#I cried and screamed tonight and I could write a book

[nobie]

The simple nod between Rex and Wolffe holds the weight of the galaxy in it. Loyalty means everything to the clones. We knew deep down Wolffe wouldn’t hurt his brothers but actually seeing it hits home.

[ghostfacd]

I BET ON LOSING DOGS.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

PART TWO

summary: you were the epitome of sunshine, and coriolanus? he was like the storm, the rain, and the everything in between.

warnings: SPOILERS from the movie & book, SMUT (protected cause we wrap it before we tap it! p in v), losing virginities to each other, snow (cause he himself needs a warning), toxic relationship, coriolanus is only in it for himself, mentions of losing virginity, you practically giving everything to snow and getting zero in return

author’s note: erm this is kinda long idek where tf i was going with this, first time writing smut on this account LOL so it might be bad. also this isn’t proofread so there might be mistakes, just ignore! as always, reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, enjoy reading + kisses 💓

You were the epitome of the sun itself, the sparkle, the light, and most importantly, the brightness. Despite being filthy rich, you were still that sweet sunshine Y/N everyone grown to love, the heir to the Cicero family.

Coriolanus Snow hated that about you. Not only were you everything he was not, but you lived such a lavish and easy lifestyle that it made him sick. Why was he stuck eating cabbage while you were off eating the finest thin slices of meat in the Capitol made by your chefs? It wasn’t fair, it just simply wasn’t.

“Well, Coryo!” Your sickeningly sweet voice fills his ears like a mantra.

He turns around, a smirk plays on his face. “My Y/N.”

Hearing him call you his made your heart flutter. You loop your arm through his, passing through the other academy students who were engrossed in their conversations

“Finally the star pupil.” Arachne Crane says, a glass of posca in her hand. “Lovely shirt you’ve got there. What are these cunning buttons? Tesserae?”

He looked at the shirt, shrugging. “Hm? Are they? Must’ve why they reminded me of the maid’s bathroom.”

You held his hands in yours. You knew of Coriolanus’s home life, how he wasn’t so lucky like you to have a gigantic home filled with lovable parents. His mom had died during childbirth, Coryo mentioning to you once how he was supposed to have a little sister. His father—died in the hands of rebels.

“Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous.” Felix suddenly spoke up, taking a bite of the food that was currently on his plate.

“Didn’t daddy teach you table manners?.” Festus sneered, watching the other boy in disgust.

“Maybe he would have if he wasn’t so busy running the country.” Felix snapped back

Coriolanus took a deep breath in, already feeling overwhelmed by his classmates arguing.

After the announcement of the assigning of mentor to tributes, you could tell Coriolanus was upset. Although he wouldn’t let anyone see, he was visibly anxious and quite frankly, annoyed.

“I mean, cmon, how could it that I got the worst district?” Coriolanus says, head in his hands. “He hates me. He really does.”

“Who hates you Coryo?”

“Dean Highbottom! Isn’t it obvious?” He cries out, hands flinging into the air. You slightly flinch back, never seeing your boyfriend in such state. “He hates me Y/N. He adores you.”

“He doesn’t adore me,” you say, feeling like you were stepping around eggshells talking to Coriolanus.

“He does!” Coriolanus screams in anger, getting up in a hurry.

“Wait, no Coryo, I’m sorry.”

But your words aren’t enough, they’ll never be for Coriolanus Snow, so he walks out without a second thought.

- - -

The next day, Coriolanus apologizes. It’s a breathy, quick 5 second apology, but you being so you—accepted it without a second thought.

You loved Coriolanus, so it didn’t matter how much he hurt you.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You felt quite excited, you and your boyfriend hadn’t exactly gotten to that stage in your relationship, so thinking about sharing an intimate moment with him filled you with giddiness.

His tip had entered carefully through your folds, making you slightly wince as it bullied its way to your walls.

“Coryo..” you breathe out hazily, doe eyes coming to meet his. He sucked in his breath at the sight, never has he felt anything as good as this.

He tries so hard convincing himself he doesn’t love you. That this—it meant nothing to him. He was just here for your money, your possessions as the only daughter of Cryon and Hermione Cicero. But as he felt your nails claw its way into his back, he lets out a slip, a tiny whimper that makes your head foggy.

He spilled into the condom, pulling out with a hiss. Although you told him you were clean, and it was fine if he didn’t wear one, he simply couldn’t risk it. He wasn’t going to accidentally bring in a child into the world, having no intentions of taking care of anyone besides himself—maybe Tigris, and his Grandma’am.

“I love you,” you say quietly as you sat up, watching him discard the plastic into your trash bin.

“I’m hungry, aren’t you?” He says, putting his shirt on. It kinds of pains you at his total ignorance of the intimate words you just shared, but you nod your head.

“I could use some food,” is all you say, putting on your pajamas from earlier. “What’re hungry for Coryo? I’ll ask the chef.”

- - -

Dr. Gaul and Dean Highbottom had allowed all the mentors and their tributes roam the arena for about 15 minutes, letting them think of ways to win the game.

You were talking to Bobbin, a boy from District 7 whom you’ve had become closer with these past few days.

Suddenly, the loud scream of Felix catches your attention and before you knew it, loud bombs filled the air as tall lights fell to the ground near you.

“CORYO!” You scream, coughing loudly at the dust filling your lungs.

“Quick Y/N, we don’t have time!” Sejanus screams, grabbing ahold of your hand.

“But Coryo—”

Meanwhile, a tall pole had crushed Coriolanus’s arms.

Well, he thought, this was it.

This was how he was going to die. His girlfriend and best friend hand in hand as they ran out of the arena, the sickening feeling of betrayal filled his guts.

“What’re you doing?!” One of the tributes screamed at Lucy Gray, who was struggling to get the giant metal off Coriolanus’s arm. “Run while you can you idiot!”

But she doesn’t bother, only focusing on getting Coriolanus out. And she does, successfully, before all went black.

- - -

“Coryo? Oh Coryo!” You say, hugging him softly to ensure you weren’t hurting him.

You had felt so guilty after everything had happened. You should’ve never ran off with Sejanus, Coriolanus was your boyfriend, you should’ve saved him.

“Is Lucy Gray okay?” Is the first thing he croaks out, which makes your heart slightly crack.

“She’s—she’s okay Coryo.” You say, brushing a few blonde curls out of his eyes.

“And where were you?” He says, gaze slowly turning into anger. “I was going to die, Y/N.”

“I know! I was going to—”

He cut you off. “But you didn’t, now did you?”

His bitterness towards you makes you want to cry, tears already forming at your lash line.

“Oh now you’re crying?” It seemed like everything you did seemed of inconvenience to Coriolanus, but he opens his arms, letting you reside in them as you let out a few tears. “Always the crybaby, Y/N.” He says, hand holding your head as you buried your face into his chest.

- - -

Coriolanus Snow never believed in love. Not when he used to look at his mother and father when they were still alive, and not when he found himself a girlfriend, you.

Your relationship was merely another step stone towards success, Coriolanus viewed it. You were the heir of your family, you had countless amounts of money, and you were easily fooled by his advances. To Coriolanus, he had hit the jackpot, regardless of loving you or not.

So why did he feel so weird watching you interact with Sejanus? Sure, he considered the former district 2 boy his best friend, but it was only because Clemensia had been spending time at the hospital. The flu, Dr. Gaul described it; but Snow knew better. He was there when she had gotten bit by the snakes, and to be completely honest, if she hadn’t, he’d probably have dated her instead of you.

Clemensia Dovecote was way more smart, and he knew he wouldn’t fall inlove because they were both after the same thing. Power.

But with you, you were head over heels for Coriolanus. It almost made him sick, if it weren’t for your family name.

He clenched his jaw as he saw you throw your head back, hitting Sejanus’s shoulder as you hysterically laughed at something he had said.

What was so funny? Nothing was funny in the Capitol, not now. Maybe he was bitter, he should’ve never cheated in the games. It was stupid, and now he was getting the punishment of getting sent to 12 as a peacekeeper for 20 years.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have cheated. And now he couldn’t even use his girlfriend’s family name as a way out.

He really should’ve known better. He knew you loved him, but he didn’t think you’d love him so much so that you begged your father to let you stay in 12 for a while to be with Coriolanus.

If there’s one thing about you—it’s that you’re a Daddy’s girl by heart, and of course, your father had once again served your request with a silver spoon. He hated that about you. He hated it. You got things too damn easily.

“Hi Coryo!” You say, making your way to him. Your beautiful sundress made him gulp, and he wanted nothing more but to snatch you away, pulling it off so he could get inside of you. But he couldn’t—he was in 12, much to his dismay.

“Y/N,” he says, placing his peacekeeper gun to the back. “Talking to the scums?”

“They’re just people from the district,” you say, frowning at his rudeness. “They’re nice, Coryo. Real nice, you’d like some of them.”

Coriolanus scoffs at that. How oblivious and stupid you were. Him, Coriolanus Snow, liking some of the district 12 citizens? What a fucking joke.

“Go along now Y/N, I’ll see you later.”

You nod, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before you left, leaving the other peacekeepers to whistle at Coriolanus who only responds with an eye roll.

When later eventually comes, he was packing away the Jabberjays in their metal cages, Sejanus being right next to him.

“I saw you earlier,” Coriolanus says nonchalantly, “talking to that woman in the window. What are you playing at Sejanus?”

Sejanus scoffs, shaking his head. “They’re gonna escape Corio. Leave the districts. And I’ll be helping them.”

Coriolanus sucks in a breath, “is Y/N all in this too?”

God, he hoped Sejanus said no. But then again, it’d give him an advantage if he had said yes.

“She is,” Sejanus says, continuing to tell Coriolanus of the plan.

Without Sejanus knowing, Coriolanus had tuned the jabberjay so it could record back the whole conversation. When Sejanus finally leaves, Coriolanus sneaks to where the train bringing the birds back to the Capitol stood, placing the jabberjay in it to send it to Dr. Gaul.

If anything, Sejanus was a blocking point in Coriolanus’s way, and getting rid of him and you were like killing two birds with one stone.

- - -

The next day came and you were peacefully talking to one of the younger girls in the district when you’re suddenly pulled away along with Sejanus.

“Hey! What the hell!” You scream, thrashing in the unfamiliar peacekeeper’s hold. “Get off me!”

You and Sejanus struggle, and Coriolanus almost wants to step in and get you out of his fellow peacekeeper’s arms. Almost.

“Coryo! Tell them they’ve been mistaken!” You cry out, locking eyes with your so called lover.

“You two have been charged with treason towards the Capitol.” The peacekeeper says, his cold gaze and strong hold on you makes you let out a whimper.

“Treason?” You say, “there has to be a mistake! Call my father! Call my father!”

“I’m afraid your father can’t get you out of this one, Miss. Cicero.”

He drags you and Sejanus up the main stage of the district. “Everyone! Pay attention! This is what will happen if you are disloyal to the Capitol!”

Another peacekeeper points a gun behind Sejanus’s back as the peacekeeper who was holding you earlier pokes your back with the cold metal. You felt terrified gazes of the citizens of District 12, including Lucy Gray, stare at you.

“CORYO! TELL THEM!” You scream, begging with your eyes. “Coryo, please. Please.”

But Coriolanus Snow stands still in his spot, not budging a thing.

You thought he had loved you—or at least, cared for you. You gave him shelter when he was at his worst, you gave him your virginity, you held him when he cried about how unfair Dean Highbottom was, you let him into your home, and you always were there for him. You practically did everything for Coriolanus Snow. And what did you get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Your Coryo won’t save you.” The peacekeeper snarls, before firing the gun.

Two gunshots go off, and the body of yours and Sejanus fall to the ground in an instant.

Coriolanus Snow almost wants to barf, his eyes closed for a minute before reopening them again.

Had it really been worth it? Ratting you and Sejanus out so he could get home to the Capitol faster?

