#YOU ARE TAKING SWIMMING LESSONS WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND GOD DAMN IT

[vixlenxe]

“Unless he fully plans on drowning if he falls in water & can’t use his powers, that bloody cripple can at least learn to fucking float.”

In other words, you getting in a pool, you skinny bastard.

[a-supernatural-writer]

hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O 

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look. 

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge. 

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining. 

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them. 

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy. 

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest. 

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes. 

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko. 

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green. 

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look. 

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess. 

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour. 

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed. 

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute. 

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it. 

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips. 

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night. 

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along. 

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so. 

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions. 

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.  

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights. 

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here. 

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it. 

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to. 

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort. 

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks. 

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings. 

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat. 

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm. 

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires. 

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them. 

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.  

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed. 

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out. 

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own. 

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

[xhannahbananax03]

Swimming Lessons Chapter 1

Words: 1214

Chapter Warnings: Mild cussing, age difference, pining

MASTERLIST

It was a hot summer day, scorching hot. The rest of the group was sitting around, sweat dripping down everyone's foreheads. "What the hell are we doing inside, when we could be outside swimming?" Max grumbled, annoyed.

"Yeah (y/n), what are we waiting for exactly?" Lucas repeated the question for the hundredth time. Rolling your eyes you looked back up at the clock, almost time...

Mike stood up and walked into the kitchen grabbing another can of Cola. "Leave her alone guys... Its almost 3, then we can all go swimming while (y/n) goes to do... Whatever it is she's doing." He told all of his friends before cracking open the can making everyone's head turn.

He sighed heavily before trudging back into the kitchen to grab out 5 more cans of the crisp drink. You however were too busy watching the time go by to even notice the fact that your bathing suit was sticking to your skin uncomfortably. "Two more minutes..." You told yourself softly.

"Two more minutes until what?" Dustin piped up coming to sit by you. Dustin had always had a crush on you. Lucas had once had a crush on you, but grew out of that once max rolled into town, with that smoking hot brother of hers.

"Until I gotta go." You told Dustin not taking your eyes off the clock, 1 more minute... To say you were excited was an understatement. When you signed up for swimming lessons at the local pool, you naturally thought they'd sign you up with a girl. But all the women working at the pool we're already booked, leaving you with one option... Billy Hargrove.

"Go where?" He asked raising an eyebrow at you, not taking his eyes off of you. You huffed air out of your nose and finally turned to look at him, "none of your damn business "dusty bun"..." You snickered and air quoted the nick name his "girlfriend" from camp assigned to him. You looked back up at the clock and saw it was exactly three. Shooting up from your spot you rushed to grab your bag and slung it over your shoulder, "ok time to go guys." Everyone in the room quickly stood up and slipped on their shoes excitedly.

Opening the door you quickly ushered everyone out the door, watching them as they all climbed into their bikes, Max grabbing up her skateboard and walking out towards the road.

You quickly locked the door and grabbed your bike setting yourself on it and pedaling towards Max, "Everyone ready?" You shouted over your shoulder, hearing a collection of "yeah" you started moving up the street towards the pool.

Once you reached a fork street, one leading further into town, one leading out to the river, you waved to your group of friends, "see you later guys!" You said as the all went in the opposite direction.

Riding your bike into town you went down to the pool seeing the parking lot almost full. "Showtime..." You whispered to yourself. Walking up to the front counter you rung the bell, waiting for someone to come up and let you through since you were technically paying for the lessons, you shouldn't have to pay to get in.

A loud lip smacking sound appeared in front of you, Heather... You looked up and saw the brunette girl leaning against the counter peering over her white sunglasses at you. You wondered how she kept those things so clean?

"Can I help you?" She asked sharply drawing your attention back to her dark brown eyes.

"Um yes... Sorry... I'm here for swimming lessons?" You asked politely, hoping and praying she wouldn't ask for money.

She pulled out a clipboard from underneath the counter and dropped it on the cheap Formica counter top making a loud bang erupt from the area, causing you to jump slightly.

She looked you up and down before looking back at the clipboard, "name?" She asked smacking her lips together as she chewed her minty gum.

"Oh uh, (y/f/n)..." You said loud enough for her to hear, but still shyly as you fiddled with the strap of your bag.

