#''yeah this might as well happen the flow of time is already so fucked up''

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

So is the time travelling thing in the book

no, that's a Me Special. for one thing rymer has no reason to time travel varney into the past, because his qpr with charles is also a Me Special. any and all time fuckery in the canon of varney the vampire happens by accident, on account of the author not giving a shit about his own continuity

[dollfacefantasy]

hi kenny! i hope you’re doing well. do you think you could write something about geto and gojo taking turns eating out the reader or taking turns spanking her? you write fictional men so well 😵‍💫😵‍💫

absolutely angel!! thank you for the request <3

satoru gojo x fem!reader x suguru geto

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral sex (f receiving), threesome, overstimulation

"Sugu!" you shriek as your boyfriend rips yet another orgasm from you with his tongue.

One of your boyfriends more exactly. The other one was sat behind you, jaw pressed to your temple as he watched the deliverance of pleasure occurring between your legs.

"Looks like she squirted that time. Your chin is fucking soaked," Satoru teases and pecks you on the cheek.

"Hard to tell. She's just so wet," Suguru mumbles before getting back to work.

His tongue laps at you repeatedly, taking every drop of your nectar. Your heels dig into his back, and your warm thighs clamp around his head. You almost scream from the overstimulation, but instead all that happens is your mouth opens wide and your eyes roll back into your skull.

Your hands fly down to his silky mop of black hair, pushing at him and whimpering. "Sugu, too much. C'mon, please."

But Satoru swoops in and grabs your wrists. His long, slender fingers encompass them completely to pull them away from the man hard at work. He lifts them up and kisses each palm before speaking to you again.

"Nuh uh, baby. You take what Suguru gives you, yeah?" he croons mockingly.

You arch your back and whine with increased petulance.

He responds in kind, chuckling and nuzzling the skin below your ear.

"Y'know, Suguru. You could give her a little break. It is supposed to be my turn after all," he says.

"But she's so close again already," Suguru replies, brown eyes flicking up to look at the other man, "You got to make her cum back to back. I think it's only fair I get the same chance."

"That is true," Satoru muses, acting as if he was actually considering the logical validity of the point.

You're so gone that you don't even fully register the back and forth. You'd lost track of how many times you'd cum. Each release just seemed to flow right into another onslaught of bliss. Even when they switched places, they might as well have teleported from how seamless it was.

Suguru buries his face back in your cunt. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue delves between your velvety walls. He maneuvers with skill, showing off how he can make you mewl and writhe for him.

It had all started as a silly little argument you weren't even present for the beginning of. Somehow your boyfriends had come to a disagreement over who you preferred when it came to eating you out. Next thing you knew they were all over you, yapping for an answer, and then guiding you to the bed and pulling your clothes away.

You squeal as Suguru's mouth moves upwards and sucks on your clit. His fingers dig into the squishy flesh of your thighs while yours open and close within the constraints of Satoru's grasp.

It doesn't take much longer, only a few more well-placed licks and skillfully-timed suckles, and you're gushing all over Suguru's face for the second time in the span of five minutes.

"That's our girl," Satoru purrs in your ear, nipping at the lobe. His azure eyes gleam at the sight of you squirming and whimpering, trembling so hard it's like you're vibrating.

Once you've come down a bit, Suguru does actually free your cunt from his mouth. He crawls back and smirks at Satoru.

"Your turn, pretty boy."

The white-haired man grins and slides out from behind you. Your hazy eyes catch a glimpse of his obvious bulge as he swaps stations with Suguru.

"Let me remind you how you really like it, princess," he says before lowering himself into position.

You gasp. He dives into your pussy with full effort before Suguru even has the chance to settle. You nearly bend in half, all your muscles tensing up at the prolonged pleasure. When you relax again, your other boyfriend is there to cradle you. His arms wrap around your body, and he hushes you with gentle murmurs. You can feel his hardened length pressing against the small of your back just like Satoru's had.

"He's always so eager. Never takes into account how sensitive you are, does he babydoll?" he coos.

"Mm-mm," you whimper and shake your head.

If Satoru does hear the words, he doesn't show it. He continues eating you out with all the focus he has, his entire being trained on unraveling you with his mouth. Despite this intensity, he was needier than Suguru. Both of them would give their all to the task, but Satoru always had an urgency about him. He ate like a starved man, tasted every part of you like it would be the last time.

He was also noisier than his counterpart. Suguru was quiet while attached to your center. You may hear a few sharp exhales here and there, but that was it. Satoru, on the other hand, would whimper and whine. He'd rut his hips into the mattress as he was doing now, unable to hide how much joy the dull friction brought him.

He's moving extra fast now. He does know how sensitive you are no matter what Suguru says. He knows it, and he's going to take advantage of it.

His tongue swirls around your sensitive little nub, doing figure eights and spelling out his name before licking a stripe over the wet expanse. Your toes curl, and your eyes screw shut. Your hips buck against his face. He'd just gotten there, and you were getting close again.

"That's it, baby. I know what you like. Nobody can do it like me," he taunts and glances up at Suguru teasingly.

The other man responds with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

"Are you gonna cum again, sweetheart? You think you have another one in you?" Suguru whispers in your ear.

"Y-yeah," you sob out.

Your entire body burned with the need to release again. Your legs try to squirm but Satoru has no issue keeping them in place. He also wanted you to cum, and nothing was going to get in the way of what he wanted right now.

You let go with a strangled cry. Euphoria rushed through you in a whirlwind. It was too much, but it was so so fucking good. As much as you'd beg and whine for them to stop, you couldn't get enough either.

Your body spasms as you ride out the high. You can feel Satoru grinning against your folds as he works you through it. By the time you're coming down, you crook your knee and kick at his shoulder lightly.

"Toruuuu," you whine.

He lets out a breathy laugh but obliges you. He pulls away and crawls up your body.

"Such a baby," he mocks and leans in to kiss your lips softly.

When he pulls back, he ducks his head around yours and locks his lips with Suguru. They taste you on each other's tongues. The man behind you groans against the other's lips, reciprocating the affection.

"I think it's obvious that I won," Satoru murmurs between kisses.

"Oh, is it?" Suguru smirks.

"Mhm," Satoru responds, cocky as ever, "But I think we both know she likes it best when both of us work together."

Suguru chuckles and turns your head to kiss you, making the connection go three ways.

"That true, sweet girl?" he asks.

You nod hazily, already knowing where this was headed.

"I think she's got one more in her. Just enough for the big finish," Satoru grins.

"I think you're right," Suguru responds.

And with that, the warmth of his chest is gone from your back. You're lowered onto the mattress as both men situate themselves at your core, your thighs spread wide enough to accommodate them both. They share one more kiss between each other before moving their mouths in closer and giving that attention to you.

[paperbackribs]

tags: steddie, pre-canon, season S2-ish, tommy hagan will always have a crush on Steve Harrington

🩵💥🩵

“Someday, you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it,” Steve hears the echo of his words in the Hawkins High boys’ bathroom. Spinning off the tiles, pinging against its corners and stabbing at Tommy who stands gasping at his best friend.

But Steve doesn’t care. This has been a long time coming.

Tommy is a prick and Steve thought there wasn’t anything wrong with going with the flow, ignoring the snide comments, looking away from the rumours that Carol would spread, as long as his friends remained by his side.

But Billy Hargrove had infected Hawkins High. Steve stopped swallowing the cool aid. And Tommy is fuming; red in the face and ready to take it out on any unfortunate soul that crosses his path.

Enter Steve.

Or, really, enter Eddie Munson.

Steve wasn’t sure if Tommy followed Eddie into the empty toilets or coincidentally came across him or whatever could be going on in the mixed up mind of his former best friend. But watching Tommy square off his stocky, muscular body against the other boy, boxed into the corner and wide, brown eyes only visible over Tommy’s shoulder, Steve swears that he’ll no longer look away from Tommy’s indiscretions.

So, he says it again, nodding to the leather clad boy in the corner, “Eddie’s going to take a swing at you and not only will I not defend you, I might even fucking taking a swing too.”

Tommy gapes, “What the fuck, Steve? I know we’ve been having troubles, but you’d take the freak’s side over mine?”

Eddie’s face twists in the background. Steve can see the anger warping his eyes and he doesn’t blame him, almost wishes that Eddie would take a swing and then Steve could just stand back and let it happen.

He sighs: he’s allowed a lot of things to just happen so far and it’s not to his credit.

Weirdly, Steve's resigned gaze meets Eddie’s incredulous look and, just for a moment, Steve feels like he’s met someone who gets it. Someone who sees the ridiculous, short-sighted nature of the petty bullying in the hallways of their high school and knows how stupid and utterly pathetic it is.

Steve swears that the corner of Eddie’s lips kick up at the irony of their shared understanding but is distracted as Tommy strides forward, knocking against his shoulder hard enough to send Steve spinning against the wood of a stall. He steadies himself as Tommy slams the bathroom door shut behind him with a clamorous bang and shakes his head: how could he have had such loyalty for a guy who won’t even stop to talk out their stupid shit together?

Steve thought he’d at least earned Tommy’s patience, a moment of Tommy’s time so they could talk this out and find a way forward again. He stares after his former friend, a hollow, gaping hole in his stomach as he grieves the friendship he thought they’d shared.

Eddie approaches with a gentle hand, laying it on Steve’s shoulder, “Are you all right, man?”

Steve swallows around the thickness in his chest and belatedly realises that his cheeks are wet. He clears his throat and, through a tight smile, says, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”

The deep richness of those brown eyes regard him for a long moment and Steve feels stripped bare. He thought he was the guy rescuing Eddie, but he suddenly feels like the one vulnerable and exposed to the other boy.

Eddie smiles softly, “Yeah, got saved, right? How could I be anything but peachy keen?”

Steve snorts despite himself, amused by Eddie’s tongue-in-cheek tone, “Like a summertime in Georgia.” He can’t help but flash to Tommy’s retreating back and hates that his tone is already bitter, “Except I’m the stupid fucking tree alone in the grove.”

His head twitching slightly to the side, as if he were weighing Steve’s words, Eddie lightly responds, “Well, maybe it’s time to try another field. Wanna hang out sometime?”

Steve blinks, bewildered at the offer. The suggestion given so freely and without conditions seems anathema to his experience of friendship, and especially friendship in the complex halls of high school. He eyes the other boy suspiciously, but Eddie’s eyes remain clear, his body loose and almost curled towards Steve as if he were the north to his compass.

What could it hurt? Steve thinks.

Looking at what he can only describe as kindness in Eddie’s eyes, Steve thinks that a lot of things could hurt. Could burn or scald or stab, but the sweet, clear acceptance in Eddie Munson’s eyes has him thinking of a world where Steve can offer his loyalty and receive it in kind. A place where he can be good and feel like he’s doing good and perhaps a lovely brown-eyed boy would wait and tell him he’d done the right thing.

Eddie sticks out his hand in a gesture of friendship that only bolsters the words he’d already extended to Steve. And nothing moves in the cold room of Hawkins boys’ bathroom, no wind or breeze, but as Steve reaches out to clasp Eddie Munson’s outstretched hand, he feels a seismic shift that he can’t explain.

Steve’s fingers fold around the warmth of Eddie’s palm and Eddie’s full lips stretch into a smile, welcoming and true. A gesture that Steve can’t be sure of, can’t let himself fully trust; yet, nonetheless, Steve finds himself hopelessly following after Eddie’s extension of friendship.

And it'll eventually allow Steve to follow him to the confusing halls of the Hellfire Club.

To the strangely welcome space of Eddie's uncle’s trailer.

And Steve follows.

Because he is helpless but to follow this wide, brown-eyed boy who smirks at him with a knowing smile.

[sinswithpleasure]

Viewing Pleasure

------------------------ First fic of 2024!!! I'm happy to be squeezing out something, finally. ------------------------

You’re definitely not getting back to work for a while. 

Movie scripts are hard work—words might not flow, scenarios don’t make sense, plot holes inadvertently happen, and coincidentally, all of that just happened to merge together into one massive problem ten minutes ago. You’re glad for the distraction that Gaeul provides—your girlfriend knows when to pull you out when you’re too immersed in work, too deep into writers’ block to progress anything. Right now, the distraction she serves is extremely welcome. You’re seated on your shared bed, shirt and pants discarded courtesy of Gaeul herself, boxers sporting a prominent bulge, and your girlfriend tugs her tube top off her body, arms crossed, fingers at the hem as she unwraps herself like she were a gift. She carelessly discards her top to the side, and you feast your eyes on your now-topless love, her cute, petite breasts exposed for you. You can’t help but palm your bulge, groaning at the relief it provides, and Gaeul reaches over to tug at the waistband of your boxers, a soft giggle escaping her lips at how needy you looked. 

“This is a good distraction, isn’t it?” 

“Fuck… yeah.” 

When Gaeul tugs your boxers off, she gives your cock a few soft strokes, which leads you to softly groan and hiss in pleasure. She silences you with a short kiss, then she pulls away to finish undressing. You keep your eyes locked on her, staring with lust as she pushes her shorts off her, inch after inch of skin slowly being revealed at first, then all at once when the garment falls to the floor. Gaeul’s pussy glistens with her slick, and you can’t wait to get a taste of her. However, you’re mildly confused when she wheels over her huge mirror. 

“What’re you…?” 

“Oh, um…” Gaeul gives a shy grin, “Remember when we watched that porn clip together?”

You know the exact one—Gaeul had showed you a video of an amateur couple having sex in front of a mirror a week ago, and both of you had ended up getting off to it together. She’d mentioned that she’d like to try, and you were more than happy to agree. 

“You wanna try it now?” You can’t help the grin that is plastered all over your face—that video was hot as hell, and so was Gaeul admitting she wanted to try it then. 

“Mhm, I wanna watch us having sex.”

When Gaeul finishes positioning the mirror, she gets onto the bed with you, and you meet her in the middle for a kiss, your hands roaming the expanse of her body. One hand reaches to fondle her left breast, and the other kneads her cute ass, your tongue and hers swirling in a hot, openmouthed kiss. Gaeul doesn’t keep her hands free either—she reaches downwards to stroke your cock once more, her other hand wrapped around you for stability. Both of you moan into the kiss, vocalizing the pleasure you draw from each other’s touch. 

“Fuck, Gaeul, baby, wanna fuck you already.” You softly groan your wish against Gaeul’s ear when you break the kiss, your hands latching on to your love’s hips and pulling her down closer to you. However, Gaeul has other plans.

“Not yet, babe.” Your girlfriend grabs your arm to stop you, and the suggestive, coy grin on her face promises that what she has in store might be better than your wish. “We have the entire afternoon, let’s take our time, mm?”

“What do you propose, baby?” You leave a soft peck on her lips, and Gaeul returns you one as well. 

“You’ve always said I look so pretty when I cum. Show me, finger me and let me see how pretty I am when you make me cum.”

The anticipation and lust only builds as the both of you get into position. Gaeul rests comfortably between your legs, your hard cock pressed against her back, and she leans against your chest. You stare with unbridled lust as your girl begins to spread her legs. Bit by bit, she exposes herself fully to you through the mirror, and you devour the erotic image right in front of you. A blush dusts Gaeul’s cheeks as she fully opens her legs, and you look below to see her clit exposed from under the hood. Slick runs down her skin as she pants in anticipation, and you can’t help but run your hands over Gaeul’s body, down her arms, across her chest, and over her inner thighs. You pay special attention not to touch her core—you don’t want to give her what she wants just yet.

“God, fuck, you’re looking so fucking hot for me, Gaeul, baby.” You plant soft kisses on your girlfriend’s shoulders up to her neck on both sides, before nibbling her earlobe.

“I feel so fucking hot.” Gaeul can’t help but release shaky breaths and moans as you fondle her. “Please touch my pussy, babe?”

“Mm, okay.” You smirk, and you draw your hands closer to her core. You make use of your middle and ring fingers to spread the slick beneath your fingers across her skin—you collect what drips from her sex, careful not to touch her pussy, and you rub it around her nether lips. Gaeul softly groans as frustration builds, and you whisper in her ear, “Patience, baby.”

“Babe, please.” Gaeul attempts to shift her hips to catch your fingers, but you use your free hand to press her hips back down onto the bed. You can’t help but smile at the whine she releases, and you tease her even more as you draw your free hand up to her chest, ghosting over a taut nipple, then circling over her areola as you whisper in her ear, “Look, baby, look at how pretty you are all needy for me.”

Gaeul moans out loud when she looks into the mirror. She looks absolutely wanton—her body all exposed for you as you tease her even more by kneading her breasts. You can’t help but pull her in for a hot kiss, one which you keep brief. You reach below with your free hand, and when both of your hands reach her nether lips, you begin to spread them open. You put Gaeul’s pussy fully on display in the mirror, your cock twitching against her back as you stare at her wet hole, clenching and leaking, her slick staining the bed sheets beneath her. 

“Open your eyes wide, baby. Look at how sexy you are, all spread out for me.”

“Mmgh, fuck, I…” Gaeul bites her lip, a crimson hue spreading across her face. “Babe, I’m shy… I look so naughty~.” 

“Yes you do, baby.” You sporadically leave kisses on Gaeul’s cheeks, chin, and neck. “You’re my naughty girl who wants to watch herself have sex with me.”

“I hate you.” An embarrassed whine leaves Gaeul’s lips at your filthy words. “But I… I’m feeling so sexy right now.”

“Good.” You kiss Gaeul on the back of her neck. “You’re my sexy girl, my best girl. I love you.”

“I love you t—mmgh!” Gaeul’s reciprocation of love is interrupted by the one thing she’s wanted all along—your fingers on her clit. You leave her no chance to finish her reply as you slide two fingers over her erect nub, and you rub circles over it as your girl writhes under your touch, moaning out loudly and wantonly as pleasure courses through her veins. A few rubs of her clit sends more slick rushing out of her pussy, and you watch as the stains on the sheets beneath her grow in size. Gaeul can’t resist herself any more—she begins to knead her breasts herself with both of her hands, her eyes glossed over with pleasure as she helps you stimulate her even more. However, you’re not satisfied yet—you give Gaeul two more rubs of her clit before you reach below with your right hand, your middle and ring fingers easily penetrating her slick, wet, warm cunt. 

“Oh, my God, fuck~!” Gaeul doesn’t expect the surprise, and you don’t give her a chance to process it—you thrust your fingers into her cunt, thoroughly coating your digits in her slick. Your love can’t hold her moans back—with every upstroke of your fingers deep into her hole, she whines, gasps, groans, whimpers. Each sound she makes only fuels your lust further. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty, baby.” You admire the reflection of Gaeul in the mirror—the girl squirms under your touch as she actively thrusts her hips against your fingers. Gaeul is just as eager for pleasure as you are to please her, and you’re nothing short of pleased as well watching your typically composed and shy girlfriend drop her walls, blatantly putting her inner sexual desires on display for you. You grab one of her hands, still kneading her chest, and you pull it down to her clit. “Touch yourself for me.”

