#I can’t fucking believe this happened on pure coincidence

[sensei-venus]

I jus saw a onlyfans! Hawk and I loved it then I was looking for camboy! Robby Keene smut and it honestly makes more sense. He would love the attention. From showing off his partner to being an absolute sub on camera. He would degrade you so much more on camera too. He definitely has a voyeur kink, and he's not afraid to show it.

I feel like he would be slightly against it at first but after a lot of thought and talking to his gf/wife, he would start to get into it.

They talk about how he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to and he doesn't even have to show his face. He starts to warm up the idea after that. When his gf/wife starts telling him about all the fun stuff they could do on video or in pictures, he pops a boner real quick.

He wants to try a lot of things that he hasn’t before just because they get so show it online for others to see. It also gives him a huge advantage to actually ask Reader to do things for him. Like asking to ride him for videos, or lazy slow rides where it borders on just cockwarming. He was able to grind up into her while hugging her plush body against his.

Kneeling her ass cheeks so he can part them for the live video they are doing. The whole time out of camera range he is just kissing all over her chest and neck. Whispering how good she is and how much he’s enjoying this new little hobby of theirs.

Please don’t get me started on Robby watching-

I don’t know if he would be ready to see Reader with someone just yet. He has a lot of issues around that kinda stuff at first. But shit- watching Reader get herself off? Oh yeah he’s all for it. He loves watching her get all naked, sit pretty on their bed, legs apart with a big vibrator between her folds. Watching her play with her pretty pussy for a good hour or so.

Duo cam videos? Where one camera is of Robby stroking his fat dick while watching Reader from a chair beside their bed. The other is directly in front of Reader showing off her big tits and fluffy belly, showing off how she teases her sopping folds with a nice thick pink vibrator Robby got her as a present.

I feel like Robby would be into low key asmr vids like that too. Where while that is happening, Reader is just whispering to him about how he’s such a good boy, watching her play with herself just for him. That he can touch her after the video is done. He almost whimpers when he shoves her cum covered fingers into his mouth and his hips jerk up. His dick throbbing while she just teases him about later, that if he keeps doing a good job jerking himself off later on she will take care of him for doing such a good job not trying to touch her during the live.

The minute Reader is whimpering and moaning and her pussy clamps down around the touch, Robby is done too. His dick shoots off as he paints his stomach with a big load. Some of it even splashes onto Reader’s stomach and chest by pure coincidence. They sit their panting as they cool off. Robby softly yanking the last bit of cum out while Reader throws her toy to the side and lays their two twitching. Robby leans over so gently and starts making out with her. She puts a hand on his chest while they start making out, she hits the end button in the camera and they start fucking.

Uhhh Robby being so needy and submissive while doing pure fuck videos.

At first you would think that because he’s behind her, fucking her hard from the back that he’s being the dom in the video. Well he’s definitely not. You can tell when he starts whimpering and jumping into her while holding her hands.

You can’t see his face in the video but he has his face right next to her ear while making all kinds of little noises. Reader can’t believe how much she’s loving it all. She loves feeling him what to do, and he loves doing it. Making her happy and being a “good boy” for her gets him going so fast. He feels kinda nasty for it but fuck does it feel good.

[mykoreanlove]

the ex-fling

Yesterday I ran into you. In a crowded space full of people on the most random day I ran into you. Aren’t I lucky. All I could see was you. My eyes got worse, yet all I could see was you. It had been months since you last touched me. It had been weeks since I last heard from you. And by chance, by pure will alone I ran into you. What a funny coincidence, huh?

Seeing you made me stop in my tracks. My little heart – all that was left of it - was beating so fast. You used to make my heart flutter like that. Arousal and excitement turned into anxiety and panic; spring turned to winter. You looked so happy though.

You weren’t alone. No, not at all. Another face, another body, like all the countless ones that came after me. One glance was enough to capture mundanity; Not even coming close to me. But apparently that’s more your type than I ever will be. You even dressed the same, did you notice? Dark hoodie, leather jacket, white sneakers. Me? I strode around in black fur, jewelry and leather boots. I was exquisite, you were basic.

And yet, I fell for you. I believed your every word, how foolish of me. I saw the truth in your eyes; how did you deceive me with lies? Was it easy? Was it easy getting over me? Using me? Throwing me away like trash?

Do you ever lie awake at night and think of me? Do you miss me? Do you remember the taste of my rich lips on yours? Do you remember the touch of my soft hands on your skin? Do you remember me listening to your fears? Do you hate yourself for screwing this up so badly?

Was it because you had never been on my level? I saw your mediocracy yesterday, I did. My feelings were the ones that made you shine special, almost as bright as me. But now they’re rotten and so are you.

Funnily enough, it’s me who’s suffering. It’s me sitting here, shedding salty tears for someone that never even cared about me. At all. How did you turn the prettiest things into disgusting little lies?

Sometimes I wonder if hating you was easier. Or if I should rather hate myself. For believing you. For falling for you. For opening up to you. I turned back around and followed you. I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to feel ashamed of yourself. Do you even realize what you did to me?

And then it happened. You walked past by me. Looked at me once. Looked at me twice. What did you think? I saw the panic in your eyes. Did I make you uncomfortable? Did you feel afraid in the presence of your new fucktoy? Did you?

I felt prideful. I felt petty. I felt better, for a moment or two. I nodded at you, not even bothering to open my mouth. Remember how I used to? And off I went.

I should had been better by now, shouldn’t I? Why am I not? Why are you still lingering in the back of my mind? Why am I still so sad?

Did you open our chat last night? Did you think of messaging me? Explaining yourself? I wanted you to. Does that make me pathetic? Pathetic in love?

Remember your last words? I can’t wait to see you again. I really, really want to see you again.

I don’t.

I don’t ever want to see you again. With anybody. I wish I could wish you the best of luck. But fuck you. Fuck you for making me feel this way. Fuck you for letting me put down my walls only to get hurt again. I didn’t deserve this.

But you don’t care, Do you? All you ever cared about was you.

[valentiyne]

𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗓𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

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Calum Hood x Fem!Reader Summary: You can’t resist his pull, and keep coming back to him no matter what. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Infidelity, Mentions of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1.1k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"Y/n? Where are you going?"

I stop dead in my tracks, not bothering to turn to look him in his eyes. Oh his eyes, how every speck of blue reminded me of the world around us. A part of me wasn't even sure if I wanted to turn around as see the look on his face once he realizes who's hoodie I was wearing.

"I was stepping out to get some air", The words come out faster than I hoped for. I hold my breath every second it takes for him to respond.

"Bullshit", he starts, his footsteps leaving a creek in the floorboards beneath us. "Fucking look at me", his hand wraps around my wrist gently, and yet it's enough for me to start shaking. I turn painfully slow, my eyes adverting from the floor to his feet.

"Why are you wearing Calum's hoodie", the words come out breathlessly from his lips- he had just noticed. His voice was pleading, almost like he didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Surely it was just a coincidence. A coincidence that merely started with Calum confessing his deeply rooted attraction to me two years ago , one that I laughed off. A coincidence that he never laughed in return and instead slammed his chapped lips on mine and I didn't dare pull away. His husk voice in my ear telling me how bad he's been waiting for this to happen.

Just a coincidence.

"He let me borrow it and I've been meaning to return it any day now." Lie. I finally meet his gaze, the light from the hallway upstairs barely illuminated the both of us. I could hear Petunia upstairs snoring and the sound of the washer chirping as it began finishing its cycle.

He runs his hands through his curls, one lone piece stuck to his glistening forehead from sweat and I wanted nothing more than to lean up and fix it. To lean up and brush my hands against his cheek, feeling his stubble and have him smiling under me as I tell him it's all pretend.

"Well why are you wearing it right now?", His hands almost immediately went back up to his hair, tugging slightly- almost hoping it was the material around my figure.

I shrug in response, my mouth wouldn't open so I settle with a mere shrug with a crooked smile.

"Take it off"

"Luke It's just a-"

"Take the hoodie off, Y/n."

I stared at him, my blood running cold through my veins all whilst my cheeks were burning. I had guilt slathered on my face and I knew he could see it in the dark.

"Okay", my voice cracked. It sounded more like a slight stutter and I faced away from him as I made my way past him towards the stairs. His grip tightened around my wrist slightly and I didn't dare face him.

"What? You want me to take it off right here?", I laugh, almost pathetically as I stare up at his cold gaze. He doesn't blink, he doesn't dare move and inch and I ultimately sigh in repose.

I knew what he was asking me to do.

It took 47 seconds for my hands to shakily reach the hem of the sweatshirt, 47 seconds of pure agony as I slowly lift the sweater from my body and dropped it in his hands. My phone laid tucked away in the front pocket of the material now in Luke's grip, vibrating from a call he didn't need to check to confirm who it was.

He blinked, I blinked and his dark eyes slowly traveled down my body. The red velvet wrapped around my body, clingy to my sides and thighs. I didn't dare meet his eye, I felt like a child. A child who got caught sneaking out- only this time it was worse.

"I bought you that set", was all he could make out past his lips. I looked down at the expensive material and puffed my cheeks out in return. He had bought me it on our fourth anniversary- claiming red looked best on me.

Calum agreed.

He cleared his throat before fumbling with the green hoodie in his hand, pulling out my phone and raising it up to his face and then to mine. His hands were shaking and I almost couldn't make out what I was searching for on my lock screen.

2:17AM

Calum had called four times and texted double that, his number not quite saved in my phone but Luke didn't need a Caller ID. We both didn't say anything, I stood in the living room with the front door still cracked ajar, my body littered with goosebumps from the November air and my attire wasn't any help. The front door alarm began beeping- the same time Calum's fifth phone call came through at the base of Luke's palm.

"Answer the phone",

His voice is louder now, not a hushed whisper in the dead of the night like before yet not filled with anger either- no no it was something else.

Sadness

Our hands meet for the first time in over 48 hours and I could see the goosebumps rise up his arms. Grasping my phone from his hand, I slid my finger slowly to the right and bring the phone up to my ear.

"Put it on speaker"

For once, I have nothing to say. Unlike all the arguments we've had before where I'd shoot a snarky remark or barked back.

It usually ended with him calling me a bitch.

And me ending up tangled in Calum's sheets.

"Hello?", My voice is small, almost too quiet to hear but I could hear Calum breathing on the other line.

"Y/n? Where are you? I've been waiting for over ten-", He begins, his voice mixed with desperation and worry. I can see Luke's body tense almost immediately.

"Calum", I start, my eyes looking up at Luke's tear filled ones and I don't dare look away- not this time.

"Luke knows"

[ask-the-attorneys]

//The Theft Case - Part 1

//Yes I'm putting this into parts fuck you. Partially written by @askjonathancrane (Their writing is in quotes!)