She hummed in acknowledgment and ran her finger across all the names on the list before double tapping on a name you assumed was yours.

She signed a little spot on the paper before sliding the board away from her, bringing out a walkie talkie and making eye contact with you. "Hargrove" she spoke into the large device.

You blushed and looked down at your feet, but you could still feel her eyes boring into you, looking over every square inch of you. "Heya doll face." His deep rough voice crackled through the speaker.

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily finally looking away from you, "clear out the pool, you're student is here." She grumbled looking down at her perfectly manicured hand.

You looked back up and to your left, looking at the pool, you could here a loud whistle then a shout, "everyone out! Closed until 4!" Exactly 30 mins from now.

You could see his built legs swiftly climb off the lifeguard stand before the rest of him came into view. You saw him look into the office and immediately frown once he saw you.

You quickly looked down and shuffled your feet, "girls locker room is that way." Heather spoke up and pointed to a door behind you. You nodded your head shyly and walked in that direction before entering the room.

Inside there was a bunch of young girls, teenagers about your age, and older women. Suddenly you saw your little sister pop around a corner, your mother in tow. "(Y/n)!" She squealed excitedly, running to you before wrapping her small arms around your thighs.

"Hey Holly." You said with a smile rubbing her head, "hey Mom..." You groaned out softly as she walked up to you in her skimpy bathing suit. You knew exactly why she came here nearly every day, and part of you despised her for it, but part of you was glad she decided to not let her fantasies go any further than just seeing the older Hargrove.

She smiled brightly and walked over to you kissing your head to which you groaned loudly and moved away, "Hey honey!" She said excitedly, "excited for swimming lessons?" A few girls you knew from school looked over and snickered at you.

"Mom..." You groaned out, "stop it. Just go ok? I'll be home later." She rolled her eyes at you but nodded her head and grabbed her things before her and Holly left the room.

You slowly peeled off your clothes and put all your things in your locker, before heading to the shower. A quick one was all that was needed, more like required...

Once you were finished you walked out to the pool and swallowed heavily staring into the water all the way to the bottom, "scared?" A voice appeared right beside you making you gasp and jump back.

"Jesus Billy! You scared the shit out of me!" You held your hand over your heart and stared at the god with wide eyes.

He chuckled lowly and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in, "Welcome to swimming lessons loser."

[girls-love-girls1200]

66. Kim Lip x Reader •Together•

This came longer than expected, hope you enjoy it

Warnings: slight mention of abuse

A locker slammed shut a few feet away, one of the guys from the swim team threw you a flirty look as he passed by, his friends hanging around him like flies, resting your head against the cool metal, you closed your eyes, trying to regain control over your thoughts, you didn’t even hear your best friend approaching until her face was an inch away from yours, dark eyes staring at you inquisitively,

“You look awful y/n jesus, weekends at your dad’s seem to be taking a toll on you.”

Picking up your backpack, you flung it over your shoulder, hitting a freshman in the face in the process, Siyeon broke out in a fit of laughter as she ruffled the poor boy’s hair before shoving him playfully, he didn’t seem to be having so much fun as scurried away without even giving you a chance to apologize, you let out a tired giggle before your eyes met with the disapproving ones of last person you wanted to see at that precise moment. Siyeon stopped in her tracks as she felt you tense up against her, but it was too late, the senior counsellor had already grabbed your arm, your best friend’s grip tightening around your other,

“Y/n, you will not avoid me any longer than you already have.”

You smiled sheepishly at the older woman who had insisted on scheduling sessions every Monday mornings with her, after having found out about your current family issues through a notice that unknowingly to you been passed to all your teachers.

“Listen Yoona, I get it, you’re young and full of passion for your job, you’re ready to help poor teens struggling with how butt ugly they are, but I do not need your help, I’m fine and more than competent to handle my emotions and my struggles on my own thanks, have a great Monday.”

Her pretty face morphed in shock at your words, shrugging her hands of your arm you made a quick b-line, dragging Siyeon behind you.

“Sarcasm and denial are not the way to deal with this y/n!”

“Ah! Lippie thank God you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into your girlfriend.”

Her hands reached for the sides of your face, lifting it slightly so that she could get a good look at it, she immediately noticed the dark circles under your eyes, you weren’t wearing any makeup, and your lips seemed more chapped than usual, you felt your body tingle under her worried gaze, pulling away from her you glared at Siyeon who only pulled her tongue at you,

“Why? What’s wrong babe?”

