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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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andrea-lyn · 3 years

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The Recs (Less Travelled)

I’m excited to bring you the first installment of my ‘roads less travelled’ recs! I will be doing another round of this, probably once the Ted Lasso fic tag hits about 25 pages, and then I’ll also grab a couple more fandoms to collect in there!

The Rules:

Each fandom/pairing was sorted on Archive of Our Own by completed works. Anything recced here was not in the first ten pages when sorted by kudos at the time of reccing. There may be some more well-known authors on this list, but the specific fics I’ve picked are ones that didn’t crack that top ten or just didn’t get much traction and I think deserve it, so hopefully I have also balanced it out with other under the radar (and still great!) works. As ever, I have a pinned post of my other recs (none have been duplicated from there), so you can also check those out! Under the cut you’ll find 10 recs in each fandom for:

Raven Cycle

Roswell New Mexico

The Old Guard

Inception

Star Trek (mainly Kirk/McCoy)

The Raven Cycle

savor all the little pieces by littlelionvanz

“Since when do you garden?”

Ronan snorted, “Since I grew up on a fucking farm, genius. Jesus who gave you permission to pursue higher education.”

the old grip of the familiar by littleseal

"There is a single black feather and a printed out picture of Gansey, Blue and Cheng standing in front of some fucking monument Ronan didn’t care enough to remember the name of. Gansey sent it to Ronan’s phone some time ago, but it sat in his messages until Adam picked it up and grinned at it so hard that, one afternoon later, Ronan cursed and kicked and glared his old printer back to life in order to print it out.

Fuck, he thinks, I’m in love with a hoarder."

Adam collects things. Ronan is in love with him.

No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin by gansey_is_our_king

Ronan Lynch has wanted to kiss Adam Parrish for a long time.

(alternately titled: four times that Ronan could have kissed Adam)

Cheers to Another Seven Years! by skyermirth

Adam left Henrietta for Harvard and never returned. Now, seven years has passed, and an unexpected work assignment has brought him back to a place and people he hardly recognizes.

Row, row, row your boat by emmerrr

“What. Why are you smiling at me,” he says suspiciously.

Adam shrugs. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly cute,” Adam says.

and now the world is ours to take / and every single move is ours to make by thatlittleblackcat

"Adam was the scientist, Ronan was the data, and Orphan Girl was the key that explained the strange outliers that Ronan presented, his previously unexplainable actions."

Adam sorts out his feelings, Ronan helps him, Gansey is the number one dad friend, Blue is the number one mom friend and Henry tries to make Ronan smile. Otherwise known as the story of how Orphan Girl became Opal.

All These Things You Make Me Feel by SilverOpals394

It was late. Adam could feel the long day catching up to him as he left Boyd’s, all his energy exhausted. When he started his car, the tape deck whirred to life once more. He sighed and raised his hand to turn it off, but before he did a soft melody began to play.

AU in which the mixtape Ronan made for Adam only plays the murder squash song until Adam realizes he's in love with Ronan, too.

Ways to Communicate by Jalules

Blue Sargent reflects on an early memory (and gets busy with her boyfriends.)

(The two things are related, trust me.)

Hold Me Closer, I'm Safe in Your Arms by actuallyronanlynch

“You wanna tell me why I had to hear from Henry Cheng that my boyfriend was at the hospital?” Adam hissed, though his voice wasn’t as acidic as it could’ve been. Ronan took small victories where he could.

“You don’t have a cellphone,” Ronan pointed out flatly. “It’s not like I could’ve gotten a hold of you.”

arts and crafts and the inevitability of death by sunshineinthestorm

Adam comes to the public library in search of a study spot, not a boyfriend.

But it must be his lucky day—because he ends up with a bit of both.

Roswell New Mexico

a conversation between insignificant others by Bellakitse

“Hey…have you noticed that our boyfriends are madly in love with each other?"

“You noticed that too, huh,” she answers dryly, letting out a huff of reluctant amusement.

***

Forrest and Maria share a drink and a conversation and start a friendship.

Own Personal Hell by BeStillMySlashyHeart

Now that Isobel's getting the hang of her telekinesis, Michael decides to test out his telepathic abilities. It backfires. Badly. Now Michael's trapped inside his own mind and only one person can break him out.

Drop the Hammer by brightloveee

Max makes a new friend at the shooting range, who turns out to be even more bad-ass than he expected.

(Takes place mid-S1)

Boys Like You by forgadgetsandgizmos

Curly, dirty blond hair (the mere description ‘curly’ felt like an injustice) twisted in every direction off his head, a sharp contrast with the scruff darkening his strong jawline and scowl-ridden face.

Alex made a mental note to compliment Maria on her excellent taste in men.

—

Or, Alex has coffee with Maria's one-night stand, a man who he definitely does not have a crush on.

let's exchange the experience by lostin_space

Michael decides they need to quarantine.

Michael floods Alex with love and care over and over and over.

This Is Hardcore by Anonymous

Michael makes a proposal. Alex accepts. Michael wonders what the hell he’s gotten himself into.

i don't know what to think (but i think of supernovas) by Milzilla

michael discovers that the console can talk. then, he discovers it can do far more than that.

iridescence on skin by Lire_Casander

In a world where (almost) everyone has a tattoo on their right wrist with one set of coordinates that point to the place where their soulmate is born, Alex thought he wouldn't be any different. He couldn't be more mistaken.

He has two.

The Real Thing by elliebird

Max checks on Michael the morning after Michael saves Max’s ass from Wyatt Long and his dumbass buddies. He sees more than he’s supposed to.

Written for a Tumblr anon who one of their friends walking in on them or anyone of them finding out about Michael and Alex in an interesting way

Sundering by romancandles

“You know it was just an Air Force balloon, right?” says Alex.

Michael smirks. “That’s what they want you to think,” he says, with a wink.

The Old Guard

Peer Reviewed by ishandahalf

[From:] Journal of Medieval Studies ([email protected])

[Subject:] Ad-hoc note from the editor

I have noticed an uncommon level of animosity in your responses to your reviewers (or rather, one reviewer in particular). I am writing to ask if you would please do your best to keep your interactions civil. In fairness, I have also sent a similar request to the reviewer you seem to have this friction with. I trust you will both try and remain more professional in the future.

Again, thank you for submitting your work to this journal.

Sincerely,

James Copley, PhD

Editor-in-Chief

Journal of Medieval Studies

An (accidental) academic epistolary romance as (inadvertently) documented via a (theoretically) rigorously blinded peer review process.[citation needed]

third for a word and the song keeps going Macremae

It was honestly shaping up to be a pretty uneventful year before the Vatican got on Nicky’s bad side.

Or: three times in 2008 that the team genuinely thought about killing Nicky if only to get him to shut up about the changes to the Catholic English Mass and his unrelenting opinions on them, and one time Nile did.

Apex Predators In Island Ecosystems (Freeman et al., in press) by Sixthlight

Palaeobotany PhD student Nile Freeman and her supervisor Joe al-Kaysani are invited to billionaire Stephen Merrick’s new project – a theme park full of cloned dinosaurs. What could possibly go wrong?

This Rough Magic by Marivan

When Joe came to Scotland to study the sea, he did not expect to also encounter a beautiful man claiming that A. he’s a selkie and B. they’re married because Joe picked up his scarf.

It sounds like a fairy tale and that’s a problem. Because Joe’s a scientist. And selkies don’t exist.

Wars for the broken by Yuliares

Five years into his exile, Booker is joined by a companion he never expected to meet. Together, they try to work on healing.

Sometimes they go down to the sewers just so she can scream and scream. “I like to hear it echo,” she explains. “Underwater, you can’t hear anything. Here, at least I can be heard.”

“I don’t feel like a warrior anymore,” she tells him, throwing bread crumbs at pigeons. “I feel broken.”

“You’re still a warrior,” he says roughly. “This is still fighting.”

a good (eighth) impression by deanniker

Over the next few months, Joe runs into Nicky every so often at the farmer’s market. Some weekends Nicky doesn’t make it, because of his work schedule - Joe doesn’t understand it because he doesn’t ask, though he does start to recognize when one of those missing weekends is coming up because Nicky will stock up on things with longer shelf-life. When they do run into each other, they make small talk and move through the stalls together.

Joe doesn’t mention it to Lykon when he stops by, because it is kind of weird, that Lykon’s ex-boyfriend texts Joe things like - If you’re here, the apples look particularly good this week and thank you for that recipe, I did not know what I was going to do with that much couscous

Or,

Joe wouldn't usually consider starting anything with his best friend's ex, but as long as they keep it casual, it shouldn't be weird... right?

get back to where you once belonged by tenderjock

Nile takes a sip of her cappuccino and closes her eyes.

(Booker and Nile get that coffee. Life happens, along the way.)

a house; a home by mehm

“Is this a kidnapping?” Joe asks as Nicky checks both their seat belts. “Like, I don’t mind. It’s just not quite what I expected for my birthday.”

In which Joe gets a birthday surprise, because that’s the stuff you have time for when you and the love of your life become mortal at the same time.

the ties that bind by damaskrose

“There’s a story I heard many times,” Andy begins, “in the Mediterranean. Threads of fate and three sisters. One to spin, one to measure, and one to cut.”

Clutter And Croutons by flawedamythyst

Joe and Nicky have an argument, and then Nicky talks to Nile about what it really means to be in a relationship for 900 years.

Inception

My Big Fat Slightly Annoying Wedding by jibrailis

Arthur and Eames elope for ~tax reasons. Certain people in their lives are not happy at the lack of a wedding.

Remember Sydney by pathera

When Eames shambles into the safe house outside of London, he finds a red light blinking on the phone.

For the inception_kink prompt:

Arthur is on a plane which is about to crash. No way anyone is going to survive. Instead of panicking he calmly calls the team's office and gets the answering machine. He hangs up before the plane crashes.

Give me Arthur's last message to the team.

(TW: Character Death / Angst)

Of Such Deceitfulness and Suavity by delires

In which emotions manifest themselves in unusual ways.

YO, K2tog (it's like a code) by lazulisong

“Oh my God,” moans Arthur. “I’ve paid less for Somnacin. Good Somnacin.” A horrible thought strikes him. “How much is the yarn --”

“I want you to have an unguarded reaction,” Eames tells him, and pulls him up from the floor.

(They run an extraction on a knitter.)

hit the ground running by orphan_account

"I travelled halfway around the world for you. I dealt with the French for you."

Valley by wldnst

It's an old story: a knight, a prince, a kingdom in peril.

If This Is Rain Let It Fall On Me and Drown Me by Brangwen

We used to be so brave, Eames thought. Of the two of them, Arthur had always been the more fearless.

a gentle familiarity by jollypuppet

Two weeks later, Eames is on his doorstep with bad Italian takeout and a grin, and Arthur tells him he can sleep on the couch.

Your Crisis Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by sevenimpossiblethings

Arthur doesn't do snow, Ariadne is determined to be as Midwestern as possible, and blizzards make cell phone service unreliable.

Let’s Say I Do (I Do) by xsilverdreamsx

There were, perhaps some things worse that this, Arthur thinks, as he glares at the letter in his hand with his name printed clearly in bold ink, indicating his presence in two weeks for his esteemed marriage to one William H. Eames, III, at St. Catherine's Church in London, England.

Star Trek (predominantly Kirk/McCoy)

Show the World That Something Good Can Work by knune

Leonard McCoy is a doctor, not a personal assistant, and maybe that's why he can't stand working for Jim Kirk.

It's in the little things by winterover

Bones is bemused by a persistent secret admirer.

"Wedding" Away with It by pendrogon

One morning, Bones wakes up and he's single. By the same afternoon, he's married to Jim Kirk for Arbitrary Fic Reasons(TM).

How Long Will You Stay (For Your Whole Life) by withthepilot

Jim Kirk, deputy director of the Enterprise parks and recreation department, sees all of his hard work fall to pieces when budget specialist Leonard McCoy arrives from the state capital to cut Jim's budget and threaten the livelihoods of his colleagues. But thanks to a major parks project, Leonard finds a place in the department, as well as in Jim's life—and when all is said and done, Jim doesn't want him to leave.

All-Time Favorite by mardia

What to do when your best friend suddenly starts making new friends.

Joy Ride by Cards_Slash

While running for their lives from an alien species Kirk had accidentally enraged, they come across a car. And well, if you were to come across a car while being chased by aliens that wanted you dead, and you possessed some lingering knowledge of how to drive a car similar to said car, you would have decided to drive it toward the nearest cliff too.

Also a gunfight.

Syncytia by epistolic

He’d signed up for Starfleet on an impulse, but Starfleet meant James Tiberius Kirk: the first – and second, and third, and fourth – big mistake of Leonard McCoy’s life.

Renovation by canistakahari

Jim has a whammy put on him by an alien death ray and he suddenly craves domesticity. He's crazy with longing to shop at space!Ikea and get potted bamboo and he starts looking into adopting AND HE HATES HIMSELF AND CANNOT CONTROL THE SHIT. Luckily, McCoy is drunk all the time and plays house.

17:08 by butterflycell

She'd watched the news holos with a sick feeling, searching for information that was completely obvious in its absence. Amidst the reports of the the Enterprise's miraculous recovery and the damages sustained, there had been next to nothing about the crew or her captain. Jim had been mentioned only in passing, his name shied away from as his first officer limited interaction to the bare essentials.

The Honey of Hybla by shrift

"Bones, prepare to be my date."

#recs #fic recs #recs project #star trek recs #inception recs #the raven cycle recs #the old guard recs #roswell new mexico recs

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unoffical-demondice-archive · 3 years

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Aight. So the official order of the eps by DemonDice is as follows:

DemonDice ep

The red, white and black

American Saikoro

Kakigori Galaxy Astronaut

Strange Fiction

Alkatraz

But when I first got into DemonDice I thought it was

Alkatraz

American Saikoro

Red, white, black

Strange Fiction

Kakigori Galaxy Astronaut

Why does this matter? Because I thought of a headcannon following this train of thought.

What if the title of Demondice is a rolling title? Alkatraz takes place in the 1920s, way before the events of the ep in 2017 in this headcannon. It makes sense, to me, for it to take place before it. That just begs the question, how can DemonDice be present in 1920, when they became DemonDice in 2017? Either time travel, Alkatraz takes place later on, or theres more than one DemonDice. The original person to hold the title of DemonDice was probably a human that lost their soul to Satan via a deal. They probably entered a several music competitions and tricked several human to make deals. Over time they paid off their debt to Satan and bought back their soul. The problem? DemonDice made one hell of a name for themselves. So several demons pulled a “Death Race “ and replaced her. Consider the way Ringo seems to acts around Karen, the current DemonDice, picking her seemingly at random. During “Kamisama Kiss My Ass” one demon says “DemonDice, introduce yourself” making me think that it was planned for her to take up the mantel. Second she signed on, her voices shifted to become DemonDice’s voice. My thoughts for this is Karen claiming “don’t really know if the sound of my voice is something the hip-hop world outside wants to hear”, even though the EP is dope. At some point we get to the Alkatraz DD which focused more on deal making then rapping. This current incarnation is more resourceful seeing as she broke her cuffs and had a tunnel handy. The problem is a lack of man power and energy. Being in the prison drained her, making it a blessing when Ray and Jin ended up in her cell. Promising escape in exchange for their souls, she got them out only to be cornered by squads of police officers. At this point I have two branching ideas:

They escape, DemonDice works with Ray and Jin with their music later freeing herself from Satans deal

Ray and Jin are brought to a different prison and the Alkatraz DD ends up being iced for their crimes of blowing up the prison

They go through a few DD’s with varying success until they end up with Karen. Karen starts her days preforming at Satan’s Rap Dungeon before a cheering crowd. She ends up being the most successful version so far. In rwb she befriends Scott SK Miller and Dempsyrollboy and fights off a group pricks that harassed Scott in an epic barfight, sending them to layer Six. She sticks around in hell and earth during the events of American Saikoro, ending up going around America and Japan, getting more and more people to loss their souls to her. Strange Fiction is the first mark on her card. Keep in mind I’ve never read the comic, so this is pure theory concerning Strange Fiction. She’s tasked with gaining the soul of a human woman that would be perfect for hell, instead she defends the women and she gives her reason to keep going instead of giving up on her life, thus making her fall out of favor with several higher ups in hell. A few more generations down the line, and a few more DDs later we get the DemonDice that followed humanity to space, kakigori Galaxy Astronaut, tricking more and more humans to Satans rap dungeon. All of this is just a fun little noncannon theory.

I’ll do an official timeline later

#demondice #Headcanon

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va-3 · 3 years

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Part I

Second Half of my OC’s Information (the photo limit screwed me over)

The 1930s through the 1970s in Taika’s past is still a work in progress as well as the art soooo...probably a part three in the future?

Taika and Raspberry move to California the fall of 1986, although Raspberry finds a more permenant residence in Los Angeles while Taika finds herself on a more wandering path.

In the February of 1987 Taika wandered upon the town of Santa Carla, a town given credit for being home to those who wanted to disappear.

[side note: the jacket and jeans would be colored if only my damn markers hadn’t died]

Taika, a delinquent at heart as always, fit in like a puzzle piece. The punk-graffiti day life appealed to her like any adventure, and the smell of vampires lured her further into the town. She “cleared” a house (the act of killing the owners of a house and taking it for herself) as well as the garage. Taika acquired a 1987 Yamaha Virago via a rich douchebag she easily stole from and offed.

When the nightlife glowed at the boardwalk, it was apparent to the Santa Carla vampires that something was off, although they could not place it.

Taika did not make contact with the vampires for a while, seeming to distance herself just enough to make them curious about the uneasiness on the boardwalk since her arrival. Every now and then a body would turn up, a person snatched into an alleyway and partially eaten. It wasn’t until David met eyes with Taika across the boardwalk that it was clear to the Santa Carla vampires that there was another predator on their territory.

Taika’s aggressiveness and competitiveness are what pull the boys in first, that along with her scent, so much more intoxicating than any other human. A sort of playful rivalry grows between the calta and the vampires—who could last longer making trouble on the boardwalk without getting kicked off by Big Ed, who could score the biggest bonfire of surf nazis, and so on.

In the end it was Marko and Paul who put an end to the rivalry. Dwayne hadn’t thought he’d be able to really approach Taika and David was too prideful to do so. So the chaotic blonde duo took it upon themselves to invite her back to their cave as an act of trust as well as cease fire. David, no matter his pride, was quick to share about the fallen hotel made theirs. She was quick to catch on to the fact that they had been vampires much longer than they appeared. Dwayne brought it to her attention that she clearly knew what they were while they handn’t a single idea what she was.

With that question being asked, she explains what she is, and from there, their trusting relationship grows. The first time they hunt together is remotely terrifying to the vampires, considering she is a monster made for hunting them as well as other supernatural creatures.

The relationship between the boys and Taika blooms into something deeper, though it isn’t apparent to any of them at all at first. It was just small things they realized they loved about her, and her them. They fall in love with her odd little quirks, like how she always has change on her because it’s “shiny and distracting”, or how she’ll braid tiny braids into her hair and sometimes to boys’ hair, or how she makes beautifully delicate carvings out of the bones of their victims, or buys(steals) stuff for the cave while they all sleep, or organizes whatever she can anytime she comes the to cave, and really really likes coconut shrimp.

She steals the boy’s clothing whenever she leaves the cave during the day after a night of events, not that any of them complain. Marko’s crop tops are always her go to, while she wears Paul’s jewelry out and sometimes jeans that Dwayne doesn’t wear anymore. Sometimes Taika and David switch earrings, only because David is hesitant to give her any of his current clothing,. When he finds that he is more possesive of her than he’d openly admit, he gives her extra shirts of his to keep. Taika loves how the vampires smells mask her own; not only is it comforting, but it protects her from any lurking sevren(a post for another time).

Taika only needing three hours of sleep allows her to have a day life of her own, one that tends to breed chaos. Sometimes she’ll go surfing, something she’s become quite adept at, and show up the surf nazis on their own territory. Taika is the only member of the “biker gang” that the surfers ever see during the day, so they let out a lot of their aggression on her because they’re truly too cowardly to face the boys and her head on. The biggest mistake the surfers ever made was the day they decided it’d be humorous to steal her bike in broad daylight. She’d parked her bike(albeit illegally) on the boardwalk when she got to the beach, and when she returned later that day her bike was gone. Needless to say the surfers had invoked the wrath of someothing stronger than them on supernatural levels.

The boys knew something was up the instant they walked into the caves main area to find Taika waiting patiently at the exit. The only tthing she said was she needed a ride, one David gave happily. When the vampires had parked their bikes and Taika had muttered some words of reassurance to fill in her silence, she made a beeline for the carousel, following the ocean-spray smell of the asshole who’d taken her bike. He was standing in line with an arm draped over a girl who couldn’t have looked more trashy, his friends jostling one another as the line moved along. The four vampires followed behind the taller predator, their curiosity evident as they formed a half-crescent around her when she stopped. Taika was quick to clamp her arm onto the girl under the surfer and yank her out of the way, sending her flying onto her butt. Taika was mad, like, really mad. She hooked her hand into the collar of the surfers shirt, ignoring his protest when she yanked him to her.

“Where is it,” she hissed, putting forth minimal effort to keep herself from biting his face off in public. Marko watched in excitement, his thumb between his teeth as his eyes found the surfer’s. This guy was screwed. He raised his hands in surrender and feigned innocence, “Hey, I don’t know what your deal is lady, but I don’t know nothin about anything.”

His friends snickered behind Taika, clearly enjoying how angry they had made her. She narrowed her wild purple eyes, running her tongue over her teeth.

“Where’s my goddamn bike,” she demanded, her voice like ice down his spine. The vampires watched on, looking about occasionally to make sure Big Ed wouldn’t poke his nose where it didn’t belong. His friends burst into laughter again, shoving one another giddily. Taika had half the mind to throw the surfer in her hands at them like a bowling ball at pin, but she repressed her urges.

