#josh tends to push himself

[serafphim]

Josh still going to work despite being a mewtwo is really cute, what would prevent him from going to work though? Does he have his own limit?

i think if he was physically unable to, like too big/small... if he can feasibly try to show up and work he would

[vanfleeter]

Unchained Melody

Summary: Slow dancing in the living room.

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Pure fluff. Implied sex, if you squint super well.

Author's Note: This fluffy blurb wouldn't be what it is without @losfacedevil ❤️

Valentine's Masterlist

As you wash the dishes from dinner, even though Jake insisted that it can all wait to be cleaned tomorrow, you begin to hear soft music playing from the living room.

He’s enticing you. Luring you to him to finish off the night. Smirking to yourself, you continue washing the dishes, grabbing one of the small salad bowls to start scrubbing.

You feel a warm sensation on your hips as his hands glide along the fabric of your dress. His lips gently press to your shoulder as he kisses you.

���Jake..” You warn.

“Come dance with me..” He says as he sways the two of you side to side.

“I need to wash these.”

“I told you that you can wait until tomorrow..”

He slides his hands to your waist before moving down your arms. He dips his hands into the warm, soapy water and grabs your hands. He pulls them out of the water and takes you away from the sink. He dries them off with a towel, being meticulous at drying off every drop of water.

Feeling satisfied he takes your hands again and pulls you out to the living room where he changes the song to a different one. It isn’t often that you find yourself swaying to the rhythm of slow and intimate music. Nor is it often that you find yourself dancing with Jake. He isn’t much of a dancer and he makes it known.

Though as the familiar tune begins to play, you tilt your head back to look at Jake. He flashes you a smile before tugging you into his body.

“This is Josh’s song.” You giggle as he presses your head against his chest.

“Shh..” He hushes. “Tonight it is not.”

You giggle and give in anyways and step in time with Jake as he moves the two of you side to side. He starts to hum along to the music before the words begin to slip from his lips.

Lonely rivers flow

To the sea, to the sea

To the open arms of the sea, yeah

Lonely rivers sigh

"Wait for me, wait for me"

I'll be coming home, wait for me

You smile against his chest which vibrates as he sings. Jake singing is just about as rare as his dancing. You almost never hear him singing unless you catch him in the act whether he’s singing in the shower or singing along to music as it plays while he cooks dinner. So hearing him sing brings a warmth to your chest.

He continues on singing until it drifts it off to mumbles, unsure of what the next words are. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t know them, considering Josh has sung it on stage every night for the last four months.

“And here I thought you knew the words..” You tease.

His hand comes down on your ass in a rough swat as he continues humming. “Words tend to escape me when I’m in your presence.”

You huff a laugh, feeling the vibration of his chest as he laughs himself. “Smooth..” You say lifting your head.

“But I’ll have this song memorized soon enough if Josh keeps singing it..” He grumbles. “You just wait. Eventually you’ll get tired of hearing me sing it.”

You shake your head and tilt your head back again to look at him. “I don’t think I will ever tire of you singing. You have a beautiful voice.”

He playfully rolls his eyes and pushes your head back down onto his chest. “You say that now.. Just wait..”

As the song continues, it increases in volume and he starts singing until it gets to the high notes. His voice cracks and you can’t stifle the giggle in time. He squeezes you tightly in his arms as he powers through it and finishes on a strong note.

“See?”

“Can’t see you when you keep my head pressed to your chest.”

He scoffs and pulls your head up. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He wraps his arms around you again and continues swaying again even though the song has already ended.

“Jake..”

“Shh.. Stay here..”

“But the music..”

“Don’t need music..”

The giggling infects you again and you lay your head back onto his chest. He continues the swaying movement and he starts humming a different song.

When you realize that he’s humming the beginning verses BedRock, you immediately swat at his chest and pull away earning his laughter as reciprocation. “Jacob!”

His head falls back as he laughs. “It came to my head!”

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[xtarmanderx]

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Hiii friend! 302 brand new words for the latest chapter I’m working on! Getting close to the end of this fic!!

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The next couple of weeks felt as though they flew by. Liam trained. Every single day, he found himself in the gym pushing himself to the limit. Whether he was boxing with Theo or sparring with the other heavy hitters, he was spending hours in the gym perfecting his craft. And he wasn’t alone. Now that everything had settled and classes had returned, it seemed as though a lot of people needed an outlet with the lack of missions. After dinner every evening, people filed down to the gym and the grounds outside and put in the work.

At first, the rescued mutants were hesitant to join in. Josh was the only one who threw himself in with no cares, carefully learning how to use his ability without causing excruciating pain to those unlucky enough to have his attention. The adults tended to work with Josh, Melissa frequenting the sidelines, but it felt good to find a new rhythm. Liam was ecstatic that slowly but surely, Hayden and Boyd were jumping in the fight, too. Hayden and Derek tended to partner up the most, both able to unleash their claws. And Boyd seemed to like Violet and Garrett, drawn to their friendship and competitive natures. For those like Nolan whose powers weren’t necessarily useful in a fight, they were hitting the weights under Coach Finstock’s careful eye.

There was a thickening cloud of tension hanging over them now. Liam knew the others could feel it, too. Occasionally, he caught Stiles quietly murmuring with his father and the older man shaking his head. No visions. No clue what was coming. Just that same buzz of anticipation that seemed to infect the space around them and put the whole school on edge. Really, they should have seen it coming much sooner than it did.

[randomsufff]

Ok idk how to start this but, DBH fandom- there should be more Connor and Simon friendship fics.

Like- don’t get me wrong I love all the fics where Connor joins the Jeri-crew but, for some reason, I feel like Post-Deviant Connor would really get along with Simon specifically . I tried to think of a reason why (other than bc they’re my two favorite characters) and I think it’s because they’re so similar- but also like… ever so slightly diffrent.

They both (again- thinking Deviant Connor) care about others and are nice, and have a placid, intentional innocent look about them (Simon cause he’s a caretaker android and Connor cause he said it was to appeal to others) and yet they’re both incredibly stubborn and very much capable of violence. However, I think Simon tends to see violence as a very, very last resort while I feel like Connor would be a little more quick to resorting to violence if the situation warrants it.

And Simon is capable of violence! He’s a stubborn piece of shit about his ideals! Side rant bout Simon’s fandom characterization; despite how he’s sometimes depicted- Simon is not some “soft UwU boy who stumbles over his words constantly (EspEciAlly if MARKUS is around hu hu hu *wink wink*) and likes to take care of everyone ✨ by being an overbearing, smothering mother ” (I hate when he’s reduced down to that) Just because he’s nice and empathetic doesn’t mean he’s a weak, push over. I mean, hell, dude kept Jericho standing for who knows how many years. He had to insist AND UPHOLD the rule that they don’t leave the ship. Dude straight up wields a gun and kills people if you go the violent route. He obviously doesn’t like it- and any times he promoted to hurt people it usually fails (Thinking of trying to attack the first 2 guards at Stanford or taking the L during the March) but he does it if he’s pushed into it! And he’s headstrong too! Not some weakling who can’t think for himself. Just because he follows Markus’ ruling- dosent mean he’s some pathetic simp who’s only doing it cause it Markus the one who saying it (ok maybe it’s a little bit that- but he’s their leader! He calls the big shots. No duh he’s going to do as he says because he’s the one who gets final say!) I’m pretty sure if you choice the violent route he’ll push back at every turn and he’s soooooooo snappy to the others if Markus is kicked off cause he really thought he would help them. And while I know there are some great , 3D interpretations of Simon- there are quite a bit that, while not to the extreme that I said, tend to flatten Simon to either being just “caring” or “anxious”. And while a lot of his character is caring and anxious, it’s not ALL of it, and there’s that whole other side to him that you’re missing!!! Give him a mf backbone!

Anyway rant over, why Simon specifically as a friend and not the others- well I feel like Simon’s the type of guy who is so easy to befriend and get along with. He’s also, as I mentioned before this long rant, very similar to Connor in personality. Being split between his Machine coding and new Deviancy- I feel like Simon’s also the perfect middle to comfort him and be the friend that man desperately needs.

I don’t know how to explain why I feel this, genuinely! In my opinion/hc, I feel like after the revelation and everything, if Connor were to go back up to the Jeri-crew and try to befriend them: North might try to make niceties since he helped them in the end, but it’ll take a whillllleeee and a lot of effort to break down her defenses. Josh and Markus will try harder to be friendly, but ultimately treat it very businesslike and orderly- cause to them, Connor was more like an ally they gained in the heat of battle then a friend they made. Contrary to belief I feel like Markus wouldn’t extent an offer for Connor to join their crew as one of the leaders. He’s literally an outsider who BROKE in. He had to talk him through breaking his deviancy so he wouldn’t shoot him. He joined the cause at the very, very end. If anything, he’d see Connor as one among the many of their people who helped fight for their freedom (similar to the guy you turn in the Cyberlife supply run)- not a personal, close friend. And Josh, though not thinking of Connor as “one of his people” cause he’s not the head leader, still wouldn’t exactly be eager to befriend Connor. I feel like Josh’s pacifism and Connor’s ruthlessness would clash too much? Sure they’d hang out- but it more of a surface level friendship where’d the offer to grab a metaphorical drink or something is made but never really followed up on. But Simon- if anything I feel like Simon would be the one to check up on Connor and see how he’s doing. Having being deviant the longest, and therefore the wisest and more in tune with his feelings, I think Simon would emphasize and understand the chaotic circumstances of his awakening and try to befriend him genuinely.

All this to say- I need more Connor and Simon being friends. I need Simon to be friends with Connor separately from the group (Cause let’s be honest- he’s so sick of North and Joshs content fighting on that ship bro needs a not of a break). I need them to be kind to each other but also have a snarky, sarcastic relationship, where they both can give as much as they can take. I needed this so bad, I’ve actually come up with a little fic idea for how this supposed friendship would start.

And because this post is already so long- I’m putting it under the cut- but here’s the tagline- Connor and Simon befriend each other but the whole world thinks they’re dating (and they’re really, really not)

So it’s set after the Pacifist and Deviant Connor ending. The Jericho 4 has spread out to tackle the post- revolution issues. Markus and North head to DC to tackle the law making side, Josh travels out around the state/ to nearby cities to set up and help other Deviants while Simon stays in Detroit to help those there.

Simon- being lowkey sad and lost that his teammates spread out, head out for a walk in the snowy dark at like 3am. He’s not exactly a leader in the way Markus is, so he’s struggling with all the attention and pressure it takes to essentially govern a whole city of people. Of course he’s also feeling a bit lonely since everyone there treats him like a god or celebrity. Sure the little gang that he “lead” before Markus is close with him but they’re all out exploring their new freedom. And of the few new androids friends that he’s made, there’s always that feeling of never being able to truly connect with him- some wall he can’t quite break.

While he’s walking he stumbles upon Connor- sitting in the park, Sumo in hand, very lost in thought. Having never interacted much during or even after the whole revolution (since there was so much to do immediately) Simon tentatively walks up and says hi, asks what he’s doing out here at 3am. Gets asked the same thing, and eventually said be needed to clear his head with Connor relating. Eventually it’s revealed that Connor’s also feeling lost and lonely, being the only deviant to stay with the police department. Took a lot of fighting in between Hank and Fowler but eventually he was able to join as a consultant? Some other volunteer position cause he can’t technically get paid (and if he did- what would he spend it on? The food he dosent need to eat? At the abandoned Cyberlife store whose supplied are already being ransacked and distributed?) for now. He generally just hangs around the department with Hank for lack of anything better to do (for those of y’all who watched it- think of Psych with Connor as Shawn Spencer [now isn’t THAT a fic idea]). Not everyone is exactly friendly to him there, and it’s awkward to him to try to be friends with those who saw him as his machine, deviant-hunting self. Also Deviant Connor is socially aware and thus socially awkward so he’s not great at making friends- deviant or human wise.

Bla bla bla- after passing back and forth woes- Simon’s like: “you know what- you’re cool, let’s be friends- it’ll solve both our loner problems.” Very straightforward. Connor’s agrees agreeing stating the mutual benefits (getting to rant about android related problems/ general frustrations and being able to go out somewhere with someone when bored.)

They exchange com-links or numbers or whatever and it’s the start of a great friendship as they get into situations. The media eventually think Simon and Connor are dating cause they hang out so much and it’s the talk of all the media sources. They aren’t and never will (in my head at least- Connor my aroace icon. But this could also be a perfect Connor/Simon fic if that’s your thing) but despite that they keep getting into situations that make it look like they are. It’s very funny. Like Hank will be like “CONNOR! Are you dating…. one of the brutal leaders… of Jericho???” And Connor will be like- “No, Hank wtf” but then immediately accidentally fall into Simon’s arms after stumbling and they’re both like “Fucking RA9, we’re never beating these dating allegations huh.”

This could be a Gen Connor and Simon character study that’s disguised as a fic- but as a Markus/Simon girlie- to make it Markus/Simon- throw in Markus being lowkey jealous as he gets word of this- eventually deciding to come back to Detroit while North stays in DC after the biggest laws are finished being drafted. Cue funny ha ha situations and such. Personally- I don’t see Markus as being an outwardly, possessive jealous-type (as in- he’s not a guy who likes to admit and show he’s jealous) so his reactions to every new SituationTM Connor and Simon end up in is him going “oh… 😀🧍🫠” which I personally find really funny

Anyways- ending this off by saying I expect nothing by shouting all these fic ideas (and there will probably be more for other fandoms lol) and thoughts into the void- I just like sharing these specific scenarios that I make up cause I think other would like them. So maybe you too can also rotate these situations in your brain before you go to bed 😀👍

[milly1111]

Blindly trapped Prt 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Everything. (+18 only.) This one gets a lil wild. As we all know Beetlejuice is a perv..sex, swearing, domestic abuse, gore etc.

(NO minor should be on my tumblr anyways, sorry kids. Byeeeee.)

Happy Valentines day 💚🖤💚

Beetlejuice looked down, seeing clothing scattered on the bathroom floor. Hearing a surprised gasp, he looked up and met a pair of wide brown eyes, a blush spreading over her pale face. His eyes left hers as he couldn’t help but look at her naked body displayed before him. He glanced over her beautiful curves and perky breasts. Beetlejuice’s eyes darkened with lust and desire as his gaze lingered on her breasts before scanning lower below her hips. His tongue snaked out, licking his cold, dead lips absolutely sex starved. He tore his eyes away from her body when he heard Lydia scream, “Beetlejuice, what the hell!!” Lydia pulled the curtain over her body, shaking and dripping wet. “What are you doing here?? Ever heard of knocking? Or do you always walk in on a woman in the bathroom?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm as her eyes bore into his.

