#( there ain’t no rest for the wicked — answered )

[honeyshiddendesire]

I’ll Teach You

Warnings: INCEST PLAY (big sis/little brother)! Bimbofication! Slut Training! Vaginal penetration! Fingering! Oral sex! (M) throat fucking/gagging/choking all the works! Praise & degradation kink! Size kink! Older reader! Spanking! Hair pulling! Whore training!

POSSIBLE DARK/DEAD DOVE CONTENT

*you've been warned so don't come for me*

Summary: Eustass was the friend to your little brother, Killer. As you’re on the phone he overhears you complaining to your mom that no one likes you in your class. Confronting you about it he tells you that your mama bluffed so she wouldn’t hurt your feelings but he was willing to help you.

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“Guys want a slut.”

“That big brain of yours is good for later as a wife but right now … guys wanna see how well you take a cock.”

“Ah fuck- that’s it big sis look at you go.” Eustass had a wicked grin as he looked down at you. Your hair wrapped in his big hands as he thrust into your stretched open mouth. Gagging you with the heavy girth as he pinched your nose for a few seconds before pulling you off to spit in your mouth.

“No idea how fuckin’ pretty you look right now- shit-  this is how you should be everyday.” Rubbing his large hand all over your face to smear the tears, mascara, precum & spit that was there. Smushing your cheeks together roughly making you whimper before he tapped his cock back onto your lips. Rubbing the leaky tip on your lips like he was trying to apply lipstick made of his seed.

“You look wrecked. It’s so fucking hot.”

Opening your tongue right up like he taught you had him barking out a proud laugh. Wrapping your hair in a ponytail he fucked his cock back into your obedient throat. “There we fuckin’ go big sis. That’s what the hell I’m talkin about.”

“Fuuuuuck. If you’re this good at suckin’ dick then I can’t wait to see that pussy game.” Eustass grunted dropping his head back as he put a leg on the couch that you knelt in front of. Putting his hands on the back of the couch he thrust into your throat, pinning you against the sofa.

“Mmphhh!” You gagged against his meaty cock as he fucked your face into the side of the couch. It was hot how he just used your face like he would your cunt. It made you sneak a hand under your skirt, pushing your soaked panties to the side with a muffled sigh.

“You’re such a good listener big sis -fuck- fast learner too. Shit big sis can’t believe you need me teaching you how to be a slut.“ Eustass’ voice was breathy as he fucked into your throat, groaning when he felt you claw his thigh.

Pulling back with a coo he looked at you gasping for air, his heavy cock pushing against your cheek making you whimper. Tongue coming out again with heavy pants, eyes dazed as you looked up at Eustass for his next moves.

“Say what I taught you.” Eustass growled out as he grabbed your hair. Sitting on the couch with you on your knees, hair in his hand waiting on your response.

“P-please use me. I need your cock to fuck me in my slutty holes and fill me full of your cum.” You answer while spreading your legs for him to see how soaked you were. The bold action making him hum with satisfaction, “Good girl. See I knew my big sis had the potential to be the best cock slut ever. Okay, come ride my dick. I wanna see that pussy split apart.”

“But y-you’re so big.” You whimper making him tug your hair to pull you close. “I wasn’t asking sis. You’re my little freeuse slut and that means you hop on and ride me when I tell you to.”

Leaning back he put his hands on the back of the couch lounging as he waited on you. “Besides it’s dick…it’s good for you, think of it like a vitamin. Vitamin D. Ha! Ya need it to live so hurry up and start ridin’.” He barked out patting his thigh.

Standing up you removed the rest of your clothes making him whistle as he spun his finger around. You did a slow turn letting his eyes rake over your body like the piece of meat he wanted you to be. “Pretty one ain’t ya sis.” Eustass teased as he spanked your ass when it was in front of his face.

“Hop on this cock, slut.” He groaned out as he stroked his thick cock, thumb running over his leaky tip. Licking his lips as he watched you climb on top and spread your pussy open. “Yeah, just like that.”

“Nngh ahh! Fuck! Kidd~it’s too big still.” You whimpered with teary eyes as his thick cockhead opened up your wet pussy. “Ahhhh wait Kidd! Too big it h-hurts.” You plead going to lift yourself back up but his calloused hands on your hips pull you down roughly. Thrusting his veiny cock up as he pulls you down flush to his hips.

“Shhhh just take it like a good girl and quit cryin’ sis. Fuck- bimbos do as they’re told. Period.” He growled as he slammed you down on his dick making you scream. The tip instantly slapping into your sweet spot with its slight curve and fat tip.

Kidd smirked when he felt your pussy clench and flutter around him, wetness coating the base of his cock making his mouth water. “Tight little cunt you got.”

Eustass gripped your ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart before grinding you on his cock. “Ahhh! Fuckfuckfuck!” You moan out as his tip rolls into your spot. Pulling his hand back before swatting it down on your ass causing you to yelp. Lifting you up to the tip before bringing you back down with a deep moan. Raspy and heavy as he threw his head back against the couch.

“Fuck - I needed this.” Eustass grunted as he manhandled you on his cock, your hands clawing at his massive shoulders. “Men need a nice cunt to bully their stress in- fuck- you were made for this shit sis.” Hearing him praise and objectify you made your body burn in shameful desire.

You felt sexy like you wanted to please him. Knowing that just your pretty pussy is the cure to a man’s rough day only makes you wetter. All those pointless awkward conversations out the window knowing all you needed to do was relinquish control, submit to your slutty side and spread your legs. The realization was incredible and you found yourself bouncing on his cock with newfound enthusiasm.

“Hell yeah get in to it. Lil nerd finally letting go and being the whore she was meant to be. So fuckin perfect. That’s it sis, turn off that big brain of yours until all that’s left is takin dick.” Eustass’ words put you in a trance and you couldn’t help the noises that it caused.

Wet slapping sounds, squishing walls and moans filled the living room as you rode the hell out of Eustass. Thick cock hitting all the right spots till you were throwing your arms around him begging to let you cum. “Pleasepleaseplease lemme cum lil brother please. I’ve been good right? Please let me cum! You can cum inside me too! Please I just need it so bad~!” You begged perfectly for the man, he couldn’t have been more proud of the slut he created.

Taking you and pinning you down to the couch he fucked into your cunt. Legs on his shoulders as he leaned over you, fucking your pussy deeper. Screams leaving you as your back arched. “Yes thank you! I need your cock all the time please~!” Your words weren’t even registering in your brain at this point and Kidd loved it.

“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N you’re a natural. Honestly I might have to keep you for myself. Shhiiit-fuck I’ma cum. Dammit not before you.” Kidd growled as he felt himself twitch. Pushing your legs back till your knees were at your ears he began thrusting harder.

“Eustass! Lil-little brother! You’re making me so full.” You whine and it makes Kidd’s brow twitch.

“No way in hell I’m coming before you nerd.” He grunted as he rubbed your aching clit, fingers rubbing over your quickly with all your slick that dripped out. “I wanna see you squirt on my cock like a good bimbo . Tongue hanging out panting like a little bitch while I’m pumpin’ this pussy full.”

“Anything you want, brother please ~!” Your hands clawing at the cushions with whines and broken moans. “Wanna cum on my cock? Show me what all these guys are missing.” Kidd groaned as he felt your gooey walls tugging him in, dripping to his balls that slapped into you. Sticking your tongue out you stared at him with a pleasing expression he was becoming obsessed with.

“That’s my fast learner.” Eustass smirks as he spits into your open mouth. Enjoying the whimper as you swallow and open back up to repeat it once more. “So fucking good.”

“Cum with me sis. Cum all over your little brother’s big fat cock.” Eustass grinned as he slapped your clit a couple times before rubbing it again.

“Ahhhh haaa nnngh fuuuuuckkmeeeeeee! EUSTASS!”

Eustass bit his lip to cover up the whimper that left him as your pussy clamped down on his cock. Wetness gushing out to splash back in your face had him fucking his cum into your cunt. “Damn that’s hot.”

“Take this load babe.” Kidd grunted as he rocked into your cunt, cum seeping out the side a bit. A groan leaving him as you clenched and fluttered around him squirming.

“S’to much K-Kidd~” You whine but Eustass only laughs shaking his head. “Nah there’s still a lot you need to learn. For now~ you didn’t do too bad…sis.”

“Ugh can’t believe you had me call you that!” You grumbled swatting his chest as he pulls you on his lap sitting down. Practically giving you whiplash from the transition. Eustass only slapped your ass with a laugh.

“Ah What can I say? If you run into a guy like me he’ll be thankful you’re already trained in the nasty shit.”

“Thought you were gonna keep me?” You teased him pinching his cheeks causing Kidd to blush.

“I m-mean w-why would I do that…y-you’re a total nerd.” His flustered expression was cute and you stored it mentally for later.

“Good thing you’re teaching me to be the perfect bimbo whore right lil brother?”

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Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick (AND x Constantine😜) Imagine WIP Part 9

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Wick could have been an asshole about buying a brand new kitchen, sundries included–but instead he merely shrugs off Constantine's hostile question. "Seemed like the least I could do."

Constantine glares, but lets it go, begrudgingly sitting down to a delectable meal cooked by the man he knows, deep down, that you've never been able to forget. 

At Tex's midday administering of magical medicine, he takes your hand after you finish, refusing to let go. "Set with me a while, Rattlesnake." He pats the couch, on which there is no room unless you were to sit in his lap–undoubtedly his hope.

With a sigh and a knowing smirk you settle back in your chair. Your eyes are drawn to the burn upon his chest. He will carry that mark for the rest of his life, even if the magic is lifted.

You think on what Papa Midnite said to Constantine. "Take some big feeling..."

It kind of floors you, to think of the energy it took for Constantine to conjure that working out of thin air.

For you.

You told him a little bit about the boys. How they hurt you–and, how they saved your life. How you loved them, and how they destroyed you in their abandonment. No matter how you framed it, Constantine blamed them for the bullet wound forever seared in your side.

However, it wasn’t so simple as that. 

"Whacha thinking, baby girl?"

You just shake your head with a tired smile. "Nothing important."

"Hmm. You gonna make me guess? Alright. You're thinkin'...bout that time in Mexico it was just you an me and the stars, out by the pool in our birthday suits."

You snort–quite against your will, it turns into a giggle. 

"No..."

"Uh huh. You’re missin' my wicked tongue up between your thighs. I know that look."

"That's enough of that," you say, trying to stand. But he has your hand, and he tugs you so that you fall down to sit on the edge of the couch–and half on him. Your faces hover just centimeters away. You watch with horror a he tries to lean in, capitalizing on the opportunity. By the skin of your teeth, your heart in your throat, you just barely manage to turn your head.

"Didn't you miss me, rattlesnake?" he asks, his deep voice all sultry and low just wrecking you to the bone.

You dare reach up to caress his cheek with the blade of your thumb. "Of course I did. But there’s no going back, Tex. Maybe...that time is behind us." Just saying it hurts like a knife between the ribs, but you go on, “Maybe you and John did the right thing, letting me go.”

He just narrows his dark eyes at hearing that. You hate the way it gives you such a thrill, to the base of your spine, and lower still. “I thought you were mad about that? Hell, I’m still mad about that. I miss you so much I can hardly think straight. There’s just…” He frowns while he says it, but you know it’s just because he’d literally rather take a bullet than talk about his feelings. His grip on your hand tightens; he glares down at your silver rings like they owe him money.  “There ain’t no point to anything, when you’re gone. Do you know what I mean?”

You close your eyes; for a moment you feel as though the floor has dropped out from under you, because you know exactly what he means. You lived it for months after they booted you, drifting from country to country, an empty husk of a woman, a gaping black hole where your heart used to be. Only after moving to LA, thinking about going back to school, and meeting Constantine, did your life start to feel like it had some meaning again. 

“Yeah. I know what you mean,” you answer quietly. “But how did you think this would go? You’d knock on my door, and I’d just uproot my whole life for you again?”

“Maybe?” The confusion on his handsome face is almost cute. You realize he really did think it would be that easy, and you snort, looking away to a framed Tibetan Thangka painting on the wall. This man. As ever, you’re torn between kissing him and killing him. You have to keep reminding yourself that the former option is not even on the table. 

“At least give me some credit. I coulda come in with guns blazin' but instead I brought flowers."

“You want credit?”

“Yeah. I’m practically a changed man. And I wouldn’t mind an apology from Wizard Boy either.”

"You've got to be kidding me." The pair on this man never ceases to amaze you.

"We were just having a little bit of friendly fisticuffs, but he fucked me up pretty good. That’s called unnecessary escalation.”

He would know. 

"Spare me the macho bullshit. There’s no such thing as friendly fisticuffs. You were going to hurt my boyfriend, and you absolutely deserved what he gave you. You’re lucky he got Midnite to lift it."

Only a beat later do you realize you called Constantine your boyfriend within earshot of everyone, which you never do, because you both hate labels and the word just seems too high school for what you actually are to each other–but there’s no going back now. 

“But–”

At last, at last, you are in a position where you don’t have to swallow his gaslighting. “No buts. You can behave yourself, Tex, or you can go. I mean it.” 

Maybe drawn by the sound of your raised voice, Constantine chooses that moment to intervene, appearing at the foot of the couch with a magnificent frown. 

“Well well, if it ain’t The Boy Who Lived.”

You know he’s just making yet another Harry Potter reference, but considering Constantine’s history, this nickname makes you flinch. Maybe it’s a mistake on your part, but you bristle. “Don’t call him that.”

Constantine, however, betrays nothing, just crossing his arms with that blandly judgy expression. “It’s alright, y/n. He loves childrens’ books–a man has to stick to his reading level.” You don't feel like arguing about the complexity of the later books, so you let the arrow fly.

You lift an eyebrow, side-eyeing Tex. “You do know an awful lot about Harry Potter for a grown ass man your age.”

For possibly the first time ever Tex actually looks sheepish. “Had to read something while I was in the shit.”

Tex never really told you much about his tour of duty in the Middle East. Bradford had intimated that it didn’t end well–but you weren’t exactly keen to take everything that asshole had said with any sort of seriousness. The thought of him holed up in a mud hut reading about Hogwarts kind of pulls at your heartstrings for some ridiculous reason. 

“So what you want, Wizard Boy?” demands Tex, insouciantly refusing to let go of your hand, despite you tugging on it.

“I was going to check your chakras for malevolence, but I'm having second thoughts now.”

“Sounds illegal in five states.”

Constantine snorts. “You want me to double check Midnite's handiwork or not? If there's a trace of darkness left it could spread– and you'll be fucked all over again.”

“Not the way I like, I'm guessin’.”

“Probably not. But then again, you seemed to like Desdemona at the club. You want an introduction?” Constantine has a sly look on his handsome face as he asks this. It must be the succubus you'd run off– the thought of Tex in contact with her again makes you vibrate with jealousy. It is sharp, and fierce, and utterly fucking irrational.

You should encourage Tex to find someone else.

Your heart just doesn't agree.

“I'll…leave you two to it,” you say, reluctantly standing to pull away out of Tex's grip.

Only belatedly, after you've retreated to your room, do you realize that maybe Constantine interrupted your tête a tête with Tex for his sake, rather than yours.

***

John Wick whips you all up a beautiful dinner of sauteed meat and vegetables, complimented with a nice bottle of dry red wine that you're sure did not come from Trader Joe's. You play his sous chef, chopping up veggies, and it almost feels like old times in the kitchen, although he never would have given you access to a big sharp knife before. As though you ever would have had the nerve to stab him. 

Tex was another matter.

At first you all sit down to share a semi-awkward meal, peppered with halting silences–until the second bottle of wine comes out, and then things flow more smoothly. It starts with Constantine cracking a joke at Tex's expense, which is surprisingly backed by Wick with a witty aside. Tex responds good naturedly, for once, and you just sit back and watch with a smile, a warm glow in your chest that feels too close to bliss to possibly last.

You help Wick with the dishes, drying as he washes because your dish rack is tiny. “You look tired, sweetheart,” he says after the last plate, bending down to kiss your forehead. You forget. You fucking forget that there are two other people there, one of whom is your current lover, and out of longing and pure habit you tilt your head back for the second staggeringly sweet kiss on your lips that always followed. 

Only a long beat later do you realize what you've done, with Wick's shining dark eyes looking down on you, missing nothing. You gasp like a scandalized school girl, taking a small step back. “You're right,” you agree. “I am tired. Good night, everyone.” You're such a coward you can't even lift your head to look at any of them, though you can feel their eyes upon you as you scurry away.

Once in the sanctuary of your room you collapse on the bed, clutching the coverlet in your claws for hands, so embarrassed by your slip that you could die. You know that Constantine loves you, even if he’s never outright said it, and honestly probably never will–and this is how you repay him. 

You really are a piece of work.

***

After you retreat, a silence falls over the kitchen, the three formidable men eyeing each other like wolves amidst a power struggle, trying to decide who is the weakest link and who is alpha. It’s Constantine who stands without a word, fetching his green glass bottle of Ardbeg single-malt scotch and setting it down in the middle of the table with a thunk. Then he produces three glasses–none matching–and pours out a finger for each. 

“Gentlemen.” He looks between the two assassins seated at his table, a part of him flabbergasted as to how he’d even ended up in this situation. Before he met you, if someone told him someday he would find a woman he loved more than the air he breathed, he would have laughed them out of the room. 

Not now. 

How the mighty are brought low, and pride goeth before a fall, and all that proverbial biblical bullshit that is old as time and yet somehow still applies. Despite all our advances, humans are still essentially the same animal we were when we first left the cave and started walking upright–or when God created Adam out of dirt, whichever you find more believable.  

“I believe we find ourselves at an impasse.”

“How you figure?” asks Tex, knocking back his drink and helping himself to another. 

“Does being in love with the same woman ring a bell?”

Wick smirks, watching the exchange between the two, sipping his scotch sparingly. He does not contradict Constantine’s assessment, but in his succinct way he drives home the finer point. “More importantly, that woman is in love with all of us.”

The thought pulls something like a growl from deep in Constantine’s chest, but in the end he acknowledges, “Exactly.”

Tex smirks, leaning on his elbows. “Don’t be sore, Wizard Boy. Be grateful we broke her in for you.”

Constantine seems to count to ten under his breath, restraining himself from unleashing a curse on this fucking cowboy again. “You’re gonna have to give me pointers on how you manage not to murder him daily,” he says to Wick. 

“I only listen to about half of what he says,” Wick admits with a smirk, a humorous glitter in his dark eyes.

“Good to know. My point is, if I curse you both into the Seventh Circle, it would hurt her. Likewise, if you two were to dig me a shallow grave out in the desert. You hurt her enough the first time. Do you follow?”

Wick nods, grasping Constantine’s train of thought immediately. Tex, however, has to chew on it a little–maybe because he’d hoped, for once, to finally have this girl to himself. 

“You’re saying you don’t mind sharin’,” finally says Tex with a shit-eating grin, leaning back in his chair. 

“Oh, I mind,” Constantine is sure to clarify. “But it’s up to her, if she wants you or not. If she decides she wants you to go–I will make you go. If she wants you to stay…” He spreads his big hands, as though to say, we’ll figure it out. Somehow.  

Tex narrows his eyes, clearly debating if he should pick a fight over the make you go part, or take it as it sits on the table. “And how do you propose we let her know what we decided about this?”

Constantine snorts at that, draining his glass and standing from the table. “That’s your problem, Howdy Doody. Good night–and may the best man win.” The two assassins watch as John Constantine crosses to your bedroom, and practically shuts the door in their faces. 

***

You are drifting on the edge of sleep when Constantine crawls into bed with you. You smile as you feel the familiar pattern of the depression in the mattress, and moan with surprise as he covers your mouth with his. You taste the Ardbeg on his tongue, which explains some of his ardor, but not all. The fury of his kisses on your lips and neck pulls an involuntary moan from deep in your lungs, his big hands digging into the flesh of your thigh, pulling you on top of him. 

“John…?” Utterly star-struck, you blink down at him, disheveled in your pajama t-shirt and your hair a mess. He reaches up to cup your cheek, dwarfing your face in his large hand, studying you like there will be a test later. He opens his mouth like there’s something he wants to say to you, but he can’t quite get it out, the words stuck in his throat. 

You think you know what it is, and your heart warms for it, that tingling thrill filling your chest and spreading outwards. You’re not even mad, that he can’t say it, because you get him. This is not the week you’re going to push him out of his comfort zone, more than you already have. Most of LA would laugh to hear it, but John Constantine has been a veritable fucking saint the past couple of days, and you’re so grateful to him. 

“It’s ok,” you say softly, tracing the line of his square jaw. “I know.” 

He frowns, almost like he wants to argue, but in the end he just shakes his head and pulls you to him.

You want to apologize for almost kissing John Wick right in fucking front of him–but that sticks in your throat too. You guess you’re both just a little raw tonight.

He peels off your t-shirt greedily as he guides you down. Hungry lips and a teasing tongue find the sensitive tips of your breasts, making you squirm with longing above him. You know you’ve already soaked through the laughable barrier of your panties, and are probably leaving an unsightly stain on his nice (200 dollar, he likes to tell you with a smirk) white shirt–but if the Chinese laundry down the street can get out demon blood stains, what’s a little cum?

You let out a cry of longing as he releases your nipple with a pop; the ache between your thighs is already nearly unbearable, and you can't stop yourself from grinding against his lean torso. You shut your mouth as soon as you open it, conscious of the paper thin walls and the two dangerous men on the other side of them.

