#Give me back my smooth shiny skin God

[tsuuie]

time to cut dairy out fuck :/ one step closer to being vegan wtf

[nereidprinc3ss]

drunk in love

in which fem!reader gets extra affectionate with spencer when she's drunk and he's just happy to be there

fluff! warnings/tags: drunk!reader, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, spencer loves you so bad, short n sweet, that's it a/n: this is for the person who requested spencer taking care of drunk!reader and they're just being really cute and kissy and i lost your request i'm sorry but i hope you see this!! if you guys like this pls let me know, i have spencer helping drunk!r with a bath locked and loaded and its also so cute oh my god i love him goodnight

“Spence,” you say, voice pretty and airy as a song, pressing butterfly-light kisses with soft lips all over the side of his face. 

“What?” he asks fondly, fighting to keep his grip on you secure as you keep trying to fall down and bring him with you. This bar isn’t necessarily a dive, but he’s sure the floor is still sticky and he’s not interested in checking. 

“I really love you so much. I love you so much more than anyone else has ever loved anyone before.” It’s the fourth or fifth time you’ve told him you love him so much in ten minutes, but it doesn’t feel any less wonderful to hear. “Say it back!” you pout, settling against his chest. 

“You didn’t give me time to say it back,” he explains patiently, looking down at you and brushing hair behind your ear. “I love you so much, too, baby.”

Suddenly you’re too flustered and shy to make eye contact. 

“Call me that again.”

Spencer’s brow furrows. His smile flickers wider. 

“What? Baby?” You nod into his chest. He smooths your hair. “I call you baby all the time.”

“Because you love me?”

“Because I love you,” he agrees solemnly. 

You squeak, covering your face with your hands. Not for the first time tonight, he wonders what exactly was in those drinks Penelope kept ordering for you.

“Kiss?”

He gently grabs your wrists. 

“You have to show me that pretty face if you want a kiss.”

Your hands slide down your cheeks and you tilt your head up. Now that your face is on display, pretty and shiny in the low lighting, Spencer ducks down and kisses you sweetly, one hand on the back of your head, the other pulling your wrists down and out of the way. He makes sure to not let it go on for too long. There are still plenty of people around, but more saliently, you are quite drunk. 

“Good?” he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek as he pulls away.

“Can we kiss forever?”

“We can try,” he muses. 

“I love you,” you say again, plainly. “I wish there was a word stronger than love. I feel like I’ve said love so much it’s lost all its meaning.”

“Keep saying it,” he encourages. “I like hearing it.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper. Spencer leans down for you to cup your hand to his ear clandestinely. Sweet vanilla perfume still clings to your warm skin, lingering on your neck, mixing with the smell of fruity cocktails on your breath and making him dizzy. “I think JJ has a crush on you.”

He chuckles, straightening. Grieving the loss of your scent for just a second in the back of his mind—until you’re pressing against him anxiously, and it returns. 

“JJ is married, babe. I don’t think so.”

You pout. 

“No, but I really think she does! It makes me sad!”

Spencer doesn’t believe it for a second, but he knows hard logic and persuasion aren’t really going to do much for you right now. So he loops an arm around your waist and reigns you in. 

“You don’t need to be sad, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter who has a crush on me because I have a crush on you.”

“Just me?” you ask anxiously. 

“Just you. You’re the prettiest girl in the world. I have a huge crush on you.”

He realizes his voice has taken on that saccharine quality that Derek would give him shit for, and it’s probably visible in his eyes as he leans close to you, but he doesn’t care at all. 

You raise your chin, wordlessly asking for another kiss. He delivers. The fabric of his shirt tugs where you grab onto it, attempting to bring him closer even when he draws away from the kiss. Of course he allows it, narrowly avoiding stepping on your toes as you pull him to you like a dog on a leash. 

“Can we go home? I wanna cuddle.”

Oh, yeah. If Derek were present he’d have the most ridiculous, shit-eating grin on his face right now. Luckily he’s not here right now, and even if he were, Spencer would still brush your hair aside and say, absolutely we can go home and cuddle. 

“Of course we can. Do you want to say goodbye to everyone?”

“Mm… can we Irish goodbye?”

He chuckles. 

“I think you should say thank you to Penelope for buying you all of those ridiculous drinks that are making you so nice.”

You make a face. 

“I’m always nice.”

“You’re not always this nice,” he reminds you with a small smile, resting his hands on your waist. You frown. 

“In my head I am.”

He kisses your head. It’s impossible not to. 

“I know. Come on, let’s say bye. I want to go home too.”

“You think I’m not usually nice?”

“Of course I don’t think that. I think you’re so nice.”

“Oh my god, can we get ice cream?” You gasp, already distracted and pulling him along by the hand as you weave through the sparse crowd. 

He smiles to himself, happy to follow your lead as long as you don’t let go. 

“We can definitely get ice cream. We can do whatever you want.”

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only! forced arranged marriage, strong language. (Y/D/N + Y/M/N = your mom and dads names)

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part two

❥ marrying the enemy — r.c

Y/N

I’ve always known my father had some fucked up trick up his sleeve for my life. I always knew he’d pawn me off somehow, someway. Anything to make a quick buck, right? The thought alone sends me spiraling. Makes me see red. Anger. Shame. Fear. All the emotions that swirl through my mind as I pace my father’s in-home study, awaiting the arrival of none other than Rafe Cameron and his father, Ward Cameron.

I’m not one hundred percent sure what it is my father has planned, but I do know if it involves me being in the room, waiting on Rafe and Ward to arrive for a “meeting” as my dad put it. It can’t be good.

“Please sit down and stop pacing, sweetheart. You’re making me nervous” My father says, snapping me back into the cruel reality that is my life.

I stare back at him for a moment, mouth slightly parted in shock. I’m making him nervous? What about me? And my feelings? I was happy just an hour ago. Sitting in my room, studying for my upcoming final exam, when my father knocks on my door, letting me know my presence is needed in his study. When I asked him why? He told me that the Cameron’s were coming over, and that we had things to discuss. Things that would benefit both of our families tremendously.

Letting out a deep and frustrated sigh, I obey. I plop myself onto the large black leather couch that’s sat against the back wall of his office. I chew at the skin of my lower lip, anxiously scanning the length of the room. I have so many questions. What role could I possibly play in this “family benefiting” situation? I have my theory, but I absolutely hate the thought, so I quickly shove it down.

A few minutes pass, awkward silence and tension fill the air. As I open my mouth to ask what exactly I’m doing here, a knock sounds on the door, making me audibly clamp my mouth shut.

“Doors open” My father says calmly.

I’m not sure why, but now my hands are clammy. Shaking. Anxiety has crawled all the way up my spine, making me sit up right, resting my elbows on my knees that are now anxiously bouncing up and down.

The door is pushed open, and in walks Rafe and Ward. They’re both so different. If they didn’t look so similar, you wouldn’t know that Rafe was Ward’s son. Ward is dressed in a three piece suit with a white button up underneath, shiny black shoes and his hair is done to perfection. Rafe on the other hand is dressed in a simple pair of denim jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a pair of black and white Nikes. His hair is messy, parted in the middle and giving him the ‘just rolled out of bed’ effect.

No one can deny how attractive Rafe is though. Even I would be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed the Cameron boy’s good looks. He has perfectly plump pink lips that seem to always be drawn into a frown, his eyes are so blue, like the ocean on a cloudless day— you could drown in his eyes — a perfectly defined jawline that could cut diamonds. And his body? Lets just say the few times I’ve hung out with his sister, Sarah, and we’d be lounging by the pool, Rafe and his friends would love to come terrorize us, and I couldn’t ever break my eyes off of his perfectly sculpted body. Hard defined chest and abdomen, tanned, smooth skin. Rafe Cameron is what I’d imagine a Greek God to look like.

But he’s also got a nasty drug habit. A God complex. He truly believes he’s God’s gift to mankind, and that in itself makes him the ugliest person I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. I don’t miss the glare he shoots my way the minute he sees me sitting on the couch. The look in his eyes is so angry, so lifeless. It makes me even more terrified of what’s about to be said in this room. He knows something I don’t, and that is terrifying.

“Thank you for having us over today Y/D/N, I know it was short notice, but Rose and I felt it’s best to get a move on things” Ward says simply, giving away nothing.

Rafe snorts, rolling his eyes as he finds a seat in front of my father’s desk. He crosses his arms across his chest, slumping into the chair and spreading his legs wide.

“Not a problem, Ward. Y/M/N and I agree, it’s time we get this process moving”

Getting annoyed with the beating around the bush they’re playing at, I stand from the couch. “What… What are we talking about? Get what moving?”

My voice sounds small and weak, pulling another forced laugh from Rafe’s chest. He turns his head, blue eyes finding mine as he says, “Oh. You don’t know?”

“Know… Know what?”

“Our parents are making-” Rafe begins but his dad cuts him off.

“That’s enough, Rafe! Sit there and don’t speak unless we say. Got it?”

Rafe grumbles under his breath, but I pay him no mind. Instead, my heated gaze is strictly on my father. His eyes have a small hint of empathy in them, but not much.

“Y/N, sweetheart. Come sit, would you?” He asks.

I try and swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat, but I can’t seem to. My entire body is frozen in fear. My mind is racing. I knew Rafe knew something from the moment he stepped foot into this room. The air is thick, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I don’t dwell on that right now. Instead, I hesitantly make my way over to the chair beside Rafe, slowly sitting down and crossing my ankles together underneath the seat.

Ward clears his throat, “So. As you both know, Cameron Developments has been wanting to merge together with Y/L/N Industries. We think the best way to make our businesses grow and merge together into one big company instead of two working together, is by having one child from each family to be married. And since Sarah is dating John B. and Wheezie is only thirteen, that leaves me with Rafe.” Ward pauses, thinking on how to continue with his spiel. “Your brother is only seventeen, so that couldn’t work. So that leaves you, Y/N.”

I pinch my brows together. I must’ve been hit over the head with a two-ton brick because there’s no way he just said married.

“I- I don’t follow…” I say honestly.

Rafe chuckles, lolling his head to the side so his eyes meet mine once more. “They’re saying we have to get married, princess. Total bullshit, I know. But apparently, we have no choice.”

Ward ignores his son, his eyes finding mine as he takes in a deep breath. “Rafe is right. Albeit his attitude needs some adjustment, he’s right. The two of you are to be married. Your father and I have signed all the necessary paperwork, and all that is left to be done now is get you and Rafe married. As soon as possible.”

My mouth is stuck in an ‘O’ shape, shock and anger rushes through my body. I probably look like an idiot from having my mouth wide open, but I simply do not care. How could my parents do this to me? Pawn me off like I’m a game winning prize? To Rafe fucking Cameron of all people too. All for what? Money? Merging two very successful businesses into one? None of it makes sense. And it’s unfair.

My father’s stern voice pulls me from the thoughts swirling in my mind, “Sweetheart, close your mouth.”

I snap my lips shut, my eyes narrowed into slits on my father. “Daddy. You can’t be fucking serious..”

“Language, Y/N!” He snaps, and I can’t bite back the scoff that escapes me. He has the nerve to say something about my cursing rather than explain why the fuck he’s forcing me to marry… Rafe…

“I’m serious, dad! I’m not marrying him! I don’t love him! Hell, I don’t even like him! You can’t make me marry him!” I snap back.

Rafe snorts beside me. “You think I wanna fucking marry you? The prude, Kook princess who thinks she’s better than everyone else?”

I open my mouth, a sharp comeback sitting at the tip of my tongue, but Ward’s booming voice makes me snap my mouth shut again.

“Rafe! That’s enough. We’ve discussed this, and this is happening. The two of you will just have to learn how to tolerate one another”

My gaze trails back to my father. He’s sitting back in his black leather office chair, his hands clasped together and resting on his stomach. His eyes are void of any emotion. No anger. No sympathy. Nothing.

“Daddy…”

“Sweetheart, this is final. I’m sorry, but Ward is right. This is happening. We’re announcing the engagement this weekend, your mother and Rose have already started planning everything. The wedding will take place in one months time. You will become a Cameron. You both will be doing our family a huge favor.”

I shake my head, a scoff escaping me once again. Standing from my seat, I push my way past Ward and stomp out of my father’s office. I don’t even care if I’m acting like a child right now. I’m being forced to marry Rafe Cameron. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

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[vioartemis]

Because I love you

(Amber Freeman x fem! reader)

Summary: After a steamy night, you find out that you girlfriend, Amber, is a psychotic masked killer... what will you do about that...? Warnings: (+18), smut, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), death of multiple characters (some loved ones), blood a/n: it's the first time I try writing smut so it might be really bad TvT, the story doesn't really follow the outline of the movie bc I got confused :)) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You shouldn't be doing this. You really shouldn't. Your friend just got stabbed 6 times by a masked killer.. You should be by her side at the hospital.

But her cold hands on your bare skin were driving you crazy. Her hot lips on yours made you crave for more. You knew it was wrong. But god it felt so right.

Her hands were already under your shirt, making their way up to your torso, brushing your breasts with the tip of her fingers while her lips travelled down to your neck, sucking dark purple marks on it.

"Amber..." you whispered

"Hmm?"

"T-this is wrong... we shouldn't-"

Your breath hitched as you felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of your shorts and underwear.

"But you like it, right baby? Or maybe you me want to stop..?"

Her hot breath on your collarbone made you shiver.

"N-no please.. don't stop.."

You could feel her smile against you skin as she left more marks on you, before pulling away long enough to take your shirt and bra off.

