#afternoon smoke sesh

[scatterpatter]

The good thing about finally getting therapy is that I can now make the "wait'll my therapist hears about THIS" jokes

[theaceace]

Another old fic idea that stalled somewhere between my brain and my docs, in which Hob puts centuries of life experience to use by writing an anonymous advice column (it's probably Jo's fault somehow) and recently he's been getting some... Odd submissions

My brother has recently left a very stifling living situation and is drowning himself in work. I know his pride won't let him come to me for help, but I want to let him know I'm still there for him, what do you suggest? - Endless Family Drama

It can be difficult to watch the people we love most refuse to accept our help, especially when we can see that they're hurting. The best advice I can offer you is don't push him too hard – the last thing you want to do is scare him away! Spend time with him doing something you both enjoy or rediscovering common ground, and let him come to you when he's ready. Encourage him to find the person he was before all of this, and start learning how that fits with who he is now; reconnect with old friends or pick up a hobby he hasn't tried for a while. Clearly you love your brother a great deal, and whether he's ready to admit it or not, he's lucky to have you in his corner.

Chin up, and best of luck to you both!

And what do you know, that afternoon Death happens to go find her brother feeding the pigeons.

Matthew (with Rose's help, typing is really hard when you're a bird, turns out) after a conversation with Lucienne and later a complain-and-smoke-sesh with Constantine, writes in (not knowing he's writing to the boss's friend) like

I've just started a new job, and my boss is literally a nightmare when he's in a bad mood, he drags me to hell and back, spends all his time moping and fighting with my other boss, and won't listen to any of my advice, how do I let him know I think he's being unreasonable - struggling to keep my beak shut

Eventually Dream - who is both spending much more time in the waking world and also much more inclined to listen to Matthew's advice recently, for some reason - decides to write in to ask the opinion of a human on how to. Well. How one might go about courting one of their oldest friends having just reconnected after a huge fight and period of separation.

So naturally, Hob's reply is somewhat wistful and based entirely on the way he would love to court/be courted by his old stranger (Dream! Morpheus! He's been given so many names and titles to use now, he's practically spoilt!)

Neither of them figure out what's going on for an embarrassingly long time

(Desire writes to ask how you get your brother to stop ignoring you after you've tricked him into prison ('captivity' is the word used, but Hob can read between the lines) and almost made him kill one of their relatives. Hob starts to question if this side career is a good idea)

Also, the tagline for his column would absolutely be something like I keep making the same mistakes so you don't have to! Somehow this does not clue Dream in in the slightest

[marsdontbesade]

𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

OR

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks your pussy. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

[badgerbl00d]

yes, your highness

☆ characters: vinsmoke sanji

☆ up next: smoke sesh: stoner!law x reader

☆ summary: sanji has been your loyally devoted knight for over a year now, he knows you like the back of his hand and would risk his life for you without second thought... just how deep does his loyalty run?

You sat at your window sill, the thin cotton fabric of your dress draped over your body and pooled at your ankles. There was a heavy fog outside, leaving a generous layer of dew drops covering the glass window in your room. The quiet peace of midnight air slowly dragging your eyelids back down.

Knock. Knock.

A gentle knocking on your bedroom door snapped you out of your sleepy lull. Your feet stepped against the cold stone of your floor.

“Hello, Sanji,” you said.

“Ready for our walk? It’s already nearly two hours past our usual time,” Sanji’s warm voice woke you up.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! I’m ready, I just need a few moments to, uh..” you scrambled to your feet, throwing on your white linen undergown and frantically brushing your hair out, “To… get pretty!”

“Doubt you need to change anything,” he mumbled to himself.

After a glance in the mirror, you decided it was good enough. 

It was highly inappropriate for you to be alone with a man in only an underdress, but Sanji was your personal guard. He’d seen you in your undergarments before- albeit accidentally, but you were sure he’d have no issues with it. You paused for a moment, considering the risk, but your father was away on business for the week, so against your better judgment, you slipped out the door to greet your guard. 

When you stepped out Sanji had to physically calm himself. The sight of something as delicate, as beautiful, as kind as you in such… such improper clothing was more than he could handle.

“Y/n- Are you out of your mind?!” 

You giggled, “What?”

He felt himself getting lightheaded as blood rushed to his face. 

“Y-you’re barely wearing anything! The things people would say- What if someone sees you dressed like that?!”

“Someone already has,” you pointed out, grabbing his arm and starting to make your way toward the gardens. He sighed, praying you wouldn’t notice his more lewd physical disturbances tightening his pants, and desperately hoping no one else would be awake this late.

“And I’m not the only one dressed improperly,” you commented, gesturing towards his outfit made up of a white undershirt and cotton pants, and of course, a weapon or two just in case.

He usually wore his armor, which he kept perfectly polished, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice, but you both knew that it was an unnecessary formality and that even without armor there was not a person alive who would get past him. 

“Forgive me— I did not think metal armor would be necessary for our evening stroll.” 

“I like this look better,” you said, “It suits you more.” 

A bright pink blush flushed his cheeks, “I suppose I cannot say that I dislike your clothing. It looks- very.. very pretty.” 

You smiled, and kept walking, asking him which of your flowers he thought would be ready for picking, what he wanted for breakfast tomorrow, and if he wanted to go into town on the weekend. 

He’d been your royal guard for over a year now. 

His name was feared throughout the country before he’d taken employment in your castle- he was known across seas as a bringer of death, a terror with a blade, an unfeeling barbarian. 

You never quite understood why he- a man of such ferocity and dignity- agreed to your father’s offer, the relatively easy job of guarding a princess. 

A generous paycheck? A desire to settle down? You decided it didn’t really matter but you still couldn’t help that sometimes you felt bad that the most you could offer him were flower gardens and afternoons spent reading. 

Sanji had always assured you that he was perfectly content in his position. 

He accompanied you everywhere. Every day from the moment you woke up to the moment you’d slept he was by your side. You’d had a very liberated childhood, but it was lonely. Your older brothers were too preoccupied with their studies and training, and your father was far too busy to pay you any attention. 

When you finally came to appreciate your isolation, you were handed a companion. A man you’d never met to watch your every move and monitor you like a guard dog.

He was a paid companion whose job had nothing to do with being your friend, but still. Company was company. But it felt like too little too late. And it didn’t help that the premise of this companionship was supervision.

The first few weeks, you’d made clear that you didn’t appreciate his presence. Any efforts he made at conversation were ignored or belittled, and he spent most of his time trying to get you to at least acknowledge his presence. 

One night, he’d been instructed not to let you leave castle grounds and informed you that you’d stay put in your room for the night. What were you- a child with no ability to defend yourself or make your own decisions? You still remember the suffocating frustration you felt, pacing back and forth around your room while your knight attempted to talk to you as he guarded your closed door. 

You’d finally tired yourself out and decided to sit by the window when you had an idea. 

It took at least twenty minutes before Sanji noticed that the shuffling and whining coming from the room had stopped. 

“Your highness?” he’d called. When you didn’t answer he knocked, “I’m coming in- Make yourself decent if you aren’t already.”

A cool breeze hit him as he opened the door, panic spreading through his body as he saw a trail of tied sheets leading down through your opened window. 

He’d found you nearly two miles from the castle, sitting by a stream. You were shivering from the cold, not having bothered to put on shoes or a jacket. 

He put a hand on your shoulder, which you jerked forward. 

Hot, angry tears poured down your cheeks. 

“Leave! I can defend myself!”

He stepped back, not wanting to further upset you. 

You turned to face him, “I don’t need a chaperone! I am not a child.” 

You had started to yell, and a worried look crept onto his face. He raised his hands, trying to urge you to be quiet. 

You scoffed, “You’re telling me to be quiet? How dare you- I am a princess-”

A branch snapped and Sanji’s blade was drawn within seconds. 

Fear froze you in place, the hairs on your neck raising. 

“Get behind me.”

You obeyed without a second thought. 

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

He walked in the direction of the sound, leaving you where you stood. 

Your breathing quickened. Thick forest surrounded the castle and countless animals lived there- it was probably just a bear, you’d told yourself. Yet, a persistent nagging feeling had you looking around, nervous something was going to pop out at any moment. 

Another moment of unbearable silence passed. And another. 

You wanted to call out for him but you knew better. 

Suddenly the sound of metal against metal echoed out from where Sanji had disappeared. 

Your breath hitched and you felt your stomach sink- you knew he was strong but… what if? 

The struggle continued for a few moments and you stayed put, not daring to move. 

Murmuring silent prayers under your breath you waited for him to reemerge from the wood. 

From behind you, another sound rang out. The crunching of leaves under a heavy boot. 

Your breathing was quick and erratic, as goosebumps flared up on your skin. 

You felt a hand wrap around your mouth and pull you back- your scream getting cut midway. 

You were jolted around roughly, but felt your captor’s strength falter when he bent down to reach for a bag. 

You bit his hand- hard, feeling your teeth break the skin. He let out a cry of pain, but before you could make it far something heavy hit the back of your head. 

The last thing you remembered was the sight of a bloodied Sanji, running toward you. 

He’d stayed with you for the entire process of your recovery, refusing to leave your side.

When you finally mustered up the strength to ask him what had happened, he simply said that it wasn’t anything for you to worry about and he was happy you were okay. 

After you’d fully recovered a few days he apologized for his behavior, “I realize how belittling it must feel to be constantly supervised. If I am ever overbearing, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I wish only for your happiness and well-being.”

You felt immense guilt and frantically responded, “No! No! It was my fault completely I was being childish and immature- You- you saved me. I am forever indebted to you.”

You became more appreciative of your time together after that incident and realized how much you enjoyed his company.

He didn’t speak down to you the way men normally did. He treated you, not just like a princess or a pretty girl with nothing of note to offer to a conversation, but as a friend. You felt valued and seen. He even shared secret information with you and asked for your opinion on his battle strategies. 

You became inseparably close.

You’d always been a fan of evening walks, it was your favorite time to pick flowers and the castle’s inhabitants would be asleep until morning.

It helped that you also loved being alone with him. You could speak freely and honestly. There was no pressure to look or act properly. The longer you’d known him, the more you yearned for uninterrupted time with him. To be around him, to talk to him, and be with him was a reward like none other. 

He held your arm in his, walking with you toward the greenhouse. 

You noticed he was quieter tonight than usual.

It wasn’t uncommon for Sanji to listen to you talk and only offer some insight when asked, but something seemed to be augmenting his silence.

It had been a long day for the both of you, as it always is when your father goes away on business. Leaving things in your brothers’ hands was always a risk he was hesitant to take, and therefore he had begun to include Sanji in the daily responsibilities when he was gone. 

He’d been running around all day making sure that everything was in order and exactly as the king had left it. 

“Miss Y/n,” Sanji’s voice snapped you out of your daze. He spoke your name with an odd sincerity like he was savoring the way it sounded on his tongue.

“Hm?” You looked up at him, leaving your arm hooked onto his, “You know you don’t need the ‘Miss’. You already speak my name so sweetly, it needs no titles attached when coming from your mouth.” 

He ignored your comment entirely. Perhaps you shouldn’t have said that. Did it sound too forward?  

“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you, though I am hesitant to do so.” 

You giggled, “You know that you can tell me anything. I am more than happy to listen. It is the least I can do for you after you’ve endured months of my rambling.” He seemed more tense than usual and was avoiding responding or laughing at any of your comments. Your stomach turned, something was wrong. 

“Your father- His Majesty has offered me the position of Grand Commander.”  

You froze and let his arm go, unnoticed by your guard who continued forward for several steps before noting your absence. 

Grand Commander? So soon? But your father easily had over three hundred men to choose from… Why yours? Would he be leaving soon? Who would replace him? The very thought of him leaving made you sick-

“Oh! Has he?!” The disappointment in your voice was evident.

“Erm, yes. I was notified of the opportunity yesterday morning.”

An inexplicable hurt ebbed in your chest. You’d barely see him anymore. It was the highest position a royal guard could be offered, and the greatest honor imaginable. If you ever saw him it would likely only be at ceremonies but even then, he’d be on duty. Aside from a quick glance, you wouldn’t be able to even acknowledge one another.  All the mornings you’d spent picking flowers, the afternoons spent reading and napping with him… Would he remember them?

“That’s fantastic,” You fought back the painful lump in your throat, “Anything less would really be a demotion.”

Sanji lightly laughed. 

You couldn’t hold this against him. He was your friend, and should one not want the best for their companions? He had been hand-selected for the Royal Guard and once he’d become a member he had always had his heart set on this position. To achieve it in so little time… You should be proud. A slight pang of guilt spread through your chest at your jealousy.

Was it normal to hurt like this over the loss of a friend? 

“I have a week to decide if I’d like the position,” his voice was quieter than usual, more monotone, “His Majesty has allowed time for.. accommodations and such.” 

“I see,” you stated. 

“I don’t-” he started, seemingly unable to get the words out, “I don’t want to be inconsiderate of your feelings.” 

