#With even more heart metling

[rosapexa]

Yesterday i made the "A like supreme" quest in Cyberpunk.

Tbh it's been so so long since i made this quest, that i didn't remember most of it.

So excuse me now, cause i am so melting after the little conversation between Johnny and Lexa (V) after the concert in the Red Dirt.

Johnny was a little grumpy and he kinda said, he regretted that Lexa agreed to that whole thing and when she asked him, that she thought it was important to him he said this:

Excuse the very awful screenshots, but i just quickly pressed "print" at that moment.

And yes i now interpret everything and anything in especially the first sentence and my heart is so full of joy and rainbows and shit ❤😂

Also that Johnny was kinda pissed, that Kerry wasn't more thankful towards Lexa (Lexa not himself)? I think he cares deeply about her at this point and is kinda protective about her as well.

There are some interactions between Lexa and Johnny which make me so so happy and this is now definitely one of them.

[darkkitty1208]

hehe hello :3

ahem. *shuffles cards* uh.. right. *taps the mic* mic check- *feedback* uhm.. okay.. mics not gonna work.. let me just- *hooks finger onto shirt collar* is it hot in here? *laughs nervously* this is going fine. *adjusts microphone settings* whoo! okay. i propose..... stephen being in a battle when a loud sort of siren/screech/whatever goes off causing him to be temporarily deaf and horribly light headed from the mind-killing sound, he cant even hear tony trying to reach out to him before the enemies eventually get to him in his state and tony POPS RIGHT IN TO SAVE HIM!!! not your thing?? NO PROBLEM!!!! ive got more. and by more i mean another.

maybe just some more touch-starved stephen? or could i make this better?? maybe he could really dislike/not be comfortable with touches UNTIL HE WARMS UP TO IT!!!!! AND TONYS HEART METLS FROM THE WONDERFUL SIGHT!??!?! BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT, BRILLIA- *coughs* sorR- *coughs violently*

*chugs a waterbottle* *clears throat* sorry bout that.

im malfunctioning from the brainrot i js love stephen sm<3 tell me if i need to send more prompts.... i have some... just in case.. (:

Suuuper sorry it took me so long to get back to you 😅 I made fics for both premises, though, I hope that compensates for it! Also bcs you made me laugh, haha XD

Thank you for the prompts! Feel free to send more if you wish :D

[sanjismywhore]

Thinking about you

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings:18+, Masturbation, Caught, Gender neutral

Carlos misses you very much.

—————————————————————————

The bed creaked softly as his weight shifted on the matress.

His hands were gently teasing his own body, feeling his rippling muscles as he caressed them. Lightly, he ran his hand over his chest—then down his abdomen and making his way down towards his navel.

Running his teeth over his bottom lip, he couldn’t help but let out a deep groan once his hand slid down far enough to cup his crotch.

“Mm…” Carlos grunted, stroking his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants.

His breath hitched in the back of his throat, brows furrowing as he glared down at his own throbbing erection.

“I don’t know how you do this to me...” He muttered, half-chuckling under his breath as he continued to touch himself in a desperate attempt to releive the tension in his nether region.

He wanted to feel it; feel you. He wanted to feel that sensation you gave him just by being around him. How you’d make his heart rate quicken, body heating up feverishly when he felt your touch. How warm and heavy you felt impaled on his cock when you’d make love.

His mind flashed back to the last time you bodies had been close together; your skin pressing hot against his as you kissed him deeply. Your lips moving along to every moan that left his mouth.

“Fuck, (name).” Carlos groaned lowly again, eyes shutting and letting his head fall forwards as his hips rolled against his hand.

His cock was already rock hard when he thought about you; imagining you on top of him—your lips kissing his body as you worshipped him, his name flowing languidly off your tongue as you took him fast, deep, and hard.

He relished in his imagination as his mind conjured images of the two of you fucking like animals in heat.

He groaned again. Pausing his motions and sitting up fully, Carlos pulled his pants down to his thighs, freeing his straining cock.

Visibly throbbing, Carlos huffed a sigh of relief. He ran his thumb across the head of his cock, watching as his pre leaked from the end of it.

He cursed again quietly, using the rest of his hand to grip his shaft.

Propping himself up on his elbows, his knees parted and bent slightly as he started with slow, long strokes. His thumb circling around his slit, working the head of his cock as he watched his precum lubricate his cock.

Carlos moaned quietly, the sound almost lost within the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He could feel the tension building inside of him as he continued to stroke his throbbing cock. He reached back to grab onto one of his pillows, lifting his hips so that they thrusted upwards in the opposite direction of his hand.

He didn’t bother to repress his pleasured expressions; eyes just barely squinted as he watched the movements of his hand.

His brows furrowed even more, lips parting to let his moans fall loosely from his throat.

He practically panted as he tipped his head back a bit. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing thickly just before groaning again.

“Oh fuck…” Carlos gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and pumping his cock faster now. He could feel sweat gathering on his forehead as his movements picked up speed.

His hands moved in a twisting motion, firmly stroking up and down his throbbing length in quicker motions. He huffed in response to feeling it pulse in his grasp; adding to his pleasure.

As his moans grew louder and more heated, his desire to cum grew more eager and desperate.

Every part of him was burning and ached for his release.

Clutching the pillow harder, he lifted his hips off of the bed; fucking into his hand. The friction between his fingers was enough to bring a loud, guttural whine from his throat as his eyes slightly rolled back behind his eyelids.

“(Name)—“ Panting and moaning loudly, his body shuddered as he grew closer to release.

The air seemed to grow thicker, making it harder to breath as he metled into the bed thanks to his own rapture. He was consumed in himself.

The pleasure welting from Carlos’ cock caused his stomach to tighten, back arching as he continued to buck his hips against his hand. His body felt hot like he had a fever. It made his mind grow foggy, barely having the ability to think straight.

When his legs began to shake, he was unable to hold his hips still for much longer.

The muscles in his arms were beginning to ache as he pumped his shaft with vigor. Bringing all his thoughts of you to the front of his mind, he focused entirely on his orgasm.

The tight feeling in his stomach made his entire body stiffen until he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

He cried out loudly, hips bucking faster. “(Name)! Shit—Fuck—!”

He came hard. Pounding continuously into his fist, cum squirted from his cock like a fountain. All his pent up energy had been finally released as a shockwave of bliss overcame him.

With an exclamation of breathless curses, Carlos collapsed back onto his bed with another loud cry.

His body stilled as his breath hitched, reletnlessly stroking himself as he rode out the rest of his climax.

Dropping his head back onto the pillow as his hips shook with the force of his orgasm. He lay there, panting and sweating as he caught his breath.

Wearily cracking his eyes back open, he stared up blankly at the ceiling. His chest heaved up and down as he laid there on his bed breathless from what he had just done.

His mind was racing with too many thoughts to process. His body felt almost numb, along with an occasional tingling sensation that sprawled from his chest down to his fingertips.

It wasn’t until his vision finally unblurred that he sat himself back up, running a hand through his hair.

And suddenly there you were.

Standing in the corner of the room, just right beside the bed, was you; staring at him with a smug, yet flustered expression. You didn’t say anything to Carlos, only looking him up and down and stepping closer to the bed.

“That was quite the show you put on there.” You smirked, giving him a glare full of hunger.

Carlos could only stare back at you in awe; his mouth hanging open fittingly enough, “When did you…?” He paused, feeling his thighs tremble slightly before he realized his cock was growing stiff again.

His cheeks were flushed as his brain tried to process everything was happening.

Your smirk only grew wider as you watched his cock twitch, silently begging for you. You knew that Carlos was definitely aroused. And judging from your own state of intrest, he assumed you was also very much turned on.

You walked further towards the bed, climbing onto it and crawling between his legs.

You leaned forward a bit, reaching up to lightly run your finger down the length of his cock. A deep groan escaped Carlos’ lips as he tilted his head forwards, eyes narrowing.

Satisfied with his reaction, you simply cooed seductively. “Let’s finish what you started.”

[leossmoonn]

chemistry part fourteen

part thirteen | part fifteen | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh, azula, appa, and mai

warnings - language, angsty, mentions of sex

“what if they don’t like me?” you asked nervously.

“they, will. azula’s opinion doesn’t matter, and my uncle loves you,” zuko said.

“alright,” you smiled. “i’m ready.”

zuko leaned over and kissed your cheek. “you’ll be great.”

you smiled and stepped out of his car, wrapping your coat around you. zuko and you walked up to his house, holding hands. you had the cupcakes you made in the other hand, and zuko had the gifts you two bought in his other hand. the door opened quickly, revealing iroh.

“hello! come in, come in,” iroh smiled.

“hi, iroh,” you smiled.

“hello, y/n. it is so nice to see you again. i was wondering when my nephew would finally ask you out,” iroh said.

zuko rolled his eyes. “well, i did it.”

“yes, and we’re all happy. hm, you brought cupcakes! you can put those on the kitchen table,” iroh said.

you nodded and left zuko’s side for a moment, going into the kitchen and seeing a few more of zuko’s family members.

“you must be y/n. i’m azula, zuko’s sister.” a pretty, young woman came up to you. she looked so much like zuko; basically a female version.

“hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled and held your hand out. azula shook it, giving you a welcoming smile.

you felt a hand snake around your waist and looked to see zuko standing behind you. you smiled at him, metling into his embrace.

“zuko, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so pretty,” azula complimented.

“thank you,” you smiled.

“he could do better,” a mono-toned voice said. it belonged to a girl- zuko’s age. she had black hair, a red dress on, and a cold glare that she directed towards you.

“mai, don’t be so rude,” azula frowned.

“and don’t be so nice, zul,” mai said.

“oh, you’re mai?” you said, your mood dimming a little. “it’s, um, nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” mai gave you a strained smile. she then looked to zuko.

you stiffened as you saw the look she gave him. zuko noticed your reaction and pulled you closer, interlocking hands.

“want to get a drink with me, zuzu?” mai asked.