When she looked back at you with greedy eyes, you couldn't help but feel more aroused.

"God Y/n.. you're so pretty.."

She didn't waste anymore time and went back to what she was doing: sliding your last piece of clothing down your legs and throwing it on the floor.

She then went back up to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, her hands roaming your body, before going down again, kissing your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, every inch of skin she could reach.

She left a trail of hickeys on your smooth skin, between your breasts, on your stomach, all the way down to where you needed her the most.

You were embarrassingly wet, which made you want to close your legs. Amber prevented you from doing so by gripping your tights firmly.

"C'mon baby.. if you keep moving like that how am I supposed to please you, hm?"

She placed herself between your legs, only inches away from your wetness. She kissed your inner tight, leaving one more love mark, before licking a long strip up to your clit.

You threw your head back when she started to eat you out, letting moans slipping out your parted lips, whispering her name every now and then.

Your right hand gripped her hair to keep her in place.

"Amber I'm gonna-"

"I know baby, cum for me"

She slipped two fingers inside of you, and fingerfucked you until you reached your climax, sucking slightly on your clit.

Her fingers slipped out of you cunt, but she didn't stop eating you out, cleaning you up, before licking you of her fingers.

You watched her as she did so, blushing at the look she was giving you, before she bent down to kiss you again, softly, lovingly.

"My pretty girl... you did so good for me..." she whispered against your lips

You hummed slightly, hands slipping under her shirt, but to your surprise, she pulled away.

"Not tonight baby"

"But- I want to make you feel good too..."

"Next time, right now I just want to take a bath with you... and cuddle all night. I'll be right back"

She kissed you once more before pulling away and going to the bathroom. You could hear the water running, and waited patiently for your girlfriend.

You were putting on one of her oversized shirt to keep you warm when you saw something shiny under her bed, in the mirror's reflection. Curious, you bent down to grab it.

It was a dark cape or something, in which you found...

Your eyes widened suddenly as you took a ghostface mask out of the black fabric, along with a bloody knife.

Your heart started beating faster at the thought of Amber - your Amber - stabbing Tara to the point she almost killed her. You didn't think she was capable of something this... fucked up.

Thinking the hands that touched you not even five minutes before were the same that nearly killed your friend almost made you sick.

Did she planned on killing you too...? No... she wouldn't do that... right...?

Hearing footsteps coming form the bathroom, you quickly put all that stuff back under the bed.

"The bath is ready, you coming?"

She looked at you, sitting on the floor.

"You okay...?"

She stepped closer to you, a worried look on her face.

"Y-yeah.. I just.. I was thinking about Tara a-and what happened... I.. I don't feel so good.."

You flinched slightly when she held you close, her arms around your waist, rubbing your back gently.

"It's okay baby, you're safe with me..."

Was it bad that you really felt safe in her arms? In the arms of a killer? You were torn between that sick feeling and your love for her.

You pushed her away softly.

"I... I know... I just... I think I need to be alone tonight... to... to think about all of that... it's not against you my love... I swear I-"

"... I understand... but I'm here if you need company or anything else... you know that right..?"

She was genuinely worried. You could see it in her eyes.

"I know... it's just for tonight.. I promise"

She placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before letting you dress up properly.

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The next day, you woke up at the sound of your phone buzzing next to you. It was the sheriff calling you.

"Shit.." you mumbled before taking the call "Hello sheriff?"

"Y/n.. there's been another murder last night.. I'm sorry but I'm gonna need you to come to the police station.."

"Yes sure, I- I'm coming"

"Oh and if you could take Amber with you... she's not answering my calls..."

"U-uh yes she's... having a shower.."

You quickly ended the call, and texted your girlfriend to meet you at a café not far away from the police station so you could arrive together.

Who did she killed this time...? you thought

When she arrived, she gave you a confused look on why you insisted to meet here.

"You didn't receive Sheriff Judy's calls? She wants us to go to the police station"

"But why?"

You didn't say anything and started to walk to the station. You know why...

Once you arrived at the station, Sheriff Judy invited you into a interrogation room.

"I'm sorry but I have to ask you girls, where were you last night?"

"At Amber's" you replied, too quickly

"All night? Did one of you left at one point or..?"

"Why? Are we like.. suspects?" Amber asked

"No but- witnesses saw your group having a quite violent argument with the victim so we have to ask you..."

"Oh... I see.."

"We were together all night long, Sheriff" you said, causing Amber to look at you, trying to hide her surprise

"And... what were you doing?"

"We uh.."

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment.

"We had sex" Amber said

"And then we took a bath together before going to sleep" you finished

"Do you have any evidences of what you say?"

You sighed and showed her some of the hickeys on the top half of your body.

"These are not bruises, in case you were wondering"

She had a little smile, visibly relieved. She should have believed you, because minutes after you were both out of the station, holding hands.

"You know we weren't together all night long, right..? And we'll get in trouble if they know we lied.." Amber said after a little while

"I know. But I also know that you were stabbing someone to death last night."

She stopped walking, looking at you with wide eyes.

"What...? Baby that's not funny! I would never-"

"Amber." you turned to face her "I found your Ghostface costume under you bed. And the knife you used to... to stab Tara.."

"... why did you lie to the police then..?"

"Because I love you. And I don't want to loose you"

"I-"

"Let's talk about this when we get home, it's not safe here.."

She squeezed your hand slightly before kissing you, whispering a little "I love you so much" against your lips.

Once you were back at her house, she told you everything; how she met Richie, how they planned everything to frame Sam for the murders, how they found out she was Billy Loomis' daughter...

That was a lot to take.

"So... you almost killed Tara because Stab 8 is shit...? And you want to frame Sam for every murder?"

That was not a motive, you knew it. You should really tell the police. But you couldn't. The simple thought of living without her broke your heart.

"I can't say I understand, because I don't... but..." you sighed "Is it bad that I love you so much I want to help you..?"

"No no no no no, you're not putting yourself in danger! I really appreciate you wanting to help me but if something happens to you I will never forgive myself.."

"But I could- I could hack security cameras and other things, provide alibis for you... please I-I can't let you take all the risks..."

"Baby..." she cupped your cheeks "you're not going to give up are you..?"

"No"

She placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Just- don't put yourself in danger for me, okay?"

You were interrupted by your phone buzzing in you pocket. You looked at your screen.

"It's Sam. She wants us to come at Mindy's"

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"No, we're not doing this Y/n"

"I don't want to do it either, but we have to. I know she's suspecting me. I saw it in the way she looked at me."

"We'll find something else. I refuse to hurt you baby"

You sighed for maybe the 27th time this day.

"I'll be fine, just- avoid any useful organs. And if you don't want to do it, I'll just ask Richie"

"... Fine. But if it goes wrong I swear I-"

"Everything's gonna be alright, don't worry"

You took her hand in your, giving her a reassuring smile. The plan was simple;

Chad asked you to help him find a gift for Liv. You took the opportunity he gave you to plan your own attack. Ghostface would appear out of nowhere, stab you, then hopefully Chad would do something to help you.

As simple as it was, it did not went as planned.

Everything started as you expected, Amber appeared suddenly, chased you into an empty old shop, stabbed you 3 times in "safe areas", and Chad pushed her off you.

It was supposed to end here. He was supposed to help you escape right after that. But he didn't. He checked on you, swore under his breath at the amount of blood you were losing, and looked at Ghostface, who was lying on the ground.

"Hold on, I won't be long I promise" he told you before walking toward the killer

They fought, and to your horror, Chad was winning. He managed to throw the knife away, and was now on top of Ghostface, keeping him on the floor.

You got up painfully, your wounds burning at every move you made. You took the knife and walked toward them, clenching your teeth.

"Yes Y/n! Stab him! Kill this motherfucker!" Chad told you

You were now right next to them, and raised the knife.

You couldn't see his face, but there was no doubt he was shocked when he felt the knife sinking into his back. Amber managed to get out of his grip, as it got weaker.

Chad turned around, to see if it was you or another Ghostface that was attacking him.

You didn't even look at him, and stabbed him again. And again. And again. Until he wasn't moving anymore.

The knife slid out of your hand, before Amber took it as she heard footsteps coming form the right. She turned her voice changer off.

"I'm sorry baby..." she whispered

As someone entered the shop, she stabbed you once more, to be convincing, before running away.

You collapsed next to Chad, in a pool of both his blood and yours, before everything turned black.

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When you woke up at the hospital, you saw a worried Amber next to you, holding your hand, and your friends entering the room. Even Tara was here, in a wheelchair.

"How do you feel..?" she asked

"Not too bad... thanks to the pain killers I guess..."

Your lips curled into a weak smile, which disappeared quickly.

"What about Chad...? Is he alright...?"

Everyone looked down, not saying a word. Tears came to your eyes, blurring your vision. He was dead. You killed him.

Amber rubbed your arm in an attempt to confort you as you whipped your tears away.

"Maybe we should let her alone.."

"Yeah..."

Everyone got up to give you some space. You grabbed your girlfriend's hand before she could leave too.

"You want me to stay..?"

You nodded slowly. She sat beside you on the bed and wrapped her arms around you, as you snuggled up to her. You cried in her arms a little while, until your eyes were all puffy and red.

"It's my fault. I killed him I- shit..." your eyes hurt

"It's okay baby, you didn't mean to kill him, it was an accident"

"No I- I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. All I could think about was.. kill him kill him kill him. Or he will kill her. And it's not even the worst part... I don't feel anything"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't feel bad. I don't care that I killed him."

"Why were you crying then..?"

"I feel bad for not feeling anything... I'm a monster aren't I..?"

"Don't say that! If you didn't-" someone passed next to your room "If you didn't killed him he would've killed me, you said it yourself.. You're everything but a monster.."

"You only say that because I'm your girlfriend.."

"No baby, it's the truth.. You trust me right?"

"... yes..."

"Look at me and tell me you're not a monster"

"..."

"Baby..."

You looked at her.

"I'm not a monster.."

"That's right baby, you're my pretty girl, the nicest and kindest and most beautiful person in the world"

A little smile made its way up to your face, as you felt your face heat up. She smiled back at you before brushing her nose against yours.

A knock at your door made you both look up. It was Richie.

"I uh wanted to know how we would proceed for what's next"

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For the next part of the plan, you could only help from Amber's house, where you lived since you got out of the hospital. You hacked the security system Wes and Judy's house, and then the hospital's.

You felt kinda bad for Tara, she was a good friend and didn't deserved leaving in fear. She should've had a quick death without any pain.

When Amber got back from the hospital, she was euphoric. She didn't kill Tara, but Dewey Riley. You watched her with a little smile as she was jumping everywhere.

When she finally calmed down, you got up and helped her preparing the party, repeating what you had to do.

Once again, simple. And once again, it didn't go as planned.

Like before, it started well; Tara, Sam and Richie arrived at the party looking for Tara's inhaler, Amber took Tara into her room, Richie went "in the basement", and you stayed with Sam.

Richie attacked Mindy, Sam defended her while you try to stop the girl from bleeding too much. Amber and Tara came back, followed by Richie seconds later, and finally Liv entered the room.

"Fuck you Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!"

"I know"

Your girlfriend took Dewey's gun she was hiding behind her back and shot Liv in the head, before turning toward Sam.

"Welcome to act 3"

She tried to shoot her, but Tara pushed her arm, so she missed. You ran away, trying not to blow up your cover, taking a knife in the kitchen.

You then proceed to find Amber, to see what she did with that little fail. You rushed in her room, only to find her taping Tara's mouth.

"You're here" you said

Tara looked at you with pleading eyes, switching between you and the knife you were holding. You were about to break the poor girl's heart.

"Baby, why the knife?"

"To uh protect myself?"

She took a step closer to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against her.

"Not from me right?"

"No, not from you my love"

You kissed her with a smile, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"I need to go, see you in a minute baby" she whispered in your ear

She exited the room to set the next part of the plan. You turned your attention to Tara, whose eyes where teary and filled with tears.

"Oh Tara... don't cry sweetheart..." you whipped the tears that rolled down her cheeks "It won't hurt I promise.. we'll end this quickly"

With that, you closed the closet's door and got downstairs, where you met a woman you believed was Sidney Prescott entering the house.

"Put your hands up!"

You did as she told, acting scared.

"I- I didn't do anything please.."

"Why do have a knife?"

"To defend myself! I- there's a fucking killer in this house I don't want to die!"

Suddenly, her phone rung. She picked up. It seemed to be one of the Ghostface. She showed you the garden, mouthing "Gale" silently.

She made you move out of the way as she went upstairs, still on the phone with one of the killers, while you went outside to find Gale Weathers lying in the grass.

"Are you alive?" you asked

"No I'm dead. Of course I'm alive"

Even hurt she was sarcastic, she seemed to be okay.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question, but "are you okay" was too so I didn't know what to say"

You helped her standing up, taking the gun she had next to her and placing it between your belt and your jean, before you heard a loud noise coming from inside.

She tried to walk toward the house, but was forced to stop when you stabbed her.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go in there yet. But don't worry you'll see your friend before the end"

You waited until Amber got out of the house to tell you you could bring Gale in, which you did. Then, Amber and Richie made their speech about their plan and everything, before your girlfriend went upstairs to find Tara.

"She's not there!" you heard her yell

You looked at Richie.

"What do you mean she's not there?" he replied, before Sam throw herself at him, pushing him on the floor

He chased her as she escaped the room. You were alone with the two remaining originals.

"Fuck" you whispered

You clearly couldn't handle both on your own, so when they started moving at the same time, you rushed to Sidney, as you considered she was a bigger threat.

