#common flutter interview questions

[justnshalom]

10 Common Flutter Interview Questions and Answers

Introduction Are you preparing for a Flutter interview? Congratulations! Flutter is a popular framework for building cross-platform mobile applications, and being well-prepared for your interview can give you a significant advantage. However, it’s essential to have a solid understanding of common Flutter interview questions and be able to provide insightful answers. In this article, we will…

[charliegyrth]

Two Fat Guys on a Blind Date

A Gainer Romance

I caught a glimpse of myself in the restaurant window. My reflection always surprised me. I knew I was fat, but I always forgot exactly how fat until I saw myself.

My gut hung far over my waistband. My slab of neck fat propped up my chubby face and obscured my collar. My arm pudge puffed out of my short sleeves, and my thighs strained against my size-50 jeans.

I looked amazing. Exactly how I wanted. I just hoped that Mac, my blind date, felt the same. Johnny (my old friend, Mac’s coworker) had said we had a lot in common, implying without straight-up admitting that he was fat, too. I trusted Johnny, but I still felt a little nervous. It had been two months and twenty-six pounds since my last date, and I didn’t want to be disappointed.

I opened the door to Lascari’s and looked around for my date. I hadn’t seen a photo of Mac, but Johnny said, “You’ll know him when you see him.”

And he was right. My eyes instantly fell onto the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was sitting at the corner table, reading through the menu. His face was merely chubby (my chin dwarfed his), but his body was enormous. He outweighed me by well over 100 pounds. The table obscured most of him, but his sloping shoulders and hanging moobs were on full display.

“Can I help you?” the hostess asked.

“I’m meeting someone,” I mumbled and walked across the restaurant like I was drawn by a magnet. I honestly couldn’t tell you if anyone else was in the restaurant. Probably. It was probably packed. But my brain didn’t register anyone other than Mac.

He saw me over his menu, then got to his feet. At least, he tried to. He fell back down, his body wobbling, and tried again, slower this time. With an adorable grunt, he was able to get on his feet, then waddled sideways to make it past the table.

“Jason!” he shouted, spreading his arms wide. He seemed so happy to see me.

I bit my tongue. He was even fatter than I’d realized. His dress shirt was half-untucked. He had one of those apron bellies that was divided into two slabs, dipping up in the middle. The exposed patch of belly was dimpled beautifully.

“And you’re Mac!” I said. “So nice to meet you.”

Something flickered across his face. Disappointment, maybe. For such a big guy, I had a surprisingly high voice. Some guys aren’t into that.

He quickly recovered, though. Maybe I’d just imagined it. He gestured for me to sit.

I did. Mac sat back down across from me, his bigger size forcing him to take his time. “You’re very handsome.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m… nothing compared to you, though.”

He patted the top of his gut, creating waves. “You’ll get there.”

A comfortable silence spread between us. We both wanted to speak, but neither of us knew how to start. I didn’t want to sound like a fangirl, so I stopped myself from asking all the questions that were bubbling inside me:

“What’s your secret?”

“Tell me everything you eat.”

“How do you deal with mobility issues?”

“What lotions do you use for thigh rub?”

This was a date, not an interview. I decided to be general: “So tell me about yourself.”

He smiled. “What do you know about me?”

“Nothing. Just that my friend Johnny thought I’d like you. And so far, he was right.”

“Well, I grew up in Kingman, but my grandparents live here, so I always came over during the summers. After college, I went back to Kingman, where I’ve lived until last month, when I moved here. And you?”

“Lived here all my life.”

He started to ask me a question, but the waiter came for our orders.

“I haven’t looked at the menu yet,” I said.

Mac reached across the table and put his hand on mine. “Do you trust me? I’m sort of an expert eater.”

My heart fluttered. I gave him a definitive nod.

Mac showed the menu to the waiter and pointed to everything he was ordering for us. “This one. And this. And three of these.” He was careful not to show me what he’d chosen.

The waiter kept a straight face as he wrote it all down. He filled two pages of his notepad. “Will that be all?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

The waiter scurried off and Mac turned back toward me. His fake-innocent smile told me that he’d ordered a ridiculous amount of food. He wanted to see what I could do.

“So what do you do?” I asked. Blind date small talk.

“Marketing,” he said. “Kind of boring. I work almost completely from home, but the office is here in town. Hence the move.”

“And you like Bullhead so far?”

“I’m starting to.” That was a very flirtatious answer.

I blushed. “Well, I’m in IT. Equally boring. Don’t work from home yet, but I’m hoping that once I pass 400, my bosses will let me. Fingers crossed.”

“It’s so nice to talk with someone who’s so comfortable being on the Gain Train. We’re a rare breed.”

Yup. And he was a purebred. I wanted so badly to ask him how much he weighed, but I didn’t want to ruin things. I wanted to know him as a person instead of just a sexual object. But since he brought up the G-word…

“When did you decide that this was what you wanted?”

“Just before junior year of high school.”

“Me too!” I said, a bit too excitedly.

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. Because of my mannerisms and stuff, everyone thought I was gay. But I was pretty sure I was asexual. Nothing really did it for me. Then this new kid came to town. Peter McDowell. Exactly my age. Everyone thought he was gorgeous. I heard my sisters gushing about him. Nina, my oldest sister, said, ‘It’s such a shame he’s gay, though.’ That kind of sparked my interest. I thought, if I was gay, then surely the hottest guy in town would ignite something in me. If not, then I’d know that I wasn’t gay.”

The waiter had given us two milkshakes each. Our food wasn’t ready yet, but Mac must’ve ordered them as a calorie-rich pre-meal. I was learning from him already!

He sipped and listened.

“Anyway, I sort of asked around about Peter, trying to figure out a way to casually run into him without looking like a stalker. No luck. Then, by random chance, I saw him walking through the park. I knew it was him because he was objectively gorgeous, but as I expected, he did nothing for me.”

“Describe him.”

“Blond hair, a little lighter than yours. Tall. Chiseled jaw. Sort of Brad Pitt vibes.”

He slurped up the last of his first milkshake. It had disappeared in half a minute.

I took a break from my story to drink a bit, too. I didn’t want to lag behind.

“So I walked right over to him and introduced myself. I��m normally terrible about meeting new people, but for some reason, I guess because I was so desperate to figure myself out, I wasn’t nervous at all. He was a bit cold at first, but I pushed past that. We talked for a bit, though I don’t remember what we said, and pretty soon we were walking together around the park. Time flew by, and even though I wasn’t... turned on, I saw that he could be a friend.”

I slurped up some more milkshake. I finished about a third, while Mac was almost done with his second glass.

“Eventually, we made it to an ice cream stand and Peter offered to get me something. I really wasn’t in the mood for ice cream. I ate very little back then.” (We both laughed.) “He got us vanilla ice creams and almost immediately spilled his entire scoop onto his shirt. He pulled up his shirt to lick away the stain, and that’s when I saw it. This perfect hunk had a cute little belly. It looked so unnatural on his athletic frame, as if someone had smacked a glob of mashed potatoes onto a Ken doll. And for the very first time, I felt something. I think it was the contrast, a gorgeous boy with a tiny bit of chub. It wasn’t big enough to see through his shirt, but with his stomach exposed, it was on full display. I guess I looked like a cartoon wolf or something. You know, with my eyes bulging out. Because he asked me what was wrong.”

Mac leaned closer. “And what did you say?”

“I honestly don’t remember. I just babbled something about his belly. He must’ve been pretty creeped out, because he said goodbye and ran off. That was the last time I ever saw him. I know it sounds like such a minor thing, but it changed my life forever. It made me realize how beautiful fat could be. I finally knew what turned me on. I’ve only dated fat guys ever since, and I became a fat guy two years later. It’s amazing how such a little thing can change your life forever.”

“Totally agree,” he said. “Did you ever try to track down Peter?”

“Many times. No luck. It was like he never existed, just an image in my head.” I glanced over at our waiter. He was assembling the first round of plates on a tray. “Food’s almost here.”

Mac dug through his pocket. He had some trouble reaching in, but eventually he pulled out his wallet. “Wanna see what I looked like a hundred pounds ago?”

“Uh, sure.”

He slid his wallet across the table.

I looked at his driver’s license photo. Because his face wasn’t as fat as the rest of him, the photo didn’t seem all that different from what he looked like now. But I did get to see his weight: 420 pounds. If this was a hundred pounds ago, then that meant…

“You’re over 500?” I asked, completely mesmerized.

“Uh huh. But look closer. Notice anything else?”

I stared hard at the picture. Nope. Just the same gorgeous, chubby face.

Then I noticed the name written across the top. I gasped. “You’re Peter McDowell?”

Before he could answer, the waiter started loading our table with food. As expected, it was an absolute feast. A dozen different pastas (especially the buttery ones). Two platters of lasagna. Several side dishes I didn’t know the name for. I’d had my fair share of restaurant gorge sessions, but this was beyond ambitious.

Neither of us started eating.

“I thought you knew,” Mac said. “When Johnny told me that Jason Robbins was up for a blind date, I thought you remembered who I was.”

“I do! I just didn’t connect the dots.”

“Can I tell you when I decided to be a gainer?”

I nodded.

“It was when I met you. Growing up, I was always the hottest guy in town. Everybody went crazy for me, but I hated the way I looked. And I didn’t know why. I tried dating, but it never worked out. Then I spent the summer at my grandparents’ house right down the street from that park. They fed me constantly, and for the first time, I grew a tiny little belly. No one noticed, until I met you. And your reaction lit a fire in me. I’ve thought about what you said ever since.”

“And what did I say?”

That one moment had changed both our lives forever, and I didn’t even remember what I told him.

“‘I like your belly.’ That’s it. But that was all I needed. I ran back to my grandparents’ house and started stuffing myself with food. I tried to find you again, but summer went by so fast. And then I had to leave.”

“And now we’ve finally found each other,” I mumbled.

He gestured toward the massive spread of food in front of us. “You ready?”

“I’ve waited fifteen years for this moment.”

We both took our first bites. Two hours later, every scrap of food was gone.

We’ve been together ever since.

The End.

Thanks for reading! You can find all my stories here.

And if you want to read the backstory for how Mac grew to over 500 pounds, check out my prequel story The Hottest Guy in Town.

[headphonegrl]

“Do you feel old?” You ask Jude, your voice hoarse from performing multiple songs back to back on the garish karaoke machine his mum had rented out for the occasion. There are now at least a dozen badly shot videos of you singing in Jude’s camera roll, including a rendition of ‘happy birthday’ sung by you and his brother where half his index finger is covering the lens. 

“What’d you mean?” After hours of displaying nothing but rash energy, Jude finally feels himself getting sluggish while trying to endure the unbearable gnawing feeling of pins and needles rising up his legs; a big plush sofa sits untouched on the other side of the living room but you’ve both decided to drunkenly cram yourselves onto the armchair in a mess of tangled limbs. 

“Just a silly question.” As you flutter your eyes shut, Jude tries to get a proper look at the glitter eyeshadow you had meticulously applied earlier that evening. In the wake of a large round of tequila shots, some of his friends had insisted on having their own ‘sparkle stuff’ and began queuing at the bathroom door like kids waiting to get their face painted like a tiger at the zoo. “Do you feel any older yet?”

“I’m not sure.” It’s the kind of question he’d once been asked in the primary school playground, with a blue birthday badge pinned proudly onto the fabric of his uniform. Back then it seemed very easy and obvious to answer plainly with a ‘no’, though now he’s finding himself stumped for a reply entirely. “Do you ever feel like that?”

“I think the last age I felt was seventeen.” You say definitively as if you've thought about it at great length before. Jude hadn’t known you at that age, but his home screen for almost a year was a photo your mum had shown him of you pulling a horrific face while blowing out the candles of your seventeenth birthday cake. 

“That’s probably the same for me.” Embarrassingly, Jude had once referred to himself as a ‘seventeen-year-old’ during a frenzied post-match interview and then had to sheepishly correct himself by clarifying that he had just turned nineteen. Sometimes he feels like the years are slipping through his fingers like sand and there’s no sufficient way to stop them.

“Then before that it was twelve.” You continue as you do a little cat-like stretch with your free arm which Jude finds incredibly endearing along with everything else you do; he supposes it’s a very common side-effect when it comes to being in love.

“I found being twelve proper boring.”  It was something he remembers expressing even at that age. Just as if he had been dropped off somewhere by his childhood and was painstakingly waiting for his teenage years to finally pick him up and take him somewhere exciting. “It’s such an in-between age.”

“That’s true.” The sky in the open window behind you is that awkward shade of grey that appears just before sunrise, like a page when a printer begins to suddenly run out of ink.

“I wish we’d known each other as kids.” Jude feels as though he goes through life with your name humming inside his chest like a second heart and yet this sentence seems so intimate that he can’t even look at you as speaks. Instead, he takes extra care and attention towards staring at the ceiling and inspecting all the sparse helium balloons that have floated up towards it.

“So do I.” Your words come out as a dozy whisper and Jude finds himself smiling up at a star-shaped foil balloon. He’s not twelve or seventeen, but he’s just turned twenty and loves you so much that he doesn’t even care that both of his legs have gone completely numb from sitting with you on this unbearably uncomfortable armchair.

[gallusrostromegalus]

So far I count 3 ranking shinigami who didn't start off human (Gin, Komamura, Kenpachi). How common is this? (I'm guessing sort of rare, because if it was common more people would be clocking Gin as nonhuman rather than the creepiest human in the room) And are Komamura's (and his adopted parent's) attempts at hiding it normal for nonhumans? Wait - is *Yoruichi* 100% human?

Its a lot more common in AEIWAM than in canon, and Komamura is in for more than a few surprises once his helmet comes off.

****

"Um. Komamura-Taicho?" A small voice asked from the door.