At this, you let out a bitter laugh. By now your contempt was no secret.

“My feelings? I don’t quite understand what importance I have in this decision. 

Though I suppose I don’t understand what good an inexperienced knight who spent most of his time in the company of a princess would do.” 

Sanji inhaled sharply, turning back to look at you with an unexpected venom in his stare, “You think it was by choice? Do you truly think that I assigned myself to flower picking every morning? That I want to spend my time reading? I am the strongest man in this castle- by far. And to think I’ve spent my time with a girl who’s never had to worry about a single thing in her life!” He spat his words out at you. 

Every word he said left a bruise on your heart. But your sadness had long given way to anger.

You walked faster, passing him and ducking beneath vines to step onto the gazebo, but he followed in close pursuit. 

“I came here with the sole intention of rising through the ranks. I’ve worked for years, trained for years, and given everything! My entire life has been dedicated to the refinement of skills necessary for the very position I’ve been offered. Do you think that I serve only as an idle companion? That I am only good for accompanying you as you lounge and fret around all day?” 

“Then go,” your vision was entirely blurred by tears that you were fighting to keep where they were. You would not cry in front of a man who had wounded you the way Sanji had. 

“Go and never let me hear of you again.” 

Silence hung in the air, still and heavy. 

You bit back sobs, inhaling and exhaling through your nose, trying to keep the flood at bay. 

Still, no sound. Sanji stayed put in place. 

You whipped your head around to look at him. 

“Do not torture me like this. This is what you’ve always wanted!” You raised your voice, anxious and increasingly mad at your confusion, your inability to understand him.

“It has always been what I’ve wanted. But I cannot accept it.”

“Why?! Why not?! Why would you force yourself to stay and suffer with me? Since you have such adamant hatred for your current position?!”

“Because! Is it not obvious?!”

You said nothing. Sanji continued, “ If you are not feigning innocence and truly mean that you do not know then you are a bigger fool than I previously believed.”

You both were quiet. And tears ran freely down your face. 

“I have- Y/N, since the first time we met I have felt for you things I’ve felt for no other.

I have loved y-” 

“Don’t!  Do not- Do not say that,” you spit the command out with more intensity than intended.

Sanji quickly closed his mouth. He held onto eye contact for another minute before turning his gaze down. 

Fuck. You’d hurt him.

No pain was worse than interrupting that sentence, but if someone knew, if anyone found out? You’d never recover from the scandal. A young lady and her knight? You’d be sent to one side of the country and Sanji to the other. You’d really never see him again.

“If I may speak freely,” he started, speaking barely above a whisper, scared that if he spoke any louder he might be stopped, “I never want to leave your side.”

He paused, letting the sound of night fill the closing space existing between you. Somewhere distant there was laughter. The wind picked up, as if on cue, and petals littered the ground. Chills were sent up your spine. The silence was suffocating.

“Every day I would wake you up with tea. 

Every night, kiss you to sleep. 

I will care for you.

I will make you soup when you are ill and I’ll blow out the candles in the evening so you mustn't waste your pretty breath. 

I would forsake my name, my title, and my home.

I will gladly take yours- and, and if you refuse to have me then we can create new ones. 

To be yours, to have you-” Sanji paused only for a second, carefully reading your expression. He saw the sadness on your face, the surprise, the regret.

“Please do not ask me to stop now, you know I will heed your every command. 

If this is- If this is truly my last chance to tell you how I feel then let me say it all.” 

You nodded, allowing him to continue. Your heart tugged wildly in your chest and the pools of tears resting on your eyes began pouring down your face.

“From the day I met you, the minute I took your hand to my lips, the second that I swore my oath to protect you… You have been nothing less than my entire purpose.

To see you laugh, hell, to even have the tiniest chance of seeing you smile, is compensation more than any salary, any honor, any position your father could offer me.

I have thought of nothing, of no one, but you. 

Most beautiful, most kind, most loving Y/n. 

I love you.”

Your tears poured freely and you ran into his arms, sinking into his embrace when he hugged you. He sat down, bringing you with him. 

“S-Sanji, I love you too-” you gasped between sobs, “B-but what if s-someone finds out? We’ll never see one another again!”

He placed countless kisses on the top of your head and rubbed your back.

“It will be perfectly fine,” he said, his voice immediately calming you, “Do you trust me?”

You buried your head in his chest, covering his shirt with tears, and nodded.

He pulled your face up to look at him, wiping the tears from your face. 

“I love you,” you sniffled. 

He laughed and kissed your forehead. 

You crossed your legs and sat between his, bringing your hands to either side of his face. 

“I only wish we’d done this sooner,” you said softly, “Then I wouldn’t have had to wait so long for this.”

You kissed him, wrapping your hands around his neck. 

His lips were soft and he tasted like rain. 

He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you into him.

You pulled away slightly, a string of saliva connecting your lips. A soft moan escaped you, driving Sanji absolutely insane. 

Your half-lidded eyes and puffy lips had him seeing stars. 

Once more he pressed his lips to yours, lightly running his tongue over your bottom lip and slipping it into your mouth. 

You moaned into the kiss, sending blood rushing directly to his cock. 

He pulled away before it escalated any further, much to your (very obvious) disappointment.

“Shall we return? It is late,” he said, pressing kisses to your cheeks, still holding you. 

You nodded, accepting his hand as he helped you up. 

He placed a kiss on your hand and trailed them up your arm.

He stood back up and you reached towards his lips one more time, standing on the tips of your toes to be able to reach him.

The walk back was lovely. The air was cool and Sanji held your hand in his for the first half, sneakily adjusting so that he could wrap an arm around your waist.

You talked carelessly with one another. 

“And just so you know,” he said, laughing, “Being your guard is no easy work.”

“Oh, I’m sure! Nothing is more strenuous than picking flowers for me,” you responded.

“I’m referring more to the four kidnapping attempts and the singular, dreadfully planned assassination attempt. Aside from the one I saved you from.” 

“What!? So it was a kidnapping!” 

Sanji laughed, teasing you about your obliviousness, and you simply argued that he must be good at his job because you truly had no idea. 

You arrived back at your room and stood at the door. Sanji, leaning against the wall, was silent. 

You’d stayed out much later than expected. The background noise of the town had died down, and it felt like the entire world was sleeping. It was cold and the stone floor was like ice under your bare feet. 

You both were under the influence of nighttime boldness- that feeling of courage that lets you speak freely so long as it is dark out and you are alone.

“I-,” Sanji spoke.

“I’m quite t-,”

“My apologies, go ahead,”

“N-no you spoke first,” 

Sanji continued, “I do really, truly love you.” 

“I love you,” you avoided his gaze, hiding the furious blush on your face, “I- I wish I had told you sooner…..” Your voice trailed off.

“It is past midnight,” he mused, “And though I love you, I still have the responsibility of seeing that you are in bed at a sensible hour.” 

You laughed, opening your door. 

But you didn’t want to leave him. Not tonight. 

You walked into your room, lingering at the entrance.

“Stay,” you whispered, “Sleep with me.” 

In an instant you felt his arms around you, he was pressing warm, fervent kisses to your neck and cheeks- still in disbelief that it was your soft skin, he felt against his palms. 

“You do not know how long or how desperately I have wished to hear those words.”

You blushed and walked him towards your bed.

He sat, looking up towards you, his hands resting on your waist. He looked at you with a flattering adoration, enamored with your presence, wanting to take you in, your smell, your voice, your presence. 

“I’d pray to you, you know.”

“And I’d answer your prayer,” you bent down, softly kissing his lips, running a hand through his hair.

Sanji removed his shoes, as well as his shirt, slowly peeling it up and over his head. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing how sculpted he was.

This was to be expected of a man of his skill, but his armor hid it so well that you felt shocked by his form. 

You’d never before seen him so exposed. Scars littered his arms and chest, markings of his experience. 

You took a seat on his lap, lightly tracing the bigger ones, and pressing kisses to his neck.

His hands ran up and down your back filling you with an eagerness for more.  

Silence fell upon you again, though this time the tension within it was different. 

This time, neither of you was hiding resentment or yearning for the other. It was a warmer, more indulgent tension. One that you were both desperate to break. 

His lips were parted, and his half-lidded eyes looked up at yours with anticipation you had started to feel yourself. 

Arousal pooled between your thighs, the sight before you was too much to handle. You bit your bottom lip and looked at Sanji.

“Untie my dress,” you whispered. 

He stayed silent but he turned you around on his lap, his strong hands easily picking you up so that your back was toward him. 

You savored the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into your flesh. 

You were shaped divinely, and he felt pressure start to build in his pants. 

He pulled at the bow, letting the string come loose. He pulled the corset backing open and slipped his fingers under your sleeves. 

You pulled the dress down and let it fall to your waist, the cool air let in by your open window snapping you out of your dreamlike state. 

You were suddenly very aware of your position.

Sanji brought his hands around to your exposed breasts, softly circling his fingers around your hard buds. 

You gasped and melted into his lap, softly panting as he created new sensations you’d never experienced. Your skin felt electric, his hot, quick touches blurring your thoughts. 

“S-Sanji….,” you whispered.

“Take off the dress.” 

His voice had dropped an octave and there was a neediness in his tone that had you melting.

You slowly stood up, letting your clothing fall to the floor, and turned to look at him. You were blushing uncontrollably, the warmth in your body spreading to your cheeks. 

You were entirely exposed to him.

He brought your hand to his lips, “Now your panties.” 

Your brain nearly burst from the overwhelm this request brought. 

Never had you taken orders from him- not unless you were in danger. “I-...,” you did not know what to say, “Could you? F-for me, I mean.”

Sanji nodded, slipping his index finger under the waistband. You stepped out of your undergarments, giggling when he slipped them into his pocket with a wink. 

He pulled you closer to him, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, circling just around your dripping heat.

Never in your life had you felt such desperation. He was so close to touching where you wanted, but it wasn’t enough. You let out a whine, earning a chuckle from your knight.

“What commands does the princess have for me tonight?” he asked, looking up with a sly grin on his face.

“Only to do as you please.” 

Softly, and so, so slowly, Sanji licked a stripe up from your belly button to your sternum, closing his eyes as he savored how you tasted, how sweet your warm skin tasted on his tongue. You gasped, taking a handful of dirty blonde hair into your fist, not-so-gently trying to urge him downward.

A light laugh escaped his throat as he finally relented. 

“Lie down, your highness.”

Sanji guided you down to your bed, leaving his wide hand on the back of your head until it was comfortably rested on a pillow. 

He sank to the floor, every so softly parting your legs. 

A moan slid past his lips at his view. Your pussy was as hypnotizing as you were, so wet that you were dripping onto the sheets. He watched your hole tighten at the mere anticipation of being touched.

Unable to play the patient lover any longer, Sanji pressed his tongue to your hole, moaning again at your taste.

He ran his tongue up and down your soft folds, savoring your wetness.

You let out an angelic whimper, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

The knight slowly slid his tongue up, covering your cunt in your arousal. 

Your grip tightened against his scalp when he reached your clit, it was aching for some kind of stimulation, which Sanji gladly provided.

He lapped at it, simultaneously sliding a thin finger into your hole. 

You were already a moaning panting mess under his touch, unable to form a solid thought, only wanting more. 

Gradually, he picked up his pace, lewd, wet, slurping noises filling the room, clouding your thoughts. He slid in another finger, feeling your pussy tighten around him even more. 

His tongue swirled in lazy circles around your clit, and your stomach started to twist most deliciously. You saw stars. Sanji’s moans and whimpers blending with your own. 

“S-Sanji,” you panted, interrupting yourself with your moans, “More.” 

He curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside of you that set you on fire from the inside out.

Your back arched against the bed, the coil in your stomach tightening. 

His pace picked up, he gave you no time to adjust as you blinked back tears and took everything he was giving you. 

In an instant you gushed onto his fingers, soaking your sheets, moaning his name.

Sanji slowly removed his fingers, sucking the liquid from your thighs and hole. He stood up, leaning over you, pressing chaste kisses to your lips.

“Satisfactory?” he hummed.

You nodded, out of breath, and unable to form words. He tasted like you, a tart, salty flavor spreading on your tongue.

“Can you continue? Would you like more?” 

Sanji’s own desperation began to slip through his tone, the slight whimper in his voice gave away his bluff.

Eagerly you nodded, “Please, Sanji.”

You watched as he pulled his pants off. 

You gasped at the sight, unsure you’d be able to fit him anywhere in you.

Sanji laughed at your amusement, “How flattering, Princess. Don’t worry, my love, we’ll go slowly.” 

He rubbed his head against your clit, ever so lightly, so as to only tease you. 

You nodded, placing your hands on his shoulders as he lined his length up with your slick-covered pussy. 

He bent down to kiss you as he slowly pushed past your puffy lips, his tip slipping in. 

You whined as he slid more of himself in, needing a moment to adjust with every inch he slid in.

His muscled tensed and flexed as he used all his self-control to not slam into you. 