Beetlejuice wore a lazy smirk, his eyes now staying on hers, it was tempting to keep looking, but he’ll respect her not to. “Any woman? Lyds.. Ya know I have eyes just for you, and mmmn…f-fuck Babes, ya just look–” He paused noticing her expression darkened, daring him to continue and say something perverted. 

He cleared his throat, ignoring his needy, half-hardened dick twitching and straining in his pants. Fixing his horny mind before speaking again, he said, “Babes, ya got me worried, alright? Ya called yer dumbass ‘boyfriend’ over there a bunch of times. I wanted to make sure yer okay. He wasn’t gettin’ up, ignored ya calls. I had to check on ya myself.” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning his back against the sink and watching the water drip from her hair to her face. Then he snapped his fingers, a towel appearing in his hand. He pushed himself off the sink and walked over to Lydia, who was looking down at the ground in deep thought.

Was it really a big surprise that Josh purposely ignored her calls? But then again, she never calls him repeatedly. In fact, she NEVER calls him when they’re together. Lydia couldn’t even remember the last time she called Josh at all. It was stupid of her to even think for a second that he came over because he actually missed her and wanted to see her. Knowing Josh, he probably just wanted sex, which was typically awful and she was never satisfied. Why was she with Josh again?

Coming back to her senses, she suddenly felt a towel over her head and Beetlejuice taking it upon himself to dry her hair. She quickly pulled back, yanking the curtain so he couldn’t take peeks at her naked body again. “Thanks,” she mumbled. He scowled when she pulled away from him, taking the towel with her, but respected her boundaries…to a point. 

Beetlejuice leaned down and reached for her shirt, without looking he pushed his hand behind the curtain. Lydia took the shirt putting it on. Next the poltergeist looked at her underwear, his perverted mind getting the best of him. 

He felt his cock twitch once more in his pants growing and pressing against the front of his trousers. He picked them up and buried his nose into the fabric inhaling the sweet scent of his future wife, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head. 

Lydia was now stepping out of the shower, her shirt just barely covering her ass. She watched absolutely horrified with this perverted ghost, then she snagged the underwear out of his hand blushing. “What is wrong with you?!” She quickly pulled them on and he watched tilting his head looking at the view of her ass. He grabbed his crotch giving it a good squeeze as his eyes lazily moved back to look at Lydia nearly drooling.

“..Babes. Ya brought this guy back to life. Ya can trust me on this one. If ya give me a chance, ya will be a very happy woman.” His gravelly voice lowered seductively, leaning in closer to her brushing a finger along her jawline, sending chills down her spine. Lydia's eyes locked with his as he took a step forward, she took a step backwards her back now against the cool moist wall. He leaned down his finger tilting her head up. Beetlejuice's face drawing closer to the point she felt his cold breath lingering on her parted lips. Her breath was caught in her throat, her heart was pounding against her rib cage, her mind going numb.

At first she was lost in his intense gaze, her body not rejecting him like it has done to Josh many times over. His eyes searched hers in such an intoxicating manner, as if she was the only woman in existence and he craved her, only her. This look in Beetlejuice's eyes was different, yes he was lusting for her, but something else was creeping in them. 

His leg pushing in between her legs forcing them to spread. She quickly reached lower, pressing her shirt down to her front scared it would roll up and be in his view. Her gaze just for a moment, moved down to look at his lips, starting to wonder how they would feel on her own. What he would taste like.. Lydia felt herself leaning in as her eyes met his. His head tilting watching her body language closely. 

His hand moved over her face brushing her soft cheek with his thumb rather gently. Beetlejuice couldn't help his hips bucked forward pressing into her hungrily, her back hitting the wall. She felt something hard poking her lower stomach, it made her legs grow weak. Without thinking he closed the gap, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against hers. Almost immediately her brain became fuzzy, her body washed with warmth, butterflies going nuts in her stomach. She felt his tongue brushing lightly along her lower lip asking for permission to explore and taste her more.

 This bastard clouded her brain, she wasn't thinking clearly! She pushed his chest, knowing he just let her because this poltergeist was a lot stronger than she was. Breaking the kiss, Lydia swatted his hand away trying to control these strange…urges she was suddenly feeling around him. She had a damn boyfriend. A shitty one but still had one! 

“Damn it Beej! I have a boyfriend! Stop throwing yourself at me! It’s confusing!” Lydia stuttered, as she said this, panting slightly from this ghost literally taking her breath away. Beetlejuice took a step back. His expression changed entirely. Once again.. Lydia was over here breaking his damn dead heart, snapping, stomping on all the tiny dead pieces. He suddenly scowled at her moving away. He was now growing irritated. Why couldn't she see that her ‘boyfriend’ was a useless piece of shit? She deserved better, and she kept pushing Beetlejuice away and he wasn't going to tolerate it, it hurt him deeply. 

“What the fuck Lyds..” Beetlejuice growled out now glaring at her to hide how hurt he was by her rejecting him. He felt a strong connection with that kiss and he was more than sure she felt it too, and yet, she still pushed him away.

“Do you fuckin’ hear ya self? Talkin’ like the prick is ya perfect boyfriend.. then where the fuck is he, huh?! When ya need him most? Instead he ignored ya calls, threw his phone away!” He snapped at her. Her eyes widened at how cold his voice grew towards her. “Ya fuckin’ liked it. Don't you dare stand here tellin’ me otherwise. Ya want me! Stop pushing me away like yer disgusted by me! You should be disgusted by dat asshole, not me! Lydia that guy doesn't give a fuckin’ shit about ya!” She could nearly hear the jealousy in Beetlejuice's voice, targeting how much he hated her ‘boyfriend’. There was so much anger in his voice and his hands were balled into tight fists as he yelled rambling on.

She glared at Beetlejuice, but she knew he was right.. Just like her acquaintances said, her roommates, and her family. They were all right. So why did she defend Josh? Was it because deep deep down she just hoped someone actually loved her? That there was a reason he had stayed with her for three years? Was it so bad that she wanted to believe he cared about her?

“You just don't like that he loves me!” Lydia suddenly yelled back even though her body language wasn't matching her words. “Believe it or not Beej, someone actually loves me! Shocking I know!!” 

“Oh? And here I waited for ya.. and here ya sayin’ it's a damn shocker for someone to...” Beetlejuice snarled, not bothering to finish his sentence, knowing it wouldn't mean anything to her anyways. She was too damn blind to listen to him..Or perhaps she didn't give two shits about him? His fists were now shaking his chest heaving. The more Lydia spoke, the more it hurt him. 

“Yeah.. I know why YOU waited for me. You want me to marry you and have sex with you so you could just toss me away!” Lydia yelled, tears welling up in her eyes clouding her vision. “I'm not going to let you use me for a greencard! And I'm not going to just fuck you, here, in the bathroom, while my boyfriend is in the living room!” Her voice shook, tears pouring down her cheeks, as Beetlejuice took another step back. He couldn't believe she thought he was using her..Yet, that's exactly what her boyfriend was doing. And she blamed HIM for doing that to her.. 

The fucking nerve of this woman. 

Beetlejuice was practically seething now, every word that came out of Lydia’s mouth felt like a slap in the face. The hurt he was trying to hide earlier was now exploding inside him, his body trembling with anger, “Ya think yer just a fuckin’ greencard ta me?!” He barked, his eyes narrowed to slits. “I waited for fuckin’ years for ya! To call me back! I care about ya Lyds, more than that piece of shit eva will!” His breath was coming out in harsh deep short gasps, his hands still curled in tight fists, but now his knuckles were white shaking with anger. “I waited. I stayed. I’m right fuckin’ here sweetheart, like always,” He growled, “Yet here ya are, defending that lil prick! He can’t even look after you, when ya are a mess.”

Lydia was frozen in place as salty tears trailed along her pale face. She was going through a rollercoaster of emotions right now. Beetlejuice was so hurt, she never expected this. He was just.. Lashing out at her for rejecting him, and it made her heart sting. She felt like the weight of his words was just piling up on top of her chest and it was almost hard to breathe. Just like her family, just like her roommates. Here she was, being judged, shit on, by being with Josh. It was making her feel like a damn idiot for being with her boyfriend for three whole years. For some strange reason, it hurt WORSE coming from Beetlejuice.

“I'm not your toy, Beetlejuice. You keep coming back to just play with me!! While I'm in college and– Just leave me the fuck alone!!! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!” Lydia suddenly yelled. Beetlejuice felt his dead heart tighten in his chest–or whatever the hell was left of it. She didn't want him.. She didn't want him around, she fucking hated him. He felt his whole world around him collapse. Lydia gave him hope,  something to look forward to. Because of her, his cold dead heart was slightly warm, but just for her. 

“Ya really think that low of me..?” Beetlejuice's body began to feel numb as his voice trembled. His body stopped shaking in anger and his hands just hung limply at his sides as he lowered his head, not meeting her eyes. “I'm a joke to ya, huh? And here I thought, I made ya feel seen, and made sure to help ya when you had no one. I thought I could give a shit about ya.. Unlike dat fucker. Fine, Lyds. Ya know what, maybe I wasted my damn time. All ya good for is a free ticket to life! That's it. I don't give a shit about ya. Stay with him. I don't matter to ya and never will. Ya want me gone? Wish granted, honey.”

Lydia pressed her hand to her chest, starting to sob after he said that. He gulped, feeling guilty at her reaction, desperately wanting to take back those hurtful words. They had slipped out unintentionally, and he regretted making her feel that way. To Lydia, it felt like confirmation of her fears, like he was using her for his freedom.

"Great to know how you really feel, Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice," she chanted through sobs, glaring at him through clouded eyes, her body shaking with emotion. Beetlejuice's eyes widened, and he started walking towards her, stammering, "N-No, wait, Lyds... I-I didn't mean it! Please don't!" He gently tried to take her hands in his own, but she yanked them away and yelled, "BEETLEJU--" Just then, Beetlejuice quickly pulled her into his arms, causing her to pause. 

"Lyds... You know how I feel about ya... How about this? We make a deal, hm?" She pushed him off her, wiping her tears from her face. "Great, here we go again with a deal, a contract." When she once again pushed him away he clenched his jaw but pushed his pain to the side.

“I'm not judgin’ ya for being with him Lyds. Ya deserve love, but that ain't it. Lemme help ya babes.. please. Don't let this asshole walk all over ya, treatin’ ya like shit.. After he's gone, you can send me back–Deal..? I'll leave ya alone, like ya want..” His voice lowered to a near whisper to the last word he said.

She just stared at him, not believing a word he was saying. His words had cut deep. "You're full of shit! You're no better than him—Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” she said quickly, and before she could say his name a third time, he tried to reach out, "Lydia, please no!!! I, fuckin’ lov–" But it was too late. His ghostly form was yanked away, with the force of thunder ripping him from the living world. He was thrown into the Roadhouse, hitting the cold wooden floor with a heavy thud. “..love ya..” He choked out breathlessly. He scrambled up to his knees, about to run to her but—froze when he realized he no longer had her to run to. He fell forward landing on his palms. His breaths came rapid, erratic, his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged motions. Then it hit him..

You're no better than him.

That fucking loser. That worthless sack of shit. She had compared him to Josh of all people.A guttural, furious scream tore from his throat. His vision blurred with rage as he slammed his fists against the floor, clawing at the wood until his fingers ached causing the Roadhouse walls to rattle. He was so close to saving HIS Lydia and she just sent him away. She threw him aside like he was nothing. All because—She didn't believe him..She thought he didn't care about her. Now that FUCKER, had her all alone to himself.. Her parents weren't even home. How the hell was he supposed to protect her from his damn Roadhouse??

[psioniccrown]

⸻ PSIONIC CROWN ; ( JOSH HEUSTON, HOMOSEXUAL, CIS-MAN + HE/HIM, MAGE) «—◦—→ well met, KOVIDER “KOVI” WOLFE! the divine born child of HERA. your name sings in our ears! it’s been 23 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. before they answered the song, they were a STUDENT and were living in COLUMBUS, OHIO. history and myth will remember them for their AMBITION, MAGNETISM, & HEADSTRONGNATURE but will also magnify their IMPULSIVENESS, RESTLESSNESS, & REBELLIOUSNESS if it causes them to falter. now it is time for the world to sing their name with them.

tw: mentions of child abuse.

BASICS.

name. kovider abram wolfe. nicknames. kovi. age. 23. date of birth. december 24, 2001 at 3:17 am, berlin, germany. star signs. capricorn sun, aries moon, scorpio rising. godly parent. hera. gender. cis-man. sexual orientation. homosexual. romantic orientation. demi/homoromantic. education level. college student.

APPEARANCE.

height. 5'6". build. lean, athletic, decently muscled. enjoys running so has more of a runner's build. skin. olive toned, decent complexion, some freckles from sun damage, some rough bits of skin that never healed properly from injuries. hair. raven black, medium-long, curly/wavey. usually wears it down or pushed out of his eyes, or with a beanie. eyes. hazel-green, sometimes looks like honey, sometimes looks brighter. tattoos. this on his bicep. this on his thighs. piercings. he had his ears at one point, but they've closed. scars. he has a lot of them. a bullet wound on his upper left chest where it grazed him, rings around his wrists from fighting against hand cuffs, some slash marks along his abdomen from knife wounds, a circular branding scar on his right shoulder blade. face claim. josh heuston, though he's shorter than him. clothing style. he tends to wear clothing that will make him blend in. muted colors, mostly black, brown, gray, white, and brown and denim. oversized shirts and sweaters. beanies or a hat. he knows what he wants to wear but he's not really ever sought it out.

PERSONALITY.

core traits. honest, strong-willed, ambitious, mistrustful, charming, magnetic, self-indulgent, indifferent, restless, and rebellious. habits. goes on long runs to clear his head no matter what time it is, will talk to himself to talk through a problem, plays with a ring he wears on his left pinky finger, tends to cut up or pick his food apart before eating it and he eats very slowly, looks over his shoulder whenever he walks anywhere. quirks. wears ill-fitting clothes 90% of the time, kind of an adrenaline junkie but won't admit it, suspicious of most other people, a constant liar.