*The sound of breaking glass echoes through a cloudless night, unnoticed until the following morning, when a young man is caught with money in his hand by a police officer.

Oliver: “Would you mind telling me why you were running with cash in your hand? I may still be a rookie cop but I think that looking at you raises some obvious suspicions about what you were doing.”

Hiro: “W-Wh-What are you t-t-talking about officers, th-this is just m-my l-l-lun-lunch money.”

Oliver: “……..you’ll have to forgive me on this but I find that a bit hard to believe. Maybe we should ask your parents about this, or maybe the family of the victims who you stole from?”

Hiro: “!?……….S-so what if I did steal it, huh? No one saw it dumbass so you can’t pin me for the crime.”

*Just then, as if by pure coincidence, a maid seemed to have overheard the conversation and slowly walked up to the both of them.

Celeste: “Actually, I do remember seeing something interesting occurring at the Ehara house. A young man seemed to break open the window in the house in an attempt to escape. I didn’t see his face quite well but i remember that I had recently bought a night vision security camera, so I looked at the footage on that and i saw your face on the thief, Mister Mikoshiba. I was going to inform the police about this later in the morning but i happen to notice you two talking to each other so that’s why i decided to come see what was going on.”

Oliver: Do you have anything to say for yourself?

Hiro: Check the footage yourself! You can see I'm not in it!

Oliver: Fine then...

*He leaves to check the footage. Five minutes pass, and he comes back.

Oliver: ...Mr. Hiro Mikoshiba. I'm placing you under arrest for theft and breaking and entering. Your trial will be in a few days.

Hiro: Y-you can't just do that!

Oliver: I have the authority to. Now, are you going to wait for your trial or be a wanted man?!

[docholligay]

The House in Fata Morgana: Door Six--The Maid's Tale

I have never reviewed a visual novel before, but iscahwynn made me a very generous offer and a long line of patience, knowing that we are trying something very new. To that end: Please don’t spoil me for the game at all! If you are reading this, I have only gotten through the part written above, and I don’t want to be corrected, even if I’m wrong, even if I’ve missed something, i don’t want to have anything confirmed or denied, and I don’t need any trigger warnings or extraneous explanation. Iscah would like my pure, naive experience of the game. Thank you!

Okay so this was not God’s most thrilling episode in Fata Morgana, admittedly. That’s not to say it was bad, but it’s a lot of ground that we already have been over, and it leads to an idea that we’ve been introduced to within the story before, with a few extra details, some of which are neat, but regrettably none of which seem to do enough to deepen the character of Giselle that I can fully adore the chapter, and the end of which is definitely prolonged in a way that doesn’t keep me engaged. 

Spoilers below:

Genuinely the most interesting idea that comes up in this is something we’ve thought about mildly before, but really haven’t delved into deeply, and that is: At what point along the line do you stop being yourself? The whole point of this chapter is to watch Giselle lose herself, bit by bit, on the backdrop of stories we know. And i LOVE that. I love watching Giselle try to protect herself, but in trying to protect herself, she is chipping away at herself, bit by bit. It’s like, you know how freezing preserves things? But, if you leave it frozen for long enough, it gets freezerburnt, until eventually, whatever you saved, is inedible. Is nothing. Bears no resemblance to what it was. What is the moment for that? 

This is a thing that I love thinking about. I love the idea that you can’t trust yourself, and how easily we can be convinced that our memories are different. How we are all the unreliable narrators of our own lives. You tell yourself a story enough times, and the details get tweaked just enough, each time, slipping further and further away until the cliff of the reality falls away into the sea. What does truth even mean, if the story that now stands has meaning to us? I love this idea that so much of Michel is no longer a memory but a STORY, and in being a story, it can change as it needs to, which is what leads us to the white haired girl. 

I am still not certain that Michel ISN’T Michelle, somehow. I don’t know why i persist in this even though the story keeps telling me no, and I’ll be honest, I don’t even want to deal with whatever strange gender handling they would have around it, but it feels like too much of a coincidence to me that there’s two weirdass put-upon albinos running around this mansion. Also, could that be what she’s talking about when she says, ‘You havent’ figured it out yet?” because I BELIEVE I HAVE. UNLESS. Unless. What if Michelle is a construction created by the witch, in order to fool Giselle and drop her down into despair? That’s something I could not only live with, but seems to fit the general super-evil we have going for Morgana, and I think I would like it as a narrative bit. 

Speaking of being two people and being one person, I actually sort of love the idea of Giselle also being the witch, even though I know we’re not going to have that be any kind of reality within the story. The idea that to protect herself, she could have split like that, that the witch fell in love with the boy who revived her (Very interesting also, that. So Michel did make a deal with the devil, that wasn’t just part of the mythos.) and when he rejected her or whatever I can imagine might have happened, she constructed this whole beautiful story, and then it wasn’t beautiful enough still, and so she created yet another layer of story on top of it. The fucking palimpsest of our own personal histories. Incredible, love it. I don’t think it’s something the story is doing, but I love the idea. 

I love how I was like ‘This wasn’t a super exciting episode” but I’ve spent like 500 words talking about this one aspect. I’m not lying though! It’s just that this one idea is SO good that it barely matters that the rest sort of drags. 

We give Morgana a lot of shit within the story for manipulating Giselle or whatever, and I’m not saying she’s great, and in fact I admit that she is a mustache-twirling villain, and I love that for her. But. Morgana could have been very straightforwardly, ‘babygirl I am going to emotionally tear you down over hundreds of years, but I promise you, you will find him, reconstructed to be your Michel. If. If. You can keep yourself long enough to find him.” and she would not even for one second let Morgana fucking FINISH before she said, “Yes. That’s great. I’ll do it.” 

It is funny to me though, when Hayden shows up and she’s like, “Oh, i learned a few words of English in 1099, THAT’LL BE ENOUGH TO CONVERSE.” Okay, you have to be fucking shitting me, I have no idea why they didn’t just do the, ‘The house translates what I say into English or Spanish (We never bring it up in Spain) or whatever” It’s such a bizarre thing to specifically call out, and I think it’s actually more clunky than not having it be brought up at all. I did very much love the line, “Blood is nothing but an obstacle to ambition.” I thought that was great. 

Okay, if I don’t talk about it now, i’m not going to: I LOVED the part where she asks if he thinks she can even come close to being the same person, if she might not hate him after having waited all this time, after his sacrifice also made a sacrifice of her. What does it mean to love her, now that she is irrevocably changed? He is Michel, reconstructed. But she is not Giselle, reconstructed. She is Giselle, who has been forced to go on. She has nearly a thousand years behind her, of watching and waiting and loving and hating. She is Giselle and she is the Maid and she is the Witch and she has wanted the best of beasts and men and white haired girls. I loved that! If course, she backtracks it so so fast, and that frustrates me because that could be so much more interesting than just literally finding her again in the darkness and, I don’t know, hitting Morgana with a chair. If he had to own up to being willing to love her while she hates him. 

Love this line: “Some times I think love and fanaticism are the same thing.” I totally fucking disagree but I love the line, and I love the bitterness that comes out of the line. 

“The Story behind the Story” is such an odd way to open the next door, and puts me in mind of something like a behind the scenes writing documentary mid-VN, which would be fucking hilarious and amazing.

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S2EP10

aka: op is no longer allowed to ship anyone. ever.

Ya know I wondered how Mikey knew to take Takemichi over to Hina’s and I suspected Emma might’ve spoke about it to him, so seeing her here now maybe confirms my guess?

Pffft Mikey looked away so damn quick when Takemichi questioned him!

Oh wow, our girl knew right away that her dad had some involvement in the breakup?

“My oldest brother used to always come here to pray on Christmas.” Hey Shinichiro and Taiju could be friends.

As much as I love to see Emma, my heart hurts a little bit because I.. unfortunately know some things happen way later, but it’s all fine. For now. I’m just gonna be a mess then, I know it.

Oh, duh. Emma told Draken to go look for Takemichi. Of course. Silly me. Also, the fact his voice seems to get lower when talking to her over the phone? Cute.

Emma is the kind of friend we all need in our lives.

“If I saw him now, I couldn’t speak. I might cry.” The way it instantly cuts to Takemichi bawling his eyes out instead of Hina is just perfect. But huzzah they both made up and happy again.

“He’s weak with women and a weak fighter. But he’s dependable when the chips are down.” Way to tell it like it is Draken.

Ohh the dad was watching the whole thing but looks like he accepts it now, or at least has no choice thanks to mom.

“I lose sight of the difference between what’s right and what’s wrong.” Yeah Mikey does not do well when he loses someone dear to him. Then again, who would really?

“Winning fights isn’t truly what’s most important. It’s not losing to yourself.” Speak those facts Mikey! Not that you eventually listen to if but still!

Mikey trusting Takemichi to call him out if and whenever he starts to lose his heart and/or way.. that’s touching. Ya know Takemichi is gonna take pride in that promise.

The twins dragons of Toman? I believe Mitsuya has the same tattoo as Draken on the other side of his head from what I’ve seen (dunno if it’s now or in another timeline) but tell me more!

OOOHH! Mitsuya did graffiti of the dragon years ago which Draken actually gets a tattoo of because he was there.. just casually eating and watching him.

Draken NO! You can’t just take sweet, innocent Mitsuya back home! Not in the kind of place you live!

Is this the day Mitsuya mentioned back in the church? When he ran away, came back and his mom got mad at him before saying she loved him?

AHH! He did get the same tattoo!!!

Oh, but it was totally not planned to match him, it was just pure coincidence they both decided on that. And since Draken “claimed” it that day, he told Mitsuya to grow his hair out. No wonder we never see it anymore. Shame because it looked good on him too.

I do want them to have many more scenes together from now on though. Draken is always gonna be Mikey’s right hand man but I wanna see him & Mitsuya too. Maybe I’ll go back and rewatch season one. Maybe I missed some.

Aww Hina looks so pretty at the festival. OH and so does Yuzuha!

Poor Hakkai still can’t speak to girls properly.

“Now I get it. No wonder you like him, Yuzuha. He was pretty badass that night.” Hello?? Hakkai calling attention to a ship I lowkey wanted more for? But seriously there were a couple moments at the church between her & Mitsuya where I thought “well yea, they’d be cute,” but I didn’t wanna put too much thought into it, but NOW? I’m in. Even if nothing else happens!

Damn, Taiju really just left home like that? At least he acknowledged his violence was wrong.

Never the fuck mind! It was Takemichi that Yuzuha was blushing at, not Mitsuya! Both Hakkai and me got it completely wrong. Oh my god, that’s hilarious.. the ship was in my heart for a minute and it’s already in rough waters.

