#cringe at his hair but honestly everything else is flawless

[the-lunar-pull]

Excuse me while this blog turns back into a kpop blog for a minute.

[rvmmm21]

. i think he likes you back .

summary : joohyun is tired of hearing seungwan go on and on about this wonderful, attractive senior she’s head over heels for. joohyun wants a name, and she knows exactly how to get it out of her, no matter how much Seungwan wants to keep it a secret.

requested : yes, by rvmmm21 to rvmmm21.

note : oh wow, is this my wenrene niche? do i have a soft spot for nervous, spluttering wendy and (big)tease, soft dom irene? oh, i don’t know... but this was ?fun-ish? smut practice nonetheless. i still cringed though, working hard on my plotless smut. i’ll proofread it like later or smth i’m gonna sleep now.

[(soft)dom!irene x wendy]

...

“… and I like him.”

“A name, Wan-ah, I need a name… come on…” Joohyun insists, dropping her pen and herself onto the bed next to the younger girl, incomplete pie charts and bar graphs surrounding them both.

I mean, yes, she could very easily bite the bullet and tell Seungwan that she, too, wishes to see them as more than just friends, that she’s been waiting for the chance to… deepen their bond. Or that she already knows that this infamous heartthrob senior Seungwan has an undying crush on is, in fact, her.

But really, what’s the fun in that?

They’d talked about crushes before. Far too much, in all honesty. Ask all the missed deadlines and turning up to class halfway through it. Oh, and Joohyun’s now a pro at flattening knowing grins and keeping her eyes from rolling skywards from all the times she’s had to do it when Seungwan was in one of her particularly ‘gushy’ moods. The senior she’s wholeheartedly in love with.

Senior as in a boy senior, of course, and definitely not Bae Joohyun.

“Oh unnie, he’s so good-looking… but – but you’ll never guess who it is.”

“His legs… his hair… he’s so pretty and… I don’t know, I think about what it would be like to… to kiss him and – and ugh, just kinda everything, you know?”

“… but – but seriously, you’ll never guess… I mean… so don’t even try.”

Joohyun could write a novel, at this point, with how much information she’s gathered on this mysterious senior no one else but Seungwan seems to know about. It’s the fine print, really. The little details like how smooth his fingers are when he tucks a spidery velvet lock of hair behind his ear, how she can just tell he’ll make a great partner because of how he well he listens; things that are far too in-depth and descriptive for someone who’s supposedly admiring from afar, for someone’s who’s never actually spoken to him.

Oh, and don’t even get her started on the number of times this ‘boy’ has been referred to as ‘she’.

“So?” Joohyun blatantly peers, head cocked and eyebrow quirked, “I’m sick of hearing about it. Are you going to tell me or what?”

“… I-I can’t, unnie, it… it’s a secret…”

There we go, that A-class excuse – ‘It’s a secret’.

Oh no you don’t, Joohyun thinks, not this time. She’s not letting Seungwan slither out of this one like she’s very poorly managed to slither out all those other times.

She casts the younger girl (who seems hell-bent on keeping her mouth shut) a look of determination, and receives one right back, doubled in intensity, if not a little fragile round the edges.

Fine, be like that, Joohyun thinks. She’ll pry that name from those lips… oh yes, she will… even if it has to come after a plethora of… other noises.

Joohyun sneers, edging closer to the girl who’s a few seconds away from releasing white puffs of steam from her ears. “Honestly, I kinda like how you try so hard. Unless you’re just playing dumb… Wan-ah, you don’t think I’m stupid, do you? This lover-boy of yours clearly doesn’t exist.”

Well… not like that. ‘He’ may not… but ‘she’, on the other hand, very much does.

Seungwan feels those very familiar cherry-blossom petals sear into her cheeks at how close Joohyun is. Suddenly, everything is amplified. Suddenly, she’s hyper aware of how she’s twitching, holding back from just leaning forward and connecting them both… or how she’s now caged in by her definitely-not crush, back against the headboard with absolutely nowhere to go.

She has to let out a nervous chuckle, if only to distract from her raging blush. “… unnie, I… he does exist… he’s –”

She’s cut off. Seungwan’s eyes bulge out before fluttering closed when she feels a pair of velvety lips against her own. There’s a lively tinge of strawberry-burst lip balm exchanged from Joohyun’s mouth to hers, and her lips are already tingling by the time the older girl pulls away.

“… w-wha – what was… that?” she finally manages, going stiff when she sees that sinful smile on her unnie’s otherwise innocent face.

“Now you know,” Joohyun replies, licking her lips, savouring the taste of inexperience and cherry liquorice – with a slight aftertaste of denial, of course. Although that’s nothing she can’t fix.

Seungwan couldn’t look more confused… or guilty.

“… know –” she gulps, not knowing how she could say anything that wouldn’t immediately give her away, “– know what?”

“What it’s like to kiss him.”

Seungwan’s eyes go wide again. Her brain short-circuits, and she jolts forward. “Unnie!”

But Joohyun splays a hand against her chest, gently easing her back onto the pillows. Seungwan knows the she intended the gesture to soothe her nerves, but it only succeeds in firing her up twice as much. Still, she’s mute, unwilling to believe this is actually happening.

“I bet you want to know everything about him, don’t you –”

Oh? Joohyun’s hands are inching their way under her skirt. Oh? What’s she doing?

“– I bet you want to know what he can do… to you. Hm?”

Seungwan whimpers down at the pretty fingers now caressing her against the damp fabric of her panties, stroking her slit with practiced precision. Oh no. No, no, no… this is so bad. She can’t possibly feel how wet she is, can she? That dewy heat had been radiating at her core the entire time, but she really didn’t think she’d have it revealed to the one person she was trying her best to hide it from.

Joohyun simply smirks up at her, poised as ever. “You’re thinking about him now, aren’t you?”

When Seungwan stays silent, Joohyun pushes herself up and leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek. And then her other one, and one on the corner of her lips, her forehead, her nose and her right ear. Her fingers never move from between her legs.

“Aren’t you?” she repeats, breath tickling the shell of her ear.

Of course I am, Seungwan confesses to herself.

It’s like an out-of-body experience, when Joohyun grasps her by the arms and scooches them towards the edge of the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and propping it up behind her. Ah yes, there’s that fine print in action again, in a very live setting, this time. She knows this can’t end well for her, but there’s something about Bae Joohyun, the girl she’s had very... descriptive dreams about, on her knees before her. It grants her the near perfect illusion of being in control. 

But then that naughty shimmer in those flawless eyes reminds her she really, really isn’t.

The older girl smoothly hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pushing her bottom up and giving them a swift tug down past her hips. Despite the scorching humiliation, Seungwan complies, shifting up so Joohyun’s job is easier. Her fingertips leave trails of warmth down her skin and she can only watch as her underwear is chucked gracelessly over her shoulder.

“You want to know what he’s like in bed...”

Even almost fully clothed, Seungwan feels more naked than she’s ever felt before. She inhales sharply when she feels a brief pressure on her clit, instinctively trying to draw her knees together, but with Joohyun in between them, it’s impossible to. So she resorts to laying back, resting her weight on her elbows, helpless to whatever Joohyun has in store for her.

“You want to know how well he can take you.”

A finger dips into the wetness it finds and the younger girl gasps, feeling herself leak even more when it draws lazy little circles around her clit. Not on it, just around it. If she didn’t know any better, Seungwan would think she’s doing this on purpose, deliberately not touching her where she wants – needs. It’s unfortunate that Joohyun’s maddening teasing rendered her unable to speak, because she really needs to ask for more.

“… p-please… touch… touch harder…” she tries, not caring at how pathetic that sounds.

Joohyun smiles.

“Touch harder where?”

The embarrassed squeak she receives in reply gives her a pretty good idea, though.

“Harder… here?” She asks, sliding her fingers back into her core. Seungwan whimpers. “Or… here?”

A thumb on her sensitive clit rubs slow, firm circles, and it’s the direct contact Seungwan’s been longing for since they began. She’s being filled and fucked so well, it doesn’t take long before it’s unravelling that knot in her gut and she can’t help voicing her relief, all her muscles tensing at the sheer pleasure. “… oh, oh – oh my gosh, unnie…”

“Feel good, Wannie?”

‘Good’ doesn’t do it justice, especially not after she’s been teased out of her mind like that. Her hips are rocking against the fingers pumping in and out of her, trying to get them to go even harder, faster.

“I’m going to make you cum, Wannie,” she hums, “unnie’s going to make you cum on her fingers, okay?”

She sure as hell is. It’s already bubbling to the surface. Joohyun’s about to make her spill over, tip her over that edge, have her falling apart with her two fingers hitting her g-spot perfectly, with her thumb against her clit, that wonderful ache clouding her sensibilities so she can’t think straight. “… I’m… oh, unnie, I’m gonna – I’m…”

“Uh, uh, uh.” Joohyun stops completely. She’s still knuckle-deep, but any movement, any friction is ceased. Seungwan’s would-be orgasm plateaus then plummets just as quickly.

And she barely stops herself from ripping her hair out. “Uh-unnie!”

“Tell me who you really like.” Joohyun resumes her unbearable teasing like she did at the start, brushing over her clit, never giving her anything concrete to hold on to for longer than a second.

Seungwan groans, dazed and obviously reluctant. “… huh?”

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Joohyun pries, holding the younger girl’s hips still when they try to grind onto her hand. “He isn’t real. It’s me. You like me. Say it, tell me.”

“… wh-what… no, please it’s n –”

She chokes back the rest of her sentence when Joohyun continues to pump into her at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping her orgasm painfully tethered. “You want to cum… you need to, don’t you? You need it? I want to hear you say it, so say it. Say it and I’ll make you cum. I’ll give you what you need.”

Seungwan wants to slap herself. She’s walked right into this. She’s just played herself – but Joohyun’s right, she needs to cum, she needs it so badly – oh god, her thoughts are everywhere. Joohyun tone is as sweet and as kind as she is, but her actions are utterly cruel, and Seungwan hates it that she wants everything she’s dishing out. It takes little more than a peer down at that searching gaze, inescapable, blinking innocently up at her like she isn’t driving her absolutely crazy with pleasure before she caves in. She’s broken and they both know it, all red in the face and choking out a weak – “… I-I like… I like you, unnie… you, it’s you, it’s you. I like you!”

To which Joohyun chuckles, playfully.

And then her fingers are moving again, plunging into her. Oh gosh. Oh my gosh, it feels good. Too good, it’s insane. Seungwan can feel herself clenching down intermittently on the fingers thrusting, curling against where she’s most sensitive. The pressure on her clit is nothing short of delicious, and she can finally hold onto the feeling for more than a second, but she craves it so badly that it only takes a second before it – it’s – it’s coming –

With a hoarse whisper of Joohyun’s name, she tenses up and goes limp all at once, slumping forward and clinging onto Joohyun for dear life, tiny shocks of electricity racing through her system as she twitches and convulses in her unnie’s arms.

Joohyun shifts off the floor and settles down next to her trembling Wannie, taking the opportunity to hum sweetly in her ear. “There, there now… see? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Was it really worth keeping it secret for that long?”

It feels like a millennium before Seungwan finds the strength to sit up and the ability to swallow. She flops lifelessly onto her side, letting those warm arms engulf her before looking Joohyun in the eye.

“I don’t know,” she half sighs, half pouts. “Wasn’t like I had much of a choice.”

Joohyun huffs fondly, leaning in to press a light kiss to a sweat-matted fringe. She lingers, and Seungwan can feel her growing smile. “Don’t worry, Wan-ah. He definitely likes you back.”

[barclaysangel]

“Prom Queen”

I meant to post this ages ago but because I have only 2 brain cells, I completely forgot.

But I published a Stanley Barber x female OC fanfic on Wattpad!

I decided to share it on here as well (should I post it on AO3? I never go on there anymore) in case you guys might be interested. It’s hard af for me to write on my own but I’m really trying my best so if y’all like this, please let me know! Your comments mean the world to me!

I’ll post the links for the intro and first chapter from Wattpad down below, I hope you guys will like this :)

Chapter 1~First in Line at the Party

Tabitha Kent was exhausted.

But she wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to be pretty, popular, perfect. The three p's.

And now, she just didn't feel like it.

Then again, she always lied about how she felt. It was easy for her to do so because to all of the boys and her friends, she was a flawless. They never saw how much she was breaking, not even her own mother.

Her relationship with her mother was...complicated.

Tabitha knew her mom loved her. She just wanted her to the best...no matter the cost.

"Do you really think you should be having a second plate, Tabitha?"

"I think you should skip dessert tonight, Tabitha."

"Put on some more makeup, we don't want anyone to see your blemishes, do we Tabitha?"

"Stop frowning and smile, the boys love it when pretty girls smile, Tabitha."

It wasn't her mother trying to be harsh. She put as much pressure as she could on her daughter to strive for her to be better, that's all.

But Tabitha's father was not like that. Whatever her mother wanted her to do, her father made sure that she did the complete opposite. She was such a different girl when her dad was around. Tomboy, wearing whatever she wanted, no makeup, playing sports.

It was all fun and games until her dad died when she was twelve. And then her mother fully came in and turned her daughter into her perfect little porcelain doll.

And as much as Tabitha to ignore everything that's happened, it began slowly breaking down at her soul.

Her friends didn't know how often she had panic attacks in the bathroom. They didn't know how often she cried herself to sleep. They didn't know how badly she hated herself and the facade she put up in front of everyone.

But they couldn't know. No one could know. Tabitha was the popular girl in Westinghouse high school. The boys and girls flocked around her. If they knew the truth about her, it would destroy her.

"Tabitha, you alive?" The voice of her closest and only real and genuine friend, Dina, spoke up and yanked the blonde right out of her thoughts.

She shook herself out of it, giggling before nodding. "Yeah, sorry. Got distracted."

"You've been distracted a lot recently." Dina pointed out with an eyebrow raised, leaning her back against her locker.

"What can I say? I always have my head in the clouds." Tabitha laughed it off just like she always does and went to class.

Everything after that was the normal routine. Boys and girls talking to her, the former wanting to date her and the latter wanting to be just like her. Hell, sometimes it was the other way around, but the blonde wasn't complaining. She liked the attention. But it was always the same old thing, leaving her more and more emotionally exhausted.

Maybe it was for the best. Change wasn't always a good thing. If Tabitha Kent just spent the rest of her life as everyone's royal queen, everything should be fine. She just needed to suck it up and accept it.

By the time school was finally over, Tabitha felt mentally drained. She just wanted to go home and rip the damn makeup off her skin before taking a long nap.

A shame that the weather didn't seem to get the memo, as it was now pouring down and she didn't have a ride.

"Ah, shit." She muttered, staying by the door of the school to avoid getting wet.

The Kent girl knew that she could always walk home. But that would be a disaster, walking home with her hair and clothes ruined, making streaking her cheeks. Her mother would be so pissed.

She could also ask one of the boys from the football team to walk her home. But they were so obnoxious and she really didn't want to deal with anymore incessant flirting for the day.

"Need a ride?" Tabitha jumped, having been distracted once again that she didn't see an old car pull up close to where she was hiding, the window halfway rolled down to reveal Stanley Barber leaning over the passenger seat when he asked his question.

Stanley was...weird, she supposed. Always listening to music and getting high, never really had any other friend to hang out with. If the girl thought about it, she didn't think he actually did have friends. But he was definitely someone she shouldn't be affiliated with and she had never even talked to him before:

Then why was Tabitha actually feeling tempted to accept his offer and get in his car?

"I-it's okay, I can walk." The blonde said after a moment, cringing internally when she stuttered because Stanley could easily tell that she didn't want to walk.

"Really, it's no problem, Tabitha. We live a couple blocks from each other." He pointed out with an eyebrow raised, clearly making a point. She hadn't realized that they live so close to each other. "I promise you won't melt, your highness."

The last comment made her roll her eyes in annoyance but she did notice the teenage boy crack a smile when she did.

Tabitha should not be doing this. She knows she shouldn't be. This was probably almost social suicide, being affiliated with someone like Stanley, even if she was desperate for a ride.

But she just wanted to go home. She didn't want to deal with anyone else and honestly, it didn't seem like he would be so annoying like the other boys have been all day with her.

And maybe, just maybe, she felt like breaking the rules just a little bit. It was just a ride, how bad could it be?

So as if she had shook hands with the devil himself, she made her decision. The blonde ran over to his car, her hair only getting a little bit wet and pulled open the door before getting in.

She was almost immediately greeted with stench of weed, a smell she wasn't used to and tried not to wrinkle her nose at the smell.

"You ready?" The boy asked and Tabitha nodded just before Stanley started the car and drove away.

[seyaryminamoto]

I feel like i'm gonna regret asking this but what is hiby

Oh. Ohohoho, oh. I recently answered this to someone else (not on this blog), I suppose there are so many newcomers in this fandom lately that HIBY has become slightly less known than it used to be.

HIBY stands for How I Became Yours, the most polemic and catastrophic fancomic in the history of the Avatar franchise. If you thought any of the official comics were problematic in any sense, woah boy, they’re goddamn flawless masterpieces compared to this thing.

Every possible angle of HIBY is problematic. Spot-on accusations of tracing were the main reason why Deviantart took down Jackie Diaz’s profile and comic from their platform. I heard Nickelodeon also got involved legally, not 100% sure on that front, but if true, they cracked down on her because she attempted to profit off this clunky mess of an inconsistent story by claiming it was somehow an official sequel to ATLA. To clarify, this last thing is something I was told, I can’t find actual sources to confirm it… so maybe I heard an exaggerated account of the tale of HIBY and it never went that far. Nevertheless, this comic didn’t need to escalate into a legal problem to be absolutely abhorrent.