You bit your lip, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, as he picked up his pace, as you took deep breaths and fit more and more of him into you. 

He finally bottomed out, a low groan escaping him as his entire length felt you throbbing and pulsing around him. 

“T-taking it so well,” he praised, “So tight.”

He started to thrust in and out of you, the firm tug of your pussy leaving him dizzy.

You blushed, the pleasure intensifying as he stared hungrily at you, going fast enough now that every time his hips slammed into yours a loud smack resonated throughout the room.

You writhed around Sanji, moaning into his mouth as he brought his lips to yours, gladly swallowing the delicious sounds you were giving him. 

A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead as he neared his climax, his hips starting to falter in their steady rhythm. 

He sucked harshly against your neck, leaving your mind hazy.

“Sanji!” you cried.

The sound of his name coming from your honeyed voice pushed him to the edge and with a strained moan of your name he finished. 

He gushed inside of you, feeling his seed pouring out and onto your ass and thighs snapped the coil in your stomach and you pulled him against you as you came a second time. 

Sanji struggled to hold himself up, not wanting to put all his weight onto you. 

He slowly pulled out, watching as your cunt leaked onto the bed. With one finger he pushed it back in. 

“How is my pretty girl?”

You were breathless and exhausted. Your hair was messy and your chest was marked with wine red spots all over. 

He helped you sit up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Let me know you’re okay, sweetness,” he asked, his thumb resting on your chin. 

Your eyes were half closed and your chest rose and fell with deep breaths. 

“‘m okay,” you said. 

“Wait here.” 

You nodded, feeling sleep spread over your body.

Within a few minutes, he was back with a damp washcloth, a glass of water, and a new blanket. 

He let you drink as he knelt in front of you, parting your legs and cleaning you up, pressing soft, loving kisses up and down your worn-out body. 

“You really are as stunning as they all say you are,” he commented, kissing your thighs, while rubbing your back, “Your beauty is every bit as heart-stopping as everyone believes it to be…”

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair, bringing a band underneath his chin, and bringing his gaze up to meet yours, “So are you.”

Sanji helped you into a new nightgown, carrying you to your window seat while he changed out the blankets.

“We’ll have someone clean that in the morning,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

He carried you back to bed, placing you gently onto the mattress, and bringing the blanket over your tired form.

Crawling into bed next to you, he pulled you into his chest, spooning you. 

He kissed the back of your head, relishing in your hums of satisfaction. 

A warm silence filled the room, neither of you felt a pressing need to say anything. 

“How is my Princess?” he asked. 

“Tired…,” you mumbled.

Sanji laughed.

“And in love,” you finished. 

Sanji turned to blow out the candles.

Darkness enveloped the room, but Sanji's firm grasp on your body never faltered. 

Closing your eyes, you heard soft snores coming from the man behind you.

Perhaps tomorrow morning you’d have croissants with him.

Tired and in love, you slept.

[pe0ple3ater]

Smiles. Tazercraft weed fic. I'm too tired to say something clever or funny here, just enjoy :)

The room is smoky, with afternoon light pouring in through the half-opened windows, setting their bedroom warmly.

Mike's lying back against the headboard with a lapful of Pac. His hand tightens on the more petite man's jaw, holding him still and smiling lazily at him. Mike raises the lit blunt to his lips, takes a long drag, pulls it away, and sets it down in their ashtray. He leans forward and presses his and Pac's lips together, sharing the smoke between them as they kiss sloppily. They're both very high already, floaty and lethargic. They're getting to Mike's favorite part of the smoke sesh, though, where Pac stops trying to hide how soaked he is and starts getting needy. Mike likes having Pac needy. It happens every time, and Mike has him trained to get horny when they smoke. They always end up fucking anyway. It just feels so lovely like this when everything is warm and soft. Mike likes making Pac feel good.

Pac's dressed for it, too, in cute little neon green lace panties and one of Mike's shirts. Mike himself is just in his boxers.

They pull apart from the kiss, and Pac whines softly, hands sliding down from where they'd been resting on Mike's shoulders and resting on his waist. He squirms in Mike's lap and leans down to kiss him again, licking into his mouth and digging his nails into the fat at Mike's waist. Mike grunts softly and shifts them so that Pac is straddling his thigh. Mike grabs the half-smoked blunt and holds it to Pac's lips. Pac breathes in, and his eyes flutter. Mike feels heat shoot through him, and his leg presses up between Pac's thighs meanly. Pac moans softly and grinds down; he's fucking soaked; Mike can feel it through the thin fabric separating them. Mike's starting to fill out in his boxers, and honestly, the arousal buzzing under his skin is a pleasant background noise.

Mike pushes Pac to lie down. Holding himself up on his elbows, Pac looks up at Mike with a confused head tilt. Mike grabs the ashtray and blunt and sets them next to Pac.

"Smoke, I'll take care of this," Mike says and drags his knuckle feather light against Pac's panty-covered cunt. There's a considerable wet spot that Mike plans on making ten times worse. Pac smiles dopily at him and nods, grabbing a pillow to lean on and getting comfortable. Mike settles himself between Pac's legs, pulling his full one to rest over his shoulder and using his hand to pin the other to the bed. Pac groans softly, and his head falls back. Mike watches him take a long drag from the blunt and pets two fingers up and down Pac's pussy, just tracing the shape of his folds and lightly pressing against his hard little cock. He leans down and presses a soft kiss against his dick, feels it twitch under his lips and smiles.

"Mikey," Pac's already moaning, all breathy and soft. Mike laughs a little and drags his tongue against the wet spot on Pac's underwear, enjoying the little gasp it drags from his soulmate's mouth and the fuzz of pleasure through their link. He laps at the soft fabric and lets Pac squirm against him, needy for more. He keeps going until the panties are sticking like a second skin to Pac's cunt. He pulls back and grins, reaching blindly for his communicator and snapping a picture just for him. Pac whimpers, having finished the blunt, and covers his face with his hands. Mike grins wolfishly and tugs the underwear off.

Mike doesn't feel like fucking Pac, he hopes he understands. So he leans in and locks his lips around Pac's little dick, sucking and lapping at the sensitive little bundle. Pac's back arches, and his hands fly to Mike's hair, tightening in the stands and twisting hard. Mike smiles and presses two thick fingers slowly inside of him. Pac groans and clenches around the intrusion, melting back against the bed and letting himself go to the pleasure Mike is offering him.

Pac is so high that he can't talk or do anything but moan, giggle, and squirm. Mike pays careful attention to their link and pushes through the haze to keep track of Pac's enjoyment. Usually, this goes well; they both enjoy intoxication a lot, but Mike would hate for this to get spoiled because Pac gets overwhelmed. Pac is a mess above him, mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. Mike laughs and doubles down on his efforts.

The weed makes everything better. Mike brings Pac to orgasm after orgasm. Pac's muscular thighs clench around his head, and Mike groans softly, three fingers stretching him out now. Mike pulls away when Pac comes down from his sixth or seventh orgasm of the afternoon. He presses one last kiss to Pac's twitchy and sensitive cunt and sits up, wiping Pac's slick off his mouth and grinning at him.

"Good?" he asks, his hands running affectionately up and down Pac's stomach. He likes the way the muscles clench and twitch under his hands. Pac opens his eyes and looks at Mike hazily, his mind gone to the drugs and pleasure. He smiles and nods slowly, stretching out like a lounging cat and motioning for Mike to lay down.

Mike smiles and obliges, laying his head on Pac's chest and his arms around his waist.

[kimchikrust]

how yn and c!bkg first met to dating (a love story). mdni

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bakugou hated going to the gym in the afternoon. it was too crowded; there were never any benches, or squat racks, or sometimes weights. he growled under his breath as his eyes scanned the last area of space. what was usually open because of being in the back of the gym, other students were taking up the space (which surprised him because there weren’t any mirrors along the wall, and these guys must be desperate too). bakugou was starting to think it might just be a bad day at the gym before his eyes settled on the three plates racked on either side of three barbell. there’s someone he could hop in between sets with.

his eyes landed on the shorter girl sitting on top of the plates, wearing spandex shorts and a pump cover (massive shirt that hides the gains). she had headphones fitted over her ears and her head was bopping to the beat of whatever she was listening to. bakugou decided to leave her alone and find a different spot.

he ended up not seeing her again for the rest of his workout, to his slight disappointment. but he shrugged it off and chugged his protein shake while leaving the gym. he forgot about it within hours.

a week later, kaminari tells him that he’s going to have friends over, and bakugou knows what that means. kaminari only ever had friends over when he wanted to smoke weed. while bakugou didn’t care that kaminari smoked, he wasn’t interested in indulging himself, so kaminari opted to just invite other people over for a smoke sesh.

bakugou was closest to the front door when kaminari’s guests arrived. when he pulled the door, his glare dropped for a moment as he came face-to-face with the girl from the gym. this time, she was wearing a massive sweater and comfortable, stretchy pants.

“bro, what are you doing? invite them in,” kaminari’s voice broke bakugou out of his trance. he silently stepped back to allow the girl and two other individuals he already knew inside.

“feeling alright, bakugou?” ashido asked curiously as she walked by.

“yeah,” he mumbled, stretching his arm as he scratched the back of his neck.

“i’m yn,” she girl spoke up, sending him a little wave. “nice to meet you.” she came off distant, but bakugou noted her politeness.

he huffed. “you idiots smoking?”

“duh,” kaminari drawled before smirking. “why? you wanna join us?”

“no.”

kaminari shrugged, anticipating that answer. “let us know if it gets obnoxious, alright? i’ll try not to stink up the rest of the place.”

bakugou moved to his room to study, knowing from experience that the smell never managed to reach his room. after about an hour, he heard the group of them in the kitchen, their hushed voices and muffled giggles told bakugou they got the munchies and opted to stay in his room until it went quiet outside his door.

it was dark by the time he stepped outside his room, desperate to reach the bathroom. the apartment was quiet, apart from the soft music playing from kaminari’s room. as he walked back to his room, he noticed the light in the kitchen flickering. he mentally cursed the dying bulb he’s been meaning to fix as he enters the kitchen to turn the light off.

his arrival makes yn jump as she’s mid-bite into a cookie. she’s leaning against the counter, hovering over a nearly empty tray. he noticed her eyes were red immediately, and her pupils were slightly dilated.

“oh, i thought you went to sleep,” yn said as she chewed.

“where are the other idiots?”

“they clunked,” she answered, rolling her bright red eyes. her eyelids looked heavy from the way they rested half-lidded. bakugou frowned, searching through his brain to decipher what she meant. “they knocked out. fell asleep.”

bakugou scoffed, glaring at her as he crossed his arms over his chest. he noticed how short she was now that he was finally looking at her. “why not just say that then?” he huffed.

she shrugged, unbothered by his disapproval. “i think it sounds boring.”

“well you sound ridiculous.”

“i don’t remember asking.” she had a bit more bite in her tone and bakugou realized he liked hearing it.

“too bad” he answered, matching her intense glare as she struggled to find something to retaliate with. but the remark never came. yn leaned back and focused her attention on the half-eaten cookie.

“is this some ritual you do with the friends kaminari invites over?” she asked suddenly, tone flat and expression unreadable. “your way of asserting your dominance or whatever?”

“what?” bakugou scoffed. “i don’t need to assert dominance, this is my home. if i wanted your ass gone, i’d put you out myself.”

yn pursed her lips and nodded, seemingly pleased with his honesty.

“so what’s your major?” she asked after a moment of silence, surprising bakugou.

“chemical engineering,” he grumbled. “yours?”

she beamed at his participation, preparing for a dead conversation. “marketing, with a minor in international business.”

bakugou nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. he didn’t know anything about either.

“i saw you at the gym last week,” he blurted out as he noticed her reach for her phone. successfully pulling her attention back onto him, he briefly wondered why he was still talking to her.

“you did? what was i doing?” yn asked with genuine intrigue. bakugou kinda enjoyed the full, undivided attention that she gave him.

“hip thrusting,” he answered, recalling how the plates first caught his attention. “i was impressed by the weight.”

“why didn’t you say anything?” she laughed airily.

“you were in the middle of your workout. i wasn’t going to interrupt.” he leaned against the fridge as he was getting tired of standing in the open space.

“I guess.” yn shrugged, mulling over her next words. “do you go to the gym a lot?”

bakugou gave her a look and raised his arm up to flex his massive bicep. “do you really have to ask?”

yn fought her smile and tried to come off annoyed by his apparent complex. “whatever. how come i’ve never seen you around before then?”

“i prefer going in the morning when no one’s there.”

that got her excited. “oh, i’ve always wanted to go early, but no one ever wants to go with me.”

“you can go when i go, just don’t follow me around,” he suggested, freezing in his spot as he realized what he just did. inviting some random girl he just met to the gym with him? what the hell is wrong with him?

fortunately for him, the smile yn gave him didn’t reach her eyes as she said, “we’ll see.”

their conversation was cut short as sero stumbled out of the room and entered the kitchen in search of water. he barely acknowledged bakugou as he eyed yn with a devious expression.