You stabbed her in the stomach, not far away from her other wound. She kicked you as a payback, re opening one of your own wounds, before you felt a sharp pain in your back as a blade sunk into your skin.

You were trapped between the two, incapable of moving even the slightest.

"I think that's mine" Gale said, taking the gun out of your belt

Shit shit shit! you thought.

Two gunshot were heard, and you felt a sharp pain in your leg. You tried your best to get the fuck away from the women, and as you did so, you heard a familiar voice

"No one touches my girlfriend you bitch."

The next five minutes were a little blurry for you because of the blood you were losing. When you regained plain consciousness, Sidney was hitting Amber with a hand sanitizer bottle.

"Fucking hand sanitizer?!" you heard your girlfriend say

You got up quietly and sneaked behind the women, before stabbing Sidney in the neck, under Gale's horrified look. Amber took this opportunity to take the woman's gun and shot her in the head, like she did for Liv.

Richie suddenly burst into the room, covered in blood.

"I got Sam, but I don't know where Tara is!"

"Right here dickhead."

That was Tara, raising a gun and shooting Richie in the chest. He shot her too, in the head. A painless death, like you promised. You heart still ached a little at the thought of your friend.

You sighed in relief. Everything was over. Everyone was dead. You could finally call the police and an ambulance.

But to your surprise, Richie turned over and pointed his gun right at you, ready to shoot. Fortunately, Amber saw him too, and shot him before he could hurt you.

You let yourself sink onto the floor.

"Is it over...? Or someone else will try to kill us..?"

"I think it's over.."

She sat next to you.

"Now we just have to call 911 and tell the police Sam went nuts and she and Richie tried to kill everyone.."

She soon did as she said, but quickly got back on the floor with you. You were both bleeding a lot, especially you, but your life wasn't in danger.

She took your hand in hers, rubbing little circles on it with her thumb.

"We made it.." her lips turned into a weak smile "I love you so much baby.."

[sachirobabe]

Hiii i’ve seen all your works and wonder if you can do Kuroo n Sachiro hcs with y/n pranking him that “every girls need to shed their skin once a month” while using the peeling mask and ask if they want to peel “the old skin” for them?

You can search that trend on tik tok OMG it’s god damn hilarious 😂, old trend but still makes me laugh so hard whenever coming across the vid.

Thank you so much for reading my reqs n please just enjoy and take your time!!

these are hilarious omg i love watching these when they come up on my fyp, i hope i did an okay job, ty for requesting babes😊🫶🏽

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Kuroo Tetsurou

You had been seeing this trend all over TikTok, now, your boyfriend was chronically online, but you’re hopeful he hadn’t seen it yet and would give you a funny reaction.

As you applied the thick layer of a peel-off mask, you impatiently wait for it to dry, checking your bedroom door to make sure he wasn’t coming in and catching you in the act.

Once it was finally dry, you went off to find him in the apartment. He was laying on the couch, his long legs dangling off the end, his hand lazily held up his phone and he scrolled through Instagram.

“Hey, Tetsu.” You do your best to smile, already feeling the mask peeling by your mouth. He returns your smile, turning off his phone and sitting up, bringing his arms out for you to cuddle with him. “Do you want to help me with something?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?” He asks and slightly frowns when he sees you take a seat next to him instead of in his lap. He notices a shiny layer of…something on your face.

You took a deep breath, pretending to be nervous. His radar immediately went off and now he was worried something had happened. “You know how every girl needs to shed their skin once a month, right?”

His expression shifted from concerned to confusion, “Wait, what? What do you mean shed your skin?”

“Yeah,” You insisted, trying to keep a straight face, “like when a girl is near her period, she needs to shed.”

“Do you…mean the lining of the uterus?” He asks even more confused, because that’s the only shedding he knows…and he can’t really help much when it comes to that.

You shake your head and maintain composure, “No, I mean on my face. I need help peeling off my old skin, do you think you can help?”

He blinks, clearly baffled, “This wasn’t taught during school.”

“It’s kind of a secret with girls, you remember how they separated the girls and boys? Well, this is why.” You say.

“Okay…” he says skeptically, “I’ll help you, babe.”

You grew excited internally, “Here, start from the edge.” You guide his hand to your face, where it was already lifting. He looks at you cautiously, not wanting to hurt you. “It won’t hurt, don’t worry.” You chuckle.

He nods and decides to give it a shot, he hesitates for a moment, but then carefully takes the edge of the “skin” and began peeling it off. His expression is shocked, revealing the smooth skin underneath, “This isn’t real?!”

“Yes it is! I was just nervous to tell you, so I never asked you to help me.” You say, trying to prolong his reaction.

“This is so weird! Why does it come off like this?” He says baffled.

You laugh, not able to hold it in longer and he’s even more confused now. “Tetsu,” you laugh, holding your stomach, “It’s a face mask, babe.”

He froze, but then bursts out laughing, “I thought I had a lizard girlfriend for a second there.”

You grinned and hugged him, “Aww, did I get you?”

He wraps his arms around you securely and continues to chuckles, “I’ll get you back, babe. I won’t forget it.”

Hirugami Sachiro

Your boyfriend sat at the kitchen table, doing some homework. You had gotten the idea from a particularly funny TikTok and decided it’d be perfect to try on him.

You quickly apply the face mask and wait until it’s dry to go interrupt his productive work. “Hi, Sachiro.” You called softly.

You drew his attention from his books and laptop, “Hi, sweetheart.” He smiles, grateful for the well needed break. “Everything alright?” He opens his arms and you sit softly in his lap, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Your expression grew serious, catching him off guard, “You’re aware that every month girls need to shed their skin, right?”

He furrows his brows, not understanding, “What? I’ve never heard of that.”

“Yeah, every girl does it, but it’s supposed to be a secret.” You held in your laughter at his cute expression. “Do you think you could help me?”

“Help you…peel your skin?” He asks to confirm what you’re asking him to do.

You nod, he thinks you’re oddly calm about this, “It’s my time of the month, and I want my dear boyfriend to help me.” You smile at him, feeling the mask peel a little.

He notices the ring around your mouth, he’s even more confused than he is in organic chemistry currently. “Your dear boyfriend is confused.” He chuckles. You try your best to explain it to him again, and still, he looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Are you feeling well, sweetheart?” He asks

You softly laugh, “I feel fine. Here, let me guide you.” You offer and he nods, giving you permission to continue.

He can feel something ready to be peeled, “Is this normal? I think you’re lying.” He says skeptically.

“I’m serious! Please help.” You pout.

He can’t say no to that face, “Okay, okay.” He says and begins peeling the “skin”, his jaw drops open as he sees that it is indeed peeling off.

“Oh, this one’s a good one. Last month’s was very patchy.” You comment and he looks baffled that this is happening.

“I don’t even…is this supposed to—what is going on?” He stumbles over his words and continues peeling.

You could barely contain your laughter, his face contorts even more at your laugh, wondering what was so funny. “Honey,” you laugh uncontrollably, “it’s just a face mask.”

“I didn’t believe it for a second!” He tries to save himself, “I knew you were lying.”

“Oh sure.” You continue laughing.

“It’s true!” He pouts at you.

You hugged him tightly, “I saw it on TikTok.”

“I will be getting you back.” He points a finger at you in attempts to make you intimidated—it doesn’t work.

[amusingmusie]

I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop. 

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess. 

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image. 

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes. 

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks. 

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better. 

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment. 

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on. 

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway. 

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.” 

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too. 

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is. 

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes. 

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone. 

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel. 

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile. 

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs. 

History always repeats itself. 

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Feb 14 - lips

Cowboy James 🤠

Inspired my @regulusmydarlin here's the one where Reggie finally cracks 🤗

Previous part first part

~

"Has anyone ev'r told ya you're gorgeous?" James pondered, running a finger along the side of Regulus's face.

"You have. On multiple occasions, if I recall correctly." Regulus replied, eyes still on his book.

"Y'do indeed." James replied with a grin. "An' I'm gonna keep doin' it." He added, flicking a silky black curl. Regulus sent him a little side-glare, and James chuckled.

"Honestly, though, darlin', how could I not tell you over n' over? Ev'ry time ah see you, ah’m flabbergasted at how darn pretty y'are."

Regulus scoffed.

"Real smooth, Potter." He droned. James smirked.

"What, d'ya want me t' go inta detail? Would that convince ya?"'

"If it would make you happy, go right ahead, nosy." Regulus encouraged, still fondly holding onto that nickname.

"Mmm, alrigh'. T’ start, y’r hair is gorgeous," James began, twirling a curl around his finger. " 's so shiny and bouncy, an' y'look divine when y'laugh or turn 'round, it alw'ys bounces n' lands perfectly. Your hands, god, th’r the prettiest hands ah’ve ever seen, ah honestly don' un’erstand. Th'r thin and delicate and y'r skin overall is jus' such a pretty, markable compl'xion..." James trailed off, observing Regulus. The man still hadn’t reacted, staring downward, though James could tell he was no longer actively reading; he was listening intently.

"And don' even get me started on y'r lips, darlin'. Th'r sinfully stunnin', so pink and jus' the perfect plumpn'ss, ev'ry time I look at you I jus' wanna kiss ya. I wanna bite 'em and make 'em all swollen and shiny... s'pose tha's a bit off topic..." James trailed off with a smirk. He caught a little tick at the corner of Regulus's mouth.

"Then th'rs your waist, y'r whole damn body, with y'r long limbs n' pretty legs and that fuckin' arse... ah mean, Christ almighty, if ah wasn' a sinner before ah met you..." the cowboy didn't even finish the sentence, but Regulus got the implication. It was getting harder for James to focus. Pointing out all these rather delectable things about Regulus, sitting right next to him, made it hard to not simply shut up and devour the man.

"But ah think my fav'rite’s gotta be y'r eyes." He spoke, and he noticed Regulus's posture straighten slightly. The younger man hadn't expected this.

"Ev'ry time ah look into y'r eyes ah feel like 'm drownin'. Ah've nev'r seen nothin' like 'em, really. Th'r like a storm an' a silver bullet at the same time, all steely and sparkly and just fuckin' stunnin’. Ah could look into y'r eyes fr'vr, sugar." James's voice had dropped, but it was soft. Like he was getting lost just talking about Regulus's eyes. 

Apparently, that was the key.

James’s face split into a delighted grin as he watched a blotchy red spread across Regulus's cheeks and exposed neck. Unable to help himself, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the red spots.

"So tha' was all it took, huh? Ah feel like ah jus' foun’ the 8th world wonder." James drawled cheerily, and Regulus rolled his eyes, but was still furiously blushing. James leaned forward again, sucking more red marks onto his neck.

"Maybe, if ah mark y'up, tha' pretty blush will last fr'ver." James murmured, dragging his tongue over Regulus's Adam's apple to the other side. Regulus shivered slightly, and he felt James's grin against him.

"Watcha think 'bout that?"

"I think Sirius would kill you." Regulus hummed, but he tilted his head back to give the cowboy easier access.

"Ah think 's worth it if ev'ryone else would know y'r mine." Regulus turned his head slightly, and James paused.

"Am I yours?" He questioned, not looking directly at James.

"D'ya wanna be?" James asked in response, and Regulus bit his lip.

"Yes."

"Then tha's that." James stated, but his grin stretched from ear to ear. He pulled Regulus in for a proper kiss this time, licking into his mouth hungrily. Regulus let out a huff of air, throwing his book on a nearby chair and pulling James down towards him.

"Now," James broke away to pant, hovering over Regulus. "What do ah hafta do to make y' blush all over like that?" He murmured, voice growing husky. Regulus groaned, pulling him down again, and James spent the rest of the night finding out.

~

"Hey, pretty." James drawled as he walked into the room, where Regulus and Pandora were sprawled on the couch. As he said it, he made direct eye contact, his gaze intense. And just like that, Regulus was a red as a tomato. Pandora gasped.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed, before clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Sorry!" She squeaked, and James laughed, a rumbling chuckle from his chest.

"Don' worry, doll, 's nothin' ah have'n heard before." James said, and Pandora blushed.

"Right, of course. Sorry, just... I've never seen Regulus flustered. Ever. I didn't even know he could blush!" She declared, and James laughed again.

"Took me a secon' t’ figure it out, too." He admitted, plopping down on the couch next to Regulus, who was pointedly ignoring the charming man next to him.

"Aww, Reggie's all hot and bothered!!" Pandora cooed, and the man sent her a glare. She burst into a fit of giggles, which was soon joined by James's hearty chuckle.

"I hate you both."

~

"Howdy, Sirius." James greeted as he walked into the bar, followed by Regulus.

"Well hey there, partner." Sirius replied, grinning as he wiped out a glass. "And Reggie! What are you two doing together?" Sirius wondered, and James shot a look back at Regulus.

"Well, ah was jus' comin' here t' see ya, when ah ran into lil Reggie here in the parkin' lot." James drawled, and Regulus heavily resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Oh, how funny!" Sirius commented, setting the glass down and leaning his arms on the bar. "Hope he wasn't too rude to you." He added, sending a warning look at his brother, who did roll his eyes this time.

"Aw, naw, he's been a righ’ angel." James replied, smirking at the smaller man. Sirius scoffed, sweeping a glance at Regulus.

"I don’t know who you met, but I don't think it's my brother." He grumbled, and James laughed.