She tried to pull you back towards her so that she could look into your eyes but to no avail, you resisted, grabbing onto your best friends’ arm, Jungeun’s eyebrows furrowed with concern,

“Nothing is wrong, Yoona just tried to scold me for hitting a freshman, but I manged to get away from her devil grasp just in time.”

You knew your girlfriend hadn’t bought a single word you said from the second they left your mouth, she was about to reply when by miracle Jiwoo popped up from behind her, not even greeting an of you before diving into the wild account of how her weekend went, her bubbly voice cutting through the tense atmosphere that had been previously forming. You felt Jungeun’s inquisitive stare on you all the way to class, for probably the first time in your life you were relieved of arriving at your algebra lesson, your teachers’ expressionless face welcomed you in the doorway as you scurried inside, thinking about the imminent conversation that was going to happen the next time you’d see your girlfriend.

You knew avoiding confrontation was probably the least rational choice you could make, yet you found yourself sitting alone on one of the restricted balconies on your school’s second floor, with the curtains pulled inside you knew it was impossible to see you, this had become your go to spot whenever you felt like skipping class to be on your own, nobody ever used the language lab in the morning anyways, just making it easy for you to disappear when needed.

The night before had been so chaotic you hadn’t even had a moment to prepare your lunch for today, your stomach grumbling in complaint as you nibbled on some crackers that had been in your backpack since the previous week,

Your phone lit up on your lap, as another one of the girls sent you a message, asking where you were, you were about to turn it off when a message from your best friend arrived,

From Wolfass��: I know where you are, I’ve told the girls you had some homework to catch up on, Lippie isn’t buying it and she keeps staring at me as if she wants me dead. I’m terrified.

Your heart swelled with love at the realization the Siyeon would always have your back no matter what, it had been that way ever since you were in your diapers, she never left your side.

To Wolfass🐺: I owe you a thousand, love you so much.

As the bell rung you made the decision on skipping literature, guilt pooling in your stomach as you imagined Jungeun’s face as she walked into the classroom without seeing you in your usual spot next to the window, so that you could look at the birdies when things got boring.

Your phone vibrating dragged you out of your self hate spiral, another missed call from your girlfriend and a new message.

From Wolfass🐺: You know I got you, but I really think you should give Miss Lim a chance, you don’t have to handle this thing on your own babes, and you’re gonna have to talk to Lip at some point, that girl loves you so much she’s on the verge of killing herself from overthinking.

You felt your muscles tense in anxiety at the thought of having to talk to Jungeun about how you were being forced to spend the weekends at your dad’s place, she knew your relationship with him was complicated to say the least, but you were also aware of how much it would pain her to know what you really had to go through.

To Lippie💘: Sorry about today babe, not feeling very well don’t worry tho I won’t miss tonight’s game, I’ll see you there and we can talk after

To Lippie💘: I love you

From Lippie💘: I’m already worried but ok

From Lippie💘: ttyl

She was not happy at all. You cursed at yourself for being so damn stupid, knowing you should have been honest with her from the beginning, and yet, your own denial had stopped you. Not being in the right head space you packed your stuff and left. Your mom was on a day shift today so you knew there would be no one at home to interrogate you on how come you weren’t at school.

The chilly spring air nipped at your cheeks, wrapping your arms around yourself you closed your eyes as Jungeun’s familiar scent enveloped your senses,

“You’re so cheesy y/n, wearing your girlfriend’s team sweater at her first game as team captain. You almost make we want to throw up…”

You shoved Siyeon so hard she almost fell off the bleacher, ignoring her curses you scanned the field anxiously until your gaze fell on a familiar head of chocolate locks, Jungeun was busy tying her hair into a tight ponytail, her eyes scanning the crowd, timed seemed to stop for a second as her nervous gaze met yours, a toothy grin plastered itself onto your features as you waved at her. Her own smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as it usually did, giving you a small nod, she lowered her head back to the ground.

Your body worked faster than your mind, quickly getting on your feet after leaving your soda with Siyeon, you bounced down the crowded bleachers, making your way to the side of the field you pushed your way through the school paper club until you reached the fence that separated you from the team. You didn’t even have to call her, in a second your girlfriend was in front of you, hands resting on the cold metal between you. Your hand reached for her cheek as you smoothly pulled her into you, her lips fit perfectly between yours, a low hum of appreciation swallowed in the kiss. Pulling away as you heard her coach calling all the players to him, you smiled warmly,

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great, just as usual.”

