#I wouldn't put it past the guy running it to be corrupt as well

[gottaarc]

General students of Darkwick + Jin theory

Clarification: What's up with the general student populace at Darkwick? I'm pretty sure the answer is that they aren't ghouls in any way based on the fact sorting of new ghoul students is a big deal and 'sways power' in the beginning, and there's also this huge plot-point about the discrimination ghoul students face. But going back and reading some of the prologue chapters where the PC is first learning about Darkwick made me sort of curious about it. Reading the newest Mortkranken chapter, it's clear that there are general populace students going out to deal with anomalies frequently enough that they might need treatment for injuries and curses. But if they aren't ghouls, are they just recon? How are general education students allowed in? It's said Darkwick is super 'competitive' at one point but with what we know about Darkwick in general that's at best a loose-truth. Also, looking specifically at Frostheim for this- a lot of them are upper echelon students. Fair enough that there are plenty who come from different backgrounds, but isn't it funny that so many of them come from families in places of power and privilege? Are these families directly funding anomaly research?

Another point, less related to general students: isn't it crazy that Jin, the son of the guy running the whole Darkwick branch in Japan, just happens to have become a ghoul? I mean, maybe it's just a coincidence (because if Yuri's explanation of demon compatibility is to be believed, he just happened to not be allergic to demon dust) but that's pretty fucked up circumstantially speaking. They're already in a position of power, but what if it was something they wanted to make concrete? His mother died of mental illness, and his relationship with his father is strained. Was his father using his own family as test subjects for anomalous research? Did Jin make a deal with a demon because his father was pressuring it, or because maybe he wanted to save his mother (though he ultimately failed). If the stigma each ghoul gets is based off a desire they had, and Jin's stigma is the authority to force commands, what's more desirable to the heir of a powerful institution? How old was he when he even made the pact? Was he a kid who just wanted control, or was it a want drilled into him from a young age?

[thelittlegirlinwonderland]

What I'd Change about MHA

firstly, i'd put monoma in 1-a. i'd replace sato b/c i hate his character design and does he even do anything?

i'd make aizawa more of a stoic, scary looking guy but he just wants what's best for these kids. he doesn't lie to them or use ruses but he tends to push more and seems like a hardass to prepare them for the cutthroat life of heroics

i'd flesh out the characters more, their backstories, why they want to be heroes. i'd also build their relationships more. give them time to bond, spend time together outside of school without a disaster happening. filler type stuff

i like most of the plot up until the war arc, so i'd probably keep it, changing small things like stain. i think i'd make stain a former hero, like lady nagant, who saw corruption in his field and decided to handle it in the most extreme way. i would either get rid of stain attacking tensei or have it be a 'wrong place, wrong time' scenario where tensei found stain attempting to kill a different hero and wouldn't leave(similar to midoriya running in to save tenya)

ofa is one of the things about the og that annoys me. firstly, more than 9 users. probably 11-13. if it's supposed to be 2-3 hundred years since quirks, 9 doesn't make sense. especially since the first 3 were all around the same age and most of them died young. i'd also have more diverse users and quirks. i hate fa jin and gearshift, and danger sense and smokescreen don't make sense. blackwhip and float are great quirks. expand on the users' pasts as well. why were they chosen? what did they do with the quirk when they had it? also more izuku/vestige scenes. no random bakugou look alike user

i'd change a lot of the villain's stories. i'd change toga to actually be a victim of the system instead of just a blood-crazed lunatic. she was starved and didn't understand her cravings until she snapped and accidentally killed a classmate. from there, she's treated like a monster and pushed into the league who help her get the blood she needs which calms her down significantly. no wanting to become the people she loves and creepy harrasment of izuku and ochaco. just make her a scared teenage girl with no one else to go

as for shigaraki, when afo gets arrested show a slow change in his thought process, behavior, and lifestyle as he adjusts to life without the man who had been grooming and abusing him his entire life. make him realize afo isn't a helpful sensei but rather manipulating him. have him grow and reject afo and his ideas. have him start forming his own ideas of how he wants to change society

dabi is a tough one. i think i'd make him ostracized from his entire family. he had the quirk but not the body or mind for heroics. enji rejects him, rei can't stand his ambition, natsuo and fuyumi don't have anything in common and so he pushes them away, shoto is the masterpiece. this makes him more sullen and closed off. i'd have him run away instead of nearly dying and being save by afo. when he finds the league, he starts to open up more and develops more of a personality in this new family.

i wouldn't make kurogiri oboro. i think i'd scrap oboro as a whole. kurogiri is still a nomu but he has no ties to any heroes.

i'd have more people die in the war. more important heroes like all might, miruko, edgeshot, jeanist etc. bakugo stays dead, it's a tragedy that even someone as strong as him can't always win. maybe parents, friends, past classmates of the students because this is a war, collateral is going to happen. gran torino also should've died.

izuku: -make izuku's hair slowly turn white after he gets ofa so by the end it is completely white. this can be due to stress, having multiple quirks, getting a quirk when he didn't have one, etc. -all for one is his dad. this can explain why izuku can wield all of the past users' quirks, he's built to have multiple. now, this doesn't make afo a good person suddenly. he's still the man who groomed tenko and killed countless. maybe he just makes kids every now and then to get/make new quirks. it's just a game to him, he doesn't care about izuku or inko but it give izuku more personal stakes. -lean into izuku's analysis and intelligence more. -make monoma part of his friend group and have them bond over quirk analysis. -i think i'd make Mic his tutor. like how aizawa saw shinsou and decided to train him, mic sees izuku and his destructive quirk and decides to do something about it.

[tessarionbestgirl]

“Alicent's is so desperate to regain the childhood she lost, that she regressed in the finale to the idealized teenage version of her and calls Rhaenyra to run away with her and her daughter”

This sums it up perfectly 👍🏽

Alicent’s been frozen in time since the day she married Viserys, she has never known a minute of happiness once she was crowned Queen Consort. She’s so desperate to regain her lost childhood, she’ll do anything, even signing her children’s death warrants. I think that’s also why she’s keeping Helaena with her, despite being a mother in her 20s Helaena still has the maturity of a child thus Alicent can project on her.

She’s idolised the childhood with Rhaenyra so much she comes to Dragonstone as her teenage herself. Alicent is stripped of titles, her hair is open and free, she wears a blue dress with no jewels, and has “humbled herself” (Hess’ own words) in front of Queen Rhaenyra I Targaryen.

Thus she’s Rhaenyra’s idealised version of Alicent: the dutiful handmaiden who has no wants and desires outside of serving the Black Queen.

Both Rhaenyra and Alicent accept Rhaenyra’s moved past her childlike naivety, she will not live in a world where Jace doesn’t exist. But at the same time the only version of Alicent both women can accept (but for different reasons) is the 14 year old girl who never developed or matured.

Very well said anon. I couldn't not say better.

That is why she says to Aemond she can't let him corrupt her "Helaena". Because when comes to her, there is a lot of projecting. Olivia said once, everything she dislikes about her sons are things she dislikes about herself. So let them dying is also very deep down for her a way to put behind all the worse things about herself.

Also was always main to fail, because is unrealistic, what Alicent wants is impossible to be realized. Even if she gets what she wants, run away with Heleana, she wouldn't be happy, her guilty would never let her live with it. For her damn if she does damn if she does not.So next season she will face that reality though the queen of chains arc or not.

Also you right about Rhaenyra, while I do not read romantic feelings when comes to Alicent part. Rhaenyra is a character because of all the grooming Daemon did to her. She only understand relationships and people in her life though a form of power dinamic. Since episode one we saw this with Daemon, and to a extension with Alicent.

To Rhaenyra is good to Alicent being this object of subservience, there is a reason why for exemple they cut out Rhaenyra helping her with the dress in S1, because this is a act of a lady, a act low of her status, and makes no sense with what they lay down.

We see this in a extension to Criston, The Strong guy that she make bastards with, and to Mysaria. Why make they kiss when was supposedly the most vulnerable moment for Mysaria? Why she got feeling for Mysaria if the only thing she is to her is a yes woman?

Why is ok to Rhaenyra take lower houses but she didn't even think of bastads, and she was fine killing them and using them to her porpoise. The same way she killed that no named man to fake her husband death? Why have a scene of young Rhaenyra saying to Daemon that the opinion of small folk doesn't matter but years later she manipulated them, starve them to put them against the greens?

Is a standard to Rhaenyra's character that follows in all her relationships romantic or not.

[dandylion240]

So I was tagged by @cawthorntales quite a while ago to do this. Sorry it took me so long. Sometimes it's hard to keep up on tags and stuff. I'll asn

If your character found a magic item that could save a loved one, but they would be corrupted and turned evil by the item. Would they make the sacrifice?

This is difficult question to answer. Adam sacrifices a lot for his family and for the town of Moonlight Falls. He cares deeply for them. He would be tempted to do it to save them but in the end he wouldn't because how does he know that once he becomes evil he won't become an even bigger threat? How would he know he wouldn't turn around and hurt the people he loves the most? How would he know that he would begrudge them the choice he made to save them and in turn loses himself and that self loathing and hate may just turn against them. It's just not worth the risk and he'd rather find a different way.

2. What is your character’s happiest memory?

Happiest memory...oh boy this is hard. He can't choose between the day he got married or the days when his children were born.

3. What would a alternate universe version of your character look like?

Well this entire reboot of his generation is basically an alternate version of his story. If you're interested in his original story go here. Some things have stayed the same and others have changed a lot. There's even more changes ahead.

4. What is your character’s favorite hobby?

Favorite hobby is science. Now that he has run Moonlight Falls he doesn't have much time to devote to science. He still does but that's not his life now.

5. What is something your character hates doing?

He hates being the guy in charge. He never wanted to be the outsider, the chosen one. But sometimes you just have to accept things for what they are.

6. What is a skill your character is proud of?

He loves strategic games, chess being his favorite game.

7. What is your characters pet peeve?

People who never seem to learn from their past mistakes.

8. Does your character have a talent that no one suspects and they’re surprised when they learn your character can do said talent?

He can sing. He doesn't do it very often as he's not the type to put himself on display. But when he does sing most people stop and listen if they're lucky enough to be around on the rare occassion that he does sing.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Oh Akane, there is a little thing we wanted to ask you concerning Utsuro, thanks to all this talk about the Divine Luck:

Considering how you were the closest to Utsuro, and the most trusted of his "children", did he told you anything about his past, or his family?

Of course, I understand you all want to know about my master; I just wanted to explain to Mistress Nanami here about Divine Luck, how it works and even it's limitations.

Yeah, I'll be sure to write them down so I can remember and not forget from my hangover.

Now that I have a better understanding of it, maybe you can tell me about master Utsuro and his life?

I mean, given this is the guy that gave me life and everything, I feel like I should know about him...

Right... I suppose you would want to know about his life and from what he say to me, it's... a sad one at that, but maybe you can at least understand why I was the only one able to find him...

AKANE: Once upon a time, there was a young boy by the name of Tetsuhiko Yamamoto that was born with a gift, a gift of Divine Luck that he can pass onto others - his blessings as they were call.

AKANE: At the time of his birth, the Kurashiki central hospital was blessed on February 23rd, 1992 - children were born successfully with no health issues, people were being cured, cancer was cured but this was especially the case for Tetsuhiko's parents - there names were Yoshihiko and Kiyono Yamamoto, after he was born, his father won the lottery when they thought they were going to be homeless and his mother suffer no health issues, in fact many thought she was going to die from child birth.

AKANE: At first, Tetsuhiko's parents did love him, they were completely bless with luck and care for him and care for their child very deeply but... it wouldn't last forever...

AKANE: Overtime, Tetsuhiko's parents became corrupted and greedy as time went on, realizing their child was able to bless them with this luck that means they were able to get more money and only started to care for themselves, they even move out of their old home in Kurashiki City in the Okayama Prefecture to Hiroo, Shibuya in Tokyo, Japan. They started to become more scared when they realize that others were being blessed when they introduce their child to others... they were scared of losing that luck...