“You like that, baby?” he taunts, hooking his fingers in your panties to tug them down.

“You know I do,” you pant. 

“Then let me hear you,” he invites with a wicked smirk, shifting down so that you are nearly sitting on his face. You don’t know what was said out there, but you are starting to get the idea that John Constantine is up to something. But before you can even begin to think what to do about it, he pulls you forward with an undeniable grip on your thighs, and his tongue is laving up your slit.

“Fuck.”

This exclamation is not quiet, and neither are the ones after it. You practically shake the walls with your cries when you cum on his tongue, your body rendered into a quivering mess of over-stimulated nerves. He does not grant you mercy, even when you beg him, and by the time he is done with you, you are halfway to your second orgasm.

“Do you want me baby?” he demands, panting from his champion cunnilingus league exertions as he undresses himself. There is a desperation in his tone you’ve never quite heard before, and you have a feeling he’s not just talking about sex.

“I need you,” you tell him, and you mean every word. It wins you every inch of his hard cock buried inside you, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning, as though there is no room for breath in your body when filled with his impressive manhood. He grips you hard enough to bruise, his face buried in the bend of your neck.

He drives himself inside of you, hips pumping with the fury of his need, but he’s prepared you for it. It’s all you can do just to hold on, to the bed, to him, letting him use you exactly the way he wants to, because you know the past couple of days have been anything but easy for him. 

When his thumb finds your clit you think you might die from the overwhelming sensation of it. “No,” you beg, somehow smiling through your exasperation. “Please. Mercy.”

He just pays you that impish curl of lips that always seriously makes you question which side he's playing for. “You can take it,” he informs you. “For me?” The way he pouts down at you while simultaneously rearranging your insides should be illegal.

“Fuck,” you swear again, and he grins down at you, knowing he’s got you in the bag. With your ankles around his ears he slows down for you, but still fills you to the absolute brim, working you in just the rhythm he knows you need with the tip of his too-clever thumb. There is a heart wrenching beauty in making love like this. The two of you have reached an understanding of each other's bodies, a point of familiarity in which you just know, and yet somehow each time is better than the last.

It isn't long before you cum on his cock with a ragged scream that you know there’s no way in hell the boys didn’t hear, yet you cannot stop it, you cannot care, because the man inside you has rendered you into a vessel for this mind-bending pleasure and in this moment, you belong completely to him. His hips snap against yours, and soon he follows with your greedy little cunt fluttering around him, spilling himself inside you with a loud groan.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. You revel in the sticky warmth of his seed seeping between your thighs, his heart a furious drumbeat beneath your ear. “Jesus fucking Christ,” is all you can manage to wheeze against the warmth of his chest.

“Right initials,” he pants, pressing lips to your hair. “Wrong guy.”

Thinking you really might have lost your mind, you start to cackle, and you can’t stop until you literally can’t breathe. You do not even have the energy to clean up, falling asleep in the beautiful mess John made of you, and maybe it’s just you, but even in his sleep John Constantine seems to hold you more tightly than he ever has before.

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ain't no rest for the wicked - chapter three

ain't no rest for the wicked series

three: been sinnin' in this city

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Tess Servopoulos x f!reader x Joel Miller

words: 5.7k

summary: Tess and Joel go AWOL for a while, but return with a gift.

warnings: dark-ish Joel and Tess, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Tess, boston QZ, QZ life, poorly negotiated d/s-style dynamics, poor communication, enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v, degradation, stalking, canon-typical violence, threesome, cum eating, light rope bondage, cloth gag, spanking, punishment, sub drop, aftercare, strap-on, anal sex, rimming, light angst, edging, orgasm denial

IMPORTANT NOTE: I have updated the warnings on the masterlist to reflect that this has a bittersweet (imo) ending. It's not a happily ever after. Please feel free to DM me if you want to know spoilers before you decide if you will continue reading.

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“Soon” doesn’t quite happen. It’s a month before you hear from them.

Honestly, you had forced yourself to accept that it was over. Maybe Joel coming over alone was crossing a line.

Not that it stops you from looking over your shoulder or getting your hopes up when you come home. But there isn’t even a moment where you feel watched from afar. You consider drawing a line of flour across your threshold, but you have a feeling it’d be undisturbed when you get back, no matter if they came or not.

The disappointment sits bitter at the base of your throat.

That is, until you get home one evening, soaked from head to toe in sleet, and Tess is in your apartment.

When you walk in, you’re too busy trying to get your soaked boots and coat off with minimal sludge on your floor to notice. But when you do, you jerk so fast you nearly slide on the wet floor, falling back against the door.

“What the fuck,” you gasp, trying to recover from the embarrassing screech.

“Joel was right. You really ain’t got a sense of your surroundings, huh?”

“Not in my own home! M’not supposed to have to—“

She smirks.

Not that you notice; too distracted by where she’s lounging. It’s your bed but also it very much is not.

Your mattress is set up on a wooden frame. It’s not fancy, just unstained boards, but it looks well-crafted and sturdy.

“Um,” you say.

“Gonna come try it out?”

“What?”

“Don’t you like it, sunflower?”

“I-I do, I’m just—“

“I told you, we’ll take care of you.” The smirk is gone, now. She’s startlingly serious.

“You said when I’m at yours,” you say.

“Did Joel not take care of you while he was here?”

“No, he did, I—“

She sits up and grabs your wrist, tugging you over. You follow easily, acquiescing when she pulls you on the bed and manhandles you…

(womanhandles you? Are you failing feminism? Where does the movement stand at the end of the world?)

… until you’re laying beside her with your head on her stomach.

“Isn’t this more comfortable?” she says.

She’s so soft, and she smells so good. You’re a little unfocused between taking deep breaths and curling your arm around her waist. “Yes, ma’am,” you say.

She grins. “Good girl.”

For a moment, you are both content to lay there. It really is comfortable. Soon, though, you’re pressing absentminded kisses to her stomach and nuzzling her breasts.

She rubs her hand up and down your back.

Your hand twitches near the hem of her shirt. “Um,” you mumble, anxious fingers fiddling with the folded fabric.

She lifts just enough to tug it off, going after yours in nearly the same motion. Your mouth waters.

She snaps your bra strap. “Off.”

You scramble to obey, not even bothering to unhook it but yanking the old, worn cotton over your head and tossing it to the floor.

She grins at your over-eagerness, but you barely notice, unabashedly focused on her tits.

“Please,” you whisper.

She nods, and before she can voice the answer, you find yourself clinging to her.

Huh.

Funny.

You had meant to latch your mouth around her nipple, but you’re practically climbing her to get close.

Her skin against yours feels like heaven. The creeping loneliness that burrowed into your bones hurts more than ever. At the same time, though, it’s beginning to bleed out.

She gasps softly as your nails dig into her side. Not enough to hurt but enough that she seems to recognize your desperation.

“I know, sunflower. I’m sorry,” she murmurs, holding you tight, just on the right side of painful. But you need it. The twinge in your ribs is giving you more comfort than you’ve known in weeks.

You nuzzle into her chest, placing kisses across her skin that swiftly shift from soft to sloppy. You suck and lick at any inch you can reach, finally mouthing your way to her breasts. Every brush scatters sparks across your shoulders and between your ribs, leaving you shuddering and gasping against her.

She moans as you lave at each hardened bud, and holds your head with an unforgiving grip when you suckle at one. Her back arches, pushing the fat of her breast into your face.

You don’t mind. Oxygen doesn’t seem super important right now. Her other hand has captured one of your own nipples, and she pinches and tugs harshly, her moans drawn out when you whimper against her.

She laughs, and it’s on the edge of cruel, but you’re unbothered.

“Look at you,” she teases. “So fuckin’ needy, huh?”

You hadn’t even realized, but you’ve thrown a leg over hers and are rocking your hips against her thigh.

“M’sorry,” you pant, after pulling off her breast with a lewd pop. You go to move away.

“Don’t stop; it’s cute,” she says, guiding you by the back of your head to her other breast.

Heat spreads across your face but also through your spine until it pools between your thighs. Fuck it, your brain decides, before it turns off for the day.

You’re gasping as you mouth at her, your panties dragging against your clit as you grind.

She slides her hands down and tugs at them, and you quickly lift and help her wiggle them off before sliding down to dispose of hers.

You had planned on returning to her tits and maybe trying to make out, but now that you’re down here, making out with her pussy seems like a much better idea.

You press a soft kiss to her thigh and look up at her, but she surprises you and reaches her hand out to pull you back up.

She guides you, pushing and pulling your pliant limbs where she likes. You let go of the knots anxiety tied to hold you stiff and quiet, a tug behind your ribcage urging you to give in, give up, give everything to Tess.

Something hazy and lax trickles through your veins—it doesn’t go unnoticed, either.

“There you go,” she croons as you gaze up at her.

You didn’t even really notice her laying you down or getting on top of you, but you don’t think about it for long because her knee slides up to your core, grinding until it pushes against your clit.

She catches your moan in a kiss just as she settles her cunt against your thigh.

The feeling of her heat on your leg sends your hips canting against the relentless pressure of her knee. As you squirm and buck, your thigh moves against her, and she moans, biting at your lips until they part with a gasp.

She’s less rough with you than Joel but no less commanding. Her hands grip true and firm, and one winds its way around your neck to squeeze at the sides as she kisses you. You can’t tell which makes you dizzier, but either way, you writhe beneath her just the way she intended.

“I know you’re his,” she murmurs against your swollen lips. “But you’re mine, too, ain’tcha?”

You nod frantically, or at least to the best of your ability, trapped as you are. She eases up a little to let you gasp. You manage to squeak out a “yes, ma’am,” before she increases the pressure again. You’re squirming now, each wriggle of your body bringing you together in a rush of warm, wet ecstasy.

“That’s right,” she says before releasing your throat and focusing her attention on grinding against you. “You wanna cum, sunflower?” Her finger tweaks your nipple.

You reach for her breasts with one hand, the other settling on her thigh, where she’s spread across you. “Want you to,” you pant.

“Oh, I plan on it,” she says. Her smirk is intoxicating, and so is the way her hair falls around her face while she looks down at you. “But you’re gonna cum now.”

Her voice permits no choice, and she jerks her knee against your cunt. The shock and delicious pain of it have you obeying immediately, with her not far behind.

She, at least, has the sense of mind to cover your mouth with her hand. When she’s coming down from her high, she slides it slightly to cover your nose, too.

“Cum again, baby,” she says.

You cling to her with bruising fingers as you cum, and everything goes fuzzy and gray. She pulls her hand away at the last second, rolling her hips against your leg until she cums again, too.

“Please,” you sob.

She doesn’t need you to explain, just rolls back until you can pull your leg out from under her and lunge, burying your face between her thighs.

Her nails scratch against your scalp, and she gasps when you suck on her swollen clit. She lets you lick and draw two more orgasms out of her before she pulls you away from her cunt.

“No more,” she scolds when you whine. “I don’t wanna be sore tomorrow when you come over.”

“Oh, am I coming over tomorrow?” you tease.

“Well, I just said you were, didn’t I? Don’t be late.”

You frown, something too close to a pout, when she rises from the bed and pulls her clothes back on.

“I know,” she says softly, pinching your chin. “You be good and get some sleep, okay? You’re gonna need it.”

She pauses, looking at your bathroom door. “You really got mice in there on purpose?”

You bury your face in your hands and nod. “I can scare ‘em off if you need it.”

She snorts and shakes her head, something almost fond in her eyes, something that will haunt you. “Nah, leave ‘em be.” With one last kiss to your forehead, she slips out of the door.

You hesitate, but get up and lock all the locks behind her.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting Joel to be outside your work. He isn’t, though. You hesitate for a minute, wondering if it means you shouldn’t go over after all.

In the end, your cunt makes the call, and you find your way to their apartment successfully. Look at that, you think. You were paying attention, after all. They never need to know you knocked on two wrong doors first.

Tess opens the third door and smiles. You flush immediately and give her a soft smile back, slipping inside and toeing off your boots. Once you set your bag by the door, you sink onto your knees. It’s all you could think about at work, and you don’t have the strength to fight the urge.

She ruffles your hair. “Look how good you are, pretty girl.”

Your eyes close briefly at the praise, and you look up at her. The fluorescent yellow bulb is obscured behind her head, warmth framing her like a halo.

“Unfortunately, Joel’s not been so good today, sunflower. You’re going to help me remind him how, okay?”

She gives you a hand and doesn’t let go after you stand, leading you into the bedroom. You freeze, though, when you see Joel tied to the bedposts with short lengths of rope and a bandana shoved in his mouth.

He squeezes his eyes tight when he sees you like he can block out the way your eyes are wide and brows furrowed. The shame burns across his body, but more than that, he aches to wipe the concern off your face.

So, he opens his eyes and forces himself into something calm. Accepting. He twitches two fingers against his bond to beckon you.

“Go ahead,” Tess gives you a little shove.

Logically, you know he submits to her. You’ve seen it. But it’s never been like this, never been him restrained or suffering.

He’s usually more like a devoted beast, content to kiss the hand that feeds.

Either way, you go to him and obediently duck so he can cup your face to the best of his ability. You press a kiss to his palm before looking to Tess.

“Someone here decided he couldn’t wait and jerked himself off in the shower this morning, even though you were comin’ over,” she says.

You look at Joel, baffled by the way you almost feel… hurt? It doesn’t make sense, but Tess’s tone seemed to imply you should.

She laughs at the look on your face. “Told ya,” she says to Joel. She comes up behind you, one arm slung across your collarbone and the other hand curling under your chin to grip your jaw. “Little slut’s disappointed.”

You, as always, burn for her amusement.

“Ain’t that right? You woulda been willing to help him out, huh?” she asks. Her grip on your jaw jerks your head up and down even as you’re whimpering, “Yes, ma’am.”

He spits the bandana out. “Told you, I wouldn’t have lasted. Had to take the edge off.”

Oh, she knows. She had come home last night and stroked his cock while telling him all about her visit. She hadn’t let him cum, then, either.

“That’s not for you to decide,” she says, letting you go so she can stuff his mouth full again. “Guess you gotta learn.”

She turns to you. “Climb up and get comfortable between his legs.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He growls. You look sad, and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t suit you.

Tess catches his eye and looks you over. “Hey,” she says, a hand on your shoulder. “You trust me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” And you mean it, more than you realized.

“Then stop feelin’ bad for him and help him out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur and climb up onto the bed, finding a home for yourself between his thighs. The dark hair tickles your nose when you press a kiss to the inside of his leg, nuzzling your cheek against it.

You’re not stupid, but you think you might be an idiot. You know what this is. And what it isn’t. But the way your chest warms at being close, at being allowed to see him vulnerable, at being coddled a little by the both of them—well, it’s dangerous.

When Tess rubs a hand over your back and whispers “good girl,” in your ear, you decide you don’t care. So what if your foolish heart is collateral? How many times since the world ended have you gotten to feel anything? You don’t need forever; you just need whatever you have in these moments.

So you’ll take it and swallow it up, bottle it inside for when you need something soft and warm at the end of a bad day.

Unfortunately, all the thinking about things that aren’t has you jittering your right leg. It’s tucked under you and jostles your whole body a little. Your head rests on Joel’s thigh, a torturous inch from his leaking cock.

But you know better. And so you wait.

She takes her sweet time, letting him watch you watch precum leak down. The longer she leaves you there in silence, the more the buzzing in your brain fades to a gentle breeze. Your leg stops its fussing, and you breathe deeper, easier. His thigh is wide and warm, and you’re close enough to smell the deep musk of him.

It makes your mouth water and your mind quiet. She comes back over, and you shudder when her fingers trip up the length of your spine until they come to rest on the back of your neck.

“Go real slow,” she says. “Just kisses and licks, for now.”

You’re in a haze; the world narrowed to her voice and his cock. First, you wipe his leaking slit clean with the broad stripe of your tongue before kissing it softly. He groans, but it settles into a whine when you kiss down the underside until you reach his balls.

They’re hanging at a bit of an awkward angle for you to reach, so you shift to sink lower, steadying yourself with a hand on each of his thighs. You don’t think you’ve ever gotten to properly appreciate him like this, to feel the velvet skin against your cheek as you nuzzle in.

Tess’s hand stays steady on the back of your neck, tethering you to the world without having to focus on the threadbare sheets or the clangs and shouts from the open window.

You’re not sure how long you spend like that, wrapping your tongue around wherever you can reach without actually taking him into your mouth. He’s twitching here and there, rewarding you with tiny tastes of him as you go.

She tugs on your neck, pulling you back. You whine, but he whimpers louder. She lets both of you sit and catch your breath for a moment before she’s pushing you down again.

“Just the tip,” she tells you with a playful wink at Joel.

You wrap your lips around it and can’t help but suck hard. His hips jerk up, but Tess is faster, pulling you out of his reach.

“Hold still,” she says, swatting at his thigh. “Be grateful for what you’re getting.”

She waits until he nods before pushing you back down. You try to be gentler, a softer, pulsing pressure, but he’s squirming beneath you, and you’re aching to have him deeper, sliding just a little further onto his shaft.

Tess yanks you by the neck away from him and fixes you with a stern scowl.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be good,” you cry.

“You better be,” she warns and pushes you back down.

By the time she lets you bury him in your throat, your knees are aching, and Joel is shaking with the effort to hold still. You don’t like the way he gasps and struggles; each sound sending a hairline fracture through something in your chest.

You don’t need to look to know he has tears in his eyes. You can hear it in the ragged breaths and grit of his teeth.

The sun has set. It has to have been at least an hour, maybe two, since this all started.

He lets out a wounded sound, and your own follows.

“Hey,” Tess’s voice cuts through Joel’s whimpers. She tugs at you gently, and you pull off.

“Why’re you crying, sunflower?” she says.

You don’t know how she knew it wasn’t from choking on his cock. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten teary before. You weren’t even really sure you were crying. But now that she’s asked, your chest feels tight.

Joel’s focused on you, too, throbbing cock forgotten for a moment.

“I’m okay,” you say, but it’s hardly convincing after it breaks on a sobbing gasp. “I-I—“

She gets on the bed and pulls you into her lap, where you curl around her and begin to cry in earnest. With one hand, she’s able to tug one of Joel’s free, and he’s more than capable of undoing the other.

He sits up on his knees and hovers, hands clenching and unclenching at his side. Tess cradles you and whispers soothing nothings.

Joel finally reaches out and puts his hand on the back of your neck, cupping close. He doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

When you feel his hand on you, unmistakably Joel, both in the breadth of his grip and considering you know where both of Tess’s hands are, you peek up to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and the chest-wracking gasps take over again. “I’m sorry.”

You’re clinging; you know you are. But it feels all wrong, all jumbled in your chest, like instead of finishing the puzzle, someone just jammed the pieces together until they stuck, no matter the damage.

“Why’re you sorry, huh? You did exactly as you were told,” he says, thumb rubbing over the nape of your neck.

“I don’t know, I feel sad,” you mumble into Tess’s shoulder.

Tess rubs her hand between your shoulder blades. “That was too confusing for you, huh? Put you in a weird place? Like you betrayed him a little bit?”

You nod, rubbing your hand over your clavicle. “Feels wrong.”

“I’m sorry, sunflower.” She kisses your forehead. “You need him to forgive you?”

Your throat is cinched around stone. All you can do is nod.

“Hey, c’mere,” Joel says and pulls you from her lap to his.

You curl up with your face buried in the crook of his arm.

“Ain’t nothin’ to forgive,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

Your inhale sounds mortifyingly like a sob.

Tess shakes her head and raises an eyebrow at him, knowing he gets the same way. “You need to show her. Prove it. Let her earn it.”

“That what ya need? Need your own punishment, remember your place?”

You nod frantically against his collarbone.

“Okay, sweet girl. I can do that.”

Once you’ve settled and the tears subsided, he pries you away and tilts your chin up to look at him. “Lay across my lap.”

You remember his threat from your apartment, and for whatever reason, warmth spreads from your chest to your toes.

He helps you shift into position, arranging you how he wants. A broad hand splays across your hips while the other grips you by the jaw.

“Look at you. You’re just a little girl who needs a spanking, huh?” His grip intensifies, craning your neck.

“Yes sir,” you cry.

“Say it.”

“I—I’m just a little girl who needs a spanking.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“‘Cause you’ll take care of me.”

It’s not the answer any of you expected. Tess gives a low whistle. Joel’s grip on your jaw slackens just a little.

His other hand comes up to brush against your cheek. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, it’s softer, quieter. “That’s right. I’m gonna take care of ya.”

Your lip quivers, and you don’t know why. Everything is suddenly in stereo sound. Your scalp stings. The brush of his dry finger scrapes against the apple of your cheek. There’s a crack opening somewhere, maybe your throat, maybe your stomach.

Tess runs a hand through Joel’s hair, and he releases your jaw, broad palm finding purchase on the upturned curve of your back.

“Jus’ relax ‘n let me take care of ya,” he rumbles.

The first hit is soft. A test. You don’t flinch when he lifts his hand to strike you again.

The third one stings, and you huff out a breath but hold steady. His hand on your back seems to be supporting your entire spine, given that the rest of you feels like it may melt into the horrible carpet. Another stain in their apartment, but at least this one will bring good memories. You hope.

You might have spent more on the thought, but the next smack lands hard and heavy, and you yelp, nails digging into his calf where they cling for stability. Physical and mental.

“Shh, you’re alright,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lays.

The next hit is hard again. And the next. And the three after that.