Right, the whole seeing Mitsuya as a brother thing.. Ah well. Someone take my shipping goggles away. I fall too quick into these things that I’ve been going around too many pairings this ep!

“Nothing wrong with a one-sided crush, right?” Absolutely! So crush on whomever you wanna girl, I support you!

Yay Chifuyu is here too! As well as a whole bunch of Toman members!

Aww, that shot of everyone celebrating the new year together alongside Takemichi’s wish warms my heart.

Oh, little ending scene with Hanma and Kisaki? Up to no good as usual hm?

I’m feeling.. a bit worried, and it’s not even because of the scheming duo’s post credit scene. This episode was just too happy and it vaguely reminds me of season one after the fight with Moebius because things calmed down then shit hit the fan right after..

[zaddyazula]

gary lineker is completely in the right

i feel like some sort of right wing enthusiast saying “see this is what happens when all media is influenced by a political side” but it’s true. and i might go on a bit of a rant about it.

for those who don’t know, gary lineker compared the new tory bill to prevent immigrants coming into the country to nazi germany, which is completely right. he has now stepped down from his job on match of the day.

the tories completely control the media, and the general population it seems, because for years and years in general elections the tories have come out victorious, despite them ruining the country trying to fill their own pockets.

[screenshot of a sky news article]

as someone who lives in the uk, specifically from the north, the tories are fucking devastating the country, and have been since margaret thatcher. i don’t really know what the us version would be, but the north and south of england have been against each other for decades.

another thing i’d like to mention is the fact that gary lineker stepped down from a BBC JOB. the BBC is very important in this, as they may or may not have been the ones who edited a clip of the orgreave’s riot to portray that the civilians incited the riot, and not the police officers. they switched the film around. and broadcast it on live television. so yeah, that’s how fucked up the BBC was and how far they’d go to protect the tories.

(by the way, the tories are basically the republicans :) )

the divide between the tories and labour (the version of the democrats) is a lot deeper than actual politics. this goes as far as the tory governments depriving the north of the same necessities and developments as the south. rochdale, in extremely north manchester, (as someone who has lived there) is a complete fucking shithole. there’s barely any fucking public transport that don’t run solely in the town centre, the train station is in the middle of nowhere, and most importantly, the town itself is in the middle of nowhere. it’s a point to where you can just tell towns are shitholes purely because of their position in the uk. obviously, just because a town is in the north, doesn’t mean it can’t be tory and vice versa.

the actual bill lineker was talking about is to restrict the amount of people crossing the english channel into the uk from france, most of these people fleeing from war. hang on a minute, aren’t they the same places the uk may or may not have bombed??? what a coincidence. these poor fucking people, coming to this shithole of a country for a better life, and the people who approved the orders to rip them from their lives have the FUCKING AUDACITY TO KICK THEM OUT OF THE COUNTRY.

breaking news today:

what a lovely thing to see. what fucking bullshit.

the absolute fucking shite the government comes out with is unbearable, and there are still tory supporters????? i’m sorry but fuck the hell off.

these people are coming here for a better life. risking their lives to be given a chance at a new one in the lovely uk. putting innocent people in detention centres like we’re back in the 1930s isn’t a great look for the tories, but i doubt people will stop supporting them. instead of funding the military, education services, health services etc. etc., the government are giving france money to build detention centres.

these people, who are somehow in charge of a country, are making my life hell. first it was fucking brexit, don’t even get me started on that, and now it’s adopting a fascist, racist, xenophobic regime. it’s been coming for a long time.

minorities already suffer enough over here, and now we’re going to suffer even more.

my grandparents migrated in the late 60s (i believe so anyways - they’re both dead so i can’t ask them) for a better life, and they got one. after a while anyways. i expect they probably went through a bit because of the ira. again, i never asked either of them, i was too young.

hope you enjoyed my rant :)

[bluezeri]

IM FUCKING CRY YALL RMEMEBER SHIREI??? MY TROOPER CHARACTER WHO I TALK ABOUT NONSTOP??? THE COMMANDER???? YEAH SO I WAS TALKING W MY JAPANESE TUTOR AND I WAS TELLING HER ABT THE NAMES AND GUESS WHAT SHIREI MEAN IN JAPANESE??

IT MEANS TO COMMAND

[preciouslandmermaid]

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) – part 5

Note: This one kinda follows a canon episode, but I can’t remember how everything plays out so my bad if there are continuity errors LMAO.

Pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: they are fucking idiots! Drinking, intoxication, more feelings denial, some Carmy POV, coping with grief but like badly.

Synopsis: You have brunch with your mom and decide to pull some strings to help out Carmy’s business in a completely platonic and normal way.

Gangsters shoot out the front window of The Beef, your best friend pays you a visit, and you and Carmy reflect on what happened last night.

(Read on Ao3)

< Part Four > 

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You met your mother for brunch at a spot near West Chicago Ave. It was further away from your bakery than you usually went for breakfast, but your mom liked their protein bowls. And besides, it wasn’t like you could do anything at the bakery right now. You were expecting a delivery of furniture this afternoon, and they’d need your signature, but that was it. If you went to work now, you’d wind up in your office, and you knew how you’d feel if you did that.

“How do you feel about the competition in the area? I saw they’re opening a Chinese restaurant on the corner.”

You shrugged, “I’m not too worried. Different cuisines and all that.”

“Well, good! You have no reason to worry, actually. I was talking to my friend Kristopher; you know Kristopher yes?” She asked, pushing blueberries around in her oatmeal, and waited for you to nod before continuing. “Kristopher was saying that the Beef is in a spot of trouble with back-taxes. I’d be surprised if they make it through the year.”

You choked on a piece of tomato. Jesus, what sort of mess was Carmy in? You coughed and drank a sip of ice water to clear your lungs.

“What do you mean? Why did Kristopher tell you that?”

“We were just talking.” Your mom avoided eye contact.

“Mom.”

“You came up in conversation!” She said quickly, “I mentioned your bakery and where it was located, and Kristopher’s local. He knows this area and he knows the person handling their case. That’s all. They sit next to one another. It was pure coincidence.”

“I don’t believe that.” You said with a hardened stare. The likelihood of Kristopher causally dropping that information during a benign social call was about as likely as pigs evolving wings in the next twenty-four hours. You knew your mom was coming from a ‘good’ place. She wanted to help you. It’s why she called in a favor from her friend in New York and brought that chef in, it’s why she called Kristopher and got legally ambiguous information from him. Her heart was in the right place. Her morals? Hard to say. You knew your mom to be cutthroat and ambitious. It’s what got her through law school, despite being a single mother in the midst of a divorce. She even had the courage to start again in Chicago while you were away at school. You came to visit for holiday break and discovered your mom packed up her life, left Cincinnati, and started her own law firm.

“Believe or don’t believe whatever you want, sweetie.” She smiled. “I just figured I’d mention it.”

“Can I have Kristopher’s number?”

Her eyebrows raised, “Really?”

“I haven’t talked to him since New Year’s. I’d like to say hi.”

Your mom believed you about as much as you believed her. She smirked and pulled her phone from her expensive, large purse. Your phone buzzed on the table as she sent the contact over to you. You appreciated that she didn’t ask why or press you for details. In truth, you weren’t sure you could explain it if you tried. You were in a rare position of power. It wasn’t like you to call favors and pull strings (your grandfather and mom excelled in those areas). But you’d make an exception…just this once.

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Carmy couldn’t stop making stupid, little mistakes. It started with nicking the side of his finger while chopping onions. It wasn’t a big deal. He washed his hands, put on a band-aid, and slipped on two pairs of gloves. He waited for his body and mind to click into autopilot. It was like second nature to him, following into the rhythm and flow of the kitchen, and his hands would move faster than his brain, predicting movements, and reacting to things before they happened. Yet today something was off. The autopilot never kicked in. He crashed into Manny – all because he forgot to say “Corner”—and that mistake sent a tub of soapy water onto the floor in a flood of bubbles and citrus scent.

“Fuck.” Carmy scratched his forehead with the back of his knuckles. Marcus generously stepped away from his station with white, starched towels to help clean up.

He wasn’t on his game today. Syd was the first to notice and actually say something.

She asked. “Yo, Chef? You good?”

“What?” Carmy nodded, “yeah, I’m good. I’m good.”

“Alright…” Her tone remained dubious.

“One hour till open, Chefs!” He shouted to a chorus of a replied ‘Yes, Chef’. Someone knocked loudly on the back door near the dishwashing station. Carmy checked the time. He wasn’t expecting a delivery and typically the meat guy delivered at the front door.

Sugar glared at him when the door swung open. “I’ve been calling you! You need to answer my calls.”

“Sorry,” He blinked, “what’s going on?”

“Mikey didn’t pay taxes for five years is what.” Sugar sighed heavily.

Carmy tore his fingers through his hair and his stomach plummeted. “Shit…”

“Yeah, shit. We’re lucky that you’re such good friends with—” She said your name and Carmy’s world went sideways. His stomach twisted for an entirely new reason. How did Sugar know you? How were you connected to this fucking IRS mess? He briefly shut his eyes and all he could see was your body, dewy with sweat, pinned beneath his. You were just friends now. He couldn’t think about that. He needed to focus, he needed to stay on task, because Natalie needed him. He shook off the memory and led his sister into Mikey—His—office. Sugar started pulling out boxes and files from the filing cabinets while Carmy sorted through the mail on his desk. His heart flipped at each ‘OVERDUE’ stamped red invoice. Even in his urgency, he couldn’t shake the desire to know more and to have his questions answered.

“Start over. Who did you talk to?”

“I was working with this woman named Ezra, but then a man named Kristopher called me from the IRS.” She explained with her hair falling in front of her face, “he mentioned—” again your name on Natalie’s tongue, “and said that she was a friend of yours. Kristopher said he was taking over for Ezra and approved on an extension. I think it was something relating to bereavement?”

“What the fuck is this?” She flicked through a folder and then tossed it onto a pile.

“An extension for what?” Carmy pressed. His heart thundered inside his ears. You called in some kind of favor for them? Why? He pressed his teeth into his lower lip. Every time he felt like he had you figured out, you pulled the rug out from under him. You were a spitfire, honest nearly to a fault, and quick to deflect with proud shoulders carrying the weight of the world. Yet at the same time, you were empathetic, diligent, sweet, and funny. Often, he found himself thinking about something you said in passing and his lips would quirk upward.

“For the paperwork. I’m supposed to get it to them today, by 3pm, but Kristopher said we have until 11pm.” Sugar said with another heavy, burdened sigh. “How did Mikey organize any of this?”

“I don’t think he did.” Carmy shook his head.

“Good thing we have that extension then…” Sugar flattened her mouth into a hard line, “I can handle this if you need to get back out on the line.”