“nope, i’m good. i’d rather get a drink with y/n,” zuko said.

“ugh, fine. you’ll regret saying no,” mai grimaced, walking away.

“sorry about her, she’s still in love with zuko. if you ask me, you two are cuter together,” azula said.

“thank you,” you smiled gratefully at her.

“yeah, thanks, azula. y/n, wanna go get those drinks?” zuko asked.

“yeah, sure,” you nodded.

you two moved passed azula, exchanging goodbyes. 

“so, when did you and mai date?” you asked, grabbing yourself a diet coke. 

“in high school. i dated her from sophomore year to half my junior year. so it was about a year and a half relationship,” he explained honestly. 

“wow. that’s a long time,” you chuckled.

zuko sensed your anxiety and put his hand on your’s to reassure you. “yeah, but it’s all in the past now. i’m very over it. and plus, i’m with you now.” you smiled at him. “yeah, i know. thank you. have you had other relationships in the past before?”

“yeah, a few. another long-term, a couple short-term. i haven’t been on a date since sophomore year of college, to be honest with you,” zuko said bashfully. 

“well, i’ve never had a boyfriend before. well, not an offical one anyways, so i wouldn’t worry,” you smiled

“you not having a boyfriend? i can’t imagine that,” zuko teased. 

you blushed and shrugged, “no guys interested me. especially not in high school. all of them are so immature and gross.”

“understandable. i came from a strict family, so i wasn’t too bad,” zuko said. 

“that’s not what sokka said,” you grinned. 

zuko rolled his eyes. “alright, well, sokka is different. he's all goofy and may have coerced me into pranks, but i was a good kid and student.”

“true. i mean, you are my tutor after all,” you laughed. 

“right. right. speaking of tutoring, do you still want to continue?” zuko asked. 

“yes! but instead of calling it ‘tutoring’ we can just hang out and you can help me with homework,” you suggested. 

“sounds good,” zuko nodded, taking a sip of his beer. 

“hey, did you want to play with the vr?” he asked. 

“yes!” you exclaimed. 

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “alright, wanna go in the basement or my room to play?”

“oh, um, wherever,” you shrugged. the thought of you in your boyfriend’s room made you nervous, but filled your stomach with butterflies.

“we can go in the basement,” zuko said. 

you nodded. “wait, i want to see your room though.” you knew you didn’t have to go in there and be alone for a long period of time yet, but you at least wanted to see what it looked like.

zuko nodded and took your hand, leading you through the small crowd of people. you went up to stairs and walked to the bedroom that was down the hall. 

“i’m going to the bathroom real quick, feel free to look around and stuff,” zuko smiled. 

you nodded, watching his retreating figure. you opened his door hesitantly, your nostrils immediately filling with the sweet smell of cinnamon. your eyes immediately went to the bed that sat across from the door and in the middle of the room. his sheets were black with red lines down the middle. his pillows were both black and red, alternating in a pattern. he also had a few stuffed animals laid out on his bed. one of a red dragon, turtle-duck, and a polar bear-dog. he had two, dark-brown coloured nightstands on each side of his bed. on the left one, which was closest to you, was a lamp, a few gum packets, and a few books for school. the right one had a picture frame of him and his mother, him and his sister, one of him and just his mom, and another of him and iroh. across from the right nightstand on the wall, was a black bookshelf. it had 5 shelves with three and a half filled with all sorts of books. 

avid reader, i see, you thought. 

all around his room he had posters and pictures. the posters were of his favorite bands: AC/DC, greenday, rolling stones, queen, and nirvana. he had some jazz singers, too. like louis armstrong, billie holiday, frank sinatra, and nat king cole.

good music taste, too.

across from the foot of the bed was his desk that had a bunch of papers on there, a clock, and a pencil holder. he had standing lamp next to his desk, too. 

“his bed is so comfortable.”

your body stiffened once you heard mai’s dark, monotoned voice. you didn’t look at her, you just kept your eyes trained on his stuffed animals. 

“oh, really? how would you know?” you challenged. 

“because we’ve had sex there. he’s really good at it, too,” mai said. you could hear the smirk in her voice. 

of course that’s the reason why.

“and the jazz music he would play while we cuddled after a few rounds. ugh, so magical. you won't believe the things he can do with that body of his,” mai said. 

“oh,” you said, your voice breaking. 

mai put her hand on your shoulder, leaning to whisper in your ear. “he's mine, y/n. always have and always will be. he’ll be done with you soon and come running back to me. he always does.”

tears sprung in your eyes and a few ran down your cheeks. you didn’t say anything else, knowing that if you opened your mouth, the only sound that would come out was a sob. 

“have fun. ta-ta!” mai said and took her hand off of you. you heard her footsteps walk away, going down the stairs. 

you let out a shaky breath, taking out your phone to text katara to take you home. she responded quickly, thankfully, and told you she’d be there in 10. 

zuko existed the bathroom, smiling once he saw you in the doorway of his room. 

“hey, how do you like the room?” zuko asked. 

you took in a deep breath, wiping away your tears harshly. “it’s cool. i really like the posters and the stuffed animals.”

zuko noticed your discomfort. “what’s wrong?” he went in front of you, his heart breaking once he saw that you were crying. “hey, hey, why’re you crying?”

you averted his gaze, shrugging. “nothing, i’m just tired. you mind if i have katara pick me up?”

zuko narrowed his eyes at you. “al-alright. but… why?”

“i just… i got a text from my mom. it's an emergency. i have to go,” you lied.

zuko looked at your face, knowing you were lying. he knew he wouldn't get the truth out of you now, though. so he decided to let you go, let you calm down, then ask you about it in the next few hours. 

“yeah, sure. i’m sorry you have to leave,” zuko said, reaching out for your hand gently. 

you let him, his touch calming you. “yeah, me, too. walk me out?”

zuko smiled softly, “yeah, sure,”

you two walked down the stairs in silence. you put on your coat, reaching for the doorknob. 

“i had fun, thank iroh for inviting me,” you said.

“of course. text me when you get home, okay?” zuko asked. 

“will do,” you nodded and exited the house. zuko watched you walk away, sighing. 

he looked to his left, catching the eye of mai. she had a malicious smirk on her face, not trying to even hide it. zuko glared at her, putting the pieces together of why you left. 

fuck you, mai, he thought.

you got into the car, seeing katara with worried eyes. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

as soon as you sat down was when the tears starting coming out in hot streaks. 

“m-mai,” you sobbed. 

katara narrowed her eyes, “that bitch. what did she say?”

“she was talking about how good zuko was at sex. how wonderful their sex was. it was horrible. she also mentioned that he goes back to her all the time. is that true?” you asked.

katara’s eyes widened. “i… why don’t we go back home and get you calmed down first, alright? we have cookies and whiskey.”

you nodded, wiping your eyes. katara drove you home, keeping her hand on your’s for comfort. 

note - hope you guys read and enjoy this as new parts are added! if you wanna be on the taglist, message me and/or reply to this post :))

taglist - @sorrythatspussynal @theblueslytherin @charlenasaxen@akiris @the-paintedlady @thatarthistorynerd @freckled-and-daydreaming @fi-chanwrites

[stellarstacey]

Buck was just getting ready to leave for a run. He made sure he had his keys, phone and wallet before heading to the door. He was just about to open it when it slammed open hitting smack dab in the face.

"Holy mother of fuck!" Buck yelped and grasped his nose.

"Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm so sorry, man." Eddie cried out as he dropped his bag to the floor to grab ahold of Buck's forearms. 

"S'okay." Buck gritted out through the pain. 

"No, it's not okay." Eddie winced as he pulled Buck up the stairs to the bathroom. 

Eddie forced Buck down onto the toilet seat.

"Let me see?" Eddie whispered as he crouched down in front of Buck.

Buck pulled his hand away and Eddie cursed in Spanish.

"I'm so fucking sorry." Eddie muttered as he grabbed a face cloth and ran in under hot water.

Buck rolled his eyes. "It was an accident, Eddie."

Eddie frowned and crouched back down to gently clean the blood off from Buck's nose.

"I should've knocked." Eddie whispered as he took in the damage. 

"I gave you a key so you don't have to knock." Buck stated firmly and Eddie frowned.

"I could have killed you." Eddie choked out and Buck scoffed.

"Dramatic much?" Buck shook his head.

Eddie bit his lip. "If you were still on your blood thinners…" Eddie started and Buck sighed.

"Eddie, I'm fine. It was an accident. Stop beating yourself up about it." Buck scolded lightly and Eddie took out his phone.

Buck blinked as Eddie put the flashlight on and put his phone up to Buck's eye. 

"I don't have a concussion." Buck muttered but Eddie kept checking anyways. 

"I'm so sorry." Eddie whimpered and Buck could see he was tearing up.

"Eddie, man. I'm okay." Buck brought a hand to Eddie's shoulder and rubbed it.

"You're gonna bruise." Eddie sighed and Buck shrugged. 

"Eddie, stop." Buck commanded softly. 

Eddie just traced a finger over the damaged as Buck and him stood up. Buck tried not to shiver at the sensation. Eddie took a step closer and Buck's breath caught as Eddie place a soft kiss right on his cupid's bow. 

"I hate that I hurt you." Eddie whispered and Buck leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"Shhhhh…" Buck soothed as he kissed Eddie's jaw.

Buck felt Eddie relax slightly. "Don't wanna cause you pain." Eddie mumbled as he brought a hand to Buck's hip.

"I like a little pain sometimes." Buck breathed next to Eddie's ear.

Buck didn't feel the pain anymore, all he felt was the electric charge in the air. Eddie gripped his hip a bit tighter. Buck sighed contently as Eddie kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Eddie?" Buck pulled him closer.

Eddie kissed the side of Buck's nose and then his birthmark. 

"Does it still hurt?" Eddie asked hoarsely and Buck nodded wanting more.

"Let me take care of you." Eddie muttered dragging him out of the bathroom.

Eddie gently pushed Buck down onto his bed. Buck stared up at him in sweet torturous anticipation. 