In regards of art, HIBY somehow keeps discarding the asian-inspired setting seen throughout ATLA and instead favors showing the characters in European castles and outfits that don’t fit anywhere within ATLA’s world at all:

Katara is basically wearing a red version of Belle’s dress from Beauty and the Beast, if I’m not mistaken. The architecture of the place they’re at is so European it’s baffling (if I’m not mistaken, this is supposed to be Toph’s family’s house :’D). Also, it’s blatantly obvious that the background is a photograph, so she could’ve just as easily looked for photos of asian locations instead, but she picked european architecture because yes. Yet more blows against the possible artistic merits someone could offer this comic (if there’s any).

Now, though, the BIGGEST problem in HIBY is, of course, the story:

To recap: ATLA ends with Aang and Katara kissing at Ba Sing Se. Whatever problems someone may have with their relationship, or Mai and Zuko’s, or Sokka and Suki’s, it’s unquestionable that those three ships were canon by the end of the show.

Jackie Diaz’s SEQUEL COMIC doesn’t acknowledge this finale: somehow, Aang is in love with Toph but they’re not together despite there’s literally NOTHING in their way, since Aang and Katara weren’t together at all, according to Diaz. And Katara? Oh, she’s pining endlessly over Zuko, who somehow married Mai…

… Despite wanting Katara too.

… Despite he literally knocked up Katara back when the war was ending, which resulted in a miscarriage because of Mai’s wicked schemes~~!!

Can someone please explain to me in what world does it make sense for Zuko, FIRE LORD ZUKO, to be in a relationship with someone he doesn’t want, when the person he does want is RIGHT THERE, AVAILABLE, when there’s no real political consequences to ANYTHING that happens in this comic? You could say “oh no the Fire Nation people wouldn’t accept a Water Tribe woman…” … but then Zuko ends up with Katara anyways and the only problem is that Mai wants to kill them for that :’) so… no excuse works.

Basically there’s no real plot, the whole thing boils down to “I want these ships to happen and I need them to face hardships even if they don’t make sense”. The main hardship is that Mai doesn’t want her HUSBAND to carry out an affair with Katara. Zuko’s response to Mai’s obvious and reasonable complaint about their illicit relationship is to TURN VIOLENT WITH HER. And he’s the good guy :’)

Mai has a non-existent older brother Sho, who looks like a BLEACH character with Ozai’s hairstyle, and together they will try to kill Katara because, welp, someone has to give them trouble, I guess. In all fairness, the only character with a relatively logical flow of thought in this damn trainwreck is Mai. I mean, “my piece of shit husband married me for political clout, got his mistress pregnant, I didn’t want the kid to be a problem for me so I induced a miscarriage in Katara by poisoning her, probs just wanted Katara dead altogether but whatever, I only got the kid. Then Zuko threw me away despite I’m his legal wife and I’m really pissed about it so I want Katara dead” is the smartest writing in this entire comic. And no, that’s not a compliment, it’s still stupid as fuck but that’s how much more stupid everything else is. 

So, the happy couples are, like I said, Zuko and Katara, who get together despite Zuko is married to Mai, Aang and Toph, who somehow weren’t together despite there’s nothing in the way, AAAND… 

… Sokka and fake!Azula. Because I refuse to acknowledge that thing as the Princess we all love and adore.

Frankly, I consider it a miracle that HIBY didn’t destroy our ship completely when it was posted online, seeing as it was amongst the most talked-about fanmade content in Avatar’s fandom at the time. If people no longer associate Sokkla with HIBY immediately, we’ve definitely done a good job saving our poor ship’s face and showing it’s got a fuckton of potential compared to the shitfest that comic portrayed.

Why is Sokkla so problematic in HIBY? Because of fake!Azula, of course. Why is she fake!Azula? Because she’s got plot-convenient amnesia! Turns out that, for some reason, Azula forgot all the events from ATLA (let’s be real, so did Jackie Diaz so it’s not just her) and she shows up in this comic as a completely different character, so much that, upon hearing about the TERRIBLE THINGS SHE DID AND WAS, her reaction is…:

Fascinating, am I right? :’D She’s nice, sweet, shy and as good as brain-dead. And as she’s so sweet and cute now, somehow that becomes absolutely appealing for Sokka. And he falls for her, she falls for him, they bang dramatically, and so on and so forth…

Eventually Azula sacrifices herself in the final battle when Mai and her brother try to kill everyone and oh no! Sokka’s love interest dies again! Such a shocker, however, that Sokka goes to the Spirit World to save her, and unlike Iroh he succeeds… but what does Azula look like post-Spirit World shenanigans?

… Yeah, okay, fake!Azula calling anyone her “little angels” is just proof of how IC she is, if you had any doubts still.

But isn’t it FUNNY. Isn’t it HILARIOUS. That Azula not only undergoes an atom-deep brainwipe that turns her into a flat non-character, but that after dying she’s revived with WHITE HAIR, dressed in blue clothes and whatnot…?

My interpretation, and honestly, I don’t know if there’s any other possible interpretation… Jackie Diaz wanted Sokka to be with Yue :’) She fucking wrecked Azula’s character to turn her into a fake!Azula, who would eventually turn into fake!Yue after being resurrected because oh that’s just perfect to close off Sokka’s storyline, isn’t it? Only, he’s not with Yue nor with Azula because it’s neither of them. Just as it isn’t really Sokka either, or Katara, or Zuko or Aang or Toph.

Now, revisiting this trainwreck, there is a throwaway line where Ty Lee, in her (I think) only appearance in the story tells Katara that Suki and Sokka broke up. So um, Suki does exist, officially, in this comic, and she did date Sokka but it ended, and she’s back in Kyoshi Island with her team. 

Which elicits the question… why the fuck is she Mai’s maid?

I assure you, if you decide to delve deeper into this mess, you’ll absolutely find a lot more things to laugh about, to be outraged about, and to facepalm about while you wonder how on earth would someone, ANYONE, create something like this and not die of cringe looking at the finished product. It’s baffling to me.

At any rate, if you’d like to torture your own eyeballs reading this comic for yourself, there’s a Tumblr blog that gathered HIBY perfectly neatly for all curious eyes eager to torture themselves with this OOC fest. If you want more details than I care to remember about this catastrophic mess of a story, there’s always the TV Tropes page, which I think illustrates everything rather well. 

So… that’s HIBY. While I don’t think it should be sentenced to oblivion (we had best never forget the lowest lows the fandom has reached, else someone might be tempted to outdo them), this particular fanwork is quite the trainwreck in just about every regard. I really don’t think there’s anything worth salvaging in it. So, if you wanna read the whole thing (I’d be surprised if you would xD), knock yourself out in the blog link I posted up there. Otherwise, have a nice day if you still can after reading my answer to your ask :’D

[veryveryverytemporarily]

Perfect

Sort of a match for robron week 2020 day 1.  And chapter 1 of 2 chapters.

Ao3 link here.

There must have been a reason why Robert arrived at the age of twenty-one still a virgin; some half-formed idea that your first time was meant to mean something and then it had gone on longer than he ever intended.

Of course, the press had loved it; hanging onto the railings outside the TV set where the teen drama that made him famous was filmed. Cameras flashing with one single purpose; to catch a shot of the purity ring that he wore on the fourth finger of his left hand.

He slowed from a run to a walk and reached for the ring where it still hung on a chain around his neck, leaned against the sea wall that looked out over the bay.

There were seagulls. He watched them soar over waves whipped up by the east coast winds. They looked happy enough – happy and carefree.

There was a frantic whispering behind him. Automatically he pulled his hood up and hunched his shoulders, waiting until the sound of footsteps receded. A glimpse of ankle socks and black school shoes on the newly tarmacked promenade, followed by a shrill voice screaming, ‘It is him; I told you!’

Alone again he clasped his hands together. His palms were sweaty, and not from the run; it was a big day ahead.

‘It’s too much pressure. If anything, it encourages more focus on the physical side of things; not less,’ his mum, Sarah, had said once upon a time. She hadn’t known he was listening outside the door. She’d held up a tabloid which had his picture on the corner of the front page, caught in the garden messing about with a hose pipe, the water gushing over him. He could see the headline still: How long can teen heart-thRob keep himself cool as temperatures rise around him?

He was fifteen at the time.

‘He should be able to live like a normal kid!’

But what was normal? How was he supposed to know even?

His dad thought the ring protected him. And his agent had loved it, pointing out the positives of a wholesome public image.

And then anyway everything had changed. His Mum had died. He’d painted on a smile for the cameras while the blackest times played out behind the scenes. Then there were the fights, and well, he’d been suspended from the show age seventeen, and he’d never gone back.

For a while there’d been Katie, and even though he wasn’t sure why anymore, they’d both agreed to wait until the wedding, and he’d thought he’d been redeemed. Even got a role with the Shakespeare Youth Company, a chance to relaunch his career.

But the paparazzi had got a picture of him leaving a hotel with the older woman in the fur coat, and she’d lied, and said they’d gone the whole way. Andy was waiting to take Katie away, the distance with his Dad became a chasm. He stopped showing up for rehearsals.

And now, a couple of years on, here he was.

He followed the smooth inner circle of the ring with his finger tip, elbows still resting on the wall. The tide was in. Maybe today was the day, he thought: How easy it would be to just unfasten the chain and let it fall into the cold grey waves, and after, to just turn around and walk away.

 ***

 ‘Where did you say you were staying?’

‘Filey.’

’At this time of year? And you’re staying in a youth hostel, did you say? Is there even one in Filey?’

‘A hotel.’

‘Well, who’s paying for that, love?’

‘It’s a job, like you’ve been banging on about? A photoshoot; all expenses paid.’

‘I don’t know. Maybe Paddy should join you.’

‘Mum, I’m seventeen, not seven. I’m fine. A couple of days and I’ll be back.’

Ever since she’d seen the dating App on his phone, she’d been on his case, doing his head in. So, what if he wasn’t old enough; he’d downloaded it more out of curiosity than anything. And anyway, he’d only used it once or twice and then deactivated, not because she was right, but because he’d got tired of turning down weirdos and pervy older blokes.

He walked into the dining-room, cutlery and linen laid out for breakfast service, sat down at an empty table. He flinched at the rare sighting of morning sunshine streaming in through the windows from outside, where seagulls divebombed hapless walkers hoping for scraps.

‘…a flawless family hotel with a reputation for fine cuisine…’ Adam had read out loud on his phone as they waited to say goodbye at the coach station the afternoon before. He’d sucked his teeth. ‘Does that mean they have like really small portions?’

Aaron frowned over the breakfast menu, then asked for toast.

 The photographer, Marc, had already sent scouts over a week before on a location search; the remote outdoors he wanted, sand dunes and haram grass, most of all privacy. And yes, he did know this was Costa del Yorkshire, but the natural light and the ambience were perfect for what he had in mind.

Aaron had caught up with him yesterday when he arrived, but he hadn’t met the model yet.

He was examining his plate with something approaching alarm, when the blond came in through the garden door; freckles, long hair, long limbs in a blue tracksuit.

He turned back to his breakfast, prodded cautiously with his fork at something on his plate that looked suspiciously like black pudding.

‘Need to put a name to perfection? Allow me to introduce myself.’

His eyebrows shot up; the blond was attempting to chat up the waitress.

He turned his chin discreetly so he could listen in.

From the corner of his eyes he could see that he’d raised both arms, curling his wrists to show off his biceps which as far as Aaron could tell were nonexistent.

‘See those guns? Those are for the ladies,’ the blond said, leaning way back in his chair. And then he puckered his lips and planted a kiss on his sleeve. ‘So, if you’re a lady, you could be in luck.’

Aaron either coughed or choked.

When the blond looked round, he banged a fist against his chest, indicating his plate.

Good for the waitress that she seemed quite savvy. She spoke with an Eastern European accent, gesturing with her pen.

‘So, what’s under the table, then?’

‘Oh, that’s for a special occasion. But play your cards right, and your name might just get added to the guest list.’

‘Let me know the date of the occasion, and I’ll pack my magnifying glass,’ she answered.

Aaron snorted again, this time he didn’t try to disguise it.

Their eyes locked, the blond with steely accusation as Aaron turned down the corners of his mouth.

What a dick!

Arrogant - but not just that, the whole conversation had been a complete car crash.

But it was none of his business, he had more important things to think about. He inhaled a mouthful of tea, decided on one more piece of toast, and then checked his phone to see if Marc had sent a message about when they were due to start.

 ***

Back in his room, Aaron put on some black eye liner, picked up his key card and put it in his pocket, then pulled up the handle on his makeup case and wheeled it into the hall.

What he really wanted to do was work in the film industry; a chance to use his skills in silicone prosthetics.  

‘First, I’ll take a cast, and then make a replica, and then paint it,’ he’d explained to Adam that time he’d asked him to be a guinea pig.

‘A cast of what?’ Adam had asked nervously.

‘Well not that, obviously! Your arm will do, you numpty! It’s a project, right, for my portfolio? And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t….’

He’d kind of blushed. It was a long couple of years ago now since there’d been that confusing time which had eventually led to him coming out. The time he’d tried to kiss Adam, which still made him cringe inside when he thought about it.

‘It’s alright, you idiot. I still love you, okay,’ Adam had said. ‘I think deep down I always knew even if you were in denial about it. And now you’ll be able to find a nice bloke, yeah?’

Which was easy enough to say; he’d waited while all the kids at school moved on from one crush to the next, and then started to date. Until he felt like he was the only one still wondering what it was all about.

Then when he’d started college, all at once a load of blokes started to hit on him, and he’d agreed to see the ones he liked, and started exploring and enjoying the physical side of things.

But he still hadn’t had an actual relationship.

‘Honestly bro! You’re so picky! No one’s perfect, you just need to give someone a chance, yeah?’ Adam had said.

But what if there was someone perfect? It was just a feeling; but what if somewhere there was someone meant just for him? Wasn’t that worth holding out for?

 He took the elevator up a couple of floors.

It had been his tutor’s gig, but then he’d got ill at the last minute and asked Aaron to go in his place. Male model, glamour, he’d said, then added hastily, not boudoir or anything like that, while Aaron felt his throat flush threatening to spread up to his face. ‘And it’ll be good to have something else to put in your portfolio with that…’ he’d hesitated as if he was searching for the right word; ‘…prosthetic. So, make the most of it.’

‘Bro! Is he gonna be ripped?’ Inevitably Adam had teased him about it. ‘What if it’s love at first sight?’

He’d ignored him, of course, but he couldn’t deny the slight fluttering in his stomach right now. He knocked on Marc’s door, waited until it was opened, then stepped inside.

A big double bed dominated the small room. There were prints scattered over it of local bays and coastal paths supplied by the scouts, and Marc’s laptop open with the fan blowing hard. Above the headboard there was a glowering seascape of a fishing boat in trouble over turbulent waters.  

There was an old-fashioned dressing table with a folding mirror opposite the bed, and on the upholstered stool in front of it, sitting the wrong way round with his elbows balanced behind him, was the blond from breakfast.

Aaron turned back to Marc.

Even before he’d got the question out, he knew the answer; but it was too late, and anyway, by then he’d decided to enjoy it.

‘Where’s your model, then?’ he asked, looking searchingly about the room.

He saw the blond half close his eyes.

  ***

‘You know that meme…the one that goes …oh hello it’s you… it’s going to be you…’ he said later, on the phone to Adam.

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, basically, it was that... only this was…goodbye, it’s not you…it’s not going to be you…’

‘Oh man! I suppose you could just come back.’

‘Nah, I’d better see it through.’

The thing was there was something he hadn’t told Adam, something he felt he shouldn’t tell because it wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t really his place. And a model and a makeup artist, well, before anything else there had to be trust.

  ***

Trust? – His very first job and he’d blown it.

Of course, Marc had introduced them and Aaron found out who the blond was; Robert Sugden - he remembered something about a teen on a daytime TV show when he was in primary school.

‘Are you sure he’s qualified? How old is he? Looks like a twelve-year old.’ Robert asked.

‘Basically, your fan base, then.’

‘Why, are you planning on joining? Succumb to the inevitable?’

Their eyes locked again, just like at breakfast, until Robert looked down at Aaron’s makeup case.

‘What products are you using? Dior? Guerlain? M.A.C?’

‘Erm, Wet n Wild, and just Boots own brand, really. It’s alright.’

He thought back to the weekend, trying to slip disposable lip wands in his pocket while Adam turned on the charm with the girl at the chemists.

It was Marc who broke the impasse.

‘We’ve got an hour until the transports here. Just get it done. And remember Aaron, raw and natural, alright?’

And then he’d gone, leaving them to it.

  Aaron sighed.

So the model wasn’t what he’d hoped for. The best most generous description he could come up with for this one was your boy next door type - and he wasn’t feeling particularly generous.

But he needed to put that behind him now. He needed to stop thinking of Robert as a person, and focus on him as an art project; nothing more, just something to put in his portfolio.

He checked the lighting around the mirror and unzipped the makeup case. Robert sat forward, eyeing his reflection, a finger smoothing down an eyebrow.

He chose a nude primer for the blond’s eyes to start with.

‘Swivel.’

‘You what?’

‘Just move round to face me,’ he snapped.

He squeezed out some of the primer onto his finger tip, took a breath and started at last, dabbing the make up on under his eye.

Finally, they were both quiet.

He gently worked the primer into the corner of his eye, then blended down just onto the cheek bone, while the blonde looked up at the ceiling with green eyes that changed every so often like turns of a kaleidoscope.

Now he was actually this close, the thing that struck him was how good he smelt. He must have showered, sat there now in faded jeans and a grey T-shirt, smelling like a field of flowers, or  like strawberries and melon, like those cups of chopped fresh fruit that you got with a plastic spoon from the chiller in the coffee shop at college, when you had a hangover.

‘Close your eyes a mo...’

He put some primer on his eyelids, picked up a brush and started to work it softly into his deep sockets.