“No, no, we should be…we should be alright. I’ll keep helping.” They fell into silence with the occasional exclamation of hope, before reading the file and realizing it wasn’t what they needed.

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“I’ve told you like twenty times, you can’t be here, my guy.” You said to the cluster of men who congregated outside your bakery.  You suspected, based on their slicked back hair and gold chains and heavy-handed expensive cologne that they were part of a family gang.

“But Richie won’t let us hang out in front of the Beef anymore and they’re doing construction down the street!” Crooked John complained.

“I am also doing construction.” You pointed out before accepting a clipboard from the furniture delivery service. At last, everything arrived and in mostly one piece. A few of the tables would need setting up, their legs screwed in and such, but the delivery service would handle that.

“Listen, John. Can I call you John?”

“I prefer Crooked John. It’s less confusing that way.”

“Fine.” You ran one hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face, “Crooked John. I understand the predicament you’re in, but the sidewalk is pretty stacked on this side, and it becomes a liability issue for me if ya’ll hang out here.”

“You want us to go back across the street?” Mr. Carl asked, “cause they’re just gonna send us back this way.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out your wallet. “How much for you to stay off my side?” You didn’t have time to be handling this. You needed to catch the L and get an Uber to your mom’s office. You were conducting interviews there while your working crew finished moving furniture and installing the security system.

“Hundred.” Crooked John said.

“Fifty,” said Mr. Carl.

“Hundred-fifty.”

Mr. Carl opened his mouth to raise the bid. You lifted your hand and signaled them to stop. You pulled cash from your wallet, counting it with efficiency, and holding the smooth, crisp bills to Crooked John and Mr. Carl respectively. They shared a surprised, impressed glance.

“Here’s two hundred. Keep it for yourself, split it with your buddies, I don’t care. Just get off my street.”

“Yes, Ma’m.” Mr. Carl nodded enthusiastically, “me and my boys will stay clear.”

Crooked John smiled. “You got it, doll.”

You ignored the weird misogyny. “This is a one-time thing and next time, I won’t be so nice.”

Crooked John and his friends finally left your sidewalk and allowed for the free-flowing movement of your contracted employees. You checked your watch. “Fuck.”

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Gunfire hit the front of the Beef and Carmy’s instincts jolted into fight-or-flight.

He rushed out of his to the front of the store, “We good? Everyone good?” 

They were lucky, he figured, that the bullet didn’t shatter the entire window. He couldn’t imagine the cost that would have. He glanced across the street, but it was impossible to see if any other stores were affected. Your bakery was blocked by a moving truck, and he hoped that meant you weren’t hit too. Friends could care about that sort of shit, right? His chest tightened. Not for the first time since meeting you, he wished he had your phone number. A quick text would confirm you were alright.

And what if she isn’t? Carmy’s mouth went cottony and dry. A rapid, overwhelming sense of helplessness flooded his system, and he pressed his hands against his face. He felt Sugar’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He sighed and bounced a pen on his fingertips. He tried vainly to push you from his mind. It was like pushing a handful of sand against the wind. He slid to the floor, files around him, and glanced over at Sugar.

He finally asked, “Did you, um, did you talk to her?”

It took her a minute to reply. She shook her head. “No, why?” She looked away from the chaotic files and met his eyes. Sugar’s brow furrowed and he knew he revealed something.

“You’re being weird about this, Carmy. What’s going on?”

He answered swiftly. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Really?” She pressed.

Carmy licked his lips. “I mean…it’s nothing, now. It was…it was…almost something – you know – for a little while.”

Sugar watched him with sympathy shining in her blue eyes. He found himself giving Sugar the bare bones of your connection. He told her how you bought the property across the street, and how your relationship was contentious at first, but now had smoothed into something softer and kinder like the erosion and transformation of sea glass. He skipped the detail of how you slept together. That experience had forever altered his view on relationships and sex, but that was a secret he’d take to the grave.

“I don’t see the issue.” She said, “It sounds like you’re friends and that’s a good thing, Carmy.” Her voice carried a note of pride. “You should have connections outside of this blackhole.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Carmy nodded. “I know that.”

Her eyes softened. She could read between the lines when he was being shitty and vague, and he knew she wouldn’t let him get away with it. He could secretly admit that it felt nice to talk about it. It felt nice to talk about you. The only people within the Beef who fairly knew you were either Marcus or Richie and he couldn’t imagine talking to either of them.  

Sugar asked, “What happened?”

“It’s just that…I sort of…I brought up the idea of us being more than friends. Because I – uh - I couldn’t get her out of my head, you know? But! It was nice sometimes because…because for a minute I wasn’t thinking about the fucking invoices or the deliveries from the butcher shop or Mikey’s shitty bookkeeping…” Carmy rubbed his jaw and stared at the wall.

“I’d have a smoke and I’d be selfish for thirty seconds and think about her. And…” He massaged his fingers, knuckles cracking faintly beneath his grip. “I felt like I could breathe for - for just – for just a second.”

“And I know she’s right. I’m not - we’re not - it wouldn’t be good for us to be together.” He admitted with a pained expression. There was the salt in the wound; the righteous, truthful salt. You both had more than enough bullshit to deal with. He was inexperienced, as a restaurant owner, and as someone’s boyfriend. He didn’t know the first thing about it. Hell, he’d crack like an egg under the pressure. You deserved better than someone like him. You deserved something without a metric ton of fucking emotional baggage and two whole notches on his belt (including you). And you were grieving. Although you hadn’t talked about it, he imagined you must’ve been close to your grandfather to bring so much heart into your bakery.

He really, really fucking hoped your bakery didn’t get hit by the gunfire.

“So, that’s what happened. I’ve got bigger issues to deal with but I’m fucking sulking over a girl.” He rubbed his hand over his face, “It’s shit.”

After finally saying everything aloud, his day and mistakes clicked into perspective. No wonder he was off his game. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your conversation last night. He should’ve gotten your phone number before he left. He should’ve asked you to pick up coffee with him on the way to work. Anything, really, that might warrant the chance to know you better.

Now, he worried you would start putting distance between yourself and him. The idea of never speaking to you again, or never seeing you glare daggers at Richie, made his skin prickle with goosebumps.

“No, no! Carmy, it’s not.” She reached out and placed a hand on his knee. “We can’t control matters of the heart.”

“Yeah, no shit. You’re with Pete.” He grinned behind his palm.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you want some advice or not?”

Sugar was the only one among them to have a normal, functioning relationship even if it was with Pete. Granted, he had no fucking clue if Mikey had girlfriends, (or boyfriends for that matter) and his parents’ marriage wasn’t a good example. She must be doing something right if she was happy with Pete.

Carmy nodded.

“Take care of yourself. That’s the priority.” She said severely, then her tone softened as she continued, “ And once things are calmer around here…check-in with how you feel and see what happens. Maybe you’ll both be in a healthier space to explore something.”

“Yeah, yeah maybe.” He placed his hand over hers and squeezed, “Thanks, Sugar.”

She smiled. “What sort of big sister would I be if I didn’t give my baby brother relationship advice?”

Someone shouted from front of house. “Oh shit! Damn!” The attitude of the strangers’ voice was alarming enough to pull Carmy out of his office. A flash of red lights fractured and flickered beneath the hanging, blue plastic tarp. He touched Richie’s shoulder at the sight of their customers hovering near the busted window and trying to peer across the road. Anxiety tightened like a knot made of fishing wire inside his gut.

“Shit. What’s going on? Cops?”

“No, dude, it’s an ambulance.” Said Richie, “Do you think someone got fucking shot!?”

Carmy fingers twitched. “No way.” The words sounded flat and false to his own ears. There was a chance someone had been shot. A gun had been fired. It was only logical to assume someone could be injured. Why else would an ambulance be called? And what if it was you? Carmy pressed his fist against his chest where his heart pounded painfully inside his chest. What if it was? Again, the sense of powerlessness claimed him. If anything happened to you, he’d be the last to know. He’d probably read about on Twitter or something three days later.

Marcus said your name and it cut through the white noise in Carmy’s mind. He forcefully tuned himself back into the conversation happening around him.

Richie asked, “What? You gonna go over there?”

“What?” Marcus snorted. “No. I have her number.”

“Ooh!” teased Richie while humping the air, “Marcus making moves.”

Carmy hit Richie’s shoulder, “Shut up.” Richie should consider himself lucky that they didn’t have HR at the Beef otherwise he’d be written up every hour. “Don’t’ do that shit while we have customers, cousin. Come on!”

“Don’t be such a big baby!”

“For the record, she called me when I interviewed with her.” Marcus cut in while texting on his phone, “That’s why I have her number.” He grinned, proud and soft. “And she texted me to tell me my cake was fire.”

It wasn’t jealousy that writhed in his stomach. He had no reason to be jealous. But it was a little fucked up that Marcus had your number, and he didn’t right? Were you close friends with Marcus? Did you know him better than he implied? He squeezed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and forced himself to be present.

“We don’t need to focus on this right now—” Carmy said, “Marcus, back to your station. Richie? The customers?”

Richie scowled. “What? I’m not gonna tell them to stop gawking.”

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Dani, a fifty-year old Hispanic pastry chef who lived her whole life in Chicago, sat across from you on your mom’s charcoal couch. Your first interview had been a little awkward, but there was something about Dani’s earnest and spirited nature that inspired you to give her a callback. This interview was significantly more productive and personable.

“And I made this carrot cake for my niece’s birthday.” She said, showing you a picture from her phone, and the cake was in the shape of a rabbit’s head. It was cute and you told her so. Dani’s coffee brown eyes warmed with the compliment. Your phone buzzed, open faced on the coffee table, alerting you of a text from Marcus.

You made a mental note to reply after the interview.

“Listen, Dani, I’d like to hire you.” You pressed your lips together. “I think it’s important that you know where I’m coming from. I’ve never owned a bakery. I’ve got experience in business management, and finance, and I could optimize a fiscal calendar with my eyes closed.”

You leaned forward, twisting your fingers together, “But I want to make more than just my grandad proud with this property. I want it to be something that I’m proud of too.”

“A noble and courageous goal.” Dani smiled.

Heat burned the tips of your ears, “I guess so.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out the hiring paperwork you managed to type up last night (at home, because God help you—you couldn’t get anything done in your office). You passed it to her with a brief quirk of a smile. The paperwork was your standard contract, wages, benefits, and so on.

“It’s only bulky because it’s written in Spanish and English. I remember you mentioned that Spanish was your first language.” Dani nodded, thumbing through the pages, and you continued, “Look this over and give me a call when you’re ready.”

She said, “Thank you.” A pleasant farewell, a handshake, and you were finally left alone. You kicked off your shoes and tucked your legs underneath yourself, picking up your phone. You tapped open your messaging app to finally read Marcus’ text.