“You can make this easy or you can make it hard. Give my my bike and I won’t have to kill you.” He pressed his hands to the sides of his face and made a noise imitating a ghost. She stilled, silently in thought for a moment before she scoffed and let go of his shirt.

“Fine. I’ll find it myself. Boys,” she turned sharply on her heel and marched towards her vampires, hooking her hand into Dwayne’s in a way that was supposed to be gentle, but she was too mad. Paul slipped his hand into her back pocket and matched her pace.

“Yeah, run to your queers.”

The boys would swear on their lives that they’d never seen her spin around and tackle someone as fast as she tackled that surfer. He was in the ground in seconds, and Taika was planting hit after hit, taking the few blows he managed to land on her ribs like they were nothing. The surfers friends sprang into action, attacking the boys as well as trying to pry Taika from the much bigger surfer. The surfer’s face was bleeding all over, and he was fighting to stay awake. Taika wanted blood. Her bike’s absence was a small inconvenience that ensured a meal later that night, but the insult to her boys was a direct blow at her. They could trash talk her straight to her face, insult her, whatever made them feel powerful, but no one, no one, says anything about her boys. At last, she was whacked across the face by the baton belonging to Big Ed. The blow stunned her if anything, although she fell to the side and off of the offending surfer. Paul and Marko were quick to her side, helping her to her feet while also readying to catch her if she tried lunge out at the bleeding prick on the ground. “Off the boardwalk. All of you! Now!”

David was beaming with pride as Taika walked to him and Dwayne, wiping the surfers’ blood from her lip. The surfers backed from the bikers as they walked forwards, parting away from them to avoid Taika who walked in front, acting as an active threat to anyone who dared to even think about opposing them. When the five were clear of the crowd, Paul looped his arms around Taika and pulled her in for a smacking kiss. “That was awesome babe. Like, so fucking awesome.”

She burst into laughter, dropping her head onto his chest.

“Hell yeah it was,” added Marko, yanking her to him and spinning her like they were dancing. “I’m like two-hundred percent sure that guy pissed himself!”

Marko and Paul exchanged a highly energetic high-five, feeling the energy of the fight reigniting itself. Dwayne silently pulled her into him and kissed her forehead.

“Good to know you care, kitten,”at David’s words she beamed. Dwayne released her, and she bounced towards David, latching onto the lapels of his jacket. “I hope you know that I would do anything for you,” her sultry accent sent a delighted chill down his back. “All of you,” she sang, letting go of David’s jacket and spinning into Paul and Marko’s arms giggling like a school girl. From within the blond vampire sandwich, she raised her hand in the air to make a point. “Now, let’s go find my bike!”

The car belonging to the surfer who’d stolen Taika’s bike was found strung up in a junkyard the next day. The sight had been stupendous apparently, and ended up on the news. The owner of the car and his friends had a been absolutely delicious. After he’d returned Taika’s bike of course.

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Devil’s Sweet Star (27)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Who would have thought that one day you would have your own establishment, as well as employees? Seriously who? Even you didn't think it would happen. You've been dreaming about it since you were a little girl, you weren't like other little girls who wanted to be stars or singers. No, since you were a little girl, you were attracted to the cooking and that in a way, that was your father's fault. He wanted to share his love of cooking so much that he more than passed it on to you... He's infected you. Cooking, a world of exotic flavors that was offered to those who wanted to enter.

So, you studied a lot of recipes, whether simple or complicated, you watched and helped your father make the meals, as well as your mother who sometimes also made pastry. And since that early childhood.... you dreamed of having your own establishment or you could put it all into practice. Whether it was a café or a big restaurant, all you wanted was to bring a smile and good mood to people via food. And today... this little girl's dream has come true. You were the owner of the Nebula, the most attractive café in all of Roseville. And all this in such a short time! It's very impressive! If only your parents could be there to see it...

“Excuse me boss... Do we have any March cakes left?”

You blink for a few seconds looking at Amy. Then you come to your senses before smiling at her and stopping what you were doing.

“Of course! Here they are! they've just been finished! they are fresh and ready for sale. Are you going to make it?” You ask with a smile.

“Yes, ma'am! you can count on me!” answers Amy before taking the tray where the cakes were.

“Amy! Don't forget what I told you. You call me by my first name, not boss. Ok?”

“Oh...right. Excuse me (Y/N). I would try to remember that.

Amy left the back shop, smiling, to return to the room. On this side, the room was full. Corey didn't lack work between cleaning tables, serving and re-serving customers and taking orders. Yet he found a way to talk to Amy. They're both so adorable. It's the perfect duo. The other candidates were interesting but... Amy and Corey stood out from the crowd. They had a future these two. They will go far... you were sure and certain of that. If one day you had to leave Roseville... You knew the Nebula would be in a very good hand.

“Everyone's been through something tragic, sweetheart. I'm one of them. And I'm going to make everyone pay for it. Until my last breath.”

What did he mean? Did he know about it? No... No, that’s not possible. He couldn't have known. The only ones who know about your parents aren't the type to go and tell everybody about it. Especially Jed. Yet the words of Ghostface crossed your mind. If he knew about it... he would have let you know. But it's Ghostface... and subtlety could be part of his vocabulary. With this man, anything can happen, anything can surprise you. What is most surprising... is that he's ready to protect you. But above all, it was his last words that surprised you.

“I know that one day... You'll call on me for that. Everyone has a dark side to the bottom of their heart; it only takes one click to bring it out”.

We can deny it as much as we want, but Ghostface is right. We all have a dark side. And it only takes one thing to get it out. A single provocation, a single remark or a single wrong move in a moment when you have to be calm and need support... and it's the explosion. And the problem in this case... it's that you don't know how far you can go. If we go further than the red line. But will you go so far as to ask a murderer for help? A murderer who, for some reason always unknown to you, decide, proclaim, that you were his and only to him. While he knows that you already have someone.

“Miss (Y/N)! Sorry to bother you but... There's a guy who wants to see you! He says his name is... Jed Olsen. Do you know him?” ask Corey.

Speak of the Devil...

“Well, if we assume that it's my boyfriend... Yes, I know him, Corey. Tell him to come, he's got a VIP pass.” You respond with smile, laughing a little.

Corey left with a smile and a few moments later, Jed entered the room. And the first thing you did was to put down your things and kiss him tenderly. How could he be so beautiful from day to day? You remember the first time you met, so shy, so unconfident... and today it is the exact opposite. He wears less and less his glasses when he’s not in front of a screen and leaves his hair looser more often. Jed has definitely changed. And for the better.

“I see you ended up choosing your employees. Are they doing well?” Ask Jed, smiling.

“Very good indeed! for their first few days, they are quite reactive and motivated. That's exactly what I was looking for. Even though Amy still has a little trouble taking the initiative, she's doing well. Corey almost fell several times but he managed to hold back each time.” You respond with a smile.

“Good. it's going to make you feel a little relieved at least, you won't have to manage everything on your own. Is it official or are they in a testing period?”

“Technically they are in a testing period. But from what I see we can say that it is official. What about you? How's it going?” you replied.

“Wilhelm is always grumpy... But at least we're moving forward. Hoggins met someone a few days before threatening McKellan. And it's possible he's the murderer. After that's just speculation, when we find this guy, Wilhelm will make him have a bad time, you can believe me. While we wait for news, we'll continue our work at the paper. I never have accumulated jobs. Because between us... Roseville police officers aren't really smart...” Jed responds scratching the back of his head.

“I see. Poor you... You must be exhausted. Courage once the murderer is in prison everything will return to normal...I hope.”

“You still think about it, right? You know if you need to talk about it, we can... do as a kind of therapy every night, I'm not a psychologist but... talking from time to time feels good. And in exchange you can play the psychologist for me... because sometimes... I could use it. And I think you do, too.

You nod as you bow your head. It's true that you both need to talk. And it feels good. it feels good to take all that weight off your heart, just as it feels good to have someone you trust to talk about it. And there's nothing better than Jed for that. You know that with him, your secrets will be well kept. Not that you don't trust Melina or Mattew.... But you feel more comfortable with Jed. Even if you don't feel comfortable with your boyfriend, who would you be? You drink a glass of water before looking at your worktop. Many pastries were being made.

“Yes... I'll think about it. But I promise, if I need it... I'll come and see you. And the same, if you need... Come to me. I'd have extra pastries.” you said with a wink.

“I'd just come for that then... I can't resist your cakes. Do you think they'll listen to my stories?”

You hit Jed's arm, who laughs, before kissing and leaving you to work in peace. He, too, still had work to do. You get back to work quickly, as customers continue to flock. And you may run out of cakes in shop windows. The rest of the day passed quite quickly, guests sometimes staying a good half hour, asking for drinks and food again of course. The day was a little more lucrative than usual, which is a very good thing! And we must not forget that now that you have employees, you would have to pay them a salary.

You clean the worktop, while Amy and Corey took care of the room. They were talking at the same time and just hearing them... you think they're adorable. They laughed, provoked themselves a little and gave each other advice. Let's say that for that last point, it was more Corey who advised Amy. How lovely they were together. Kind of like you and Jed, either. If these two are not already in a relationship, you hoped they would form a nice couple for as long as possible.

You chat with them for a little while, in order to learn more about them. Amy lives a little out of town, while Corey lives in the town hall district. He had taken over the house of his mother who moved to Alaska... himself wondered why. You greet them both before doing your daily surveillance ritual and closing the café. As you were about to go home, your phone rang. Melina.

“Hey Melina! How are you? Not too tired?” you ask cheerfully.

“Hey! I'm fine, I'm fine. We can't stop running today. I was thinking we could have a little girl outing tonight! Nothing but you and me! just to decompress a little bit! What do you think?” She answers.

“I don't know... I had a lot of work and still I have to work on other recipes and …”

“Oh, Come on. You need and you have the right to rest a little! your coffee is working very well so far. You don't have to rush to the top. Take your time and think of yourself! I know a small bar restaurant, believe me if you like the jazz atmosphere, you'll love it!”

“Okay ok... You won. At least let me change and you'll pick me up at home. Is that okay for you?”

“Sure! I'll be at your home in 30 minutes!

You both hang up and you sigh while shaking your head. Decidedly despite the day she had, Melina still finds a way to go out at night. She doesn't lack energy! This is what completes her character in itself. How could one imagine her other than that? That's impossible. You go home to take a shower to remove the smell of whipped cream, coffee... and sweat too. You take the opportunity to send a message to Jed, a message that turned into a conversation. He asked you to be very careful because even though it is a small town, Roseville can be dangerous at night. To which you reply that with Melina, it is more the aggressor who will suffer than you. He laughs, tells you that he loves you before wishing you a good evening and a good night. Melina arrived as planned after 30 minutes, ringing home, excited to have this girls' night out. You laugh at her attitude, she's really adorable sometimes.

“You'll see this little Jazzy side makes all the charm of this place! I often go there when I need to decompress. I confess that it’s been a little while that I did not go there but I know that it has not changed thanks to Mattew!” said Melina cheerfully.

“I trust you with that! I've never been to a restaurant bar like this. I can't wait to see what happens!” you respond with a smile.

“That's the dress you put on for the date with Jed, isn't it? I understand why he broke down, you're so cute. The black floral dress, a classic but still as effective. Let's go before there are too many people!”

You both get in Melina's car and head to the restaurant bar. The music could be heard from the outside, and frankly it was nice. You both enter the property and the waiter greeted you in an immaculate smoking. You both sit at a table and one of the servers brought you the card. There are so many delicious things on this menu that you don't know what to take. Melina already knew what she was going to take... And just by the expression on her face, you know it's delicious, and that's surely what she takes every time. The server returned a few minutes later to take your orders and cards. You let yourself be tempted by a good steak with fries, all with a small homemade tartar sauce, and for dessert a sublime glass of banana split ice cream. Melina had taken a veal blanquette and the same dessert as you.

“So... You see it feels good to sit down a little and enjoy your evening. it relaxes and that's all you need!” She said.

“I guess you’re right. Thank you, Melina.” You respond

“No problem! Let's enjoy this evening without the boys, just two women who are free as air.”

You smile while raising your glasses, wine for her and water for you before you drink. Then came the dishes. Melina salivated and took a bite, emitting a little sound of satisfaction. It was good to be able to land without worrying about work. Melina's right, it feels good. And you're going to enjoy it! the music relaxes you completely and you let yourself be dragged into the rhythm. Melina did the same, you chat, laugh, and even dance on the small dance floor.

Tonight, is your night. Tonight, you're free to do whatever you want, without doing too much either. But tonight, you put your work aside, your doubts, your fears, your questions, everything disappears for a night out. And tomorrow we'll see if they come back. They will come back one day, for sure but for now, we are holding out, making the most of it, all with an incredible friend.

No Ghostface. Just you and a great night waiting for you. And a good sleep on the way home, too. Make the most of it.

Because God only knows when you can do another one like this.

Make the most of it, my little lady.

Because you may not have others like this for a long time.

Or even never.

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(I came to my driving hours and for my first two hours, it's not too bad XD but hey I will progress over time! Besides, I started in Stardew Valley and I love it! I'm going to spend my weekend playing there to relax. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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believe-that-you-can-my-friend · 4 years

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Elisabeth & Noah in the origin world (2/?)

First date

He is not sure if he should text her or not.

On Monday, upon waking up with every ounce of alcohol finally off his bloodstream and after he has spent the entire Sunday recovering from the worst hangover he’s experienced since his college years, Noah is back on his reserved nature, the timid one, the one lacking the amount of whiskey-infused courage it takes for him to deal with matters revolving around human interaction, especially with women. He’s not a social outcast per se, but his confidence mostly accompanies him in the career-oriented side of his life.

It’s not like he’s not interested. He crossed the line of “interested” when he stooped to the lowest level possible, looking her up on Instagram, of all things, via Agnes’ account.

(His little sister has a long list of questions and he has a long list of brotherly favors that he promised to fulfill in exchange for her seven-digit password.)

She doesn’t have a vast presence on social media, a quality they apparently share. He keeps a long forgotten Facebook account and a professional LinkedIn one and acts blissfully ignorant towards any other platform that isn’t YouTube. Her Facebook account - oh yeah, he checked that one too - is a mix between personal and business, opinion posts about socio-politcal matters on the grounds of their country to the entirety of Europe to the endlessness of the globe and take-action events in regard to the causes she supports, occasionally interrupted by a reunion selfie with an old friend or a brunch date with her mom and her sister. That particular post redirected to some Instagram link, so, unwittingly, his curiosity was peaked.

Her Instagram account is colourful, vivid, filled with adventures and laughter. Just from an idle scroll, Elisabeth Doppler - Winden born, age twenty-four, Energy Engineer, Berlin based - can easily be perceived as someone that quite enjoys life. Her group of associates and friends seems endless and her gallery consists of photos of dinners with young professionals, pub-crawling with girlfriends, road tripping across Europe, Erasmus Programme memories, tree-planting projects, women’s rights marches, snorkelling, paragliding. Noah spends the whole Sunday afternoon feeling overwhelmed and in awe, tapping picture after picture, mesmerized by her lovely smile that adds a softer undertone to her busy bee of a life.

He finds it fascinating, her mindset and her lifestyle, but, at the same time, he fears that their personalities may clash, his more keeping-to-himself attitude the polar opposite to her seemingly outgoing one. Then, it’s also the age barrier. He thinks that thirty-two might be a little off-putting for someone in their early twenties, a decade that comes with a whole other set of expectations and milestones than the one he is currently in. The major problem, though - a chronic problem of his - is that he’s thinking too much.

Fortunately, that’s not a thing they have in common.

Elisabeth texts him on Monday morning, at 9.54 to be exact. He’s in the middle of a lecture, teaching History of Religion 101 to an auditorium filled with sleepy freshmen, when his phone screen lights up, its glow illuminating in the dimly lit room. It’s a simple “good morning” paired up with a smiling face emoji but it’s enough to cause his heart to race and his mind to short-circuit, leaving him reciting things off the projection screen without really registering what comes out of his mouth until the lesson is over. With sweaty hands and in the mist of internal panic laced with excitement, he texts her back at 10.38 an equally casual “hey, hope you’re having a good morning, too”. He beats himself up for not asking her anything the minute he presses send, like, how she’s doing, if she’s at work - literally anything, Noah, Jesus Christ, now she’ll think that you don’t care, nice work, you idiot - especially as the hours pass and there’s silence from her end. He spends the rest of the day drowning in miserable self-pity, checking his dead phone literally every minute, until there’s a new message from her, telling him that she had a very busy day at work and asking him how his day was.

(Thank God, because he was about to send her an embarrassing word vomit apologizing for having zero social skills whatsoever.)

They continue their back and forth texting for the rest of the week, casual conversations about their everyday lives turning into debates about the best places to eat and the best movies of all time to metaphysics and social justice that keep them up till the small hours of morning, Elisabeth sending him blowing-a-kiss face emoji’s for goodnight and Noah smiling like a silly teenager at his phone screen. Right in the middle of one of their more “serious” conversations, Elisabeth venting about income-based discrimination, Noah asks her out. It’s abrupt and totally irrelevant to the context of the rest of the bubbles that litter their personal chat at that moment but he can’t really help himself. She is a woman he wants - needs - to know more about, not through a screen, but in person, sit there and watch her express all the things she has in her brilliant mind.

They arrange to meet on Friday night, after she finishes work, since Noah has to attend a seminar in Dresden on the weekend and since both of them are too impatient to wait any longer. Noah arrives first at the bar she gave him directions to and decides on waiting for her outside but decides against smoking a cigarette, even though he’s itching to, out of habit and nerves. She rounds the corner barely five minutes later, strutting towards him in an electric blue pantsuit and a plaid maxi grey coat, her whole face brightening with a stunning smile when she notices him, and, just like that, everything else fades, his anxiety about their first official date, his mental fatigue after holding office hours, his insecurities, his worries and she is the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters.

A wave of panic washes over him momentarily, his inner perfectionist making a huge deal out of not having a clear plan of how to greet her. A handshake is too impersonal, a kiss too presumptuous. Ultimately, he attempts an awkward, one-arm kinda hug - which is ridiculous because a) he’s a freaking grown-up and b) her tongue has already been inside his mouth and he doesn’t recall his hands being particularly respectful the night of Jonas’ wedding, when she pushed him against a wall and stole his breath with a glorious kiss - an action she probably misconstrues as a leaning in and this results in them doing a clumsy dance right there on the pavement, but she giggles and her eyes shine with amusement, so his self-deprecating frown gives its place to a handsome smirk, when she moves closer to him and leaves a soft peck on his cheek, as a belated greeting. She smells of sensuous jasmine and intoxicating amber, her perfume aery but with a spicy twist that succeeds in stimulating all of his senses. He holds the door for her to enter and his hand lingers lightly on the small of her waist, as they make their way through the tables to the bar.

They settle on two empty barstools and order their signature drinks, Gin and Tonic and Whiskey on the Rocks. Elisabeth takes her phone out of her tote bag but before she gets to type anything, Noah holds her attention. He thinks for a moment and then makes his hands move, forming tentative gestures that lack any grace or flow but succeed in signing “It’s nice to see you. How have you been?”.

Elisabeth beams, impressed, her lips mouthing an excited “how?”. He just shrugs and shyly pulls out of his messenger bag a thick sign language book, a recent purchase of his which he’s been studying with every chance he got. Her whole face softens, touched by his sweet gesture, before she types on her phone.

That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you. Even though you shouldn’t have; apart from technology’s assistance, I’m pretty good at reading lips.

He uses his phone to reply. Yeah, I gathered that much. I just want to talk to you in your language.

The look that she gives him under her fluttering eyelashes is so tender and lovely that he can’t help but stare, a foolish grin plastered on his lips and a hot blush painted on his neck, creeping from the collar of his grey shirt.

They talk - type, to be exact, with the occasional mimic of a word or two - about everything and nothing, fast thumbs trying to keep up with their effortless conversation on the notifications’ section of their phones. He learns about her childhood in Winden, her hellish pranks to her older sister Franziska, her loving parents that separated when she was a preteen but never stopped caring about each other or being there for their daughters. She talks about her hometown friends and her honor roll high school experience, moving to Berlin to attend university and falling in love with the lively vibe of the city, getting her Master’s in Energy Engineering and recently landing her first job on the field at the Tiedemann Enterprises, a very prestige corporation in the industry of renewable energy. She’s still particularly excited about this, being part of a team of researchers thriving to improve energy efficiency based on an environmental friendly strategy.

Noah tells her about his memories as a young boy in Vechta, how he lost his mother when he was only six, due to complications while giving birth to his sister, how his father was never really in the picture after that tragic incident. How the local church and especially Sic Mundus, a church based organization for neglected children and troubled teens, contributed to his and Agnes’ well-being and education, helping him land a university scholarship and get a job, so he could afford moving his sister to Berlin, too, after he got his bachelor degree, and offering her a more stable living situation and a normal life. How, apparently, his aptitude for the humanities and his upbringing in a religious environment drove him to follow an academic career in religious studies, a field that he finds beyond interesting, especially its anthropology aspect.

Somewhere along the conversation, too absorbed into their own little world to register the fewer people in the bar and the clock ticking towards closing time, his hand, as if it has a mind of its own, slides slowly over the wooden top of the bar, her slender fingers meeting his hesitant approach halfway. They’re barely touching but it’s electrifying, the feeling of even an inch of his skin against her skin so exhilarating and powerful, like the impact of meteors colliding or the universe exploding into pieces. It feels like a Déjà vu, like a glitch in the Matrix, like they know each other from the past or recognize each other from their future. It’s a feeling both of them kept seeking, a feeling that they silently vow never to lose.