The other thing was his skin. However reluctant he was to admit it, it was impressive. Fine, and poreless, just few hormone pimples on the T-line, he guessed his age around twenty. And then the glorious 3D effect that only freckles can bring, so you feel you’re looking into a sea of gold.

He sat back. He wouldn’t use primer on that, just some sheer foundation with uv protection and bronzer. Nude lips, he swallowed, shimmer on his eyes and eyeliner gel. Looked back at his jawline again.

He would need to blend down his throat.

He grimaced, he should have already thought of this. Rookie error.

‘Can you take your T-shirt off?’

‘And careful!’ he warned as the blond reached back pulling it up over his shoulder and off over his head.

It wasn’t a hot day, maybe it was where they were sitting with the sun coming in through the window pane, but the temperature in the room seemed to suddenly soar. And that fruit cup smell, now there was something sharp and tangy about it, making his mouth water when it was still hours to lunch.

He noticed he was wearing a chain, it seemed the safest thing to look at. There was a ring on it; and then he saw the writing. ‘True Love Waits.’

He blinked. He’d never seen one before, but he knew what it was instantly.

It was so unexpected.

And then the things about Robert that had jarred all at once seemed to make more sense; the awkward chat up lines.

His mind flashed back to breakfast; so when the blond had said, ‘That’s for a special occasion,’ he wasn’t joking; he’d actually meant it!

Robert had raised his hand around the ring,  his eyes watching Aaron’s face.

He thought about saying something -  something along the lines of... Look, I don’t judge, alright? Whatever people choose to do, or not to do, as long as it feels right for you and doesn’t hurt anyone else. But somehow he couldn’t quite say them aloud.

‘You’ll need to take it off.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the chain. ‘Maybe keep it in your pocket?’ he added gently.

He watched his long fingers move to the catch of the chain, then open it.

Of course he was still a dick. It wasn’t as if the ring made him a better person, or a worse person.

But it did make him a more complicated person.

And then Robert had turned again towards him, holding the ring out.

‘Will you take it for me? I won’t be able to wear it on the shoot, and I need someone to trust with it,’ he said. ‘Can I trust you with it?’

Aaron swallowed.

‘Course you can, course!’

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Hiya! Big Thx for answering to my last request. I was really curious what would be Starish and QN's reaction if their s/o was an artist and asked to paint them naked and the reaction after they see the painting. Thank you a lot. (btw, im sorry u got sunburned, hope u r better :)) )

Its people like you that keep me going by being nice 😭 so thanks BB I'm fine. It hurt the first couple days but my skin's calming down a lot. And I'm always happy to answer :3 hope this is okay!

Warning: slight NSFW. Nothing graphic but if you're sensitive to that, don't read. 

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT reacting to being painted naked by their s/o 

Natsuki: 

When you first brought it up, he honestly felt kind of self conscious? He's a big guy so the painting would take a while and it made him blush to think about being naked in front of you for that long, even if you've seen him naked before. However, halfway through the session he calms down and starts to relax, joking, and even commenting on how you should paint both of you together sometime, which will just get him scolded because he's supposed to be still! Once the painting is finished and he sees it, all he can do was stare in awe. You captured everything so perfectly!!! Honestly just amazed at how you can get the painting to look so real and won't stop complimenting for days. 

Tokiya: 

Not shy per se, but uncomfortable at first. Sure you guys have seen each other naked, plenty of times! But this is like… you staring at him for hours on end and he can't even (make a) move. If you pester him enough though, he'll agree with a sigh and oblige. Don't ask him to smile though because his face doesn't work like that. But that's okay ??? Because the serious look he has on in the painting, with his hand just barely hovering over his package has him staring at himself for hours after the painting is done. Honestly finds himself so hot in the painting and might ask you to make another one. 

Cecil: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #1. Agrees immediately. Anything for his princess! Strips in such a way that you almost don't want to just paint him anymore. The whole process takes an entire day though because he just. Wont. Shut. Up. You have to remind him that paintings are quiet and dont speak, but that doesnt stop him. Reminds you that he's very tan and the tattoo on his chest has to be just right since its a special symbol from his country. Honestly annoys you half the time, but the painting turns out so good. You even put some fruit and velvet accessories around him to try and emphasize on him and his heritage and God those grapes barely covering his cock really bring it out… 10/10 approves. 

Ren: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #2. Already stripping before you finish your sentence, but also orders you to strip and paint naked because "I can't be the only one being stared at when i have such a goddess in front of me." You reluctantly agree, though his stare makes you almost mess up a couple times and oh my god the comments he dashes out and the things he says he will do to you after ward have you squirming in place. Ren might be a model with the body of a God but he's playing dirty. But the finished painting? Beautiful. And he says that too. Also says that now whenever he's gone, you'll have something to pleasure yourself to ;) 

Otoya: 

Blushes and almost passes out. Studders out an answer about how embarrassing that is and why would you want that and omg he's hyperventilating. You have to calmly reassure him that it's just a painting and it won't hurt him. No one else will see it because it will be in you guys' bedroom, or bathroom if he finds that safer. Gives in at some point because he doesn't want to disappoint you and lays down on the couch, completely red. You almost couldnt differentiate between his face and his hair and at some point his thoughts began to wander and uh oh now he's hard. But that's okay because it makes for that much more of a good painting. When he sees it, he's still embarrassed but also amazed by your artistic ability. Still makes you promise that it will go somewhere where no one sees it. 

Syo: 

Literally shrieks when you bring it up to him. You want what? Why? How? Are you gonna sell it? Has so many questions. You have to reassure him, much like Otoya, that no one else sees it and he'll agree to it. Is also blushing during the session but his is more like a soft pink hue and he tries so hard to keep his thoughts under control. Asks for at least some props to take some of the attention away from him and so you tell him to take out his violin. Have you ever seen a naked man with his violin? No? Have you ever seen a wet artist? Now you have. Both of you were so amazed with the outcome that it was almost cringe. Asks to have it in the bedroom so he can admire himself and also your skills. 

Masato: 

LMAO have fun convincing him. Least likely of all to be comfortable with this and it will take forever for him to get there. However, if you tell him he can wear his Yukata to cover up some of his skin, like it being draped around his shoulders or hanging over one of his legs, he might be more willing. He just doesnt like to see all of himself naked so at least respect that aspect. Also demands you make him melon bread after this. Is also a blushing mess during the session, worse than otoya even and you have to remind him to breathe every once in a while because youre genuinely scared he might pass out. Once the painting is done, though, he will actually be shook. He looks so good? And might he even say, sexy? Is this really him? Plz give this boy some love ;-; 

Reiji: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #3. Much like Ren, he's also stripping and trying out different poses. Want his butt in the air? His dick hard and erect? A hand sliding down his happy trail? Honestly tries to make this more of a porno than it has to be. Also demands some sexy time for his "hard work of sitting there doing nothing when you can stare at his naked glory for as long as you want" poor Reiji pulls the pouty lip and all and its honestly cute so you agree. You have him lay on the couch, hands crossed behind his head and his legs spread open, one popped up on the couch and the other steady on the floor. The finished result? Puts Michaelangelo to shame. At least according to reiji. Kisses your neck as he admires your art and kindly reminds you that even though he's the painting, you still have to pay your debt. 

Ranmaru: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #4. Honestly so not opposed to the idea at all. Has so much confidence going into this and is hella smug about it. However, once he actually has been against the red velvet pillows with a leather gloved finger between his teeth for twenty minutes or so, he starts to blush. Didnt realize you had to stare at him for this long and though he's comfortable being naked in front of you, he still feels a little too watched under your gaze. On the other hand, you were patting your own shoulder because oh my lord your man is hot. Leather is his thing. You can feel yourself being turned on by your own idea and when you see your finished painting you stare at it in awe for so long that Ranmaru becomes worried. Asks if its wrong, if it was the wrong angle, etc… but when he sees it for himself, he gets that smug grin back on his face. "Damn babe. I look hot." 

Camus: 

Knows you can paint well. Has all the confidence in the world. Totally down to do this. But "Don't waste his time" and "I'm expecting you to capture all of me in all my glory" has you kind of scared to mess up. Camus is beautiful and he knows it. Wont settle for less. You have him sprawled out on his silk bed, a hand resting against the side of his head and a book as a prop, gently laid against the upper side of his chest. You call it "sophisticated grace". But oh dear Camus knows exactly what he's doing and he's purposefully giving you the bedroom eyes during the whole session, his crystal blues covered by a dark lust. You take in a deep breath a couple of times and wonder if you can actually last through this without jumping on him, but you do and once you're done, Camus comes up behind you and analyzes the painting like it's the most important thing on this planet. He doesn't say anything though and it has you worried that he doesnt like it and saw too many flaws but the next thing you feel is his hot breath against your neck and his low voice whispering in your ear, "I believe you deserve payment for this." 

Ai: 

Confused? Why would you want to paint him? Humans are weird. He's so cute and innocent and it almost makes you giggle. He agrees to it though because he's interested in how you'd capture him and so he poses for you in one of the white, deep seated chairs that's in the corner of your living room. His skin is flawless and the early morning sun is at just the right angle, coming through the window that it makes his whole being glow up golden. It's better than the sistine Chapel. It's divine and you blush at the thought of this being your man. So catches that of course, and smiles to himself. He feels a sense of pride that you chose him for such an...intimate painting and he's sure to properly thank you later. The finished product has him in awe. He looks so good? Like an angel. And he thanks you with a deep kiss for making him look like that.

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Soul of a Warrior. Chapter 16: Calm Before The Storm

Fandom: The Witcher

Ship: Jaskier x Nissa (OC)

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Our relationship doesn’t change much, and at the same time, it changes drastically. We still flirt, we still joke and we are still extremely close and touchy. The only true difference is that we now openly kiss. Then how is it that our entire dynamic feels different? Is it because of the simple knowledge that the intense burning feelings are reciprocated? Is that why I can’t get enough of Jaskier? I feel closer to him than I have ever felt with anyone, and his mere presence makes me happier than I ever thought I could be. His touch alone heals the past wounds with the graze of his fingers. It makes me smile as he suddenly pulls me in closer and traps me in an embrace that I have no intention in escaping.

“Come here, angel” He says as he repeatedly kisses my face all over. My cheek, my temple, my jaw, my eyelids, the corner of my lips, just anywhere he can reach. It seems as though he can’t get enough of me either. I giggle at his endless and tireless adoring touches.

Geralt, ahead of us, loudly grunts in a clear complaint to our blatant displays of affection.

“Do that again” I tell Jaskier, and he loses no time in returning to his amorous ministrations.

“You love it, don’t you?” He smirks against my cheek, but I squeeze his hands on my stomach to claim his attention.

“I do, and by all means don’t stop” I tease him, earning a confused look from him. “But I was referring to the other thing”

“Oh” Jaskier bashfully laughs, begrudgingly quitting his kisses even if his arms linger.

There are many things I know about Jaskier. That dusk is his favorite time of the day. That he fidgets his fingers when he is nervous. That he often talks in his sleep. That he wrote his first song when he was eighteen. As it turns out, however, I have so much more to learn about him. For example, that his real name is Julian Alfred Pankratz, even if I will still always call him Jaskier, or otherwise, stupid bard. Another of the incredible facts I have learned about him is that he does a flawless Geralt of Rivia impression. I try not to gather the witcher’s attention as I muffle my laughter at Jaskier’s growling voice. He sounds exactly like Geralt.

“Fuck…” Jaskier says now, emulating the witcher’s deadpan voice to perfection.

I have to cover my mouth with my hand not to laugh out loud. Even so, I hide my face on his shoulder to suffocate the badly contained giggling. If Geralt discovers us, it will unleash his anger. Knowing this, Jaskier is having lots of fun making me laugh and putting me in his radar.

“What are you laughing at?” Geralt doesn’t bother to stop walking or even glance at us.

Jaskier takes a breath, prepared to reply, and so I quickly cover his mouth with my hand. Whatever he was about to say, I know him well enough to realize it is better if it doesn’t reach Geralt’s ears.

“Nothing” I innocently say, and the witcher only grunts in annoyance.

These few days, and much to Geralt’s vexation, Jaskier and I have been inseparable, quite literally so, as our hands seem to permanently be fused together. Our fingers always find each other to easily press our palms together, just like they do right now. Jaskier and I exchange a look and lowly giggle together. This childish energy continues on as we murmur and follow after Geralt.

After several more days of travel, we have finally reached Cintra. Everything has regained a feeling of normalcy after we visited Mousesack, Geralt’s druid friend, and he helped us recover our horses as well as our belongings left behind. After that, Geralt accepted a witcher job that we decided to join him in. I still can’t believe we have convinced Jaskier to accompany us, or rather, I have. Kader’s spirit seems to have taken over me as I find myself understanding his yearning for adventure more and more, as well as his fascination for the witcher’s job after all that we have experienced together.

A subtle shift in the ambience warns me that we are getting close. It feels eerie and heavy. Jaskier seems to feel it too, because his feet halt and his hand squeezes mine. Watching the witcher, I think of the quickest most absurd way to distract my preoccupied lover.

“Don’t you ever get the urge to braid Geralt’s hair?” I whisper to him, to which he chuckles. Jaskier has no problem in following along with my silliness as he stares at Geralt as well.

“I wish I knew how to braid”

“I could teach you”

“Really, you would do that for me? You’re so kind”

“It’s not every day I get to teach the great Jaskier something”

“Are you flirting with me, Nissa?”

“I am, thanks for noticing”

The witcher doesn’t stop walking, but he interrupts us again when we start giggling.

“What are you two muttering?” He turns to us, and I cringe a bit at the sight.

“Shit, I forgot about his eyes” I avert my gaze, finding the change jarring.

“Oh, gosh!” Jaskier exclaims himself at the sight of Geralt’s frightening black eyes. “I will never get used to that”

Surely, Geralt took the elixir knowing how dark it would be inside the crypt. Nonetheless, a part of me believes the witcher was having a bit of fun by taking the potion beforehand, precisely for Jaskier’s amusing reaction.

“We’re here” Indeed, I catch a glimpse of a smirk on Geralt’s lips. “Are you coming in?”

Now that we have arrived, I hesitate. Even from the outside, I can tell it is pitch black inside, and I can’t imagine myself navigating the dark crypt. Strange sounds reach my ears even from afar. Geralt won’t be facing only ghouls, as I believed. Imagining myself in there, I already feel the chills creeping up my neck. That place will be swarming with spiders, which would be the least of my concerns. I can picture the dread and paranoia as I blindly advance the claustrophobic rooms. For a change, I have no need to subject myself to that.

“Uh, no” Jaskier mutters for me. “No, we will wait for you here, thank you very much”

He firmly grasps my hand as he vehemently shakes his head. Perhaps he is worried that I might still run after Geralt. I no longer have any intention to do so.

“Good” Geralt absently rests his hand against the medallion hanging from his neck and then unsheathes his sword. “Stay here”

“Geralt?” My eyes quickly fall upon the pitch darkness inside the crypt before settling over his burly figure once more. “Be careful”

Geralt nods his head and faces his back to us. Before he enters, however, a growl echoes from the depths of the crypt. His shoulders grow tense and he pauses for a moment.

“Fuck” I mouth, just as Geralt speaks the word. Jaskier laughs and kisses me in the cheek.

As the witcher immerses himself into the crypt, I turn to my beloved. His bright grin awaits me as it rests against my jaw now. The butterflies return in anticipation, and although I truly enjoy his lips traveling down my neck, I take a deep breath to focus and quiet down my racing heart. We are both eager to make up for lost time, but not yet. Not now. We must take this opportunity to train again. We have been during every break in order to teach Jaskier some self-defense techniques. Or rather, I have while Geralt watches him fumble with the dagger in amusement.

“Jaskier…” I pipe up, mustering all my willpower to ask him to move away.

“If you tell me you don’t like it, I will stop” He replies against my neck, with a cocky hint to his voice.

“Oi” I push him away from me, although reluctantly. “I have something else in mind”

“Do you now?” He smirks, especially so when my hand sneaks past his doublet. “Oh, yes, show me then”

I then pull the dagger that he clings to his waistband. It is a relief to see he still carries it with him. As the realization hits, Jaskier groans in exasperation and hides his face in my neck. His warmth is enveloping and comfortable, but I must resist him.

“Ugh… please, no…” He miserably covers his face with his hands. “Not again, Nissa…”

I watch him without batting an eye. After a bit, he shows his face again. To further entice me, he shows me those trained puppy eyes and pouts his bottom lip. When I calmly shake my head at him, he runs a hand through his thick brown hair and huffs in resignation.

“Honestly, Nissa” He takes my hand as a last resort. “It’s so tedious and dull, I much rather be doing something else with you”

“You need to know how to defend yourself” I offer him the dagger, and although he eyes it, he refuses to take it. “I don’t want you getting hurt again, Jas”

Jaskier sighs, rolling his eyes with such fervor that I fear they might get stuck on his skull. Then, however, he sighs and his vexed exasperation turns to fond admiration as he watches me.

“I won’t” His arms fall around me, yet in a different manner they usually do. He is now using a lock I have taught him, securing the grip by holding his own wrist. It keeps me pinned against him. “So what happens if I refuse?”

“That’s daring” I push a hand against his chest, though he does not budge and instead tightens his hold on me. Now I have no space to move as our fronts are pressed together. “Especially given that I am armed and you are not”

“You can never hurt me” He is cocky enough to not only whisper those words, but to also lean his mouth dangerously close to mine as he does.

“Do you have a death wish, stupid bard?” I lean the tip of the dagger below his chin.

Jaskier cocks an eyebrow, and although he doesn’t move, the smugness lingers on his lips. There we stand, not moving an inch. His mouth is still dangerously close to mine. It would be terribly easy to kiss him, and the offer is far too tempting. He knows this and smirks.