You’re wriggling in his lap now, not trying to escape but simply squirming after each spank as if you could douse the fire he’s started.

He rubs your ass where his palm had just bounced from, and you suck in a soft hiss.

“I want to give you five more,” he says. “Can you take it?”

You don’t even think about it. “Yes, sir,” you say, shuddering.

His hand cracks down hard before you can brace yourself, and you whimper, kicking your feet a little and squirming.

The next one pushes the tears over the edge as you cry out, writhing a little.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good, darlin’,” he croons.

You want nothing more than to believe him. The words sink beneath your skin, and you expect them to itch like all praise. But they don’t.

The next three aren’t as harsh. At least, you think they aren’t? You’re feeling kind of sleepy. Or dizzy. Maybe both.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling you up seated in his lap. “You took that so well. So good for us, baby.”

Tess hands you a glass of water and kisses the top of your head. She kisses Joel’s, too.

“Y’did good, sweet boy,” she tells him.

You sip at the water while they kiss, something silent passing overhead. You don’t try to catch it; it’s not for you.

You feel quiet. Like sitting there in Joel’s lap, drinking your water is the only thing in your life. Nothing buzzes behind your skull; nothing sends you jittering and twitching and bouncing. It’s… well, it’s quiet.

“Alright, I think you’ve both earned a reward,” Tess says.

Joel looks up at her.

She grins. “I’m going to fuck you while you fuck her.”

His grip on your waist tightens. “Can I…”

“Yes, I’ll let you come, baby,” she says. “I think you learned your lesson. And you’ve done such a good job with our girl there.”

You’re leaning against his chest, now, listening to the rumble of his voice. You’re not really sure what they’re talking about, but you think maybe you’re going to get fucked now. Which sounds great. You sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey,” he jostles you a little. “You awake enough to fuck?”

“Mhm.”

He nudges you again, and you blink up at him. “I’m awake,” you whine, nuzzling into his neck and setting your teeth gently against the tendon in protest.

“Didn’t you just get spanked?” he scolds. “You need another round?”

“No,” you mumble, even though maybe your pussy is saying yes. But you’re starting to think she doesn’t have your best interests in mind. “I dunno. Maybe later.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Lay down,” he says, pushing slowly at your shoulder. You whine and cling with your arms around his neck. He wants you to move? It seems so cruel.

You tell him so, and he rolls his eyes before slipping an arm under your knees and standing up. You squeak.

You try to bury your face further into Joel, but he dumps you unceremoniously on the bed.

You pout, and he smirks as he prowls, trapping you between his knees and bringing your arms up over your head.

“You wanna keep up the attitude? I don’t have to let you cum tonight,” he says as he cages you in.

You whimper, less at his words than at the way you’re throbbing. “I’ll be good,” you whisper.

“Wanna try that again?”

“I’ll be good, sir.”

He kisses your forehead, still looming over you. “Yeah, you will.”

“You want her to help get you ready, baby?” Tess says.

“Oh fuck,” Joel whispers. He looks down at you. “Ever eaten ass, princess?”

You can’t help the moan that slips out, nodding. “Not in a long time.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Y’keep sayin’ that. How long was it for ya, before us?”

You flush and suddenly can’t look at him. “Like. Years. Too long.”

“Don’t gotta be shy about it, sunflower,” Tess says. “We were just curious.”

Mortifyingly, you realize that means they talked about you when you weren’t there. Of course, they did, but you didn’t think it really went beyond “Hey did you like that” and “Do we want to fuck her again?”

“Oh god,” you whisper.

“C’mon and put that mouth to better use,” Joel says, rolling his eyes. He tugs you down further on the mattress before kneeling at the top of the bed, knees bracketing your head.

You don’t waste time, leaning forward to first lick at his balls before dragging your tongue back. You can’t help but nip at his butt. He pinches at your breast in return, and you grin as you drag your tongue in circles, coming close but never quite touching where he needs you.

He gasps when you finally lick across his hole, soaking him in your saliva but only using soft, light touches. He grinds down onto your face, forcing you to devote your attention to him, kissing and licking until your face is covered in your own spit from how buried in him you are.

It’s your turn to gasp when, just as you press the tip of your tongue inside him, Tess slides two fingers into your cunt and curls them. Having regained control of the situation, Joel gropes at your breasts, tugging your nipples until they’re stretched almost too painfully, and you don’t really recognize the wet sounds above you right away.

You almost cum when you realize they’re making out as they toy with you. Tess works you open with three fingers now as you twirl your tongue in tight circles. She pulls her hand free and breaks the kiss just to shove her fingers into his mouth. He sucks and licks your slick from her, and when she pulls her hand away, they both move in tandem without speaking a word.

He moves down off the bed to bury his face between your legs, bent at the waist so she can work lubed-up fingers into his ass. He moans against your clit, and you writhe under the weight of his strong arm across your hips.

He smacks your hip. “Cum,” he growls, pinching your clit and licking as deep as he can inside you. You do, crying out just a little too loud and wincing at the sound.

“Don’t,” Tess scolds. “Let us hear you, sunflower.”

“B-but—”

“You think we give a fuck about the neighbors?” She pulls back from Joel and slaps his ass. “C’mon, give her your cock now.”

He taps your thigh and jerks his head toward the top of the bed. You scoot back a little.

“Ready, sunflower? You want me t’fill you up?” His fist is wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Please, sir,” you say, spreading your legs wide and tilting your hips up.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs. Once he’s settled on top of you, Tess grabs him by the hair.

“Just the tip, baby,” she says. “Let me fuck you into her.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says while you moan.

He notches himself at your slit and gently pushes until the head of his cock is nestled inside you. His hands are balled into fists where they cage you in, and his chest heaves with the effort. After all the wretched edging earlier, he’s not actually sure he can hold back.

“Good boy,” Tess murmurs.

It helps, at least until he hears the vibrator click to life inside her. She moans and adjusts the harness a little before she slaps his ass and pushes in agonizingly slow.

It doesn’t stay slow. She drags it out just until you both are desperate before grabbing his hips and shoving the rest of her strap in. It knocks him forward to split you open.

You think you might actually die this time. How is it that she keeps coming up with even better ways to fuck?

You expect him to try to take control, but he lets her set the unforgiving rhythm, fucking herself on the cock held tight inside her by the harness and taking Joel apart with the other half. Each time her hips crash into him, he rocks into you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel grunts, leaning down to bite at your tits so you writhe and whine beneath him.

You grip one of his biceps and reach up for Tess with the other hand. She entwines your fingers, grinning as you grip on desperately. Joel’s teeth have found your neck, leaving marks for you to find later.

You’re not sure how many times you cum. Or Tess, for that matter. Joel manages two. When Tess takes pity on him for the first, he breaks apart so hard that he buries his face in your tits, biting down and leaving hot tears behind. She fucks him through it, and he never goes fully soft, still twitching and throbbing inside you.

When he starts to protest from the overstimulation, she clicks her tongue at him. “No. Another.”

“I can’t,” he whimpers.

“Yeah, you can. Don’t you want him to cum again, sunflower?”

“Uh-huh,” is all you manage as the breath gets knocked out of you on each thrust.

“Be a good boy and cum for me again,” she says. She lets go of your hand to wrap hers around his throat.

You moan, remembering the way she held yours just yesterday.

He gets a glint in his eye even as they glaze over a little, and slides his hand up to do the same to you.

“Fuck, look at you,” Tess says, eyes flicking between you. “Both bein’ so good for me.”

It’s really all it takes. Joel starts to cum first, and when you feel him jerk inside you, this orgasm forcing some of his first load out to pool on the sheet, you snap, warmth flooding you as you tremble beneath them.

All of it sends Tess over the edge, too, and she reaches out to stroke your cheek as she cums, her other hand still loosely cupping Joel’s neck.

Joel’s shaking as he holds himself over you carefully, waiting as Tess gently pulls out. He follows, concern in his wrinkles as you wince.

“M’ok,” you mumble.

Tess goes to head to the bathroom for a towel but he stops her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. He jerks his head to the bed, and she sighs but crawls beside you to let him handle cleanup.

You watch him, brow furrowed just a little. He should be more tired than either of you.

“He likes to take care of me,” she says. “Of both of us. Sometimes, we just gotta let him.” She tucks an arm under you, and you roll to wrap your arm around her waist.

Tess insists they walk you home that night. “But will you make it back before curfew?” you try to protest.

“Y’ain’t gotta worry about us,” Joel cuts in gruffly. “We’re the ones that gotta worry about you.”

You bite your lip but don’t argue. There’s no point once they’ve decided something, anyway.

Something about it feels off, like you’re in someone else’s skin, but then she slips her hand into yours. Joel trails behind you, scowl firmly locked in place as he shoots dark looks around.

You draw the line at them coming into the building. It feels sickeningly silly, like you’re playing pretend in dangerous waters. Your firm “no” doesn’t stop Tess from kissing your cheek or Joel from rubbing your shoulder before you go inside.

You’d always been fine by yourself before, but your new bed feels cold and lonely.

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*title from "HandClap" by Fitz and the Tantrums

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 5

“Ori?” Jazz took his bass off the wall and strummed it, playing scales as a means to steady his processor as he opened the comm link he shared with his originator.

“What do ya need, Love?” Punch asked as he answered.

“Got good site to order some forgivin’ armour off of?” Jazz asked. 

“Get in some trouble?” Punch asked.

“Went through my rut wit an Omega Bot,” Jazz explained. “Got’m wit spark. Now even his low cut scrap is pinchin’ ‘n ‘m thinking’ it ain’t gonna get better.”

“Probably didn’t get a proper fittin’,” Punch replied. “ I’ll sent ya a link. Get somethin’ wit adjustable panels for now.”

“Thanks,” Jazz told him. “I told’m ya’d help’m when he’s ready to talk ‘bout all the stuff wit carryin’. He ain’t ready yet. He’s been through Pit.”

“I know my bitty so I know ya weren’t the one to put’m through it,” Punch said.

“No,” Jazz replied. “Don’t mean it’s any easier for’m.”

Because the armour had removable panels, Jazz could order it straight off the shelf. He paid for a rush delivery, which meant it would be delivered by the light-cycle. It was fast enough. A visit to Ratchet was in order but it could wait a couple of mega-cycles. What Prowl needed right now was to rest away from prying optics. He was going to be under even more scrutiny when they returned to duty. Jazz would have to make sure the line was toed. Prowl would not come to ruin because Jazz sparked him up in a heat. Optimus had shown himself to be protective of his Omega Autobots and that would be helpful, to a point. It would be Ironhide and how he responded who would be the deciding factor, Jazz thought. The weapons master was a Beta and the primary disciplinarian for the drops stationed at the base and he always made a point of showing the cockiest of Alpha Autobots their afts. Jazz had not seen one beat him yet when dared to spare. But he was old, ancient even and he might yet have some opinions on where a gravid Omega was meant to be, home brooding, as an example. If he was slow to enforce Prime’s will, Prowl would have a deeply unfair fight on his servos and it seemed to Jazz he had been through enough.

He had the makings of a good originator, though Jazz did not think it would be a comfort to him to hear that right now. The knowledge he was carrying was a deep psychological blow. Jazz knew his originator, a natural Omega, had not be happy to learn he was carrying after an unexpected heat and the whole carrying had been a miserable ordeal that had nearly killed him. Though a difficult delivery had rendered Punch sterile, it had not spared him heats and the attention of entitled Alphas, at least not until Jazz and Ricochet had been old enough to chase them off, giving Punch the ability to choose who he spent his heats with versus who got to him first. To a point, Ori would be able to empathize with the pain of Prowl’s position and he would also understand that Prowl’s pain was also different, layered, which would make him a good shoulder to lean on, once Prowl was ready.

Jazz was not entirely glad to be in this mess but he was relieved to a point that he had decided to go to the centre to manage his rut. He did not know what sorts of Alphas Prowl had been with before, beyond Lockdown but the enforcer at least seemed to have been a nasty sort of scrap. Just having a heat was traumatizing to Prowl and Jazz might have been arrogant but he did not think another Alpha would have noticed to care. Using aft fragging to help Prowl’s pleasure and his mood had been effective. Would another Alpha have bothered? Would Prowl have felt safe enough to ask? Jazz did not believe they could have been called friends but even when they argued, they worked well together. Prowl was wicked smart and sometimes overcautious so far as ops were concerned. When they worked on something together, they tended to have the most success. In any case, Jazz thought Prowl liked him arguing, it meant he was not dismissing his opinion like many Alphas tried.

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

***

The ruby tea was calming. Prowl left the collar on, not ready yet for Jazz to see how thoroughly Lockdown had owned him. It was humiliating. Everything about this was humiliating. He knew he was an Omega, a full Omega as true as one who had emerged with this presentation but he still wondered, still feared that his frame would not be able to give emergence. Would his valve really stretch that much? True an Alpha’s knot was big but a bitlet was bigger. Was his pelvis wide enough? Since Lockdown had broken it before Prowl had even been properly bitched, he did not know if it had widened to allow for such a thing. True, his hips were wider than they had been but some of that was just… pudge. He had never asked if his frame was formatted correctly for emergence because he had never wanted to be kindled. Now he was going to have to ask. He was going to know. It was distressing. An Omega’s carrying was a stellar-cycle long. In that time, his frame would demand contributions. The only Alpha to have spike Prowl out of heat had been Lockdown. Could he even do it? Was he going to waste away because he was too afraid to frag?

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

“I do not know,” Prowl replied. “I do not think I could nap. I am tired but my processor is… in turmoil.”

“Can I join ya?” Jazz asked. Prowl nodded. He did not leer when Jazz stripped. He had seen the Alpha’s frame from every angle. It was an attractive frame. Even out of heat Prowl could acknowledge that. “Did ya wanna turn around so I can rub yer back? It might help ya relax.”

“That could help,” Prowl said.

Jazz was gentle and firm as he handled Prowl’s doorwings. He listened, Prowl realized to the joint as he cracked and popped it before activating his magnets. Prowl was overloading, moaning opening before he even realized it. Every drop of tension fled from them and his back and shoulders bled away and the Omega sagged, limp in Jazz’s lap. As Jazz continued to massage the oil from the bath into Prowl’s sentio-metallico, he realized the Alpha’s spike was not hard. The observation let Prowl relax even more. He did not think he could be safer with anyone. Jazz had always been the Autobot Prowl felt safest with, safest to argue with, safest to be alone with. Even after breeding him, Jazz was not acting like he felt free to use Prowl’s frame as it suited him.

“I think a nap would be good now,” Jazz told him. “Don’t ya think?”

“Mhm,” Prowl replied. Jazz lifted him from the bath and towel-dried him. He did not put his own armour back on or Prowl’s on him. With the same ease he had in rut, Jazz lifted Prowl up and he carried him from the washracks and into his berthroom and tucked him into the berth.

“How long did ya want me to leave ya to recharge?” Jazz asked.

“Do not leave me,” Prowl asked. His Omega coding basked in the reassuring field of the Alpha that had bred him. “I am safe with you.”

Jazz cupped his cheekplate: “You are Sweetspark.”

Prowl curled into his side as soon as Jazz laid down and in nanokliks, he was in recharge.

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About Time

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader Genre: Angst, Smut Rating: M Summary: You broke the number rule of fuck buddies and ghosted him. You think you don’t have to answer for that? Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: mentions of drinking, fingering, public unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, creampie

Arrow: Gold > Friends (with benefits!) to Lovers AU

Thanks to everyone in @kvanity-main​ who patiently put up with my 99 questions and requests. Extra thanks to @jinsquishes​ for the beautiful banner. I recommend nvrmnd, Die for You, God Damn, and Horizon for this. Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies!

One would assume a dark, crowded club would be the best place to avoid someone you’re ghosting. How could you ever hope to find anyone through all the bodies and smoke? Now add the fact that the person you’re avoiding hates places like this, and it should be perfect. Right?

Wrong.

Because across the fucking room with a red solo cup in one hand and a vape in the other was none other than the last person you planned to see tonight. You fully expected to see the Easter Bunny before Changkyun’s molten stare. A sharp elbow to your side yanked you out of the mental sinkhole you fell into the second your eyes met his.

“What the fuck are you staring at—” Vita followed your line of sight and gasped dramatically. “Ain’t no way. I thought he hated clubs. What the fuck is he doing here?”

You sputtered something that could’ve been a response in baby talk, mind thoroughly fucked as you scrambled to get your shit together. Quickly tossing back the rest of your drink, you looked around, frantically searching for the nearest exit. You’d even jump out of a third-story window at this moment.

“I’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” You threw your cup away. “I can’t be here.”

“Wait, what?” She pulled on your arm. “No! Don’t leave me! You swore you’d hang out with me tonight.”

“Well, that was before Korean John Wick popped up looking like he’s gonna take me out with a pencil.” You looked at her, eyes pleading for understanding. “What if he comes over? He’s gonna ask why I’m not answering his calls and texts. What the fuck am I gonna say to him?”

Her grip tightened. “Be honest with him! Just flat out say you caught feelings and the situation doesn’t vibe for you anymore. I’m pretty sure he’d appreciate you being upfront with him instead of pulling this hide-and-go-seek shit.”

“Oh, fuck you, smart ass. You dodged Taehyung for weeks before you nutted up and told him the truth.”

Shock flashed in her eyes before she let go. “Wow. Digging deep in the past, ain’t you? At least I fucking told him.”

“Right.” You looked back at Changkyun. The cup and vape were gone, but his eyes were still on you as he watched with curiosity. “So I have at least another week or two before you can talk shit. God, he looks like he’s gonna come over. If he does…”

“Jesus, _____, just spit the words out and be done with it.” She crossed her arms. “It’s better than dragging this out any longer. Trust me. What’s he gonna do? Dump you? You’re not dating. At the most, he’ll agree it won’t work and walk away. He isn’t the type to make a scene.”

As if to piss on her logic, Changkyun pushed away from the wall and headed in your direction, snaking through people without taking his eyes off you. Pure fear made your heart stutter as you grabbed her shoulders.

“Yeah, right. Tell him that, will you? I’m getting the fuck out of here.” You darted to the side. Stupid fucking heels and stupid fucking drinks made it hard to coordinate your limbs in a way that put as much space between you and the quiet storm behind you as fast as you could. Sure, it was a cowardly thing to do, but you weren’t in any shape to have a decent conversation with him. An honest one. One that formally put an end to the nights that bled into mornings where he’d cuddle you as the sun rose. To the moments you cherished while confusing you.

Not yet. You needed more time. Just a little more time.

Your eyes stung as you pushed your way through to the nearest glowing green ceiling sign. You just wanted out, away. Anything but face the truth, the inevitable hurt. The chilly night air was refreshing on your heated face when you stepped out the door. The panic softened just enough for your head to clear. Okay, you were in an alley. You just needed to figure out which way the street was so you could get a Lyft and—

The door opened behind you. Panic shot through you like shards of ice as you looked over your shoulder in horror and watched Changkyun step out. Time crawled to a stop as he adjusted his black leather jacket, pulling on the collar of his matching silk shirt. “Are you done running from me?”

Your mouth opened and closed as each train of thought derailed before making it to your lips. Running? In which sense? You turned around to face him, intent on saying something but ultimately failing because what the fuck should you say?

The longer he waited for you to speak, the more intense his stare got. “You realize the whole point of being fuck buddies is to actually fuck, right?” He pulled the door shut behind him then put his hands into his pocket, and cocked his head to the side. “And I’m not sure if you noticed, but uh, we haven’t fucked since—what—three weeks ago?”

“Something more like two and a half.” You mumbled.

His eyebrows rose. “Oh, so she does remember how to communicate.” He looked away and nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since I’m not worth the effort of a call or text, I won’t waste your time. Just tell me why we’re not fucking anymore and I’ll be on my way.” He gestured at you with his hand in his coat pocket. “Go on. Is it someone else?”

There was something in the way his frown and grouchy words didn’t match the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Though it was brief, for a second you saw the Changkyun you wished you could be with all the time. The one who was emotionally available. “N-no. I haven’t…no one but you, Kyun.”

Confusion creased his brow even more. “So, then what is it? I give it to you good, right? I mean, the way you can’t even get out of bed after—”

“It’s not that. I promise.” You bit your lip and looked at your feet. “Please, Kyun. It’s hella stupid. I just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. He was expecting some grand, logical reason when in reality it was so fucking…simple.

“What is it?” He prodded. His gaze dragged over your body before he looked away and changed his stance. “Jeez, you don’t have to overthink everything. Just spit it out.” He closed his eyes, swallowed, and lowered his voice. “Just say it.”

Maybe it was the sudden softness in his words that made your chest tighter as your throat and eyes burned. Right. Just say it. Let go and move on. You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I-I can’t do this anymore.”

His face tightened for a second as if he’d flinched from pain. For a solid minute, neither of you said a word, listening to the ambiance around you. The cars passing by on the street. The muffled bass of the music inside the club. The hum of electricity from the flickering streetlight nearby. Just when you thought you couldn’t take another moment of silence, he asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You reached out and nearly touched him before thinking better of it. “No. It’s me. My mistake. I—” You swallowed and looked around the dimly lit alley as if the words you needed to say would jump out and save your ass. How could you tell him the truth without ripping your heart out in the process? You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, willing the unshed tears to back the fuck off. You could cry it out later. Not here. Not in front of him. He’d told you plenty of times tears did nothing for him. “Fuck. When we started this, we both agreed to keep it casual. No feelings.”