Sajin looked up- it was early in the afternoon, and the paperwork had slowed down for the first time since Tousen-

-Since the Ryoka incident some three weeks ago. Peering around the doorway was one of the newer recruits to the Seventh Division-

"Miss Fubuki?" He asked. It was a point of pride to have the name of every member of his division memorized within a month of their recruitment, and she had been here some years.

"Yessir!" she snapped to attention, stepping into the doorway. She was a darling thing, with large blue eyes and white hair befitting her name. "Er, Sorry to interrupt, but, um-" She fidgeted with the clipboard she was holding.

"It's alright." he said, putting his pen down and sitting up a bit to face her. "Despite recent changes to my appearance, I do not bite."

She blinked at him for a moment, then grinned, relieved. "My apologies sir- I- I don't think you ever *would*, sir. Captain Zaraki, perhaps but- sorry, that was very rude of me."

"No, he absolutely does, but I believe he considers it a sign of affection." Sajin nodded, and she giggled. "What was it you needed?"

"Well, ah. It is about your um-" she gestured at her own face. "-Lieutenant Hisagi asked for help with this month's newsletter and I- well, I thought lots of people would have questions about you, and I actually couldn't find much about the history or legal standing of... non-human people? in the archives, so, if it's not too invasive, um. Would you be willing to do an interview, of sorts? Less about yourself, really, so much as um. People like you?" She babbled, not quite looking at him, but holding her ground. She was nervous but she seemed more awkward than frightened. A good sign, perhaps?

He considered this for a moment, looking at the clock on his desk. "How long would this take?" he frowned.

"Oh! Um, well, I wrote up like, 20 questions- you don't have to answer all of them, but I figured that would be enough, and- well, I've never actually interviewed anyone before." She considered. "Not more than half an hour, probably?"

"Yes, I think I have the time. I need to be at an appointment at 3:30, but no pressing matters before then." he nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat opposite his desk.

"Oh! thank you sir!" She beamed and sat down, a cool breeze floating through the door after her and Sajin hand to slap down a paper that attempted to flutter off his desk. "Ah- early fall breezes." She nodded.

"Autumn can't come soon enough. Summer is difficult when you wear a fur coat you can't take off." he sighed.

Fubuki looked up at him, then quickly jotted it down on her notepad.

"You have excellent shorthand." he noted.

"Oh! Thank you! I learned it when I was working up North with the central 46's survey team." She smiled. "Um, well, first question, which- well, I know it's not strictly my business, or anyone else's for that matter but, ah- What ARE you, actually?"

"I believe there are a great many introductory primers on different types of animal in the Seiretei library, mostly in the children's section." Sajin teased and Fubuki giggled. "But I understand. There are a great many rumors and some clarification may be in order. I am from a very ancient clan of Beastfolk from the mountains of the east 80th district. There are many types of Beastfolk, but all share some combination of human and animal anatomical features, along with the intellect of men, or better."

"-and your family is.. dogs?" Fubuki asked.

"Wolves." He corrected, and watched her cross out a word and replace it with decided firmness. "Thank you for comprehending the difference."

"I ah, grew up in... not-people wolf country." She nodded. "That does make me extremely sure you don't bite, actually. I lived out in sheep country and never got chased by wolves while minding the herd but the neighbor's dogs were constantly after the lambs."

"Out near Nemuro then?" he asked,the name of a far northeastern district.

"Y-yeah!" She sputtered, taken aback. "-Not relatives of yours?"

"No, but it is where the Court Guard gets the mutton for it's rations from." he nodded.

"Right." She nodded, "So, are there a lot of Beastfolk?"

"Not quite so many as there are humans in soul society, but yes, a great many. There aren't cities per se, because most of us move with the seasons, but there are places where SOMEONE is always passing through, and permanent structures have been established." he explained.

Fubuki nodded. "-And does the soul society have, like? Treaties with these people? Or are we just not in contact that often?"

"Oh no, we have several standing peace treaties with the Beastfolk. It's how I came to meet Yamamoto-sotaicho, actually-" He laughed quietly.

Fubuki looked up, curious. "We do? I swear I went through the entire xenobiology section..."

"-They're in the archives under Resource Management and Clan Politics." He explained. "The most recent one was the Bo River Border Treaty in 1552, which forbid any industrial practice by anyone from Soul Society to occur east of River Bo. Several of the clans had designs on clear-cutting the old-growth forest there for profit, despite it being home to a great many Beastfolk and minor Kami. The captain-general's interest was originally more in preventing the clans from accumulating the kind of wealth that would allow them to establish armies or operating 'company towns' or other chicanery so far from court guard. I was asked by The Forest Guard to act as a negotiator because I had a good reputation with the humans in the east from working as a priest, but perhaps more because I was one of the few people that ah, actually spoke human."

"Wait, wait, wait-" Fubuki interrupted, scribbling as fast as she could. "One- you used to be a priest?"

"I still am, if needed." Sajin smiled. "I specialize in exorcisms and ritual purification so it wasn't much of a jump for me to become a Shinigami, especially after the captain-general asked me to come and gave me a letter of recommendation."

"Huh. I applied here as soon as I was old enough and could afford to, so all I ever did was odd jobs before this. I guess it never occurred to me that some people might have had whole careers before becoming Shinigami." Fubuki considered, writing. "Second- that was like, half a millennium ago? How old are you?"

Sajin cocked his head at her, smirking.

"Sorry! I know, you're not supposed to ask people that I just- I don't know, I thought you couldn't be much more than 200 at most for some reason, but if you were already a priest 500 years ago-?"

Sajin laughed. "I'll take it as a compliment then- I'm Seven Hundred and Twelve."

Fubuki blinked. "...You're almost as old as Ukitake-taicho?"

"Oh, he'll love to hear that- he's almost Nine Hundred" Sajin grinned, affectionately teasing the young thing.

Fubuki frowned, eyes darting around as she tried to do some mental math. "Er. If I can ask something potentially offensive?"

Sajin nodded.

"...How old is that in Wolfman years?"

Sajin somewhat literally barked a laugh.

"I mean- well, there's calendar age and life age for shinigami and Ukitake-taicho is Eight Hundred Eighty-Nine, yeah, but he's also like, in his mid-forties? What's er, what's Seven hudred twelve in Wolfman life age? Is it like Shinigami where people age at different rates and you're way older than most wolfmen or everyone ages differently or are you guys all multi-centurians or -?" Fubuki babbled, trying to clarify, another cold gust coming in through the window and scattering papers, interrupting her.

"No, no- I understand, it's just very funny." Sajin smiled as he picked up the top of his inbox from the floor. "-Weird, the forecast said it was supposed to be hot and sunny all week but I wonder if we're getting rain?" he muttered.

"I- I wouldn't know." Fubuki muttered, hiding behind her clipboard. "I always forget to check the weather."

"Don't worry about it- before I tell you, if Ukitake is in his Mid-forties, how old do you think I am in the same relative Life Age?"

"Um..." Fubuki studied him for a moment. "...40? 42?"

Sajin chuckled.

"I'm way off, aren't I?" She groaned.

"You share the same good judgement as the captain-general, if it makes you feel better. I was... two hundred sixty-three when we met, and even though I was quite young, I was already taller than Yamamoto-Sama, and for the first few hours we knew each other, he'd only heard me translating his words into Wolf for the Beastfolk- most of the languages are mutually intelligible, to a degree- and not my Human voice. "The meeting was attacked by Private Forces hired by several of the interests of the logging and mining corporations, and of the noble houses, and we were forced to fight back- Not knowing any better, I was sure The Forest God would be well-protected and able to fend for themselves, but the humans looked very small, so... I put myself between the attackers and Yamamoto-Sama." He sighed, deeply embarrassed.

Fubuki failed to stifle a laugh.

"In hindsight, that was ridiculous! Like a mouse defending a bear from a bug! But, it apparently impressed him and he very generously offered me a full scholarship to Shinigami Academy, both as an act of peace between Soul Society and Beastfolk, and because he liked 'the cut of your jib'." Sajin said. "...I'm still not entirely sure what a Jib is or how you cut it."

"Wow!" Fubuki perked up, writing as fast as she could. "...But you didn't- er. I also looked you up in the archives before coming in- But you didn't enter for another three centuries?"

"Ah. You see, you and the captain-general misjudged my age in the same fashion. As I had to explain to him then, I couldn't join the academy because-" Sajin nodded solemnly, clearing his throat and scaling his voice up a few octaves like it had been back then "-In human years, I'm only ten."

Fubuki snorted loudly, buckling over her clipboard and laughing hysterically. "What?" She yelped between giggles.

"I'm only 22 in Human Life Age now!" Sajin protested, mock-offended and Fubuki laughed even harder.

"Oh no! Oh no!" She gasped. "I said forty because you seem really calm and mature, but you're actually REALLY calm and-"

Something small and hard clattered to the floor and rolled under the desk and Fubuki abruptly went silent.

"Miss Fubuki?" he asked.

"I. I dropped my pen." She sputtered, crouching down from her seat and searching for it.

"...The pen behind your ear?" Sajin asked, leaning over to peer down at her.

"Oh, uh, that's a spare but I don't want to lose this one-" She said, voice shaking now.

"I think it rolled under here-" Sajin said, pushing his chair back and looking in the footwell of his desk. "-Hm? What's this?" he muttered, reaching down and picking the strange object up.

It looked almost like a small pearl, except it was perfectly spherical and translucent, nacreous colors shimmering deep into the smooth stone. "What a lovely thing this is..." He muttered, turning it over. "Did you lose an earring or something?" He said, offering it back to Fubuki-

She looked awful.

All the blood had drained from her face, and her expression was one of dire terror, eyes fixed on the small stone in his fingers.

"...Is there something you want to tell me, Miss Fubuki?" Sajin asked, voice gentle. -and his other hand on Tenken's hilt.

"What's the actual legal status of Nonhuman Persons in Seireitei?" She asked, slowly looking up at him, face gaunt.

Sajin regarded her for a long moment before lightly dropping the shimmering stone in his pen tray and sitting back, shoulders down and hackles low. "The law makes no distinction between human and non-human persons. If someone has a Soul Security Number, they're a citizen of Soul Society, and therefore entitled to the same protections and expected to follow the same regulations as everyone else."

She stared at him for a long time, lip trembling, and then back at the stone. "You're sure?" She asked, voice barely a whisper.

"I am entirely certain. I was present at the writing of those laws, which were amended after the River Bo treaty." He nodded.

"-but you hid your appearance for so long?" she asked, trembling in her seat.

Sajin looked out the window, a gesture of nonaggression. "I was not afraid at first, especially after meeting Yamamoto-sama, and to tell the truth, I was never frightened of humans harming me- but as I grew up and reached my adult height and lost the puppyfat, humans began to avoid me. "Less than twenty years after I met the general, I was trying to help a woman caught in a river current and when she saw me swimming toward her, she swam deeper into the current, rather than let me get close. It was a near thing, but after I managed to catch her arm, she screamed bloody murder the whole way back to shore and sprinted away from me as soon as she felt solid ground." he explained. "It... hurt. To see someone so frightened of me, and I took to keeping my face hidden so I could move about without accidentally terrorizing people."

Fubuki peeked up at him, not writing anything down, arms wrapped around herself. "...and? Since you stopped wearing your helmet?"

"...Everyone has been so kind. A few awkward questions at worst, but someone went through the snack cabinet and removed all the raisins and grapes, and someone else got rid of that wretched weathervane on the roof with the shriek I don't think most humans can hear." He smiled, a little sad. "I feel foolish, that I did not trust my friends and colleagues, who trained with me, who swore to die with me, and who trust me to lead them- I am sorry I didn't trust them sooner."

Fubuki nodded slowly, still ashen, eyes still fixed on the glittering stone.

"...but I am strong. Physically intimidating. An Apex Predator. People in general would prefer to avoid such confrontation, but that is not the case for all- What did you call us?" he asked.

Fubuki looked up at him, shaking. "N-nonhuman persons, sir."

"-for all of us." Sajin smiled gently.

Fubuki nodded, silent.

"...You're from Nemuro, right?" he asked. "Beautiful country up there- and cold- it's high in the mountains and in the north-most corner of the eastern districts. How long have you been with the Seventh Division, Miss Fubuki?"

"Three and a half years, sir. Straight out of the academy." She croaked, voice raw and frightened.

Sajin nodded. "Three and a half years here, six at the academy, and it probably took you several months to travel from Nemuro to Seireitei."

"Yes, sir."

"About ten years ago, there was a terrible case the tenth division had to handle in the living world." he said, deliberately not looking at Fubuki. "A human gangster had managed to kidnap an Ice Apparition somehow, and had imprisoned and tortured her for the purpose of creating Hiruseki Stones, which are the solidified tears of an Ice Apparition."

Fubuki shuddered, opening and closing her mouth a few times before she finally gathered the words together. "...Yukina is my first cousin, sir."

Sajin nodded, giving her space to speak.

"...when she got home alive, we were all so relieved, but- Oh gods. The things he did to her. And men are no better on this side of death- you know what they were going to do to Mononoke Forest! So- so- So I figured, the closer I am to danger, the farther I might be from harm? Nobody never think to look in the court guard for another Ice Apparition, we're all out on frozen mountaintops, not working in the building next door!" she laughed, high and terrified.

"It's- Everyone here is so kind, and- and- and- it's like you say, we trained together, we fight together, we die together but- but you're never really quite sure, are you? What's going to happen, when the cat gets out of the bag?" She grimaced up at him, before returning her gaze to the stone.

"I- I was devastated, when Aizen- you know. But the next day, when Lieutenant Iba came in with the news and told everyone to get rid of the grapes and the weathervane and oil the door to the storage closet- I was. I was so stunned and- and- I had this crazy idea that it'd be alright. It'd be alright if everyone knew. It would be okay to laugh for real at jokes or to come to work if I have hayfever making my eyes run or- or to just have a damn cry like everyone else in the division did that day." She continued, teeth bared like a fox in a snare.