SEXUAL BEHAVIOR & INTIMACY.

sex drive. medium to high. sexual position. versatile, bottom leaning. kinks. oral (giving), rimming (receiving), choking (lightly), mostly vanilla. anti-kinks. scat, feet, watersports, pain play, blood, blindfolds. aftercare. has never indulged in it.

HISTORY.

born in berlin, germany. his father is american, his mother was who he thought was the love of his life.

has lived in over 26 different cities, over 6 different countries, and a handful of states. he won't talk about it.

his father was an extremely abusive man. plenty of his scars are from him.

when he was ten years old, who he thought was his mother at the time filed for divorce and then, when she won custody after his father went to prison, moved. they'd moved too frequently since then. she was always scared he was going to get out and find them.

he did find them, when he was sixteen.

his mother died when he was sixteen. his father went back to prison. he went into the system and then ran away.

he was a college student before all this, on an academic and athletic scholarship for running. he was so used to running away that he used that as a means to an end.

he's social, but doesn't like to be. very much an ambivert, though he tends to need space to charge his social battery. as he's gotten older, he'll randomly answer a question that he thinks someone has asked him or respond to something someone says, only for them to not have said it. he hasn't caught on that it was him hearing voices.

he was in school for psychology, specifically to get into counseling for abused children. he obviously has stopped since he's taken up the heartsong.

he's never really had a boyfriend. he knew he was gay from a young age, but never came out to his mother before she died and has only come out to a handful of people.

he lost his virginity at twenty-one.

he's only been with three sexual partners.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Noah Berlatsky at Public Notice:

Kamala Harris’s choice of Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz as her running mate is, in some respects, a standard, safe choice. Like most of her potential picks, Walz is a white man. He’s a popular Democratic governor with deep roots in the party. He’s by no means an odd or risky selection. And yet, at the same time, Harris’s choice of Walz is unusual, exciting, and even inspirational. Over the last forty years, Democrats have generally used the VP pick to try to cater to centrist swing voters. Some of Harris’s leading choices, like Pennsylvania Gov. Josh Shapiro and Arizona Sen. Mark Kelly, were in that mode. Instead, Harris chose Walz — a candidate who has a good deal of potential bipartisan appeal, but who is also well-positioned to excite Democrats, and particularly progressives. As such, Walz’s rise is a promising indication that Harris plans to continue and expand upon the approach of President Biden, who’s embraced progressive ideas and legislation as a way to unify and inspire Democratic voters.

Walz as safe pick

It’s easy to make the case for Walz as a safe, sturdy, and conventional pick for VP. He served in the National Guard for 24 years; he’s now the vice presidential candidate with the longest military career. In 1996 he left the military to to work as a high school history teacher in Mankato, Minnesota. He ran for Congress in 2006, a strong year for Democrats, and defeated six-term Republican Gil Gutknecht. He held the rural district through 2010 and 2014 — two red wave years — and even held on in 2016, when Trump won the district by 15 points. In 2018, he ran for governor and won. He won a second term in 2022. This is an impressive record, and one that seems almost custom-made for a vice presidential resume. Walz’s military record should appeal to at least some conservative voters, who tend to value military service in candidates. His strong record in a rural Trump district also testifies to his ability to reach out to red voters.

On the other hand, Walz’s experience as a teacher should play well with educators — a core Democratic constituency — and with teacher’s unions. He’s also shown himself to be exceptionally skilled at attacking Republicans. After he called Republicans “weird” on MSNBC, Democrats as a whole seized on the word to define the abortion-hating, single-women hating, book-hating weirdos in the GOP.   Walz’s conventional qualifications and strengths have made him acceptable within, and popular with, the mainstream of the Democratic Party, as evidenced by the wave of enthusiasm from mainstream party leaders.

[...]

Walz Is a Biden Democrat

Walz isn’t a leading left voice in the party, like Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, or AOC. He’s a mainstream Democrat who has been (stunningly) successful in pushing mainstream progressive Democratic priorities in Minnesota. After 2022, when Democrats won a narrow majority in the state Senate and House, the legislators and Walz passed a paid family and medical leave bill, banned LGBT conversion therapy, legislated a carbon-free electric grid by 2040, and legalized cannabis. They also restored voting rights to people released from jail, mandated gun background checks, and put in place a free school lunch program for all students, regardless of income.

That record has made Walz a darling of progressives, who have enthusiastically boosted his candidacy. It’s also the kind of record that appeals to all Democrats and makes him look a lot like another leading Democratic figure — Joe Biden. Biden came into office with a record as a moderate compromiser. He was not the choice of most progressives or leftists, who would have preferred Sanders or Warren in the 2020 primary. But once in office, Biden embraced a range of popular progressive proposals. Despite Republican (and Supreme Court) resistance, he’s pushed through billions in student debt relief. He managed to pass a bipartisan gun control bill. He passed massive investments in green energy. His administration’s aggressive antitrust enforcement has reversed decades of Democratic timidity in the face of corporate consolidation. His pro-union policies have ignited a major labor renaissance. Obviously, progressives and the left have serious differences with Biden, most notably on his continued support for Israel’s right-wing government. On many issues, though, Biden has created a new blueprint for Democratic governance — one which builds on progressive ideas and energy to craft a powerful, popular agenda that the entire party can embrace.

Kamala Harris’s pick of Tim Walz is a shrewd and smart one to complete the ticket.

[losfacedevil]

@dannyandthekiszkas you said no buuuut ya girl doesn’t listen 🤭 for you, my love ☺️

A sigh slipped past your lips as you pushed your way into the house, the pressures of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders. Everything that could have went wrong did go wrong and you wanted nothing more than to slip into cozy clothes and call it a night.

You found Josh standing in the kitchen, the kettle he had insisted on getting turned on and heating up water for the cup of tea you knew he was making for you. He turned on his heel as he heard your keys hit the top of the kitchen table. The smile on his face fell as he took in your expression. Without a word he closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms securely around your shoulders. You tended briefly, unsure of how to pull yourself out of the tangle of emotions in your mind.

“You look like you need this more than you care to let on.” He mumbled, scratching the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin where your sweatshirt had shifted. You nodded your head softly and reached out, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight bear hug. He chuckled lightly as the air in his lungs escaped him and he fought to catch his breath. Josh pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and reached up cupping the back of your head in his hand.

He alternated scratching his nails against your scalp and smoothing his hand over where he had been scratching, both motions he knew would calm you immensely. It wasn’t long before you melted into his touch, loosening your grip around his midsection and nuzzled your face against the soft white fabric of his sweatshirt, reveling in the feeling of the soft vibrations of his humming against your cheek. He swayed your bodies gently in place as the kettle began to sound in the background.

A soft chuckle escaped you as you ripped your head back and rested your chin against his sternum, glancing up at him through half hooded and tired eyes. He smiled down at you, pulling his hand around to run his finger down the length of your nose, pressing the tip of his finger to the tip of your nose and earning himself a soft smile. His eyes flickered to the screaming kettle and he nodded, running his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“You okay?” He mumbled, watching as tears sprung to your eyes and you blinked them away as you nodded.

“I am now.” You smiled, pressing up on your toes to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before unraveling your body from his. A smile spread across his face and he tapped the tip of your nose once more before making his way over to turn off the kettle.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

AMOW 5 - Interrogation

Day five of AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-a-Thon.

sorry for being late with these real life is trying to swallow me.

Also i never knew how much writing relied on my mouse until it started dying.

More from the Soulmarks AU that was never meant to be more than a one shot. Elijah just wants to go back to his apartment unfortunately things aren't that simple. Josh regrets his life.

Also know as Soulmarks part 5(part four unwritten)

Soulmates tend to help vampire reconnect to their humanity

My headcanon for Vampires in this is they have heartbeats just slower than normal humans and while they do breath it’s more due to habit and tend to stop/forget when they sleep.

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When the wolves that were his soulmates finally decided that he understood he was theirs enough to actually leave him alone, Elijah had waited until he was sure they wouldn’t reappear before he pushed himself up and headed back to where he had left his car.

Jackson had explained what to expect after warning him that he couldn’t just return to the city since they now knew he was their soulmarked, they would likely follow, Elijah hadn’t been exactly pleased with the idea of being stuck between the pair of them acting mostly on instinct but with Hayley agreeing he had given in and they had called Marcel to collect Hope before the Full moon vanished.

None of them wanted Klaus to come, and Hayley had explained that much to Marcel while Elijah was getting a steep education on what soulmarks meant to the crescent pack and such from Jackson, he had heard some of it second hand from Hayley when she first met the pack but it was far more when he was being faced him it.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that unlike Hayley he didn’t have the instincts and basics already there to help understand half of what Jackson explained and was instead dealing with his own complications from his marks. 

His soul mates over the centuries had always managed to remind him of what being human had felt like no matter how distant he grew they had pulled him back, perhaps it was because of the claim Celeste had held after her death that he had grown so distant since it, but none had ever affected him like their touch had. 

It wasn't just the warm safe feeling that consumed his body and kept distracting him.

The fact that it had somehow made his heartbeat return to human speed and rhythm was a little terrifying, it would be fascinating if it was happening to someone else and if it hadn’t revealed him as lying when he had attempted to tell them he had no interest in being part of their relationship.

When that had failed he had tried to explain how being with him would put them at risk only to be cut off, they both reminded him they were already in danger and Hayley made it quite clear she wasn't letting her chance of having both her soulmates go while Jackson had silenced him similarly by reminding him they were marked as a set, the feeling of Jackson’s wrist marked with his own runes pressed against Jackson’s name of his neck had stolen his breath for a moment.

So he had given in and found himself mostly pinned or guarded by the pair in the days following when the curse returned, and he was going to keep most of what happened during those days to himself, like the fact 

Jackson spent most of the time laying on him or grooming him or that Hayley had decided to prove her hunting ability by bringing him prey, the deer she dragged back had left bloodstains all over his pants.

His car wasn’t there when he reached the clearing, instead his annoyance climbed when instead he found Josh waiting by his own car.

“Where’s my car?” he asked, appearing behind him and while taking a mild delight as the younger vampire jumped, still it did nothing to truly lighten his mood, after three days trapped in the woods he wanted a shower, a clean set of clothes, a drink; blood and something stronger, and if he was lucky sleeping in his bed, he didn’t have the patience for smalltalk.

“Shit!” the other exclaimed as he jumped swearing again when he realised who he was looking at. “Why did it have to be my turn?” he caught Josh muttering to himself.

“Turn?” he raised an eyebrow and ignored the way Josh was looking at him.

His suit was covered in dirt and stains, his tie had left with Hope, his hair was out of place, he had only just managed to tame it, he had more dried wolf saliva on him than he had ever thought possible and his marks were bare. 

“Err yeah they- your family was concerned when you didn't return with Hope. So someone took your car and we set up a schedule to wait for you.” he was told as he followed back to the car, he had explained to Freya that she didn’t need to worry and he had everything under control but he should have expected something like this, Freya was understandably protective after so long held apart but thinking about them.

“What time is it?” he asked as he opened the door, he could try to work it out from the sun placement but he had grown used to the ease of watches and phones and was currently too tired to drag up the old knowledge.

“Four, forty two.” Josh answered, however the question seemed to remind him as he suddenly asked. “What happened to your phone?”

‘Hayley ate it’. He didn’t say, but that was another thing to blame on his brother, the pair were mostly fine with him using the phone until they had heard Niklaus’ voice and he then it was only his supernatural speed that saved him having his hand taken along with it, it was sheer luck he had managed to retrieve his sim for the wreckage. 

He didn't answer and instead slipped into the car, taking the passenger seat, not caring enough to argue despite how much he would have preferred driving.

He needed something to get his mind off them, leaving them stuck in that shape, controlled by instincts. It was bad when he only had to deal with his feelings for Hayley but Jackson's unconditional acceptance of him and the strange feeling they touch had caused had left him aching.

“Did the battery die or something? That why you stopped answering?”

He needed to speak to Freya since he had an idea on how to break the curse using their marks, he’d been the target of most the lash back which made convincing Freya likely more difficult but if it broke the curse sooner, Hope wouldn’t lose any more time with her mom and if it works as he thinks it might it should ensure the pack was protected from the curse ever again.

“The marks are new?” Elijah couldn’t stop himself from stiffening at the words, he had hoped they could ignore that but unfortunately Josh continued, “Andrea, that’s Hayley’s birth name isn’t it?”

He took a breath and tried to ignore the other, besides himself only one other person knew the about the marks and that was Klaus since he had walked in on Elijah covering them once and had likely seen Elijah’s runes on Hayley during Hope’s contraception. Sadly Josh didn’t take the face glare he sent him as the warning and kept talking.

“So that explains why your looking un-mauled, we thought maybe the pack decided to get revenge on you for- but Hayley wouldn’t allow that, or Jackson now, so how long since you knew?“

“Joshua, is this an interrogation?” he asked with a mild smile that didn’t cover the ice in his voice.

“No sorry,” the boy apologised and returned to watching the road. “I'll just be quiet.”

—

The car was silent following that until they entered the city proper and Elijah noted the route they were taking.

“This isn’t the way back to my place.” He reminded Josh, his apartment was two turns back, this was the way back to The Abattoir.  

“Err- um- you see i have other orders-” Josh started nervously 

“That’s a shame,” he commented before ordering “turn around.” he didn’t have the patience to deal with Niklaus or Marcellus at the current moment and speaking to Freya could wait until after a shower and change of clothes.

“Sorry man, you're terrifying” Josh explained “but against Marcel, Klaus and, your sister, we’re both outnumbered.

“Are you currently on vervain?” he asked pleasantly, his smile widening when the other stiffened before slowly answering him with a nervous glance towards him from the road. 

“No.”

“Excellent.” he announced beaming, “Now take me back to my place and tell them I made you or I'll throw you out of this car and take myself back.” He told him with a smile. At lease he gave him a choice and an excuse.

“We really don't need to-” Josh started.

“I will be having a shower, a drink and a change of clothes before I face my family.” He explained slowly, “You don’t want get in the way of that, do you?”

“5” he started to count after a moment too long without a reply.

“Wait! Come on there your family there just worried” Josh tried.

“4” he called over the other’s attempt at delaying, 

“3” he spoke as Josh starred, apparently doubting Elijah’s seriousness.

“Fine.” the younger vampire sighed, realising the futility of arguing against him.

Josh turned the car around.

“Good choice.” He told him, the rest of the car drive was thankfully absent of words.

—-

Elijah's hair was still wet from his shower when the knocking started.