“you look like you need another bowl,” he said playfully, causing her to laugh heartedly.

“well, if you’re offering to pack for me…?” bakugou felt a flare of jealousy towards the wide smile she was giving his long-time friend.

sero scoffed an ‘of course’, before dragging you back into kaminari’s room. abandoning bakugou in the kitchen under the flickering light.

-

bakugou didn’t see yn for awhile after that first interaction. he only noticed because he’d think of her whenever the apartment smelled like weed. he wondered if yn had been over, or hoped she was still in kaminari’s room and he’d run into her in the kitchen like before. he didn’t understand why he was so interested in her, specifically. kaminari had brought other girls from outside their group of friends before, and bakugou hadn’t paid them any attention.

the next time he saw her, kaminari was throwing a kickback in their apartment. his best friend, eijiro decided to attend, which left bakugou without an excuse to get out of joining the fun.

bakugou was on his fifth seltzer by the time he realized yn was in his apartment again. with a nice buzz going, he felt confident enough to approach her. she must have been familiar with the difference between a kickback and a party because she was dressed in comfy clothes natural makeup. she had a cup in her hand and a lit joint between her fingers as she engaged in conversation with eijiro.

“hey,” he grumbled, stepping up to them.

yn chuckled in amusement. “not having fun?”

“they made sure i couldn’t leave the apartment and i’m locked out of my room.” that was an exaggeration, but the intrigued expression that yn gave him was priceless. bakugou quickly caught on to her more guarded personality this time around. probably because there were a lot of new people she’d come across tonight, and not everyone would stick. “haven’t seen you around,” he commented as he watched her take a drag, appreciating when she turned her head to blow smoke in another direction,

“i’m surprised you cared enough to notice.” bakugou understood what she really meant.

“our conversation was cut short.” he shrugged, playing it off casually. “i was looking forward to continuing it.”

she stared him skeptically, with a playful smile on her lips. the way her eyes rested on him, however, made him feel like he was about to get set up. “tell me what you actually want, and i might entertain it.”

there was a sultry way to how she said it that made bakugou shiver. he wondered if she was only interested in a hookup, but she clearly appreciated honesty, so it wouldn’t hurt him to confess. he was undoubtedly buzzed enough to.

“i’d like to take you on a date,” he answered clearly. from the way yn’s eyes widened, it was obvious she was expecting something else. that sent a wave of panic through bakugou.

“okay,” yn gasped eagerly, quickly getting over her stupor. “sorry, i wasn’t expecting that,” she laughed sheepishly. “usually, the fairly attractive guy isn’t interested in anything more than a hookup.” that made bakugou frown. what type of assholes were you used to?

“is there anything specific you’d wanna do?”

he let her ponder over it for a moment before she started chewing on her bottom lip.

“maybe we could go to the gym and get something to eat after?” for the first time, yn sounded nervous, almost unsure of herself for her suggestion.

bakugou gave her a gentle smile.

“sounds perfect.”

[abeautylives]

Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 2

author’s note: The word "skivvies" means underwear. Apparently not everyone knows that lol

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2014-2016

word count: 7k this part

warnings: language, more teenage angst, illicit substance use, underage drinking, mentions of sex and sexual situations, fingering, angry Sam

I was serious when I said I couldn’t show my face at the Kiszka household for a while. 

Sam showed up at my front door the next afternoon, and immediately started making fun of me for being rejected by his brother. 

“Oh Joshy, why won’t you kiss me?!” Complete with immature kissy sounds and puppy dog eyes.

I could only wonder what Josh had told him happened. He wouldn’t tell me. Menace.

It was one thing to hang out with Sam so soon after the incident, but there was no way I could be around Josh. Or even Jake.

The more I thought about that night (which was a lot), the more I over-analyzed Jake’s reaction to his twin cozying up to me.

Was I crazy to think that he was mad at me? Or at Josh? The look on his face had been murderous (it got even more murdery every time I thought about it). Had I imagined that?

Because I’m the luckiest girl on earth, I didn’t have to wait that long to find out.

After three weeks of avoiding their house all together, Sam convinced me to come by for a smoke sesh in the garage. Same as always, the usual, totally casual. I knocked twice on the door and let myself in, sat on the old throw rug right next to Sam, joined the rotation with Danny on the couch across from me and Sam to my left. Around and round it went, while I refused to meet the eyes of anyone in the room but Sammy.

Jake sat upon his ugly floral throne and Josh was tucked into the corner of the couch beside him. I risked peeking up at them, back and forth, whenever I knew they weren’t paying attention. 

They were so different. More different than I had ever realized, but Josh seemed okay - a little quiet but he smiled easily and laughed freely. I don’t think Jake even glanced in my direction once, but I was too scared to look at him for too long, so who knows.

Eventually, Sam smoked too much. He did this almost every time, you’d think he’d have figured it out by then. He laid himself flat out on the cement floor and dozed off, so I asked Danny to toss me one of the dingy throw pillows from the couch. 

“Here, stupid.” I shoved Sam’s shoulder and he stirred enough to lift his head, I stuffed the pillow underneath it. He went out like a light.

Jake chose the moment Sam passed out to stand from the chair. He stayed there for a second, and I could see him from the corner of my eye. Just standing there, like a total weirdo! So yeah, I looked up at him. Don’t you worry, he was already looking down at me and our eyes locked. Of course they did.

His expression was pretty neutral but made me feel squirmy anyway, so I blinked and looked at Josh instead. You guessed it, he was already looking at me too! Except he’s perfectly lovely and sweet, so he grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“Come grab some snacks with me, Tiny.”

Nope, Josh didn’t say that. I nearly snapped my neck jerking my head back up to Jake. “C’mon, T.”

When we were still in middle school, Sam and I would sometimes watch reruns of The Twilight Zone, have you ever seen that show? Each episode was a story about some seriously weird and disturbing shit, alternate realities.

This was like that. I had entered the Twilight Zone.

Josh was my only option for help, so I obviously looked over at Danny instead. He was melting into the couch again, lightweight.

“Let’s go.” This Jake was freaking me out. I mean, he didn’t talk to me much under normal circumstances, but he definitely never asked me to go anywhere with him. Let alone demanded it.

“Okay!” Once again, I embarrassed myself under this roof. My voice came out strained and squeaky. Let’s blame it on the dry mouth. 

He skirted around the chair and out the side door, and my body just got up to follow him. Traitor! I stepped over Sam and before I made it to the door, Josh’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

“Hey, you okay?”

Ugh, he’s so perfect. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine but he’s being so weird, right?” Right?!

“He is. He’s been kinda weird for a couple weeks, even with me. But uh… Good luck in there, missed you around here.” He released his hold on my wrist and chuckled. Traitor!

My possible friendship with Josh was tenuous at best, but I was considering a forever type of silent treatment after this betrayal. I sucked a few deep breaths into my lungs before I walked into the house, and when I made it to the kitchen, Jake was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t even pulled any snacks out. He lifted his eyes to me as I walked in, and did that flippy thing with the hair that always flopped over them.

“What’s up Biebs?” He hated that (he and Sam both did, it was great), and I knew he hated that, but he was getting on my nerves with his attention, with his demands. I could see the hate written all over his face, but I crossed the kitchen and leaned into the counter across from him. Then I matched his wide-legged stance, crossed my arms, and scowled. We stared at each other for a beat, my underarms started to sweat before he responded. 

“Where have you been the last few weekends?”

What do you mean he’d noticed I hadn’t been here? Was he for real?

“Uhh, I’ve been around, I guess. What do you care?”

“You avoiding us, Tiny?” He adjusted his stance, straightening up to his full height (a whopping half inch taller than me - what is it with these guys?) but kept his arms across his chest. His hair had fallen back into his eyes and he flipped it away, and I just stared at him in silence. “Something happen the last time you were here?”

What do you know, dickhead?

“Like what, Jacob?” I smoothed out the scowl from between my eyebrows and batted my lashes at him. I’m so innocent! He did not like it. His arms dropped to his sides and he pushed himself away from the counter. In less than a second he was standing right in front of me. In a fraction of that, he had leaned in close, the tip of his nose nearly touching mine. I tried to back away, arching my back over the edge of the counter, but he moved in further.

Now my back was sweating.

“Did you fool around with my brother?”

Jesus. His question breezed over my lips and his words shot straight to my gut. It wasn’t like the soft caress of Josh’s voice asking what I was doing when I’d been begging him to kiss me. This wasn’t like that at all. 

“Uh-“ Yeah yeah, I had to clear my throat. I think I stopped breathing. “Who? Sammy? Gross, dude.”

Deflect! Deflect!

“Did you fuck Josh, T?”

WHAT?!

I pushed him away from me. I couldn’t breathe!

“What the hell are you talking about, Jake? Of course I didn’t… do that!” I’d never done that, with anyone, had he lost his mind?

“Then why is he acting so weird? And why haven’t you been here since that night?” He really seemed surprised that I hadn’t fu- had sex with Josh on the couch in the garage. What kind of girl did he take me for?

“Ask him yourself, asshole!”

“I did! Multiple times! He won’t say shit and says you guys are just friends, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve been too chicken-shit to show your face!”

Why was he so close to me again? I put a palm squarely in the middle of his chest, ready to push his ass to the floor if I had to, but he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and squeezed. Kinda hard.

“My own brother won’t tell me the truth and it’s your fault.” He pushed my hand back into my own chest. “What did you do to him?”

I was truly at a loss for words, so I uttered a few that I honestly had never said to anyone before. Not even Sam.

“Fuck you, Jake.”

But he didn’t even move! His face sort of twisted up, like he was confused, but I don’t think I could have been any more clear.

“Grow up, Tiny.”

Ugh, when did he learn how to push all my buttons? “You grow up, and mind your own business you creep. What, are you jealous I kissed Josh and not you?”

You should’ve seen it, seriously. You had to be there. He sprung away from me like I’d electrocuted him. 

“You are! Oh this is hilarious, you’re jealous.” I had to say it, the look on his face was a mixture of disgust and embarrassment. I couldn’t believe it. “Do you like me Jake? Huh? You wanna kiss me Jake?”

There’s no excuse for that one. I still don’t know why I said it. But then, ohhhh then, he rushed back into my space, wrapped both hands around the base of my skull, and slammed his lips against mine.

See? Luckiest girl on earth.

A lot of things happened in a span of a very few seconds. 

The weight of his body pushed me into the counter pretty hard, but I barely registered the pain. My first reaction was obviously shock, confusion, but it quickly turned into acceptance and my lips went from stiff against his to soft and welcoming.

Yep. I kissed him back.

My hands flew up and wrapped around his wrists, and he actually gripped my hair. I gasped into the kiss and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He groaned, I moaned and-

“Seriously?!”

We bounced apart like the opposite poles of two magnets. Jake didn’t stop moving backwards until he hit the counter across from me.

“This is seriously fucked up, guys.” Sam stood in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes red and unfocused, but they landed on me. “Go home, T. I shouldn’t have even asked you to come here.”

Before I could argue or even get upset with him, he turned out of the room and was gone.

I was confused. Very confused. My heart was still beating erratically in my chest and my breaths didn’t feel right either. Of all the people on the planet, I had to look to Jake effing Kiszka for help.

“Jake…” My voice came out small, weak.

For a minute, he just shook his head. My vision went a little blurry.

I am not going to cry in front of another one of these idiots!

“Jake.” Stronger that time, better. “Why did you do that?”

“Why did you?”

“You kissed me first! I-“

“You liked it.”

No, no I did not. I loved it. There was enough potential that I could’ve been smitten with it.

“You’re disgusting.” As I found my voice, I also found some anger. That anger coerced my feet into action, and I found myself toe to toe with him again. I pushed a finger right into his chest, for good measure. “Don’t ever-“

I learned a few things that night. One thing was that Jake was a really terrible listener. 

He didn’t grab me again, he didn’t crowd me or slam his mouth to mine. He just leaned forward and let his lips hover over mine. That shut me up real quick. 

“You sure, T?” Ugh, he whispered. And it was sexy, and seductive.

Another thing I learned that night was that Jake was a real prick.

Because he whispered those words across my lips, wrapped his hands around my upper arms and spun us around, backed me into the counter…

And walked away.

With all that being said, that might have been the night I started falling for Jake Kiszka. But I don’t really remember.

Sam didn’t speak a word to me for six days.

He was really mad at me! Or at least I figured he was, since he sent me away and said I never should have been there to begin with. And he ignored all my texts. And calls. Shit, I even emailed him once.

I passed him in the halls at school all week, tried to catch his attention from a distance, watched him purposefully look past me, or through me each time.

I had really fucked up.

On the seventh day, he gave it a rest. A full week since incident #2, he texted me. 

sammy: I’m sorry too

That was it. I had apologized a hundred unanswered times, pleaded with him to just talk to me, for a week. After so much silent treatment, I didn’t really know how to address it.