Jungeun’s cheeks tinted pink at your words, you caught her red lips in one last loving kiss before turning around, your girlfriend’s eyes never leaving your figure as you made your way back to your seat, warmth spreading through her entire body after the quick interaction. She was ready to win.

The eerie car park was almost empty by the time your girlfriend stepped into it, in a second she had spotted your figure, resting against her car, scrolling through your phone, with the last energies that remained Jungeun sprinted towards, a surprised squeal leaving escaping mouth as she lifted you into her arms.

“Well look if it isn’t miss star player herself.”

An embarrassed groan tumbled out of her lips, running her hand through her soft hair she smiled at you. There were these moments in your relationship in which neither of you had to say a word, and yet you both understood, you knew her smile meant more than she could ever even put into words, yet a shadow of concern still lurked in the corner of her eyes.

“I like seeing you in this sweater, I think it brings me good luck.”

Her long fingers toyed with the strings of your sweatshirt, slowly creeping up until they reached your chin, she pulled your face to meet her own. Again, as her lips danced with yours, you could understand exactly what she wanted to say, her fingers trailing down to your hips, suddenly you found yourself pressed against the cold metal of the car, unsure whether the goose bumps came from that or from your girlfriend’s tongue sliding against your bottom lip, almost as if she was asking for your permission. Your fingers pulled teasingly at the soft baby hairs on the back of her neck, her cold hands finding their way under your shirt eliciting a small hum of appreciation that only seemed to spur her on, her lips detached from your own before leaving a hot trace along your jawline, on your pulse point, teeth nibbled at your sensitive skin as your head tilted back in response.

Jungeun pulled away at light speed as a series of whistles and cat calls echoed through the parking lot, a few of her teammates that had obviously lagged behind could be heard laughing as they made their way to their own vehicles, your girlfriends head burying into your neck, you could only imagine the shade of crimson her cheeks had turned. Chuckling softly you caressed the back of her head before getting into the car, your fingers toyed with the heating panel for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the unspoken words that hung in the small space, you could feel Jungeun’s eyes on you every few seconds.

“Please keep your eyes on the road, I would like to make it home alive.”

She didn’t even bother clapping back at you with some snarky comment like she usually would, her hand snaking from the gearshift to your thigh, giving a light squeeze, her gaze straight ahead, a nervous sigh fell from your lips as you focused on the trees flying past you.

“My dad won his latest custody appeal.”

You took the complete silence that followed your statement as an invite to carry on,

“Which means, I now have to spend weekends at his place.”

Jungeun slowly nodded her head as she processed the news, you took her eyebrows furrowing as a bad sign,

“Which is, as you know, the last place I ever want to be. But he convinced the judge that he is a brand-new man, three years sober and with an actual job in a garage downtown.”

The older girl seemed to know where this was heading as her fingers intertwined with yours, her thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand,

“Only one of those two statements is true, I’m sure you can guess which.”

As you turned into Jungeun’s driveway the car came to a stop, unfastening her seatbelt she turned to face you, her thumb reaching to wipe away a tear you didn’t even know was there.

“Y/n why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Biting at your lip, you couldn’t seem to find a plausible answer to that very easy question, you were scared to look into her sweet eyes as the silence around you became almost suffocating.

“I’m not angry babe, I just wished you would have told me, I’m sure my mom could help us figure something out, y/n you can’t stay at that place if it isn’t safe, please, don’t do this to yourself. If something happened to you I...”

Tears started falling from your eyes as you felt the concern oozing from every pore of her body, not being able to stand seeing you like this, Jungeun pulled her seat back as you took the invitation to climb onto her lap, small sobs rattling through your body, one of her hands started rubbing comforting circles on your back, the other pulling your head even closer to her as she kissed every inch of you she could reach.

“I don’t want you to be scared y/n, I promise we’ll figure this out, together.”

[firewoodfigs]

into each life some rain must fall 

Six times he stands before a grave in the rain, grieving. But this time, courage is reborn. [5+1 Things] 

read on ao3 

i.