‘Almost’ he thought as he looked at his bed longingly, he had managed a hot shower, thrown on one of his more comfortable suits and a glass of blood before he had heard the car he recognized park below his apartment. 

“Elijah.” Freya's voice called lightly.

Let the real Interrogation begin, he thought as he let out a sigh when Klaus voice joined Freya’s from behind the door,

"BROTHER."

[daimonclub]

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[frightmeister]

given that it Tis The Day for it i've been brooding on Josh and intimacy/relationships/etc.

It's somewhat hard to describe/explain but what it kind of boils down to is Josh does absolutely has a dark streak and severe issues around forming healthy attachments. these things weren't as noticeable nor as big of problem until after his sisters die and the "prank", then it's really obvious, at least to him and anyone who really knows him well enough.

It's not that surprising that he has a dark/cruel streak given how deeply messed up his plan was which can then interact with his other problems and sexual interests that normally would've been fine in unideal ways. When he's fully fixated on a partner he can get iffy about things like boundaries and end up stalking them or generally pushing his luck on what's okay with them.

He also increasingly struggles with fears of isolation/abandonment/rejection/loss. He's a deeply loving and social person, he genuinely does better when he has at least one person he can depend on and take care of. He's really not at all someone who's built to handle alone time. When he had Beth and Hannah he was probably at his best, even when they didn't know he was struggling they were still his rock. His parents are busy working types and for all his popularity he's struggled to keep a relationship either because there were ulterior motives from the start (ex. hollywood connections, just looking fora good time) or his weirdness stopped being quirky and started being more than they wanted to deal with. He's very easily hurt by rejection and after losing the twins, just the idea of his partner not loving him as much as they used to can set him spiraling.

Naturally this is shit he's working on in therapy but it's also something he's never going to be fully free of. He can be very possessive, sometimes even controlling. He needs a lot of reassurance and patience -- and sometimes that even isn't enough because people can die out of the blue. it can lead him to doing things like putting trackers on his partner's car, tracing their phone, etc. -- not because he doesn't trust them but because he's scared of losing them or something bad happening. He likes having a lot of control in the bedroom in part because having someone trust him with their safety when in that position is very soothing for him. He also tends to romanticize the slasher/final girl dynamic because he imposes himself on the slasher (half power fantasy/half self loathing) and finds that kind of girl so attractive. He can fool himself into thinking a lot of unacceptable behaviors are romantic or somehow okay out of pure desperation. The idea of people leaving him again just really sets him off. Probably the two times he's at his MOST dangerous even YEARS after he's like, stable and shit, is if you cross what he considers a line with one of "his people" (friend/family/lover/etc) or if he thinks one of those people is going to cut ties with him.

[galaxy-fleur]

OC Profile Case 05: William Roy

Additional information:

Age (at the time of first appearance): 24.

Height: 165 cm.

Affiliation: BSAA.

Appearances: RE3, RE5, DI.

Strengths and skills: Highly knowledgeable in B.O.W. research and development, can easily take on the role of medical professional in the instance of an injury, high emotional intelligence.

Flaws and weaknesses: Gets emotionally overwhelmed in combat, a bit rusty on combat training, anxious.

Relationships:

Romantic connection: Jill Valentine, (former) Carlos Oliveira.

Familial relationship: Aruna Wella.

Closest friends: Rebecca Chambers, Natasha Stakh, Barry Burton, Josh Stone.

On good terms: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy.

Acquaintances: Claire Redfield, Wendy Lloyd, Sheva Alomar.

Negative relationship: Albert Wesker, Dave Newman, Nicholai Ginovaef, Chaewon Lee.

Brief Summary:

- William was unlucky enough to get caught up in the middle of the Racoon City outbreak, staying over at a friend's house to watch his pet bird at the time. He managed to stay relatively safe just by locking himself away and trying to save his resources. Unfortunately, as days passed and situation only got worse with no end in sight, he was forced to leave the apartment building and try to make his way out of the city.

- He stumbles onto Jill Valentine by pure luck, with her saving him from an infected individual in just the right nick of time. While he's inexperienced, she's not willing to let another innocent civilian die, so she offers him her help, at least for the time being, which he accepts.

- Despite him not being all that helpful in combat, he does prove himself quite useful by treating injuries and offering handy information along the way. He also accompanies Carlos in his efforts to find a working vaccine to cure Jill. While initially viewed as a simple, scared civilian to protect, he earns genuine respect of them both after doing everything in his power to ensure that they all get out safe.

- After witnessing all the horror of bioterrorism first hand, he joins the ranks of BSAA to hopefully ensure that no more innocent people would have to suffer through something similar. While he does eventually become a seasoned operator who can hold his own just fine, he switches over to the anti-B.O.W. research department instead, working alongside his sister.

- Jill stuck by him through most of his initial training, helping him out when needed and encouraging him whenever he was faced with doubts. It's in this time period where he learns from her of what happened in the Arklay Mountains first hand, and just how much influence Umrella really had.

- Carlos and Will had a romantic relationship for a year before splitting up due to them both having little time to invest in a proper relationship. There are no bad feelings between them, and Carlos still tends to tease him on these times together whenever they meet up again.

- William refused to believe that Jill was truly dead when she disappeared. That denial put a real strain on his relationship with Aruna, who was very concerned for him and the way he refused to accept reality. On the other hand, that shared grief and a sense of guilt pushed him and Chris to grow closer to one another.

- William accompanies Chris, Sheva and Aruna during the events of RE5. Although he splits up from the group to stay with Jill once she breaks out of her mind control. From then on, he accompanies her and Josh on their mission instead, hoping the rest are safe in the meantime.

- Along with Aruna, he has stayed with Jill for the majority of her recovery. Seeing what Wesker has done to her riddled him with guilt, even though there was nothing he could have done. Their relationship becomes somewhat distant, with both of them dealing with regrets that were technically out of their control. But he does stay by her side regardless. He ends up scolding her alongside Chris for her recklessness on the job in the beginning of DI.

- In duration of Death Island, William plays a rather vital part for Jill's decision to let go of the past and forgive herself, with Dylan singling him out to threaten his life to her directly. After Aruna and Rebecca supply everyone with vaccines, he immediately goes out to look for Jill, though they don't have the time to talk properly before mutated Dylan makes his appearance.

- The do, however, share a much needed heartfelt conversation with each other post-DI, essentially letting go of regrets that pushed them away from one another and agreeing to start looking forward into the future from now on instead. They get together as a couple approximately a year after DI takes place.

Trivia:

- Carlos is the one who initiated any romantic interactions between the two, starting with some playful flirting to distract the poor guy from all the chaos happening around (much to Jill's annoyance), and ending with genuine appreciation for his good heart and determination to do what's right. Carlos was also William's first wake-up call to being bi!

- Out of all his negative relationships, the only one that is genuinely hateful is one with Wesker, and that is solely for what he did to Jill. Wesker is also the only instance of Will wanting to kill someone with his own two hands. The only reason why he didn't, is because he didn't have the heart to leave Jill. He specifically tells Chris to 'give him hell for me' before they part.

- His hatred for Wesker also projects onto Dave. In contrast to his sister, William never managed to forgive him for his part in Wesker's plans. Nobody blames him for it, not even Aruna herself. While his feelings do mellow out through the years, the grudge and unease will always be there.

- William doesn't like Christmas. Which is a bit funny, because Aruna loves it. His annoyance stems from his parents always making him decorate the entire house for the holidays and cook the Christmas dinner. He does come to like it eventually, but he's still noticeably pouty whenever Christmas rush comes around.

- William and Carlos are the ones that find passed out Natasha by pure chance. It's thanks to William's medical skills that she survives. In a way, both Jill and Natasha have William to thank for keeping them safe, even if he had little to none combat skills at the time. He had other ways of protecting those he wanted to protect.

- William and Rebecca can often be seen working or just spending time together as friends. With them both sharing a passion for science and a preference for sweets, having lunch together became a common pass time.

- William has a secret passion for writing. Specifically mystery novels and science fiction. He often gives Jill his drafts to get her feedback. In a world without bioterrorism, he probably would have become a teacher.

Nicknames:

- Will (by Aruna, Claire, Rebecca, Carlos).

- Tater Tot (by Carlos).

Miscellaneous:

- William/Jill playlist

1 - Picrew Link

2 - Picrew Link

3 - by me!

4 - Link

Picrew used for main pic - Here!

[shades-of-sapphire]

We are in this together

As she pushed the door to the back room and found him and his coffee waiting for her already, she was a little surprised.

He had told her that he still had a couple of things to take care of, so she expected him to be late – and saw that as a good thing, since she felt she would need all the time she could get to prepare herself for what's coming. Nevertheless, as he lifted his face from whoever he was texting on his phone and lit up with a smile as his eyes landed on her, she couldn't help but feel the same old joy she always did whenever she saw him smile. And, despite everything, a bit of relief. "Hi," he said, his voice a warm honey, as if he was only about to start his day instead of just went through one. 

She almost grimaced, but managed to reconstruct it into a smile halfway. "I thought you still had things to do?" 

"Delegated them to Josh." 

"And he is okay with it?" 

He grinned. "He has to, doesn't he? I'm the leader; he answers to me." 

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help a short chuckle. Maybe being the leader of a global pop boy band did earn him the right to be cocky sometimes. "I guess he is your vice president." 

"Besides, he understood completely when I told him the reason." 

"Which is?" 

"A late night, back-alley rendezvous with my secret girlfriend." 

This time a proper laugh escaped her, though a short one. "You make it sound way more interesting than it is." 

"Did I lie, though? This may not be a back alley, but it's a back room, so it still counts." He patted the chair next to him, despite knowing perfectly well that she would sit across him – she always preferred facing him instead of beside him, relishing every second of the limited time she got to see him in person and not just through her screens. "Are you going to stand there all night?" 

"Even if I am, it is still technically a rendezvous." She still made her way towards the table anyway; she didn't think standing up all night will make delivering the news any easier. 

"Yeah, a lame one. Hello, now." He took hold of one of her hands, meaning to press his lips in the faintest of kiss on the back of her fingers as he always did whenever they met, but stopped midway. "Hey, these are cold. Like, ice cold." 

"Well." She was a little terrified, and nervous beyond belief, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Not yet. 

"But you didn't drive here, no? So couldn't be from the car air-con." He frowned. "What is it?" 

Before she could answer, the door swung open, revealing the waiter bringing her tea. Being the popstar that he was, as well as a long-time best friend of said waiter, gave him the right to a special private room in the back of the cafe, where he had most of his "late night rendezvous" with his "secret girlfriend". She would miss these, she thought to herself as she watched him banter with his best friend, would miss the entire thing: the cafe, the tea, the waiter, him. Despite being lost in thoughts, she didn't miss the chance to flash a smile as the lovely waiter excused himself. 

As the door shut back closed, she saw his smile – from the previous banter with the best friend – faltered as he focused his eyes back to her. "Now tell me." 

"Tell you what?" 

"Come on." He squeezed her hand – which, she just realized, he did not let go of, not once since he first took it when she sat down across him. "Something is wrong. Tell me." 

Having known him for almost thirteen years now, three of which with special privileges as his "secret girlfriend", she knew perfectly well there was no use of stalling, no use of sugar-coating. So she cut straight to the chase. "You remember the dull ache that I've been feeling for a while now?" He nodded; she thought she saw him straightened up, as if bracing himself, but it might have been only in her head. "So I went to see a doctor..." 

To his credit, he didn't interrupt, not even once, which was a little out of his character because by default he was always very curious and tend to fire away questions along the way. Nor did he let go of her hand, his fingers absentmindedly maneuvering themselves to interlace with hers, giving them the warmth she lacked. He listened carefully and patiently, waited through her every small pauses and occasional inhales, eyes glued to her even when hers darted away from him during the harder parts. She thought she saw him paled nearing the end of her monologue, which was the second hardest part for her, but it might have been only in her head. 

His first questions were entirely technical; expected symptoms, early medication, upcoming treatments, side effects. She could visibly see him trying to wrap all the information around his head, trying to understand every terms he clearly hadn't heard of before, what did they translate to, what did they mean for her. He looked so earnest, so eager to understand; she thought about telling him to stop because what's the point anyway, but she didn't get the chance because once the stream of questions started, they just didn't stop. 

As expected from his train of thoughts, once he got all the technicalities out of the way, he moved on to her; how did she feel earlier when she first heard the news, how did she feel now, was there any physical pain she's feeling. It almost teared her up, his sincerity, his attention to details, his hands that were now both holding hers, his obvious love for her. She'd called them feelings at first, but at this point even she could no longer deny that he loved her with all his heart, and that didn't make the whole thing any easier for her. She felt the tremble on the edge of her voice as she answered his questions one by one, hoping she wouldn't crack open halfway. 

The next batch was not as hard but a little tricky, and he started with, "When is your biopsy scheduled?" 

That triggered her to intervene before it went too far – before he went too far. "Tomorrow, but it's no – " 

"Tomorrow," he cut her off, though absentmindedly because he didn't mean to. His eyes shot up to his right, brows furrowed; an expression too familiar for her, one that always appeared whenever he tried to figure out his crazy abundant schedules. "Sorry, could you hold that for a while? I'll make some calls first before it's getting too late." 

"But – " Before she could say anything else, he took out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and started making calls already. There were at least half a dozen of them, all to different people, but all had the same message: that he couldn't come to something tomorrow due to a personal emergency. On some of the calls he spelled out only the barest minimum of details ("have a sudden appointment that I can't miss"), but on the few others he was a bit more specific ("something came up and I need to be with my girlfriend"). On the last one, however, he did mention her by name, so she figured it had to be one of his bandmates, most likely the aforementioned vice president Josh who was his closest confidante. He did apologize on every one of the calls, some more polite and formal, the others more heartfelt and personal. He worked fast, each calls short but effective, all with only one hand as he kept the other one on hers. Fascinated, she couldn't bring herself to interrupt. 

"Alright, all done," he finally said. He put his phone down on the table, screen facing up – something he rarely did when he's with her, as he usually put his phone inside his pocket to "not get disturbed". This time it looked like he's doing it intentionally, probably to keep an eye on any after effects he had to deal with after the previous phone calls. "I'll be with you the entire day tomorrow." 

"No," she said quickly, before she lost her nerve. 

He blinked, taken aback. "No?" 

"No. You're not coming." 

Took him four seconds to process the words. "What do you mean, I'm not coming? Of course I'm coming. What else do you think those phone calls were about? I'm cleared for the day tomorrow, I'm taking you to every tests and appointments you have." 