"Is it?" She asked, blinking up at him, the rims of her eyes bright red. "Is it going to be okay, sir?"

Slowly, Sajin sat up and delicately picked up the Hiruseki stone.

Fubuki watched him, shaking.

Carefully, he set it in the middle of the blotter on his desk, put his thumb over it,

-And crushed it into a fine dust.

"I promise, it will all be alright, Miss Fubuki." He said offering her an open hand as he swept the dust off his desk like it were common lint.

She slowly reached up, fingertips delicately touching his, before suddenly bolting out of her chair and hiding her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

"I'm Sorry!" She wailed between wet, ugly sobs. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-"

"There is nothing to apologize for." Sajin sighed, gently embracing the girl, letting her hide her face in the fur of his neck as she crumpled against him, crying like a child. He could feel the fur under her getting coated in something wet, then cold and hard- the nacreous coating of Hiruseki stone coalescing on his chest.

"Uh. Sir?" Iba asked, sticking his head in the door.

"Its alright." he nodded. "Miss Fubuki has been very brave and a crisis averted."

"...cool?" Iba nodded, still puzzled. "Does she want a juice box or something?"

"Miss Fubuki?" he asked, peering down at her. Her face was red and eyes bloodshot but the horrible terror was gone.

"Um. Yes. Please? Thank you?" She mumbled, standing up and about to wipe her eyes off on her sleeve when Sajin stopped her and handed her a handkerchief instead.

Iba clicked his tongue and pointed a finger gun at them before vanishing back down the hall.

"...You realize that thing was probably worth more than the entire Kuchiki fortune, right?" she giggled from behind the handkerchief., still shaking.

"Then I will need to come up with more embarrassing stories from my youth when the next Widows and Orphans fundraiser comes around." he shrugged.

Fubuki sob-giggled from behind the handkerchief.

"I say that entirely in jest. You are under no obligation to provide any form of fundraising, least of all by that means." He explained, tone serious again. "-nor do you need to tell anyone, until you want to. Nobody will hear it from me."

"Thank you sir." Fubuki sighed, finally pulling the cloth away, trying to fold it, and making it snap instead. "Oh, for fuckssake- I'll get it clean somehow sir-"

"Keep it." He smiled and she finally managed to give him a weak grin back. "...If I may make a request for you to take under consideration though?"

"Yes, sir?" Fubuki asked, perking up a bit.

"Mrs. Oyashiro is scheduled to retire in a few weeks, and I will have an opening for a new secretary." Sajin explained, sitting back and fiddling with a pen. "Relatedly, you seem to possess a strong sense of operational security, and take excellent shorthand. Even more importantly-"

Komamura leaned back in his chair, pointing to a tree in the courtyard visible through his window, upon which a large thermometer hung. "-As you can see, it is a disgustingly hot Nintey-Four degrees outside and probably similarly humid, but your mere presence here has lowered the temperature in my office to a very pleasant Fifty-Eight degrees."

"Ah." Fubuki snickered, genuine this time. "Summer is hard when you're wearing a fur coat you can't take off?"

"You understand me exactly." He nodded.

"I'll put my application in, Sir." She bowed.

"Thank you. I also look forward to reading your interview."

"Oh!" She straightened up, and grabbed the clipboard. "Um, yeah, I think I have enough but, well, one last question?"

"Yes?" Sajin asked, ear cocked.

"...If you weren't afraid of people, and you grew to trust that people wouldn't be afraid of you- what was the hardest part of keeping your identity concealed?"

Sajin stared into the distance, thinking for a moment.

"Actually? Not making a million canine-related jokes a minute." he smirked. "-Pup's out of the bag though!"

"Oh no," groaned Fubuki, grinning.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Interview with the four-time world champion.

Hii! so this have been in my mind quite long time and I'm listening to my impulsive thoughts and doing this.... first I want to say English is not my mother tongue so please let me know if there are any mistakes...Give me some advices if you want...which I'm sure will help me..If you want, share your opinion on what to write..And I won't say much here. Hope you guys like it

it's all fiction(ofc we can only fantasize about this fine man) please don't hate my work or me (I have traumatic experience bc of wattpad) if I missed something pls tell me. Thanks for your attention:3

Sebastian x journalist!reader

Warning: I don't think there is any Warning

The sound of engines roaring and the smell of burning rubber filled the air as you walked through the paddock, your heart pounding with excitement. It was race day, and the energy was palpable. As a motorsport journalist, you had the privilege of being up close to the action, but today was different. Today, you were here to interview the four-time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

You had met Sebastian a few times before during post-race interviews, but today’s meeting felt more personal. Maybe it was because you had been following his career since his early days, or perhaps it was the way he smiled at you last time, a genuine warmth in his eyes that made your stomach flutter.

As you approached the famous ferrari garage, you spotted him immediately. He was talking with his engineers, a serious expression on his face, but when he saw you, his features softened into a welcoming smile.

“Hey, Schatz” he greeted, pulling you into a friendly hug. “Ready for our chat?”

You nodded, trying to keep your cool despite the proximity, and fact that when he hugged you you felt butterflies in your stomach. “Absolutely. Thanks for taking the time, Sebastian.”

You found a quiet corner near the garage, the noise of the track a distant hum. As you set up your recorder, Sebastian leaned casually against a stack of tires, his relaxed demeanor putting you at ease.

The interview began smoothly. Sebastian answered your questions with his usual charm and thoughtfulness, occasionally making you laugh with his witty remarks. But as you wrapped up, he surprised you with a question of his own.

“So, Schatz, what do you do when you’re not chasing after us drivers?” he asked, a teasing and mischievous glint in his eye.

You chuckled, a bit taken aback. “I guess I try to have a normal life. Reading, cooking, maybe catching a movie when I can.”

Sebastian’s smile widened. “Sounds like we have more in common than I thought. I love cooking too. Maybe we should compare notes sometime.

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, but you played it cool. “I’d like that. Maybe after the season ends?”

“It’s a date then,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sincere.

Before you could respond, an announcement over the loudspeaker called the drivers to the grid. Sebastian stood up, giving you one last, lingering look.

“Wish me luck out there.”

“Good luck, Sebastian,” you replied, your voice a bit breathless. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

As you watched him walk away, your heart raced faster than any car on the track. You couldn’t wait for the season to end, and for that promised dinner with Sebastian Vettel. Until then, you had his smile to hold onto, a beacon of warmth and possibility in the high-octane world of Formula 1.

hope you guys like it, I know its short but i had to try..I can write part 2 if you want. Oh and have you seen him in Imola god he looks good..and as they say dululu is soululu I hope he comes back..fingers crossed 🤞

[keithrichardslovingcup]

With You

Summary: Kurt and Jimi draw closer. This is based on the manga Shiori Experience.

Pairings: Kurt Cobain/Jimi Hendrix

Kurt sat against a building with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he silently watched people walking by, unaware of his presence. Now that he is a spirit, people won’t annoy him with interviews, autographs, and photos which made him happy in a way. He used his new life as a ghost to his advantage to just relax, play music, and watch people go about their normal lives. He did miss his wife Courtney and his baby girl, Francis, back in America. He made a mental note to pay her a visit when she gets older, but right now he has business to do with other legendary musicians. Musicians he didn’t think he would ever meet. Janis Joplin, Brian Jones, Jim Morrison and of course, Jimi Hendrix. 

Kurt admired Jimi so much that he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory just like he did. Jimi was one of his inspirations to pick up the guitar. He loved his sound, his voice, his looks, everything. Kurt blushed at the memory of him and Jimi playing together. They drove the crowd wild, nearly bringing the house down. He will never forget that night. 

Standing up, Kurt dusted the back of his pants and put his cigarette out on the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way up the street. He walked with his head slightly down uncaring of the people around him. They wouldn’t see or feel him anyway. Kurt then bumped into someone nearly making him fall. He caught himself and looked up to see Jimi Hendrix, fashionably dressed as usual with a cigarette held between his lips. Speak of the Devil. Kurt thought. 

Kurt blushed and quickly apologized. “S-sorry..” 

Jimi smiled down at him. “It’s alright, Kurt. What are you doing out here all by yourself?” 

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and looked away shyly. “Ford is asleep, and I got bored, so I decided to go for a walk and explore this city.” 

Jim nodded his head. “I see. Shiori is at her home asleep as well. I swear, I don’t know what that girl would do without me,” Jimi laughed a bit shaking his head.

Kurt chuckled. “She has become very attached to you, which is no shocker. You’re one of the greatest guitar players in the world.”

Jimi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Thanks. You’re not a bad guitarist yourself, Kurt. If you were Shiori’s ghost instead of me, she would still become a legendary player.”

Kurt’s heart fluttered at that. “That means a lot coming from you. I look up to you, you know.” 

Jimi chuckled, “Is that so?”

He stood next to Kurt and draped an arm around his shoulders, his expensive cologne invading his nostrils. Kurt’s face turned red as tomatoes and resisted jumping away. He looked wide eyed at Jimi and slightly panicked. Jimi noticed his little panic attack and laughed softly.

He rubbed Kurt’s shoulder telling him to relax and led them up the street. They walked for a bit in silence until a question arose in Jimi’s head.

“What do you like about me, hm?”

Jimi took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke in the air, looking at Kurt from the side. Kurt swallowed hard and tucked a strand of hair behind his red tinted ear, a habit he’s always had whenever he got nervous.

“Uh.. Um…I-I like a lot of things about you. Your music, how you play, your style. I like your personality too. I always thought we had something in common aside from us being from Washington.”

Jimi pulled him closer. “I do feel a connection between us, and I never felt that way toward any other musician. There is something I fancy about you, Kurt. I too love your sound and how you play. You’re a nice kid and (he looked him up and down) not bad to look at.”

Kurt’s heart skipped a beat at Jimi’s complement. He never had much self-esteem and hearing that from Jimi Hendrix made him want to do cartwheels all through the city. A small smile spread across his face as he looked at Jim and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Looking around, Jimi spotted an area that was fairly secluded and guided them over.

“Let’s sit down over there.”

They walked over to a hard wooden bench that was in front of a few closed stores and sat down. Jimi pulled Kurt close making his face turn a shade of dusty red. Kurt bit his bottom lip as he looked Jimi in his dark, sparkling eyes with Jimi staring into Kurt’s blue ones, feeling almost mesmerized.

“You’re beautiful, Kurt. And I don’t say that to a lot of men.”

Kurt placed his hand on Jimi’s cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb. “You’re beautiful too, Jimi. I love your looks more than anything about you.”

Jimi took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. He touched the hand that was on his cheek and pressed it closer. Lust began to show in his eyes.

  “Well then, why don’t we have a little romance before the night is gone,” Jimi gave him a flirtatious wink. 

Kurt felt his body heat up and had a strong urge to kiss the other man. He wasn’t gay, but Jimi made him feel different. A feeling no man has ever made him feel. Gulping, Kurt shakily lifted his other hand and pressed it on Jimi’s other cheek. Jimi’s face was now cradled in Kurt’s hands and he blushed when Kurt brought his face closer. 

Soft, slightly chapped lips gingerly met his causing his eyes to widen then shut close as he returned the kiss passionately. Kurt moaned softly and raised one of his hands from Jimi’s cheek and placed it on the back of his head, pressing their lips closer. Jimi hummed when he felt Kurt's fingers dig into his afro and softly scratch at his scalp, making him comb his own fingers through Kurt’s stringy hair. Just when their kiss got more heated, their tongues dancing against each other, Kurt broke the kiss. With a smirk, he gave Jimi’s bottom lip a slow lick followed by a soft bite.

Jimi moaned and took Kurt's face into his hands and kissed between his brows.

"You're a good kisser, babe."

“You are too," Kurt said, kissing his lips again.

With a mischievous grin, Kurt leaned down to peck and suckle at Jimi's neck. Jimi let his head fall back and enjoyed the feeling of lips, teeth and tongue gently kissing, nibbling and licking at his skin. Kurt pulled away and placed a kiss under his chin.  

“That felt nice, baby. And you taste so good,” Jimi muttered. 

“You taste good too, Jimi...come here.”

Kurt grabbed Jimi’s chin with his index finger and thumb and pressed his lips back to his. They wrapped their arms around each other and continued their lovemaking until they couldn’t feel their lips anymore. With a final kiss, they pulled away and rested their foreheads together. Kurt’s face was flustered and his eyes were glazed with love with Jimi being in the same state as him.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and moved forward to place a tender kiss on Jimi’s cheek and another on his forehead. Jimi smiled at the feeling and lowered his head to kiss at Kurt’s neck. Kurt threw his head back and let the other musician pepper his neck and chest with kisses.

Jimi pulled away and let out a quiet laugh. “How was that, babe?”

Kurt chuckled and carefully combed his fingers through Jimi’s afro making sure not to get them caught. He loved the feeling of his hair. “It was wonderful. We should do this again another time.”

“We should. I’m down for tomorrow after the show. What do you say?”

Kurt moved his lips to Jimi’s ear and gave it a small nibble before whispering into it, “Okay. Let’s meet here again tomorrow night.”

Jimi shivered a bit at the ticklish feeling and agreed. “Sure. And don’t tell the other’s about this yet.”

Kurt pulled away and nodded his head. “Of course. If they found out about us, I don’t know how they would react. Let’s keep our relationship a secret, for now.”

"Deal."

Jimi then leaned down to rest his head against Kurt’s chest and wrapped his arms around his lean waist. Kurt smiled lovingly and held Jimi closer to him, inhaling the scent of his hair. The two stayed like that for a while with Kurt running his fingers soothingly through Jimi’s afro making him sink deep into relaxation. He didn’t know how long their relationship would last, but he hoped it would remain when they left this world and into the afterlife. 