AKANE: So to make sure that Tetsuhiko's luck stay with them, they made sure he had no social interactions with anyone, put locks on his doors - did everything they could to make sure that Tetsuhiko could never grant luck onto others but as he grew older, he started to control his granting abilities and he realize at the age of 8...

AKANE: He use his Divine Luck to escape from his parents, to get away and run; he despise those that use his gift to for selfish reasons like his own parent so he made sure that his parents would never find him, he call himself 'Utsuro' and use his Divine Luck so his parents could never find him, even changing his own appearance as well to make sure of that.

AKANE: After Utsuro ran away, he started to use his Divine Luck to help children less fortunate then himself; ranging from orphans, children that were sick and the various like but then he realize... they were selfish as well, they use his gift for selfish reasons - even burning down a whole orphanage to have him back, that was when he decided he would not grant anyone else with Divine Luck ever again...

AKANE: Then suddenly, i was able to find the boy that save me a long time ago, I was nothing but grateful to him and owe him my life however...

AKANE: Utsuro had no faith in humanity when I met him, saw them all as selfish beings that only care for themselves with a very select few; he grew wary of those he granted his gift to others and thus would never grant anyone with that power again.

[glitchedspace]

So to start off my account, I suppose I'll info dump on one of my two Undertale AUs, UnderRule (name's a possible wip).

Plain and simple it's a AU open to the community based on one of my favorite video games, Ocarina of Time. The characters and some elements from Undertale will be put into the story of OoT.

About two or so years ago I wanted to create a UT AU to call my own and I thought of one of my favorite video game series (and the first video game series I've ever played Link to the Past). When I started thinking of which of the many games to draw inspiration from, I first picked Ocarina of Time and that's when I found there's so many similarities. The Deltarune symbol and the Hyrule royal family crest being similar, the fact that there are six human souls (not counting the player character) and six medallions, and several of the characters fitting well together between the two games.

I wasn't sure if I wanted the UT characters to be placed in the world of OoT (just kinda swapping places with them, being above ground), or still being in the Underground. I think picking both is the better option. Although, I'm not sure how a underground desert would work with no sun and all that (kinda an aesthetic type of thing). Not sure if some places will get their names from UT or OoT (Hotland/Death Mountain for example)

Frisk (Link) has to venture around to free Boss Monsters who have been corrupted into Amalgamates. They can either pacify them, returning them to their original state, or kill them. Both tasks can be carried out with items Frisk finds along their way, resulting in either a Pacifist or Genocide route.

There won't be any time travel and the first three dungeons (Deku Tree, Didongo's Cavern, Jabu Jabu's Belly) will be merged with the others (Forest Temple, Fire Temple, and Water Temple).

I have most of the main cast picked and the reasons behind it, so....

Frisk (Link) - Starts in Temmie Village. Has a Temmie companion who "helps" in Frisk's journey. Route depends on which items they use and how they use them. I originally (and very briefly) thought to put Sans in this role, but quickly changed it, as he's not the main character.

Chara (Zelda) - Their motivations and the ending of the storyline will depend on which route Frisk takes. Might have them be friends with Asriel, might not.

Temmies - Takes place of the Kokiri and the faries. One accompanies Frisk on their journey. Will try to convince them against the Genocide Route.

Flowey (Ganondorf) - Is not connected to Asriel. Will probably take the form of a large flower monster normally. Final Boss form is Omega Flowey. I don't think I've seen a AU where Asriel and Flowey aren't connected, much less Flowey being his own monster.

Sans (Happy Mask Salesman) - Might reference having dreams of alternate events happening or deja vu. Might even comment on the Moon looking different or how the mask he sells have a mind of their own.

Papyrus (Running Man) - Runs around to train to be in the Royal Guard. Could also be a postman.

Alphys (Lake Scientist) - "Likes to study fish." Her and Undyne are probably together.

Napstablook (Guy in Windmill) - Probably wouldn't mind if the windmill was messed up. Could be a form of a jukebox where Frisk could listen to all the music they've discovered or come across (such as overworld themes) and remixes of those songs.

Gaster (Poe Collector) - Once Frisk completes a sidequest for Sans, they can obtain a mask that looks similar to Gaster. Would allow them to find Gaster and take on a sidequest to look for his missing fragments.

Nicecream Guy (Magic Bean Seller) - Maaaybe? Although, this could be Sans too since he works as both sentry and a hotdog(cat) salesman. He also tries to sell you snow while increasing the price.

Burgerpants (Fisherman) - In OoT you can steal the fisherman's hat and drop it in the pond.

River Person (Malon/Epona) - The only character I can see for Epona and being able to travel faster.

Shyren (Scarecrows) - Once Frisk befriends her, they can make up a song with her. Once they play/hum/whistle it, she will be summoned(?) and help Frisk get to hard to reach areas.

Dog Guards, Rabbit and Dragon Knights (Royal Guardsmen) - Self explanatory.

Muffet (House of Skulltula) - Will be looking for her lost spider friends. Will reward Frisk with various items, discounts, and hints. Will still run a bakesale.

Monster Kid (Kid in Graveyard) - Looks up to Undyne and the Graveyard is right where the Shadow Temple is in OoT.

Asgore (Rauru) - Sage of Justice (Light). Orb of light instead of owl? Does talk to the player every time you die and when you sleep after fighting Toriel in Undertale. Separated from his family?

Asriel (Skullkid/Saria) - Sage of Kindness (Forest). Close friends with Frisk. Not connected to Flowey. Separated from his family?

Grillby (Darunia) - Sage of Bravery (Fire). Runs a bar in Hotland. He and the other fire monsters take the place of the Gorons.

Metaton (Ruto) - Sage of Patience (Water). He and the other monsters from Waterfall take the place of the Zoras. Originally thought to give Ruto's role to Gerson, but the whole thing with the Zora's Sapphire being a engagement thing in OoT would've been weird if people in the Undertale community drew fanart of the whole scenario. Metaton does wear a dress and sings to Frisk in Undertale and the Lake Labratory (by extention Alphys) is near where you can enter Zora's Domain, so it fits better.

Undyne (Impa) - Sage of Perseverance (Shadow). Captain of the Royal Guard and Chara's bodyguard. Her and Alphys are probably together. Wouldn't be surprised if people thought I'd give Ruto's role to Undyne, but she fits better as Impa. When you first meet her in Undertale, she's in shadows stalking you and even disappears in them. She directly associated with royalty as she is the head of the Royal Guard.

Toriel (Nabooru) - Sage of Integrity (Spirit). Her and the other monsters from the Ruins take the place of the Gerudo. Separated from her family?

I think it'd be cool to see Toriel go from sweet motherly figure, to ruthless fighter. That and I think seeing her in the Gerudo outfits would look pretty. Maybe even having the curved swords they fight with?

Mini games/sidequests:

Mask Shop- This would open up a side story type of thing between Sans and Papyrus and allow you to get a mask that would help you find Gaster. It would follow the same path (and maybe add more characters to give masks to). The Keaton Mask could be a Toby Mask that allows you to get past the guardsman towards Death Moutain/Hot Land. The Skull Mask would be something you'd give to Asriel (although, not sure if it'd still be a skull mask. He might find it cool). I can see the kid in the graveyard/Monster Kid looking up to Undyne and wanting to be scary and cool like her, so the Spooky Mask could look like her or resemble her helmet. And Papyrus trying to train to be in the Royal Guard by running could be encouraged by Sans by giving him the Bunny Hood. (As I'm typing this, I just remembered the Fluffy Bunny book that Papyrus likes.)

Fairy Fountains- I actually intended Metaton to be the faries and it still fits. Instead of the laughter when you summon the faries, you'd get Metaton showing up in his square form doing the "Oh, yes" line.

Trading Game- I think for this one, instead of getting the Biggoron's Sword, you'd get an item depending on the route you'd take. Maybe a powered up stick or knife.

Those are the main ones I have so far and I'm open to change stuff around if others think there's characters that would fit others more.

As for how Undertale could fit in the other Zelda titles,........ I dunno. Obviously there's Majora's Mask that can still have the same characters, but some from OoT don't show up in MM especially the Sages and there's only 4 dungeons (5 if you count the Moon).

As for alternate versions of UnderRule, I can definitely see some versatility here. To start off, I can see different versions of this Sans being named after the Masks from MM. I thought of naming Classic Masky, but it sounds kinda silly. I settled on Deku, while Fell could be Goron, and Swap could be Zora. When you get to some other AUs, you could make some connections. The Breman Mask could be Aviantale/Birdtale. If you wanted to take a different approach with Swap, Swap Papyrus could have the Postman's Hat. Romani's Mask could be Farmertale.

Every year I try to beat both games, so maybe this year I'll get more of a chronological event type of thing going, maybe even sorta scripts(?). I can't see this actually becoming a game in its own right, but I think it'd be pretty cool.

As far as that, I'm more than likely not gonna do much with it. Again, it's open the community type of thing. All I ask is no problematic ships, please credit, and please be kind to one another have fun with it.

I can't think of too much to say and if I leave this in my notes to post later, I'm I'm gonna either procrastinate and add more, or completely forget to post it. I don't expect this AU to get too much attention, I just kinda wanted to throw it out into the void and out of my head. Maybe there'll be a small handful that likes it.

[captainarchmage]

Why CaptainArchmage thinks you should back Democrats in Today's Special Election

Again, I didn't want to make this blog about politics but given the situation, I again have to make an exception, and those exceptions, much like your average Republican candidate for speaker now needing some kind of spyware app to cut down on his pr0n use, is rapidly becoming the norm. Read that until it sinks in, please. Due to other commitments, I haven't been posting any of the content I intended to post on here, but anyways.

So today there's a sort of off-year election day in America, and apparently that involves a bunch of state-governors in certain parts of America and a few state legislature elections. Now once upon a time, I said if I became an American citizen, because political parties go wrong, I'd probably be an Independent. That said, I didn't see ANY election in recent history I wouldn't have voted for the Democrat.

Today, there are some people who think that they can sit this one out, or vote for a third party, and that will work out and stick it to people. My reaction to that is below.

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Really, commander? Well, if your "options" are "Democrat, Democrat, Socialist" or "Socialist, Democrat" I can see it's fair game to vote for the Socialist. If there is a seat which is "Republican" and no other candidates, you can - or rather, I should say, SHOULD, if you fulfilled the criteria, have considered running for that seat. But of course, that time is past. Also those aren't the majority of races. In general, you'll have "Democrat, Republican, Third Party" and too much of that time that Third Party is going to drain votes (or be set up TO drain votes) from Democrats. Voting third party isn't going to help, unless there's a "collective epiphany" of a very large number of people and those don't work that way and the risks are way too high.

I repeat, that's not going to work. Too many "third parties" have turned out to be Republicans with the serial numbers filed off and there's plenty more where that came from. Meanwhile, the people having a "collective epiphany" thus far seem to have decided to turn into raging racists, anti-semites, islamophobes, homophobes, transphobes, and borderline genocidal fascists. So I say, to hell with collective epiphanies and to hell with collective spiritual awakenings in the present and now. It ain't working, and the evidence is it ain't working, and the evidence is also it's making things worse. Maybe we need to stop with that, because that strategy seems to be working best for people with the worse instincts, and not bringing out anyone with better instincts. My reaction below as to, literally, seeing this and see people continue to promote this as a viable option.

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A reminder that the Republican party is the party trying to ban reproductive care, prosecute people for miscarriages, ban transgender people, expel all people of a certain religion (and remember that will possibly extend to anyone who has ever been involved with that religion OR looks like the "stereotypical" [in the eyes of the people enforcing that rule, a view that doesn't have to have any rooting in reality, c'mon, you guys have already been protesting this] member of that religion, accept into their ranks take funding from open holocaust deniers, is OK with someone who blames wildfires on "Jewish Space Lasers", and generally destroy democracy in America.

BuT BoTh sIdEs, SO I GUESS TODAY'S FINALLY THE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP to own the libs or something. Really?