His text read: ‘You good? Someone shot our window.’

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard to reply. You assumed everyone was fine, though your chest constricted with a minor worry that Richie could’ve gotten himself shot in the ass. Eh, Marcus would’ve said something if that happened. Your phone buzzed with another text and the banner dropped from the top of your screen to reveal your best friend’s name.

‘Surprise, bitch.’ She wrote. ‘Guess who is in Chicago?’

You immediately swiped over to your thread of conversation with her.

‘Dinner at Patty’s? 7?’ You texted her back with a momentary glance at the clock. You had two more interviews to finish before your day ended. You could finish up here, head home to shower and change, and meet Taylor there.

Her reply was almost immediate. ‘It’s like we share the same mind. Meet you there!! Wear something hot, cause I wanna go out afterward. The Neon Lounge just opened last week.’

You snickered and excitement colored the rest of your day in vibrant, orange hues that bubbled like champagne.

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You didn’t make any true friends until college and Taylor was the first, and most loyal of them all. She was tall, dark-haired, with wide green eyes perpetually smudged by mascara. It was the type of friendship where you could go days without speaking, or months without seeing each other, and pick up right where you left off. The conversation flowed like a river downstream.

“You seeing anyone?” She asked.

“I am – I mean – I was fucking this guy for a little bit.” You said. It would be disingenuous to avoid mentioning Carmy. Sure, you were only friends, but Taylor knew every cobwebbed secret and unpolished truth of your life. Besides, you wanted to talk about it. If anyone could help you make sense of your tangled thoughts and feelings about the Beef’s owner—it was Taylor.

Taylor grinned and her nose ring gleamed in the restaurants’ moody lighting. “Details.”

“Well, I sort of hated him at first, for stupid reasons and then we hooked up in his car.”

“Love that.”

You found yourself bearing your heart between the appetizer dish and the main course. You told her everything. The incredible sex, the panic attack, the apologies, the complicated and primal emotional attraction that went beyond sex.

“I actually want to like hang out with him.” You admitted with a groan, “Can you believe it?”

“Yeah.” Taylor laughed. “I fucking can. I knew this would happen. I knew you’d eventually meet someone who made you crazy.”

You scoffed. “Shut up!”

“So, what’s the deal? You going on a date or what?”

“No, no. I – I ended it.”

“What? Seriously? Babes. C’mon.”

“Taylor, I can’t have a boyfriend right now.”

“Who says he has to be your boyfriend?!” Said Taylor, almost offended on your behalf. “You’ve done casual before.”

“I can’t do casual either! He’s got enough shit on his plate – I mentioned the dead brother, yeah? And I’ve got the bakery and grandad and a thousand other things.” You took a sip of chilled white wine. “It’s better like this.”

She pouted. “Bullshit. Do you want to know what I think?”

“You’re gonna tell me anyway, so go ahead.” You made a flippant gesture with your hand.

“Damn right.” She looked smug. “I think you feel a real connection with this guy and you’re running scared like you always do. Because that’s easier than being honest and opening yourself up to get hurt like how your mom did.”

Your jaw dropped and you sputtered a nervous laugh. “Wow! Not pulling any punches and bringing up the family issues, huh?”

“Just calling it like I see it.” She said, looking away while sipping her wine, though you caught her grin at the rim of the glass. You shook your head. Taylor might hold some truth to her words, but you weren’t going to change your mind about Carmy. It was better if you were just friends. Adding a relationship, even a causal one, would throw off the delicate chemistry of your lives and daily routine. It had nothing to do with the way your heart increased pace whenever you saw him.

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He and Sugar eventually found the paperwork they needed in a blue file named ‘Shit’. It was a small miracle. He also didn’t fuck up too much throughout the rest of the day besides a small burn at the inner flesh of his wrist. Now that the lunch and dinner rush were over and the kitchen clean, Carmy fiddled with a spoon in his hands and let it hit the tips of his fingers, and his mind took ten-steps ahead and worried about you. Again. On his smoke break after dinner, he wandered to the front of the Beef, hoping for a chance to see you. However, the lights in your bakery were off and all the workers were gone for the day. If you had been there—he didn’t know (and not knowing was the worst part).

“Hey, Marcus?” Marcus turned away from his donut project at the sound of Carmy’s voice. “You, uh, you figure out the ambulance across the street?”

Marcus frowned. “Nah. She didn’t hit me back.”

“Huh.” Carmy pressed his tongue into the back of his teeth. “Okay.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Y-yeah. Yeah.” Carmy sniffed and nodded and broke away from the conversation before he was tempted to ask Marcus to text you again.

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The Neon Lounge had two levels. The first floor contained the bar, the bathrooms, and the main stage for live music with dancing space. The upper floor had a few tables and balcony space to watch the shows from a higher perspective. The music thumped through the dark, black-lit illuminated space.  

The black lights flashed, turning white shirts stark and blue-tinged, and making the neon body paint stand out in streaks and swirls of green, pink, blue, yellow, and orange. You and Taylor painted each inch of exposed skin (because you were both a little drunk and it was fun). Taylor highlighted her verdant eyes with dots of neon green on her cheekbones. You painted swirling designs of neon pink on your arms with a smiled memory of Delilah.

You danced with the thumping bass reverberating through your bones. The crowd surged around you, jumping to the beat, and you threw your head back in a grin. You needed this, you realized. You needed to break the monotony and leave your stresses and heartache at the door. A muscular, shirtless guy with neon blue streaks across his chest gave you A Look. Taylor noticed it. You noticed it. She waggled her eyebrows at you as the mystery guy made his way through the dancing crowd to reach you.

His placed a tentative, seeking hand on your waist and you drew him in. This was how you forgot about Carmy. The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. You linked your arms around his bulky shoulders and pressed your mouth to his. Taylor whooped.

“Get it, bitch!” She screamed above the noise of music.

You ignored the twisting guilty revulsion in your stomach. Carmy probably kissed other girls all the time. You weren’t exclusive. You never were and you never would be. You pressed yourself closer to the stranger, hoping to forget, and letting the music wash over you in powerful, swelling waves. He responded enthusiastically, cupping your ass, and delving his tongue between your lips. His aftershave was sharp and clean, and you desperately tried to not recoil from it. It was nothing like Carmy’s smoke-tinged, woodsy, and grease-tinged sweat. Stop thinking about him! You chastised yourself with a hard mental slap.

The stranger’s mouth dropped to your throat, and you tilted your head back to stare up at the lights. Their bright flash burned into your retinas and left after-images of ghostly blue and deep scarlet along the edges of your vision. Carmy’s face floated to the surface of your mind and his little boyish smirk before he left you a hickey on your breast. You swallowed harshly.

“I need a smoke.” You shouted into the strangers’ ear before pulling away. You hand-signaled to Taylor with two main fingers tapping your mouth. You also needed a drink. A strong one, preferably. You grabbed a shot from one of the shot girls carrying a tray around the outskirts of the dance floor. It incinerated the taste of the stranger’s tongue out of your mouth and burned beautifully down your throat.

You joined the rest of the smokers, huddled outside the building, in the cool night air. You borrowed a lighter (Taylor stole yours earlier in the evening) and plucked your phone out of your pocket. It was nearly 1 AM and you had two missed calls from an unknown number. No voicemails. It was likely a spam call trying to steal your social security number or convince you to buy erectile dysfunction medication. You inhaled a lungful of smoke and tapped the screen to call them back. The most recent call showed it arrived an hour ago.

It rang several times before connecting with a generic, robotic voicemail. The alcohol sloshed inside your skull and made you feel daring and reckless. Realistically, there was a small chance the unknown number was important. Given the hour and lack of voicemail, however, you doubted its legitimacy and used this opportunity to fuck around.

“Hey, uh. I don’t know who this is, but whatever you’re selling, you know, whether its Tupperware or holistic meds to make my tits bigger – I’m not interested. Alright?” You smiled into the receiver. “Alright. Cool.”

You finished smoking your cigarette with a gay couple making out next to you against the side of the building. With a strange clarity of thought, you realized you were glad you didn’t have Carmy’s number, because otherwise you would’ve texted him and showed up, sloshed and desperate, at his front door. You snapped a quick, cute selfie with the neon lights behind you before putting your phone away and returning to the pumping music and hot, unattached strangers.

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Carmy woke with a startled jump. He pressed his hands to face, shuddering, as the nightmares left him in waves as slow as molasse. His clock beside his bed informed him that he was awake twenty minutes before his alarm. He fumbled for his phone and the words ‘NEW VOICEMAIL’ across the home screen made his heart leap.

He rapidly pressed the 1 on the lock screen until his phone opened. He brought the phone to his hear with shallow, nervous breaths. The first noise he heard was muffled, rumbling music. Then – your voice. Carmy released a heavy, relieved sigh that drew his shoulders into his chest. She’s okay. She’s fine.

He spent the day on a thin, razor wire, waiting for the inevitable fall and bisection of his composure. He tugged his fingers through his curled, sleep-mussed hair. It’s early and you’re likely sleeping, but that doesn’t stop him from opening his messaging app and typing.  

‘Got your number from Marcus. It’s Carm.’

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Your phone vibrated noisily on the edge of the cool, porcelain tub. You lift your head from where it was pillowed on your arm and looked around—confused—before the evening comes back to you in snippets of hazy, soft-edged memory. This is Taylor’s hotel room. Your skin and clothes were smeared with pallid, white paint. It was rather unimpressive without the enhancement of the black-lights. You winced at the bright, painful light above your head. Why did you fall asleep in a bathtub with the lights on? God, past-drunk-you was a mess.

You blinked blearily at the text message.

‘Stalker.’ You write back. You went to save his number and typed ‘asshole’ in the name space before pausing and staring at the letters with a frown. You sighed, deleting it, and writing ‘Carmy’ instead. As you swiped back to the conversation and a few bubbles appeared on the screen. What was he doing awake at this ungodly hour? You rolled your tongue around in your dry, uncomfortable mouth.

‘Did your front of house get hit too?’

‘No.’ You worried your lower lip between your teeth before adding, in a second message, ‘You’re the one with all the bad luck.’

‘Yeah, I guess so.’

You stared at the screen with your heart flip-flopping inside your chest. This was fine, right? Friends texted. This was normal. You could text him without getting attached. A few bubbles appeared and then disappeared. You drummed your fingers against the edge of the tub.

The bubbles appeared again then vanished. You rolled your eyes, bringing your phone closer to your face and typing furiously.

‘I can see you typing!! Say what you wanna say, pussy.’

Carmy’s message arrived a second later. ‘I’m glad you’re OK.’