"Don' worry, he's been plen'y polite. Very gentlemanly." James assured Sirius, and Regulus had to hold back a laugh. He didn't think anyone would find him or James very gentlemanly if they knew what the two had been getting up to over the past few days.

Sirius shrugged, taking the towel off his shoulder and grabbing another glass.

"Well, I have to tend to some folks, but let me know if you're feeling thirsty." He said with a wink, before moving to the other end of the bar.  James scooted over closer to Regulus, so they were shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Real subtle." Regulus murmured, letting his gaze travel around the bustling bar, not the gorgeous hunk next to him. He couldn't be too obvious with Sirius only a few feet away, whether he was busy or not.

"Right?" James agreed, and Regulus sighed. "Y'know, y'look even prettier under these dumb lights. Ev'ryone else looks all weird n’ wash’d out, but y'look like a damn vision. An' y'r eyes just reflect all the colors, it's stunnin’." James commented, and Regulus could feel his cheeks heat. He could also, suddenly, feel his brother’s eyes on him. He turned his head, locking eyes with similar grey ones, which were soon moving closer.

"Are you blushing?" Sirius asked, astounded.

"No." Regulus snapped, trying to step away from James as casually as possible. "Must be the lighting."

It didn't work.

"Mm, no, you're definitely blushing! And you two were standing awfully close... James, are you fucking my baby brother?" Sirius questioned, in true, blatant, Sirius Black fashion. The cowboy answered without hesitation.

"W're datin', actually." Sirius's jaw dropped open.

"So this is where you've been going?" He screeched to Regulus, gesturing wildly at James.

"Yes..." Regulus replied, sheepish.

"And you didn't tell me?" Sirius's voice was only rising in pitch and volume.

"Listen," James cut in, placing a hand on Regulus's lower back. Sirius tracked the movement, and Regulus couldn't quite read his face. "Ah know he's y'r baby brother, an' y'r protective, but—"

"Whoa, whoa. Yeah, I wish he was still a baby. But I have no misconceptions about Regulus's lack of virginity and all. I know he dates and fucks. Hell, he told me the first day he met you how badly he wanted to fuck you." Sirius rambled, and Regulus shot him a death stare as James looked down at him smugly.

"I'm offended because Regulus didn't tell me. How could you not spill that you were hitting this?!" Sirius exclaimed, gesturing to the cowboy next to Regulus, who grinned.

"Because you told me not to!" Regulus cried out, throwing his hands up in the air. He wasn't a generally expressive person, but when it came to Sirius, he gestured a lot.

"Yes, as a rebound. But since you agreed to date him, clearly you're in a better state than I thought. I'm proud of you, baby bro." Sirius grinned, holding out a fist to Regulus. The younger man frowned, looking at it as though it were a puzzle. James chuckled, before demonstrating.

" ‘s a fist bump. Y’ bump his w’th y’rs, like this." He explained, before bumping his fist against Sirius's. Regulus raised a haughty eyebrow at the both of them, before rolling his eyes and bumping Sirius's fist. James held out a fist next, grinning eagerly. Regulus gave him an exasperated look, but when they bumped fists and James brought his out in an explosion, he couldn't help a small smile.

God, was he turning into a sap??

Minutes later, when James snaked a hand around his waist and whispered pretty and stunning into his ear, he confirmed that yes, he absolutely was.

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1656 words :)

[animedingus]

I'll Help! ||Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader Blurb||

Hey! My name is Pres, I was a somewhat well-known writer for the Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody fandom back in 2019/2020 with my blog @deaky-trash!!! I have returned to write once more with my new favorite thing in the world - One Piece! I am absolutely in love with the one and only Vinsmoke Sanji, but please bear with me! I have only made it to Skypiea so far, so I don't have the most extensive knowledge! Hope y'all enjoy my first fanfic in a long long time!!!

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Pairing: Sanji x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smoking, Swearing, Injury

Word Count: 996

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You sat in the dining room of the ship, watching as that damn flirt cooked the night’s dinner. He moved gracefully across the floor, moving from one task to the next with such precision it appeared as if he were performing a well-rehearsed dance, each step and turn executed with the elegance and purpose of a seasoned dancer. His long legs moved across the kitchen swiftly, and there was something about him…

No! No, you can’t. He flirts with every pretty face. You can’t be the special one, right? But god, he’s so gorgeous… The cigarette smoke billowing from his cigarette and covering him in this sexy haze, his blonde hair that looked oh, so soft and shiny, his sweet smile. It was mesmerizing watching him cook, and he was so natural, so beautiful in this moment of doing what he loves.

“Need help, Sanji?” you asked softly from where you were sitting. He looked up from the stove and turned to you, that same damn smile plastered across his face. His cute face… No, stop that!

Sanji laughed a bit. “Sure! I wouldn’t mind some help.” His voice was so smooth, so sweet, and it was so much more loving whenever he spoke to you. Your heart swelled as you approached the kitchen counter, giddy to be helping him in the kitchen. It felt as if you were a little kid again, your heart pounding in your chest every time you approached the tall blonde. Even the sound of your name rolling off his tongue made you blush.

“How about you toss those in and watch them fry? I have to cut up some meat,” he said, handing you a metal bowl with sliced potatoes. He continued in a teasing tone, “I trust that you can watch some fries,” before giving you a wink and turning to the counter across from the stove.

You poured the potatoes into the frying oil, the hot oil splashing back and hitting you on the cheek and neck. “Shit!” you shouted, jumping out of instinct and knocking over the pot of scalding vegetable oil. The wood sizzled, and it splashed against your legs before Sanji could even react. You winced in pain and Sanji scooped you up, away from the oil and onto the counter. He himself avoided it, stepping over the burning puddle to grab a first aid kit from the cabinet.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping between your knees and applying burn cream to the areas where the oil splashed onto your skin. He was never this close before.

“I think so… Did it get you at all, Sanji?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His gentle hand rubbed some of the cooling ointment against your cheek, making you blush. He squatted to wrap your shins in the bandages from the first aid. His hands were so gentle, and every touch to your skin was deliberate and sweet. He made sure not to let himself place too much pressure on the burns. He looked up at you reassuringly, wanting to be absolutely certain that you were okay. He cursed himself internally, wishing it were him instead. His frown was evident, and it made you upset in turn.

“Sanji… It’s not your fault, it was an accident. I promise, I don’t blame you at all for anything that happened,” you said softly, reaching down to rustle his hair in a show of affection. That frown softened into a pout, knowing that despite your forgiveness, he still blamed himself for your injuries.

“I still feel bad. Your beautiful skin, and your perfect face got burned.”

Seeing him kneel in front of you like that, with his hands on your knees and your legs spread apart, and that pathetic, begging pout on his face did things to you. You laughed a bit and motioned for him to stand back up, him following the direction of your hand. You cupped his face, pulling him close.

“I promise, Sanji. I’m fine.”

Now, his cheeks were glowing a bright shade of pink, his eyes darting around the room to avoid eye contact. Another giggle escaped your mouth and you turned his face to ensure his eyes locked with yours. You had officially broken the poor man, and it looked as if he was about to melt into a puddle alongside the oil on the kitchen floor.

Sanji finally met your gaze, his eyes a mix of concern and something softer, something more vulnerable. The warmth of your hands on his face seemed to ground him, and for a moment, the world outside the kitchen faded away. It was just the two of you, surrounded by the chaos of a minor kitchen disaster, yet in a bubble of intimacy that neither of you had anticipated.

"You're always taking care of us, Sanji," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the ship. "Let someone take care of you for a change."

His eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a small, genuine smile. "I guess I'm not used to being on this side of things," he admitted, his voice a blend of amusement and something akin to wonder.

Then, in a move that surprised both of you, you gently pulled him closer, bridging the gap between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was tentative at first but grew more confident as Sanji responded. It was a kiss that spoke of new beginnings, of a shared understanding and a mutual respect that had blossomed into something more.

When you finally broke the kiss, the room seemed a little brighter, the mishap with the oil a distant memory. Sanji stood up straight, a newfound determination in his eyes. "Let me finish dinner. You should rest.”

“I could always help finish up dinn-”

Before you could finish, Sanji had already brought you back to your original seat at the dining table. “Absolutely not going to happen.”

[dreamyvill]

Crowned Jewel

Paring: Simon Riley x black!reader

My first time writing in a bit barely proofread so be nice and happy new years. Xoxo honey

You remember the day you first saw him, the sky was bright and blue the air was crisp the humidity was low and perfect for you to finally wear that silk press you’d been fiercely protecting. It was warm out in autumn enjoying the trees and stepping on all the leaves to hear there crunch. Taking deep soothing breaths as you walked in your favorite art store needed a refill on your acrylic paints, your first big commission all your hard work finally paying off. It excited you that someone else saw the beautiful darkness you’d painted. it fueled you.

Taking the little red basket and roaming the isles, your fingertips taking the tubes of paint in your hands looking carefully at the colors, call it obsessive but you had curated the perfect hex codes for the exact colors you’d dreamed up to bring it to life. Everything was perfect and you had unknowingly entranced a certain big blonde lieutenant, who just couldn’t take his eyes off you, completely dazed until he was disrupted by your moving on and gathering in the next isle. Enamored he’d follow making sure to stay behind enough to see you not at all worried about you seeing him.

Floating through your sanctuary you collected everything reaching for your purse to grab your money. Error “I’m so sorry the system crashed so if you could give me a minute to log in on the other register.” The young man working who looked no older than eighteen said you could sense the nervous breakdown he was in the brink of thinking of the horrid day and people he had to deal with in retail. A quick nod “of course please take your time.” And he was off leaving you look around the register eyes landing on the little knickknacks few and far between the registers.

Only then do you take notice to the big man near you just now feeling the eyes singed into your hide looking over making eye contact with the surely intimidating man waving at him with a wide lipped smile, god how pretty you looked when you look up at him your pretty eyes trailing up his body to find his eyes, locking into them offering a smile. It’s not fair how the fantasies he’d have about taking his cock into your pretty mouth how teary your eyes would get wouldn’t be real.

The way your hips swayed as you walked your bouncy ass making sure each step looked like a little skip, the jeweled rings that adorned your fingers all a shiny gold the smooth glow of your skin. Glistening as you passed the big panel windows of the store, and your hair resting on the back of your shoulder layered against your face little hairs he’d kill anyone for touching. No only he’d smooth and tuck those hairs don’t get him started on your pearly white teeth and plump lips glossed down.

He needed you his precious jewel

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Birthday Cake (Azul Ashengrotto)

There’s actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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“Tesouro, what is this?”

“It's a cake!”

“Yes, I can see that. I'm wondering why there is a cake on my table?”

It's technically a miniature cake, one that certainly will be gone in very few slices, even if cut quite thin. It's the color of sand, clearly imitating the ocean floor, with some shiny pearls and gold coins and white shells scattered, all very small but abundant. The most attention catching part of it is the beautiful black octopus on top, its tentacles curling around in intricate swirls, the 'skin' shimmering under his office's lights. The blue eyes and stylishly askew fedora make it very clear who that is supposed to be.

“Well…” (Y/N) smiles at him that way that makes him have to swallow the ink threatening to spill out. What was it Mr. Shroud said the other day? His disadvantage against her cuteness would be the end of him. “Your birthday is tomorrow!”

“Yes. Well, technically, it's today, it is past midnight.”

They both should be in bed, actually. Monstro Lounge would have an event to celebrate his birthday, the day promises to be a busy one. Azul is already pushing his luck by being awake right now, way past his bedtime, but his anxiety to make sure things were going perfectly smooth did not let him rest until he had checked every nook and cranny and annoyed Floyd to the point of moping.

Then his girlfriend asked for a few minutes of his attention and he is a weak, weak guppy when it comes to her.

Maybe Mr. Shroud is onto something.

So here he is, sitting on his comfortable office chair, having a staring contest with a miniature version of himself while his girlfriend beams at him.

“I made this for you,” and she must've seen the beginnings of his conflict for she immediately holds his hand and squeezes. “I made sure it won't break your calorie intake for the day. At least, not too much! It's a special recipe Vil and Trey helped me prepare.”

(Y/N) asking Trey for help is nothing new—and maybe Azul has some insecurities about it despite knowing the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden sees her as a sibling—, but for her to go to Vil, of all people? The only other person who's even more meticulous with his food intake than Azul and Riddle combined?

God, he loves her.

“I know you're not going to actually eat the cake you prepared for the party,” she glares a bit at him and he shrugs. The matter of his maybe a bit too strict eating habits is a delicate subject they're still breaching into, “so I made this! This way, you'll have the chance to eat a proper cake slice on your birthday!”

God, he loves her.

Taking her hand to his lips, he gives her soft skin as many kisses as he can, his hearts filling with warmth greater than the sun of Scarabia and ten times more nourishing.

“The octopus…?”

“I made him by hand! Took a lot of tries, Ace and Deuce might have diarrhea for a few days… but, hey, they agreed to it.”

Azul can only giggle, giddiness bubbling up his chest and making his head fuzzy.

“Let us share it, then.”

She agrees with a happy squeal, grabbing the knife and a plate—and only now he notices that she actually made a whole display with ocean themed plates and cups. By the smell, he can tell it is his favorite tea, the one he drinks when he needs to relax before bed with a good book.

God, he is loved.

“You can have it,” he says when she offers him the first cake slice.

She blinks. He blinks.

A blush rises to her cheeks.

“R… really?”

“... Yes?” he's a bit confused, but he's not going to complain about her cuteness, not now not ever.

“I guess it's not a thing here, but… back home, we give the first slice of our birthday cake to the person we love the most. So… thank you! I promise I'll give you the first slice of mine.”