R.I.P to Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix. Two legends gone, but never forgotten. 🌹

[noahsbookhoard]

📚July 2024 Book Review (Part 2/3)📚

Part 1 had a common theme, this one is color coded! Otherwise they are quite varied in genre and theme but all three are really really good

Cinq petits cochons (Five Little Pigs) by Agatha Christie

Hercule Poirot is asked to work a very peculiar case: a 16 year old murder. The wife of famous painted Amyas Crale had been found guilty of poisoning her husband but left her young daughter Carla one last letter before her death, claiming her innocence. Now grown up, Carla wants the truth, did her mother really commit this crime? To answer Poirot only has the recollection of five witnesses, and potential suspects.

This book has climbed all the way to be my second favorite Christie, just behind The Murder of Roger Acroyd. I love the particular narrative based on letters and interviews, even though it is the same story (more or less) repeated five times over, it was never tiring because the minute details and differences between the testimonies keep you on your toes.

What is also nice specificallly in this book is the fact that there was already a culprit judged and sentenced to prison, the five witnesses have no reason to doubt the trial except for Carla and she was just a child at the time of the murder. The question Poirot asks each character is "What do you remeber of that day? Do you think Caroline (Carla's mother) really killed Amyas Crale?" But as always he is opened to every hypothesis and so is the reader. What he really wants to know is "In the event Caroline were not the killer, who else could it be?"

Once again I saw nothing coming. I only noticed a small incoherence but it was merely a detail and the really important clue went right under my nose, not once but five times and I completely missed it! I never thought I would like failing to solve a puzzle so much.

Going Postal (Discworld #33) by Terry Pratchett

Soon-to-be hanged con artist Moist Von Lipwig is given one last chance to escape the gallows: revive the Ankh-Morpork Postal Service, fallen to disrepair with the advent of the much quicker Clacks System.

The Discworld novels who take place in Ankh-Morpork generally bring back some of my favorite characters: Vimes, The Librarian, CMOT Dibbler, in this one specifically Vetinari and a new Little Guy With Issues for the collection: Moist Von Lipwig.

I love him, he is such a typical Discworld protagonist: he is Just A Guy, there is A Situation and he isn't being particularly brave about it but he is clever/runs fast and that will have to be enough. Terry Pratchett write this kind of character masterfully well and I love that Moist Von Lipwig is more on the smart and cunning side of the scale.

The balance between modernity and magic works particularly well here, and as always the satire is on point and surgeon level of precision (that's why I always love the scene with Vetinari do much)

And the secondary characters are very endearing : the Post employees are just so funny and Adora is really cool. I was wary of the romance with her and Moist at first but Moist is cute when he is all fluttered by a lady with a strong opinion on the rights of Golem postal employees so by the end I was rooting for him.

I can see why it is a fan favorite. It is a solid top 5 of my favorite Discworld novel, what a wonderful book! I haven't established the official list yet as I haven't finished the series. Honestly I'm scared of finishing it, of having them read all for the first time. I know I will reread them (Hogfather is on the December TBR) but that's not the same...

Celle qu'il attendait by Baptiste Beaulieu

He is a doctor, an openly gay man, married, with a child and just a good person overall! I follow his Instagram account and although I don't know him, he seems like a deeply likable man, invested in helping people and unafraid to express his opinions. Additionally a friend had already read it an recommended this book to me so I dived in with only a modicum of hesitation.

Eugenie is an inventor of eccentric machines, Josephin is a quiet taxi driver. They both have been hurt deeply before, they are cautions, they are clumsy; but they will love each other from the moment they meet at the train station to the very end. They will learn to open up, to trust again, to see the beauty the other sees in them.

I am awfully prejudiced toward contemporary literature: is it a more academic author? It's gonna be boring and hard to read. Is it a more mainstream author? It's gonna be a lame feel good book. I'm working on proving myself wrong, in the first case with my Goncourt cherry picking but sofar I had not dipped into the more popular literature. I decided to start with an author I like as an individual: Baptiste Beaulieu

This is a sweet but sad story. The characters are very lonely, desperate to make a connection tonight but they are so shy, so afraid to fail and be even sadder to have been disappointed than they already are. The title means "The one he was waiting for": it is a sort of love at first sight but Josephin and Eugenie tip toe around it, afraid of what might happen. The pace is pretty slow but it suits the story, it treat its characters gently. Sometimes in the middle of relating Eugenie's self depreciating thoughts the narrator pauses and adresses her, telling her that she is not how she thinks and that she shouldn't say this about herself. it was really touching and caring and nice.

They both have baggage, some heavy ones, but slowly they get to talk and trust each other. When Josephin finally invites Eugenie to a concert, my heart flutters for them!

And then he gives the date and location. The Bataclan. On November 13, 2015.

Those outside of France probably don't know/remember it: there was several shooting on that night, including just outside several bars and in the Bataclan concert hall. There was 130 casualties.

So much for the lighthearted love story.

It isn't graphic or overly violent, the style is still soft and talk around the event rather than about it. Still there is grief, for the reader who guesses beforehand what will happen and for the characters when it actually does. And yet hope remains, the story isn't over and someone is left to keep going, even alone. And always the book is soft and gentle and does not rush the one that survive out of the grief.

Not an easy book to read but a touching one. I certainly defied my idea of contemporary lit being all sunny feel good novel because that sure wasn't but I liked it a lot. His newest book, Tous les silences ne font pas le même bruit (All silences don't sound the same) is just out and the only reason I don't have it yet is that I'm stuck at work.

[jacqui-velazquez]

IC TASK 006 - INTERROGATION when: december 13th

"Agent Choi, Agent Brown, Agent Murray," Jacqui greeted, nodding their head at the three members of the FBI who had returned to campus to continue investigating Greer, unfortunately familiar with them. All of the students were, she supposed - though she hated that they seemed to have a sense of recognition as they looked back at her, returning her greeting in murmured tones as they indicated she should join them at the seat across the table. They had notes in front of them, folders stacked, and one open in front of them. It was thin, not much in it - especially in comparison to some of the other ones on the table. That, at least, was a bit of a relief, assuming it was about them. 

"Thank you so much for taking the time to come in and speak with us today, Jacqui," Agent Murray said warmly. "We were hoping we could start with any information about Greer Morrison that's come light in the past year you may not have already shared with us." 

Jacqui hesitated, their head tipping towards one shoulder as they glanced between the three agents. "In all honesty, officer, I'm not even entirely sure why I was called in to meet with you again," they started, speaking softly. "I was a freshman last year - Greer and I never even were students at Ogden at the same time. I wish I could help you, help provide answers, help get people some closure but...I can't. Practically everything that I've learned about her in the past year was new to me, but I think it's all common knowledge to people who actually knew her." 

"Of course," Agent Choi said, nodding firmly as he cut in, responding immediately as if he had been expecting such a response from them. "You and Greer may not have been students at the same time, but you have other connections, correct? What was your relationship with her?" 

A pause, their lips parting as they went to respond, though they closed after a second, before Jacqui gathered themself to answer. "Sure, but - I didn't really have a relationship with her. We had connections, in the same way most people do. I suppose...it's a small world, six degrees of separation, whatever you want to call it. I have family members who are Ogden alum - so does she. Similar circles, I guess," they explained.

The agent was the one who paused this time, eying Jacqui for a moment, an inscrutable smile on his face before he gave a nod. "I see," he said, Jacqui blinking once at the response, a hint of nerves fluttering in their stomach, though they did their best not to show it. "What about Penelope Klein or Ida Clarke? Or Samatha Jiminez?" 

"I didn't have a relationship with them," Jacqui said, a furrow appearing in their brow as they gave a slight shake of their head. "Well, with Penelope or Ida. Sam, of course....Ollie is my roommate - Ollie Inoue - and they were close friends from home. So..." their voice trailed off, Jacqui raising up one shoulder in a blasé shrug. "Of course I got to know her a bit."

Agent Choi nodded, seemingly taking the lead of the interview now. Jacqui didn't know what that meant - didn't know what it meant that Agent Brown, who had been introduced as the lead investigator, hadn't said a word yet. Was that a good thing? Or...a bad? “So I'm assuming it's safe to say you don't know anything about Greer’s relationship with Penelope Klein?” Agent Choi asked, interrupting Jacqui's distraction regarding the agents.

Jacqui looked up at him again, brown eyes meeting the slightly impatient gaze settled on them before they shook their head again. "Again, Greer was gone before I ever came to this school - it's not like I even could've gathered any information in passing or through observing or gossip or anything. And since I didn't know Penelope either....no, I don't know anything. I didn't even know they had a relationship, but...I couldn't tell you anything about either of their social circles." 

"Where were you when Penelope's body was found?" 

The question was abrupt - the subject change even moreso. It caught Jacqui off guard, remembering that night, remembering the horror of everyone. They had tried to believe that it had been an accident, that she had fallen, but...

A furrow appeared on their brow, Jacqui thinking it over without actually letting themselves think of that night or any other. "It was New Year's - we were all caught in that horrible storm. I don't know exactly...I guess I didn't think much of it, until other people started meeting with Je - with Donovan Hart for that show." 

"You didn't meet with him?" the agent asked.

"No. I think he was more interested in upperclassmen. People the same year as Penelope and Greer and his son," Jacqui said. She didn't react at all as she mentioned Jesse - which was the goal. They didn't really want to bring any attention to that, any reason for the agents to go down that path of questioning, because while she had no connection to Penelope and Greer, as the circle around them widened, that was when Jacqui could start getting pulled in. As the agents had already mentioned - there were connections. 

"And what about the night of the fire on campus? We understand you were treated by some EMT's on the scene. Do you know why students were at the Commons when they should’ve been at the Commencement Gala?“ 

"I think...people just wanted to get away from their families. From graduation, you know. People get sad about the end of the year, worried about graduating, all of that." Jacqui hadn't had family come - as always. So they weren't one of those people, but how were they supposed to explain what had pulled them there? They couldn't - not without acknowledging the truths they had been dancing around this entire interview.

Agent Choi nodded, Agent Murray scrawling a few notes - as Agent Brown continued looming, listening, watching. “And over the past year," Agent Murray said, Jacqui jerking back slightly as her voice caught her off guard - she had been expecting to have Agent Choi continue asking all the questions, the seamless chiming in of the other Agent disrupting the flow. "Have you gotten any anonymous messages? Any threatening ones? Or any with…leading information?”

"Over the past...year?" Jacqui echoed, the words slow to leave her lips as she angled her head to one shoulder, as if thinking about it. As if recalling such a thing would even require digging through her memory. Did they know? "I'm sorry. I don't recall. I have my phone set to auto delete messages every month."

Not a lie.

Not the actual truth.

A tight smile was offered in their direction as Agent Murray nodded before speaking again. “Did you have any reason to suspect Greer Morrison was dead before this news came to light?

"No," Jacqui said, answering immediately and adamantly, their eyes widening. "No, of course not. I don't think anyone was thinking that - I don't think people want to think that still."

A moment of silence - a beat, before a last note was made, before Agent Brown finally leaned forward, pushing himself to his feet and stepping to open the door. "I think that's all the questions we have for you today - thank you for coming in, Jacqui."

[jurysoft-raas]

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Tip: Evaluate soft skills through behavioral interviews and situational questions. Look for candidates who can articulate their ideas clearly and work well within a team.

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Tip: Seek developers who are active in the Flutter community, attend conferences, participate in online forums, and continuously update their skills with the latest advancements.

6. Skipping Reference Checks

Mistake: Omitting reference checks can lead to missing crucial information about a developer’s work ethic, reliability, and performance.

Tip: Always conduct thorough reference checks. Speak with previous employers or clients to gain insights into the candidate’s professional history and behavior.

7. Overlooking Scalability Needs

Mistake: Hiring without considering future scalability can lead to challenges when your project grows and requires more developers or advanced skills.

Tip: Plan for scalability from the outset. Hire developers experienced in working on scalable applications who can adapt to increasing project demands.

How Jurysoft Can Assist

Jurysoft understands these challenges and provides a seamless solution for hiring dedicated Flutter developers quickly and efficiently. Here’s how we ensure you get the best talent in just two hours:

Vetted Talent Pool: Our developers are pre-screened for technical expertise and cultural fit, ensuring you access top-tier Flutter talent.

Rapid Deployment: We can deploy Flutter resources within two hours, minimizing downtime and accelerating your project timelines.

Flexible Engagement Models: Whether you need a single developer or a full team, we offer flexible engagement models tailored to your project’s requirements.

Continuous Support: Our support extends beyond hiring, ensuring smooth collaboration and project success.

Cost-Effective Solutions: By leveraging our resources, you save on recruitment costs and focus on your core business objectives.

Conclusion

Avoiding common pitfalls when hiring dedicated Flutter developers can significantly enhance your app development project's success. By prioritizing Flutter-specific experience, cultural fit, soft skills, and continuous learning, you can build a robust development team. With Jurysoft’s rapid deployment capabilities, you can have expert Flutter developers on board in just two hours, keeping your project on track and within budget.

[xceltectechnology]

Effective Strategies to Hire Top Mobile App Developers

In today's highly competitive market of mobile app development, employing top-tier developers is critical to project success. The proper skills can transform your idea into a useful, user-friendly, and unique mobile app development that stands out in the marketplace. This blog discusses tactics for attracting and hiring the top mobile app developers for your company.

1. Clearly define your requirements.

Before you begin the hiring process, you should have a comprehensive grasp of your project's requirements. Define the following.

Type of App: Are you developing a game, a commercial app, a social media platform, etc.?

Platforms: Will the app run on iOS, Android, or both?

Features and functionalities: Make a list of the essential functions as well as any advanced functionality that you require.

Having a detailed project outline helps you identify the specific skills and experience required in a developer.