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A reminder that the current credentials of the average Republican politician seem to be corruption, fraud, damn fraud, and requiring your son to be your accountability buddy so you don't watch pr0n. I don't really see a progressive movement succeeding if it ends up putting these people in charge. You've got to hold onto what you already have, too. Gif related, my feelings.

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I'm also starting to highly doubt the leadership capability of many so-called "alternatives". You know, if you want to be a challenge to the Dems, you can't just be someone who is "I'm an Independent". The expectatin is you're going to get better policy than Democrats, but instead both the candidates and the people asking for alternatives keeping making some critical mistakes. For example, like pandering to the "upper left quadrant" of "people who would like to have social safety nets, but only if they were granted exclusively to a small clade". Or to sum up a certain trumpeted "independent" candidate, it's a case of "I Gotta Solution. A Final Solution" populism. The Young Turks "third party" option seems to have an issue with trans people which the old guy in the Presidency doesn't. Cornell West noted getting nominations as an agreed-upon party member would be difficult in terms of ballot access, and instead of rectifying those he made the logical step to run as an independent. RFK, meanwhile, is a vax denier. There's something really unstable, I note, among these people and a drain from movements such as "Occupy Wall Street" to literal neo-nazism, and that has me questioning how viable these really are.

Meanwhile Democrats *HAVE* delivered, such that they can. Biden tried to cancel student debt with considerable success, though SCOTUS is in the way (and that's a Republican problem), reduced inflation, and lead to low unemployment, and an increase in unionization. And no, despite the accusations surrounding Biden and the rail strike in 2022, workers actually did win paid sick leave. Meanwhile, Michigan Democrats with a 1-seat majority on their legislature(s) struck down the "right to work" laws in that state.

So in total, that's it. With Democrats, you get progress in the end, and you maintain protections. With Republicans... you don't, and you might not have anything left at the end of it. There's no third party viability, and believe it or not there's no requirement that there be any viable third party candidates. That's it, and in my view you should give Democrats a chance in this year's elections.

[emperorblargus]

Why EmperorBlargus thinks you should be voting for Democrats today

So today there's a sort of off-year election day in America, and apparently that involves a bunch of state-governors in certain parts of America and a few state legislature elections. Now once upon a time, I said if I became an American citizen, because political parties go wrong, I'd probably be an Independent. That said, I didn't see ANY election in recent history I wouldn't have voted for the Democrat.

Today, there are some people who think that they can sit this one out, or vote for a third party, and that will work out and stick it to people. My reaction to that is below.

Really, commander? Well, if your "options" are "Democrat, Democrat, Socialist" or "Socialist, Democrat" I can see it's fair game to vote for the Socialist. If there is a seat which is "Republican" and no other candidates, you can - or rather, I should say, SHOULD, if you fulfilled the criteria, have considered running for that seat. But of course, that time is past. Also those aren't the majority of races. In general, you'll have "Democrat, Republican, Third Party" and too much of that time that Third Party is going to drain votes (or be set up TO drain votes) from Democrats. Voting third party isn't going to help, unless there's a "collective epiphany" of a very large number of people and those don't work that way and the risks are way too high.

I repeat, that's not going to work. Too many "third parties" have turned out to be Republicans with the serial numbers filed off and there's plenty more where that came from. Meanwhile, the people having a "collective epiphany" thus far seem to have decided to turn into raging racists, anti-semites, islamophobes, homophobes, transphobes, and borderline genocidal fascists. So I say, to hell with collective epiphanies and to hell with collective spiritual awakenings in the present and now. It ain't working, and the evidence is it ain't working, and the evidence is also it's making things worse. Maybe we need to stop with that, because that strategy seems to be working best for people with the worse instincts, and not bringing out anyone with better instincts. My reaction below as to, literally, seeing this and see people continue to promote this as a viable option.

A reminder that the Republican party is the party trying to ban reproductive care, prosecute people for miscarriages, ban transgender people, expel all people of a certain religion (and remember that will possibly extend to anyone who has ever been involved with that religion OR looks like the "stereotypical" [in the eyes of the people enforcing that rule, a view that doesn't have to have any rooting in reality, c'mon, you guys have already been protesting this] member of that religion, accept into their ranks take funding from open holocaust deniers, is OK with someone who blames wildfires on "Jewish Space Lasers", and generally destroy democracy in America.

BuT BoTh sIdEs, SO I GUESS TODAY'S FINALLY THE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP to own the libs or something. Really?

A reminder that the current credentials of the average Republican politician seem to be corruption, fraud, damn fraud, and requiring your son to be your accountability buddy so you don't watch pr0n. I don't really see a progressive movement succeeding if it ends up putting these people in charge. You've got to hold onto what you already have, too. Gif related, my feelings.

I'm also starting to highly doubt the leadership capability of many so-called "alternatives". You know, if you want to be a challenge to the Dems, you can't just be someone who is "I'm an Independent". The expectatin is you're going to get better policy than Democrats, but instead both the candidates and the people asking for alternatives keeping making some critical mistakes. For example, like pandering to the "upper left quadrant" of "people who would like to have social safety nets, but only if they were granted exclusively to a small clade". Or to sum up a certain trumpeted "independent" candidate, it's a case of "I Gotta Solution. A Final Solution" populism. The Young Turks "third party" option seems to have an issue with trans people which the old guy in the Presidency doesn't. Cornell West noted getting nominations as an agreed-upon party member would be difficult in terms of ballot access, and instead of rectifying those he made the logical step to run as an independent. RFK, meanwhile, is a vax denier. There's something really unstable, I note, among these people and a drain from movements such as "Occupy Wall Street" to literal neo-nazism, and that has me questioning how viable these really are.

Meanwhile Democrats *HAVE* delivered, such that they can. Biden tried to cancel student debt with considerable success, though SCOTUS is in the way (and that's a Republican problem), reduced inflation, and lead to low unemployment, and an increase in unionization. And no, despite the accusations surrounding Biden and the rail strike in 2022, workers actually did win paid sick leave. Meanwhile, Michigan Democrats with a 1-seat majority on their legislature(s) struck down the "right to work" laws in that state.

So in total, that's it. With Democrats, you get progress in the end, and you maintain protections. With Republicans... you don't, and you might not have anything left at the end of it. There's no third party viability, and believe it or not there's no requirement that there be any viable third party candidates. That's it, and in my view you should give Democrats a chance in this year's elections.

[cybermoonmoon]

(This story based on a notion by my dear radio pal Peter Cedric 'Rocky' Smith...no relation I know of. He mused what he would do if he woke up and it was the 1930′s again. So I put myself in his position. The trick is to protect the timeline...or try to...good grief!)

"Clips"

“Back and forth and forth and back.” Put another way...NYC the 125th Street subway platform. It's January 26th, 1937. The ‘A’ rain pulling in wakes me. I’m a science fiction fan so I know what’s happened. Fuck! I’m near 90 years in the past! Serious temporal disorientations. I wander my great grandmother’s hood for days maybe weeks. Think a speedball whiskey crash. FDR is President Dick Tracy is on da radio and it's the Great Bleeping Depression. Best time to appear. I can get lost in this chaos.

I end up in a Salvation Army soup kitchen. Looking for possibilities I tell them I went to a Negro college and could tutor. Tutors white only but with a lucky connection I get a half-time gig at the local library...as a porter. It’s 1937. With the job I get a small room. Do ganja recovery from my temporal displacement and make plans.

Winter passes. In summer I notice a small Harlem machine shop. Just the right size. I introduce myself to the owner. Seems a decent guy. I later hear he’s in the closet. I tell him its cool love is love and don’t worry about it. Anyway, I put an idea to him. A small item that everyone uses that he could very cheaply make. ...and sell. Desperate times so he's game. I show him my designs...paperclips. I was thinking Velcro but too game changing.

No copies from the future. Rather blends of types any of which ‘could’ have been designed in the 30′s. Strips of metal and cheap tools are all that's needed...history is safe. We haggle over details become partners...sort of and get to it. Business slow but they’re cheap look cool so catch on. Towards da Holidays orders is coming in through the ‘gawddamned’ windows to paraphrase Holden Caufield. Whose book I hope isn't butterflied away.

The machine shop is now our office/factory. Slowly we hire more help. I insist on gender equality. My pal thinks it nuts but goes along. Planting seeds. Orders from locals later direct to business. Sure there was problems. Corrupt cops, mob run unions 30's racism but fuck it life is fun. This as I become more accumulated to pre-digital industrial America.

1939 the Board of Education gives us commissions later bulk orders. This via the 'WPA'...google it. Orders from other City departments follow. Mayor Laguardia aka ‘The Little Flower” ...my grandma spoke well of him. Well, he’s throwing FDR’s cash around to help small businesses. First time the government ever really helped me, and I had to go near 90 years into the bleeping past to get it. Figures.

Which reminds me. I'm from the future which means I saw several post-war recessions. Lesson one: Don’t expand before ya ready. My pal wanted to open two large tooling and fabrication shops with a zillion employees. I talked him down to 15 and one medium shop. Smart because the bubble burst...we stayed in business and happily banged along issuing paychecks. An upside I saw the Great Harlem Artistic Rennaissance in person. I also organized the first poetry slam. ...I hoped history wouldn't notice.

Still, war is coming. This is a world with Hitler and Stalin running around loose. Did I mention our own Nazis and a powerful Klan? Anyway, in my only suit...double breasted like grandpa wore. I angle for federal orders. Thanks to patronizing liberalism...hey what works works. I get a few small nibbles Then all hell breaks loose. December 9th, 1941. War comes two days late thanks to my temporal shenanigans.

Uncle Sam is kicking the crap out of that Nazi fuck Hitler and his pal Tojo. And is doing it with our flexible rust-less paperclips. Did I mention our Army is integrated we already have the fucking B-29 and the P-80 jet fighter...all these five years early. All because of the butterfly effect of cheap rust-less paper clips and two smart queer colored guys...one from the 21st century. Fuck da timeline...in for a penny in for a pound.” I finagled a meeting with that Einstein guy and tells him about microprocessors. Stay tuned.

[muaythai505]

Somebody should give Dana White himself some good hundred-dozen cold hard slaps to the face, to beat some sense into the guy.

People say money corrupts and I think he's been seeing dollar signs way too often and not focusing enough on the human side of his business.

As an entrepreneur - now the playing field is even, because I've been an entrepreneur for 11 years and still going on - I feel I am qualified to make the above statement because business is not just money, it is people, it is customers and staff, and all sales are transactions between human beings, not between corporations or machines.

Corporations are made up of lots of human beings. Machines are just hunks of metal and wires and sometimes some fluid power shit.

If you don't pay the people well enough eventually people leave, they stop putting up with your stingy bullshit and they jump ship, or they start competing businesses and work against you once their NDAs and noncompetes expire. If you pay your people well, they will remain loyal. They will fight up-cliff battles against larger competitors - singlehandedly if need be - for your glory as a corporate leader. Fail to honor the shoulders you stand on as a leader and soon you won't have any to stand on.

I know I may be a n00b at MMA and Muay Thai and fighting sports in general - I've only done 2.15 months of boxing, all of it before the age of 20, with no sparring experience... and after 30 (at age 35 to be exact) taking up Muay Thai for the past 7 months, still yet to do actual sparring - but I also know that, as a 11-years-on business startup expert (maybe, depends on who you ask & what their criteria of expertise is in my occupation / LOB), if I were to run the UFC, I'd pay fighters at parity with at least the ISKA or better yet, the WBC.

I wouldn't pay a purse of 50K or 100K a fight. If the PPV and the door ticket sales rake in $5M per fight, and fixed costs, overhead & marginal variable costs only amounted to $100K, the winning fighter would win the lion's share of the purse - around $1M-1.5M ballpark est., and the losing fighter would still get a small but decent amount (I haven't done the math on this part, but it would pay for medical, cornerman staffing, and admin/management bills, and still have enough left over for spending on his/her family members and maybe, if saved properly, send their kid(s) to a decent community college).