God, he's going to spew ink on the cake.

[terrence-silver]

Terry getting jealous of a guy Beloved meets at a gala, or literally anywhere lol. I’d like to see him getting overprotective and angry 🤭

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During the afterparties of black tie events, all the gamblers tend to come out.

Champagne is copious and the podium contains ice sculptures and pyramids made out of filled liquor glasses trickling down, like a sparkling fountain. The jazz is loud and blaring as nightgowns shimmy back and forth on the shiny podium. Laughter resonates across the gold lit, music-filled hall of the Ritz's lushly carpeted Banquet Room. A wooden, dark mahogany roulette wheel spins with a gaggle of curious gawking eyes following it's circular motion like a hypnotic carousel and you make yourself at ease in the crowd. When Terry tends to leave, he tends to leave for but a second. His absences as short as they can be and the presence of his vice grip, or at least the shadow of it, so poignant, that even when he's gone, you feel like he's right beside you, lingering to the point you barely even notice you joined the company of people looking at the roulette wheel and that someone was addressing you. -"Wanna help me with a lucky number?"- The suited up man next to the dealer asks, the frilly collar of his black bow tie untied and disheveled. He seemed like he had a couple of extra drinks from the champagne pyramid tonight. You aim for the political correctness of politeness regardless.

-"Oh, I'd rather not. Don't want to be responsible if you hit a losing number."-

You try, apologetically, to shake him off and being as nice as you could about it. Really, in all honesty, the last thing you wanted was to irk an inebriated man in spite of the security detour at all exits or in equal measure be responsible for him throwing money out the window at your personal suggestion. He gives you a lingering look, up and down, like he was assessing you. -"You're Silver's, right?"- He asks, slurring a little and my god, was it that obvious? Like it was stamped on your forehead. The fact is almost amusing. You chuckle. Terry would feel proud at that one, especially considering the possessive noun that was attached to the state of belonging to Silver. -"You know him?"- You inquire, more with the objective of making small talk for its own sake than anything else. -"Who doesn't, c'mon. He's bigger than the economy of Denmark."- The man shakes his head and you quite honestly don't know what to say to that, not wanting to chortle in front of a drunk man, even though, admittedly, the statement was funny was much as it was undoubtedly true. -"So? Suggestion? From a friend's friend to another friend? I can handle a bit of losing, promise."- You sigh at his insistence, capitulating. You supposed it was partially your fault for deciding to tune out from the party in front of the crowded roulette wheel table of all places, but you digressed. -"Okay, if you absolutely insist then; Black. Twenty eight."- You shake your head, managing a harmless smile, watching the man place his bet on the smooth green layout in front of the dealer. The wheel spins.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a familiar arm.

Terry's finger's sneaking themselves around your waist from behind.

-"Quit while you're ahead, Al, all the best gamblers do."-

You feel his chuckle against the back of your spine as he addresses the slightly tipsy guy and you feel instantly relieved and in equal measure, tense. Something about Terry addressing people with sayings and proverbs always carried the scent of danger about it. Like he was giving them an artificially kind piece of life advice with a double meaning before encouraging them to drink some Arsenic. -"Terry! How are you!"- The titular Al extends his hand across the table of chips and dices, shaking hands ardently while Terry's other free arm was promptly slung around you. You knew his penchant for jealousy and you genuinely hoped that you being accidentally (and involuntarily) chatted up by a drunk guy at a party full of people with champagne glasses in their hands wouldn't induce any of his envy, but watching their friendly exchange, you count your blessings. Yeah, they were probably just acquittances and everything was fine. -"I imagine it's my lucky night tonight! I had your lovely companion giving me tips."- Al clarifies gesturing at you, downing a straight shot of Cognac like it was water. Lovely. He called you lovely. You nearly bite your tongue imagining what was going on in the back of Terry's head, envisioning the grinding wheels.

His grip around you tightens seamlessly.

-"Since I see you're already introduced, I might wanna give you your next one."-

Terry's all charm and all smiles, but you sense a backhanded sort of politeness and veiled hostility in that statement, looking around the crowd, wondering if any of the energized faces focusing on the game noticed, finding they were fading into a blur of euphoria. -"Your turn, sir."- The dealer suited up with white gloves announces and you really wanted to get away from this table; while you were never a fan of chatty drunks and you made an endeavor to avoid them and be tactical with them if you could, you didn't exactly think they deserved some terrible fate befalling them merely for making the mistake of speaking to you. Terry did, though. That's exactly what worried you. -"Hit me, baby!"- Al excitedly slaps his hands together, ready for the next round. -"Oh, I'll hit you alright, pal."- Terry interjects and at that point, the alarms are off in your head. God, god, god, no, please. Nothing about those words was actually amicable or well intentioned as they seemed. You feel Terry's fingers practically dig into the fabric of your attire, squeezing. -"Red, twenty eight."- As promised, Terry makes his suggestion, leaning over to Al and dealer, taking note of it, spins the wheel. The dice turns and turns, until it lands on the wrong number and Al throws hands back, disappointed and making no effort to hide it. In fact, his emotional outburst was colorful enough to have people staring. -"Oh, man! Seriously!"-

-"Told you to quit while you're ahead."-

Terry jokes and at that point, you're officially numb with anxiety.

What was he planning?

-"Oh, brother. I need a drink. They're taking the fucking skin off my back."-

Al swipes an exasperated hand through his hair, stumbling backwards and turning around, heading for the bar, the crowd starting to whisper, alerted by his loud display of obscenities. Terry was doing this on purpose. He was, wasn't he? Smoothly talking this guy into acting out and embarrassing himself. -"What are you doing?"- You demand, furiously, whispering into Terry's ear, irked and annoyed once he responds by snuggling closer until his cheek is practically pressed against yours in a possessive, jealous display. No. Seriously. This had to stop. Now. -"The dealer owes me a favor and the owner of the establishment is an old friend."- Terry coos and of course he had connections at places like this. The aforementioned dealer meets his gaze and they nod at each other in mutual understanding and you gulp, feeling uneasy. -"He lost ten thousand dollars because of you, Terry!"- You seethe, whispering. -"So? The price he pays for looking at you like you're something to devour."- He's drunk, you yearn to retort swiftly. He's looking at everyone and everything like it's something to devour. Time's short, though and Al comes waddling back to the roulette table, a fresh drink in hand. Oh, for the love of god. Terry's arm around you is in a vice grip at that point, holding you in place. You dig your fingers into his wrist, but he doesn't budge. You swear you hear him chuckle, in fact. -"Okay, I feel hot!"- Al shouts with a newfound hope for winning and Terry strategically leans over, whispering the next number. -"Black twenty two."- You hear Terry mutter and you dig your nail into his arms, fidgeting to the side, trying to get him to leave this nonsense behind. The wheel spins and Al looses again.

-"No! Seriously!? Again!? Come the fuck on!"- He yells.

You were pretty certain the entire hall was looking at the the man at that point.

-"Terry..."- You try, silently, almost begging, regret lurching in your belly.

-"They're trying to hold an honest gambler down. You gonna stand for that, my man, huh?"-

Terry leans over for, perhaps, the third time in a row, muttering into the man's ear's, dripping in some verbal venom, and it hits you there and then, that to an outsider looking in, it must've seemed like Mr. Silver was trying to de-escalate the situation and talk the guy into calming down, but closely glued to Terry as you were, held unto by his arm, it was blatantly obvious that that meanspirited glint in his eyes was present in his hooded gaze. He was trying to make sure this man gets thrown out of here by security and blacklisted from attending future events, wasn't he?

He was annihilating what he thought was his competition, right?

Of course that's what he was doing.

Terry's hand travels discreetly south until he's touching your thigh and you, in a sense, get your confirmation. He was being territorial. -"Oh brother, the system is fucking rigged! I should've gone to Vegas."- Al starts slurring, antagonized, dropping his drink and spilling half of it over his tuxedo and hissing as a result, throwing his dice aggressively, until it bounced off of the table with a loud clank and landed on the floor. -"They don't want a self-made Industrialist making it big and scoring his slice of the American dream."- Terry quietly encourages, filling this guy's head with conspiracies and you discreetly try to nudge him in the ribs to get him to stop. You got it, okay? You got it! He didn't like people having your attention even if it was for all but five seconds, but this has gone on for too long, with your attempts interrupted by a suited up security detour interrupting he drunken ruckus and placing their hands on the man's shoulders with the intention of leading him outside of the venue, getting his attention with a diplomatic Sir, please, we'll escort you. -"Oh, fuck you, man! Don't touch me!"- He shouts, slinging his shoulder backwards at a futile attempt to throw hands as the security grabbed him, fully willing to drag him, if need be. You cover your mouth with your hand, unable to look at the scene, feeling all of this was your doing. You fault. All of it. Silently, Terry's finger finds your chin and tilts it back, ever so gently, where the gesture might've been mistaken for affection, making you look. -"Let me play! I've a constitutional right to win! The same as those old money Wasps do! Get fucked!"-

The shouting escalates and soon fades.

He's pushed down a back exit somewhere down the corridor.

The hallways echoing with his cussing until it promptly disappears.

The whispering and chatting in the grand hall continues, waiters making rounds.

The gossip making just as many around the stacked bar and the smoking joint.

Terry undoubted got his wish; getting rid of someone who was in your sphere.

Didn't even have to move his tiniest pinkie to achieve that.

-"You did that on purpose. As revenge over him just speaking to me."-

You state the obvious, your voice low and sour. His hand finally lets go of your waist and instead sneaks a feel of your lower back and posterior. You click your tongue, swiftly moving away from the damnable roulette table before he can get too handsy, because the last thing you needed after that circus is him getting horny too, atop of everything, even though you felt it was already too late for that. Him merely influencing someone getting into trouble like this was often enough to get him going, like an aphrodisiac. -"Don't wanna talk smack about him, but old Al's always had a bit of a gambling problem. I had no idea he had a violence problem too."- Terry feigns sympathy peppered with the cutting edge of mockery as he follows suit, behind you, ever the gentleman, adjusting his lapels, his nostrils positively flaring with mirth, leaving you with the only slightest trace of anger in his tone, subdued and buried under layers of sarcasm, coming through like some sort of venomous thing. -"If it puts your mind at ease, I'll have Milos send him a 'Get Well' fruit basket the minute we're outta here."- Terry promises and you were certain he'd do that solely as some sort of elaborate victory dance over some gambling drunk. Worst of all, he'd seem like a nice guy for it. -"Schemer!"- You practically spit when he grabs you ass again and his arms take hold of your shoulders, spinning you around to face him the second you reach a secluded hallway, his eyes close enough to reflect your face back to you like a mirror. -"Oh, deep down, you know you liked it."- He taunts, purring, bearing his teeth in a shark-like smile.

-"You love it when I scheme and don't get caught for it."-

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 8 - ‘Betrayed’

Melione’s POV

‘Rain.. fuck. Why does it have to rain at night.. or more specifically.. when I’m feeling the most nerve-‘

“Meli are ye riding wi’ me?”

That was Soap who interrupted my thoughts, as I stood by the door watching the pouring rain, ready to head out. Soap had come to see me last night, and stayed with me until I fell asleep, so I had rested well knowing he was there. Now I turned to see him in his full gear, and his hair slicked back nicely. His blue eyes focused on me as I replied honestly,

“Of course.. you know I ride with you.”

He sent me his usual dorky smile and patted my chest, 

“A’ight. Le’s go.”

But then I saw Ghost out of the corner of my eye, walking out through the other door, and I instantly knew,

 ‘Wherever Soap is, Ghost is.’

I grasped onto the strap on Soap’s vest before he walked off as I asked,

“Does Ghost always ride with you?”

His eyes told me everything I needed to know, they sank a bit as he avoided my answer with a different choice of words,

“Listen lass, you both were messed up last night and he didn’t know-“

“It still hurt like hell Soap, and if you don’t know anything then don’t say anything-“

“Ya called him a monster, Melione. And tha’s his biggest fear... so, ya both hurt each other.”

 ‘oh God.. I called him a- shit. How could I? Why did I? Why can’t I remember saying that.. or anything for that matter..’

I let go off Soap’s vest and smooth the spot I had held onto as I said regretfully,

“Fuck.. I don’t even-“

“ALRIGHT HEAD OUT!! You’re all heading to Alejandro’s base!!”

That was Captain Price who shouted at us, giving us the cue to start leaving. I was left with no words as Soap only advised me with caring words and a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Give yerselves some space eh? Until the storm clears out. Ya both are still hurt and shite, might only cause more if ye don’t give it time to die down.”

 ‘As much as I hate to wait to talk about things.. I have too. He’s right.’

“Ok.. thanks Soap.”

He tsked with a short smile,

“I’s what friends are for mate.”

“Friends?”

Soap must of realized what he said and the depth of it as he was quick to bite back,

“Sorry, ye know what-“

Laying a hand on his shoulder I put him to a stop as I confirmed,

“I don’t mind.. I haven’t had one in a while, friend.”

And his smile came back,

‘There he is..’

“I’m Johnny.”

His outstretched hand welcomed mine, but when I took it, I freely wanted to tell him mine, to have at least someone to know me, the real me. But the remembering of my name never came.

 ‘What the hell... what’s my name? I can’t be that compromised..’

Soap’s POV

‘Does she not want to share her name? Or doesn’t remember it perhaps?’

“I don’t remember my name..”

‘Ohh shite...’