2. Identify key skills and expertise.

Top mobile app developers should have a combination of technical and soft abilities. Key technical abilities include:

Programming language proficiency: Swift for iOS, Kotlin/Java for Android, and JavaScript for cross-platform development with frameworks such as React Native or Flutter.

I understand mobile UI/UX design, which means understanding the ideas and best practices for designing intuitive and engaging user interfaces.

Experience with APIs and Backend Services: Ability to integrate numerous APIs and interact with backend services.

Version Control System: Proficiency with version control systems such as Git.

3. Use many hiring channels.

To discover the greatest talent, cast a wide net using several hiring channels:

Job Boards and Professional Networks: Use LinkedIn, Indeed, and Glassdoor to post job openings and find qualified individuals.

Platforms such as Upwork, Toptal, and Freelancer can help you identify experienced freelancers or contractors for specific projects.

Tech Communities and Forums: Connect with developers using platforms such as GitHub, Stack Overflow, and relevant subreddits.

Employee Referrals: Encourage your present staff to recommend qualified prospects in their network.

Recruiting agencies: Specialized technology recruitment Specialized tech recruitment agencies can provide access to a curated pool of top developers.

4. Conduct thorough interviews:

Your interview process should consider both technical ability and cultural compatibility. Steps to consider are:

Technical assessments include coding quizzes, take-home assignments, and pair programming sessions.

Portfolio Reviews: Evaluate candidates' previous projects and contributions to open-source projects to determine their experience and skill.

Behavioral interviews include inquiries to measure soft skills, work ethic, and cultural fit. Behavioral questions can reveal how candidates handle obstacles and collaborate as a team.

5. Offer competitive compensation.

Top developers are in high demand, thus providing fair compensation is essential. Ensure that your package contains:

Competitive Salary: Be consistent with industry standards and modify based on the candidate's experience and competence.

Benefits include health insurance, retirement programs, and other common benefits.

Benefits include flexible working hours, remote work possibilities, professional growth opportunities, and a friendly workplace atmosphere.

6. Develop a strong company culture.

A positive and inclusive business culture attracts the best personnel. Create an environment that makes developers feel respected, supported, and motivated. Encourage innovation, give possibilities for job advancement, and keep communication routes open.

7. Streamline the onboarding process.

A smooth onboarding process enables new hires to integrate quickly and efficiently. Provide rigorous training, introduce them to the team, and clearly define their duties and responsibilities. Regular check-ins during the early time can assist address any issues and keep things on track.

8. Keep up with industry trends.

Stay up to date on the newest trends and technology in mobile application development. This knowledge enables you to discover emerging skills and techniques that will assist your projects. It also displays your organization as a forward-thinking and appealing place for top engineers to work.

Are you ready to take your mobile app development to the next level? Choose XcelTec to Hire Dedicated Mobile App Developers who can bring your vision to life. With our offshore process, you can access a global pool of highly skilled developers, ensuring you get the best talent at competitive rates. By implementing these strategies, you can build a team of skilled developers capable of delivering high-quality, innovative mobile apps that drive your business forward.

Let XcelTec be your partner in success - Contact us today to start building your mobile app with the expertise and dedication that sets us apart. Investing in the right talent is essential for long-term success in the dynamic and competitive mobile app development World.

[latoyalestrange]

eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

[cheritzteam]

[The Ssum] Special Interview on The Ssum (feat. Bluebird)

Hello, this is Cheritz.

As we have entered the month of August, it has been raining a lot in Korea.

Are you waiting to hear the news on the official launching of <The Ssum : Forbidden Lab>?

Some of you might have realized there is a little secret(?) with the PV we previously released, and today we have brought small news!

Perhaps you are tired of seeing PIU-PIU all the time, so…

We give you the Bluebird!

We have asked some questions in order to prepare you for your upcoming encounter with your special ssum-one! :D

(Please scroll down if you are interested!)

***The following contents include the wholesome conversations that took place during the interview.***

Q. Please introduce yourself. A. I am the Bluebird, No. 37. I’d like to ask you to keep this interview brief, as there is a place that requires my presence right after.

Q. Where are you needed?  A. I’ve been relocating the post from ** sector on *** of *** to the lab studying human emotions.

Q. So you run the application that allows sweet, heart-fluttering chats between the users and this special ssum-one, right?? A. If you are talking about The Ssum, I must tell you that it is managed by the lab that studies love.

Q. (I’m starting to question where this conversation is going…) Is there a reason why all A.I.’s come in form of birds? A. That would be a top secret, classified.

Q. Uh... Sure... Anyways, let us move on and talk about the game. Is it true that contents worth 200 days of chat will be unfolded real-time? A. It is true.

Q. So what about chats that would take place after the 200th day? A. We are currently working on them.

Q. Could you tell us whether you will provide matches with a variety of men who could be potential special ssum-one? (A lot of our users seek conversations with more than a single person…) A. It is highly likely that will be the case in the future. 

Q. Is it true that the special ssum-one will send messages whenever the user can check them for sure? Any chances that he will wake up the users in the middle of the night? A. Our A.I. named PIU-PIU used a unique technology that transcends time and space and provides a match between two different daily patterns.

Q. Is that a warning for sleep deprivation? A. Just make sure you enter the right data.

Q. The disclosed images showed how the special ssum-one changes his hair and outfits. Is there a reason he does that? Or is this part of a special event?! A. That is up for him to decide.

Q. (Now that was simple…) Will he get to send a lot of pictures? A. I cannot answer that one. I am not the special ssum-one.

Q. Come on, give us a hint! How many pictures can users expect each day?! A. According to our data, it is common to see a couple exchanging at least 10 pictures per day.

Q. (Is that supposed to be a hint??) Okay, moving on! Ever since PIU-PIU’s Love Bundle was revealed, we have been receiving questions about app subscription! A. You mean the upgrade for PIU-PIU. 

Q. Is subscription a must?? Does this mean that users cannot complete the game without upgrading PIU-PIU? A. PIU-PIU on default will not disappoint, although it does come with a bit of flaws.

Q. Will users get to experience termination of chats in the middle without subscription? A. No.

Q. So what is the immediate good that the users can find in upgrading PIU-PIU?  A. Its frequency will get stronger. 

Q. (I’m not sure if this fella is really here to promote this game…) Just what is the <Forbidden Lab>? Why is it forbidden? A. I’m afraid this is not the right time to tell you that. (Whisper) Come find me in the game.  And I must take my leave now.

Q. Wait! Before you go, please give us a word of promotion for The Ssum!!! A. It comes with features that make it more than a simple communication app.

Q. I see… Thank you for sparing your time. We will look forward to the Forbidden Lab and The Ssum!

***End of the interview***

That is all from the Bluebird!

We hope it was helpful for those of you who had questions!

You will get to see a variety of surprises and treats from your special ssum-one for 200 days...

Spend your days and nights in sweetness as your chats with your special ssum-one grows deeper and sweeter, and find out all the hidden features of the app!

And we hope you will meet again with PIU-PIU and the Bluebird in the game.

Please remember that on the 17th of August, <The Ssum : Forbidden Lab> will be officially lauched!

We will bring more news to entertain you in the future, and we wish you a happy day!

-Cheritz-

[tired-teacher-blog]

Title : Say the magic words

Characters : Midoriya/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ mirror sex/ Izuku is both gentle and forceful and you get to experience that in one session.

Summary : You've always wondered if your boyfriend had a hidden side that you didn't know of. The answer to that question came sooner than you thought, and in the most unexpected way.

Notes : This goes out to my lovely @delirious-donna whome I kept waiting for so long (probably a month 🥲) I'm so sorry babe and I hope you enjoy my input. I used the prompts you requested so please enjoy 😘

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

His eyes.. his beautiful emerald eyes, they emanate such a powerful determination that drives him straight to victory each and every time he's fighting for justice. Those alluring orbs were what captured you first.

And even after being together for many months, you still cannot fully believe that yes! He is yours, just as you are his. Honestly though, how can anyone accept that Izuku Midoriya, the number one hero has settled for a commoner such as yourself?

_ "You can do it sweetie." you mumbled as you leaned in closer to the TV set, watching him answer the interviewer's questions.

It's endearing how unchanged he is, even after years of being on top of the list, even after defeating countless villains and breaking down numerous organizations, he's still the same cute and awkward sweetheart who's easily flustered by a standard interview.

_ "Mr Midoriya, it's always an honor to have you with us, especially when there is no news on the professional front to share, it leaves more room for personal questions." the lady smiled sweetly and you nodded agreeing with her.

_ "Ah, yes.. it's my pleasure to answer any questions you may have." he laughed nervously scratching the back of his head.

What you wanted at that moment was to have him between your arms. Seeing your big buff man all anxious and timid was a sight to behold.

Your giggles filled the room as you continued watching your boyfriend on TV.

It was fascinating to see him answering everything truthfully despite his obvious embarrassment.. especially the parts about you.

_ "Now that we're reaching the end of our segment, I believe everyone here is anxious to know a little more about your relationship with Miss y/n, are you still going strong?"

_ "Yes, we're doing so well, and I honestly have never been happier than I am right now." the twinkle in his eye penetrated your fluttering heart, and you mindlessly placed your palm over the palpitating muscle as your cheeks heated up with a beautiful blush.

He loves talking about you to the point of bragging, but can you blame him? He is simply proud of what you have accomplished in life despite all the difficulties you have faced, and that's something you both share since you too are exceedingly elated witnessing what he's grown up to be.

With a big smile adorning your lips, you picked up the remote, switching off the TV as your boyfriend's interview came to an end before waltzing to the kitchen and starting dinner.

He had told you earlier in the day that he would come over right after work and you were nearly jumping for joy, too excited to control yourself.

Not too long after, a gentle knock on your front door reached your ears and you squealed running towards it with a knowing sparkle in your eyes.

_ "Izuku! I missed you sweetie!" you jumped in his arms, kissing his cheeks repeatedly and giggling at the soft blush that had proven time and time again how easy its manifestation was.

_ "Me too.. I missed you too beautiful." he managed between bashful chuckles.

You dragged him in, barely giving him a chance to kick off his shoes.

_ "So, have you seen it?" he wasn't even looking at you as he spoke. Instead, his attention was poured into the plate in front of him, as his fingers played with the fork while his free hand grabbed the towel hanging from his neck, and dabbed the mixture of sweat and water dripping from his still damp hair.

You looked up, beaming as you chewed on your food and almost choking while hurriedly swallowing it so you could answer his question.

_ "Yes I have! And you were so cool!" you stopped fleetingly as a wave of embarrassment suddenly hit you, ".. Izuku, me too.. I mean, I also have never been happier than I am with you." you murmured referring to his earlier talk about you.

He reached out a hand from across the table and held yours gently, running his thumb along your skin.

_ "And that's all that matters to me beautiful." he flashed you a blinding smile before resuming his meal, keeping his hand in yours the whole time.

You were uncharacteristically demure afterwards, hardly spoke or looked at his face when you actually addressed him.

Truthfully, you have been ready to admit your love for a while.. Everytime he kisses you passionately taking your breath away, everytime he hugs you tightly when you're mad and refuses to let go until you start laughing, everytime he slowly slides into your heat while caressing your cheeks and whispering softly against your lips "I'll be gentle I promise, I will not move until you're ready." and he's a man of his word.

But everytime you open your mouth to say it, nothing comes out as you weren't sure how he would react. All signs point to him having the same feelings as you, but when will either of you actually have the guts to finally put it in words?

_ "Are you alright sweetheart?" he tilted his head to the side as he tried to get a clearer glimpse of you.

_ "Of course." you responded curtly, though you made sure to offer him a gentle smile as he handed you the last clean plate to dry and place in the rack, "will you spend the night with me? You barely ever do that and usually stay until the wee hours but leave eventually." you turned around to face him as you took his big protective hands in yours and played with his fingers.

_ "How can I say no to that?" the gentle drag of your body against his chest, brought heavenly shivers down your spine.

You nuzzled his chest, breathing in your fabric conditioner on his freshly washed clothes that he keeps in your apartment for when he visits.

You loved the familiar smell on him, for some reason it made you feel closer.

You lifted your head up to be welcomed with two beautiful emeralds, and couldn't help but crane your neck and pull him down by his shirt until your lips were touching.

You felt him smiling against you as he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist.

His kisses are always soft and slow, hungry and passionate, all of it at the same time, and you're left longing for more.

You ran your tongue between his lips and he playfully nibbled on it.

_ "Izuku.. please, I want you.. now." you breathed out as your hold on his shirt tightened.

_ "Anything for my princess." he lifted you up with ease and marched to your bedroom, stumbling a few times on the way as his lips never left yours.

He placed you gently on the bed before joining you, and whimpered when he broke the kiss.

_ "I got you beautiful, just be patient for me okay?"

You nodded obediently and bit down on your lip in anticipation as he settled himself between your legs and caressed your sides delicately before leaning in again to reconnect your lips.

You ran your fingers through his fluffy locks and pulled softly when his warm hands wondered beneath your shirt.

You wanted to take those annoying articles off of your bodies already so you could feel his bare skin against yours.

_ "Izuku, take it off, please." were you talking about your shirt or his? He couldn't tell, and neither could you as the mixture of his soft lips and tender touch rendered you lightheaded.

He was as impatient as you were though, and hearing your pleading whines was all he needed to comply. He sat up momentarily to remove his own shirt before helping you remove yours.

You reached out a hand to caress his godly muscles, multiple scars -that you loved- adorned his otherwise soft skin, and more often than not your lips had found their way to them. He chuckled sweetly before moving closer until his lips were mere centimeters away from your boobs.

_ "Beautiful." he trailed butterfly kisses along your mounds and you arched your back when his slick tongue twirled around your perky nipples.

Your hands found his hair again, twisting and pulling ech time his teeth grazed your teats.

He was driving you mad, and you craved more of him so you rolled your hips against his own and gasped as you were met with his awakening cock.