He thinks so when your family and the Plinths give him their fortune as a thank you for being such a good boyfriend and friend towards their son and daughter.

If only they knew, though. But Coriolanus would never let that happen, because no matter what, Snow lands on top.

And this? It was just the beginning.

[delulu-hours]

Dog tags

Pairing: Jake Seresin x F!reader

Summary: Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.

Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting

A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason. 

That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.

Yep, the dog tags.

As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.

I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me

10:47

You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask. 

10:52

You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.

10:53

You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly. 

______

Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.

"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.

"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer. 

"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.

"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.

"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.

"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.

"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it." 

"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.

"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.

"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys." 

"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed. 

"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.

"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night. 

Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would. 

"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her. 

"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck. 

"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck. 

"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.

"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home. 

_____

You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.

"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.

"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly. 

"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist. 

"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.

You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him. 

"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.

[metaphoricgibberish]

Nights Like This One: XXIV.

"For the first time since she made it to Jackson, Joel looked like Joel, older now, more wrinkles around his eyes, that deep set between his brows, gray threaded through his curls. But he looked like Joel, her Joel. And she would have cried, if she had any tears left, if she wasn't still terrified that this— that he— could disappear before her in the blink of an eye."

paring: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 4.3k a.n. what a wild ride. i can't believe this fic is almost over. i first drafted the outline on christmas eve in 2023. i had covid and i was miserable, sitting with a mask on in my parent's living room. a couple weeks prior, the laundry room at my own house had flooded, and i remembered wishing, in my sick stupor, that joel miller could come fix my fucking drain for me. so, sitting on my mother's couch (not so unlike lily sitting on her mother's ratty armchair) i dreamt up a fic where joel miller was hired to renovate a woman's home. i'd been reading pablo neruda earlier in the day (not unusual, he truly is a poetic genius) and these two lines from Tonight I Can Write kept rattling around in my head: "Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. // Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms, my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her." and I thought about how beautiful it would be to incorporate those lines, to have them be the cornerstones to the two parts of this story. I've been living with these characters screaming in my head for almost an entire year. I love them and this story so dearly. I know fanfiction gets a terrible reputation, i know that people who don't read it (even some that do) don't truly understand what an art it can be. and sometimes i get sad, or angry with myself for focusing so much of my time (and my $120k creative writing degree) on writing things i can never publish. but i really do love doing this. it brings me so much joy and it makes me happier than i can express when it makes you all feel something too. my dream, since i was ten years old, was to write something that other people loved, that made them happy, made them sad, made them feel something. and i always thought that would be a book, hoped it would be, and maybe that's still in the cards someday, but for now, i'll take this. thank you so very much for reading. there are two chapters left after this (maybe three if i decided to break the next one in two). my sole focus after this will be the human condition, then i have two more fics in very early stages that i'm excited to get out (eventually). happy (actually happy this time) reading <3

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[technically-a-kiwi]

Soul falling through a fire's tear (C Pep and Maurice's meating rewritten)🌌[Cosmic AU]🌌

Far above our realm, above our sight

The kitchen of creation was empty, only a few bits of cosmic dough and tomato sauce stained the table, looks like the place was abandoned for a quite a long time

Meanwhile, high up in the multiverse

The Chef was looming down over a thousand worlds, looking insistently at one clump of galaxies in particular

"What'cha doin' fatty ?"

The Chef jumped in a start, glowing and blasting a flaming scream at the Host's face

"MIO DIO YOU STUPID GREMLIN, YOU ALMOST MADE-A ME ROAST THE WORLDS AROUND-A ME INTO GALACTIC S'MORES !" blurted the chef, furious with eyes wide

The Host's face was cremated, pure charcoal "Oh please, I barely said four words in inside voices" he replies in a cough " besides, billions of trillions of people die every second in the multiverse, a few trillions more won't change a thing" he concludes rolling his eyes and wiping of the ashes off his face

"Why are you in the middle of the multiverse anyway ? You're trying to be on the next Hubble telescope picture or something ? Or is that one of your other wild strategies to prevent anomalies to form ?" says the Host, chuckling to himself " Ha ! Ya might as well do surgery with a excavator, that's just as safe !" He continues laughing even more

"It's-a none of that" replies the chef in a sigh " I'm looking at something..."

The Host stops, and looks at the chef, raising an eyebrow "You sure about that ? "

The Chef looks at him back, confused

He continues "Because I'm pretty sure this guy is not a something but a someone" he says, pointing at the clump of galaxies the Chef was stairing at, unconfortably close to him

The Host giggles " Well well Mr Pasta, you stalk people now ?" he says teasing the Chef "And I thought you weren't into these kinds of things, that they were unethical and stuff, you changed your mind again ?"

The Chef sweats nervously " w-w- WHAT ?! I'm not stalking !"

The Host brings out a notepad along with a pen, scribbling his every thoughts " Oh this will make a great news title : The cosmic Chef stalks people, finaly stops acting like a smug superior and confirming he is in fact a normal eldricth entity"

The Chef looks even more nervous, loosing shape and brightening up " N- NO DON'T WRITE-A THAT !" he cries, spitting blazes

The Host writes frantically on his notepad, not missing a single information passing through his head " You know, I could first make an article about your constant change of percpective on how you treat the mortal realm, I mean like you always change opinion, first you care, than you don't, than you do and than you don't ? Oh and I'll write about your weird ways and what made you so different from other entities, but everyone already knows you're a wierdo so I don't think it's necessary. Uuuh what else..."

The Chef had enough " STOP ! " he screams, knocking down the Host's notepad with a blazing palm, setting it on fire

" Hey ! My article !" complains the Host, now empty handed and without any idea for his news program

" Serves you well you nuisance," added the Chef, wipping his hands on his apron " leave now, go make-a some disaster somewhere else " he concludes before going back to his activity

" Well that's rude, " says the Host, frowning, hands on hips "what am I gonna do for tonight's show smarta-"

" GO NOW !" screams the Chef, blowing all his anger at him in flames

"Fine fine, jeez..." replies the Host, slowly floating away...

and just as soon comes back on the opposite side of the Chef "But could you tell me why are you stalking this... very... common guy down there ? Looking for a new ingredient for your book of recipe Mr Chef ?" he scoffes

The Chef pushes him away " No, and it's-a none of your buisness, go away." he replies all sterned

And so he waits for the Host to leave...

...

...

The Chef sighs " You won't leave unless I tell-a you why I'm doing this, is that it ? "

"Uh-huh" says the Host, with a very mocking grin

The Chef rolls his eyes... and rubes them" Okay then, if-a that makes you leave..."

"This guy, he's... interesting... somehow " he adds " I feel-a like he's not-a like any other..."

" *chuckles* In what ?" replies the Host "It's just another Maurice Spaghetti version, a very common one in fact"

The Chef shrugs

" Wait," adds the Host, a little curious "let me see in my archives, I'm sure I've got some infos on that guy"

In just a snap, his cigar turns into a very strange phone " Yo! Noise," he yells " get me some infos about that Maurice Spaghetti, the one from universe 100 234 998"

The Host counts down with his hand... three, two, one...

Suddenly, a hands appears out of thin air with a long parchment "There you go sir, woag"

The Host rips the parchment from the hand, and pushes it back into the void "Let me see... Maurice Spaghetti, italo-american, gambling addict, miserable job, recent divorce, single dad, mid life crises, heart desease... "

He thows the partchment away "Yeah, classic miserable guy, there's at least trillions of guys in the multiverse that had it worse, what's so special about him ?" he asks as he grows more interested by this affair

" I-a... I don't know..." replies the Chef, still confused by this sensation "It's as if, his story is...incomplete. I feel-a like something's missing..." he concludes, not very sure if he properly conveyed what he's thinking

The Host waits, and ponders

"... so, it's an anomaly..." he replies

" I-a... I guess ? It feels-a like it, but it's-a not quite an anomaly... " Says the Chef, still not sure of how to describe this... "I've kept a close eye one this-a man, I'm not quite sure of what to do if this degenerates... "

" Delete him, problem solved" says the Host, lighting a cigar

"Ah I thought of this," He replies " but I'm-a not sure if it's safe... It's not like a regular anomaly, the guy is perfectly normal, perfectly linked to his universe, I'm afraid of creating a butterfly effect if I delete him..." he concludes, still thinking about a solution

" Pff, you worry too much, if I was in your place, I'd just delete him and be done" replies the Host mockigly, smoking away his cigar

" We can't all-a be as careless as you " mutters the Chef

" This doesn't-a solve my problem tho..." he continues " what should I do ?"

"Investigate" replies the Host

"That's what I was-a doing before you came " says the Chef

"No," says the Host, hushing the Chef with his finger and getting unconfortably close to his face " investigate from upclose"

The Chef pushes him back " Oh no, terrible idea " he adds, waving his hands to reject the idea

" What do you mean ? You just go, see this guy from up close and get the anomaly corrected, what's wrong with that ?"

The Chef sighs" Yeah sure, let me, a giant blazing-a cosmic entity, walk up to this small-a man, going "hey there piccolito, I'm here because there's-a something wrong with your existence and I might-a need to destroy you in case you degenerate into something that threatens your universe's continuation" No no, the poor-a guy will go into cardiac arreast"

" I do that all the time with my contestances on NNS, and nothing bad happens most of the time" says he Host, giggling

The Chef chakes his head, that's not the way he wants to go...

" Uh, fine..." says the Host, slowly floating away "You know" he adds as he turns back "you're not forced to interact with him, you could always just turn invisible, delete him from existence, or you know, LITERALY just snap your finger to fix everything 'cause you're omnipotent ?" he concludes

The Chef turns his head, ignoring him

"Sut yourself" shruggs the Host before disapearing into a firework spelling "See ya"

The Chef, now alone, thought of a plan...

"I could-a just... snap my finger... and everything will be fine..." he mutters to himself, not sure of what to do

"But if I do, I'll-a never see what was wrong in the first-a place... and I won't know how to fix this anomaly if it happens again !"

"But it isn't an anomaly! I don't even-a know what it is !"

"Why is this happening to this-a man and this universe in particular ? What even is-a happening to him ?"

"Why is he missing-a something ? What is it that he's-a missing"

"And I can't just-a go there ! If I do my fire will-a bring everything to life, I can't-a have conscious cartoon flowers and walls in a sci-fi universe"

"What if nothing is-a wrong, and I break everything because I was too stubborn to look-a for an anomaly ?"

And so, as the Chef's mind slowly floaded with worries, he slowly put himself in even more presure...until

He busted like a teapot

"OH SCREW IT ! I'll-a just go there and wear my hoodie like I always do"

He takes his apron, strechs and rolls it around himself, chifting into a simple gray hoodie

"I go see him, learn a little bit about-a him and see what's missing, simple as that !"

"...R...Right ?"

And so, on top of his cosmic scotter, the Chef goes on his quest to see what is wrong with this so called Maurice Spaghetti, what will he find out ? Will he be able to hold his cover, we will see this on the next story.

TO BE CONTINUED ====>

[kanene-yaaay]

Headshaker (Tickletober Day 3)

Kanene's Notes: OK, I am like, fighting for my life with this one because I want to post it like immediately like right freaking now but I want to at least read it one more time to correct any absurd mistakes and. I don't know which part will win so rip me I guess. jhgfghjikolkijuhyg Writing this fic was so fun I am in looove <3 <3 Mingjue and Huaisang's interacting was a challenge since I only saw them on the donghua and Mingjue kind of uh dies v quickly so. ther's that. oijhgfuytrfghjuik

Day 3 - "Prank" (Tickletober) and "Starligh" (mxtxtober)

Warnings: Lots of tickling! Also some light angst sprinkled here and there, but nothing too complex. Ticklish!Huaisang and Ler!Mingjue. Around 2.500 words.