Of course I would never hurt him. I just hoped he had the decency of pretending this was a real fight. It is completely useless given that he is determined not to train now. As well as the fact that I cannot resist him no matter how hard I try. I glare at him, though he holds my gaze as I lower the weapon. He nods his head, satisfied, and drops his arms. His bright smile returns with ease as he stares at me. When I shake my head at him, he plops down in a big boulder and pouts at me from below.

“Why don’t you just sit here instead?” He suggestively pats his lap. “Rest for a bit, darling”

“I mean it, Jaskier” I roll my eyes at him despite the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. A similar gesture plays on his even as he pushes my hand away, and with it the dagger. “You need to keep learning and-“

“Then why don’t you have Geralt teach me, hm?”

“Because I need an excuse to be this close to you”

“You don’t need any excuses”

I yelp as he unexpectedly takes ahold of my hips and pulls me down into his lap. He lovingly squeezes me against him and nuzzles my neck. I have found my sides aren’t the only tickling spot, as the back of my shoulders grows tingly with his touch.

“Don’t…” I try to convince myself that training is more important than this, although less pleasurable. “Jas…”

“Don’t?” He laughs as he moves to delicately kiss the bit of skin exposed in my shoulder. “Don’t what?”

“You know what, Jaskier…” My arms find their way around his neck as I give in and pull him closer against me. I clench my jaw when he smugly smirks against me.

“Just relax, Nis” With his words, I heave a deep breath and lay my head on his shoulder.

I have been a bit tense ever since he got hurt. Honestly, it terrifies me that I may not be able to heal him again if he were to be injured once more. All this stress melts away, however, when his nimble fingers sink into my hair. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of his loving caresses.

“Aren’t you tired?” His tender voice nearly lulls me to sleep, as I am indeed fatigued. “You’ve got many visits lately”

“People need healers, just like they need witchers”

“And bards, as well”

“Do they now? What do you do, dear bard?”

“I, my lovely Nissa” He pauses dramatically. “Bring joy and cheer to the hearts of people by means of song”

“Do you?” Our gazes meet, and when they do, I cock an eyebrow at him.

“Why, of course!” Jaskier frowns in response. I can only laugh as I tease him more.

“Do you really think of your music so highly?” I hold on to his nape as I move my mouth dangerously close to his. He takes a deep breath, though he gulps as he glances down to my lips. I smirk, but don’t move.

“Don’t you start it too” Now he is the one trying to distance himself from me, holding a finger up. “Geralt complains about my songs, like he doesn’t enjoy them. You both love them, don't you dare deny it”

“We don’t” A laugh escapes me when he gasps and gawks at me.

“Nis-“ Before he can complain, I silence him with a kiss. My hand cups his cheek, and my thumb caresses him to confirm that I wasn’t serious in my taunting, even if he already knows.

Our lips move in sync, hungry for each other’s taste, as we cling on to the other’s body. The sound of our love, translated into kisses, fills the silent environment. My lungs start burning and begging for oxygen, and only then do I break away from him. Our eyes meet and we smile. We laugh together. I have been missing these brief intimate moments. We stop to rest too sparingly, and even when we do Geralt is not too keen on putting up with our affection.

I accommodate myself against his lap, overcome with that feeling of happiness once more. If we hadn’t been a pair of idiots, we could have had this sooner, though perhaps destiny meant it to happen this way... to ensure it was the right moment, that we were properly prepared to reach this part in our relationship. Perhaps we needed to be separated for a bit in order to get here.

As he repeatedly pecks my jaw, I giggle and lock my arms around his neck. Jaskier’s lips suddenly latch to my neck once more, more passionately than before. Heat arrives to my cheek and spreads down my body, filling me within and leaving me breathless.

“Jaskier!” I call him in outrage between ragged breaths.

“Hm?” He only asks, not stopping his ministrations.

“Geralt will return any moment” I remind him when his mouth and hands start growing hungry. The downside of our wait is the fact that our passion now overflows as we had been repressing it for so long.

Jaskier complies and only nuzzles my neck instead. I sigh in relief, instructing my accelerated heart to quiet down. The torture of being with him without being with him had been unbearable for me too. The more I think about it, the more I wonder how I had enough restraint not to throw myself at him. Perhaps the fear of rejection was too great. I smile in content and forget about all that. We are here now, together.

Returning to our previous position, his hand is in my hair once more. I shove my face in the crook of his neck as he caresses me and lowly starts singing an improvised tune.

“You’re going to put me to sleep…” He has definitely done a good job in soothing my anguish. I feel completely relaxed, nearly lulled to slumber with the marvelous sound of his beautiful voice. Jaskier laughs.

The short pause that follows foretells mischief. I never find out why. Something heavily suddenly drops next to us. I jump in alarm, and Jaskier yelps as well. Confused, the both of us look to see a ghoul head on the ground. Geralt walks to reunite with us, saving his sword.

“Bloody hell…” Jaskier’s hand moves to rest against his chest.

“You have a twisted sense of humor, witcher” I tell him, averting my eyes from the sight.

“Don’t do that!” Jaskier absently ushers me off his lap to stand up and scold him. “You scared me out of my wits, Geralt!”

The witcher smirks a bit, staring at me. Although he startled me too, I must admit it was quite funny. Jaskier, however, is going on about how rude it was and how Geralt is a brute.

“Good to know you have my back, Jaskier” He teases him in a deadpan voice. The bard follows after him when Geralt heads back towards the horses.

“I mean it, Geralt!” Jaskier continues speaking nonsense. “How would you-?”

Calm throughout his melodrama, I take him by the shirt and pull him against me. When my lips smash against his, he breathes out and it doesn’t take long for him to melt into the kiss. I smile, and he puts a hand on my side to squeeze it. Giggling to his retaliation, I pull away and grin at him.

“How did you do that?” Geralt quickly turns to us.

“Do what?” I separate myself from Jaskier, even if my hand lingers over his shirt and plays with his chest hair.

“Shut him up” The witcher watches us intently, and I have to purse my lips in amusement.

“I kissed him” I don’t say that I did so just to, in fact, shut him up. It’s clear for our friend.

“Hm” Geralt turns back around and continues walking. “Maybe it’s not so bad after all…”

“Unbelievable!” Jaskier takes my hand off him and scowls at me. “By all means, speak your mind about how insufferable you think I am, Nissa, you-“

I kiss him again, smirking against his lips. Jaskier melts into the exchange once more. Both his hands fly to my waist in an automatic gesture. I show him an angelical smile as we pull away and he grins like a fool.

“Heh...” Jaskier cutely wrinkles his nose at me. “Had I known I was so irresistible, I…”

“Yes?” I encourage him when he stops himself.

“Wait, did you just do it again?” When I push my face against his shoulder to suffocate my laughter, he insistently pats the small of my back. “Oi, answer me, Nissa!”

I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. I know it will only earn me his never ending outrage. It becomes a hard task when Geralt grins at the bard’s outraged ramblings.

_

Another city, another inn. After so long, they all start blurring together. The only real proof of the passing of time is the situation we are in. The first inn welcomed us as nearly strangers. Then we were companions and almost friends. Now… well, now things are very different. As well as a strengthening of our bonds, there is another change. Precariousness hangs in the air. We have been evading the subject, yet that won’t make the problem disappear. We must face it and do something about it.

Geralt nods his head, hidden under his hood, and quietly occupies a table in the corner of the tavern. Jaskier and I make our way towards the reception, knowing what we are to do. My stomach churns in anticipation as we reach the weary innkeeper.

“Hello, good sir” Jaskier starts, making use of his particular charm. “We are looking for someone, can you help us?”

“Who?” The man replies, glancing from one to the other.

I approach the counter to address him. I have to make a conscious effort not to look at Geralt waiting at the table. Even if he is wearing the hooded cape, I worry for him.

“A group of treasure hunters” I continue, which Jaskier allows me. “Most of them have brown hair. One of them has a big scar on his jaw, here”

As soon as I point a finger to my own face, the barkeeper squints and nods. By the disgust in his eyes, I can tell he has definitely encountered them.

“A bunch of scoundrels” Indeed, he nods his head. “As far as I know, they headed for the outskirts”

Jaskier and I share a look of understanding. A sinking feeling reaches my stomach.

“Will there be anything else?” The man asks us, and Jaskier is quick to answer.

“Three tankards of your best ale, please” Expertly hiding his restlessness, he leans on the counter.

We take the mugs, thanking the innkeeper, and return with Geralt. My head boils with thoughts. They are still here. Perhaps we can anticipate their next assault by attacking first. The three of us are done hiding and willing to face it.

“They’re at the outskirts” Jaskier says as he sits in front of Geralt and hands him the ale.

“They might have a hideout there” His voice projects from the depths of the cape.

“I hate to be a downer, but we are actively seeking those who want to kill us and nearly succeeded many times” The bard sighs, gesticulating quite a lot as he rests his hands over the table. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“What is our other option?” I don’t like this anymore than he does, but we have to retaliate. “Let them kill us? Sit by and wait to be slaughtered?”

Jaskier watches me in silence, pressing his lips together in unease.

“We’ll go to the outskirts first thing tomorrow” Geralt’s golden eyes shine slightly under the cape. “We need to be well rested and prepared”

“And uh… what is my role here?” Jaskier asks, looking from me to him. “A distraction? I can do that”

I smirk, and although I'm about to tease him, I wish he could just stay behind where he is safe. However, just like Geralt, he is involved in this. Those men made sure of it when they injured him. It isn’t only a personal matter to me because of Kader. Those bastards made it personal for them too.

“You just be pretty and stay quiet” I move the mug close to my lips to drink. “Although the last part might be hard for you”

“I’ll show you, you little minx” Jaskier passionately mutters between grit teeth. Then he whispers something in my ear, something that causes me to blush violently and choke on my beverage. The bastard sniggers when I start coughing.

“I don’t want to know” Geralt lets his eyes wander, finding interest in anything other than us. “Stop that already”

Even as he pats my back to aid me in my recovery from choking on the ale, Jaskier smirks.

“I…” My attempt to regain my composure fails, and I have to wait several more seconds until my voice obeys my command. “If you will excuse me, I’m off to take a bath”

I stand up without waiting for any responses. In any case, I have a faint idea of what Jaskier’s might be. And I prefer he doesn’t say it in front of Geralt.

_

I absently dry my hair with the towel, letting my thoughts wander. I’m not focusing on anything in particular, but I still get slightly startled when the door opens behind me.

“Hey, Jas” I smile at him when he languidly comes in.

“Hello, my love” There is a mischievous grin plastered in his lips.

“What is it?” I stop the motion of my hands, leaving my wet hair to dry on its own. As he advances towards me, his expression only intensifies. “Do you have mischief on your mind?”

Jaskier approaches me, and now his smirk acquires a mysterious glow. I wish I was psychic like Hana always said. That way I could read his mind right this moment.

“Not exactly” He ceremoniously takes the towel from my hands and carelessly tosses it over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I observe him under the dim light filtering through the window to my right. Only the little sunlight left, as it turns to night, illuminates his features.

Jaskier now smiles sweetly, as though the light wasn’t making his profile attractive enough.

“Nothing, I just missed you” He shrugs a bit, but I’m not quite buying his innocent act.

Indeed, he puts his arms around me and brings me close. I rest my hands on his chest, ready to push him back if he gets cocky, which he might. We remain silent while we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I only took a bath” I scoff, playfully wrinkling my nose at him. “We saw each other no more than ten minutes ago, you-“

His lips interrupt me when they hungrily seek mine. My eyes close on their own. I lose the ability to breathe. My body automatically responds to the kiss, deepening it as he does. It brings me back to that moment outside the crypt, making it harder to ignore my desire for much longer. My hands fly to his nape, bringing him impossibly close to me. His hands against the small of my back do too, even if there is no space at all between our bodies. Our mouths dance in sync, drinking from each other’s essence. I feel so connected to him that I almost think our hearts are synchronized as well. Jaskier is breathless, and he begrudgingly leaves my mouth for oxygen. I take a deep breath myself, feeling my heart racing and my breathing erratic. But he doesn’t stop there. He quickly goes for my neck. He seems to have special fondness for that spot. When the butterflies appear in my stomach, my brain gives an alarm. I’m enjoying Jaskier’s lips on my neck, perhaps a little too much, which is why I nervously push him away. He gawks at me, his mouth still frozen in the position for a kiss.

“What’s the matter, Nissa?” He asks, showcasing that puppy look in his beautiful blue eyes.

“You sneaky little shit…” I chuckle in awe, understanding what his intentions were. Especially when I have to take a second to calm down, and his red cheeks tell the same tale.

“What do you mean, love?” The bard still looks innocently at me, so I give him a soft glare.

“You know exactly what I mean”

“You don’t… you don’t want to do that?”

He has turned more serious, noticing my hesitance. I sigh, conflicted about my own emotions. There are many reasons why I am unsure.

Firstly, what awaits us tomorrow feels too important to focus on anything else. I fear that, if we were to trespass that threshold, it would be more due to the fear of losing our chance than because we desire to do it. We know the dangers that lay at the outskirts.

Secondly, the matter is more personal than just the possibility of meeting an early end. It had been so long since last time. Thinking about that moment also brings Vizima to mind. It reminds me how much has occurred since I last was this intimate with someone, how love and sex had completely left my mind when more important things, like grief or loss, occupied my thoughts and my soul.

Jaskier’s hands, which had been firmly settled on my hips, leave me completely. The absence of his touch makes me feel cold and empty. I shiver, unsure if because of the low room temperature or the conflict within me.

“We don’t…” He scrunches his face in a carefree gesture. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, I…”

My finger goes to rest against his lips, efficiently silencing him. We stare at each other for a moment. His eyebrows arch in surprise and anticipation.

“It’s not that…” My hands slid down his neck and over his shoulders. This encourages him to rest his on my back, returning to that warm touch. “I just don’t want that to be the only thing between us now. I don’t want our relationship to be only that”

“Nis…” The nickname warns me of a light-hearted response. He adorably tilts his head as well, staring at me fondly. “You know I don’t want just that either. I fell for you, all of you. Not just what you can give me”

“Well, I-“

“I wasn’t finished!”

“Go on then, silly”

“Do you want to know when I knew I was inevitably in love with you?”

“When?”

“Back when you so wittily verbally retaliated against me for calling you a delicate flower”

“Jaskier... that’s the day after we met”

“Precisely”

“And you waited all this time to court me”

“I wasn’t waiting, I continuously tried to-“

“No, you didn’t! How was I to know your endless and obvious adoration was genuine?”

We both laugh when I begrudgingly take most of the blame. Only most of it.

“I’ll tell you how. I promise you something, Nissa… your heart is safe with me”

“I…” His earnest emotional response surprises me for a moment. “I bet you tell that to everyone”

Jaskier grins in amusement to my teasing. His pretty eyes twinkle as he watches me fondly. It only fuels my desire to taunt him, so I peck his lips and retreat immediately after. He groans in quite a needy whine.

Delicate flower… I smirk to myself at the thought that I proved him wrong. And I proved him right. Perhaps I can be a delicate flower, but as he once said, roses are flowers with thorns.

“H-Hang on… Jaskier…” I gasp when I am hit with realization. “That day… Delicate Flower… That song…”

Jaskier grins. Even that gesture is breathtaking. He arches his eyebrows and vehemently nods his head. For a moment, watching his smug grin, I forget what we were talking about.

“Thank you for noticing, love” He playfully kisses me on the nose. “It took you a bit”

“Is that why it took you so long to write it?” It is my turn to smirk, and he blushes a tad.

Jaskier doesn’t reply. In fact, his eyes look anywhere but me. I laugh and slap his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, Jas?” I teasingly say, squeezing his arm. “You seem flustered”

Jaskier now stares into my eyes. His gaze is piercing, intense. When he opens his mouth to reply, his tone is hushed and tender.

“How to express what my heart yearned to say? There was no way to show how I feel about you. Even now that the song is finished… it doesn’t quite explain all these wonderful things you make me feel”

The tables are turned when I am now flustered myself. His sweet smile, reinforcing his genuine words, only makes matters worse. Nonetheless, I tilt my chin up and recover.

“If you’re so smitten, then explain that entrance, you cheeky bard” I try to hide my nervousness by teasing him, poking his shoulder. “Did you harbor pure thoughts then?”

“I will admit” He smirks, responding to my provocation. Nonetheless, his hand gives my waist a comforting squeeze. “I had only one thing in mind, but… you were in the bath”

“You… ugh” When I feel myself turning several shades redder, I plop my forehead against his chest. Jaskier chuckles, delicately tangling his fingers in my wet hair.

“Fine, you perv-” As soon as we are face to face again, he lifts one finger and leans it against my lips. His soft expression shocks me. It is softer than I have seen in a while.

“Do you want to?” He insists, slowly retracting his finger so I can speak.

“I do”

“Great”

“But!” I hold my hand up, causing him to arch his eyebrows in expectation. “You better treat me right still after, Jas, or I will-“

He interrupts my flimsy joking threat with a kiss, showcasing the sweetest of touches yet. My eyes flutter closed and I happily shiver. I hang on to him, pressing myself against his chest as close as I can. Our lips meet again and again with feather light pressure. Delicately.

Jaskier slowly breaks away, and I open my eyes to look at him.

“I love you, Nissa” He suddenly says. I gawk at Jaskier, as he said it so confidently. There are no doubts in his mind whatsoever that what he says is true, that his feelings are real and strong. I have the conviction that so are mine.

Unaware that I have been holding my breath, I let it out. His brows knit in concern, though I smile reassuringly. A timid grin grows on his lips as well.

“And I love you too, my stupid bard” I say in return, caressing his face. Saying those words feels right. Voicing those feelings is freeing, cathartic. It finally feels as though I have confessed what gnawed at me for far too long.