His hands traveled down to work on his sweatpants and you did the same to your panties, leaving yourself completely naked and anticipating.

You wanted to help him get rid of his own underwear, to touch his cock, to feel it growing and twitching in your hand but your boyfriend had other plans in mind.

He laid your legs over his broad shoulders and grazed the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, before replacing his fingertips with warm wet lips that covered every inch of soft skin. He relished the little quivers of pleasure and soft moans of his name as he slowly approached your fluttering pussy.

_ "Izuku.. yes keep going.." you uttered between short breaths and grasped the bedsheets underneath your writhing body when he pecked your vulva and licked your glistening clit.

He loves giving you pleasure, loves your shaky whimpers and pleading eyes, and he especially loves the way you hold on to him when he makes you cum around his dick.

He lapped at your clit like a hungry dog, groaning against you each time his name fell out of your mouth.

One of his hands freed his raging hard shaft from its caging boxers, and you were dazed watching him devour your pussy while lazily fucking his own loose fist.

His tongue prodded your opening elucidating a satisfied cry that traveled straight to his cock.

He thrusted deep and slow into your heat, filling you up nicely and readying you for what's to come, though nothing would ever be enough to prepare you for that big veiny dick he carries with pride.

The thought of him slowly and gently splitting you open the way he was about to do in a short stretch of time, drove you close to your orgasm. You shakily laced your fingers through his hair and pulled him impossibly close to you, yearning for a sweet release that only he can provide.

His free hand joined his mouth in a mission he was determined to triumph.

_ "Izuku! I'm close, I can't hold on any longer!" you wailed, curving your back off of the mattress.

His fingers fondled your raging clit while his tongue carried on abusing your clenching walls, until you started convulsing beneath him.

His tongue fucked you throughout your orgasm, and only when you fell limp did he release you from his grasp.

_ "Are you alright beautiful? Was it too much for you?" he was still rock hard, but as usual, ignored his needs for your sake. It was sweet, he was sweet.

_ "I'm okay Izuku.. it was perfect.." you breathed out, pulling him flush against you.

You felt giddy, your tender skin craving his touch and he knew it, tracing your sides and peppering your neck with kisses, as you giggled tiredly when his soft hair tickled your flesh.

_ " You're still hard Izuku." you mumbled suggestively, nuzzling his sweaty temple.

Frankly, you wanted more, you wanted to feel him inside you, you wanted him to lose his mind and call your name when he smears his semen all over your body.

_ "That's fine sweetheart, I'll wait until you're ready for me," you felt the curve of his smile against your pulse before he abruptly lifted his head up, "that is if you want to do it of course! no pressure at all! it's totally fine if you want to stop here I swear." he truly is the sweetest.

You giggled cradling his cheeks and kissing his lips, "of course I want to, more than you know."

He kissed you again, deeply, his warm soft lips moving slowly in rhyme with yours, his eyes half lidded in arousal, admiring the way yours fluttered behind your lids.

_ "Izuku.. I'm ready.. please.. put it in now." you whispered between his persistent kisses.

He caressed your slightly sore legs and massaged your thighs before fondling your sensitive clit with his equally sensitive head.

You whimpered breaking the kiss and he immediately started apologizing, "I'm so sorry baby, do you need more time?"

_ "No, I'm ready Izuku, I don't want to wait any longer." and your approval was all he needed before sitting up and moving in slowly, careful not to overstimulate you as he watched your expressions for any signs of discomfort.

It's endearing the way he's always putting your needs first. But to be honest, sometimes you wish he wouldn't, sometimes you wish he would act a bit selfishly, to chase his own release first, to be rougher with you.. and you know he would if he really wanted to, he can be ruthless and you've seen it countless times unleashed on his enemies.

You bit the inside of your cheek as he was finally sheathed to the hilt into your cunt. You looked up to find him gazing down at you before he finally started moving.

Every slow motion of his hips against yours brought the sexiest moans out of you.

_ "Yes.. more.. don't stop Izuku.." and you didn't even care how desperate you sounded. You squeezed the large hands he placed on your waist to keep you fastened securely in place, and he leaned in to kiss you again. You dug your nails in his skin as he rolled his hips deeper within you, licking your cervix with each skilful thrust.

Clear sweat beads fell from his neck and chest to blend with yours, giving you an alluring sheen.

He nibbled on your lip and dived even deeper within you before coming to a complete halt.

You whined demanding an explanation and he chuckled before lifting his head up.

_ "I'm sorry honey, you feel so good around me, and you're so beautiful that I don't think I can last any longer, but I don't want it to end yet," he looked adorable as he awkwardly explained everything, "is it uncomfortable? do you want me to pull out?" his shy smile was overcame with a worried pout, and you couldn't help the giggles escaping you.

_ "You're so cute Izuku, I love you." you said it, you never meant to, but you did.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you blinked a few times, should you play it off as a joke? Would it work?

_ "What did you just say?" his tone was unfamiliar, intimidating, and you wanted to take it all back.

_ "Nothing, never mind, it was a joke." you tried to sound nonchalant but he saw right through you.

_ "I'll be the judge of that, now say it again."

What was that? His eyes were piercing, his innocent smile turned into an amused smirk all of a sudden, and he unmistakably didn't miss those shivers running down your spine.

_ "I said," you took a deep breath, "I love you."

You could swear you felt his cock twitching inside of you, but he gave you no chance to confirm as he hooked his arms under your back and lifted you up before getting out of the bed.

_ "Izuku! what are you doing?! wait don't move! you're going too deep!" your nails left red streaks on his shoulders as you desperately clung to him, but he said nothing and swayed his way to the full length mirror standing beside your wardrobe.

_ "What do have in mind?" it was a question you could only imagine the answer to.

_ "I will fuck you in front of the mirror and you will tell me over and over again how much you love me." how could he utter such words with a straight face? You were shocked, but loved it.

He pulled out of your cunt with a hiss and you immediately started missing his cock.

_ "On your knees babe." you did as asked, facing the mirror as soon as he put you down.

You looked at your reflection and almost whimpered at the sight you were met with.. flushed cheeks, teary eyes, messy hair, sweaty skin.. and your boyfriend licking his lips as he dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind you.

_ "Are you ready for more?" he smacked your butt cheek teasingly and rubbed the smooth head of his cock against your folds before pushing back in with a loud groan, "don't close your eyes, I want you to take it all in." he ordered and you obeyed.

His thrusts resumed but were faster and rougher and you knew that you wouldn't last much longer at this rate.

_ "Say it." his grips on your waist were bruising as he fucked you into oblivion.

_ "I.. love.. I love.. y.."

_ "Louder." he smacked you again.

_ "Izuku! Please, I love you!" your vision started to blur, and your sniffles followed suit. You were overwhelmed with everything.. this new side of him that you wished to see for so long, your confession, being fucked without given the chance to know if he felt the same about you, "Izuku, I'm close!"

_ "Say it again.. fuck!" he was nearing his orgasmic ending as well.

_ "I love you.. a-ah.. I really.." you couldn't carry on, and immediately gave in to the sobs that followed your climax.

He kept ramming you as your pussy fluttered around him, and right before losing your balance, he wrapped an arm around your belly lifting you up against his broad chest.

_ "I love you too y/n.. fuck.. ever since I met you.. ugh.." his sweet smile returned at last and you could see its reflection in the mirror through your tears, "baby I'm gonna cum.. shit.." he growled kissing your neck and thrusting a bit more into your overstimulated cunt before pulling out and releasing on your shaky thighs.

_ "Are you okay honey? I'm sorry I went overboard." he wasted no time checking on you as he observed your expressions in the mirror.

Your tears kept flowing and he reached a hand to wipe them away as a bright smile found its way to your lips, "I've never been better."

You both stayed quiet for a moment, looking to stabilize your breathing as you tilted your head back against his shoulder and enjoyed the way his little puffs of air fanned over your neck.

Your body ached but you were happy, and satisfied, "what took you so long to say it?" you breathed out, struggling to keep your eyes open.

_ "I was afraid," he stood up and carefully carried you to bed, "I wasn't sure how you'd react, but hearing you say it was a big relief," he placed you gently before joining you, "I thought I was dreaming and I just let loose.. I'm sorry," he was on top of you, nuzzling your neck as he carried on, "I don't know what came over me," you listened to his confession carefully as your fingers played with his hair.

_ "Don't apologize sweetie, I liked it, if I knew that admitting my feelings would bring out that side of you, then I would have done it sooner." you giggled softly and placed small kisses on top of his head, but that seemed to fluster him further, "Izuku, I love you, I can finally say it clearly and confidently."

He lifted his head up and gazed into your eyes, "and I love you more than words can say, I still can't believe you're mine."

He kissed you tenderly and you were lost in the sensation, but something was still bugging you and you had to voice it.

_ "We still need to take a shower and clean up this mess." although what you truly wanted was to stay in his arms, but that can come later when you're both clean and comfortable.

_ "I'll take care of it all princess, don't worry about a thing."

So this is how happiness truly feels? You were unaware until your paths finally crossed.

[where-dreamers-go]

“New For The Summer” Cameron Frye x Reader

(A/N: Requested as cuddling or something similar. Takes place after senior year in high school. Summertime! Discussing futures a bit. Cameron and Reader are still relatively new in their romantic relationship. Warnings: None Word Count: 1,011 words)

Cool breezes were fading away as the summer heat creeped closer. High school graduation had come and gone. No more assignments. No more homework. No more crowded halls of teenagers. Young adult life was looking at you with a neutral expression, it was up to you to decide how positive or negative it would turn to be.

How I’ll feel in the coming months is a mystery to me, you thought. But I’ll enjoy right now. Thank you very much.

Stretching out on the couch, you relished in the quiet of your home. A rare day indeed to not have to tune out people’s conversations and comments. Such a comfortable cushion too.

ding dong

Jolting upright, you rushed to the front door. You managed to stop before you hit it of course. There was enough time to fix your clothes. Only a little adjustment. Just to be sure.

You checked to make sure who was on the other side before opening the door with a huge smile.

“Hey Cameron.”

“Hey.”

Your gesture to invite him indoors changed into a hug the moment he took a step closer. A not so quick exchange of feelings and a greeting. Sweet, genuine, and needed.

“How are you? How’d it go?”

“Worried.” He said, walking inside. “But it’s fine. I’m handling this better now than I would’ve a few months ago.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The corners of Cameron’s lips curved upwards. Applying for a job for the summer was one of the only few things he for certain knew he’d do in the future. Deciding on a major in college was still up in the air. His life had given him surprises at the end of his high school career. One of those surprises was you.

“As much as I’d like to ask you a million questions about the interview in air conditioning,” you linked your fingers with Cameron’s, “I promised we’d be outside.”

“Would they really know if I was inside with you?”

“Probably,” you led the way to the back door. “And it’s a house rule. No boys in the house if it’s just me. Or anyone. Safety reasons.”

“Safety for the boy or for you?”

“The world may never know,” you opened the door out back.

Chuckling to himself, Cameron followed you on to the two-seater. The situation in full might be new, but he was enjoying it. The cushion wasn’t too bad either and it was at least in the shade from the summer rays. Better to be outside with you than near his family’s house any day.

Cameron’s attention was directed downwards where your fingertips drew unseen lines across his hand. Any day with you was better.

“Was the interviewer nice enough?” You asked.

“I guess. They looked tired…like they do this a lot.”

“Teenagers looking for summer jobs is pretty common.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. Some tenth grader getting the job instead.”

You ran a fingertip along the side of his thumb. “I think they’ll pick you. You’re a young adult now. Practically five times wiser than half the applicants.”

Cameron smiled, looking at you with a playful flint in his eyes. “Did Ferris call you already?”

“That question is irrelevant.” Your gaze took an obvious turn elsewhere. “And he said ‘twice as wise’.”

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Looking back at him, it was difficult to miss the deep longing in his blue eyes. It was not the first time you caught a glimpse of his soul’s urge, the need of affection.

If only I could wrap him in a blanket and just….heal his heart. Convince him he’s enough, he can always be himself, you thought.

“No ‘thank you’s are needed. I’m saying facts.” You reached up and played with strands of his soft brown hair.

He cleared his throat. “Right.” Blue eyes searched the yard for distractions or topics of interest.

Pressing as you passed the nape of his neck, Cameron’s eyelids fluttered.

Hmm. Another thing to take note, you thought. That’ll go next to whispering in his ear and random hugs.

Late morning activities went on as normal, around you and out of view. Birds hunted and hopped through the grass. Some neighbor started their truck after three tries. The usual, perhaps.

The pair of you sat in what would possibly be one of the last quiet and work-free days of your young adult life. For the next few years anyway. Unless one of you two got creative.

“Is it next week that you’re checking out the college?” He asked.

“This weekend.”

“Already?”

“That’s when I could go on a tour.”

“But it’s summer.”

“And there’s less classes, but I still have to be there in the morning. I have a feeling it’ll be hours because they didn’t give an end time.”

An unenthusiastic rumble sounded in the young man’s throat.

“We’ll be too deep into college to see each other,” he grumbled.

“I don’t think I’ll see much of my own pillow,” you said dryly. “But….I guess that just means I’ll hug you longer whenever I do get to see you.”

Ducking his head, Cameron hid his face and smile the best he could manage.

Awww, you thought as you fluffed up some of his hair playfully.

“That’ll be my motivation to get through exams.” You smoothed down his hair with gentle strokes. “Plus the obvious.”

Survive college with good enough grades and see Cameron, you thought as you brought down your hand from his hair and rested your head on his shoulder. Those can be my two major goals for now.

Fingers tightened around yours noticeably.

“We’ll take this one step at a time. Because I support you one hundred percent and there’s no rushing anything.”

At your words, Cameron brought his other arm around you and hugged you close. His cheek rested atop of your head. The action of holding you still new to the young man in those spring to summer weeks. New and welcome.