Another big fear of being in a job like ours, which comes with a lot of hiding, secrets and lies.. is to forget who ya really are, even yer name. I saw the disbelief in her face as her eyes darted back and forth with mine, fighting inside to remember. I eased her storm with words I hoped she understood.

“Hey Bonnie.. i’s ok.. I know. I trust ya.”

Her eyes locked, and her breath hitched,

“you do?”

I squeezed her hand one last time before letting it go, and softly grabbing her arm to lead her out of the building.

“yes, I do. Now come on, le’s go.”

Ghost’s POV

‘I wonder if she’s still angry?’

That’s all I could think about, as I saw her finally walk out with Soap. I stood by the Jeep Soap and I were going to settle in, hoping she’d come along. I wasn’t ready to talk yet, but having her there was enough for me for now. I wasn’t a man of words.. I was more into.. touch and silent actions, I felt like they were genuine and honest. The rain was beginning to pour harder, I could see it’s works coming into effect when Soap and Meli came closer, with their hair now more shiny and lightly sticking to their skin, their clothes now having sprinkles of rain on it. Soap winked at me as he mentioned out loud,

“Ghost head in first, Meli will fit easier in the middle.”

‘Oh ok.. she’s coming with us.’

I couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, as I saw her eyes find mine, and the smallest smile tugged on her lips. I sent a curt nod and soon found myself situated inside. I for some stupid reason, instinctively patted on the seat next to me, ready to see her settle on it. Her eyes lit up as she made the move to jump in, but an extra hand grabbed her shoulder and held her back with a set of words,

“Melione you’re riding with me. I need to talk to you.”

Graves. What an annoying fucker. Melione frowned as she asked with no emotion in her voice,

“Is it important?”

I could see his eyes glare at her as he made it very clear,

“I have a few words from Shepherd to give you. So yes, it’s important. You’ll see them again at the base, I promise.”

Her hands slowly slipped off the handle on the side of the Jeep as she looked up at me and informed with doe eyes,,

“See you there Ghost.”

She then patted Soap’s cheek and said the same, before walking behind Graves. I watched her attentively as she turned back a few times, looking at our Jeep as she approached hers. Meli’s hands were fiddling with the strings on her vest, or messing with her hair as she tried to keep it out of her face... she was nervous. About what? Who knows.

‘Graves you better not touch her.. or do anything-‘

“I hate when Graves is around Melione.. alone.” 

I agreed with Soap as he sat next to me, closing the door shut with force that showed me he was clearly upset about it. 

“I know Johnny... I do too... but she should be alright.. is she?”

Soap knew what I was referring too, as he replied,

“Yeh.. she’s still a little hurt from yesterday.. but I think y’all are good Simon... just ye both give it a minute.”

“Will do.”

“Alright muchachos! Ready?”

Alejandro jumped into the passenger seat as Rudy got in the drivers seat, glancing at us before starting the engine. He did a double take and asked me with concern,

“Where’s Meli?”

Soap shrugged and grunted,

“Wi’ Graves.”

Rudy looked at Alejandro and gave him a knowing look, that had me asking,

“What is it?”

Alejandro moved in his seat to see me clearly as he replied with doubt in his tone,

“We have a bad feeling about this... him and her.”

Soap’s jaw dropped slightly as I questioned,

“Like?”

Rudy looked at me through the review mirror as he put forth,

“Last night they were doing a lot of chatting... more than usual. I didn’t get most of it, but all I heard was him tell her to stay by his side, and that she’d be ok.. and she agreed she would-“

Soap set his attention on me as he defended her,

“But Meli doesn’t remember anything that happened last night, she only remembers what was told to her... I asked and she genuinely doesn’t know Simon... fuck she doesn’t even remember her name.”

‘What? That’s... that’s terrible..’

“I don’t know muchachos.. we’ll see what happens once we arrive at my base. Just stay alert and prepared.”

We all then got comfortable in our seats as I replied.

“Affirmative Colonel.”

I looked out the window as watched the crying heavens, my mind wanted to drift off like it did... but I wasn’t able to as I felt doubtful about Melione.

‘if she doesn’t remember anything... how is whatever Graves has planned supposed to work? Does she remember and will try to pretend she doesn’t? What game is she playing?’

Melione’s POV

“So about Shepherd.. what did he want me to know?”

I sat in between a couple of Shadows as Graves sat upfront, replying to me,

“He wants you too know that you’ve done a great job overall... and wants to know if you’re willing to cooperate with us.. the Shadows.”

‘Work with the Shadows? But I’m with the 141?’

I crossed my arms and sighed,

“I’m with The 141 Graves.. Price has given me a place there. So has their team-“

Graves scoffed and shook his head,

“You think you’ll last there? Come on Melione.. do you know how many men have lost their lives while working for them? How many orders they have defied to get what they want? They’re not as holy and great as you think they are.”

‘Ok but you work with them? Why are you bad-mouthing these guys now?’

I felt uncomfortable with Graves trash talking about the 141, God only knew how much I appreciated those guys, even Ghost. I took my knife from my pocket that was actually Soap’s, (he let me have it when he saw me eyeballing it one day) and twiddled it in my hands while looking up ahead. I dared to make a comment about him as I put forth with some sass,

“Like your holy huh? I’m sure you guys have had your slip-ups... maybe it’s not accounted for like theirs is.. but it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, Philip.”

I let the ‘p’ pop a bit, to insinuate the words I was saying, coming face to face with him without ranks and shit. Though Graves only shook it off as he huffed with pride in his tone,

“Ohhh Melione... you’re about to learn who’s really in control sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems, trust me.”

‘Avoiding what I said... but I’ll trust you.. as long as the 141 does.’

I sat back and played with the knife as I mumbled,

“We’ll see...”

Graves’s POV

‘Why does it sound like she knows what happened with the missiles and the Shadows??... it better be that stupid drug still talking- but she should’ve slept it off by now.. fuck! You better stick by my side Melione... need someone like you that can get us through...’

It took about 30 minutes to arrive at what was once Alejandro’s base, according to Shepherd’s orders. The rain was now annoyingly so pouring harder, making everything around me much more fucking tense. As we parked I was quick to quip our as I saw Melione trying to climb over the Shadow to get out first,

“Melione stick by my side.”

She stopped mid way on top of the Shadow as she frowned,

“Why?”

“Because I god damn said so. I’m serious.”

I heard her mumble something under her breath as she now waited to get off and be on my side. We already had Shadows standing on the outside of the base, taking over what Alejandro’s men were doing. I hoped deep down that this wouldn’t go off bad, but Shepherd gave me a heads up and said it probably would.   Alejandro was already coming up to me with a glare in his eyes, 

‘Yup.. he’s not happy.’

He took a stop and looked around me as he began with an irritated demeanor,

“What’s this?”

‘Alight... lets do this..’

“This is the immediate future, step away from the gate.”

Soap had already gotten off the Jeep with his giant of a partner Ghost, and his voice came out in between our conversation,

“What?”

I pointed at him and confirmed,

“You heard me.”

Alejandro’s POV

‘Puta cabron... I knew it!!!’

I didn’t move a bit as I went on,

“You’re crazy, this is my base.”

Graves tried to sound nonchalant and it bothered me,

“It’s not a base, this is a sizable covert facility and I admire it... So I’m taking it... You boys have been relieved, thank you for your service.. Melione you stay with me-“

Melione came out from behind Graves and pulled him back by the shoulder and seethed,

“Graves-“

He shoved her back which bothered me as I recalled,

“No no no.. I don’t take orders from you.”

He scoffed and eyed me with an accusing finger,

“Didn’t Valeria say that?”

‘Ughh... I’m really hating this.. and him.’

Ghost’s POV

‘What the hell is going on... Meli?’

My attention went to Melione as I caught sight of her, and watched her while she kept her eagle eye on Graves, and slowly- like madly slowly she began to pull her gun, out of her back pocket, carefully and subtly bringing it to her side and carefully stuffing it in her pocket, but still keeping it in hand. 

‘What is up with this one eh?’

It raised my curiosity as the little banter between Graves and Alejandro went on and escalated, even Soap turned to look at me, as if to check in with me about this. I could only send him ‘the look’ before returning my eyes to the seen before me, as they went on. 

“Are you threatening us?”

“I don’t make threats, I make guarantees. So let’s not do this.”

Soap turned away and grunted,

“Im calling Shepherd-“

“General Shepherd sends his regards, told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.”

‘Wait a fuckin’ minute- Shepherd knows??’

I voiced my thoughts at Grave’s words while feeling more and more defensive,

“He knows about this?”

Graves looked at me from where he stood as he raised his voice and went on to saying nonsense of course. Melione didn’t look at all pleased but she also appeared very confused, nonetheless she never moved from her spot, its like she froze. My attention went back to Graves as he lastly shouted,

“-Why the hell are we talking about this like it’s some kind of negotiation. It’s not! I’ve got my orders, and now you have yours.”

 I could feel Soap’s eyes bore into me as he always looked for my approval on certain situations, hence like this one, especially sense it was escalating quickly and badly. Alejandro’s body language told me he was beyond pissed, as he yelled,

 “And who the fuck do you think you are cabron- my men are inside!!!”

Graves fucking smoldered and replied coldly, and emotionless,

“I’m afraid not... your men have been... detained.”

Alejandro said one more word and that’s when all hell broke loose. Gun shots and shouting began to fall into all our ears now, no longer the harmony amongst us existed.

Melione’s POV

“ALEJANDRO!! Graves- NO!”

‘WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!!’

I had no idea what had just exploded when I saw men yelling and running everywhere. I took out my gun and tried my best to get Graves off of Alejandro but then I felt a sharp pain hit my upper arm, making me yelp as I dropped my gun. It clattered to the floor out of sight and mind when red started to gush through my sleeve and seeping around the bright, large blade sticking out of me. My eyes went wide at the sight of it,

 ‘Shit- who just stabbed me-‘

“MELIONE! GET IN THE TRUCK!!”

Graves screamed at me as he shot at who knows who as I saw Shadows and The 141 here and there. But my focus went on him as I did catch how his eye was now on Soap who was shielding himself with a Shadow. I didn’t know who Graves was trying to shoot, until it was too late.

“JOHNNY!!!”

I was ready to dart my way towards him, as Soap fell to the ground with a loud, pained shout. But Graves got a hold of my hair at the roots and pulled me back as he growled,

“What the hell do you think-“

My hands flew up to his, trying to get him off as I screamed,

“YOU SHOT JOHHNY!!-“

He yanked me back to have my face in his as he emphasized,

“I just saved your life! He stabbed you Melione!! GO!”

He shoved me away from him and I winced from what was his harsh grip, and at my stabbed arm hitting against the Jeep he pushed me into. I yanked the knife out of my arm and stashed it in my pocket as in the distance I could hear Ghost’s voice and Soap’s too. I wish I knew what they were saying, I was ready to go for them again, but I chose to get in the Jeep as my eyes fell upon Alejandro who was in it, unconscious. ‘I need to protect Ale, be safe boys.’ The biggest ache I felt was on the inside, over powering what I felt on the inside. I had heard Ghost cry out to Johnny, I don’t even know if he made it out, or if Ghost did as well. I couldn’t help but worry for them, why had this all gone wrong? 

 ‘Why did they go against each other if it was Shepherd’s orders for Graves to- ohhh wait. No...’

My heart dropped as the realization hit me.

 ‘I was fucking played into Graves’ mess.’

Soap’s POV

‘This can’t be happening... fuck at least I ran out... poor mate got stabbed by Ghost, but I know he was just trying to protect me, thinking she was trying to hurt me as well. But did Meli trick us? Lie to us? Play us all along just to betray us??’

Running off into the dark I was still able to see Melione get on the truck with Graves. That made me furious. After all this time, all that we’ve done, how could she pull this? I knew now that Ghost as well, was going to be just as pissed, and feeling confused about her too... But most of all, we feel betrayed.

[mini-yoongers]

The Morning After

Pairing: Choi San x AMAB pov Genre: Slice of life/smut W/C: 1,117 Stuff: Sub-top San, established couple (cute), non-idol au, anal, kitchen sex, tbh this is borderline vanilla, I'm not like other fanfic writers I'm sorry y/n i literally cannot write in second person this is just what I do, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

If you enjoyed this, I made an AO3 account ok???>>> Arikuusou

Nothing posted yet, but I'm working on it I promise! Will be primarily Ateez fics.

San was always most beautiful the morning after a hard fuck. Watching him walk out of the bedroom all loose bones and floppy hair, a layer of lust beneath the sleepiness in his eyes... God, he was a vision, a seraph, the closest thing to a perfect man if there ever was one.

But he didn't like it when I called him perfect, so I tried to avoid it.

"Morning, sunshine." I smiled at him from where I sat at the kitchen island. He didn't respond in words, but stepped over to drape himself over me.

A signature San hug, hot and enveloping, lingering much longer than one would expect. That had taken me time to get used to in the beginning.

He kissed my neck and then moved away to pour himself a coffee. When he sat across from me, he quirked a brow, realizing I had been watching his every move. "What?"

I shrugged, a little coy. "Just thinking about last night."

He smirked and took his first sip of coffee. "Yeah that was..."

Exceptional. One of our best nights so far. Sometimes it was hard to remember we'd only been together 8 months when it felt like this was always our life, always would be.

"I'm thinking we shouldn't leave the apartment today," I said.

"Pretty windy out there," San agreed with a sly look on his face.

I at least let him get through half his drink before I got up and kissed him, the taste of morning mint and coffee bean filling my mouth. His skin was impossibly smooth, his hair thick and shiny as it tickled my cheek, and I wondered how I got so lucky to have caught this man's eye and heart.