Me: my dad wants me to stay with him for the summer

That was true. My dad always wanted me to stay with him for the summer, but I usually chose to stay home and traded out the other, shorter holiday breaks with him. I hadn’t seriously been considering it, until incident #2.

sammy: In Traverse? Are you gonna go?

Me: yeah. 

What did you expect me to say? I needed to get out of the bubble that was our town and away from all the testosterone. Granted, Traverse City is only like three hours away, but that was pretty far for a kid with no license.

Sam didn’t text me back. I was glad I was leaving.

School let out for the summer and my dad picked me up that weekend. Traverse City isn’t all that different from home, aside from triple the population. There’s plenty to do outdoors - beaches and trails - but my dad didn’t exactly provide the same kind of company as Sam. 

When you’re running free with your best friend, the break never seems long enough. This was the longest summer I could remember, but by early July Sam and I were back on regular speaking terms. We texted all the time, and eventually accepted each other’s apologies. 

But after not hearing from him at all before I left town, the first time he reached out was not all that fun.

sammy: Can I ask you a question 

Me: shoot

sammy: Why did it have to be my brothers?

Me: …

Me: what do you mean

sammy: You could make out with ANYONE else

sammy: Why them?

So Josh did tell him something. 

Me: Josh told you we kissed?

sammy: That’s not an answer.

The truth? You know the truth. I started crushing on Josh sometime between his bare chest at Fischer Hall and the skintight jeans with the peace sign patch on the ass that he started wearing later that summer. 

But I still didn’t know what the hell had happened with Jake.

Me: i already said i was sorry sam. I. AM. SORRY. 

Me: i really did like josh… he doesn’t like me back

Me: but i DID NOT KISS JAKE!!! He kissed ME and i have no clue why

Me: I DO NOT LIKE HIM, I HATE HIM

Look, I rarely lied to Sam. I had no reason to. But that text? That was a big fat lie.

How could I tell him that not only did I not hate Jake, I liked kissing Jake. I wanted to kiss Jake again. I wanted to learn how he did it, what his moves were, what made him-

No. Couldn’t tell baby brother all that. So I lied, and I avoided at all costs. 

Back to the best of friends by August, Sam was waiting in my driveway the day my dad dropped me off. We spent the last week of the summer attached at the hip again, but I didn’t step foot in his house for a very long time.

The Friday after my eighteenth birthday, Sammy threw me a party. That I didn’t ask for.

I rarely hung out with him at his own house anymore, and if I did it was only when I knew for certain that Jake wasn’t home. 

Josh and I had developed a sort of friendly relationship over the last couple years, stemming from a run-in at a movie theater. I was on a date (it went terribly), Josh was on a date (I asked him about it later and yes, that guy liked him back!), we fumbled awkwardly through hellos and introductions. He told me he missed seeing me around.

Those five words were enough to convince me that it would be okay to go to the house if he was there.

But not Jake. Never Jake.

So imagine my utter shock and horror when I knocked twice on the garage door, slipped underneath it, and found the room packed full of people.

“SURPRISE!!!”

Fuck me, right? No one likes surprise parties. I particularly hate them. Especially when I’m standing there like an idiot, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, taking in an unexpected mass of people and my stupid eyes lock on Jake stupid Kiszka.

And he smirked. Asshole.

“I’m not ready to leave you.”

Despite the garage full of our friends, I still ended up on Sam’s lap in the ugly chair, a little buzzed and kind of weepy. I tucked my face into his shoulder.

Don’t judge me. I’d already done a few hours worth of dancing, laughing and drinking. And avoiding the proverbial elephant in the room. It was exhausting. 

He shrugged off my concerns. “When I’m famous, you can just drop out and come on tour with us.” He raised his beer up to me, so I tapped mine against it. Cheers to adulthood, I guess. 

“You better get famous, you dick. Or even better, fail miserably and come live in Ann Arbor with me.”

In a month, I was graduating. It's not like I was leaving for college right away, but the reality of being eighteen was weighing on me. Sam’s reality was even heavier.

The fucking band was getting noticed. Being seen. What was I gonna do if they took off, if he left me and Michigan behind?

“Cheer up, T. This is supposed to be a party.” He squeezed me with the arm wrapped around my waist.

“Yeah yeah. I’m fine… I’m just gonna miss you.”

He was really great sometimes, my best friend. He reached down and sat his beer on the floor, then wrapped both arms around me. “I’ll miss you too, you know that.”

I let my eyes close for a minute and just enjoyed it, then sighed heavily against his neck. “Okay, sorry for the pity party. Let me up, I gotta pee.”

A few people were lingering in the kitchen when I made it into the house, they all raised their drinks and yelled happy birthday as I passed through. In the upstairs bathroom, I could hear when they filtered back outside, the house falling silent. I gave myself a little pep talk in the mirror before I left.

Get it together, woman. Have a good time, enjoy the fucking summer. Grow. Up.

Good talk, I know. 

When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I heard the refrigerator open. As I turned into the kitchen, someone was still standing there, hidden by the door.

But I knew who it was.

The fridge door swung closed and there he was. And we were alone. 

Not this shit again.

I wasn’t gonna do it, I wasn’t gonna do anything. I swear. But I kept moving to pass him and leave the room, and he stuck an arm out and stopped me in my tracks. 

“Just let me go, Jake.” See? I had zero interest in this! I didn’t even look at him. Ya know, until he physically turned my body to face him. He had the nerve to smile.

“Happy birthday, T.” Thank God he didn’t whisper it, he was so good at whispering.

“Yeah, thanks. See ya.” I tried to leave again, but he put both hands on me and kept me facing him, toe to toe. Another showdown in the Kiszka kitchen.

“Don’t be like that.”

Oh, how I hated him in that moment. Everything came back, the confusion, the anger I felt the last time we’d been here. When he basically accused me of being a slut right before accusing me of wanting him. And being right about it.

I shook his hands off my arms and took a step back. “No. No, I’m not doing this again.” I turned to leave again, and he caught me by the wrist.

“What are you talk-“

“Stop! Don’t pretend you don’t know!”

“Tiny, I really-“

“Don’t call me that, and don’t act like you don’t know exactly why I have avoided you for two fucking years.”

Maybe it was my expression, or maybe it was the tone of my voice, I’ll never know but he dropped my wrist and actually managed to look guilty.

“Exactly. Bye, Jake.”

I made it to the doorway. If I had just been moving faster, I would’ve missed it and probably never experienced what happened next.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s no way I’d heard that right. It spun me around where I stood.

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry, about that night.”

I waited for the ground to open up and swallow us, or a meteor to blast through the ceiling. Surely the world was ending. Nothing happened.

“Really. What exactly are you sorry for, hm? Why exactly do you think I hate you?”

“You hate me?” I’m sure you can imagine, but yes, he had the audacity to look surprised by that information. It pissed me off.

“Get real, Jake.” I moved closer. “Get fucking real. Tell me what you’re apologizing for, go ahead. What part of that night are you sorry for?” By the time I was done, I was all up in his space and he looked uncomfortable.

Good.

“I’m sorry I accused you of sleeping with Josh.”

The big bad anger deflated, but only a little. I really hadn’t expected him to acknowledge that.

“You accused a sixteen year old virgin of fucking your brother on a dirty couch in your garage.” He literally cringed. I get it, it sounded bad. Because it was.

“That was really shitty of me-“

“You think?!”

“Let me finish,” His hands were on me again, wrapped around my upper arms. “Please.”

All I could do was nod. That please is what did it. He really seemed to feel bad, and I was believing it.

“I said that out of anger, T. I knew something happened out there, and Josh was all fucked up about it after. He wouldn’t talk to me, and he tells me everything.” My shoulders shook with the force of that word. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

My mind was reeling, grasping for the meaning he intended. I shook my head.

“We’re twins, we don’t have secrets. I thought you either forced him to do something he didn’t want to, or you… were mean to him. Judged him.”

It dawned on me, clear as day. 

“You knew.” 

He tipped his chin and nodded, just once. 

“I don’t- then what about the rest? I called you jealous, but it had nothing to do with that. But you were!”

He nodded again. My resolve crumbled.

“Why did you kiss me?” I whispered it, but I wasn’t trying to be sexy, or seductive.

“Because I was jealous. And I wanted to.”

Gulp.

“I’m really sorry that I hurt your feelings. I never wanted you to hate me.”

“What did you want?”

As you can imagine, that question sealed my fate.

“Just you.”

My back was against the refrigerator before he even finished breathing the words. This time, there was no moment of shock, I wasn’t confused, and my lips were not stiff. 

His hands slid up my arms and into my hair, and he tilted my head. My mouth opened for him, and I gripped the front of his t-shirt for dear life.

Remember when I told you that by sixteen, I had kissed plenty? That was true. By eighteen, I’d kissed plenty more.

But this kiss was going to ruin me, and I knew it.

He let a hand slip from my hair and ran it down the length of my body, past my shoulder, over my ribs and the small of my waist, then he tucked it between me and the fridge and flattened it to my lower back. And pulled my hips into his.

Oh my god. He did want me, I could feel the evidence of that pressed against me.

“Jake.” I broke the kiss but his lips kept moving, he tilted my head further and ran kisses over my cheek, my jaw. “Jake.”

“Mm?” His hips ground into mine, he didn’t take his lips off of me. 

“What- fuck, what are we doing?” My hands flattened against his chest and pushed, just a little, and he finally lifted his face.

His breath was coming quickly, I could feel it under my palms. “What do you wanna do, T?”

My brain raced toward an answer, past all the reasons we shouldn’t do what I wanted to do. There’s still a party going on in the garage, Sam is waiting there for me to come back from the bathroom, this is a bad idea, this is Jake, Sam may never forgive me for this.

“Can we- should we… go somewhere else?” Yeah, that’s what my brain landed on.

“You sure?” The memory of that same question, two years ago, rushed in and I knew that if he walked away from me this time, I would never get over it.

“I’m sure.”

He didn’t stop to reconsider or question my decision, just took my hand and led me back to the stairs. We rushed to the second floor, not leaving time to second guess or re-evaluate. He practically dragged me into his room, slammed the door behind us and locked it.

I didn’t bother looking around, it was dark anyway but I didn’t want to think too hard about what was happening. I just let him push me towards a bed and fell into it. He tore his shirt over his head and covered my body and mouth with his. 

My legs opened and he settled between them, immediately grinding into me. This was happening, and it was happening fast. Our mouths were securely attached, so I wriggled beneath him, tugging the hem of my shirt up. As soon as he caught on to what I was doing he took over the task, sliding a hand up under my shirt and touching my bare skin for the first time. 

“Fucking hell, T.” God, his voice was ragged, he was literally panting as he leaned back to use both hands, spreading his palms over my stomach, my ribcage, skimming over the sides of my breasts and up until my shirt was over my head and thrown to the floor.

For a minute we just stared at each other, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. 

He had changed so little and so much in the last two years. Physically, his hair had grown long, hanging to his shoulders instead of flipping across his forehead. His cockiness had transformed into confidence, and his actions up to this moment had been firm and self-assured. As we took each other in, I wondered what changes he saw in me.

Did he see a woman that night, pinned to his mattress by his eyes? At sixteen, I’d tried so hard to convince all of them that I was grown - could he see the ways that I had?

“You’re so fucking hot.” Okay, yeah it wasn’t poetry or anything, but his words pulsed through my bloodstream and settled between my thighs. Something like a whine slipped from the back of my throat, and suddenly we were moving in fast motion. He covered me again, but his kiss landed on my jaw, then below my ear, then the base of my throat. As it passed my collarbone I tangled my hands into his hair. He’d propped himself up on an elbow and the other hand slid up my ribs again then covered my breast.

I wish I could remember what my bra even looked like that night, but it hadn’t seemed like he cared.

He squeezed me softly, I moaned, he squeezed harder. Then his fingers tugged the top of the cup down, and for the first time, a part of me was truly naked in front of Jake Kiszka.

There was only a fleeting moment where he lifted his head and looked at my chest, bared to him, my nipple already hard and aching for his attention - then he dropped his mouth over it and sucked it in.

My back arched off the bed and he sucked me in deeper, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he softly put his teeth on it.

“Yes.” I hardly recognized my own voice, but he must have recognized the need or the urgency in it, because he applied just a tiny bit of pressure, and bit me. “Yes!”

His head popped up and his eyes met mine. “Fuck, you liked that?”

Was that weird? Was I not supposed to? I didn’t know what to say, so I nodded. It prompted him to pull the other side of my bra down and treat my other nipple to the same affection, so I guessed it was the right answer.

We were writhing together, friction between our hips and my hands holding his head to my chest until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Jake, kiss me, please…”

Somewhere along the line, he’d become a better listener. His lips slotted over mine and he kissed me deeply, I felt it everywhere. Until his hand started fumbling with the button of my jeans. It popped open and he slid the zipper down. Just as his fingers danced over the edge of my underwear, he paused. 