[~*~]

“HUAISANG!” The roar shook through the entire Unclean Realms and Nie Huisang yelped, hastily putting his paints on their place (he would never let those hanging around after all the trouble he had gone through to get them) and jumped through the window, running hastily away from the loud footsteps that sounded already so close to his room, under the amused gaze of the few guards that were on watching duty tonight. 

The stars looked so beautiful today, a sea of darkness and light dancing together in a lovely contrast that itched his soul to find a poem that talked about it, awaiting for a sharp mind to properly appreciate them. It was a pity it was the last time he would be able to see it before he died.

The footsteps turned the corner and suddenly got much closer. Huaisang let out a high pitched scream, no needing to look behind to see who was his pursuer.

“Brother! It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t my fault!” He jumped to the side and scrambled when a large hand swiped to his right, his voice getting quicker and hysterical the more he got tired from the exercise. “Please, brother! Have pity, have mercy! It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t do anything!”

“Then who did?!” Came the roar.

Huaisang squeaked loudly, screaming more as another hand almost gripped his shoulder. 

“I don’t know! I really don’t, brother!” Where was Meng Yao with his always trustful back where he could hide behind? But no one but Mingjue and the stars heard his cries. “Maybe it was someone good! Someone who was worried about how much later you go to bed! Maybe they’re annoyed from dealing with your cranky mood from lack of sleep. Maybe they just want to help, brother!”

“HELP?! You locked me in my personal chambers after dinner where I had to spend an entire SICHEN to get free and had to call my guards to help me!!” Oh no, he was embarrassed. It took everything from the younger one to not snicker as he remembered the talisman he commissioned from his good friend Wei Wuxian for this sole purpose. “Do you think I have nothing to do, not a sect to run? Or do you think I also have all the time in the world to lay lazily around the house and ignore my chores?”

Ouch. Huaisang didn’t even have time to pretend offense as he was bodily crashed on the ground, screaming cutting off into grunts as he tried to squirm and free himself enough to scutter around and win a few more minutes of life. Being unsuccessful, he did what he does best.

He looked at his brother straight in his eyes and made his shine with glistering tears, hands holding Mingjue’s sleeves and hands before they could cuff him on the head. 

“Brother…” he whimpered.

Mingjue, knowing him since he was a kid and therefore plenty aware of his every tactic to escape trouble, looked entirely unimpressed and unwavered by one his best acts, face contorted in an angry sneer. “Where are those ridiculous books and fans of yours? I am going to lock them on my chambers and see how you like it when I throw them all into the fire.”

“No, brother, please!” As the older made a move as if to get up, Huaisang threw his arms around him in a hug, body completely slack like a dead weight to at least discourage him. Mingjue complained, but didn’t let him fall.

“Maybe they really did want the best for you. Maybe they just worried.” There was enough truth on it to make Mingjue deflate and huff, still annoyed, but less so.

“Then you should’ve come to me and said it, not run around with your schemes and expect me to suddenly understand it. Use your words, Huaisang. I know you have them.”

Huaisang didn’t hum in acknowledgement, simply continued with attentive eyes. “You’re going to sleep now?”

He saw the deny before it even existed, in the furrow of his brother’s eyebrows and the way his body twitched an inch away, mouth twisting downwards. When he opened his mouth, though, there was hesitation. 

“I still have paperwork to finish today. But tomorrow I will.” Huaisang still pouted, but his efforts weren’t really in it and the older one could see the smugness clear as water in his eyes. In a blink he sent his knuckles to rub on the top of his head. “And when I go to my quarters, tomorrow, I better not find any other talismans, am I clear?”

Huaisang quickly nodded, shouting and whining in despair. For the tune of his voice, one could think that Mingjue was full on throttling him. “You are, da-ge, you are! Stop, stop, you’re hurting me!”

He kept trying to squirm away from his hold, being as unsuccessful as the first time. It was Mingjue’s turn to feel smug. If his little brother ever bothered training or even showing up with his saber to his classes he would have enough strength to put up a fight. 

Wait.

Nie Mingjue stopped and Huaisang quickly pushed his hand away, protecting his head with his palms as he turned to the other, about to complain. 

When he saw the other’s calculating eyes, he froze, mind running. 

He noticed it, he noticed it. Shit, shit, shit-

“What are you doing awake, Huaisang?! You have saber practice right earlier in the morning!” At the younger’s wide stare, Mingjue only scolded further, irritation flaring hot in his veins. His words grew louder, quicker. “Or are you planning on running away from it again? Should I go to your room to drag you by your robes in the morning to it and watch the class myself to make sure you won’t run? That you even will be there for once?”

“I am going to the practice, brother, I really will! I just need to find my saber first…”

“You lost it again? We are warriors, your saber is a part of you. It should be by your side all the time-”

“But it’s so heavy! I just need to find where I put it before class, nothing more.”

It was their same fight. Like every day.

Mingjue took a breath and prepared to shout his thoughts and…

And he deflated, tired. Suddenly very, very tired. 

Maybe those days without sleep really were getting to him. He pictured Xichen’s calming songs and Meng Yao’s kind smile and thought twice, shallowed the words, gritted his teeth and tried.

(You have your words, A-Jue, use and mean them.)

“I won’t always be here for you, Huaisang. We were in a war. If that didn’t convince you how much you need to make your core stronger I don’t know how I can-”

Huaisang squeaked, then gasped, then pressed his hands firmly on his mouth. Mingjue looked down, to his finger that was poking the other’s stomach, right above where his golden core should be.

Then he remembered.

“Brother…”

That is right. His didi was horribly ticklish. Memories of their childhood began running across his mind and he could help but smirk. It’s been so long. He really had forgotten.

Their eyes found each other and Huaisang felt a bolt of electricity run across his spine, hands automatically coming in a poor attempt of covering his torso, his traitor mouth already trying to curl up in a wobbly smile. It was too late for him.

“Da-ge! Please, da-ge!” Mingjue simply smirked bigger, a clawing hand slowly descending towards his belly. “You can’t, please da-ge! I will train! I will strengthen my core! It’s true, da-ge, I really will!” His words were coming out faster, stumbling on each other as his brain spit every card in his hand, anything that could lead to him getting out of this tickle attack. The giddy sensation inside was too strong for him to even think before more and more words just kept falling. “It will be the strongest golden core you’ve ever seen! Our tutors will be out of things to teach me. I will cultivate straight to immortality if only you don’t kill me right now, it’s true! Please, please, da-GEEE!”

“I am not even touching you yet!” 

“You’re going to!” Nie Huaisang felt his face prickle with heat, but his hands were the only thing between Mingjue’s offending wiggling fingers and his poor unprotected tummy. And he was plenty aware that his “protection” was simply an illusion, one that at any time that his brother decided that he wanted to go straight to the point he would, no matter the obstacle. Besides, Mingjue wasn’t known for his infinite patience, or procrastinating. So, yes, he was already giggling. “And you know I can’t stand it, I really can’t. Please, brother, I won't survive this attack! I am dying, I am dying!”

Mingjue snorted, then scoffed to hide it. “You love being tickled, stop being so dramatic! Don’t you remember running after me everywhere, pulling on my hands when I was heading training or laying on my lap when I had to take care of the sect correspondence and asking to play tickle fight every single time?”

Why must Mingjue torture him like this with all the memories of his childhood? His brother was really merciless, just as ruthless as everyone painted him to be. To remind him of when he would throw himself in his arms and get tickled only to shriek “again! again!” as the older complained about needing to work! Nie Huaisang couldn’t even hide his face from this embarrassment.

Thankfully (or not), before he could turn himself into a bird and fly directly into the sun by the sheer will of his mind, his wrists were snatched away and the hand collided on his belly. Everything else exploded in a white light, unimportant and infinitesimal in the face of the feeling of those clawing fingers, scribbling and skittering anywhere they could reach, sneaking to his sides and drumming on them, spidering to his hips and squeezing until there was not even a hint of hope of Huaisang holding back any of his reactions, much less his laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHA B-BROHOHTHER! LEHEHET GO!”

“Not until your golden core gets stronger. Since you’re not going to practice, let’s see if this training interests you better.”

Nie Huaisang shook his head, trashing and curling to his side only for those offending hands to keep spidering and finding his back, running tickles across his spine and drilling on his back ribs until he was arching and crackling, unable to turn back and protect the new attacked ticklish spots. Laughter rang loud and strident across the yard, childish screeches and squeaks escaping from his mouth every time a wave of pokes hit his skin or wiggling fingers found a good spot to focus on. 

It was interesting, really, how much he looked like Mingjue when he was being tickled. His voice was loud and unashamed, clear in his words, thoughts getting out from their usual place behind his fans and spilling from him in an honest message, arms, legs and entire body gesturing, flailing around, not caring about how much attention or space it would claim. It was endearing to see. Maybe Mingjue really had spent too much time without properly tormenting his little brother, to feel so fond of seeing it again. He should catch up.

“IHIHIHIHI CAN’T BRHEHEATHE!” A hand scrambled to take over the opportunity and pinch and scratch at the skin behind his knee, pulling a loud snort that would’ve mortified the smaller if he had a clearer mind. HIs laughter slowed from a loud shrieking to a hysterical snickering, legs kicking in protest, as if demanding attention. At this, Mingjue chuckled. Well, no one could really blame him as he stopped scribbling his fingers over his shoulderblades (his didi was truly ticklish everywhere) and held one of them so he could focus on squeezing and clawing all the way from his calves to his kneecaps over and over again. 

“I ahahahaham DYIHIHIHIHING, brohohohother! You’rehehehehe kiliHIHIHIHIING MEHEHEHEHE, you reheheheahahahaha arehEHEHEHEHE! STOHOHOHOHOP going theHEHERE!”

Ah, there was the squeals, he was starting to wonder when they would come. 

“Tickling Here? Right here?” He kneaded the thigh with energy at the last word, huffing in amusement when Huaisang threw his head back, laughter rising once again uncontrollably only to dim into never-ending, high pitched giggles when he went back to spidering his hands under his knee. “No moving. If you can still be dramatic, then I can still tickle you even more.”

Huaisang seemed to have registered only half of his words, shaking his head, squeaks and snorts mingling with his words. “Gehehehet out of theheheREHEHEHE, GEHEHHEHET ohohut!” A hand came and began swatting down on his. Mingjue grabbed it and pulled until it was above the other’s head. Wide, teary eyes and a giant, wobbling smile found his face. He drummed on his unprotected armpit before Huaisang could protest.

“There! Should I stay here, then?”

Huaisang felt like his every nerve was under attack, shaking and sending tiny ticklish shocks all across his skin, following each touch, tingling in ghost sensations where he already had been tickled, where he was currently being tickled and even where he thought his brother would attack next, his mind running on top speed, squirming with all his might to escape the wiggling fingers and the silly sensation only to be completely overtaken by it, freeing all his most childish reactions and sounds straight to the wild. There was laughter, there were yelps, shrieks, snorts, squeals and giggles running and escaping everywhere.

Tears fell from his eyes and hiccups began taking over his cracking when Mingjue finally decided to stop. 

Huaisang continued laying there, hugging himself and almost becoming a ball with this, the rest of his giggling coming muffled as his big, way too telling smile was hidden in a pretense of hidding. Mingjue laid a firm hand on his head, fondly, and looked up at the sky, watching the stars twinkling as if they were sharing the same amusement, the same joy between them, and the high point the moon was currently at.

“Perhaps I will actually head over to my bed, when we get inside. It’s already way too late to work.”

And the betrayed, absolutely in disbelief expression that Huaisang sent in his direction made him snort, then fall in loud, booming laughter.

What a beautiful night.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Week 2 - Day 7: House Fire

@the-three-shits-whump

Read it on AO3 at the link above, or find it below the cut:

Al often needed an escape. He knew his parents would be home when he got back from school. Typically, he walked. He didn’t want to go home that day. He couldn’t deal with his parents.