Jaskier sighs with a mixture of relief and glee. A bright smile grows on his mouth. He leans in, and just as his lips are brushing against mine, I halt. The moment somehow feels familiar. He stares at me in awe.

“Why does it feel like I have said it before?”

“Because…” Jaskier pauses for a brief moment, showcasing a smug smirk. “You said it before”

“Oh, no… that day... I forgot about it…” I hide in his chest in embarrassment. He kisses my hair, even if the bastard is laughing as his lips linger on my head.

“You didn’t believe me” Jaskier says to further tease me. “And you started sobbing”

I chuckle in spite of myself, and shiver when he returns to kiss me. My breath shakes in my chest as he busies his mouth with my neck.

“I'm glad..." I can hardly speak as the butterflies intensify and spread the heat of passion within me. "That my embarrassment is amusing to you”

As soon as I lock eyes with him, we both laugh together. Jaskier then wiggles his eyebrows at me. A mischievous laugh is all warning I get before he kisses me on the lips again. I just melt right into it, into his arms. Against his mouth. I even find myself giggling as we both stumble in our passionate stupor and fall together onto the bed.

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[captain-mcdavid]

(pt.1) 

smut: yes | no

word count: 7.3k (whoops)

warnings: swearing, angst, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, *age difference (disclaimer: this is fiction, i am in no way suggesting that these are colton’s preferences. if you are uncomfortable with a slight age difference, the one in this story is six years, then this is probably not a good piece for you.)

“Oh my god, Y/N is that-?” Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes catch on the only possible person Lauren could be talking about.

“No,” You answer quickly, falsely, still staring right at him. It’s strange, you haven’t seen him in eight months now but everything you felt, or feel for him is still right there, strong as ever just waiting to resurface. God, this dude is impossible to shake.

“I um, honey- I’m pretty sure it is.” Lauren gently grabs your forearm, steering you away from the door and away from Colton.

It would have been impossible not to see him, he was 6′6 for crying out loud, he was literally the focal point in the room. But why the hell was he here? This was a party with all your old high school friends…

You stumble behind Lauren, eyes still focused directly on him, but then you catch him from a different angle, and you see the small blonde hanging onto his arm. Fuck you thought your heart shattered when you left that hotel room, but this felt even worse.

“Oh my god, Lauren,” You start, and if you weren’t so shell shocked, you’d probably be crying.

You watch as he scans the room, waiting for the inevitable to happen, and then it does and your whole body tenses. Your eyes connect and his mouth parts slightly, he looks like he’s about to say something, but then Lauren pulls your arm again, rounding the corner and tugging you behind her.

“I know, I know.” Is her sympathetic response to the weak whimper that slides past your lips. Finally he’s out of eyesight and Lauren flips to face you, holding both your hands. “We can leave, do you want to go?”

The answer is undoubtedly yes. It’ll be torture to watch him with someone else all night, of course you should leave. But you really can’t... Colton has seen you, if you disappear five minutes in he’s gonna know you left because of him, and something about giving him that much power just doesn’t sit well. You’re all for giving up control in other areas, but this isn’t one. He shouldn’t ruin your night. 

After your mental pep talk, you shake your head, and Lauren’s eyes widen slightly. “Y/N- what? Are you sure? We don’t need to stay her-”

“He has a girl here,” You interupt and she nods.

“I know, we can go-”

“Go do shots?” You interrupt, “Because I’m not gonna watch her crawl all over him all night sober, and I’m sure as hell not about to walk out of here and let him think that I’m too weak to handle seeing him.”

Lauren looks shocked for a second, before a giant smile crosses her features. Shaking her head and chuckling, she smooths your hair, taking your hand again to tug you back out to the crowd. “You’re my idol,” 

It’s really easy to let go, the shots go down way easier than they should and within an hour you’re slurring slightly, cheeks rosy. You’ve lost three games of beer pong in a row, so finally you give up, sauntering over to the bar stools by the kitchen. 

Lauren is pouring another shot, and you look at it with weary eyes, debating. You really don’t feel like you need another, you could stop now and still feel tipsy by the end of the night, but then your eyes scan the room accidentally, and Colton’s date, also nicknamed ‘The Blonde’ leans in to him, causing your Pavlovian response. Raising your hand you suck the tequila back, making a face at the cheap taste.

“Bleh,” You groan, tossing the small cup into the small trash behind the counter. You’re about to make a dumb joke about being a basketball player when an obnoxious gasp stops you. 

“Oh my god he’s looking at you,” Lauren chirps, latching onto your wrist. “He’s staring right at you, so don’t move.”

Suddenly you’re uncomfortable in your own skin, and you feel like one of the act natural memes. Making a panicked face at Lauren you let out a small squeal. “Do I look fine?”

“Shut up,” She goads, “You know you look fine. You’d look good in a god damn potato sack right now. That highlight is flawless.”

“Lauren,” You snuff, jabbing her in the side to keep her on track.

She subtly takes another glance around the room, her eyes widening not so subtly when they pass Colton. “Holy shit.”

“What?” You question, impatiently.

“Okay,” Lauren examines you and you raise your eyebrows at her, “Shift your weight, like- go like,” She starts to show you what she wants you to do, looking horribly awkward, and for the second time you smack her arm.

“I’m not doing that, you look like you’re trying to dislocate your hip.” She gives up and pouts a lip at you, “Just tell me what’s going on, why do I need to… do that.” You trail off and she rolls her eyes.

“The girl was looking too, Colton was quite obviously staring, and then she noticed and looked at you too. I just wanted you to show her your ass. Let her know what she’s competing with,” Lauren explains. 

You laugh, imitating her earlier motions. “Oh like this?” She snorts, and you chuckle, standing up straight. “Also, not competing. We’re not a thing. It’s been a long time.”

“Okay, stop being dramatic. It’s been like eight months. That’s not that long.”

“It is so!” You argue.

“Obviously not, because you could go that entire time without getting laid.”

Your eyes bulge out and Lauren smirks, taking a sip of her drink.

You’re about to say something relatively clever back, but your bickering is cut off by Jay, and a posse that includes Colton and the blonde following closely behind. “Y/N, Lauren,” He greets, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’re heading out to the hot tub,” He mentions, gesturing to the group behind him. “Coming?”

You’re about to shake your head, already sensing Lauren’s interruption when she jumps in. “Absolutely! We’ll see you out there.”

The group walks off and you fight the urge to step on Lauren’s foot.

“Don’t give me that look, your eight month dry spell is about to come to an end. You’re going home with him.”

You manage to choke out a sound of disbelief, “No!” You argue when Lauren hands you a bathing suit.

“You’re like, obviously so attracted to each other. Why not just have sex with him? You’ve done it before right, no strings?”

If only there were no strings. God she had no idea. But that was because you chose to not include the whole part where you cried yourself to sleep for a week after your spontaneous hotel room hookup. “I don’t, I’m not-“ You start, trailing off when Lauren pulls you into the hallway to look for the bathroom. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.” In your drunk mind it sounds like a great idea, and honestly you’re already a little bit wet at the thought of it. But you know that you’re not thinking enough about the consequences, you know it won’t end easily.

She doesn’t say anything, she just closes bathroom door behind the both of you, already starting to strip off her clothes. Rolling your eyes you do the same, against your better judgement.

Once you’re both changed, the two of you toe out of the bathroom, and out the back door.

All of the sudden you feel like puking, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol, or because of the blonde sitting a little too close to Colton. There isn’t much room in the hot tub to her credit, but it still rubs you the wrong way.

It looks like there’s only one more spot, but you and Lauren both step in anyway. She sits down and pulls you into her lap like it’s nothing, making the crowd around you laugh.

“Oh if you want I can-“ It’s the first time you’ve heard her speak, and of course her voice is dainty and cute, just like you’d expect it to be. You zero in on blondie, making the move to slide over onto Colton’s thighs and all you can think is no, but you’re not about to shout out your objection in front of everyone.

“We’re good, stay.” Lauren says, sounding way more friendly than you would have.

“Y/N can sit on my lap,” Jay suggests and you roll your eyes, situating yourself comfortably on Lauren.

“I’m fine here,” You chuckle, trying not to cringe.

“We’re in the middle of a game of truth,” Jay continues, and you give Lauren a panicked look.

“Really?” She groans, “Man, didn’t know this was a high school party.”

“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Jay murmurs smugly. “Newbies have to be initiated though, so you’ve gotta answer one.”

Neither of you argue, and your eyes wander around, going everywhere except for where you know Colton is sitting. “Y/N when was the last time you had sex?”

You’re nearly choking at Jay’s question, and you stare at him, wondering if he heard your earlier conversation. Lauren tenses underneath you too, and you examine the blank look on Jay’s face.

“Um, last month.” You lie through your teeth, eyes glancing to Colton to look at his reaction. You’re hoping for more than you get though, his eyes stay trained on the water.

“Sweet. Lauren,” Jay finishes quizzically, thinking for a minute before launching into the next invasive inquiry. “Biggest kink?”

“I have a raging foot fetish.” She fires back quickly, raising her eyebrows at Jay. You chuckle, the rest of the people in the water with you applauding her for her obvious dishonesty. It comes as a means of objection to the juvenile game and it’s clear to Jay when he rolls his eyes.

“Alright, Rachel your turn.” He shakes his head, and suddenly all eyes are on blondie beside Colton.

She thinks for a minute, smiling gently before her gaze lands on you. “Y/N was it?”

Your eyes dart to Colton before you answer her, he looks obviously uncomfortable, taken aback by Rachel’s choice.

You nod and she smiles, trying to look friendly but it’s obviously fake. “Ever had a hookup with someone, I don’t know, maybe at this party?” She tries to make it sound like her question wasn’t that premeditated, but she knows exactly what she’s asking.

Hollers erupt from the hot tub, mostly from Jay and you shift in Lauren’s lap.

“Good question, Rach.” Jay laughs, looking to you for your answer.

You narrow your eyes for a second, wondering if she knows anything about you and Colton, or if she’s just going off of what she’s seen tonight. Either way, she’s trying to expose you to the group, so you might as well try to not look embarrassed about it. “Yup,” You simply say. “But I don’t kiss and tell.” You finish, turning back to Lauren, “Why don’t you take my turn.”

“I’d be honoured!” She laughs, sitting forward a little, and you smile, waiting for the explosion.

“Colton! Who ranks first on your list of sexual partners?”

Boom. There it is. You lift a hand to your mouth to hide the grin threatening to appear. Rachel happens to be taking a sip from her drink when Lauren asks, and you watch happily while she nearly chokes.

“You don’t hold back, eh?” Colton responds, smiling, even though he knows exactly why she’s asking. This game is one jab after another. When his eyes lock on yours, you hold your breath. “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Weak.” Lauren responds, but she doesn’t prod. The hot tub falls silent after the fast exchange, and you feel like you’ve definitely killed the mood. Obviously people caught on, noticing that there was a little more than just a game going on. 

“Got weird pretty fast,” Jay murmurs quietly, and you don’t think everyone heard but your cheeks still tinge read with embarrassment. “I’m gonna grab a few more drinks.” He lifts himself out of the hot tub and you watch with wide eyes as two thirds of the others jump out with him. You feel even worse now, practically forcing people out by putting them in an uncomfortable situation. 

The remaining five in the tub are you and Lauren, Colton and Rachel, and another guy that you had never met. Your counterparts fall into dialogue easily, but you’re completely sidetracked, your intoxicated mind unable to keep up with another conversation after the turn the last one took. 

You haven’t even noticed that you’re still on Lauren’s lap until she’s tapping your thigh lightly under the water. You slide off her lap, watching while she stands. The look she gives you as she exits the hot tub is mischievous and excited, and automatically, you know what’s about to happen. You try to stand for a moment, but your actions have Lauren eyeing you, yelling so loudly in her head that you can practically hear her shrill voice screaming, “Sit the fuck down!” 

Rachel looks hesitant to be leaving, eyes travelling between you and the last person sitting in the hot tub before she toes inside, and then theres more silence. 

It’s eerie almost, and without looking across from you, you stand again, not caring if Lauren will actually fight you for coming back so soon, you’re not going to sit here and try to start a conversation. 

“You know we don’t have to avoid each other,” He starts talking and you stupidly look around the empty yard, double checking to make sure he’s not talking to anyone else.

“We’re both adults,” He continues, its ironic and you both know it. You breathe in, ready to crack a joke but his cocked eyebrow lets you know it’s much too soon, so you close your mouth, biting your lip to hide the grin. Blame it on the alcohol.

The more you try to hide your giggles the wider that damn crooked smile of his gets, and then his shoulders are rumbling gently with quiet laughter. “You are something else,” He says, shaking his head. Leaving now would be rude... Shit, you’re stuck.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You lie, trying to avoid his eyes. They haven’t left you since everyone else left, and you’re sure that it’s them and not the water that’s responsible for your sweating.

“Yeah, okay.” He replies sarcastically, finally occupying his gaze with something that isn’t you. Now you can look at him, thank god. He stretches his arms back, leaning his elbows on the edge of the tub and he looks so fricking good it should be illegal. His chin is turned upwards, scanning the night sky for stars, but you’re uninterested, you’ve got a good view here.

“How have you been?” He looks back at you and you realize you’ve been caught staring. Your cheeks heat up and you direct your line of sight somewhere else, thinking of the proper response to his question. You don’t want to tell him the truth, which is that you’re fine now, but you it took you a long time to get to that point.

“Good,” You say simply, and he nods awkwardly.

“I’m glad,” He adds and you give him a small smile.

“How about you?” The small talk is extremely uncomfortable and it’s clear that there is a lot of unresolved feelings, and you’re going to bring up what just went down either. You’re going through the motions but neither of you are invested. 

“Happy to be home.”

Once again silence settles in, and you avoid eye contact at all costs, knowing that he’ll see right through you if he gets a good look. You weren’t sure if he was just really good at reading people, or if you were just really bad at hiding your emotions.

“How do you uh- how do you know Jay?” You ask, not really sure what else to say to him.

He rubs the back of his neck, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. “The same way you do,”

It takes you a minute to realize, and when you do you feel pretty dumb.

“I forgot,” You say sheepishly, referring to the fact that you, Jay and Colton all went to the same high school, each two years apart, meaning that you both knew Jay, but not each other.

“We literally met at one of his parties.” Colton reminds you and you laugh, remembering how you were randomly paired together for a game of beer pong.

Colton assumed you were older, rightfully so seeing as most people pegged you to be a few years senior to what you actually were. You however, didn’t really pay much attention to how old he could have been. The age gap was never a problem for you.

“I forgot!” You say again, throwing up your hands in defense. “You were so drunk.”

“Yeah well I’m just about there again,” He starts, “But I don’t know how you could forget, you were so bad at beer pong I still have nightmares.”

“Oh shut up!” You fire back, pleasantly surprised with the turn the conversation has taken. It doesn’t feel awkward anymore. “That was not the memorable part of the night for me,”

The comment slips out so fast you’re not sure you actually said it until you see Colton’s reaction. He looks slightly taken aback, his eyes automatically finding yours.

All of the sudden you can’t look away from him. After avoiding his gaze the entire night, you can’t seem to tear yourself away now. “No?” He whispers.

Biting your lip nervously you shake your head, and the corners of Colton’s mouth turn up slightly.

“What was then?” He knows the answer, you know he does. He just wants to hear you say it, but you’re not gonna give him that satisfaction.

You chuckle quietly and shake your head. “Colton,”

His tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip and your eyes can’t help but catch on it. His eyebrows are crooked together in concentration, and it makes you wonder what’s on his mind. “Truth,” He says, and you roll your eyes, not feeling like another round is a good idea after what just happened. 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you give him a weary look. 

“I just have a lot of questions, I guess.” He replies, shrugging his broad shoulders.

And suddenly you have a surge of bravery, most likely due to alcohol. “Okay fine. Shoot,” You say, and he raises his eyebrows at you, you do it back, challenging him and he laughs, taking a sip of his beer.

“Are you seeing anyone?” It’s not what you were expecting, but you don’t mind answering, so you shake your head in response and he nods.

“Are-“ He starts again but you interrupt.

“Hey my turn,” You whine, and he makes a face at you. “Are you seeing anyone?”

The look in his eyes when you ask lets you know he’s very aware of how you’ve been feeling the entire night. “No.” He responds, queuing your next question.

“Who was that-“

“Rachel is just a friend,” He answers the question you didn’t even ask before continuing boldly, “When was the last time you had sex?”

“I answered that.” You say, ears heating up because he was obviously able to see through your lie. 

“You don’t have to give me the real answer if you don’t want to,” He smirks, turning his head to the right and wiggling his beer bottle on the side of the hot tub.

Studying his face you wonder what he’s hoping to get out of your answer, so you watch carefully for any mannerisms in his features. “I tried two months ago,”

His eyebrows raise, the corner of his mouth turning down slightly. “Tried.” The word falls from his lips so quietly you see it more than you hear it. He nods slowly, eyes meeting yours as if to say silently, your turn.

Obviously you have to return his question with one just as invasive, but you don’t really want to know the last time he had sex. You’re pretty sure it was with Rachel and his answer is a lot more recent than yours and that’s only gonna make you upset when you hear it leave his mouth so you decide against it.

“Lauren’s question,” You say, waiting to see his reaction before you actually say the words. 

“Lauren is,” He starts with a laugh and finishes with a shake of his head, and you smile, going for it. 

“Do I rank high or low on your list of sexual partners?” You raise your brows at him, egging on for the answer. 

He holds your gaze for a second, opening his mouth to speak, but he closes it again before anything comes out.

Finally, after taking another swig of his beer he answers quietly, “High.”

“How high?” His eyes meet yours again and you feel like you’ve been lit on fire. The mood has shifted drastically in the last few minutes, and now there’s a thick sexual tension in the air that you’re extremely tempted to rectify.

“It’s my turn,” He’s doing it to annoy you, but still, his eyes remain on yours and you swear you can see them get darker.