Your lust for Gaeul only burns brighter when she follows your word, and you take the only outlet that you can to express it—you push your girlfriend’s chin up, and she meets you in the middle for hot, openmouthed kisses. At the same time, you curl your fingers inside her, seeking the spot that drives her insane. Gaeul’s slick drips all over your hand—your fingers and palm are drenched in her arousal, and you swear she’s never been so wet before. The girl can’t resist moaning with every curl of your fingers inside her, and when she breaks the kiss to cry out in pleasure, you know you’ve got her where she wants it.

“Fuck, that’s right, baby, moan for me. Look at how naughty you are, wanting to watch yourself have sex, watching yourself getting fingered like that. Look at you, all needy, masturbating for me to watch. You’re such a naughty girl, Gaeul, my naughty girl.” 

Your dirty talk only adds on to the haze of pleasure that Gaeul enjoys. In between “I’m so naughty”, “Fuck”, and “Please”, wordless moans and the occasional “Babe” make it through, but you interrupt her stream of words with kisses too. The intimacy you share with her only adds to her pleasure, and when you feel her pussy begin to tighten, more slick flowing from her hole along your fingers, you begin to speed up your thrusts in her. Gaeul rubs her clit in time with your fingers, and you pull her close to you with a hand over hers on her chest. 

“Baby, fuck, I… mmgh, I’m close, I’m so close, I’m so—” Before she can finish, you whisper right in her ear, “Let it all go for me.”

It takes you two thrusts to take Gaeul to her peak. Your girlfriend gasps, and with a loud moan, her back arches, then she convulses in your embrace. You can’t help but loudly swear when a strong jet of clear liquid gushes out of Gaeul’s cunt, and you pull your fingers out to furiously rub her clit. Her cries of pleasure increase in volume and frequency as more and more jets of her cum splatter all over the mirror and the floor. Both you and Gaeul keep your eyes locked on the distorted reflection in the mirror—the sight of your girlfriend squirting as she orgasms drives you insane. Gaeul can’t stop squirting either—she drenches her feet in the air as she shakes and shudders with each gush of girl cum, every jet of her juices hissing audibly as she continues wetting the sheets, mirror, and floor with her juices. She doesn’t stop moaning throughout—in fact, she gets louder and louder the harder she cums. It takes what feels like an eternity before she calms down, her orgasm finally subsiding, and she deflates into your embrace, her eyes glossed over in a deep haze of pleasure. You pull her tight into a hug—you need to process what just happened too. 

“Babe, I squirted…” Gaeul’s exhausted voice draws you out of your trance. “I… I’ve never done that before.”

“Fuck, I know, you were so hot. You must’ve been so horny.” You hug Gaeul even tighter. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” Your girlfriend pants in exhaustion, her body limp after such an amazing orgasm. “And you’re right—I do look fucking pretty when I cum.”

Gaeul rests comfortably in your arms, and you embrace her tightly. Through all of your lust, you’re patient enough to wait, even though you want to have sex with your love already. The intimacy between you and her is something you will never get enough of, and you take the time to leave kisses across Gaeul’s shoulders, neck, and back while she catches her breath. However, you catch some movement in the mirror—Gaeul is rubbing her clit again, her fingers teasing her opening once more, shaky breaths punctuating every pleasurable move.

“Babe,” Your love sighs in pleasure, before her lips rise into a slight grin. “I’m ready again.” 

You watch as your girlfriend pushes herself off the bed, out of your embrace. She turns around to press you back onto the mattress, her free hand pulling a pillow for you to rest your head on. You bite your lip and stare in unadulterated lust at Gaeul as she straddles you, and she leans in to kiss you softly. Her hand reaches between your bodies, and she wraps it around your cock to give it a few strokes.

“It’s my turn to please you.”

 You can’t help but groan when Gaeul’s kisses begin to travel—your girlfriend is amazing at using her mouth during foreplay, and over that, she’s the best at making you want her, need her. Down your neck she leaves a trail of kisses before her tongue swipes over the trail she left, her hot breath right against your ear when she opts to leverage her soft, sultry voice against you. 

“Fuck, baby, so hard, and it’s all because of me.” You can’t help but whimper at how sexy Gaeul sounds. “I love it. I love you.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I love you too.” 

Gaeul smiles against your skin at your reply, and she kisses her way down your body. You watch with need as she teases your nipples with her tongue, and she even giggles at your whimpers—she hasn’t stopped stroking you. Her fingers spread your pre-cum all across your length, and more dribbles from your tip as she stimulates your perineum with her fingers. 

“Fuck, baby, oh my God…” You can’t help but swear at the pleasure of Gaeul’s touch, and she raises her head to meet your eyes, the mischief and satisfaction in her gaze making you groan. Your love strokes your shaft slower as she kisses down your chest and tummy, and when she reaches your cock, she replaces her hand with her lips, planting kisses all over your slick cock. 

“Mm, you always taste so good.” Gaeul licks your pre-cum off her lips when she kisses you right on your tip. You can’t help but buck your hips when she uses her tongue on you—she pulls your foreskin back and licks all over your tip, paying special attention to your slit. “I love using my mouth on you.”

The moan that escapes your throat when Gaeul takes you into her mouth might be louder than normal, but you don’t care. You love it when she blows you—her hot, wet mouth pleasures you so well, and her skill with her tongue is unmatched. Right now though, you can’t help but stare at the mirror, stare at Gaeul with her head between your legs, her ass up in the air, putting herself on display for you to ogle. She has two fingers inside herself, masturbating again, and you’re mesmerized. You’re mesmerized by the way Gaeul clenches around her fingers, how her ass tightens and loosens, how much of her slick drips down her fingers and wrist to the bed below. Gaeul’s soft moans only add to your pleasure as well—she’s got herself on a steady pace, bobbing her head on your shaft as she services both herself and you. 

“Shit, Gaeul, fuck, you’re so fucking hot, oh, fuck…” You place a hand on your girlfriend’s head as you rest on one arm, eyes darting between the visual treats in front of you. Gaeul has her other hand fondling your balls now, adding more pleasure into the mix, before she swaps places with her hand. Now, she jerks you off as she takes your balls in her mouth, her tongue tenderly gliding across your sensitive skin. She’s rewarded with more pre-cum that dribbles from the tip, which she spreads thoroughly over your already-wet shaft. 

“Fuck, baby, I… I’m getting close.” You can feel the familiar pressure below your tummy—the desire to erupt, to release just under the surface. Your cock twitches under Gaeul’s touch, and she slows down on jerking you off. She rises from between your legs, and she leans in to kiss you right at the corner of your lips. 

“Can you hold it for me, baby?” Gaeul pants in pleasure ever so often. “I don’t want you to waste it like that.” 

Your girlfriend leans in, her voice right at your ears again. 

“Not when you should be cumming raw inside me.”

“Oh, fuck…” Your cock twitches hard at Gaeul’s words, and another dribble of white pre-cum runs down your length. Your girlfriend admires how needy you look, and she leans in for a kiss on your lips this time, one which turns into a quick makeout with tongues swirling. Gaeul moans into the kiss, and when both of you break it up, a string of saliva hangs briefly between your tongues before breaking and dripping below. 

“Babe, I feel so good right now.” Gaeul is moaning right in front of you, her hand between her legs plunging deep into herself. You grab onto Gaeul’s hips as she continues masturbating, and you take your chance to admire your girlfriend pleasuring herself up close in front of you. “I feel so hot, so fucking sexy, showing you how I touch myself in the mirror and in front of you like this…” 

Gaeul raises her free hand to support herself on your shoulder, and you keep her steady with your hands on her hips. She gives you a mesmerizing smile, before she whispers, “Watch me cum.”

The next few moments feel like a fever dream, but it’s all very real—Gaeul gets herself off right in front of you. You swear the mirror’s taken off every bit of shame and restraint off her, and you’re more than happy to have a front row view of it. Your eyes rake over Gaeul’s body, but you end up staring at her face, at her expressions. Gaeul bites her lip as the pleasure builds between her, and she doesn’t bother hiding how good she feels—she moans your name out loud, she tells you to keep your eyes on her, and finally, you get to hear the words you’ve so wanted to hear. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

A short “Oh, fuck!” precedes Gaeul’s orgasm. The next moment, your love’s nails dig into your shoulder, and her hips buck in your hands as her release hits her. A huge gush of squirt sprays all over your abdomen, your cock, and your thighs. You don’t bother holding back the swears that leave your lips, and neither do you stop staring at your girlfriend, as well as the reflection of her in the mirror. Spray after spray of girl cum wets your body and sheets as Gaeul shudders, her eyes rolling back in pleasure with each jet of her squirt that she drenches you in. With each warm spray of cum on your cock, you feel the familiar urge build in you again, and you try your hardest to stave it off, just as she requested. However, you’re not able to hold it off completely—three spurts of hot semen spray onto your tummy as your cock pulses, mixing with her cum on your body. The involuntary mini-orgasm has you groaning—clearly, Gaeul isn’t the only one visibly affected with this new experience.

When Gaeul’s orgasm comes to an end, she leans in to give you a short peck on the lips. However, she notices your cumstained cock and skin, and she giggles. 

“Heh, I thought I told you to hold it, baby.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” You kiss her on the lips again, then give her a wink. “You’re too hot.”

Gaeul’s reply is to smirk. You bite your lip when she turns around on top of you, making it a point to push her ass towards you, softly swaying her hips to keep your attention on her.

“Now, hold it just a little while longer, okay?” Gaeul’s soft voice has you reluctantly tearing your eyes away from her ass. “I want the rest of that all in me, and I’m going to ride it out of you, baby.”

The groan that leaves your lips at her words only gets louder when you feel her sink down on your cock. Your hands instinctively shift to Gaeul’s waist to guide her down on your shaft. Inch by inch, her warm, wet walls envelop your hard cock until she has you hilted in her. Not even a second goes by before she’s lifting her hips already, pulling herself halfway off your shaft before sinking back down. Once, twice, and on the third time she does that, you meet her in the middle with your own thrusts to form a rhythm. Both you and Gaeul don’t bother holding back any moans of pleasure—the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as well as vocalizations of pleasure merge to form an erotic score that basically is music to your ears. The visuals only add to the experience: not only do you enjoy Gaeul’s moans of sexual relief, you get the best of both worlds in watching her not only fuck herself on your cock right in front of you, but you also get to see it in the mirror. You’re not the only one who’s watching though—Gaeul admires herself as well. She arranges her messy hair and preens in the mirror, partially for herself, and partially for you.

“You look so fucking pretty like that, babe.” You subconsciously begin to thrust harder. “I love you so much, and I love fucking you so much too.”

“I love you too, baby, mm~!” Gaeul’s whines of pleasure break her sentence up, and you’re grinning at the pretty sounds she makes. “You’re right, I… I do look pretty fucking myself on your cock like that!”

“Mm, that’s right, you’re my pretty babe, my lovely girl.” You shift your hands up and Gaeul leans back, using her feet and arms to support herself as she continues to fuck herself on your shaft. Your hands reach up to tease her nipples, and the groan that Gaeul releases has you grinning even more. You sneak a peek in the mirror, and Gaeul has a hand on her clit now, rubbing herself to add to the pleasure. With this new angle, you find yourself hitting her G-spot over and over, and Gaeul only gets louder, wetter, tighter with each stroke of your cock rubbing against her walls. The sensitivity from her previous two orgasms is the catalyst that brings her close to her third, and you’re getting close to orgasm once more as you twitch deep inside her. 

“Babe…” Gaeul’s soft term of endearment is all you need to know what she wants. You start to ramp up your thrusts, and so does she. Both of you drive each other closer and closer to orgasm—she drenches your cock with more of her juices, and you’re leaking copious amounts of precum in her as well. Every thrust pushes both of you towards the precipice, and—

“Gaeul, babe, fuck!” Your cry of pleasure heralds your orgasm. Immediately, your cock twitches and you’re firing stream after stream of thick hot cum into Gaeul. Almost immediately, Gaeul shudders under your touch as her hips buck, her pleasure bursting out of her in streams once more. Once again, your love makes a mess of you and the sheets, just as you make your own mess deep within her walls, just as she wants it. You level thrust after thrust deep into your love, hell bent on fucking your cum deeper into her, hell bent on keeping both your pleasure as well as hers, going for as long as possible. Eventually, both of you come back down from your respective highs. Gaeul collapses next to you in exhaustion, a sweaty but ultimately satisfied mess. She snuggles close to you. “Cuddle?”

“Sure.” You wrap an arm around her. “I love you.” “I love you too.” She wraps her arms around you, and both of you bask in the intimacy and each other’s company. You smile as you plant kisses on the crown of her head.

“You were so sexy being all confident like that.”

“Really?” Gaeul grins. “We should do this again. It was hot.”

“You’re right. We should. Thank you for the distraction and the experience, baby.” 

“You’re welcome!”

[jareaul0ver]

I Wanna Be Yours

pt 1

wc: 1.6k warnings: douchey bf, mentions of sex, clubbing, alcohol, cheating (only a little) pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

ok guys i’m doing a series!! this is partially why i closed my requests, so if this does bad i might cry. idk how many parts it’s gonna be but here’s part 1, enjoy :)

You laid back with a sigh and watched your boyfriend get up. He immediately pulled out his phone and called his friend.

“Yeah. Yeah man, I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and turned to you. You were sweaty, tired, and uncomfortable; he couldn’t get you to cum to save his life. “Ima hang out with the boys babe.”

You frowned. “You’re leaving already? You just.. you just got here.”

He shrugged and threw a shirt on. “Yeah, but we already fucked.”

There it was again. Your boyfriend, the guy who supposedly was in love with you, taking part in his usual after sex ritual. You’d go to either of your places, fuck, and he’d either leave completely or pay no mind to you after.

It felt like a casual hookup, and it made you feel awful.

“Plus, I’m taking you out tomorrow night. Isn’t that enough?” He hoisted his shorts back onto his waist and fixed his hair in the mirror.

“I guess.” You sighed.

He walked towards the bedroom door. “Love you babe.”

You watched him leave without saying anything in return. Your eyes shut and you took a deep breath. It wasn’t unusual for him to act this way, hell it was the only way you knew he acted, but it still hurt every time.

Your friend slung her arm around your shoulder as you left class. “Yeah, then he just left.” You finished explaining yesterdays events to her.

“Girl, you’ve gotta dump his ass.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Come out with me and the girls tonight, we can go to a club and find you someone new.”

“I can’t, Ryan planned a date night today. Some sort of dinner thing.” You shrugged. “Maybe another time.”

She gave you a knowing look. “Fine, just call if you need anything, or if you change your mind.” She smirked before walking away.

You touched up your makeup and hair in the mirror. The black bodycon dress you wore made you look incredible. He had told you earlier to dress nice, so you found the nicest thing in your closet and threw it on.

Ryan was coming from one of his friends apartments, so you had to meet him at the restaurant.

You pulled up outside of the place and found a parking spot. It looked nice on the outside, pretty yellow lights hanging around the outdoor seating, surprisingly beautiful architecture considering it’s a restaurant.

It was nice, and you knew this was Ryan trying to make up for everything. You headed inside and a hosted led you to the table that he reserved for the two of you.

Once you sat down and ordered a water, you checked the time. He was running a few minutes late, which was normal.

A little more time had passed. A waitress had come to ask if you wanted to order, and you shook your head and said to wait a few more minutes.

Well, those few minutes passed and there was still no sign of your boyfriend showing up. You pulled out your phone and called him.

No answer.

You called him again, no answer.

You sent a few texts asking where he was, if he was okay, and if he’d be there soon.

A few minutes later you checked your phone and there was still no answer. The waitress had come back to the table and she noticed the tears welling in your eyes. “Listen, I know you’re waiting for someone miss, but I’d hate to see you wait here all night for them.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll- Ill be leaving now, thank you.” You gave her a polite smile and gathered your purse and jacket before leaving the restaurant.

The second you got into the car the tears started flowing. In the end, you weren’t surprised this happened. He was a shit boyfriend and always ended up making you feel this way.

You pulled out your phone and dialed a number. “Hello?” The voice rang out over the loud sound of music behind it.

“What club are you at?” You spoke through tears.

“Oh, sweetie.” You friend frowned and you could hear it through her voice. “The usual. He didn’t show up?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it. Be there in 15.” You hung up and immediately started driving to the club.

You’d been on the road for 10 minutes and there was still no answer from Ryan. The second you parked you checked his location, and it showed that he was still at his friends house.

You quickly got it off your screen and rushed into the club, trying hard to find your friends. You also were trying hard to not let the tears in your eyes fall, but it was proving to be difficult.

Once you finally spotted them, you made a beeline towards the back of the club. Except you didn’t make it very far. You ran straight into a tall figure.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” The figure turned around and a brunette stared down at you.

She must’ve seen your shaken state and shook her head softly. “No worries.” She paused. “Are you okay?”

You blinked a few times and your eyes met hers. They were soft and brown and you felt yourself immediately being pulled in.

“Hello?” She waved her hand gently in front of your face.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m- I’m okay.” You smiled a bit at her.

She smiled back and nodded. “I’m Nika, by the way.”

The second you heard her name it clicked in your head who you were talking to. Your eyes widened a bit. You were new to the UConn scene, only arriving as a transfer at the beginning of the year, but of course you had heard about Nika Muhl.

“I- I know.” You shook your head immediately. “I mean, I’ve seen you. Fuck- I’ve seen your games.” You let out a long breath and looked away from her. “Sorry, I’m a mess right now.”

She couldn’t help but smile at your nerves. She thought it was adorable. Nika laughed softly. “I’ve never seen you around before, y’know.”

“I transferred from Boston College this year.” You met her eyes again and realized her gaze hadn’t left you.

She nodded. “Why don’t I get you a drink, then you can tell me more?”

A small smile twitched at your lips. “Deal.”

The rest of the night went smoothly. You and Nika talked, and both of your groups of friends had been long forgotten.

Everything was going great until she asked about the one thing you hoped she wouldn’t. “So.. d’you have a boyfriend or anything?”

You froze for a second and took a deep breath. “I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I do.”

She nodded and took a sip of her drink to mask her disappointment, but she didn’t miss the tone of your voice when you answered.

“He’s.. awful though. I’m only here because he forgot about our date night.” You took a sip of your drink after that.