Riza Hawkeye is terrifying. This is the first thought that crosses Roy’s mind when he sees her slicing up the carcass of a chicken (or is it a duck?) without even flinching. So when it rains that day, he doesn't think it’s necessary to find her, in hopes of passing her an umbrella. Truthfully, he doubts someone like her is even capable of catching the common cold.

Perhaps it’s childlike bravery, or sheer stupidity, but Roy decides to search for her anyway. He can think of many reasons why this is an awful idea. First, Roy knows he’s kind of good-looking, the same way he knows he’s sort of ingenious and incredible. But he also knows his aunt is paying a lot of money for his lessons, and that he’s here to learn; not to chase girls or get a girlfriend. Second, he knows from his sisters’ stories that the female imagination is capable of unimaginable things, and he most certainly does not want her, of all people, to get the wrong idea.

If word ever gets out about the little stunt he’s about to pull, his sisters would never let him live it down.

But thunder rumbles in the distance, and rain pelts down incessantly, relentlessly. It’s enough to make even a grown man shiver. So he jogs over to her school in quick strides, searching for a socially awkward urchin with messy golden hair and a terrifying glare.

Roy only manages to find her in the end, after what must have been hours of searching. She’s not at school, no. She’s kneeling in front of a tombstone with a bunch of wilted freesias and roses, staring blankly at the inscription written on it.

He says nothing, only lifts his umbrella over her grieving form and lets half of himself get drenched.

Miss Hawkeye glares at him when she finally notices his presence, but accepts the umbrella begrudgingly nonetheless. As she turns around to face him, he sees rivulets streaming down her cheeks, and Roy wonders if it's the rain or her tears.

She rubs her eyes impatiently. “It’s just the rain,” she insists, even though the umbrella shields her from the raging storm overhead.

ii.

Master Hawkeye dies in his arms after begging him to take care of his daughter. He’s only twenty, halfway through the academy and still unacquainted with death. He’s too stunned to care about decorum and propriety and honorifics at the moment, and ends up yelling for Riza to come.

She appears a moment later, hair still a dishevelled, dampened mess; knuckles white from gripping the doorframe so hard. Her eyes are hollow and she’s too numb, too shocked to say or do anything as she stares at her father’s unnaturally still form.

For a long while, nothing he says seems to elicit any kind of response from her. It’s almost like she’s catatonic; trapped in another dimension where he can’t reach her.

He ends up taking care of the burial and the estate and everything else.

The funeral passes by in a haze. It’s a small, quiet affair. His master has never had many (or any, actually) friends to begin with, anyway, given his eccentricity and preference for seclusion.

Roy stays by her side before a gravestone again afterwards. It’s a sunny day. She doesn’t kneel this time; only stares quietly at the name engraved on it like it belongs to a stranger rather than a father.

To his dismay, he learns that, unlike him, she has no other living relatives or family to turn to. How lonely must it be, then, being trapped in this nondescript, deserted town all by herself?

So he offers her his contact details; his dreams and aspirations for the future as an excuse for them to maintain some semblance of a friendship. It’s probably closer to an acquaintanceship, given that they hadn’t really spoken much even during his stay at the Hawkeye manor. Either way, it’s better than being all alone, he thinks.

In exchange, Miss Hawkeye simply responds with a small, sad smile before asking if she can entrust her back to his dream; offering her own naive ideals and hopes for a better, brighter future.

And then, she unbuttons her blouse as soon as they return to the manor to unveil an intricate array begging to be deciphered. For all his brains and talents Roy can only stare, shell-shocked.

What the hell had his master done?

The sky begins to weep for the abuse she’s endured for the sake of bearing an alchemist’s legacy. But the misty rain can’t wash away the ink splaying out like blood on her back; the pain she must have suffered during the excruciating procedure.

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing he can say to break the silence that hangs over them like a death sentence, as he crosses the distance between them to ghost his fingers over the apology inscribed onto her back.

Miss Hawkeye offers him an impassive shrug. “It… it doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, but her shoulders are quaking and her hands are trembling as she grips on to her blouse for dear life.

iii.

The war finally ends. Rain descends from the heavens like drops of silver after what must surely have been hell on earth. A rarity, Roy thinks, where condensation in the air is caused only by blood, not water. A gift from the gods (do they exist?), perhaps. He lifts his palms heavenward, as if begging for the rain to wash away his sins; his scars and his very soul.