You put the people first in your business or you watch your business crash and burn.

It's not rocket surgery.

Why the fuck would anyone watch Dana’s stupid frat boy slap league when they can watch Russian farm boys slap one another in random Serbian malls on YouTube??

War dumpling!

[poisonouswritings]

LegacyTober Day 17: Future

So this is after defeating LoS. First paragraph is if you stayed in Astraea, second is if you and your partner went back to Earth. I'm gonna,, have to make some stuff up,,, for Anisa,,,, because obviously we never got to see what her timeskip was like and the effect it had on her and whatever. So. Damn you Fictif/Dorian.

In Astraea, Felix is trying to help put Blackthorn together. The crypt was totally decimated after that whole 'cultist soul possession' thing that happened. For a long while after the attack, everyone has avoided going near it. Initially it was to be sure that the last traces of LoS' magic had faded and wouldn't affect anyone else, but honestly? Everyone is still on edge about it. That includes Felix, but his anxiety leads to a need to understand. So he goes poking around in there and obviously brings you with (assuming you're comfortable with it - if you aren't then he'll go by himself). I would not put it past him to arrange for a picnic in the grass under the full moon. He'll tell you stories about the people that were in there (did the bodies ever get put back? I'm inclined to say they were probably destroyed, so all that's left is the plaques and coffins).

On Earth, Felix is still researching the paranormal! He loves going to 'haunted spots' to find ghosts. You tried to take him on a tour once and the guide started doing a whole 'hundreds of years ago in the Puritan times there was a woman accused of witchcraft who was hung here' blah blah blah, and then Felix goes 'The woman had an allergic reaction and died like eight years ago' and ends up taking over the tour,,, doing small bits of magic that could pass as impressive street magic,,, you guys end up getting kicked out. Sorry. He has fun though.

In Astraea, Anisa has taken it upon herself to completely reform the Sunstone knights (possibly changing their names? Idk) and make sure there's no corruption. In addition to the normal duties they perform, something she wanted to focus on was community outreach and getting in touch with the citizens. While she has overcome her insecurities about being LoS' daughter, she's still just a helpful person in general, so she's still going out of her way to help out. So when there's a Fall Harvest festival, Anisa helps organize and run some of the activities as well as just keeping the peace. She's also learned how to be kinder to herself, so she takes breaks as needed (or if you give her puppy dog eyes).

On Earth, Anisa is super excited! She discovers Starbucks and pumpkin spice latte. You can bring her fashion magazines and she'll put together her own outfits. Possibly makes some of her own? I think it's mentioned in the intro that she knows how to sew. Imagine,, going on a lake,,, like with those paddle boats? And the lake has red and gold leaves that have fallen onto the surface and it's super pretty and Anisa is so in love with you and with Earth. She's learning how to take a step back and breathe, y'know?

In Astraea, Sage has mixed feelings about fall. Even though Porrima has been rebuilt and pretty much every building is warded against Corrupted, he's still on edge. Especially when the night comes earlier and the shadows stretch longer. Plus you gotta add on seasonal depression. But the cooler nights means more cuddling by the fire (he always puts his head in your lap so you can brush his hair or stroke his ears) and wearing fluffy cloaks. Tulsi works shorter hours too, so they can hang out a little more. And he still enjoys warm apple cider, so there's a bonus! Ultimately, he'll be a little more comfortable during summer but he'll make it through fall. You can tell him silly over-the-top scare stories and it'll make him laugh.

On Earth, Sage has an easier time since. Y'know. No Corrupted. But then you introduce him to zombie movies and now he's afraid again. On the bright side. Sage in all black? Maybe even gothic clothes? He'd probably only wear it as you guys get closer to Halloween but I just want you all to be picturing that. Anyways for some reason I keep picturing him trying a cinnamon-flavored cake pop so there's that. Since it's colder out, he can hold your hand and walk around with you so that's a big bonus for him. Um. Um. Um. Also. Oktoberfest. I don't know if post-timeskip Sage would enjoy it as much (he'll come around eventually but he's anxious at first because if you've never been, Oktoberfest tends to get loud and crowded) but he'll get in the swing of things eventually.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

[rexcoatlarchive]

Until it is done

After Rex, Quetz, and Slayer reported back to base Slayer informed the two as to who was leading the hoard of demon's in their attempt to take over the servant universe.

Slayer: they're a very unique High Servant known only as the serpent.

Rex: ironic...

Slayer: yeah, I get it.

Mhxx: they were briefly spotted at one of the bases we lost to the hoard and we managed to get at least some of their spirit origin. Like Slayer said they're a high servant like the alter egos from the moon cell. Their spirit origin consists of beings such as Apophis, Jormungandr, Typhon, Orochi, Vritra, and many more.

Quetz: they're all monstrous dragons, some of them world enders.

Slayer: exactly, tho it seems they have a bigger target in mind then just the world.

Rex: where the hell did a high servant like that come from? The only one's I've ever seen were BB's alter egos... and Sitonai.

Slayer: the dark lords of hell created them to be a perfect general to lead their hoard. We need to find and destroy them to stop the invasion.

Quetz: where do we even begin to look for them?

Mhxx: we managed to narrow it down to this section of the servant universe

A holographic map is shown with a relatively large portion highlighted red.

Mhxx: it's still a large section but you'll know where they are when you're close.

Rex: how?

Mhxx: they have the most powerful of demonic beasts guarding them, comparable to servants in their strength.

Quetz: aye... this will be difficult.

Slayer: it's what has to be done. You two can handle it right?

Rex: of course we can!

Quetz: si...

The four of them head out to the designated area in search of the Serpent. As they search they must battle through the hoard, ripping and tearing the various demonic beasts. Eventually reaching a space base covered in what could only be seen as corrupting demonic flesh, slowly taking over the base like vines growing over an abandoned building.

Rex: we must be getting closer, these demons are getting worse and worse.

Mhxx: my thoughts exactly, only the Serpent's elite guard could match up with this strength. Further down these halls must be where they are.

Then as the group is fighting a large tremor is felt

Rex: is that the serpent?

Slayer: it must be! Down the hall!

The group start running down the hall, rushing past most demons while tearing them apart eventually going up to a door. They feel more tremors through the door.

Slayer: past here, they must be there. You all ready to finish this fight?

Quetz: si

Rex: yeah

Mhxx: of course!

The group bust the door open, seeing what looks to be a huge arena, and a large figure clad in black cybernetic armor.

Serpent: there you are Slayer! It's finally time to finish this!

Slayer: ...

Serpent: nothing to say? How unfortunate, I guess I'll have to settle for your screams. And look at that you managed to gather a small group to help, not that it'll do much good.

Rex: dang, they're huge.

Quetz: considering how big some of the creatures that make them up are I'm not surprised.

The Serpent is seen is large and bulky black armor, somewhat similar to Slayer's with a large horned helmet, to stay on brand as demon of course. And just like Slayer they have a snake like tail in place of legs.

Mhxx: they look like a dark parody of Slayer.

Slayer: dark parody or not they're dead!

Of course the Serpent wouldn't fight alone, more high ranking demons are summoned to help them in the fight. Mhxx, Quetz and Rex help fight off the Demons while Slayer fights the Serpent. The two cross swords in the struggle.

Serpent: so this is the supposed one person army the Slayer huh? Why bring in help now of all times? You scared?

Slayer: they insisted on helping and the more the merrier they say.

After a bit Slayer pushes the Serpent back and starts to open fire on them, with the Serpent activating an energy shield to protect them.

Serpent: you're little guns won't be enough!

Slayer: maybe not these, but I got a big one with you're name on it!

Afterwards Slayer brings out their ace in the hole: the BFC or Big Fucking Canon. A powerful anti-demonic anti-army noble phantasm.

Slayer: you're dead now! BFC!!!

the Canon is fired not only heavily damaging the Serpent but also erasing the small army of demons they had summoned. The Serpent's helmet is also destroyed revealing a very human looking woman, with long grey hair a deranged look in her eyes and long black colored horns.

Serpent, down and not doing so well: damn it! Damn that stupid gun!

The Slayer slithers up the Serpent sword in hand

Serpent: so you've managed to do me in. Before you do, anything to say before you strike down your greatest enemy?

Slayer, silently stabs her sword right into Serpent's chest to end them then pulling it out.

Slayer: no.

With the Serpent defeated the hoard retreated back to the depths of hell. Not only did they lose their leader but the armies of the servant universe were finally turning the tide, and the hoard decided to cut their losses and retreat. Of course Slayer knew that they would be back, but for now she may rest for a bit.

Rex: so now that she's defeated what are you going to do?

Slayer: not sure, I know the hoard will eventually return but for now... I think I'd like to rest.

Quetz: well... want to come back to chaldea with us?

Slayer: ...that's a very generous offer... I guess I could. Haven't had a proper home for ages now.

The group returned with the new servant now joining and forming an official contract with Rex.

Gordy: goodness that must've been a very intense mission.

Rex: yeah... but it's good to be back.

Da Vinci: yeah... also interesting that you brought in a 3rd Quetzalcoatl.

Quetz: *sigh* I've stop questioning it at this point.

Gordy: but about that Serpent person, the way you describe them they sound familiar. But I cannot put my mind on why.

Rex: well we actually have a picture of them without the mask.

Gordy: well let me see

Rex brings out the photo to show Gordy.

Gordy: wait a minute... Celenike?

Rex: huh?

Quetz: what?

Gordy: she looks exactly like Celenike! She was a member of the Ygdmillenia clan like me! What the hell happened?

Slayer: perhaps the lords of hell used her body as a base?

Gordy: now wouldn't that be appropriate.

A/N: so there we go. For now Slayer's main story is finished up. Eventually she'll show up more along with Ququ and Kuku and probably more Quetzes. But for now I'm still going to focus on the main Quetz, hope you guys like it.

[toldbymae]

𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐮

C H A P T E R  O N E: BEGIN AGAIN

Fandom; Choices stories you play

Pairings; Ethan Ramsey x Mc (Lucky-Rae Longford)

Summary; Emotions are the luxury you can’t afford as a Doctor, consider this something Ethan Ramsey learned early. When the sun sets, all hope seems lost. That is, until a wide-eyed young intern tumbles, quite literally, into his life and the sun has never shined brighter. 

Warnings; Swearing, Graphic descriptions of injury, Alcohol consumption, NSFW, Character death, Violence, Mentions of stillbirth, Physical abuse.

Word Count; 1.4k (1,467 including this and the above.)

Author Note; This story is an au and starts at the beginning of open heart book one. The storyline won't entirely be the same, some aspects will change eg; Miss Martinez won't end up dying because of mc...instead it'll be because of someone else. In this story, you’ll hate Landry even more.

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀.

Enjoy!

LUCKY-RAE

After a six and a half hour flight, Lucky got off the plane and made her way through security, grabbing her suitcase and making her way through the crowd of loud and rowdy people. Most of them wore a smile, running into the arms of friends and family, while others were crying and watching as they bid goodbye.

Life is something precious.

It's strong and yet, it's so fragile and easy to take away.

The automatic doors opened and, almost instantly, she was hit with golden rays of the sun. Boston, she smiled and began venturing down the street.

Lucky couldn't wipe the irreplaceable smile off her face, nor did she want to. This is going to be the start of something new. Something good. Something...unimaginable.

The sudden vibration of her phone drew the redhead from her thoughts as she hastily grabbed it out of her pocket.

Landlord guy; 27 Ilford terrace, be there at 3 pm and I'll give you your keys. NO LATER.

Lucky; Sure thing

She tucked her phone safely back in her front pocket and called for a taxi, told him the destination she was heading to, and sat comfortably in the back seat, after putting her luggage in the boot, with the much-needed assistance of the driver.

25 minutes.

The car set off and Lucky leaned her head against the window, watching everything pass her by.

A smile crept back onto her face.

It's happening, it's finally happening. All these years of dreaming, believing, and working hard have led her to where she is right now, where she will be in the future.