"Eddie, please." Buck whined and Eddie kissed his neck.

"It's okay I got you." Eddie promised as he kissed down Buck's neck.

"More." Buck grunted pulling at Eddie's shirt. 

Eddie sat up and pulled off his shirt. Buck leaned up to place open mouth kisses onto Eddie's chest. Buck was so high from Eddie that he didn't even realize what he was doing. He never done this with a man before. Eddie's chest hair brought that to his attention. That he was kissing a man's chest. The hairs tickled his face and he felt his cock grow hard. Eddie pulled off Buck's shirt and pushed him to the bed. Eddie swirled his tongue around Buck's nipple and Buck threw his head back. 

"More." Buck pleaded and Eddie gently grabbed his chin and angled his head up.

Buck had kissed a lot of people...well women. Buck had never felt so enamoured by a kiss before. Eddie tasted like fresh mint with a hint of something sweet. Buck licked into his mouth trying to figure out what it was.

"Sweet...you taste sweet?" Buck moaned and Eddie bit Buck's lower lip. 

"Strawberries." Eddie groaned out.

Buck ran his fingers through Eddie's short hair.

"I love strawberries." Buck moaned as he tried to kick off his sweats.

Eddie helped him out of them before working on his own jeans. Buck kicked off his shoes and socks. Eddie followed as suit. They were both naked and Buck glanced down at Eddie's cock and felt a surge of lust so powerful he saw white. 

"Fuck, even your cock is beautiful." Eddie muttered and Buck blinked...they were so fucking in synch, it was scary sometimes.

"Eddie." Buck begged but he didn't know what he was begging for.

"I'm right here. I'm right here." Eddie whispered kissing Buck's shoulder.

"Fuck! I'm so hard it hurts!" Buck whimpered as he kissed Eddie again. 

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." Eddie whispered and Buck nodded. 

"Do you have any lube?" Eddie asked as he bit Buck's collarbone and Buck tensed. 

"Drawer…" Buck whispered and Eddie opened the bedside drawer.

Buck only had lube because Ali left some at his place. He never in a million years thought that he would need it for this…

"Eddie…" Buck muttered unsure and Eddie frowned at him.

"Wanna stop?" Eddie asked so sincerely concerned that Buck felt his heart skip ten beats.

"I've never...not with…" Buck trailed off and Eddie nodded.

"We can stop." Eddie kissed Buck's temple and Buck metled.

"I don't wanna stop. I just… Take it slow." Buck whispered and Eddie kissed him softly.

"Tell me to stop at anytime." Eddie brushed their noses together before opening the tube of lube.

--

Buck laid on his stomach smiling into his pillow. Eddie was passed out next to him. Buck couldn't sleep. It was only 11am and he was still wired from the sex he just had. The incredible mind blowing sex. He bit his lip to stop from grinning like an idiot.

"You think too loud." Eddie grumbled and Buck smiled.

"I'm thinking about how good you look in my bed." Buck told him and Eddie smirked with his eyes still closed.

"Just wait until you see me in your shower." Eddie teased and Buck licked his lips.

"Eddie?" Buck asked softly causing Eddie to open an eye and squint at him.

"Yeah?" 

"I don't want this to be a one off." Buck frowned and Eddie turned onto his side to face him.  

"What do you want it to be?" Eddie asked and Buck blushed. 

"Our first time having sex as boyfriends?" Buck looked down at his hand playing with the crumpled sheets.

"Okay, sweetheart." Eddie smiled and kissed his nose.

"Just like that?" Buck mumbled happily.

"Just like that. To be honest, mi amor. I've been wanted this for a very long time." Eddie told him and Buck blushed.

"You have?" Buck's eyes widened and Eddie snorted.

"Yes. Why did you think I freaked out so much when I hurt you. The thought of hurting you makes me physically sick to my stomach. I...I love you." Eddie breathed and Buck froze.

Eddie frowned. "You don't have to say anything back...I just…" Buck launched forward and kissed him hard. 

"November 18th. You were wearing that red flannel that you rarely wear anymore. You stopped by with some groceries. Said my cupboards were filled with too much junk food. You bought me some healthy snacks. You had this small grin on your face as you talked about Christopher's science project. I made some lame joke about the solar system and you grabbed your chest and laughed. That's when I knew...That's when I knew I was in love with you." Buck muttered and Eddie had closed his eyes but Buck saw a stray tear run wild. 

"June 7th. You were with dancing Christopher to some lame disney song. You were wearing your famous form fitting grey henley. You convinced me to dance with you guys. We looked like idiots in my living room but I never felt happier. That's when I knew I wanted to dance with you for the rest of my life." Eddie told him and Buck fought back tears.

"I couldn't ask for a better dance partner." Buck smiled before pulling Eddie in for another kiss.

[tricksters-captain]

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch/Colin Ritman imagine - Noticed

AN: Well since no one else is writing for my man I might as well. Also I literally spent like 4 hours watching Bandersnatch to get all the endings so love my life. 

Summary: You’re Stefan’s twin sister and what you thought would be one quick errand to help Stefan actually turned out to be the best thing that happened to you because that’s when you met Colin Ritman...

Pairing(s): Colin Ritman x Reader, Stefan x Sister!Reader

Word count: 2,411

Warnings: This is smut. Strong language. Office/public s e x. Rough s e x. Choking. 

Today was the day that your brother was actually going to to Tuckersoft. You watched him leave for the bus from your bedroom window as you listened to your father washing the dishes downstairs. 

You walked into his room and stopped in front of his desk. You looked over to your right to see the family photo sitting on a shelf and you quickly looked away. You didn’t like looking at pictures of your mother, it brought up bad memories. You never understood how Stefan could have that picture in his room.

You looked down to see Stefan had left his notebook with all his notes on his desk and you debated for a moment whether he would need it or not for today. You figured it was better safe than sorry and after all that's what you were for since the death of your mum. You were always looking out for your brother. 

You took to the streets and caught the next bus to the new Tuckersoft building. 

You were surprised they let you inside and up to the office floor when all you said was that you were Stefan Butler’s sister. No proof of ID or anything. Clearly they were a pretty trusting company. 

You walked across the large office floor to see Stefan about to enter an office behind two men and so you called out his name. 

“Stefan!” You picked up your pace as you strode across the floor to reach him and he turned around at the mention of his name. 

“(Y/n), what-what are you doing here?” He asked, obviously a little confused that his sister had followed him. 

“You forgot your notebook and I didn’t know if you needed it but I thought better safe than sorry.” You rambled quickly as you thrusted the book into his hand. 

“Thanks.” Stefan nodded. 

“Who’s this Stefan?” The older one of the two men behind Stefan pushed his way through the door and smiled at you as he adjusted his blazer. 

“Um, this is my...my sister, (Y/n).” Stefan introduced you. “(Y/n), this is Mr Thakur.” 

“Sister?” Thakur rose his eyebrows at Stefan. 

“Are you twins?” A voice rose from behind Stefan. The blonde boy whom which the voice came from leant against the door frame as he looked at you. For the matter of fact, he hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you made your presence known. 

“Um, yeah. How did you know?” Stefan asked as he clutched his notebook between his hands. 

“Lucky guess.” The boy stated, his eyes still locked on you. There was a split second before he offered his hand. “Colin.” 

You stepped forward and took it, your eyes finally meeting Colin’s properly. 

“Alright, well, thanks for bringing Stefan’s book but we have a meeting to do.” Thakur brought the attention back to him as he clapped his hands together. 

“Right, I’m sorry. Stefan, do you want me to wait?” You asked, dropping your eyes from Colin’s. 

“––No.”

“––Yes.” Colin answered as Stefan did. There was a pause as Stefan and you both looked back at Colin. Colin cleared his throat and stepped back into the office with a swing. 

“Nice to meet you.” Thakur took your hand and shook it as he winked before they all dispersed into the office. 

You decided to wait. 

You sat on one of the chairs in a little empty cubicle and waited. 

You get bored quickly and you didn’t know how to long the meeting was going to actually be so you decided to find the bathroom. You hadn’t really made the best effort on your appearance as you were just there to drop off a book and you wanted to see if you could fix the mess that was your hair before they finished the meeting. 

As you returned from eventually finding a bathroom, you saw Stefan and Colin at his desk. Stefan was writing something down before he took off. 

You made yourself known by walking up the Colin’s desk. 

“Thought you’d left.” Colin stated, pulling out a pouch of tobacco and some papers. 

“Well, you told me to wait.” You said innocently as you folded your arms across your chest. 

Colin's eyes flicked up, peering over his glasses, at you as he studied your face from a moment. 

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and shuffled on your feet. 

“So, did he get it?” You asked, referring to your brother. 

“He did.” Colin finally looked away and started to roll his cigarette. 

“So, does that give me an excuse to come visit you again then?” You thought fuck it and tried to flirt. 

“He’s going to work on it at home.” Colin told you. You couldn’t hide your facial expression as you frowned. 

“Oh.” You nodded your head and went to walk away.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come again.” Colin admitted causing you to turn around and face him again. 

You let a small smile across your face before leaving the building, hoping to catch up to your brother. 

You visited Colin every day for the next week, he showed you how he programmed his video games and some of the other ideas he had for future games. He even let you try the finished product of ‘Metl Hedd’. He told Thakur that you were a game whizz like your brother and that you were helping him but in reality he just wanted to spend time with you, he did need to finish his games and he also needed an excuse to keep Thakur off his back about it so it worked.  

Nothing had happened between the two of you but your crush was becoming more and more evident to yourself. You had to admit he was attractive and intelligent but when you first met him you didn’t think much else of it and now you were rushing out of the house to get to the Tuckersoft building. 

“Morning.” You placed a coffee down on Colin’s desk as you approached him staring intently at his screen. 

“Morning.” He mumbled. 

“What you doing?” You asked before sipping a mouthful of your own drink. 

“I think I finally fixed that error.” Colin sat back and picked up the coffee cup before taking a swig. “Have a go.” He told you. 