He inhaled sharply and took a step forward. The crunch of the ground under his shoes made your eyes snap open. A mistake. His eyes widened upon seeing the tears lining yours. “Baby—”

You shook your head and hugged yourself tighter. “A-at first, that worked for me, Kyun. I swear it did. Sex with you is the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced so far in life. You’re amazing, so please don’t question that. But, as we got to know each other more, things got…complicated.”

“Really. Complicated, how?” He took another step closer and you took one back. “What complication justifies shutting me out?”

Your body sagged as your chest tightened to the point of pain. “Please, don’t make me say it.”

“I deserve to know the truth, don’t I? I’ve spent more time in the past six months in bed with you than I have on my own. I got to the point where I’m not used to waking up alone.” He licked his lips and exhaled hard. “Like, I get that fuck buddies aren’t as close as we are. Maybe friends with benefits doesn’t cover it either. Whatever it is, it’s good, right?”

You hated how your heart colored his words with hope and yearning. This wasn’t the same guy who swore to you he couldn’t do relationships. That you’d never catch him doing lovey-dovey couple stuff. That wasn’t him. Commitment wasn’t in his skillset. “For you.” You bit out after a gulp of air. “It’s good for you. I-I can’t separate the physical from the emotional stuff.” You looked at him through tears. “I tried so hard to keep it casual. I reminded myself over and over that you can’t give me lo—more. But you confused me! Insisting I stay each night, waking up with you. Telling me I’m beautiful and insisting we hang out for fun. How was I supposed to keep my heart out of it?”

His expression went blank, completely clueless as he stared at you. “What?”

“God, Kyun. For someone who says otherwise, you do the boyfriend thing really well.” You dried your face by dabbing at it with your coat sleeve. “For a minute, you had me imagining what it’d be like. And once I got to that point, I knew I couldn’t go on with this anymore. It hurts like hell to want someone in a way they’ll never want you.”

Changkyun blinked a few times before understanding dawned on his pretty face. “Oh.” He got a distant look in his eyes, looking down the alley at the street. “So…you caught feelings for me?”

Your arms dropped to your sides. The gut punch wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be, but it still hurt. “I know I should’ve talked to you. I just…didn’t know what to say or how to say it.”

He bit his bottom lip and nodded then took a step towards you. You automatically took a step back so he took another. And another. And another. Your back collided with the wall of the building behind you and before you knew it, he was pressed against you, chest to chest, and looking into your eyes with an expression you’d never seen on his face before. Worse of all, it made your stomach turn with excitement in a way that only he ever could incite. His fingertips caressed your cheek before they traced down to your neck.

“Say it again,” his voice was low and warm like coffee on your tongue, “tell me what you imagined being with me was like.”

You sucked in cold air noticing how the tip of your nose was getting numb. “I—this isn’t a joke, Kyun!” You pushed at his chest. “I’m being serious—”

His fingers curled around the back of your neck and gently squeezed. “And so am I. I wanna hear it.” He pulled you close until your foreheads touched then gently rubbed his nose against yours. “You made me go weeks without hearing your voice or seeing your face over this. So, give it all to me. Every single thought. Make the pain worth it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. “I told you. It’s dumb. I just pictured stupid couple stuff like taking selfies, holding hands in front of your friends, or cuddling on a rainy day.”

He hummed as his fingertips caught the hem of your skirt. “I admit, that does sound like stupid couple stuff.” You scoffed and tried to pull away, so he quickly followed with, “But I’d do them with you if you really wanted to. At this point, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do with you. For you. To you.”

“What?” You searched his eyes, mind reeling as his words echoed in your head.

“Let me make a little confession of my own.” His free hand gripped your jaw between his thumb and index finger as the other splayed across your thigh. “Since I last saw you, I haven’t been out much. Maybe to the store. At first I thought maybe you were just busy. But then Jooheon would tell me he saw you out with your friend and each time I wondered if it was me. Maybe you were avoiding me.” He pulled your leg up on his hip. “At first, I told myself I didn’t care. That you’d get over whatever the fuck you were going through and come back when you were ready. But you never did.”

You gasped as his hand wandered between your bodies and toyed with the edge of your panties. “Kyun—”

“No, no. Shh. Listen to me. I need you to know how hard it was to stay away and give you space, baby. No one else touches this dick but you.” It was hard to focus on his words when his fingers started to stroke your clit through the sheer fabric. “I don’t even get hard at the thought of fucking anyone but you. That whole time you were gone? It was just me and my hand.” His lips brushed against yours, but he didn’t kiss you and smiled when you started to chase his mouth. “Just like you, hm? What did you use?”

His fingers pushed your panties aside and cupped your pussy, middle finger pressing between your folds. “My toys—oh, god—and fingers.” Your breath hitched as he dipped his finger inside.

He moved his hand from your chin to the wall. “Did they feel good? Better than me?” You shook your head and he bit his lip, rewarding your honesty with the rest of his finger buried to the hilt. “You look so fucking hot right now. This skirt. This top.” He leaned in and nipped at your neck, soothing the skin with a lick as he worked his finger in and out. “I saw you as soon as I walked in. Wanted you right then. Needed you…”

His words were smoke in your head, creating a dense fog of him that made you burn from the inside out. Your hips rolled on his hand, pace increasing when he added another finger. You were vaguely aware of how fucked out and needy you sounded as he pulled moans from you with just his hand. His lips caught yours and ended with a playful bite as he pulled his hand away.

“As needy as the last time we did this, huh?” He groaned in your ear, low and husky as he fumbled with his pants. You couldn’t even respond, too focused on helping him work the belt buckle and zipper. The second his dick was free, he pushed his pants down to his thighs and reached for yours. “Get up here.”

One leg went around his waist, and with a hop, so was the other. You put your arms around his neck. Using the wall for leverage, he gave you sloppy, frantic kisses as he held you up by your thighs, feeling around with the head of his dick for your entrance. You squealed when it pressed into your clit and he chuckled into your mouth as he angled his hips just right and—

“Say it, baby.” He hissed as he pushed in slowly. “Tell me again why you ghosted me.” You tightened your grip, nails digging into the sleeves of your coat, as his dick stretched you with an ache you missed. When it felt like it’d never stop, he was fully seated inside and twitching every time you clenched. “Say it.”

“B-because I fell for you.” You whimpered when he pulled back then snapped his hips once. A warning. “Ah! Fuck, Kyun.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and hid your face. “I love you. I did it because I love you and I thought you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Fucking finally.” He brushed a kiss to the side of your face and adjusted his grip on your thighs. “About time you came around, baby.” With another snap of his hips, he set a steady pace that he’d occasionally interrupt by grinding his pelvis against your clit, determined to get you both there as quickly as possible. “Need you to cum with me. Missed you so much. I hate waking up without you next to me. Need you th—Ah, fuck. So tight.”

Your fingertips caught the ends of his hair and you pulled on it. In response his strokes grew longer, deeper as he let you drop onto his length with a clap of skin. Every time he moved, sparks danced up your spine and through your limbs. “Oh, fuck!”

“It’s been so long, baby. Just a—just a little longer. I’m almost there.” He nudged your head back and kissed you hard, a clash of lips and tongue as he swallowed your moans while feeding you his own. You were vaguely aware of how the bricks dug into your back and hips, too lost in the pleasure you were drowning in. How had you stayed away from him for so long when he could do shit like this to you? You were crumbling to pieces in his arms, on his dick, and for once it didn’t scare you shitless. You could trust him to put you back together. You held his face and kissed him harder, trying to match his intensity. When he caught your tongue and sucked on it, you fell apart. You came hard, convulsing in his arms as he leaned back and switched to quick strokes, moaning your name as he reached his high. “Oh, shit. Fuck, baby, fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He leaned against you with a whimper as his body rode the wave, pressing up into you as he stuffed your pussy with cum. Your lips met after a few misses and you laughed through a kiss. The kiss slowly turned to light pecks between shy smiles as he rubbed your thighs. “My back is gonna be so sore in the morning.”

He snorted and kissed you once more before helping you down onto your shaky feet. “That’s not the only thing that’ll be sore. The night is young.”

You playfully swatted his arm as you fixed your panties and skirt. “Ugh. My panties are wet and sticky.”

His arm came around your waist and pulled you against him. “My car’s not that far. We could go back to my place.”

The thought of leaving with him reminded you of what he’d said not too long ago. “…Did you mean it? Or was that just heat of the moment talk?”

He looked into your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since the first night you stayed over.”

“What?! Kyun, that was like the first month into this. There’s no way—” He cut you off with a kiss, this one sweet and tender as if he’d break you with his lips.

“I didn’t say anything because I remembered the rules. It seemed like you were okay with the way things were so I was okay with it. As long as I knew I was the only one you went to, I could live like that.” He looked into your eyes as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before brushing over your hair. “Then suddenly you were gone without an explanation why…and I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Not without a good reason. So, yeah. I meant it. And just in case you don’t believe me, I love you. And I’d love you even without the sex. My heart is yours…so take care of it.” He gave you a shy yet bratty pout.

You blinked and fanned your face, turning away so he couldn’t see. “I’ll do my best. Um, so to your place?”

He threaded your fingers together. “Yup.” He pulled you along towards the street. “We can take a shower, drink some water, then work on getting another noise complaint from my neighbors.”

“What are you gonna do when your landlord finally kicks your ass out?”

He looked at you and smiled. “Look for a place to share with you.”

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hii!! 💕 can u do an evil queen x good king angst/smut? like they argue and it leads to a passionate session

Heyyyy guess who finally got around to writing…

I know this ain’t exactly what you asked for but I just couldn’t resist making it angst that turns to fluff and then smut so I hope you aren’t mad

Anyway I do keep my promises so commissions are coming out as soon as I can

Hope you enjoy!!

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The evil queen had a very very big dilemma.

A dilemma that could potentially ruin her future as the evilest queen in the dimension. But that was just an afterthought really.

Her biggest concern was the reaction of a certain someone she was in all honesty scared to lose.

The dilemma in question was the baby that had taken root in her body. The baby that was the next destined evil queen or king. The baby that would determine if her true love stayed with her.

They’d never really discussed children, of course she knew that one she’d have one to continue their wicked legacy but she didn’t really expect it to happen only months after completing her part in ‘Snow White’.

But here she was now 6 weeks pregnant while she was in the middle of scheming her takeover of the whole of Ever After.

She knew that this whole page could be turned over and rewritten if she just preformed a simple spell to… take care of her dilemma, but she didn’t want to.

As weird as it sounded coming from the evil queen she wanted to keep the baby and she would, even if it was at the cost of her relationship.

The sudden knock at her office door broke her out of her trance. Sighing with a shaky breath as she adjusted her clothes and crown before answering.

“Come in.” The good king entered the room with his usual smile and kind eyes. In his hand was a basket of cherries she’d been craving.

They were rather hard to find but he’d do anything she asked of him. “There you are sweetheart. I was looking everywhere for you.” He leaned down and placed a kiss to her temple as he handed her the basket.

She gave him back a nervous smile as she quickly turned away after taking the basket. Being the ever attentive husband the good king immediately noticed her strange attitude.

She was usually all smirks and murderous glints not nervous smiles and meek eyes. Coming up from behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist while dropping his head on her shoulder.

The evil queen tensed for a second before melting into his soft kisses on her neck. he continued to pamper her neck and shoulders with kisses while massaging her hips.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” As if a bolt turned the evil queen sprung out of his arms and knocked back at her desk.

“Why do you ask nothing is wrong.” He gave her an incredulous look and reached for her again. Only to be met with a ring of purple flames surrounding her.

“Something is clearly very wrong if you are putting a barrier between us.” She knew he was right but she just needed a few seconds to collect her thoughts.

The worst that could happen is that he could flip his pages and leave faster than she could comprehend what was going on and the best is that he would be ecstatic.

But either way she would have to tell him, even against her more than blurry morals line she knew he deserved to know about his child.

Dissipating the flames around her she allowed him to come over to her while wrapping his arms around her waist again.

She didn’t meet his eyes as she took a final shaky breath while whispering “I’m pregnant.” She was so quiet that he nearly didn’t hear her. But he had heard her more clearly than she would have liked.

He froze for what felt like forever after, his eyes transfixed onto her still flat stomach. With every passing second she felt that unfamiliar panic set in further and further.

As she was starting to back away the good king quickly reached out and pulled her into his chest, his arms caging her into his warm embrace as he rested his head in her neck.

They stayed silent and still for while each enjoying each others presence without the worry of anything in the world.

It was times like this that the good king loved best. The privet moments spent with his wife and… well baby now.

The thought seemed to snap him back to reality as seconds later he pulled away just enough to meet her eyes.

“We should talk.” The tone in his voice left no room for argument, although he was sure that if she really wanted she’d do so.

Luckily it seemed she wasn’t as the evil queen took a shuddering breath before releasing a small sigh.

“How far along are you?” She didn’t answer at first, staring into his eyes as the wheels in her head turned. “6 weeks.”

He nodded and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he looked down at her stomach. “And are you happy? Do you… want to keep it?”

A big part of his hoped, no begged she’d say yes that they’d become parents to the fairest child in ever after, despite the Snow White line.

The evil had thought about hard and since ever since she found out. She knew it was really soon that they’d be having a baby but she couldn’t bring it in her dark soul to even consider otherwise.

“If that’s what you also want.” She had to be rational tho, she knew that there would be a chance (albeit a small one) that he’d want to get rid of it.

The good kings face broke out in a beaming smile as he twirled her along while kissing her cheeks, face wherever he could find. There kiss was sweet yet passionate a new found love blossoming in the pages of destiny.

Setting her down, the good king backed them up onto her study as he knocked things out the way while placing her down on the desk.

The evil Queen grinned against his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling his in with the heel of her foot.

She felt a completely new lust ignite within her, no doubt from her crazed hormones. That’s one thing she’d have to thank pregnancy for.

Plunging her tongue in his mouth, the evil queen and good king devoured each piece of skin they could find on each others body.

He was half way through pulling her corset laced dress down when he froze as he felt a warm sort of smoke slither near his abdomen.

He met the eyes of his wife who was smirking with vibrant eyes. She fained an innocent look as she swirled the smoke lower and lower.

The good king took that as invitation as in the next second they were both naked and panting in each others mouths as he moved to sucking at her breasts.

The evil queen bit her lip in a contained moan, her head falling back as she panted. It was the good kings time to smirk as he moved back up to her mouth.

Moving her hand lower, the evil queen tried to focus as she gripped with pointy nails the base of her husbands dick.

He groaned and bucked against her, arms shaking around her as she massaged up and down the length.

His own mouth fell open and his hands gripped the table so tightly he feared it would split. But just as he was about to tip over that edge, she suddenly pulled her hand away.

He gave her a bemused look while she only raised a brow, spreading her legs wider and wider until there was nothing to hide.

The good king gave her a lustful kiss full of fire and passion. His hips positioning in place as he gripped her hips.

He pushed in slowly, a part of him thinking that he’d chase harm to their baby if he was rough. The evil queen seems to notice this as well as the next second she was pushing him with her heels.

“I’m not made of glass. I’m not going to shatter, come on show me how much you need me.” He was apprehensive for a few more seconds but gave in as her walls spasmed around him.

His thrusts were long but slow, pulling nearly out before pushing back in roughly while grinding against her.

The evil queen had to wrap her arm around his neck and her other supporting her weight as he leaned over her so much she was practically laying on the table.

His stroked were the perfect mix of love and lust each passing second riding her need to tipper over the edge of euphoria with the heavy build up of her climax.

The good king seemed to be the same as he panted and propped one of his arms against the wall while the other held her by the hips.

As he hit a particular spot, the evil queen’s vision went blank for a moment as she let out a silent scream in the air.

The good king followed soon after, his sweat rolling down his veins in a way that had the evil queen spasming around him.

Minuets ticked by and they both stayed in pleasureful silence as they both contemplated about the future.

But one thing was for sure, their little baby would undoubtedly be the most well loved.

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I just think that deep down the evil queen could have been the best mum and the good king would totally be like a daddies girl dynamic with Raven

I do wish we saw him in the show and maybe we would have if fucking descendants didn’t decided to happen

Anyway hope you enjoy and as always I’ll try write as fast as possible!!

[theweirdgoodbyes]

never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 1

“Po’, po’ thing,” his granmere would lament from her rocking chair, gazing at him with those same eyes he sees in the mirror, “He already dead.”

His mama would hush her, whispering in a hurried Creole that Merriell can’t quite understand. He thinks Mama doesn’t teach him more so she can say what she wants around him, secret things he’s not old enough to understand at seven years old.

It’s Sunday after church, and everyone has made the walk to Granmere’s house which has long become too small to fit them all. They strip off their nice church shirts and hang them on the hook at the front door, a habit Mama drilled into them by the time they could walk and one of the few times all seven of her boys listened. They then make their way across the house to where Granmere sits in her rocking chair, smile across her ancient face. She sits and rocks, accepts each boy with a kiss on the cheek, a squeeze to their arm or bare belly, a tsk followed by, “Oh, po’ baby. Anna Mae, you ain’t feedin’ my boy.” By the time Merriell reaches her, he can see her expression change. The smiles fades, those pinching fingers stop their search for flesh.

“Oh, baby,” she says, reaching for the cross around her neck. It’s an old thing, as old as her and the dirt below their feet, made of crude wood. She rubs it and shakes her head, “Po’, po’ thing.”

Merriell doesn’t try to hug her anymore, and doesn’t tell anyone how much it bothers him.

Their jobs begin after greetings, shuffled into a boiling hot kitchen with the rest of the cousins, sitting Indian style wherever they can find a spot. Picking beans, chopping the sausage, whatever task Granmere has delegated to her brood takes up the next hour. Mama and the aunties bustle around the kitchen while Daddy and his uncles sit outside and smoke their cigarettes. Merriell liked Sundays for the most part, aside from Granmere’s unrelenting gaze and worried quips. Daddy didn’t drink on Sundays, so he knew the only beating he could get was a sharp rap on the knuckles for sneaking bites from the pot before dinner.

“They talkin’ ‘bout you,” Llewelyn says, a finger slick with the grease from the sausage pointing at him before motioning to Granmere and Mama, “‘bout what you did.” Llewelyn knows more Creole than the rest of them combined, on account of being the oldest, a fact he made sure they all remembered.

Merriell lowers his eyes, focusing on picking out each pea from the pod he’s cracked. He counts as he goes, a habit he’s picked up to keep him calm during these very accusations.

“Mama says it not on me,” he mumbles, the same answer he always gives. Mama says it was God that took Vernon, born minutes after him with Merriell’s umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Mama says God took him straight to Heaven, that he was too good to be on Earth with the rest of them. Merriell always wonders if he was left behind because he wasn’t all that good. He tries to be a good boy, he really does. He listens to Mama better than any of his brothers, and always does his chores without fussing. But he’s not always a good boy. He steals candy from the store by their house, and chases their old fat cat under the porch only to poke at him with a stick while he hisses and yowls. Merriell wonders if God can see him waiting each night for their neighbor Mr. Leconte to come home, sitting on the stoop until he passes by. He always gives Merriell a wink and a wave, something that gets his heart thumping hard. Even at seven, he knows that alone makes him wicked.

Next to him, little Eugene, the only cousin younger than him, pipes up in his soft voice.

“My mama say don’t say that.”

“Your mama ain’t my fuckin’ mama,” Llewelyn spits back, sticking his knife into the next link of sausage. Eugene shrinks back, leaning closer to Merriell. Twelve years younger than Llewelyn’s fifteen, he’d always been scared of the older boy. “We all know it’s true. Ain’t you listen at church? Killin’ a sin. Don’t matter none what Merriell do for the rest of his life; he goin’ to Hell.”

Llewelyn stands with his plate of chopped sausage, handing it off to Auntie Lorraine before exiting the kitchen. He’s about to go stand with Daddy and the uncles, satelliting the outskirts, hoping for an offer of a cigarette and to be included in the menfolk talk.

Merriell keeps staring at his peas, picking away. His mind is far, far away from Granmere’s kitchen. He’s nearly counted to 50 when he feels Eugene’s small hand on his knee. He doesn’t look up.

“I don’t think it, Mer,” Eugene says, barely above a whisper. The threat of Llewelyn coming back, angry at being sent back to the kitchen with the little ones, looms over them. “You’ll be in Heaven with us.”

Merriell doesn’t say anything. He keeps picking his peas, counting, wondering if when he gets to those pearly gates in the sky, they’ll be shut tight.

Omg, hello everyone. This is the first stab at fanfic I’ve take in quite a while. Overall what I post here will be my first drafts, I will likely be posting it at ao3 upon its completion, but please enjoy this humble chapter in the meantime!

[merge-conflict]

and the seconddd

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜ - for a pair of open graves :3

This one was extremely fun to write, thank you <3333 I'm too excited not to post it right away so if there are some spelling/grammar issues I missed I apologize. :3

Edit: Post with prompts here - feel free to send more! ^^

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Johnny Silverhand didn’t get tied down, and if there were handcuffs he was always the one in charge. But if there was one advantage to being reduced to borrowing a new body every week it was that he didn’t really have a reputation to worry about. So it didn’t matter if he let V cuff him to the headboard to have her wicked way, especially since he knew he could count on her to take care of all the work.

Like right now, when she had her mouth wrapped around him, fingers digging into his thighs to keep him from accomplishing anything more than a half inch of freedom. He could maybe admit that there was something to the whole idea besides just throwing V a bone.

