#🎶 ‘cause i’m in too deep 🎶

[thetrinitytest]

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Hits Different

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: Reader gets jealous when some women start hitting on Aaron at the bar on their team night out

CW: drunk!Hotch, jealous!Reader, mentions of an unsub and murder, drinking, confessions, makeout, Hotch being handsy, kinda needy!Hotch?

a/n: I’m literally obsessed with Aaron Hotchner rn

title track 🎶🥂

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“No— I can’t,” you opposed as your coworkers decided to order another round of shots. Cheeks glowing as the alcohol seeped into you. Smiling as Derek put his arm around you and J.J. reached across the table to encourage you.

It was a Thursday night. You all had just gotten back from a week long endeavor in Utah. Local killer had his sight on some local young women. Killing them in some ritual style way that the drinks helped you fuzz the memory of. Luckily after you had addressed the public, he grew sloppy and was easily caught.

And now, back in your home state, you all crowded into a local bar to relax. And when the BAU “relaxed” it usually involved some heavy drinking.

“Shots! Shots! Sh-Shots!” Penelope and Emily chanted to the tune of the Lil Jon song. You laughed, a subtle snort escaping you. Rossi came back with the tray, beginning to pass them out to everyone.

Aaron Hotchner hovered behind him. Already having downed three glasses of scotch and beaming with alcohol on his face. It was a rare occasion that Hotch got drunk. Usually he just sipped at one drink while everyone else got themselves into trouble. But tonight he decided to let loose. Taking two glasses off the tray and squeezing in next to you in the already tight booth. Sitting them down in front of the two of you. Hooded eyes squinted upward in a closed-mouth smile as his eyebrows raised at you.

And you felt your face completely flush. Since your time at the BAU, you had developed a crush on your superior. Even if it was inappropriate and the age gap was a bit large, you still harbored feelings for him. And moments like this did not help.

Completely engulfed by the aroma of his cologne. Trying not to make it obvious you were smelling him. Hotch wrapped his arm around you absentmindedly. Leaning in and holding one of the glasses up to you. “Are you gonna do a shot with me?” His slightly slurred words melted against your skin. His voice somehow deeper and sultrier than ever. Everyone else was too distracted by the giggling of drunken excitement for more drinks to notice what was happening. It was like you two were alone for a moment.

You smiled, nodding slowly as he passed you the shot in his hand. Picking up the other and wrapping his arm around yours. Intertwined so that your hands were back against your own mouths. You were beyond flustered with the contact he was making with you. Hotch began counting down, both of you throwing the alcohol back on three.

Sucking your teeth as it burned down your throat. Hotch blew his breath out. You watched as his nose scrunched up at the taste. Shaking off the strong taste as Hotch leaned in against you. His head bumping against yours for a moment. Lips pressing against your ear in his drunk state.

“Want me to go get us som’more drinks? You like something more fruity, right?” Hotch suggested, deep voice ringing in your ear. The feeling of his lips grazing your skin had you sweating.

“Only if you’re buying,” you pulled at his tie softly. Causing his eyes to lock into yours, corner of his mouth curving up. His eyes scanned your figure momentarily before getting up and strutting over to the bar.

“Oh. My. God.” J.J.’s voice pulled you back from your staring problem you had with Hotch. You whipped your neck to face her, adjusting your posture in the seat. Shaking your head slightly, “What?”

“What was that about?” J.J. grinned brightly, eyes bouncing from Hotch to you.

“We were just doing some shots together,” you felt your face heating up again. Tongue coming out to wet your lips as your mouth ran dry.

“The only other instances of Hotch getting that close to any of us was when we were hurt,” Spencer chimed in with his analytical sounding tone. Still as smart as ever even while drunk.

“Oh God, you guys,” you shook your head and scooted out of the booth. Stretching your legs for the first time tonight. Hands resting on the table as you got closer to the opposing side. Being eye-to-eye with J.J. and Spencer, “You guys know he acts different when he’s relaxed. It’s nothing.”

Spencer and J.J. exchanged a look of uncertainty. Neither of them believing what you had just said. Rolling your eyes at their smirking expressions. Catching on easily to the feelings you had for your boss.

Downside of having friends who are profilers.

“Drop it,” you pointed at them with two fingers. Your friends began snickering and laughing. You could not help but smile back at them. Laughter was contagious when you were intoxicated. You turned to meet your crush at the bar.

You froze.

Some woman was cuddled up with Hotch at the bar. Breasts peaking out of the top of her thin shirt, curled hair falling below her shoulders, and a beautiful face of makeup. Your heart sank down to your ankles. Watching as her hand trailed his chest. Watching how her perfectly glossed lips popped as she spoke to him inaudibly.

Worst of all: his smile.

SSA Hotchner tended to be gruff and stern. Brooding and unreadable. Purely business around you and the other members of the BAU. Stoic and distant. Something you all agreed was so he did not get overly attached, just in case something happened to one of you. Rarely smiling other than seeing his sweet son, Jack.

Guess tonight was different.

Rosey cheeks and perfect teeth painted his expression. Eyes locked in on the woman before him. Your hands began shaking at your sides. If it was not a cartoon cliche, you would have had smoke coming out of your ears. Teeth grinding together behind tightly pierced lips.

Rethinking any hints he may have given you. Feeling like you had fooled yourself into a crush. Angry that some random bitch woman was getting too friendly with Hotch.

Unable to take it anymore. Jealousy brewing inside you, ready to overflow. You marched up to the bar, immediately pulling Hotch’s attention from the woman.

“Sorry to interrupt—“

“Hi, Y/N,” Hotch smiled at you. Causing butterflies to flutter in your intestines. Especially with the casualty of your first name.

God, he was drunk.

“SSA Y/L/N,” you extended your hand out to the woman, lip twitching when she shined her perfect smile. Flaring your nostrils and locking your jaw when your hand met hers.

“Hi! I’m Hope,” her peppy attitude made you sick to your stomach. Trying your best to fake your expression. Anger causing a slight shake to your demeanor.

“Right…” you trailed off, looking at Hotch whose eyes had not left you yet, “Hotch—“

“C’mon, Y/N. You can call me Aaron here,” he leaned in and whispered to you. Chills ran down your entire body when the heat from his lips radiated against your skin. Swallowing the lump in your throat.

Oh, he was REALLY drunk.

“Aaron,” you started, watching him smile at you saying his first name, “Did you get my drink?”

Hotch’s hand came up cupping his cheek as his eyes squinted, “Oh my God. That’s why I came up here. I totally forgot—“

“Don’t worry about it, Hotch,” your frustration took over your attitude. Fists clinching at your sides. Feeling tears beginning to burn behind your eyes. Deciding to storm off without the drink. Heading towards the long corridor to the bathrooms.

“Y/N—“ Hotch reached out to you with a confusion behind his tone. Not caring enough to listen to whatever excuse his drunken self was gonna give you. Trying your best not to make a scene so none of your coworkers would notice and come after you. Really just needing to be alone.

You leaned against the cold wall, hands holding onto each of your arms. Head resting against the brick of the dimly lit hallway. Fighting your eyes that begged to leak with your feelings. And you felt stupid. Did you really think your own boss would be interested in you? Enough to not get distracted by the beautiful woman at the bar? Please.

Feeling suddenly sober at the heartbreak in your chest. Hands coming up to cover your redening face. Embarrassed that you had even toyed with the notion. Knowing it was completely against protocol to fraternize with coworkers. Let alone with your superior—

“Y/N?” Hotch’s somber voice broke you away from the thoughts filling your mind.

You blinked your eyes open. Manually breathing as your shoulders rose and fell. Controlling the water that begged to pour from your eyes. Clicking your tongue as you spoke, “Hotch.”

“I told you, you could call me Aaron here,” he leaned against the wall beside you. Arms folded over his broad chest. Pondering the informality before looking back to him.

“I thought you saved that for pretty girls at the bar,” you half-heartedly smiled. Flaring your nostrils as you contorted your face to hide your frown.

Hotch laughed, bearing that smile that had you seeing stars. Eyes closing for a moment, giving you the opportunity to linger in it. Enjoying him being this casual with you.

“Is that not what you are?” Hotch asked.

You whipped your head to look at him again. Brows furrowed tightly together as your mouth hung open in confusion. “What?”

Hotch rose a brow, “Are you not a pretty girl? At the bar with me right now?”

You blinked as you stammered, “I— Not like… I mean— not like that girl at the bar…” You trailed off completely dumbfounded by his statement. Hotch watched you with a smile. His own cheeks still red.

“You think I’m pretty?” You finally formed a cohesive sentence unable to stop your mouth from curving into a smile.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Hotch’s hooded eyes stared into yours. Taken aback by that. Questioning for a moment if he was mocking you. Realizing by his expression he was not.

“You’re drunk, Hotch—“

“Aaron,” he corrected, “And, yeah I am drunk. But just drunk enough to finally be honest with you about that.” Hotch’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lip. Hand coming up and rubbing his neck at his confession.

“You didn’t have to come back here just to try and make me feel better. You were having a good chat with that woman at the bar. She was so beautiful, and made you smile, and not a part of the BAU, and—“ you covered your mouth getting embarrassed and shameful.

Hotch’s hand caressed your cheek. Pulling you back to him. His brows laid flat against his eyes. Lips pressed firmly together, watching his throat bob with the swallow he took. Thumb rubbing circles into your warm cheek, swiping away the singular line of tears that streamed down.

“I’m sorry— it’s the alcohol, that’s why I’m crying—“

Hotch cut you off by pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. Your eyes flew open. Hand gently resting against his chest as you savored the feeling of his lips on yours. Feeling your breath hitch in your throat and heart swell.

“You taste so sweet,” Hotch groaned, both hands gripping your face now. The primal noises he made causing arousal to swirl around your belly. Feeling its residue stick to your panties. His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck. Nipping against your soft skin as his hands roamed down the backside of your body. Gasping when his large hands groped your ass.

“I get chit-chatty when I’m drunk. That girl at the bar didn’t matter at all,” Hotch promised against your skin with kisses breaking up his sentences.

“You won’t even remember this in the morning,” you giggled when he took your earlobe between his teeth. Feeling a somberness sinking into your gut.

“How could I forgot this?” Hotch breathed into your ear. Sounding like he was desperate and almost completely out of breath, “Forget about you?”

Hotch pulled back to look into your eyes. Really taking in your face before him. Your eyes kept darting between his and his lips. Smiling when you could still taste him on your lips.

You pressed up on your toes, lips meeting his again. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Sloppily intertwining together. Huffs and grunts coming from Hotch as he pulled your front flush against his. You blushed at the feeling of his bulge.

“What about the team?” You questioned as the weight of the situation became suddenly apparent.

“I don’t care about them right now,” Hotch pressed his lips back to yours. Kissing away any fear or dread that was in your mind. Completely consuming you. Smiling as you both allowed hands to roam the other’s body.