Trudy caught Al before he left the school, grabbing a coat she’d brought for him, slipping it on his and helping him zipper it. “Don’t tell my dad,” she said softly, also readjusting Al’s beanie so it was over his ears properly. “Are you going to the club today?”

Al nodded. “Don’t wanna go home…”

“Me either,” Trudy muttered. “Dad keeps making me try on dresses for some… I don’t even know. Some fancy thing he wants to take me to.” She huffed, walking with Al. “I’ll come with you.”

Hank walked over with them. “Hi Dee, hi Al.”

“Hi Han,” Al said softly. Being only six, he was still having trouble with the hard ‘k’ sound.

Hank didn’t mind it. In fact, he smiled and hugged his younger friend, then walked with him and Trudy. “Where you going?”

“To the club,” Trudy replied. “Come with us.”

Hank thought about it, then nodded. “Okay, but only for an hour cause I gotta be home for dinner.”

—

When the three arrived at what they called “the club,” they walked up past the overgrown yard, then into the boarded-up house. It was condemned, though they didn’t know that. They were just kids, how could they?

They slipped into the house, over to the space heater Trudy had set up to keep Al warm, along with several blankets and a few pillows both Trudy and Hank had stolen. Hank’s house was too far to walk for Al and Trudy’s dad wouldn’t let Al stay when things got bad at home, so they had set up “the club” for Alvin to stay in when he he couldn’t be home.

Trudy turned on the space heater, helping get Al under the blankets and cozy. Hank cuddled under the blankets with Al to keep him warm, Trudy also snuggling down under. “Good day at school?”

Al shrugged. “Okay.”

Hank hummed, getting Al’s homework out of his backpack. “What do you have to do tonight?”

Al shrugged, looking over at it, then pointing at the addition problems. “Add.”

Hank hummed, putting down the paper, then looking at Al. “Okay, so what’s two plus three?” Al frowned, looking down. Hank took Al’s hands gently, moving them so he had two fingers on one hand and three on the other. “There. Two,” he pointed at his left hand, “and three,” he pointed at the right. “Now, can you count how many you have altogether?”

Al looked at his hands, then nodded, counting them, then looking at Hank. “Five?”

“Great job. Two plus three is five!” Hank smiled, handing Al the homework. “Write five there, under that line.”

Al did as he was told, Trudy encouraging him and helping with his handwriting. It was natural for them to help Al with his homework as such. However, as the winter months had set in, it was getting colder out. The crocheted blanket Hank had brought, combined with the space heater that was a little too close, started a fire.

Trudy, who was sitting the closest, noticed first, seeing as she was practically underneath it. She screamed, tossing the blanket away, scrambling up. Her pants were already on fire. When she tossed the blanket, it caught some curtains on fire, making the fire spread even more rapidly. Not only that, but the space heater had been knocked over, heating some nearby flammable things as well.

Al and Hank scrambled up next, abandoning the homework papers, which quickly caught fire, along with their book bags. Hank and Al watched Trudy as she cried because of the fire on her leg, trying to fan it off.

“Stop, drop and roll!” Hank cried, seeing as they’d been taught that in school. Trudy got to the ground and rolled around, but the fire didn’t really go out. She was screaming in pain now, as her flesh started to burn.

Because of Trudy’s screams, Al whimpered and covered his ears, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball. He rocked back and forth, whimpering and wanting the screeches of his older sister to stop. She was being far too loud.

Hank kneeled beside Al, trying to get him up as the smoke quickly started to suffocate him. Finally, the fire on Trudy’s leg was out, but she was still screaming in pain. Hank moved between Al and Trudy, not knowing what to do as the flames got closer. He started crying himself, running away and up the stairs, into a bedroom closet to hide, covering his own ears so that he didn’t hear the screams of his best friends downstairs as they succumbed to the fire.

—

When the fire company arrived, they immediately took to putting water on the fire. Seeing as the building was condemned, they hadn’t taken in a search and rescue team. However, a neighbor ran up and told them about the screams earlier on, and that three kids had been seen in there. The team geared up, but the battalion chief told them they weren’t allowed to go in. It was far too dangerous. Instead, they put the fire out from afar.

Richard Voight showed up to the scene, sighing as he got out of his squad. He walked over to the chief on scene. “What do we got?”

“Condemned building. We just put the fire out, starting recovery. The woman over there said she saw some kids go in, but they didn’t come back out. She’s hysterical that we didn’t go in to find them, but I wasn’t risking the lives of my men.”

Richard nodded, sighing as he went over to the woman. “Ma’am,” he said softly. “Hi, I’m Officer Voight with CPD. Mind if I get a full statement from you?”

“Yes, oh, I’ve seen these three kids come in and out of that building for something like a week now. They went in there earlier, after school.”

“Okay, and can you describe them to me?”

“All three had darker hair, brown or black, and they were elementary kids. Probably seven? Something like that? They had their backpacks and such, so I figured they came straight from the school.”

“Voight,” the chief called, motioning him over.

“One moment,” he said to the woman, then walked over as the firefighters pulled out a young girl’s body. Half the face was burnt up, but the other half could clearly be seen. Richard got sick to his stomach. “Oh, fuck.”

“Pretty bad,” the chief replied as the girl was laid on a stretcher, a sheet covering her body.

“No, I… I know her, she’s my son’s friend.” Tears came to his eyes. “Did any of the kids make it out?”

“We haven’t seen any around. It’s possible.”

Another body was carried out, much smaller and frail. His back was burned, but his front was still intact, revealing little Alvin. Richard’s mouth ran dry as the tears streaked down his face. “Please…” he whispered as Al’s body was covered with a sheet. “Please, please…”

Richard stood there waiting,which seemed like forever as the firefighters did overhaul. It only took about five minutes before a third child was carried out - his son. Richard ran over. “Henry!”

“He’s alive, I think,” the young firefighter said, laying him down on the gurney for the ambulance. “Found him in a closet upstairs.”

The paramedics took his pulse, looking him over. “Weak pulse, very faint, but it’s there. We have to get him to the hospital, now. He’s taken in a lot of smoke.”

Richard rode with the paramedics in the ambulance, holding his son’s charred hand, tears dripping off his face. “Oh, fuck…” he mumbled. “Come on, Henry… fight for it… fight for me… fight for your mom, please…”

—

Richard walked out of the hospital. The silence was deafening. How could he just be gone?

His wife had been called, as were Al’s parents and Trudy’s. His wife got there first, hanging on him and sobbing, but Richard could barely hear as he stared ahead, not looking at anything. He blinked, tears still streaking down his cheeks. Robert arrived next, screaming at Richard and crying, asking him why it had happened. Suddenly, Richard was against a wall, his head pounding. It wasn’t anything compared to the pain in his heart. His wife screamed at Robert to get off him.

Then, Al’s parents arrived, also getting in on the screaming. The three screamed at one another as Richard was helped up and into an exam room. His head was bleeding. His wife was holding his hand, still sobbing as he sat on the exam table, her forehead on his thigh. He felt nothing but pain in his soul, especially when the firemen came to the hospital, explaining the situation around how the fire started. Richard knew they had only been trying to help Al. His son gave his life trying to help his friend. What could be more noble than that?

[nabi-unveiled]

15 Day BL Challenge: Days 6 - 12

I'm super late to this party, so I'm doing a speed run. I'm also only hitting the days that I really feel like talking about and can make decisions about quickly. Free time is limited. There are shows to watch.

For those interested in the challenge: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Day 6: Fave Line From Your Fave Series

My favorite lines are not from my favorite series. Unless we're talking about Style's quips about making news headlines. That said - there's plenty of quips and steamy lines I love. I have a whole book of them. But the lines that mean the most are the ones that come back to me in hard times. They are the ones that pop into my head unannounced. They are personal.

From My Love Mix Up (Japan)

I tend to minimize my personal emotions. I might like dramas, but I'm no drama queen. And conflict is tiring, let's just move on. But when I thought my world was falling apart, I kept trying to say "it's not a big deal" in my head. and I kept hearing this line in response. It was oddly comforting.

From Hidamari Ga Kikoeru (2024)

Yes, I said the show flopped. But before it fizzled, it gave me this line. Just include this whole scene. Kohei felt comfortable enough to throw Taichi's words back to him. And although it was an incredibly painful story to retell, Taichi retold it. I could write a whole book on this scene.

Day 7: Fave Villain

I mean he's a villain AND the lead. He really wasn't redeemed. Not really. Sure, he showed growth. But he never really became a "good" person. It's all red flags here, but I was there with popcorn.

Day 8: The Trope You Hate Except When It's "This Series"

Oof. My immediate thought was actually a het romance - A Story To Read When You First Fall in Love. I don't like teacher romances at all. It's NOT the power dynamic I want. Yes, I'm side-eyeing you HARD right now Impressions of Youth. But, it's not a BL. So which other trope do I hate? Amnesia? Noble idiocy? Crossing the street?

In the end, I went with the sleep kiss. Screw the fairy tales, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty needed at least a chance to push back. However, I'll forgive it in Semantic Error. Neurodivergent characters have their own rules - they just do. Well...within limits.

Day 9 & 10 : Skip for Now

There isn't any way I can pick love scenes in the time I have available tonight. I'll circle back around to this at the end of my speed run. Should give me enough time to think.

Day 11: Breakup That Should've Stayed Broken Up

Teh & Oh-aew in I Promised You the Moon. It's one of the few times that the "happy ending" felt like a tragedy to me. I screamed "no". I cried sad tears for the pain this poor man with beautiful hair is going to endure in this relationship. Oh-aew deserved better.

Day 12: Wedding You Wish You Had An Invite To

None. I'm serious. I really hope from the bottom of my heart that they all have their happy endings (except Thiu), and Minase's dream in Miseinen comes true. But I don't want to be at the wedding. In my experience, weddings are either stodgy, rigid affairs that require a lot of small talk or they're chaotic parties that require a lot of small talk. Either way, I'm out. I'll buy you a nice gift. Let's go out for good food and catch up once you're back from the honeymoon.

[bluesylveon2]

Rook 32! (Neige concert lmao)

Hi anon! Rook is very oc in this but I hope you enjoy the fic! I had fun writing Yuu being grossed out at happiness lol :)

Prompt 32.  my friend drags me to the concert of some boy band that I can’t stand because they didn’t want to go alone and you overhear me complaining about how awful they are and decide to prove me wrong in a heated debate

Note: Modern au, aged up characters, me lowkey ranting about NRC losing to RSA, mention of game events, "Heigh Ho!" is a fan translation (cries in EN server)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters (Rook definitely is)

Yuu was annoyed, very annoyed. She was annoyed at the world when she got dragged out of her will, and her roommate, Rielle, was currently having the time of his life at the Neige LeBlanche concert.

Who was Neige? One might ask. Neige was a talented actor and singer known for his cutesy looks and friendly personality. It was nice for some people, but not Yuu. She was not a fan of him at all. Too bad she was sitting in the front section, close to the stage, of the concert, or else she would've booked it out of there. 

"Did I ever tell you that I hate you?" Yuu turned to her red-headed friend, who pouted in response.

"But you said that you were my friend yesterday!"

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Yes, until you dragged me here! That was when I revoked your friend status."

Rielle stopped pouting and gave his most adorable puppy eyes his blue eyes could muster. "C'mon Yuu, this will be fun. You will have a great time, I promise."

Yuu only crossed her arms and sighed. Here goes the next two hours of her life wasted on this concert. "I am going to die."

"Of fun!" Rielle beamed and turned his attention back to the concert. Neige had finally arrived, along with seven dwarves standing behind him.

"Hello, everyone! How is everyone tonight?"

Yuu winced as every fangirl/fanboy screamed their heart out for the performer. Yuu could feel her hearing starting to degenerate. "If only I invested in some earplugs," she grumbled and glared at Rielle, who was too busy fanboying to care.