In that gesture, Cameron thank you for what he’d never had.

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SNL: Part 1

A/N: Hi everyone! TBH I didn't realize when I deactivated that the entire blog would disappear and then I saw someone ask for the SNL fics so here you go! Oh also I changed it so you get part 1 and 2 together.

Jack x female reader. Best friends with the one and only Pete Davidson. Honestly, this story is always in my mind so I'm glad I can put it back out again.

You laughed pulling over your sweatshirt when you heard a knock on your dressing room door. “Petey baby, my SNL duties are over!”

Pete smiled walking in, leaning against the door chewing his gum, “Host duties don’t end until after the after party.”

You scrunched your face at him in response, immediately dreading the after party. As an actress from LA you love your sleep. After all it’s called beauty sleep for a reason. 

“Baby girl you’re barely in New York.” Pete laughed giving you a hug.

The two of you have a very flirty friendship, you’ve ignored the “Are You Dating Question” in nearly every interview because they always brought up Pete.

But Pete is Pete. Pete is your best friend, your ride or die, the creamer to your coffee, the drink of water at midnight. You’ve been through thick and thin together, there’s no way you would ever ruin it by dating and besides, Pete wasn’t your type you typically go for, well, musicians.

“Because New York never sleeps,” you laughed against his chest, “and I love sleep.”

“Yeah well...” Pete smirked, the real reason why he wants you to go to the after party. “How are you expecting Jack to just attend the afterparty alone?”

You scoffed pulling away from him, did you accidentally say “Wickedly talented and insanely hot Jack Harlow performs tonight!” in your monologue? Yes. 

Did that make Twitter start trending instantly with “WAS IT SCRIPTED?!” that Colin Jost and Michael Che had to lie for you on Weekend Update and say it was? Yes. 

Did Jack give you a hug that made your stomach flutter and your panties wet after the show ended? Yes. 

Did that mean that you were going to face the embarrassment of facing him at the after party? Hell. No.

“Pete...” you warned as you went back to the couch and pulled your sneakers out from your bag.

“Come on, y/n.” Pete laughed, if Pete told you the truth the only reason Jack was the musical guest tonight was because of Pete begging Lorne Michaels just so he could finally set the two of you up.

“Jack will be fine.” you chuckled. You don’t do parties, you don’t like the paparazzi and images that come out afterwards, you have a very carefully curated brand and boys like Jack Harlow have a way of ruining it.

“Oh come on,” Pete smirked sitting on top of the table across from you, “I saw that hug.”

“Just a hug.”

“And that look.”

“Just a look.”

“Not the one he gave you.” Pete smirked, his tongue dragged against his teeth, he knew that look that Jack gave. “That’s more than a look.”

“PD… I will murder you if you keep this up.” you laughed looking at him. He had a small pout on his face trying to convince you to come to the afterparty. 

“I’ll buy you a new pair of shoes.”

“No.” you laughed looking over at your assistant who just put her hands up signaling she was staying out of it. 

“30 minutes. 30 minutes and then you’re free to go.” Pete begged, he knew if you just gave Jack a chance the two of you would be really good together. You could balance him out - Jack could bring you out of your shell. The two of you had a lot in common and not just being in the spotlight.

“30 minutes.” you sighed, accepting defeat and looking over at your assistant who was already taking your outfit out from the dry cleaning bag. You kept things simple, classy, and elegant with long black trousers with a black lace corset. 

“Damn!” Pete smirked looking at your outfit, “Yeah Jack’s going to love that 100.”

“Not for Jack,” you lied, “simple is sexy.”

“Yeah yeah well, hurry up,” Pete smiled, texting Jack and telling him to be on his A game tonight because there’s no way you’ll listen to Pete again if tonight goes poorly.

“For her? Imma pull out all the stops.” Jack replied.

----

You sighed looking over at Pete who drove the two of you to the afterparty. The paparazzi snapped photos like crazy outside the car. “Pete and y/n hookup. Are Pete Davidson and Y/N Y/L/N making things official?” you mocked knowing what the tabloids were obviously going to say within an hour.

“Eight years of this and you’d think they’d know by now.” Pete chuckled and out of the driver's seat while he ignoed the shouting of the paparazzi and the flashing lights as he walked over to your side. He smiled realizing Jack really meant it when he said he was going to pull out all the stops because here he was, making his way over to Pete’s car, ignoring the paparazzi and just focusing on you.

Your eyes widened seeing Jack outside of your window instead of Pete, you couldn’t help but think of the tabloids now throwing Jack into the mix of it. Your hands slowly unlocked and opened the door allowing Jack to squeeze his way in while holding the door back with his hand so the paparazzi didn’t try to open it.

“Why are you - ?” you laughed, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just coming to rescue you ma’.” Jack smirked, flashing his grin that has had you sold since the second you laid eyes on him.

“Considering I’m here for you - .” you sighed, sliding out of the seat and against Jack’s chest as your feet hit the road, his body still blocked the view for the paparazzi. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Here for me?” he whispered, backing up and placing his hand on the small of your back leading the two of you and Pete who followed behind you into the venue.

“Better make it worth my while.” you smiled entering the room.

“Y/N!!” The entire room erupted in cheers when the three of you walked through the doors. You held your hands out accepting the love from everyone you’ve worked with the past week.

“Ahh!” you moaned, “You know I love it when people scream my name!” you playfully smirked as you walked away from Jack and Pete and made your rounds to everyone.

Jack leaned against the bar, his eyes watched your every move. God, you were fucking magnificent. The way your body swayed, the way your hair moved in whatever direction you needed, you owned every room that you walked into. Walked around the room as if you signed everyone’s paychecks, gave everyone hugs as if they were your friends, you were out of his league and he knew it.

Pete leaned against the bar next to him, his eyes followed you as well but laughed knowing how much of an act this was. How you were secretly waiting to be pulled to the side by Jack or secretly waiting for the 30 minute timer to go off on Pete’s phone so you could leave. 

“I owe you my life man!” Jack chuckled looking over at Pete, his fingers stroking his chin. Jack Harlow was actually nervous. The two of you were out of 30 Rock, out of work commitments, and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

“Nah,” Pete shook his head, “she’s good for you. You’re good for her, she just may push back a little bit.” Pete chuckled.

“So how do I play this?” Jack breathed out, he couldn’t believe he was actually asking for advice on how to pick up a girl, but you weren’t just any girl, you were the girl. The girl that makes a guy call his mother after the first date, the girl that has a guy picking out engagement rings within a month of dating, the girl he would dedicate his whole album to. 

“If you try playing anything on her she’ll see right through it man.” Pete chuckled, LA girls were supposed to be happy, carefree, etc. but you were an LA girl with a New York attitude meaning a no bullshit type of girl. You were a total sweetheart but you definitely had your guard up.

“So just be me?” Jack smirked, drying his hands off his pants as he walked over behind you. You were sitting talking to a few cast members and their guests when you felt Jack’s arms slide down in front of you, his chin resting on your head, his fingers connecting together as he just nodded along to the conversation.

You smirked, leaning back into him, thankful that SNL afterparties came with NDA’s and no photo clauses. “I think that’s my cue.” you laughed and said goodbye to everyone. Jack’s hand held out for yours which you gladly took as he led you into the hallway.

“You’re bold... I'll give you that.” you smiled leaning against one side of the wall, your fingers still intertwined with Jack’s as he leaned against the other side.

“Gotta give me more than that ma’.” Jack smirked, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, gently biting on it because it calmed him down just a slight bit to focus on something else.

“Do I?” you laughed, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to the rest of the people in the main room. “You’re making me miss my after party.”

“Yeah but you only came for me so…” Jack smiled, his grin reaching his ears, his dimples fully showing. 

“Technically I came so Pete would leave me alone about it.” you smiled back at him, “You’re just an added bonus I guess.” you smirked, you knew musicians. You knew them well. Humble them or they humble you.

Jack smirked, you were going to be a challenge for sure but he was ready and willing. His hands tightened their grip on you as he pushed himself off of the wall with his foot. “Give me a chance,” he whispered walking over to you, Pete said to be real so you were about to get the realest Jack Harlow anyone has ever seen. 

“Why?” you smiled, your stomach fluttered looking into his eyes. Even in this dark dim hallway his blue eyes are shining brightly.

“Because I’m cute.” he laughed, his heart fluttered when he heard your laugh and saw your smile.

You nodded, “That’s true. I meet a lot of cute people though.”

Jack brought your hand up to his face, placing a light kiss to the back of your hand. He couldn't help but smirk when he heard you take a quick breath, “Cuter than me?”

You chuckled, your cheeks were getting warmer by the second feeling his scruff tickle the back of your hand, feeling his soft lips against your skin, “Not many people are.”

Jack couldn’t hide his smile so he opted to place another kiss to the back of your hand, “Damn right.”

“What else?” you smiled, ignoring the heat growing in between your legs.

“I can take care of you.” he smiled, resting his chin on the top of your hands and looking over at you.

You smiled, your stomach churned as your heart begged you to give him a chance, “Anything else?”

“Anything you need.” Jack smirked and gave you another light kiss against the back of your hand.

“Hey Jack?” you smiled, hearing Pete’s timer go off even through all the noise in the crowds.

“Yeah ma?” he smiled, thinking he had you locked in.

“Pete said I only had to be here for 30 minutes so...” you laughed, your hand rising up Jack's chest, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him into you so you could whisper in his ear, “catch you next time.” you smiled and placed a light kiss under his ear before you patted his chest and walked away leaving a very flustered Jack Harlow in the hallway.

“There’s no way he flunked out that bad.” Pete laughed watching you walk up to him.

“Oh no he didn’t.” you smiled, “He’s cute PD but you said 30 minutes and I have a flight to catch tomorrow so...” you smiled, leaning up and placing a light kiss on Pete’s cheek. “See you around, go help your friend. I may have left him a little flustered.”

Pete looked over to the hallway and laughed, raising both of his hands up asking what happened.

“I don’t know man she’s just..” Jack chuckled, dropping his head. He really had his work cut out for him. 

“Yeah bro I know but you couldn’t convince her in 30 minutes?” Pete laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I had, like, five minutes with her and everyone else took up her time.” Jack pouted.

“So?” Pete smirked, he knew where your hotel was, even knew what room number you had and knew what late night New York pizza you always loved.

“So?” Jack groaned, taking a deep breath admitting defeat for the first time in his career.

“So, go get more time.” Pete smirked as he pulled out his phone and texted all the information he knew about you to Jack. Down to your favorite candy, favorite soda, favorite alcohol, favorite snack, and the pizza place you were going to order from. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“I owe you my life.” Jack laughed as he walked out of the venue, ordering everything from his phone to be delivered to your hotel room hopefully before you even got there.

----

You yawned finally getting to your hotel, giving a light smile over to the receptionist. Your stomach instantly got hungry when you saw the pizza and snacks that were all over the counter.

“Oh Miss Y/L/N!” the receptionist smiled and waved you over to her. “These are for you.”

“For me?” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out if you placed this order before you left 30 Rock or if Pete placed it for you.

“Yes, there’s a little note as well.” the receptionist smiled watching you read the note.

I’ll take care of you. -JH

You rolled your eyes, albeit you couldn’t hide how flustered you were. “Thank you,” you smiled at the receptionist. The two of you looked at the pile of food wondering how you were going to carry it up to your room.

“I could have someone bring it up for you.” she smiled, her eyes widened when she saw Jack walk up behind you.

“I can help, no worries.” he smirked and his arm slid around your waist. 

You bit your lip, thankful that once again the hotel you stayed at had strict NDA policies being frequently visited by celebrities daily. “You know, you didn’t have to leave a note if you were just going to be here.” you laughed grabbing the pizza while Jack grabbed some of the snacks. 

“Yeah but then I thought about how you could get here before I got here,” he smirked.

“I did.”

“Yeah, by like five minutes.” he chuckled, hitting the elevator button with his pinky. “Which by the way is the only amount of time I got with you.”

“So you want more time?” you smiled, hiding it by looking down at the pizza box in your hands.

Jack smiled, motioning for you to go into the elevator as the doors opened up, anything to see your ass in those black trousers which was a very hot outfit if he had to admit. “I’d spend every second of every day with you.”

You laughed, looking up at the ceiling waiting for the elevator to get to the top floor. “You’re a cheesy guy Harlow.”

“Just speaking the truth ma’.” Jack smirked, following you down to your hotel room which if he had to admit was a better hotel room than his. Even though he just dropped First Class, you would be the one putting him in First Class by a long shot.

“So here’s my humble abode for the night.” you laughed placing the pizza down on the entryway table. You immediately shot a hand down to your feet to take your heels off.

Jack watched as you balanced yourself, struggling to unclasp the last heel as he bent down. His fingers undid the clasp, leaving a small smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I told you I’ll take care of you ma’.”

“I think this position is what people mean when they tweet at me to step on them.” you giggled, placing your foot down on the floor and holding out a hand to help Jack up.

Jack took it, using any opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between yours as he stood up. His other hand moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You really are something you know that?” he whispered, his body was drawn to yours like a magnet. 

You felt your stomach in your throat looking at him, he really was cute, he was sweet, and he was smooth. God damn, Pete Davidson knew your type to a T and you were scared. You knew you could fall for Jack and with how Jack is being, you’d fall hard.

“You’re not too bad yourself Harlow.” you laughed pulling away from him. “So are you going to join me to finish all this or?”

“Up to you.” Jack smiled, he didn’t mind if he had to play the long game with you anymore. He’d wait days, weeks, months, even years if it meant he finally would be able to call you his.

“I mean,” you sighed, grabbing the pizza and walked over to the bed, “you’re already here so you might as well stay.”

“Say less.” he smiled, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to you.