Edenbrook Hospital, one of, if not the most, prestigious in the country. Widely known for its efficient and dedicated health care and team.

It hadn't always been her dream to work there, nevertheless, Lucky was determined now more than ever, not to allow the past to cloud her judgment or decisions.

All the people she'd save...all the people she'd be able to help...and those who she can't save...

Seconds descended into minutes which soon felt like hours and the taxi pulled up outside her new home. She thanked him, paid, and dragged her suitcase behind her as she walked up the steps and patiently waited for her landlord to arrive. She spotted him making his way down the road, wearing a blue shirt and loose-fitting black trousers.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person Mister...."

"Just call me Farley." He said delving his hand into his over-sized pocket and fishing for the keys.

"Thank you, I promise to take good care of the property...Mister Farley."

He laughed, "I know you lot will."

She paused, you lot. But there's only one of her...

"What did you mean?" She asked.

"Oh..." He laughed again, "Go inside and you'll see, Doc."

And she did. She unlocked the door and trekked up the stairs and wished there was a lift.

Lucky's breath was instantly taken away. The view was simply spectacular, the apartment was spacious, too spacious.

"This isn't all for me, is it?"

"Turns out you really are as smart as you look." He retorted, turning his head and pointing out all the other bedrooms which would be accommodating other people. Lucky shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't worry." He reassured, "I'm sure you'll get along with them just fine." Without another word, Farley departed leaving Lucky alone.

Her momentary peace was interrupted at the sound of voices and the door flying open. Five people walked in, luggage trailing after them, and meek smiles.

"He really wasn't lying..." Someone moaned, a slim and tall man with wild curly, hazel nut-brown hair, with baby blue eyes.

"I got one can't wait!" The voice of a short, brunette squeaked, smiling from ear to ear. Lucky couldn't tell whether or not she was being genuine.

"What are the odds of us all Woking at ED?" Another woman rolls her eyes and makes her way into the kitchen and raids the fridge.

"Well...I guess I should introduce myself?" The uncertainty in her voice caused Lucky to internally cringe.

"Lucky." She extends out her hand and the small girl, no taller than her, shakes it.

"I call dibs on the largest room." Says the girl whose name Lucky is yet to know, who is currently stuffing her face with a chocolate bar, "I'm Jackie, that's Sienna, Elijah, and Landry."

"Pleasure to meet you." Lucky replies. Sienna smiles at her, "I think we're gonna get along just great and I love your voice, are you, Welsh?"

"Irish, from Killarney."

"Well, is anyone hungry might as well order something." Elijah says getting his phone and looking up nearby takeaway restaurants.

Hours of talking and unpacking later, the interns sat at the table eating pizza and watching TV, feeling nothing except mixture exhaustion and relaxation.

"There's this bar down the road called Donahue’s, wanna go?” Jackie suggests, earning the attention of her new fellow roommates.

Landry shrugged, “I mean I don’t mind...but we’ve orientation tomorrow so...let’s not drinking too much.”

“Alright, let's go.”

...

ETHAN

The bar was still and quiet as the diagnostician drank the last of his whiskey and motioned for the bartender, his long time friend Reggie, to get him another.

"You sure you want another?" Reggie asks, hesitant.

Ethan almost instantly nods and the sound of voices filling the once empty bar drew him from his thoughts.

One in particular caught his eye.

Her laugh sounded like a melody he could listen to every day.

Her eyes, glassy, pure, and ruby green. So beautiful and mesmerizing.

Her hair, long, curly, and auburn shade of red.

Her freckles, as golden as the sun, spread across her face like stars in a midnight sky.

Ethan forced himself to turn away, unable to get the image of her out of his head.

He wouldn't see her again.

Or her dark red lips, so kissable.

He drank the remainder of his drink and decided to call it a night, much to Reggie's relief.

From the corner of his sky blue eyes, he sees her stumbling and about to fall, glass in hand. He catches her just in time and she smiles and drunkenly laughs, before throwing up a river on his green jacket and white top. Ethan sighs and helps her walk over to the nearest booth and sits her down.

“Shit...” She says, “I’m such a lightweight. Sorry, I uh...you know.” Her eyes dart to the ground and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you some water.” Ethan walks over to the bar and Reggie gives him a bottle of water, he opens the bottle and passes it to her. Lucky smiles gratefully and drinks it.

“You're a lifesaver...sorry again about your-

“It’s fine, really.”

A hesitant silence falls upon them until Lucky speaks, “I’m not usually like this.”

“I’m really, really, really nervous about tomorrow...”

“What’s tomorrow?” He asks.

“My intern orientation at Edenbook Hospital. Have you heard of it?”

“Yeah, I certainly have. I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about. You're going there for a reason, remember that.”

“...You know exactly what to say. I like that.”

He sits down opposite her, properly able to see her golden freckles in the soft and warm glow of the light.

“I haven’t asked.” He began, “What’s your name?”

She laughs, playfully slapping his knee, “My parents named me something, like, super weird...don’t go laughing okay?”

“You have my word.”

“Lucky. Lucky-Rae to be exact.”

...

The following morning felt like a complete nightmare. Ethan was in the shower and for once, not even lukewarm water could calm him down.

He dreamed about her.

What was wrong with him?

Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined her long red hair tickling his skin as her lips pressed tantalizingly against his flesh, traveling lower and lower...

His eyes darted upwards at the clock and the time was five minutes past six. Ethan didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself and turned the shower head off before getting dressed and making his way to work.

The traffic was even more so annoying than usual.

Cars sped past him and all could hear were the screams of the couple arguing in the car in front and a baby crying in the car behind. Ethan resisted the overwhelming urge to gouge his ears out. Half an hour passed and Ethan was walking in the hallways of Edenbrook, watching the nurses organize patient files.

An hour later the interns arrived and the hospital wasn’t silent anymore. A sudden commotion corrupted, he turns his head and a woman has collapsed and isn’t moving. Without another thought, he rushed over and ushered for space.

Ethan looked around and noticed an intern rushing over, long red hair, dark green eyes...golden freckles. As if this day could get any worse.

[ixchel-sketch]

TITLE: Palehuiloca / Ayudar 

GENRE: Crime & Romance

FANDOM: Mayans M.C.

SHIP(S): Coco & Original Female Character 

STATUS: Complete

LENGTH: 5,291 words

Set while Coco is still a prospect. One of his first orders is to help newly full patched members Angel and Gilly locate a corrupt drug dealer at a local music festival. He never expected to meet Maya.

It was early in the evening when the headlights of bikes cut through the light of the setting sun and three members of the local motorcycle club were waved into the festival without so much as a second glance from security. All manner of people were attending, most of them on their way towards inebriation in some form of another. Johnny “Coco” Cruz looked around at the various stages set up in the large canyon, the sounds of whatever concert was currently playing blasted through the state park. Competing for the attention of the crowds of people weaving their way from one set to another. A couple that looked to be barely out of their teens stumbled by and nearly bumped into Coco had he not been hyper focused on his surroundings.

“Jesus, would you look at this place.” Angel’s dark eyes followed after them, noting the way the couple wove and leaned on each other in support. To the average attendee they seemed to be in the depths of young love, laughing and showering displays of affection no matter how inappropriate. To anyone with experience it was obvious they were high off their asses.

“That’s why we’re here isn’t it? Marcus said that we needed to smoke out some dealer. “ Gilberto “Gilly” Lopez adjusted the thick leather vest that all three of them wore, squinting out at the crowd in observation.

“For selling on Mayan terf?”

Coco finally came back to the conversation, a little bit confused on why they would be put on something that seemed to have nothing to do with the club. As a prospect, there weren't many orders that he was in a position to question. It helped that he and Angel had roomed together right before he'd patched in. He trusted him, which was something he hadn't experienced much before.

"There's been an uptick in overdoses. Someones cutting their shit and it makes the M.C. look bad. Since most assume that's where it's coming from." Now it made sense. It would definitely hurt their business and possibly gain unwanted attention from authorities if the main take away from the music festival was the amount of narcan used.

But how the hell were they supposed to find that needle in this shitshow of a haystack? The longer they stood idly by the entrance the worse that he began to feel about this whole thing. There were only three of them there and too many unknowns. They had no idea how serious this guy was or if they had their own crew. Paranoia leeched some of the stoic strength that usually radiated from Coco. No, crowded and booming festivals were definitely not his thing.

"We should split up," Coco scowled at Gilly's suggestion but all of them nodded in agreement nonetheless. "Cover more ground that way. Look for anyone buying or dealing. "

Maya had been attending music festivals since before she knew how to talk. She’d grown up dressed in tie dye onesies and been lulled to sleep by the sound of amature drum circles. It was a lifestyle that she knew like the back of her hand and the road between each destination felt just as much home as the stops between. All she really needed in order to be happy was the RV that she’d inherited from her father and enough gas and savings to keep making her art in comfort. Not many people seemed to understand her need for near constant travel and freedom, much less stick around.

Today had been different though. Slow, and while the general guests were perfectly content with the food vendors and alcohol sales, not too many had stopped through her booth and made actual purchases. Only in the last hour had there been a wave of people walking around and buying different trinkets and goods that she’d made. The increase in sales usually took up all of her attention. Mental energy split between being conversational and likeable as a vendor and keeping an eye out to make sure no one lifted anything. She supposed that was another reason for not wanting to be tied down --- maintaining a fake sociable mask for longer than a couple hours at a time was down right exhausting. With a heavy sigh Maya got up from her chair and stretched as tall as she could. It wasn’t very tall.

Finally she noticed a man standing with his back to the corner of her booth and steeled herself to once again paste on a fake smile. It wasn’t unusual for a potential customer to spend time just staring at a piece… but with a hint of concern she realized that wasn’t what he was doing. Dark eyes were focused intensely out at the crowd and she tried not to flinch when that gaze was turned on her. “Hey, can I help you?”

“What? No, I’m uh- good thanks.” He didn’t look good, warm brown skin having taken on a slightly pallid complexion. The man looked spooked, bordering on shaken and even though she knew better than to reach out something on Maya’s face must have given away her confusion and he rushed to explain. “It was just really loud, I couldn’t even hear myself think.”

“ You want some water?” Before he could answer the brunette was ducking behind a table to grab a metal thermos that was still chilly from her ice run earlier. He accepted it and she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the way his adam apple moved when he took a drink or the stray bead of water that escaped the corner of Coco’s lips. Maya licked her own subtly and subconsciously before adding, “Yeah, festivals can be a lot. I lucked out this year and my booth got placed opposite of the concert field. Shitty for sales though.”

When he handed her back the thermos her fingers brushed against his, releasing butterflies in her stomach and Maya tried her best to brush it off. Coco seemed to finally notice the different posters and jewelry that decorated the tables and his eyebrows rose, fingers ghosting over the designs pressed into leather bracelets. “All this stuff is yours? You made it?”

She nods, a natural grin spreading across full lips. There were few things that she carried a fair amount of pride about, her art being one of them. “Claro que si, Well, except for the bones, those I get from hunters and collectors. Same for the crystals.”

His hand fell away and Coco nodded. Something about the way that he was looking at the merch had Maya relaxing a bit, casting a glance back towards where people were clearing the man made path that separated the music from the vendors to herd themselves into a new performance. There probably wouldn't be anyone else wandering through her booth for a few hours at least.

“ It’s really tight, the detail in the designs is crazy.”

“Thank you. My name’s Maya.” She expected the blink of confusion that followed.

“Sorry, what?”

“Just call me Maya.” Another nod and from the way that Coco’s shoulders sag just a bit she can tell he’s starting to relax too. Whether it's because of the compliment that he’d given her work or just a sudden craving for more substantial human interaction, Maya made up her mind and opened the canopy flap that led to where her RV was parked behind the booth. “I was planning on taking a little break -- para fumar. You wanna join me?”

Finally a genuine smile touches the other’s eyes as Coco replies “I’m always good for a smoke.”