You broke the kiss momentarily, “So— wait— you mean Rossi thinks I’m pretty too?” You teased him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Watch it,” Hotch smiled with a playful aggression on his tone, capturing you back in a kiss. Laughing together as you pressed lips together.

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[END//?]

// Thank you so much for reading! I’m having such a blast writing for Hotch right now. Honestly, I’m think about making a smutty part 2 to this fic if anyone was interested. If you have requests or want to be tagged in any future Fics, let me know! //

{tags}

@megangovier ~ @bondwithme-murderstyle ~ @boybandbaby ~ @hoffmanfan13 ~ @justyourusualash ~ @mrs-ssa-hotch ~

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day 9: Dancing

Ruby:Zzzzz

🎶🎶🎶~

Ruby:Zzzzz

🎶🎶🎶~!

It wasn’t often Ruby woke up grumpy, but today might be an exception. The sound of music was a beautiful thing. However, waking up at 10am on a weekend was a crime. The huntress opened her eyes and turned over in bed to find her partner missing. Against her will, she sat up and accepted the soft lighting seeping through the curtains. She just might fight Jaune today.

The girl slowly got out of their warm and cozy bed to go down stairs wear the source of the music was. It was only right that Jaune was a morning person. The world had to give him something Ruby would find unacceptable. At least it wasn’t pineapple on pizza. Still, it was ten in the morning!

The culprit of her awakening came into view halfway down the stairs. Draped in a cleaning apron and armed with a duster, the man swayed his hips around the apartment and hummed before the dust bunnies. He was really getting into it. How long has he been cleaning? The place was spotless. His head continued to bob and his footwork got fancier as the chorus kicked in. Try as she might, Ruby couldn’t fight the smile creeping up on her face.

Ruby: I did in fact ask for this life.

Jaune: 🎶It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new life… *turns head* !? For me~🎶 *holds out hand*

Ruby:*red* Oh boy…

Jaune:🎶And I’m feeling good~🎶

He dropped the duster and literally swept Ruby off her feet and into his arms, twirling her into waltzing position. She didn’t dare stop his antics but she didn’t have the energy for it either. Ruby let him lead completely, her body swaying to his movements almost like a marionette; it was getting incredibly hard to act unamused. He pulled her in close for head to lay on his chest as their dance continued.

Jaune:Good morning~

Ruby:You are so ridiculous. How are you so active so soon?

Jaune:I woke up and saw the cutest face next to me.

Ruby:I find that hard to believe since my pillow had drool on it.

Jaune:Since when have I hated the sight of you drooling?

Ruby:*red* Okay mister, I will step on your feet. I haven’t had any coffee yet and you’re cracking jokes.

She was twirled again before being lead into the kitchen over by the breakfast bar. Her boyfriend finally let her go so she could sit down. Ruby looked over at the coffee pot to fill it, only to see it was hot and ready. The sound of the microwave opening turned her head towards it to see Jaune walking to her with a plate of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon french toast. He placed it right in front of her, gave her a mug, then kissed her softly before going back to cleaning.

Okay, so living with a morning person wasn’t the worst thing ever. Ruby’s face was absolutely flushed. He literally spun her into a good mood. He even had the sugar and cream out! Ruby made her special brew and watched the man continue this work.

Ruby:It’s dangerous to treat me this well. You better be careful.

Jaune:You say that like you’re not already crazy about me.

Ruby:I can get crazier. The well is deep and my love is vast.

Jaune:Same here. All this is just a little reminder. Plus this place had to get cleaned anyways.

Ruby:I’ll help when I’m done.

Jaune:No need. This was actually the last thing. I turned on the music cause I was done and ready to wake you.

Ruby:Oh…then I guess I’ll enjoy a shower after this.

Jaune:Sounds like a plan.

Ruby:You’ll be there too. I’ll clean you up.

Jaune:An even better plan! *starts dancing again*

Ruby:Pfft, I love you. *swaying*

Jaune:Now you’re feeling it! I love you too.

Ruby took a sip of her coffee and kept swaying as she ate a delicious breakfast. Who knew love could be this melodic? She just might be dancing for the rest of her life.

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 In the desert you can't remember your name 'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

It had been months of looking for work, of walking the compacted sands and hot asphalt of Strangerville as Antoine’s hopes dwindled closer to nothing. The most recent shop that turned him away had given him directions to a ranch so deep in the valley he hadn’t even known anything was there before. He had second guessed going at all, wondering if it was a fool’s errand or a disgruntled local’s cruel idea of a joke. 

But as he walked onto the plateau that spanned the top of the landscape, his worries melted into stunned silence. It was like a different world, suspended above the one below with vistas so grand he didn’t know they could possibly exist in this world. As though his wonder couldn’t grow, he suddenly heard neighing that he recognized from his fondest memories.

There was no word for the horses other than magnificent, no way for him to express how much they fulfilled every dream he ever had of this place or every feeling of freedom he expected to find here. They seemed to live the way he wanted to, simply existing in the hot desert air without any bounds placed upon their heads.

“Hey, mister! Mister! You looking for work or somethin’?”

Antoine pulled his eyes away from the horses begrudgingly, toward the voice that had spoken to him. It was a lone man across the enclosure, his heavy boots marking every step he took across the sand toward where Antoine stood. 

For a moment, Antoine smiled at him. When he left New Orleans he had never expected to see anyone here who looked like him, and the unexpected presence of another black man immediately made him feel more comfortable, “I am, sir. Work on your ranch. I was told you were looking for help.”

Antoine’s relief quickly dissipated as the man narrowed his eyes and spit into the sand, “Well that was before all you Okies started passing through. You know I’ve got a family to feed too right? I can’t just hand out jobs to every straggler who walks by.”

For a moment Antoine went to respond, but he could see the purposefully hardened expression tighten on the man’s face, so he simply tipped his hat and walked away.

Before he could take ten steps a small, breathless child ran in front of him, “Sir, wait! My momma just finished a loaf of bread, if you wanna come inside! She can spare a slice or two and maybe some jam, maybe…”

Before he could finish a loud voice boomed from behind him, “William you leave that man alone, you hear? I’m sorry, mister. My son, he’s a bit soft hearted, I’m afraid.”

Antoine looked down at the boy and smiled, “That’s alright, I’ve got a girl just about your age. Her name is Violette. But you tell your momma to save that bread for someone who really needs it, alright, son? I’ll be just fine.”

The sound of heavy boots approached again, and the man put his arm around his son before looking back up at Antoine, “You ain’t no Okie, are you? Not with that voice. Where are you from, anyway?”

“New Orleans. We have a farmhouse down the way, just before town.” 

“New Orleans, huh?” The man looked back down at his son with a whistle, as though the words themselves were foreign and impressive. Then he gave him a quick tap on the back, “Go back inside to your Momma, Will. Tell her I’ll be in shortly.”

As his small feet ran away, the man looked back at Antoine, “Listen here, I’m Abraham. I don’t have much, not enough to guarantee pay week by week, but at least it’s something. And your girl, Violette you said? She’s welcome to eat here if you need. My wife works down at the schoolhouse but she’s a mighty cook. We can get you set up with schooling too. But don’t expect much else; I reckon the pay round here isn’t gonna get much better with time.”

It was a better offer than Antoine had heard since he arrived, and pay seemed inconsequential next to that fact that Violette wouldn't have to go hungry again; maybe she could even have a friend in this lonely and foreign place. He looked down at the the man’s hand extended in front of him and reached out to it like a lifeline, “I’ll take it, sir.”

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[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics based on Taylor Swift songs as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🎶 would it be enough if i could never give you peace? by hemakeshimstrongx

(M, 129k, Taylor & Travis au) Harry's fresh off a break up when the media starts shoving a romance that does not exist down his throat, and the throats of everyone in the entire world. When he starts chatting with the footballer stuck in the middle of all this with him, Harry ends up experiencing something he'd never anticipated, and certainly had never felt before

🎶 The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything

(E, 109k, cheating) Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

🎶 even if it’s just pretend (say you'll remember me) by sideofzemblanity

(E, 45k, hate to love) an enemies to lovers au based on taylor swift's wildest dreams

🎶 it always leads to you (in my hometown) by InsightfulInsomniac / @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 40k, Christmas) A holiday story of returning home — not just to a place, but also to a person. ‘tis the damn season and This Love inspired AU.

🎶 the road not taken by teenytinytomlinson / @hs3lt2

(E, 35k, Christmas) the one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired au.

🎶 it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(E, 21k, coworkers) the childhood friends to strangers to coworkers to enemies to lovers fic that you never knew you needed

🎶 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 17k, girl direction) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

🎶 i just wanted you to know (this is me trying) by harrysboy / @calumsboy

(M, 7k, baking) the one where louis bakes to express his love, and harry can't bake for shit, but he still tries.

🎶 Castles Crumbling by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 6k, omegaverse) Being an unmated Omega and a king, Harry came under a lot of scrutiny. But when he makes a deal with Scotland, his world comes crashing down.

🎶 in a different life (we would've been timeless) by liberty_barnes / @liberty-barnes

(T, 6k, historical) Five lives in which Harry and Louis met and the one where they got their happy ending.

🎶 So It Goes... by ThoseFookin_Avacados / @harrystomlinson

(T, 5k, spy au) “I’m going to kill you.” “Go right ahead, love.”

🎶 Red by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 4k, exes) All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone. But when the pain is too much to handle on his own, he calls the one person who understands how this feels.

🎶 Twenty Stitches In A Hospital Room by betty_and_i

(NR, 3k, paramedic Harry) H is a paramedic and him and L broke up a few months ago over something stupid which caused them to not talk again. Fastforward L is in a situation that causes someone needing to call the paramedics for him and H is the one to be there at the scene

🎶 Electric Touch by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 3k, omegaverse) Harry had given up on love, until his friend Zayn sets him up on a blind date with Louis.

🎶 Timeless by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 3k, omegaverse) After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

🎶 Lights Are So Bright by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 2k, famous/famous) Newly first-string quarterback Louis Tomlinson mentions enough times in interviews that he's a fan of mega-famous popstar Harry Styles that people start to notice. At least one person does...

🎶 'Tis the Damn Season by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(M, 2k, exes) The door will open and he’ll smile wide and genuine at the people who raised him, his teary-eyed mother and rosey-face step-father. He won’t think about the cabin in the woods again until next December.

🎶 You are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by @dreaminrainbows

(M, 2k, pining) Louis is a hot bartender and Harry is pathetically in love with him

🎶 I Don’t Want You Like A Best Friend by temptationaccomplished

(M, 2k, established relationship) “I only bought those shorts so you could take them off.” He whispers.

🎶 Are We In the Clear by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox

(M, 1k, historical) Louis and Harry meet across a crowded court at a time when falling in love would mean their destruction. With help from a friend, they run for their freedom.