“I’m going to kill Pete by the way,” you laughed opening the pizza box. Your favorite pizza place was a very shitty, very run down pizza place that you and Pete drunkenly stumbled upon a few years ago but god damn, you would fight anyone who said it wasn’t the best pizza in the city.

Jack laughed as the two of you grabbed a slice, “He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, he does that often.” you smiled. Partly because you were grateful to have Pete as a best friend, partly because you just tasted the most amazing slice of pizza.

“You might be right, this is pretty good.” Jack laughed and the two of you continuing to talk about Pete, SNL, your lives, etc.

“Wait wait wait…” you laughed as you fell back against the bed, “so you only sang Creme because Pete told you it was my favorite?”

“I had like 10 other songs I was going to choose,” Jack laughed, and leaned his body up beside you. 

“Well Creme is hot.” you whispered looking up at him, your legs crossing subconsciously.

“And apparently so am I?” Jack smirked, “What was it you said?”

You screamed as your hands covered your face, “No don’t! I’m so embarrassed.”

“Wickedly talented and insanely hot.” Jack smirked looking down at you. God, you were perfect. Your black lace corset turned him on but this, this version of you with your guard down, this version of you that had messy hair, this version of you that could actually feel safe enough to let loose. He was down for you, a perfectly curated brand and all he will find a way to fit in your life.

You laughed as you dropped your hands, looking up into Jack’s eyes, “I wasn’t lying.”

“About which part?” Jack smiled, his confidence boosting and leaning over you.

You repositioned yourself so Jack didn’t have to awkwardly straddle you, your hand stroked his beard as you took a deep breath, “Both.”

“Well,” Jack whispered, placing a light kiss on your forearm. “I think that you are wickedly talented,” he smirked against your forearm, slightly sucking on your skin. He could feel your hips buck under him, “and insanely hot.” 

Jack turned his head away from your arm to look at you, “Not to mention incredibly beautiful, absolutely the cutest girl in New York…” he smiled, his cheeks getting redder by the second.

“Just New York?” you questioned, your lips formed a smile while your fingers played with his curls.

“Whole damn world if you keep smiling like that.” Jack chuckled before taking a deep breath and looking down at you. “I really want to kiss you right now.” he whispered, his finger sliding down your face to your chin, his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You could feel the heat radiating throughout your body, you were so confident at the beginning of the night that you wouldn’t be in this exact position but here you were, completely under Jack, his thumb on your mouth, his hips against yours. “Then do it.”

Jack immediately leaned down, his soft lips met yours, tasting the flavor of your lip gloss. God, you were already so addicting to him. The two of you nervously moved your lips in sync, the both of you having to remind yourselves not to smile because no one likes kissing teeth. You leaned up, deepening the kiss with Jack, your hips rubbing up against his in the process causing him to let out a low moan. 

“Oh?” you smirked, pulling away from him. 

“You can’t do that and expect me to stay quiet.” Jack laughed, leaning forward to kiss you again, pushing you deeper into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips as he grinded against you. God, this felt so good, he wanted more, he needed more but he stopped and pulled away, chuckling a little bit at the whine you let out.

“I-” Jack sighed, his hands gripped his chin. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, “I want to take you out first.”

“Take me out first?” you giggled and your hands pulled him back down to you so he was leaning on top again.

“I told you, you really are something y/n and I don’t want to risk ruining it by sleeping with you right away.”

You smiled looking up at him, you definitely thought he was a player and he definitely was but he was a player blocking a very easy score because he actually likes you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want me to.”

“Come with me? Back to LA.” you smiled, your finger playing with his curls, “I just have a shoot tomorrow night but then I’m free, you can make me dinner, and then after...” you smirked pulling him down by his shirt and kissing his neck. “You and I can do what we would do tonight if you weren’t such a romantic.”

Jack rolled over onto his side, “Sounds like a plan.” he smirked, pulling you over on top of him to straddle him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the hell out of you tonight though.”

You smirked, grinding your hips slowly against his as you leaned down, “Likewise Harlow.”

[fruitcoops]

I'm not the anon that asked about Remus and subspace/aftercare but I'd love to see more of it if/whenever you would like/have time💜 The way you write these things is so respectful, loving, and comforting and I love it so much!

Thank you so much, anon! I hope everyone who requested this enjoys it <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for implied smut (not super explicit), nudity, aftercare, subdrop/ subspace, restraint, tears (the good kind)

“Easy,” Sirius murmured into the sweaty skin of Remus’ neck, holding him close as he splayed his hand over Remus’ belly. The muscles jumped under his palm and a shudder ran through him as he scrambled for a clumsy hold on Sirius’ arm and shoulders. “Re, easy.”

A hoarse whine slipped out beside his heaving breaths and he let out a low moan when Sirius adjusted his grip to keep him upright. “More,” Remus begged, grinding his hips back even as he shook through the aftershocks. “More, more, more—“

“You’re done,” Sirius interrupted gently, pressing a kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder.

Remus shook his head frantically. “No, no, I can do it, I gotta, no, please.”

“You’re done.” Sirius leaned back to take more of his weight despite the fact that he was practically holding Remus already. He slid the arm locked across Remus’ chest up to brush the damp hair from his eyes and guided his head to lay back against Sirius’ shoulder. “Deep breaths for me, just like that. In and out.”

“I can’t,” Remus panted, swallowing hard as he gripped Sirius’ thighs weakly. “Baby, please, just—just let me—one more time, just one more.”

“Remus.”

“I’m sorry.” A tear squeezed from the corner of his eye, following the path of many from the throes of pleasure that had left him gasping in the way Sirius loved. “Fuck, it’s always so much. ‘m tired, and ‘m horny.”

Sirius kissed his cheek and ran slow fingers through his curls until Remus went boneless into his chest with a punched-out sound; he closed his eyes and snuggled into Sirius, rubbing his cheek along his collarbone. “There you go,” he praised quietly. Slipping into subspace wasn’t super common for either of them, but when it did happen, Sirius was only too happy to help him through it.

If his memory served, Remus’ adrenaline would finally be draining and the steady slide into the land of the living was beginning. His own drop was a little different, but he recognized the signs well enough. “Love you,” Remus managed, watching him with hooded, adoring eyes. “Love you. Y’know I love you, yeah?”

“I do,” he assured him, laying back to pull Remus onto his chest—they were entangled almost instantly as Remus mouthed aimlessly along his chest and shoulders. Teeth sank into the ridge of his collarbone. “Ouch.”

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled, snuggling closer. His hair was a mess from both their hands and his lips were swollen red, sure to be chapped when the shine faded. Sirius felt guilty for half a second before remembering that Remus was the one who bit his own lips when he got close. And, fuck, had he been close.

“How are you feeling?” He inspected the light scratch marks on his forearms as Remus’ heartbeat went from rabbit-quick to just-worked-out. Maybe we should have chosen a different position for the end, he thought, then shook his head. Marks on his forearms would be less likely to get chirped than ones on his back.

“Alright.”

“How can I help you?”

Remus made a face, but didn’t open his eyes. His thigh was slick and tacky where it rested on Sirius’ hip. “Warm. Uncomfy. Don’t wanna go.”

That was the hardest part of aftercare, in Sirius’ opinion. Remus’ accent was pretty mild most of the time, but it came out full force after something intense and the small fragments of words rarely connected with Sirius’ limited English as his own brain came back online. Still, it was the least he could do after Remus worked him through five straight minutes of rambling French each time he dropped.

“Water,” Remus sighed, toying at the sheets with a trembling hand. “Sticky.”

“I’ll get a washcloth when you’re ready.”

“Take m’ with you.”

Sirius laughed softly and kissed his forehead, pushing the heel of his hand along Remus’ spine to work out any knots or stiffness. His knees ached, and he wasn’t even sure if he could carry his own weight before a few moments of rest. “I can’t carry you yet, mon coeur.”

“Sexy nickname. Sexy times.” Remus hitched his leg up over Sirius’ hip with great effort. “More?”

“Not right now, sweetheart.” A dopey smile spread over his face and Sirius felt a well of affection bloom in his chest. Remus hummed, running his thumbs over the middle of Sirius’ ribs. “Good job. Are you coming down a little more?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m going to keep holding you, then get a washcloth, then some water, okay? But I’m not going anywhere right now.”

“Sticky.”

“I know. We’ll fix that in a minute or so. Was that good?”

Remus squirmed around until his front was pressed against Sirius side, sharing their radiating warmth. “Real good.”

He traced the outline of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and smiled when Remus nipped at it. “Your lips look sore.”

“Hmmm.”

“Next time, we should remember to use a gag if I’m not keeping an eye on you.”

Remus looked up at him eagerly, his gaze clearing of some of its fogginess. “Yeah, yeah, for sure.”

“How’s the rest of you?” Sirius watched him carefully as he straightened all his limbs with a heavy sigh, making faces here and there. “Nothing too bad?”

“Knees hurt, but I like it. Fingers are a little sore.” Mischief flickered over his face. “Ass hurts.”

“Color me shocked,” Sirius deadpanned, drawing a snort from him. “It wasn’t too much?”

Remus shook his head and stretched; his back arched, then popped, and he flopped back down with a contented noise. “Nope.”

“You look better now.”

He raised an eyebrow and rolled to face Sirius, bringing him closer with a hand on his cheek. “I needed that.”

Sirius nuzzled their noses together. “Any time, mon loup.”

They had moved well past adrenaline, latent arousal, and dizziness, and he was willing to bet Remus would be okay in bed alone for longer than a minute or two soon. The stress of a week of back-to-back interviews from people questioning every aspect of Remus’ life as the new rookie had just built and built and built until he had snapped over dinner, his rare temper flaring up before he looked Sirius dead in the eyes and all but demanded to be fucked until he couldn’t think about anything else.

“Way-it,” Remus said into the skin of his shoulder. Sirius hummed in question and felt a hand pull at his waist. “Weight, please.”

Sirius gathered him close and maneuvered until he could press down on Remus without making him feel trapped—my own personal weighted blanket, Remus teased. “Better?”

He felt the steady rise and fall under him and the buzz of a happy sound in his neck. Remus always got cuddly once he was done with the desperation and the confusion; that was the part that stuck around longest, and if Sirius was being honest, his favorite part of the whole process. For someone who was usually so ambiguous about physical contact, he could be wonderfully tactile.

There was a fine art to making sure the transition was as smooth as it could be—it was a team effort, despite the fact that Remus was fairly out of it for the first half. Sirius rubbed his back to get his attention and rested their foreheads together. “I’m going to get a washcloth and water, d’accord?”

Remus held him tighter.

“Re.” He trailed his finger along the slope of his nose, then tilted his chin up. “I need you to trust me. I’ll be right back for snuggles, but you’re sticky and we’re both dehydrated.”

Rebellion and familiar stubbornness sparked up. “No.”

“Three minutes. You can time me.” God, I hope that’s enough time.

“Stay with me.”

“You were just telling me you were uncomfortable and sticky.”

“Take me with you.”

“My legs are tired.” He combed both hands through Remus’ hair and watched his eyes, still a little red from tears and exertion, flutter slightly closed from the feeling. “Three minutes, and then I promise I’ll be right here. Do you trust me?”

Slowly, Remus nodded, and his hold released.

“Thank you.” Pull it together, Sirius reminded himself as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, using the edge as a crutch for a brief moment. His muscles begged to be left alone on the bed with Remus, but they both needed to get cleaned up before sleeping and Sirius really had to pee. Who knew holding a 180-pound hockey player in place as he shook and writhed would take so much effort?

Sirius. Sirius knew. And it had absolutely been worth it.

He rinsed his face in the sink and ran the damp washcloth over his arms—the scratches didn’t sting, but they were fading to a nice pinkish crosshatch with small lilac bruises where Remus’ fingertips dug in as he finally came, clinging to the forearm that held his back to Sirius’ chest. Without Sirius’ other arm applying pressure to his hips while his hand moved tight over his shaft, Remus would probably have slid right down onto the duvet in a puddle of endorphins.

“Stay awake,” Sirius reminded him as he entered their bedroom once again and settled into his old spot to lean Remus against his ribs so he could drink.

“I’m—” He cleared his throat and took a sip. Remus wasn’t much of a howler or moaner, not like Sirius, but his babbling and breathless sobs of overwhelming pleasure had certainly done a number on his throat. “I’m awake.”

“You sound stronger and look more like you.” Sirius stabilized his chin between his thumb and pointer, carefully wiping Remus’ face clean with the small towel; some of the frazzled edges smoothed out, and soon he just looked tired. Settled. Sated.

Those were all good things in Sirius’ book as he washed away some of the mess along Remus’ thighs once the tear tracks were gone. They would need to shower later, but he didn’t think either of them could stand long enough at the moment, and a bath would quickly turn into a nap. “You’re so good to me,” Remus whispered.

“Because I love you and you deserve good things.” He set his supplies aside and relaxed into the pillows, pulling Remus down with him. “Are you okay with not seeing my face at the end?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to change up sometimes.” His thumb moved in curling patterns over the light, mouth-shaped bruises littering Sirius’ skin. “You’ll tell me if I go too far, right?”

Sirius smiled and turned so they were face-to-face. “That’s my line.”

“You’re always bruised.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I really like it.”

“Kinky motherfucker,” Remus teased, poking his sternum. Sirius didn’t protest, just admired the grounded look on his face and the happy post-orgasm glow that rose high on his cheeks. “You’re staring again.”

“I stare at you all the time. You’re too pretty not to be looked at.”

Remus smiled, slinging a leg over Sirius’ hip and drawing him closer with an arm around his ribs; callused fingers tapped in random rhythms between his shoulder blades, and Sirius let the tension flow from his whole body. This is what people mean when they say ‘warm and fuzzy’, he thought sleepily, sinking into a gentle kiss from plush lips. The drop could be difficult to navigate sometimes, but it was always, always worth it to melt together at the end.