“Finally got what you wanted, huh?” he muttered, frustrated by the way she was teasing him with the tip of her tongue. “Having total fucking control.”

There was a glint in her eye that meant he’d stepped in one of her stupid pedantic traps, and he instantly regretted opening his mouth. Answering him meant stopping what she was doing, which she did with an awful smile, leaving him entirely untouched as she instead leaned in to kiss him. She took her sweet time settling in, spreading his legs a little wider as she put her weight down onto her elbows.

“And what do you want?” she asked, in the voice she used exclusively for headfuckery.

“What, ain’t it obvious?” He ground his hips against her. “Did you get hit in the head? Forget how this works?”

She rested her forehead against his. “Am I supposed to guess? What if what you want is to stay here like this while I go find someone else to fuck in front of you?”

“Do I get to pick who?” He asked, and then tried to stop her from moving before he remembered the cuffs. She was halfway off the bed before he could think of what to do. “Hey, it’s a joke!”

She paused, one hand still on the bed. Mercifully she wasn’t in one of her moods, although he didn’t like the faintly smug corpo bitch smile she had either. “What do you want, Johnny?”

“This some kind of game?”

“No.”

“Jesus, V–“ He pulled at the cuffs again, but she’d been so annoying about the promise to let him out whenever he wanted that he wasn’t going to let her hold that over him. And she was still looking at him like she wanted to get her hands back on him, so– “You know what I want, so why are you asking?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” He relaxed as she sat back down where he could hook his ankle around one of her knees. “That I want to fuck? Feels like you already got that memo, did you tie me down just to talk at me?”

V was on him in a heartbeat, like he’d known she would be, and if she still wasn’t really touching him at least he had the pressure of her hips. She also had her chrome hand around his throat, with just enough weight to make it hard to swallow. Her voice was low and soft. “I wanted to hear you say it.”

His cock twitched, involuntarily, and she looked so smug he could only just imagine how satisfying it would be to flip her over on her back and show her exactly what she wanted. “What I want is to see you riding my cock.”

“Are you sure?” She tilted her head.

“Pretty fucking sure, yeah.”

“Convince me,” she said, and then smiled in a way that got his heart pumping, like he’d got caught out in the open with someone holding a gun on him. Before he could recover she had her hand back down in between them, provoking him with the barest amount of attention.

“Fucking–“ His voice cut out under the brief press of her hand on his windpipe, and then in a sputter of frustration as she picked up the pace of her other hand. She was touching him so lightly it was like nothing at all, but the tempo was starting to unravel him anyway. “Christ, what do you want me to say? Fuck–“ There was the pressure again, that left him gasping a little, desperate for him to just fucking touch him. “You want me to say please?”

“I want to know what you want.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned, half curse half demand. “Please. Pretty please. Pretty fucking please with–“

He forgot whatever it was he had been about to say the moment he felt her shifting her weight, straddling one of his legs. She pressed her clit up against the head of his cock, rubbing gently against him until he found the angle to grind up against her, using her hand as a guide. Her mouth fell a little open, and he finally had the satisfaction of seeing her losing a bit of control. For a few moments he had her paralyzed just with that, a little friction he sorely wished he could feel in stereo.

“Fuck, V.”

She smiled again– this one genuine and a little embarrassed, which changed as she shifted again to line herself up to sink down on top of him. Somehow she managed to glide all the way down in one motion until he could feel the wet heat hit the base of his cock. He leaned his head back to savor the moment without having to look at her expression, and V released her grip on his throat, fingers tracing delicately along his neck and collarbone, responding to the grind of his hips with a clench strong enough to make his toes curl.

And finally, she walked back down on her elbows, mouth covering his as she started to move her hips in time with his own. “You know Johnny, I think begging is a good look for you.”

He exhaled into her mouth, kissing her softly. “Don’t get used to it.”

[loftylockjaw]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Harborside PARTIES: Wyatt (@loftylockjaw) & Caleb (@dirtwatchman) SUMMARY: A demonic bird attempts to kidnap Wyatt while he's on the phone with Caleb immediately following the fight with Xóchitl. Wyatt is super normal about it, but the zombie quickly comes to his rescue. CONTENT WARNINGS: n/a

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Wyatt had barely gotten over the bridge from the isle to the mainland when he had to pull over, realizing he was driving recklessly and not wanting to force Caleb, who he was now on the phone with, to listen to him die after getting himself into a car accident. He got out of the vehicle and began to march aimlessly through the streets in the hopes that he could walk off this frustration, still with his phone pressed to his ear. He’d called Caleb shortly after leaving, asking if he was busy. The man had said no, and Wyatt asked if they could talk for a few minutes while he got his head on straight. Of course Caleb asked what was wrong, and as he tried to figure out how to answer that, Wyatt bumped into another person on the sidewalk coming in the opposite direction. He held up a hand in apology, probably still looking pissed anyway, and sighed, then spoke in a low voice that hopefully wouldn’t be overheard. “I uh… well, I decided to tell someone important to me that I ain’t human. She didn’t take it well. Kicked me out.”

The streets weren’t exactly busy, but they weren’t devoid of other people either. But as he walked and talked, he started to notice less and less foot traffic. Thinking nothing of it, Wyatt wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings until the light overhead suddenly went out. The shifter stopped, lifting his gaze up to the lamppost. The bulb flickered, then stayed dark. Weird timing, but not a weird phenomenon. 

Then another one flickered and went out. Then another, and another. Soon, the whole street was dark. Wyatt realized he’d gotten farther out of the town center than he’d meant to, and a sense of fear started to creep up his spine. “Hey, uh… huh. That’s weird. All the lights on this street just went out.” He stood still, half listening for Caleb’s response, and half listening for… something else. He didn’t know what. 

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It was immediately clear that Wyatt wasn’t okay as soon as Caleb had heard his voice come through the phone. He’d closed the book that Father Liam had given him, taken his glasses off to rub at his eyes, and proceeded to lean back against his headboard to listen. He needed to do that more…wanted to do that more, and Wyatt hadn’t said much since their last talk so he knew this had to be pretty important. Sighing softly at the words, he shook his head even though the other couldn’t see him. “I’m sorry. I’m sure she’ll come around once the shock has worn off. She probably just needs a minute to process it all.” He hoped. From his experience though that wasn’t a guarantee. 

The other had gone quiet though, Caleb’s brows furrowing at the silence that met his words. “Wyatt?” The lamia’s voice finally cut through his panic but the response didn’t do much to quiet the fear that something was wrong. Was it unusual for the lights in Wicked’s Rest to do such a thing and if it was what could cause it? There were…so many things that could. “Wyatt, are you okay? Are you able to see anything at all?” 

The book was tossed to the other side of the bed without any care, Caleb’s full attention now on this phone call. He didn’t like the sound of what was going on or the hint of fear that had slid into the man’s voice, the zombie wishing that Wyatt would just say something. The panic that had subsided was coming back in full force, gripping his chest with a vice hold. “Maybe you should turn around…”

—

The alleyway to his right was pitch black and seemed to be yawning even wider as he let his eyes settle on it. Did he see something? What was that? “There’s… somethin’ in the alley…” he muttered, taking a step toward it. Wait, toward it? Why was he walking toward it? 

The lights flickered back on and for a brief second, he saw it. He saw a creature, larger than he was, standing on two legs. It was covered in feathers and long, white bones jutted out of its spine. Its arms were wings, with hands like a bat that sported long, terrifying claws. A huge, thin beak parted to reveal teeth and a writhing mass of something in its throat. Wyatt’s grip on the phone tightened, and terror froze him on the spot as he was again bathed in darkness. “No, no, no. This ain’t real.” He choked out the words as his heart tried to claw its way out of his throat. “I think I’m asleep, Caleb. I’m — I —” The shadows moved and the inky black monster slipped through the alley toward him, silent in spite of its size. He couldn’t move, why the fuck couldn’t he move? He hadn’t even dropped the phone yet, the fear of facing this alone keeping the device pressed firmly to his ear. Then again, it didn’t matter if he was dreaming, but —

The monster lurched out of the alley, beak open and the writhing mass in its throat unfurling and reaching for him. Arms. It was arms, with hands and fingers that clutched at his clothing as the monster pressed itself closer. On the off chance that this was real, he at least wanted Caleb to be able to find his body. If this thing didn’t fucking eat him, that is. “Preacher and Kingspine,” he hissed into the receiver, hoping that the nearby intersection would be enough to go off of and finally releasing his grip on the phone, letting it clatter to the pavement. The monster was upon him, and he could feel the slick, slimy grip of those hands as they wrestled for control over him. His eyes squinted closed and he willed himself to wake up, or at least shift so he could give this thing a run for its money. But neither of those things was happening, and instead he was left feeling far too human and vulnerable, and it wrenched a terrified scream from him as the demonic bird sank its talons into his flesh and started to flap those massive wings in an attempt to fly away with him.

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“Okay, yea, you should turn around.” Caleb was already out of his bed, moving towards the kitchen to grab the keys to his truck. This wasn’t good. He’d never heard fear like this in Wyatt’s voice, hell he wasn’t even sure he’d ever heard fear in Wyatt’s voice before. His feet stopped moving with the words, eyes widening once he realized what was going on. “Wyatt, listen to me, it’s real. Whatever it is, it’s real and I need you to shift so you can fight it. Please shift!” But he was only met with heavy breathing on the other end of the line. For a few terrifying seconds Caleb waited to hear the growl of the gator or even the sounds of a fight being had in the background but all that came was the name of an intersection.

His truck was tearing out of his driveway only moments later, trusty shovel in the back with a few other things he just barely managed to grab. There was no telling what he was about to go up against but he was certain that he needed something or his ass would be handed to him, zombie or not. 

The truck skidded to a stop as soon as Caleb saw the right intersection, his eyes scanning the area. It really was too dark, too empty. He got out, trying to keep an eye out for whatever could have been behind Wyatt’s panic while pulling his phone out and dialing the man’s number. “C’mon, Wyatt, where are you?” Careful not to be too loud in case whatever monster this turned out to be was still out there, he grabbed the first thing his fingers brushed over in the back of his truck; the shovel that he was suddenly glad he had the brain power to grab. 

“Wyatt!” He raised his voice that time, the faint sound of his phone ringing cutting off as the voicemail picked up. It had to be close if Caleb could hear it but nothing was in his line of his sight until his foot stepped on a hard mound on the ground. Wyatt’s phone was sitting face up on the pavement under his foot and the sight of it sent a sharp current of fear through him again. “Wyatt!” The name tore through the darkness, eliciting some sort of shriek coming from the opposite way that Caleb had manically driven. 

Well, that wasn’t good.

But it didn’t stop him from moving towards it. His feet carried him towards the next street, Caleb only stopping to do a double take when he spotted something moving down an alleyway. It turned at the sound of his footsteps, causing that fear to grip the inside of his chest again. “Holy shit…” No wonder the other man was terrified. Of course it had to be a bird thing but more than that it looked…and felt a little familiar. It was like there was some sort of magnetic pull towards it even with the many arms contorting out of its beak and the clear way that thing wasn’t at all friendly. Despite that pull he took off running towards the screech he’d just heard, hoping that the other thing was not following him. 

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The terror was overpowering. This was exactly like one of his nightmares: a feathered beast of a bird coming to tear him apart, puppeteered by that fucking mare. Teeth and talons and sharp, gnawed-on fingernails grasping at him and digging into his skin, drawing blood that ran in small streams down his arms. But it hurt. Usually, the dreams didn't hurt. If they did, it was only for a moment before he would wake in a panic, but he wasn't waking up now. He couldn't. Was this her again? Was she somehow able to shift her form? Was she able to make it hurt, and she'd only been holding back before? Was this retribution? 

He felt his feet leave the ground, the heavy wing beats of the creature drowning out every other sound. His panic rose, hands grasping at the bird's throat. Fingers that were too human disappeared beneath the thick coat of feathers, but they were coarse and wet. Slicked with something that felt sludgy against his palms as he searched for the beast's airway. Talons dug deeper into his shoulder, the other foot releasing its grip as the thing let out a loud shriek. It reached for Wyatt again, this time snatching him up by the thigh, burying its claws in deep. The shifter dangled from its grip at an awkward angle, twisting and writhing violently as they gained altitude. Giving up on reaching its throat, Wyatt instead went after one of the arms that spilled from its beak, immediately losing his grip as his hands slipped right over its wrist. With a terrified and frustrated yowl, the lamia tried again, trying to dig in with his own nails, begging himself to shift. Still fucking nothing. His anger was growing to mix with the fear, but he managed to hold on, and with every ounce of strength he had, he yanked down hard. 

The arm ripped free from the monster's throat and it screeched again, releasing Wyatt and letting him drop to the ground. As he fell, he realized that this could kill him. He was high enough that odds were, it was going to shatter something important. 

Finally, his body responded to his commands. Just before he hit the ground, skin turned to scales. It was still a sickening crunch that resonated through the air as he collided with the cobblestone of the footpath that cut from one street to the next, and the lamia was still. His clothing hung loosely around his much larger, natural frame, chest rising and falling as those yellow eyes stared blankly into the sky, breath rattling out from between parted jaws.

The bird creature shrieked a third and final time, then dived toward its fallen prey. Despite now being smaller than the thing it was trying to carry off, the creature continued to attempt to pick Wyatt up off the ground, flapping furiously over the top of him as it struggled to get a grip through his tough scales. The gator didn't even seem to register this, dazed and confused as the world swam around him. 

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Well, the thing was following him now. He should have seen that coming, right? It was rushing up behind him at full speed when Caleb turned the corner at the end of the street, still following the screeching he was hearing. He almost let whatever this thing was slam into the back of him when he spotted Wyatt up ahead as reptilian and big as ever. Instead of fighting his own bird thing though he was just laying there letting it peck at his tough skin. The zombie didn’t have a lot of time to take in the scene before his own bird used its talons to slam Caleb into the brick wall behind him. The sharp ends were digging into his pale skin, the thing preparing to grab him with all of those extra hands, but the shovel came up and connected with the beak. It lurched sideways, his own yell filling the air as his skin ripped with the movement but he was able to break away from it.

Caleb ran towards Wyatt again. He wasn’t sure if the thing was following behind him or not but his focus was mostly on getting the other bird away from the lamia. The shovel connected again, the bird that was trying to pick Wyatt up screeching while it was knocked away and turned his extra hands towards Caleb. “Wyatt! You’re not asleep, okay? You have to snap out of it!”

One good thing about being wounded? He could feel the extra strength rolling into him. Or was that a bad thing? This meant he needed to eat, the animal brains he’d been living on not doing much for him. It might have been good to be able to get these creatures away from them but so many things could go wrong as well. Two bird creatures now had their focus on him…it was inevitable what was going to happen. But it didn’t have to be bad if he could lead them away from the frozen lamia. At least not bad for Wyatt anyway. All of his extra strength went into his next swing, the shovel connecting with the bird in front of him just before the one behind him wrapped a few of its hands around his shoulders and started to drag him back. Back was good. Back meant getting farther from the other man. 

The one in front recovered quickly, moving toward him. The shovel was swung blindly but the side blade of it sank deep into the bird’s side, tearing its flesh open with another wail filling the air. The bird behind him yanked him back and effectively wrenched the shovel’s handle out of Caleb’s hand with the other end stuck inside of the first creature. So much for getting them both away from the dazed man next to them. Now that the zombie was occupied and weaponless, the bird in front of him was going towards the gator again.  “Wyatt!”

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The screeches of the creature that was trying to dig its claws into him and lift him back into the air sounded like they were coming from underwater. There was a loud ringing in his head, his whole body aching from the impact. His vision was still blurry, head rocking slowly from side to side as he fought to stay awake — then he heard it. Another voice, one that was screaming his name. Caleb had made it, he’d come. Get up. Wyatt let out a hiss of pain, squinting his eyes shut again when he saw the blurry form of Caleb arrive in his peripheral vision and hit the bird atop him with something hard. 

You’re not asleep! No, probably not. This hurt too much to be a dream, even a nightmare. 

There was more animalistic shrieking, and the sound of Caleb screaming his name again. Wyatt groaned, opening his eyes and deciding that slow, steady movements were not going to be the thing to get him back on his feet again. He thrashed wildly, twisting himself to get his arms and legs back underneath him. A wide, unfocused gaze was set on the creature ambling toward him now with a shovel stuck in its side, and if he hadn’t felt absolutely sick with fear, he might’ve laughed. It came closer, beak open wide so those sharp teeth and arms could get a grip on him once more, but Wyatt was bigger. Stronger. He pushed through the terror that wanted to paralyze him again, knowing that Caleb was in trouble and needed his help. Finding that anger and clinging to it, the lamia ducked his head and leapt forward, barrelling into the bird monster and knocking it to the ground. His head snapped quickly to the side and his jaws came down on the thing’s neck, clamping down with an incredible amount of pressure that locked the monster in place. From there, it was a simple matter of shaking the thing around violently until he heard enough bones snapping that he was satisfied dropping it back to the ground. It did not get up again, and his attention swiveled to the second monster, and Caleb. 

It was trying to drag Caleb away. Take him somewhere. Probably to wherever they’d been trying to take Wyatt. Still panicked, the gator scrambled forward with his heart feeling like it was fit to burst out of his chest. He didn’t want to hurt Caleb, but he needed to keep that thing from getting airborne. With another frightened hiss, the lamia bit at one of the beast’s thin legs, careful to not catch Caleb in his jaws. He pulled them both backward then lowered himself to the cobblestone, wrenching his head back to bring the creature within reach of his clawed hands. He was attempting to slowly drag the smaller monster to him, trying to give Caleb time to get away from it before he would coil himself around it and rake open its belly with his hind claws.

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There was nothing like seeing him in action. The world started to move in slow motion as Wyatt finally came out of his trance, Caleb watching wide eyed and grinning. He went for the other bird, the zombie transfixed on every movement, pride for Wyatt’s ability to overcome that paralyzing fear swelling. Well, until the bird behind him stuck its beak inside of a wound its talons had already made. The world sped up again, a sharp intake of air filling his dead lungs while the bird tore more of his flesh in an attempt to drag him further away. His elbow shot up and behind him out of instinct, the bone connecting with the beak with more strength than he should have been able to possess. That wasn’t good. 

He didn’t have time to think about it though. He felt his body being pulled back along with the birds, his eyes finding Wyatt while the gator did everything he could not to even graze Caleb with his teeth. He was yanked back again, the bird refusing to let him go even though sharp teeth were now digging into its flesh, but Caleb wrenched his body out of the creature's grasp. It did take a little bit more of his own flesh with it, something that went unnoticed. He couldn’t even feel it now. 

Telling Wyatt to walk away was on the tip of his tongue. The zombie knew he could handle it now and he wanted the other man far away in case he lost control completely but there was something stopping him. Maybe Wyatt needed this. Taking out the birds, knowing he could, that had to be worth something, right? He was actually fighting now instead of giving in to that catatonic state. A choice. A choice seemed like the best way to go. “I can do it if you need me to.” Caleb noticed his voice was raspier than usual, the effort to stay human affecting him more than he realized. He should have thought about bringing a brain. Did these bastards have one?

—

Caleb got away, and Wyatt dragged the creature kicking and screeching toward him, using his own weight to hold it in place, partially smothering it as he climbed on top of it. It couldn’t push him off as it thrashed violently beneath him, trapped while the pair of them exchanged glances and tried to decide who should take care of it. Caleb offered, and Wyatt considered it for a moment. He still felt… wrong. He still wasn’t himself, despite having ragdolled the other bird to death. Normally he’d be excited about such a random, violent encounter — he’d revel in the opportunity to rip something apart, especially if it was to protect someone he cared for. But Caleb had come here to protect him. Caleb had pulled him out of his state of shock, and now Caleb offered to take care of the rest of the problem if Wyatt didn’t feel up to it. 

It was strange, feeling torn like this. Part of him wanted nothing more than to hide. He wanted to get away from these fucking monsters, he wanted to find some place quiet where he could work through this panic attack without having to stare his feathered phobia dead in its beady little fucking eyes. But the other part of him did want to rip it apart, even though it was no longer an immediate threat like the first one had been. He wanted to paint the cobblestones with its blood, he wanted to eviscerate it and prove to himself again that he could fight back. He could and he did. But his heart was beating so fast, so hard, and there was a ringing in his ears that was deafening and persistent. The world felt wrong, it felt foreign and like it might swallow him up at any moment. He might close his eyes and open them again only to find himself in his room, shredding his bedding again. Maybe he’d just gone home after that disaster of an evening with Xóchitl and Mateo. Maybe he’d gotten drunk and passed out so he didn’t have to think about it anymore, and maybe this was his reward. 

Or maybe he was awake, and he could just kill this thing and get some kind of satisfaction out of it. Maybe. 

The bird thrashed harder and screeched louder, and Wyatt’s gaze held Caleb’s for a moment longer before he silently shook his head. His attention fell to the wounds the zombie had sustained, already repairing themselves from that impressive healing ability he possessed. His head turned, looking at the still corpse of the other bird. If Caleb needed food, if any organs would do, there was a pile of them over there just waiting to be sampled. But this… this thing underneath him needed to be destroyed. Quickly. Without putting Caleb in harm’s way again. 