🎶 i see sparks fly whenever you smile by sbreadyn

(T, 1k, New Year's Eve) It's New Year's Eve. Louis's running late because Niall took his car. Harry only agrees to go out because of Zayn and Liam.

- Rare Pairs -

🎶 Taylor Swift Has Probably Written A Song About This Feeling by neerdowellwolf

(E, 20k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick isn't sure how he ended up fooling around with Louis Tomlinson and he's definitely not sure when he fell in love.

[accio-victuuri]

marie claire cpns by xiao zhan 🤍

let’s start with this one first, i will definitely do a separate cpn analysis of wyb’s songs and the MV, god i hope there’s a music video and we’re not just hoping for nothing. lol. anyway, i started with pointing out the jewelry which turned out to not be that big of a deal as i thought it was. but that’s the reality of clowning. this post is about the shoot itself and the interview.

as usual, all of these are speculations/interpretations of someone with a bxg lens on. 😎

starting off with the photo i used for this post. i’m sure most of us noticed the similarities between the shoot. tho the b&w were very few and that tank top! the long hair! can you believe, after all the hair disasters we’ve been through with this two— that we will get them in magazine covers with long luscious hair? in the year 2023? we are so blessed! i hope this trend doesn’t get banned or something cause i love it. here’s one more! they look so good! 💦💦💦

we have also caught on the art director for their shoots is the same person. you can say that marie claire is not as personal as working on yibo’s single but the this is not the first time that this happened. and it’s one of those cpns that we think they recommend stuff to each other and that includes people and companies they can use for certain projects. ✌🏼

there are elements of the plane and dreams, which are cpns we hade before but i won’t say much cause i think that’s really more of the magazine’s concept. i don’t think xz will have that much say on that and he only showed up their to shoot and interpret the concept the best way he can.

the meat 🥩 is truly in the interview. it’s a long one that talked about his career and personal life so let’s see what he said. 💭

Xiao Zhan held up a handheld fan to dry the sweat from the filming. When the photographer signaled the start, he stepped forward, stepped back, walked again, and continued to retreat.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Is this the 380 yuan fan wyb gave you? It’s just too funny that it’s the first thing the interviewer wrote about.

What he shares is only his sincere daily feelings.

"Don't you think that the emotions between people have never changed? Old movies will always be read and watched, and old songs will always be listened to over and over again, because the emotions sung by truly classic works remain unchanged through the ages. Only sincerity can move people."

This really stood out to me, the message of sincerity. It’s something that both of them has talked about and especially WYB. Bobo was big on sincerity during Hidden Blade’s run and it’s nice to see the same thoughts come up in XZ’s interview. They really have the same view in life and it’s why they are loved by many. Also thinking about emotions that don’t change is so them. After so many years, their love remains strong.

Old songs? My mind immediately went to Wuji. Lol. because personally, that song will always make me feel the love!

Almost every time he shoots a movie, he has a routine: dreaming. I dreamed about memorizing lines, dreaming about acting against a director, or even dreaming about taking a math test, but couldn’t solve any of the questions on the paper, and then I woke up with a start.

Dreaming! The lyrics for Everything is Lovely 🎶 has the same thought as this. WYB saying he loves to dream.

Deep down in his heart, he does not regard himself as a qualified actor, but always puts himself in the position of a newcomer, with an attitude of learning and exploration. Therefore, every time he goes to a crew, he has the experience of starting all over again.

Another same outlook as WYB. They never see themselves as the best in the room, there will always be something new to learn. They are not afraid to look at things with fresh eyes and like a child.

As for what role he most wants to play, Xiao Zhan said: "I have been mentioning it for many years, a cute and charming villain, if I get the chance."

I’m adding it here cause at this point someone should cast him as this type of villain already 😂 WYB sort of got this with Mister Ye but I hope XZ gets his dream role!

Xiao Zhan seems to have a special sense of time. He is nostalgic. Whether singing in variety shows and evening parties, or listening to them in private, he always has a preference for old songs. They are memorable, rich in meaning, and give him space to think.

I have always seen this with XZ, how his taste leans towards the older stuff. It’s so interesting cause WYB has recently been into old rock songs. I wonder if they share songs and what their updated playlist is. WYB can now related to XZ’s old songs! Maybe this is an indirect influence.

During his spare time, he just works out and watches movies. He never regards watching movies as a task. He watches everything regardless of genre, whether it is popular movies such as popcorn movies or niche movies such as art films.

Yes. Yes. ZZ & WYB are not the only people in the world who loves to watch movies. But this little tidbit coming out when we just had that info about WYB watching a shit ton of movie. They don’t even have to be together, we had fake rumors before that they watch movies together even if they are apart. Whether that’s them on the phone/video while the movie plays or recommending movies then discussing it later. 🎬

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[honoviadakai]

What you favorite Hazbin hotel song says about you 😈🎶😇

(This list includes songs from the pilot as well as a few others that are not official but are near and dear to the fandom's collective heart)

I’m always chasing rainbows 🌈:

…so how’s your relationship with your parents?

You have a good heart but you’re way too hard on yourself

You don’t always have to be busting your ass off, taking breaks is not a crime

Also failing is not the end of the world

I believe in you, please be kinder to yourself

Inside of every demon is a rainbow 🌈 😈:

Golden retriever energy

You are so sweet but so naive

I honestly feel like if this is your fav song, I could spit in your meal and you'd just smile and get a new plate

It's ok to go apeshit

If you did ever get mad I genuinely feel like you'd be absolutely terrifying

But you're such a sweet person, i can't imagine someone pushing you to that point

Inside of every demon is a lost cause/Alastor's reprise 🎶👿:

You're a cynical bastard and you wear that shit like a badge of honor

You're on the same page as Alastor in terms of redemption being impossible/pointless

If this song is your favorite, you laugh at children when they fall over

very loudly

You're the one in your friend group that everyone has to warn about before introducing you to new people

You receive the bombastic side eye so often you smile every time it happens

ADDICT🕸️🚬:

You need a hug

All of the hugs

You're doing your best and I just want you to know I'm proud of you

Vox's Interlude📺🎶:

You like Dubstep

You like Dubstep to a concerning degree

You're also disappointed Vox doesn't have the same voice effect in cannon that he has in the song

You're a Vox simp, but you're really chill about it

Royal Flush🥃♥️♠️♦️♣️:

Hello my fellow Pansexuals and Husk Fans~

If this if your favorite song, you're a Mick Lauer fan and you were sad to hear he wasn't coming back to the official series and it made you even more jaded than you already were(I feel you)

You're also a fan of Johnathan Young and Rock music

You lowkey giggle every time you hear the "every hole is a goal" line

You probably have a sever resting bitch face that scares ppl sometimes, but deep down you're a softy

A jaded softy, but a softy

Radio Play📻🎶:

Hello Alastor fans that lament the recasting of Edward Bosco

Hello Black Gyrph0n fans that think he's not receiving enough recognition

How deep in the financial debt hole are you because of your love of Alastor and new found desire to have a retro 30's aesthetic once this song dropped?

You have good taste in music but I feel like you'd say out of pocket shit on accident

You probably know how to do the Charleston pretty well and that's pretty cool

Redemption arc🙏🎶:

Hello my depressed gifted child burnouts and Elise Lovelock fans

You're a girlboss, you really are, but I need you to take more breaks and drink more water

You strike me as someone who takes the phrase "act your wage" as a suggestion at best

If over thinking was an Olympic sport, you'd win gold, silver ans bronze

stop trying to carrying other people's baggage on top of your own, that's not building character, its building more work for your therapist

Assuming you've even allowed yourself to see one!

Insane🦌🔪:

You're unhinged

like Niffty levels unhinged

but you have good taste in music

You're also a very vocal Alastor fan

You need to be watched 24/7 because you strike me as someone who'd commit war crimes for fun

Eyes on me📺🥲:

You like Techno a normal amount

you're probably a Bo Burnham fan

You also give the vibe that you like anime like Evangalion

as well as the vibe of hiding behind a chill facade even though you're kinda depressed

you also give the impression that you're into enemies to lovers and once sided pining in romance

You ship Vox x Alastor in a wholesome way and you're foaming at the mouth for their backstory

You hate Val(as you should)

Change the order 👑🪽:

You lament that Lucifer doesn't have a British accent

You HEAVILY lament Lucifer not being a heartless asshole

You oh so desperately wanna see Lucifer and Lilith in their prime/as a united power couple

You have slight daddy issues

You're also probably someone who grew up with some religious trauma

You're in your villain arc but it's mostly yo protect yourself

i highly suggest getting a dog, a rubber duck collection and a therapist

Get hooked🚬🦋:

Your search history is not suitable for human eyes

You definitely have daddy issues

You desperately wanna see Val on the poles

You're fun at partied but you cannot be left unsupervised under any circumstances

You radiate bad bitch energy but I feel like you'd apologize to a kindly janitor if you had to walk on a floor they just finished mopping

You can run in heels and I respect that immensely

Smile like you mean it😁🦌:

I get it! You love Alastor! Please lower your voice a tad friend!

It's concerning how quick you'd sell your soul to this man

You like jazz unironically(nice)

You wanna experience one of Al's radio shows

...I'm not entirely sure if you wanna hear it or be the victim...and that deeply concerns me

Use me up🕷️🥲:

You wanna see Angle Dust fuck shit up(same)

You don't make friends easily but you're the loyalest son of a bitch anyone could ever have and more people need to recognize that

You probably had a really rough childhood

You give ppl middle fingers and sass the way Oprah gave out cars back in the day

You just want a hug, someone to say they're proud of you(I'm proud of you friend) and a month long nap

We're sure to drown🐈‍⬛🥃🥺:

Hello again my fellow Pansexuals and Husk fans

Specifically the ones with severe depression, trust issues and think mixing Tequila and monster energy drinks will help with the abandonment issues

yeah, i see you, put the bottle down mf

get therapy, this a threat

You're so cynical that even shadow the hedgehog would ask if you're ok

asking for help doesn't make you weak fam, i get where your coming from but you need a good plucking you prickly cactus

oddly enough, you give the best advice to the few friends you keep in your circle but take none of your own advice

You listen to country rock with lyrics so sad that everyone in the car with you immediately get concerned

definitely a cat person

POP!👁️💥:

You either wanna be stepped on or do the stepping on

You probably watched Black Lagoon and loved Revy

If you don't know what I'm talking about, look her up, that's your type

Low key probably a pyromaniac

You're that one friend that's ALWAYS ready to punch your friend's ex's in the face

Honestly, I feel like you're scrappy enough to fist fight god with the confidence of someone who thinks they have a shot at winning

My machine 🐍 ⚙️:

You were really excited to see Pentious be one of the show's antagonists

You're still a little bitter about not getting your mad scientist, steam punk, snake man

You did love his War General outfit though

You probably really like shows like Arcane

You really wanted 'Enemies to lovers' CherriSnake or platonic/rivals CherriSnake

You probably have reptile as a pet

most likely a snake

Happy day in hell🎶🎤:

You're a basic Broadway bitch but your optimism is a tad infectious so I'll let it slide

You're a tad too optimistic though

Like, to a concerning degree

Someone could punch you and you'd ask them if they were ok despite having a split lip

you're definitely a workaholic

take that PTO sweetie, work will be there when you come back

Hell is forever😇😈:

you either really like Alex Brightman or you LOVE villains

you also love rock

You kicked your feet like a love sick when Adam did the guitar solo bit

Probably a fan of bands like Skillet

You have religious trauma but your coping mechanism is to crack jokes about it

some of them are probably inappropriate

Stayed gone📺🦌:

You ship Vox x Alastor a "normal" amount

You'd sell your soul for Vox and Al to have more duets together

You're probably a Vox simp

If you're not, its cuz you're an Al simp

You giggled at "That's the tea"

You also drooled at Al's demon form towards the end of the song

It starts with sorry🐍🥹:

friend, you are way too forgiving

someone could steal your life's savings and I feel like you'd just let them have it because "they probably need it more"

You were very proud of Pentious

Respectless💅📱:

You radiate chihuahua energy

You are 5'2 or smaller and 90 lbs soaking wet

someone need to make sure you don't run these streets lawless

don't get me wrong

You are absolutely a bad bitch that serves cunt like a 5 star restaurant serves gourmet steak

but you're gonna say the wrong thing to the wrong person one day

you cannot afford to fuck around and find out when they're over 5'9 my friend, sit down please

Whatever it takes🦋🩰:

you're the eldest child of your family aren't you

You don't need to prioritize everyone before yourself!