You didn’t even realise what you had done until you did it as you took a seat on his lap to get to his computer. 

You swallowed as you clicked the keyboard to run the game as you then became very aware of what you had done. 

Colin was taken back by your action as well however he couldn’t help but like that you did it as it meant something was actually going to happen. He knew you were interested in him, why else would you bother him so often but he didn’t know what would come of it. 

He shifted under you slightly but hovered his fingers on your hip lightly to reassure you that you didn’t have to get off. 

Your eyes flickered down to his touch and you felt your heart flip in your chest. 

You started to play the game however after the first level it crashed again. 

“Shit.” Colin leant forward, fully placing his hand on your waist as used his free hand to type some coding into the computer on your left. 

“What happened?” You asked. 

“It didn’t transition correctly into the second round. Hop off for a tic.” Colin tapped you lightly and you jumped off his lap. Your heart going from your throat back to your chest where it belonged 

And that was the first time you and Colin had any physical interaction. 

A month went by of you visiting Colin and your brother was working harder than ever locked away in his room on his game to notice. 

You walked into the Tuckersoft building, everyone knew you by then, and you greeted people as you made your way up to Colin’s floor. 

“Morning Tom.” You smiled at one of the sound programmers as you passed him in the hallway. 

It was one of the hottest days that summer so you wore a dress for once. 

Colin’s head turned at the sound of your voice as you greeted the worker and his eyes stuck to you like glue once he caught a glimpse of how you looked. 

Your hair was up but some wisps had strayed out the back and stuck to your neck from the heat of the morning. Your lips were wet from the ice tea you picked up on the way there and the hem of your dress brushed against your thighs as you shuffled on your feet. 

You turned to him as you made your way over and you smiled. 

Colin looked you up and down again when you stood in front of him. 

There was a moment where you just furrowed your eyebrows at the boy in confusion of why he was staring at you like the way he was. 

Colin pulled the unlit fag from his lips and tossed onto the desk before he took your hand and dragged you down the hall. 

“Colin?” You laughed as he stormed away with you. 

Colin opened the door to one of the supply cupboards and backed inside it. He pulled you towards him and within a second his lips were on yours. His hand cupped the side of your jaw as he kissed you with a hunger that literally took your breath away. 

Colin pulled away from you to close the door and you took the time to breathe. He dropped his hands to your waist as he guided you to a tall pile of boxes. They were study, full of books and stationary, strong enough to hold you and Colin knew this. 

He lifted you up onto the boxes and let his hands push the hem of your skirt up as he ran his hands along your thighs. 

The excitement bubbled in your stomach as his hands moved further up your thighs. You dropped your hands from his neck to his waist and Colin took the hint. He quickly started to undo his belt and pulled it from his trousers. 

He undid his trousers, you pulled your chest closer to his; pressing your body tight against him. 

You started to trail a kiss down his neck and you heard a low groan erupt from his lips as he winced in desperation. He wrapped his hand around your throat, underneath your jaw and brought your face back to his own. He took his throbbing member into his hand from his boxers before lining it up to your entrance, pushing your panties aside with his fingers. 

He pulled back and searched your eyes for permission. His eyes filled with a dark lust that only made you want him more. 

“Colin.” You begged quietly as you tightened your grip on the boys shirt. 

Colin wasted no time as he thrusted inside of you causing you to gasp sharply and dig your nails into the boy. He held on as he waited for you to adjust to his size. His hot breath against your cheek as he waited for a signal to get on with it. 

You bit down on your lip, giving yourself a second to relax, then you moved back and captured his lips in your own again. 

Colin started to thrust hard against you, one of his arms wrapped securely around your back to keep your body tight against his. 

You couldn’t help your shaky breaths as you gripped onto the boys hair and shirt. Your whole body jolted with the force of Colin pumping inside and out of you. His thick member filling you with each pump and the rough material of his t-shirt brushing against your clit. 

“Colin... fuck...” You moaned, Colin shushed you and wrapped his hand around your throat again to keep you quiet. 

You clenched your jaw as the rough dominant nature of him drew you closer to climax. 

Colin grunted as he could feel you grow tighter around him as your orgasm was approaching. 

He picked up his pace for those final moments, squeezing your throat slightly and soon you were over the edge, pulsing around his member as he rode you through your climax. He continued until he was also at the very edge before pulling out and covering your thigh with his cum. 

You both stood there, breathing heavily, just looking at each other. You smiled at him and shook your head. 

“What was that for?” You asked. 

“Because of this.” He said very seriously as he took your dress in between his thumb and index finger. 

“I guess I’ll be wearing this again then.”You smirked. 

Just then there were voices outside the cupboard which made both yours and Colin’s head shoot towards the door.  

You felt your heart stop until footsteps lead to them walking away.

You then swiftly took off your panties and cleaned yourself up with them so that you could both leave the supply cupboard. 

You walked back to Colin’s desk as if nothing had happened or at least tried to make it look that way. 

Colin cleared his throat as he sank down into his chair. 

You leant against his desk and picked up his ball of elastic bands, playing with it. Colin smirked at you, knowing full well that you no longer had panties on and that would make this day very interesting. 

As the evening drew in and almost all members of staff left the building, you and Colin were left alone on his floor. You leant down over the desk as you stared at one of the computer screens, Colin had done a sweep of the floor to make sure you were alone but he just told you that he was looking for Thakur.

As he returned, he came up behind you and placed his hand under your dress, cupping you from behind. 

“Round two?” He questioned, cocking his eyebrows at you via the computer screen as you shut it down. 

You span around and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck with a mischievous smile. 

“Now?” You asked, acting all innocent for the fun of it. 

Colin lifted you onto the desk, moving the keyboard aside as he did. 

“Now.” He nodded, moving in between your thighs and enclosing you in a kiss. 

AN: Hope you enjoy this you dirty sinners ;)

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Oh, Let’s Get Lost [Colin Ritman Imagine]

A/N: I should be doing about a thousand other things. But then I was struck with a thought... So here we are. In any case, this probably came out really dumb. And I’ve never claimed to be a writer, beyond some questionable poetry. But if you like it, or would be interested in offering thoughts, please let me know! 

Pairing: Colin Ritman x fem!Reader (It’s left vague. Feel free to make this a self-insert! It’s sort of what I was going for anyway.) 

Warnings: None? Mentions of dream weirdness and timehopping. Some Colin Ritman chain-smoking. A couple of drinks. Bad poetry. Insomnia-friendly reading, sure to put you to sleep. 

Summary: Colin ends up in a local jazz club as a means of dodging the rain. There’s something about the singer that strikes him as familiar. A truly timeless quality, he supposes. 

**Gif is not mine!**

-----

Colin wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here.

The jazz club was dark, the air heavy and permeated by thick clouds of cigarette smoke. He supposed he could appreciate that.

This was no Asylum -- no punk rock club. He’d ducked in to get out of the rain. He supposed, begrudgingly, he’d be more at home in a record store while waiting for the downpour to pass. Thumbing through titles that promised either heavy synth, or the thrumming guitar that would accompany some Bauhaus-esque post-punk number.

Still, with the emergence of New Romanticism that the 1980s promised, he supposed he could appreciate a resurgence in the relevance and beauty of jazz music, even if it wasn’t what he listened to in order to “get into the flow.”

Huffing, Colin plopped into a lounge chair in view of the center of the room. The clink, followed by the flicking thwip, of his lighter as he puffed on a new cigarette was almost instantaneously soothing to his frazzled nerves and rain-wrought annoyance. He leaned forward in his seat, swiping a hand through his peroxide locks. Roughly, he tugged crumpled, slightly damp, notes out of the back pockets of his high-waisted plaid bondage pants. No time like the present to get a little work done, he supposed. His almost indecipherable etchings held all the promise of another hit game. After the whirlwind success of Metl Hedd, he felt a secure, smug sense of unstoppability. He truly was quite enjoying this lifetime.

He sat in the dim, smoky room, otherwise occupied as other patrons filtered in and out, They chattered lowly, the zip of gentle jazz filtering through as time pressed on.  Of no bother to him, really. But the passage of time so rarely bothered him. He ordered a few drinks, smoked, and idly wondered if the people snobbishly opining on Ellington would have heart attacks if they’d heard Black Flag, the Cure, or Tomita.

The smooth rumble of a voice announced the hour’s lounge singer, though he hadn’t heard the name.

A tune he vaguely recognized as familiar began, though he couldn’t think of where he would have heard it. Or when. When seemed the better question.

Let's defrost in a romantic mist, Let's get crossed off everybody's list. To celebrate this night we've found each other... Oh, let's get lost…

He looked up, the singer’s voice surrounding his person like a suffocatingly familiar fog, drowning in the up-keyed Chet Baker cover.

Her.

Her smile, painted red, propped up in a tip-lipped grin.

Her hair, shining softly under the lounge’s dim lighting, ethereal.

Her voice, clear and lilting, passing over the notes with an almost easy depth and passion.

Her eyes, so sharp and astute, had a glassy, timeless quality. As hers met his, he was struck with the sudden feeling they evoked: timelessness-- no, transcendence.  He was struck with the thought. Perhaps she, like him, had explored the paths and possibilities, the snaking roots that a life free of the shackles of time promised. Had she?

Had he met her before? Strange that he was the one asking that question.

He huffed quietly, sardonically, to himself. If you had asked Stefan, it was Colin who typically held answers to questions like that. Yet here he was, quizzical and intoxicated, full of unexpected astonishment at the vocalist before him.

Timely and timeless, he thought, that he would see her today of all days. That the rain would drive him in here.

“Oh, let’s get lost.”

Her song finished, and he joined in the smattering of applause provided by the relatively small crowd, still staring at her.

She stepped down from the stage and began a circuit of the room-- idle hellos for familiar faces, a throaty chuckle for a quick joke.

At last, she stopped in front of him. He flicked the cover of his lighter as she approached. Clink. Thwip. Should he speak first?