"Tonight, I will start my show off with a familiar song. This one is one of my favorites, Heigh-Ho!"

"A KIDS SONG?!" Yuu exclaimed and turned to Rielle. "Is he serious right now?"

"Of course he is!" Her friend replied as Neige sang the first few verses. 

The sun calls for us with a wave of its hand Our morning is here Let's all get ready Who's sleeping in? Pull him out of his futon Hurry up, hurry up! Let's go, let's go! Good morning, everyone!

"I am living in a nightmare!" Yuu groaned as everyone sang along. The words sounded cult-like in Yuu's ears, and she already wanted her misery to end. If only a monster appeared and ended the show…a girl could dream. 

Yahoo, yahoo What a fun song Let's all spin around and dance Come on, let's hold hands Let's all laugh and dance

"Does this boy even hear himself? Spinning around, laughing, and dancing. What a goody two-shoes! He sounds so fake!"

“Excuse moi, madamoiselle. Roi de Neige sounds very passionate about his words.

Yuu, annoyed, turned to the stranger next to her. He had long blonde hair, green eyes, a shirt with "I <3 Neige," and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather. Yuu questioned why the guy didn't get complaints from the people behind them. "Well, his singing makes him sound like a little boy, and he's what? 18."

The man arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. All of his attention was focused on Yuu. "Oh? Tell me, madamoiselle. Which artists do you prefer?"

"Well, I like Poppu Myūjikku because they have a variety of music, unlike this Cocomelon remake."

The man hummed in thought. "I see what you mean. Roi d'Or is a good drummer, Monsieur MagiCam is also a good singer, and Monsieur Curiosity has a very unique taste. I saw a video of him smashing guitars and stage diving on MagiCam. Tsk tsk." 

"Oh yeah? Tell me, what makes Neige so interesting, then?"

The man smiled as if rose petals were floating around him. "Well, his songs have so much meaning behind them; it just makes you want to sing along! His innocent demeanor attracts people and animals to him. Also, he has worked hard to get to where he is now. Just staring at him now makes me wish for world peace."

Yuu laughed mockingly. "World peace? That sounds stupid. Besides, Neige is not the only hard-working celebrity. There is Vil Schoenheit, who works ten times more than Neige and is a better celebrity than him!"

(Somewhere in the same city, Vil unknowingly smiled as he fixed a lavender-haired boy's makeup).

The man stood up straight and looked down at Yuu in annoyance. "Roi de Poison is beautiful but not on the same level as Neige. In fact, both of them competed in a singing competition, and Roi de Neige won."

Yuu felt a vein pop out of her forehead. She had remembered seeing that competition and how devastated Vil was at the results. He was so close to winning, but he lost by one point. What pissed her off the most was that he lost to the very song Neige started the concert with. "WHY YOU!!! Neige is nothing compared to Vil, and Vil deserved that win!" She yelled out with angry tears running down her eyes. Her response shocked the man, and it seemed like no one else heard it as they were too busy cheering on Neige. 

"Hey, Yuu." The redhead behind Yuu interrupted, causing her to turn her attention to her friend. "Are you okay? I heard you yelling just now."

Yuu wiped away her tears with her hands. "I just want to go home, Rielle. Please take me home."

Rielle looked at her with concern. "Are you sure?"

"Please!" Yuu pleaded, and Rielle nodded. 

The man sat there frozen as he watched the encounter. Suddenly his mouth moved before he could think ." Wait."

Yuu turned to the man. "What do you want now?"

The man dug inside his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. "Here, and I'm sorry about earlier."

Yuu stared at the handkerchief and the man before reluctantly taking it. She just wanted to leave without embarrassing herself in front of more people. Yuu said nothing as she and Rielle left eh venue, leaving Neige and the mystery man behind. 

---

The birds were singing a sweet melody outside of Yuu's window. The sun shone brightly, and everything reminded her of Neige's concert and the mystery man. Yuu shook her head. She wished she knew who he was now that her mind had settled. She could return his handkerchief back and apologize like an adult. A knock interrupted Yuu's thoughts, and she called for someone to come in. A familiar mop of red hair and blue eyes entered, carrying a glass of water. 

"Good morning, Yuu." Reille smiled hesitantly as he handed her the cup. "I see that you are awake now. How are you feeling?"

Yuu drank the water and smiled. "Better now. Thank you."

Rielle sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for dragging you to the concert. I thought that you would have fun when obviously you didn't. I will make sure to not do something like that ever again."

Yuu smiled sadly and looked down at the empty cup in her hands. "It's alright. I forgive you."

"That's good. Speaking of, you need to look at MagiCam.

Yuu tilted her head in confusion. "Why?" Rielle opened his phone and showed Yuu the screen. It was a video of an interview about the concert, and on it was none other than the man from yesterday wearing his ridiculous hat and shirt. "Great Sevens, is this real?"

"Just watch." Rielle pressed play, and the man's voice filled the room.

"I enjoyed my time at the concert, and I'm not just saying this as the Eternal Snow fan club president." The man and the interviewer laugh. 

"Are there any memorable moments from the concert?"

Yuu felt herself suck in a breath as the man's voice suddenly turned serious. 

"There are. I met many fans during it, but also someone who was not a fan. Someone as passionate about other celebrities as I am with Neige. However, I said some things I regret, and for that, I am sorry. I hope to apologize to you in person, but this will do for now."

"Thank you for those words, and I hope you will find this person one day. Thank you for speaking to us, Monsieur."

The man only laughed. "You can call me Rook Hunt."

"Yes. Thank you, Rook. This is NRC News signing off."

Yuu and Rielle sat in silence. Yuu was busy processing everything when she suddenly remembered something. She reached over for the discarded handkerchief on the nightstand and examined it. 

There, embroidered in purple, were the letters "R.H."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[newwavenosferatu]

[Confirming SchreckNet VPN...]

[SchreckNet VPN Confirmed. Do Not Deactivate]

Evening Sewer Rats and Creeps alike. It's quiet tonight, both Kindred and Kine seem content to stay in their own little homes and havens. Given my uh... recent transgression against the Masquerade I thought I would stay in and tend to my Spawning Pool. After checking on the rats and other beasties, I fed on a few and headed back to the one little area of my haven with any electricity: my desk and computer. So, I have decided to regale you with the story of my Embrace, and how I came to be what I am tonight.

I was born to a French-Irish immigrant family in a small town in Indiana. My life was unremarkable, filled with novels and music and very little else. One night in September of 1984, I was walking home from a goth night held at some dingy house venue. I was on a horrid blend of alcohol and diet pill speed, slowly making my way back to my place. I heard someone call my name, and I stopped, turning around to see if maybe someone from the party was trying to get ahold of me, maybe I left something behind, I don't know. I turn around to continue walking and see movement out of an alley I was about to walk past. I tentatively go to take a look, foolishly walking further down the alley. I feel a weight on my back, and thin, almost skeletal arms and legs wrap around me. I feel this rush, almost like sex on acid. This euphoric rush spreads out from my head, all the way down to my toes, and I go limp. I felt myself fall onto the concrete.

When I awoke, I was in some dingy room, with bricked up windows and full moldering furniture speckled with ancient dust. The room I was in was lit only by a single oil lamp. letting of a foul smoke that filled the room. Piles of books, newspapers, old TVs and radios were stacked against the walls and piled on tables. Scrawled writing on stained papers formed a makeshift carpet on the floor. The worst part? There was no door, only a hatch in the ceiling. It must have been at least 20 feet up to the hatch.. Just as I am fully realizing the gravity of my fuckup when get a look at myself reflected on an old 50s TV set. My skin has turned a sickly greyish blue, an is covered in lesions and cuts. As I scream in horror I see all my teeth have elongated, especially my incisors. My eyes sunken in my face and colored a milky black. My ears had begun to point. I collapse to the floor, completely overwhelmed. I howled and cried, only more disgusted when my tears are streaked with thick globs of blood. After what seemed like days. I felt my body slowly rearrange itself into this new, grotesque form. I felt my organs shrivel, my muscles tighten and atrophy. My skin shrunk, like I needed something to make me more skeletal. My teeth moved, stretched and sharpened into a maw of fangs, with my incisor teeth like long daggers poking out of my lips. I looked like a bad Halloween costume , a kitschy Count Orlok and Siouxsie Sioux mash up. My makeup was gone, but with eyes twice their original size in sunken eye sockets, I didn't need anything to make my eyes any more dramatic. My once carefully maintained teased hair matted and full of bits of trash and debris.

Eventually, I heard a squeaking clank, and was met with dozens of live rats falling like rain into my squalid new home. I found my teeth sunken in to one of the poor things neck before I even knew what was going on. When I came to my senses, I was covered in gore and bits of fur, met with the sight of many tiny corpses covering the floor. The hatch was closed once again. I cried harder then than I ever have before. This time my tears were crimson, running down my face and leaving scarlet lines as they drip down. Looking at myself again, it became clear to me human was no longer a word I could use to describe myself. No longer wrought by pain, my metamorphosis seemed complete. I began to actually look around my filthy prison cell, reading what I could of the scrawling in the books and sketches. Over and over, the words "Embrace", "Kindred", "Nosferatu", and "Camarilla" popping up all over the place. When I heard the hatch begin to turn open I scream at my unseen captor. "Come on fuckface! You did this to me but don't have the balls to face me? I'll rip your fuckin' throat out when I find you!" I was met with eerily jovial laughter, and a rope ladder fell from the hatch. I climb up and am met with a face looking just like my new visage.. She was tall, with almost comically large pointed ears and half of the skin on her face missing.

Over the next few weeks, I was instructed in the nature of what I am, what it means for me, and what my new "life" was going to consist of. I was told of the enigmatic Ivory Tower, the rebellious Anarchs and fanatical Sabbat. I learned of many clans of Kindred and what else is lurking and scheming in the night. I drank the blood of a woman my Sire had turned into a Blood Doll, and learned to savor its taste. I was taught in the arts of Obfuscate and Animalism, and how to use them to survive these nights. My sire, who by the way is called Signe, eventually introduced me to the local Camarilla one Elysium, and I felt an uncomfortable mix of dread and excitement. This new unlife is surely to be infinitely more complex than my simple mortal existence.

I stayed with Signe for most of the 80s, and learned a great deal from her. Over time however, she began to expect so much of me, and one night I fled. Like a child running away, I returned to her hours later, and professed my apologies and embarrassment. She was heartbroken however, and told me of a Childe of hers who left her decades ago and went Sabbat. We cried together and I tried to explain all my complex feelings, but the damage was done. She told me it was time to get a haven of my own, to learn what it really means to be Kindred, to be a Sewer Rat. I left, wandering the city at night, hiding in sewers during the day until I met Tufts again.. She was as close as I ever got to a friend in life, and we became even closer in death.

Well, I suppose that's enough rambling for tonight. Stay safe, Kindred. I have a strange feeling tonight.

[End of Transmission]

[bonesandthebees]

OH G9D IM ALREAYD AT THIS CHAPTER?@,$$(#;$?= IM ABOUT TO GO YO WORK I CANT REAF THIS NOW WELPDJFGKF

OH GODDD DBRTMLSJFTKFM

At least im prepared for it this time o7

30 mins... is that enough time for me to emotionally kill myself and then come back again

God can u imagine seeing these sketches irl?? Like if hats became a film and we got to see the sketchbook?? Rahhhs

Ooohhh i can imagine the cover of the book being one of tommys sketches omg...

IM GONNA CRYY THEYRE ALL SO SWEET SOBS

I really reallyyy wanna read the phil scene but that scene would be sm better reading in bed and the whole point of me rereading the whole fic was so i could get the proper emotional experience FJFKFK

I will be patient o7

Okay im finally home

Much later than i was expecting bc i ended up going out for drinks with my friend (first time I ever had a margarita... holyshit it was so good wtf) but im still committed to finishing hats tonight

IM IN THE MOOD FOR ANGSTT

I put on my angst playlist without even realizing it bc it's really good background musicdjfkfkd im really picky w what music i play while reading (i find it hard to focus) but i have this one playlist that works Really Well... it also is just jam packed with a bunch of highly emotional songs that make the entire scene sn more painful...