Love yourself first damn it!

You probably like Milfs or goths

You also probably wish Zestial had more songs

I have a feeling your favorite Disney movie is Encanto...

Poison🚬🕷️🥺:

Holy fuck you need a hug

You're either a survivor of some kind or life has just been kicking you in the balls for no god damn reason

Come here, I'm adopting you and making sure you're actually happy

You're low key an amazing dancer

literally one of the best people to be friends with

Loser Baby🐈‍⬛🕷️:

hello my fellow queers, Keith David fans, Blake Roman fans and Huskerdust shippers

You are a connoisseur of slow burn romance

You're probably a depressed hopeless romantic

friend, if you want the Husker to your dust...the loser to your baby...you gotta talk to people...

go touch grass

you're that one friend who bullies your bestie but that's cuz that your guy's love language

If anyone messed with your bestie, you'd fight that person to the death the way Husk and Angel did to those loan sharks

Hell's greatest dad🪽🦌:

You either beef with ppl for fun or you're a very flamboyant theater kid

Its probably both tbh

You probably fell in love with the blonde short king after this song

You ship Radioapple

you want a sitcom ft Radioapple and you'd sell your soul to get it

Your fav Disney movie is probably Aladdin

You totally play "HaHA! Fuck you..." on repeat

More than anything🪽😭:

So how's your relationship with your dad...

You cried so hard to this song that it scared you

grab the tissues, get your coziest blanket and go get your favorite treat

and some therapy

Welcome to Heaven😇🎶:

Emily is your favorite character

Your gaydar was going off when St. Peter started existing

Your a chill person

A little too chill though…

You might still be an active member of your community

Ya might wanna consider reducing your hours, there is such a thing as too much loyalty

Treat yourself to a vacation

You didn't know😧🪽:

Hello fellow black sheep of the family with severe religious trauma

You freaked the fuck out when the “If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie” line dropped

You felt so vindicated after this song and honestly, same

You LOVED Emily by the end of this song

Out for love 💗 🩰:

You like MILFs

You want Carmilla to kick/step on you

You’re either a magical girl fan, a fan of Latin music or both

You cheered so hard for Vaggie at the end you definitely got a noise complaint 🤣

Ready for this🎤⚔️:

You have anxiety

Your favorite character is probably Charlie

Your favorite movie is probably Marry Poppins or something in the same time period/genre

You’ve dealt with Karen’s before and watching Susan become tolerable was so satisfying for you

You want Alastor and Rosie to adopt you

More than anything(reprise):

You're the poster child of sappy hopeless romantics

You cried a little from joy here

You’re definitely not straight

You want this moment, go get yourself a Vaggie cuz you’re definitely gonna be the Charlie of the relationship

Finale🎶🎆:

You're the ultimate theater kid

This song hit all the sweet spots in your depressed brain for you

Let’s be honest, your favorite part of the song was either the Vees or Alastor

It’d your favorite part was with the Vees, your a huge chaos gremlin

You cannot be trusted with information but you’re very fun at parties

If your favorite part was Alastor’s part, get therapy

If you related to that part on a spiritual level, you mask so hard I’d believe you if you said you were born wearing a mask

[matthewscherrypie]

༊*·˚ the cut that always bleeds.. 🩸🩹 M.S

W A R N I N G S: angst, situationship, sex, alcohol, smoking, kinda toxic Matt?, fighting, swearing, no happy ending

S U M M A R Y: friends with benefits with Matt turns into the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever experienced when you catch feelings but he doesn’t.

THIS IS MY WORK, MY IDEA, NO STEALING !!

4 months ago..

Matt’s hands roamed all over my body, touching every crevice on me, while he pumped in and out of me repeatedly, it was a heavenly feeling I could not get enough of.

After that night, we both agreed it would not be the last time.

It just kept happening, i would find myself in his bed almost every night, and i would find us hooking up at every party we showed up to together.

We agree’d no strings attached, but I can’t help but fall for him more and more every day.

Now..

Matt cleans you up with the rag that was already laying on his floor from yesterday, “I think I’m gonna go” you say, as he stands up and throws the rag in the laundry.

“Why?” He asks. Deep down in your head you know why. You cannot lay on his chest while he plays with your hair again, you cannot go on another late drive to get food and have a deep talk together again, you just can’t.

Your heart falls in love with him a little more every time you spend time with him, “i just need to leave” you say.

“Well okay, bye y/n.” He says while kissing your cheek.

You let out a quick “bye” while tying on your shoes and heading out the door.

You get in your car and start heading towards your apartment which you shared with your best friend Ava.

Ava was the only one who knew about your feelings for Matt, and it was gonna stay that way. Right..?

🎶 I can’t be your lover on a leash, every other week when you please. 🎶

“I just can’t do it anymore Ava” you say while eating ice cream sitting on your shared couch. “I wanted nothing more but to just hold him and kiss him but I know if I would, it would just kill me even more.”

“You have to let him go” Ava says, “no no, I can get over these stupid feelings I know I can.” “I just can’t let him go” you say.

You feel a buzz in the pocket of your baggy sweatpants, you grab your phone to see it’s Matt.

“You have to ignore him girl” Ava says. “I know” you say.

No matter how much it pained you you know Ava is right. So you do just that, you ignore him.

Next thing you know you hear your phone start buzzing again, this time Matt is calling you.

You cant help yourself so you pick up.

“Hello?” Matt says with a confused tone in his voice

“Hey” you say.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” Matt says, sounding almost concerned.

“I just didn’t, why do you care so much” I say.

I dont wanna be rude, but if I wasn’t then I know I would end up just acting like his little side hoe again, and I couldn’t keep doing that.

“Wow someone’s grouchy” he says.

“Matt what do you want, why did you call”

“Why are you getting so upset with me?” Matt says.

“Did I do something”

“Matt just leave me alone.” I say while hanging up.

- - -

🎶 cause you keep me on a rope, and tied a noose around my throat. 🎶

Fuck me. I think to myself, as I stand in this random persons house, at a party I was invited too last minute.

“Cmonnn, you gotta loosen up a bit” Madi says. I know she’s right, but all I wanna do is look for Matt and lay on his chest while his soft gentle fingers run through my hair.

“Maybe you could find someone else to hook up with even” Ava says. “Okay..fineee” I say.

While glancing around the room trying to find someone at least a little attractive, I see Matt with a random blonde tracing his tattoos and giving him “fuck me” eyes.

I move my eyes down a little bit and see his hand on her ass. Fuck, I think to myself.

As the tears start forming at my eyes, I feel my chest start to tighten.

I run through the crowd trying not to make it obvious that I’m upset, until I find a door and open it, only to find 2 random people fucking each other. “Sorry!” I say while storming out.

I find another door and open it, thank god nobody’s in this one. My back hits the door and I slide down it while heavy sobs escape my mouth.

I hear a knock at the door, “hey y/n you in there?” I hear from a familiar voice, Matt’s voice.

I try to stay silent but then once I feel the door push my back foward, I realize that I forgot to lock the door.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The words escape his mouth so easily, yet effect me so much.

“I’m fine, Matt really just leave me alone” I say.

“No, what is wrong? It’s obvious I did something.” He says.

I’m in love with you Matt. I wanna say, but of course, I don’t.

“Did you not fin- fuck y/n you didn’t finish did you.” He says.

“Oh my god Matt yes I fucking finished dumbass” I say.

“I think you just need to loosen up” he says, picking me off the ground gently

Before I know it, he turns me around an slams me against the door

He slowly lifts up my dress with his hands, and moves my underwear to the side.

Without a warning, he inserts 2 fingers into me. “Fuck matt” I say.

“Now.. you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He says.

“It’s nothing I’m just going through a tough time right now” I say, breathing heavily and trying not to moan.

- - -

🎶you know what your doing when your coming back, and I don’t wanna have another heart attack🎶

He puts my clothing back on, kissing all over my body. “So pretty” he says. “And your all mine” he says. Killing me

“fuck I love you” he says. Killing me.

I agree to go back to his house and hangout for a bit. I knew I shouldn’t, but at the end of the day he is also my best friend and I just missed it.

“you know, i enjoy fucking, but I also just enjoy your presence and hanging out with you.” He says while rubbing my thigh. Killing me.

“Yeah me too” I say. “Then why have you been so distant?” He says. I know I shouldn’t admit anything, but maybe he deserves to know something at least.

“Well when we were at the party earlier, and I saw your hand on that girls ass” “I kinda got upset and I-“ I say before he cuts me off

“Y/n, we never agreed to not seeing other people.” “We are just friends with benefits right?” He says.

“Right.” I say. Killing me

- - -

🎶 but even though your killing me, yeah 🎶

Everything he is doing is killing me. The kisses and praises he leaves all over my body after sex killed me.

Every time I seen him go on a date, or dancing with another girl at a party killed me.

But most importantly, every time he has to remind me that we are just friends kills me.

I know this is not good, I know leaving his house bawling my eyes out was not good for me.

Everyone tells me I need to tell him. My therapist, my friends, even his brothers, which now know about my feelings because I mean come on it’s pretty obvious.

It could be the fact that it’s midnight, or the fact that that I smoked 2 j’s, but i think its time to tell him.

I get into my car, put some music on and before I can think I start driving.

- - -

I arrive at his door, and immediately knock. Nick & Chris don’t stay up that late but Matt does so Matt answers the door.