Colin wondered: What do you say to the woman you could swear you have seen before. Hadn’t you? Or felt before? Whose presence is reminiscent of a dream-- familiar, but the exact remembering is beyond comprehension. Like... tugging a loose thread. The memory of the dream unravels, until you’re left with nothing. Nothing but words of vague description and the ideas, the feelings it left you with upon your waking.

No. Not subtle, Colin. Don’t lead with that.

She blinked down at him through his cloud of smoke. Lips still tipped in not-quite Cheshire grin. She truly was a vision, he thought, until…

A honeyed voice…

“Hello, Colin. Nice to see you.”

---

A/N: That’s it. Should there be more? Or does this stand on its own? Tagging folks who might want to read my bad writing, but feel free to ignore: @andallthatmishigas @for-ests @hey-its-grey @mythologicalmango @doctoraliceharvey @tigerlilynoh 

[oflcvers]

i need your focus {colin ritman}

Summary: you work with your husband colin at tuckersoft. while he’s making hit after hit, you’re struggling to stay sane 

Pairing(s): Colin Ritman/Female!Reader

A/N: requested by anonymous. the original post can be found here

I didn’t go to college for this.

Getting a degree in public relations was the easy part. The University of Buckingham nearly shoved the now neatly framed document into your hands. It looked good when they had women walking down the aisle in cap and gown. It looked good for their wallets too. Your previous job was just as easy. Your uncle recommended you for the position and not even a week later you were on Talkback’s new public relations and marketing team. At least the guys back at Talkback had a likable CEO making smart decisions and the company had some sort of. . . order. But this was unlike anything you’ve seen. You should have known from your hiring interview this was bad news.

“Graduated from UB, eh?” Those were the first words out of Mr. Thakur’s mouth when he met you. He scoffed. “Wonder how you managed that, love.”

He offered the job to you shortly after——Public Relations Manager; Thakur said it like it was a whimsical snippet from the latest edition of Buster——and you took it. It was easier for both you and Colin. The trek from Talkback’s headquarters was starting to get too expensive and took too much of a toll on your poor Ford Fiesta. Tuckersoft was closer to home, closer to your husband, and most importantly, paid much more. At the end of the day, it was all about the cash.

The first week on the job was the most challenging week you’ve ever had. The employees you supervised weren’t the issue. In fact, they happened to be the most supportive, inventive, and easily approachable people you’ve ever seen in the workplace. Mr. Thakur was the issue. Every idea you broached or suggestion for marketing you made was shot down. They were written off as child’s play. However, when a male colleague expressed the same idea you had to the CEO, he welcomed it with open arms.

It then became a social experiment. You’d send your employees to Thakur when you had an idea that was rejected, prepping them to pitch that same idea to him, but with their own ‘masculine charisma.’ And if the colleague you sent in had a penis, the stuck up prick loved the suggestion. It worked without fail each and every time. Your blood boiled. But a week later, Thakur had the absolute audacity to approach you in your office, forcing himself through the door without so much as a knock, and asked you to swing by him tomorrow to go over the marketing situation for your husband’s nearly finished game.

“I hired you on your merits, Y/N. If you have to send one my own guys in to talk to me all the time, what’s the point of even having you here?” Your throat tightened and you channeled your fury into the pen in your hand. The cap nearly snapped under the pressure of your thumb. There was a nasty glint in his eyes as he smiled, noting the effect he had on you. “Can’t wait to hear from you tomorrow, love!” 

Colin noticed your aggravation as soon as the two of you got home.

"Y/N, what’s going on?” The door to your flat swung shut with a thud as Colin locked up behind you two. You laughed bitterly, setting your coat on the hanging rack while dumping your purse on the coffee table. The metal of the strap clanked onto the heavy-duty glass like rain. You settled down messily on the couch.

"You have the time to hear it all?” You meant it in jest but the emotionless stare on your husband’s face suggested otherwise. He joined you moments after, shifting on the cushion next to you before loosely hanging his arm around your shoulders. You exhaled slowly, your chest retracting before leaning into Colin.

“It’s just. . . Thakur.” His name was acid on your tongue, burning through your flesh. “No matter what I do he refuses to respect, let alone acknowledge me. It’s infuriating.” You turned to face Colin. “I literally have to send the men I oversee into his office to give him my ideas so he can accept them! And then he calls me out on it! Do you know how humiliating that is?”

You knew Colin didn’t understand the strife. He was plowing through his follow up to Metl Hedd currently, given the creative freedom to do what he needed to do. Now that you took the time to think, you were certain he never had the restrictions that you’ve been fighting against ever since you could talk. He was never questioned over his work, never belittled by his colleagues or superiors, and was never looked down upon because of what was between his thighs. There was no way Colin could understand the deeply rooted sexism that pitted itself against you. But regardless, he listened to you unconditionally. Colin may have remained quiet throughout it all, but he gave you the respect that was sorely missing in your workplace. You don’t remember how long you ranted for——it had to have been at least five minutes or so——but by the end of it, you felt a little better. This was what made your marriage with Colin so strong: the way the two of you listened to each other so willingly. It kept both of you sane.

“And now for the first time since I’ve been hired, I’ve finally been gifted,”——you spat——“An audience with the premiere prick himself. He wants me to tell him what my team and I are thinking about marketing wise. And I can do that, it all depends on whether or not he’s going to be an adult and actually listen to me.” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your exhale long and even.

“He’s going to listen to you, Y/N,” Colin said matter of factly, his gaze intensely honed in on you. Looking up at him, your lips pursed.

“And not because you’re going to threaten him,” you replied back immediately, causing your husband to huff out. “How’s that going to look? That I need my husband to fight my own battles for me?”

“Well, it’s my fault that you’re in this mess. I suggested you come work with me; I have to do something for you, love.”

You shook your head, withdrawing from Colin’s frame to lean up against the couch cushions. “I have to do this myself. I’m not going to have you hovering around me all the time.”

“Who said anything about hovering?” His smile was playful as his glasses slid down his nose. He was trying to keep you at ease but could tell quickly it wasn’t helping. Straightening, he continued. “Let me talk to him, Y/N. No threats; cross my heart and hope to die.” Using his pointer finger, he traced a cross against his chest.

You knew Colin was only caring for your wellbeing and your best interest. It was all he did; he offered all the support you could possibly need ever since you started dating. You trusted him.

“Okay,” you said with a nod. “Fine. But no threats.”

With a chuckle, he pressed a kiss against the corner of your mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

You were ready for this presentation. All your notes were read, reread, and analyzed twice after you and Colin spoke the previous night. You felt more confident when approaching the conference room. You walked inside, setting your things down at the end of the table, looking up to greet your boss. But you weren’t anticipating him to have a plus one to your presentation.

Settled right next to Mr. Thakur was Colin, leaning back in his chair as he was fiddling with a roll up. He looked at you smiling before flashing you a quick wink. What was he doing?

“Good morning, Mr. Thakur. Good morning, Colin.” you started, definitely confused by this arrangement, but not necessarily annoyed by it. Even though by definition this could be considered Colin ‘hovering’ over you, it didn’t feel that way. It was as if he was on the sidelines just rooting you along. That comforted you.

“Morning, Y/N. Colin asked me if he could sit in on our discussion a little while ago——”

“Since it is my game and all,” Colin chimed in, pivoting the roll-up with his tongue. “I’d like to get an idea of what you two are thinking for it.” He paused for a moment. “As long as that’s okay with you, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to speak but instead found Thakur speaking in your stead. “I don’t see why it would be a problem.”

“I was asking my wife, not you.” The finality in his statement paired with Colin’s expressionless stare towards Thakur made your heart squeeze. Not from appreciation, but from the anticipation of how your boss would respond. Backtalk like that probably would have left you without a job, and his reaction to your husband’s snark startled you even more.

“Right,” Thakur began before turning to you. “Well?”

You nodded. “That’s okay. Colin can stay.”

A slight smile was all you got from Colin, but you knew his satisfaction ran deeper than he outwardly expressed. With that, you got started. Your presentation wasn’t too long since you only covered the marketing ideas both you and your team came up with. All of you concluded that you wouldn’t have to do much. With Colin’s name branded everywhere and the overwhelming demand and desire for a follow up to Metl Hedd, there wasn’t a need to put too much money into advertising. A brand deal with Epoch Co. was mentioned frequently among your team, especially since the Super Cassette Vision had just been released in Europe.

And for once, Thakur was listening to you. He was actually engaged with what you had to say, asking you relevant and important questions that you had more than enough of an answer to. Although you knew the real reason Thakur was doing this was to appease his golden goose, it still felt good to be taken seriously.

By the end of your meeting, Colin got up from his seat. He hadn’t spoken a word since the beginning but with a hum, took in everything you had written down on the board in front of you. “I trust whatever you think is best for us, Y/N.” With a curt nod to you and Mr. Thakur and a gentle squeeze to your hand, the programmer was gone, leaving you and your boss in the conference room. As you cleaned up, you looked up at Thakur expectantly. He remained quiet for a moment, unable to look at you at first. After a few, grueling seconds, he spoke.

“I agree with Colin. You seem to have a good handle on all this, Y/N. It’s your call. Let me know what you decide on at the end of the day, yeah?” You nodded, gathering your papers as you watched Thakur exit the conference room. Glancing out the door, you found Colin as his computer, already looking at you. His self-satisfied smirk was unmistakable and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

[month9books]

Five Summer Reads for Reluctant Readers

recommended by Scott Wilson, author of Metl: The ANGEL Weapon

I'm a very picky reader. If I'm not one-hundred-percent enjoying a book, I will put it down, move onto something else, and not worry about picking it back up again—no scruples given. In fact, I'd say that on average I probably only finish one out of every five books that I start.

And I don't think I'm alone in my pickiness. Sure, we can toss blame at diminishing attention spans or the collapse of culture, but honestly between YouTube, Netflix, video games, and heck, so many great other books out there, there's just an overwhelming number of choices. Why waste your time with one you're not completely loving?

So if you know someone who might also be a picky reader like me, maybe one of the books on this summer reading list could grab their attention.