A thrilling, pleasant sensation prickled across your scalp and down your spine. Your thumb clicked the edge of your phone and turned off the screen. You flopped back into the tub, curling your knees close to your chest, and groaning at the spots dancing in front of your eyes. You hoped the sudden sensation of nausea was from drinking and not from the confusing, heart-fluttering text you just received. What did he mean?

“He’s just glad my window wasn’t blasted to hell.” You muttered to yourself while draping your arm over your tired, weak eyes. “Professional courtesy. That’s all.”

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·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .       ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .　

*°:⋆ₓₒ　pure vanilla cookie　ₓₒ⋆:°*

♡ Sigh, what an a amazing feeling it is, Pure vanilla loves the feeling he feels towards to you with his whole heart. Prepare yourself for the ultimate affection.

♡ Gets more attentive to you, man invites you to everything he does, literally everything, even if hes doing nothing. ‘ Why not drink tea together (Name)? ’ ‘ Would you like to have a walk with me? It will refresh your mind. ’ ‘ (Name), if you didn’t eat yet, let’s have lunch/dinner at the castle, hm? ’

♡ Adores the shit out of you, ughh and the way he says your name-  resist the urge to kiss you out of nowhere, he trys so damn hard, like- just hold ur face gently in his hands, tilt your head a lil, and kith-

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧   ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

*°:⋆ₓₒ　madeleine cookie　ₓₒ⋆:°*

♡ It was love at the first sight, believe me, he falled so hard. so damn hard. Was that an angel? Did he die? Are you his guardian angel-

♡ Trys to steal glances without being seen, fails, because his crush on you is so damn obvious like everyone knows he has a crush on you. Espresso being so tired and shit with madeleine cuz hes watching you with dreamy eyes.

♡ His thoughs are just so fucking pure i just can’t, all he wants to do is just kiss you- yeah- thats all. Just want to hold you in his arms. screams

♡ Tries so damn hard to not faint here and there, when having a conversation with you, trying so hard to not stutter. His face redder than anything, trying to breathe- espresso rolling his eyes

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧   ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

*°:⋆ₓₒ　espresso cookie　ₓₒ⋆:°*

♡ Calm, cool and collected. He knows what to do- wait, is that laTTE AND MADELEINE-

♡ Yeah,, those two scares him the most. Crap- Well,, he needs to impress you! With his coffee magic of course, sneaks off to find you, oh, what a coincide! You were also going that way? Why not let him accompany you hm?

♡ He talks, talks and talks. Talks about, coffee magic and shit talks about others. It makes you laugh alot tho, he takes pride in that, their smile, their laugh ugh- if i may, can i just kiss you please-

♡ Of course its not always like this, a wild latte appears, smirking smugly- Espresso was this close to strangle her- this close, but thats not happen- she quickly flies away, with a ‘good day.’

♡ One time, Madeleine had enough, and was this close to expose Espresso’s crush on you, Espresso just straight up smacked his face, acting like nothing happened, he asked how was your day, with a lil blush and smile.

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧   ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

*°:⋆ₓₒ　dark choco cookie　ₓₒ⋆:°*

♡ Feeling? Nah, you deserve better than him. No, you really deserve someone better than him. Well,, he can’t really ignore that you are always on his mind, so,, its his escape to think about you.

♡ When thinking about you, he always, always blushes, how he can’t??! You- you’re just so beautiful, so pretty- and he thinks hes not, with the scars he has, he thinks he is not suitable for you. So, he keeps everything to himself.

♡ He writes letters to you, but never actually sends them. He is scared how you might react, also doesn’t want you get involved with the darkness. Man cares about you more than himself-

♡ Eventually his feeling gets better of him, seeks you out, in the middle of night, explains his feeling to you and gives all the letters he wrote for you, turning his head as he waits for rejection, only to hear your soft voice, accepting his feelings.

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧   ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

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[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

I would. And I do. Because suddenly everyone’s talking about aliens and I did a cursory search and something about a hearing regarding UFOs came up, and I still say it’s military because while I certainly believe in alien life, the chances of another intelligent species evolving on another planet around the same time we evolved on ours, or earlier, and gaining the technology to come see us when our universe isn’t *that* old, given all the coincidences that need to happen to cause diversity of life and eventual intelligent life (including but not limited to: a whole other fucking planet crashing into yours and sending it spinning super fast giving you a short night and day cycle so you don’t freeze or burn, plus a very big satellite relative to your planet which affects the tides, etc.), when life has not even spontaneously occurred for a second time on our own planet, every living thing here is related to one another, let alone life that evolves into intelligent beings capable of space travel *deep breath* is literally astronomical! Which would mean if we found out there are in fact intelligent alien life forms, I would seriously have to revisit the notion of a higher being because I cannot see how it could happen without some kind of divine intervention. I’m willing to chalk up a lot to coincidence. Evolution itself is pure coincidence, I’m not an interventionist, humans aren’t an end goal, there is no end goal, evolution will carry on with or without us. But intelligent aliens at the same time as us that also just so happen to be close enough to reach us? That’s asking a lot. Not that I think any of our religious interpretations would be correct about this higher being(s) if such beings exist, religion is a tool for men to control women, and I don’t intend to be worshipping a starry overlord in any case. But the point is I would have to seriously consider that one could exist beyond the simple “I can’t say one doesn’t” that I’ve got going on currently.

*ahem*

What about aliens?

what about aliens?

[luvksj]

Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion

author’s note: happy 2022 y’all !!! i can’t believe it’s 2022 already, 2021 did go by really fast and covid still a damn pest. hope y’all are safe, happy and healthy w the people you love !!! once again, i’d like to thank you all for the support i received in 2021 for my little drabbles i write when i’m bored or couldn’t be fucked doing my uni work (that’s right, pro procrastinator right here). 

anyway, 3/4 of the undisputed era have officially joined AEW! it’s good that they’re w/ a company that cares about their wrestlers and allows them to be creative! many ex-wwe wrestlers have joined AEW now which is understandable bc AEW is just better than WWE in many, many ways. this is just my opinion btw. wonder if roderick will jump ships when his contract ends with wwe... anyways i wish nothing but the best for you guys and THEM in 2022! 

please enjoy the story 😄 also, can we pretend roderick and many others are in aew ?

pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but... that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.

warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me. 

Oh sweetheart... did nobody tell you? Nothing last forever.

You had no way to escape them now, all possible points of exits blocked off by them. 

Struggling to grasp the situation at hand, you couldn’t understand how they managed to find you... despite using every measure possible to avoid them. 

So, how did it amount to this in the first place? Well, let me tell you...

[long flashback warning]

You hated them. You loathed them. You detested them. 

They were the reason your life was a living hell: controlling you like their own puppet forcing you to fulfill their every wish even if it was outrageous. You had to do it... no matter what. 

According to them, you belonged to them. No-one else. Every single part of you was their property from the air you breathed to the words you spoke belonged to them. 

And they had no problem in telling everyone that. From their colleagues to the higer-ups. If someone struggled to grasp that fact, they had no problem in breaking it down for them even if their teaching methods were... extreme. 

Do you know what made it worse? 

The fact you couldn’t fight back. No matter how much you wanted to fight back, you just weren’t able too. If you dare disobey them, you’d be laying motionless in the basement: covered in bruises, cuts and blood left to rot until you apologized for acting so bratty. 

You just didn’t have the physical strength to combat them. Four professional wrestlers against one you. And they knew that... which made you even angrier using your weakness to their advantage just like snakes they were.

You, Y/N L/N, were the property of the most dominant faction in NXT history. The Undisputed Era. 

Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. The names of the men whom you hated with a fiery passion. To nearly everyone, they were total sweethearts. Kind-hearted, caring, gentle... basically the opposite of what they were to you. 

One word you’d use to describe them was demons. To you, they were manipulative, possessive, controlling, aggressive and clingy. You couldn’t go anywhere without one of them accompanying you because there was a good chance you’d try to run away and they couldn’t let that happen to their precious golden gem. 

And you wouldn’t make it far even if you tried. There were security cameras everywhere -- even inside the bathroom. Some hidden in the most unusual places. They had many connections and you’d be found before you could even step into a taxi. 

They weren’t taking any chances. You were their golden gem, the most important part of their golden prophecy. And they’d be damn if you got away. 

So for years, you endured the torture. You had gotten so used to forcing a smile that you had forgotten what it felt like to genuinely smile. What freedom felt life, what if felt like to be legitimately happy. And... it was all because of them. 

However, you finally had enough and decided to try attempt what could be considered as a death sentence if you got caught. 

With assistance from everyone you knew and could trust, you faked your death. 

You meticulously planned for this ensuring every possible situation was covered and had numerous back-up plans ready just in case. Just like them, you weren’t taking any chances. This had to work otherwise... you’d end up dead. 

[warning: mentions of suicide up ahead. please do not read if it triggers and/or makes you uncomfortable]

The plan was to fake a suicide. You would inject yourself with a drug that made you seem dead and would use prosethetic 

Then once you were deemed dead, you’d place a fake body double of yourself inside the casket and go into hiding until it was safe to come out... whenever that may be. 

It was rather elaborate, risky and many things could go horribly wrong but you had to try. You were sick and tired of being controlled and tormented by them. You could no longer just sit and watch yourself be abuse like this. It was time to fight back.

By some miracle, it actually worked. Your plan worked. It actually fucking worked.

They brought it all. They actually believed you had commited suicide... and ignoring the huge cost your ‘plan’ incurred which practically drained your bank account (rip)... it was one-hundred percent worth it.

Because this, in return, gave you something which you’ve craved for the longest time: your freedom and happiness. And you didn’t care that you were now broke, you were happily broke and FREE! Free those demonic cretins who made your life literal hell and controlled you like their own puppet. 

But not anymore, you were finally free and happy for the first time in a long time. 

[Timeskip: 10 years later]

It has been ten years since that faithful day. The day you’ll remember forever, the day you regained your happiness and escaped the clutches of four men who could literally be the reincarnation of Satan. 

After you ‘death’, they were so distraught that they broke up, blaming each other for your so-called ‘suicide’. It got to the point where they had to leave WWE as being here only reminded them of you and how they failed you. While they were suffering, you were living on cloud nine.

These past ten years having been nothing but a DREAM. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted without being submitted to torture and you took FULL advantage of this. 

You decided to pursue your passion and become a wrestler. You’ve always wanted to wrestle but they were strictly against it, prohibiting it, stating that you’ve got them and they’ll handle anyone who hurts you. So... it was a waste of time, according to them but they’re NOT here anymore. 

Signing with WWE, you slowly worked your way up the ranks and within a few years became an accomplished wrestler with many title reigns under your belt. You also became an advocate for mental health and abuse. You didn’t want anyone else to suffer what you did. 

However, this ‘fever’ dream of yours all came crashing down one day and it caught you by surprise.