Against my mouth he whispered, “Yes?”

I nodded frantically, breaking the kiss.

“Say it, T.”

“Yes.”

Fingers slid over cotton and tucked themselves between my legs, and my entire body shuddered. He dropped his gaze to where he was touching me as he pressed them into me and slid them up my center, catching on my clit. I jolted at the contact. 

“Jesus Christ.”

Had I surprised him? Done something wrong? Why was he pulling his hand away- oh.

His hand slipped out of my jeans only long enough to slide under the waist of my panties, then it disappeared inside them. 

Jake Kiszka had his fingers on my actual, bare-

You get it.

Again, they pressed into me and then through me, I could feel the way my body offered no resistance, slick and easy. 

“You- you’re so…” His voice trailed off, but I needed to know. What was I? What was he thinking?

“What, Jake?” I sounded breathy, my voice coming out shaky and quiet. He looked up into my eyes.

“You’re so wet.” He sounded stunned, awe lacing his tone. 

My throat closed, I swallowed hard. Embarrassment made my chest hot and I opened my mouth to say something. I’m sorry? But my mouth snapped shut because he moved his fingers through the wetness again and groaned, deep and low, before tracing up to my clit again and circling it.

He continued to watch my face, I think. I’m not sure, because my eyes slammed shut as my body bowed into the feeling, but it seemed like he was watching all of my reactions closely. I’m sure he saw my face drop when his fingers left my clit, only to see my jaw fall open when one moved lower and pushed inside me slowly.

Inside. Me. My eyes shot open and found him staring at me, nostrils flared. 

“Relax, T. You’re so tight.”

Was that bad? I pulled a deep breath into my lungs, in through my nose and out through trembling lips. Tried my hardest to relax every muscle, but I was wound so tight I felt like I would implode. 

I must have done something right, because his finger slid deeper and he murmured the worst thing I’d ever heard.

“That’s good, good girl.”

In hindsight, I know he wasn’t even trying to be sexy. But my body tightened around his finger again and he started to withdraw it. I panicked, gripped his wrist and dug my nails in just as he pushed all the way inside. 

“God!” I couldn’t help it, the invasion was overwhelming me.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” He was pumping it inside me now. “Tell me what you want.” Focus made his features look so serious, but his voice was calm and coaxing. I had no fucking clue what to say.

So I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“More.” He smiled, his mouth curling up at the corners. I felt him withdraw his finger all the way, gasped as he swirled two over my clit, then entered me again with both. 

“Jesus, you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

So good, so good. That’s good. I let myself relax into his touch and within a few seconds my hips were moving in time with his fingers. My bottom lip was held tight between my teeth as I tried not to let any of the sounds building in my throat escape. He noticed.

His face came close, he pecked a kiss to my cheek then whispered into my ear. “Let me hear you, just be quiet.” 

I really had no choice, because as soon as the words left his mouth, he pressed his thumb to my clit and plunged his fingers deep.

“Shit Jake, yes yes yes…”

Still next to my ear, he tucked his face into my neck and kissed me there before making his way back to my lips. His tongue swept out over my bottom lip and I opened to him, let him in. My eyes fluttered closed.

Then I felt it, a tightening, low in my belly. A tingling even lower. I don’t know what I did that signaled to him, but he knew.

“Are you gonna come for me?” He asked between kisses. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

I didn’t have to. All it took was a few more pumps of his fingers, a couple circles with his thumb, and I had my first orgasm. 

Trust me when I tell you, it was a doozy. 

My entire body tensed, my back arched and my mouth opened. Thank God I couldn’t hear myself over the buzz in my head because I’m sure the sound I made was mortifying, but it didn’t matter. As quickly as it had gripped me, it started to fade away. Things came back into focus and I felt Jake’s fingers softly moving in shallow strokes before they stopped and he pulled them from me. 

“Wow.”

Who said that? Oh, it was Jake. I peeked up at him and his eyes were wide, almost black in the darkness. Then he pulled his hand from my pants and stood up so quickly, I was sure I’d done something wrong. I shot up to sit and had barely planted my feet on the floor when I heard his belt buckle clink. The shuffle of his shoes across the carpet as he toed them off his feet. The soft swish of denim falling down his legs and hitting the floor, more shuffling and he stepped out of his jeans.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

I didn’t even have time to truly panic, because he stepped back up to the bed and leaned down, kissing me briefly on the lips before using his hands to guide me backwards, laying across his bed again. He reached for the waist of my pants and, already undone, started to slide them off of my hips. I let him pull them down my legs until they got stuck at my shoes. 

He chuckled. I giggled, nervously. He slipped my shoes off then tugged my jeans from my feet. I shifted and sat back up. 

And there I was. Looking at Jake Kiszka in nothing but his skivvies and socks, and myself wearing much of the same. Except my tits were out, the cups of my bra pushing them up from underneath. 

Jake must have sensed my nerves, because he asked me if I was still sure. I nodded and he demanded to hear it out loud. 

“Yes.”

He turned to his nightstand, rummaged blindly  through the drawer, and when he straightened he slipped his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his underwear.

Then they hit the floor.

And there I was. Looking at Jake Kiszka in nothing but his socks. 

My cheeks exploded with heat and I was grateful that he couldn’t see me blushing in the dark, but I must have made a face, or a noise, because he was poised to tear open the condom wrapper and he stopped. 

“Are you okay?”

Oh shit, what did I do?

“Um-“ Cleared my throat. “I- yeah. Yes. Sorry. I’ve just, never done this before.”

“Ha ha, T. For real, what’s wrong?”

Ha ha? I wasn’t laughing. 

“Nothing. It’s fine, I just haven’t ever…” It trailed off, because there was something wrong with the way he was looking at me. 

“Fuck. You gotta be kidding me.” Ouch. 

His arms dropped to his sides, condom packet still between the first two fingers of his left hand. He flicked it away, it skimmed the surface of the nightstand and fell behind it.

No, no no no. 

“What? What are you doing?” There it was, a little bit of that panic, finally allowed to bloom under my skin. He bent and stepped back into his boxer briefs and pulled them up. My own semi-nudity suddenly felt shameful, so I tugged the cups of my bra back up to cover my breasts. “Jake, I still want th-“

“No. I can’t, T. You’re still a virgin?” 

Was I crazy, because I hadn’t seen anything wrong with that before this exact moment? He stepped back into his jeans and started pulling them up.

I reached out to stop him, a hand on his wrist. “Yeah, but who cares? It’s not that big of-“

“I care!” He ripped his arms away from me, pulled his pants up and fastened them. He continued as he started plucking my own clothes from the floor and shoving them into my shaking arms. “I can’t do that, I can’t be your first. I can’t fucking believe this.”

The first tear slipped and ran down my cheek, and I swiped it away, frustrated. “You’re overreacting, Jake. Why are you-“

He cut me off again. “How could you not tell me? What if I, if I had- God.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to!” I jerked my shirt over my head and shoved my arms through the sleeves. “Why would you think I wasn’t?!” Pulled my jeans over my feet and up my legs. 

“Because Sam told me!”

My fingers stopped buttoning my pants, my head jerked up. “What?!”

“Sam said he thought you were fucking that idiot you dated last year, when you weren’t coming around for like a month. He-“

“I’m gonna kill him. That’s it, I’m finally gonna actually kill him.” 

Jake threw his arms up. “What was I supposed to think, T? With the way you were kissing me, and- and- you weren’t acting like a virgin!”

“Because you still think I’m some kind of slut, Jake? Is that it? Oh my God I’m so stupid.” I fastened my jeans and pulled my shoes on, then shoulder checked him on my way to the door.

It felt good, okay?

He was right behind me, forgetting his shoes and pulling his shirt on as he followed me down the stairs, but I didn’t stop. I bolted through the kitchen and outside, then into the garage.

A lot of people had left and I found Sam immediately, strewn across one end of the couch. He was probably crossfaded and ready to pass out, but he popped up as soon as he saw my face. 

“Tiny, where have you been? What’s wrong-“ Jake stormed into the garage behind me, and even through hooded, bleary eyes, Sam put some pieces together. Or tried to.

I was trying desperately not to cry, and I’m sure I looked it. I could feel how kiss-swollen my lips were, and I guessed that Jake’s looked the same. Add in the fucked up bed hair, and then two tears that slipped free and ran down my face. 

“What the fuck did you do..”

But Sam wasn’t talking to me. He was looking past me.

“What did you do?!”

The few of our friends that were left lingering in the garage were all staring at us. 

“Party’s over! GET OUT!” I flinched. I’d never heard Sam yell, not in anger. Everyone jumped and hustled through the side door until we were alone, and Sam took one deep breath before speaking. 

“T, come here, are you okay?”

I didn’t move, just nodded my head and wiped furiously at my cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine, I- I just wanted to tell you I was leaving.” He came to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. 

“What did you do?” I knew he was speaking to Jake, still standing silently behind me. 

“Sam, I don’t know what you’re thinking but-“

“Why is she fucking crying?”

I broke free of his hold and stopped him. “Sam, it’s okay. I’m fine, I swear. I’m going home.” I grabbed my bag from the floor beside the couch and flung it over my shoulder, lifted the garage door and slipped out.

I didn’t stop running until I reached my driveway.

[g1deonthen1nth]

Ranking TLT Characters by How Much I’d Like to Smoke With Them

in another installment of “posts literally no one wants” i will be breaking down which tombies id wanna smoke with the most and why, ranked from least to most want to smoke with them. I am not doing Everyone bc that wd kill me to death. i thought so much harder ab this than i meant to godbless

14. the second house. why wd i wanna smoke with fucking cops? NEXT!!

13. the eighth. why wd i wanna smoke with a creepy priest and his creepy cousin or uncle or whatever i forgot bc i do NOT care ab them

12. alecto. i just dont think she wd be able to get high which wd make the whole thing very awkward

11. nona. cd probably get high bc its a human body but i think she wd get paranoid. however if she cd handle it i think she wd be fun

10. john. if i wanted to get high with a pathetic old man i wd call my dad

9. the fifth. i think they wd a bring a fun and cool vibe but also they have very strong parent energy and i hate being high around my parents

8. ianthe. she wd be all “ohh yeah i know how to smoke i LOVE doing drugs im cool” and then she wd start coughing. but i also cough a lot so this cannot impact her ranking very much. i also just think she wd be annoying but in a fun way. wd not share her weed

7. corona. same as yanthe but more likely to share her weed bc of her liberalization. 

6. pal. philosophical high, kind of pretentious but i like him so i am kicking my feet and twirling my hair and telling him how smart he is. i never said it was an unbiased ranking. he wd invent a new religion

5. dulcinea. we barely know her however she has a stoner vibe to me i think she wd bring a fun lighthearted energy

4. pyrrah. used to be a cop and yall know where i stand on smoking with cops. HOWEVER that was 10,000 years ago i think she’d have a cool vibe. like a dad who smokes with u in shitty folding chairs in the backyard in summer yk like this is an afternoon high and its very chill

3. harrow. i just think it wd be very funny is all. i think she wd enter the stratosphere i think she wd be fried off one hit. i think she wd smoke a bowl on her own anyway to prove a point that does not exist and have an existential crisis.

2. cam. her ass wd roll the fattest, tightest joint. she cd hit a bong and not cough once. she is an icon. i cannot fathom how she wd act high. i wish i cd find out

1. gideon. honestly she just has the vibes of “my favorite guy at the smoke sesh” like she wd share her weed, she wd absolutely help u make a grav bong, and she wd be funny as hell. the one i can most easily imagine coming to the smoke sesh if she was real 

[axigailxo]

— masterlist —

welcome to my masterlist! below you will find my series collection as well as my one shot collection. enjoy your stay luvs! <3 xx

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Series:

m=mature

✏️= ongoing

Teacher’s Pet | JJK (M) ✏️

professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader or jungkook x reader

forbidden relationship!au, sneaky links to lovers au, age gap

Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps. Embarking on a sexual-turned-serious relationship with your professor Jeon Jungkook a month before graduation, you are as happy as can be. You, Jungkook, and his 4-year-old daughter, Dahlia. Except there's just one teeny-tiny little detail Jungkook failed to mention... that detail being his ex-wife isn't so much of an ex after all.

Teacher’s Pet M.list

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Pretty Like You | PJM (M) ✏️

feminine!jimin x female!reader or jimin x reader

enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt

where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it. struggling with the harsh barriers of gender rules, jimin struggles through his freshman year of college as he’s having trouble finding himself. what doesn’t help is that you’re there, in almost all of his classes, completely stunning him. channeling his frustration into his first ever thought journal, he’s almost at peace. that’s until you read it, unbeknownst to him, and everything falls apart. jimin adores you. jimin admires you. but most of all, jimin hates you.

Pretty Like You M.list

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Cigarettes After Sex | MYG (M) *UPCOMING*

yandere!yoongi x shy!reader or yoongi x reader

yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff, heavy angst

A limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…

Cigarettes After Sex M.list

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More series are yet to come. . .