One Piece by Eiichiro Oda

There was recently a big commotion on Twitter when a parent tweeted that their son's teacher didn't let students choose what to read for summer reading because "they'd just read graphic novels and fantasy." To that I say… let them read whatever the heck they want!

I've always been a fan of the idea that, rather than forcing boring tomes into kids' heads, we should just let them have fun, read what they want, and help them foster a life-long love of reading. And there's no better place for a reluctant reader to start than with the Japanese manga One Piece.

One Piece is exciting; it's full of pirates, characters with crazy superpowers, and incredible fights against bad guys, but it goes way deeper than that. It asks the reader difficult questions, such as what really is justice, and who gets to decide? Not only that, but the villains are fleshed-out mini masterpieces, the world building is the best I've ever seen, and each character's backstory is heart wrenching. In fact, One Piece has the honor of being the only written story that has made me cry. Set sail for a roller coaster of emotions with this incredible series!

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

What better story for a reluctant reader than one about a reluctant learner? Milo is a boy who regards "the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all," until one day when he is swept away into The Lands Beyond. There, all types of learning come alive: there is Dictionopolis, the kingdom of words; Digitopolis, the kingdom of numbers; the Forest of Sight; the Valley of Sound; and of course, the Island of Conclusions, which you have to jump to, naturally.

My father read this book to me when I was five, when he just happened to be taking a college course on the book itself, which shows the breadth of ages that can appreciate this book. Young children can enjoy the fun adventure of Milo and Tock the time-dog, older kids can chuckle at all the clever wordplay, and teens can appreciate the deeper meaning and metaphors on nearly every page… while also laughing at jokes like:

"How are you going to make it move? It doesn't have a—" "Be very quiet," advised the duke, "for it goes without saying." And, sure enough, as soon as they were all quite still, [the wagon] began to move quickly through the streets.

A Child Called It by David Pelzer

Apparently this is a book that many people read in school, but it completely slipped by me until recently. I sat down to read it, opened it up, and didn't stop until two hours later when I had pummeled through the entire thing—something I hadn't done since I read the first Harry Potter book when I was eleven.

Even though this is an engrossing book, it's intense. The story is based on the author's real life, following him from age five to twelve, when he was horrifically abused by his mother. Just when you think it can't get worse, it does. Again. And again. And again. This is the only book I've ever read that had me physically cringing as I read through it.

The emotional severity of the book also makes for good outside research and discussions as well. Why was the mother abusive toward David and not his brothers? Why did the father do nothing to help? These are important questions that can set in motion a lot of great critical thinking.

Almost Perfect by Brian Katcher

I grew up in a very homogeneous neighborhood. Pretty much everyone was white, and I don't remember any openly gay students in school. So when I read Almost Perfect, it literally opened my eyes to a brand new world.

The story follows Logan, an average high school boy who falls head over heels for the new girl at school, Sage. But when he finds out that Sage was born a boy, suddenly he doesn't know what to do. Conflicting feelings, the judgment of others, and the stormy roads of healing a wounded friendship all come to a boil in this book.

What really sets this story apart for me is the fact that the "surprise" of Sage's reveal is not really a surprise: it's given away on the back cover, and it happens fairly early on. The meat of the story is the tumultuous reconciliation of the two characters, their growth, and learning more about the world. In our society where a need for acceptance and respect is at an all-time high, this book is even more important than ever.

Unwind by Neal Shusterman @nealshustermanreal

This book was my introduction to Neal Shusterman, one of my favorite dystopian authors. In Unwind, children's lives are deemed untouchable from birth to age thirteen, but from thirteen to eighteen, their parents/guardians can have them "unwound," a process that divides up all their body parts for others to use, and technically still keeps them alive.

What I love about this story is how it follows the points of view of three different characters, all facing the prospect of being unwound for different reasons: Connor, whose parents can't handle his misbehavior anymore; Risa, who is a ward of the state and will be unwound for budget reasons; and Lev, who is being unwound as part of a religious ceremony.

In our current society, where reproductive rights are being fought over yet again, seeing a possible outcome from such a battle is harrowing. This is another action-packed book that, while fun to read by itself, will also spark some great discussions.

Don’t forget to read Scott Wilson’s book, Metl: The ANGEL Weapon. Preferably read with a big, red summer moon outside your window!

[dark-kahnwald]

nightmares ; stefan butler

Comforting Stefan after another nightmare over his Mothers Death.

You breathed deeply, shooting up from your position in your snug bed, desperately clawing at the phone to silence it’s ring as to not wake your parents as it had you. You were not annoyed, you already knew who it was.

“Again?” You asked, really not meaning to sound rude. Stefan would’ve surely noticed your tone. “Is everything alright, love?”

“I’m s-sorry,” He tried his best to disguise his sobs on the other end of the line. “I just needed to h-hear your voice.”

“I’ll be over in 5 minutes, yeah?” You asked, your heart breaking.

“You don’t h-have too. I’ll be f-f-fine.” He sniffled.

“I’ll see you then.” You put the phone down before he could protest.

Stefan, your boyfriend since you were both 15, had been having recurring nightmares about his mother’s death. It had happened before a few times, not too often, but since being given the chance to make ‘Bandersnatch’, it felt like every night he’d call you in tears, barely wording that he felt it was his fault she’d died.

You knew it was Bandersnatch, no doubt about it. Stefan had been dedicating all his time to making a game all about choices meaning everything, how could he not question his own.

If only dad hadn’t have taken my rabbit.

If only I’d have just manned up and left the rabbit.

If only I’d have sent my mum on her way.

He’d expressed these thoughts to you on multiple occasions and it broke your heart that he thought he could’ve stopped what had happened to his mother. He was 5 years old.

Lost in thought, you’d dressed already. A pair of sweatpants and Stefan’s ‘Thompson Twins’ Tour shirt, with a pair of white converse. You crept out of the house, grabbing a jacket from the hallway and pacing towards Stefan’s.

You reached his house, creeping in as you had many times. You tiptoed up the carpeted stairs, making your way to Stefan’s room. You pushed on the wooden door, squeezing your body through the small gap. Any wider and the door would creak, you’d worked that out before too.

“Stefan.” You called quietly to his quivering frame, hunched over in his desk chair. His head shot up, not at the sound of his name but rather your voice. His angel.

His tear streaked face looked almost childlike in the dim light, his bloodshot eyes screaming for rest. He’d worked himself far too hard and it was a shame, even when Stefan wanted to rest and leave his Bandersnatch project for just a few hours, his mind would not allow it.

He looked for a moment as if he was going to come to you from across the room, but he simply let his head down into his right hand and outstretched his left, much like a toddler. It was beautifully tragic.

You reached out, making your way over and gripping his shaking hand in yours. He began to sob again, worse than he had on the phone. “Hey, hey. You couldn’t have done anything.” You reached for his other hand, pulling it away from his face, he lay his head against the lower portion of your stomach, his hands gripping your hips. You placed your hands in his shaggy brown hair and massaged the scalp. His crying eventually slowed to a stop, you continued to stroke random patterns into his hair, whispering down to him.

His grip had not loosened, his head had not moved as he blankly stared out of the window, the moon highlighting his vulnerable face. He seemed content in his emotionless state, happy that he wasn’t sad almost.

“Let’s lay together.” You suggested and he stood, leaning against you like a wounded soldier. You pulled his shirt off, you’d seen him in the same one for almost a week now. He assisted you, lifting his arms over his head and when you’d thrown his shirt towards the laundry basket, his head fell onto your shoulder, his chin finding home in a crook near your neck. Reaching down, you unbuckled his belt and undid the button to his jeans, sliding your hand around his shirtless frame, you’d allow gravity to do the work. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and he kicked his jeans from around his ankles, his shoes coming off along the way also. 

Walking backwards, not for a moment separating the embrace, you lay down on the bed, Stefan lay on his side next to you, his head resting just above your chest, his nose nuzzling into your neck. Pressing a light kiss to the top of his head where his curls sat, you quickly replaced your lips with your fingers, stroking patterns onto his scalp as you’d been doing just a moment ago, as you’d done countless times before.

“You make me happy.” He whispered.

“It’s least I can do. I can’t even describe how you make me feel.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry you had to come over again.” He seemed to become more of the Stefan before Bandersnatch as you lay there, his hand playing with the strap of your bra on your shoulder, that was visible due to the large neckline on your shirt.

“I chose to come over.”

“I know, I try not to let it happen. It’s every night now though.” He sighed.

“We both know the reason.” You stated and felt him nod.

“I’m just excited to wipe my hands of Bandersnatch and help Colin with Metl Hedd 2.” He seemed excited, your heart sang.

“That’s great, love. I think you’ll have a lot of fun working with Colin.”

“Yeah, but I just wanna be done with Bandersnatch. I just wanna get myself back to normal. Be the man you deserve.” He stated.

“Whether your the man I deserve or not is completely down to opinion. But the fact is you’re the only man I’ll ever want.”

“I love you, angel.” He yawned and you were thankful that sleep was creeping up on him.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” 

Even when sleep had taken over Stefan, his light snores filling the room, you continued stroking patterns into his hair, until sleep eventually had taken you aswell. 

[luffysmeat]

Could we have reaction of Ace, Marco and Shanks hearing their s/o is pregnant and maybe how they react if s/o's water broke oHo ?

Oh Heavens, the dorkest dorks ever. I’m so sorry for the looong wait! I hope you enjoy thiiiis~ I picture them having girls, tbh, so that’s what you’ll have, anon :p

Ace

You were pretty nervous to confess it to Ace

What if he gets angry about it? What if he wants you to leave??