Noah pays for the drinks, despite her objections, and Elisabeth insists that, next time, the bill is on her. He smirks, a tad tipsy on the whiskey, a lot tipsy on her, and teases her that he must have done something right, because this is the first time a girl agrees on a second date with him this fast. She just shrugs, a cheeky smirk playing on her lip-glossed lips, as she types, if I left it up to you, we’d still be on the PG-13 “good morning” texts. He laughs, an effortless, loud laugh and he catches her staring - no, not staring, checking him out - the corner of her longing smile trapped between her teeth. He fights the insane urge to kiss her senseless right here in this empty bar with the bartender mentally plotting their death for keeping him past his shift.

He accompanies her to the U-Bahn station and his heart skips a heartbeat at the prospect of sharing ten more minutes with her, according to the information display over their heads. She wishes him to have fun in Dresden and he confesses that he wishes he could stay here, to spend the weekend with you, he wants to add but refrains, in fear of confessing too much too fast. Instead, he tells her that he had an amazing night and he’s so relieved and purely happy when she nods vigorously in agreement, her low ponytail bobbing lightly and her beautiful face radiating even under the harsh fluorescent light of the station. The atmosphere around them is suddenly very charged, their bodies gravitating towards each other, and their eyes engage in a stare off that speaks volumes and holds so much unresolved tension. He can hear the bright yellow train approaching and his breath quickens as he takes a brave step forward, invades her personal space, and his eyes declare defeat, falling to her lips. He’s the one to kiss her this time, a soft peck that turns into a needy battle of dominance when she melts into his arms and angles her face to kiss him more, deeper, hungry mouths dancing together in passion, his shoulders hunching over her smaller figure, his hands cradling her cheeks. Her own hands sneak under his coat and suit jacket, delivering a heavy caress over the material of his shirt before she closes her arms around his waist, Noah letting a trembling exhale into the kiss and his lips forming a lazy smirk against her giggling ones. Smugly, Elisabeth tugs lightly at his lower lip with her teeth, a naughty essence to the playful action, and this fuels another round of heated kissing, their bodies pushing and pulling, their heavy PDA a thing they’ll be embarrassed for in the morning. For tonight, though, they’re just two people getting drunk on each other in the middle of a train station, as if tomorrow will be the end of world and they’ll cease to exist.

When they pull back for air her lips are lipgloss-free and her eyelids, still closed, are fluttering over scarlet cheekbones. Noah has never witnessed a most beautiful sight in his life.

Elisabeth gets on the train with a dazed and dazzling smile, promising to text him when she arrives at her apartment. They refuse to let go of each other’s eyes until the train vanishes into the dark tunnel and Noah is left there, on the empty station, a finger reaching to his lips, not quite believing that the fruity taste of lipgloss that still lingers in his mouth or the woman whose lips left their trace behind are real and not a product of his wildest fantasies. There’s an extra hop in his steps as he walks up the stairs to catch the train to the opposite direction, boarding the vehicle at the last minute and sliding quickly on a seat, lovesick smile intact and a newfound feeling of contentment and thrill nested in his chest.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and types, unable to wait any longer.

I get back early on Sunday. Would you like to have dinner with me?

#dark netflix #noah x elisabeth #elisabeth x noah #elisabeth doppler #hanno tauber #noah #noah dark #noabeth #noahbeth #this turned out huge #but i have way too many feels to control myself #myedits #ogparadise

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nyerus · 4 years

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I know I don’t generally rant on here or anything, but I think it’s really strange that there are people who are upset over this week’s manhua chapter. For apparently “eroticizing” the scene where HC sucks the poison out of XL’s hand. I agree on the point that it’s a deeply meaningful scene in the novel that showed HC being intensely upset at himself for, in his view, failing to protect his god and beloved (esp after amassing power to do that very thing for centuries). But to say that the manhua went and “eroticized” it is missing two very key points.

A) It was and has always been an “erotic” scene, even within the confines of the novel. The ENTIRE concept of sucking poison out of a wound is so entrenched in the romance trope library that the moment you see it, you know what to expect.

But HC doesn’t smile, he doesn’t make light of it or anything in the manhua. It is as it appears in the novel--apart from the one single shot of him cleaning one side of his lips of the blood and poison (and XL exclaiming his surprise, bc fk I would too). That’s the only possible shot I can think of as being misinterpreted somehow. But it’s very clear that HC is deeply angry with himself. The manhua goes on to show us scenes of HC being upset, further proving this point by showing us his angry (or more so, carefully blank) facial expressions. It even shows HC later walking apart form XL and FX, and not looking at XL because he probably feels as though he does not deserve to due to his failure. It’s heartbreakingly captured and true to the turmoil he feels, as in the novel.

B) Even if it were “overly-erotic” in the manhua, it still doesn’t take away from the scene, or the pain that HC must feel. HC doesn’t do anything to suggest that he’s in it for the sexiness--he’s doing it to help XL and care for him, which is profound because XL has rarely had anyone to care for him for 800 years. The thing that you could “criticize” is that XL’s little gasp and blush--which are totally understandable lmfao??--are what makes the scene erotic. But naturally he’d be surprised and a little embarrassed by such an act? Especially since no one has helped him before, let alone even touched him with care or reverence in over 800 years? Everyone knows the significance of this, but that doesn’t mean they can’t also enjoy the other aspects of it too. And given how tight censorship is in China, this is probably the most “romantic” thing we’ll get. I highly doubt we’ll be seeing them happily exchanging spiritual energy via kisses. So take what you can get, I guess.

And while I’m here, I think its stranger still to disparage the manhua for its “new” art style. Idk if ya’ll know this, but manhuas do in fact change in art style over time because the artists a) figure out new methods to create more efficiently, b) want to experiment with new styles which they have every right to, c) get a team of assistants to help them which naturally causes variations since many people are involved and not just one person. Literally none of these things are bad whatsoever, and showcase that SE is either getting more comfortable/having an easier time producing the manhua, or that thankfully they now have a team to help them. Just as an example -- take a look at the difference between a panel of WWX from the MDZS manhua from ch2 to ch33 and then ch146.

You can see clearly that the linework, coloring, shading, etc is different between all 3, but... so? There isn’t anything really to be said on this. Art changes.

Though the most questionable comments I’ve seen a couple of times now (from various people, and not even just about the manhua--just in general) are that XL’s skintone is much “whiter” than it was before. Which is all sorts of weird to me because it seems almost like people are accusing S/tarember, a Chinese artist, of “whitewashing” XL, a Chinese character--who is described as having very pale, jade-white skin.

Compare shots from vol1, 2, and 3 for good measure:

Let me say this as a brown person: just because someone is not brown or black doesn’t erase the fact that they are PoC or anything. :/

Not saying that people can’t like/dislike certain things or aspects of a thing. Everyone is free to do so. And on that vein, just wanted to share my own thoughts freely as well.

I also highly encourage people to be more liberal with curating the content they see, since life is too short to have to deal with things you dislike! I know I’ve been quite fast and loose with the mute/block button on both tumblr and twitter haha!

#rant

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goodomensblog · 5 years

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A Touch Like Sunlight

Crowley finds out about THE CONVERSATION Gabriel had with Aziraphale. You know exactly which one.

A Touch Like Sunlight

“Perhaps Gabriel had a point,” Aziraphale mutters, “about the gut, at least.”

Aziraphale’s standing in front of a mirror when he says it, fingers meticulously twisting gleaming buttons into fabric.

Crowley thinks he must have misheard.

“Sorry - he what?”

Glancing up, Aziraphale catches sight of Crowley in the mirror.

“Crowley! You’re early,” the angel says, looking pleased, and does up the remaining buttons with an eager flourish. “I’m excited to try this new restaurant. It’s in a conservatory, yes? What a novel idea!”

“M’yeah - Clos Maggiore - got a nice big garden,” Crowley answers, distracted. “But what was that you were saying? About...Gabriel.” Crowley grimaces, his lips curling around the name.

“Oh it was nothing, dear.” When Aziraphale waves, it is dismissive. “It’s just - archangels. You know how they can be.”

Turning away from the mirror, Aziraphale’s hands flit about his front, and Crowley watches him give the bottom of his vest a little tug.

“A tad bit preoccupied with perfection, is all,” Aziraphale mutters, and reaches for his coat.

“Perfection?” Crowley stares after Aziraphale, feeling as though he’s somehow missed the critical point which connects the two points of conversation “And what’s that got to do with you and guts?”

Aziraphale stops, closing his eyes.

“My gut, Crowley. It’s-” he says, touching a hand to his stomach. “Well it’s not. You know, perfect.”

The angel’s lips twist up in a thin, sad mimicry of a smile.

“What?” Crowley’s glasses have slipped a bit down his nose, and he stares at the angel, flabbergasted.

“Oh for - Gabriel told me to lose weight, alright?”

Crowley blinks.

The demon Crowley, if you’ll believe it, once owned a laptop. A very nice one, at that. (How else was he supposed to start hour long debates via the youtube comment section?) He’d spilled a latte on said laptop, and before he could miracle the hot liquid away, the poor computer had buzzed once before the screen flickered, flashed blue, and then went permanently dark.

As he stands in the angel’s bookshop, trying vainly to process the words which have just spilled out of the angel’s mouth, Crowley feels suddenly quite a lot like a water - er, latte-logged laptop.

“It was before the apocalypse - or, I suppose, the not-apocalypse. So it’s in the past, of course. And I don’t really think about it - well, not really. But I do wonder if my, er, shape is - oh, it doesn’t matter-” Aziraphale frets, distractedly adjusting his coat.

By now, Crowley has finally managed to process the content of the angel’s declaration - and the knowledge of what Gabriel had said, of the words the archangel had undoubtedly cruelly wielded against his angel -

It makes the demon burn.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley says.

He doesn’t mean for it to come out like it does - quiet and dangerous; the whispered promise a dagger makes when pulled loose of its sheath.

The angel goes still. Blue eyes - glowing with the untapped holy aura which waits, untouched within his deceptively human shell - are unnaturally bright in the dim shop.

“...Crowley?”

Distracted with the rage coiling like a serpent in his gut, Crowley does not have the presence of mind to dissect the angel’s reaction. If he did, he might have grasped the reason for the angel’s hesitation.

The reason is this:

In six thousand years, Crowley had rarely used his voice to imply anything really and truly dangerous. And Crowley had certainly never said Aziraphale’s name in such a tone. Sure - perhaps occasionally in exasperation. But not like this. Never like this.

Much later, when Crowley is calm, he will reflect on the exchange - and with profound relief, realize that of the complicated set of emotions which crossed the angel’s face, not a single one of them was fear.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley hisses, “You’re telling me that Gabriel, that-,” and he rocks back on his feet, his hand clenching at his side. “-that bastard, said that? To you.”

It’s Aziraphale’s turn to blink. “If you recall, he also planned to have me killed,” the angel says spreading his hands. “Crowley, I don’t understand why you’re fixating on-”

“No you see, that - that,” Crowley interrupts, lifting a shaking finger, “that’s precisely the fucking point.”

And then he’s moving, leather shoes pacing smartly over the shop’s scuffed floor.

Because it is the point, Crowley thinks, dragging a hand through his hair.

Gabriel tried to kill Aziraphale.

Aziraphale - who delights in simple magic tricks, in Sunday brunches, in feeding the ducks, and dancing the Gavotte; who looks forward to chatting with their new human friends when they call up every few weeks, just to catch up.

Aziraphale, who Gabriel looked at and saw frivolity, uselessness, emotion and weakness, all wrapped in an imperfect body.

Gabriel had dared look upon Aziraphale and had the gall, the audacity to miss everything that mattered.

Gabriel had never understood Aziraphale. So he’d hurt, demeaned, and belittled him. And when Aziraphale remained, still outside of his grasp - too far outside of his influence, Gabriel had resorted to destruction.

And does a being like that, ever truly stop seeking control? Crowley can’t help the thought, which slithers in, slipping around the edges of his rage.

His and Aziraphale’s body-swapping stunt bought them time, Crowley knows.

But eternity rewards the patient.

And Heaven had played the long game before.

Will Gabriel ever truly leave Aziraphale alone?

It’s a sobering thought. One that has Crowley’s molten rage cooling into something hard, sharp, and pointed.

Crowley’s steps slow - then stop.

“Crowley-” Aziraphale tries, but Crowley isn’t listening.

One of the bookshop’s upper windows is slightly ajar, and a stream of pale sunlight pours into the shop, lighting a narrow path to the floor.

Awash in light, Crowley looks up, thinking.

He’s never killed before. Not like that anyway.

But for Aziraphale’s sake - for his safety...

“Will I have to kill Gabriel?” Crowley muses, blinking up at the light.

The moment the words leave his mouth, the room surges with a white, humming energy - and then Aziraphale is on him, shoving Crowley back.

Crowley doesn’t lift a hand - even as he’s thrust against the nearest shelf.

Hard spines dig into his back as he stares into Aziraphale’s clear blue eyes. Within them, holy light churns, waiting to be called forth.

Aziraphale’s wings have manifested, and they flare out as the angel presses a staying hand against the demon. Fingers splayed across Crowley’s chest, Aziraphale half turns, angling his body to face the open shop. His free hand is raised, palm open and ready. And as the heavy silence sinks over them, Aziraphale stills, tensing.

Crowley doesn’t need to breathe, but sometimes he forgets - and so after a minute has passed, the demon draws in a slow, careful breath.

“Angel,” Crowley says, brushing a hand over the fingers so effortlessly pressing him into the shelf.

And then those over-bright eyes are on Crowley, and he is not afraid. Not when Aziraphale blinks and the air hums. Not when Aziraphale’s wings shudder and stretch, and Aziraphale presses into him.

The wings lift and fold, and Crowley is ensconced in a shelter of white.

Aziraphale’s breath is soft and shuddering, and the fingers digging into Crowley’s chest tremble as the angel leans into him. “We’re lucky. He wasn’t listening - or if he was, he didn’t hear. Crowley, what were you thinking? Including an archangels name in a statement like that?”

It was a dangerous mistake - Crowley knows. One he won’t make again.

“Honestly Crowley, all this over one stupid comment?”

Crowley shakes his head, suddenly adamant that Aziraphale understand.

“No. No. Gab- he doesn’t value you, angel. Doesn’t value your person. Your life,” he says, swallowing. “And hearing what he’s said to you, angel. Well okay, yeah, it did piss me off - but it made me realize. It’s personal for him,” Crowley says, squeezing Aziraphale’s hand. “He wasn’t concerned with maintaining order - he wanted to kill you, angel. You.”

“Yes, Crowley. I know.”

The admission is soft and certain, and it is painful - agonizing to hear his angel admit in that gentle voice that he knows the angels he’s worked with for centuries were eager to be rid of him.

Groaning, Crowley reaches for Aziraphale. His hands brush the angel’s face, caressing his cheeks, over his ears, and then Crowley’s fingers are weaving through, tangling in his hair.

Dragging the angel closer still, he leans into him, pressing their foreheads together.

“They’ve never deserved you, angel.”

Aziraphale shudders and there’s a hitch in his voice. “Crowley.”

Crowley shakes his head, nose brushing Aziraphale’s. “No. Fuck them. You’re perfect. From your toes to your stomach-” and here he reaches down, brushing a reverent touch over the angel’s soft belly.

He feels Aziraphale shiver beneath him as his touch traces up, over his chest, then along the curve of the angel’s neck.

“-to your face, your head-” and Crowley cradles Aziraphale’s face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs, “and everything within. Your wants, your selflessness, your selfishness, and even your love of stupid fake magic. It’s perfect. Every damn bit of it,” he hisses, defiant.

The wings around them are trembling, and Aziraphale, pressing his lips against Crowley’s cheek, whispers. “Crowley, you’re-”

“Don’t say I’m lying, angel. And yeah sure, demons lie and whatever. But I’ve never lied to you.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale says, and Crowley closes his eyes at the touch of another soft kiss against his skin. “I know that.” Another kiss.

And then, he starts again, “Crowley, you’re so good to me.” Another kiss, followed by a soft breath and then - “No that’s - what I mean is - Crowley, you are so good.” Aziraphale kisses him again, this time at the corner of his lips and says, “Don’t be angry.”

Crowley winces - not out of anger - but because his insides feel soft and fluttery and warm - and Aziraphale’s touch is gentle - nearly unbearably so. So much that Crowley distantly wonders if he might die from it.

“M’not,” he manages.

Aziraphale leans back to look him fully in the face.

“You’re not,” he marvels.

How can he be? If Aziraphale is a terrible angel, then Crowley is a worse demon.

He’s chosen his side now. No use defending old titles.

The thought of sides, however, does make some of the warmth bleed from him because - “I think we need a plan, Aziraphale - to deal with Gabr - you know, him. Or any of the others who might decide to cause us trouble.”

Aziraphale is watching him, his lips pressed in a concerned line. “A plan?”

Crowley swallows and nods. “For if they come for us. We couldn’t take them in a fight. Not all at once. But if we had to - even just getting rid of Gabr - him would give us some breathing room. You know the rest of them would back off.”

Frown lines etch the skin between Aziraphale’s brows.

“If we had to, we could split up. You could play decoy and lead the others away. Distract them long enough for me to face Gabriel. Against just him, I might be able to-”

Aziraphale’s wings snap back. The cold air of the shop rushes in - and Crowley winces at the light.

Aziraphale has him by the jacket, and the angel’s gaze is cold and blue and Crowley can’t look away.

“You will not.”

And it is more than a request. More than a demand. The air whines as the fabric of existence strains to reshape itself - to placate, to please -

“Angel,” Crowley whispers, wrapping his fingers around one of the angel’s hands.

The air settles.

And then Aziraphale’s brows are lifting, his expression pained and breaking.

“Crowley, he would destroy you.”

“I wouldn’t let him,” Crowley says, and believes it.

“Crowley, please,” Aziraphale says.

And really, that’s all it takes.

“Alright, angel,” Crowley says, pulling him close, “Consider that plan scrapped.”

Aziraphale’s wings disappear, folding into another plane of existence as Aziraphale wraps around Cowley in a relieved embrace.

“We surely have some time, right?” Aziraphale says against Crowley’s shoulder.

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Crowley agrees, and savors the feeling of Aziraphale’s rigid figure softening, relaxing against him. “We have time,” Crowley says, and looking over Aziraphale’s shoulder, closes his eyes.

It’s not a lie, he tells himself. They might very well have time.

“And you won’t fight him? Not even to protect me.” Aziraphale’s voice is soft, pleading.

It is at ten fifteen in the morning, on a beautiful Sunday in April that Crowley, after six thousand years, tells the angel his very first real lie.

“No, angel. I won’t fight the archangel.”

“I’m serious,” Aziraphale says, stern.

“Me too, angel.”

Something in Aziraphale’s expression relaxes, and he smiles, small.

It doesn’t feel good - lying. Crowley never particularly liked lying, generally speaking. But here, now, it’s infinitely worse.

He tries to rationalize it - because he won’t, of course, fight the archangel unless he’s got a plan. And a good one, at that. Unless - and here’s the heart of the lie - Aziraphale is in danger. Crowley would fight an army of archangels if they threatened Aziraphale harm.

And his angel was a bastard for thinking he could guilt Crowley into promising otherwise - perfect in every way, mind you - but a bastard all the same.

And so Crowley leans back, cupping the angel’s face, and smiles.

“So how about brunch? I wanted to take you to that new place, remember? With the garden.”

“Right! Brunch!” Aziraphale says, bouncing up on his toes - as if they hadn’t just been discussing the murder of archangels. “Do you think they have crepes?”

“Angel,” Crowley says, giving him a look. “I suggested it precisely because they serve crepes.”

And then Aziraphale is grinning and it looks so bright and lovely on the angel’s face that Crowley decides they won’t talk about Heaven or Hell or bloody archangels - for the day. Or for weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Whatever it takes to keep that smile there, unobstructed.

The archangel Gabriel is a problem.

And his hatred of Aziraphale is dangerous, no doubt.

But Crowley will deal with it, in much the same way as he dealt with the other, albeit smaller dangers that cropped up throughout the past six thousand years.

He’ll just need to be more clever this time, that’s all.

“Shall we, angel?” he says, and holds out a hand.

“Please,” Aziraphale says, and takes his hand with a small, pleased grin.

Their fingers twist together, and when Crowley squeezes, Aziraphale’s fingers squeeze back.

For now, all is well.

Someday, it might not be.

But, well, he’ll come up with a plan - something particularly clever, to deal with that.

For now, Crowley listens to Aziraphale chat as they walk - the angel is talking about Anathema, Newt, Madame Tracy, and Adam and their latest telephone conversations. Running his thumb across the back of Aziraphale’s hand, Crowley savors the touch.

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READ PART 2 HERE

And some of you replied asking to be tagged and/or just keymashed, which I took to mean the same thing, so here’s tagging:

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hoboy that was more than I thought it would be. Hope you all enjoyed part 1 of the fic!

#my writing #good omens #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable boyfriends #otp: ineffable #fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale

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Younger post-ep ramble 7x01

I joked in my finale ramble at the end of season 6 that the episode was called ‘Forever’ because that’s how long it would feel between seasons...well joke's on me because now, after 587 days, we are FINALLY here. The Younger drought has been a tough one, but we have been generously compensated by getting the first four episodes all at once, which is both exciting and also, turns out, incredibly overwhelming. As usual the thoughts and feelings are many, mostly feelings (read: I am NOT ok) but let’s start off with a delve into the premiere episode, ‘A Decent Proposal’.

The episode picks up within minutes of where the season 6 finale left off, with Diana and Enzo not wasting any time to hot foot it out of their wedding reception and into their happily ever after (Arrivederci bitches!). Of course I’m very happy for Diana and her happiness but there’s only one couple’s happiness that I am on tenterhooks about now that Diva is sorted and that is Charles and Liza, as they watch their sprinklers fizzle out in some sort of awkward, symbolic, anti-climax.