She led Coco back to the small table pulled under the awning and sat down in a rusted lawn chair, motioning for him to do the same. It creaked under his weight and she couldn’t help but offer a slightly embarrassed smile while retrieving the glass jar from a leather satMaya hanging over her shoulder. The inside of the glass was so coated in crystals and weed dust that it was hard to make out the details of the small buds jostled within. “So is this your first festival in awhile?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Probably my first.”

“No shit?” Maya passed Coco the ornately blown glass piece she’d been gifted some time back. It was surprising to find how easy conversation was to have with him as the two began to talk about their interests. Music was the easiest shared denominator, with Maya’s tastes being basically anything that isn’t outright offensive or problematic. But slowly the two started to talk about more personal stuff as well. They came from vastly different backgrounds but somehow nothing seemed to get lost in translation, the time passed faster than either had realized and before she knew it the light was just starting to fade from the sky. Their shadows stretching out in the grass before them and tinting the campsite in a pretty orange.

“So you like to go it alone?” The conversation had circled back to her and Maya rolled her shoulders in a relaxed shrug.

“I’m still only twenty fuckin’ three. And I’m picky as hell, hanging around musicians all the time you know. I’m not just some fuckin’ groupie.”

Coco held up his hands and hissed as if he’d touched something hot, “I got you, my bad.”

She deflated and ran a hand through messy dark waves. As much as she loved the freedom, sometimes loneliness did creep into her life and forced Maya to examine what she really wanted… but she wouldn’t know how to settle down even if she tried. “No it’s on me. My shit. Sorry, dude.”

He nodded, accepting the apology for her snappy response before his cell phone went off and drew Coco’s attention away from the company. With a sinking feeling he realized he’d missed out on the reason they were originally there. All he could do was hope that Angel or Gilly had found something to take back to El Padrino. “Yeah? I’ll be there.”

Maya waited a moment before speaking up, unable to hide the curiosity in her voice. “Those the guys you’re here with? Tus hermanos?”

Coco stood up and fixed the lawn chair, which had sagged so that the seat of it was brushing the ground. She moved to follow him and he offered her a hand to help Maya to her feet. They stood close for a moment while she regained her balance, so close she could smell him and it caused the hair to rise on the back of her neck and heat to coil in her stomach. Shit. Taking a step back, she brushed off her clothes and tried to meet his eyes when Coco replied; “Yeah , sort of. Better than any family I was born with. Even all that shit they say about brothers in arms in the military ain’t nothin like what the M.C. is.”

Dark brows furrowed and Maya pieced together what he meant, not having much experience with bikers outside of slightly unpleasant gas station exchanges. “So you’re here with guys who are also in your...motorcycle club?”

That seemed to make Coco laugh and shake his head while grabbing a cigarette from the box in his vest pocket. Before he could fumble around for his lighter she managed to fish hers out of her pocket, holding it out to him. “Yeah,” He took a drag and made sure to blow it away from where she stood. “We’re actually here trying to pick up. I don’t know if you use anything harder..”

A deep frown creased her face and she gave Coco a subtle once over, as though potentially seeing him in a different light. “Oh...No I uhm, I don’t. That shit’s gotten kind of dangerous.”

He looks equally relieved and she can’t help but be a bit confused. “Good, I mean, I don’t neither. Not like that.”

Coco’s done his share of hard partying and drugs, been addicted and managed to come to terms with his limits. Something in the way that he holds himself lets Maya know that she can believe him, that he’s not just back peddling in order to save face. She nods and goes to untie the opening of her booth to let people know she’s once again open for business --- and to allow Coco to exit into the main crowd.

“Because I’ve seen some people be taken off the grounds for OD’s...it’s depressing shit.” Mostly it was just people who attended but every once and awhile a musician or vendor would end up getting an ambulance called. It was always sad, especially if it was someone that she’d see at a few different venues and become somewhat friendly with.

“See that’s why we’re trying to find the guy selling this shit... stop it from getting into the community.”

Her expression changed to one of surprise before a full bottom lip slipped between her teeth in mild indecision. She was sick of seeing people taken advantage of in her community, at least Coco’s gang was doing something about it. “...I could help, maybe? Talk to the other vendors and see if they’ve seen anything. Are you guys camping out or are you coming back tomorrow?”

She hoped that they were, handing Coco one of the cards that she kept on display so that he might be able to get in contact with her again. Dark eyes tracked the motion of him slipping it into his pocket, her own hands fumbling awkwardly. Coco’s phone buzzed again and she could tell from his reaction it was probably his guys asking where he was.

“We’ll be back. I’ll hit you up.”

He returned to where their bikes were being looked after with a much lighter heart, both from the conversation and finding a potential lead. Gilly was tempted to stay a bit longer and as much as Coco wanted to agree it was obvious to both him and Angel that had much more to do with the actual festival than the club’s interests. Angel was disappointed in the lack of concrete evidence and it showed in his scowl and furrowed brow.

“Damn man. Everyone’s high but it just seems like a bunch of fuckin hippies.” He grumbled, looking either Coco or Gilly in the hopes that they found something of more use.

“I saw someone get carried out but it could have been heat stroke. No one else around.”

Angel turned to Coco, “ What about you? Any luck?”

In no rush to admit that he’d wasted most of his time blowing off their orders to talk to some chick, he kept his answer clipped. “Yeah...maybe.”

The internal conflict caused him to stiffen when Angel’s hand landed on his shoulder in camaraderie. But the other Mayan only seemed encouraged by Coco’s admission, wrinkling his nose before stepping back to mount his ride. “Shit, you smell like skunk.”

The night went by uneventfully despite Maya’s best attempts to find any of her connections that might have an idea what was going on or who was dealing. None of her artisan contacts had any interest in exploring those kinds of narcotics and had a similar reaction to the one that she had earlier. Only after explaining why she was looking for the illicit substance did their judgement lessen. Eventually, after making sure to put the word out that she was interested in trying something different (as a ruse to lure out the dealer) Maya was forced to give up and go to sleep with the hopes that the next day would bring better luck.

And whether it was her own self manifestation or the will of the gods, after spending most of the next day with her attention split between selling her goods and looking out for any nefarious activity her first lead appeared. Half way through the day someone was taken from the medic tent looking half dead but no one seemed to know much about it. Coco messaged her, checking in to see if she had found anything. All of the texts were very...Friendly. They joked back and forth just as much as talking (if not more) than about what was happening at the festival. By the time she did hear back from one of her contacts -- a time and place to meet the person who was selling smack, Maya was too excited about having a legitimate reason to see Coco again than to think through all of the potential consequences of going to the meet.

With her booth closed up and cellphone slipped into the back of her pocket, Maya headed to the spot in the back of the general campsite. It wasn’t too far from her where she was vending but definitely far enough from the security spots and exits to be inconspicuous. The man waiting for her was tall and spindly, the dark cliche hoodie he wore nearly hung off of him with how loose it was. His greeting smile felt lewd, red rimmed eyes focusing on the naked skin of her legs for far longer than she was comfortable with. A sinking feeling started to build in her gut but Maya decided to ignore it.

“So I heard you were looking to pick up ?”

She froze, a small frown working its way onto her face. Even when she wanted so hard to play it cool.“Well, not me, my friend was interested…”

“And where’s your friend?”

The tone of his voice made the hair rise on the back of her neck and Maya looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. The sound of music playing could be heard even from the distance of the campground and she knew better than to hope there would be anyone loitering there instead of watching a band. “He’s meeting up with me later.”

“Your boyfriend?” The man took a step forward, reaching out to pick up a strand of her long dark hair. At this distance she could make out the details of his pockmarked cheeks and nearly gasped at the memory of his face disappearing into the crowd after the EMT’s had taken away the person hours earlier. Maya’s heart started to race and muscles froze into place with the rise of panic. It was a challenge to take the answering step back, only to find that there was a tent flush behind her back.

“No, just a friend. So can I uhm, can I get the stuff?” Her anxiety to leave was building but Maya didn’t want to take off without at least getting some proof to show Coco that she had found the guy.

“Of course baby, why? You in a hurry?” She watched as his hand made contact with her arm, the other one going to grab her hip almost forcefully to try and drag Maya closer. The grip should have been strong enough to bruise but she couldn’t feel anything beyond the shock. Her dark eyes go wide and it takes a few quick breaths to work past the fear.

“Yeah actually I just need to… can you-- Hey!”

The sun had already set by the time that the Mayans rolled back up to the festival. Coco once again had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach though this time it was for a different reason than being triggered by the crowd. He’d been texting Maya most of the day but in the last hour she had stopped without warning. And when they got to her booth it was closed up and deserted, most of the vendors having shut down by then. Gilly gave a look around before sending Coco a sympathetic shrug. “You sure she was supposed to meet you here bro?”

“It looks pretty empty.” Angel agreed.

“Yeah man this is her spot.” He didn’t like this feeling at all. Like a coil of stress winding tighter and tighter at his core, a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. What he wouldn’t give for it to just be his fucked up mind playing tricks on him again. Just when he was about to finally dismiss it a feminine shout echoed through the space. “ Shit!”

Maya had her eyes pressed tightly closed as the heat of the stranger pressed against her caused sickening chills. Her heart raced so loud that anything that was coming out of his mouth was lost to the rushing noise in her ears. A spell or curse that was caused by paralyzing panic and only when his hand moved from her back to ghost over the curve of Maya’s ass did it break enough for her to scream.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” Her arms came up to push him away, gasping in surprise when at the same time someone grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him back. The motion was too quick, but the line of Coco’s back could be seen as he pinned the dealer to the ground and laid blow after blow to the man’s face. After a few minutes Angel pulled him off, pushing Coco away so that he could catch his breath and pull himself together after unleashing all that rage.

Maya jumped when she realized there was someone standing behind her with their hand on her shoulder, large dark eyes looking up at Gilly and he released her and took a step back to give the shaken woman some space. “You good? “

Her answering nod was a little too quick to be believable but no one called her out on it. “ Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Is this the guy?” Angel nodded towards the bloody heap on man on the ground, still standing between him and Coco though Gilly moved closer to help lift the suspect.

“I don’t know, I know he sells. And he was hanging around someone who OD’d earlier.”

Their expressions went tight and she received a nod, Coco finally walking back over to them and muttering something in Angel’s direction. “ We’ll talk to him.”

While Angel and Gilly dragged the unconscious man back towards their bikes, Maya turned her attention back to Coco, finally noting the way his lips had pulled down into a sour scowl. She had a feeling that a large part of it had to do with her and a knot of guilt formed in her stomach. He started to turn back towards the exit of the festival, about to leave without saying a word and before she realized it Maya was reaching out to gently wrap her hand around his bicep. “ Do you wanna come back to my RV? Get a drink?”

He looked at her hand for a long minute, still not able to meet her eyes even after she let go. “...Okay, sure.”

Neither of them spoke on the way back to where her RV was parked. The tension was nearly palpable and she pulled out a beer from the cooler typically reserved for guests and passed it to Coco. Her eyes lingered on how his fingers were wrapped around the neck of the bottle, knuckles red and bruised from impact. While he opened it she went about unlocking the 1990 Winnebago so that they might be able to talk with some semblance of privacy. The comfort of her mobile home was a soothing balm against all of the excitement and chaos she’d been involved in. Maya deftly opened some cabinets and removed a half finished bottle of tequila and dusty shot glass.

“You know what you did earlier? Was pretty stupid.”

When she looks up from preparing her drink Coco is staring at her intently. “...Excuse me?”

The incredulity in her voice sets him off and Coco pushes away from where he’d been leaning against the narrow counter to loom over her. Now she can tell that she’d seriously misunderstood something earlier as he looks...actually angry. The bottle is forgotten behind him and his chin raises, a defensive posture if she’d ever seen one. “That guy could have pulled a knife, or a gun. Then what?”

She hadn’t thought about if that had happened, but she had a feeling saying that out loud wouldn’t help her case. In an attempt at levity, Maya forced a smirk and tilted her head in faux innocence. “Get shot, I guess?”