“Hey y/n, you didn’t tell me you were coming”

“I know” I say. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure” he says. Opening the door wider for me to come in.

We arrive to his room, and the tension is high. He can tell something’s off, and my heart is pounding out of my chest.

“Y/n what the fuck is wrong?” “You ignore me, and then we have sex and you don’t let me even hold you!”

“I don’t fucking understand, you say your going through a tough time but you don’t tell me anything!” He says.

“Matt it’s cause I’m fucking in love with you.” I say.

…. The silence is a unbearable amount of loud and the air becomes even more tense if that’s possible

“Every time you kiss me it kills me because I know we won’t ever be able to do that without fucking.”

“Every time you hold me, it kills me because I know your just doing it because you just nearly took my ability to walk away.”

“Every time you call me yours it kills me because I know that I’m not, and I never will be”

“I thought maybe if I ignored you it would get better and these feelings would pass but the more I ignored you the more it hurt and I couldn’t take it anymore” I say.

“I can’t just fucking be your lover when you want me to be, and then see you eye fucking a ton of other girls at parties” I say

“You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve me. I caught feelings and this is all my fault.”

“But I also don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve to feel like I’m getting stabbed anytime I come near you.” I say while leaving his room and slamming the door on my way out.

My chest feels tighter then it ever has, but I also somehow feel relieved. I finally let it out, I don’t feel so locked up anymore.

I run out of the house ignoring all of the “y/n wait!” “Y/n comeback” s that come out of his mouth.

- - -

🎶 beat my heart to black and blue 🎶

When I arrive home, I walk in sobbing and Immediately drop to the floor.

“Oh my god y/n what happened” Ava says.

I am on the verge of passing out, everything around me is tuned out and my eyes are blurry, quite frankly I don’t know how I survived the drive home. I felt light headed and like I was about to puke.

“Y/n stay with me, everything’s going to be okay” Ava says.

- - -

Everything from that night is a blur. I know what happened and I know what I did, but all the details are erased from my brain.

My room reeks of alcohol, weed, and just disgustingness considering I haven’t cleaned my room, nor got out of my bed for 4 days.

I haven’t gotten any messages from Matt, he hasn’t came here, he’s just gone.

There’s been music blaring in my room for 3 hours straight, the songs going from sad, to chill, to hype music where I start convincing myself I’m over it until it turns back into sad music again.

“The cut that always bleeds” by Conan Grey turns on, and I immediately turn it all the way up.

This song can explain me and Matt’s relationship more then I can, and I can’t listen to it without bawling my eyes out.

“Oooh, oooh, but even though your killing me” I sing while my head lays back on my headboard

Tears start streaming down my face, Matt’s shirt I haven’t token off for 4 days getting soaked from my tears.

“I need you like the air I breath”

“I need, I need you more than me.”

No matter how much I don’t wanna admit it, I need Matt more then anything. I need his hands rubbing all over me, i need his lips against mine, I need our hands interlinked. I need him………

…. The end.

A/N, this is my 2nd fic ever, I think this fic is way better then my 1st one, but I still don’t know if I would consider it good, anywho I love the cut that always bleeds but I can’t listen to it without crying so I thought why not make a fic about it!! I love angst and couldn’t wait to write it so I did just that. Hope you enjoyed!! 😋😋

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

But I’m Gonna Get You Back

Lee Russell x Vice Principal!Reader

Summary: Lee uses revenge against Dr. Brown as an excuse to fulfill a fantasy of you he has had.

CW: friends with benefits, p in v, public sex, spanking, creampie, mentions of porn

a/n: changing timeline here a bit, so that Lee was going through his divorce right before Dr. Brown was hired

title track 🎶📸

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“There you go, sweetheart,” Lee groaned as he bottomed out inside you. One hand grasping the meat of your hip while the other wrapped around his iPhone. He had you exactly where he wanted to. Skirt hiked up over your ass while bent over the desk.

Making sure to get everything in the shot as he began sliding in and out of you. Cock lathered in the wetness dripping from your folds.

Lee was a cocky son-of-a-bitch, there was no doubt about that. Loving to hear his own head roar, constantly checking himself out in the mirror, thinking he’s the smartest and cleverest in every room he’s in. So when the idea struck him to film himself fucking his long term work fling, he felt like a modern Da Vinci.

Taking his time to pull in and out of you. Loving the sight of his length penetrating your cunt. Especially when he would hit a spot that caused you to moan his name.

Porn never was something Lee cared all that much for. Finding himself critiquing the facial expression and likelihood of the situations that played out. Opting to just rub one out in the shower then even take the time of finding a cheap porno. Easier than trying to fake his attraction for some woman with massive, fake tits.

But, you?

You never failed to get him going.

Ever since the first time the two of you had stayed late together, you were the apple of his eye. Finding comfort in you in a time of divorce. Really, he had never been in love with Christine. Only wanting her so someone else could not have her. He was bitter that way.

Of course, he had originally seen you as competition for the Principal position at North Jackson. Hating the stupidly short skirts you wore everyday. How your cleavage hung out of your tops more often than not. But really hating how kind you were.

Gamby and Russell were hard-asses. Faking nice when it convenienced them. Always plotting someone’s demise; whether it be catching a student they knew was doing some shady-illegal shit, or a teacher they both hated. Especially hating each other. Only finding friendship at the shared hatred for Dr. Belinda Brown.

But you could never fake it. Always trying to stick up for people, especially the students. No matter how hard Russell or Gamby tried to insult you, you would simply allow it to fall off your shoulders. Unbothered.

That was until you did not get the Principal job. Fully convinced you were the most deserving amongst your peers. Enraged that the school board had just brought some random in. Unraveling and having to take your anger out in the clearing behind the school. Screaming so loud that birds flocked away.

The first time Gamby and Russell had seen you break. Not knowing you were in company when you had hid yourself away. That was when you all decided to get Belinda out.

Your bond with your coworkers had deepened over the time of mischief and questionably-legal activities. Learning that maybe they were all you needed. Even considering them friends.

So when you got some awkward butterflies when Lee would give you an “atta girl”, you got confused. Developing some kind of crush on your fellow Vice Principal was the last thing you imagined when getting involved with the two. Pushing the feeling deep down as to not get distracted.

Until you had went out for Payday Drinks and had one too many. Drunkenly confessing in Gamby’s backseat as you laid against Lee’s shoulder. Mumbling how he had overtaken your mind and how you felt a flip in your stomach every time he looked you in the eyes. Only really remembering the bright smile that came across Lee’s face when he realized you were serious. You were so drunk that Lee stayed with you, holding your hair while you hacked into your toilet. Hugging the bowl and crying because you were so embarrassed.

Next morning being greeted by the source of your embarrassment asleep on your couch. Discussing the night before over breakfast. Not that either of you ended up eating it. Too quick with connecting mouths and tangling in your sheets.

Neither of you looked back since.

Hooking up in supply closets or under the bleachers when one of you had an itch to scratch. Familiar with every scratch and scuff on his office floor. Almost having hooked up in every possible place in the building.

All except one.

Lee had suggested it as a way to “get back at that bitch, Brown.” Unsure how secretly getting fucked on her desk was exactly getting back at her. Not really caring either. Because the idea of getting railed by your coworker on the desk that should have rightfully been yours tingled inside you.

Sneaking in while Dr. Brown was off on some fake wild goose chase with Gamby. Lee had lied to convince him you would be wrecking her office while she was gone. Switching files around and shredding some. All just a ploy to get the office to yourselves.

“I wanted to ask something,” Lee’s dark tone fell along your skin as he kissed you.

“Hmm?” you hummed a response, lost in the feeling of him.

“Can I record this? That way I can have a physical reminder of this?” His big puppy dog eyes looked into yours. Chills trickled down your skin. Never having been filmed during sex. A hint of fear clouded the back of your mind. Fading when you felt his large fingers interlock with yours. Being slightly turned on by the idea.

“Sure,” you grinned. Capturing his lips with yours. Enamored by his lust blown eyes and the toothy grin across his face.

Which is how you ended up where you were now. Thick length buried inside your walls. Front flush against the Principal’s desk. Papers sliding under your palms as you attempted to brace yourself. Loving how perfectly he stretched you.

“Lee,” you whined. One of his hands gripped your ass. Swinging and planting a firm smack on the tender flesh. Gravely exhale falling from him.

“It’s like this pussy was made for me to fuck it,” his voice had dropped an octave. Snapping his hips aggressively into you. Chasing his own high, knowing he would have to pay you back later. Longing for the feeling of your walls spasming around him. Happy to have to fuck you again later to get that feeling.

White knuckles gripped the edge of the desk. Trying your hardest to not completely ruin the organization of files. But then remembering, this was Dr. Brown’s desk. Who gives a fuck if everything gets ruined?

Pencil holders and paper weights bounced against the linoleum. Previously alphabetized pages decorated the floor like a blanket of snow. Causing Lee to chuckle. Never stopping his movements into your core. Camera never leaving your backside.

Finally darting his eyes up to the clock ticking on the wall. Realizing he had been taking far too long enjoying you. Needing to hurry things along before the two of you were caught with your pants down.

“Gonna cum in you,” Lee grunted. You vigorously nodded. Loving the feeling of him seeping out of you. A gargled “fuck” fell from him as he pushed himself flush against you. Cock twitching as it sputtered into you. Coating your walls with his cum.

Sighing with a wince as he pulled out of you. Squatting down for a moment to capture the image of him leaking out of your core. Smiling ear to ear as he watched through his phone screen. Pretending he did not want to go right back and fuck you again.

“That’s it, honey,” Lee cooed. Pulling your panties back over your cunt. Making sure to keep his seed pressed into you. Sliding his phone in his pocket as he rose. Holding your position for a moment as you attempted to catch your breath. Pushing the remainder of nonsense on Dr. Brown’s desk as you stood to your feet.

Lee was quick to spin you around and plant a feverish kiss on your lips, “That pussy never quits, hmm?” Smiling with a low chuckle.

Both of you realized the time and began scrambling. Throwing stuff around, flipping her chair upside down, tipping over a filing cabinet or two. Adrenaline running high as your body shook with afterglow and nerves.

“We’ve gotta go,” you pointed to the clock. There was barely any time left before Gamby and Dr. Brown would be back. Quickly running out of her office. Composing yourselves before anyone saw you. Flattening your clothes and hair down. Both of your faces still flushed. Tucking away into Lee’s nearby office to pretend like you were having a meeting. Logging onto his computer to make sure and delete the footage of you entering and exiting Dr. Brown’s office.

Finally able to breathe when you sat across from Lee. Eyes falling shut as you grasped your chest to catch air. Lee leaned back in his chair, hands gripping the back of his head as he laughed. “That was fucking incredible,” he exhaled. You shifted in your seat feeling Lee’s seed leaking into the fabric of your panties. Still struggling to catch your breath with the adrenaline rush you were feeling.