The lamia clung to it, rolling onto his side and bringing his legs up between them while his arms held the creature fast. Its talons scraped uselessly over his scales, cries growing louder and more desperate as Wyatt sank his hind claws into its belly and kicked his feet downward, shredding it from rib cage to pelvis. And once he got going, with nothing else to distract him, he poured his fears out onto the street like the blood that gushed from the creature’s gut. He bit at it, partially out of anger and partially to muffle his own thunderous bellow. He thought of Inge, of the time he’d seen her on the street. He felt now like he had then — he’d wanted so badly to spill her guts onto the sidewalk, but he’d been stopped. His fury and fear had overwhelmed him, and he’d had no place to put it. 

Now he did. Now there was no one to stop him. It was not this creature’s fault that he could not sleep, that he spent his waking hours in a daze, that he so often felt like he was losing his mind, but… but it was, in a way. It was to him. He’d let Inge get away from him a second time, and that failure tormented him more than he cared to admit, so this was his outlet. This was his way of getting back at her, even though it had nothing to do with her. He ripped the beast open like he wanted to rip her open. He tore at its throat, sliced through muscle and tendon with tooth and claw, knowing that it had died long before he had worked out his aggression and not caring. And, when he finally came back to himself, when the panic finally started to abate, he stumbled away from it. Several paces to the west, where he then collapsed, shivering and just trying to focus on the sound of the crickets that followed in the absence of shrieks and snarls and yowls.

—

He saw the subtle shake of Wyatt’s head, understanding what he was trying to say. He would take care of it. Whether that was because he was still trying to protect Caleb or he needed to do it for himself the zombie wasn’t sure but either way he took a step back, his body pressed against the wall behind him, willing to give the other man what he needed. Then he watched Wyatt look towards the corpse of the one he’d already killed and allowed his eyes to follow that gaze. As disgusting as it would be in the long run it was the best option for both of them. Caleb could stick with his current diet while easing the growing need inside of him and at the same time he could keep himself from going after the other man as well. Besides, he was growing less picky by the second.

Still, he found himself staying in place while Wyatt tore into the other bird. Every ounce of anger occupying that man was fueling him, his rage turning this thing into something almost unrecognizable. Caleb couldn’t blame him at all, especially after seeing how paralyzing his fear had been. He’d been told it was bad but it was something else entirely to see it. It made him ache for the lamia. 

As his body healed itself though he knew he had to pull himself away from this scene before he’d lost his mind in the wake of his physical healing. Not as begrudgingly as he wanted to feel, he felt his knees hit the pavement not long after he peeled himself off the wall, his meal half consumed by the time he realized what he was truly doing. He thought human fingers were bad but once the haze in his mind had lifted slightly this had become so much worse. 

By the time his meal was done Wyatt was sitting farther away from the bird creature he’d just completely destroyed, that dazed look a permanent fixture on his face. Sated but not happy with what he’d had to do, he made his way to the other’s side and sank down on the pavement next to him. Caleb wasn’t close enough to touch but not far enough away for them to not feel each other’s presence. He didn’t say anything, there was really nothing to say anyway, but he moved his hand to hover near Wyatt’s claw. There were no words, no, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be there for him in a different way. He would sit there all night with him if that’s what he wanted to do. He would make sure nothing else came their way. He would abandon his truck in the middle of a deserted street. He would endure the silence that had settled between them. Because none of it mattered. The only thing that did was giving Wyatt time to process it all. 

[theycallme-thejackal]

#3

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed. There ain't nothing in this world for free.

"You've had a show every night this week," Joel points out.

"No rest for the wicked," Midge replies, holding the phone to her ear as she swipes on some mascara. "And I know Mei is ready to give birth any day now, but Zelda's visiting family, and Mama's in Connecticut until Monday."

"Your new boyfriend can't watch them?" Joel asks, obviously prying for more information.

"He hasn't met them yet," she replies, rolling her eyes. "I told you that I won't introduce the kids to him until you've met, and there hasn't been time."

"And that's my fault?"

"Putting words in my mouth, Joel," she sighs as she picks up her lipstick. "I'm not blaming anyone for the fact that my ex-husband and my boyfriend haven't met yet. Except maybe Susie. When I told her I would take more gigs, I didn't expect her to have me booked every night until March."

"You're booked every night until March?" Joel asks, his voice rising in pitch.

"Hyperbole, Joel," she drawls before swiping red onto her lips. "I promise I will pick up the kids tomorrow, and I will see if he can come with me when I play the Button on Thursday, okay?"

"Fine."

"And you will be nice to him," she adds threateningly.

"I'm always nice."

She bites her tongue instead of responding. She doesn't have time to argue with Joel's delusions right now. "Okay. I have to go. I will see you in the morning to get the kids."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye," she answers. She goes to the kitchen, hanging up before returning to the bathroom. Lenny comes in a few moments later, reaching past her for his tin of hair gel. He presses a quick kiss to her cheek. "Any chance you can come to my show on Thursday?" She asks.

He considers for a moment. "Yeah, I'm free. A date night sounds fun. Especially since you've been working like a maniac lately."

"Well, I didn't want to break your heart," she reasons before blotting her lips with a tissue.

He wipes off his hands with a towel and grins. "I appreciate that."

"But...it's not exactly a date night," she admits, turning to face him.

He arches a brow. "No?"

"It's...Joel wants to meet you," she explains.

"He wants to meet Lenny Bruce or he wants to meet your boyfriend?"

"He wants to meet my boyfriend," she answers.

Lenny takes a deep breath. "Well, I guess that's part of the deal," he concedes, resting his hands on the counter on either side of her. "It's going to give you some great material for your act, I'm sure."

"Oh, yeah." She slips her arms around his shoulders, her hands dangling behind his neck. "Odds are fifty-fifty he'll either try to punch you or kiss you."

He chuckles. "Then I'll be sure to bring some mouthwash," he answers, giving her a quick kiss as she giggles.

[valkblue]

❓: Food scene.

Hello, Anon! 🥰 And thank you for asking one of the important questions. What about food!?

And in fact, it's going to be quite a challenge to answer this one because I'll have to pick one from all the scenes where food is involved in my stories.

I think I have one in mind, though...

Send me ❓ + topic for a random [topic] scene from one of my works.

Vivian shook herself, focusing back on the cook who was sprinkling a bit of coarse salt on his veggies; he rubbed his palms against one another over the dish and Vivian straightened up a little, recovering a bit of air and clarity as she stretched her shoudlers backwards.

"And that, what is it?"

She cleared her throat, chasing the last tingles of tears that she had repressed to point at the contents of the bowl.

"Es jalapeño."

"Jala… peño?" she repeated. "What is it exactly?"

The cook nodded.

"Sí," he replied. "Puedes comerlo…"

And he said a lot more but Vivian didn’t understand much of it; he had spoken too fast, turning his back to her to go stir what was simmering in the pot on the stove…

Nevertheless, she got the general idea; she could pick from the bowl, this time again.

"I’m not sure about the rest but I got that I can taste… Puedo comer, right?"

The cook nodded again, without looking away from his stoves and Vivian picked from the bowl with a shrug.

"He said you can go ahead if you ain’t afraid for it to burn a mite," uttered a voice next to the door behind her, a laid-back drawl with a playful lilt — Lawrence’s voice.

"Oh…"

Vivian turned to see him come closer and sit in front of her at the table, putting his hat down on the bench.

"A mite, like 'a lot'?"

He furthered her with a smirk and she threw the slice in her mouth with no hesitation. At first, no problem… But after one bite or two, she got the warning; it wasn’t wicked strong but it was kinda itchy at the back of the throat, stinging at every spot it had touched, and even brought tears to the eyes. Surely one had to be used to eat that. And Vivian clearly wasn’t used to eat spicy food. That being said, it was still tasty, like a bell pepper… but in a mean bell pepper kind of way.

Vivian felt herself wince when she avoided Lawrence’s stare. He scoffed before grabbing the pitcher and pouring water in her cup.

"Mmh," she grumbled, as if to clear her throat. "Thanks…"

She washed it down with a slow gulp.

[ngnwnchstr-arch]

@tobeblamed   sent         :               ＂         where   have   you   been?         ＂

＂         UH   OH         .   .   .         EXCUSE   THE   FUCK   OUTTA   ME!            ―            did   i   miss   my   curfew   again?         ＂               and,      of   course,      he   can’t   just   give   a   simple   answer.         it   has   to   instead   come   with   a   𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚘𝚏   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜;         hand   rolling      &      body   bending   forward   in   a   curtsy,      as   if   addressing   royalty   rather   than   family.         back   straightens   up   quickly   though,         teeth   bared   in   𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤   -   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧   to   show   negan   is   well   aware   what   an   irritant   he’s   purposely   being.               ＂         what   can   i   say,      deano?         i’m   a   popular   as   shit   guy.         i’ve   got   a   lot   of   places   to   be.         ＂               it’s   not   as   if   he   needs   to   elaborate.         blood   -   stained   bat   lands   on   table   with   an   almighty   THUD   moments   later,      making   it   clear   exactly   where   he’s   been         .   .   .         𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.         ain’t   no   rest   for   the   wicked      &      boy,      negan   sure   embraces   that   more   each   passing   day.               ＂         lotta   assholes   to   kill.         ＂

𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒   𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.               (      still   accepting!      )

[punkscowardschampions]

Roses pt.1

Rio: I got home safe, thanks for jumping in when you did, that was really awkward but it would’ve been way worse if you hadn’t of been there so yeah, thank you 🥲

Moses: No rest for the wicked or bother to me

Rio: Of course but as you were just trying to enjoy a pint after work, I appreciate it

Moses: You was just trying to pull ‘em for your work

Rio: Sure he should’ve headed home before his last but we’ve all been there, right

Moses: I’ve never been an embarrassment myself

Rio: You’ve a better handle on your liquor then

Moses: True enough

Rio: I’m used to it, I’m all good, promise

Moses: You’re [him getting her age slightly wrong because he’s that bitch, only off by a year or something but we see you making her older]

Rio: You’ve forgotten when my birthday is, I’ll not expect a card then 😜

Moses: Nah it’s [him being like a week out on the date or something, god bless]

Rio: In the ballpark is not bad, honestly, I’ll take it

Rio: when people try to lump it in with Christmas is where I’ve got to put my foot down

Moses: I remember you born by Christmas, your mammy had you dressed up to be shown off

Rio: 🥺 Bless her, that’s so sweet

Moses: Be where you’ve taken your love of the pub from

Rio: I just think it’s cosy, like home, don’t you?

Rio: most of my best memories are in a pub

Moses: S’my home away, sure

Moses: I’ve made grand memories there

Rio: I bet

Moses: Changed man as I am now, ‘course

Rio: Oh, I see

Rio: 😇s all round

Moses: What being a daddy does

Rio: Awh, Edies very lucky to have you

Moses: I’m lucky

Moses: keeping my little girl happy’s what I’m to do

Rio: Stop it, you’re too adorable

Rio: I think she’s doing better, you know, after the Una bombshell

Moses: She’ll look after us when I’m an elder, give back some of what I put in, duty goes both ways

Moses: ‘til then she knows where I am as a guiding hand and that I can provide all she needs

Rio: ‘Course

Rio: but you’re a ways off needing to worry about being old

Moses: I am

Moses: the future don’t exist to worry over when time’s to be enjoyed, cross that bridge when

Rio: I totally agree

Rio: spend too long worrying or thinking about the then you’ll ruin the now

Moses: I hear you spend more than a fair share of your sundays in church, nothing’ll ruin the now faster, you know

Rio: 🙃 Have my nan to thank for that reputation

Rio: though must be my fault if that’s ALL that’s being said 

Rio: you’re not a fan then?

Moses: All I’ve taken as gospel far as your rep goes

Moses: innocence is an asset over a fault for a girl

Rio: You know how it is, people talk more than is good for their health

Rio: You weren’t worried about protecting your soul before you were a changed man, I get it

Moses: People are after anything to blame for having their head turned than themselves, they’re the ones bored but you’re who’s looking for attention and acting up

Rio: Seriously!

Rio: You understand

Rio: there is a good bit in the bible about that though, if you’re ever tempted to read up

Moses: My name was found from it, what else would I have need of?

Moses: if there’s a God, he made us like this

Rio: That’s true

Rio: it’s a good name, suits you

Moses: Does it?

Rio: Yeah, I think so

Rio: He was a leader

Moses: A follower ain’t me

Rio: I feel like I already knew that

Rio: you’ve always done your own thing, like mama does

Moses: Your sister wouldn’t be here if I answered to anyone, a strong man does the telling

Rio: Thank God she is

Rio: life wouldn’t be the same else

Moses: She’s the meaning of mine, it’s built around her

Moses: I’d be lost

Rio: 🥺

Rio: I hope I find someone like that, when the time comes

Moses: You’ve years to find whatever you want

Rio: Thank God for that too, no easy task

Moses: But still not as hard as others would have you believe or make it look

Rio: No?

Moses: Wait and see

Rio: Men can’t be any more disappointing than boys, I suppose

Moses: When you stop playing with little boys you’ll get your chance of finding out how proper men behave

Rio: I’m sworn off them all for the time being, don’t worry

Moses: Yeah right

Rio: Hey! I’m deadly serious I’ll have you know

Moses: You feel you are

Rio: It’s about feelings

Moses: Who hurt you?

Rio: God, I don’t want to be that sort of bartender

Rio: meant to be the other way around, if it’s anything

Moses: Abstinence ain’t a cure, understand?

Moses: you can trust us on that, if anything

Rio: I’m open to any and all advice

Rio: you’ve more experience than I do 

Moses: You can’t stop yourself being who you’re meant to

Moses: and you’re somebody with love to put somewhere, probably cos you weren’t born from it

Rio: I wasn’t not born from it though

Rio: I mean, it’s not hate

Moses: No, your mammy wanted you

Moses: I did too

Rio: I know

Rio: you must’ve really cared about her, to be there for her like that

Moses: I was at my happiest then caring for yous

Rio: It would’ve been a really tough time for her if not for you

Moses: Yeah

Rio: Sorry, I know it’s sort of awkward now

Rio: I just meant I appreciate it

Moses: Not between us, only your mammy’s to blame for her carry on

Moses: we’ve no bad blood yet

Rio: Yet?

Rio: I shan’t aim to spill any drinks down you or mess up your order

Moses: Oh, will you forgive my tab?

Rio: Well, now 😅

Rio: Not after getting into trouble myself just yet

Moses: I’ve shown you I handle trouble instead of bring it, haven’t I

Rio: If that’s your tab then yeah, you’re in the +s

Moses: Tell me should he cause more to you

Moses: same goes for whoever else is in

Rio: I’m sure there’ll be no more bother

Rio: but I will, if they are

Moses: There won’t be, they’ve been warned what’ll happen

Rio: I hope you aren’t fuming I’m there

Moses: Maybe I like having you

Moses: now you’re grown we don’t see enough of each other

Rio: No, that is a shame

Rio: if you are ever bored, perhaps you’ll think of coming over for a chat with me

Moses: Say I’m forever bored, where do you reckon my daughter gets hers from

Rio: I’ve never understood how a girl who can do so much can say she’s bored 

Rio: she blows my mind, honestly

Moses: And mine, we made her too smart

Moses: but I made her so’s she dunno how to be still, that’s on only me

Rio: Not necessarily a bad thing

Rio: I think she might move ‘round though, when she’s old enough

Rio: it’s in her blood

Moses: Her grandaddy can’t stay nowhere, neither can I long

Moses: our blood’s restless, like

Rio: I think so

Rio: there are lots of places I’d like to go but I’d get lonely going it alone

Moses: I’ve got my experience of that

Rio: Are you now?

Rio: God, you don’t have to answer that, I’m not prying I’m just after advice again

Moses: If you’re of a mind to keeping my loneliness our secret, your sister’s heart would be broke hearing I am

Rio: I’ll not repeat anything, I swear

Rio: though I’m sure I could find enough subtlety to encourage her to visit you more, if you’d like

Moses: I would

Rio: Leave it with me ✨

Moses: Score’ll be even, both doing a good deed for each other

Rio: I like the sound of that

Moses: You don’t like owing us

Rio: I just feel bad causing problems for you to solve

Moses: I’d feel worse leaving you to handle ones you can’t

Rio: I know, you’re far too decent to just leave me to it

Moses: I’ve too much knowing of men who don’t have it in them to be decent, away on jobs

Rio: Can only imagine 😥

Moses: Work don’t really drive the devil out, least never so’s I’ve saw

Rio: Scary

Rio: I’m glad you can handle yourself, so I’ve not to worry for you

Moses: Am I taking that to mean you’ve worried yourself before

Rio: I’m terrible for it, I’m afraid

Moses: Was you scared earlier?

Rio: A bit

Rio: but not for you, you were going to sort it

Moses: Why for you, if you knew I were gonna sort everything out

Rio: Before I knew you were

Moses: What would you ever reckon I’d let happen to you, long as I’m stood with you in my sight, nothing

Rio: I don’t know, it sounds stupid or pathetic now

Rio: like I didn’t know you cared, I don’t mean to sound like that 

Moses: I haven’t shown you enough

Rio: I’m just not used to it

Moses: It ain’t easy to say what’s my business 

Rio: You’re allowed to protect me from creeps

Rio: I can’t see anyone having a problem with that and I definitely don’t

Moses: He was asking for more than he got, treating you like that

Rio: People want to misread my friendliness for something else, just like you said before

Moses: Next time he feels brave he’ll bring you a tip and then some, gave us his word as he’s no stranger to me being a man of mine

Rio: Now I’m back to owing you then

Moses: He owes you

Rio: But you’ve really gone above and beyond anything I’d ever ask for

Moses: You don’t ask, be why

Rio: Imagine

Rio: the cheek of it

Moses: I’ve never minded cheek

Rio: I’ll have to worry about that then

Rio: you getting taken advantage of for your heroics 

Moses: Don’t you go getting kept up nights or I’ll have to be

Rio: You’ll have to be more discerning to who and when you’re saving people, yeah 

Rio: shame for me and my melodrama but save you lots of headaches in the long run

Moses: I was gonna ask if you’ve been keeping up with school now you’re working, got my answer, you losing us with your smart girl words and causing headaches

Rio: You really are looking out for me 😅

Rio: School is the same as always, barely useful or relevant to real life

Moses: A daughter of mine and you’d not have to go

Rio: If only

Moses: Are you working tomorrow?

Rio: Yep, taking all the shifts they’ll give me

Rio: will I see you?

Moses: You might

Rio: You know you’ve got one on the house waiting for you

Moses: The one’s all I’m worth to you, is it?

Rio: Don’t be like that

Rio: you’re the one only giving me a might!

Moses: I’m messing, I’ll pay, you’ve places to go

Rio: Well, you’ve to let me make it to you somehow

Moses: Ah, give over

Rio: I’ll not insist

Rio: but you know where to find me now

Moses: And you’ve been told to come find me whenever you’ve got the need

Rio: I feel like I’ve said thank you too many times and I’m just being annoying now but seriously

Moses: Seriously take us up on the offer

Rio: It would be nice to catch up, like you said, we could talk

Moses: Out of earshot of most my relatives, like

Rio: You could introduce me, but perhaps not

Rio: not going to be my biggest fans all things considered right now

Moses: I could but I can’t talk about my feelings in front of my daddy and the rest

Rio: That’s why you’ve need of women in your lives

Rio: we’ll talk just us

Moses: I miss having my sister to speak to

Rio: You were close?

Moses: We’re alike

Rio: She’s never been the one away, it must be weird

Moses: It feels wrong, I can’t get used to it

Rio: That makes sense

Rio: have you visited her?

Moses: Yeah but it’s not the same

Rio: A lot has changed lately

Moses: You live with my cousin now and she lives separate from him in a house

Rio: None of us could have seen that coming, it’s crazy

Moses: I’m staying out of talking of all that

Rio: I understand

Rio: it’s an awkward position to be in

Moses: I’d be putting you in the middle, not your place

Rio: Yours either, you’ve done nothing wrong and of course you care about your sister, you should

Moses: I do, we’ll say no more

Rio: 🤐

Moses: You’re different from your mammy, she don’t listen

Rio: I’ve found it doesn’t do me any favours when I don’t, so I’m trying

Moses: It’s the right attitude, you’ll go far listening to me

Rio: Is that so

Rio: well, as I’ve places to see

Moses: I’ll tell [whoever owns this pub] he’s to stick up a map for you, can do your dart throwing at it

Rio: 😁 the practice will come in handy too

Moses: [tell her when the darts competition/league whatever is and what the prize is because she’s only just started so you’re expecting her not to know even though she might]

Rio: Are you any good?

Moses: They don’t get you cleaning the trophies then, no?

Rio: 😏 I’ve not got that bored yet, no

Rio: maybe when I work my first weekday shift, I’ll be sure to check out your 🏆s

Moses: I might take a long lunch break that day, talk you through ‘em

Rio: Obviously I’ll need all the details

Moses: To win [the next]’s tournament yourself

Rio: Exactly

Rio: I’m already good at pool, btw

Moses: [someone] is the eejit who’ll bet big reckoning on you being a little girl and easy target

Rio: S’good to know, I’ll be sure to act extra clueless 

Moses: Lay it on with a trowel

Rio: I am just a little girl, after all

Moses: Your slap too, what he’s used to

Rio: 🤡 isn’t my usual style but I’ll see what I can do

Moses: You barely wear any compared to our women

Rio: I’m already tan 

Rio: can thank my daddy for that at least 💁🏽‍♀️

Moses: And your name

Rio: Does mine suit me?