You had just finished your match, wrestling one of your dream opponents on the grandest stage of them all. You won... just. For some time, ever since Royal Rumble, something’s felt off... like something bad is awaiting you and no matter how hard you’ve tried ignoring the feeling, it comes back to haunt you. 

Today, you just felt so off your game. You felt something bad was going to happen today and despite trying to shake it off, it kept lingering like a bad aftertaste. 

During the match, you were really distracted. You could just feel their eyes glaring a gaping hole right through. Them, the people you’ve been avoiding for ten years. 

Heading to the locker room after visiting the medics and getting stitched up, this bad feeling intensified with every step. And before you knew it, you were standing in front of the locker room door, nervous as hell. You didn’t what awaited you on the other side but your gut feeling told you... it wasn’t good.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and looked around carefully. It looked safe but you still wanted to be sure. You checked every corner, leaving no stone unturned. Some might call it paranoia but if they went what you went through then... they’d understand it’s not paranoia but safety precautions. 

The locker room was clear... maybe you were really halluncinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.” 

[yanderecandystore]

(nsfw kinda?) what would the twins do if they went to a party and then woke up next to someone after you-know-what and realize its s/o g/n? would they be shocked? scared? also remeber to drink water and get good sleep!

The irony boo is that I'm doing neither of those things lol-

But something I will do it's your request! It sounds really fun, boo!

I'm sorry this isn't better- I wish I could try this concept again on a full fledged fanfic but I'm not feeling the right mood yet, I think I would half-ass it because of that.

TW/Tags: nsfw/mentions of nsfw // short headcanon // the twins being both tsunderes and yanderes, I just really like the mixture XD // a slight memory loss before regaining everything cause I don't want to make this too dramatic // delusional thinking and possessive thoughts

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Surprise slumber party [Yandere!Bully OCS x GN!Reader - Headcanon]:

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Ya know, the twins are known for bringing different people to sleep with them, normally just so they could have a one time fun with them and then leave- But this time it seems to be very different.

Adrien can't remember what happened the day before but after looking around and analysing his clues he has come to the conclusion that A: This is not the Coldwell mansion and B: HOLY SHIT why the FUCK are YOU sleeping next to them?-

Normally they tend to not care for who is sleeping next to them, just assuming that the warmth that comes from the body next to them is just another toy- Someone who is worth enough to sleep with them, but also not high enough in their standards to be considered a romantic partner.

But you?? You're not just a mere toy to them, you fool.

It's obvious that you two spent the night together in someone else's house, probably a friend of the twins. This confuses Adrien to no end, how were even invited to the party in the first place?? How did a loser like you get in here and how did a loser like you slept with him- YOU SLEPT WITH HIM, OH MY GOD-

Did you two… If you two really did fuck then why can't he remember anything?? This was supposed to be the most important memory in the moment yet he can't recall how you two ended up like this.

It's not his imagination either, there seems to be enough proof to support that you two did something together, but he can't tell how far it went- He wishes he could remember how it was.

Your body, naked next to him- Love bites that seem to be his on doing (he fucking hopes it's his on, or we're going to have a problem-), there doesn't seem to be any other marks- It wasn't rough and ruthless like he normally is with you, well, outside this scenario. Sounds like the perfect time that he can't. Fucking. Remember.

How inconsiderate. He can't even remember what he had imagined doing for so long. Maybe the memories will come back soon enough, he hopes they do.

Could you still remember? Probably not, you seem to be more unconscious than him- But he does hope you remember how it was, how HE was, was it like how he imagined- Was it how you imagined?

"- … Did you ever think about doing this with him at all? Was it- Was it actually love and not just-"

He is more confused than anything else, it was a very pleasant surprise but also so frustrating how he couldn't remember exactly how it went- Some parts seem to be coming back but not the whole scene, and in a foolish attempt at regaining his memories, he tries to redo his actions as his hand tries finding its way around your body once again-

If you wake up right now, you'll see the most confusing mixture of feelings into one single expression: fear, lost, yet an look of pure wonder- The scene before him is beautiful but the fact that only a couple of moments seem to play in his head makes him feel lost and fearful of what you might think of him.

Right now he feels so vulnerable, regretful that he couldn't have done this sooner- Sounds of last night echo through his mind. No one entered in this room except you two, and it's still really early in the morning so he can just go back and enjoy this moment- After all, what could be the best way to celebrate this moment if not by savouring his victory?

He finally got you by his side in the most intimate way possible and finally you can see that you belong to him- He won. He finally won...

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Ya know, the twins are known for bringing different people to sleep with them, normally just so they could have a one time fun with them and then leave- But this time it seems to be very different.

Alexandra can't remember what happened the day before but after looking around and analysing her clues she has come to the conclusion that A: This is not the Coldwell mansion and B: HOLY SHIT why the FUCK are YOU sleeping next to them?-

Normally they tend to not care for who is sleeping next to them, just assuming that the warmth that comes from the body next to them is just another toy- Someone who is worth enough to sleep with them, but also not high enough in their standards to be considered a romantic partner.

But you?? You're not just a mere toy to them, you fool.

It's obvious that you two spent the night together in someone else's house, probably a friend of the twins.

Which by the way- How dare you?? Who invited you? Who allowed a loser like you inside this party in the first place?? Did you come with someone else- wait- why are you- WHY IS SHE NAKED?? Why are you BOTH NAKED??? Alexandra feels embarrassed as she can't remember how you two came to be in this position in the first place.

If you two really- Well, fucked- How can she not recall it?? Why can't she remember every single detail from last night?? It was supposed to be "the moment" yet she can only get a couple of scenes inside her head.

It's not a coincidence, it can't be! You two wouldn't be sharing a bed like this unless… No, it's clear that it happened- But why can't she just- Argh! How stressful, YOU are so stressful. You make her go to cloud nine every time she sees you yet she can't even remember if she made you pay for making her feel so- Bashful…

Look at you, naked and… A-And filled with stretch marks- It's clear that she used your body as a canvas for her sharp nails, yet they clearly don't look as painful as her other "victims". Your soft skin looks just as delectable as it always does, but the context of what could have happened makes this scenario so much better- But she still can't remember what got you two to this point, how inconsiderate.

It's the moment she would dream off every night, yet only a couple of scenes and sounds seem to be appearing in her very foggy mind. Maybe later she'll remember how it all went down, but she still needs to know some very important details right now-

Was it… Fun? To you, that is- Was it, like she dreamed off? O-or maybe it was more like one of your dreams- Although she shouldn't expect you to have nice dreams about her, they're all probably nightmares…

Was she good to you like you are to her?

"- Was I sweet… like you are? Was this love or just…"

She feels ashamed more than anything else, now she can't even remember if she looked good while topping you (if she finds out she went bottom mode with you on your first night she'll commit "not living anymore"-). As she caresses your body in hopes of triggering her memory back she can't deny that you look really appetizing, like something she could just take another bite off but never feel satisfied- Or maybe like someone that she can love, and love and love again yet never feel bored of it.

Her expression would be one of- Well, embarrassment mixed with a look of worship- This is probably the most vulnerable she has felt in a long time, yet this is the first time she feels so close to someone, that's a part of her that wants to wake you up and try to show you how much she adores you all over again.

But right now she should control herself, it's already morning, it's a new day. There are probably lots of party guests around the house, and even if the door is locked she doesn't want anyone to know of this. Let her enjoy this alone with you, goddamnit.

She won… Can you believe that?? She won. She won, she won! After so long she finally has you here with her, and even if she can't tell what happened and how far it went, it is still pretty clear that after so long of you denying it- You have accepted it.

You have successfully accepted your place next to her, not only just in bed. This is perfect- This moment, it's perfect.

You are hers now- Always have been!...

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[cigvrettedvet]

edith & indigo.

      “that’s the only way to properly get absolutely shit faced,” indie giggled, knowing that wasn’t really the plan for tonight, but she also wouldn’t be opposed. she felt safe with edith, and thought they’d have a good time if they ended up in that situation — and with the drinks she was making, they just might. they could even be on their way already because the way indie felt her cheeks burn when edith declared her simply her friend was out of line enough. “thank god, because i need a best friend to do all the stupid, silly little things with, and i’ve genuinely never hit it off with someone the way i have with you. i’m seriously so lucky you landed a job at the office,” the girl beamed, reaching out to give the other’s hand a little squeeze. “i fucking love haunted hosues, are you kidding me? you’re a horror fan and you’ve never been to one? god, there’s some amazing ones here, i’ll have to take you. there’s just no other option!”

         edith chuckled in agreement, deciding right then and there that indie was the coolest person she had ever met. if there was one thing edith could say for sure, it was that. “i feel lucky too. i was worried i’d be bored to death but now that i met you, that’s the least of my problems. i’m not the type to believe in fate but . . . this might’ve convinced me.” what else would explain these two meeting and becoming such fast friends? maybe it was pure coincidence but still . . . “i mean, for so long, i’ve yet to find anyone who’s into any of the things i’m into and then i start this new job and find you? how often does that happen?” maybe edith’s rambling but she feels like she’s onto something here. “in my defense, i had no one to go with and they’re ten times better when you go with someone,” edith remarked. “but now i have you to go with!” and edith was already excited. “we can’t go to something super lame. i want to be so scared that i have nightmares for a week.” 

[shigarakis-cumdump]

Day 27: Stripper Hawks

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Title: Mistakes

Summary: At your bachelorette party, Mina invites a private stripper for you, and while you were hesitant at first, thinking how wrong it was, you quickly forgot your train of thought when his fingers were buried inside of you, having you see stars. 

Cw: cheating

Word Count: 1.7k

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After many long years of being single, you finally found the one. The wedding was tomorrow, and tonight was your bachelorette party Mina put together for you. You insisted she not, but Mina always ended up getting her way. Across town, your soon to be husband Bakugo was having his own party with all the boys, hopefully having fun. 

“Sooo, are you excited for the big day tomorrow?!” Mina beams with glee.

“I’m more nervous, but I’m sure that’ll go away. I can’t believe it’s finally happening..” 

“Took him long enough- You’ve been dating for nearly 4 years.” Jiro chimes in. 

“He took his time and that’s okay! I would’ve been the same way too. He probably thought it was too embarrassing to propose..”

“That man needs to get his head out of his ass! He’s marrying the most beautiful girl he knows!” Mina said. 

“Agh, stop it guys..” you laugh. 

“Oh oh! We have a surprise for you Y/N!!” 

“You mean you have a surprise for Y/N, Mina. This one was purely your idea.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re just saying that so Y/N doesn’t get mad at you.” Mina leapt up and ran to the door. As if perfectly timed, the second she reached the door, there was a knock. Upon opening it, there was a red- winged man at the front door of the private room you all booked for the venue. 