I reached down and found him already rock-hard beneath his boxer briefs, which sent blood rushing between my own legs.

I stroked his cock over the fabric a few times and he abruptly started kissing me hard, biting my lips.

"Ah, ah," I backed away, gently pressing my palm to his chest. "Not too eager now. Have you forgotten all the good lessons you learned last night."

His eyes clouded further. "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Of course not. You're such a good boy. Kneel for me."

No hesitation. He slid from the stool and to the floor, looking up at me for his next instruction.

It killed me the way San loved this; made me somehow horny and sad at the same time. His whole life, he'd always had to perform, always had to be the big man, tough and strong, giving orders. He'd taken his father's company over shortly before I met him, and I saw the toll it took.

But here, with me, he could escape all that. He could just rest, follow my instructions, and not think, not decide.

"Now get my cock out and put your mouth on it."

He was so eager, but trying to hide it.

I sighed as his wet lips enveloped me. He starts gentle but quickly ramps up, sucking my head and all the spots he knows will make me needy fast.

"Fuck," I breathe, amazed as always at him. "Good boy. I'm going to need you to fuck me this morning, Sannie."

"Of course," he exhaled.

I reached over the counter and snatched up a bottle of coconut oil. "Give me your hand."

He offered his palm and I poured the oil on it, not worried about the mess we were starting to make. I leaned back against the island as he took my cock in his mouth again, reaching around to spread my cheeks.

I was still sensitive and turned-on from the night before and moaned loudly when he slipped the first finger in. He smirked up at me and me down at him.

"Get that smile off your face," I breathed as he began easily opening me up. His fingers were so different from his cock, quick and bony and rutted. I almost chided him to slow down but it felt too good and I was way too horny. Some dom I was.

But he would keep going until I told him to stop, so finally I took his wrist and pulled his fingers out of me. He kissed the front of my stomach and hips, and I took his chin in my hand.

"How's your cock feeling, baby boy?"

"So horny," he whispered.

"You want me to put it inside me?"

"Please."

"Beg."

"Please, please, put my cock inside you."

"Are you going to stay still like a good little boy?"

"Yes, I promise."

The way his voice became so soft and desperate, his pure willingness to do everything I asked. My cock was dripping and my insides were screaming for him. I couldn't play around any longer and I pushed him against the counter, looking down at his desperate member. I slathered him with more oil, watching his stomach tighten as I coated him, stroking gratuitously.

His breath caught when I finally turned around and sheathed his cock in my ass. I was rushing, a little, but the burn faded as soon as I tugged his hand around to touch me.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips jerking an uncontrolled movement.

There was no suppressing the little cry I made, the hitch of breath at him pushing deeper.

I rocked back until I could feel his balls pressing against mine, and then fucked him with all the needy desperation we were both feeling this morning. Mostly, he stayed still like a good boy while I used his cock, moaning loud enough that anyone in the hallway of the building could hear. The noises San made, all suppressed and high and full of release, had my belly swirling.

Already my orgasm was coiling, and I lamented for a moment until I remembered we had the whole day ahead of us. I focused on feeling every inch of his smooth cock inside me again and again. My perfect, smooth San, so hard yet so gentle. I cried out and came all over the clean white kitchen floor. As I clenched and throbbed around him, San could no longer hold still. I felt his nails dig into my skin as he gripped my hips, going stiff and silent in ecstasy as he spilled what little was left from last night deep inside me.

Exhausted, I leaned back against him and he held me. His cock popped out of me with a delicious, wet sound.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Yeah," San said. "I love you."

"Yeah? Even though I made your coffee go cold?"

He nuzzled into my neck, kissing every bit of skin he could get too. "Definitely." He sighed deeply, a sated sigh, a blissful sigh. "That was a great morning fuck. Perfect."

[missamyrisa2]

Hello Miss Amy, I was wondering how you would ticklegasm someone who has never had a ticklegasm before with a feather or buzz?

Yes~

For someone's first ticklegasm I'll want to ease you in, but also show the full loveliness of the experience. To set the mood I will plant gentle kisses all along your cheeks and neck~ tell you how pretty and sweet you are, and how much you're going to love this little journey. "Oooh look at that, your clothes are just falling off aren't they? Let's just toss those over there. What an exquisite body you have~" I'll snuggle up close, slipping an arm behind and holding your side gently~ I'm in my slinky mermaid outfit: silky sleeveless turquoise top with buttery smooth black leggings, accessorized with shiny chunky metal bracelets and oversized waistbelt. It's such a perfect tickle cuddle outfit for a naked sensitive body. All those soft material sensations gliding along the skin with the smooth metal administering lil cool shocks of feeling, and my long silken hair giving wispy teases between all the tickly kisses I'm layering on your upper body and spidery strokes my fingers take on your quivering tummy~

"Mmmhmm mhmmm~ yeahhh how does that feel? Does that tickle?" I murmur lovingly, assuringly. "Soo very gentle and sensitive huh? You love your tickles, don't you~ yeahhh such a sweet little thing, wanting all this attention and love. You just want to be treated all special and be eaten up like a delicious little dessert~ you're doing wonderfully with these tickles darling" I pull out my long stiff feather and start gliding it nonchalantly up your thigh. "Tickle tickle...Are you my little cupcake? Mhmmm~ mmmmh you areee? Maybe? Yeahh? No?" I snicker at your responses, cuddling up and drawing the feathertip along your royal area. "You're just like whatever crazy girl pleeease keep going~" My feather climbs higher and higher and does not stop, exploring your regal part up and down in long deliberate trembly strides. "You say pleeeease tickle Amy please tickle mama just give me the tickles~" I chuckle and oblige your body language, following every arch and twist and squirm, keeping the feather dancing at your most tender lovely areas while I hold you firmly, pinching and rubbing your side all the way to catch every motion and tickle you all the way through~

"Yeahhh you like that? You want mooore? More royal tickles on your elegant regal area? Sooo elegant and exquisite~" I murmur, carefully flicking the feather on the hot spots before tossing it and retrieving my big magic wand in one fluid motion. "Hold on tight precious, we're going in~" I start the buzzing bulb up at low, giggling at your reaction to the way it kicks on~ My motions are slow, gentle, and deliberate, giving to time to anticipate as I bring the white vibrating surface to greet your royal area~ "mmmhmm. How does that feel? Different kind of tickle huh? This is a whole new sensation for you ~ all these tickles, all over~ you're doing so well sweetheart~"

I carefully move the wand up and around your royal area while I catch the giggles in your belly with my graspy fingers. I'm working both angles gently, letting the wand get a little more touch then allowing my fingers more action right after. I pivot back and forth, cooing and mimicking your gasps and exclamations ~ "oooh ooh my god~" Smiling knowingly down, reassuring that every sound and motion is perfect. "Awww, feel good? That's it baby, let yourself go into these sensations. You're so pretty and perfectly ticklish ~ you're right where you need to be, cocooned in gentle teasing loves, bringing out all those wonderful feelings ~ one ~ tickle ~ at ~ a ~ time~"

I raise the speed of the wand and start raining kisses on your cheeks and face, holding it to your hot spot and moving the buzzies around in tight little circles. "Coochie cooooo ms. wand is gonna get youuu~" I catch your earlobe with my lips, lovingly squeeze it before moving up to start kissing your ear slowly yet relentlessly ~ "and guess whattttt" my whispers tingle inward~ "so is mr. feather..." I murmur breathily and retrieve my feather, sliding it between the wand and your royal area. "Unnnh. Nice soft feather. Nice buzzy wand. Cute royal area. Perfect tickles. All for you~ let it all out now. Gigglecum for me darling, give me all your laughs and snickers and moans~ I'll tickle you all the way through, I'll smother you in loves ~" My snickering breath and clicking tongue and brushing lips are right on your ear between kissies, my hands carefully orchestrating your incoming ticklegasm - directing your body and drawing it out down the longest and safest paths ~ there's no stopping it and no rushing it either, just the feather trembling and vibrating wildly on your skin as the wand moves up and down at full speed~

"Let it all out now, don't hold back. All your giggles. All your fireworks ~ gigglecum for me and I'll tickle you all the way through and beyond. We'll snuggle and giggle until you're a fuzzy melted mess ~ and then you know what we'll have for breakfast? More tickles ~"

[the-blue-marshmallow]

Wolfstar hand kisses

Here I am again with the worms. Enjoy this thing, whatever this is.

Also, a little competition(?). There is a certain typo in the text that is very much intentiomal and is a result of me and bestie being sleep deprived at like three in the morning. Those, who will find it and comment, get my eternal love (and a cookie).

Remus Lupin would like to call himself a reasonable man. He would also say he had immaculate control of himself, considering his many years spent dealing with his unfortunate lycanthropy. Remus rarely got distracted from his goals, he also wasn't too quick to anger. The teen was usually the brains of their pranks, quick to make up lies to cover their mischief. But so help him god almighty, he would lose his mind tonight.

Sirius Black, the inarguably most desired man of their year, was currently laying on Remus’s bed and twirling his wand between his long and thin fingers. He was reading his herbology book, probably studying for the upcoming test that loomed over the Marauders’ heads.

-Hey, Remy? - his voice was an innocent sing song as the teen pulled Remus’ attention to him. The taller man hummed in response. - Did you know that Asphodel is part of the lily family?

of course he knew. He was already done studying for their test, so it would be obvious to him. That, however, didn’t mean Sirius needed to know that.

-Oh, really? That’s interesting. - Ouch. He sounded tired, more than usually. It was only a few days after the last full moon and his voice was still hoarse.

-Yeah, I know. We should give Lily Asphodels for her next birthday. Maybe she could dry them and use them in her potions. - Sirius’ eyes twinkled prettily in the warm light of their room and for a moment Remus forgot how to make air move into his lungs.

Remus smiled at his dear boyfriend with a gentle look in his eyes.

-Why not. Just remember to order them a couple days before so we won't have to steal them from the greenhouse, okay? 

Sirius only nodded with that wide grin he got when he was excited about something and went back to his textbook. He started twirling his wand between his long fingers again. A shiny ring that Remus has never seen before catches his attention.

-Is this one new? - he wrapped his fingers around Sirius’ own and pulled his hand closer. Sirius dropped the wand on the bed and scooted closer, resting his chin in his palm.

-Yup. Pandora made it. She found the rock last Saturday when we went to the lake for a picnic, remember? - Sirius sounded awfully proud of the shiny ring. That wasn't an unusual thing for him. He loved showing off the things his friends made for him or gave him. Sometimes he reminded Remus of a bird, making a little nest on his bed. He would pile all of the shiny things in a very specific spot that would be the same without fail every time it was stocktaking time. He would pull Remus next to the bed and show him every single rock, ring, piece of glass or can tab. Sirius was very fond of stealing the tabs on the cans his friends had. Sometimes he would be so quick with it they wouldn't even notice when he took them. 

-Mhm, i do.

Remus gently took the ring off and looked it over, observing every detail. He put it on the bed with the most gentle move he could muster through the shaking of his hands. 

He slowly removed every ring from Sirius’ pretty fingers and put them in that spot. He rubbed the spots they revealed. Sirius’ skin was so much softer than his. Where Sirius was all soft lines and thin skin that was awfully smooth (probably from the cherry hand cream he was fond of so much), Remus was rough skin and scars. His hands were bigger, sturdier, more square. Remus’ skin was covered in tiny scratches and scars almost constantly. Sirius would say it was his anemia, Remus would every time try to convince him it was actually just bad luck. Sirius’ fingernails were perfectly manicured almonds with trimmed cuticles and sometimes even a shimmering nail polish. Remus’ nails were more square and rarely kept in a state that maybe stood next to presentable (it was usually when Sirius insisted on doing his nails with him. Remus liked it very much. He would disappear you quicker than James catches a snitch if you ever told anyone that.). 

When all the rings from Sirius’ fingers were securely laying in their little spot on his bed (why Sirius always demanded to do the showcasing on Remus’ bed was lost to him (he learned a long time ago to not think about Sirius’ life decisions)) he pulled his hand closer to his face.

-Your hands are really pretty.

Remus’ voice was a soft rumble as he turned his hand this and that way, observing his skin. Sirius smiled and his expression melted instantly. Damn that observant bastard. Maybe Sirius played dumb most of his life to get people to do things for him, but he was far from stupid. He had two perfectly working (and looking) eyes and he knew how to use them. Right now those eyes told him that the cold of the early autumn night got to Remus and his bones were aching. He would probably have to take out his cane soon.

-Are they? - Sirius cooed at him softly. He let Remus have this moment and enjoyed the rare softness his dear boyfriend was showing him right now. 

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

-Yes, they are.

He pressed the softest kiss imaginable to Sirius’ wrist, holding his hand gently in his own trembling grip. He moved up, pressing little kisses higher and higher, over his wrist and palm. He stopped at the spot where his fingers started and turned Sirius’ hand over. He kissed his prettily pink knuckles and moved down. Around his thumb, on the back of his hand, over that one vein that always seemed to be there, nicely protruding from under his thin skin, his lips made their journey already engraved in his soul.

He tried fixing his grip on Sirius’ hand but hissed and let go completely.

-Remy? Are you okay? - Sirius’ awfully sweet voice hit his ears. There were suddenly thin fingers gripping his own in a gentle touch that made him want to weep.

-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little achy from the cold.