Moses: Wouldn’t be what I’d call you but my doing better don’t mean it ain’t cute

Rio: It’s a bold choice, I can’t imagine being called anything else now

Moses: I wanted to name her [whatever gross name he did, giving Princess as we said in the convos we did] ‘til your mammy put her foot down, bold she let him give you yours

Rio: I guess if that’s the only way he was going to get involved, best let him

Moses: She shouldn’t have wasted her time, but you know that

Rio: Should’ve and shouldn’ts when it comes to relationships are complicated

Moses: Smart of you to try and tell us to shut up nicely

Rio: Not even

Rio: but obviously they weren’t a good match, she was never really in a relationship with him, not his style

Moses: His style’s not changed much

Rio: What about you, what do you want?

Moses: I’ll have to think about that one

Rio: Did put you on the spot a bit there, like

Rio: I remember saying you aren’t old, there’s no rush really

Moses: As I said, how I’m to talk to you, or not, I don’t know about neither

Rio: You can talk to me like your sister

Rio: I don’t shock or offend easily, don’t tell [this dude who he had to save her from]

Moses: Best we don’t get carried away

Rio: I don’t know what company I’ll be if you see me as some annoying kid to watch words around but okay

Moses: To be decided what company you are

Rio: I thought you wanted to talk

Moses: Long as you don’t give me a reason why not

Rio: Well I hope I wouldn’t do that

Moses: I could be letting a line of drinkers bore you to tears

Rio: There’s no line, I’m a professional multi-tasker

Rio: and they’re just lonely, bless them

Moses: How do I know that’s not how you reckon me, hmm?

Rio: Oh, please!

Rio: you aren’t a thing like those old boys who have their own stools and mug

Moses: So what am I like?

Rio: 😏

Rio: You can tell me when we catch up

Moses: You be sure to save us a stool where I can keep my eye on you

Rio: I’ll try my best

Rio: though I’m sure your name on as many trophies as it is, you can sit wherever you want

Moses: Well, I’m after being shown what you can do, everyone already knows what I can

Rio: Keep watching then

Moses: Give us something to

Rio: I’ve only just started working there, give me a chance

Moses: Fair, you’re new

Rio: and 👶🏽 but we keep that one hush-hush

Moses: Oh now you want to be a baby

Rio: To shamelessly defend myself from accusations of being boring? Absolutely 

Moses: And why’s that?

Rio: Because I’m not 😔

Moses: I can hear the 🥺 from here

Rio: Then don’t be mean

Moses: I’m nice to people who are nice to me

Rio: I’m very nice

Moses: Don’t worry yourself then, you’re guaranteed to get it back

Rio: You’re funny

Moses: You’re very sweet

Rio: A nice way to say I’ve kept you too long

Rio: enjoy the rest of your evening, won’t you

Moses: ‘Course I will

Rio: One of us should 👋😘

Moses: Why won’t you?

Rio: I just can’t right now, I’m trying and not bending anyone’s ear over it but yeah, be lying if I said otherwise

Moses: Come on now

Rio: I know, I know, tragic of me

Moses: Quit your crying or you’ll annoy me, kid

Rio: I’m 🤐

Moses: Nah, go on, what are you saying?

Rio: How do you get over being heartbroken?

Moses: You give someone else a chance

Rio: Sounds terrifying but

Rio: maybe nothing else will do

Moses: What you afraid of? Your heart’s already broke

Rio: Hm, you’ve a point

Rio: the worst has already happened

Moses: You’re welcome

Rio: Thanks, regardless of how sincere that was 🙃

Rio: you’ve actually helped a little

Moses: To be chasing something helps me

Rio: I know what I want, still

Moses: And you can want it still

Rio: Didn’t all revolve around him

Moses: Many a wife’s rolled over for how her husband lays down the law while being lay down next to us, nothing does

Rio: Damn

Moses: Vows don’t mean anything and you weren’t at the point of saying none

Rio: I’m just a kid so it can’t be that real, is it?

Moses: It just isn’t, at whatever age

Rio: No exceptions?

Moses: ‘Cept those who get tricked

Rio: Never again

Moses: There’s a girl

Moses: least I’m not wasting my breath telling you more than once you’re smart

Rio: Promise it’s appreciated

Moses: It’d be a shame if you got hurt again instead of learning

Rio: I’m taking notes

Moses: You’ve a pen in your mouth right about now, have you

Rio: I told you I can multitask

Rio: and my hands are full

Moses: A busy woman, yeah

Rio: Very

Moses: Well done

Rio: What for?

Moses: I couldn’t give you brownie points for sweet fuck all but you’re grafting in your way

Rio: I’d be really bored too if I wasn’t

Moses: There’s plenty more to be done that’s not moping for some dope boy

Rio: He is a dope

Moses: That he is

Rio: You don’t know him but if you wanna give me unquestioned support with the brownie points 😄

Moses: I know enough, he’d have to be a little special to 💔

Rio: Not worth the 💔 for less, nah

Moses: Nah, special like thick

Rio: 😏 Ah, well, he’d not take kindly to that

Moses: I don’t take kindly to you not having a smile for me thanks to him

Rio: Did I not smile at you earlier?

Rio: That is unforgivable 

Moses: My thoughts exactly

Rio: I’m going to be making it up to you for much longer than a single pint, you’re right

Moses: We’ve time, I’m on a job close by

Rio: Lucky

Rio: we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then

Moses: Luck’s mine you can pour a proper pint, last girl couldn’t

Rio: Awkward

Rio: lack of competition aside, the job suits me

Moses: Been too quiet lately, you’ll liven the place up

Rio: What I’m being paid for, moping is basically forbidden

Rio: You’ll not be getting bored or thirsty on my watch

Moses: Would be if anything was

Moses: getting us drunk’s your game, alright, I’ll play

Rio: Well don’t make it sound nefarious 

Rio: you know what you’re there for

Moses: Off my face of a lunchtime would get me in trouble

Rio: You’ll have to focus on how lively I am and the smile I’ll have for you then

Rio: until [whatever time y’all usually get off]

Moses: And teaching you your darts

Moses: ‘til your first lock in

Rio: When’s that going to be?

Moses: When you’re ready

Rio: It sounds fun I want to do it now

Moses: Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you

Rio: You know I need cheering up

Moses: Someone has to and this would

Rio: [whoever runs this pub] will say yes

Moses: Few people say no to me

Rio: I believe it

Moses: You probably don’t really remember being treated as mine, do you

Rio: Not really, no

Rio: bits and pieces but more from stories probably

Moses: I can’t wait to see your face when you’re shown what it’s like

Rio: You don’t have to do all this for me, you know 😌

Moses: I want it for you

Rio: You’re sweet too

Rio: but I won’t go spreading it around, promise

Moses: You’re special

Moses: you taught me how to be the daddy I am before your sister was even born

Rio: That might be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me, wow

Moses: I stood tall passing you ‘round at Christmas too, wasn’t just your mammy proud 

Rio: I’m too emotionally compromised for this 🥺

Moses: Our secret as you’ve promised, I’ve a rep as a hard man to maintain

Rio: You’ve always been soft about Edie

Rio: I meant when I said she’s lucky

Moses: I had to be careful holding you

Rio: Was you scared? 

Rio: You probably didn’t have much experience before, being a boy and all

Moses: Of you? Why would I be

Rio: Yeah, you’re pretty good with kids

Rio: some people are scared of them, especially babies

Moses: Kids are funny

Rio: Yeah, we miss having Junior around

Moses: He’ll be back, his daddy just needs to be moody first

Rio: That’s why she hasn’t done anything serious about it

Moses: She knows not to take his stropping serious most of the time

Rio: She knows she hurt people along the way, as we all will and do

Moses: You get what you deserve 

Rio: You reckon?

Moses: I warned her not to push him when she went too far and made us get in the middle last time, didn’t matter

Rio: Come on, she didn’t push him

Moses: Disrespect’s only meant one way, she had no shame going back and forth between all of us

Rio: That happened, none of you can hold each other hostage about it forever

Moses: Her and my cousin are who’s been carrying on forever, can’t help themselves

Rio: You can’t fight what’s going to happen

Moses: You don’t make a joke of my whole family and expect nothing to happen

Rio: It has happened, like I said

Rio: if she was being unfair, she would’ve gone to the guards, wouldn’t she

Moses: If she did she’d never see that boy again, she’s the sense to keep them out of it

Rio: We all know what’s what

Moses: We do

Rio: I’ll leave you be now

Moses: We’re brothers

Rio: and she’s your sister, of course you’re not going to be thrilled, I understand completely

Rio: just makes this awkward

Moses: I’ll see you tomorrow then

Rio: I’m sorry

Rio: we’ll avoid the subject then, yeah?

Moses: I don’t blame you, that you can’t, your brother ain’t where he should be

Rio: I understand why he’s angry, why you would be

Rio: she’s still my mum and I want her to be happy

Moses: None of us choose our family

Rio: Or who we fall for

Moses: I used to reckon I could make her forget about him

Rio: That time still means something, it still happened

Rio: you weren’t just killing time, she had to move on

Moses: It means everything, we made your sister

Moses: she’s family I chose, the only

Rio: Exactly

Rio: that’s what matters

Moses: And keeps life interesting

Rio: Never boring, that’s for sure

Moses: No daughter of mine, she’s half of us and I’m all fun, so

Rio: 😅 

Rio: If you do say so yourself

Moses: Plenty of others will tell you what I’ve got in spades

Rio: I’m not going to ask around about you, that would be weird

Moses: You’ve no need, you can ask us what you want an answer to

Rio: I know you

Rio: you came back around when Ronan left, like you said, I remember then

Moses: Here’s your chance to know me better if you want it

Rio: Of course, why wouldn’t we

Moses: ‘Course you missed me

Rio: Away with you, honestly 😄

Moses: Away with me ‘til you’re on shift

Moses: cold, girl 💔

Rio: I want to talk to you

Rio: but I don’t want to take all your attention away from whatever you’re up to

Moses: We’re talking, why are you worrying about my attention being elsewhere for? 

Moses: it’s not, it’s yours

Rio: Okay

Rio: just a hangover from the boy, how busy and important he was

Moses: I’ve played that game

Rio: He doesn’t think it’s a game, I’m the distraction

Moses: You’re distracting, sure, a girl’s role is to be

Rio: He doesn’t want distracting 

Rio: so sod him

Rio: you have your career, you just do it, not talk about it

Moses: Men who only graft for the sake of their pockets end up with them full but their lives empty

Rio: It’s the least important thing, if you’re doing it right

Rio: I want enough money to afford everything I want but it’s the least of what I care about

Moses: I do every job for her, I wouldn’t put the same hours in if it was just me

Rio: That’s so lovely

Moses: She’s mine, it’s up to nobody else to provide for her

Rio: You’ve got great priorities

Moses: I was raised like that

Rio: Yeah, I think that part is spot-on

Moses: You’ll find someone with matching values to yours

Rio: Are you going to give me a pep talk, Moses?

Moses: Do you need telling?

Rio: Maybe

Moses: Maybe I’ll give you what you want

Rio: Yeah, yeah

Rio: back with the maybes

Moses: You started it, yes or no

Rio: No, you

Rio: you couldn’t decide if you liked having me or not

Moses: You want us to say I like you, I know this game too

Rio: Well, yeah

Rio: it’d be mean if you didn’t, I’ve not given you any reason to not like me, have I?

Moses: You could give me more reason

Rio: I could

Moses: I could give you a lift home tomorrow if you say when

Rio: Are you sure that’s not a bother?

Moses: Not for someone I like

Rio: [tell him what time your shift ends that day, if you’re there at lunchtime probably dinner time idk]

Moses: Time to go [the long way but he’s saying it in a more specific way] before it’s dark

Rio: It’s getting lighter, practically spring

Moses: You started driving yet?

Rio: Not yet

Moses: Why not, heels on and you’d reach the pedals

Rio: You’re going to let me drive your car?

Moses: Mine, the [whatever his expensive af wanky show off car is, not the work van because we can’t be potentially crashing that]

Rio: 😍

Rio: No way

Moses: You’re mostly pressing buttons, more it costs out the showroom less you do yourself to move it

Rio: How fast can we go?

Moses: How fast do you reckon it can

Rio: I’ll let you show me tomorrow

Moses: See how much speed you can take

Rio: I’m not scared

Moses: I’m in control, you’ve got no reason to be

Rio: I trust you know what you’re doing

Moses: No safer hands around

Rio: You aren’t going to let me get hurt, you already said

Moses: Won’t be a scratch on you or the car

Rio: Of course the [name the car like he did] is more important 😜

Moses: It’s my other baby, I’m trusting you

Rio: I’ll take good care of it, don’t I take care of her?

Moses: Be how I know I can

Rio: That’s important to me too, they all are

Moses: She’s your protection when I’m away, without you how could I leave

Rio: She’s my first baby too

Moses: We both want what’s best

Rio: Always, she could do and be whatever she wants

Moses: You could be of my culture, the way you think, as if you were raised with it

Rio: Really?

Rio: I’m not too… much

Moses: All our girls are like you, you’ve just never met any

Rio: Some but then they always left school and lost touch

Rio: I couldn’t not work, I don’t think

Moses: Some work, even if they give it up when they’re married that can be a while away, they’re not all my sister

Rio: I don’t think you’re all the same, I’m not that ignorant

Rio: I’m just thinking in generalities, what would make me not fit in

Moses: I know you’re thinking your colour but we’re not that ignorant ourselves, no more than the rest of the country anyway

Rio: It’s a reason but like you said, same anywhere I go

Moses: Stand you and any of my nieces side by side and there’s no difference, the eldest acts as a mammy to the younger ones the same as you’ve done

Moses: makes me homesick to think of

Rio: What are older sisters for, if not to drive everyone crazy

Moses: But she’s been taught, you’ve taken to it without elder interference

Rio: I just always wanted to, maybe I’m bossy

Rio: I’d say I care, obviously but depending how they’re feeling, kids might say different 

Moses: You saw a need and you filled the hole there’d be else

Rio: Isn’t that how family should be

Moses: Should ain’t a given, as you said

Rio: Sad but true

Rio: if Edie didn’t do something big with her life, would you be disappointed?

Moses: What’s big mean?

Rio: I mean like, what you know she’s capable of

Moses: She gets to decide what she’s capable of, I don’t

Rio: God, you’re good

Rio: have you been practising the right answers to give

Moses: I gave her life to see what she’d do with it, that’s half the fun

Rio: I think so too

Rio: expectations just weigh you down

Moses: I’ve dogs I own, she’s her own person

Rio: Exactly

Rio: wish everyone agreed

Moses: Never could get hitched though, give a wife that much freedom and your life’s hell

Rio: Well, you would think that

Moses: I’ve had enough married women to know no freedom’s as bad

Rio: That’s my point, you’re the hell

Rio: you’re not going to be seeing many happy marriages if you’re seeing it through that lens

Moses: Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, many marriages are happier thanks to me

Moses: I’m closer to heaven by your lens

Rio: In that case, perhaps you start charging for your service

Moses: I’m paid in what money can’t buy and that’s what I offer

Rio: That sounds like the start of a really good advert

Rio: I’d charge

Moses: You could, I’m not stopping you

Rio: If I were you, that is

Rio: I’m not old enough to be a problem or potential fix to anyone’s marriage

Moses: If you were me I’d be settled down, no trouble

Rio: Don’t be so sure, my track record is pretty bad

Moses: At my age you’ll be wise to the difference between boys and men, on a new track

Rio: I bloody hope so

Rio: no offence, still not old but old enough to know better

Moses: You’re funny

Rio: Actually funny or shut up funny

Rio: my chat isn’t this bad usually

Moses: Oh how’s it usually?

Rio: 10/10 charming, funny, original

Rio: of course 

Moses: Right, show me what I’m missing tomorrow

Rio: I can’t talk to you like that

Moses: You can talk to me however you want

Rio: You’ll laugh at me

Moses: I promise not to

Rio: I don’t think you can

Rio: maybe only boys are fooled by me

Moses: You aren’t after fooling me

Rio: I can’t

Moses: S’why you like me

Rio: You don’t waste time playing games, what you see is what you get

Moses: I don’t need to

Rio: Not with me

Moses: I’m no dope boy who doesn’t know what to do with you, am I

Rio: No

Moses: What am I

Rio: You know what you are

Moses: My knowing isn’t what I’m asking about

Rio: You want me to say it

Moses: You either want to talk or you don’t

Rio: I’m nervous

Moses: You’re cuter when you are

Rio: 😣

Moses: Do you only trust my driving?

Rio: No, I trust you

Moses: You can, promise

Rio: I’m really looking forward to seeing you again

Moses: Are you now

Rio: Yes, more than I expected 

Moses: What a backhanded compliment

Rio: Is not

Rio: it means I’ve remembered how much I like you since talking

Moses: Which means you’d forgot

Rio: You haven’t come to see us in ages

Moses: I’m a busy man, you know that

Rio: I do, I’m just saying it’s been a minute

Moses: You’ve had longer than a minute off us today

Rio: And I already want more

Moses: I better keep talking to you then, hadn’t I

Rio: Only for as long as you want to

Moses: You make it worth my while

Rio: How long are you working this way again

Rio: I can’t remember if you said

Moses: [I won’t commit us but tell her]

Moses: but after I’m only [somewhere, we’re naming a place, that’s giving a doable driving distance away]

Rio: Oh good, not too far to come

Moses: [tell her how quickly you could drive it, giving insanely fast ofc]

Rio: in your [naming the car once again]

Rio: because I’m not gonna total it 🤞

Moses: And I’m not gonna leave you the keys yet

Rio: How many lessons before you do?

Moses: How quick do you learn?

Rio: I’m gonna be a natural, obviously

Moses: A natural deserves their own car

Rio: I’ll ask [the pub manager] for a raise as soon as I can, like

Moses: Nah, you’ll tell me what your favourite colour is

Rio: yeah right, you’re funny

Moses: Go on, I’ve missed plenty of birthdays

Rio: I wish the maths added up there but

Moses: What colour

Rio: Orange

Moses: Presents are meant to be surprises and I’ll not ruin yours but [just listing ridiculously expensive cars that come in orange]

Rio: No big deal, you’re just going to buy me my own car

Moses: Sure

Rio: You don’t have to though, I’m not your responsibility

Moses: I wanted to be responsible for you, your mammy had other ideas

Rio: You’ll make me sad

Moses: I was

Rio: I’m so sorry

Moses: It ain’t your fault I couldn’t give you what I wanted to, a car’s nothing to what you’ve lost out on

Rio: I would’ve kept in touch better, if I thought, knew, you wanted to too

Rio: it’s hard to know, if someone’s going to want to know once they don’t have to 

Moses: We’re in touch again, that’s what matters

Rio: I’m still sad that you were

Moses: She couldn’t put a stop to my tattoo, that hasn’t gone nowhere, never forgot about you

Rio: 🥺 I never forgot either

Rio: can I see it?

Moses: [show her obvs because you would]

Rio: 🥰

Rio: I remember tracing over it all the time

Moses: All 3 of you was always hanging off me

Rio: Good thing you’re strong

Moses: Didn’t need to bother myself with the gym

Rio: We were enough work

Rio: not many men would’ve done what you did

Moses: I’d do it again

Rio: I’m sure you will again

Moses: No, I mean I’d do what I did offered the chance to do something else

Rio: Good, we needed you

Moses: Yous still need me

Rio: You’re still important to us, that won’t go away, you helped raise us

Moses: You’re grown enough for your own tattoos now

Rio: I’ve got loads of ideas

Moses: You’ll have to narrow ‘em down, you’re a tiny girl still whatever your age, there’s not all that much space

Rio: I know, I think I’m done growing 

Moses: What shoes are for

Rio: And my hair, can add a few inches there, easy

Moses: You’ve nice hair now I don’t have to be the one doing it

Rio: 😆 ah, so you don’t miss me THAT much

Moses: I don’t your crying when I was being gentle

Rio: Awh, don’t be mean, I was just a baby

Moses: Crybaby, making us feel guilty

Rio: I’d never!

Rio: You’re just that sweet, clearly

Moses: Wrapped ‘round your finger is more like it

Rio: The love was mutual

Moses: Was? You don’t love me no more, is it, I’ll have your car back

Rio: Don’t be silly

Moses: Say so then

Rio: I feel the same about you as I always have

Moses: That’s cheating

Rio: I’m not saying it because I want a car

Moses: You’re getting one because I’m a man of my word

Rio: I don’t want you to think I’m wrapping you around my finger again

Moses: I don’t think you could that easy

Rio: I’ve not lost my skills

Moses: You’re not crying

Rio: Not yet

Moses: Never again on account of us

Rio: Are you promising?

Moses: Yeah, on the ink of you

Rio: Then I trust you mean it

Moses: It’d upset me to upset you

Rio: You’ve really made me feel better, like I said

Moses: Good

Rio: You’re so nice, you know

Moses: Don’t go spreading that about

Rio: Why don’t you want people to know?

Moses: I’d get walked over soon as they heard, I’m not my brother

Rio: It’s only for a select few

Moses: You can feel special, I told you you are

Rio: I’m smiling now

Moses: Unless you show me it doesn’t count

Rio: [so you must, of course]

Moses: Crime not to when it’s as pretty as yours

Rio: You see you’d already made me blush too

Moses: Harder to see on you, my veins show themselves all the time

Rio: Yous are all that pale

Rio: why are you but not your cousins?