It doesn’t help. His brows draw together and his tone raises which causes her to reel back. It only now occurs to her that she doesn’t actually know him that well or what he’s capable of in anger. “What the fuck kind of thinking is that? Eres una pinche idiota?”

Maya’s gaze drops to the floor and her shoulders sag in defeat. She can tell that the reaction is one out of concern for her wellbeing but she doesn’t have a clue on how to fix things. With a heavy sigh she rubs a hand across her face. “I just wanted to help,” Coco continues to look at her, and his expression softens just a bit in acceptance. “ ...You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”

Coco is still standing close enough that if she were to lean forward it wouldn’t take much effort at all to place a kiss on his chin. The thought taunting her almost as much as the way that his voice dips an octave and ridiculously long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. “ Next time just call me, yeah?”

A hopeful smile pulls at full lips and she rocks forward on her heels so that their chests are nearly touching. “Next time?”

“That’s not what I ...shit, I just mean,” His eyes are locked on her lips and the atmosphere of the confined space in the RV has changed with their mood. The air is heavy and she closes the distance between them in an obvious invitation, one of her hands splaying flat on his chest where the patch meets the leather of his vest. Coco’s eyes grow even darker if possible.

“It’s cool. I got you.” There are no expectations as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls Maya into a hungry kiss. It’s not soft or gentle and she matches his pace eagerly. The hand on his chest snakes around to stroke over the hair at the base of his neck and one of his rakes up the tank top she’s wearing in order to cup her breast. His other arm is pulling her closer still, passion completely unleashed and Maya is forced to break away in a gasp of pleasure when Coco’s leg parted hers and pressed the lines of their bodies against one another until she could feel the tent forming against her hip.

In an act of rare dexterity she managed to turn them so that her back is facing the hallway. It’s far too great a sacrifice to pull away from him or the way that Coco is running his hands along her body. He follows her until the back of her knees press against the mattress and helps to lower her down, wet kisses trailing from her mouth to the column of her throat.

His touch lights her nerves on fire and Maya sighs into the kiss, opening her mouth so that he can take advantage and wind his tongue against hers. Once the heavy leather vest is dropped on the corner of the bed she removes her shirt and pulls Coco back down on top of her. His hands roam and grope her torso while the warm weight of his hips pin her down and roll against her. “Que quieres?”

“Don’t st…keep going.” It’s all the encouragement that he seems to need before Coco is slipping her jean shorts and underwear off her legs and placing nips and kisses along Maya’s hips. It’s a quick tease before her returns to place a kiss on her swollen lips. The fabric of his button up shirt rubs against her chest and she manages to slide her hands beneath it and the thin wife beater under that. They're both in too much of a hurry to really focus on removing each other’s clothes entirely. It’s a \victory just to be able to get a few of the small buttons undone as Coco unfastens his belt to slide his pants down his hips.

“Oh...fuck.” The unbidden whine slips from Maya when he presses two fingers inside of her, whispering a compliment into her ear before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. It’s been awhile since she’s been with another person, and when he thrusts his entire length in with one quick motion she can’t help but lock her legs around his waist to hold him in place. Coco senses her tense and takes a couple of deep breaths, panting against her shoulder before placing kisses on her chest.

“Relax, mi cariña.” Coco groaned, gripping her ass and pressing Maya closer. He waited until she moaned and rolled her hips against his before picking up the pace of his movements. Once they find a rhythm it doesn’t take long before Maya is coming undone. She cries out in pleasure and tenses around Coco, arms tightly wound around his neck and face pressed against his shoulder. Just a couple of uneven thrusts later and he’s following close behind, groaning and rolling off of Maya so that he’s facing her on the mattress. They both have to catch their breath and she savors the look of pure relaxation on Coco’s face. The lines of stress fall away and he looks years younger.

Maya wants nothing more than to reach out and brush some of the dark hair off of his forehead, but when she does she’s pinned with that same intense stare from earlier as he flinched away from her hand. The connection that was there between them suddenly feels dulled. Coco rolled onto his back, staring up silently at the roof of the RV.

“So… you said something about next time.” She had a sudden sinking feeling in her gut and joined in the direction of his gaze. It was dark out now and the small amount of daylight had charged the old glow in the dark star stickers so that they set off a subtle glow. The longer she looked, the easier it was to pick them out against the faded roof material and ignore the embarrassed burning of her cheeks.

Coco sat up and fixed himself into his pants. From the angle she was at it was nearly impossible to tell exactly what his expression was. “...Yeah. I’ll give you a call.”

That certainly didn’t sound reassuring.

“Right.” Maya’s tone turned flat and cold, earning a glance from the other before she followed suit and sat up to pull her discarded tank top back over her head. Her shorts had been shoved off of the bed in their earlier activities however her underwear lay crumpled near by and she slipped them on to put off meeting his eyes. “Well, I’m only going to be in the area for another couple of days then I do a show up north. If I hear from you it’s cool but if not...it is what it is.”

The warmth of his palm spreads over her cheek and Coco pulls her up so that he can place a gentle kiss on her lips, far softer than she ever would have expected. “ Hey, querida… I’ll call. I got you.”

A soft smile spreads across her face as he slings his kutte over one arm and she pulls him back for one final kiss, happy to get to know him and already excited for the next time they would see each other.

“Ride safe.”

[citycfangels]

text: raquel ⇄ charlie

Raquel: so I have good news and bad news so which do you want to hear first?

Charlie: i would tell you to tell me the bad ones first so the good ones sound even better, but i'll let you choose

Charlie: is everything okay?

Raquel: Oh, I'm okay. Everything is okay.

Raquel: and I probably should have just said I have news. And I sort of have to give you the good news to explain the bad news.

Raquel: So the good news is that I talked to my agent and he wants me to get more exposure and with a bunch of random events coming up they want me to go to them and schmooze up people and just get my face out there more.

Raquel: bad news: you might just have to put on a monkey suit and come with me to events.

Raquel: I mean if you want to go at all.

Charlie: oh, that sounds really good. it'll do you good, considering that, from what i know about that business, is that you need to get your face out there to succeed.

Charlie: i see a couple of problems with that: 1) i've never worn a suit so i know nothing about suits, 2) i don't own any and 3) i'm not swimming in money to buy one.

Raquel: yeah that's sort of what they said. They said that they feel like they can market me and that they can get more buzz around me if more people know what i look like and if I'm able to do more print and commercial ads which I'm okay with. Just looks like I might have to dip back into my "modeling" contacts and maybe even do more music video like things.

Raquel: 1. I've never worn a suit either so we're in the same boat there but there are people who know about them and I'm sure we won't have a problem trying to find one 2 and 3. Your girlfriend has money. Your girlfriend wants this because there is no one else she wants near her at these events so that's not something you have to worry about.

Charlie: that may be a good idea. the more face exposure and contacts you have, the better.

Charlie: you know how i feel about letting you pay for my things, but if that's what you want, i'll let you pay for the most expensive suit we find. i can't afford one right now so i'll let you buy me one.

Charlie: but i don't have to look like a fucking penguin, right?

Raquel: This could work for the both of us somehow. Maybe this can get you exposure too. Like later on once the bar is open.

Raquel: I know how you feel about it and I don't want to step on your toes but you should know that there shouldn't ever be a time where you need to worry about money. Besides suits are investments. No you don't have to look like a penguin.

Raquel: Besides I think a blue suit would look perfect on you.

Charlie: yeah, that'd be helpful.

Charlie: okay, it seems i haven't gotten used to it already. i will try to not worry about money ever.

Charlie: how are suits investments exactly?

Charlie: thank fucking you bc i don't want to look like a fucking penguin. i mean, i'd look hot with a suit but that's not my style at all.

Charlie: we'll see about it, i have to try them on when we go shopping. no tie or anything like that?

Raquel: and I promise that I'm never going to like shove money in your face and it's not like I'm suddenly becoming your sugar mama or something.

Raquel: Suits are an investment because they're a gentleman's armor. And yes I did take that from a movie but they're an investment because you can use them more than once AND they just make any guy look really sexy. They're sort of a necessity now.

Raquel: I'm only saying no tie because then I'll just keep thinking about how much better it would look around my wrists tying me to the headboard. or about how you can use it as a blindfold.

Raquel: and it would just distract me throughout the night. I'd just keep pulling you in for a kiss with it so really i'm just saving you the trouble.

Charlie: if you say so, then i'll take your word and i'll keep a couple of suits on my wardrobe, just in case i need them. plus, we both agree i'd be hot as fuck in a suit.

Charlie: i shouldn't be surprised that you're having such kinky thoughts because a simple tie would distract you all the time.

Charlie: i wouldn't mind you pulling me in with it and kissing me, but i guess we have to keep the pda to a minimum, right?

Raquel: I do say so and it'll just be good for you to have. There might be a lot more events later on once my career does pick up and there's no one else I want by my side. I think you look hot in everything and nothing so i'm pretty biased.

Raquel: what can i say? I've had someone corrupt me and it's not like I'm going back now.

Raquel: I can always use the ends of your jacket for that. I don't think we'll have to keep too much of it down. They haven't said anything about marketing and sex appeal and all the typical stuff so it's not like they want me to seem single.

Raquel: I don't think I could do that anyway. Denying that I'm with you would be denying my happiness and denying how important you are to me and I'm not going to do that.

Raquel: Ever.

Charlie: we'll, i'll keep a couple of them then, mostly because i'd look hot in them. you're not so bad yourself, with and without clothes

Charlie: mmm, i wonder who corrupted you. now i'm tempted to buy some and see what can we do with them

Charlie: babe, if you ever have to make it look like you're single for a while if that makes you look better in hollywood's eyes, you know i'd support you because i want you to succeed and make it.

Charlie: it wouldn't be the ideal and i wouldn't be happy about it either but

Charlie: let's hope we don't have to do that

Raquel: well with the whole clothes thing you should expect a lot more dresses. I know sometimes we just get dresses and suits on loan so that will hopefully keep our closet from exploding.

Raquel: I wonder who did. He must be a really cheeky and incredibly handsome person. Tempted to just buy ties so that you can use them on me? I might like that. A lot.

Raquel: No.

Raquel: I don't want to be the type of actress that is marketed like that. I am with you and I don't need to deny that not when I know how talented I am and how hard I have worked. I can have sex appeal and that attraction and still tell people that there is someone important in my life. I don't want you to become like one of those hollywood partners that gets bothered because of my job but you aren't just going to be someone they can erase. I won't let that happen.

Charlie: our closets. we don't share one, babe

Charlie: yes. i might do a research on what to do with ties in the bedroom department

Charlie: how the fuck did i get so lucky to be dating you?

Raquel: right. We don't.

Raquel: only if I get to tie you up too.

Raquel: I don't think you're that lucky. Maybe I just think you deserve more than you think you do.

Charlie: i don't see why not.

Charlie: sometimes i think i don't deserve you, or at least i didn't deserve you a while ago. still, i think i'm lucky

Raquel: you don't see why we don't share a closet now???? Because we both have our own places which is us respecting each other's spaces and knowing that sometimes we might want to be alone and because my stuff would totally cross over to your side so it's really all just for the sake of my clothes that we don't.

Raquel: Wait you meant don't see why I wouldn't be able to tie you up with a tie. Right.

Raquel: well that just means I get to ride you. Take control. That you can't even smack my ass or hold onto me like I know you love to. It means you just have to lie there and let me take care of you until you cum inside me.

Raquel: baby you deserve the world.

Charlie: ... you okay?

Charlie: damn, i love touching your ass while you ride me, but the idea of you on top of me while i do nothing... fuck. now we're getting ties for sure

Charlie: so do you, babe. but that's how i feel, sometimes i think of who i was in the past and i surely didn't deserve you then.

Charlie: that means i did something well

Raquel: so that's all it took? The thought of me riding you to be convinced? Maybe I should just find things to tie you with and have my way with you tonight.

Raquel: who you were in the past wasn't some awful person. You just weren't sure of what you wanted and that's fine. And even if you think you didn't deserve me then you still had me. You always did.