You may recall that mere moments earlier, Charles had popped the question on the dancefloor before the two were separated by an obligatory conga line, and Charles quickly assumes that Liza’s lack of enthusiasm to shout her answer across the reception of another person’s wedding is an answer in itself. As anyone who has read my rambles before knows, I unapologetically fly the Team Charles flag, and let me tell you, despite her supreme stalling techniques (you’re not divorced yet, we should probably speak to the children blah blah), hearing Liza say, ‘my answer is, I love you’, my jaw hit the floor. I’m sorry, did Liza Miller just declare her feelings openly and directly and with absolute certainty??? We’re 33 seconds into the new season and I AM SHOOKETH DARREN.

Speaking of declaring feelings openly and directly, I love absolutely everything about this opening scene. The music choice was perfect and really helped build the moment, as Charles told Liza he understands her hesitation before un-asking her to marry him (so that when the she’s made her mind she can pop the question - I kid you not, this has always been my dream...). The music cutting out and just hearing the crickets as Liza asks if he’s really withdrawing the proposal, his quip about her having to make the next move, assuming he’s still on the market (I love/hate this foreshadowing btw), it is Charles/Liza banter at its best and my sappy heart was soaking up every morsel. Throw in some CGI fireworks and the observation that they are sign (which may or may not play out at a later date) and you have yourself a pretty darn near perfect start to Younger’s final season.

Speaking of talking openly and directly, one of the staples of the Youngerverse, the Maggie morning debrief, is back as our way to gain insight into the thoughts, feelings and ponderings of Liza. Straight off the bat I am very pleased that Maggie has fully committed to ‘Chaz’ for Charles and I’m even happier that we actually hear these two talking about what’s going on because honestly, the last couple of seasons the Maggie/Liza convos, which we traditionally rely on heavily to know where Liza is at and to hear Maggie’s sage/sometimes terrible advice, have been skimmed over or felt rushed. We are also reminded that Liza has indeed seen Charles’ goods (the Empiriconda, she’s meaning the Empiriconda) and that the sex is hot, because we need to have all the information on top of the declarations of love to highlight how their relationship is pretty much perfect so that what transpires is even more painful.

Other things that are painful include the fact that Diana will be decidedly absent for most of the season (to be fair scheduling/covid are pretty legit reasons and in ep 1 we can chalk that up to her honeymoon, so more lamenting on that later), but early on it provides some pretty fab Lauren Diva-worshiping. Donning a baroque print Moschino suit that would’ve made Fran Fine jealous, Lauren is clearly distracted by the responsibility of her interim role at Empirical, as her mother frets about the theme for her 30th birthday party over face-time.

Keeping up the chaotic energy, we also discover that Kelsey has to go and let Quinn know she no longer needs her money (these characters’ ongoing relationship with the woman who has tried to ruin all of them at some point really needs unpacking with a good therapist at this stage) and Josh is in full frantic dad mode because he thinks Clare is trying to kidnap Gemma (lol that Lauren straight up calls her out on it later). Two quick points here:1) love seeing this side of Josh and 2) love Kelsey’s calm, measured reassurance that of course Clare would want her family to meet Gemma. I will say though, Josh meeting Rob for the first time when he’s about to go with Clare and Gemma to Ireland and hearing this guy he doesn’t know from a bar of soap exclaim, ‘I’m just in love with your daughter’ was super unfair. Not cool Clare, not cool.

Kelsey keeps her cool as she breaks the news of her change of heart to our fave resident villain, who comes complete with a bowl of fortune cookies she ominously encourages Kelsey to consult while also enjoying her own fortune, ‘a new love will come into your life’. It’s all very OTT and ridiculous in it’s obvious foreshadowing and I am here for every minute of it because I sincerely love to hate Quinn very much.

My love of all things over the top is further fed by Lauren entering Diana’s office and making her way to the desk - the music, the way Lauren looks at the framed picture of Diana and Enzo before relegating it to the drawer, any moment I was expecting her to utter ‘my precious’ as she became more and more entranced by the power of the neckwear, before Liza abruptly broke the spell by asking what she was doing and warned her off her consideration of claiming Diana’s office as her own. Very much appreciated the continuity later in the episode when Liza is very distressed that Lauren has gone full-Trout with the chunky baubled ornament around her neck, though Lauren is less Invasion of the Body Snatchers and more Nancy Drew at this point, as she has caught wind of Charles’ proposal while reviewing video footage from Diana’s wedding which she decided, for some reason, to show Josh, who was ‘still not interested’ (we hear your words Josh but your face says otherwise). I am very on board the Liza/Lauren dynamic and their ‘circle of trust’ as Liza asks that Lauren keep the proposal to herself (we really haven’t seen the friendship between these two much) and Liza’s gratitude, ‘Thank you...Di-va’, is hilarious, as is the response, ‘my pleasure, Queen’.

We get many fine moments in the office this ep, the first meeting when there are formal announcements and speeches made welcoming Kelsey back...to a conference room of Charles, Liza, Lauren and a random guy we’ve never seen or heard from before and never will again it seems. It makes me laugh that every person in the room except the dude we’ll never know already knows everything but hey, formality is important I guess? The pitch for ‘Little Women in Space’ by an author played by an actress who is friends IRL with Sutton Foster and they were in the musical Little Women together is honestly too much but also just the right amount and this show does meta so well (not to mention Lauren’s excited outburst upon realising her party theme plus her making sure Liza knows that she knows about the proposal. Subtle as a sledgehammer is our Lauren).

One not-so-fine moment is the extremely out of left field resignation of Zane followed by the completely douchey moment of him breaking up with Kelsey via face-time with the line, ‘I love you Kelsey, take care’. I’m sorry, what?? On the one hand, I get it that CMD wasn’t available for the season so in some respects better to deal with it swiftly and move on, but it was very abrupt and strange. I had zero investment in the pairing so it doesn’t overly affect my viewing, but any fans out there shipping those two, are you ok? Because that was a brutal way for a pairing to simply cease to exist.

So we have I love yous being thrown around by Kelsey and Zane as they break up because that makes sense (in retrospect I should’ve seen what was coming because these words clearly mean NOTHING *breathes deeply, exhales slowly*) but thank goodness Liza is there to comfort Kelsey, whose statement that she really doesn’t care would be a lot more convincing if she wasn’t crying inconsolably. We get a beautiful transition from Kelsey’s office to Charles’ with a sweeping aerial shot across the autumnal canopy of Central Park along with the gentle music adding to the relaxed pacing of the episode. Liza doesn’t want it to be weird between her and Charles now that the proposal is out there (well actually, its 100% in her court but yes), so he reassures her it’s not weird at all by planting a kiss on her that almost triggers the sprinklers because friends, it is HOTTT. Cue super cute exchange about pro and cons lists, lovingly looking into one another’s eyes and then, another ‘ I love you’ from Liza to Charles followed by Charles responding, ‘I love you too’, and despite my deceased status at this point, it was magical. But also WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.

These two are so enamoured with one another and it’s as though it’s something they just say to each other all the time, but this is literally the first episode we’ve heard any kind of expression of feelings to one another since the season 6 premiere and even then it wasn’t this direct; Liza ran away and Charles told her he didn’t mind not being at the office because he did it for the woman he loves followed by a cute story about how he can do maths because he’s had feelings for her for 16 years. Don’t get me wrong, the entire scene this episode was perfect and it was SO well done in the way it captured the best parts of their dynamic (damn you Darren Star for being so good at what you do), but it also felt like we were being shown the dream version of what could have been before it’s all snatched away.

Not unlike Millennial, which is like naming a business Boomer Print according to the table of boomers at the investor meeting who blindside Kelsey and Charles by voting to restore the name Empirical (head boomer has clearly had it with millennials, indicated by his statement, ‘who gives a shit about millennials any more?’) and so it is done and Kelsey is officially having a very bad week. It is while enjoying a quiet bourbon in the bar that evening that Charles is joined by Quinn, who is allegedly on her apology tour to explain to investors why she dropped out of the Senate race, but also offers Charles what seems to be a sincere apology for treating his company like a toy (prediction: nothing is ever as it seems with Quinn). I have a confession to make and believe me, I don't like it any more than you do - they absolutely nailed the set up of tension and a little bit of a spark between Charles and Quinn in this scene IMO and I...I *whispers* I liked it.

What I liked even more was Lauren’s completely in character entrance to her own birthday party, omg it’s so ridiculous and perfectly her and Denise telling her daughter, ‘fix your crotch, good girl’ had me chuckling. I feel like we’re getting Kelsey’s set up for the season at this party too, as she’s feeling unsure of what defines her now, and the conversation about defining things carries over into Josh and Liza’s chat when he asks her if congratulations are in order. This exchange between the two of them is just lovely, with Liza clearly feeling a little awkward talking to Josh about Charles, but Josh reassures her that he does like him, for her, and that it brings him joy to know she’s happy. They agree that their relationship doesn’t need to be defined, and that they'll always be in each others’ lives no matter who they’re with. It feels very final for their romantic relationship and I would be celebrating the end of the triangle had I not clocked Josh’s fallen expression as Liza walks away. I really do hope that Josh finds someone he loves and who loves him the way he wants to be loved this season. Josh’s words gave Liza some clarity of her own and so we find ourselves at the magnificent Seaglass Carousel, home of Liza and Charles’ first proper date, once more.

Charles is clearly full of hope and expectation as he meets Liza and they remember the time he and the beard we try to forget about brought her there and it’s all amazing and beautiful and...*collects self*...Liza tells him that she just wants to keep riding the perfect ride. She once again tells him she loves him (we’re up to three times in one ep now for those of you playing at home), that all she wants is his heart and that she wants to be happily unmarried to him every day. To say this does not go down the way she is expecting is an understatement; we learn that Charles doesn’t want a ride, he wants to get off the carousel and not live in a fantasy. He believes in marriage whereas she believes they are now finally free and folks, this is why you talk about your stance on marriage in a relationship BEFORE you pop the question out of nowhere at someone’s wedding.

You can see on his face, as Liza says she doesn’t want to define their relationship by the rules and obligations of marriage, that he’s hearing that she is not all in (whether that’s true or not) and he thanks her for letting him know what’s in her heart. You know the bit that actually plunges the knife into my heart? Charles shaking his head as Liza says his name, clearly overcome with emotion, before he kisses her on the head looking as though his world has just come crumbling down around him. That knife just gets twisted even further as Liza is left there in disbelief, (we are all Liza in that moment honestly), trying to process how her own declaration could be so easily rejected. You know, I knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it any less painful. I can see it from both perspectives and I have no doubt that these two characters have a lot they need to address and work through as a result of their own failed marriages if they’re going to have healthy relationships moving forward.

I tell you what, after so long with no new episodes, this first episode of the season was concurrently beautiful and heart-breaking and one thing’s for certain - this final ride ain’t gonna be smooth. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to go and regain some composure so we can start on ep 2...

Season 6 ramble collection can be found here

#youngertv #younger tv #7x01 #reiew #ramble #liza miller #charles brooks #kelsey peters #maggie amato #lauren heller #younger season 7 #tv show

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mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6 · 4 years

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Tower (one shot)

Summary: Paige is going to a party with a high status guest list. She meets Changkyun and Jooheon in the elevator...all three of them are lost.

Warning: SMUT. Threesome (Eiffel Tower, hence the title, get it?), spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise.

Word count: ~2k

A/N: I’ve been dreaming of this scenario for too long (even revealed the concept in a anon ask whoops). I am a raging slut for these two boys, I want to bring more fluff in my palette, but I had to get this off my chest. Will finish the second part of my Ultimate fic soon. This is my first one shot, I’m so proud of myself!

It's just a party, this isn't new. Hell, I've been at this hotel before! I hound my phone to see where exactly this party is, my instructions aren't very clear, thanks to my friend who is already there and has the worst luck with spell check while drunk. So, I guess I'm on my own. First ride to the elevator. I'm just gonna stop at each floor till I hear or see the party. It's annoying, but odds are it'll work. Floor two, nothing. I check myself out using the mirrors surrounding the elevator. Damn do I look good. I adjust the girls to not show too much cleavage in my halter top, just a tasteful amount. What about ass? A little bit of ass cheek, but not too bad, I've worn worse. The doors open at floor three, making me cautious of adjusting myself too much. Nothing. I browse my phone to kill time. Floor four, two people walk in. I look up from my phone and I see Changkyun and Jooheon from Monsta X looking at me in the mirror wall.

"All the floors?", Changkyun points out, chuckling over every button pressed. His laugh makes my panties want to drop.

"If you wanted to go down, I'm sorry, I'm trying to find a party, but I'm lost", I explain. Both boys laugh, making me feel better, but also worse. What are they laughing at? The doors close and we ascend to floor five.

"We're trying to get to that party too, but we have no idea where it is either", Jooheon sighs. Oh thank goodness. Wait, they're going to the same party? My dreams have been fulfilled!

"You're going to that party too?", I bashfully ask for confirmation.

"Just wanted to go to say hi, but if you're going to be there, I guess we can stay a bit longer", Changkyun gives me his slick, half smile grin. My grip around my phone tighten to prevent myself from losing it.

"And with twenty-five floors, we'll have plenty of time to get to know you before we find the party", Jooheon joins the flirtatious attack.

"What's your name, babygirl?", Changkyun starts with the questions. Call me babygirl one more time, I dare you. The door opens and we listen in to hear any music from the hallway. Nothing. We go back to casually leaning.

"I'm Paige. No need to tell me your names, I know exactly who you are, Jooheon and Changkyun", I reveal. If they want to play this flirting game, I'll play this flirting game. They're surprised that I know their names.

Level six, nothing. This is going to take a while.

"What's a beautiful girl doing at a party like this?", Jooheon wonders.

"There's nothing wrong with free booze and young celebrities checking you out. It's all fun and games till they learn how simple you are", I shrug. Celebs expect to be with celebs or with people of some significance. I'm a good fuck, but nothing stays for long.

"Simple is good. Those people just don't understand the masterpiece they have in front of them", Changkyun steps it up.

"Oh, I'm a masterpiece?", I act flattered. I look at their reflections and they both examine me fully, scanning me from head to toe. Jooheon bites his juicy lip, flashing me his iconic dimples. Changkyun licks the corner of his mouth, raising his pierced brow. I must be dreaming.

"Oh, please, any girl would drop their panties for those looks. You'll have to try harder if you want to impress me", I call them out on their attempt to seduce. The boys like the challenge. The door opens and we're struck back to reality. Floor seven, nothing. Both of them move to either side of me. I realize how much taller they are compared to me, but I won't let that aspect intimidate me.

The door closes and the boys are in full alert.

"Can I touch you?", Jooheon asks for consent. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you going to do?", I call his bluff. He twists me to face him then uses both hands to get a handful of my ass. He pulls me to him and begins to kiss my exposed shoulder. I am definitely not the first ass he's grabbed, this man knows what he's doing. I already feel his hard on teasing me against my abdomen. I know the internet says he radiates big dick energy, but I confidently confirm it. Changkyun comes from behind me and presses his hard dick against my ass. Fuck, his big dick energy is also more accurate than I thought. One hand cups a tit while the other brushes my hair out of the way so he could kiss my neck, then proceeds to cup the other. Both of them fondling my ass and tits, nearly synchronized. Both pairs of lips against my skin, varying from light pecks to full on marking via sucking or biting. Their muffled moans buzz against my skin. They know how to work me. I didn't expect them to actually commit to those, I should've known better than to be a helpless flirt.

"Fuck me", I couldn't help myself from moaning.

"Don't have to tell us twice, baby girl", Changkyun growls in my ear, tugging on my shorts.

"You two are cool with sharing?", I nearly panic from how fast this is transitioning.

"For you, baby", Jooheon sighs in ecstasy. I doubt I would be the first one to have both of them in a threesome, but what the hell. I told them they needed to work for it and damn they did! Changkyun slides my shorts down to my knees and places a gentle kiss on my ass. Honey grabs my face and tenderly kisses my lips. Changkyun spreads my legs apart enough for my shorts to stay on my knees. He growls deep in his throat and licks a strip along my folds. I moan in Honey's mouth, he pulls me in deeper, our tongues getting acquainted. We hear dings and realize we're still going through the line of floors. Floor nine, nothing. Thank goodness no one is in the hallway to witness this. I wouldn't mind if they do. I hear Changkyun unbuckle his belt, Honey soon follows. A dick is rubbed against my ass, the warmth making my skin tingle. His strong hands knead my ass while he glides his length along my folds to tease me.

"Fuck, Paige, you're already wet for us", Changkyun grunts. Honey pulls away from my lips and looks deep in my eyes.

"That mouth is all mine. Slap my leg if you want us to stop, alright, baby?", Honey discusses protocol.

"You have every right to make us stop without question. The last thing we want to do is hurt you", Changkyun adds. I pull down Honey's boxer briefs to free his already throbbing dick. I let out a little gasp when I see what to expect.

"It's ok to say no", Honey whispers.

"I'll be ok", I assure. I put one arm behind my back for Changkyun to hold onto. I bend over to be eye level with Honey's dick and I take a second to compose myself. I could stop this at any time, it'll be ok. I lick my lips and drag my tongue along his impressive length. Just the sound of Honey's whimpery moan could make me cum. Changkyun lines himself to my entrance and slowly thrusts with ease. Holy shit, I wish I could've seen what he's packing before he buried his dick in me, I bet it's fucking beautiful as it feels. After I manage to fully throat him, Honey takes control and begins to fuck my face, holding either side of my cheeks. He does hit my gag reflex, but I don't believe I will puke, it will make my eyes water though. Changkyun matches the pace with Honey by pure instinct. Given his dancer experience, he body rolls into me, perfectly hitting where I want him. The sound of skin slapping is one of my favorite parts, other than the glorious moans from both parties, well in this case, from all three parties. Changkyun's grip on my arm tightens when the pace goes faster. Honey's hands move to my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. It's a sight I never imagined I'd see in my lifetime. Changkyun spanks my ass out of impulse. Honey and Changkyun look at each other with such confidence. They exchange a look with a little nod. This is it. This is the moment I'm done for. I'm nearly screaming on Honey's dick, this feels so good I never want this to stop! Changkyun notices my legs getting wobbly. He gives me another swift spank.

"You can do it, baby. You're doing so good", Changkyun encourages. Both men are getting feisty, they're at their limit. I let out a long moan while I cum on Changkyun. The orgasm was so sudden, or maybe I was just distracted by the feeling of both of them at the same time. Changkyun knows I came, chuckles at the feeling of me clenching around him.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Do you want Honey to cum in your mouth or cum in your pussy after me?", Changkyun pants. I use my free hand to gesture to my pussy.

"As you wish, princess", Changkyun grunts before slamming into me. He hits his peak of throttle till he cums. I wish I could record the sound he makes while he cums. It's a moan with a whimper, but it's slightly raspy with his deep voice, and there is a little giggle in it too. He rides out his high before he pulls out of me. Honey pulls out, spins me around and fucks me silly, holding me by my waist. His dick feels even more beautiful in my pussy than my mouth. Changkyun leans against a wall to catch his breath, but this way, I can finally get to see Changkyun's dick and holy fuck that was inside me?! I'm impressed with how I handled it. Honey slams into me, making a symphony of sounds. Skin slapping, my pussy quenching, variety of grunts and moans. Now that my mouth is free, I could finally be vocal.

"Fuck!", I moan in delight as I cum on Honey. My clenching makes Honey cum unannounced. His sound is more of a panting growl, far more primal. He thrusts a couple of more times to ride out our highs. He pulls out, but still holds me in case I fall over. They know my legs got weak, the shaking is visible. Honey places a kiss on my ass before pulling my shorts up. Both men stuff their dicks back into their pants. They give me a group hug to keep me standing and to give me more kisses.

"You did so good, Paige", Honey whispers in my ear.

"We need to do this again. Soon", Changkyun hisses.

"Definitely soon", Honey agrees.

"Really? I'm not going to be a one night girl?", I get all bashful, even though they just fucked me enough for two orgasms.

"You're too good to be just for one night", Changkyun breaths against my neck.

"Next time, we'll do this right and take you out", Honey adds. I hide my blushing face by burying it in Changkyun's chest. We hear a ding from the elevator. We made it to the floor twenty-five. There's music coming from the end of the hallway, the obvious penthouse suites.

"You guys still want to go?", I shrug. At this point, I just want to be with them.

"Fuck the party, let's go to our room and have our own party with pizza", Changkyun scoffs.

"And some more fun. What do you say, princess?", Honey offers. Is there any fucking question?

"Lead the way", I accept. Changkyun taps the floor four button.

"Well, twenty-one floors till we get back. Any ideas to pass the time?", Honey teases me by grabbing a handful of my ass.

#monsta x smut #jooheon smut #changkyun smut

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Jens’ season: chapter eight

Saturday, February 22nd

Jens had fucked up. He knew he had fucked up, but watching Lucas leave, turn his back and walk away from him, wasn’t any less painful. Every time he closed his eyes, Jens saw the disappointment and betrayed look on Lucas’ face.

He didn’t even go out with the boys after Lucas left, too upset to have fun with his friends. And, if he had gone, he would've tried to drink his mistake away and Jens knew that it was not the best way to deal with it. Leaning on a vice had already gotten him in trouble and had cost him Lucas, did he really want to make it worse and fuck up even more?

So, he stayed home and laid in his bed, curled up and moping like a teenage girl during her first breakup. He stared at his phone, hoping to see Lucas’ name on the screen. A message, a call. Anything. Sadly, he only got texts from the Broerrs group chat, asking where he was and if he was still coming or not.

Jens didn’t reply nor opened their messages, he just let them roll in.

When morning came, a gray light casted into his room through the still open curtains, dimly illuminating the foot of his bed. Jens didn’t know what time it was, but he could make out his mother and sister’s voices outside his door, Lotte calling out about a lost doll she wanted to take over to a friend’s house.