They both knew it wasn't fine. The aching always started in his knuckles and then spread to his wrists, elbows and everywhere. Sirius decided one winter to knit him gloves and then have Lily, the lovely woman that she was, enchant them permanently with a warming spell. Although Remus’ hands got too big for them and the charm faded, he still always kept them in his trunk, safely tucked among his treasures.

-Well, if you say you’re fine, then you’re fine.

Remus knew Sirius wouldn’t drop it. He never did. He would find some sneaky way to make him feel better, just like he always found a way to get Remus to tell him he loved him.

-I think your hands are pretty, too. They’re the prettiest necklaces.

Sirius had a serious (no pun intended) look on his face but broke after only a second under Remus’ gaze and started giggling wildly. The sound tugged on Remus’ heart painfully. Call him a masochist, but he was happy for this pain.

-Okay, okay. But seriously, they are pretty. Because they’re yours.

Sirius started rubbing his knuckles in a completely not suspicious way. He picked up his wand, not suspicious, muttered something, also not suspicious, and tucked the wand into his bun. Remus felt heat spread over his fingers, Sirius’ rubbing only making the heat rise and melt deeper into his aching fingers.

He huffed out a breath but let Sirius do his thing, knowing how important this little ritual was to his dear boyfriend. And okay, maybe having the absolute prettiest person on the planet rubbing his aching knuckles gently while rambling about which crystals were the prettiest wasn't so bad after all. But you wouldn't catch him saying it.

And then, unfortunately for Remus’ poor heart, Sirius leaned down, held his trembling hands in his own and started pressing gentle kisses to every single knuckle on all ten of his fingers. Remus grumbled and tried pulling his hands away.

-No, Remy. Please let me. I wanna do this for you. - Sirius looked at him with the prettiest eyes in the universe and something in Remus crumbled. - If not for you, let me do it for me. I like to keep my jewelry in good shape.

He slowly relaxed his hands and let Sirius do his thing. His touch was gentle, like any pressure would cause him pain (which was actually probable, just not now. It got worse the colder it was, and during winter even holding a pen or squeezing his fingers together was just too much). The warmth seeped into his bones and spread through his body. The stress of the fool moon, annoyance over his slowly slowing down bones and anger over the whole world really, because why were there so many things that annoyed his dear boyfriend and why couldn't he fix them right now, slowly seeped away. His head started dropping and it was hard to keep his attention on Sirius.

-Hey, Remy? Let’s go to sleep. We can shower in the morning.

Remus quickly gathered Sirius into his arms and laid them both under the blankets, securely pushing Sirius’ lean body into his chest and wrapping his own long limbs around him. Right before and right after the fool moon the wolf in him would get possessive of Sirius and the only way Remus could sleep was with his painfully familiar body held in his arms. 

He sighed happily into Sirius’ lavender smelling hair (because of course Sirius would give up his painstakingly crafted hair care routine just to use the shampoo that least irritated Remus’ sensitive nose around the full moon) and squeezed him tighter. The warmth of Sirius’ body pressed into his own seemed to soothe his perpetually cold and aching limbs and slowly lulled him to a deep sleep, uninterrupted by pain or nightmares.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 30

*Warning: Adult Content* 

Martin Hunter awakes to a world washed in the blue-gray light of pre-dawn. 

The swish and crash of quiet waves whispers in his ears and a chill mist dampens his exposed skin and hair. 

He sits up, stretching the stiffness from his back, sore from sleeping in the hard-packed sand and finds the spot beside him abandoned.

Shaking out the mist-dampened towel that had served as his blanket, he rises and looks up and down the small stretch of secluded beach but there's no sign of Skylar West. 

In a smooth area, just beyond the reach of the waves, Martin spots a heart drawn in the sand and wander over for a closer look.

There are words written in it, drawn in a neat, curling script.

Gone to sea. Back by sunrise.

Martin presses his fingers to his lips, hiding a smile ‘though there's no one to see it but a few stray gulls winging overhead’ as memory makes him blush. 

Despite the cold that seems to have seeped through his skin all the way to his bones in the night, a warmth heats his blood and his heart thrums with a light, rapid beat.

Martin hasn't felt like this in a very long time, so long, he hardly remembers what it feels like. 

The last time this much unfiltered happiness lit his heart on fire, he was a naïve young man, barely more than a boy and head over heels in love. 

It was the day he held his first born twins, Flora and Miguel, in his arms.

Martin’s ex-wife, Elena, hadn't let him keep that feeling for much longer after that and made sure he never felt it again. 

Even when his second set of twins, Nico and Rio were born, other feelings tempered his happiness, fear for their futures, despair for his own and the knowledge that the perfect little angels bundled in his arms could vanish with a word. 

All Elena had to do, was name their father, if he was a Wolf, as Martin sure he was,  then by Wolf law, he could claim them as his own and take them away from him.

Which is what, at long last, it seems might happen now, unless, by some demented twist of fate, Skylar was right and they'd been his all along.

Wrapping a towel about his shoulders for warmth, Martin wandered down to where the quiet morning waves lap the beach like tongues, sliding high up the smooth sand before slipping back into the mouth of the sea. 

He watched for a while, each wave leaving a rim of white foam to mark it’s farthest reach, by which it deposits little treasures on the land, small shells and shiny pebbles, smoothed by eons caught in the constant tumble of the surf.

Eventually, he shakes himself from this natural hypnosis and search the sea for signs of Skylar. 

Between the black rocks and frothing waves, the wild green water and the white mist, Martin’s eyes can hardly find a place to rest.

At last, the single dad spots his young Merman lover, emerging from the rolling swells like a God of Ancient Myth. 

Strong and sure, Skylar strides from the sea, water streaming from his golden hair and from his iridescent scales as they melt back to the smooth contours of his skin.

Skylar sees Martin, who waves to him but the young Merman does not return the gesture. 

Martin doesn't hold it against him because when he shifts from Wolf to man, his physical body often adjusts more quickly than his mind. 

It takes a while to leave one world behind and join another.

Striding up the shore, naked and shedding water as he walks, Skylar passes Martin as if he doesn't see him at all. 

Going straight to the blanket, he dries himself off with the other towel and dresses himself with quick efficiency.

Martin waits, giving Skylar space as he shakes the sand from the blanket and folds it into a neat square.

Finally, Skylar turns towards Martin, who offers his lover a smile.

"You're magnificent," Martin says. 

"Well out of my league, honestly. But..." he looks away shyly and sniff. 

"A promise is a promise. I think there's still time, if you'd like to see my Wolf. I'm not much to look at, really, you could pass me off as a long-haired German shepherd husky mutt, if you had to. But..."

"We should be getting back to the kids," Skylar says, interrupting Martin. "They'll be waking up soon."

His even, disinterested tone cuts through the heat of Martin’s excitement like a blade of ice and silences the single dad as effectively. 

Martin’s smile fades and as he stares up into the wild sea of Skylar’s eyes, a shard of regret lances them.

"I'm sorry," Skylar says. 

"Of course I want to see your Wolf. It's only that my business lasted longer than I thought it would and dawn is upon us already."

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Martin asks.

"Was your sister here?"

Skylar seemed to hesitate, then nods. 

"Yes. She was here."

"Was she happy to learn of her inheritance?"

A strange expression twists Skylar’s face, then vanishes beneath a smile.

"Not as much as I had hoped but I'm working on it. Come now, you are cold. Let's get back to camp. I'm sure Flora and Miguel are well equipped to handle their siblings, only..."

Skylar raises a questioning brow.

"You're right, of course," Martin says, submitting perhaps too easily. 

"We should be getting back."

                                                     ******

They return to camp to find the children sleeping peacefully and Martin emits a soul-deep exhalation of relief. 

For once in his life, it seems he was able to enjoy something for himself and not pay for it in blood.

Still, Martin can't shake a feeling of unease that has come to roost in his heart like an unwelcome bird.

For Martin, what he and Skylar shared was more than simple fun on the beach. 

It was something deeply intimate and meaningful, something significant; something he'd thought he would never share with anyone ever again.

Martin is not sure it's the same for Skylar because from the way he's acting, it might as well not have happened at all. 

Martin’s lack of experience with healthy relationships leaves him insecure and uncertain of what to expect and with the kids ever present, he can't ask Skylar outright. 

He thought IKEA furniture was confusing, if only love came with a manual.

Later that afternoon, Skylar takes Flora and Miguel into town, to a little shop that sells saltwater taffy and colorful kites. 

While Martin is grateful to him for keeping them distracted and entertained. But without Skylar’s van, Martin, Nico and Rio have to walk the three miles for their appointment with Dr. Braden Howard, M.D.

Fortunately, the children are up for it and enjoy every second of their hike along the windswept coast.

Dr. Howard, Martin learns, works out of his house, which is a quaint little shanty made of large panes of glass, weathered shake-shingles and sharp angles, perched on a high, blustery hill above the sea. 

He lives alone, it seems, no spouse or children and a part of Martin envies him. 

Had the Lords of the Hunt not blessed Martin with his little pack of pups, such a life of solitude might have suited him as well.

Dr Howard is a small, wrinkled old man with a shock of white hair, a gap-toothed smile and bright little blue eyes hidden behind small wire-framed spectacles. 

Honestly, he looks about fifty years out of date and Martin can't help wondering how far back he and Dr. Meyer go and what their connection might be.

He quickly charms them, working Nico and Rio into fits of giggles with his timeless humor and playing along with Martin’s "science field-trip" story effortlessly. 

Before the single dad knew it, Dr Howard had taken cheek swabs from all of them, passing it off as a little game of DNA discovery and promising to get Martin the results within a week. 

Then they're saying goodbye and heading off along the cliffs and back to camp.

When they arrive, however, what they find is not what Martin expects. 

He had thought they'd have another two days to themselves, to relax and enjoy the seaside atmosphere but it seems Sky has other ideas.

"What are you doing?" Martin asks, watching in confusion as Skylar packs away the tent, the camp chairs and the cookstove. 

"I thought we weren't leaving until Sunday?"

"I'm sorry," he says, keeping his eyes on his task. 

"Something's come up at home and I've got to get back. I'm sorry, Martin. Please forgive me."

Martin glances towards the beach where Flora and Miguel are busy flying a box kite in the afternoon breeze, their faces lit with laughter and pure joy as Nico and Rio run to join them. 

Martin can't remember the last time he saw them so carefree and no matter what happens next, despite the fact their time together hasn't lasted nearly as long as he wished it would or unfolded quite as he'd hoped, he has Skylar to thank for it.

"Of course," Martin says, adopting an accommodating tone and lowering his gaze. 

"You've done so much for us. I already owe you too much to ask for anything more."

Skylar glances up at Martin sharply, brows pinched. 

Martin shrinks in on himself reflexively, fearful he has displeased him and Skylar’s expression turns pained.

He leaves off what he's doing and comes to stand before Martin, resting a hand on his shoulder and waiting until the older man looks up at him.

"It's safe to disagree with me, Martin," he says softly. 

"Always. And you don't owe me anything. Now, speak your mind."

Martin looks towards the beach again, to where the children are busy dividing up a bag of taffy between themselves and then he turns back at Skylar but he can't quite meet his eyes. 

"Do you regret it?" Martin asks, hardly able to speak around the ache in his throat. 

"What we did?" 

Skylar raises a hand and touches the side of Martin’s face, his expression tortured as if by a million unsaid things.

"Of course I don't regret it," Skylar says softly. 

"I don't regret one second of the time I've spent with you. I treasure every moment and I always will."

"Then why are you talking like it's already over?" Martin ask, biting the inside of his cheek as his voice betrays him. 

Skylar sighs. 

"It seems that passing along my position as heir may prove more difficult than I anticipated. There are... unforeseen complications."

"Will you tell me about it?"

Skylar smiles but shakes his head. 

"Later."

Sighing, Skylar pulls Martin into an embrace, heedless of what the children or anyone else, might see and rests his head against the older man.

"If you learned the limit of your time and learned it was short, how would you spend it?" Skylar asks.

Alarmed by the question, Martin pulls away from him. 

"What do you mean?"

Skylar shrugs. 

"It's just a hypothetical."

Martin frowns. 

"I guess I wouldn't care how I spent it as long as I could spend it with my kids... and with you."

Smiling, Skylar pulls Martin back into his arms. 

"We're the same, then," he says. 

Then he kisses Martin lightly and changes the subject. 

"Did it go well with the doctor?"

“Yeah. He said his lab would have the results in a week."

"Good. We both got what we came here for, at least."

Releasing Martin, Skylar resumes the packing.

Not knowing what else to say, Martin helps Skylar stow the few remaining items into the van before calling the kids in from the sand.

The Hunter children take their early departure surprisingly well, as excited for another ride in Skylar's multipurpose vehicle as they were to see the ocean for the first time. 

They're easy to please and wonderfully adaptable and with a promise to stop at their favorite fast food place for dinner on the way home, easily satisfied.

The same can't be said for Martin. 

After what happened between the two grown men, Martin is not about to let things lie. 

Whatever Skylar discovered in the sea, two things are clear, first, it upset him and changed something in his outlook and second, he doesn't trust Martin enough to tell him about it.

Martin has got to find some even ground, something solid to stand upon.

Martin’s got to be Skylar’s equal, so the young art teacher knows he can trust and rely on him as easily as Martin can trust and rely on him.

He’s been fatally mistaken once before but something tells him that, unless Martin Hunter is so cruelly mistaken once again, Skylar West is his heart's mate. 

He never expected to find or deserve, a chance at such happiness, now that he has and to his own very great surprise, he’s not about to give it up without a fight.