“Colton,” You whisper, getting to your feet. “How high?”

“You know exactly how high.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He moves forward in his seat, decreasing the space between you, and increasing your overwhelming urge to kiss his handsome face.

“I’ll say it when you tell me what the most memorable part of the night we met was,”

His words have vivid flashbacks rushing through brain, and straight to your core. At this point you’re not just wet because of the water anymore. So in hopes that he’ll break first, you tell him.

“Your head in between my thighs.” The corner of his mouth turns up, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip.

Colton stands now too, towering over your small frame. Your eyes follow him up, waiting eagerly for his response.

He lifts his large hand to push a strand of your damp hair behind your shoulder, leaning in slightly to whisper in your ear, “Number one baby,”

You’re not sure if you’re surprised or not, you just know you’re happy that that’s the answer.

“I was really jealous of that girl earlier,” While you’re talking one of Colton’s arms dips down past your waist and the water line, slipping around to your backside.

“I know,” He replies, his free hand tracing shapes on your arm, raising goose bumps up on the skin. The way he’s looking at you right now its knocking the words right out of you, whisping in a shallow breath you find yourself unable to look away from his blue eyes.

“Your hand is on my butt,” You blurt out.

“I know that too,” He laughs gently, squeezing his hand on your backside to accentuate his point. You stumble forwards, flinching from the contraction of his fingers, and he chuckles.You’re pressed against him now, breasts flush against the taut skin of his abs.

His eyes travel downwards and he sighs, toying with the strap on your bikini. “We should get out of here,”

You’re in so deep now that you don’t even hear the little alarm going off in your head, his suggestion sounds perfect to you at the moment.

“Hm?” He prods, eyes flashing back and forth between your lips and the exposed flesh on your chest.

You nod fast, loving the way that he keeps his hands on you, guiding you out of the water. You’re hiding a grin when you slide open the backdoor to Jay’s house, mostly cause the door is open now. Most of the people have cleared out, but there are a select few that still litter the living room, one of them being Rachel…

She doesn’t look surprised when she sees you, but you notice the way her eyes linger on Colton’s hand placement. For emphasis, and because you’re an asshole, you lay a hand overtop of his, looking back and up at him.

He meets your eyes, handing you a towel with his free hand. “I’ll meet you outside at my truck?”

You nod, turning around to look at him as you toe towards the washroom. As soon as the door is shut behind you, you’re tugging hard at the your bathing suit, flinging it off and to the floor. The aching in your pussy and the vision of Colton in between your legs is making for great motivation to move fast. You’re a stumbling drunk mess trying to put your pants on, and they don’t seem to want to slide easily up your damp legs, but you continue to pull anyway, hopping around like a child as you do so.

Finally a mix of the yanking, and the jumping works, and you’re able to do up the button. Your bra and tank top come without as much hassle but you’re still worried you’re taking a little too much time, so you quickly take a look in the mirror, swiping under your eyes to rid the few flakes of mascara that have fallen. You slap and pinch at your cheeks, nibbling at your lips to get the blood to rush to the areas in hopes of livening up your pale skin. But when you get to your hair, all you can really do is wince. Running your fingers through it won’t really do much, and it just looks kinda sad and wet. Regretfully you pull the brown locks up into a pony tail, sighing in the mirror before unlocking the door.

You try to avoid eye contact with the remaining people, especially Rachel, as you collect your belongings, and then you’re sending a quick wave to Jay, mouthing a thank you while you shut the front door behind you.

Colton opens the door to the cab of the truck when you walk up, holding a hand out for the bathing suit in your hand. “The uber is here,” He tosses your wet clothes into the backseat and shuts the door, flicking his head to the end of the driveway.

Suddenly you feel nervous, almost flinching when he lays a hand on your back as you walk to the car. Anxious, drunk and horny don’t seem like a good combo, but it feels almost exactly like the first night you met. Colton leading you and your fast beating heart out to the uber. You kind of wish that this was the same situation. It was before all the age arguments, and painful goodbyes. That night was just two people without any problems acting on their crazy attraction to eachother. And now it’s two people acting on their crazy attraction to eachother despite all their problems.

It’s like Colton can tell you’re nervous. You turn from staring out the window to him when he gently intertwines your fingers, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Then he’s sliding over into the middle, leaning into you so he can look out your window, “Huh, the Brewhouse,”

Your breath catches in your throat when Colton’s hand opts to slide to the inside of your thigh. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Remember when we went there?” He says it so innocently, like he isn’t thinking about the events that took place in the car afterwards.

You look at him, placing a hand on his to stop it from moving up more. You want to be touched so badly, but public stuff is on the no list in your books. It’s something that Colton knows, but still tries to challenge sometimes, hens the rendezvous in his truck after supper at brewhouse. You furrow your brows as a way of saying ‘not here’, but he just smirks, leaning in to press his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I like this shirt,” He reaches a finger up to fiddle with the skinny strap on your silk tank top, and you mumble a quick thanks in return. He’s trying to make easy conversation, but you can see by the look in his eyes he’s anxious to get home.

Your line of vision stays directed on him, and he pretends not to notice as he continues to play with your shirt. You don’t even notice that you’re biting your lip until Colton glances at you. He points a finger up, catching the soft skin of your lip. It slips from the grip of your teeth and you suck in a deep breath when his hand on your thigh slides up higher. “Stop looking at me like that.” He whispers, nosing your ear.

His words are like shock waves right to your core, and you’re so close to saying fuck it just like you did in the truck months ago, but the beady eyes scanning you in the rear view mirror keep you from leading his hand to exactly where you want it.

It feels like forever before you’re finally pulling up to Colton’s building, and both of you are thanking the driver before speed walking up the stairs and to his door. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, surprisingly steady hands turn the key, swinging the door open. You step in, looking around. It’s exactly the same as the last time you were here. And you recognize the sound of Colton tossing his keys in the bowl without even turning to look.

His large hands cover your hips, bending down to nose at your neck. “Are we gonna do this like the first time?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you chuckle a little, eyeing up his kitchen counter. You had both been so eager to get to it that you’d just stripped down in his kitchen. Also just so happened that if you laid back on the counter, and Colton got on his knees he was mouth level with your pussy. Convinient.

You nod gently, and then in no time you’re being hoisted up into the air and sat onto the counter. Your eyes connect for a moment, the first time that you’ve looked at eachother since being behind closed doors like this. It’s a mental game for the both of you, each waiting to see if the other is going to tap out. When neither of you say anything, Colton’s lips are planting themselves on your own, and ironically, it’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything when kissing somebody.

Colton is working fast, hands already tugging at the bottom of your shirt, and part of you wants him to slow down and savor the moment, but an even bigger part is just craving to be touched, so you lift your arms and let him throw the fabric to the side. He removes his own before attaching your lips again, tongue licking into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. You lean back with instruction, eyes fluttering shut while his lips relocate, sucking at your nipples and kissing down your stomach.

Then you’re being guided down onto your back, and your pants are coming off, and it’s all so fast and so right that you don’t even notice Colton freeze. Your jeans are halfway off, and you stare at the ceiling, wondering what he’s waiting for when you feel it. It usually isn’t that drafty in your southern regions…

“No underwear?” His voice is hoarse, and it makes you wish you had done it on purpose. You sit up on your elbows, Colton’s dark eyes flashing up to yours.

“I forgot them,” You whisper, shocked that you hadn’t realized until now.

“I can see that-” Colton starts, but you interrupt him with a quiet, petrified voice.

“At the party.” You’d been trying to dress so fast, and you were drinking, but you still could not believe that you forgot to put on your underwear.

Colton lets out a laugh in disbelief, staring up at you with amused eyes. “You left them at the party?”

You nod, eyebrows furrowed in regret. “In the bathroom,” You mumble, picturing the red lace in a ball on the tile floor. You shake your head, grumbling to yourself while falling back onto the cold marble top.

“Jay’s a lucky guy,”

You’re about to sit up and scold him, the first syllables of his name already coming out when you’re stopped in your tracks by Colton’s tongue licking up your center. “Col-Unf!”

He pulls off your jeans the rest of the way before hooking his wide arms around your thighs. You breath out a sigh when his mouth finds you again, licking his tongue around you let your eyes fall closed again, enjoying every second of it.

He draws circles around your clit, then he sucks the nub into his mouth and your back arches, Colton’s arms tightening around your thighs. “So wet for me, does that feel good?” He asks, breath fanning over your pussy.

“Yes!” You say, desperate for more. Your confirmation pushed him to continue, and he sucks on your clit again, harder this time. Your moans are fuel for him, so you don’t hesitate to let all your sounds loose. His tongue presses flat against your clit, and he shakes his head back and forth over the nub, pushing down your hips when they try to wiggle against his mouth.

His mouth slides down, and your back rests, but not for long. His tongue stiffens, fucking into slowly while his nose bumps up against your clit. He’s got his whole face in the activity, but you’re more than happy with it. Your hands wind into his hair and he groans into your core, sending vibrations all over you.

You’ve been wet for nearly an hour now, so you know with all the attention he’s giving you, you’re not going to last long. You’re already thinking about how close you are, when there’s a sudden intrusion, one finger sliding easily into you while his lips move to suck on your clit again. “Colton,” You sigh, letting out an embarrassingly happy sigh when he pushes another finger in. When the pads of his fingertips brush up against your g-spot, you’re twitching in anticipation, but Colton knows.

“You gonna cum?” Your only response is a loud moan. His tongue flicks over your clit again, and your body shakes with the force of your orgasm, his fingers moving you slowly through it.

He pulls his fingers out, getting to his feet and holding them out for you. You sit up, grabbing his thick wrist, guiding his long digits into your mouth. You keep eye contact the whole time, watching as his jaw tightens when you swirl your tongue around his fingers. Once they’re clean, you place a quick kiss on his lips before grabbing onto his hips. Sliding off the counter, you swivel his big body around, pushing him until he’s against the counter.

You take time to admire him before you go down, nails scratching down his chest and in between the dips of his muscles. His shoulders and abs were insanely muscular, and looking at them never failed to make you think you were dreaming. He was so damn beautiful.

He realizes what you’re trying to do when you drop to your knees. He catches your elbow, trying to tug you up. You roll your eyes, but you’re not surprised, he always was more of a giver. “I- fuck, I don’t- I’m not gonna last,” He’s struggling to find words, you can tell he’s way more focused on the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“I just need a taste,” You assure him, undoing the button on his shorts. He doesn’t look quite satisfied, but you know that will change once he sees your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You tug down his shorts and boxers, licking your lips when his cock springs free from his boxers. The tip is red, smeared precum wets it, and you lean forward eagerly. He sighs when you finally take him in your mouth and you resist the urge to grin. You swirl your tongue around him, before taking him in further, dragging your tongue across the vein on the underside. You love the way he loses himself when you give him a blowjob, his eyes screw shut and he white knuckles the counter. He’s so not in control which is unlike him, it’s so sexy to you.

He opens his eyes to look down at you, and you blink up innocently at him, loving the way he swears under his breath. But then he’s pushing your shoulder back, and tugging you up by the elbows. You whimper, getting to your feet.

“Seriously I wouldn’t have lasted ten more seconds, you look so damn good like that.” You cling onto his shoulders when he pulls at the back of your thighs to hike you up onto his waist. He picks you up like you’re nothing, but compared to him, you really are.

When he starts walking from the kitchen, you furrow your brows at him, fingering the hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought we were gonna do it on the counter?”

He chuckles quietly and you realize how horny you sound. “Sometimes you gotta change it up,” He mumbles, attaching your lips as he kicks open the door to his room.

He sets you down so gently on the bed, and you stare up at him as he stands straight. His eyes are wandering up and down your body so closely you almost cover yourself, mouth falling slightly agape while you wonder what he’s thinking.

“You’re absolutely stunning.”

A small smile takes over when the words leave his mouth, and you extend a hand to him, blinking adoringly at him while he moves closer. He stretches out on top of you and the look in his eyes is so different from when you first got here to now. You feel like you’re thinking clearly for the first time since you stepped into the hot tub. There’s no blinding cloud of lust anymore. The look in his eyes is so unusual, and you have nothing to compare it to, so curiously you extend a hand, stroking his cheek. “What?”

Instead of speaking his answer, he leans down to kiss you, and it’s everything you want to know. There’s so much emotion behind it that you feel tears start to creep out of the corners of your closed eyes. It’s not even morning yet and you’re already realizing the consequences of your actions. You don’t want him to see when your lips break, so you turn your head, giving him access to your neck. While he kisses the soft skin, his fingers intertwine with your own, and if you weren’t crying before, you definitely are now.  

He noses against your jaw bone, “Ready?”

You nod, wrapping your legs around his hips. You feel the tip of him glide up your center as he positions himself before slowly sliding in. He waits minutes before pushing in fully, and you can tell it’s killing him not to move. You haven’t felt so full and so inlove in so long. It’s frightening.

“Colton, please,” You whimper, pushing at his back gently with your heels. He takes the hint, rolling his hips against yours. It feels amazing, so you arch your back to meet him, loving the way his pelvis rubs your clit.

It would kill you to look at him right now, so you open your eyes quickly to find him, before leaning up to connect your lips. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan against him when he rolls his hips harder. His hands are squeezing yours, and this kiss is just as loaded as the last. It continues for what feels like hours, but in a good way. His hips meeting yours bringing you endless pleasure, it’s building and building.

It’s seriously going to be impossible to be with anyone else.

When he rolls his hips harder again you arch your back more, feeling your walls clench when his tip grazes your g-spot. The seize receives a loud groan from Colton, and you feel him twitch inside you. You squeeze him harder when he thrusts again, and that’s all it takes for him to let go. He fucks you through his orgasm, reaching a hand down to rub your clit until you’re seeing stars too.

He gently pulls out once you’ve ridden out your high, collapsing beside you. It isn’t until you’re settling down that you realize the tears still spilling out of your eyes. Colton does too, and he sits up on an elbow, looking over you while he stretches a blanket across your bodies, concern written on his features.

“What’s the matter?” He murmurs, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth. He places small kisses on the skin. 

This has gone too far already. Staying the night is only gonna make things worse, cause right now it already feels like a gunshot. You want everything you can’t have with him, which is why you tug your hand from his, sitting up in the bed. “I need to go.” 

“You can’t leave now,” Colton laughs gently, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s late,”

“Yeah well staying is only gonna prolong things, it’ll just make it worse.” You end quietly, hearing him sigh when you finish. The room goes quiet and you’re trying so hard not to love him right now that all your emotions are going elsewhere, the most prominent switch being anger. 

“I’ve tried, Colton.” You start, shaking your head when you see the confusion on his features. “I’ve tried to feel something, literally anything, with someone else, but I can’t. No one else makes me feel even remotely close to the way that you do,” When he can no longer keep eye contact with you the tears spill out faster. “I hate you for it,” It makes you so unbelievably mad for a second cause you know what he’s about to say. You’re too young. 

“I hate you for it. So no, I’m not gonna stay and wait for the rejection speech that I know is coming, because I don’t wanna feel any shittier than I already do.” 

Once you’re finished you start trying to untangle yourself from the blankets, but the heavy weight of Colton’s arm is pulling you back into him. “You can’t leave now.” He repeats. 

“What the hell- let go of me!” You cry, trying to push his arm off you, but it’s useless. Fighting him doesn't make any sense but you’re still not ready to give up, lurching against his body to try and get him to let go. 

“You’re drunk, and upset and if you leave you’ll be alone. I don’t give a shit if you’re mad at me, you’re not going anywhere.” His tone is final, his grip tightening around you. 

You’ve stopped struggling against him now, giving up because he’s made it clear you’re not leaving until morning. Relaxing against his body you look over your shoulder at him, meeting his sad eyes. 

You wish that that weren’t the emotion that was most recognizable to you. You’ve obviously seen it on him too much. 

“I don’t feel like this with anyone else either.” His words are spoken softly into your ear, while he presses a kiss to the skin there. “You’re meant to be right here.”

And you want it to be true so bad. 

“If it were meant to be it wouldn’t be this hard.” 

[pinesconessecrets]

Soulmate AU

For @ladynightmare12

“You’re incredibly ugly,”

Dipper had been staring at his arm for about fifteen minutes. He didn’t notice it immediately upon waking up, as he had a habit of scribbling notes and doodles on his arm, but when he did notice it, his heart stopped. He got his words. The first words he would ever hear his soulmate say.

He sat on his unmade bed, his room split evenly between pinboards and science fair trophies, and stuffed animals and macaroni sculptures. As a seventeen year old boy, he wasn’t eager to share a room with his sister, but- of course- he had never known anything else. The morning light shone through the window, one curtain pink and the other a deep green, as it was positioned dead in the center of the room.

His soulmate calling him ugly wasn’t exactly ideal for their first words. In fact, he was dreading his meeting with this person. He couldn’t tell the person’s gender, but honestly that was the least of his worries. The thing at the front of his mind was that his soul mate was astrologically destined to call him ugly in their first conversation.

“Dipper! Hurry up!” he heard his sister cry from downstairs with her mouth full- presumably eating pancakes or something like that. Dipper usually only had time for toast or a banana in the morning. He hurriedly threw on some clothes and a hoodie he never wore- not wanting to show the world his words. He especially didn’t want his sister to see them, she would never live it down. Her words had appeared last year, though nobody had said them yet. “Sorry, I think this is your glitter pen.” It certainly suited her. Every day she dropped her glitter pens on the ground on purpose, but nobody had said the words exactly right. Mabel listened extremely closely, to be safe.

The teenage boy rushed down the stairs and grabbed a pancake from a plate by the stove, eating it with his hands without and syrup or butter.

“How do you eat that? Doesn’t it get stuck in your throat?” Mabel asked, her words on clear display on her inner arm.