Perfect :D

OH GOD IM NOT READY OH GOD OH FUCK

LMFAOFJFJF awww

Smol tommy:(( eueueu

IM GONNA SCREAM AAAAA ADBFNFJEJFK

OOOHHH FUVJKJSJFKFIDJFJF

FAVOURITES ALBUM .

IM SO ILL IM SOOO ILL I AM NOT OKAY I AM NOTTYISUEOFODHSIDH EXPLODES

CRIES

WAILS

OOUHHH MYG FOSODHSKGJDBD OHMGYDOHOGMHUDPHMYGODU LGHD

Hand over mouth i am so not okay tears in my eyes heart is cracking into tiny little pieces

AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GOING TO CRYYYYYYY AAAAAAA IM CRYING ACTUALLY FCJGKHKGKG FUCKKK THIS HURTS SO BAD BUT ITS SO GOOD I LVOE THIS FIC SO MUCH OHNKUHDO:((( I CANT DO THIS

I'd love to see these sketches irl they're so specific in my head rahhh I just can't draw for shit 😭

margaritas are very good I especially love strawberry margaritas

this chapter was so intense to write. I knew how I wanted that confrontation scene to go down but I still got so swept up in the emotions of it all and was trying to balance the dialogue and narration so carefully. the 'he hated-' bit especially was really hard to get just right but I'm so so proud of how it turned out

I'm also rereading this chapter a bit so I can get context for your messages and damn that last line. forgot I wrote that I'm proud of myself lol

[moonrisecoeur]

(im on break rn but)

MOOON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SCREAM AT ME ABOUT MUSIC IM SO NORMAL ABOUT SHARING MUSIC W PPL AND AAHHHHHHH

ive been considering giving u song recs bc IDK i love sharing music theres something so personal and full of love ab it to me

🐕

u do not understand i am so so sure that no one cares but FINE if u so insist please allow me to be annoying

deep breath in… AHHHHHHH

ellise is an artist that i have loved forever and ever and ever and ever which translates to for the past couple years and i LOVE ALL OF HER SONGS RAHHH

i love her lyrics they just connect to me so deeply. here are a collection of my favorite lyrics and songs!! all of these will be spotify links since i work for starbies and they give me spotify for free!! but pls look them up wherever you listen to music !!!

i could tell you i love you… but you wouldn't reply, wouldn't look in my eyes, wouldn't care when i cried

why would i tell you i love you?

RAHHH GHOST IS SO GOOD I LOVE HER VOCALS I LOVE THE SADNESS OF THIS SONG I LOVE HOW

we talked about a future, but now it's in the past

i don't regret the memories, but knew they wouldn't last

i know that it's not easy to give up what we had

i made myself a promise, and i’m not looking back

this song is so. ugh. love her. so sad yet so real. the realization at the end of the song is that she’s not pinky promising her ex that she doesn’t love him, it’s that she’s promising herself that she’ll leave him regardless of if she still does !! love !!

tell me it's a dead-end, you already got your flight booked

tell me over breakfast

'cause it's clear you don't care about me how you used to

this song makes me want to scream it’s so somber and resigned it’s so!! argggghhh i love it!! the way shes like ‘i know we’re done but please… it can wait until breakfast’ THIS SONG WAS ALSO OFF HER FIRST ALBUM WHICH CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY so it was literallly fate.

talk to the moon from my window

she’s so cold, doesn't know

i think i might close my eyes for the last time tonight, i’ll go

look my name being moon is a coincidence BUT this was my favorite song of hers for a long while!! very very good song i love that it doesn’t stay all sad and slow the whole time!!

come wine with me, come dine with me

conspire with me, can't hide from me

kill time with me, like murder in the first degree

NO BC I WAS LISTENING TO SANDMAN AS I WAS WRITING ABOUT IT AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHICH SONG OFF OF OVER HER DEAD BODY I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT AND I DECIDED ON APPETITE RIGHT AS SPOTIFY STARTED PLAYING IT !!! rahh this song is hot !!

(okie so i tried to post this twice and it didn’t work LMAO it keeps failing to post and not saving anything i write up until this point so!! i’m just gonna write out everything else!!)

she ruins everything - ellise

she just released this song last night and it’s soooooo good!! pls give it a listen if literally nothing else on this list

arms length - king mala

i am so normal about this song. i am so sane.

… OF COURSE IM LYING THIS SONG MAKES ME SOB I LITERALLY CANNOT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SONG i’m so sad. her lyricism… unmatched i fear…

spinnin - madison beer

mitski - i’m your man

this song is literally my personality my genuine favorite song of 2023 it runs through my veins i eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner

sad songs in a hotel room - joshua bassett

sand - dove cameron

cake and iced coffee - leyla blue

life was so much better back when you were mine.. :(

patient - charlie puth

i am so embarrassed that i like him and his music… but i really do…

[enchanting-eloquence]

The boss, aka Teaching you Respect pt II (Jake Seresin)

Summary: When Jake invites the boys over for an unplanned guys' night, you have to remind him who's in charge.

3.7k words

Author notes: Sorry this has taken so long... I had too many ideas and couldn't put them all into practice. I swear I could write a whole book about sub Jake! 🤔 Also, I know nothing about college football, so forgive me if any of this is wrong! As always, thank you so much for reading - all comments, shares and feedbacks are very welcome. Also @fuckyeahhangman the bedroom scene was the one I wrote on the train... although the story your photo inspired will be on its way soon!

Warnings: Basically porn with a tiny hint of plot. Minors, this is definitely not for you - move along and do not engage! Femdom, p in v, oral (both m&f receiving), bit degradation, rough sex, a little angst, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe!). I think that's all but tell me if you spot anything I've missed!

The Boss

Part 2 of Teaching You Respect

It had been a long day and all you really wanted was the sofa, Jake, and a glass of wine, so when you arrived back to find three cars parked in front of your house you couldn’t help but let out a small groan.

Walking through the front door to cries of “pizza” mixed with the overly loud sounds of a football game felt a little like the final straw, and you wondered for a moment whether tears, screaming, or heading back out of the door would be a better move.

You hadn’t even kicked off your shoes when a handsome blond head appeared through the door, grin broad and green eyes crinkled at the side.

“Oh hey babe, we thought you were pizza.” He took a pull from his beer and strode barefoot towards you to press an open-mouthed kiss on your lips.

“Boys night?” You asked, your tone cold as you looked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes. “I told you, didn’t I? It’s my team against Coyote’s.”

You pursed your lips. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Any idea when you told me?”

The Hangman grin only widened, and he tilted his head to the side. “I definitely told you. We talked about it during flight practice last week and I said I’d talk to you the next day.”

“Day I got called away early right and we didn’t each other at all?

You thought about raising your voice, thought even about telling him to send his friends home. But if truth be told, you didn’t have the energy. So instead you shrugged on a sigh and ran a hand up the back of your neck. “You know what? Whatever. Just as long as I don’t have to be sociable. I’ll go get a drink and just head on upstairs while you have your boys’ night.”

He stepped aside but followed closely as you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck. You shrugged him away as you continued to find food, but he only pulled you around to face him.

“Babe it was a genuine mistake, are you mad?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just tired Jake, it’s been a hell of a week and I could’ve done without coming home to a house full of people.”

He sighed and pulled you tight against him. “What if I promise to make it up to you later?”

You wriggled free of him. “Tonight’s not the night Jake, it’s been a shitty day. Just go have fun with the guys and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Gathering up your snacks, you made your way upstairs, seething silently with every step you took and trying to block out the sounds of the football that blared from the room below you. Upstairs you changed into shorts and a tank and went to settle in bed, finding the new cheesy rom com Netflix had been promising you all week. But ten minutes in and the sounds of the game - not to mention the guys watching it - were way louder than anything you could comfortably manage with your own movie.

Could you turn the TV down please? I can’t hear myself think up here.

He read the message immediately, and you saw dots dance before you.

Babe you can’t watch football quietly. Can’t you turn the TV up?

This time the seething wasn’t so silent, a stream of curse words hissing out from your lips.

Not if I want eardrums. Come on Jake don’t be a dick.

The reply came quickly this time.

I thought you liked it when I was a dick. Liked the chance to remind me who’s boss 😈

FFS, are you kidding right now?! 1. I can remind you who’s boss without you being a dick and 2. Tonight is not the night.

This time there were no dancing dots, and though you waited for a moment, the TV downstairs continued to blare.

You were contemplating dressing again and heading out for a drink - ideally somewhere far far away from Jake… or maybe men in general - when the bedroom door opened slowly and a pair of piercing green eyes appeared around the side, Jake closing the door gently behind him as he made his way across the room.

“Babe,”

“Jake, don’t babe me. Just turn the fucking TV down, it’s not a big deal.”

“Easy for you to say.” Leaning over the side of the bed, Jake pressed his thick arms on either side of you and moved his lips over the side of your neck. “If I go back down there and tell the guys that you say we have to turn it down, they’ll think I’m whipped.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and we can’t have that from the best pilot in the navy, can we?”

He pulled back, eyes burning into yours in a way that made your core tighten in spite of you. “Do you know what they’d say y/n, if they thought I did exactly what you told me?”

This time as he moved back toward you you pushed him away, a gentle hand on the Longhorns jersey that covered his muscular chest. “If you did exactly what I told you we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Is that what you think?” Jake’s jaw was set as his eyes gazed pleadingly into yours and his voice hit a new low. “Because you know the power you have over me. You know I’ll do whatever it is that you want from me, all you need do is say the words.”

You couldn’t deny that it had an effect on you. Of course it did, because Jake knew all of the right buttons to push. So of course you reacted.

“Touch yourself. Right now.” You murmured, eyes never leaving his as you began to speak. “Touch yourself exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me?” He nodded, but you only shook your head in response. “Words Seresin.”

You saw the smile begin to form on his face, but he caught it just in time, nodding as he replied, “Yes ma’am,” and tugging down the heavy black material of his shorts and tight boxer shorts beneath to reveal the long, hard flesh protruding from a neatly patch of dark blond curls.

Slowly, you learned forward and took his hand, turning it up to spit on his palm before nodding towards his cock. Jake’s breath was heavy as his hand closed around the thick length, and as he paused to await instruction you found yourself mesmerised.

“Pull on your cock.” You whispered. “Hard. Show me how you do it when I’m not around and you have to think about me, to wish I was there.”

His hand began to move, slowly at first, eyes drifting closed and lips parting in a sigh.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, and when he only nodded you continued sharply. “I said does that feel good lieutenant?”

His eyes flew open and you met them steadily. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now I want you to go faster, as fast as you can, while you tell me what you think about when you do this? When I’m not around.”

Jake swallowed audibly, the noise quiet compared to the blare of the television downstairs. “I, I think about your tits.” You nodded, encouraging him on. “About burying my face in them, about-,” he grunted softly. “Sliding my cock between them. Having you push them together tightly around me while I fuck in and out until I coat them in my cum.” His breath caught and you saw his hand stutter, but only nodded, your face expressionless despite the fire that had taken over your core.

“Oh lieutenant,” you tutted, leaning forward to place your hand over his until his grip had tightened further. You nodded encouragingly, “Such a needy boy for me, aren’t you? And what about when you’re at work. Do you touch yourself like this for me on base?”

Again he swallowed and nodded, silently at first until your raised eyebrow inspired a rapid “Yes ma’am” from him. Before moving your hand back, you swiped a finger over the tip of his cock and Brough the pearl of pre-cum you’d collected back to your mouth. As you licked it clean, you moved the other hand for him to continue.