"But – " She shook her head, trying to get some clarity back to her mind. Despite the almost thirteen years of knowing him, she did not see this coming. He overwhelmed her. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I was about to end things with you." 

This time he needed a bit more than four seconds to process, and when he's done, he spoke slowly – another thing that was out of his character, as he was a very busy man who's used to doing everything as quickly as possible because he often didn't have enough time. "End things with me? What do you mean, end things with me?" 

"As in us." She made a swiping gesture in the air, going back and forth between the two of them. This was the hardest part of tonight which she'd spent most time preparing for, yet she still couldn't do it properly. "We can't continue this anymore now. We shouldn't." 

His phone lit up several times with several text messages. He only paid them the shortest of glance, probably only making sure that they are texts and not calls, before fixating his eyes back on her. "Wait, back up. Where are all this nonsense coming from?" 

"It's not nonsense." She's taking the pathetic way out by choosing the least important bit of his question to pick on, but it was what she could manage. Baby steps, she told herself. "This is my own problem to deal with. By myself." 

He blinked several times, still wearing the same bewildered look he had since the first no. "Why can't I make it my problem too?" 

"Exactly. You will make it your problem too, but that doesn't mean you should. Like just now, cancelling all your schedules tomorrow just for my stupid biopsy? I can't let you do that, it's unfair." 

"Unfair for who, exactly?" His voice started rising, but he just sounded incredulous and nothing else. 

She started raising her voice too, but for her it was out of frustration, which was not a good sign. "For you, and the people around you! Look, you already have tons of responsibilities, I cannot possibly add another burden for you." 

He scoffed and pushed himself farther to the back of his chair, releasing her hand for the first time as he folded his arms across his chest. "You are not a burden. Never. I wouldn't've slipped you that note at school thirteen years ago if I ever thought getting close with you would be a burden." 

"You couldn't have known that back then! You do now, though, you know that being with me – a sick me, who will be focusing on treatment – would only add another worry to your already-full plate, a big chunk at that too, and it's not fair for you and for the people who depend on you. So yeah, we'll be better off on our separate ways." 

"But what about my feelings?" he finally snapped. They've fought before, both over calls and in-person, and it was always flared by his first snap. "Or my happiness? Because it's you! Going on separate ways with you equals letting go of my happiness. Is that what you want? Strip me off my happiness?" 

"You're missing my point earlier," she hissed. "I will be focusing on my treatments, put it over everything including you, so what's the point of keep being together if I can't even prioritize you, can't even make you happy?" 

His phone lit up again, more rapidly this time. He barely saw it; he didn't seem to care. "Does it ever occur to you," he whispered, and somehow it was always worse than his yells, "that you don't have to do anything to make me happy? Don't have to prioritize me or anything – you just... coexist with me, and that'll be enough." 

"Again, you're missing my point – it won't be fair to you! Maybe me doing nothing feels enough for you, but it is not enough for me, it will always make me feel useless because I don't bring anything to the table in the relationship, do you get that? Of course you don't," she spat out a venomous laugh. "The responsible and dependable leader, you have never and will never be useless your whole life. You have millions of people worshiping you, of course you will never be useless." 

It hit him spot on because he'd always hated seeing her feeling small because of his job, and she knew perfectly well that it did hurt him, but it was necessary to help him see reason. It seemed like it shook him pretty bad because he lost his words for a while. "This is it then?" he finally said after a few tense, silent moments. "Thirteen years, the last three of which we managed to conquer every obstacle standing our way – my job, the fans, the press, the not seeing each other for months – all of them down the drain, all just because of a stupid cancer? You're giving me up just like that?" 

This time it hit her – and she knew he did it on purpose, too. "I'm not giving you up," she said sharply. "I'm setting you free." 

"Setting me f – no, I can't do this right now. I need a minute." He jumped up, kicking his chair backwards in the process, and scurried out of the room. He often did this, leave during an argument, mostly to avoid being too angry with her and said something he would regret, only to come back again later with cooler head and some senses back. 

Alone, she realized that she was breathing heavily, though it didn't help with the heavy pain in her chest at all – the same one she always felt whenever she fought with him. It did somewhat help her to not break down and cry then and there. But still, her everywhere hurt, and it's not because of the stupid cancer; it's the thought of losing him, of having to let him go, of having to give up the late-night rendezvous, the sleep calls, the thrill of going out on a date in public without getting caught, the joy of just talking to him every day, be it in person or through exchanged texts. She didn't want to let all that go, but she also didn't really have a choice now, did she? 

He'd left his phone on the table, and it lit up for the umpteenth time, only this time it was a call instead of a text. She wasn't going to care – to be frank, she was half-considering to just leave, a cowardly move that might be better for the both of them – but she made the mistake to check the caller name, and it was the aforementioned vice president. Knowing the bond he shared with his group members, she knew they must've been worried for him, especially after the phone calls earlier and the lack of further explanation afterwards, and it's not fair for them. So she made the mistake of her life to reach for the phone – she didn't even realize that she was clutching the table so hard until then – and took the call. "Hi, it's me. He's currently outside." 

"Oh, hello! Are you okay?" The voice switched from pleasantly surprised to audibly worried in seconds. "He mentioned something about you being ill and getting tests tomorrow?" 

"It's just a small thing, no worries. He overreacted, is all. Definitely didn't worth cancelling out all his schedules." 

"He would've anyway," said another familiar voice, and she realized the vice president was still with some of the boys, maybe even putting her on loudspeaker. "He would clear out his schedules even if it's just a fever. He loves you that much." 

Her laugh was short and forced, though she hoped they hadn't noticed. There's just something in the way it was thrown out so casually, as if it was just a well-known fact amongst the boys, that made her hurt even more. "I'm sorry," she managed. 

"Nah, please don't be. You're probably the best thing that's ever happened to him in a very long time, and we've known him for nine years now." 

"He's always the happiest with you," another member joined in. "And it always helps everyone when he's happy." 

She felt the first drop fell on her cheek, her previous efforts to keep them in went to waste. "No, you guys are his most precious everything, I'm sure of that." 

She was pretty sure she succeeded in keeping her tears out of her voice, but the vice president sounded a little suspicious and worried. "You okay? Not fighting or anything?" 

There were groans. "Please don't! He's hellish whenever you guys fight." 

She forced another laugh. "No, he'll be fine." Blinked, another drop rolled down to her chin, and it was hard to stop the others after that one. "But please do keep looking after him, yeah?" 

"Of course. You too. Good luck on your tests tomorrow! Hope you feel better soon." 

She nearly dropped the phone in her frantic effort to wipe the tears away before he came back, both to no avail because they just wouldn't stop and he was already back. He saw the tears first – he always noticed quickly whenever something is wrong – and made towards the chair next to her, ignoring her seating preferences. All pain and anger were washed away from his face in no time, leaving just the worry. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?" 

"No." Not a physical one, anyway. "The boys called your phone. I picked up because I thought they'd be worried about you." 

"Oh." The relief was obvious as he let out a shuddering exhale. "Were they giving you a hard time? Jokes went overboard?" 

"No, never. It's just – " She stopped, trying to collect herself. "Why do you have to make it very hard for me to let you go?" 

His gaze over her softened. "It doesn't have to be like that, you know. You don't have to let me go." 

She sighed. "Are we really going over this again?" 

"Wait, let me ask you something." He reached for her shoulders and turned her to face him. Now that she did, she could see just what the minute of cooling down outside did to him; he looked way more level-headed now, his thinking self clearly taking over his previously dominating feeling self. "Just – humor me. Have I ever, during our thirteen years of knowing each other, especially for the last amazing three as your secret boyfriend, made you happy?" 

The question was so random she thought of giving him an unserious answer for a second, but then she realized how sincere and vulnerable he looked; a rare sight, even for her, because he was just that tough and indestructible most of the time. So she opted for a scoffed, "Of course." 

"More often than not?" he urged. 

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, more often than not. What's this about?" 

"Good. Here's my thought process." She nearly laughed because he sounded almost businesslike all of a sudden, but held herself. "You just said that I make you happy more often than not. And we both already know that my happiness revolves around you, always. Shouldn't that be enough?" 

Expecting a way longer business proposal, she blinked at the sudden question. "Pardon?" 

 "The way you phrased our relationship earlier – all those nonsense about not prioritizing me and not bringing anything to the table, you make it sound like we have to do something to be in this, like there's some sort of a chore list. But there is no chore list." He shook her shoulders not too gently. "Truth is, we make each other happy, and that's good enough a reason for us to be together. Don't you think?" 

She pondered this for a while. The more she thought about it, the more it sounded an awful lot like the very definition of love; to be around each other just because you make each other happy. "But..." 

He sighed loudly. "Oh, dear God, I thought I got you already." 

"Even sick me?" she pursued persistently. "Will sick me be enough to make you happy?" 

"You're missing my point earlier," he threw her words back to her in a terrifyingly good impersonation. "Didn't I say that you just have to coexist with me and I will be the happiest man?" He chuckled reluctantly. "The boys always tease me to no end about this. They say I'm such a sap because I'm always happiest, always in my best behavior after getting my dose of you. So yes, any version of you is always better than no you. Much better." 

She held his gaze for a while. He still looked sincere and vulnerable, but now those eyes were showing his iron-hard determination, too. And determined had been what he was since forever; it was what had gotten him to where he was now, both as an artist and as her partner. Having known him for almost thirteen years, she knew nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted once he set his mind to it, and apparently of all the things in the world he had set his mind to be with her. Alas, she could not possibly intervene with such major force. "So, we're in this together then?" 

He beamed. His hands went up to both side of her face, thumbs tracing the dried tears on her cheeks, then pulled her in for a kiss. "Of course, love. I won't have it any other way." 

Knowing that she had someone – the best partner she could've asked for, too – battling alongside her, was as terrifying as it was reassuring. But one thing she knew for sure, it would be better now because they were in this together. 

: hey Josh, did something happen on the call with her earlier?  : Define something?  : idk, she seemed a little... sentimental afterwards.  : Ah. We may or may not have ratted you out on how huge of a sap you are for her, and how hellish you get when you're in a fight  : Did we get you in trouble?  : no. actually, you may have just saved my life.  : Were you guys fighting? I thought she sounded a little weird  : we were. she almost broke up with me  : DUDE WHAT  : like I said, may have just saved my life  : Glad we did then. You definitely won't survive a day without her. 

[lonelydiamondheart]

idk how to start this but i guess i’m going in order with what you said,

yes, he has always been pretty open about his beliefs and opinions politically, voting was literally the only thing he waited for when he turned 18, and he has been practically educating everyone ever since. Also, not about this, but the fact that he’s been losing followers is not new either, and in my opinion it’s not because of the fandom or the dramas (cuz fr who cares about Inde?), but let’s consider that many people had followed him for his looks in Scream, and he no longer looks like that + as you already said, he’s not a content creator to be posting all the time, something people don’t like

Personally i think that his friendship with Josh and Hayley doesn’t exist anymore, and I really think that Haley is like their favorite child (maybe because she might have more time with them, because she straightly focuses on training and competences, etc.) and yes, it’s weird for all of us to see that he doesn’t talk to Josh as he used to when we would see them together a lot, but we can’t blame them for preferring Haley (or maybe we could), and him for setting boundaries, he has all the right to push himself away from people he doesn’t want to be around

Jack’s fandom is pretty toxic as it is, sometimes not just from a person but a whole group. They insult each other, sexualize jack, copy ideas, etc. we’ve even got to a point where they’re selfish enough to call people who have been noticed by him “full of themselves” or “believe they’re intimate friends with him”, and believe me, it’s been a whole talk about the situation of him not being active. he absolutely has the right to stay as private as he wants, and i’m def thankful that compared to other fandoms, we still get a glimpse of his life, but what’s sad is that he hasn’t shown to care about his job either, when freaky tales release date was announced, the other cast members shared about it, because it was definitely a movie we were waiting for, but he didn’t do the same, i thought he’d post it later as he did when Avatar 3 name was announced, but he didn’t :c but i guess this also goes to the part of idealizing an idol, that at the end of the day, it just ends up wrong for the fan, not others.

the duncanuyes account has talked about had been a fan of both, Jack and Inde, and i am honestly surprised to see how they were able to find the information from even before they knew them, they’re in a very neutral position, speaking about them both and not only one sided, that one review is from depop, btw, they said it, and another user confirmed the reviews can only be left when the product is marked as “sent”, so take your conclusions on that, i’ve never used that app 

i’m sorry to say this, but you can’t speak about parasocial when your content is erotic about a character he played at 17! i understand you or others like it and it’s your type of content, but sometimes we gotta consider our own stuff too when it comes to this

so yeah, i try to see this in a very neutral position too, because i know they both did wrong and i genuinely feel bad for Ty. as you said, the way they started is the way they’re gonna end, i was really hoping that jack would mark his limits just as he did with haley, but well, us young people tend to do the complete opposite of what we see, are told, or believe 💀 and at the end, the consequences are gonna be just on them

https://www.tumblr.com/realhotgirlshitah/770698535437041664/also-listen-listen-his-ex-gf-like-with-all-her

NOW THATS WHAT GETS ME- I feel like BECAUSE of his ex gf, he’s been more like “guys go vote!” “Vote blue!” Like does he acc care or is this to like restate his image???? Idk Jack’s just weird bro. Him having weird gfs T-W-I-C-E. Like if it was a mistake the first time, then ya did it again pal! 😭 ALSO, I had no idea Josh’s wife was a trumpie, that feels like it reinstates Jack”s “vote blue” shit is just performative…like if he broke up with Haley bc she was a trump supporter, and still like acted all liberal, but still fw Josh and his wife, then ain’t it really all just performative??? And people are really arguing and being like “hey Jack isn’t a homewrecker bc there’s no home to wreck! ain’t wasn’t a marriage” SHUT UP BRO 😭 IF A GIRL WAS TRYNA GET WITH HIM WHILE HE WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP YALL WOULD DRAG HER UP AND DOWN THE CURB.

Another thing I will say is that I don’t think that him being liberal is super performative considering the fact that his mother has always openly been a leftist who advocates for women’s, lgbt and poc rights! She also has taken Jack to a bunch of rallies and educated him on these topics which he has been open about way before haley as well which is super important to note.

HOWEVER… I do believe that the people you surround yourselves with is a good representation of what beliefs you hold which is what has me so split. Haley and Hayley, support shitty causes which wasn’t a good look for Jack but there’s also still people like his mother, Romeo and Willa that hold and represent very different beliefs.