It doesn’t. A soldier like him now inured to violence and gore doesn’t deserve such a reprieve.

At the very least, though, the Hero of Ishval is grateful that it renders him useless. A hero. The title sits uncomfortably on his tongue, in his gut. He’s nothing more than a murderer; a monster, and he doesn’t want any medals of gold or glory emblazoned across his military garb. Not when they’re just symbols celebrating death and destruction.

Roy watches from the distance as a sorrowful silhouette with a familiar tuft of blonde hair kneels over a makeshift grave.

“An Ishvalan child, shot and left to die on the roadside alone,” she explains reverently with a forlorn smile, when he inches closer to ask whether it’s a fallen comrade.

He swallows thickly. God, if only he’d kept his ugly mouth shut back then. Then maybe she’d still just be shooting birds and rabbits and antelopes. Maybe she’d still be making chicken soup for dinner now (imagining the smell of cooked meat is enough to make him nauseous). Maybe she’d still be stuck in the raffish countryside; in that countrified, eerie manor all by herself.

Being alone, he thinks, is still infinitely better than being surrounded by cadavers in a deluge of blood-stained sand.

The… sniper (The Hawk’s Eye leaves an awfully bitter taste in his mouth, like he’s biting a bullet) clenches her fist when she’s done, before asking him for the impossible.

“I have a favour to ask of you, Mr. Mustang,” she begins. “Please burn and crush my back.”

“There’s no way I can -” Roy replies immediately, almost yelling. How in the world could he burn her flesh, with the alchemy he’d learnt from her back?

“Please,” she says, begging for him to liberate her from the bonds chaining her to a deceased man so that she can be her own person. Just Riza Hawkeye, not the keeper of her father’s secrets.

“Damn it,” Roy curses under his breath. She makes it sound like it’s her fault for entrusting her father’s research to him. But isn’t he the one who had abused the power entrusted to him; defiled her trust, destroyed her hopes of everyone getting their happy ending somehow?

And yet... endings like these only exist in grand castles and fairy tales. Not in arid, scorched deserts, and most certainly not in their horror stories of ruthless murder and bloody genocide and endless strife.

If only he’d been a little less foolish back then. If only.

Roy relents.

iv.

Rain pours down in heavy, roaring torrents when he burns her back. Roy wishes it could fall through the roof somehow; douse the fire eating her at her flesh so he doesn’t have to hear her suppressed screams that come out as whimpers as she bites down on an old, ragged cloth. It breaks his heart to burn her, a friend he’s come to cherish and appreciate through all the hell they’ve endured together over bland coffee and stale bread.

But he does so anyway. Because it’s what she wants - no, what she needs. He lets the massive downpour swallow the sounds of their cries; lets the wind carry away the lethal secret that has killed hundreds (or thousands?) into the dark, endless void.

“It… it’s done,” Roy whispers breathlessly at last. He removes the burnt tissue carefully, mindful of her quivering frame before covering them with sterile dressings. Then, he gives her the painkillers he’d gathered from the apothecary, which she eagerly swallows.

He doesn’t dare meet her eyes while she’s still conscious, fearing that he’ll only see hatred swimming in them. How could she not, after all that he’s done? He wouldn’t blame her, to be honest. She has every right to, and he deserves every ounce of it.

Fortunately, the medicine kicks in quickly. Roy kneels before her half-lucid form as her eyelids begin to flutter shut. God, he wants to beg for forgiveness, but...

“I forgive you,” she murmurs sleepily even before he says anything, before finally falling into painless oblivion. Roy stays by her side, nervously close and gentle as he wipes her forehead with a cool, damp cloth to make sure a fever doesn’t develop.

Afterwards, he goes to her parents’ grave to beg them for forgiveness; to repent for all that he’s done to their daughter.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t fulfil your last wish, Master,” he cries, filled with regret that he hadn’t listened to his warning back then. The stones only stare back at him wordlessly. Self-reproach swallows him whole, the way squalls of driving rain completely engulf him.

A little less than a month later, Riza Hawkeye marches into his office, stoic and stalwart with an unrivalled expertise in guns and an unyielding duty to the living and the dead. He’s inclined to believe that maybe, just maybe, he can make the necessary reparations and restitutions with her by his side. And so he makes her his personal adjutant; gives her the right to shoot his back if he steps off the path.