In other times, he would’ve laughed and called her a messy person, but Jens didn't have the heart to tease his sister.

Extending his hand across his mattress, he reached for his phone, the battery flashing 10%, and dialing Lucas’ number. It was the fifth time he called the Dutch boy since last night and, just like the first time, it went to voicemail.

Jens sighed. If only Lucas would give him a second chance. To explain. What was there to explain though? He couldn’t just say that he was out of weed and took a Xanax instead. While it was true, that it was how it started, it wouldn’t be good enough of an excuse for Lucas.

He had promised himself after messing up with Jana that in his next relationship, he was going to be more honest. Jens seemed to have forgotten about that promise... Him and Lucas had not even been together two weeks and already he had lied to him and driven him away.

Shit, he deserved a trophy for the shortest relationship ever. Even Robbe’s relationship with Noor lasted longer than that.

Afternoon seeped in and Jens felt himself slipping into desperation, craving any interactions from Lucas. He had been trying to find some way of getting a message through to Lucas, trying everything. He continued to call and text him - despite getting no replies. He even went back to their old ways and sent him a DM via Instagram, but there was still no response.

Jens let out a desperate sigh. Even a 'read' check mark would be better than this radio silence. He was about to put his phone down, he felt it vibrate in his hands, messages from his friends flashing on his screen.

Aaron: Hey so what time are we meeting up for Jana’s party? Amber said the girls are taking her out to pre-party and then we should all come by later

Moyo: Lets meet at 9 and then go over

Moyo: We can pre-game at Robbe’s?

Shit. Today was Jana's birthday party - and Jens had completely forgotten about it. She was eighteen now. The big eighteen as they used to say. Jens remembered when they were in middle school and used to dream about this big day - and future party. Now that the time had come, her birthday date had completely slipped from his mind, no longer relevant to him anymore.

Aaron: Jens, you coming or you'll bail on us again?

He ignored the messages from his friends and stared at his ceiling. There was no way he was going to Jana’s party. He didn't feel like seeing her. Or anyone. He was feeling like shit and most likely looked like it too.

Plus, after ending things between them for good a couple weeks ago, Jens doubted she'd want to see him at her party. Nothing good could come from him going and, with the way he was feeling, it was just a recipe for disaster.

Jens clicked out of the chat and pulled up a contact. Robbe was the only person who responded 'present' when Jens needed someone. Someone to empty his feelings to and make everything seem right again. He dialled Robbe’s number, biting his lip as he waited. It rang three times...and went to voicemail.

Fuck, where was his best friend when he needed him?

Monday, February 24th

He saw Lucas in the halls on Monday. And, once Jens saw him, he couldn’t seem to be able to look away, eyes memorizing every feature of that beautiful face, knowing that he wouldn’t see it as often - nor as close - anymore.

A stupid smile formed on his face, only to fall and turn into sorrow seconds later. A week ago, Lucas would’ve turned in his direction and smiled - and maybe Jens would’ve blown him a kiss, making Lucas blush. But, today, Lucas had his back to him.

His beautiful curls were covered by a hoodie, denim jacket on top, as he fished something out of his locker. A textbook, probably.

A part of him wanted to go up to him, but Jens didn't want to be that creepy ex - that's what they were now, were they? - who stalked the other at school just to talk to them because their numbers are blocked. This was wrong and twisted.

So, Jens stayed away and kept his distance, giving Lucas the time and space he needed.

Tuesday, February 25th

After skating his sadness away at the skatepark, Jens opened his textbooks and worksheet and began his homework. He didn’t feel like doing school work right now, but it had to be handed tomorrow so he had no other choice.

There was a light knock on his door, followed by his mother's sweet, calm voice - and the smell of fresh baking. ‘’Lotte and I baked some cookies, want some?’’ she asked, poking her head through the doorway.

Homemade cookies? On a Tuesday? That was unusual. After a shift at the hospital, Fenna usually had just enough energy to prepare dinner and do some small chores.

‘’Maybe later,’’ Jens responded, eyes on his homework, trying to concentrate on Maths instead of Lucas.

‘’It’s peanut butter, your favorites. Lotte insisted we made them for you,’’ Fenna explained, tempting him, thinking he’ll change his mind.

‘’I’m not hungry. I’ll get some later.’’ Jens forced a smile. He didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but he just wasn’t in the mood.

Fenna frowned at the second refusal and stepped in, sensing something was up with her son. It was unlike Jens to refuse peanut butter cookies - and to hide in his bed all weekend. She thought he might be getting sick, but he didn’t look nor sound sick. It was something else.

She sat on Jens’ bed, trying to keep herself from making comments about the mess around his room. When will those kids learn to clean and tidy up?

‘’Need any help with that homework?’’

Jens shook his head. ‘’Unless you aced algebra when you were in high school, I doubt you can help me.’’

A small laugh left her lips. ‘’You must’ve got that from me, then. I was bad at Maths.’’

‘’Thanks for the skills, I guess?’’

‘’Other than struggling with your Math homework, anything new? How is Robbe? I haven’t seen him around in a while. How is his mom doing?’’

‘’Mom…’’

Fenna shrugged. ‘’What? Can’t I just catch up with my kids and show interest in their lives and what they are up to?’’

‘’I guess.’’

‘’Finance issues have been a big concern these past months, but you’re important too. Why don’t we invite Lucas for dinner this Friday?’’

At the mention of Lucas, Jens’ heart clenched painfully. He had just introduced him to his mom last week and it went so well - she adored Lucas - and now he was going to announce to her that they were no longer together.

‘’I...it’s too late. We’re not together anymore.’’ Jens’ eyes filled with water, the realisation of he and Lucas’ break up fully sinking in.

Seeing the tears in her son’s eyes, Jens’ mom did what any good mom would do and pulled him into a hug. At first, Jens didn’t respond to her hug, but he gave in as she started stroking his hair, soon feeling his tears saturate the shoulder of her shirt.

It was the first time in a long time that Jens had crumbled like that and cried in his mother’s arms. He hadn’t done that since their family dog died when he was eight.

Heartbreaks had never been something Fenna had to help her son through. Jens didn't cry over girls - it was usually the opposite. But, seeing the situation reversing, Jens’ mom understood how much Lucas must’ve meant to him.

She held her son and felt his pain, trying her best to comfort him. ‘’Give him time,’’ she said, hope in her voice. ‘’Time fixes things. Look at your father. He’s on the right track.’’

Jens lifted his head from his mother's shoulder, wiping his tears away, getting serious. ‘’About that... Mom, there’s something I need to tell you.’’ He paused, dragging time.

Fenna furrowed her eyebrows.

Wednesday, February 26th

Jens thought seeing his friends would do him good, that he’d feel a little better, but he was still feeling like shit. He watched as Robbe and Aaron were animatedly talking about a new vlog idea, Moyo joining in and adding to their idea.

‘’What do you think, Jens?’’ Robbe asked.

He shrugged.

‘’Anyone want beers?’’ Moyo offered everyone, getting immediate nods from Robbe and Aaron. ‘’You?’’ he asked Jens, who shook his head.

‘’I’ll pass.’’

The three boys exchanged a look, surprised.

‘’Do you have a fever, bro?’’ Aaron said, laughing and checking the raven haired boy’s forehead only to be swatted away by an annoyed Jens.

‘’Yeah, when do you ever refuse a beer?’’

‘’I don’t feel like drinking tonight. Is that not allowed?’’

He slumped into the armchair and looked down, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. Not only was this hoodie his favorite, but Lucas had worn it a couple times - looking adorable as hell in it - and, if Jens brought the collar close enough to his nose, he could smell the faint scent of Lucas’ cologne.

‘’Is...is it Lucas?’’ Robbe asked hesitantly, almost whispering the boy’s name. He didn’t want to out Jens to Aaron and Moyo, but he had a feeling that Lucas had something to do with his best friend’s mood. He recognized the symptoms of a broken heart.

Jens stopped playing with the thread and nodded.

Aaron frowned. ‘’Lucas? As in the Dutch kid? The one you invited to the bar last Friday?’’ he asked, making sure they were talking about the same person.

‘’Yeah...’’

‘’What happened?’’ Robbe continued.

While ignoring the question and putting up a front would be easier, these were his best friends, his broerrrs. He didn’t need to hide behind his walls anymore, not with them.

‘’I fucked up and...I think we broke up.’’

‘’Wait, you’re gay too?’’ Aaron said confusedly, putting two and two together.

’’Who’s gay too?’’ Moyo asked, returning with the beers, handing one each to Aaron and Robbe before sitting back on the couch and cracking it open.

Jens sighed, pushing his head in his hands. ‘’I’m not gay...’’

Moyo choked as he took a sip of his beer. “You too?”

Jens groaned in annoyance. “I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. There is a difference,’’ he explained. ‘’But that’s not what this is about. I fucked up and now Lucas completely pushed me out of his life. I tried calling him, I sent texts too, but he’s purposely ignoring me. All because I took fucking Xanax…’’

Robbe blinked, alarmed at the infamous drug. ‘’Xanax? Jens, that shit is dangerous-’’

‘’I know. Don’t worry. It cost me Lucas, I’m not taking that shit again,’’ he said with the most serious tone.

Despite his promise, Robbe wasn’t fully reassured. Xanax addiction was very common among teenagers and young adults, Robbe was worried his best friend had slipped into that rabbit hole. ‘’You should’ve called me-’’ he started, but Jens cut him.

‘’I tried calling you on Saturday, but you didn’t answer. I don’t blame you for spending time with Sander, I’m happy for you two, but sometimes I really need my best friend. Especially when I fuck up this bad.’’

‘’Why did you tell us sooner?’’ Moyo asked, speaking for everyone.

‘’Because I don’t like venting about my problems and I’d rather try solving them by myself than bothering people. Including you all. It’s nothing personal, it's just who I am. And, as if it wasn’t enough, Lucas isn’t the only thing that’s not going right in my life. Things are pretty shit at home too.’’

‘’You’re not alone with problems, you know? We all have our struggles. My dad and I still aren’t getting along, Aaron is failing classes and is worried he won’t graduate with us and Moyo...can’t get any girls,’’ Robbe explained, adding a touch of humor and teasing his friend.

Moyo shoved him. ‘’Hey! I have more serious problems than girls…’’

The three boys laughed, lightening the mood. Jens had been so confined in his own bubble of sadness these past few days that he forgot the best remedy for heartbreaks: your friends. Not everyone can count on their friend to lift their spirits and make them feel better. Not everyone has friends they can count on, friends who are always there for them. But Jens was one of the lucky people who did and he promised himself that he would never forget it again.

‘’We’re bros, right?’’ Moyo asked, looking at him. The raven haired one nodded. ''Next time, come to us, okay?''

''Noted.’’ Jens flashed him a smile. ‘’Moyo? Maybe I'll reconsider that beer.''

Thursday, February 27th

The bell rang and dismissed class for lunch. Jens was waiting for the guys when he spotted Robbe and waved him over. They exchanged their classic fist-bumps and started walking in the direction of the lunch room.

''I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. You were right. I'm always with Sander. I need to get better at balancing my time. So...I decided that this weekend will be a best friends weekend. Just you and me.''

Jens scoffed. He was flattered that Robbe wanted to make time for him and spend time together like the old days, but he didn’t want to stand in Sander’s way. ''You don't need to cancel your plans with Sander for me. I’m fine, Robbe.’’

The brunet shook his head. “You are important too and, it’s true, we don’t spend time together anymore. I miss you too.’’

Jens rolled his eyes. Robbe was such a sap sometimes.

“How are you feeling after yesterday? At least Aaron and Moyo took it better than when I came out.”

“Okay, I guess.’’ Jens shrugged, not wanting to get all emotional at school. ‘’It still really sucks to see him everyday and not-”

Jens stopped speaking as Lucas reached them, ignoring Robbe and looked at Jens directly in the eyes, looking a little on edge. ‘’Do you have anything on you? Weed or whatever,’’ he asked, skipping greetings.

Jens’ heart jumped in his chest, seeing Lucas was so close to him for the first time in a week. He was so close that he could smell his cologne and see the light freckles on his face. Lucas wore that pink sweatshirt Jens loved so much and he just wanted to grab his face and kiss him, run his fingers into his curly locks. But he couldn’t. They weren’t together anymore, Jens had lost that privilege.

Lucas repeated his question, impatient. ‘’Jens?’’

‘’I… They’re in my locker,’’ he responded. I couldn’t keep them at home anymore, he almost added. ‘’Why?’’

‘’What’s your locker code?’’

Jens’ frown deepened. ‘’I don’t understand-’’

‘’The cops are here. They're raiding the school for drugs and shit,’’ Lucas explained, dead serious.

Panic rose inside Jens’ head. The cops? He was totally fucked. What had he been thinking selling drugs on campus? The last guy that worked this area got busted and now he was going to be next.

‘’Give me your locker number and I’ll take care of it.’’

Jens shook his head. ‘‘I can’t ask you to do that-’’

‘’I’m offering.’’

As much as he didn't want Lucas to do this for him and risk himself, Jens had no other choice. If he went to his own locker to get rid of the drugs, he would fail to not look suspicious. He was already freaking out as it was, there was no way he'd succeed smoothly.

Why was Lucas offering him his help though? Why did he come to him to warn him about the cops raiding the school? Jens didn't understand.

Jens nodded, giving Lucas his locker number as a last resort.

Friday, February 28th

Michiel. Jens had completely forgot about him. With everything that happened this past week, Michiel and the pusher job had slipped out of his mind. Michiel, on the other hand, hadn’t forgotten about him.

Jens was on the bus ride home when he felt his phone buzz in his jacket’s pocket. He pulled it out, assuming it was Robbe asking when he was coming over, but it wasn’t his best friend.

Michiel: Haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. Where’s my cash?

Shit. Jens’ eyes widen, staring at the message. What was he going to do?

Lucas had flushed everything down the toilet yesterday and there was nothing left. Not even a couple pills. Jens still had some money at home from what he sold since his last visit to Michiel’s, but the rest had been swallowed by his school’s toilet and he had no way of getting it back. They must be all dissolved by now.

As the cops were raiding the school, getting rid of the pills sounded like the best idea, but didn’t he think of the consequences it would bring.

Telling Michiel wasn’t an option. He trusted him and if Jens told him he almost got busted at school, Michiel will end their business. There must’ve been over 100€ worth of narcotics in that bag, there’s no way Michiel won’t notice the missing money.

Jens’ backpack was packed, resting at the foot of the bed, ready to take and go when Robbe will get back from Sander’s. Although they said it was a best friends only weekend, Jens told Robbe it was okay if he went to his boyfriend’s for a couple hours. After all, a couple hours won’t change anything to their plan.

To kill time, Jens had turned on his laptop and started filling in descriptions and putting up pictures for everything he wanted to sell. He didn't have much to sell, just some video games he didn’t play anymore, a pair of rollerblades he never wore and more, but there was no other solution. He had to pay for the pills Lucas threw away.

Hopefully, people will buy his stuff.

There was a knock on his door and the handle jiggled, slowly opening.

‘’Lotte, Mom told you to go to bed two times alread-’’ Jens interrupted himself, his breath catching as he saw Lucas standing in his doorway instead of his sister. ‘’Luc?’’

He put his laptop aside and stood, his feet taking him to the Dutch boy embarrassingly fast. Standing in front of Lucas, Jens just stared at him, suddenly not knowing what to do, getting flashbacks from that first time he picked up Lucas from the train station.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought it was your mom’s weekend?’’ he asked, surprised to see him.

Lucas shook his head. ‘‘I called her from the train station. I told her a boy I really liked needed me,’’ he explained. Lucas’ eyes were soft when he looked up, blue irises meeting Jens’ brown ones, the bags under them not going unnoticed.

A flush of pink spread on Jens’ cheeks and he looked away. Lucas still liked him. Hearing this confirmation made Jens' heart swell and gave him a sliver of hope for them. Maybe he hadn't lost Lucas completely.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

Jens frowned, looking up at Lucas confusedly. ‘’What are you apologizing for? I’m the one who fucked up.’’

‘’And I’m the one who left when you needed me most. I broke my promise to you. I said I’d be there for you, yet I ran away.’’ The brunet reached for Jens’ hands, taking them into his own. ‘'I'm sorry, Jens. I made a mistake and it took me time away to realize it.''

‘’I was in the wrong too. I shouldn’t have taken those pills in the first place. I didn’t lie when I said I was just selling them. It was the truth, but two days later, I found myself desperate enough to reach into the bag and take one.‘’

Lucas shuddered, getting uncomfortable with their current subject. ‘’I know you’re probably thinking I overreacted, but Xanax is a big deal to me and not without a reason.’’ He paused, taking a deep breath, about to unveil a dark secret. ‘’Before my mom was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, they misdiagnosed her. The psychiatrist said Schizophrenia is tricky to diagnose fully and they often don’t get it right the first time. They gave her a bunch of new pills to try out and one of them was Xanax. She quickly got addicted and it sent her to the hospital. We...I almost lost her.’’

After all those times Lucas expressed his opposition and fear regarding Xanaxs, it didn’t cross Jens’ mind that there might have been a deeper reason than what you see in headlines. That something traumatizing might’ve happened to Lucas or a close one. Jens felt dumb now. If he had known, he wouldn’t have tried it. He never meant to freak Lucas out.

‘’When I saw you taking one, I panicked. I saw flashbacks before my eyes and I was scared that I would have to go through this again, that it would happen to you. So, I ran away and pushed you away instead of helping you and being there for you. I thought I was doing the right thing and that staying away and cutting ties with you would spare me from going through this again, but I realized that leaving you might cause more damage. I was raised and taught to support my loved ones through their struggles and I let you down.’’

His hands had begun to shake into Jens’, scary flashbacks and emotions clouding his mind, voice faltering. Seeing Lucas’ reaction, Jens pulled him into his arms, holding him close. In response, Lucas tightened his arms around Jens, pushing his face in his chest. His hold was a bit too tight, forcing Jens to draw shorter breaths, but he didn’t say anything. He let Lucas take the comfort he needed.

‘’It’s over. I’m not taking them anymore. After losing you, I realized it wasn’t worth it.’’

While it made Lucas happy that Jens was no longer taking Xanax - or any kind of benzodiazepines -, stopping for someone else wasn’t the correct way to recover, it was a recipe for relapses.

He pulled back and looked up at Jens. ‘’You can’t do it for me; you have to do it for yourself. You have to want to get better for yourself, not someone else. Otherwise, it won’t work.’’

‘’I know.’’ Jens ran his hand through Lucas’ curls, brushing away his fringe from his eyes. ‘’But losing you is what made me realize that taking those pills wasn’t worth it. It’s the truth, Luc. Whether you believe it or not. They don’t make my life better the same way you do. They don’t make me feel as good as you do. Nothing does. I would be a fucking idiot to chose them over you.’’

Lucas was looking back at him as he listened, reading the honesty in Jens’s eyes as his own heart was filling with warmth. A small smile tugged on his lips. Lucas knew he shouldn't accept it and that it wasn't healthy to be someone's anchor - not like that -, but hearing that Jens wanted to recover because of him and not for him was different. It changed everything.

‘’Do you want to stay the night?’’ Jens offered as they broke from the kiss, not ready to leave Lucas again. He was still wearing his jacket and Jens wanted nothing more than to tug it off his shoulders and take him to bed to cuddle.

''Are your parents okay with this?'' He had never slept over and didn’t break a rule or get on Jens’ parents’ bad side for sleeping over.

Jens almost rolled his eyes, settling for a small snort instead. ''My mom is rooting for you, I doubt she'd say no.''

A smug grin spread on Lucas’s lips. ‘’I'll stay, then. I came here straight from the train station so I have my bag with me.’’ Lucas motioned to his backpack by the door where he dropped it when he arrived, tired of carrying its weight around.

‘’Does that mean you’ll stay for the whole weekend?’’

‘’We’ll see.’’

An hour later he got a text from Robbe, saying he was on his way. Shit. Jens had completely forgotten about their best friends weekend. He had otehr things on his mind since Lucas showed up.

Turning back to look at the boy in his bed, he smiled and gave him a light kiss on the head.

Jens pulled up the camera app, sending Robbe a quick picture of a sleeping Lucas as explanation, his face barely visible in the darkness of Jens’ room. Seconds later, Robbe wished them a good night and Jens put his phone away.

‘’I love you,’’ Jens whispered, watching Lucas’ relaxed, sleeping face, so grateful and blessed for having him back.

Eyes closed, Lucas smiled and kissed Jens’ bare chest, making the latter still, realizing Lucas wasn't asleep. ‘’I love you too.’’

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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 3 - Nemesis

I woke up at the next morning, still entangled in the arms of a pair of jocks. One was my boyfriend Mike and the other was my friend-slave Gary.

Both were my slaves, actually. And thinking about that wasn’t helping my morning wood.

And as much as I would have liked to get up and take care of it, I couldn’t. “C’mon guys, I want to get up” I said out loud, trying to wake them up.

They both groaned, but moved away from me.

I got up from the bed and tidied my pajamas. No classes today, great. I would just enjoy a good breakfast, play some video games, I could plan out my next moves on the sports club matter (I liked having stuff planed before getting to action)

I checked out my phone as I went to the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

‘Seems like it’s going to be a nice and relaxing day for the jock master’ I thought.

I was sort of afraid after yesterday, too. I think I gave Leo an awful time together, and I’m sure I would see the consequences sooner or later.

He seemed like a very… explosive guy. The kind of guy you act friendly with at school, because you’re afraid he might ruin your life if you don’t. And you can say I’m actually used to that.

I heard a yawn as I prepared some coffee. A pair of hands grabbed my shoulders “Morning, bro” then kissed my cheek. I turned to him and returned the kiss. Nice way to start the morning.

Mike pulled back from the kiss. “Your guest is still at our bed” He said, with a bit of disgust at the ‘guest’ part. “You had to see me, I was like a ninja getting up without waking him up” He made the mimics of a few ninja movements before laughing at himself.