She scoffed. “What a dick.” She couldn’t believe that anyone could treat a girl like you that way. Nika had only known you for less than a few hours but she knew you were special, and deserved to be treated as such.

You shrugged and looked down at your lap. You fidgeted with the promise ring on your finger, only feeling more hurt by looking at it.

She watched you for a moment before standing up and pulled your hands out of your lap. “C’mon, let’s go dance. Forget about him.”

“Oh, no I-“ You shook your head. “I’m not a dancer.”

“Neither am I, but have some fun, yeah?”

You sighed and got up, letting her lead you to where everyone was huddled together and dancing. You stood there awkwardly for a moment before Nika started swaying, moving your arms around.

You couldn’t help but smile at her, and she smiled back. You started swaying on your own, dancing along to the music blaring from the overhead speakers.

More people joined their friends on the dance floor and it started feeling like a can of sardines. At this point, you were practically pressed against Nika.

The heat radiating off her body could be felt a mile away. You shouldn’t have been doing this with her, you had a boyfriend, but she was so beautiful and kind, you couldn’t help yourself.

Her hands found your waist and you let her rest them there. How could something so incredibly wrong feel so good?

Nika’s brown eyes stared down at you as you danced against her. Her gaze flickered lower, landing on your lips. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned in and kissed you feverishly.

You melted against her, letting the kiss consume you whole. But then Ryan’s face popped into your head. You were out, kissing a girl in a club, while Ryan was probably at his friends house asleep. He had no idea, and even though he was awful, you couldn’t do this to him.

You pulled away from her and took a step back. “I- I can’t do this, Nika. I have a boyfriend-“

“Yeah, but he’s a douche, and you deserve better.” She cut you off.

You shook your head. “But this.. this is wrong. I’m sorry.” You quickly pushed your way out of the crowd of people and through the exit of the club. You reached your car and let out a deep breath.

You ran a hand over your face and blinked a few times. “What the fuck did I just do?”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Always have but never hold

Next chapter

a/n lingered in my brain for a bit and now it's out here. Be gentle, it's my first time writing for this man. 😳🥺😭✨

warnings: fighting, kitchen accidents, swearing, mental health struggles.

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Fuck early Chicago mornings and the freezing temperatures that came with them. And add the people who promised bursts of sunshine and blue skies to the list. Fuck all of them and their predictions. Your grandma made better weather foretellings and landed straight on target with them.

You tightened your jacket closer to your body. Wrapping your hands around yourself. Well, the jacket wasn't yours. It was Carmy's, but you always preferred to wear his stuff. It soothed your anxiety. All the worries Made the early mornings more bearable. You don't remember the last time you two woke up in the same bed. You don't remember how the warmth of the morning, still wrapped up in the sheets, felt. Carmy would be off to the restaurant even before you. You tried to suggest that you just go together an hour or so later, but that only brought out a fight that left you two even further apart as it was. And it had gotten far away. You let his scent flow through your mind, chasing the nagging voice away. Yet already dreading the chaos of the day ahead.

Your phone starts ringing in your pocket. For a moment, you hesitated. Surely, it's too early for something serious to be going on. But then, don't all the scary things happen at the oddest hours? So you reach for it, frowning when you see Sugar's name lighting up the phone. You weren't close to Carmy's family. You had only met them briefly at the funeral. God, they didn't even know who you were. Nor did they care. Or maybe they cared too much.

"Hello", you said, clearing your throat right away. You hadn't spoken any words yet this morning, meaning the first hello sounded way too raspy. "Yeah, hi, it's early, isn't it", Sugar breathed, and you almost wanted to roll your eyes. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to it. Her voice sounded worried. "Did anything happen?", you trailed off. It's not like you two called each other out of the blue. You didn't just chat or go out for coffee. You didn't meet up for lunch or dinner. She had called you once, and it was only to ask if Carmy had wanted to keep any of Mikey's stuff. She was Natalie to you. Someone who might not even stop in the middle of the street to greet you.

"I've just been thinking about Carmy", she muttered quickly. You could hear her shuffling through some papers in the background. "What about him?", you said after a moment of silence. "Did you talk to him about the doctor I suggested? Maybe you two can even go together?", the words just spilled from her mouth, and you halted quickly, "You care for him, right? So take him". A light hint of anger picked up in your chest at that. They had all been pushing down on him. Do that. Do this. Carmy wasn't like them. He operated differently.

"Yeah, yeah, we spoke about it. He just doesn't want to do it now", you said calmly, changing the hand with which you'd been holding the phone so you could warm up your fingers in the jacket pocket. "He will never want to do it", Natalie grumbled back, "Did he even tell you about the times he couldn't breathe? Don't you notice that it's bad? It's scary". A chill ran down your spine. An image of Carmy holding onto his throat filled your brain. Hand gripping the sink as he gasped for air. Panicked eyes searched the room. Two am. Calling the ambulance. Crying in the bathroom before you even went to see him. Fuck, they knew about how scary it was, yet you only mumbled a quiet, "I know, yeah". A sigh leaves her mouth. "And you're not doing anything? He'll end up like...", but you pull your phone away from your ear, press the red button, and swallow quickly. You weren't going to think about it now. No. Not now. Not never. Carmy wasn't going to end up like this. He just wasn't.

You rounded the last corner, quickly pushing your key into the door before letting yourself in. The warmth of the restaurant soothed your cold skin. You thought about giving yourself a moment to compose yourself, but then you were already late. So you quickly undid the jacket. "Where's my fucking knife? Have you seen my knife?", Carmy's voice echoed through the space. You quickly dropped your stuff at the corner of his desk in the office before walking into the kitchen.

"Morning", you smiled up at everyone, and someone grumbled in return. The tension in the kitchen was already brutal. "Your cigarette is on the table, Tina", You turned her way, and she flashed you a smile. "Lord knows, I'll need a whole pack of them today". She had been the only one who hadn't thrown a fit about your being here. She wasn't flowing with joy, but it was by far the best way you've been greeted since moving back to Chicago with Carmy.

"Behind", Carmy shouted again, moving past the rest of the kitchen with a tray of meat in his hands. He didn't even glance your way. He wasn't someone to go lovely dovey in front of the others yet it stung. To your surprise, he turned your way. Eyes softened at the sight of you, and all of the nagging thoughts drained. "Hey", he muttered, reaching for your hand and squeezing it gently. "We prep, then the papers?", he asked, already bearing for the tray with vegetables. You quickly nodded before reaching for the knife yourself.

"They fucked the order? Why the hell do I care that they don't have my shit in stock", Carmy ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll call them again; this is just...", "Why don't you take a break? Breathe for a moment", you said, lowering the order papers onto the desk. Eyes searching his. You've only been in the office for ten minutes, and all that time Carmy had been shouting. A frustrated sigh left his lips as he buried his face in his hands. You stepped closer, your fingers instantly reaching for his hair. Running your fingers through his curls, you let him do what felt best, and Carmen wasted no time in bringing his hands up to rest on your hips, his face buried in your stomach. He let out a frustrated growl, and then the place went silent.

"Talk to me. Say anything", his voice was barely a mutter, but you heard him perfectly. He did this often. Whenever the voices in his head got too loud, he would ask you to speak. Tell him whatever pops into your head. It didn't even have to make sense. He just needed to hear it. The smooth sound of your voice. "We ran out of milk, and I managed to put on a wash before I left", Your fingers dragged down his neck and shoulders. "We'll have clean sheets; can you believe it?", you chuckled softly. The apartment looked like shit if you were being honest, but then you spend so little time there these days.

"We can buy milk on our way back", Carmy said, pulling away slightly. "Yeah, we sure can", you hummed. Just as a knock made you both turn toward the door, A dark-skinned girl with big eyes stood there, looking at Carmy as if she had seen a holy spirit. "I... I... I want to help with the kitchen. To work, I mean", she stuttered, and you instantly turned to her fully. "We talked yesterday, didn't we?", You reached your hand towards her, and she shook it gently. "We sure can use a second set of hands", You smiled at her, yet her eyes didn't leave Carmy. "Sydney and... My resume", she handed the papers to Carmy, who flipped through them straight away.

In a perfect world with a perfect system, you would have loved to give her a rundown of the place. Unfortunately, this wasn't a normal place, nor was the situation normal. So Sydney was left to listen to the constant swearing and bickering of everyone else. It was half-decent until Richie showed up. Shouting at the top of his lungs about all that Carmy was doing wrong. And that fucking pasta of his. You gripped the knife tighter but stayed out of it. This wasn't a fight you wanted to be a part of.

"As if we need another know-it-all in the kitchen. Don't need that fancy shit,", he barked, glaring at the girl. Sydney's head was hung low, but she too said nothing. Doing her thing as she got ready for family. "We don't need this shit; it was fine till Carmy stepped in, fine till you showed up", Richie slurred, and the last straw snapped within you: "Get your head out of your ass and drop it", your glare met him, and you could feel the way all of the anger within him now ran directly to you. Boiled even more because of you.

"And who's talking? One more burden Carmen dragged from New York", he spat, stepping closer to you, no doubt trying to intimidate you, but you didn't back away. "We should have lost you at the airport", he said bitterly. "What will your art degree do for us? Want to paint walls, sweetie?". You were so glad that he had turned away from you after the words left his mouth because you were a moment away from...

"Jesus, Y/N.", Tina's voice made you blink a couple of times. You felt her finger on your palms, and your gaze followed her touch. The chopping board was covered in blood. You must have lost track of your movements and senses. Trying too hard to keep your composure. Or maybe Richie's words hurt worse than the cut palm. "Cover for me, Sydney", you muttered, pulling the towel from your shoulder and pressing it to the wound. "Don't you need...", she tried to interfere. "Just fucking cover for me, please".

Slamming the freezer door shut, you let your back hit the side shelf. God, you were glad Carmy wasn't here. That call from the butcher couldn't have come at a better time. Richie was your headache to carry. Adding that to Carmen's shoulders won't help. He had hated you from the moment you showed up. You always cared too much and too little in his eyes. You tried to reason with him. He was grieving too, but fuck was he an ass when he wanted to be. And he wanted to be most of the time. Angry tears ran down your cheeks. You were just so fucking tired. So tired of it all. Of the shouting. Of the worrying.

"We don't have time. Where the fuck is she? The vegetables won't cook themselves", Carmy's voice ran through the freezer. You pressed your fingers into your eyes, gritting your teeth for a moment before stepping out. "On them, chef", you called out, wrapping the bandage around your hand messily. As long as it stopped the blood, it would have to do. And Carmy was a split second away from shouting again until his eyes fell on your palm.

"What the fuck happened?", he asked, marching forward. Forgetting all the corners, behinds, and whatnot. "Nothing happened", you muttered, turning to Sydney, "I'll take it from here, thanks". But Carmy caught your wrist and said, "Like hell, you will; what the fuck happened?". You knew that this all was coming from a good place, but the tone of his voice didn't soothe you. "We have shit to do, chef", you said, waving your head out of his grip and turning your back to him.

You hoped he would just walk away. Just drop it. Let it be. Let it all sizzle out. "Learn to fucking hold a knife", he grunted, his hand came into contact with your injured palm as he pressed it firmly onto the handle, making you whine in pain. "Hold it for fuck sake", he barked again, only tightening his grip as if he was blind to the blood seeping through the bandage. "I fucking am", You ripped his hand away with your other hand, pushing at his chest to get him away from you.

"Stop being a crybaby and be useful for once", Carmy's words left you defenseless. Your body froze. Cold shivers running down your back. You surely didn't hear it right. Carmy threw the knife across the table and turned his back away from you. Was he about to walk away? Just like that. Like nothing happened. "Fuck you", you threw the same bloody towel his way, "If I'm so fucking useless, feel free to find someone else", Carmy halted in his steps, but he didn't turn around. Clapping filled your ears, and you found smug-looking Richie, beaming like the promised sun today, saying, "Should have been an actress". You bit the inside of your cheek. Quickly undo your apron before storming outside.

[hollowtones]

ayy monhun fan! what are you thinkin of what we've seen of wilds so far?

The initial trailer they dropped months ago was pretty cool. "World" is my least favourite game that I've played (even thought I liked it a lot!!), and 90% of why I felt that way was "this is the first time they're making a game of this scale / scope / direction", so it's exciting to see them make a successor to it now that they're not also learning how to make a game like it from the bottom-up & not also building the tech side of it from scratch.

Big desert environments have me excited!!!! I love the way these games do deserts. I'm always dreaming of Val Habar. I love the colour palette they're using for this area. Big fan of Yoshi being a new mechanic. In general I'm noticing a lot of things in "Wilds" that feel like a really cool mix of ideas from "World" and "Rise" in a way that feels a little more grounded. It's cool that they're bringing back a buddy you can ride around on & control. I wonder if they'll let Yoshi fight with you. I don't remember if they showed that off already. Getting to hotswap between 2 weapons without having to run back to base camp feels like a big deal that I haven't really wrapped my head around yet.

The focus mode thing seems fine. More granular control over aiming sometimes seems neat, & the footage we've seen makes it feel like positioning & animation commitment are still a part of it, which I like. Expanding part-breaking into "opening wounds that take more damage & enable special attacks" seems cool! (There was a similar-ish tenderizing mechanic with the Clutch Claw in "Iceborne", and I fuckin hated using it. Loved the idea of it at first. Having to do this whole separate action that interrupted the flow of the fight in a weird way to enable more damage felt awful after a while!! And they designed all the fights around the fact that you have it & use it! So I'm glad they're seemingly taking what I liked about it & chucking out the rest, haha.) I remember there was some hubbub about focus existing at all when news was first dropping. Some people were mad about it? I feel like this happens every time they announce a new Monster Hunter. They reveal a new feature, and a couple guys crawl out of the woodwork to go "THEY HAVE MADE THE VIDEO GAME PITIFUL AND EASIER - THIS IS THE DEATH OF THE FRANCHISE!" The franchise has died every game since the first one, by my count. (They end up buying the game anyway, of course.) I hope they put out a demo soon, though. I wanna get my hands on it & see how it works in the middle of a fight to see how I actually feel about it.

Weapon & armour design so far has been great. Happy about that. The bits of NPC designs we've seen have been cool. I don't really like the smith's look very much. Which makes me sad because I'm pretty sure she's supposed to be Little Miss Forge. LOL

When they first showed the game off I remember thinking "yeah, that's cool, I'm looking forward to this, but it's coming out Next Year & we're not even halfway done with 2024." Well now we're almost two thirds of the way through the year. And they keep dropping gameplay trailers. And they look hype as fuck!! And now I'm feeling more impatient!!! I wanna try this shit out soon!!! I wonder if they'll drop a public demo after Gamescom or something. I wonder if my computer could even run it...

I liked the way Hunting Horn played in "Rise" but it's cool to see the more traditional recitals back. (But faster!! And with new combo paths!!) I think I've spent a cumulative hour or two watching that horn trailer over and over again for little details. The funny bubble reminds me of bead of resonance but it seems like it might also be some kind of AoE team buff? It could also just be extra damage like bead was. But I loved bead. So I'll take it. Being a Hunting Horn fan is accepting that you'll be playing an entirely different weapon in every subsequent game, so I suppose I fuss less about whether or not it plays like any one specific game. But mannnnnn it looks cool as hell this time around.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

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✶࿐ Summary : you still don't know what you're here for but you won't give up for finding the answers for it

✶࿐ Word Count : most likely to be quite enough, I suppose 😅

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, Jason Carver and his gang reoccurring lol, mentions of guilt and past trauma, use of y/n, topics about social issues like racism, LGBT, women's rights, feminism, mental health awareness, body positivity, wrong point of view of religion, reader is still adjusting with the whole crew but she's getting a hang of it slowly and surely, once again no spoilers! 🤭

✶࿐ What to Expect : ANGST at the beginning and FLUFF and the end! we're getting there, reader lives in 2024, time travel, romance, comedy, a sneak peek of being in denial of both feelings 👀

✶࿐ Note To Reader : hi!, I'm sorry, If I'm taking too late to write the next part, I'm trying so hard to make it right and I'm worried that I might lose the flow 🥺

✶࿐ Author Note : after this and chapter five, it's going to get real good! SOOOO just sit tight and enjoy ❤️

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"Y/N!"

"Would you slow down?!?"

You didn't wait up for Eddie to open the passenger seat door as you went down and you saw Nancy's figure from afar already looking at the woods calling Fred's name

Gareth, Jeff, Lewis and Chrissy shared same the looks as they start speed walking to follow you

You sprint your way up to Nancy until Eddie snatched your whole body away from the road when you heard the tires screeching next to you, Steve almost run you down that made you and Eddie fell down on the ground

"Oh my fucking god, are you two alright?" Steve exclaims as he gets out of his car and the rest as well

"Yeah, man, I'm good, Y/N-" Eddie grunts and you swore to himself that he heard you whimpered slightly when he carefully moves your legs aside but you still force yourself up to stand

When you get up you almost fall back down again but Steve catches you by the arms

"What's the rush?" Steve already had an idea that you're the mystery girl that Dustin and Max just told him earlier at the car

"I seriously really have no idea too" Eddie dusts himself off and both men saw the fear in your eyes

You tried to get away from Steve but he holds you in place, you called out to Nancy where she followed your voice and finally saw you and everyone

"Y/N, you're limping" Eddie inspects your leg, he figured out that you might have a bruise from the impact that just happened

"Steve, let me go" you keep looking at him back and forth with those eyes that he couldn't quite place what are you afraid of

He shoots his eyes back to the woods and to you

He only just met you but you speak his name filled with so much familiarity

It's like you already knew him before

Steve briefly nods and he does let you go and you scurried away as Eddie runs behind you

"Dude!" Eddie exclaims as he holds his hands up

"Come on" Steve muttered under his breath as they all followed you

"Nancy!"

She looked at you in confusion and the people behind your shoulder

"Who are you-"

"Where is Fred?"

"What"

"Where is Fred Benson?!?"

"I-I don't know- I told him to wait for me in the car and the next thing I know he's not there anymore- he could be in the woods?"

Your eyes are now watery, she saw the worried look on them as you brush past her

"What is going on? W-What are you guys doing here?"

Everyone ignored Nancy's questions as she also went inside of the woods too

"Y/N! you're moving too fast!" Eddie shouts as he tries to keep up with you

You loudly gasp, "O-Oh my god" you almost tripped in the branches as you come closer to him

It's happening, you could hear his breathing rapidly fast, his eyes are went extremely white with blue-ish hues on them like Chrissy's

Nancy cupped her mouth in shock when his friend's body begin to float, you frantically looked inside your bag and they all saw a wired earphones as you plug it on the device that Eddie, Dustin, Chrissy and Max just saw recently

"That's exactly like-" Eddie pants besides everyone

"What happened to me" Chrissy takes a sharp breath

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Nancy, Gareth, Jeff and Lewis whipped their heads at what they just heard

"Nancy"

"Y-Yes?"