“Who’s that?” You whisper to Jiro.

“That,” she points over to the man and sighs, “is your personal stripper for tonight..”

“My what?!”

“Blame Mina! It was her idea!!”

“Mina! What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“What? Oh come on, this is your last night to feel the affection and passion from another man~” Mina laughs as she brings the guy over to where you’re seated. 

“Does Bakugo know about this?”

“Of course not! He’d flip his lid if he knew I did this. So don’t go telling him, got that?” Mina squints at you.

“Yeah.. Got it..” You sigh. Looking over to the man, you ask his name. 

“Well my stage name is Hawks, but for the bride-to-be, you can just call me Keigo.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. 

“Ooo, on a first name basis already~” Mina hits your shoulder. 

“So, Keigo, what kind of show are you putting on for us tonight?” You look at his crimson eyes and they remind you of Bakugo’s; fierce and powerful with just a quick glance. 

“Oh I think you’re mistaken, lovebird, this is a private show for just the bride.”

“Just me?”

“Yes ma’am.” You glance over at your two friends as they slowly get up and walk to the door. 

“Hey! Don’t just leave me here!”

“Sorry!! You’ll have plenty of fun without us, we’ll come back in an hour!” Mina quickly says before shutting the door and leaving you alone with this handsome stranger. You look back over to him and he’s sitting on the couch, wings spread out, looking like he wants to say something.

“So, uh, how does this sort of thing work? Aren’t there rules like ‘no touching the stripper’?”

“Right, rules. You’re not allowed to touch me below the waist, and I can’t have sex with you, but that’s not very difficult since you’re about to be married. I know my limits haha.” he explains to you. 

“Alrighty, well then, Mr. Keigo, put on a show that I’ll remember!” You shout, clapping when he starts the music and gets up from his seat. Hawks was wearing a maroon suit with a white tie, and it looked a lot like the best- man outfits Bakugo picked out for the wedding. Probably just a coincidence…  His shirt was quickly discarded though, because he ripped it off and tossed it to the side, revealing his sweaty and tone figure. You looked him up and down, laughing a bit because of the way he was striding over to you with his wings completely spread. Once the chorus of the song hit, Keigo turned around and grinded down on your lap, his colorful feathers sprawled out in front of your face. He said nothing about touching his wings.. You brought your curious hands up to them and traced the top bone, trailing near where they met his spine and you felt him jolt and yelp. 

“Oh, does that hurt?”

“N-No, they’re just really sensitive.” He tries laughing it off and continues the show. 

“Did I find your weakness, Keigo~?”

“Shh, pretty girl, just sit back and enjoy the show- tonight’s not about me..” He turns around and straddles your lap, lightly brushing his crotch up against yours in time with the music. You can’t lie when you say it was sexy. Bakugo never did anything like this, as extreme as it may be, because of his pride, so getting to enjoy yourself like this felt nice. Your hands found Keigo’s waist, prompting him to stay where he was, even after the song ended. Eventually another one came on, but as he started to perform again, you urged him to stop. 

“Sorry, was I going too far?” You follow his line of sight while he looks down your body, staring a bit too long at your chest before dropping his gaze to your lap. 

“If I was single I’d say you weren’t going far enough.” You raise your brow and smirk at him, noticing how his cheeks turn almost as dark as his feathers. 

“Well this is your special night, so I take off the record requests~” He replies smoothly. 

“Oh is that so?” you ponder what you could ask Keigo to do for you, “Ack, no no, we shouldn’t.. It’s just that I’m getting married tomorrow and-”

“Hey,” he grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, “you’re not married yet; what was that brain thinkin’, hm?”

“Well..” you avert your eyes to anywhere but his, “I guess I just miss the intimacy..” You shy away at your own words but he tightens his grip and makes you look back at him, “I, uh, are you allowed to touch your clients below the belt..?” You look down at your thighs that are pressed together tightly. 

“Like I said, lovebird, anything for the special lady.” He winks at you and his hands fall to your waist, tugging your dress up until your black lace undies are shown. “Naughty girl..” he tcks, swooping in to nip at your neck.

“Don’t leave any-”

“Marks? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your loving husband doesn't have a clue.” Keigo continues kissing and biting along your neck, trailing down to your chest that was beautifully exposed to him. He pulls your dress down and your tits bounce out, spilling out of his hands when he gropes them. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”

“I don’t want to think about him right now..” You quiet him with a kiss, grabbing the back of his head to pull him further in. Keigo takes over with one hand stationed in your hair and one on your tit, the attention making you whine for more. You guide his hand down to your clit and grind up against it, looking at him with furrowed brows. 

“Can you, please..”

“Shh shh, I got you, sweet thing.” He says as he licks his lips. Keigo gets off your lap and kneels in front of you, sliding your panties off. He groans when he notices the line of slick connecting you to the fabric. His fingers quickly get to work, rubbing rough circles into your clit. Your head fell back, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pretending he was Bakugo in hopes to calm your guilt just a bit. 

“What’s my name, baby?”

“K-Keigo..” You whisper, embarrassment filling your voice. 

“What’s my name?” Keigo paused, his fingers stilling and leaving you with the need of wanting more. 

“Daddy, daddy please don’t stop..” You whined, grabbing his wrist. 

“Atta girl!” He praised, continuing at his fast pace. You moaned and writhed for him, the music downing out as you focused on just Keigo. “Fuck, gotta get a taste of you..” He muttered, retracting his fingers and instead shoving his face between your legs. 

“Oh fuck! Keep going daddy!” You whimpered. His tongue lapped at your puffy clit, sucking all the juices that leaked from you. His free hand came back down and he plunged two thick fingers into your needy cunt that sucked him up eagerly. The pleasure felt so good, something you haven’t felt in so long, and you wished you could stay here forever. Keigo curls his fingers perfectly inside and your eyes rolled back in your head while your hands found his hair. You desperately tried pulling him closer, grinding into his tongue to get yourself closer to completion. 

“Mm, oh my, fuck fuck keep doing that! Please don’t stop!” You cry as Keigo spits on your cunt and fans his tongue out, slowly eating you out while his fingers take the lead and furiously pump in and out of your sopping hole. 

“You’re sucking my fingers in, baby, are you getting close?”

“Yes, nngh, am I allowed to cum?”

“Who am I to say no to such a beautiful girl? Cum for me, sweetheart, let it out..” 

“-Thank you..” You manage to say before going brain dead on his fingers, fluttering around them as you cum, whispering small ‘thank you’s’ and ‘please’s’. Keigo chuckles at your fucked-out expression, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. 

“You taste amazing..” You slurs, drinking up the last of your orgasm before wiping his face off. “Your husband is lucky to have you.”

That’s right! Bakugo. Your fiancé. The guilt starts crawling back, and as if Keigo could sense it, he pulls you in for a hug, littering kisses along the nape of your neck. 

“Don’t worry about it- things like this happen all the time at bachelorette parties.” He reassures you. You promised to never speak of this night again. 

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The next day, as you were walking down the aisle, you looked at your groom and the best men around him. You nearly stop dead in your tracks when you see the red wings poking out of Keigo’s suit. He winks at you before averting his gaze to the ground. 

That whole day you couldn’t stop thinking about the night before and how maybe, just maybe, you made the wrong choice.

[therealvinelle]

if aro/carlisle did happen, what would happen if edward found out?

(My thoughts on whether they boned. TLDR could be they did, could be they didn’t.)


Assuming they did, I think it would take a lot for Edward to find out.

Edward is enamored with Carlisle, Carlisle is pretty much God to him. I don’t think the Muffin or I have written a meta specifically about how Edward sees him just yet, we’ve touched upon it but I don’t have the perfect post to link to. One of us will have to write it one of these days. Point being, Edward relates to Carlisle the way he does to everyone else in his life (though if I had to choose an exception to this I’d say Alice), and that is that he has formed an idea of who Carlisle is as a person, and he will never change his mind about that. And his view of Carlisle is complicated, but ultimately founded on Carlisle being pure and saintly.


For Edward to learn that Aro/Carlisle happened, he must first accept three truths. He must accept that Carlisle wasn’t a virgin when he married Esme, that Carlisle had sex with a man, and that this man was Aro.


I don’t think he would.

In the first go-around, this means that Edward would go to extreme lengths to deny it. It wouldn’t even be a conscious decision, it wouldn’t be “LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU” at all. It would just be a befuddled “well that was weird” in response to Carlisle’s thoughts slipping. Edward is like this in all aspects, he has his truths and we see with how he approaches Bella that even as she surprises him, he never realizes his impression of her might not be accurate.

Something so outlandish as Carlisle having an affair with Aro would be a non-issue. He wouldn’t figure it out on his own because why would he, and no amount of hints, indications, or neon signs would seem to him as anything but coincidence. At best he’ll be miffed at these rumors 
making Carlisle look bad.

Say that it’s made inescapably clear to him, though.

Edward would not believe it was consensual.

Carlisle is saintly, Christian, and happily married to Esme. Aro is a disfigured maniac who eats people in the sewer. As of New Moon, he is evil incarnate so far as Edward is concerned.

Given how Edward views these two people, he would never believe Carlisle could ever give his consent to this. Which, if Edward was confronted with irrefutable proof that sex did happen, could only lead him to one conclusion.

I think Edward already suspects Chelsea is the reason why Carlisle lived so long in Volterra. If he were to learn Carlisle was invited to more things than the library, he would believe Aro had used Chelsea and Corin, to brainwash and then rape Carlisle. Nothing Carlisle said could convince Edward otherwise, as Edward would view it as a brainwashing victim repeating lines.

(Keep in mind that Edward is from a time when homosexuality was largely seen as predatory. Even if he were to learn of this affair before Eleazar told him about the Volturi guard’s gifts, the Aro/Carlisle combination would still have Edward assuming foul play. Either Aro is Hannibal Lecter fucking with people’s heads, or he has gifted guards Edward doesn’t know about.)

Edward, furious and grieving this unspeakable crime, vows to avenge Carlisle’s honor. He rallies the vampire world to take a stand against their rapist tyrannical dictator, embarrassing Carlisle to death of course as he now has to call every vampire he’s ever met and then some to recount his sex life and how he was Aro’s voluntary, decidedly not raped boy toy for decades.

Edward rallying of the vampires gets nowhere, as while there are a lot of people out there who’d love to rally against the Volturi, this here sounds like a complete mess and not at all the organized military effort needed to overthrow anybody. The Romanians show up, just in case, and Carlisle hates everything.

Edward takes it upon himself to be Carlisle’s therapist, try to resolve the terrible trauma that has lain unresolved for centuries. Carlisle foolishly agrees, hoping that talking it out with Edward will resolve this issue.

It doesn’t.

Nothing ever will.

The family never recovers.