Raquel: you're not the only one who did something right. You are so much more than I could have dreamed of. Someone who loves me as much as you do makes me the luckiest person in the world.

Charlie: i was already convinced when i imagined your wrists tied together and me fucking you hard, but that is also a very convincing argument

Charlie: let's see what you have, i'm sure you'll find something

Charlie: i wasn't a bad person, but i was pretty much a fuckboy who got around a lot and i'm sure that you didn't want a fuckboy around you

Charlie: when did we become so cheesy?

Raquel: add a blindfold to that and I'm totally in.

Raquel: either I find something or looks like I'll have to run into some department store and get what I want.

Raquel: you did sleep around a lot and maybe I didn't like that and it's why I tried fighting off how much I liked you but we would have still been friends and I would have had you around then.

Raquel: you'll always been this cheesy so I don't know what you're talking about lol.

Charlie: i'm thinking of something we could do and i really want to do it

Charlie: you're a resourceful woman, but i hope you read something about bondage, what to use and what not

Charlie: i guess you're right.

Charlie: i'm pretty sure i wasn't cheesy before dating you and you were already cheesy back then

Raquel: well you can't just tell me you want to try something and then not tell me. Spill.

Raquel: don't worry. I won't try anything crazy and I definitely would never hurt you.

Raquel: i just think I'm glad that we didn't just stay friends.

Raquel: lies. i don't accept that.

Charlie: i'm thinking of getting you naked, blindfold you and then have my fun with an ice cube. i think you'll even thank me for it

Charlie: that's good to know, thank you for not hurting me while we do kinky shit in the future

Charlie: me too. things wouldn't be as great as they are for us now

Charlie: you're the lying one, i wasn't cheesy. i had a way with words to flirt with girls but i wasn't cheesy

Raquel: don't I always thank you? Or at least reciporicate.

Raquel: well I doubt we need to go as far as you know making a safe word or something but I think I know when I'm pleasing my man.

Raquel: so you'd go through it all over again? The ups and the downs? Everything?

Raquel: you can be a flirt and still be cheesy, but maybe you're right we have gotten overly affectionate. Maybe we're just in our "honeymoon" phase.

Charlie: you do in the best way possible and i fucking love it

Charlie: yeah, it's not like we're doing hardcore BDSM and i'd tell you if it was too much anyways, but yeah.

Charlie: well, we've been through too much and there's a long way ahead of us, but yeah, i would.

Charlie: see? i told you i wasn't cheesy before you. you made me a bit cheesy

Raquel: now I'm curious to know which it "the best way possible"

Raquel: yeah we just have a really healthy and active sex life. We're just like light bdsm. I just trust you enough to tie me up and fuck me until you cum inside me.

Raquel: long way ahead of us? Are you planning hurdles for us?

Raquel: you're the nacho chip underneath the really cheesy nacho. You got second hand cheese.

Charlie: with more sex, of course

Charlie: a very active sex life, i may add.

Charlie: no, i meant that if we're dating, something has to happen, right? especially if this is meant to be a long-term relationship

Charlie: okay, we went from being cheesy to talk about nachos in a minute, wtf

Raquel: of course how could I have thought it could be anything else.

Raquel: well we're both young and consenting and incredibly hot. I don't think anyone would be surprised to know just how healthy our sex life is.

Raquel: I guess, but I think things are pretty great right now and that maybe we shouldn't rock the boat for a bit with any progression. This is meant to be long term. There's no giving up on this.

Raquel: I like to keep you on your toes baby, and we said I was the nacho cheesy one before so really this should come to no surprise.

Charlie: neighbors are more than aware of that. they probably hate how loud we are but i don't care

Charlie: yeah, we're in a good place and hopefully things will stay like that for a while.

Charlie: i'm not surprised and i'm hungry now. i want nachos

Raquel: well good because it's not like I'm your neighbor's biggest fan either.

Raquel: I just have to keep telling myself to.not screw it up

Raquel: do you want me to pick some up on my way home?

Charlie: i know, and as the person who lives at the other side of the wall, she fucking knows how loud we are

Charlie: hopefully none of us will. i don't want to screw it up either

Charlie: Mexican?

Raquel: I don't even want to talk about her. It's like saying beetlejuice. If I mention her again chances are I'll run into her later today.

Raquel: can we just promise that we won't walk on eggshells around each other? Besides, your track record in this relationship isn't as bad as mine so odds aren't in my favor.

Raquel: well I definitely don't just want chips with cheese and I went to the gym so I am just going to have some of yours.

Charlie: okay, let's not talk about her. but i doubt you run into her because you mentioned her, babe

Charlie: maybe, but that doesn't mean i could still screw it, who knows? but yeah, i can promise that

Charlie: and will i have to watch you not eat properly and get all the energy for possible fun afterwards? not in my house.

Raquel: well it's either because I mention her or because life is teaching me patience and tolerance the hard way.

Raquel: There aren't too many things that can really make you mess up so bad for me not to forgive you.

Raquel: I will have energy. You can't just make up rules now.

Charlie: well, if it happens remember i'm dating you and try to not punch her

Charlie: yeah, but still. let's hope i don't do any of them

Charlie: my house, my rules. no kale for dinner. please?

Raquel: violence doesnt solve anything. I don't even think I know how to punch someone.

Raquel: I'd like to think you have self-control and know that any of the things I'm thinking of would hurt me and us more than anything.

Raquel: I need to see a copy of these rules before I agree to the terms and conditions. NOT ALL OF MY SALADS ARE KALE.

Charlie: i didn't peg you as someone who could punch someone anyways.

Charlie: i have. i like to think i can control myself

Charlie: do you want me to write them so you can see and then sign them?

Charlie: okay, bring your salad but you're eating mex with me.

Raquel: You make me sound like a chihuahua that's all bark and no bite and even then my bark must not be that scary

Raquel: yep I want to see them and I won't just click a box like I do on every other terms and conditions thing.

Raquel: just a few chips but not a bunch. I'm not losing all the work I put in at the gym.

Charlie: you're prettier than a chihuahua, babe

Charlie: we can redact them together later and make copies.

Charlie: that's enough for me. i just really want you to eat something that isn't green for once and look happy while eating it

Raquel: well I hope I am. Otherwise I really wouldn't know what you're doing with me.

Raquel: shouldn't you be doing that on your own? It is your apartment.

Raquel: I never said I don't like my salads. But I think you worrying about my eating habits is cute.

Charlie: i would be with you if you were like a chihuahua, but it doesn't hurt that you're prettier and hotter than one

Charlie: we can always make a contract on foods whenever we're at the other's place... sort of.

Charlie: i don't want you to think you need to control what you eat around me. i don't think it'll do you harm either if it's not in excess.

Raquel: chihuahuas are annoying on top of not being cute. Whatever Paris hilton sees in them I don't. Also that was a little cheesy. you pretty much just admitted that you'd be with me no matter what I looked like.

Raquel: sort of?

Raquel: Babe, I don't think that. I just have liked how my body has changed and I never thought that I need to control my eating habits around you or anyone. Is that what you think Nathan did???

Charlie: that was what i was trying to say. you're welcome

Charlie: a sort of contract, i mean

Charlie: i wasn't thinking about your ex at all until now

Raquel: well that doesn't go the same for you. I am vain like that.

Raquel: I'm kidding. I don't think there's any way I could not be with you.

Raquel: okay we can do that.

Raquel: okay.

Charlie: awww, that's cheesy too.

Charlie: let's say you can't bring here anything that includes kale and then i can't eat something at your place, for example.

Charlie: okay what? he wasn't doing that, right?

Raquel: still don't regret it.

Raquel: so you'r just going to outright ban my kale? What if I just get a smoothie and it happens to have kale in it?

Raquel: No. Do you think I would be with someone like that? Nathan was a good guy.

Charlie: i know you don't

Charlie: in that case you can, since it's in a drink

Charlie: no, i don't think so. if someone made you do that they're idiots

Raquel: okay so what are my kale's requirements? It seems like you have a deep rooted vendetta against it.

Raquel: I wouldn't just do something just because the person I was dating asked me to.

Charlie: not a vendetta, but i don't really like it. we'll talk about it while redacting this

Charlie: good, because i would punch that person if they made you do that. i don't really want you to do or stop doing something just because someone tells you to do it

Raquel: still sounds like a vendetta. What did my kale ever do to you?

Raquel: you'd punch that person? And that wouldn't solve much. Punching someone is never the answer.

Charlie: i don't know, but i don't like it.

Charlie: i mean, i could but i wouldn't really do it, i would... just think about punching them.

Raquel: okay I won't have you eat anything you don't want to but I just think it's funny how you're against the one thing I eat a lot of now.

Raquel: my big strong man. I think it's cute when you get a bit protective.

Charlie: now i feel bad for banning kale at my place

Charlie: well, i know my girl can take care of herself, but i can't help it, babe

Raquel: well don't feel too bad. I won't miss it that much.

Raquel: as sexy as it is that you want to protect me, you're right that I can protect myself even if I don't know how to throw a punch. Besides I would never want to put you in a situation where you could ever get hurt.

Charlie: right now, i'm trying to imagine how would it be if you knew how to throw a punch

Charlie: awwww, babe.

Charlie: what if we took boxing lessons together? just to teach you how to throw a punch

Raquel: Boxing lessons????

Raquel: I don't know. I just wouldn't know why I would need to throw a punch.

Raquel: but are you sure you can keep up with me in the gym in general? And don't give me the whole I work out too thing because I think i still work out more than you do.

Charlie: i don't know, i think it's always good to know how to throw one, just in case

Charlie: babe, please. of course i can keep up with you, and i think i work out as much as you do, only that i don't do it at a gym.

Raquel: just in case Im attacked or something??? I'm always in well lit areas, I hardly travel alone at night, I have a boyfriend with the muscles of a greek statue, and I like to think I don't need to prepare for something I doubt is going to happen to me.

Raquel: that's a whole lot of talk, I want to see action.

Charlie: okay okay. i wouldn't go to the greek statue level, but i'm flattered you think that

Charlie: is that a yes to boxing lessons or are you just challenging me?

Raquel: I said what I said. I'm not taking it back.

Raquel: oh I am totally challenging you and maybe to boxing lessons.

Charlie: oh no, don't take it back. i like your confidence and i liked what you said about me, so don't do it

Charlie: bring it on, babe. let's see who can keep up with who.

Raquel: well good because I wasn't going to

Raquel: challenge accepted. Let's see if I can test your endurance even more than I already do.

Charlie: i have stamina, so it'll be easy. i can last, and i'm not only talking about sex

Raquel: Of course you aren't. I don't doubt you in the bedroom but in the gym is where I'm going to have you beat.

Charlie: oh really? do you want to make things more interesting?

Raquel: yes really. Let's make things interesting then. What are you willing to wager?

Charlie: except money and my apartment, i'm willing to bet anything, included anything sex related

Raquel: I don't want your money or your apartment. I have my own thank you. Okay if I win you have to take me out on the cheesiest and slightly romantic date that could end in sex if you're lucky. And if you win which is highly unlikely you can get whatever you want.

Charlie: the cheesiest date ever. fuck, that's tough for me.

Charlie: whatever i want? does that include trying out a new sex position?

Charlie: i'll do my best to not lose the bet then

Raquel: you can always try a new position. You're not making for a very interesting wager. You're so going to lose.

Charlie: i could always come up with something more interesting, like

Charlie: eat a whole pizza with me or something. i'll probably come up with something better once you lose.

Raquel: ULTERIOR MOTIVE TO MAKE ME GAIN WEIGHT. THIS IS SABOTAGE.

Charlie: I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING NON-SEX OR FOOD RELATED

Charlie: just because i love you and i don't want to be that mean

Raquel: OKAY.

Raquel: I love you too.

Charlie: okay, bring your cute ass over here and bring mexican for dinner.

Charlie: i love you

Raquel: so demanding. I'll be right there. 😘😘😘😘