"Do you know his favorite song?"

"I-I don't-"

"Answer me! Nancy or else we can't save him!"

"It's the only way we can save your friend, Nancy, you gotta think" Chrissy went in front of her

This is all too much to bear, it's all coming to fast, she closes her eyes as she remembers one time, she catches a glimpse of Fred's cassette tapes when they're writing a school paper together

When Nancy yells the song to you, you placed the wired earphones to him as you wished that you could still save him

You wished that there's still more time, you know there might be 1% chance when he's already levitating above the air

"Fred! I know you can hear me, it's not your fault that you and your classmate got into an car accident, it was never your fault, it was an accident" you say as you look up to him hoping that you can also save him like you did to Chrissy

"What is she talking about?" Nancy furrowed her brows

"She's from the future" Eddie answered as he kept his eyes on you

"What?"

"I think it's true, Nance, Dustin told me that she saved Chrissy's life" Steve replies as he puts his hands over his hips as he pulls his brows together

You can't fucking believe it

Fred went back down on the ground as you catch him before he knock himself over

"Don't Dream It's Over" is still playing as he looked scarily everywhere in the woods thinking he might be still in the other dimension

Chrissy wipes her tear with a shaky hand, Gareth saw it as he darts his eyes back to her and to Fred

"Fred, Fred, you're here, you're safe now" you held him by the shoulders

The moment he felt your warmth beneath your touch, he knew that you're real that he's not in the other side of the world anymore as he throw his arms around you

He starts crying as you rubbed his back, you sadly smile that you saved someone again as you exhaled deeply

You finally meet Eddie's eyes that brings you so much comfort

The eyes that says that you're not alone

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Lucas couldn't take it no more

He knows that he's going too far

He knows that even Max wouldn't be proud of him if he still continues to stay with them

So, he made a plan to escape them, he wanted to warn his friends

Little does he know that you already know about this

"I know where he is"

The car abruptly stopped as Jason looked at him studying him

"Well, it's about damn time, Sinclair"

"He's over at that strange hut in the woods"

"Yeah, I think I know where that is!" Patrick leans forward as he exaggeratedly nodding to Jason

"He better count his days now" Jason murmurs as the car begins to move again

Lucas took a deep breath through his nose, he knows that there's a hidden bike in there he could use it for his plan to getaway from Jason

He knows this won't be easy, he is scared for Christ sakes but he is much more terrified of what he might do to his friends

And that alone.....he won't be able to forgive himself, so, while there's still time he won't let Jason do this

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"El?"

"Yeah?"

"You haven't spoken a word"

El sighs in defeat as she sat down on the dining table as she pulls down the sleeves of her sweater

"It's just that- something weird happened back at the airport"

"What kind of weird?"

"I almost fell back down, right? and then Mike thought I was lightheaded but I wasn't something else flashes right before my eyes"

Will nods in understanding as he pauses in thinking as he asks "Flashes?"

"It's a person, a girl, I don't know who she is and I think there's danger ahead"

"In what?"

"Back in Hawkins, I think- it's giving me a sign, a warning"

"N-No, that's impossible- should you feel that since-"

"I know, I lost my powers few years ago but Will, I think the person in my vision is already helping our friends out there, I know I haven't met her but I feel her energy, it's so different"

"Are we going to tell this to-"

"No"

"What?"

"Don't tell anyone yet, I don't wanna make them worry"

Joyce appears right around the corner with a dish filled with food "Is anyone hungry tonight? I'm sure all of you will like this"

"Yes, I'm starving" Mike climbs downstairs as he settles besides El

"Mom, is it okay that Argyle is coming over?" Jonathan helps out putting the linens in the table before placing the dishes

"Yeah, sure, hon" Joyce smiles as she puts down the utensils

"You ok?" Mike takes El's hand as she looks at it and then back to Will with a look that says

"I'll tell him when the time is right, I promise"

"Yes, I'm doing alright"

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"So, Dustin told me everything"

You looked over to your side and saw Steve offering you, a glass of lemonade, you take it and softly murmured, thank you

"I'm sorry" you say with a deflated voice

Steve looked at you as if you've done something unforgivable as he shakes his head at your words, "What are you apologizing for?"

"Isn't this creepy to you?" You point to yourself and to him

"Of what? we're having an conversation?"

"No, it's me that I just spawned out of nowhere and I-I think I'm not used to all of this yet- it's surreal to me"

Steve analyses your expression, your movements and your face

You can't just pretend that you just met Steve Harrington and my god, the articles that you read about him are undeniably true

His looks, his face, the way that he talks and his infamous luscious glorious hair

Steve Harrington that you met in the convention for your report for school about the history of Hawkins, if you compare to this and now, it's making you want to hurl and die

He has that sparkle in his eyes, you can't see that anymore, the lively joy on it

And now, since you're from the future, you are dreading the idea that he'll lose them very soon

He isn't like this when you met him, it isn't because he's middle aged, sure, he is still willingly to tell people about the truth in Hawkins like Dustin did with his book

He's only killing time because he has got no will to live anymore

After....a lot of battles happened, you wouldn't blame him for it but you want to erase that thought

Hopefully

"Seems like you're normal to me" he just shrugs as he drinks his lemonade

His voice snaps out of your thoughts, "Huh?"

"I said that you're cool to me and-"

"Nah, that's not what you said"

"Yes, it is"

"It's another word!"

Steve is amused to this natural bickering as if he didn't almost run you over with his car an hour ago

You let out a breathy laugh, "Right, okay, Steve, your charm may work on other girls but not to me" you brush past away from him as he chuckles

"You may deny it but my charming nature will not be diminished by your words" he says with a deep voice that made you almost spit out the lemonade in your mouth

"I want the Steve back that gave me a glass of lemonade" you giggle as you gesture to him to get back

"The royal one?" Of course, he knows that you're aware of his reputation but he wants to know of what you think of him

"No, the Steve that acknowledged his mistakes, holds himself accountable for it, makes up for it, everyone thought you're mean but that's just all an act that you show at school turns out that he's got a big heart full of love and very caring, if they give him a chance, not only that he become a much better person ever"

Steve slowly opens his mouth and is completely awestruck of the words that you just said to him

You smile at him as you place your hand over his shoulder as you give him a reassuring pat

"You have no idea how much everyone adored you in my time" you show a bit of a sadly smile at him but in your eyes it shows how much you appreciate him

"Y/N!" Max pulled you with her as you mouthed "I'll talk to you later!"

Robin saw his amazement face as she follows his friend's gaze as she came into his side as she sips her own drink, his eyes never left you, "Oh, boy, what's gotten into you?"

"For the first time in my life, Robs, finally someone else sees me through who I am"

"What am I then? A wall?" She jokingly said as she begins to ramble at him

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"What is like to live in the present?" Max asks as she pulls you to her side as you became the center of attention

All eyes on you and it's making you feel overwhelmed again

"Do they have flying cars in the future?" Dustin asks as he points at you

You shake at him as you watch curses something under his breath

"Music, what about music? Does future have good ones?" Gareth leans forward from his seat as he waits for your answer

"Well....." You try to appear positive about it but it turns out the exact opposite because the way Lewis notice your face scrunched up in the question

"That doesn't sound good" Jeff says as he looks at Eddie who is looking at you in curiosity

"Okay, okay, future has 50/50 of it, but in my case? I'd still choose the classics anytime and all the time"

"Why?" Fred asks as he adjust his glasses back in

"Because the music in my time doesn't feel the same anymore like it doesn't hit like it usually does" you explain it as you watch them all nod to your answer

"Movies?" You heard Steve's question before you can look beside you as you felt the couch dip when he sat himself in

"Oh, it's like the same thing with music too, it's 50/50"

"Really? Why is that?" Robin crossed both of her arms as she tilts her head at you in question

"Is it just me or nothing is good that ever comes out in the future?" Dustin says as he fixes his cap in the mirror as he looks at you in the reflection

You chuckle in amusement, "Not really, not all of them are bad, what I mean is that in music what I don't like it loses its value, the reason why we enjoy listening to music it's because we feel it, right?"

You watch them one by one agree to your words as you continue

"Right now, you could still feel that is made with love and passion but in my time? only a few of them has it and it doesn't have a soul anymore, they just make up nonsense and then release it" you eye roll to the battle that you have against at every fandom you've been in

"And movies?" Max brings herself closer to you as she listens carefully

"They're more into CGI and not appreciating good acting unlike the movies before"

"CGI?" Gareth repeats your words in confusion as you saw all of their faces mirrored the exact same thing with him

You clear your throat when you realized you're getting way too ahead of yourself, "If you watch Star Wars, Alien, The Exorcist and Jaws, all of them have movie magic right? well, guess what, In my time? it's much more high-tech and more realistic than we have today but some of them are taking the advantage of using it frequently rather than using it lightly"

You get the response a lot of "ahhh's" and you just chuckled to yourself, it's like you're having a business meeting

"Don't get me wrong, I like seeing special effects in movies, I mean, they're cool but pouring them all too much in a film is tiring and again missing the point of what's the story is all about" you shrug as you rest your back in the couch and leaned down

"What about the society?" Eddie asks as he comes forward, all eyes are on him as everyone waits for him to elaborate

"Like social issues?"

He nods, "Yeah, tell us about that"

You breathe through your nose, "That's kind of a big question but okay, I'll try my best to answer"

After another segment of genuine reactions to everyone, you're not going to lie, you are fond witnessing it, if you live in the past, you would ask the same

Who doesn't want or wish the future to become more better than before?

"I'm not saying that my year is better but I'm glad everything is lessen and much more free than before" you say as they all nod in understanding on what you mean by that

"There is still hatred that is happening but a lot more people are not afraid anymore to speak up and stand up for what is right" you add as you saw Robin twiddling with her thumbs as you already felt what she wanted to ask

"Everyone is welcome, no matter if you like girls or boys" you say as you look at Robin's eyes and her blue doe eyes staring at your soul as she start panicking at her stance as she excuses herself for a minute but a smile lingered on her face as you pursed your lips to bite off your smile

"All body types are accepted too" you say this as you don't tear your eyes away from Chrissy who's eyes became glassy from your words as she smiles in gratitude

You know her struggles as a cheerleader and you know that she's the golden child of the family and the pressure that she's been holding it in, it's the main reason why she is targeted by Vecna

"I think Nancy is going to love this one" you smirk at the thought of it

"Oh?" Nancy tug up a smile on her lips with a arched eyebrow

"Toxic and fragile masculinity are shut down with a lot of good feminists in my time, a lot of women speaking up in music and even on films too"

"Wow, that's amazing!" She says with a excited smile on her face as she starts became giddy at you

"Discrimination is a big no-no in my time too, a lot of great people died for it and a lot of us didn't let it end there, we still keep fighting for it"

"That's so awesome, Y/N" Jeff says as you saw the disbelief on his face

"What I only don't like about it, people are too sensitive sometimes that it's over exaggerated and twisting every word, I'm happy that a lot of people are aware, but you know, you can't just control the world sometimes too" you sigh as you get up from your seat as you pour yourself another glass of lemonade

"Damn, I just hope people in the future aren't making fun of us anymore" Gareth scratches the back of his neck and Eddie shushes him

"Oh, if only you knew" your mind flashes to every scenario back in Hawkins High and you winced that some of them are still dragging their religion to their kids to stay off to rock music which is so ridiculous

"I know all of you have so many struggles especially when it comes to certain emotions because I do too share the same angst, so, I'm telling this just to let you all know that you're not alone" you take in a deep breath before you speak again

"My family is uh- religious and I know the saying that "you should pray more and that depression will go away", well, it's not that easy, am I right? It takes so much time to recover and yeah, thankfully some of that situation is not getting tackled anymore in my time but some elders don't agree on it since they keep saying that we feel is not real but you know what it is, others are stubborn to understand, you're lucky if your parent is willingly enough to try to put their pride for once and help their child" you say as you swallow the liquid in your mouth harshly as you blink the angry tears that is forming in your waterline

Eddie can see that you're trying not to break in front of them and he feels bad and also pissed off? that's new to him, he doesn't even know your folks personally but can't help but feel sorry for you

you sniffle and let out a nervous chuckle, "Oops, my bad, if I went too serious-"

"It's alright" Fred smiles sympathetically at you and give back the same gesture to him

"Y/N" Dustin pops his head in the corner of the room saying something about the news in the television

"What is it?"

"Just- all of you come with me!"

"This better be good" Steve sighs tiredly as he leans his side in the wall

"BREAKING NEWS : A satanic cult, The Hellfire Club, a ritual as they say from the people of Hawkins that the members are performing a human sacrifice as many concerned citizens about their children being targeted by the leader named Eddie Munson, it's the prime suspect...."

The voice from the reporter drowned out from your hearing as it became all blurry and your vision starts to unclear to you as you feel like something else has sucked into your soul, a punch to your gut, a slap into your face and you thought you're getting good at this

Well, you thought wrong, when you think you can change the past

All of the voices from your new found friends are also overlapping as your mind wanders to something that you simply wanted to avoid

The tragic ending for him

Him, the person that you defended all your life even like your life depends on it

You care about him so much that it destroys you and you don't want to take over the toll of your mentality again

You drop your glass onto the floor making a breaking sound causing everyone to stop talking to each other as they all looked at you

You gasped as you looked at Steve with a pounding heart, "Steve- I'm s-sorry" you stuttered

"It's okay, Y/N" he says as he finds his broom to sweep the broken pieces of glass on the floor, he moves you aside to keep you away from the dangerous shards on the ground

Eddie saw your state like you're in the verge of tears as he walks closer to you and held your forearm

"Y/N?" He says softly, it is laced with so much empathy, you really don't know what you truly feel about him

Is it admiration? or is it love? Or maybe you are driven to fight for him because you know they didn't give him justice for what he deserves in the first place?

You can't just love somebody from the past who clearly doesn't have any idea who you are until now

"Y/N? talk to me, I'm right here" he says carefully as he patiently waits for your answer

"I-I have to go" you move and step away from him as he calls out your name as he follows you

Unbeknownst to the both of you, someone else catches the slightest obvious intimacy at the exchange between the two of you

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"Sinclair?"

"Where is he?"

"Did he just bailed on us?"

"Fuck, he snitched us"

Lucas was fighting for his breath as he cycling his way out of them, he's panting as his chest hurts as it lacks for air to ease out but he can't stop now or else he is going to end up with a blow to his face

He doesn't know where he's friends are, he must find the nearest payphone, he needs to contact them as soon as possible

He just can't believe that Jason will do such a thing, he is now regretting leaving his friends behind, he is ready to explain everything to them

He doesn't even care at this point if they don't understand him but at least he has got to say his piece

He knows that Eddie and Jason are two different people with different interest and social cliques

Eddie can be a lot of things but Jason? spreading lies without proof is clearly inhumane thing to do and it's insane

It's every fiber of his being the urge to stop him but what can he do? when he might end up in a freaking ditch? so, the only option is to lie to them

"H-Hello?" He says with a strained voice as he tries to clears his throat, he looks at the side to see if Jason's car is approaching he is bopping his knee up and down in nervousness

"Sinclair? Dude, you sound awful-" Steve answers and picks up the phone and Lucas can already the worried look on his face as he can sense the concern at the tone of his voice

"is Dustin with you? Give the phone to Dustin, I need to talk to him" he pants and wipes the build up perspiration on his forehead

"Oh, he's right here-" Lucas heard the rustling cord over the receiver and hears his friend's voice muttering the words to Steve "Is that Lucas? Hand me that phone-" "Hey watch it, Henderson"

"Hey, are you going to tell us your spectacular bonding with your varsity friends?"

He huffs, "I'm not going to argue with you, Dustin-"

"Where were you? Have you seen the news-"

"God! Just listen to me!" He exclaims in frustration as Dustin can hear the way Lucas slam his hand at a surface

There's a beat of silence as Dustin squeezes his eyes shut as he begrudgingly, "Fine" he says through gritted teeth

"It's about Jason and I think Eddie's life is in danger"

"Say no more, you have a lot of catch up to do, where are you?"

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Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 7: He's questioning You.

Gifs by din-jarring

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It was late in the evening, when you were walking on the street, heading to the station. You have passed by the station many times, but you have never been inside.

The DEA signboard reminded you of Javi. You didn't even know if he was here now, but he must be off duty at this hour.

You shook your head slowly, you had to focus on Caroline. But you had no ideas or plans either. You came here with putting everything on the line. It was just not you to sit at home and ignore all.

There was an armed guard standing, guarding at the entrance, you couldn't see inside clearly. You felt exhausted, you needed to pull your shit together at first, so you went to the nearest bar to take a breath, after all you walked all the way here. If your father couldn’t see your car outside, he might get suspicious.

Now he was thinking you were sitting in your room sulking -like always-. He couldn't say anything because he was already used to it.

The bar was crowded, so you sat near the window, so you could see the station’s entrance clearly. You ordered a drink, however, you couldn't see what was going on behind you because you were looking out the window and your head was full of thoughts.

At that time Steve and Javi were sitting at the bar counter, which was right behind you, but a bit far away.

“Is that why you didn't question her?”

“The chief handed it over to the other officer because I was leaving anyway. After the Cali cartel, these are the crumbs left behind, everyone wants a piece of the action.”

“The Salazars?”

“No, Pacho fucked almost all of them before he surrendered. The North Valley, I mean, they're not very ambitious, well not yet.”

“It never ends, does it, you squash one bug and another one pops up.”

“At least it's not our problem anymore.”

“Yeah for now.”

They clinked their glasses.

“Javi, hi, how are you?” Katie, Javi's coworker, was there too.

You looked over at the same time because you just heard his name. Your heart almost skipped a beat when you noticed him.

How long has he been there? And who the hell was that woman?

“How could you not call me after that night, I'm upset.”

Steve laughed, he was used to it. Javi rolled his eyes.

“I was busy, what the fuck are you doing in Cali anyway?”

You were about to cry with anger as she touched his cheek. Your heart was already broken after what happened, and now seeing him so intimate with another woman broke it one more time. Your hands began to shake as she leaned over Javi's lap and kissed him, suddenly you spilled your drink all over yourself. And tears began to flow.

That's all I need!

You quickly got up from your seat and walked quickly to the exit.

Even though you didn't notice him, Steve noticed you from a distance, wondering why this woman is crying, and then he recognized your face. After you got out, he stood up all of a sudden.