But you need to tell him, so when you find him all relaxed one day, you just approach him and he immediately knows something is wrong

“I need to tell you something”, you say and he just gulps and is ready to hear. “I’m pregnant…”

From all the possible things that could happen, you weren’t exactly expect him to jump on his feet and wrap you between his arms tightly, laughing like an idiot

He’s even tearing up a little bit

“Are you serious right now?! Are you really pregnant? This is our baby?!”, you laugh he’s too excited

“Well it’s not exactly a baby just yet, but yes, it’s going to be our baby”

Ace is the most beautiful man in the world. He takes a lot of care of you and his baby. He makes sure you spend in bed most I the time, gives you all the food you want and just is a lovely boy like he only knows

One night, though, you are both sleep in bed, pacefully when Ace wakes because he feels his leg a bit wet?

He wakes up and he has a little heart attack looking at the mess?

“[Name]! You’re pee-

You wake up gasping and holding in your belly. “I’m not! My water broke! Quick! Call the doctor!”

You guys need a moment because Ace IS freaking up harder than you.

”[Name]!“, he gasps, ”[Name], this is the doctor who doesn’t want to help us!“, he says once the doctor enters your room.

You can’t help but giggle when you hear it, despite the pain

He’s probably screaming louder than you during the whole time

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, ACE DON’T YOU DARE TO PUT THAT THING ON ME EVER AGAIN DID YOU HEAR?!”

“Ah, [Name]! I am so sorry! I’ll make sure I’ll never do it even again and-

He hears the crying of your baby and he’s about to pass out as a nurse places your baby between your arms

“Look at her, Ace, she has your freckles”

He can’t even talk, he’s crying too hard and your baby is just looking at him like “... what are you doing dad?”

“You’re embarrassing her already, Ace and she’s only been in this world for like two minutes”

“I AM SO HAPPY!”

He’s the cutest dork ever

Marco

“Marco, I’m pregnant”, he spits on his drink, you always know when to say such things, [Name]

“Pregnant?! Of me?”

“... No, not of you? It’s Ace’s baby, we had a sexual affair the other day an-OF COURSE IT’S YOURS!! WHAT KIND OF WOMAN DO YOU THINK I AM?!!”

Seriously, this man gets in your nerves everytime

He’s really happy though? He’s really excited and he even tears up a little. “I hope she is a girl, don’t you want a girl?

“Hello, baby!”, he says to your belly. “This is- omgomgomg this is your papa, baby!”, he’s nuzzling your stomach, his words are muffled and all

“I don’t think it can hear you just yet, Marco”

“Don’t call the baby ‘it’, [Name]. Oh, I know! If the baby is a boy we’ll call him Marco, if the baby is a girl, we’ll call her [Name]

He’s very original, as you can see

Boy he’s the kind of dad that doesn’t let you do anything during your pregnancy?

You wanna go for a walk? No, sorry what if the baby comes out?

You wanna eat something spicy? Nope, the baby is gonna get hurt

You wanna cuddle? Nooo, the baby might get hurt

You accidentally let your glasses fall to the floor and you wanna take them? HELL NO! DO NOT PRESS YOUR BELLY!

You get a bit tired of him even though sometimes it is funny to listen him freaking out

“[Name], my love. The baby is going to be born tomorrow morning, you remember the names, right?”

“Wha- No, no Marco, this baby will not have any of those names. And, how on earth, do you know the baby is going to be born tomorrow??”

“I just know! Oh! Maybe she’s a girl and we have a deep connection already? You know what they say, right? They say ‘Girls are dad’s’!”

“... Listen, Marco. I don’t want you near my child never, okay?”

“Wha-! But [Name], my love! Why do you say such things?!”

Your water breaks by the morning and at 9:00 am you have your baby girl in your arms 

“Oh, I told you [Name]~ Hello, beautiful [Name] baby! This is your da-

“You know we’re not going to call her that, right Marco?”

“... why don’t you let me enjoy this time with my [Name] baby, [Name]?”

Shanks

Hold yourself, [Name]. Your pregnancy with Shanks is very angsty

He’s happy, of course, you’re the love of his life and he’s going to have a baby with you. There’s way much happiness inside him right now

He’s worried, though, the sea is dengerous af, what if you and the baby gets hurt?

He can barely protect you, (not that you really need it, though, you’re pretty strong), and now he has to protect his baby 

He doesn’t want to live you, though, and he even gets a bit angry when you propose to stay at an island just you and your baby 

“Are you saying I can’t protect my family?”

“You know damn well that’s not what I meant, Shanks”, you say and you’re getting angry too. “I don’t want you to feel worried about us all the time, that’s all”

“... I know. I know. I’m sorry...”

You have quite a few discussions in those nice months

He takes good care of you during your pregnancy, though, he makes sure you’re comfortable and feeling well

But he always seems nervous, even if he wants to enjoy the growing of your belly and the little kicks he feels in his hands, he’s nervous and restless

He even wants to keep you locked, but dear boy, it’s [Name] we’re talking about. Always so stubborn, so he can’t keep you in one place and it’s driving him up the wall even more

And then one day your water breaks and omg he’s so nervous, he can barely hold himself in his feet and he wants to kill the doctor because you’re in so much pain

“Dear god, Shanks! Stop treating him! It’s norm- AAAH! KILL HIM! KILL HIM RIGHT NOW!”

“But you just said it’s norm- YOU BASTARD! DON’T YOU SEE SHE’S IN PAIN?!”

You give birth to a healthy baby girl, her hair red as fire just like his father’s and as soon as you have her in your arms Shank’s eyes fill with tears

“[Name]”, he says between sobs. “[Name], she looks like me”

“She’s way prettier though”, that makes him laugh and suddenly his worries just metl away?

He’s apologizing and promising you that he’ll always protect and he doesn’t want to hide you both anymore? He wants the world to know he has the most beautiful baby girl

[siderealxmelody]

She gasped metling into the kiss. She couldn't help but laugh at that. Still, it made her heart soar. Even with all the noise and anger from behind that door all that mattered to him was her.

Could she be any more lucky?

She shimmer out of the rest of it not wanting to move too far from him. She shivered feeling the cold in the air. That didn't last long as he kissed her again. She curled her hands in his collar wrapping her legs around his waist.

She dragged her lips down his neck nipping at his skin.

"If you want your present now why are you stalling my heart?"

an-endless-saga​:

She whined and glared at him as he stepped back. She followed him leaning up to kiss him. Fingers running over his neck, his collar.

“But I want you to take it off me. That’s why I made sure it was a knot.”

She smirked at him poking his shoulder.

“Even you can figure out how to undo a knot without getting overwhelmed.”

She jumped as she heard pounding on the door, and someone yelled about holding up a line. Her shoulders dropped maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do this year.

She stepped closer to him as the yelling continued. She hated that, that uncontrolled anger type of yelling. Sure she and Aleksander had their fair share of nasty fights. But she couldn’t remember a time he’d yell at her like that. They were both horribly stubborn about a lot of things and weren’t above going low to prove a point.

Somehow she could wether that but not this type of yelling. It reminded her too much of her father, of the preamble before he got his belt.

“Maybe we should go somewhere —”

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, holding her closer and kissing her senseless, as his hands reached around to wrap around the ties that bound her dress. ❝ They can wait, ❞ he breathed against her skin, and started to guide her back a bit. He didn’t spare the door another glance. It was locked, it would hold, they didn’t have to worry about anything getting in their way– 

❝ What matters, my love, is my present. ❞ He grinned, watching as the fabric started to slip from her shoulders, down her ever-more-naked form. Her beautiful body that was deserving of every ounce of worship he gave her. And then even more than that. 

❝ And I want it now. Not later. ❞ And he kissed her, fingers sliding through Anastasiya’s hair as Aleksander lifted her, his arms curled around her soon enough to press her to him. 

[rikirachtman]

Chapters 5-8 of My Immortal, but it’s Dave Mustaine instead (an ongoing series)

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a posr or a metalica fan (same thing rly)! Da only reson Larz swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Larz made and Jamz and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris focks!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my face.  Jaimus comforted me. When we went back to the castle Lorz took us to Kork and Cloff who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Garage!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Clif.

“How dare you?” demanded Krik.

And then Jamz shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!”

Everyone was quiet. Larz and Clif still looked mad but Kerk said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Jamz and I went upstairs while the posers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Dav?” Jarms asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the boy's dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a Vic Ratlhed cosplaye. When I came out….

Jaimz was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘am i evel' by Dymond Hed. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up pozrs ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The next day I woke up in my bible coffin. I put on nothign dis time bc fuk clothez

In the Great Hall, I ate some Dethio's cereal with pozr blood instead of milk, and a glass of holy watr. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the holy watre spilled over my naked chest.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the face of an alien boy wiff curly hair and a big butte-chin. He looked exactly like Weerd Al. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection (which i got btw).

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Martie Fredman, although most people call me Marty-San-Chan-Senpai-Desu these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love anime.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a weeaboo.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Jamz came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. ratl ur godamn hed

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Dav isn’t a Marie Sue ok he isn’t perfect HES A CHIRSTIAN! n he has problemz hes angery 4 godz sake!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXZXXXXXXXXXXXXX

J4m3s and I held our sunburnt orange hands as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Vic Ratlhed earings (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Marty-Chan. Genki was in his kawaii eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Jmz. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Games. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my mom jeanz and he took off his leather pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Jemz, J00ms!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Germ's arm. It was a heart with a anime girl on it. On it in kawaii japanese words were the words........... Martye-San!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Jeff pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Jim ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Marty-Senpai's classroom where he was having a lesson with Profesor Steve Vai and some other people.

“MARTE FELDMAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a posr and a liberal!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXX

Everyone in the class stared at me and then Jemfmzfzmzkfz came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Dav, it’s not what you think!” JKmkamzkmfz screamed sadly.

My friend Daved Junor Elfson smiled at me understatedly. he flipped his  long sholder-length metal sandy hair and opened his crimson eyes like blood because he was wearing contact lenses on. he had white skin. He was kidnapped when he was born. His real parents are Starbucks drinkers but Dunkin Donuts fans killed his mother and his father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. He still has nightmares about it and he is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out his real last name is Elefson and not Junor. (Since he has converted to Christianism he is in Megadef not Mretalica. )

“What is it that you desire, you puss fag slut!” Clif demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Marty Friedchicken, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Jamz Hetfold!!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Dav was so mad at me. I had went out with Marty-san (I’m bi and so is Dav) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Babymetal. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was metl. (Haha, like I would hang out with a j-pop poser.)