Moses: I’ve the look of my daddy, they’ve more of their mammy’s blood

Rio: I’ve not seen your daddy in [the pub] yet, I don’t think

Moses: You’ll know him on sight to be sure

Rio: Will I say hello to him?

Moses: I’ll introduce you, he’ll behave better for it

Rio: Ah, understood

Rio: like when I offered to walk [a really old man home and he thought she was flirting with him in that way that is horrifying when you see someone as a sweet old man lmao] 😰

Moses: When was this?

Rio: Oh God, like literally my second shift I think

Rio: he was plastered but apparently he always finds his way home somehow

Moses: How many shifts is it you’ve done, remind us

Rio: [do that maths, it’s likely giving not long because Moses would’ve seen you before now otherwise but long enough that Johnathan is satisfied to not sit there and babysit you the whole shift]

Moses: Right

Rio: It was grand, the craic was more on his behalf than mine

Moses: Where was my cousin when this craic was going on?

Rio: He had a word with him before he went off, no harm done

Moses: I bet he did nothing but had a word, yeah, gobshite’s supposed to look after you

Rio: Hey, come on

Rio: nothing was meant by it and I can handle myself

Rio: I asked for the job

Moses: The job, not the ‘perks’ [this man]’s offering

Rio: He wasn’t going to do anything

Moses: What would you know

Rio: He’s not a rapist, it was just a mistake

Moses: You don’t have a say, that’s the point, he’d be an eejit to advertise if he were

Rio: I know that

Moses: I’m not blaming you, you didn’t do anything

Rio: I was just being nice

Rio: no one would want him to fall and freeze to death

Moses: He’s who’s carrying on wrong

Rio: What he do you mean

Moses: Johnny is who you know I mean

Rio: Just checking

Moses: Which ain’t to say I condone [the old man] trying to chat you up, but as he was plastered

Rio: Johnny is good to me, regardless what else he’s done wrong

Rio: I really need the job

Moses: Calm down, I won’t lose it for you

Rio: Thanks

Moses: But he should be good to you, he’s responsible for you, keep that in your head for when he’s nowhere to be seen

Rio: He is, to all of us

Rio: I’d not expect him to do another shift after his own on account of me, especially not now

Moses: I don’t care about him, he’s no business sorting this job for you if he weren’t going to see it through

Rio: ‘Til when?

Rio: when’s alright to stop watching me like a hawk?

Moses: You’ve done [however many] hours, fuck’s sake

Rio: He does still come in and check, just not the whole time

Moses: ‘Til I’m away, I’ll check

Rio: Then I’ll be doubly safe

Moses: I’m of the mind for every night of yours to be a lock in, least for me, so you are

Rio: Yeah?

Rio: I don’t know if I believe [the landlord whatever] likes you that much though

Moses: If he ever wants to try his luck chucking us out before your shift has finished, I’ll be ready

Rio: Oh my God 😏 please don’t cause me more trouble than you solve

Moses: Don’t be ungrateful, I’m willing to get into trouble for you, even more of a select few get that

Rio: I’ll be honoured but jobless

Moses: I already said that’s not happening

Rio: How else would you see me

[keruukat]

!!WARNING!!

Egregious amounts of brainrot ahead!

1. Probably My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone!

2. Overgrown Garden by Beetlebug was a surprise! Though I have looped it So much bc it’s like the theme song for one of my CJVerse guys

3. Uh I’m not answering that one

4. I wasn’t expecting Will Wood to be #4 considering I only got into him partway through the year

5. Hard to Say I’m Sorry/Get Away by Chicago, came out in 1982

6. Evl Ppl- Chonny Jash, came out this October (2023)

7. May, because that’s when CJ FINALLY RELEASED CCCC AND GOT A SPOTIFY

8. Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical, ranking at 7 minutes exactly.

9. My #1 song was Time Machine Reprise by Chonny Jash-and it’s so hard to pick just one line… oygh. The entire song rings relatable to me, but probably

“Flitting in this mode of making memories/Keeping up this pace of keeping still”,

“Little remedies for little blots that stain my little head/when I didn’t know that I didn’t know the tune/but still played it through”

and

“Now I know ever waits for me/ever so patiently”

10. I didn’t have Spotify last year <3

11. Uh. Probably Hard to Say I’m Sorry/Get Away by Chicago, My Ordinary Life by The living Tombstone, Death Bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu, or Love Like You by Steven Universe.

12. Ain’t No Rest for The Wicked-Chonny Jash

13. The Mind Electric- Miracle Musical

14. Uh. All of them <3 I have somewhat niche music taste. Shouting out She Only Loves Me When I’m There by Ball Park Music though.

15. Turn the Lights Off-Tally Hall

16. Dream Sweet in Sea Major-Miracle Musical

17. Time Machine Reprise or Dream by Chonny Jash. Alternatively, Reverse by Minimall

18. Just Apathy- Chonny Jash

19. It’s hard to pick a favorite but TMR is as good a choice as any!

20. Uh. Probably either I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor or We’re Gonna Win by Chonny Jash.

21. Variations on a Cloud by Miracle Musical! Or Dream (Intro to Cacophony) by Chonny Jash because GOD is Soul such a tragic character grrgrgr

22. 13 by Tally Hall- it’s literally a 13 second instrumental

23. You and Me by Tally Hall is STRONGLY a sunshine yellow to me.

24. Dream Sweet in Sea Major is SO end-credits song. Purposefully! But it is.

25. Evl Ppl by Chonny Jash- probably my favorite lyrics are:

“There are demons, I have seen them/Skin-deep in my cerebrum/Believing, when I'm weak, I might just feed them.”

And

“Our habits and our rituals/Are myths in mystics' crystal balls.”

26. OUUUGHHH that’s a HARD one. Probably Ain’t No Rest for The Wicked by Chonny Jash? Banger ass brainscratch bassline.

Spotify Wrapped ask game!

you know the drill, send a number & reply with songs from your top 100

Catchiest song

A song you didn't expect to see in your top 10

Sexiest song

Artist/band you didn't thought would be in your top artists (if any)

Oldest song (by release date)

Newest song (by release date)

Most streamed month of your top artist (explain if you think/know why)

Longest song

Favourite lyrics of your #1 song

A song that was also in last year's wrapped

Most famous/popular song (in your opinion)

A song you feel should be higher up

The song with the most peculiar sound (to you)

A song you think is underrated

Most danceable track

A song everyone should know

Saddest song

A song that describes your year so far

Is the most streamed song by your favourite artist your favourite of them?

Happiest song

The song you think will be in next years top songs again

Shortest song

A track that makes you think of a specific colour

A song that could be the soundtrack of a movie

Favourite lyrics of your #100 song

Favourite bassline

[fox--tales]

Construction Conundrum || Juno and Miyeon

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Vinyl Countdown PARTIES: @seasandfoam and @fox--tales CONTENT WARNINGS: None SUMMARY: Juno is interested in learning about who is responsible for construction around town and decides to go to Miyeon for answers.

“One last reminder for the day, there’s a new traffic pattern off of main street starting today due to the new construction happening in the pines. A crystal viewing station and mining history of Wicked’s Rest is being built.” Miyeon pushed the last of her notes away. She’d survived today’s show. All that was left was to wrap it all up and she didn’t need a script for that, not anymore. 

“Alright I know it’s tragic, but our time together is almost done for the day.” Miyeon cued up a sad slide whistle sound bite. “Don’t cry too much, we’ll be back tomorrow bright and early ready to help you start your day. Remember there ain’t no rest for the wicked, but you can always take a break with us. I’m Miyeon, your hostess with the mostest signing off.” And without further adieu, she started playing Cage the Elephant’s “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” and slid her headphones off. The next block was queued up and ready to go, she shouldn’t need to sit and monitor things too closely. Which meant it was time for a break. Miyeon wondered if there was enough time to run to A Latte to Love before she had to check back in. Only one way to find out.

She hopped out of her chair, turned to the exit the booth and nearly fell over when she saw a face pressed up against the glass. “Oh my god,” she shouted, clutching her hand to her heart which was beating a mile a freaking minute. At least the person there didn’t get to hear how freaked she’d been. Man, it was a good thing the mics were off. Oh my god, she hoped they were off. She glanced back quick. Off. Okay, good. Now to deal with whoever was lurking outside the sound booth. “Hey, hello,” she said with a small wave as she snuck out the booth door, closing it softly behind her. “Um, do you need something? I don’t know where Leti is but I can probably help you if it’s quick.” 

Juno had heard enough music to understand it existed, and it wasn’t as if fae didn’t have their own. It might just have looked a little different. Though she’d never met any, she had to wonder what kind of muse’s were responsible for some of the sensations coming out today, because Juno didn’t think they deserved to be popular at all. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t at Vinyl Countdown to insult the artists trapped behind royalty walls. Whatever that was. 

It wasn’t hard to catch Juno’s attention, especially not where developments were concerned. It was like a siren song (despite her dislike for them). She had heard the radio show a few times now, always listening for new information from around town. It was faster that way, and though she was almost sure they were lies, just as on the internet, she wanted to trust there was some kind of reality to them. She peered through the glass, the girl on the end looking much younger than herself. Unfamiliar, too. 

The shock that scattered across her expression did not make Juno feel bad. Instead, it brought a smile to her face. She was leaving the booth. That was good. She took a step back and blinked at the younger girl. “No, I don’t know who Leti is. I want to talk to you.” She jabbed a finger through the air before resting her hands on her hips. It was uncomfortable, coming across as human. “This won’t be quick. Or it might be. Depends.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. With a sigh, she began, “the development happening in the pines– who’s behind it? Do you know?” 

Okay, it was going to be one of those days, wasn’t it? Miyeon smiled and tried not to let her eyes go too wide and betray her desire to skip right on over this conversation. “Oh, okay. I’m flattered, honestly. Leti owns this store, by the way. And the station. I just get to steal the spotlight for a little while every now and then.” Miyeon really wanted to cross her arms in front of her chest and close up, but she knew how to conduct an interview, and how to direct conversations. She kept her hands to her side and tried to keep her body language open, receptive. Her eyes were locked on the woman’s across from hers and everything about her countenance said she was all ears, ready to listen. Maybe if she looked like she was interested, she could keep this conversation short. Or at least on track. Something told her this was about to go off the rails.

“The development?” Miyeon blinked and had to jog her memory. Honestly, as soon as the scripts were out of her hands, most if not all of it was out of her mind. At least for the next twenty minutes or so. “Oh, uh, the crystal tourism place?” Miyeon got her updates on the town's comings and goings from all sorts of places, wherever she could nail them down, really. Most were sent in or funneled through the town hall and the mayor’s office. “I’m not sure, let me grab my notes, I might have jotted it down.” She placed a finger to her lips and waited to make sure that the other woman was going to remain quiet while she opened the door to the booth and slipped in to shuffle together the pages of notes she’d left tossed across the desk. She slid back out of the booth as quietly as she came and started flipping through her papers once the door was shut safely behind her. 

“Hmm, I have an idea of who it could be, but I don’t remember one hundred percent and I don’t want to give you the wrong information. I think I have more info in my planner, though.” Against her better judgment, Miyeon waved for the lady to follow her to the desk in the back where she kept her things in between shows. She had her laptop to quickly edit the podcast together for the afternoon and, of course, her meticulously detailed planner. “So what’s got you interested in this development, by the way?” she asked as she started flipping through her planner, looking for her notes for today’s show. 

So at least the girl was being helpful. That was a nice change of pace. Usually, Juno would have to fish out a thanks or some kind of other bind in order to see any real development for her cause. Juno watched as the girl dashed into the sound booth, mild frustration by being told to be quiet put on hold, but only because she wanted the information that the girl had. 

But as she emerged, it turned out that she didn’t have the kind of information Juno quite needed. A certain bitterness cast itself upon her as she watched the girl silently, mouth beginning to taste sour. The more time she stood here, the more it was wasting her time, especially when it came to finding any real information out. Maybe she would just need to listen to a re-recording and put the information together herself.

Just as she was about to tell the girl nevermind, she was being told to follow. Juno tensed slightly and she nodded, following after the girl. There was a desk, a laptop, and a few books. She wasn’t sure what a planner looked like. Maybe it was in the laptop. At her question, she shrugged. “They shouldn’t be doing it. It’s disturbing the balance of what already exists there, and haven’t they heard about the warnings about the crystals, anyway?” 

So the planner was not in the laptop. Interesting. Juno restrained herself from grabbing the planner out of the girl’s hands by crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you not wish to stop greedy tourists? Aren’t you tired of having to re-route yourself?” Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put things, but did it matter? “I, for one, would love to go ape-shit.” She’d heard it at the center she lived at very briefly and had found it funny. Understanding the context of it made it less funny, though. “It’s our action that puts a stop to things like this.” 

Oh, so she was one of those. Miyeon had encountered plenty of crunch granola-eating, tree-hugging sort of people by now. A lot of them weren’t always too keen on some of the topics on the show. Like this one. Somehow always the things she literally had zero control over. She hadn’t guessed that was the kind of person she was dealing with at first sight, though. Miyeon worked to keep her countenance neutral, a well-trained habit that was easy enough for her to fall into when she was interviewing people. She’d learned a while ago not to wear her thoughts on her face and to keep her emotions close to her chest when she was working. If she wanted people to talk – and she did – she knew that the best way was to mirror the other person and if she couldn’t do that, then neutral was always safest. No one opened up to someone who confronted them and made them feel like they were in the wrong. And so Miyeon kept any thoughts like those to herself. Poor Leti got to hear all about it later, though. Every time. 

“I hear you,” she said as she continued to flip back through her planner to find her list of incoming calls and requests from earlier this week. “This town is always a little off balance, though. Maybe it will end up tipping the scales the other way, who knows.” She added a smile and tried to keep things light and friendly. Like she knew full well that this girl was not going to take any kind of positive spin on this, no matter what she said, but it was worth the effort to try and cut some of the tension while she skimmed.

“Ah, here,” she said, pointing to a spot in her journal. “It looks like it’s partially funded by the town tourism board and that’s who called me to share the update. It looks like the majority is owned by a private company or whoever, though. I don’t know their name, though. But, I can tell you the name of the construction company they hired is called…” Miyeon sighed and rolled her eyes before reading off the name. “A Ladder of Fact. Oh my god, really? They went with that?” She shook her head, placing the planner back down on the desk and closing it shut. 

“I mean, yeah, the detours are annoying but I don’t know if—” Miyeon stopped herself short. She so didn’t care about the disruption to nature or whatever. The Pines were wicked dangerous and if people wanted to make money off of dumb tourists, whatever, get that coin. But her eyes lit up when she saw the potential in all of this. The potential for a story. “I don’t know if that’s the worst part about it.” Her voice shifted along with her stance, growing more confident and defiant. “The worst part is all that destruction, you know? And tearing down trees and stuff.” She wasn’t the most ecologically concerned person so she hoped she was on the right track. “You’re right. People should go ape-shit.” Not that she planned to do that at all but she would be there with her phone ready to get the story. “You should stage a demonstration. Like start a protest or something. Try and force them to stop what they’re doing. Use your first amendment rights. Put it in action. Take down the man!” She grew more and more animated with each suggestion up until the point that she threw both of her hands balled up into fists up into the air. 

Okay maybe that was a little too far, even for her. She put her hands back down and brushed her pants down, just to give her something to do with her hands. “I mean only if you want. I have to be impartial and stuff since I’m the media and all. But you can always call in or purchase an ad spot and I can spread the word on the show.” 

As the girl spoke, Juno listened intently. Her eyebrows furrowed. “A private company?” It wouldn’t be that hard to figure out which one. People often wanted to explain their success to those in similar circles. She still had a few binds on those who’d done her a service, but hadn’t quite deserved water rushing through their lungs. Maybe she would need to cash in a few favors. The construction company’s name had been posted in various different places around town. “I’m familiar. They wear hideous shirts.” Because the shirts were hideous. 

Juno watched in real time as the girl’s expression changed. Shifted into some kind of knowing. She wanted to know what it was, so she kept quiet. As the other spoke about the trees being torn down, Juno arched a brow. So this girl wanted her to stage a protest? It wasn’t her style. She worked better alone, mostly because the kinds of people who also wanted to save the environment weren’t keen on murder being the answer. Besides, it wasn’t like she could show her face to a newspaper. Now the girl was talking about first amendment rights. “I don’t believe in your government. That’s arbitrary to me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, gaze falling over the girl in front of her. 

“I”m not going to buy anything. And I don’t care if you run more media on it. I got what I needed. Now I know where to look.” It was lost on Juno why the girl had suddenly gotten so interested. Whether it was a con she was trying to pull or she was being genuine, the nymph decided she didn’t care. She had gotten what she needed. It was concern that often won others over, and it seemed that she was trying to do the same. “I’d recommend that if you care about the trees, you do something about it as well. But perhaps you should stick to…” Her gaze wandered the room, “what you’re familiar with.” 

Miyeon leaned forward, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly. Did she just say what the kitsune thought she just said? “Uh what do you mean by my government?” she asked. She couldn’t help herself. “Are you, like, from another country? Or…” Miyeon looked around and wasn’t finding any answers just hopping out at her, shockingly enough. This was so weird. She thought the government wasn’t hers and was arbitrary? Was she some kind of anarchist? Or… No way. Supernaturals couldn’t like have their own government, right? Not that her parents would have told her one way or the other. Maybe her brothers would indulge her questions. Later, obviously. 

Yup, alright this chick was a lot and Miyeon wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with all of this. “That’s a shame. It could have really helped but you’re right. I should just stay in my lane. And you can go out and wave your anarchy flag or whatever it is you plan on doing.” Her smile was sweet despite the undercurrents of snark lacing her words. She turned and started to walk back to the front of the store, sighing a bit dramatically as the girl followed. “You know, it could have been a good story. It might have actually helped you. And others. But if you want to do things all by yourself, I guess that’s just how it’s going to be. Good luck taking down the man single-handedly, though.” Miyeon knew she shouldn’t hope for a disaster but part of her definitely hoped something newsworthy was going to come out of all this. She could use the headline for one of her segments at the very least. 

She really needed to watch what she said. Juno cleared her throat, clasping her hands together in front of her. “I’m originally from Jeju-do.” Not a lie, not necessarily. The sick, twisted feeling that gathered in the pit of her stomach was absent. That was good. She thought herself above those around her, especially humans, but the last thing she needed was for somebody to look into her. Maybe it had been a mistake, coming to a radio show host. What if the girl decided to blab about what she’d been confronted by today? “So your government doesn’t serve me.” Not that it ever would; humans liked to stick their heads in the sand when it came to anything different. How foul. 

The girl ahead of her replied, sickly sweet, and Juno felt a bout of annoyance flair. At least she’d gotten the information she needed. “Waving a flag is a fool’s goal, that wouldn’t do anything for the situation.” It was slightly lost on her what she had actually meant. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The radio show host retreated towards the front of the shop and Juno followed after her. Not so much to continue talking, but to get out of the shop and return to her priorities. “I don’t need you to wish me luck.” Because really, she didn’t. She’d need to be careful about how she approached things now that she knew somebody was aware what she was looking into. Or maybe a promise bind would be enough to keep the topic behind closed doors. “I’ve got enough luck on my side. Just promise me that you won’t tell anyone that I came looking for this information? How am I supposed to get anything done if somebody starts to talk?” She frowned, dramatizing her expression for the sake of the girl ahead of her, almost mimicking the way she’d done so earlier. Even if it was a sarcastic agreement, Juno could hold onto it. 

Miyeon nodded, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Gotcha. That makes sense.” Only she didn’t totally believe that. She kept her suspicion off of her face, but it was there just beneath the surface. Now that she thought about it, that sort of thing totally sounded like something her parents or brothers would have said. Only less intense. They followed the law for the most part, especially with Miyeon around, but she was totally aware that being centuries old made that sort of thing matter a whole lot less. So all of that made her wonder if maybe this lady was more like her than not. “My family is from outside of Gwangju so not too far away. I’ve never visited Jeju-do, though,” she replied.

She sure was interesting, though. Miyeon had honestly sort of expected her to storm off without another word but instead, she was trying to strike a deal. Granted, that wasn’t anything new for her. She was used to people getting a little shifty or weird when they remembered that she was part of the press and had a platform. “I can’t promise that,” she said as she started to carry on with her day like she hadn’t been interrupted. “Plus, I don’t even know your name so I can’t exactly tell them who came here asking questions. Unless of course, you want to introduce yourself.” She shrugged. “But that’s cool if you don’t want to. In which case, have a nice day!” Instead of introducing herself like Miyeon had hoped, the girl took it literally and just walked out of the store. Well, one less thing for her to worry about she supposed. 

[covenunited]

“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.” @sickb0ysold1er Blyth to whomever

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Joey may have been able to stifle his laughter, but he couldn’t hide the grin brought on by the other’s statement. “I feel ya there,” he retorted. “Haunted is a polite word for it. Still, glad I ain’t the only one here who’s fucked up. Not that your demons are funny, or anything. It just…it gets exhausting trying to pretend to be normal after a while, doesn’t it?” Acting as if he was still alive, as if he wasn’t forced to live out the rest of his existence on a diet of blood. As if he didn’t need to wear an enchanted ring to be able to walk around in daylight. As if he wasn’t ageless and watching the rest of the world slowly passing him by.

Thank fuck he could still drink, even if the alcohol had to be in someone else’s bloodstream for it to affect him. The taste of beer alone was usually enough to calm his nerves, reminding him of simpler times. He looked over at his companion for the evening, awaiting an answer.