Coffee was ready. I served a pair of mugs and handed him one. He gave me another kiss and mumbled a “Thanks babe” then sat on the counter.

I gave a good, long sip to my coffee. I liked how it felt, drinking coffee at the morning. It was like I suddenly got a great zap of energy out of nowhere.

We stared at each other for a bit, as we enjoyed our quick breakfast. I was tempted to use my powers to have a bit of fun with sexy Mikey, but he had classes and I had things to do.

Mike had the same idea, apparently. Because he left his mug and walked behind me, grabbing my shoulders again. But, this time he started pressing a bit, like trying to do a massage. “Y’know, I could skip my classes if you want, bro…”

He gave me a little smooch on the cheek “Just say the magic words and I’ll stick around for as long as you want”

Convincing, but not a fan of skipping classes. “Well tried, but you know what I think about not going to classes”

“Yeah bro, gotta do as master Pine says” Gary said, with a bit of a mocking tone. He entered the kitchen, shirtless. I didn’t notice him before, and I could tell Mike didn’t notice him either.

“Thanks, bro” Mike said to him, in a very unfriendly tone “I didn’t realize how our lives work, bro. Even when I’ve been living with my boyfriend for so long now”

I wanted to giggle, felt good to hear that. But I didn’t want to start a fight between the pair. If things get aggressive, I’ll just calm them down myself.

Benefits of being able to control their minds.

And things were just as I expected them to go after Mike said that.

“What?” Gary said, frowning at his ex-teammate “You going aggro on me, bro?”

Mike walked around me and towards Gary while clenching his fists, as the latter did the same thing as he walked towards Mike. Both guys seemed pretty pissed, might as well step now.

“Enough!” I said. Both guys looked at me. Great, I had their attention. “I don’t care about your little feud, but you both have stuff to do. Now,” and putting some power on my voice, I started “Mike, get ready for your classes. Gary, put on a shirt on and let’s get going”

“…Yes, bro” The pair of jocks said, sounding defeated. They headed out of the kitchen and I went back to enjoying my coffee.

I know that this was my free day, but I had to get going with the coach recruitment, otherwise I would get lazy about it.

Geez, being a mind controller turned out to be a bit more stressful than I expected. Just kidding, I love it.

Mike got dressed and came to give me a goodbye kiss before he left. I would probably see him again when I get back from searching for today’s coach.

Gary did as I said too, putting on a green tee from his bag and sitting on the couch. “Where are we going, bro?”

Oh right, I haven’t told him yet about my plan. I thought about it yesterday, but I wasn’t sure and wanted to plan it a bit more.

Unlucky me, I wouldn’t be able to plan it out either.

Someone knocked the door. I was kind of surprised, we barely get visits besides Mike’s friends, Stacy and Aiden. But they wouldn’t come without telling us first.

I went to open and found Leo on the doorway. Today he was wearing a blue jacket, with a black tee underneath, and some light blue jeans.

“Hey man, ready to start the day?” He asked, pretty energized.

I was really confused. What was he doing here? I mean, I get we are the only two mind controllers we know about, but it doesn’t mean we should stick around at all times, right?

“What?” I managed to ask, moving aside so he could enter.

“Sorry, I’m just excited to hang out with another guy like me. Don’t you have any plan besides your football team thing? Enslaving more people? More teams?”

I started to wonder if he had second intentions by asking all that stuff. I guess I’ll have to be careful, just in case.

“Uhm… Yeah, I wanted to save the sports club I go workout by getting a few coach slaves to work there. On my way to get a coach today”

His expression was a mix with confusion and disappointment. “Save a sports club? I mean, you do you but… It’s that really what you’d like to do with your powers?”

“Help others? What’s wrong with that?” Besides, I do get some nice and handsome slaves in exchange, so it’s not like I’m giving away my time… but I do think that the good action comes first.

I managed to get most of my football players who graduated from college last year into the NFL after they trained like beasts and won the championship. I was proud of them, and myself.

But, Leo didn’t seem surprised. Rather like he expected me to just take the guys and empty their brains.

“I mean, don’t judge me wrong. I’m quite impressed you haven’t gone mad with power like I’ve did at my first years. Uh… Do you mind if I stick around to you? I’m interested to see more of your work. If you don’t mind, of course. I wouldn’t like to make you uncomfortable”

He was trying to understand my way of thinking, nice. It was cool coming from him, I’m glad he’s not this evil overlord who would like to end me to be the ‘only mind controller alive’ or something like that. And maybe I could ask him more about himself.

“It’s okay, I won’t mind. And you can even give me some tips!” He could help me a bit, since he was older than me.

“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll have so much fun together, man!” He offered his hand for a shake, and I shook it.

Gary came out of the bathroom then, dressed in a flannel shirt with a tank top underneath and some jeans. He seemed surprised to see the other mind controller again so soon.

“Uh… what’s going on?” My former classmate asked. I could notice the confusion on his voice.

I turned to him and said “Change of plans. Leo’s coming with us!”.

I still suspected the other guy would be out to get my friend-slaves, but if that turned out to be the case, I wouldn’t hesitate in starting a war of mind controllers.

…That sounded way better on my head, and he was older than me. But I may have tricks up my sleeve!

Gary just nodded and mumbled a “Oh, cool” Before going back to grabbing his stuff.

He probably wanted to avoid being on the same room as Leo, after almost going under yesterday. I should ask him about it later, or via the mind link to talk normally without being afraid of Leo hearing us.

This was a big game changer. I won’t lie, I’m afraid of this whole ordeal. But he didn’t give me reasons to not trust him yet, so I could be friendly with him.

After Gary was ready, the three of us went to the street. I wondered if Leo was living nearby, since he arrived really quickly. He was really excited yesterday, so I don’t think he’ll be off our butts for a while.

“I parked on the building’s parking lot, let me go get my car” Gary told me, before Leo put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“No need! I’ll drive today, guys!” The guy said, as he pulled out his car keys and walked away. We decided to follow him, then Leo entered in a convertible.

A blue, almost new and nice-looking car.

“Woah dude, this is your car?!” Garrett said, surprised. I didn’t know much about cars to be surprised about it, but it seemed pretty expensive.

After yesterday’s chat, I wondered if he bought it or used his mind control powers to get it.

He probably had a reliable source of money by now, though. He told me he got his powers at senior year too, but he seemed almost 30. That’s a lot of time since he got them.

“Impressed? C’mon in and tell me where to go, dudes” Said the older guy. We did as told and got in.

Needless to say, I already had an idea for today’s catch. A swimming coach I’ve heard from my college team.

The guys told me he’s a great coach, but that he refused the faculty’s offer to work with our team. He had “better opportunities” apparently. And well, that’s going to change.

From what I’ve seen on his social media (I feel like a creep after saying that), he was going to be at the public pool today. The plan was to go, tell him about the sports club, then use my powers because there was no way he was going to help me normally.

I liked to think it was for a better cause. The sports club was really a nice ambient, full of friendly people I didn’t want to interact with because of my social anxiety.

And… having a bunch of sexy coach slaves helping me set it back on track would be amazing, honestly.

I told Leo the direction we were going today, and he got to drive. I decided to ask him a bit more about himself on the way to the pool.

“May I ask you something?” a bit too formal, he even chuckled at me.

But, he gave me a nod and said “Go ahead, mate”.

I tried to think the ones that called the most of my curiosity, and asked “I guess we don’t have the same powers, because… what was that thing with your eyes you tried to do yesterday, with Gary?”

He slowed down the car, probably to focus on the conversation. “Uh, you don’t have it? I could show you later, but it’s actually pretty useful. As you may know, people can’t resist our speech mind control. But I can help them go under a relaxed state just by staring straight in their eyes.” He looked at Gary for a bit, who was too concentrated on watching the buildings as we passed by. “Didn’t work on your guy for some reason”

“Do you know why is that?”

He smiled “I was hoping you could answer that. Maybe you have some other power that I don’t?”

I noticed we were about to arrive, so I said “I may be able to show you in a bit”

He laughed “Low blow, man!”

He parked in front of the building.

It seemed like a simple place, for a guy like Chris Wright at least. The guy was known for being kind of a jerk on social media, but he was still pretty hot and that gave him free way to act like a jerk and be very well-known.

Besides, he wasn’t going to remain as a jerk for too long, anyway.

The outside of the building looked like a simple blue wall with some glass doors, and no windows. After we got out of the car, Gary offered me his arm, like some kind of gentleman.

I crossed mine with his, like some kind of couple. Benefits of an open relationship, I didn’t feel bad about being really close to Gary.

Leo whistled behind us. “You two look good together”

I blushed a bit, and Gary smiled. He was clearly enjoying it. Reminded me of the first year with powers. Gary being with me almost every time I enslaved a new guy.

My fellow mind controller caught up with us and we entered together to the building.

A nice reception waited for us inside, as there was a girl near my age –probably older, actually- doing some paperwork on her desk. She was dressed in a bath suit, like she was ready to stop doing her paperwork and just jump to the pool, which seemed to be on the other room.

“Hi!” The girl said, as she noticed the three of us looking around the place. “I haven’t seen you around, new here? Let me prepare some registration forms for you, guys!”

I was about to answer, asking if we needed to pay a fee to enter to the pool or fill up a basic membership formulary.

Leo put a hand in my way and started speaking instead of me, and if he did that again I would bite his hand.

“We’re already members. You’ve seen us a lot of times before” He started, doing his eye fixation thing on her. “You want to tell us where Chris Wright is”

Alright, if that’s how I look when using my verbal mind control, I feel very embarrassed.

I could tell he was using his powers, I felt the commanding tone of his voice, compelling. It didn’t affect me, I just felt it.

Gary shook my shoulders a bit, trying to ease me. He was nervous too.

He was the first one to find out about another mind controller, and feel the power of his words without it even affecting him.

The girl’s eyes glazed over, as she mumbled in a monotone voice “Back at the pool… He arrived an hour ago…”

Since Leo interrupted me first, I decided it would be fair for me to do the same thing. As he was about to speak again, I started to talk over him.

“Thanks so much. Once I snap my fingers, you will wake up feeling amazing, and… are you a student? You seem my age” She nodded slowly, still in a dazed state “Great, you will also find studying really easy. Like, you will get into a really focused state when you want to study, understood?”

She nodded again. I smiled and snapped my fingers in front of her. Emotion returned to her face as she snapped out of the mind control.

I turned to Leo, frowning. “That’s how it’s done, not randomly mind controlling people just because you can”

“That’s so kind of you” He said in a sarcastic tone. “Funny actually, since you want to enslave this guy to complete this plan who won’t really benefit anyone-”

“You can go, if you don’t want to stay. I mean it.” I didn’t want to act like an asshole, but if he was going to stay around only to complain, then I preferred being alone with Gary.

I quickly thought again about what just happened and said “Sorry, I didn’t intend to sound so-“

“It’s… alright! It’s nice to see you’re not a fairytale guy” What the hell? “It’s cool, nice to see someone shutting me up for once. You know, people is always ‘yes master’, ‘I will do what you say’ and stuff like that around me, since I got my powers. You forget about real human reactions when you can bend anyone to your will, man”

He shrugged, then changed the topic “But anyway, let’s move to the pool. I may be able to show you more tricks, if you want”

I had a bottle of special mix at my bag, so this should be easy. Just tell the guy to drink the thing, reprogram him a little once the mind link is settled, then go back home and enjoy the rest of my free day.

We went further inside, passing through the almost empty locker room. I thought it would be good to change into swimming shorts, but Leo had other plans.

He crossed the locker room pretty fast, as Gary and I tried to caught up to him. Was he excited for something?

As we went into the pool area, I noticed it wasn’t as crowded as I expected. The day was somewhat cold, so that could explain it.

I looked around, and saw Leo walking towards our objective. Chris Wright.

The man had tanned skin, and blonde hair. It was somewhat hidden by his swim cap, though. He was only wearing some blue swimming trunks, and had a plastic whistle hanging from a cord around his neck.

His body was pretty athletic. Not as built as coach Peter’s, but that guy was like a bodybuilder. Chris, meanwhile, had broad shoulders and very defined abs. His pectorals were pretty nice too.

He was taller than me, but sort of the same height as Leo.

Speaking of which, was getting closer to the objective!

“Gary, stay here. Alright?” I told him at the entrance of the pool area.

“Yeah, bro!” He said moving aside the door and looking around at the big place. I liked this guy, he’s nice to have around.

But anyway, I started walking towards Chris and Leo, who seemed to be in a conversation already.

“-I’ll make it pretty fast alright? Just stand there and don’t move” Leo said to the swimmer, who seemed to be done with his shit already, but he had to obey.

“What the hell are… you…” Chris started to say, but he quickly nodded and did as he was told.

Chris’ arms dropped to his side when his eyes’ glazed over, and then he froze in place.

“What are you doing? There’s people in here and I just had to give him the drink” I said. This guy was starting to get annoying.

“Relax. Just showing you another trick.” He explained “We already did the eye fixation part you saw yesterday, and now I have a kind of… link, with his mind. It’s not permanent, but he’s my dancing puppet for as long as it lasts”

Wait… his mind links aren’t permanent?

That wouldn’t make much of a difference though, since once the subject is reprogrammed, he would do whatever Leo told them to do, and think it was their own wish to do that.

Honestly, having permanent mind links was cooler. But that’s just my opinion.

“The guy is a dick. Was about to ignore me until I grabbed him by the shoulder” My fellow mind controller said “But anyway, I’ll teach you one of my favorite methods of enslavement, pay attention”

I wanted to stop him, but another part of me was really curious. It was REALLY easy to do, just giving him the bottle and set the mind link with me.

But… if his powers didn’t work on Gary, I kind of assumed it was because of my mind link with him. Leo settled a temporary mind link with this guy already, and I think my powers wouldn’t work until his mind link has faded.

“Alright, go ahead” I answered, and folded my arms.

He clapped his hands, before looking back at the dazed man in front of us. The few other guys at the pool paid no attention to us, surprisingly.

But if anything happened, a quick memory wipe of the last ten minutes would do the trick, right?

I shifted my attention to Leo, as I noticed he started speaking again.

“Now” Leo said to Chris, as he reached out to him and started to feel up the athlete’s body “Feel my hands melting down your personality and pride, turning it into mindless obedience. Just feel your free will turn into putty in my hands as I take hold of you completely…”

The coach just nodded, his blank face staring straight at him.

I was hoping Leo made a backup of his main personality with his temporary mind link, just basic safety stuff.

I looked back at Gary, who was staring at us. He gave me a thumbs up and winked. It made me smile, hah.

The others guys were pretty much ignoring us at this point. There was no way they wouldn’t notice a pair of weirdos, one feeling up a mind controlled well-known swimming coach, and the other just standing beside them like nothing weird was happening.

Chris’ mouth went slack, and a bit of drool started to drip from it.

My anxiety got the best of me, and I asked Leo as he kept massaging the coach’s biceps.

“Did you… Did you make a backup personality of him?”

“Excuse me?” He asked. Fuck, don’t tell me that he didn’t do that.

“A backup personality. Like, push his main self to the back of his mind before toying around with him.”

“Never did that before”

I stared at him, feeling my stomach heavier with each second. I frowned at his careless attitude. “Are you serious? Please tell me you’re joking”

He shook his head, as if not knowing what was I talking about. He also stopped his little induction thingie and took a step back from the guy, looking a bit preoccupied.

“It’s not so bad… I mean,” He looked at the enslaved guy “Hey. Flex for us”

Chris did that, flexing both of his arms. Leo smiled “See? Now Chris, jump back to the pool”

But the swimmer didn’t move at all.

“Chris?” Repeated Leo, before moving his hand in front of his face “Remember who you are?”

The now mindless Chris shook his head, the drip of saliva moving with his head and it was a bit disgusting.

Leo mumbled “Uh oh, I hate when this happens” as I was almost going to freak out.

“Alright, let’s not panic.” I said, grabbing my head with my hands, a bit in despair.

‘The golden rule, the golden rule, the golden rule’ was the only thing I could think about. “You, break your mind link with him as I go get his registration form”

Leo remained silent and nodded, getting in front of the mindless coach as I went towards the pool’s entrance. I assumed he wanted to make up for his mistake and see how I tried to fix it.

“Is everything alright, bro?” Gary asked me as I passed by pretty quickly, and followed me back at the reception.

“Yeah- Kind of- Not at all” I mumbled. I walked up to the receptionist girl from before, and with power on my words I said “Quick, give me Chris Wright’s registration form”

Her eyes glazed over again. I know I just said a few minutes ago that we shouldn’t use our powers to mind control innocent people randomly.

But this was an emergency!

She went to the lower part of the desk and checked a file cabinet. A few seconds later, the registration form was in my hands.

I snapped her out of the trance before going again into the pool area.

I wondered how someone like Leo could be so irresponsible, wasn’t he older than me?! He had way more experience than I had with the mind control powers!

Unless… This was his modus operandi.

He didn’t have a golden rule, like I had. Maybe he just used people like puppets for his fun?

No, that can’t be right.

…I’ll ask him later; it may actually make sense. When things calm down, of course. My anxiety levels were going higher with each second, and I just cared about helping Chris.

I walked up to the pair, with Gary following me this time.

“Done” Leo said “No more mind link with the guy. What are you going to do with that?”

“What do you think? Making up a new personality” I opened the file and said out loud “Okay, can you hear me?” I said to the coach, and he nodded. If I used names, he wouldn’t recognize the commands, I had to return him his identity first.

“Good. Repeat after me: Your name is Christopher Andrew Wright”

“Name is… Christopher Andrew Wright…” He repeated.

“You are a well-known swimmer, who also coaches Seaside College’s swimming team”

“I’m a well-known swimmer… I coach Seaside College’s… swimming team…”

This was working. Perfect.

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I remained silent during the whole trip back to my place.

Leo sometimes said stuff, but I think he got the message and stopped trying to chat after a while.

Needless to say, I was angry. Mostly at Leo, of course. I would calm down after a while, probably in a few days we’ll just laugh about this, right?

He broke the golden rule. On his defense, he might not know that it existed at all. I don’t know how he used his powers usually, or if he cared at all about the consequences they may have on mind control victims’ lives.

‘Don’t fuck up anyone’s lives’

I did manage to return the swimmer’s memories and personality back to him. Even the being a dick part. It’s what he was, after all. We toyed a lot with him for today.

I gave him the special mix, after he was up and going, and just gave him my number after that.

I would continue with the ‘reprogramming’ by myself, without any extra charades.

Gary was just sitting on the back seat. Silent, like some child who misbehaved.

Truth is, he’s the only one from the trio who didn’t do anything wrong today.

We got off Leo’s car, as he said “Sorry for today. It wasn’t my intention… but yeah, call me later, man”

His British accent was still a bit funny, to be honest.

I waved a goodbye to Leo as he drove away.

“I think he’s nice, bro. I liked to see you both in action like some kind of dynamic duet” Gary said, as he waved at the guy “Reminds me of you and I”

I chuckled “Let’s not talk about what happened. Please, let’s just not”.

Gary nodded, and walked into the building. We took the stairs up to my place. I decided to leave the topic there, I wasn’t feeling good.

Mike was at the couch, and he smiled when he saw me “Evening, bro. How was work today?” Until he noticed Gary was still with me.

He just gave him a nod but Gary played dumb and looked away. God, they’re childish. I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted to know what was this all about.

“Alright, you two on the couch. We’re having a therapy session hosted by everyone’s favorite master” They looked puzzled “It’s not that difficult, I’m talking about me- But alright, c’mon!”

I grabbed Gary by his arm and we walked together to the couch. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of the couch, that way I would have a good look at both guys as I helped them overcome this.

Although, I didn’t have the energy nor the mindset to deal with them today.

“Why do you want us to do… couple therapy?” Mike asked, he was as confused as Gary was.

“Because, I can’t just stand here watching my boyfriend and my friend about to beat each other up every time you both are in the same room. So, we’re going to talk about it, right now”

‘And I want to do something right today, just one thing!’

I sat in front of them. “Alright, who wants to start?”

The pair remained silent, and rolled their eyes. They were more similar than I expected, now that I noticed it. In personality, I mean. And their fucking man pride.

“I choose, okay. Mike, why don’t you start with what do you dislike about Gary?” I said. “And remember, I want you both to be completely sincere right now”

My quarterback’s eyes glazed over for a second, before he sighed and looked at me. “It’s because of all the high school stuff, bro. He dedicated himself to make you suffer just for the sake of it and never stopped until after you’ve got your powers.”

He seemed a bit… anxious. “It’s okay that you forgave him, that was your call. But I don’t like people who used to bully my friends, I guess”

I nodded “Well, as nice as that is for our friendship, I don’t think it’s healthy for you to hold grudges after an incident that happened over two years ago”

‘Especially since you weren’t the one who suffered from it, but let’s skip that little detail’ I thought. My anxiety was making me think pretty rough stuff, apparently.

I’ve already forgave both guys, and I was happy with how everything turned out. It was time for them to move on, I guess.

But first, got to hear Gary’s reason.

I looked at my previous bully, waiting for him to speak.

He scratched the back of his head, as he nervously looked to the floor “I… I actually don’t have a problem with you, bro. I thought we were making a fun, romantic rivalry for…” He motioned at me with his hand. “Like, I saw you as my rival, but that’s all. I don’t have anything else to tell”

I blushed, of course. And he continued “But, since that doesn’t seem to be the case… I’m not intending to stand here as I’m being shit talked by some mediocre quarterback” Ouch.

Before things got any more heated up, I spoke up. “Alright. You two are going to make up and forgive each other, understood? You are bros, make out and be friendly to each… other…”

Did I… Did I really say ‘make out’ instead of ‘make up’?

Fuck, I hope they didn’t notice.