Sitting in a comfortable silence until Dr. Brown’s scream jolted you both aware. Eyes wider than ever before as you both rushed over to fake concern. Lee stormed in first, teeth locked together as his eyebrows jumped up his forehead. Finding Dr. Brown and Gamby both standing stunned by the mess. Gamby’s eyes were huge when they met yours, clearly not expecting the overkill you and Lee had done. You shrugged right before Dr. Brown turned to look at you both.

“Who the hell would have done this to me?!” She stomped her foot on the floor with disdain.

“Jesus… I’ll go grab one of the janitors, this is just terrible,” Lee grasped at his heart.

Soft lump of guilt piled up in your stomach. Having to keep your false face as you mouthed words that did not escape. Shocked, atleast pretending so.

“We need to check the cameras,” Dr. Brown sternly said.

Pulling a smirk across your mind. Knowing she would not find anything. Knowing you had bested her again. Giving Gamby a knowing look.

Not long until you ran her off.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I’ve been writing for Lee for nearly a year now, and I’m just always so overwhelmed with the positivity I receive from these. I’ve made some awesome mutuals who I get so excited to tag every single time [mutuals let’s be friends fr]. I wish there was another season of Vice Principals! As always, if you want to be tagged let me know. Reblogs and Comments are appreciated! //

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[naidawriter]

🩷 plot idea!

📍SETTING:

A fictional but familiar HBCU somewhere down South. Think lush campuses, marching bands playing Frankie Beverly, front porches with cups full of Crown, Casa-freakhoes and Don Julio (bitch I called yo muthafuckin’ phone, that’s how you do me, hoe?!), and line jackets clacking down brick paths. It’s Homecoming season… and the yard is hot with legacy, lust, and letters. Greek life is everything.

Respectability matters… or at least it’s supposed to. And beneath the pageantry, the step shows, and the honor rolls…. Is a nigga with his hands in the dirt.

✴️THE PLOT:

( MUSE A ) is not what the brochures advertised.

He’s smart — but doesn’t care about school at all.

He’s connected — but not Greek.

And he’s rich — but not on paper.

Instead? He’s running product out the back of a greenhouse behind the Visual Arts building.

Organic, high-grade, specialty-grown. He’s your plug’s plug. Shit, he’s your plug. He’s the man on campus for his weed supply. But that’s not all he gets down with. He’ll serve you a little molly. A little coke. A lot of people owe him favors ‘cause of his good supply.

He keeps it lowkey, but everyone knows his name — and when he looks at you? It’s like he already knows what you taste like.

And then there’s ( MUSE B: ) you.

You’re that girl. Chapter president. Hair always done. Heels always clicking. Your daddy is the dean, your sorors worship you, and your mantras live on sticky notes. You’re legacy. You’re perfect. You’re everything he should stay away from.

But something pulls you toward him anyway.

First it’s the weed.

Then the stories.

Last, the silence between them.

Now you’re texting someone you’d never bring to brunch…

and wondering if he feels this burn, too.

🎭 DUAL CASTING — WHO IS MUSE A?

These two prolly’ got different styles of breaking your heart wide open.

🌱 KOFI SIRIBOE as MUSE A

He’s still. Striking. Brooding.

Moves like thunder. Doesn’t say much… but when he does, it’s already too late.

He’s the type to roll your joint and fix your alternator. Never seen without his Glock. Trusts no one. Smiles when he shouldn’t.

He’ll whisper in your ear at 2AM, “I ain’t tryna confuse you or hurt yo’ feelings” — then pull your thong to the side anyway.

He’s protective. He’s lethal.

He don’t chase. He claims.

🌪️ LAKEITH STANFIELD as MUSE A

He’s a breeze. Abstract. Spiritual.

He grows lavender next to his weed. Drinks Yerba Mate. Probably DJs on Saturdays. He loves Sade and Anita Baker as much as he loves Project Pat; his music taste is outta this world and he’s often putting you on to new music. He’s got a smooth smile, a quiet mouth, and a million thoughts he never says.

But he’s no punk… if he pulls that black hoodie over his head and gets real quiet? Run.

He’s the type to quote Confucius while loading a 9mm behind a closed bedroom door.

He’ll never beg you to stay,,, but he’ll write about you in a notebook he never lets anyone read.

He’s free. He’s dangerous.

He feels like a dream you ain’t ready to wake up from.

🖤 THE VIBE

• Heavy eye contact across the yard

• Sorority brunches where your girls whisper “that’s him?”

• Sweet kisses laced with ash and regret

• Late-night texts that say “come outside”

• Greenhouses that smell like kush and heartbreak

• You hiding him from your daddy… while he’s protecting you from his whole world.

🎶 THE PLAYLIST —

• “ Can’t Leave ’Em Alone ” – Ciara / 50 Cent

• “ Let Me Hold You ” – Bow Wow / Omarion

• “ College Girl ” – Travis Porter

• “ Crew ” – Goldlink / Brent Faiyaz / Shy Glizzy

• “ Could It Be ” – Jaheim

• “ Prototype ” – OutKast

• “ Healing ” – Jagged Edge

• “ Selfish ” – Slum Village / Kanye / John Legend

📌 ABOUT ME:

Hey, I’m Nai 💌

I love long form writing, deep plots, heavy emotions, and slow burns that build over time until it’s too late to pull back. If we write together, expect big feelings, late-night plotting, aesthetic spam, and paragraphs fullaaaaaa tension. I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive bout my shit!

message me if you tryna build. Let’s work!

[gabykatttt]

Monstrosity

Chapter 2

The two rageouns were walking around Mount Rageous. The moon was very bright.

Who even are you anyway? The rageoun asked.

Would like to know here’s a hint the rageoun said turning around.

She had green hair,fully pink eyes,and pale white skin along a dark red dress and a pendant.

What’s your name? The rageoun asked.

My name is Velvet and I’m a siren so don’t take it personally kid Velvet said.

My name is Olivia so you can stop calling me kid Olivia said.

Sorry like I said don’t take it personally Velvet said letting out a chuckle.

Is it too late to be scalping around Velvet and Olivia heard a voice and they see a boy with long green hair with wolf ears,a tail,yellow eyes,white pale skin and a scar on his face along wearing a black top,sweatpants and black shoes.

Velvet smirks and Olivia stops her.

I recognize those ears your brother Veneer he’s a werewolf he’ll kill us both Olivia said.

Don’t worry I got this Velvet said approaching her werewolf brother.

Veneer bro it’s so nice to see you again miss that much? Velvet said.

Who’s this little friend of yours Vels? Veneer asked crossing his arms.

Just a victim that I saved but don’t worry she’s not a threat swear of my life Velvet said.

I see well- Veneer was cut off by a male voice. He turned and sees KidRitz the one and only Vampire.

Veneer my darling you miss me babe? Ritz asked.

Hello again you little prick Veneer said rolling his eyes.

Who’s this girl fresh new blood? Ritz asked.

Her name is Olivia Ritz Velvet said.

It’s nice to meet you prey Ritz said still looking at Veneer.

Veneer grabs Ritz by the shirt getting annoyed.

Cut your shits you guys are the only reason to give me information about the monsters and the full moon and now you guys show up with this helpless girl pathetic.

Come on Veneer I haven’t done any terms I swear Ritz said.

Yeah leave the kid out of this Veneer she’s been through enough Velvet said looking at Olivia.

And come on there’s gotta be something between although you’re holding quite interesting baby Ritz said looking at Veneer and smirks.

Veneer lets out an angry growl growing his claws pushing Ritz towards the tree.

Say that again and I swear I’ll rip both of your hearts Veneer said letting Ritz go and leaves.

It’s nice to see you again bro miss you already Velvet said.

Are you crazy provoking and flirting with a werewolf do you guys have a death wish or something? Olivia asked.

Nah me and Veneer we go way back Ritz said thinking about Mal.

Hey don’t worry stick with us and I promise I’ll keep you save Velvet said.

Alright Olivia said as the three monsters continued walking.

Idiots Veneer said looking at the the full moon letting out a loud howl.

How I hate sirens always casting spells to their sing please Veneer said to himself taking a deep breath and started singing a song.

Veneer 🎶🎤

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

You take a drug, I take a sip

I want your legendary kiss

You know I got designer taste

And your design's too good to waste

When the beast comes out at night

Yeah, it always wants a bite

And I try, try to the resist

But then the devil always wins, yeah

Time, time, time

Time to close your eyes (close your eyes)

Time, time, time

Time to say goodnight (say goodnight)

I feel it coming on

You've got nowhere to run

There's no way you'll make it out alive

Oh, when it's after dark

I'm gonna eat your heart

Don't try to fight it, just close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes

Go on and say, say your last words

Sometimes the best things kinda hurt

'Cause this is real, it's unrehearsed

My final touch, your fatal curse, yeah

Time, time, time (time)

Time to close your eyes (close your eyes)

Time, time, time (time)

Time to say goodnight (say goodnight, say goodnight)

I feel it coming on

You've got nowhere to run

There's no way you'll make it out alive

Oh, when it's after dark

I'm gonna eat your heart

Don't try to fight it, just close your eyes (woo)

Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Close your eyes

Woo-ah

I feel it coming on

You've got nowhere to run

There's no way you'll make it out alive

Oh, when it's after dark (after dark)

I'm gonna eat your heart (eat your heart)

Don't try to fight it, just close your eyes

(Just close your eyes)

Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Close your eyes (close your eyes)

Well gotta head back Pammy and Floyd are waiting for me Veneer said heading back home.

@simplydannie @once-ler-ask-blog153 @angiesstarss @goreroll @zephyrmars @horrorartist23

[alyjojo]

Twin Flame 🔥 Journey - February 2025 - Gemini

Your Energy:

Death, The Magician, 7 Wands & The Captain rev

Oracle:

Mistakes ⛔️

Lusting 💋

Boundaries ✋

Messages:

You don’t just want attention.

My money is my life.

I want to have my cake and eat it too 🎂

You the problem it’s you 🎶 At some point you either cheated on this person or entertained another in some way that crossed their boundaries. Twos come out twice, there was a situation where you genuinely didn’t know which person or situation you wanted, you juggled both during a time of indecision (and entitlement) and whatever group or connection you were “leading” fell apart. Being The Captain rev shows you having been in the driver’s seat, and in charge of others, likely both of these people but could be whole families, employees, the “crowd” in some way, it’s not specific.

You were on top, magnetic, attractive, probably got a lot of attention because of this - King of Wands at the bottom - and then this situation happened and it was a fall from grace - more than just the relationships. Or you were seduced by someone attractive & powerful, could be a Leo. You could’ve lost the opportunity to build something potentially long lasting with both of them - Ace of Pentacles rev. Maybe lost a job too, or a specific position in one, this leader vibe is strong, like that’s the thing you lost. It’s not giving “player” it’s giving one person but likely an affair of some kind, that went all the way because sex & crossed boundaries is a major issue for both of you. I think you’re both asleep to this connection being a Twin, you could be really young or met really young with Emotionally Immature being shared. Even if you ended it, it wasn’t enough, the trust was already broken with person 1 who I assume is this Twin. There are no emotions coming from you, a bit of ego and entitlement, you mourn the loss of the power more than the person or people involved - at least you did?