Also Josh himself I do believe is a liberal but it’s just his wife that ms questionable. Very important to note that he’s quite high profile personal trainer in the industry who was hired to work with Jack since he was 14 so to me it makes sense why they haven’t been cut off or kicked to the curb. Contracts aside, Josh has been a big brother/father figure to him through an integral period of his life and career so that’s another thing I’m split on. It’s still fuck Josh for encouraging a relationship with Haley in the first place but overall it kind of makes it make more sense that Jack gravitated towards her so much

The whole thing with Inde is a whole mess though and weirds me out. If Jack homewrecked, that’s very odd of him and im huge believer in how you get someone is how you lose them when it comes to cheating so I guess we’ll see.

But the way a lot of his fans have approached this, is SUPER odd to me. I’ve seen the stuff of Duncanyes insta and though I see where they’re coming from, their content, commentary and stuff said by their moots puts me off. For them and a lot of other Jack stans, it’s way too parasocial and very unhealthy. I cannot stand when people believe that celebrities owe them something just because they’ve shown them support. I would definitely hate if I was in that situation and people spoke about me as if I owe them my entire career and obedience. Yes fans are the reason why celebrities are who they are but I genuinely believe that acknowledging and appreciating the support they’re given is enough. The issue is so many fans are stuck on the belief that they’re entitled to controlling their fave’s life and that they must upkeep that image of them they’ve created in their head. Trying to find the balance as a celeb must be exhausting especially at such a young age.

I think Jack is a good person and overall means well, he’s made a couple of mistakes but it’s so easy to make assumptions and it’s normal to feel a sense of disappointment. For me that’s why more than anything you’ll see me wrote content about his character, particularly Ethan, as opposed to him

That’s not to say I wont write any Jack content! That lil white boy is FOINE. But like i said, Im not one for feeding too much into parasocial relationships with real people and expecting complete perfection from them

Thanks for yapping with me though anon! I love you REAL BAD 😌😌❤️

[milly1111]

Blindly Trapped Prt 2

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Everything. (+18 only.) This one gets a lil wild. As we all know Beetlejuice is a perv..sex, swearing, domestic abuse, gore etc.

(NO minor should be on my tumblr anyways, sorry kids. Byeeeee.)

“Lydia!” Josh scooped her up in his arms as he gave her a tight hug. She grunted to the suffocating hug, and immediately tried to pull away, by pushing back on his chest. Josh laughed and pulled back slightly, “Now how is my favorite woman doing?” He asked, looking at her face. He noticed how messy her hair was. Just barely up in a bun, her eyeliner was smudged. Her shoulders sagged carrying a heavy weight of tiredness. Her eyes that are swollen, puffy ringed with red, noting there was some emotional turmoil she didn’t speak about. Then the layer of the dark bags under her eyes revealing her sleepless nights. 

She pulled her sleeves of her black oversized hoodie over her hands as she crossed her arms growing uncomfortable under his intense gaze. Which didn’t last long, he pulled away going to grab the pizza he had put down on the ground and presented it to his girlfriend. “Let’s eat!” Ignoring how awful she looked, he moved past her hitting her shoulder as he walked by heading straight for the living room, practically making himself at home. As usual making her feel invisible. “Oh!! And the movie we both really wanted to see is out streaming! I’ll put it on while we eat.” He said, as he put the pizza box down, moving to the kitchen to get plates for them. 

Lydia sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. Beetlejuice appeared in the living room flashing Lydia a charming grin. He opened the pizza box snagging two pieces of pizza layering one on top of the other. He flopped down on the other side of the couch from Lydia. He spread his legs out wide, leaning back, getting comfortable as he devoured his pieces rather quickly belching loudly. Beej wasn’t going anywhere, he was keeping Lyds in his radar especially now that Josh was here. “It betta be horror, not some cheese ball bullshit…Can’t believe I’m third wheelin’ with my own future wife.” Beetlejuice snorted. 

Lydia shot him a glare before Josh came back with the plates. Josh paused, Lydia’s heart began to race in fear that he may be able to see Beetlejuice just from the expression on his face. “Damn Lydia, I didn’t know I was dating a vacuum cleaner. Couldn’t wait five seconds to scoff down TWO slices of pizza? How the hell did you eat it that fast? Save some for me, animal.” Lydia’s expression grew cold from Josh’s insults. At this point she didn’t really care what Josh thought. She vaguely remembers the first time they went out to eat and she got wings instead of a salad. To Josh it was a big ICK to him. Once they had left the restaurant, she didn’t hear the end of it on their ride home. He went on and on saying that women shouldn’t eat wings while out in public, that it was an embarrassment to be seen with her. That she should have gotten a salad like a ‘real’ woman would eat in public. So those insults really meant nothing to her. She’s grown used to it, like many other things that came with this relationship.

Beetlejuice held a hard glare after Josh insulted his future wife like that, his cold gaze and the shaking of anger coursing through his dead body. No one fucks with the juice, especially not insulting HIS Lydia like that. A man disrespecting his wife, is like a man disrespecting him. He gripped the side of the couch to the point his knuckles were turning white. The way he wanted to choke this boy out..His self restraint was being tested. “Lydia, are ya seriously gonna let this asshole talk to ya like that? Give me the word, I’ll knock em out. I’ll scare him so bad he’ll never sleep again. Fuck– I’ll even take off his fucking dick, shove it down his goddamn–”

“Well, what can I say.. I was starving. You were taking your sweet time getting the plates. So… I made a pizza sandwich. It was delicious.” Lydia said quickly, not wanting to hear Beetlejuice’s tantrum. She didn’t need to hear more of that, she was well aware of what she was getting herself into. Bad enough she already heard enough of this crap from her family members and roommates. She didn’t need to hear it from Beetlejuice too.

Josh scrunched his nose up in disgust as he handed her a plate slowly. When Lydia reached to take the plate, his grip tightened as he tugged on it not letting her have it just yet, “Now, Now sweetheart, don’t eat the plate too..I know, I know, you’re a starved pig most would say-” Josh’s grip loosened, Lydia slowly took the plate from him, shrugging her shoulders.

“That’s fuckin’ it! This fucker is DEAD!” Beetlejuice snapped slamming both his hands down, his glare blazing hot as he started to pull himself up. This prick had pulled his last straw. However Lydia quickly intervened as Beetlejuice was about to go over and beat Josh to death. Lydia was inches from his face as she glared at him grabbing a slice of pizza. The closeness catching Beetlejuice off guard slowly his anger faded just a little as he felt her hot breath hitting his face, and he leaned back on the couch keeping his legs spread. Lydia then sighed, sitting back onto the couch crossing her legs as Josh grabbed the remote to put on the movie as she ate in silence.

Beetlejuice scoffs, “Oh.. For fucks sake’. Really? A chic flick? I know this motherfucker picked this one out. Babes, ya don’t even like shit like this. Ever heard of horror, does this piece of shit not like that?” 

Beej then looks over when Lydia puts her plate down on the side table after eating her slice. His blood boiling as Josh leans forward pulling Lydia down closer to him on the couch. Josh wraps his arm around her waist, which she quickly pushes it off of her. Josh seemed unbothered by this as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

Lydia was now struggling, even though she can’t actually sleep within the same vicinity of this man doesn’t mean her body won’t try. She dozed off, but her body jerked her awake immediately,  this happened a couple of times. Josh noticed this and he rolled his eyes when her eyes fluttered closed again. He suddenly harshly nudged her, almost elbowing her in the face, “Come on Lydia!! Don’t fall asleep. I hate when you do this shit. The movie has just started, woman. Don’t be one of those.” The anger in Josh’s voice annoyed her the most. She pulled away from him and now leaned her back against the couch as she turned her attention to the movie. God.. This movie was already horrible. It’s the perfect movie to sleep to if Josh wasn’t here.

“Babes, you need ta sleep.. Lemme get him the outta here. Before I blow a blood vessel. You know I wouldn’t push ya off. C’mere, all this is yours lemme make ya comfy.” At this point he was begging. He couldn't stand third wheeling, especially when he's third wheeling with an asshole. It was hard for him to just sit back and watch. Unfortunately for him, Lydia ignored him. She didn't even look over at the poltergeist. 

The movie played for a while and Lydia's head was resting on the back of the couch, which was starting to feel like a cloud. Beetlejuice just watched her open and close her eyes the whole time. She even went as far as pulling her eyelids back to stay awake, which made Beetlejuice snort amused by her dedication. Meanwhile, Josh was mindlessly scrolling on his phone and partially watching the movie. Every time he saw her almost dozing off, he kicked her leg, or nudged her with his elbow. Beetlejuice's fingers wrapped in a death grip tugging at the ends of his jacket. He was very fidgety; he wanted nothing more than to cause harm to her so-called boyfriend. But he was trying his best to respect Lydia's wishes, for now.

As time went on they were about half way through the movie and then Lydia got nauseous. She wasn't sure if it was from the pizza, or the lack of sleep. But whatever it was, it didn’t agree with her. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the color from her face suddenly flushed. She tucked her sweaty hands in-between her crossed legs trying to ignore the urge. Josh's focus was nowhere on Lydia as he was eating pizza that made her stomach turn more, and was on his phone even though he was purposely keeping her awake. Beetlejuice noticed as soon as her energy was off and he was now staring at her noticing how her face suddenly went pale and how her body tensed. 

She watched Josh bite his slice of pizza and grease from the cheese rolled down his chin, a chunk of tomato plopping down on his plate causing Lydia to gag. Josh paused mid-chew as he watched his girlfriend shoot up from her spot on the couch, her hand over her mouth as she ran into the bathroom slamming the door shut.

“Wow, am I that nasty to look at?!” Josh yelled, shaking his head, he tossed his phone down on the couch now looking back up at the movie scowling. Beetlejuice just sat back, arms crossed waiting not so patiently for Lydia to return. His focus entirely on the hall she ran down, his patience just kept slipping the longer she took to return.

Lydia in the meantime, she spent time in the bathroom fighting off her wave of feeling nauseous. Josh knew one of Lydia’s fears was vomiting and had a slight case of emetophobia, yet he stayed where he was watching the movie without her. 

She rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for tums or just anything to soothe her stomach. “Damn.. Do they not have any?” Lydia grumbled under her breath, disappointed in both her father and Delia. 

To find an alternative solution, she decided to get into the shower, hoping the hot steam might alleviate her nausea. She quickly removed her clothing, letting it drop to the floor, and crawled into the shower. Lydia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The hot steam filled the bathroom, and the burning hot droplets dripping down her skin felt nice for a moment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t helping her turning stomach. Giving up hope that the hot shower would help, she turned the water off. She reached out for the towel rack, freezing when she realized… there was no towel in here. Her eyes widened in shock, feeling helpless, cold, and still nauseous, she was desperate. This led her to do something she would never normally do. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Josh’s number.

Josh’s phone began to vibrate on the couch’s cushion. Out of curiosity, Beetlejuice leaned to the side looking at the caller ID seeing that it was Lydia. He then looked over at Josh, glaring at him, waiting for this fucker to pick up the damn phone. Josh finally reached over and looked at his phone, but after seeing it was Lydia, he scoffed and tossed his phone down again. Lydia tried calling him a few more times, but he kept his eyes on the movie, unmoving. A low growl and steam puffed out of the poltergeist’s nostrils; he was furious. “Are ya really gonna ignore her?! Ya really are a piece of shit!” With that, Beetlejuice teleported out of the living room and appeared right into the bathroom where he knew Lydia was.

[abeautylives]

Nothing Could Compare

a/n: This was supposed to be a blurb. I needed to get it out of my brain, but in typical fashion it got out of control. ALSO, the subject matter will not be for everyone I’m sure. Read the warnings 🍑

Parts 1 and 2

pairing: Joshxfemale!reader

word count: just over 7k

summary: Trying something new can be intimidating, but love finds a way 😂

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, mentions of masterbation (f. and m.), mentions of sexual situations, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex (vaginal and anal - surprise! it’s about butt stuff)

“So you have thought about it.”

He sounds entirely too satisfied with himself, the smug tone is paired with one eyebrow arched so high that it’s hiding halfway underneath the curls that fall over his forehead.

He’s sitting behind you on the edge of the bathtub, watching as you finish swiping mascara onto your lashes. You make sure he can see how far your eyes roll through the mirror. “Don’t sound so proud of yourself Josh, everyone thinks about it.”

That may or may not be true, but you’ve been thinking about it more often than you’ll admit. It’ll creep into your brain when you’re alone, when you miss him and your fingers are already inside you, doing a poor imitation of his. The thought will appear out of nowhere and doesn’t release its grip on you until you let yourself give in to the fantasy. So, on occasion, you’ve let a finger slip lower until it’s circling that place you’ve forbidden Josh from going. Maybe, once or twice, you’ve pushed it into yourself there, brain screaming… I wish it was him.

He stands to sidle up behind you, eyeing your face in the mirror and smoothing his palms over your ass before running his fingertips under the lace at your hips. “Hmm perhaps, but this is you we’re talking about. You gonna let me in, honey?”

What possessed me to even say anything?

It started with an innocent joke. Well, innocent may be an inaccuracy - Josh’s body had been laid over yours, the hot and sticky skin of his chest pressed to your back and pushing you into the mattress. While he was still seated inside your cunt, slowly going soft, he ran a hand from your shoulder, over your ribs and down your waist, stopping at your backside. A firm squeeze and a light smack later, he’d mumbled quietly, “Next time you should let me stick it in your ass.” He’d laughed as you bucked his body off of yours and slapped his arms away from you. You’d laughed as you told him to fuck off and keep dreaming.

He’s more curious than anything and would bring it up here and there, you’d made a quip about it that night at the beach house, and though his mind had been preoccupied then, he wasn’t lying when he said he believed he could convince you.

Maybe love and trust had made you more comfortable. While you’d always cared for Josh, you’d very recently confessed how your feelings had grown and changed over the last couple of months, much to his delight. Afterwards the sex had been unhurried, blanketed in devotion as you finally let love roll off your tongue when he spilled inside you.

The tipping point that convinced you to bring it up was a candid conversation with a friend. Joy always carried an air of sensuality and tended to speak freely about her sex life, which could be awkward for you considering her boyfriend is like your little brother. Often you would tune it out, but you were out having lunch together without the buffer of a Kiszka’s presence when she started to go into detail about the night prior. About Sam. You tried to focus on a particularly red cherry tomato that was eluding the tines of your fork as you poked through your salad, but something she said caught your attention.