His jaw slack, Jake shook his head in awe and began to move faster as his voice stuttered. “I think about you all the time on base. Think about sneaking you into my room. Putting you in - a flight suit and sneaking you into my room. Then having you take it off slowly until all you’re wearing is lingerie. Having you in front of me there in just those black lacy panties and bra. Then I’d - bend you over in front of the mirror, pulling your hair back while I fucked you hard, talking dirty in your ear until you wanted to scream, then putting a hand over your mouth so-.” Jake’s eyes fluttered closed and he hissed as his hand stuttered.

“Did I tell you to stop lieutenant?”

He shook his head and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Need to stop, gonna cum.”

You nodded. “I see. Pull your underwear up.”

He followed your instruction through narrowed eyes, his skilled hands pulling the boxer shorts back up over an erection that was visibly throbbing. Once the shorts were fully back in place, you shifted onto your knees on the bed and crawled towards him, reaching out a hand to grip his hard cock through the fabric.

“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you Seresin? So desperate that you can’t even get through a week at work without thinking about fucking me?” As your movements quickened, you heard him whimper softly. “Listen to you talk, as though you’re in charge, as though I’d do anything you ask me to. As though I’d be the one who needs to be kept quiet when your cock is inside me.” You laughed and cupped his balls with your other hand, giving them a gentle squeeze that made him shudder. “As though it’s not the other way around. Who’s really in charge here Jake?”

Jake’s eyes were heavy-lidded and his breath was coming in loud, heavy pants as he croaked an answer. “You. You are ma’am.”

Continuing to pump him, you moved your other hand up to cover his mouth, gently at first. “That’s right. Which means you do what I tell you, right?”

He nodded, letting out a soft whine that only made you tighten your grip over him.

“And I want you to cum. Cum for me lieutenant, right now.”

His hips rutted against you, and all it took was three more tugs, firm and heavy, until he was twitching in your palm, soaking the material beneath one palm while the other muffled a loud groan. You continued to tug on him through the orgasm, feeling stream after stream of thick, hot cum spill into his underpants as you did.

It took what seemed like minutes before he stilled, his breathing beginning to settle and his eyes fluttering open.

“Oh Jake,” you murmured, your voice saccharine as you removed your hands and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “You came in your shorts.”

He looked down, those green eyes dancing on top of flushed cheeks. “I wonder how that happened? Guess I should go clean up before the guys start to ask where I am huh?” Jake leaned forward to kiss you but you moved out of his reach.

“No no, there’ll be no cleaning up Jake.” He raised an eyebrow as you continued. “After all, you were the one who wanted to bring the guys over and watch the game, I wouldn’t want you to miss another minute.”

“But babe I’ll be uncomfortable and -.”

You laughed gently, “You mean the great Hangman will be uncomfortable being reminded that he doesn’t call the shots? That he’s really just a desperate, needy slut that came all over himself because he was told?”

Jake pursed his lips and began to shake his head slowly, but the fire in his eyes was all lust as he adjusted himself and nodded sharply. “No ma’am.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and shared a grin with him as he headed back downstairs.

The TV didn’t get any quieter once he’d gone, but you’d given up on caring. The unfulfilled heat between your legs had sent the movie far, far from your mind and instead had you drawing slow circles on your clit through increasingly dampening panties as you tried to decide whether you could wait until the end of the game for the mind-blowing orgasm you knew you could expect from Jake, or whether you needed the temporary fix of your vibrator until the game was over. As the heat within you increased, you found yourself becoming more and more daring, visualising increasingly teasing ways to get what you wanted from Jake without having to wait all night. Eventually, a plan firmly in place in your mind, you changed and got to work.

I’ve been thinking, maybe I should get in on this football game after all.

The message was followed by a photo; you wearing a Longhorns baseball cap together with the black lacy lingerie you knew was his favourite.

The reply was almost immediate.

You come downstairs like that and I promise game night will be over!

You grinned to yourself, impressed at how well you knew your man.

Jake! Of course I wouldn’t come down like that when your friends are there. I’d need some clothes on too.

Another photo - this time with one of his khaki uniform shirts worn over the lingerie, falling part way down to your knees.

Fuck. I’m on my way back up.

No need. I need another drink. Meet me in the kitchen in two.

You threw your phone on the bed and crept down the stairs, excitement and lust pulsing though your veins as you hoped to God none of the other guys would go to the bathroom while you were out in the open dressed like this. As you passed the living room, you heard Jake speak,

“I’m out of beer. I think we have more in the garage - I’ll go check.”

It was enough to make you hurry, running silently past the door so that you were waiting for him in the kitchen when he arrived, looking you up and down with a sinfully readable expression visible on his face.

“Baby you-,”

You held out a hand and removed the cap, placing it on his head as you shook your hair free and began to whisper. “Ah ah lieutenant, don’t get too carried away, Make no mistake that I’m only down here because you missed one very important job while you were upstairs before, and that means you have some serious making up to do, do you understand?”

He swallowed and watched wordlessly as you moved to close the kitchen door then began to unbutton the shirt, slowly.

“You see, it’s all well and good you telling me how desperate you are for me. All good you following my orders like the good little sub you are. But Jake, I expect you to make me come, do you understand?”

Jake nodded, and you swore there was a hint of drool on those perfect pink lips.

“Use your words lieutenant, you’re never going to be an ace if you don’t respect the people in charge.”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to touch you.

You nodded. “So here’s how this is gonna go. After you left me hanging up there - guess we know how you got your callsign after all - I had to do all the hard work myself, so I’ve already gotten myself nice and wet.” You slid a finger inside the lace of your panties and brought it back to your mouth, swirling your tongue around the wetness before sliding it inside your mouth and then letting it go with a soft pop. “But what I really need is to be fucked.” You slid your panties down your legs slowly, and watched his erection grow again as you stepped out of them completely and pulled him closer to you by the orange fabric of his shirt. “I thought about using a vibrator but why would I? When I have a perfect fuck toy down here just waiting to be used?” Your lips were less than an inch from his as you exhaled the next words, your pussy-scented breath heading straight into his mouth. “So your job is to fuck me. To make me come on your cock, do you understand?”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Your hand moved to grip his sharp jaw. “Good boy,” and you pulled him into a deep kiss.

Jake’s nails gripped your bare hips tight enough to bruise as he kissed you back with a ferocity that almost sent you over the edge in itself, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongue and teeth made quick work of reminding him who was boss. When you were done you pulled back, staring him straight in the eye as you hissed the next order. “Now fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, and when you turned around to lean forward against the table, his hands immediately found your hips again, lining himself up at your entrance and thrusting his sticky cock balls-deep between your lips.

You heard his breath catch in unison with yours, and the low voice that chided him was much more shaky than you had expected. “No noise lieutenant, your buddies are in the next room remember?”

When his eyes met yours in the kitchen window, you saw absolute an arrogant determination reflected back that only served to make your walls flutter.

“Tell me again, what was it you wanted to do to me on base?” You asked.

Again, Jake didn’t need further instruction, the hand that wasn’t digging into your hip coming up to pull a ponytail into your hair and tug hard enough to arch you backwards as he pulled you further onto his cock. You let out a quiet sob and began to pant faster and faster as he moved, his rock-hard length plunging again and again into the most sensitive parts of you as they drove your pleasure higher and higher.

“To bend you over and fuck you, with everyone else right through the wall. Pulling your hair. Covering your mouth if you made a noise as you came all over my cock.” He paused and ground against you, the change of motion enough to make you breathe out a moan. “Fill you full of my cum and then sneak you back out with it still dripping down your legs.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your breath a continuous rhythm of sobs as you brought a hand to your clit, desperately trying to relieve the deliciously painful pleasure that was fast approaching breaking point.

“You feel that babe?” Jake hissed in your ear in a low, arrogant Texan drawl that his buddies next door would recognise as the absolute epitome of Hangman. “Feel how much I’m turning you on? How, even when you’re the boss, I can still turn you into a quivering wreck? Why do you think that is huh babe? Because I’m the best there is.”

He punctuated the last three words with hard snaps of his hips, bringing you right to the brink of your orgasm; so close that he was right - you physically quivered as you writhed your way off his cock and turned to face him, snatching the hat off his head. But it didn’t matter; there was only one person going to be in charge tonight.

“On your knees Seresin, put that mouth to use.”

If Jake was pissed at the change of plan, he didn’t show it, face splitting into a wide grin as he dropped to his knees and grasped your butt with one hand, pulling you closer and closer to him until his nose rubbed mercilessly at your clit while he feasted on your soaked slit as though it was his last meal. When he slid two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, curving them into just the right angle, it was just too much. You shoved a fist into your mouth, biting hard on the flesh to prevent yourself screaming as you exploded around him, spilling out onto his hand and face.

As you stood there panting, Jake only grinned up at you.

“Clean yourself up this time lieutenant,” You told him quietly, trying to control the tremble in your voice as you recovered yourself enough to button the shirt again and collect your panties from the floor.

On command, Jake licked his fingers clean and ran the back of a hand across his face to catch the remaining wetness.

“I’m going to go in there smelling of pussy.” He murmured as he climbed to his feet.

“Good, it’ll let them know who’s in charge.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And I’m going to go back in with a raging hard on.”

You shrugged and balled your panties up into your breast pocket. “Then I guess you’d better hurry up and send your buddies home once the game has finished so we can take care of that for you.” You stepped forward to kiss him, the tangy taste of yourself on his lips as you rubbed a hand softly over his crotch. “Now go back in there and tell the guys I’m sorry I’m not up to seeing them.” You put a hand on the door before turning back to him. “And Jake, don’t forget their beer or they’ll wonder what we’ve been doing.”

And like that you were back out of the room, tiptoeing quietly across the carpet and back up the stairs wondering if maybe a guys' night was exactly what you'd needed after all?

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Heyyy. Could you do a CandyBat fic about the immediate aftermath of the Tasty treats ep? Thank you 🙏

Of course. I’ve been avoiding writing about tender treats specifically because I didn’t want to misrepresent anything but hopefully this is okay. I just kinda started writing and didn’t stop. Not really sure what to title this though. I hope everyone enjoys.

Kevin should’ve gone home immediately. As soon as the coast was clear, should’ve gone right home.

There had been a sinking pit in Kevin’s stomach for the rest of his shift. He should’ve listened to it. Not convince himself it was all in his head.

That might be Kevin’s biggest regret of the night. He should’ve been faster.

Thinking back on it now, Kevin has a lot regrets tonight.

He should’ve called the police immediately.

He should’ve kept those two gremlins in sight so they couldn’t cause any more damage to anyone else.

He should’ve . . .

Kevin stands up with a growl. He stomps his (good) foot hard against the vinyl floor. The pain shoots up his calf before dispersing, leaving the bottom of his foot sore. He wants to stomp (and scream and cry and break things and just absolutely die) more but looking around at the other bereft and grieving visitors, he sits back down.

He’s not the only one in pain.

Kevin resorts to clenching his hands, digging his nails into his palms as hard as he can.

It doesn’t help.

“Uh, hel—hello, d—dear. Kevin, right?”

Kevin looks up. A tall woman with long dark hair he recognises to be the mom to one of the gremlins. Skeleton one’s mom, Kevin thinks. Lila was it?

“Yea—“ Kevin’s throat has been closed for hours now, his voice thick and wavering. He clears his throat before he can sound any more pathetic to this lady. “Yeah. Why?”

Lila’s face goes from slightly nervous to full of pity. Kevin watches it in real time. Somehow she knows. Normally that wouldn’t bother him, he’s proud of himself and strangers can fuck off about it. But normally strangers frown at him. They don’t look at him like this.

It’s making it too real.

Kevin looks down at the floor. He wants to crawl away from this woman.

“I just wanted to thank you, dear, for protecting my son.” The woman sits down in the chair next to his. So she’s staying then. Great.