“It slides down easier without sticky sugar syrup keeping it stuck in there. Your cholesterol must be off the charts with all of the sugar you eat,” Dipper said sarcastically as he shoved his books in his backpack.

“You’re worried about my health? You eat ramen noodles for every meal,” Mabel teased. Dipper rolled his eyes as he put a Cup ‘o noodles in his backpack next to his books. He did eat an insane amount of ramen, but he did enough running around in the woods to burn off the calories.

“Whatever. Let’s go, if I’m late to Pre-Cal again I’m going to get chewed out,” Dipper said, sliding open the door and exposing himself to the cool morning air. It wasn’t that cold, as he had his hoodie on, but he would much prefer warmth. Cold meant less exploring and adventuring in the woods, though he was sure that his parents wouldn’t actually mind that. He had gotten poison ivy twice, and neither times were fun for anyone.

He walked to the old Montero Sport that he and Mabel shared, though Dipper didn’t have his license yet. He knew how to drive, he just didn’t make enough money to pay for the car insurance. Mabel had a cushy job at Starbucks where she got paid quite a lot for her age, but Dipper could hardly get any hours at his job at Chick-fil-a in the same mall.

He cringed when the radio blasted Carly Rae Jepsen- not because it wasn’t great music- but because it was nearly maximum volume. Mabel had a fun habit of blasting music after work at night and forgetting to turn it back down. Carly Rae was a good way to wake up, but not at that volume.

Mabel turned the radio down and began driving, the album playing much more quietly as they drove along in unnatural silence. Usually on the way to school they had a lot of conversation, but the air between them was still. Mabel eventually spoke up, smirking gently.

“You got your words, didn’t you?” she asked, and Dipper went bright red. She wasn’t supposed to find out. Nobody was supposed to find out. He wanted to die without anyone reading the words on his arm.

“What? No. Of course I did. Didn’t. I didn’t get them yet. Definitely not,” Dipper said, knowing immediately that he had given himself away. When Mabel laughed at him, he was sure that he would have to show his twin the embarrassing text on his arm.

“Let me see it. Come on, I bet it’s sweet. Why are you so embarrassed?” Mabel asked, and Dipper shook his head. “Come on! We’re twins! I showed you mine immediately!

“Yours was nice! Mine is… bad. It’s bad,” Dipper sighed, and Mabel rolled her eyes.

“It can’t be that bad. Show me,” Mabel said, grabbing her brother’s arm and pulling up the sleeve. Dipper was quick to take the wheel with his free hand.

“Your husband has bad handwriting,”

“Husband? What makes you think it’s a guy?”

“Bad handwriting,” Mabel rolled her eyes. “So he calls you ugly. So what? You call me ugly, and I’m clearly flawless, so why are you worried? Maybe you’ll have one of those enemies-to-lovers things? That’d be really fun.” she grinned.

“I’m just, I dunno, I don’t want to have this experience when the person,” He emphasized the word “person” instead of saying the word “boy”. He wouldn’t mind if he was a boy, but it wasn’t set in stone. “Calls me ugly. I don’t want that in my memory forever. Like, if we make it, my kids are going to ask how we met. And I’m going to have to tell them that we met when their mom or dad called their dad ugly.” he sighed.

“Bro, everything is going to be fine! You’re going to get a man soon! Or a girl with bad handwriting,” she shrugged. She gave a sympathetic smile, and took the wheel once again, to Dipper’s relief.

“…Thanks Mabel,” Dipper smiled back at her. He was glad that Mabel was so supportive- though sometimes it was kind of annoying. However, having her involved in his life was useful, since he needed someone besides his parents to lean on.

The two arrived at school, Dipper rushing to get into the building and get to Pre-Cal. It was hardly his favorite class, but it was a hard one, so he wanted to spend as little time away from that class as possible, for his own safety. He sat in his usual place near the front of the room, beside a boy he never really acknowledged. As a young man obsessed with cryptids and monsters and such, he didn’t exactly have a surplus of friends, and so he wasn’t familiar with most of the people even in his grade level. The only times he talked to people were when they were paired with one another for group work.

Dipper looked over and noticed that the normally quiet boy was looking down at a packet of paper and mumbling words to himself that he couldn’t quite hear. Every once in a while the boy would highlight something, and then carry on mumbling. Dipper never really paid attention to this boy before. He wasn’t ugly, he had dark brown hair and identical eyes, and he was wearing a cute yellow sweater. He was about to ask what he was reading, when the teacher in front of him began speaking. Like the good student he always was, he paid attention and took diligent notes that would be easy to study later.

Throughout class, however, he kept noticing the boy beside him not taking notes, and continuing to mumble. Dipper got a little bit annoyed that he couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but he didn’t comment on it. He didn’t want to call this boy out in the middle of class for, what, working? Studying? Memorizing something? Mostly he was just annoyed that he didn’t know what he was saying. He felt compelled, for some reason, to hear his voice. He wanted to know what sort of voice came out of this rather cute, shy boy.

He wrote down a note on a scrap of paper, glancing over at the other boy as he did so. Sorry if this is creepy, what r u reading? -Dipper. He folded it up and was about to pass it over, when he was called on for a question. For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what the answer was. He was working on the note, and not the problem, so he was drawing a blank. “Um…. linear?” Dipper said, knowing full well that the answer was wrong. He cringed at how his voice cracked due to embarrassment.

“Wrong unit, Mr. Pines. Pay attention instead of doodling. Give me that,” The teacher said, and Dipper tried to ignore the class’s giggles as the teacher crumbled up the note and put it in the garbage. Dipper looked over at the boy, worried that he was giggling, but was a bit disturbed by what the boy was doing. He was no longer mumbling and highlighting, but instead he was just. Staring. The quiet nameless boy was looking at Dipper like he had grown a second head- which he hasn’t yet, though he was doing some experiments on lizards. The boy looked away a second too late, after the two had made direct eye contact. Dipper wasn’t so eager to talk to the boy anymore after doing that. Was there something in his teeth? His hair? He checked both, while doing his work, and both seemed fine. What was he staring at?

Dipper continued his work, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the boy beside him was staring. Every time he looked over, though, the boy wasn’t looking. Eventually he could see him doing his mumbling again, and it brought him a sort of relief. Things were bath the way they were supposed to be- Dipper was taking notes, and mystery boy was mumbling and highlighting. All was right in the world.

As class came to a close, Dipper felt a feeling creeping up on him. It wasn’t a good feeling, not really. It wasn’t quite sadness, it was more like… Disappointment. Like he had been expecting something to happen that even he had no idea what it was. Probably that he hadn’t finished all of his homework in class, Dipper figured, silently and to himself. He put all of his books into his bag as he heard the bell ring, before looking over at the mystery boy. He was slinging his baby pink backpack over his shoulder, pocketing his highlighter, but still reading over the packet of words. There were quite a few pages, and Dipper was very interested to see what exactly was so riveting that he would do it instead of calculus. Though, most things were more riveting than calculus.

However, he didn’t want to embarrass himself yet again and attempt to talk to this boy. After all, evidently, he had a soul mate waiting for him, somewhere out there, biding their time before they would meet and call him ugly. Mystery boys weren’t really worth his time- though Dipper did appreciate a good mystery. Maybe at another time.

He walked out of the classroom to the hallway, knowing and not acknowledging that mystery boy was standing directly behind him, still mumbling. Dipper could hardly hear him at all what with the noise of hundreds of teenagers all talking at once, like a riptide of bodies and gossip. High school was truly a uniquely terrifying place.

He took a few steps out into the hallway before something made him stop dead in his tracks. Time seemed to slow down, and he took a few moments to process what he had heard. He could hardly believe it was true, it was so soon, barely anyone heard their words spoken on the same day they arrived. Some died before hearing them. Dipper, however, heard them directly from a voice behind him.

“You’re incredibly ugly,” The mystery boy said from behind Dipper, still looking down at his paper with furrowed brows. Dipper stopped walking and turned, though that immediately resulted in him being pushed by the riptide, hitting his head on the doorframe of his calculus classroom.

“Oh my god, are you okay? That sounded really bad, do you have a bump?” These were the second words he ever heard his soul mate say, and he had to admit he was grateful that they were nice words. He was actually concerned about him.

“You… you think I’m ugly?” Dipper asked, his head pounding a bit. The taller boy looked confused, which was a very cute look on him.

“I… what? Oh! No!” he said quickly, looking down at his paper in his hand. “It’s, um, a script. I’m an actor, um, I just got cast in the one-act. I’m working on getting off book.” he explained, his voice slowly becoming more audible as people cleared out of the hallway. “I’m Wirt, by the way. And you’re… Dipper? I think? You don’t talk in class, so, um, I’m guessing here.” Dipper thought he was incredibly pretty.

“Yeah, Dopper. Um, Dipper. That’s me,” Dipper smiled awkwardly. “I don’t want to, um, alarm you, but…” he said, rolling up the sleeve on his hoodie. Wirt blushed a bit, but nodded in understanding, rolling up his as well. Among numerous doodles were the words, “Um… Linear?”

“I got mine two years ago. What about you?” Wirt asked with a smile.

“Today, actually. You can imagine how I felt when I learned my, um, soul mate would call me ugly when we first met,” Dipper chuckled awkwardly. Wirt laughed.

“I didn’t actually know I was gay until today. I mean, I had my suspicions, but I guess it’s set in stone now. Well… set in skin,” both boys laughed. The conversation would have gone on for longer, but the bell rang, and the both of them realized that they were late to class.

“Oh, wow, okay. Can I get your phone number? I’d like to get to know you better,” Wirt asked, and Dipper happily nodded, taking a sharpie out of his pocket. He embarrassedly took his hand and wrote down his phone number on his arm, before pocketing the sharpie.

“I’ll see you later, then, Dipper Pines,” Wirt gave a dorky smile before walking away. Dipper was still for a few moments, before giggling quietly, and walking to his next class. Mabel was not going to believe who her brother just met.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Vital Signs, pt24

Word Count: 1814 Tags: @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 @outside-the-government, @jimfromsales, @donnaintx, @enterprisewriting @starmission @supermoonpanda @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @flirtswithdanger

I awoke with a start, my heart racing. I could feel Steve’s heart beating under my hand, and his slow even breathing told me he was still asleep, so I had at least not wakened screaming. But my heart was racing, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t remember what I’d dreamed about either, which was unusual. As my breathing returned to normal, my head started to throb, like it was being crushed in a vice. I sat up, and gasped. And I still couldn’t catch my breath.

I staggered to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. The pain in my head was getting worse, and I tried to think if I’d done anything in particular to cause it. I heard Steve stirring in our bed.

“You okay?” He mumbled from the dark.

“Headache.” I managed the one word before I forced myself to lie down on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. I heard Steve make his way toward me, and then drop to his knees suddenly.

“Hey, are you sure you’re alright?” He ran his hand down my back and then tried to push my hair off my face. I cringed away from his touch when he neared my forehead.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. He ran a washcloth under the tap and pressed it against my forehead. The cold was searing and painful, then soothing. I sighed, frustrated.

“Do you trust the new CMO?” Steve asked, rubbing the small of my back. I nodded weakly. He lifted me into his arms, and carried me out of the bathroom. He paused long enough to slip on his runners, readjusting me in his arms, and carried me toward the infirmary. The motion made my stomach turn, and I gagged on the bile rising in the back of my throat.

The infirmary lights were so bright that I turned my face into Steve’s chest and whimpered. He walked directly to the nearest bed and laid me down, drawing the curtain and dimming the examination lights so that I was able to tolerate the brightness.

“Can you get Dr. Morrison?” Steve asked Derek, quietly.

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

“She said she has a headache, and I found her on the floor in the bathroom. She’s barely responding to me. She got that concussion in New York.” Steve was brief. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept rubbing my back. I could hear Derek talking quietly to someone on the phone.

“Okay, Lex. I’m going to start an IV. Kevin will be here in just a minute. We’re going to test drive all that new charting software on you, starting with labs and an MRI. Did you have any follow-up after your discharge from Midtown?” Derek was efficient, speaking as he ran through the initial assessment.

“No. I was supposed to have a second MRI last week, but I got busy with this project with Stark.” My voice was whisper quiet. I tried to sit up and was immediately hit with such a huge wave of nausea that I laid back down. Steve put another cool cloth across my forehead. I tilted my head to smile at him, but couldn’t focus my vision. I could tell he hadn’t stopped to get dressed though. I could make out the blur of his plaid pajama bottoms slung low across his hips.

“You must be cold.” I placed my hand on his chest. He bent down and kissed my forehead.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve been colder.” There was more than a hint of irony in his tone. I smiled weakly. Dr. Morrison pulled back the curtain.

“Let’s get you into the MRI, Lex.” He flashed a penlight across my eyes. I flinched again. Kevin motioned to Derek to help me down to the MRI, but Steve waved him off and picked me up again. I was in too much pain to protest. He laid me on the MRI cot and stepped out of the room.

“You know the drill, Lex. Hold still. We’re just going to scan your head so it shouldn’t be long.” Kevin’s voice came through the speaker.

“Focus on my occipital. There was quite a bit of swelling there from the concussion, maybe we missed a bleed,” I mumbled. The machine roared to life around me. I closed my eyes again and focused on breathing as the cot moved forward for the scan. When the scan was over, Steve carried me back to the exam room, and Derek gave me something for pain. I slipped back to sleep.

Steve was sitting at the bedside, head down on the bed, snoring lightly. He was still in his pajamas, and despite his facetious comment about having been colder, there were goose bumps playing across his shoulders. I closed my eyes and then looked at him again. My vision was clear, and he was in focus. I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair. He stirred, and sat up. When he saw I was awake, he smiled in relief.

“Welcome back.” He squeezed my hand. I returned his smiled and then looked past him and noticed there was a window. And I was looking across the New York skyline.

“What happened?” I asked. My head felt heavy and I was exhausted.

“You were right. You had a bleed in your occipital. Thankfully small. Dr. Morrison sedated you, and transported you to the Hub for emergency surgery,” he explained.

“How long?” I asked.

“You’ve been in and out for the last week.”

“And you haven’t got changed yet? Has my sense of smell been affected? You should reek,” I stated. Steve laughed, the look of relief so palpable it was alarming.

“I had a shower before I came up this morning. I just had a feeling I shouldn’t waste time this morning, and didn’t bother getting dressed.” He touched my face and looked so sad, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m right here.” I put my hand over his, and closed my eyes. I was so very tired. I felt his forehead touch mine, and he kissed me gently. Someone at the door cleared her throat. At one point in our relationship, we probably would have pulled apart like we’d been burned, but Steve was slow to withdraw his touch. I looked over at the doctor waiting at the door.

“Dr. Richmond, you’ve given Captain Rogers quite the scare,” she admonished. I smiled weakly.

“Keeps him young.” I squeezed his hand, and he shook his head, smiling.

“I suppose you want the straight story, no sugar coating. Your colleagues suggest you are the kind of person who doesn’t waste words when they aren’t necessary. I am Dr. Jane McAndrews, and I am the head of neurosurgery for SHIELD. You had a bleed in the occipital. I understand you actually diagnosed it?” She paused.

“No, I just suggested that was where to start looking, based on my MRI after my concussion.”

“At any rate, we needed to surgically decompress the site. I irrigated and cauterized the vessel. You’re lucky it was a small tear and slow bleed, or you could be dead. As it was, the clot was quite large when we opened you up. Your recovery has been unremarkable. I expect you’ll need a few weeks of rest, with no exertion. Physio will be in this afternoon to assess you, and ensure there has been no long-term damage. All our neurological tests so far have suggested you will have a full recovery,” she explained.

“Thank you, Dr. McAndrews,” I nodded. I struggled to push myself up to sitting. Steve leaned over and helped me, and then elevated the head of the bed to support me.

“So she should be fine?” Steve asked. He was pale and looked exhausted. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get exhausted. The super soldier serum should have negated that and allowed him to get by on much less sleep. That was the first sign I had that I might not be getting the full story about my injury.

“I’m cautiously optimistic that there will be no ill-effects. We’ll see what happens with physio this afternoon.” Dr. McAndrews was fairly non-committal. I glanced at Steve and back to the doctor.

“Steve, can you get my a glass of water?” I asked. He nodded and slipped out of the room. I turned my gaze on the doctor.

“What aren’t you telling him?” I demanded.

“We lost you a number of times during surgery. Quite frankly, I’m astonished you made it through the surgery, let alone woke. It will be a long road to recovery, and I’m hesitant to suggest that you will ever practice medicine again,” she spoke quickly and quietly, glancing toward the door with every phrase. My heart started to pound.

“What do you mean?” I could feel the panic rising in my chest. I couldn’t imagine what I would be without my career. Would SHIELD even have a place for me? Where would I go? What would happen? Would Steve still want to be with me, if I was an invalid?

“Time will tell, Dr. Richmond. I don’t want to dash your hopes, but I also want you to remain realistic. You’ve had a serious head injury. We won’t know how badly you’ve been injured for months. For what it’s worth, I am the best in the country. My technique is precise and my part of the surgery was flawless. How is your vision?” She glanced over her shoulder again.

“Clear, in focus,” I answered honestly. She nodded.

“That’s a good sign. The bleed was contained in the occipital, so I’ve high hopes that nothing else should be affected. But Director Fury knows you won’t be back to work for a long while, if ever. You should anticipate a visit from him soon, now that you’re awake.” She stopped speaking abruptly, and Steve rounded the corner into the room moments later.

“Thank you, Doctor,” I hoped she understood that I’d dismissed her. She collected my chart and left the room. Steve sat down beside me, and handed me the cup. He waited until I was drinking before he spoke.

“She doesn’t think you’ll work again.” It was a question.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?”

“I’m not stupid, Lex. I knew why you sent me away.”

“What happens if I’m sidelined forever?” My words were a whisper. Steve pulled me into his arms.