Mike and Gary smiled at each other, then slapped hands. “All good, bro?” asked the latter.

My boyfriend nodded “All good, bro”. Everything good so far.

It was nice seeing the pair together, and not wanting to kill each other anymore.

Mike smiled at Gary, who returned the smile, before they leaned in and started making out. I covered my mouth with my hands, a bit embarrassed with my little mistake, but nothing serious at all.

I was glad they weren’t fighting anymore, though. And this little moment was a nice distraction from what happened today.

Sadly, their bromance would have to wait for another visit. Gary had to go back to his college now, or else he would be off the team. He took many risks by skipping some of his football practices and classes.

The rest of my day was just laying around on the couch, staring at my phone. Or being in bed and watching a lot of TV. I honestly didn’t want to do anything. I was just too focused on my thoughts.

I had to ask Leo about that, the golden rule thing. I was scared that he may not have it, and if I made him angry enough, he would go in a rampage against me.

“Hey…” Mike came up to me after a while of watching me mourning myself. “Something’s wrong, what is it?”

I looked at the big guy as he laid in bed beside me, hugging me.

“You promise you won’t get mad?”

“Even if I wanted to, I love you too much to ensure I won’t be mad at you” He smiled, and gave me a smooch on the cheek. “C’mon bro. Spill the beans”

I sighed “We kind of fucked up today.” He raised an eyebrow “Leo came with us and… completely erased the coach I wanted to get for the sports club”

Mike opened his eyes in surprise, but before he could talk, I said “But I did restore him back to normal! Used his registration form as reference and restored his previous personality and memories with the help of that, and some knowledge from his social media”

He remained silent, and pulled me in to cuddle together. “Well… You did fix it. And you’re telling me that Leo is the one who did things wrong, not you”

He kissed me again “C’mon bro, you don’t have to blame yourself, you’re the one who fixed him, not the one who ‘broke’ him. It’s still amazing that you’re trying to help out with your powers. Take the guy as an example about what you shouldn’t do, a’ight?”

Another kiss, I felt kind of better now. He was right, it wasn’t my fault at all. I felt even better after recognizing i’m the one who helped fix the mess he causes.

“Thanks Mike” I mumbled, laying my head on his chest. I loved this guy.

“Anytime, babe. Anytime.”

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aliveanddrunkonsunlight · 5 years

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Prompt: Brienne is a guitarist in a tribute band that has a viral video. Jaime, the guitarist in the "real" band, sees the video and goes to one of their shows.

Sapphire Blue Guitar

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Notes: Inspired by Liz Phair, Kim Gordon, and the Fender sapphire blue electric guitar. @bussdowntarthiana i hope you like it!

“100,000!” she hears Sansa announce.

Brienne is still half asleep, but slowly rises upon hearing her friend’s announcement. By the time her feet hit the floor and she staggers out to the living room, she sees her other roommates and bandmates, Asha and Ygritte, shuffling around the kitchen, looking like they are dealing with the same emotional hangover. (Ygritte might be suffering from an actual hangover. She was knocking back shots last night.) They all grab at the coffees Sansa has brought, made to everyone’s order, and demolish the box of donuts.

“Did you save one for Margaery?” Sansa calls. Ygritte, Asha, and Brienne exchange wide-eyed, guilty looks, and burst into laughter. Asha puts back a chocolate one for Marg.

“What’s the count at now?” Asha asks as they join Sansa in the living room, flopping down on couches, balancing coffee cups, and licking their fingers clean of powdered sugar or icing from the donuts.

“105,000.” The three of them nod, trying not to get too excited. Brienne knows it’s the most hits they’ve ever had. Maybe they would finally start booking more gigs at places other than Qyburn’s Goat.

The set last night was amazing. She wasn’t sure if it was the energy of the crowd or what, but the songs were tight. They stopped worrying about the mechanics and simply let go and had fun.

Perhaps too much fun, judging from the half naked man trying to sneak out of the house right now. Asha lets out a cheer, Sansa turns beet red, and Ygritte waves it off. “Aw, that’s just Jon.” She beckons him over and tips her head over the back of the couch to give him a kiss.

“Ugh,” Sansa moans, hiding her face in a pillow. “That’s my brother.”

“I’ll call you later,” he promises. “Great show, ladies.” He smiles at their group before heading out the door.

“Great show, ladies,” Asha repeats in a mocking, derisive tone, until Ygritte nudges her in the shoulder.

“Do we want to have our decompression sesh now?” Brienne asks, stifling a yawn. She’s half wondering if the number of hits on their video has anything to do with their song choice.

“Margaery’s not even awake yet. Can’t start a band meeting without our lead singer.”

The four of them met in college due to their love of the rock band, The Kingslayers. One night at karaoke, when they found out Margaery could actually sing, they decided to form their own group. “A kind of gender reversal thing” as Asha had coined it, The Queenslayers. They started out messing around by playing a couple songs at a student talent show, but the response was so great, they kept it up, and started doing more and more covers of their favorite Kingslayers songs. By graduation, they were a full blown tribute band with regular gigs.

They all had other jobs, but the whole thing, which started out as a college joke, felt like it was snowballing into something serious these last few months. The Kingslayers, who had stopped recording and touring years before, announced they were doing a new album and accompanying comeback tour. Due to The Kingslayers’ return, more people seemed to have gotten wind of their little band, and more and more people were showing up to their sets.

Sansa was social media obsessed and had been friends with Brienne for years, so it made sense to bring her into the fold, and she had nearly doubled their hits in the past few months.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, looking at her phone now. “We’re at 250,000. That’s…impossible. When did I check last?”

Asha’s eyes widened. “Not that long ago! Before Jon strolled through.”

Chaos erupts in their living room. “Don’t remind me!” Sansa declares, as Ygritte is grabbing for her phone, and nearly knocks over Asha’s coffee before Brienne swoops it up, saving their living room floor from another disaster.

She glaces up to see Margaery smiling as she comes in, looking perfectly put together as always in an emerald green silk robe, a hint of lacy lingerie peeking out as the robe falls off one shoulder. “What’s going on?” she asks innocently.

“One of our songs from last night has a bunch of hits. Show her, Sansa,” Asha prompts. She hands her phone to Margaery, her fingers trembling a little. Sansa’s cheeks flush before she turns to look at Brienne, who gives her friend a reassuring smile.

“Well, that is exciting.”

“Tyrion.” He shook his brother awake from where he was passed out on Jaime’s living room couch after a particularly fierce night out.

“Wha-gog?”

Jaime shoves his phone into his brother’s hand. “Just watch this. Addam sent it to me.” He crosses into the kitchen in his giant loft apartment. As he makes coffee, he can hear the tinny strains of the song through the phone’s speakers and hums along under his breath. It finally gets to the part Jaime has been waiting for, the guitar solo. He watched it about five times this morning. The shock of blonde hair falling in her face, the way her fingers fly faster and better than his own. His guitar skills haven’t been the same since the accident.

“Damn,” Tyrion grunts when Jaime returns and sets a steaming mug in front of him. “They’re good.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “She is. The guitarist. Their singer could be better and their drummer is shit, but she…” he taps his fingers on the phone over the woman paused mid-solo. “…she’s the key to all of it.”

“Maybe I should hire her for the tour, then,” Tyrion snarks. Squinting, his brother watches the video again. “Gods, they’re young,” he breathes.

“They’re not. We’re just old. Old and washed up,” Jaime tosses over his shoulder as he heads back into the kitchen to make them breakfast.

“Speak for yourself!”

The past few days have been insane. The video reached two million views (and counting), the local news contacted them for an interview on their morning show, other media outlets have been bugging them for comment, and they still have their regular gig at Qyburn’s on Saturday. Sansa spends most of the week freaking out about whether or not they could be sued by The Kingslayers’ legal team, but the day before their show, she receives a very brief, but nice email from Tyrion Lannister, the band’s manager (and brother to their lead guitarist.) “Saw this. Rock on, girls!”

“Girls,” Asha sneers.

“It’s nice,” Brienne replies. “Like he’s giving us his blessing.” She feels a bit uncertain about all the attention and prefers to concentrate on their upcoming show. Their house seems to have fallen into constant bickering about what their future might hold, so Brienne holes up in her room, fooling around with half-written songs. It’s her father’s old guitar, not the sleek blue electric Fender she uses at gigs, the one which matches her eyes. It’s taken her a number of years, but she’s written a few songs, and she only hopes that one day she’ll get to play them.

Qyburn’s is packed. No, packed doesn’t even cover it. It’s teeming. They arrive a few hours early to have time for a sound check and there’s already a line around the block. “Holy shit,” Asha intones.

Nerves begin to prick at Brienne’s stomach. Sansa steers the car as close to the door as possible. Margaery is following behind in a separate car with Ygritte’s drum set.

After their sound check, she bums around in her old Kingslayers’ t-shirt and jeans for a bit until they all start getting ready. Brienne doesn’t usually put much thought into what she is going to wear for shows, but tonight she put together what feels like an appropriate outfit. She changes into a well-worn striped black and white t-shirt, ripped black tights, and a pair of men’s maroon shorts over the tights. She prefers jeans, but they get hot during shows, and Margaery is always telling Brienne her best feature is her legs.

During sound check, she noticed her hands were twitchy, almost little muscle tremors. But now they are full on shaking. She has them tucked under her thighs as Margaery does a smoky eye on her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she breathes.

“Don’t tell the others,” Margaery says very quietly. “But you’re the best out of all of us, Bri. So you can. I’ve seen how strong you are.” With all the bickering lately, it’s easy to forget how long they’ve all known each other and how well each of them know her. It’s comforting.

Brienne nods, glancing at herself in the mirror. The eye makeup is a lot, but she loves it. “Thank you,” she says, giving Margaery a tight squeeze. “You’re amazing.”

All week, Jaime tries to convince himself not to go, but curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself ushered into Qyburn’s via the kitchen. He’s wearing a red and yellow plaid shirt and a black baseball cap pulled down over his hair.

There’s a giant roar from the crowd as Queenslayers take the stage and he laughs, knowing what it’s like to be on the other end of that. His heart clenches when he sees her, blonde hair swept out of her eyes for now, a beaming blush coloring her cheeks as she looks out at the crowd and gives a little wave. She grips her blue electric guitar. Beautiful hands, he thinks. Long, nimble fingers.

It takes her a couple songs to get into it, but if she’s nervous, he can’t tell. By the third song, she and the bass guitarist are bopping around the stage and his eyes can’t help but travel the length of her legs, can see the lines of muscle in her calves. He feels dirty for even noticing and swallows the rest of his beer.

It’s an odd feeling, listening to songs he wrote years ago, but there’s a pride there, too. They sound better in person than the video. The singer is evocative and flirty, even more so than Addam, which he didn’t think was possible. When they get to the song he’s been waiting to hear, as soon as she starts to play the guitar solo, electricity races up his spine. His heart is pounding in time to the music and he licks his lips, watching her with anticipation. Come on, he thinks. You got this. It’s strange, but he wants her to do well. He hasn’t even met her, but somehow feels he knows her. When she finishes, he gives a shout from the back. “Woohoo!” Others join in and the cheers travel up to the stage. She smiles, a blush rising in her cheeks again. She searches the back of the room, shielding her eyes with her hand for a moment, looking for someone. Looking for him.

After their set, Brienne watches her bandmates. Ygritte finds Jon in the crowd, Asha and Theon are already headed towards the bar, and much to Brienne and Sansa’s surprise both, Margaery kisses Sansa as soon as she steps off stage. The two of them smiling at each other giddily before they find Renly and Loras in the crowd. Brienne tries to ignore the envy which washes over her. Everyone has someone. Except her. Her dad has always been supportive of her music–he had even called her when he saw the video–but he’s busy with his new family on Tarth and she cannot picture him hanging out in Qyburn’s to hear her play.

Brienne makes her way to the back, getting stopped by a few people in the crowd who congratulate her on the video or tell her “great show” with bright smiles and a nod, but she’s relieved when she arrives at the bar and signals Hodor for her usual. “I’ve got it,” the man next to her gestures to the bartender.

She’s surprised and surveys him out of the corner of her eye quickly before he turns towards her, flashing her a smile. The smile she would recognize anywhere. It’s dark and he’s wearing a baseball cap pulled low, but there are green eyes peeking out underneath the rim. Ohmygods. It can’t be.

“Jaime Lannister?” she asks, dumbfounded. Why would he bother? She remembers Sansa’s worries about the Kingslayers suing them and her stomach plummets. But why would they send him? They would send a team of lawyers instead.

“Shhh,” he presses a finger to his lips, his other hand falling to her wrist to quiet her.

“Oh my gods,” she replies, her tone muted. “It’s really you. What the fuck.” She covers her mouth with her hand, horrified she just cursed in front of her idol, but he laughs and some of the worry slips from her body. He has the most beautiful laugh. And he’s gorgeous. Not that she doubted he would be, but she can tell, even though his looks are tucked under a baseball cap and his body hidden by long sleeves. “I mean,” she tries again, knowing she’s beet red. “Thank you for coming?”

“Is that a question?” he winks at her and thankfully their drinks arrive, because she’s pretty sure she’s died or melted into the floor or something. It’s Jaime Lannister. Standing here. Talking to her like they’ve known each other for years.

“No, really, thank you. What the hell are you doing here?”

He grins and gods, he’s so fucking easy on the eyes it hurts. She feels like an awkward giant next to him and probably looks absolutely ridiculous in this eye makeup when she’s not on stage, but then he’s speaking and her brain stops freaking out so she can listen. “I saw the video, like the rest of the world. You’re good.”

“Thanks.” It’s such an automatic response, but she tries to let the simple praise infiltrate her many layers of defense. Tries to truly absorb that her favorite musician told her their band was good. “So has…did the whole band see it?”

“Of course. Addam’s the one who sent it to me.” He takes a sip of his beer before he turns his whole body towards her, leans in so close she can feel the heat from his skin. She feels dizzy and turned on and confused all at once. “The band is good,” he murmurs in her ear. “But you, you’re truly talented. You know that, right?” He draws back to gage her reaction and finds himself arrested by her eyes. The blue so deep it nearly matches the color of her guitar, the same blue of his mother’s wedding ring made of sapphires and rubies. Her eyes are steady. A calm in a stormy sea. “The guitar solo,” he nods up at the stage. “You’re better than I am. My brother would kill me for saying that, but it’s the truth.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she admits. Brienne’s half convinced he’s lying, half wonders if he’s trying to get her to sleep with him or if he has some ulterior motive, but the way he’s smiling at her, the way his face softens whenever she talks, she doesn’t think so. He’s a millionaire. He doesn’t have to come to dank bars to see tribute bands play in order to get someone into bed with him. He seems genuine. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She’s nearly finished her beer and glances up to see if Hodor is nearby so she can order another.

“Let’s go outside,” Jaime suggests. “It’s too hard to talk in here. I want to get to know you, Brienne Tarth.” Her skin prickles with the heat of his voice saying her name. She follows him outside, half laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.”

He holds the kitchen door open for her and there’s a cool breeze as they step outside. “I doubt that.”

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asphalt-cocktail · 4 years

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Kinkmas Prompt #3: Pegging

A/N: Well, I never thought I would ever write the words John Lennon and pegging in the same sentence, but here I am. Also it’s been a while since I’ve written a pegging fic, like since my Loki fic so I hope you enjoy it! This was requested via AO3. If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: John Lennon x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pegging, anal play, butt stuff, Soft Dom reader, Sub!John, orgasm denial, edging, handjob, Hamburg era Beatles so it’s Teddy Boy!John, mentions of prostitution and brothels.

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Working in Hamburg’s red-light district wasn’t an ideal situation, but neither was living in an economically dry post-war Hamburg. A girl had to make ends meet so you, like many other women, turned towards an industry that was always booming: prostitution.

You worked at a brothel that was surrounded by several bars, so you’d make easy money in exchange for late nights of work. Your customers would come and go, but you always had one that was consistent. Every Tuesday a young man, close to your age, would come in with his hair greased back, his nose sharp, and his eyes squinting in a desperate attempt to focus. It took three appointments, but you soon learned his name, John, he was performing at a few bars around your place of work with a small group of boys from Liverpool and hoped to make it big someday.

You looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly one am which meant John would be coming by sometime soon. He was a special client and had… special… interests. You didn’t mind, there was something so gratifying about getting someone else off that made your need to get off fulfilled by hearing John’s hoarse and whiney moans fill the dingey room until the early hours of the morning.

He walked in, paid the man that sat at the front desk and waited in his seat for you to be brought down. You greeted him with a familiar kiss to the cheek and grabbed his hand, his palms were sweaty like always and he chattered about his most recent endeavor with the bands he played with. Today he donned a new leather jacket, you ran your fingers cross the cool material “Is this new?” You asked as soon as you entered your designated bedroom, a small coy smile playing on your lips.

John grinned confidently, “Yeah, we just got new jackets today, do you like it?” He asked, pulling his shoulders back and straightening his posture.

You nodded your head “It ties the look together,” You said keeping your hand flatly pressed against chest. Your hand reached up and slowly unzipped it. The sound of the zipper filled the silent and tension filled room, “I’d hate for it to get messy tonight.” You teased. John swallowed thickly and looked down at you as your arms slid the jacket down his shoulders, exposing his black tee shirt, “You, gonna be a good boy for me Johnny?” You asked tossing the jacket off onto a chair in the side of the room.

John vigorously nodded his head, his greased back hair falling lightly in his face, “Yes, Ma’am.” He answered obediently.

You smiled and cupped his cheek, patting it lightly, “That’s what I like to hear, now go on and get ready for me.” You said pulling away so you could get the supplies you would need for the night.

As you dug through your supply trunk you could hear John frantically shuffling around and undressing. You knew as soon as you would turn around, he would be laying down on the bed only clad in his briefs, he was always such a good boy for you. Once you found what you would need, you placed it on the table near the bed before you knelt at John’s side. You ran your hand down his chest, your thumbs lightly ghosting over his nipples, causing him to shudder beneath your touch. He was always so responsive, and you loved it.

You glanced up at John, who was intently watching you as your hand traveled further and further down towards his briefs which were beginning to tent up, “Do you want me to touch you, Johnny?” You asked, running your fingertips along the worn elastic. He nodded his head, not speaking, “Use your words, dear.” Your voice was firm and commanding.

John swallowed thickly “Yes, please ma’am.” He answered.

You smiled, pulling them down and exposing his member, you grasped it and firmly pumped your hand up his length. John gasped and bucked his hips into your hands, you stilled your motions and gave him a chastising glance “Come on, John, naughty boys don’t get to come.”

He let out a soft whine and clenched the thread barren sheets, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He muttered as you continued your motions. You could feel him growing painfully hard in your hand and the tip of his cock began to leak precum and become red with arousal. John hissed through clenched teeth and the muscles in his thighs flexed, “Can I come, please?” He asked through a hoarse voice.

He was always so needy, you tutted “Not yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff.” You reminded him. John continued to let out whiney sighs and moans as you slowly squeezed and stroked his full length. Your free hand began to lightly rub his thigh, inching closer and closer to his tight little ass. He whimpered feeling your fingers ghosting over him before you pulled away and adjusted his legs, spreading them and putting his knees up.

“Open up.” You commanded and slipped your fingers between John’s needy lips where he sucked on them, making lewd noises and rubbing his tongue along your finger pads. You pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ and he let out a sigh of disappointment.

After you reached for a bottle of lube, spreading the liquid on your fingers and rubbing them between his cheeks. John let out a loud wanton moan when he felt your fingers brush against his hole, you paused your motions, “What do you want?” You asked, urging him to beg for you.

He did, he always begged for you, “Fingers, please.” His voice sounded desperate and small.

Your mouth hung ajar as you inserted one finger into John’s ass, he gasped and arched his back at the feeling of fullness and preened against your touch, you soon added another one to help prep him for tonight’s activities. You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing against his walls while John desperately tried to stay still like you had previously instructed him to. Your free hand continued to pump his painfully hard cock with long languid motions, he was a mess beneath you.

His greased hair had become sweaty and fallen out of its perfectly combed style and his cheeks were dusted pink. You loved seeing John like this. Every time you would see him outside the brothel, he had a swarm of ladies around him or was picking a fight and exuded masculine energy. But here he was your good boy and followed all your instructions, rarely ever a brat or talking back. He was aching for a strong woman to control him and you gave it to him.

You pulled your fingers out of him and spread his cheeks, John let out a needy whine, “You ready for me, hun?” You cooed, leaning over him and lightly cupping his face.

John leaned into your touch, his eyes shut blissfully “Yes, please.” He begged.

You pulled away from him to ready yourself, “Be a good boy and sit still for me.” You said giving him a warning look. You reached over and grabbed your double strap on, letting out a soft moan as you inserted your portion inside of you and then rubbed lube on the exposed portion. You tightened the straps around your hips and thighs and squired more lube on your hand, just to make sure John would be comfortable.

You hovered over him and smoothed his sweaty hair away from his forehead and brushed it back, “You’re my good boy, yeah?” You asked rubbing the plastic cock between his cheeks. John found himself lost in the anticipation, his eye closed and his breathing rough, “Come on, Johnny, I need you to talk to me.” You said lightly tapping the side of his face.

John opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils were blown with pleasure and they looked as though it took all his will power to focus on your face, “Yeah,” He said breathlessly, “Your good boy.” He swallowed thickly, glancing down to where your legs were pressed against the backs of his thighs.

You followed his line of sight and lightly pressed the plastic cock against his well prepped hole. John’s mouth opened and he inhaled sharply feeling you stretch him before you teasingly pulled back, “Please,” John whined, his nose scrunching in frustration

“Please what?” You teased.

“Fuck me, please.” John said softly, his brows furrowed.

You slowly inserted the plastic cock into him, you moaned feeling the pressure against the insert inside you as it pushed deeper inside your wet cunt and gave John a moment to adjust, softly kissing his cheeks “You’re so good,” You cooed “My good boy, John.” You said as you placed light kisses all over his face.