“Wait, you’re into that?”

“Well… yeah, when it’s done right.” Her giggle is charming and genuine. “I mean, I haven’t done it with Sam, but we’ve done other things. I’ll get him there eventually.” She sounds confident and unbothered while telling you she wants her boyfriend to…

“So you want him to fuck you in the ass?!” You’ve said it entirely too loudly and a couple of disapproving faces are turned in your direction. Your cheeks turn red but you continue in a whisper, “Like… you like it? It feels good?”

Unfiltered, she described it to you and answered a multitude of your questions. “You thinkin’ about letting little Joshy…?” She wags her eyebrows instead of finishing her sentence.

“I… don’t know, I don’t know, maybe? I’m positive that he wants to.”

“Oh my god, you totally should. You have to do it right though.” She went on to explain what she meant, though you hadn’t asked. You got it. And the more you thought about it, the more you wanted it.

The more you wanted it, the harder it was to get it out of your mind. Every time he was fucking into you, whispering filthy things from above you, or behind you… your pussy would clench around him as the image flashed behind your eyelids. And Josh, none the wiser, would offer up a groan or an oh you like that honey? Little did he know.

And so, here you are getting ready in your bathroom while your sweet angel of a boyfriend waits for you. You’d been mulling it over in your head, how you were going to bring it up to him in earnest. Nothing sounded exactly right to you, so you figured you’d drop a hint and hope he grasped it.

“Babe? I wanna ask you something.”

“Ask away my love, I’m all ears.” His grin is wide and perfect, sweet and beautiful and your nerves calm when he calls you his love.

“Well, I was wondering… if you’d be interested in trying something… new.”

“Oh the possibilities! A new… restaurant? A new wine?” You’re giggling at his little display of drama. “Or… ooh is it something sexy? You wanna try something dirty, honey?”

There’s still a jesting quality to his questioning, but when he sees the way your mouth is set into a smirk, eyelids lowered, he knows he’s onto something. “Is it a sex toy? New position? Another person? Tell me, I’m dying to know.

Oh my god, it’s anal isn’t it?!”

Heat creeps across your cheeks and down your neck, suddenly embarrassed when he guesses correctly. Once you’ve admitted that you’ve thought about it, Josh is all in. Innocent curiosity shaping his features, he looks awestruck standing behind you with hands wandering over the exposed flesh of your ass and the lace of your panties.

“Not like right now, calm down.” You push your ass into his hips, forcing him to step back from you but he doesn’t go far.

Moving back in, he presses the length of his body into yours and moves your hair aside so he can get his lips on your shoulder, your neck. After a few soft kisses, he says it simply, as if it’s no big deal, “Mm you just let me know when you’re ready. I knew I’d convince you, you’re kind of kinky huh?”

He’s joking but you pretend to be offended, eyes narrowed and mouth dropped open in a silent scoff. “Watch yourself babe, or I’ll leave you out and just keep taking care of myself.”

“You’ve been doing it by yourself?!” You’re both laughing as you shove him out of the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind him.

Your date that night, a simple dinner at a less than fancy restaurant, had been filled with sly comments and lingering eye contact that had heat spreading over your skin. The days that followed were the same as you both continued to ponder over it without acting on it. Until Josh couldn’t take it any longer.

“Let me touch you,” he huffs it out with his thrusts, deep and steady into you, you’re already on your knees for him, face being pushed into your pillows.

“Yeah, please baby, m’so close,” it comes out muffled against the bedding and he knows you’re not talking about the same thing.

His hands are already gripping handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass and then sliding back to your hips to pull your body into his harder. You both curse, you call out his name and ask him again to touch you, please. Hands moving cautiously over your skin, he brings them back to your ass and squeezes so hard you think you’ll have five tiny bruises on each cheek tomorrow. His touch turns gentle despite the pace he’s set with his hips, and he spreads you to him, giving him a sinfully clear view of where he’s moving in and out of your cunt. But also…

“Wanna touch you here, please honey, tell me I can.” His voice is laced with desperation but he needs your permission.

You’re completely wasted on him right now, drunk on lust and love, you don’t hesitate.

“Do it do it, c’mon.”

“Fuck, okay baby,” he tests the waters first by slowing the rhythm of his hips and brushing the pad of his thumb over you, the first time he’s ever touched anyone there. Your skin is soft and warm and the whine that escapes your throat encourages him to do it again with a little more pressure. The sound that breaks through your lips is feral, a pleading moan.

“God damn, okay I’m doing it,” he reaches forward first, bending over your body and presses his thumb to your bottom lip, pushing it down and forcing your mouth to open. You accept it greedily onto your tongue, wrap your lips around it fully before sucking it in and coating it with saliva. “Fucking hell babe,” he whimpers when you suck it further into your mouth before opening it and releasing him.

Resituating into position, he’s stopped thrusting into you momentarily, dick throbbing but unmoving inside you as he focuses on the task at hand. As soon as he’s touching you again, swirling wet circles over you, you’re begging him for it.

“I will, I will. I don’t wanna hurt you-“

“You won’t Josh, I’m ready,” you cut him off and your words rush out of you, causing him to wonder just how often you’ve been tucking your fingers inside in secret.

He’s still nervous but you’ve begun pushing back against him, forcing his cock deeper inside you and his thumb to press harder against your hole. You’re mumbling low words of encouragement from below him and as they float up to his ears, the tip of his thumb crosses that forbidden threshold.

You can’t stop the hiss of air that you suck through your teeth.

“Fuck baby, are you okay? Do you want me to-“

“More, keep going. Please please please, keep fucking me.”

And he does, watching as he pulls out of you almost completely before crashing his hips into you and slipping his thumb deeper. Just a little. He keeps it tucked there just to the first knuckle as he finds the rhythm he’d lost, fucking into you rapidly, he can tell he’s close to finishing and the pleading words tumbling from your mouth are only pushing him there faster. He’s not expecting it when you say it.

“Fuck me with it, I can take it.”

He’s struck dumb by it, can’t find the words to offer even an affirmation, all he can do is what you’ve asked for. Moving his thumb at the same pace as his hips, he watches it slide out and get sucked back into you.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum babe I’m sorry-“

“Me too, me too don’t stop - oh fuck.” As if you spoke it into existence, your orgasm steals any other words you may have wanted to say, along with the breath from your lungs. When your muscles tense and your back arches, pushing your ass against his pelvis, he lets go with you. He can’t bring himself to move or relax when it’s over, his finger is still inside you so deeply that his palm is resting flush against your lower back.

“It’s okay, just do it slowly.”

He chuckles but doesn’t move yet. “How’d you know what I was thinking?”

“Because you always drop as soon as we’re done,” you tease, “and you haven’t moved a muscle. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

He’d eased himself from your body and left to clean himself up, returning to do the same for you.

For days afterward he wouldn’t stop pestering you for information.

What did it feel like?

You definitely liked it?

Should we get some… I dunno, some toys or whatever?

Wait, do you already have some?

And his most persistent question, “Can we do it again?”

He’s so naturally gentle and eager, and when the boys have to leave for three weeks he texts and calls you more often than he might have in the past. He misses you and spends what little free time he has thinking of you, dreams drifting to you almost nightly and causing him to wake up hard and frustrated. When they return home, he’s at your house as soon as he can be and though you’ve had many reunions over the years, this is your first since you told him you loved him too. Your pairing is frantic and demanding, hands and mouths making up for lost time and as you lay together after, he tells you that everyone wanted to get together and grab dinner that evening and your presence had been requested. Excited to see them, you drag him from the bed and into the shower with you and you end up getting to dinner late.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the girls, not since before the guys had left, and once you and Josh have made it to your seats and ordered your drinks you’re all catching up on the last month. Your phone, lying face up on the table, lights up and you see it’s a text from Joy who’s sitting well within your line of vision, across from you to Sammy’s right. Curious what she would have to say that she couldn’t out loud, you snatch it up and hold it suspiciously close to your face.

Joy 💋: Soooooo? Did you do it?

Me: Lol nosy bitch

Me: No, not quite

Joy 💋: What are you waiting for?! We talked about it forever ago

Me: Idk I think we’re both nervous, he got scared he was gonna hurt me with just a finger lmao

Joy laughs aloud at her screen, offering a wave of apology and brushing Sam off when he asks what’s so funny.

Joy 💋: Girl you better take what you want, Josh would give you the moon if he could

Joy 💋: And all you want is a dick in your ass 😜

It’s your turn to laugh and you throw your phone back to the table. Feeling left out, Josh drapes an arm around the back of your chair and leans in to your ear. “What are you two devils talking about that’s so hilarious, honey?”

“None of your business, considering it was obviously a private conversation,” you turn your head to place a placating kiss to his cheek, but he catches your face in his hand and wraps his fingers around your jaw. He soaks it in when your eyes go wide and lock onto his, revels in it when he can feel the rest of the group watching. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but it isn’t the soft placement of his lips to yours as his hold on your face loosens and turns into a caress of your cheek. You raise an eyebrow in question when he pulls away.

“I’ll find out, I saw my name. That makes it my business.” He scans the other faces around the table with his eyes and finds they’re all trying desperately to ignore you both now aside from Joy, who keeps watching with a cheeky smile on her lips. When he brings them back to you he smiles, sweet as candy. “I love you honey.”

The distinct feeling of whiplash has a grip on you but his face, precious and pure, pulls the sentiment from your lips.

“I love you too Josh.”

“Awwwwwww!”

“Shut up Sam,” Jake leans across the table and reaches an arm out to slap the side of Sam’s head, then brings it back to the table to wrap his hand around Jita’s as he reclines back in his chair.

The rest of dinner passes without incident and you feel happy and whole being back together with your favorite people. Josh hasn’t put any distance between you since he’d wrapped his arm around your back, and even when he removes it his hand finds your thigh under the table. After a couple more drinks it’s started to wander, and you let it until he’s moved it so close to your cunt that the side of it is pressing into the center seam of your jeans, moving rhythmically as his fingers draw figure eights on the inside of your thigh. It doesn’t occur to you to stop him until a soft whimper floats from your mouth and out over the table.

The movement of his hand stops instantly and his face snaps to yours. Everyone’s does, actually.

“Josh if you don’t take her home and fuck her right, I’m going to! Byyyyeee!” Joy exclaims then dissolves into a fit of giggles as you and Josh both turn red, lips opening and closing but no words forming. Jita’s hand is over her mouth and her own cheeks are pink with transfer embarrassment.

Sam is cackling, a loud raucous sound, but Jake remains silent as he watches the scene unfold. Seated to your right, he reaches his left hand over to tap the underside of your chin and close your mouth before he leans in and does the same to Josh.

“Go home, the innocent patrons of this establishment have seen and heard quite enough, I’m afraid.” He’s shooing you off with his fingers while the others try to regain some semblance of composure.

You’re not sure how to react so you just do as you’re told, standing from the table and looking back down to Josh. When he turns his body to you he stays in his seat but meets your eyes with his.

“Let’s just go, Josh.” You speak quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. “Please.”

You’re simply asking but to his ears it sounds needy. Imploring. Like you’re begging. He feels his heart rate jump as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and holds it there with his teeth, analyzing you. His eyes darken slightly but you can see it happen, even in the dim lighting. As he releases his lip he takes a sharp breath in and on his exhale he says, “Yeah, okay honey. Let’s go.”

He pulls his wallet from his back pocket when he stands, going to leave enough cash with Jake to cover the two of you but Jake waves him off again.

“Get me later, have fun tonight.” A knowing smirk settles on his lips.

You both mumble an awkward goodbye to the table and walk toward the front of the building, but by the time you make it there you’re practically running. Outside, you race through the parking lot and pause to catch your breath when you reach either side of the car. Staring at each other over the roof, Josh cracks first. It’s a soft chuckle to start and as it turns into a belly laugh you can feel your own begin to bubble from your throat. You’re both wiping tears from your eyes as your laughter dies and Josh speaks.

“Get in the car Y/N, we have things to discuss.”

Confused but compliant, you get in and he follows suit. Once he’s pulled the car out of the parking lot you ask what exactly it is you need to talk about.

“First of all, I love you,” he pauses as you reply instantly, confirming that your feelings are the same.

“Second of all, I lied. I saw your phone, what Joy said. Don’t do that with your face, I wanna talk about it. I was… doing some research while I was gone.”

“Research, huh? What kind of research?”

“Okay just hear me out,” he continued on, babbling past the incredulous look on your face as he started listing everything you should do, an entire game plan worked through in his mind that he spouted off to you as if he was reading it from a textbook. You let him keep going, let him get every thought out of his pretty little head, but when he pulls your car into your driveway and parks, you reach a hand over the center console and place it high on his thigh. The contact stops his words short.

“Josh, babe… I’m really glad you’re excited about fucking me in my tight little ass,” the words feel foreign in your mouth but his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head and you’re infatuated with his reaction, “but I don’t need you to tell me how to do it. I don’t need to hear what’s best for me. I'd rather hear you beg me for what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been asking for for almost a year. I wanna hear what you fantasize about. Tell me how it goes when you’re thinking of me, alone in your bunk in the dark…”

You can actually see his brain short circuiting, his lips are parted and no sound comes out aside from the breaths that he’s working hard to control. When the pink tip of his tongue darts out to run over his bottom lip, you watch the limited light shine off of the slick moisture left behind.

You give a squeeze with your hand that’s still on his thigh, then pat it lightly. “Lemme know when you figure it out, handsome.”

You leave him in the car.

By the time he makes it inside, you’ve already poured a glass of wine for yourself and one for him and made yourself comfortable on the couch. He pads into the living room slowly, running a hand through his hair where you watch it get stuck in his curls. When he tugs it free and looks up from the floor, you hold his glass out to him and pat the cushion next to you. He throws himself onto the couch, legs spread and head leaned against the back, wine glass cupped in both hands in his lap. You’re about to say something but he beats you to it.

“It usually starts slow,” his words are quiet but confident, he knows exactly what he wants to say. “Not every time, but I do always like to think about you going down on me. You look so pretty with your mouth full of dick.” He picks his head up to make sure you’re listening, but you're already spellbound and pulsing with need.

“You do. And I can picture it so clearly when my eyes are closed, I can almost feel it. I think about it just to get hard, works like a charm.”