“Where are you going, Stev?” Javi asked.

“I'll be right back,” he said without looking at him and ran off.

Javi pushed Katie away from his lap.

“I'm not in the mood tonight, gotta go.”

Steve was out looking for you when you were cursing yourself because you couldn't hold back your tears. He heard your murmuring. He was thinking how to approach you, what to say.

He realized that you were the little bird. He'd seen enough of your photos in the files when he’s in Bogota.

You were trying to pull yourself together. To take a tissue you zipped your bag open but you realized someone extends his hand, offering a tissue. You couldn't see his face well in the dark, but he was a blue-eyed man with blond hair. You took the tissue.

“Thank you,” you said and walked away.

Fucking embarrassing.

Steve just stood there, watching you walk away, confused as hell, why were you here at this hour? Why were you looking at Javi and crying?

And why were you walking at the police station right now?

He put his hands on his waist, thinking what to do.

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When you entered the station, you were trying hard to get rid of your thoughts. Of course you were going to cry for hours when you got home, but you can't think of it now.

Paloma noticed you and immediately raised her hand to stop you.

“Señorita, you can’t be here at this hour, unless you've come to surrender,” she smiled.

You swallowed, “No, I'm here for my friend, Caroline.”

“Look, honey, it's really late and no one is going to-”

“Caroline Reyes, arrested a couple days ago, well, she-”

“Cocaine girl,” said a man voice quite loudly.

In shock you looked in that direction. A bulky police officer was approaching to you, he looked angry and curious both.

“Are you the one she wants?

“I'm her friend, I'm here to see how she's doing.”

“Oh, yeah, you brought clean clothes too? Okay, let's take señorita,” he gestured to the other cops.

One of them came up to you, grabbed your arm roughly and dragged you over there.

“Wait a minute, I'm not a criminal, I didn’t do anything just wanna see her.”

The chief laughed cockily.

“Everyone who comes here says the same shit, sweetheart.”

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Steve was still standing outside, smoking meanwhile and Javi, who just left the bar, came up to him.

“Fuck man, I've been looking everywhere for you,” he said, but Steve didn't turn to him. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?”

“Did you blow off your date?”

“What date, she came out of nowhere.”

“You two were like very close,” Steve said, still staring at the station.

“It was a one-time thing, way before the operation, never mind that.”

Steve turned to Javi this time.

“So you brushed her off, that's not you.”

“Fuck that, tell me what you're looking at. Why did you take off?”

Steve turned his eyes back to the station, threw his cigarette and stubbed out with his foot.

“Javi, we need to go to the station.”

“No, man, I want to go home and rest, didn’t you say  jet arrives the day after tomorrow? Did you forget something there?”

“Come with me man, you won't regret it.”

Javi frowned as Steve walked towards the station.

“What the fuck does that mean? Are you Mr. Mysterious or what?”

He followed behind him, confused as hell.

When Steve and Javi got in, Paloma greeted them.

“I thought you were gone.”

“Me too,” Javi grumbled.

“Where's the chief now,” Steve asked.

“In his room, it's a bit of a busy evening.”

“Okay, thanks, come on Jav.”

Javi didn't understand what was going on, but he trusted his old friend.

The Chief was surprised to see them, opened the door and came out.

“Agent Peña, Agent Murphy?”

“The girl who just walked in, where is she now?,” Steve asked.

“We took her to the interrogation room. How did you-”

“Did you find out who she is?”

“No, she refuses to give her name, Morales is about to interrogate her.”

“No need, we'll take care of it, right Javi?” He winked at him.

Javi was very surprised but nodded.

“Fine, but your transfer is in two days-”

“Sir, I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important,” Steve said.

The chief didn't understand, but he nodded.

“OK, fine by me, you're the experts.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As Steve and Javi heading to the interrogation room, Javi asked out of curiosity.

“Who is this girl? What's going on?”

“We're about to find out,” Steve said as he opened the door to the observation room and walked in. Morales was there.

“Agents?”

“The chief wanted us to do this, why don't you just break off?”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he believes that it's our specialty,” Javi said, backing up his buddy, even though he didn't know what the fuck was going on.

“Okay,” Morales said, demoralized, and left the room.

When he left, Javi immediately turned to Steve.

“Are you going to tell me what's going on?”

Steve was looking through the one-way mirror directly at the person in the interrogation room, which is you.

“Javi, do you recognize this young lady from somewhere?”

Javi had been in this room countless times, interrogated with countless criminals. But he never had this feeling before. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you in that room.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Our little bird.”

When you were in the interrogation room, it was impossible to hear or see the other room. So as you sitting in that room, waiting, feeling like clock ticking very slowly. You were very bored also angry that they took your bag.

“At least give me some water,” you complained.

And then you huffed with boredom.

“She's so cute,” Steve giggled, they were behind the glass so they could hear you.

Javi looked at him frowning.

“Why the hell is she here? How did you notice her anyway?”

“I saw her-“ he skipped the crying part. “Going into the station, why don’t you interrogate her and find out. Chris and Danny said there is something going on between you and her.”

“They talk too much,” Javi hissed.

“So there is?”

“What?”

“So you have something with her, you didn't deny it,” he said with a big grin.

“We'll talk about it later, now I have to ask her why she's here,” Javi said as he opened the door. “Aren't you coming?”

“I'll watch for a while and come if you need me.”

Javi rolled his eyes and left the room.

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You were resting your head on the table when the door opened. You heard the footsteps of the person entering, you immediately looked up. You almost fell off the chair when you saw Javi.

You swallowed hard but avoiding eye contact with him because realized how much you missed him.

Javi pulled the chair in front of you, he didn't like when you looked away. He missed you too, but he certainly didn't expect to see you in here so he kinda upset too.

He sat in the chair and crossed his arms, leaned back.

“I have a lot of things to ask, but Y/N, what exactly are you doing here for fuck's sake?”

When you looked at him, his brown eyes were looking at you curiously.

“I,” you were thinking about what to say.

After all this time, it must be a twist of fate that you met in a place like this.

“I'll answer any question, but please let me see my friend, Caroline.”

“The cocaine girl?” Javi was surprised. “She's your friend? And you just came to ‘see’ her? How irresponsible.”

“What are you saying, she's my best friend, I need to see her.”

“Do you have any idea what you're accused of-”

“I know, why don't you let me see her? Obviously someone set her up, let me talk to her, please Javi- Well, Agent Peña.”

Javi remained silent then Steve, who was watching everything, entered the room. “Let's get the girl Jav, let them meet,” he smiled at you.

You were surprised when you remembered he was the man from before.

“You?”

“Hi, I'm Agent Steve Murphy, Javi's partner and friend, you might know me,” he extends his hand.

Suddenly remembered his face and name. You have seen him on tv and all newspapers years ago.

“Yeah, you're the guy who took down Escobar,” you shook his hand. Then you narrowed your eyes. “You must be also the one of them, who planned to kidnap me,” you turned your eyes to Javi.

Steve chuckled.

“Both smart and cute, Javi.”

Javi pursed his lips.

“I don't know, it didn't seem smart of her to come here so reckless.”

“Hey, I'm here for my friend,” you said frowning.

“You should have come to me then, isn't it stupid to just walk straight into the station and say you wanted to meet with your friend who was caught with cocaine?”

“I thought you'd already left, and besides, I wasn’t sure about you’d help me or not.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Last time I checked you didn’t do anything I say, you didn’t even call me for days.”

Steve laughed.

“That reminds me of our arguments with my wife.”

You both turned your head to him, he was still laughing but you weren't.

“Oh, I'm sorry, it's just. Anyway, Im gonna get the coke girl, Caroline I mean.”

When he left the room, you and Javi looked at each other, but you were both silent. He came up to you and perched himself on the edge of the table.

“Your dad doesn't know you're here, does he?”

He was so close to you, but you had to lift up your head to look at him.

“No, he even threatened me not to come here.”

Javi laughed. “You're unbelievable,” he said, leaning down to look at you, his eyes locked on yours. He put his hand on your cheek, strokes gently.

The moment he touched you, you felt like you were electrocuted, but it was so nice, you missed his touch so much. Your heart was beating so fast.

“What am I going to do with you,” he murmured.

His face was very close to yours now, you blushed.

When the door opened, he stood back.

“Caroline!” You felt relief as soon as you saw her.

Steve gestured for her to come in but his eyes were on you and Javi.

“Y/N!”

You hugged her tightly, finally were able to see her. You shocked when you realized there are few bruises on Caroline's face and her lips were almost white.

“Caroline, what happened to you? Are you okay?”

“I am now,” she said, her voice shaking, her eyes looking at Javi and Steve with fear.

“Have a seat,” Steve said, pulling out the chair for her to sit, when she sits next to you, you grabbed her hand.

Javi was leaning his back on wall, crossed his arms. Steve came up to him. As the two of them looked at you, Caroline began to tell you what had happened to her.

According to her, it was the guy from the last nightclub you went with her. The night that Javi, Danny and Chris raided the club and caught David, -well they had to shoot him-. Caroline said those two men, related to the other narcos.

The North Valley.

“Not the drug cartels again,” you hissed.

Javi and Steve also were looking like fed up too.

“Caroline, how did they find cocaine on you, what happened?” you asked.

“Alejandro, he invited me to his house, I had been there once before but his father wasn't there, he was there the second time. I think he's name is Orlando-”

“Fuckin Orlando Henao Montoya? Fuck this man,” Steve growled, takes a cigarette from his pocket and puts it in his mouth.

“The Overall Man.” Javi sighed, unlike his buddy, he take nicotine gum out of his pocket but taste was awful, he made a face.

Steve smirked.

“Who,” you asked while looking at Javi who chewing nicotine gum, just like you said, you smiled at him, he caught your smile and blinked at you.

“Their leader,” Steve answered as he lit up his cigarette. “Señorita please keep telling about all.”

“Yes, when I was there,” she swallowed. “He forced me to use drug, I mean cocaine. I wasn’t in myself for a while you know. I don’t remember what he did to me.”

“Hijo de puta,” you got disgusted.

“What about the car?” Steve asked, as he and Javi were going through a file. “According to your statement here, you were caught on the road with a carload of cocaine. Driver is shot by police, you were with him. Surprisingly, he has a clean criminal record, just like you are.”

“My brother, they threatened me with him, they said they would kill him if I wouldn't get in the car. I don't know the driver though, but they threatened him with something I’m sure of it. He just panicked and try to shoot the police but they got him.”

“What about your brother,” you asked.

“Yes, he told us that he got a job as a truck driver a month ago, but he was actually their driver. I saw him there.”

“Where is the destination and where did you set off from?” Javi asked.

“It marked on the map. We got caught before we could get there so,” she looked embarrassed and bowed her head, you patted her hand..

Javi and Steve found the map among Caroline's belongings that the police had confiscated before she was taken into custody.

“This place-,” Javi said, surprised.

“Do you know where it is,” Steve asked.

“It was the last warehouse of the Cali Cartel. But it was empty when police raided it. According to what Chepe said during the confession that night, 700 kilos of cocaine were supposed to come here from New York. But it was empty. Then we went after Miguel, nobody cared rest.”

“Fuck, they grabbed themselves a big slice of the pie.”

“Yeah, but where are they gonna eat it?”

They looked at each other, then at Caroline.

“Is your brother still their driver?”

She nodded.

“Any chance you can talk to him, I mean, if we find out where they took the coke-”

Javi grabbed his arm.

“What are you doing? We have to be in Bogota in two days.”

“700 kilograms coke, Javi, we can't just wait without doing anything.”

“Steve, you came here to testify for the operation, we took the Cali shit down, and when I get back there I'm probably gonna be dismissed, so who are we gonna ask for help? Just the two of us can't take them, man. It's suicide to do it without backup.”

“What are the cops doing here? We'll talk to the chief.”

“We're not even sure where the coke is. What if we get there and we don't find what we're looking for?”

“I can find out,” Caroline said, and everyone in the room looked at her in surprise.

“Caz, are you crazy?”

“No, his father trusts Alejandro so much like blindly. I mean, he's holding him responsible, I guess, to make him a leader in the future or something. He gave him papers with the destinations of all the shipments and stuff. I was there for two days, and when I asked him what those papers were-”

Caroline stopped, she looked like she was going to cry.

“He beat me to death,” she said, which explained the bruises on her eyes and body. You hugged her when she started crying, you were so angry.

“It's okay, sweetheart.” You patted her back with your hand.

You felt so sorry for her, she must have been so scared, so desperate, it was so awful this happened to her.

“I would do anything to save my brother, but help me please,” said Caroline.

Javi and Steve looked at each other, neither of them knew what to do.

While you were talking to Caroline, Steve went to the other corner of the room to talk to Javi.

“I think we should leave this to the cops here, officially the North Valley is not a cartel yet,” Javi said.

“But if we catch them with 700 kilos of cocaine, they will. Come on man, just like the old days.”

“What about backup? I can't ask Berna for anything anymore, motherfucker is about to get what he wants.”

“So you haven't given it to him yet?

“I'll give it when I get to Bogota.”

“What if you need to expose the North Valley before? We know he doesn't like them either.”

“Fuck this man. Not him again.”

“We don't have a choice, Jav. If she sneaks in easy and locates the coke, we've got it in the bag. They won't be expecting us. They have no idea. Piece of cake.”

Javi and Steve turned to you and your friend.

“Okay, if you can locate the coke,” Steve said, ”we'll raid and your brother will be safe from them.”

“How,” Caroline asked.

“We'll put him in witness protection, but we need to find the cocaine, all of it, or the whole thing goes down, then we fucked.” Javi added.

“I'm sure he has the list, he knows where it is. I just need to go into his room and look at the paper. He is a junky, always high.”

“But,” you said suddenly. “If they know the police captured you? They'll kill you if they find out.”

“He knows I won't talk to protect my brother, the man next to me is already dead, I'll tell him that I blamed it on him. Anyway, they're having a party tomorrow night, I have to be there. He insisted.”

“Party?”

“Yes, I don't know what is it about, but he said it's very important.”

“This might be our only chance,” Steve looked at Javi.

Javi nodded.

“I'll go with her,” you suddenly said. They all looked at you. Javi was incredibly angry.

“Are you fucking out of your mind? No way!”

“I can't send her there alone!”

“Yes you can!”

Javi was leaning over you in anger and Steve grabbed his arm from behind.

“Y/N, he's right it's dangerous, I can't put you in danger,” Caroline said. “Hugo will be there anyway, it's better if he doesn't see you.”

“What do you mean, Caz?”

Javi and Steve looked at her.

“Yeah, he likes you a lot, I mean he wouldn't shut up asking me when I was going to take you to see him and stuff like that. Obsessed maniac.”

“Who the fuck is Hugo?” Javi asked, getting furious.

“Alejandro's cousin, he tells him everything. I mean really everything,” she said with a disgusted expression.

“That's better, I can make that idiot talk,” you said confidently. Of course you were scared, even though you trying to look brave.

“No! Out of the question,” Javi growled.

“Javi,” Steve said. “Since we can't go in and find out, it makes sense. We'll plant a listening device, and we’ll be on the watch.”

“If they suspect the slightest thing-”

“We won't let them, we'll surround them, and then we'll fuck them up.”

Javi was looking at you worriedly, Steve grabbed Javi's shoulders.

“We'll never let anything happen to her, we've done it before haven't we? We've got to do it man, we've got to get that coke shit, before they scatter it far. We're doing this for our country, and this country’s citizens, we gotta get that cocaine before it gets everywhere. You took down the Cali Cartel, don't you want to take down the poison they left behind too?”

Javi said nothing, he didn't really care about anything, except you. The idea of throwing you to the wolves, was torturing him badly.

But there was no other choice, for now.

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So Steve is in the story now, Hope you guys enjoy with my fic :)

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Max Verstappen X Celeb Ex!Reader -Angst.

Part 2, no warnings, just mentions of alcohol, reader gets really drunk, breaking up and arguing, so pretty angsty. Mentions of flirting but that’s it. Daniel Ricciardo is a legit Angel. Now Max Verstappen is crowned champion of the Silverstone Grand Prix, y/n watches on with a bitter sweet feeling, remembering all those races where she’d be the first person to congratulate him. Now everything’s different. She turns to the endless flow of alcohol that night when out in a club, things get a little tense when Max also happens to arrive at the same place. Alcohol distorts tf out of her poor, heartbroken brain and an argument ensues.

“And Max Verstappen takes first place in the Silverstone GP!” Without thinking about it, my arms reached into the air as I jumped up with a joyful cheer. Max was dominating the track this season, and it was a break from reality to utterly immerse myself in the race. I knew cameras were on me when a few eyes turned my way so I settled down with a genuine smile, glancing around the area to find where Max’s car would pull up. Already I’d joined his mum and sister in the Paddock for a few- too- many drinks, it wasn’t awkward, but I didn’t know if that was just the champagne talking.

It was safe to say I’d got completely and utterly wankered. I’d liked to have thought that it wouldn’t have continued, but I ended up heading to an exclusive club after the race, unable to give in and go back to my lonely hotel room. “Wow, you really are heartbroken girl.” Anise, who I worked with with Sky watched me shot down the Tequila. I’d sobered up from a small pit stop at the hotel room, so I was making up for lost drunkness now.

“Fuck it!” I shrugged, spitting the lime back into my glass as her eyes trailed over my shoulder. I followed her gaze to see Max had just walked in with a bunch of other guys from Red Bull. My heart jumped and immediately the distraction of alcohol no longer felt effective.

“Fuck.” I repeated as she offered me a sad smile. “I’m on the next round, girl…” Hours had passed and my attempts of avoiding Max had been successful. Well, apart from the glimpses we’d share from across the packed club. Every time I’d watch for him, I’d find him doing the same to me. It hurt way more, we used to love going out together, now we were acting like people who had never seen one another before.

“Hey! Hey, y/n/n!” A voice caused me to jump from my trance that was Max Verstappen. I blinked back, looking up to Daniel Ricciardo as a smile broke on my face. “Danny, hi!” I embraced the longtime friend who squeezed me a little extra harder. “How are you, you okay?” He kept a hand on my arm seeing as I stumbled slightly.

“I’m- I’m good! I’m a little drunk, how about you?!” I yelled over the music as he smiled back to me. “I can tell, I’m great, you wanna come over and say hi to everyone?” He offered, nudging me over as I shook my head. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” “Are you sure? Max wont bite you.” He teased causing a sad little smile to form on my face. “He might do.” I teased as Daniel threw an arm over me. “I’ll look after ya’.” With that the Australian was leading me back to where Max was stood with the rest of the team.