One Shots:

☆= smut ♡= fluff ☾= drabble

Each of the works down below are below 10k words !!

a/n: each of the works on the lists are listed from newest to oldest!! (however the order of the members is completely random)

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—YOONGI.

All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆

In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.

Midnight Musician | MYG ☆♡

Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.

Sunday's Sunset | MYG ☆♡

You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.

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—NAMJOON.

All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆

In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.

Friendship & Erotica ☆

Your best friend Namjoon gets turned on while reading an erotica in your shared hotel room and decides to accompany you in the bathroom as you prepare for a bath.

Dainty Distractions ☆

While your boyfriend Namjoon takes a business call in the kitchen, you decide to walk out in lingerie and touch yourself in front of him.

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—JUNGKOOK.

in my eyes | JJK ♡

Jungkook is tired of the way you look at yourself and decides to draw out exactly how he sees you in his eyes, in the end making you second guess your self-image entirely and fall in love with him all over again.

accidental | JJK ☾☆

In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turns you on right before bed.

All Mine | JJK ☆ *COMING SOON*

Showing up to the annual company banquet in a risque outfit, Jungkook can't stand the amount of eyes on you. Eager to channel his frustration, he takes you to his office.

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—JIMIN.

sleepless | PJM ☾☆

Hundreds of miles away and unable to sleep, Jimin calls you from his hotel room to help with his loneliness and neediness.

Remind Me | PJM ☆♡

After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.

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—TAEHYUNG.

(on hold)

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—JIN.

(on hold)

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—HOBI.

(on hold)

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More one shots to come soon.

©️axigailxo 2022 all rights reserved

Do not translate or repost my work to other websites without my permission.

[chalametsimp]

Sweet like Honey (Leaf Swishers) 18+

Pairings: stoned!Timothée Chalamet x stoned!Reader

Summary: Post Sunday Brunch smoke sesh turns into something a little more fun.

Warnings: stoned balcony smut 👀🗣, cigarettes, exhobitionism, feels domestic, fingering, praise kink

Word Count: 2,498

Authors Notes: I had to include a german pet name because it’s literally so fucking cute and sweet 🥺🥺🥺 sorry this took forever, I had to help the cable guy all day, I just moved. I hope you enjoy 🥰

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Lazy Sunday post brunch smoke sessions on the balcony was your favorite unspoken tradition. You would get dressed up late in the morning and try a new brunch spot every week, drinking mimosas and chatting about everything, really. Timmys favorite part was smoking a freshly rolled blunt afterwards and basking in the sun, surrounded by the scenery of New York City.

This afternoon you were doing just that. Sharing cannabis, kisses and American spirits. The sun was shining just how you liked it and you sat in front of the outside coffee table on colorful pillows. A spread of half empty weed jars, swisher honey leaf packages, a couple lighters and a cortado that the two of you were sharing was laid out before you. He was cutting the leaf and you were taking a sip of the espresso drink when he finally spoke, “you look so beautiful in the sunlight.”

You lowered your sunglasses to get a better look at him and smiled. “Who, me?”

“Yes, you.” He chuckled softly, returning to his task of filling the leaf. “You look beautiful every day, but you look even more radiant in the sun.”

“My sweet boy,” you hummed “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The response was immediate and made your heart swell in your chest. You never thought it was possible to love someone so much but here you sat, watching the love of your life roll a perfect blunt. You were mesmerized now while watching him, his tongue darting out delicately to seal his creation, trailing across the length of it, his eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“Oh god.” You murmured quietly, watching him intently.

“What?” He chuckled, pretending to be completely innocent. Timothée held the blunt in front of you, smiling wide with pride. This was his specialty.

You gladly accepted. Had you refused to take the first inhale, well, he wouldn’t let you. He always made sure you got the first hit every time, no matter where you were or who you were smoking with. He was extremely chivalrous towards you no matter what, but this was your favorite way that he showed it.

“Thank you, honey.” You murmured, moving to rest your head in his warm lap, bringing the blunt to your lips before exhaling it, making sure to not to blow the smoke into his face. You also had your chivalrous moments.

You removed your sunglasses and placed them face down without thinking about it. And almost as if this were regular routine, he flipped them over so the lenses face the sun. “Scratches, baby.”

“Mm, I forgot. ” you paused, peering up at him. You brought your hands up to cup his face in your hands, rubbing softly against his cheek. “Pretty boy..” You trailed off, taking another, larger inhale.

He blushed at the word and leant down to press a kiss to your own cheek. “You’re the pretty one, Schatzi.” This word made you giggle and you thought back to when you had both heard the word, a smile slipping onto your lips at the memory.

It was last year in Munich for a trip to Oktoberfest. You often took trips together to different countries, taking time to immerse yourselves in the culture and language. Schatzi was a word he was extremely fond of, ever since he had heard it first time he couldn’t resist referring to you as his Schatzi. It means treasure and there wasn’t a better word to describe what you were to him. You were his treasure, through and through. A treasure he cherished and kept safe. Occasionally enjoying flaunting you like treasure as well. You were his and god, he was so in love with you.

“You want?” You questioned before taking a third hit and sitting up, resting your hand on a pillow to keep you up. He knew what you were asking without you having to elaborate. He scooted closer to you and press a kiss to your sweet, open lips. Timothée opened his mouth for you and you blow the smoke passed his lips. He leaned over and exhaled.

You handed him the blunt and pressed kiss after kiss after kiss onto his sweet, smiling lips. You sighed, now returning to your position resting your head against his lap. He inhaled and absentmindedly trailed his fingertips up and down your belly, just enjoying the moment.

You sighed softly and turned onto your side, burying your face into his tummy, black t-shirt warm on your face. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you kissed on his tummy, trailing down to just above his belt.

“Mm,” he sighed softly “feels good.”

“You like?” You pressed your face further against him, kissing him again and again.

You pulled away from him and he whined, “what’re you doing?” You sat up and climbed into his lap now, resting your hands on either side of his chest.

“I just wanted to look at you, that’s all.” you chirped, now starting to rub on his shoulders.

He didn’t respond, instead choosing to lean forward, stealing your lips for a soft kiss. You kissed him back, sighing happily against his him. His tongue prodded at your lower lip before snaking it’s way into your mouth, tongue grazing lazily against yours. The feeling of his wet pulsating tongue making slow sweeps through your mouth almost made your high elevate. Before you could think, his arms were around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your hands trailed their way up his chest and neck until they were snaked in his coffee colored hair, tugging sweetly on a few pieces. This drew a lust clouded moan from his throat and it vibrated passed your parted lips.

To your dismay, he pulled away from your lips and relished at the way your saliva dusted lips glistened before him. He forced his gaze away to dip his head down, smoothing gentle kisses along your jawline. “You’re so lovely.” He mumbled against your skin, placing the blunt on the edge of the table.

“So beautiful.” He continued, sitting up to suddenly laying you onto your back. Lingering above you, he ran the back of his hand over your cheek before kissing where it had been. “Such a good girl.”

You shuddered at the nickname and involuntarily, your hips bucked upwards to knock against him. He chuckled quietly at your neediness, happy to help you out, pressing his hips down against yours.

“Good girls get rewards, right?” You queried, eyebrows raising upwards, a lax smile spreading across your lips.

“Yeah.” He said, sitting up to push your shirt up above your chest. “Good girls do get rewards.”

Suddenly you were pulling him back down for a rough kiss, taking hold of his hand to attempt to pull it closer to your heat.

He pulled away just as suddenly as the kiss had started “What is it that you want? Use your words, baby girl.” Timothée drawled lowly, complying with your original non verbal request, dipping his fingers into your panties to drag his middle finger across your clit.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, darting from building to building. “Out here?” You whimpered, it was hard to hide that the thought excited you.

“Out here,” he affirmed, dipping down to nip lightly at your neck “I don’t care if anyone sees us, then everyone will know that I’m the one who makes you feel good.” He punctuated his sentence with a gentle pinch to your clit, rolling the sensitive skin between his fingers.

You yelped out in pleasure, pushing your hips against his long fingers, “More, pleeease.”

“Patience, mon amour.” He cooed, slowly pressing his finger into your pussy, coating it with your slick as he pulled it out and back in, intently watching your face as he did so.

“No, please.” You pleaded, back arching your into his touch, you quiet moan tumbling from your lips, “Please.”

Timothée idled his fingers inside of you, taking a moment to reach for the blunt and he took a hit before leaning down to return the favor from earlier, shotgunning the smoke into your lungs.

After a moment he finally gave into your wishes and pushed his index finger in along with it, starting to spread and scissor his fingers inside of you deliciously. One of your hands darted up to grip his shirt tightly, legs spreading for him, skirt automatically rolling up your thighs, exposing the crude image of his hand working inside of you, covered only by the thin fabric of your panties. “Uhn, feels so good, baby.” He bit his lip hard at the sight, pumping his fingers inside of you faster, curling them upwards.

“Only the best for my angel.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, head lolling backwards, rolling your hips against his fingers as you prop yourself up on your elbows. Because of this you couldn’t see how badly he needed some touch too, so he resentfully and selfishly pulled his fingers out, standing to his feet, motioning for you to follow him.

You opened your eyes and whined from the loss of contact, pouting up at him. You stood up hesitantly. You then looked at him incredulously, confused until he spoke up.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Timothée cooed softly, holding out a hand to you “I want to give you something better than my fingers. Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly and put a pep in your step as you followed after him, he motioned to the raised ledge of the balcony. Your eyes grew wide. “Right there?” You gasped, instinctively rubbing your thighs together. The waiting game becoming all too much.

“Mhm, c’mere.” He coaxed sweetly, holding out a hand for you.

You knew you would follow him to the end of the earth if he asked you to, so you were walking towards him before you knew it and turning to press your chest against the rail before you could even process the implication.

Timothée stepped up behind you, pressing himself against your back. He planted kisses across your shoulders and up your neck, suckling the sweet spot behind your ear.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips and you then stood up higher, up on your toes, silently begging him to get on with it.

He ignored your invisible plea and ran his hands up your thighs, appreciating your body for a few moments.

“I love you,” he lamented, playing with the hem of your panties before he pushed them down your ass.

You kicked them off once they fell to your feet and your hands were reaching behind you to tug his sweatpants down, “I love you.” You repeated after him. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

He pushed his hips up against your ass, naked cock rubbing against your aching pussy “You’re so wet for me.” He purred, taking himself into his hands, now rubbing the leaking tip against your entrance.

“Only for you,” you gasped softly.

Slowly he pushed himself up inside of you, sheathing himself completely into your heat. A loud, drawn out moan was dragged out of your lips and you gripped onto the railing.

“One of the reasons I love you,” he grunted, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head at the initial overwhelming feeling “you’re so loyal to me. So good.”

You moaned out again, your pussy growing more damp as he sputtered words of praise into your ear, hands gripping your hips gently. His pace was agonizingly slow, taking his time with you. He savored the sounds that he was able to pull from you.

No one from the floors below yours could see what was going on, but anyone in the high rises above could easily see the scene unfolding on your balcony. It was a beautiful and salacious sight to see.

Timothée swore he could start drooling any second, cock buried in his absolute favorite place.

“My girl.” His hips snapped forward, almost as if to punctuate his statement, pushing your hair off your shoulder.

“My forever.” Another snap of his hips, and you cried out in pleasure.

“God,” he choked out, “you feel so fucking good. I could fuck you forever.” He grunted over and over again, at each snap of his hips.

A deep blush covered your cheeks. Your pussy squeezed his cock, making it oh so clear that you were more than enjoying yourself.

Just when you thought you couldn’t get any closer he was reaching around to rub fast circles against your clit, he sighed in pleasure at the feeling of it moving around him. The pace paralleled that of his impossibly slow thrusts and the sensation sent you into your first orgasm of the day, walls tightening harder around him, a crude string of expletives and his name falling from your lips and almost onto the street below.

“Oh fuck!” He choked out, now knowing that he definitely couldn’t keep up with the leisurely pace. Timothée reinforced his grip on your hips and abruptly quickened his pace.

His thrusts became desperate and fast. Your body nearly went limp and your head fell back, your wetness sliding down your thighs as you tried your best to push back against him. But it was a weak attempt, thanks to your prior orgasm.

All of a sudden he was taking your thigh in his strong grip, pulling it up higher to get a better angle. He thrusted into you with fervor, guttural and indecent moans ripped through his body and he squeezed his eyes tightly. “Baby, you’re going to make me cum.”

You were too blissed out to even respond, head thrown back in pleasure. He was now rocking his hips against you with urgency, it felt so heavenly he had to cover your mouth with his hand as a scream attempted to escape from your diaphragm, as you came around him again, without warning.

This sent a jolt of intense pleasure through his body and he quickly pulled out of you, grasping his throbbing cock and cumming in thick stripes on your inner thigh.

He slumped forward, panting tenderly. You turned around weakly, holding yourself up by the railing.