“But I’m not going out with Jamz anymore!” said Martorious.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Garage where I had lost my virility to Joms and then I started to bust into tears.

(I haven’t been planning ahead in regards to how I’m going to adapt this story to the Deth/Tallica narrative, so certain character matchups (like Lars and Dumbledore, for example) are going to rapidly get more nonsensical and convoluted as this goes on)

[hetbangersclub-blog]

James Hetfield imagine

Imagine waiting backstage with James before a show. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso and began to whisper in your ear all the things he'd like to do to you after the show. . .     His hot breath made your hair stand on end and little shivers run up and down your spine.  The touch of his powerful hands reminded you of how much bigger he is than you, stature - wise, and it only made you more eager for the late night with him.  

         * * * * *

    You had waited until the last song was over before excitedly making your way to the tour bus. Heart pounding, you slipped between venue staff and roadies - avoiding all people and obstacles with ease. There was one thing on your mind and it made your focus crystal clear.     The maze of halls and corridors was nearly solved; you were close to back of the venue now. Close to where the bus was parked... Close to James.     A firm grasp on your shoulder sent you spinning 180 degrees. A million thoughts passed though your mind before a second hand gripped your other shoulder, leaving you face to face with the object of your desire.     "And where do you think you're going so fast?", James' voice was almost nothing but a low whisper, after playing a whole set and chasing after you shortly after.     "T- to the bus," you responded, slightly confused.     Did he not remember all the promises he made just an hour ago?     "Fuck that", a little more feeling in his voice now that he'd caught his breath. "Too far away. Let's find somewhere a little more... 'now'."     He was already striding down the hall, with you in tow, struggling to match his determined strides. Without warning, he turned sharply and the two of you were suddenly in a dimly lit room. The weak lighting revealed shelves of old sound equipment, not much else.     In one swift move, James locked the door and pinned you to the wall behind it. His hold on you so tight, you felt as though he could snap your fragile frame in two if he wanted. You could feel his stubble gently scratching against your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses behind your ear and down to your collarbone, every now and then leaving bite marks.     "I didn't think I'd make it through the show," he breathed between kisses.     "I didn't think you would either," you said with a smile as you reached down and felt him through his black jeans, knowing that he was already very hard.     You enjoyed the little noise he made when you did so, even though it was barely audible as he continued to work his way kissing along your neck and down onto your chest.     "Oh no you don't, not yet," he said tauntingly.     He pushed you harder against the wall, pinned one arm with his body and the other with his hand. The energy between you two was electric, as James was focused on dominating you. When his mouth finally reached fabric instead of skin, he used his free hand to move your shirt out of the way. Only what seemed to him a mere repositioning to him actually ended up ripping the fabric. Your shredded top hung off your shoulder, and James didn't seem to mind as it gave him easier access to reach around and unclasp your bra.     Obstacles removed, he continued to make his way down your torso, sucking on one breast while grabbing the other. As you felt them harden, you let out a loud moan that had been building. Despite his best efforts to be in complete control, you sensed him metling a little at the sound. You took advantage of the split second and wriggled one hand free to undo his belt and pants.     When you palmed him this second time you could see how much you were really doing to him, even though his physical size seemed to put him at an advantage.  He released your breasts and used both his hands to slide your jeans down. Even as turned on as you already were, the touch of his hands on your thighs made you even more wet.     He didn't even bother to take them all the way off.... Once both jeans and panties were out of the way, he touched you, thrilling you so much your shoulders pushed back into and your back arched towards him.  He continued to rub between your legs as you hurriedly undid his pants the rest of the way and reached down along his smooth, sweaty hips to pull away his underwear - all the while still writhing at his touch.     Satisfied with your reactions, he finally allowed the fulfillment you'd both been waiting for.  Once inside, he filled you completely and it made the small wait worthwhile. You kicked your jeans off your ankles, and he wrapped your legs around his waist - simultaneously hoisting you off the ground and further up and into the wall.     He knew exactly what to do and he did it very well, hitting all the right spots. You must've felt great on him too, because his head went back and a low, throaty moan escaped him. The two of you went on, in perfect rhythm, him speeding up just when you needed it. Your fingernails began to dig into his shoulders as you felt yourself getting close. James was nearing climax too, his fingertips leaving faint bruises on your thighs.     "Fuuuuck," he breathed.     The final wave of ecstasy hit the two of you in harmony, and you felt yourself completely give in to the pleasure that had been building in your core.  Finishing in sync with you, your "mighty lion" then dropped his head into your shoulder.  His wild mane fell all around you as you both savored the last of the high together.     Once redressed, you both cautiously stepped out of the room and back into the hallway. The foot traffic had died down considerably and you thought the two of you would make it back to the bus undetected. Just when you thought you'd made it, Lars stepped out of seemingly thin air and addressed James,     "What the fock, man I've been looking everywhere for ya. If you don't hurry to the bus, the beer's gonna be gon--".  He noticed you trying to hide your torn shirt and bite marks by positioning yourself behind James' big arm. "Well nevermind," he winked, "I see you had something better."    

[readingatdawn7]

Reflections

I just realized I never posted this here.

A short story (1114 words) that takes place after Kara and Alice leave on the bus.

They had gotten on the bus.

The man stood there as the snow began to fall, drifting slowly down onto the crowd around him. Through the fog of each breath that he took he could see them, the smallest of the group looking back out over the crowd one last time before disappearing inside. She was gone, just like his wife and his daughter before.

But this time he'd had a chance to say goodbye.

He stood there long after the bus had pulled out of sight, shoulders rising and falling. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in--

He'd hugged her, held her close. The fear in their eyes when he'd called for security, the words that Android had spoken... He'd knelt down and hugged the little girl, a forgiving one that he realized then and there that he probably didn't even deserve. Not after everything he'd put her through. Put them both through.

Finally he tore his eyes away, forcing himself to move. He made his way back to his car, but after climbing in realized that he didn't want to go home. Not yet. So he drove, not caring for the soldiers still about the city. He was stopped and checked, of course, promising the soldier he would return home as soon as possible. A lie, one of many he'd said for so long. He wouldn't do drugs, he'd stop taking them, he wouldn't deal red ice, he wouldn't hit--

The park was quiet, a sanctuary for peace in this upheaval of a night. They'd been here long before everything, back when they were still together. Back when he was still with his daughter. He could remember their laughter as he chased the two through the grass, the sun a bright ball in the sky. The last time he was here it had been summer, the grass was soft beneath their feet with vibrantly colored flowers, her hair blowing back in the wind...

He leaned against the railing, looking out over the water. It wasn't the same as it had been on that summer day, so many years ago. So much had changed in his life, and now even more so in the city around him. His gaze drifted down, eyes meeting that of his reflection a bit below. Small bits of frizzy brown hair were sticking out from under his hat, nose red from the cold and eyes bloodshot. His green scarf hung over the railing, drifting lazily in the slight wind that blew over him. He watched his reflection's shoulders move with each breath as he came to a realization.

He thought he had been fine with who he had become and what he did.

He wasn't.

Quickly going through his options the man finally bent down, grabbing a ball of snow and flinging it out as far over the water as he could with an angry shout. He watched it fly until it dropped into the water, disappearing into the dark depths of it. He looked down at his hands, feeling the chill from the snow sink into his skin before looking back over the water. It hadn't yet settled from the snowball, the moon's reflection a shaky light on the surface. And he came to a decision, spinning in place and heading back to his car.

The house was dark and empty, devoid of any sign of life. The man stepped in, flicking on the light as an echo of a memory played in his head.

A young girl with bright blond hair racing toward the door, the biggest grin on her face as he came in. He would then sweep her off her feet, tickling her like a madman as he crossed over to the kitchen. She was always there, the warm smile on her face.

He walked over into the living room, picking up a notebook as he ran a finger over it's spine. His list of contacts, who had paid him for his dealings, who didn't, who he needed to call to get what he needed-

An impulse hit, the man grabbing his pipe and heading into the backyard. The snow had started to fall harder but he didn't care, shifting a discarded tire to a patch of dirt and tossing the items inside. A few bags of red ice, more paper, a few sticks all joined the small mound. A lit match was the last thing to be added, and he watched the flame begin to rise despite the snowfall. The bright orange glow warmed his body and hands as he watched it flicker higher and higher, a strange smile on his face. Finally he turned, heading inside long enough to grab the phone before heading back outside to watch the flame.

It was probably almost two in the morning where she was as he dialed the number, but frankly he didn't care. Not tonight. Not anymore. The voice on the other line finally picked up by the second ring. "Hello...?"

Even after all this time her voice still made his heart skip a beat, even with how tired it sounded. He was so taken aback, having not spoken to her since...

"Hello?" Her voice was more stern, annoyed that whoever had called her hadn't answered. "If you don't say anything I'll hang up-"

"Kathy." Her voice broke off when he spoke. "I... It's me."

She didn't respond for so long he almost thought she hung up. "Todd, listen. I really don't want to help you with-"

"I don't need help." His voice was sharp before he caught himself, gaze still focused on the fire. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. "I mean, I do, but not yours. I'm... I'm gonna go see if I can find somewhere to go, after all this android business has died down."

"Alright. But he's asleep and I don't want to wake him up."

"I know, I won't be much longer." He watched each snowflake that drifted too close to the fire, metling before it could even touch the flame. "I just... How's Abby?"

There was silence on the other side before he finally recieved an answer. The two talked for a few minutes more, but this time with a promise that they could talk at a better hour.

Todd leaned forward, hands curled around the phone as he sat on a rock in the yard, watching the smoke rise in a cloud even darker than that of the night sky, speckled with bright white snowflakes. The moon glowed behind the clouds, stars barely visible in the darkened sky. He closed his eyes, a smile on his face as he took in the warmth of the fire.