He stops talking just to look you over. Your eyelids are already heavy and your bottom lip is held tight between your teeth. With a nod of your head, you encourage him to keep talking.

“I think about your pretty, pink pussy when I touch myself.” One of his hands has released his glass to touch himself now, adjusting himself in his pants. “Warm and wet, nothing compares to the real thing but I do what I can. I have a pretty vivid imagination, but my memories of you are better.”

You can feel yourself soaking your panties, this is better than you’d thought it would be. You always love it when he talks dirty - the words sound depraved coming off his sugar-coated tongue, normally so sweet. You press your thighs together and shift against the cushion of the couch.

“Keep going…” it’s a breathless whisper.

His eyes are now focused on the glass in his lap, on the finger he’s running over the rim. “Of course honey… See, I have to get creative with my hands but I’ve almost perfected it, it almost feels like you. Never as soft though.

And when I’m close to cumming, that’s when I have to imagine it. Because I’ve never done it, I don’t know what it feels like but I do remember how you felt around my finger. Hot. Tight, unbelievably tight. So soft, softer than your cunt, your mouth. I have to make it up to picture it, but I think about sliding it in, the way it felt when my thumb slid in, how you sucked me in. I hardly ever make it farther than that before I’m making a mess on my hand, my stomach.”

He leans forward to set his glass down, untouched by his lips. You set yours down too after taking a deep drink. A drop is rolling down your chin when you face him but he reaches up and catches it, his hand cupping your jaw. Instead of wiping it away he pushes it back up your chin and between your parted lips. He lets you suck it from his skin before he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and watches it bounce back into place.

“Josh, I-“

“You gonna let me in, honey?”

As if you could say no.

“Yeah… yeah, I want it.”

His hand is still on your jaw and he uses it to pull your face to his, your lips to his. It’s soft as he shifts your bodies so he’s laying over you, one leg between yours and the other foot planted on the floor. He pushes his knee against your core and you immediately roll your hips into it and let a whine out over his lips.

“Let me take you to bed,” he breaks from your mouth and breathes the words into you, “fuck you real dirty, princess.”

He rarely calls you that anymore, and never in moments like these, but right now it sounds wicked and wrong. Just like what you’re about to do.

“Please.”

Lifting you both from the couch, Josh hands you your wine and you each take a drink from your glasses, you finish yours, before taking his hand and walking ahead of him down the hall to your bedroom. There he disrobes you and you help him do the same, taking a certain amount of care but not moving too slowly. You’re both throbbing and leaking, incapable of waiting any longer.

Once you’re naked you tell him to get in bed, and he figures you’re in charge tonight so he does what you ask and props himself up against your headboard. His cock is resting on his stomach and leaving droplets of precum on the skin just under his navel.

“Need you inside babe, I hope that’s okay.” He loves foreplay, you both do, but his immoral storytelling in the living room has left your arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs and you can feel the slick slip of it as you walk to the bed to climb on and crawl to him.

“Whatever you want, honey. You’re already giving me everything I’ve dreamed of,” he laughs quietly but you’re dead serious right now.

Crawling into his lap, you’re straddling and hovering over it, gripping him immediately, slipping the head of him through your folds. You lower just enough to tuck him inside before you lean forward. He thinks you’re going to kiss him, puckers his perfect lips, but instead you lick a stripe over his bottom one and then speak against it.

“Call me princess again.”

Before he can question it, you’re sinking down on his cock slowly, rocking your hips until his are flush against yours and he’s seated deep inside you.

“Fuck, anything you want princess. Dirty girl, c’mere.”

When your arms wrap themselves behind his neck he thrusts up into you as he pulls your head in and forces your lips open with his tongue. He fucks your mouth with his as he picks up a shallow rhythm with his hips, fucking your cunt as his hand grips your hair at the roots. His other hand, having found its home on your hip, slides in toward your pussy and he runs his thumb over your slick flesh wrapped around him before bringing it to your clit. When you groan into his mouth he pulls your head back hard and fast, you gasp as your eyes meet his.

“Want you to cum for me, cum on my cock. I need to feel it, we don’t know what’s gonna happen once I’m in your ass.” The last words come out through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. He knows what he’s doing, knows his voice is going to make your cunt squeeze him. It works, and he keeps his thumb moving against your clit, tight circles, not too hard, not too soft. He’s playing your body like it’s an instrument and he’s classically trained.

“Jesus, Josh, you feel so fucking good babe, I’m almost there, so close.”

He doesn’t change his motions with his hand but he can’t help but fuck up into you just a little harder.

He also can’t help it when his grip on your hair tightens, just the tiniest bit, and he yanks your head backwards. It forces your back to arch and the fire burning in your belly explodes, a string of expletives mixed with Josh’s name burst forth from your mouth.

“God damn princess, that’s right, keep going.” He doesn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles go lax, then he pulls you to his chest and goes still for a few long moments, petting over your hair and running his fingers down your back. He’s pressed your face into his neck so you leave kisses there, lap your tongue over his skin to taste his sweat.

“You did so good for me honey. We can stay like this for a bit, if you want.”

“Mmm. M’not ready to stop,” you mumble into his shoulder as you lift your hand to point a lazy finger to your bedside table. His eyes follow and you tell him, “There’s lube in there. Don’t ask, unless you wanna know.”

His laughter rumbles through his chest. “I’m sure I can imagine what you’ve been up to. Shit, I have imagined it. Lay back for me, I’ll grab it.”

He helps you climb off of his dick and out of his lap, lays you gently against the mattress toward the foot of the bed before rolling to dig through the drawer of the table.

“Princess… What is this?” He's already tossed the modest bottle of lube to the bed, but when you crack an eye open in his direction, he’s holding a pair of cute little pink silicone toys between his fingers, one a little bigger than the other. You knew they were in there, knew he would see them.

“Ummmmm, plugs?” You giggle, unashamed.

“Have you been… practicing? I don’t even know what you call it.” He’s mystified by your nonchalant tone.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you make sure he’s paying attention. “Josh…” He tears his eyes away from the pink pieces of silicone to look into yours. “I told you, I want this, and I’m ready. Come fuck me.”

Dropping them from his fingers, the plugs land back in the drawer and he climbs back up and over your body, his dick is hot and heavy against your thigh. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose over your shoulder and up the side of your neck before whispering in your ear, “You really are a little freak, aren’t you princess? You had me fooled.”

“Hmm you bring it out of me, what can I say? You’re so sweet and pure, makes me wanna dirty you up.”

“Fuck, let’s do it then, roll over.”

You do it quickly and once you’re on your hands and knees you have to grip the bedding to calm the shakes vibrating up your arms. Josh already has the cap open on the lube, but he notices.

“You okay? You can always back out.”

“I’m good, I’m good. Excited.”

“Maybe we should have a, what do you call it, a safeword? Just in case. I really want this but I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

You turn your head to see him over your shoulder. “We can just use colors, if you want. Red, yellow, green? Pretty self explanatory.” He nods his head in agreement before bringing himself up to his knees and moving between your legs. His hand finds its way between your thighs and he runs two fingers through your slick before nudging them inside. When a satisfied hum slides up your throat and your head drops forward, he pulls them out and swirls them through your folds again to gather as much of your release as he can.

“Fingers first honey.”

“Yeah, do it, please Josh.” You sound fucked, and he supposes you are.

The way your legs are spread, your ass is already presented to him on a figurative silver platter, but he can’t resist using his other hand to grab a handful of one of your cheeks and squeezing it, spreading you further. When his fingers land between them, your body jerks forward in surprise.

“Ah ah, relax and take it princess.”

Fuck.

His slick fingers move against you and you’re both already whimpering, him at the sight and you in anticipation. When he adds pressure, your whimpers turn to whines.

“You want both?”

“Yes, please, now Josh!”

Crossing them slightly, his middle finger over his index, he pushes them past your entrance and feels it as you immediately clench around them, barring him from going further.

He whispers, “Relax, I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You know he’s right, regardless of his inexperience, he’s going to make you feel good no matter what. He always does. You feel the tension release from your muscles and he does too, as soon as he’s able to he pushes his fingers deeper.

A guttural moan rips from your throat and he starts to work you over, pumping them in and out of you slowly until they’re inside you as far as your body will allow.

“Jesus Christ Y/N. You’re so fucking tight, I don’t know if I’m even gonna fit.” His voice sounds strained, like just the thought is pushing him to the edge. Or the thought of not being able to get inside you has him distraught. You can’t tell, your brain is buzzing, body thrumming with pleasure.

“More, keep going.”

He works them out, in, a little faster and your arms give out, face landing on the mattress. It immediately strikes Josh that this is exactly how you’d been propped up and begging for him when he first touched you like this.

Leaning to the side so he can see your face, he finds you with your eyes closed tight and teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your hands have a white knuckled grip on the comforter.

“Color babe?” He says it softly, quietly.

“Green green, so fucking green, don’t stop.”

He leans back up to watch his fingers move, smiling to himself. He quickens the pace again and sees it when a drop of your arousal slips from your pussy and creeps its way down your inner thigh. His free hand moves to wrap around his dick and strokes it slowly a couple times.

“Oh, honey. Your pretty little cunt is making a mess, let me slip it in just for a minute, fill you up all the way.”

Your head just nods wildly against the bed, but he sees it. Fingers pushed deep inside you, he grips himself a little harder and runs the tip over your wet skin before sliding in easily to the base.

You moan in unison and he thrusts his hips into you slowly, pumps his fingers at the same rhythm.

“Yesyesyesyes, fuck babe it’s so good,” you’re whining, sound like you’re on the verge of tears and it has him pulsing against your walls.

“You’re so fucking good, letting me fuck both of your holes, you’re filthy babe. And all mine.”

Jesus.

“A little more, just a little more, want you inside,” he’s already buried deep inside you but he knows what you want.

“Yeah princess? You need me inside your tight little ass? You’re already taking me so well,” his throat constricts, if he keeps going like this he’s gonna cum before he’s ready.

“Please, do it now Josh, I need it!”

He slams his hips against the back of your thighs, does it again and curls his fingers inside you at the same time. When you curse, he slides himself from your cunt slowly, watches as he withdraws and his dick bobs in the air once it’s left you. Pulling his fingers back gently, he also watches you close around nothing once you’re empty.

“Fuck, okay,” a little overwhelmed, he reaches around you for the lube and quickly squeezes some out into his hand and strokes it over himself. “Shit.” He adds a little more then swipes what’s left on his fingers over you. From above you, eyes raking down the curve of your back and down at what he’s about to do, he lets a string of spit fall from his lips.

It lands at the top of your asscrack and he watches as it rolls down, rubs it over you.

“Ready princess?”

“Do it, fuck me, take me, do it do it.”

He shakes his head in disbelief that you’re real right now, his curls shake around his cheeks, the ones over his forehead are stuck there.

With a hand wrapped tight around himself, he runs the head down from the top of your crack following the path his saliva had taken. Looking at the scene before him, he’s still not convinced that the head of him, swollen and flushed, is going to fit. With a thumb pressed to it, he rubs it over your hole and pushes into it.

“Relax honey, relax, let me in.”

You focus on loosening the tension in your muscles, sinking further into the bed.

“Good girl baby, so good for me…” He pushes into you again and has to close his eyes and take a deep breath as soon as he sees and feels your body accept him. The sounds spilling from your mouth combined with the intense pressure of you wrapped around the tip of him are almost too much. You’re murmuring below him, a string of please and more, you’re almost sobbing it.

With a strong grip on your hips, slowly, so slowly, he pulls your body to his. Only about half of him is inside you when you push your ass back and he disappears into it.

You’re both cursing, panting, sweating.

While your body adjusts to the size of him, you stay still for a moment.

“Green?” Your voice lilts in question, sounds entirely too innocent and sweet for the moment. It makes him chuckle, but the movement forces a groan past his lips.

“Heh, yeah, my favorite color. I’m not gonna last, wanna fuck you hard, fast. You want that?”

“So bad, let me have it sweet boy.”

He retreats from you just as slowly as he’d entered, pushes his hips flush to you again. Repeats it until he’s sliding easily in and out of you. He can’t stop himself from dropping his head and spitting on you again, hitting his target and watching as it spreads over him as he moves through it. When he picks up speed you call out to him, not needing a response, just needing him to know that it feels good, perfect and full. When he’s worked himself up to a bruising pace, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your backside, you push your face into the comforter and bite down on it. You’re tiptoeing the border between pain and pleasure, you know he’d stop if he knew but when a pathetic whimper is absorbed by the plush fabric of the bedding, he goes even harder.

“Can you cum for me, do you think you could?” He can hardly breathe and he has to force the words out.

You mumble a confirmation and reach a hand back, tuck it between your thighs and find yourself soaked, slippery. Without grace or precision you start swirling circles over your clit. He feels it when your body clenches around him, impossibly tighter as you choke out a sobbing breath.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing. I can’t believe you’re real… I’m close, so fucking close.”

“Hold it for me, wait for me, I’m almost there Josh, almost there,” your muffled words turn into incoherent babbling and he struggles to maintain composure, wanting to do whatever you ask, trying to hold out for you. Until he can’t.

“Baby I can’t, fuck fuck fuck-“

His hips stutter and he slams your body to his, the feeling of his release, hot and deliciously wrong, pulls you down with him. The comforter is released from your teeth when you scream, the sound of it steals whatever air he had left in his lungs and his body doubles over, draped over your back. His weight forces your knees to slip over the surface of the bed until you're both flat against it.

Neither of you can speak as your breaths heave, you're dragging air in past your teeth the best that you can and even if you were able to, you’re not sure you could find the right words just yet.

Josh can feel himself smothering you and with shaky arms he lifts his chest from your back.

“Just go slow.” It comes out as a whisper, all you can manage.

He moves his hips off of you slowly, suddenly terrified of hurting you, but you sigh at the loss of him once he’s gone. Wordlessly, he runs one hand down your back before climbing off the bed and leaving the room. You hear the sound of the water running in your bathtub, and when he returns he’s wearing a soft smile.

“Let’s get cleaned up, honey.”

He scooped you up off the bed and carried you to the bathroom, didn’t put you down until he was over the tub and easing you into the water. He slipped in behind you and pulled your back to his chest, leaving kisses in your hair and whispering love and praise into your ear.

Though his inquisitive mind was turning, he resisted peppering you with questions until the next morning.

I didn’t hurt you, right?

What did it feel like?

You definitely liked it?

Should I have done anything differently?

And his most persistent question…

Can we do it again?

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