Their Energy:

10 Wands, 7 Cups rev, 9 Swords & The Poet

Oracle:

Healing ❤️‍🩹

Peace ☮️

Messages:

Moving out, moving on ✌️

Curious about you.

No hard feelings rev, still mad 💯

This person has a very soft energy. Romantic, poetic, creative, and faithful. They felt they had no choice, this situation was too much for them and they may not have expected it or seen it coming. This mirrors Scorpio’s reading from the other angle, could definitely be dealing with them or they’re crosswatching you lol. I see you 👀😆 This person is very mature and emotionally well balanced, you caused them a lot of sleepless nights and anxiety because of other options - even if those ended, the trust never returned because they aren’t that way and so can’t understand why you were. It was not a match, and so this was an inevitable end.

They aren’t wallowing in pain, though you and this situation stays in their mind as something to fear going forward, you taught them a big lesson in trust and gave them anxiety over moving forward, is everyone like this? There’s a lot of confusion in them and they took it very personally, 7 Cups is showing them looking in the mirror 🪞 like they weren’t enough of something. Whew I just had a major wave of emotion, this person is very deep and you made them face some major insecurities that either did exist before or you brought to the surface. It’s like inside they’re very beautiful and probably outside too but what you did scarred their own image of themselves. They’ve had to heal some deep wounds from this, which you didn’t do on purpose exactly, but you are unaware of this and Spirit is highlighting it for you, you could wonder why they’re still mad? This 💯 Sleepless nights, a million questions in their mind, not feeling good/pretty/rich enough and now I’m hearing The Rolling Stones, anxiety about where you’ve been or who you’re with, etc. and why not them.

The memories of power or attractiveness, sex, whatever, that you have are whole nights of losing their mind for them. Or that’s what it became when they found out with The Sun at the bottom. They also wonder how many times that happened, how long, the questions are endless. 9 Swords is Gemini/air energy, you both do this, but differently. They are healing, have matured a lot from this and in a beautiful way, it’s giving Phoenix energy. Their transformation could be happening now or already has and it’s just made them softer and more loving - not the opposite. Very mature, they handle their emotions well, this is a person that can be counted on to care for those around them no matter what. Nurturing, very loving, if anything they don’t wear their emotions on their sleeve anymore, maybe they once did. They’re more guarded and selective but still very deep and genuine with their love. Do they love you, they did. Probably still do, but they know this just makes them crazy, they can’t trust you and that’s the deciding factor for them. If it mirrors the Scorpio reading then yes, definitely. Still mad though.

Mutual Energy/What is Mirrored:

6 Wands, Ace of Cups, The World

Oracle:

Clinging 🫂

Pain 😔

Ecstasy 💋

There are two stories here. One side has both of you still very much hurt or asleep, this could’ve just happened and so not much healing had occurred, you both could be very young. That story has both of you meeting other people and having success there, this will be what transforms you both into who you’re meant to be. That could take some time with 7 Pentacles at the bottom. New love is the right way to go ❤️ For those where this is old news, you both could’ve already been with other karmics or people, or you’re heading in the direction of a possible reunion. The World with The Fool shows closure, you two could reunite just to get closure and move on to other things. It’s possible to reconnect but the pain is still there…you could need to confess a lot and give this person closure if you do want a new start.

Someone’s not totally ready, probably you, though you both hang on to old wounds and immaturity when together? Or because of each other, but separately you’re doing well. Spirit is showing this person having done the inner work and now it’s your turn - you could feel pulled towards them for that reason. Their change triggers yours and until you’re on the same energetic frequency, it’s just going to repeat old wounds and old bs. But yes it’s possible. Or it’s possible to have success in another direction. Meeting a Twin is fate, the pain chemistry chaos insanity is fate - the inevitable transformation and lessons learned are fate - reuniting is a conscious choice on both sides after a lot of painful and difficult inner work…and the shit is toxic often, most don’t choose it, because it’s a choice and it’s often like this, too much has occurred to even want to. Fear, old wounds, former identities, new loves and lives, there are a lot of reasons why people don’t choose it. Is the choice available absolutely but…it’ll be work. Is it worth it? If it goes well it’s the most rewarding connection. But there are other soulmates. You choose 🤷‍♀️ And they would also have to choose it. If any kind of drugs were involved, adrenaline, “highs”, that would have to stop or maybe it already has and that’s a positive thing for this.

Possible Signs:

Heavy Scorpio/Aries, Leo, Capricorn, Gemini & Sagittarius

[startseeingstars]

Echoes - Ollie Sway (Song of Sway Lake)

CH07 Tess’s POV

🎶 Upper West Side - King Princess 🎶

Jacob placed the shot in front of me at the bar, and I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help grinning.

“You’re a terrible influence,” I remarked, raising my glass. We clinked them together before throwing back the fiery liquid. Jacob’s dark eyes studied me with a hint of something more, the familiar look that meant he was hoping for the usual outcome—another night at his place.

Jacob and I had some history, but nothing too serious. I’d known him for a few years, and we’d catch up whenever I happened to be in town. He was undeniably attractive—tall, broad-shouldered, with dirty blonde hair and a smile that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat. For some reason, he’d taken an interest in me years ago, and now we were friends who occasionally hooked up.

“I’m surprised you’re still in town,” he said, his voice casual. “Where are you staying?”

His question caught me off guard, but I shrugged it off. “Just a place nearby.”

“You know me—I love this place,” I said, trying to keep things light. Jacob’s gaze lingered a little longer than usual, and I quickly looked away, avoiding the question about where I was staying. I knew he’d offer a place to stay and I didn’t want to go through the awkwardness of turning him down.

“I thought you just liked my company,” it felt heavy under his flirtatious gaze.

His hand slid to my bare thigh, warm and familiar, and I glanced down, feeling an unexpected unease settle in my stomach.

When I looked up again, I forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. My mind was elsewhere—back to Ollie. I remembered his scent, faint aftershave mixed with mint, just as I kissed his cheek in the car.

“It’s always good seeing a friend,” I said, my voice more distant than I intended. I took a sip of my drink, hoping the distraction would settle my thoughts.

Jacob’s hand crept higher up my thigh, and he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“You know I’m more than that…” His breath was warm against my ear, and I felt my heart pick up speed.

Part of me wanted to give in, to let the familiarity of Jacob’s attention pull me in. I knew it’d be a good time, but something felt off tonight—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The nagging thought of Ollie wouldn’t leave me.

I pulled back, laughing nervously, and my eyes flickered past Jacob to the doorway of the bar.

There he was.

Ollie’s face fell as he caught my gaze, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes before he quickly turned, pushing past Nikolai who had followed him in.

“Just a sec,” I mumbled to Jacob, but he looked confused as I rushed toward the door.

By the time I stepped outside, I saw the brown station wagon pulling away. I stopped in my tracks, a wave of regret crashing over me. I’d blown it.

xxx

Cold rain poured down on me as I stumbled up the driveway in the dark. I had let Jacob talk me into a few more shots at the bar before my social battery wore out. Luckily, aside from a few flirty comments, he didn’t seem to press me further for sex.

I fumbled through my bag, finally finding the keys, and awkwardly made my way to the front door. When I stepped inside, the pitch blackness of the house hit me like a wall. I always left the downstairs light on, but tonight, it was off. My heart skipped a beat.

Nervously, I reached out, running my hand along the wall, searching for the light switch. When I flicked it, nothing happened. Click. Again—nothing.

A tightness started to creep into my chest, and I forced myself to take a deep breath. The storm had likely caused a blackout, but I had no idea where the fuse box was, or how long the power would stay off. My gaze drifted to the open front door, and just then, the wind slammed it shut with a deafening bang.

I jumped out of my skin, my heart racing, and I bolted toward the door, desperate to escape the suffocating darkness.

Outside, I sucked in air, my chest heaving as I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. It was pitch black out here, but at least there was air, and I could feel the cool raindrops sting against my skin. After a few shaky breaths, I forced myself to steady.

The rain was relentless, the thunder rolling like distant drums, and lightning split the sky above. I glanced toward the Sway house, its soft glow of candlelight flickering in the distance.

I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of staying alone in the dark, uncertain house made my skin crawl. I knew I couldn’t stay here.

My shoes squelched in the mud as I made my way up the driveway. I knocked nervously, hoping Ollie would be the one to answer. The alcohol in my system made me unsteady, and I shivered from the cold as I waited.

Thunder cracked overhead, and the door swung open suddenly.

“What do you want, harlot?” Nikolai’s thick accent and sharp tone made me freeze for a moment. His words were like a slap, and I stared at him, unsure of how to react.

“I-Is Ollie here?” I tried to ignore the insult and glanced past him, relieved to see Ollie step into view.

He looked surprised when he saw me standing there, clearly caught off guard.

“Nikolai, piss off,” Ollie muttered, casting a glance at his friend, who just shrugged and walked away, disappearing into the house.

Ollie stepped back, holding the door open for me. I hesitated before stepping inside, the warmth of the house a welcome contrast to the cold night air.

I glanced around at the wooden walls and floors, which were dotted with vintage furniture and half-packed moving boxes. The place felt lived-in, but there was an odd sense of disarray to it, like it was in the middle of something bigger.

“What are you doing here?” Ollie’s voice was soft, but there was something in his eyes—confusion, maybe a little hurt.

“There’s no power at my place,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. I didn’t want to admit that it wasn’t just the lack of power that had me running here, but the fear of being alone in the dark.

“Well, there’s none here either.” He gestured around at the dozens of candles flickering, casting warm yellow light over the room.

“I’m not with him.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted it.

Ollie gave me a quick glance, shrugging as he looked away. “Sure looked like you were.”

The comment stung more than I expected, and I found myself stepping closer to him. “Well, I’m not,” I said, trying to hold his gaze, my chest tight.

He paused, eyes flicking to mine for a second before scanning my face. There was something in his look, something unspoken. My body was still shaking from the cold, but there was another kind of tension building between us.

Without thinking, I moved closer, almost instinctively. The small droplets of rain that had clung to my clothes fell to the floor as I leaned into him, my head resting on his chest. My heart was pounding, but it felt strangely calming, feeling his warmth wrap around me.

For a moment, everything else disappeared—the storm, the tension, the awkwardness. It was just the two of us, here and now, in the quiet glow of candlelight.