“Look who it is!” Daniel pointed as a bunch of men cheered out, I noticed Geri was there alongside Christian Horner, and I was overwhelmed with happiness when they welcomed me first into a hug. I was scared they’d hate me and my drunk mind was sensitive, especially when Geri had told me how much she had missed me. “How are you sweetheart, we miss you?!” Christian asked, kissing me on the cheek as my eyes landed on Max. He’d blanked me completely, tapping on the bar below with a solemn expression. I wanted to say hi, but he didn’t look up once.

“I’m good, I’m good, yeah.” I blinked a few times, back to the conversation ahead of me. “Stay here with us for a bit, we missed you!” Geri insisted, repeating Christians words. I could feel my chest knot and tighten painfully the longer I stayed around Max, and I knew I wanted to cry. Not here, not here, you never cry in public don’t ruin that now.

“I miss you guys!” Instead I forced out a sad laugh, glancing back to the free space at the bar. “Do you need another drink?” I then eyed up Geri’s empty Prosecco glass. “I’ll grab another bottle.” I insisted, hurrying towards the bar, further down than where Max sat. He looked like he was forcing himself to have a good time, and it kinda irked me that I was probably ruining his celebrations. I’d never felt unwelcome with Max, not once, but now I just felt like I was invading a space that wasn’t mine. The longer I waited at the bar the more awkward I’d convinced myself to feel. I was just about to leave when a man blocked my view. “Oh, hi!” I drunkly spoke, not having a single clue who he was. “Oh hi!” He chuckled, holding out his hand. “I’m Frankie, you’re beautiful.” Oh no… “Ah, thank you.” I shyly spoke, stumbling as I attempted to lean back slightly. “Woah!” He chuckled, reaching a hand to rest on my back. “You alright?” He questioned, hand lingering as I felt myself grimace in frustration. Not the man I wanted to see or talk to right now.

His hand began trailing down to the curve of my spine over the bump of my ass, I cringed, nudging him away. “Really not interested in you or your fucking creepy hands right now.” I hissed, the turn causing him to hold up both his hands and strut away with wide eyes. As if he thought that would work. When my vision was free, I looked up to see Max now occupied. Talking to a girl. My heart dropped and stomach churned. He hand a hand on her back as she giggled besides him, nodding eagerly before his his hand slipped off again.

Oh, fuck. Now that was a massive punch in the gut. My drunk mind was erratic as I shook my head, expression clearly disgusted, the girl catching my eyes with a confused expression before I stormed away. I had the right mind to launch myself over there and yell at him for being so disrespectful. Right under my fucking nose. He couldn’t even say hi? I was furious, beyond angry, god I was so wasted I couldn’t walk in a straight line but I sure as hell wasn’t dealing with Max flirting up with another girl right under my nose. That was just a dick move. “Ay, ay!” Daniel took both my shoulders, just as I tried to pass him. He’d seen the full exchange. “Daniel, please, I need to go.” I struggled to get past him. He tilted his head down in a slight concern when he noticed the tear that slipped from my eye. “Ah, okay, let’s go.” He ushered me out, an arm slung over my shoulder as we wormed our way out to the private smoking area that was reserved for the ‘celebrities’ only. Fucking prissy if you asked me.

“I need to go home, Daniel.” I repeated, wrapping my hands over my bare arm. “I know, I know.” “I am so fucking done with him.” My voice cracked and a sob rattled through me. “Hey, no don’t cry.” He was quick to pull me in for a hug, rubbing my back quickly. “Aw, no I don’t know what to do when people cry..” Daniel slurred slightly as I sniffled, wiping under my eyes quickly.

“Sorry, but I just- I just can’t watch him in there talking with all those girls.” I too, was slurring, it only became apparent to me when we’d got into the fresh air and I somehow felt 10x drunker. “I’m so fucking angry.” I wept. “I’m gonna regret this in the morning, I’m sorry Daniel.”

“Nah it’s a dick move from him I agree, look he’s probably just jealous.” The Australian explained, hand still on my upper back in support. “Uh huh.” I nodded looking up to the night sky in order to prevent more tears falling. “Please don’t get this upset, I know it’s shit to see but he won’t have meant anything bad by it. She probably just wanted a picture with him.” I took a deep breath, using my sleeve that was luckily black to dab under my eyes. “Yeah.” I agreed. “She’s just really pretty.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” Daniel bluntly spoke causing me to laugh out sadly. “Seriously, y/n/n, it’s just a shit time, especially when you’ve both had to be in the same place.”

“I know… I think I just need to go home.” I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Alright… Have you got your bag?” Daniels words caused me to search frantically for my bag. “Shit, it’s at the bar.” I panicked, knowing my phone and everything was in there.

“It’s okay, I’ll go get it, you wait here, alright?”

“Thanks, Daniel.”

“That’s okay.” When Daniel went inside I was left with silence. Well, that and the noise of the obnoxiously loud music. Gold digger was a playing and somehow it made me tear up knowing how often Max played this in the shower. Fuck, how was I about to cry over fucking Gold Digger by Kanye West. I was pathetic. A pathetic, drunk mess. It was kinda laughable.

Daniel returned moments later, with my bag in his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“I’ll get you back, okay? I’m tired anyway, promised Heidi I’d call her.”

“Thank you.” I nodded once again as we turned around, Daniel leading me back inside. Before we even reached the doors, they swung open again revealing nobody else other than Max. Fuck.

“What’s going on?” He stumbled out, eyes full of confusion as I looked back to him, my mouth slightly agape. “Where’s re you both going?” He blinked in utter confusion.

“Back to the hotel, mate. She’s upset.” Daniel attempted to lead me through again with a hand on my back. “Together?!” The stupid question sent a rage like no other through me.

“Oh, Max what?” I spat. “Mate.” Daniel sighed in frustration. Why on earth would he even think Danny and I would be like that. “What’s going on?!” He questioned again as I swallowed. “Why have you followed us out?” I questioned as he winced.

“You ran out, I saw Daniel with your bag? Why are you crying?” He was obviously drunk, I could tell from the bloodshot look in his eyes. “Max, leave it out-“ “No, what’s going on?!” He probed again as I sighed, looking towards Daniel. “You can go if you want, I’m just gonna…” I shrugged awkwardly as he nodded. “I’ll be inside.” He nodded back to us both, slapping Max on the shoulder in a friendly manner before heading inside, leaving me face to face with Max.

“Why are you crying?” He attempted to reach forwards and touch my arm but I pulled my arm away. He didn’t like that, he blinked as I stared back up to him. “Look, you can do whatever you want with girls, I don’t give a shit, just not right under my nose.” I gestured harshly, attempting to move past hun to go inside. “What?!” Max spluttered out a laugh, causing me to stop completely.

“You’re the one that was dancing like that right in front of me, I saw you and the man at the bar!” He exclaimed as I felt another surge of anger ripple through me. “That man was trying to feel me up, I told him to fuck off.” I spat back, my heart setting off at the confrontation. I was never good at arguments.

“And dance like what, Max?”

“Like you’re trying to get everybody’s attention!” He fired back. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, don’t tell me to shut up!” Max argued as I rolled my eyes with a frustrated sigh. I turned around and began pacing towards the exit towards the street. “Where are you going?” Max was hot on my heel as I ground my teeth.

“Away from you, I’ll let you flirt in fucking peace!” I hissed as he choked out a scoff. “Are you kidding?!”

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking, Max?! It’s been three weeks! Three fucking weeks, I turn around and you’re already talking to other girls!” My eyes began welling up again.

“Am I not allowed? You left me!” He jabbed a hand into his chest as I felt another wave of pain hit me. “You knew how lost I was.” I broke down, wiping at my eyes harshly. “You can’t use that against me, just don’t fucking do that shit right under my nose- do you know how much it hurts?” I rambled through tears as Max looked completely taken back.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t still love you, you absolute fucking prick!” I cursed as his brows winced. “Y/n-“ he attempted to mutter but I turned away and quickly tried to wipe my tears. “Such a dick fucking move, Max. Did you want to hurt me?”

“Yes.” He muttered, just when I thought I’d asked an unanswerable question. “I wanted to get back at you for leaving me.” Max spoke calmer now, scratching at the back of his neck as I shook my head in disbelief.

“That’s fucked up.” I turned around, beginning my journey back to the hotel. “I know.” He sighed, his voice following after me. “Stop following me, Max.” I rushed past the security guards, towards where there was endless cars lined up.

“Hi, Whittlebury hotel please.” I forced a smile through my tears to the driver. He must’ve thought I was a fucking psycho. When I opened the door, Max muttered my name again. “I’m not letting you go back alone.” He put a hand on mine causing me to tense up. I was so hurt, I couldn’t even look at him.

“I literally don’t care.” I lied, climbing in the back seat to which he followed me in. “I’m being serious, you’re not going alone.”

“Max, leave me the fuck alone.” I spoke lowly so the driver wouldn’t hear me. “No.” He firmly spoke, reaching over to plug my seatbelt in. That was the first time I gave in that night, finding it harder and harder to direct angry words towards him.

Now he was sat besides me in a moving car, I couldn’t exactly kick Max Verstappen out onto the streets of Silverstone either. It was more than fucking awkward as I sniffled, texting to tell my friends I was on my way back and apologise profusely to Daniel. I couldn’t even text normally, my fingers were trembling and the alcohol blurred my vision.

“You’re not coming up to my room.” I then attempted to firm, “that’s fine.” Max spoke softly, watching towards me. I refused to look at him. I couldn’t, no matter how much my heart yearned for him. My brain was growing more and more confused as I dropped my head in my hands. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I questioned glumly, Max reached over and placed a hand on my upper back. The action being small but something that made me cry 10x harder than before.

“I’m not leaving you alone, y/n.” I could see from the corner of my eye the way his head hung low, how he watched me, his touch was so soft and gentle how I always remembered. “Im sorry for making those assumptions earlier. It was so wrong of me.” He whispered as I sighed. “And I'm truly sorry for trying to hurt you, that’s fucked up.” “Stop.” I whispered feeling my whole body aching for my boyfriend back. I’d made a massive mistake of leaving him, now the guilt was eating me alive. Max sighed gently, but his hand didn’t move off my back the whole car ride back to the hotel. Of course, there was paparazzi.

“Are you okay, do you want to wait a minute?” Max asked as I looked up to him for the first time the whole car ride. His whole expression has changed from earlier, he looked more gentle, tired, there wasn’t a trace of anger left on his face. “I’m sorry, Max.” My lips trembled as I undid my seatbelt. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I sunk into his touch, a little too scared to touch him myself, but the comfort I gained from the hug was unalike anything else. He was patient with me, rested his head on top of mine for a couple moments before he took me by the hand, keeping me besides him through the row of flashing lights as I attempted to hide my face as much as possible. When we got back in the lift, it was a little awkward again. I pushed a 3 for my floor and he then pushed a 4. The floor were all the drivers stayed. “I’m just gonna go to bed now. I’m sorry for interrupting your night.” I finally spoke when the lift started moving. If I didn’t, it would be awkward as hell.

“You didn’t.” Max responded as I stared at the doors ahead of me. It was like a scene straight out of Grey’s anatomy. Soon enough, the doors swung open and I reluctantly headed back to my room. “Night, Max.” I muttered.

“Night.” I didn’t turn around to know he was glum, I knew he would be, and I couldn’t bare seeing it. I went to bed that night crying pathetically, confused as to what had actually happened. The whole thing was a mess, my mind was a mess. I really knew I’d made a fucked up decision leaving Max, now I just had to deal with the consequences…

[luveediary]

THE PARTY

Summary : you and your boyfriend Lip are at a party at his house with the Gallagher’s, and an argument is starting between you and Lip and he say something he might regret.

Warnings : Language, alcohol, angst, hurt, comfort, happy ending

A/N : English is not my first language but im bilingual so I’m very sorry if there’s misunderstanding or spelling mistakes 🫶🏼

The party we’re pretty good, everyone was dancing, singing, drinking, partying. You just drank 3 cups of alcohol because you know that Lip is gonna drink more than you and possibly get drunk, and you knew that you have to handle him after that party so you wanted to stay sober. You didn’t want Lip to drink too much still, because you know how he get sometimes when he drink too much, he’s mean, or horny��it depends, you just wanted to have a good evening.

You were in the kitchen pulling drinks from the fridge for everyone like Fiona asked you, you saw Lip getting completely drunk and you felt that he drank too much and it was time to tell him to stop. You put the drinks on the kitchen table and walk over to Lip who was talking with a friend of his.

"Lip baby.." you touch his arms to try and get his attention.

"Yeah what ?" His eyes were red and he was smelling alcohol. You prayed for it to be easy to get him to stop drinking for the evening.

"I think you should quit drinking for the evening baby, you drank too much already"

His friend look at him. "Well men im gonna go talk with Mickey, uh I'll leave you with your girlfriend" he said sensing like something we’re going to happen. He pat Lip’s shoulder then leave.

"Uh…no sorry but it’s not going to happen" Lip tell you hiccuping.

"But baby you drank too much already, can’t you try enjoying the party without drinking ?"

"Party without alcohol is not a party" Lip argue back. You remove your hand from his arm.

"Yes it is, so stop drinking please, I don’t want you to end up going to the Canada without knowing it" You refer to Frank.

"Fuck you, let me drink" he take a bottle of beer then try to take a sip but you stop him before it, and take the bottle from him. "Let me drink !" Lip snap at you, everyone stop dancing or talking and look at the pair of you.

"Lip stop okay ! I don’t want you to drink anymore you had too much, it’s been an hour since the party started and you're already drunk !"

"What is your fucking problem huh !?"

Fiona walk towards you two. "What’s going on in here ?" She frown.

"You want to know what’s going on huh !? The thing is that my girlfriend don’t want me to drink alcohol on a fucking party !" He spat.

"It’s not that I don’t want you to drink Lip, it’s that you already drank too much!"

Lip scoff, you’re worried about what’s going to happen but your not going to abandon, Lip have to stop drinking that’s all.

"You know what ? I shouldn’t broke up with Karen, because I’ll probably still be with her and she’ll let me drink and not fucking yell at me to stop drinking, you’re not fun, you’re stuck, you don’t want to drink because you want to be able to take care of me but I don’t need anybody, and also I almost forgot, you don't want to end up like your father !!"

You freeze, it’s as if someone had planted a knife in your back, you’re hurt, deeply hurt, tears threaten to flow but you refuse to let them flow on your cheeks. You wanted to say something but you felt numb.

"What the fuck Lip !?" Fiona say to him "you can’t just tell that to your girlfriend !"

"Well fuck you Fiona !" Lip spat at her

"At least yeah I’m not gonna end up like my father…but I know someone who might end up like his father…" you wipe away your tears that you couldn’t hold back.

Fiona look at you and wrap en arm around your shoulders. "Come on y/n we’re going upstairs…" Fiona give a last look at Lip then walk with you downstairs.

Lip felt like an asshole, he drop his drink on the floor then sit on the couch rubbing his eyes with his palms. By the time everyone decided to leave you alone so they left. Debbie was downstairs with Fiona and you, the other Gallagher’s went to bed except for Ian who was sitting on the couch next to Lip.

"Well you fucked up men" Ian say putting his feet on the table.

"Shut up Ian…Im a fucking asshole shit !"

"Oh hell you are, but it’s not too late to say sorry"

"I was not thinking…i-i didn’t think what I was saying to her…"

"I know but it was really fucked up…go apologize to her, I know you’re drunk but go apologize"

" 'M not drunk"

"You were starting to Lip" Ian say standing up and going to the kitchen.

"Fuck !" Lip say standing up.

You were in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while Fiona and Debbie tried to comfort you.

"Maybe I could bring you a cookie, it’ll comfort you" Debbie say to you with an innocent tone, you alway thoughts Debbie we’re a cute innocent child, you hoped she would stay like that a long time, she’s so sweet you don’t want her to grow up, she’s like your little sister.

"Thank you Debs it’s sweet of you but I’m not feeling hungry at the moment…" you try to smile at her.

"Hey Debs you should go to bed it’s very late sweetie" Fiona tell Debbie trying to get her away to talk to you more about Lip.

"Okay I’m going to bed…good night, I hope you’ll feel better y/n" Debbie hug you, you hug her back "night Debs…" you tell her, Debbie hug Fiona too and go to her room.

Before Fiona tell anything there is a knock on the door. You expected V or Carl but no, Fiona open the door and there’s Lip.

"Fi..can I talk to y/n please ?"

"Yeah…" she open the door wider to let him come on the bathroom and she leave the room to let the two of you talk.

"Baby…" Lip crouch at your level, you’re a crying mess, red puffy eyes and wet cheeks. He can’t stand seeing you like that, mostly when it’s him that he make you cry like that. "Baby I’m really sorry…I didn’t mean it, I don’t want to be with Karen, it’s with you that I want to be in a relationship with, and for your dad I’m really sorry.."

"Your an asshole Lip.." you wipe away your tears and look at him.

"I know sweetie, I’m an asshole it’s true, but I don’t wanna lose you.." he take your hand in his ans kiss the back of it.

"Promise me that when I’ll tell you to stop drinking you won’t yell at me or anything like you just did ?.." you keep wiping away your tears.

"I promise baby…and I love you so so much…and I know I’m a little bit drunk but I really mean it.."

"I love you too.."

"Come here sweetie..come in my arms" Lip extends his arms for you to go in them.

You stand up from the toilet and go on his arms, you wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest. Lip have a hand on the back of your head and one of his arm around your hips. He coo at you and give you kisses here and there, and tell you gentle words…

Heyy guys!

Here my 2nd one shot I hope you like it and I’m sorry again for the mistake I made while writing ! 🫶🏼

I don’t like the end of this one shot but I didn’t know how to end it.

[evansboyfriend]

little (big) snippet from the next aka the last chapter of and i'll use you as a focal point aka my saltommy fic especially for riley @rdng1230 <3 and shoutout to kayla @agenttommykinard for saving me from having to google american beer names. again.

Sal’s already started on dinner by the time Tommy comes into the kitchen, having changed out of his jeans and into a more comfortable pair of sweats, and there’s something rattling around in his head about having had stripped out of his clothes in Sal Deluca’s bedroom without ending up in bed with the man. 

“Ooh, bacon,” Tommy reaches for a piece from the block Sal’s cutting into little square-shaped pieces, popping it into his mouth.

Sal looks up, shooting him a glare, though there’s an undercurrent of fondness in his gaze, the corners of his mouth threatening to pull back. “It’s guanciale, you heathen,” Sal shakes his head as he returns to the task at hand. “Why do I even bother to cook for your unappreciative American ass?” 

“Excuse me, Mr. Italy.” 