“You’re too valuable to sideline. Fury will find a use for you, one way or another.” He almost sounded angry with that. I leaned into his arms.

“And you?” I asked. He buried his face in my hair and sighed.

“I’ve cast my lot. I love you, Alexandra. That won’t change.” I felt a tear slip down my cheek and leaned into his embrace, relieved.

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Gotta share that knowledge and spot treatment 🙏 older sib duties ✌ you only gotta look out for them 3, feel MY pain when I wanna be a petty bitch please 😉😂 Rio: Clearly not, like...What tf am I like? 🙈 Rio: Still in the dog house then...I hope little miss tiny tits is too, seen her being snide on the 'gram Rio: we know she's no 😇 so as long as she's getting her share of the 💩 from you, I ain't judging on the Pabs score 👌 Grace: 😈 LMAO jks obvs I'm living for getting to flex like that Grace: Nobody else lets me near their face, their loss but still BOO Grace: Ugh yes cos he doesn't even see that he did me WRONG she was trying he's just an idiot and its like BOY NO Grace: Never learning them lessons Grace: 🚫 No worries there she's BEYOND cancelled 🚫 Grace: I hate that bitch Rio: That's why you gotta get them clients honey, just you wait, people will be BEGGIN' for your time and expertise 😘 Rio: Yeah, he's a fool in general though Rio: Not to say that ain't valid, 'cos 100% babe, but it wasn't personal, like Rio: Try to remember that 'cos he's not that boy, no matter what typa foolishness he's caught up in rn 😒 Rio: 👏 I like what I'm hearing, Gracie! So much growth! Rio: Here for it Grace: I feel you but also it's like idk it was personal to me cos she was my best friend and he knew that Grace: On some level idk Grace: Whatever I'm trying to be over it Grace: There's bigger 🐠 Rio: Fair Rio: Idk if he knows he knew...Mouthful Rio: Give him time and a chance, but that's it, sensible big sister said her piece on that, you're free to go on doing what you're doing 😜 Grace: Thanks 👑 Grace: Rio, I can forreal come to london right? Like you're not just shhing me Grace: I'm so done with this place atm Rio: Of course you can Rio: As long as the 'rents sign off on it, you can stay for as long as you like Rio: That's Dubo for ya...gets under your skin Rio: Anything else I can do, tho? Grace: 💜 Grace: Ugh it's just everything Grace: There's barely anything I can do Grace: Ignore me I'm a hormonal 👾 Rio: Have you had your B12 and folates checked? Billie and Edie were anaemic you should double-check 'cos that will have you feeling rough as Grace: 👼 You're adorbs Grace: Enough of my chatter anyway, how are you? Rio: 👀 okurr but we're coming back to this later Rio: 'cos I'm same old same old Rio: Nothing beyond the promised goss of London to report Rio: No boys, remember? Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: Oh please you always have a boy Grace: Spill it Rio: 😨 Swear on my life, babe! Rio: Nothing and no one Grace: We're twinning then 💕 Grace: Do tell Janis 😂 Rio: Coming for ya brand Rio: Shameless 😏 like to think I could pass, not that old or having THAT crisis tho, jfc Grace: 👯💣🔥 Grace: You're flawless babe don't even stress Grace: when I'm your age I'll have to pray Rio: Aww, you doll, extra brownie points for boosting my ego 💋 Rio: What you chattin'?! We're all babes, lbr Grace: 😂 shhh avó be repping herself hard in me and no offence 👵 it's not goals 💔 lmao Grace: obrigado,... mas não, obrigado like she rocks it but she's also way old so Grace: the struggle is real 😂 Rio: You're mad gal Rio: don't be wasting your youth hating on what you'll miss Rio: though we all age like fine wine, avó paving the way 💣 Rio: Ma was onto something having us so young Grace: Don't let her hear you say that Grace: My ears are still ringing from her calling me out Rio: umm Rio: BISH YOU WHAT Grace: 🤷 No drama just Rio: You weren't on the pill? Or missed a day? Rio: We've all had the scare but I never got as far as needing to tell Mum Rio: You poor thing! 😨🙈 Grace: Well obvs that was my bad but she only made me die about a thousand times Grace: I survived Rio: Eeep! Rio: At least she didn't march you down the clinic in a shame cone like most would round here Grace: OMG like she made me go but my ootd was my own doing 🙏 Rio: Not so much as a high collar in sight 🙌 Rio: Explains your hormones though, babe, that shit will FUCK you up for ages Rio: so no worries there Grace: I know exactly what I'm in for Grace: Ugh Rio: Forreals Rio: Who'd be a fucking woman, eh? Grace: Mia. To fuck over the others Grace: kms Rio: 😂 Rio: Fueled by her PMS that one Grace: [Sends her 2 very similar selfies} which one do you vibe the most with? Rio: 1st one, s'more natural Rio: smile ALMOST reaches your eyes Grace: lmao Grace: Thanks babes Rio: if you gonna fake it 'til you make it Rio: gotta keep you the realest, ain't I? 😉 Grace: gotta keep me 😂 Rio: Wanna Rio: Blood ties aside 😘 Grace: 💜 Rio: Best get ready for work Rio: Could use you here to do my look for me, cba tonight 😐 blah Grace: I'd be living for that you know it but you'll be killing it with or without me, honey Grace: You got this gurl Rio: Cheers 🍸 Rio: I'll get the first round in when I see ya boo 💋 Grace: Yay! So excited 😚

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Kicking off the hiatus with 5.04

A few people have requested that I continue my commentaries™ during the hiatus & after all the positive feedback, I couldn’t say no! But I expected to have an awful day & it actually went well so I thought I’d go ahead and do it now. You know since I’m going to avoid all my responsibilities anyway it might as well be for a good cause🙃

I watched a lot of shameless on Netflix today so it’s nice to watch something wholesome for a change of pace 😂

“The world was shifting on its axis in 1961, strides were being made, decisions taken, questions asked..” Vanessa’s narration is always on point like I wish I had the patience to post all her quotes 😭😂

Aw sister Mary Cynthia! I hope she’s in the Christmas special

My bby trixie looking flawless while riding a bike, goals

But who is this nun they’re having a service for lol ??

Like it’s kinda irrelevant oops,  r i p & dios te bendiga but why do we care? at least I don’t

Isn’t this girl from something? She looks so familiar

i remember saying this before .. oh yea she’s from game of thrones I think. I don’t watch it though haha

“Angel? I could get used to that!” Aw my bby is so cute like yes trix ur an angel

yikes that cough lady, I have a stuffy nose rn and I’m hoping I don’t start coughing 😭cause then I wanna be in a coma cause I hate being sick

Aw he'a so excited! He got into university👏🏼 that was legit me though 😂 I’m so irrational and literally only applied to one university (well I filled out many applications but didn’t submit any others because you gotta pay so I tried to wait and see if I got accepted to where I wanted first😂) I found out in English while on my phone instead of doing work & I screamed and just ran out the classroom 😂 I went to my guidance councilor and told everyone in the main office and then called my parents who *were nervous I wouldn’t get in* but also were literally going through security in the airport on their way to Dominican Republic .. ah, I was full of excitement and hope. Look at me now 3 semesters in &I’m over it 😂😂 it’s so stressful and mentally/emotionally draining and sometimes I’m just like how do I become a trophy wife asap?

BACK TO THE SHOW THOUGH

My bby SHELAGH! 😍 she is so precious in her suit aww, but lets be real the navy suit is the best™ one she owns. But I still like her best in uniform at the clinic though 💁🏼

she’s over here giving a talk on giving birth at home & Im just like holy shit SHE JUST HAD A BABY IN THEIR NEW HOME, I STILL CANT BELIEVE IT😭!!!!

Tom’s so excited for Ian it’s so cute and sweet

And Tom is so cute and attractive ugh, he could get it

oh damn wait Mrs Cottingham has the baby with no limbs

aw yea and she wanted a girl

I agree though little boys are gremlins 😂😂 from ages like 7-14, get them away from me 😂

Ian all hopeful for their future and then boom he’s a dad. That went from 0 to 💯 real quick

Phyllis!! & lol sister W giggling

But damn why they all acting like Sister J is too old and incapable 😂 she wants to go to St Cuthberts, let her

Sister Monica Joan upset aw😭 don’t worry sister you’re Help is needed

Pats and Deels look cute “tanning” outside

“You want to see Anita Ekberg in that fountain just as much as I do”  Lmaoo 😂😂 for real though have u ever seen La Dolce Vita? Like Anita Ekberg was too hot to handle. I wish I looked that good damn

Trixie came to thirdwheel even though she isn’t unaware she is lol

But Trixie is serving summer looks™ I love it 😍

Damn though Patsy’s legs are pretty pasty 😂😂

Trixie wondering what the hell kinda magic bra Anita had on, literally same cause I want it. Always need good quality strapless bras for summer👍🏻

Patsy inviting Trixie and Delia gave the side eye omg 😂

Here comes Babs lmao

LOL DEELS IS SALTY OMG

ugh this is when Babs first got with Tom and they were annoying lmao, I got over it though

If I was Trixie I’d be lowkey mad too like that was her ex-fiancé but I’m glad they got over it and are friends despite that 💕 cause I know petty girls that would just cut the other off

WHY DO THEY PRONOUNCED SCHEDULE LIKE THAT? And honestly How?? Like I can’t even lol it’s hard. Oops is my American showing

Sister J out here

Ohh yea this matron is a bitch lmao, vete ya

What is the correlation between going to grammar school and getting pregnant ?? @ Ian’s mom

Lol Trixie’s just like pls don’t ask me

ugh get this nurse/matron or what ever tf she is off my screen before I smack her

I swear Jenny Agutter has such a relaxing voice, like she really can calm you down & tell you all will be well & you’ll just be like “yea you right”😭

Tom is so rational and sensible because if I walked in I’d immediately start screaming and all that like “calm tf down people" 

Pats and Deels sneaking around in a convent lol it gives me anxiety always thinking “oh shit u think someone will walk in?”

LOL OKAY TOM YOU TELL YOURSELF TRIXIE IS MAD ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE

Damn Tom you just made Babs feel like a rebound™

“Who’s to say we won’t carry on” ya will be fine & get married next year chill out

So Babs is only 23, how old are the other nurses *well how old do you think*??

WHEN WILL WE SEE A NONNATUN BIRTHDAY?? *I preferably want to see Trixie or Shelagh have one* but I’d take anyone really, like these people literally celebrate every other damn holiday/event but no one has had a birthday?? Except for Jenny and Chummy but they’re both gone lol

yikes emphysema, one of my grandfathers died from that. 70 odd years of tobacco smoking 😬 he did someone love to be 85 yrs old though. Idk how, he couldn’t breathe for so long

I love Phyllis just saying again for the millionth time

Aw Trix 💔 you will be happy soon💕😭

See! She said w/o Sister J she’d be screaming! Her presence is calming

Emergency c-section aye dios

Turn up at the pub

Lol funny how the dad gave Tom orange juice bc he’s a vicar but he was drunk af the night before his wedding 😂 drunk enough to have little memory and to be hungover the next day

we’ve all been there tho I don’t judge

Is it really CtM if there’s not at least one mention of babycham a series?

c-sections are wild omg

also I’ve never been under anesthesia so I’d be scared af

LOL & also I’ve never had a kid so that’s scary too duh

“Oh God another one” ahh omg

Do you think that was a doll ??

Again this show makes everything look real af so I never know

Is the doctor here the Mr Kenely that I hate??

They really left that baby there to die like o m g

Sister J praying/blessing the baby 💔💔 my freaking heart omg

again this nurse is on my screen and I need her to go, preferably to carajoland

“may the lord bless you and keep you”!! 💔😭

the third deformed baby and they didn’t report it??

“I’m not drunk” I mean you’re sitting on the floor in the bathroom so I’d think you were too 😂

Lol remember.. *cringes* no wait lets not

Tom worked in a record shop that’s cute

damn Tom do you really think telling them to just settle is the best way to comfort him

Aw sister J needs a hug😭😢💕

and yes prayer you’re right sister MJ

Sister MJ, Sister MC & Sister J comforting each other is so pure, all the they have scenes together wash my sins away for a second

wait where tf is sister Winifred lmao, did she just scadaddle after compline? snuck out to see a heathen movie i bet  jk jk I’m sure she only sneaks to quality films

but then I say dumb shit like that ^ or even worse/more inappropriate & the sins return😂😂

There’s my bby Shelagh! And in uniform, love it. 😭😍

Whenever Shelagh goes back to work next series I hope we see more of her being a nurse cause I love it

Wild that the hospital was just not saying anything about the deformed babies

Sister J coming to the best detective in Poplar, Dr Watson aka Shelagh Turner aka secret agent Shealgh Turnova™ 😂😂 *forever one of my fave lines of hers*

Lmao Tim helping out old ladies, being a good seed & too perfect of a teen

But damn boy comb your hair!

“I haven’t boiled any urine today, nice to have a change of pace” Lol Babs😂😂

oh no she’s bleeding 😢

I’m having flashbacks to Shelagh’s threatened miscarriage like lets not go down that painful memory lane  

Sister J told Ruby it was a girl bc she knew she wanted a girl ughhh 😢

Ruby thinks it was a punishment 💔 ugh my heart & ugh again makes me think of when Shelagh thought she was being punished/greedy when they told her she couldn’t have a baby 💔

Stop the sadness I say, stop it now

“We haven’t got a fairy godmother between us” WHERE IS PHYLLIS WHEN SHE IS NEEDED?

And Poor what’s her name 💔💔

oh yea it’s Linda omg how could I forget that’s my Gram’s name

But Shelagh and Trixie are interacting!!

It’s about a patient but at least they’re speaking right .. LMAO BUT WAIT ILL NEVER BE OVER HORMONAL SHELGH YELLING AT TRIXIE ABOUT THE FAMILY PLANING CLINIC ENTRANCE

ALSO: I’LL KEEP SAYING IT TILL I DIE, ALL I WANT IS A TRIXIE & SHELAGH FRIENDSHIP! 😭😭💕💖💖 they’re my bbys and I’ve been asking nicely

shit ¡¡ @beatrix-franklin wrote a damn essay as to why we need/want it !!

PLS LET IT HAPPEN @ HEIDI & OTHER WRITERS😭💔

Shelagh’s grey cardigan is actually cute *she just doesn’t need anymore lol*

“What the poor pet really needs is a good cry, a bottle of aspirin and a hug in no particular order..but the hug is of prime importance”  you see. We could’ve have a cute scene of Trixie visiting Shelagh in the hospital & a little parallel of when she visited her in the sanatorium

or Just give me Trixie hugging Shelagh and I’ll cry of joy 😭💕

omg wait

shit I forgot Ian put his head in the oven

Angela playing on the floor !! So precious 💖

“..Don’t think they’d thank you for that Patrick, they’re both younger than me”  Lol I always laugh at that, it’s kinda cute. I like when Shelagh has funny lines , why didn’t Patrick say anything back 😂 there could’ve been cute playful banter. Even this series we could’ve heard him call her an elderly primigravida is a joking/playful banter context ..BUT at least we know now Shelagh is 36!

Yea man those bombs impacted multiple generations

“So World War II is history now is it?” I seriously love these little lines of Shelagh’s lol. Also funny how she prob sees her self as old, and she was what, like my age, when the war needed?? 18 or 19 depending on her birthday (We’d know but nonnatuns apparently don’t ever have birthdays)

Shit. Wait..I feel. Kinda strange and scary to think my future children will learn in school the events I’ve lived through so far ??

okay lets not think about that

what’s the sluice? I know he washes instruments but what exactly is the sluice? The room ? Idk

Aw Angela crying, one of the the only times we’ve heard her make a sound lol

WAIT HE COULD BE SUED FOR BREAKING THE ENGAGEMENT WHAT??

“How long have we been broken off?” “A year. To be precise a year and ten days”  I know they weren’t really a good match but aw 😭 it was nice while it lasted

Trixie Bby 💔💔 happiness is coming your way I promise

“I never know when I love you the most. But I sometimes think these are the times I love you best..”😭😭 BYE IM DEAD AGAIN & MY HEART EXPLODED AGAIN😭💔💕💕

thinking about it though, they’ve never actually said I love you properly, have they??

See Patrick’s little med school anecdote, can Shelagh share one anytime soon? About anything from her past, I’m just curious.

Was that just a piece of “in the mirror” or is it playing in my head? Honestly it happens quite often, I’ll swear I hear a song and it’s actually in my head

alright Ian so why were you marrying her? you switching it up kid

I’m calling him kid like he’s not probably older than me lmao

Phyllis in her robe I love it

Trixie serving yet another look™😍

I’m so glad Trixie gave Babs her “blessing” & became good friends. So pure, we don’t need any more women being put against each other

“Fuzzy felt apostles” WHY AM I LAUGHING AT THAT? It’s not even funny?

Now the service for a nun we never knew, filled with extra nuns we will never know or care about.

I love that the nurses are at the service lol, like they probably don’t have to be but still there for fam

& Shelagh there wearin a mantilla, so sweet😭💕

“God hugs you” aw sister MC 😭❤️

You gotta admit even if you aren’t religious this show does make you feel some type of faith

“We knew so little then, in a world that seems so filled of opening doors and bright horizons. We thought only of what was new and better because it was new and better. And it would take us to places we had never been before.” VANESSA😭 she never fails with the narration, never.

Trixie helping Babs fix her bracelet bc there’s no hard feelings and she’s happy for them aw

“..We couldn’t see what was coming or understand yet what had already come to pass, yet so much still to learn”

Oh shit that foreshadow was heavy, especially because it ends with a shot of baby cottinghams body in the box.

I don’t think I picked up on that the first time ..                                     Anyway it’s 1:15am I should go to bed I have class in the morning 😭😂

The End.🙃