John moaned and spread his legs further apart allowing you to sink in a little bit more. His cock twitched against his stomach as he desperately held back his need to release and tried to steady his breathing. Once it was caught, he let out one last shaky breath “M-move,” He choked out, “Please,”

You sat up and lightly moved your hips causing a moan to slip from both of your mouths before you pulled out and slammed your hips against his setting a steady rhythm. Soft moans spilled from John’s lips and filled the room. You continued to pump his cock in tandem with your thrust, you felt his thighs tense around you, “Don’t,” You warned, “You’re not allowed to come yet.” You said pulling your hand away from him and resting it on his soft tummy.

John whined, his face was red, and his body was sweaty “Please, please.” He begged.

You slapped your hips against his and moaned as the dildo inside you scraped your walls, filling you up and hitting all the right spots “No,” You snapped, “You know what happens when you’re greedy.” You warned, “I’ll leave you tied to that chair with a vibrator in your ass and leave you.”

He knew you would hold true to your word and you would fuck him until his legs turned into jelly, then leave him, his arms and legs strapped to a chair with a vibrator in his tight little hole; bare, sticky, and with tears running down his face. You’d done it before, and as tantalizing as the idea was it, he liked it when you weren’t cross with him.

You began to pick up your pace, rutting into him and loosing yourself, feeling the dildo inside you thrusting in and curling perfectly, rubbing against your g spot. Your mouth hung open and breathy moans fell from your lips “You take me so well, baby.” You cooed, whipping some of the tears that had begun to form in the corner of John’s eyes away from his face, “God,” You groaned and cupped his face “You’re bloody gorgeous like this, you’re such a mess.” You laid yourself atop him and buried your face in his sweaty shoulder, inhaling his natural musky scent.

John’s hands wrapped around you and held you close to his chest as the two of you began to lose yourselves in pleasure. The plastic cock inside John repeatedly rubbed against his prostate and his legs shook from holding off his orgasm, “Please, please,” He gasped and ran his fingers through your hair, “Please, let me come, I want it so bad.” His words slurred together, and his voice cracked from the strain.

Your walls clenched around the dildo inside you and you shuttered against him as you came “Come on, John, come for me baby.” You said leaning back and pumping his cock in tandem with your thrusts.

John grunted and his face scrunched up as he closed his eyes, his mouth opened and he let out a shuttering gasp while you continued to milk his cock, painting his stomach with thick ropes of his seed. His hips bucked against your hand as you continued to jerk him off even after he came, “Stop, stop, stop,” He begged, the pleasure soon becoming painful and too overwhelming for him.

You pulled your hand away and sat for a moment to catch your breath before you pulled out of him, “Stay here, I’ve got to clean up my messy boy.” You said wiping the sweat that had condensed on your forehead off with the back of your hand.

As you crawled off the bed, your legs wobbled for a moment before you took the chance to take the strap on off, your legs becoming slick with your arousal and set it on the floor. You grabbed a rag and briefly walked over to the attached bathroom to dampen it with warm water. When you returned you found John laying in the same position, his eyes hanging heavy from exhaustion.

You tapped his knees and he responded by spreading them for you. You began to run the cloth over his legs, cleaning him up from the copious amounts of lube you had used previously and then moved to his stomach and wiped the cum off. You tossed the rag to the side and flopped on the bed, typically John was quite chatty afterwards, but this time he was fairly quiet. You turned and faced him on your side and ran your fingers lightly along his chest, “Are you feeling okay, John?” You asked in concern.

John cracked one of his eyes open and peered down at you, “Hm?” He hummed, “Oh yeah, ‘m perfect.” He sounded wonderfully content but shut his eyes after he responded.

You pursed your lips and couldn’t help but bring your hand up to brush his stray and messy hair from his face, “You’re thinking though,” You smiled, “That can be a bit dangerous.” You joked and moved closer to John’s side.

His face broke into a grin and he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your sweaty bodies sticking together. He began to trail soft kisses from your cheek, to your jaw, and finally to your ear where he stopped “I want to feel that cunt come around my cock next time.” He whispered huskily into your ear.

A shiver crept up your spine and you swallowed thickly, “I-I would be open to changing things up.” You tried to sound confident, but your voice failed you.

John pulled back and gave you a cheeky grin, as if he hadn’t been whispering filthy things into your ear moments earlier, “Also,” He added, “Tomorrow, I want you to come see us play.”

You typically tried to keep your interactions with our clients limited to the walls of the brothel, for safety purposes. But you could make one exception.

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eddiesasspbrak · 4 years

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When I’m With You Ch. 13

Eddie can’t stand the barista at his favorite coffee shop. Richie has fallen in love with the man he sees twice a week. Stan is dating someone but won’t let his friends meet them. Ben is in love with Beverly, but is so afraid of scaring her away he’s not moving forward. Chaotic friends navigating college together.

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Tuesday morning, Eddie woke to a text from Ben telling him not to call for a cab or uber to get to class. He said he’d meet him outside his building in an hour. Confused, Eddie got up and went about his typical morning at a slower pace due to the crutches. Getting dressed while sitting on his bed was annoying but easier than balancing on one crutch while trying not to trip over his pants. He made sure he had everything before heading out the door to meet Ben. He’d had to add chapstick to his list of belonging that left the house with him. He’d never known before that kissing could cause your lips to chap. He assumed it was a combination of saliva and cold air that was causing it. Either way, he had a tube of blistex tucked away in his pocket to help.

As Eddie approached the door of the lobby, Ben was already standing there and held the door open for him. He thanked him as he huffed from the extra effort of using the crutches to walk. His arms were already killing him.

“So, what’s the plan?” Eddie asked. “You’re not planning to carry me, are you? Because that might be slightly embarrassing.”

“Not today. I thought I’d pay for the ride to school this morning.” As he spoke, he pointed to a running car pulled up the curb.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Eddie followed Ben to the car and climbed into the backseat as he held the door for him. He pulled the crutches in after him, setting them down by his feet.

Ben jogged around to the other side and slid in beside him. “I know I didn’t have to. I just thought it would be nice since you can’t really walk right now.” Eddie gave him a look and he sighed. “Also, this way your mom won’t know you took an uber to campus and ask you about it.”

“There it is. You don’t have to worry about me, ok? If she asked about it, I was prepared to lie. I figured I’d tell her that I was running late. A lecture about being on time I can deal with. Still, I appreciate it Ben. Really.”

Ben’s cheeks flushed just a tad as he smiled and nodded. It was almost too easy to make him blush and Eddie and Stan both always thought that was endearing and adorable. Eddie was once again full of love for his friends and their love for him. He’d have to come up with a way to pay them both back for the day before and for the ride.

Given how close Eddie lived to campus, it was a short ride. Ben rushed to open the door for him again, even though he told him it really wasn’t necessary. He offered a hand to help him out of the car anyway and even offered to carry his bag. Eddie declined as it really wasn’t heavy, and they started off toward class. When they arrived at the elevator inside the building, a group of other students stood waiting and avoided looking at Eddie. Sure, he knew some people didn’t have obvious reasons for why they couldn’t take the stairs, but all of the other students appeared to be fine. Especially given the way they rushed onto the elevator as soon as the door opened, filling it up and refusing to look up at Eddie. He looked to Ben and rolled his eyes.

They waited for the elevator to deposit them on their floors and come back down to get them. Eddie wanted to rant and complain about it, but he was too tired from the early hour and the energy it took to walk with the stupid crutches. His under arms hurt and sitting down in the hard-plastic chair in class was a welcome relief. Whoever said tying towels to the tops of the crutches made it less painful, had never actually had to use them.

Class was fairly boring and seemed to drag on longer than normal. By the time it was over, Eddie was desperate for caffeine, even if it was coming from the chain place in the union. It was better than nothing. Ben accompanied him, having plans to meet Bev there as well. Eddie was willing to admit he needed help when necessary and wasn’t really sure how he’d get the coffee to a seat and Ben was more than happy to help him with it. He just wanted to meet Bev first and let her know he was going to get coffee with Eddie.

When they arrived at the table Bev had already claimed, Eddie could tell from Ben’s smile that he already knew what was waiting there for him. Richie grinned and stood from his seat when he saw Eddie, coming around the table to meet him.

“Good morning.” He said, putting a hand on Eddie’s cheek and greeting him with a kiss.

Eddie flushed at having been kissed in such a public place where so many could see. It was another first for him. “Morning. Why are you here and not at work?” Eddie took the seat Richie pulled out for him.

“I had a very important errand to run and Bill and Mike were very understanding.” Richie sat back down and held out a cup from the café. “You couldn’t come to us, so I brought the coffee to you.”

“Isn’t he the cutest?” Bev asked, ruffling Richie’s already crazy hair.

“Yea, yea. You’re lucky I brought you something too.” He said, ducking away from her hand.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love me, Richard. If it wasn’t for my impeccable night out planning skills, you two might not have gotten this far.”

“I think we owe it all to Penny, actually. Nice try taking the credit though.”

Bev flipped him off and Eddie found himself smiling while listening to them, though it did make him a bit embarrassed. Was this what it was like dating someone and having your friends know that you’re together? Their first night out together was a similar set up, the four of them sitting together at a table over drinks. Though this time it was coffee and not beer. That time he’d wanted to be anywhere but there, sitting next to Richie and listening to his lame jokes.

Now he was laughing along with him, leaning into his side instead of away from him, their hands clasped tight beneath the table. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like a lifetime ago. The thought of Richie leaving work just to bring him his coffee never even crossed his mind as a possibility. The fact that he had also brought something for Bev and Ben made him even happier. Yea he’d been friends with Bev longer than Eddie had, but he loved them both and liked the idea of his boyfriend loving them too.

The word ‘boyfriend’ bouncing around in his mind sent a surge of excitement through him. Because that’s what Richie was now, right? His boyfriend. His first boyfriend. He still couldn’t believe that this man liked him and chose him. It was clear to anyone who looked at Richie that he was attractive, and he could have chosen so many others over Eddie. But he didn’t. Eddie felt silly for feeling special but why shouldn’t he? He’d never felt particularly special before so why shouldn’t he embrace it now? Richie Tozier chose him, and he was motherfucking special!

Richie stayed with them for a while longer before his phone chimed with a text from Bill asking if he was ever coming back. It was getting busy again and they needed his help. Eddie and Bev had to head to class soon anyway, but he didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

“I’ll see you tonight, yea?” Richie asked as he stood.

“Yep.”

“What’s tonight?” Bev asked.

“I cook dinner for him so he can eat some real food for once.” Richie patted Eddie on the shoulder.

“As romantic as that sounds…Ben and I are going out for dinner. Come with us.”

“Is that ok with you?” Eddie asked Ben.

“Of course. We were planning to ask you guys out soon anyway.” Ben smiled and it was so easy to tell when he was being sincere it was adorable.

“I’ll drive so we don’t have to worry about your foot.” Bev said.

“You have a car?” Eddie asked, having never heard of it before.

“I do. I just hate driving and usually when we go out there’s drinking involved. I will pull it out, just for you.”

“Sounds like a plan. I really gotta go though. See you.” Richie bent down to plant a quick kiss on Eddie’s lips before rushing off, waving over his shoulder.

When Eddie snapped back from the clouds he skyrocketed to ever time Richie kissed him, he found the other two staring at him. “What?”

“You look happy.” Bev said, resting her chin on her hand.

“I am happy.” Eddie admitted because he was. Extremely so.

“Richie seems happy too. Which makes me happy.”

“And that makes me happy.” Ben chimed in.

Eddie chuckled, picking at the edge of his cup with his thumbs. “You guys are such dorks. We’re all happy. I get it.”

“Stan may not be happy.” Ben laughed.

“Stan is never happy.” Eddie agreed.

“Happy no longer sounds like a word and we have to go to class.” Bev said, standing.

She grabbed Eddie’s coffee for him, neither having finished due to the talking. He thanked her while he used the table to push himself up easier and grabbed the dreaded crutches again. Ben walked with them to class before heading back to his dorm. Their professor was very friendly and invested in her students, so she spent a good ten minutes talking to Eddie about his injury when she saw him come in on crutches. He didn’t like having the focus on him, but he answered her politely and eventually she moved onto the lecture.

After class, Eddie walked with Bev until she split ways to head to Ben’s dorm. He knew he’d gotten a text in class but had yet to look at it and kind of forgot until he pulled his phone out to call for an uber. He’d exchanged numbers with Mike and Bill back at Bev’s birthday party but hadn’t talked to either via call or text since then. Thus, he was surprised when the text had come from Mike. He opened it, feeling somewhat anxious about the reason for the sudden text.

Mike: Bev says your class isn’t far from 7th street. Meet me there after class.

Eddie wasn’t sure why he was supposed to meet Mike. They hadn’t made plans to hang out and he wondered if he’d done something wrong. He was Richie’s friend and maybe he wanted to make sure Eddie was good enough and not just messing with him. If that was the case, he was fully prepared to turn the tables and make sure he was good enough for Stan at the same time. Then again, maybe he just wanted to get to know him since they were dating each other’s best friend.

When he finally made his way down to the street, he found Mike leaning against a vespa with his arms crossed over his chest. He smiled and waved when he saw Eddie coming his way. He seemed happy enough to see him, so maybe he had nothing to worry about after all.

“Hey.” Eddie said as he approached. “Did we…make plans that I forgot about?”

“No, no. Don’t worry. I was sent by Richie to give you a ride home.” Mike explained.

“What? Really? I could have just called for an uber. I don’t want you to go out of your way for me.”

“It’s fine. My shift is over, and I’ve got nowhere to be. Richie told me you were hurt and asked if I’d help out. I really don’t mind! Richie is my friend and he likes you, so I like you. Maybe not in the same way though.” He chuckled.

Eddie smiled. There was something so relaxing about Mike and Eddie could see why Stan was attracted to him. “I’ve never been on a vespa before. Is it safe?”

“I’ve had it for years and never had an accident, so I’d say so. I’ve got a helmet for you.” Mike reached behind him and held up a helmet. “It’s the one Stan usually wears.”

“Stan has ridden on this before? Did he freak out?”

“He squeezed me so tight I think he cracked a rib.”

Eddie laughed as he took the helmet. He tried to balance while putting it on and in the end needed Mike to help him put it on before grabbing his own. Eddie sat on the back of the seat and Mike put his crutches in front of him, going down between his legs. Eddie held his shoulders, his arm through the hole at the top of crutches to hold them in place. Probably not the safest solution but it worked. Eddie was a lot less scared than he’d expected to be. Mike was a good driver and the ride was smooth, though very cold given the time of year.

Of course, Mike already knew where to go seeing as he’d been to Richie’s apartment before. It was a short ride and when they got there, Mike helped Eddie get situated with is crutches again.

“Thank for the ride. I wasn’t expecting it, but I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem at all. Text me if you need a ride anywhere. Even after your foot heals.”

“I feel like I should offer you a warm drink or something.”

“Nah, I’m ok. Ben texted about dinner tonight though, so I’ll see you later, right?”

“Absolutely. I promise not to be such an asshole like last time. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. We all understood where you were coming from. Plus, you were clearly crushing on Richie and were mad that he wasn’t there.”

“Still doesn’t make it ok. I was taking it out on you guys.”

“It’s already forgotten. Promise.”

Mike excused himself then, saying goodbye before zooming off down the street. Finally, back in his warm apartment, Eddie collapsed on his sofa and put his foot up. It was a little achy and he was glad he’d left the ibuprofen on the coffee table. He hated swallowing pills dry but didn’t feel like getting up for water. If he was expected to leave the house again, he needed to rest his foot and ankle for as long as he could.

The time passed quickly as Eddie did a bit of schoolwork and took a short nap, and before he knew it, Bev was downstairs with her car. Richie had gone straight to Eddie’s after getting home and washing up to wait with him until it was time to leave. They found that Eddie sitting on his lap was the easiest and most comfortable way for them to kiss as long as he was injured. It was embarrassing at first, but Eddie quickly realized that he felt comfortable sitting there. They’d put a TV show on for background noise and during the moments their focus was actually on the TV, he had his head against Richie, tucked up under his chin. Richie’s arms were around him, holding him close and everything felt perfect. He almost wanted to cancel their dinner plans so he could just stay there for the rest of the night.

When Bev and Ben arrived to pick them up, they had to rush to get their shoes and coats on as they’d both managed to lose complete track of time. Luckily, they weren’t annoyed at having to wait and took Eddie being slow on the crutches as a worthy excuse. They’d chosen a different diner from last time and this one had more of a family feel to it. Stan, Mike and Bill were already there when they arrived with a table big enough to accommodate all seven of them. It sat close to a wall, so Eddie was easily able to set his crutches up and out of the way, though Richie insisted on helping him.

As soon as their drinks arrived, Bev raised hers in the air in a toast. “To our first official triple date.” She smiled. They all raised their glasses along with her. “Although looking around this table I realize that I really need some friends of the feminine variety.”

“Hey, I w-wore that dress for you last year! I felt pretty damn feminine.” Bill piped up.

“Yes, and you looked beautiful and I was able to properly hem it and for that I thank you. I’m kidding anyway. My boys are all I need, honest.” She sighed and placed her hand on top of Ben’s, which was on the table near her. “Besides, the last time I had a girl best friend it didn’t work out. For anyone.”

The table suddenly fell silent and Ben, Stan and Eddie all exchanged a confused look. They weren’t sure what Beverly was referring to, but based on the looks on the other’s faces, they did. Curiosity churned within Eddie, but he kept his mouth shut. All three had the social grace not to ask about awkward situations, but Stan just didn’t care enough.

“Why? What happened?” Stan asked, earning a gentle nudge from Bill.

“Bev was friends with this girl for a while and she introduced her to us, and it just didn’t end well.” Mike said, trying to quickly end the discussion.

“Did you guys kill her or something? Why is everyone being so serious?” Stan asked.

“They just don’t want to say it was my fault.” Richie spoke up. “Which it was. Kind of. Dating your friend’s friend isn’t always the best idea.” He looked to Eddie then. “Not this time. This time it’s a great idea.”

Eddie shrugged. “No, I agree. It’s a tricky thing when others are involved.” He knew he was talking about his ex that he’d unceremoniously met the last time they tried this. Part of him felt this jealous pang at the mention of the girl he’d dated before, but she was also part of what pushed them together.

“It was not your fault!” Bev nearly shouted, exasperated. “She is the one who treated you terribly and broke your heart.”

“Yea but she blamed me for ending your friendship.” He said, not actually seeming upset by it.

“Which was bullshit. I ended the friendship because she kept talking badly about you and I wasn’t going to put up with it. I’ve known you longer, I loved you more and she was in the wrong, not you. Good riddance, I say. We’re all better off without her.”

With that the conversation seemed to be at an end, though Bill did lean in and whisper to Stan, “And that is why we don’t talk about her.”

After dinner, Bev took Eddie and Richie back to their building. Richie helped Eddie get set up on his couch again, and then rushed back to his apartment to get something. He’d been reminded of something he wanted to show Eddie on their last date. He hadn’t had the chance with Eddie’s accident, and he’d forgotten after that. Part of him was curious while the other part of him was afraid he was going to show up with Penny in tow. Or maybe he actually had two mice and he was bringing both over. The thought made Eddie shiver, and not in a good way.

When he came back, all he had in his hand was a sheet of paper. The side facing Eddie was blank and he had the other side hidden from view. Eddie kept his eyes on his hands as he came to sit on the end of the couch opposite from him.

“What is that?” Eddie asked.

“You’re going to think it’s stupid, but I have to explain myself first.” Richie was smiling was seemed oddly nervous. Seeing him nervous was strange.

“Ok.” Eddie was skeptical now and wondered if he should be trusting him.

“I’ve had a crush on you since the first time you walked into the café. Bill and Mike knew it and when my birthday came around Bill asked if he should draw something for me. He’s an awesome artist and he likes to give drawings as gifts. I told him to draw something pretty and, well, he knew what I thought was pretty.”

Richie’s cheeks were actually slightly pink as he flipped the paper over and revealed the drawing on the other side. Eddie imagined there must have been some color in his own cheeks as they grew hot and his lips fell open. The drawing of him was nice, almost looked like a photograph. It was a profile shot, coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Eddie figured he must have taken a picture of him while he was at the café one morning and used that as reference. He thought he would have noticed if someone had been sitting there drawing him at the café.

“I’ve had it displayed in my room for a while now and I figured you’d see it eventually so I might as well show you before then. I had to hide it the day Ben came over. That would have been awkward to explain.” Richie went on, trying to read Eddie’s expression.

“Would…would Bill do one for me?” He asked, finally looking up at Richie.

“You want a drawing of yourself?”

“No…of…you.” He felt shy admitting that but there was something intimate about having a drawing of the person he liked. If Richie had one, why couldn’t he?

“Oh. I mean…he probably would. He probably already has drawings of me in his sketch book. I could ask him.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes falling back down to the drawing. “You haven’t like…gotten off while looking at that have you?” He asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Of course not. What kind of guy do you think I am? That’s what all the pictures I snuck of you are for.”

Eddie pulled one of the pillows from behind him and threw it at Richie, smacking him in the face with it. “You’re so gross.” He said, though he was laughing.

Richie set the drawing on the coffee table, and let the pillow drop to the floor while rising up on his knees. “And you like me anyway. So, what you’re really saying is you’re into gross things.” Richie didn’t give Eddie a chance to respond as he leaned over him, his hands on either side of his waist, and kissed him.

Eddie just about melted into the couch. He did like Richie. Maybe even loved him. Though he wasn’t ready to deal with that just yet. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting Richie to show him, but he definitely was expecting a drawing. It was kind of cute and the last coherent thought he had before his mind went fuzzy from the feel of Richie’s tongue, was that he really hoped Bill would make one for him.

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