Tommy tries to grab another piece but Sal swats his hand away; he doesn’t look up this time, but Tommy can see the easy grin curving his mouth, charmed by the back-and-forth between the two of them. He looks most like himself in this setting; Tommy’s come to know him well enough that he knows when Sal is at ease, without that tension that he carries in his shoulders at work and around his family. He wonders when it might’ve happened, the first time Sal put his guard down in front of him, if he would have even noticed it − maybe if he hadn’t been so caught up with holding up his own with an iron grip. 

Tommy goes to fetch himself a bottle of those fancy beers that Sal mocks him for liking but still keeps a stock of a few bottles in his fridge, and pulls up a chair and plops down at the island, sipping on his drink and watching the chef work. He spins the bottle in his hands idly until Sal tells him to make himself useful and grate some cheese, pulling out a wedge of pecorino from the fridge and setting it down in front of Tommy next to the grater. 

Tommy’s glad to have something that’ll keep his hands busy. He’s barely had a few sips of the Wisconsin Belgian Red but there’s a warmth flowing through his veins and he doesn’t think it’s the 4% alcohol that’s the reason for it. 

“We could go to Hi Tops again,” he says after a moment of silence, the pair of them working in tandem.

“Oh yeah?” Sal turns to the stove, the guanciale dropping into the hot pan with a loud sizzle, then turns around to face Tommy. “No, no! Tommy!” He reaches out and flips the triangle grater over to the finer side, shooting him a pointed look. 

Tommy blinks, his face the picture of innocence. 

“Just give it here,” Sal grabs the cheese from his hands and gets to work. “Can you get the eggs from the fridge?”

Tommy rolls his eyes as he gets to his feet. He tries to not be too annoyed that the conversation has been derailed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a control freak?” 

“You love it.” 

“The bartender asked me if you were my boyfriend,” Tommy finally says. “Last time we were there.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sal breathes a laugh. “What’d you tell him?”

Tommy reaches for his drink in lieu of answering. The cool liquid helps settle the nerves rising in his stomach. It’s ridiculous that he has to put this much effort to keep himself grounded for something as simple as this. “He also said you might have been trying to make me jealous.” 

Sal laughs again. “That’s a very observant bartender.” There’s an ease with which he speaks the words as he moves around the kitchen that drives Tommy crazy, both with the desire to pin him to the wall and kiss him stupid, and in the sense that he’s way too fucking nonchalant about this − about everything. 

“I’m gonna tell him you are,” Tommy says finally, a certain type of solid determination in his tone. “Next time we go.” 

“I’m what? Trying to make you jealous?”

“No. The other thing.”

Sal spins around slowly, and his eyes meet Tommy’s. He’s smiling something soft. He puts the wooden spoon down on the counter, rounding the corner of the kitchen island towards Tommy, a hand at the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss, chaste and closed-mouthed, his plump lips slotting between Tommy’s like they were made for it. His thumb is caressing Tommy’s cheekbone when they break apart, eyes meeting again. 

“You can tell them whatever you want,” Sal’s voice is merely above a whisper. “To whoever you want.” 

“Really?” Tommy asks, but he doesn’t give the man a chance to reply before he drapes his arms around Sal’s shoulders, tips his head down to kiss him again. Sal’s arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer and Tommy smiles against his mouth. “You don’t think you’re exaggerating a little bit maybe?”

“No, I’m not,” Sal says, jutting his chin out. “You want me to call my mom and tell her?”

Tommy breaks into a fit of nervous giggles at the thought; God, he wouldn’t be able to ever look Mrs. Deluca in the eye ever again. He drops his head against Sal’s shoulder to hide the blush on his cheeks. “You wouldn’t.” He says, because he knows that Sal is just trying to rile him up, make him squirm. 

“I’ll call her right now.” 

“Shut up.” 

Sal presses his lips to Tommy’s neck before disentangling himself from the man, pulling away entirely. “Let me make us some food, yeah? You just sit there and be quiet.”

[supercanaries]

Ship: Dabi Hawks 🦅🐍 Rating: 🔞 Tags: A / B / O, Omega Hawks, Alpha Dabi Notes: For Kinktober 2023 from the firecanaries kinktober list. Might be developped from drabble to full fic in the future ✨.

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Not a single coherent thought is going on in Hawks’s brain anymore, nothing but the wonderful feeling of being filled by his alpha. 

Touya’s perfectly swollen dick stretches him oh so well Hawks cannot bring his eyes to focus. He’s a squirming mess underneath Touya’s sweaty flesh, sunk in the sticky sheets with his legs up and wrapped around the villain’s torso, his sight blurred and his lips unable to form any words that aren’t curses or a relentless stream of yesyesyes whenever Touya hits that spot, the thin rim that separates his alpha from his womb deep inside.

“You take me so, so well, fuck,” Touya’s mouth hisses straight in his ear, his tongue coming out to play with his earring between kisses, “so tight, so wet, all for me.”

Every bit of Hawks feels like he’s gonna go insane at any moment. His omega purrs stronger at every thrust of Touya inside him, his animal instincts from his mutation growing more impatient at every slap of Touya’s fat, full balls against his ass, his sanity burning as if Touya was setting it on fire himself. 

So when Touya pulls his face back from his neck and slides his tongue inside Hawks’ mouth, he just whines and babbles against him, pleading, not sure what for.

His legs startle around Touya and he only realizes he has his nails sinking deep in the burnt and sane skin of his back when Touya chuckles against his mouth.

“You’re so wild today,” he says between kisses, full of himself as a consequence, his eyes a blurred blue mess in Hawks’s wet eyesight, “What’s gotten into you, pretty bird?”

Hawks wishes he had any type of answer, but instead all he has is moaning moremorepleasemore straight into Touya’s mouth as he squirms from below, trying to roll his hips to meet his thrusts. 

Touya doesn’t seem to mind, though. He tries to keep control – it’s clear, and manages quite well considering just how desperately he’s fucking into Hawks like his life depends on it, but Hawks doesn’t miss the way his hands slip from the mattress twice or three times, of the way his knees seem less secure on the bed than they were minutes ago.

His fingers grab the sheets and he grunts over Hawks’s face, drops of sweat coming off his face and straight onto Hawks’s cheeks until Touya’s practically fuming all over, smoke coming out of his body, and Hawks can smell the burn from the sheets at the side of his head. 

“Fuck, wanna come inside you so, so badly,” Touya curses between gritted teeth, slapping Hawks’ asscheeks with his hips. Hawks whines in spite of the slick flowing out of his body and slipping between thrusts to pool on the bed beneath his ass. Touya reaches to kiss his mouth, caressing Hawks’s tongue with his own. “I know, I know, I’m not going to,” he breathes over his mouth and fucks into Hawks like he’s really going to instead, “but I want to so bad.”

Yeah, Hawks wants that too.

He wants to feel Touya deep inside his womb, wants his knot so badly he might cry over it. He wants to be stretched by him just once, wants their bond to be physical again, like the time Touya claimed his gland and branded him his. He wants Touya to spill inside of him, fill him with his pups so that he can carry them for his beloved alpha. That’s definitely not going to happen, possibly ever. 

His legs tighten around Touya’s back and waist, as he tries to pull him closer, as if the villain wasn’t already inside him and couldn’t possibly get any closer. But Touya gets it anyway. He bends down to kiss Hawks’ mouth messily, tongues wrapping together in a clumsy dance, heads tilting frantically and almost never creating the right angle. But they’re both too gone to care. 

“‘m close,” Touya whispers inside his mouth.

“Yesyes,” Hawks practically pleads back against his tongue, reaching with his hands through Touya’s white hair, pulling him closer, devouring his mouth sloppily, rolling his hips to meet his thrusts. Fuck, nothing feels better than pleasing his alpha. Hawks throbs and leaks just from the thought of Touya coming because of him.

“Gonna pull out,” Touya kisses him, “in a moment.”

He kisses him again.

Hawks’ omega screams no in his brain, in his heart, in his soul.

He wants to be filled so badly, he can feel the tears form at the corner of his eyes. The strangled cry that comes out of his throat proves it too. 

He’s wanted it before, sure, but this time it feels different. This time his toes curl at his feet, his thighs start trembling and the mess of what remains of his wings quivers in anticipation. His lower belly feels warm, itchy and pulsing, and his face is practically on fire. Not even Touya’s boot on his cheek felt that way. He knows something is up. He can tell his body is responding differently, but fuck it if he knows what it is and if he’s going to let it stop him from making his alpha come.

“Hawks,” Touya says over his mouth, not kissing back when Hawks’s reaches for his lips with his own. His tone is suddenly serious. 

“What?” Hawks only realizes his eyes were closed when he opens them.

Cerulean eyes are staring back at him strangely.

Hawks isn’t sure he’s ever seen this specific look in Touya’s eyes.

They’ve fucked plenty when Hawks was under cover, and he knows they took it where they shouldn’t have. He knows because he has a mark to prove it. Because Dabi became his alpha and because Touya still is. But he’s never seen Touya give him such a look. His eyes look bigger in the dim light of Hawks’s room. His gaze is softer and genuinely surprised. Hawks didn’t think anything could surprise Touya anymore. 

It’s beautiful, the way his lips are slightly parted in shock. His eyebrows are arched upwards comically. It almost looks like someone else’s face but it’s still his alpha.

“Why did ya stop?” Hawks lazily rolls his hips.

He can feel Touya throb at the motion. He has to be so, so close.

“Baby bird, I don’t think you realize.” His lips twitch in a grin. It’s sly, maybe proud, but it’s not malicious. “You’re locking me.”

[cierraonline]

S2EP2: BILLIE AND SIREN DIVORCED!?....& more

Read in dark mode please 

💚💚💚💚

I can tell you want it good, girl

You ain't gotta worry no more

You keep my bottles cold and you pop 'em

As soon as I walk in the door

These dudes don't know me from Adam and Eve

That's why they can't mess up my flow

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You feel it from your head to your toes

If you know what I'm talking 'bout (Hey)

Let me see you work it out (Hey, girl)

Girl, that's what I'm talking 'bout (Come on, Finneas, talk to 'em)

💚💚💚💚

“Wait is that our new theme song!?” Billie smiles in excitement hearing her brother’s voice in a style she never knew he even liked, since his style of personal music was more on the indie side. 

“Maybe,” Siren shrugged her shoulder not really having a thought about it being the theme song for the podcast. “It was just really a snippet of my album as a producer.”

“It sounds so good so far,” Claudia compliments. “So you’re working on two albums this year?”

“Yeah, well the first album as the artist is already completed, and this album as the producer is just something to work on while I am bed-ridden.”

“Why are you being bed-ridden?” Concern was slapped onto Zoe’s face as this was the first time any of them was hearing this. 

“The doctor said that Siren is going to experience a high-risk pregancy so within the next month or two we have to prepare for her to be on bed rest for the remainder of the pregancy,” Billie offers clarification. “She didn’t tell us why thought. But she did say everything is healthy.”

“Maybe you guys are having more than one?” Claudia suggested. 

“My stomach isn’t even that big for it to be more than one,” Siren shook her head. “And I don’t think I can handle pushing out more than one body out of me.” 

“Well your belly just popped so it might grow increasingly over the next few weeks.”

“Let’s not put that out into the universe,” Siren nervously laughs. “It’s gonna be one baby and one baby only.” 

“I think it’s going to be twins,” Claudia smirks.

“Ouu that would be cute,” Zoe gawks. “Like one mini Siren and one mini Billie.”

“That sounds like a nightmare for them if that is to happen,” Billie laughs. “We were so bad as kids. If we get mini verison of ourselves we would then be forced to expereince what our parents had to go through with us.” 

“We’re not having twins, it’s just one baby in me,” Siren declares.

“But you don’t know that,” Claudia states, with a big smile on her face.

“And you don’t know that there’s twins because none of us have actually seen the screen or hear the heart beats.”

“Why is this pregnancy such a secret?” Zoe questions. 

“Probably because the writer made an impulse decision to make Siren pregnant and doesn’t know what direction she wants to take it in,” Billie looks at the camera.

“Huh?” All the girls turns to Billie.

“I mean-” Billie clears her throat. “Because I think it would be such a crazy and iconic moment…almost like russian roulette.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’m Billie and that pregnant gal over there is Siren and you’re watching the ‘Whatever the Fuck This Is’ Podcast and like always we have Claudia and Zoe on the couch and Rodrick behind the camera. 

“Can we talk about what happened after therapy? How are you guys doing, honestly,” Claudia turned to the married couple in the room. 

“Well, I moved out the house and now staying with my brother next door,” Siren reveals.

“At the moment we are separated,” Billie adds. 

“So you guys are actually going through with the separation thing?” Zoe asks for clarification.

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Dr. Maleeka Brown’s Office

I think Billie and Siren need a break from each other 

The room went silent and back to its tense ways including the family therapist who honestly did not see this coming. 

“Who wrote this,” She tried to keep her tone neutral. 

“I did,” Patrick raised his hand.

“Why would you say that?” Billie comes off aggressive to her father. “Like do you want me to be unhappy. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Billie I’m sure your father has a good reason on why he wrote that,” Maggie jumps in trying to mediate. 

“What possible reason can he have to want me and Siren to not be together anymore?”

“You’re already unhappy Billie. Because if you were happy, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now,” Patrick states. 

“Billie lets calm down,” The therapist looks at her patient before turning to her father. “Can you explain to us, but most importantly to the girls why you think they should take a break from each other.”

“All they know is each other like the back of their hands and because they believe they know everything about one another it was easy from them to jump into marriage. They didn’t take the time to get to know each other on an intimate level that involves dating.”

“Okay that make sense,” Dr.Maleeka Brown agrees as the rest of the older adults in the room nodded in agreeance.

“No it doesn’t,” Billie deadpans. “If Siren and I know everything about each other there’s no need for the useless dating phase.”

“There’s always a need for the “useless” dating phase, Billie,” Patrick intercepts her thinking. 

“Your father is right, Billie,” Dr. Maleeka chimes in. “The dating phase is where you see the green flags and the red flags. Learn about what motivates each other and learn about what causes self-sabtoaging on an intimate level. And for example, if you dated you would’ve learned about Siren’s bad drug use before the marriage and not during it. Siren would’ve learned that you actually do want kids. When you are dating even if it’s your best friend the conversation is no longer based on what you thought you knew but rather what you're willingly to learn and what needs to be updated.”

“So you think we should put our marriage on a hiatus and date to learn more about each other?” Siren spoke up for the first time in a while. “Okay, I’m down.”

“What about you, Billie?” Eyes turned to the ocean eyed girl.

“No because I’m not understanding why we need to basically get a semi-divorce to date and learn new things about each other.” Frustration reeked from the girl. 

“Because the safety blanket is knowing that at the end of the night you will fall asleep in bed with Siren next to you. If you separate, that safety blanket doesn’t exist until you put in the work to create it.”

“I still don’t want to do it,” Billie shook her head. 

“You do realize we are close to being stuck in a endless marriage that none of us are happy in if we keep going down this path, right?” Siren questions her wife.

“No we’re not. You love me and I love you. We are going to be okay. Every married couple goes through a rough patch,” Billie tries to reason, grabbing ahold of her wife’s hand. 

“If you love me then you would do this for me,” Siren gave her direct eye contact. 

💚💚💚💚

“It’s not a separation, it’s a hiatus,” Billie corrects. “And honestly, although I was against the idea, I can see that it’s probably the best thing we could’ve ever done.” 

“Yeah, like I’ve never been in relationship before and all I knew about being in one is what you and Finneas would share and I didn’t understand what the bubblyness was about since you guys knew each other like forever. But now I understand,” Siren smiles. 

“It reminded me how fun dating and going on date actually are and reflecting on the dates we’ve been on lately made me feel bad because I don’t think I ever took Siren anywhere and it labeled as a date or made her feel like it was one.”

“So what have you gys been doing?” Zoe smiles.

“We’ve honestly just been around the compound and eating at the different restaurants or going to the movies that I recently developed in the compound.”

“I think now we make sure to priortize not always needing to be around each other and creating mystery and anticipation, so we have something to talk about when we go on our dates,” Billie adds. 

“Is there ever a time where you guys didn’t know what to talk about?” Claudia begins. “Because there are times where Finneas and I would go out to eat and we simply wouldn’t know what to talk about after a certain period in the date.”

“Our first date was so awkward because we didn’t know what to talk about about everything the casual how you been. And before the second date, I was at Barnes and Nobles looking for a dummies book for parenting newborns and as I’m walking I pass by the gaming aisle and saw this box where it had basically questions and conversation to have on dates. So at our second date I bought them and we just had fun.”

“The game was fun, but also helped me update answers about Siren I thought I knew like i thought her least favorite color was green but it actually deep red due to the times she had to wipe up my blood from when I would hurt my self.”

“Just going on these dates is starting to build our intimacy with one another and changing the mindset to that we know everything to there’s more to know,” Siren smiles.

“This is the most I’ve seen you genuinely smile in a while, Siren,” Rodrick speaks up from behind the camera. 

“Eww,” Siren laughs at his comment, knowing what to actually say. 

“So speaking of intimacy," Zoe smirks. “Did you guys stop having sex with the hiatus.” Flushed with red the girls looked in other directions.

“U-um.”

“Wow.”

“I’m guessing you guys are still having sex then.”

“Look at their faces, Billie is tomato red,” Claudia points out.

“I will say, Billie and I did not have sex after the first and second date.”

“What about the dates after?” Zoe hums. 

“It’s not our fault!” Billie exclaims laughing. “The sexual attention just lives there and everything feels more intense than it did before.” 

“Plus, Billie developed this breeding kink so she’s more damnding and in control in bed since the pregnancy.”

“Oh my God!”

“Eww.”

“What the fuck!” 

“Let’s change the topic,” Redness traveld from the top of Billie’s head down to her neck as she covered her mouth to hold in her embarrassed laughs. “You have a conspiracy theory for us,” She turns to Rodrick. 

“Okay so you know how people on social media been talking about how Chipotle has been giving out super small portions?”

“Yeah,” Everyone agreed. 

“Well it’s been said that their manager tells them to do that. And people who order online have it worst. So today we’re going to test that out. Off to the Conspiracy van!” Rodrick gets up from his seat and runs away from the setup.

“So do we just follow him?” Cluadia looks in the direction the male ran off to. 

“I..guess.”

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“Where the fuck did you get a replica Scooby Doo gang van from?” Siren takes a seat in the passenger van, with her eyes scanning every cervice of the vehicle.

“Replica?” Rodrick mocks offended.

“Don’t tell me you bought the actual Scooby Doo van from the movie?” Billie turns to him with wide eyes.