It’s the least he can do after he’s defaced hers, after all.

“Will you follow me?” Roy asks apprehensively.

“If that is your wish, then even into hell,” she states, not flinching in the least. He wants to tell her that she’s already been through hell with him, and she doesn’t deserve anymore of that.

Instead, he grits his teeth and looks on ahead resolutely, determined not to let her down this time.

v.

Brigadier General Maes Hughes is buried on a relatively bright afternoon. The sun shines as birds sing and flowers begin to bloom. The spring sky shimmers overhead in a vibrant, cheerful shade of blue like it’s paying an ode to his sprightly nature.

And yet, the ceremony is distinctly somber: it’s filled with soldiers who aren’t allowed to break protocol and say their eulogies and prayers; a wife whose heart is torn asunder, who still yearns for him to return home, and a child who’s far too young to understand that he’s not coming back.

Colonel Mustang stands at attention as the soldiers lower his best friend six feet under. His stomach coils as his heart wrenches. He feels like throwing up again. A part of him wishes his body would stop behaving in this manner so that he can at least attempt to convince himself that this isn’t real; that it’s just a feverish dream which will be chased away by the morning light.

But it’s real. It’s not a dream. Because Elicia, darling Elicia is crying for her father. “Why are you burying Papa?” she yells. “He has to return to his work!”

Roy only barely manages to stop himself from grieving aloud. Years of military training, perhaps. He continues watching quietly as the bugle sounds off in Hughes’ honour instead, and waits for everyone to leave before saying his piece.

Well, almost everyone.

“... Are you alright?” His Lieutenant asks.

“Yes,” he answers unconvincingly. “It’s… it’s a terrible day for rain.”

She looks up at the vast horizon above them, a pretty pastel pink with tender ribbons of lilac streaking across. “It’s not raining -”

“Yes, it is,” he whispers, before donning the military cap once more.

Thankfully, Hawkeye understands. She gives him a moment to grieve, not bothering with senseless platitudes or empty sympathies. A crow caws in the distance, calling for the departed soul of his friend as he stands, uniform dry but cheeks inexplicably damp.

“Let’s go, sir. It’s getting chilly here,” Lieutenant Hawkeye calls gently. Colonel Mustang nods and obliges, leaving his best friend behind in the setting sun.

Daybreak arrives once more, like clockwork. His eyes are raw and red and swollen shut as he mulls over the consequences of ditching work for the day.

Hawkeye turns up at his doorstep with freshly baked bread and a warm cup of coffee just then: the morning light that offers him a brief respite from grief.  

vi.

It’s pouring this time as he stands in front of Hughes’ grave. Somehow, it always does whenever he stands alive before death.

The sky and rain are like sackcloth and ash, Roy thinks, as it falls on his shoulders and shrouds him from the rest of the world in a sad, pearly grey. But he’s been so scared and frustrated and exhausted over the past few months - from losing his closest friend, to dealing with a government corrupt to its very core and an impending nationwide catastrophe - that it’s a welcome relief.

“It’s almost time, Colonel,” comes a gentle voice in the midst of the gloomy darkness.

The downpour gradually lessens into a soft drizzle.

It’s impossible to miss the scent of her, lavender and petrichor masked beneath gunpowder even in this graveyard reeking of death. And it finally dawns upon Roy then, why the time they’d spent apart had felt like an eternity; why it’d pained him so badly like someone was ripping his innards out. Because he loves her. He loves her so much that it pushes out through every fiber of his being; that he almost can’t contain the urge to kiss her; hold her, keep her in his arms forever.

Behind him, he hears her feet shift subtly. Her breathing is weary and slightly laboured. A well-timed reminder that she’s very much alive, not buried underneath soil like the other rotting corpses in this god-awful place.

Roy bites on his lips, hard, to restrain himself from crushing them on hers. They don’t need any more fires between them when they already have enough to extinguish.

But she’s here now, at least, and that’s more than enough. It’s enough for him to keep moving forward despite having buried a part of himself alongside the man he’d seen as a comrade, a friend and a brother. It’s enough for courage to be reborn; for him to face another day with strength and hope.

“Let’s go, Lieutenant,” he says at last, a genuine smile crossing his features for the first time in months. She hesitates for a moment before trailing behind him, footsteps quiet and steadfast. And when they depart the land of the dead (together) to meet the maelstrom awaiting the living he’s not afraid anymore.