[cerebralvioletaliens98]

Neural Drift | Weekend Edition

·˚ ༘♡ brainwave pause: cue the soft spiral ♡ ༘˚·

brain update: weekend mode activated. MY weekend, 'cause, service industry life. 😓💪🏻 synaptic storms cleared- mostly. dopamine levels stabilizing- I think? still running through cognitive mazes & emotional feedback loops… but i'm charting new neural paths— even if some nights, the cognitive chaos has a stronger pull than the lull of slumber. Too tired to sleep some nights... the exhaustion is real and these two days off couldn't have come sooner. and... yeah. You're still in the neural archive. Filed under: "soft thoughts and unfinished business." 💌

— ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ i need your love / i need to heal ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ —

✧*:･ﾟ✧ this ‘weekend’ got me like ⟶ half healed, still hot ✧･ﾟ: *✧

also me: still spiraling, still thinking about you, still fighting imaginary wolves at 3am while doing skincare.

healing’s not quiet. it howls. it hums. it echoes. and in the middle of it—i miss you. like synapses miss a signal. like the moon misses the sea.

i’m not asking for much. just a moment where everything pauses— where the brain slows down, and all that’s left is love.

or the ghost of it.

self-care is a battlefield & i showed up in lip gloss and trauma. 💅🏼💋

anyway. i lived, laughed, dissociated. 🌀 i’m healing. i’m spiraling. i'm making mean old fashioneds. i’m romanticizing brain fog again. it’s the weekend and i’ve got unresolved trauma, a half-charged phone, the purple bags of exhaustion as my newest eye enhancer, and 7 tabs open on grief.

but hey. the vibes are moody. the music’s loud. 🎶 and the neurons are firing (somewhere). so let’s call it growth.

see y’all wednesday. or never. ✨ Cheers from your fave ~brainy bartender~ @cerebralvioletaliens98~ 🧠🍸 👽 stay weird, my fellow tumblrnerds. Blog designs, posts, and specifics still under construction- stay tuned, I'll be putting in some work over the next few days and I'm excited to share everything with you!

⊹˚₊ healing with heartbreak & bass drops ₊˚⊹

🌙💭❤️‍🩹catch me deep in thought, wrapped in moonlight & misfiring neurons. still thinking about you, but mostly thinking about healing.

[lovelyinspiration1463]

Loki S2 E3 Spoilers Ahead!

My thoughts while watching the episode for the first time:

Is that him as a kid?

I considered for a hot second that Loki might be that horse.

There is never a moment too dire for Mobius to grab a snack, and I relate to that on a deep and personal level.

Boy, Marvel will do anything to plaster their name on screen as much as possible.

*science mumbo jumbo*

I think this variant has gotten himself electrocuted one too many times. 

I wouldn’t be standing right in front of that, my dude.

Well, yeah, now he’s giving off more ‘take over the world’ vibes. Proper Frankenstein over here.

Prototype? Yeah, no kidding. That thing let off a few bright sparks and then just died.

Mustache guy looked so scandalized, I can’t  😭😭😭

“Hornswoggler”? That is my new favorite word.

Is that an offer or a threat? Sounds more like a threat.

Where can I get myself a guy who will pass out money at the snap of my fingers???

I know it’s loud in there, but is no one else hearing the talking purse?

Nice cover, Mobius.

Oop. Old hornswoggler is back and wants a refund. I’m shocked. The machine looked so impressive just… fizzling the way that it did.

This has very quickly become a Charlie Chaplin sketch.

Okay, first of all, Mullet Hair, can you chill??? Killing the same dude over and over and over again is not gonna secure free will for people! Can we discuss? For even just a millisecond?! Are we able to think through our actions?

He ruined your life? Listen here, Sylvie; while you’ve been living it up at McDonalds, the universe has been falling apart! Think outside yourself for two seconds!

His face! 💀💀💀

Are these two seriously having a moment? Cease and desist immediately.

“A long time ago-“ in a galaxy far, far away. No, wait; wrong franchise.

That’s your biggest takeaway? Seriously?

“Rat bags”? Mustache Man is just full of zingers!

Did Loki literally just run in a circle??

Ooh, Miss Minutes is a bit snappy. She really wants everyone to know how clever she is.

Oh my gosh, they are not cramming another slapdash love story into the show 😫 I do not care about this! I came here to see Loki! Every second he’s not on screen, a little part of me dies…

Miss Minutes in the background: 😞

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I have a feeling Renslayer is suddenly gonna be much more amenable to joining Loki and Mobius now.

All those mannequins are so creepy. 

A Rolodex? That’s his life’s work?

Okay… this just got weird on so many levels. 

OKAY THIS JUST GOT SUPER WEIRD! 🚩‼️🚨 IF SHE POSSESSES ONE OF THOSE MANNEQUINS I AM SO OUTTA HERE

🎶 People always told me, be careful of what you do, don't go around breaking young girls' hearts. And mother always told me, be careful of who you love.  And be careful of what you do, ‘cause the lie becomes the truth - hey hey!🎶

Dude, how did she even get here?

*dramatic entrance at the perfect time*

Mobius, look at her! I don’t think Ravonna is in the best headspace rn.

How many people are gonna barge in here??? Does he have any security at all? Even a single lock?

Also, are we really doing this again? This episode is bloated with will they/won’t they moments. It’s a “won’t” from me. I’ve decided.

The hair! 😍💯

So is Loki just gonna lie there and watch, or…?

So everyone gets free will but him? How do you know he won’t make better choices? He can’t be the one singular person in all of existence that is fated to be something specific!

Okay now I’m starting to feel a little bad for him.

“I can make my own choices.” That’s what I’m saying!

Who put Sylvie in charge? I’m sorry, but last time I checked, Loki doesn’t answer to you!

Seriously? You’re just abandoning her there??? Murder was a bad thing two seconds ago and now you’re both chill about it?

Aww, poor Sylvie. She really is the greatest victim in all this. How dare she be forced to decide to obsess over something 🙄

Yeah, I’m not sure sticking the two of them together is a good idea. I mean technically he’s dead, but what has that ever meant in the MCU?

Oooh, never mind - he’s dead dead. …Well, even so. Loki’s come back from worse.

Can any of these characters just pick a side?! Stop betraying each other so often; I can’t keep up! Who’s working with who???

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can I request “I Choose” by Alessia Cara for Jumbo or Snake? They deserve all the love.

yessss absolutely!! they do ;w;

I've done at least one songfic for Jumbo before so I did Snake this time around!

🎶 Songfic Meme 🎶

DISCLAIMER: This is a (mini) songfic to the song “I Choose” by Alessia Cara! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

All of my life, I thought I was right looking for something new stuck in my ways, like old-fashioned days but all the roads led me to you the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you’re alone people in life, they will come and they’ll leave but if I had a choice I know where I would be

Aside from the few memories SNAKE has of his parents, he’s gone through life looking forward.

He’s trudged along, trying to keep his head down, and searching desperately for something that will make him feel whole. In his mind, what good would it do to dwell on his memories from his life before? It’s behind him. He’ll never find his parents again, he’ll never see them, and… it’s his past.

So he has to keep going, not looking back. Sometimes even now, with the good life he has and the family he’s surrounded by, the ones who want him… sometimes he still keeps looking, even though he’s sure he’s happy now.

It hurts, to still have this deep aching in his chest despite knowing that he isn’t alone anymore. He has his family in the circus… and he has you. Someone who wants to be with him, sleep beside him, kiss him. He never thought he would have something like that.

Despite that thing that feels like a hole inside of him, he can’t imagine wanting to ever leave any of you. Not for something else, not for any reason. He’s weaved in and out of the crowds, among so many people; you all are the only ones who’ve stayed with him.

So he wants to stay with you, too.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

It happens often when he looks at you, wandering among the tents after a show. You’re a bright spot in his entire life. Your smile could cut through even the darkest night and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve something like that.

There are so many times that Snake is afraid that you’ll be ripped away from him, the same way his mother was ripped away from him. It’s happened before, and that memory makes him acutely aware that it could happen again. It could happen to anyone he’s come to love. It’s not fair, but it’s a hard truth that he has to acknowledge.

When he looks at you, he’s reminded of just how fiercely he’s ready to fight so that he doesn’t have to lose you. You, or any of his family. Despite that he doesn’t like fighting, if he has to do it to keep you with him, he will.

It doesn’t matter if bad things happen. There are lots of bad things that could happen. So what? He can’t just sit in his tent for his entire life, terrified of losing you. He’d miss out on everything good that could happen.

Every day, every moment, he gathers his strength and he chooses to be with you.

now I found the strength to make a change and look at the magic I found no matter the name or where you came from ‘cause no one has much figured out the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you're alone I finally found where I feel I belong and I know you’ll be there with wide open arms

You twine your fingers with his and laugh, “You look like you’re thinking hard about something, sweetheart! Penny for your thoughts?”

He doesn’t even think his thoughts are worth that much. His face turns pink anyway, prompting him to hide against your neck. All his memories run wild, from the wonder of what his parents named him to the abuse he’s been through to every single incredible thing he’s experienced since finding you.

The whole circus could vanish tomorrow, and as long as he still had you and his family, it wouldn’t even matter. You would all be alright if you had each other. He knows he’d be alright if he had you and his family.

Everyone accepts him here. You do. His family does. If all those material things burned to the ground, he’d still have you, no matter how scary it would be. He’s safe inside your embrace. No matter what happens.

“I’m happy,” he finally murmurs, “that I’m not alone. That I have you. … Says Webster.”

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you I choose you

He doesn’t think anyone could pay him enough to let go of you. It’s simply frustrating that he doesn’t feel like he can express the depth of his love for you, or his family. He’s stuck because of how he was treated before, unable to speak on his own.

He wonders: does that even affect the weight of his words? Just because he uses his snakes to speak, does that water down what he’s saying? Because at least he’s trying to say it. He wants you to know just how fully he loves you, how secure and important you make him feel. He wants to be able to say it himself.

It’s not something he can do yet. With your support and his family’s support, he thinks he will one day.

For now, maybe this is enough. Maybe the cling of his embrace is what expresses it better than the things he could ever say.

For what it’s worth, you seem content with that answer as you give him a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re not alone, too.” Your voice is soft, caring. He could crawl inside your voice and sleep there forever. “You deserve lots of love, my darling. I’ll never let you be alone ever again. Alright?”

… Ah. It is very alright.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light through the lows and the highs I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

Who cares how bad things get? Snake has a family. He has your hand to hold his, even and especially when he feels unsteady.

Who cares about all the people passing by, staring at the scene as you hold him and kiss his cheek? They don’t know a damn thing about him, or about you.

Who cares if life is shaky from one moment to the next? All of you have something constant, when the rest of the world isn’t, something to hold onto.

He doesn’t want to ever let you go. He doesn’t want to lose you.

So he holds to you as tight as he’s ever held to anything.

He thinks he’s going to wake up and choose to be with you, every day for the rest of his life, regardless of what that life will look like.

He loves his family. He loves you.

There isn’t any great or terrible thing in the world that can touch that.

oh, I choose you I choose you.