“Okay, I won’t,” The shaggy haired boy shrugged his shoulders. 

“You have way too much money,” Siren shook her head in disbelief.

“Thanks to you, buttercup,” The boy pinches his best friend’s cheek, resulting in his hand being slapped away. 

“Don’t touch me.” The brown-skin female snarls at him in a threatening warning tone.

“Be good or no Scooby Snacks,” Rodrick teases.

“You have Scobby Snacks?” her eyes widen in want and adoration.

“The box is under your seat, my friend.” Rodrick states as he turns on the engine which automatically causes the Scooby Doo theme song to play.

“Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now. Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now,” Everyone in the car sings along vibing to the song.

“Off to expose Chipotle!” Rodrick screams, accelerating out of the driveway and speeding through the back pathway since cars aren’t allowed inside the compound in order to maintain the environment being walking friendly.

“I thought you liked Chipotle,” Zoe speaks up from the back. How does she know that? Siren eyes subtly widen in realization of the conversation that happened a couple weeks ago. 

“Hmm, i guess i was wrong,” The white eyed girl mumbles to herself. 

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“Okay so the running thesis is that Chipotle hates their customers so therefore they serve little portions…but since small portions don’t follow corporate standards whenever there’s a camera out recording they make sure to do extra,” Rodrick explains, putting the car in park. 

“Or maybe they give little portions so they don’t have to keep making food since they’re use to long lines,” Billie reasons, not seeing what the big deal is.

“If I’m paying $11 plus tax. I want my money’s worth.”

“Your order is only eleven?” Siren turns her head to her best friend. “Mine is like sixteen sometimes twenty.”

“What the fuck are you ordering that causing you to spend almost $20 at Chipotle?” Billie looks at her separated-but-still-dating wife. 

“The barbacoa is not scooped up into the bowl like the other proteins so I always get double protein,” Siren explains with a guilty tone ridden in her words. 

“Anyways my app isn’t working so let’s use your phone, Siren,” The shaggy haired boy holds out his hand in which a disposable camera phone cased Iphone is placed in his palm. “How do you have five hundred points?”

“I'm feeding another human being, don’t judge.”

“Are we going to like confront them if this is like a serious thing?” Claudia asks with excitement. 

“We’ll have Siren do it since she’s the meanest one here.”

“I am not mean,” Siren pouts her lip, crossing her arms.

“You want the twenty two year old who looks like a pregnant sixteen year old to confront them?” Billie points out. 

“Plus I thought we were coming back for lunch tomorrow?” Zoe questions.

“You guys have lunch together?” Billie turns to her childhood best friend.

“N-n..uh..sometimes.” Zoe stutters out, not knowing how to respond. 

“Does anyone have a burrito order?” Rodrick asks, quickly changing the subject before Siren opens her mouth to say something smart. 

“I want a burrito,” Siren speaks.

“I want a bowl,” Claudia adds. 

“Okay we can do Siren’s burrito and Claudia’s bowl on the app,” Billie directs, looking down at Siren’s phone that displayed the app as Rodrick beings clicking on buttons, ordering their food. 

“Alright everything is ordered,” Rodrick announces. “Alright me and Zoe are going to do the in person orders since you guys are too recgonizable and might ruin this theory by getting special treatment.”

“Technically wouldn’t your thesis just be changed to restaurants are biased when it comes to celebrities with influence ordering food,” Siren questions. 

“Nah, the Keith Lee movement already proved that.”

“True,” all the females agreed. A second later Zoe and Rodrick found themselves walking to the chain restaurant but as they were walking Siren couldn’t help but to noticed how close to each other they were walking.

“Are they messing around with one another?” Billie whispers in Siren’s ear. 

“I think so,” Siren answers. “Honestly I thought it Dre who she was crushing on. Who would’ve thought?”

“So do we tease her about it?”

“Not yet.” 

“What are you guys whispering about?” Claudia looks at the pair.

“Nothing,” Billie blurts out revealing that she was lying.

“Anal sex,” Siren states calmly showing no signs of deceit. 

“Why?” Claudia looked disgusted, wishing that she never asked her initial question. 

“Ever heard curiosity killed the cat,” Siren remarked. 

“Ever heard satisfaction bought it back,” Claudia rebuttals with a smirk drawn on her face.

“I told Billie I want to try anal sex since I fear if we have regular sex she would just be hitting the baby. And then we went on about what size dildo we shoud buy.” the lie danced off the brown skin’s tongue. 

“Eww,” Claudia’s face scrunched up, before looking back at her phone.

“Wait,” Billie whispering turning her head back to Siren. “Do you really want to try anal?”

“Sure I’ll be your bottom bitch.”

“I understadn why Zoe left but why did Rodrick leave? What are we supposed to talk about to the camera since this whole theory is his?” Billie states.

“We can talk about how Biden dropped out the election race,” Siren offers.

“Since when were you into politics or even current events. Not once have I ever seen you picked up a newspaper or watch the news,” Billie comments. 

“My phone died and I was forced to watch the tv at the doctor’s office in which they only played the news and that’s what the people on the tv were talking about.”

“All I’m going to say is thank God,” Claudia praised. “This whole election is giving a shit show.”

“I don’t think I’m going to vote,” Siren shook her head.

“Yes the fuck you are,” Strict Billie came out to play. “A no vote is a vote for the other side. And have you seen that bullshit, Project 2025 floating around? You’re fucking voting even if I have to drag your ass to the polls.”

“So who the fuck are we voting for because it’s giving we’ll all be damned either way.”

“I heard that VIP Kamala Harris is going to be running as a replacement,” Billie answers, not realizing the mistake she made.

“VIP?” Siren squinted her eyes. 

“What?” Billie looked confused. 

“Who’s VIP?”

“Kamala Harris…”

“Um..Billie I don’t think she’s VIP,” Claudia recgonize the mistake the brunette was saying. 

“Yes she is,” Billie nods her head. 

“Well she is but just not in the way you’re meaning it,” Claudia responds, hoping the girl would catch onto her own mistake. 

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s VP not VIP, dumbass,” Siren remarks.

“You guys knew what the fuck I meant!”

“Did we?”

“Imma just shut up,” Billie sat back in her seat, not saying a word again after. 

“We are back!” Zoe announces their presence as the two spies walked closer to the van and jumping in. “We got the in person orders and to-go orders.”

“So what’s next, Scobby?” Siren turns to the mastermind of this concept for the podcast. 

“We simply just weigh them,” He pulls out a flat scale. 

“Hmm, I had the same scale a few years ago,” Siren hums.

“What the fuck did you have a tiny ass scale for?’ Billie spoke up for the first time in a while since the girls made fun of her. 

“To measure weed before selling it,” The Vixen girl shrugged her shoulder.

“Sometimes I forget that you used to sell drugs,” Billie comments.

“It was the highlight of my teen years…you know besides the birthing drug addiction….and becoming famous.”

“Anyways, let’s measure these bad boys,” Rodrick ignore what his best friend said in order to not start a roasting battle as he would lose up against Siren. “First the burritos.” Digging in both bags the boy pulled out the food and there was an obvious difference. 

“One is bigger than the other,” Billie states.

“Thank you Catherine obvious” Rodrick deadpans.

“The saying is captain obvious,” Billie spits back.

“You didn't watch Nick growing up did you?” Rodrick stares at her.

“Huh? What does that have to do with anything.”

“He said the phrase right, it’s Catherine obvious as in the line from Victorious when Tori didn’t know the correct phrase was captain obvious,” Siren explains.

“Ohhh.” 

“So the bigger one is the in store order with my phone out recording... and the small one is the to go order meaning the conspiracy theory is correct. If you oder online you should expect less food compared to the obvious amount of food from ordering inside with the camera on their guilty asses,” Rodrick tells the camera. 

“Fuck, that was my food,” the pregnant one moans. 

“Not they discriminating against preganant women,” Zoe jokes causing everyone to laugh besides Siren who was pouting about her food. 

“Now the bowls,” He hands the burritos over to Siren who happily unwrapped hers and took a big bite. Although she was upset about the portion, the taste on her tongue blinded her anger at the food chain. “This one was in store,” He opens the bowl that Zoe ordered. “And this one was ordered on the app,” He opens Claudia. “They look the same but maybe let’s weigh it.” Placing the scale in the middle so everyone would be able to see it, Rodrick places the the in store bowl on the scale and it read 705 grams. Switching out the bowls, the scale revealed that Rodrick’s thesis was correct. “682..Chiptole is ripping us off.”

“So you gonna go in and have them fix it?” Siren asked, not knowing whats the next step here is. Are they going back inside to get it fixed or just accepting it and one of them eat the bowl?

“I guess we just go back home and eat the food…i guess.”

“Claudia close us out.”

“Well people, if you haven’t been watching because you were too busy scrolling on your phone. Billie and Siren are temporary separated so be prepared to see those sad romance ship tiktoks all over your fyp. But don’t worry they'll still be sleeping in the same bed again soon and it won't just be after they had regular or anal sex. Joe Bidden dropped out the race and we might be on our way to having our first female President, so make sure to vote so your voice can be heard. And today Rodrick proves he is not a dumbass and that Chipotle is ripping off us especially if you order online. This was Whatever the Fuck This Is Podcast see you next week.”

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[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #322

ʙʙꜱ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ & ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ: [ 13 ]

SMII7Y

Goddamn, how am I supposed to clean that?

True, I can just rappel down.

It doesn’t even set up on these walls.

I feel so professional right now.

Bro, stop, I’m on a scaffold, it’s dangerous.

Dude, I don't have my rope.

Wow, it’s like a different world in here.

The outside is still disgusting, I’m going to be 100% with you.

Let me hear it, gimme it.

It’s all downhill...

Might be awhile until I have another one.

I didn’t think it was that close.

I’m sorry, this normally doesn’t happen.

I was literally about to say that.

Put it on the roof!

Yes you can!

Bro, let’s look at the sights together.

Bro, we were supposed to leave it up there, how did you grab that?

You know what, you bring up a good point.

Line it up but right next to me.

VANOSSGAMING

You tip zero?

Is that the delivery man’s fault?

Yeah, let’s do this.

Wow, it takes two hits.

Well, now you can show us the way.

I feel like I’m being pranked.

Is it made out of cheese?

Finally one that doesn't work so well.

Ah, fucking get me an audition.

I shot you point blank.

GRIZZY

Wait, wait, is there another one?

I have five keys.

This is me and you, old lady.

What did I miss, I literally closed my eyes for a second.

I tried to take her down!

I'm gonna murder this old hag.

Somebody is flying out that window.

You have IQ?

I don't know if that's how it works.

Bro, I can't even explain that, I'm just dogshit.

TERRORISER

I'm going back in there, aren't I, for fuck sake.

Time to die, I guess.

He's walking through walls now, sick.

I know he's behind me, fuck this…

Alright, bitch, buy me some candles.

Shut up, stop talking.

How did I win?

How come you didn't message me on my birthday with the calendar?

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

Jeez, you are sick.

ELILIKESRICE

Vampires holding guns in general is funny.

I thought you can read my mind.

I drink blood 'cuz it reminds me of kool-aid.

God, just put on a shirt, please!

I'm only 5'10.

He wronged us too many times.

They hit the pentagon.

I sacrificed myself.

Help, I'm gonna die, you fucks.

That's it, I've had enough.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I'm getting hit by everything, bro.

I'm not paying my mortgage until we win.

You guys got about fifteen more minutes for my prescribed Adderall kicks in, and all the wind is fucking flowing in.

Press the fucking button, you dipshits!

Cut him off, it's the last guy, cut him off.

You got this, I believe.

We already qual'd, you dumb ice-cream fuck.

You can, but it's just going to be hard.

I don't know what that means.

I heard a door open.

JERICHO

Get off of the keys!

How do I get out of here?

Now, cut me in on the deal, exactly as you promised.

Wow, that is really difficult.

I'm just gonna go ahead and do this real quick.

Can you carry my body back to the van?

We have forty-two seconds left.

Don't be a hero.

I don't know how to activate it.

What is this bag here?

NOGLA

No, I got it covered.

Hold on, I gotta kill this guy.

That's my title.

Honestly, I zoned out completely.

Watch how bad this guy is.

No one has paid a penny yet.

If it was ten thousand, it would’ve selled.

You guys do whatever the fuck you want but leave me alone.

Stop what you're doing!

Okay, I figured it out, it’s this way.

BLARG

I'm on top of this man, and he's not dying.

I might have gotten executed in the back of the head.

That was violent.

Wait, just stand still.

This is such a-brother-and-sister-and-guy-we-bought-drugs-from-moment!

Yay, reviving the better player.

We're going for a ride!

How do I not die?

I think the door hit the dog in the head, because there's blood everywhere. 

Oh, I fell over and died.

WILDCAT

What did you get, did you get something good?

He's not near the bikes, fuck off!

Dude, he was just with us.

Only the killers can hear dead people.

I think you and I have the best read on our friends, you know, that's why I want to work together.

That fucking guy flopped the fuck over.

He's trying to act all scared around me.

I knew you were a bad boy.

What do you need to help him do?

Why do you ask a question and run away?

BIGPUFFER

He never gonna find me.

I can't kill anyone.

I'm out of ammo.

I lost so many points!

You can teleport through the sewer system? 

Fuck you, how about that, huh, you little idiot!

Really, you're gonna do me like that?

I literally didn't notice you.

Wait, what did I just see for a second there?

Wait a minute, I'm getting eaten!

H2ODELIRIOUS

I don’t think he can hit me.

Maybe he can’t see me.

I’m a spectral anomaly.

Where the hell did you go?

It’s not personal, it’s just you.

There’s a rabbit taking a bath.

This is my nightmare!

Alright, I should be scared.

That’s not what I meant!

I’m in the garage, I just heard her.

FL0M

Are you just blowing up vaults, dude?

Alright, hacker.

I can't believe they got beyblades in this game, this is incredible.

Oh my God, you can kill them.

Back the fuck up!

This is the heist, motherfuckers.

Hey, knock that shit out.

Make sure they're fucking dead.

Alright, I might've shot him.

Wait, you got the submarine, what the fuck!

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Saz and Elliot Big Post

Here's some Saz and Elliot stuff. I'm still fucking around with this. And I'm still iffy about this scene with Saz and Elliot. Been rewriting this off and on and am playing a dangerous game of using what I've written in my notebook as guidelines and not a draft XD. Let's go Fucked at Five. Note also I really like fucking around with the narration.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Elliot looked up at the bear morpher. Close enough to rest face first in Saz's chest. Careful to not hit her with the one antler staying strong. The other sadly tossed after the exhaustion of being taunted by the much larger deer morpher, Ian, for having it secured with tape. Keeping his face hidden in her hoodie he raised his arms to Saz's face.

"I gotta tell you how this is gonna work." Elliot squished Saz's face uncaring of the minor resistance, "So I gotta get a standing of how well you can handle yourself in a fight. And that's a perfect time to work on your morphing."

"So you're gonna beat on me? Wow. I know I'm sturdy but there's gotta be a better way." Saz rested her hand on top of Elliot's head mirth in her tone not yet bothering to push him off just yet.

"Love the enthusiasm." Elliot grinned against the fabric, joy flowing off of his sarcasm, "You basically joined a war effort. So you have to get used to it."

Saz starred off for a moment. Yeah she had done wrestling back when she was "human". But the bear morpher was conflicted. Fairly so. She shifted the focus back, with a suck of the teeth.

"How's fighting you supposed to help with my morphing?"

Elliot finally pulled away from her. Hair frazzled from the movement.

"A lot of people first morph in high stress situations. You know. Anger and fear can play a big part too." The deer morpher flinched a little catching onto the quick souring of Saz's mood, "Your's was a... Bit unnatural. But you should still be—"

Saz rolled her eyes, her closed fist hitting her chest, "I was drugged. Say it how it is. I was drugged with some mystery pill and I—"

The bear morpher sucked in a harsh breath and released it shakily. Interrupting herself. There was no need to recount what happened. She was drugged, she morphed for the first time ever, got tranqued, and almost killed. Almost? Her teeth sank into the throat of and her claws has to puncture some organs. There was so much blood. She could almsot remember how violently she reacted to the taste when she had returned to her human form.

The bear morpher squeezed her eyes shut now clasping her hands together. She grit her teeth, squeezing her hands together as tight as she could.

The deer morpher moved in cautiously. He knew how easily he could make the situation worse.

"Saz."

Saz opened an eye looking down at Elliot.

"If it makes you feel any better the way I'm gonna piss you off will definitely replace all that other stuff." Elliot tried, offering what might just be true.

The bear morpher opened her other eye. A small snicker slipped past.

"Don't you already do that?"

Elliot laughed, "Glad you're feeling better asshole."

Saz hummed shortly, "I don't. Not really. But I'd rather not spiral in front of you."

Elliot huffed at that one, "We'll have to talk this out eventually. Especially if that's what's in the way of you morphing."

Saz slowly sat. Her arms outstretched behind her. Focusing on the subtle pull in her shoulders.

"Thought you said it was a stress response."

"And I said when you first morph, usually."

"So there's exceptions?"

"There's always exceptions."

Deer and bear stared at each other blankly. Bear sighed exasperated.

"So it's complicated and not set in stone. So what makes you so sure fighting is the way?"

"Two birds one stone Saz. You're more than welcome to find someone else. I'm not the best with this stuff." Elliot stated honestly.

"You're very lucky you're my best friend." Saz said unamused.

Elliot shot up a double thumbs up, "Get up. Guard up."

Saz groaned and stood. Arm in front of her face and an arm tucked in at her side. She grunted out a soft ready.

Elliot rolled his head around his neck. Already used to the uneven distribution of weight jutting out of his skull. He moved in quickly throwing a couple of punches to test Saz's block. Noting that it was solid but had a lot of gaps.

His fist lodged itself into her side. She staggered in the direction of his follow through. Grunting when his fist met her jaw. She hissed at the pain turning her back to him when she saw another punch coming.

He grinned a little glad to see he faked her out and went for the back of her knees sure she'd crumple. Saz stood strong, maybe a small shake in her next step. That wasn't important. She grinned this time. Turning around to face him, tackling him to the ground.

He briefly panicked. Laughing involuntarily when he felt Saz's hand cradle the back of his head. Sure to not let his skull hit the ground without some sort of cushion.

She moved quickly, sitting on his stomach. Elliot's laughs came out on wheezes. Gasping when her hand clasped his face. A pleased hum slipped past Saz's lips.

"Again."

Elliot's remaining antler broke off. Saz moved off of him and hoped he wouldn't notice. Or wasn't as attached. Prepping for the next match.