Instantaneously he slid down to his knees and wrapped his arms around your mid section, burying his face in your tummy and he sighed, pressing a kiss to your cunt before he helped you find and pull your panties up your shaky legs.

He stayed there on his knees in front of you, “thank you.” He murmured lazily, kissing on your tummy now.

“You want to take a nap now, my stallion?” You giggled, running a hand through his hair soothingly.

Timothée laughed at the name and nodded quickly, tiredness evident in his eyes. “Only if you nap with me.”

You extended a hand to him to help him up to his feet and together you walked back inside your apartment, settling on the couch to take a relaxing sunday nap.

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Series:

Tears of Rain  ☽ ♡ ➳  

Living in a small, New England town, daily life was rarely ever exciting for you. It lent comfort and peace with few neighbors, beautiful nature and scenery and a calming reliability with each new day. Things were starting to feel a little stagnant and lonely for you despite how much you enjoyed living here. One summer morning a beautiful stranger might have changed everything for you.

Boys of Summer-wip ♡ ➳ ☽

 It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime. 

The Perfect Treat - wip (Josh x f!reader x Danny) ☽

Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend. 

Skin Deep - wip (Josh x f!reader x Jake)

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Over Your Ex, Under His Brother  ☽

friends-to-lovers

You had just recently broken up with your ex-boyfriend, Jake, who happened to be the twin of your best friend. One weekend afternoon Josh stops by to spend time with you after being distant for weeks. Feelings emerge to the surface and things start to happen as your little smoke sesh together becomes more than you expected. 

Backseat Ties  ☽

strangers-to-lovers

After being dragged to a lackluster night planned at a bar, a handsome and charming stranger pulls you into an unexpected turn of events for your evening.

Praises and A Punishment  ☽ ♡

Overworked and overtired, it’s become clear that you’re in need of a break. Things have been stressful lately, and you were guilty of not giving your boyfriend and you the attention your relationship needs. After spending a wonderful morning together, you find yourself in a compromising situation with Josh.

Picking Favorites ☽ ➳

enemies-to-lovers

You were in the midst of putting together a small birthday party for you best friend, Jake, when you got the news that his twin brother would be attending as well. Once good friends, your relationship with him had soured to the point of hatred over the years. How was the night going to end when he threatened to ruin it?

Don’t Be Shy, Baby  ☽

You always enjoy taking care of your loving, hard-working boyfriend every chance you can, even when he just can’t seem to  wait for you. 

Two’s a Crowd, Three’s a Party  ☽

friends-to-lovers

Your best friend takes you out to one of the Kiszka’s house parties one night against your better judgement. Through some playful flirty banter, things start to take a wild turn where you would least expect them.

Looking Glass  ☽

Your boyfriend has always been sweet and loving, but something about the stage brought something out in him. A FaceTime call before a show took an unexpected turn, and it might have changed the dynamic of your relationship. 

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Unwind  ☽ ♡

You came home after a long night at work, exhausted and disappointed that you missed out on an evening together with your boyfriend, Jake. He decided to surprise you with a night of loving treatment and attention, soothing away the stress you had built up through the night. 

A Quick Dip / Part 2 ☽ ♡ ➳

After fighting the idea for months, you finally give into your mother’s persistence of inviting you to your childhood vacation for a weekend at the beach. It also gives them the opportunity to meet your boyfriend, Jake, for the very  first time. Just as you expected, things do not go as well as you might have hoped. 

A Little Neighborly Advice  ☽

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Your eyes instantly caught the sight of your new neighbor in your building. Thinking he might not be interested, you tried your best to avoid any embarrassment. However, one evening things seem to change…

Brittle ☽ ➳

Frustrated with the way things are going  with Jake, you decide you have to confront him on how your fwb relationship wasn’t working. 

Skin Deep Masterpost

Tattoo Shop!AU x f!reader x Josh

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Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend. 

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If I Get My Way | 08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

Keeho & Jungwon’s Valentine’s Morning

A/N: This isn’t proofread but I’ve re-written it a couple times before. It was supposed to be posted with chapter 8 but I’ve been so busy lately. I’ll try to get the next few chapters out because I wanted to get at least the first 10 out before March.

Jungwon was tired and bored out of his mind while he and Wonbin set up for the morning shift at a local cat cafe called MeOw’s. Usually he’d be on the afternoon shift but he switched shifts with his coworker Yeji so she could spend the morning with her girlfriend (his close friend) Ryujin before their big date later tonight.

In his humble opinion he’d rather say he was forced and blackmailed into this by his friend Ryujin but deep down he knows regardless he would’ve done this because his friend’s happiness is his.

Anyways his only company was Wonbin another rich kid who goes to SM University but got a job at MeOw’s for fun. It’s not like Jungwon didn’t like him or anything if anything he liked Wonbin too much. Today was Valentine’s Day and Jungwon already existing feelings seemed to multiply around Wonbin.

The problem? Wonbin has a boyfriend who’s obviously not Jungwon.

While lost in groggy thought while watching Wonbin feed their pretty cats in the separate room with glass doors and windows showing off the dining area with the cafe’s furry friends. There was a separate room from the workers open space work area behind the desk, only a few cats were allowed in that part of the building (mainly the short hairs).

By the time 6am rolled around both Jungwon and Wonbin were in close proximity behind the counter ready and waiting for customers. Before they knew it they fell into an easy routine when the door chimed once more, this time with a pretty blond guy coming in.

The blond was intriguing to Jungwon so much so he seemingly forgot about his feelings for Wonbin and was now experiencing what could only be described as love at first sight… well until the handsome boy made it to the counter and he was hit with the smell of weed.

Jungwon could feel the headache starting, he absolutely hated the smell of weed. Now looking in the handsome boys eyes he could see how red they were.

Blondie gasped, “I didn’t know they let giant cats make coffee and work the register!”

“Since when did giant cats who walk on two legs exist? Science is AMAZING!”

Jungwon couldn’t help but cringe one because of the boys loudness and two because of his calling him a giant cat. “Hi, welcome to MeOw’s what can I get for you this morning?”

Blondie just giggles at Jungwon in response while staring at him weirdly.

“Uhm sir…?”

More giggles, “I didn’t know cats could talk!”

“Sir, what can I get you to drink?”

“Oh right! Thank you Mr. Cat uh—“, the boy trailed off staring at the menu trying to figure what it even said. Truth be told Blondie aka Keeho had never been here before. He just went to the first place he stumbled across coming back from Yeonjun’s apartment after their smoke sesh.

Jungwon was growing rather impatient and annoyed with the boy but he forced his customer service smile to stay put, despite him taking forever and holding up the now forming line.

“Can I get a LARGE hot chocolate with vanilla and whipped cream! Extra whipped cream!”, the boy said excitedly.

“Okay, will that be all sir?”

“Ooo! I’m hungry! Can I have——”, and now the boy was pointing at literally every pastry in the display cabinet.

“Alright and what’s your name sir?”

The blond boy looked shocked, “My name is —“, he started mumbling to himself, “right my name is Stephen!”

“Alright Stephen, please have a seat anywhere you’d like and we’ll have your order out soon!”, Jungwon smiled to which the blond burst into another fit of shy laughter.

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After a while Wonbin finished Stephen’s hot chocolate and Jungwon finished grabbing all the treats for the blond. Wonbin complained about it being too far for him to deliver the order to Stephen (in reality he just wanted to text his boyfriend Sohee back), begging Jungwon to just do it for him. Normally they wouldn’t hand deliver but the place wasn’t that packed given the time and what day it was, so it was a courtesy to their customers from time to time.

Begrudgingly Jungwon took the order out to the weed guy who was currently cuddling four of their cats at once while cooing at them, telling them how it was okay he wouldn’t tell their secret since he knew they could talk too since the “giant cat” told him. Oddly enough Jungwon couldn’t help but find the stinky headache inducing boy cute.

“Here you go Steph!”

At the call of his nickname Keeho locked eyes with Jungwon and giggled again saying a quiet thank you.

Quickly that same boy pulled out his phone and tried but failed to discreetly take photos of Jungwon, which should’ve made him uncomfortable but he found it endearing.

The rational part of his mind was telling him this man was psychotic but again he found it somewhat flattering, maybe it was because it was a day for love or a form of pretty privilege. Either way he didn’t care much.

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Not long after Jungwon and Wonbin had started serving a few more customers and the place filled out a little.

It wasn’t packed by any means but there were a few more people there and not just the high off his ass Stephen. Jungwon also had watched as the blond scarfed down every pastry in his sight and he was now slightly scared of the feral beast.

Not even more than 3 minutes had passed since he gave the weed guy his order before Keeho made his way back to the front and directly towards Jungwon.

Mimi a white Ragdoll was currently asleep on the counter next to Jungwon when Keeho stumbled and tripped over his own two feet which startled the cat of whom jumped off the counter and charged Keeho while hissing. Dignity lost in the wind the boy started screaming and jumped on the counter nearly stepping on the register and Jungwon’s hands.

Patrons were staring and the Won boys stared in horror before Jungwon sprung into action trying to calm the screaming boy down and coax him off the counter. Which backfired because then the blond started projectile vomiting on him.

Now Jungwon was screaming and Wonbin was horrified and nearly throwing up himself. Finally Jungwon snapped and yelled at the boy to get down to which he did, as he was scolding the blond Wonbin decided to help the situation by trying to defuse the tension.

Keeho in his current state hated the fact that the new love of his life was yelling at him and that he threw up on him started crying. Now Jungwon felt bad and so did Wonbin.

Gently Wonbin started asking if Keeho would like to sit down and if they could calm someone for him. Keeho just forked over his phone to Wonbin and much to his surprise Wonbin found his friend Anton’s number on the phone and called it.

Jungwon was now working on calming the stoner down when Keeho revealed he was broke. At this point it felt like god was testing Jungwon.

He lunged at Keeho and Wonbin who was on the phone with Anton had to tell Ant to hold on while he dealt with something, that being grabbing a hold of Jungwon preventing him from killing Keeho.

In the mist of that struggle randomly the stoner says, “Wow you’re really hot”, to Jungwon which stops the murderous boy in his tracks. Wonbin then answers the phone once again and told him he also had to pay Keeho’s bill and to come quick for him.

So much happened in less than 5 minutes and both Wons were over Valentine’s Day and the morning shift.

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

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Have you ever had an artist you loved so much that you could listen to every song they ever made? This is my top ten discographies of all time (in no particular order). Music is subjective and so I choose a variety of different genres with different personalities who I think have the most impactful careers.

Type O Negative: An American gothic metal band formed in 1989. Although problematic I am yet to skip a song by them, while their discography is small it doesn’t make it any less memorable and impactful. Not only is the lead singer gorgeous his deep voice makes listening all the more enjoyable.

XG: A girl group from Japan debuting in 2021 consisting of 7 members. Although a fairly new group they already have quite a few singles out and a mini album on the way, each song has its own vibe still keeping it upbeat and fun. Their music is all about women empowerment and not caring about societal beauty standards, ‘your beautiful in your own way’.

Charli XCX: English singer song writer, primarily known for her upbeat pop music. I have been listening to Charli XCX since 2014 and still haven’t got sick of any of her songs, they are a go to when I need a hype song or even just to cheer myself up, certainly one to dance to.

Bjork: Icelandic singer known for her outlandish persona and eccentric sound. Although you may not like her music it is appreciated and recognized by everyone, one the most famous discographies to ever exist. Her music has inspired many other successful artists who you most likely listen to, she has such an iconic sound and presence that people will still talk about for generations to come.

Frank Ocean: American singer and rapper known for his popular R&B sound. Another artist with a small discography but certainly a famous one, Frank gained attention during late 2000’s and 2010’s and is still continuing to grow. His sound is one of my personal favourites, my friends mum introduced him to me and he will forever be attached to a good memory.

Rina Sawayama: A Japanese singer songwriter, known for her pop and experimental sound she sings about her opinions and who she is as a queer Asian woman. Her older music is more of an indie sound but in recent years it has changed to the pop sound she is more commonly grouped in.

Mac Miller: American rapper and producer who died a tragic death leaving behind one of the greatest discographies ever created. I am yet to meet someone who hates his music, its for everyone. Perfect for group hangouts, by yourself, and a great way to make a girl think your cool.

Erykah Badu: American singer and rapper, the face of neo soul. Her soothing earthy music makes for a perfect chill afternoon and a nice smoke sesh. Even though her discography is lengthy it doesn’t take away from the fact its brilliant, every song has a different feeling. Erykah is truly a creative genius.

Audrey Nuna: American R&B rapper and singer. I’ve only recently discovered Audrey but she has quickly become a personal inspiration, through bouncy beats and smooth vocals its hard not to enjoy her music.

Kali Uchis: Colombian singer and song writer. Her raise in fame came from 2018 album ‘Isolation’ and features with other big artists such as, Tyler, the creator. She’s most commonly known for her soft light vocals and Spanish lyrics over the top of synth beats.

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