Kevin wants to scoff but shrugs instead. He wants to be rude, tell her he doesn’t care about her son, but that’d be a lie. If he didn’t care, he would’ve ran from the store the minute her son showed up. But he does blame her son.

Not that he’s going to tell her that. “What kind of person wouldn’t, if they were in my position?” Kevin tries to play it cool, keep his tone light, but everything’s flashing through his head, the recall instant and blurry but oh so overwhelming.

Kevin’s heart picks up again and his hands start trembling for the umpteenth time tonight. It’s more than just his hands. His legs are shaking and his skin’s crawling and it’s fuzzy. Everything feels fuzzy and he can’t breathe again.

The tears drip onto the floor before Kevin can wipe them away. The lady definitely noticed now. Kevin’s about to get up and leave when he’s suddenly trapped.

Lila’s got her arms wrapped around him and he’s stunned. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Oh dear. It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend.” Lila sounds just like any mother should and despite her not being his own, Kevin is drawn into the comfort. He buries his face in her shoulder and cries quietly. Her sweater is soaked in under a minute with how hard Kevin is letting himself cry.

Kevin couldn’t help reliving tonight’s events.

He stayed behind to clean up with Rick after being attacked. Neither called the cops about it. They really should’ve. Why didn’t he?

Still, Kevin didn’t start walking home until after the shop was clean and locked up.

He only started running after he noticed the sirens following him. They weren’t after him, they were just going where he was going. When the ambulance passed him, Kevin booked it.

Kevin had never run so fast in his life.

The crowd around his home was massive, it had to be the entire neighbourhood plus some. Kevin played it off, of course there’d be a crowd. Streber goes all out every year and he’s always a hit.

Except the ambulance parked on the front lawn was a new addition that had Kevin’s heart sinking.

He should’ve been faster.

Kevin had to muscle his way through his neighbours to find out what happened, all while hearing glimpse of gossip.

“Poor man—“

“His arm—“

“He’ll never be the same—“

Right there, on their shared porch steps, was Streber.

EMTs were strapping him to a stretcher. They were acting fast but Kevin found himself wanting to shout at them to hurry up.

There was so much blood, Kevin couldn’t actually see Streber underneath it all.

He ran to the EMTs, ran to Streber.

“Is he okay?! Wha—what happened?!” Kevin couldn’t hear himself over the sound of his heart in his ears.

“Excuse me sir,” the third EMT who wasn’t holding the stretcher placed a gentle hand on Kevin’s chest, keeping him at bay. “You’re gonna need to step back. We’re taking the patient to the hospital now. Are you his family?”

Kevin was nodding before he really knew what he was nodding too. The EMT guided him to the ambulance where Streber was being looked at by the other two officers. He was in a daze at this point.

The ride to the hospital was blurry and fast and Kevin held Streber’s bloody cape in his hands the entire time. It was wet and sticky with blood but Kevin didn’t notice. Or seem to care.

It wasn’t until he was finally sitting in the waiting room that Kevin’s mind finally settled. It was the cops who’d gotten his attention.

They’d explained everything.

That maniac broke out and went on a rampage for those two kids and attacked Streber in the process.

This was those kids’ faults just as it was Kevin’s.

It’s been hours now, and Streber’s still in surgery.

Each minute that passes kills Kevin just a little bit more.

Kevin cries in Lila’s shoulder for longer than he normally would’ve allowed himself but today’s a unique exception.

He pulls away to wipe his face. Lila does the same, giving Kevin a bit of room.

He’s about to apologise to the woman when there’s a loud bam at the end of the hallway. A doctor in messy scrubs hurries over. “Are you the family?”

Kevin immediately stands to his feet. This is it.

His heart is on hold and he can’t read the doctor at all.

“Yes! Me. It’s me. I’m the family.” Kevin trips over himself, a strange sense of pride welling in him from those words. In any other circumstances, Kevin’d probably smile and boast that he’s Streber’s family, because he is and always will be.

The doctor focuses on Kevin, staying unreadable. “The patient lost a lot of blood. We’ve closed the wound and started blood transfusions but we were unable to recover the patient’s arm to attempt reattachment. Unfortunately, the patient has lost his arm from the elbow joint down. This is an extremely life changing injury and he will need all the support he can get. You can see him now, but he won’t be awake for several more hours.”

The doctor turned around and started walking down the hall. Kevin immediately takes after him, his mind buzzing with questions, but not knowing where to start at all.

“But he’s going to be okay?” Kevin finally asks. The doctor nods, leading him to the post-op room where Streber is.

“Visiting hours will be over shortly. Someone will inform you when it’s time to leave but you may come back tomorrow when visiting hours have started.” The doctor stays at the doorway. Kevin nods, not looking back. He doesn’t know the doctor’s left until he hears the door jam click.

All Kevin can look at is Streber. He’s hooked up and unconscious in the most uncomfortable looking bed ever. If he were awake, he’d complain for sure how it’s not big enough like their giant, king sized bed at home. He’d probably also complain that the colour scheme here is too bright and plain. It’d be a joke of course, and Kevin would laugh.

Kevin’s feet drift forward, he’s stumbling to Streber’s side in an uncoordinated haste.

All cleaned up now, Kevin sees what the doctor was talking about. Streber’s arm is gone. There’s only a bandaged stump where his elbow would be.

Kevin can’t quite comprehend it. There should be an arm there, and a hand. A hand he knows very well. But there isn’t.

Thankfully there’s a chair close enough to the bed that Kevin’s legs can give out without him falling flat on his ass. He lands in the chair and reaches for the hand that isn’t there anymore.

Kevin was sure he’d cried all the tears he could earlier.

Seems he was wrong.

It’s just him and the quiet steady beeping of the hospital machines here. He cries, gripping the bed’s sheet where Streber’s hand should be.

Kevin isn’t sure if he’s crying in relief or in pain. It might both. Because he’s so goddamn relieved Streber is still here. But not all of him is. And Kevin knows it’s going to crush Streber when he wakes up to see what he’s lost.

Still. He’s here. And the doctor said he was going to be okay.

Kevin let’s that thought pacify him for the rest of the night.

Streber may not be whole, but he’s going to be okay.

[princehrry-writings]

Who's Chris Evans?

hey guys!! i've had this in my drafts for ages and i just finished it so here you go!!!!!

warnings: maybe a swear? revealing a relationship... idk. it's just fluffy

wordcount: 1284

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you're on the late late show and you're also married to chris.

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“When did you and Chris first meet?”

James Corden leaned in a little as you thought back to the first time you ever met the man in question.

“Y/n, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are here to see the show tonight. Do you want me to bring them backstage?” Your tour manager asked, walking with you as you went to take your mark.

“Sebastian Stan is here?” You stopped walking, eyes blown wide. Sebastian Stan as in… you’re favorite character from Gossip Girl… was here? At your show?

“And Chris Evans, yes.” He said.

“Who’s Chris Evans?” You asked, continuing on your way backstage so you could walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“You know that new comic book movie, Captain America? He’s playing Captain America.” He explained and it clicked. You had seen the advertisements about the new movie and the preview clip at the end of the Iron Man movie.

Wow, they were here? That’s crazy.

“Yeah, bring them back!” You said right as you were running out onto the stage, your first song beginning.

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Once the show was over, you came backstage, prepared to sit down and chill out. Walking into your dressing room where your mom, manager, and a few crew members where, you flopped on the couch, completely exhausted.

The door opening didn’t catch your attention. Your tour manager walking in didn’t catch your attention. But hearing him clear his throat and introduce the two people he brought with him certainly did.

“Y/n, this is Chris and Sebastian!” He said and you shot up out of your seat, extending your hand to shake. A smile graced your face as you looked at the two very attractive men standing before you.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you guys!” You said, feeling your heart skip a couple beats.

Introductions were made and you all sat down, having a conversation, laughing at jokes and becoming closer than you thought possible for one night.

“Oh, I should take this…” Sebastian trailed off. Before he left, you caught sight of the name on his screen and saw it was Leighton Meester. You tried not to freak out because she is your absolute favorite character on Gossip Girl.

It was just you and Chris left. He moved a little closer to you but you didn’t think anything of it. All night, you had felt a spark between the two of you but you didn’t think he would feel the same way so you kind of just brushed it off. That is until he speaks up after a moment of silence.

“You know, Y/n… I’m gonna kick myself if I don’t do this. I think you’re really cool and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to grab dinner sometime or something?”

“Yeah, he asked me out and honestly the rest is history. We’ve been together ever since!” You finished your story, hearing the crowd begin to cheer.

“That was how long ago now?” He followed up.

“That was uh… that was 11 years ago. Damn.”

“So, you’ve been tied down for 11 years now and nobody’s known?” You giggle as the crowd gasps and laughs, nodding your head. You look over to the wings of the set and see Chris with a beaming smile on his face, waiting for his cue to come out.

“Yeah! It hasn’t been easy but it’s been nice to have a place I could escape to. I’ve seen so many great things be torn apart by the media and I didn’t want my relationship to be added to that list, so we just chose not to make it public knowledge.”

“How did you manage that?”

“There was a lot of going in through back doors and leaving the house in different cars just to go to the same place. A lot of “no pictures please” and “don’t post any of this.” Like I said, it hasn’t been easy.” You sighed, spinning the ring on your finger as a comfort tactic.

“We actually have Chris here, if he would like to come on out and join Y/n on the couch!” The man announced, crowd erupting into loud cheers and screams. He comes out from behind the curtain with that same smile on his face, waving to the crowd and the cameras.

You stood up to greet him with a smile and a kiss.

“Hi baby,” He smiled at you, pulling you into him tightly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before releasing you to sit back down. He shakes James' hand before sitting as close to you as he can and resting his hand on your thigh, resting your hand over his. His other arm curls around the back of the couch over your shoulder. You hear a collective awe from the crowd and smile, looking over at him and catching his gaze.

He sends a wink your way, loving the way your face heats up even after all this time.

“You two are just the cutest!” James cries, pulling you out of your daze and you look back over to him, seeing a gleaming grin on his face. He was very happy the two of you had finally decided to come out with your relationship. He'd been a friend of yours for a few years and was excited you chose his show to be the platform you broadcasted the news on.

Chris giggled and leaned over to peck your cheek a few times, causing your face to burn even more than it already was.

“So, Y/n is it true that Chris is actually a co-writer on your latest album? Under a pseudonym?” James asks, moving on from fawning over the two of you.

“Yeah, actually! Uh, with the lockdown, I didn’t want to go into it saying “Alright, it’s time to make the next album.” I kind of just sat back and said whatever happens will happen and one day I walked into the music room we have in our house and Chris was playing the guitar and humming this tune and I immediately heard what would end up being the finished version of Slow Burn.” I explained, looking over to see if Chris wanted to add anything.

“I had never done anything in the songwriting realm before that. I had always wanted to leave that to her and let it be her thing, so when she asked me to write the song with her it was kind of nerve wracking. Cause there I was, writing a song with a Grammy Award winning songwriter. It was very intimidating!” He said, bragging about your accomplishments like he always did. He’s a very proud husband.

“Well now, Chris, you are also a Grammy Award winning songwriter! Golden Hour won Album Of The Year, didn’t it?” James looks between the two of you with a small smile.

“It did, yeah!” He smiled, looking over at you.

“How many is that for you now Y/n?”

“Uh… that’s a good question.” The crowd laughed, causing a giggle to erupt from you. “11 I think… Yeah, 11.”

“11 Grammy Awards?!” James’ eyes bugged out. You nodded, a blush blooming on your skin. Chris giggled as you hid your face in his neck and the audience followed suit, giggling at how adorable the two of you were.

“Chris, you've got yourself a very talented lady here!” Chris looked over at you with a look you saw often in his eyes. You saw it every day actually, he was telling you he loved you without really having to say it because after all this time the two of you just knew.

“I do, I really do!”

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

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