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Hey ! Can I please be request a Robin of Loxley x reader where he is practicing shooting his bow and doesn’t see his wife or girlfriend and hits her with the arrow ? He takes care of her wounds and makes sure she feels better because he of course has been through things like that. But of course feels terrible and worries about her . - let me know if want more requests I can send more your way

“Our kids gonna love this”

Ohh shoot, i know this took me forever. I am so sorry. I am in a terrible writers block. I even struggle with writing down two words.  But here it is, i hope you like it darling. Send in request anytime, hopefully it will be up sooner than this one :c

Pairing: Robin of Loxley x Reader

Warnings: Hurt, blood

Word count: 1333

It was a millisecond. No more than that, and the arrow he shot didn’t land on his target. You appeared from nowhere right in front of his aim, and there was no time to stop it. His throat dried out instantly, dropping his bow on the ground he watched helplessly as the sharp tip of the arrow hit your shoulder, piercing through the soft skin he loves so much. The pain and the collision caused you to collapse onto the ground, your hand searching for the source of the pain, pushing the arrow a little, that made you feel dizzy from the new wave of pain.You felt your body sink into the muddy ground, the coldness of the wetness on your back, and a warm dripping on your shoulder made an ultimate contrast. Robin regained his conscious, sprinting to your side, immediately putting his hands on the wound around the arrow, trying to stop the bleeding. The redness stained his hands, and he felt disgust and guilt. The feeling hit him in the chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. You moaned under his hands, trying to make out what happened just now. In one moment, you ran through the woods, desperately trying to reach the camp, fearing you are already late with the warning.

“What the hell Y/N?” You heard his voice through the foggy thoughts of yours.  “Robin?” You said, with panic in your voice. 

“Don’t move Y/N. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  He kept repeating that, more and more.

“Will told me that he’s attacking the camp, that he found you and he’s already sent out men here. I came to warn you.”

“What? No one is here Y/N. No one attacked us.” Robin breathed out, as his fingers tried to find a good grip on the arrow. The arrowhead was deep in your shoulder, and the only way to get it out was to pull. And he knew what that meant, but you didn’t. You never had to experience that kind of pain, and now here he is, causing you that pain. 

Your frightened state increased with the pain in you, causing you the panic mode. You tried to sit up, but there was no chance Robin would let you move.

“No, no love. Don’t force it. Just don’t.” He shushed you, trying to clear his mind to think and act to help you. He knew he have to get you inside of his tent as quick as possible and stop the bleeding. 

The bleeding. He only saw red. Red on your once white shirt, on the ground under you mixing with the mud, and on his hands. He had to remind himself that he can’t drown in the horrible sight, because you needed immediate care. He knew lifting you as probably a bad idea, but letting you lie in the dirty and cold mud was worse. He already felt your delicate body shake in his arms. He took a long and deep breath, and slide his arms under you, and with one smooth move, he lifted you from the ground. You growled, feeling the arrowhead moving inside of your shoulder, damaging the muscles and tissues. Robin tried his best to get you inside of the tent as quick as possible. 

He sat you down, feeling the warmer air around you, feeling the heaviness of your eyelids. The pain starts to drain your energy, and you couldn’t hear him anymore, even though you see his lips moving.  He desperately trying to reach you, but you are giving in. His hands tremble while his palm holds the arrow it’s sticking out of your shoulder. 

Tuck comes in rushing, wide eyed from the sight in front of him.

“What happened?” He asked, but Robin didn’t dare to look up at him, the guilt already eating him up from the inside. 

“She just appeared out of nowhere in front of my target, and…and…” He takes a little glimpse of his friend, but his expression didn’t give away any anger or disappointment. 

Then he remembers. Y/N said Will is attacking the camp, she must have been faster than them, and maybe they are already at the edge of the forest.

“Tuck, you need to find John, tell him Will is coming, maybe he’s already here.” He says firmly, almost ordering, anger building up in his chest. He looks up from your wound to Tuck, who is still standing there, mouth hanging open. 

“Go now Tuck!” He raises his voice, making Tuck snapping out of his shocked state. 

“Okay, okay. Find John..okay.” He stutters, and disappears.  

As your eyes stutter open, they see warm flickering lights, and a figure next to you. He’s just a shadow, but you know it’s him. You exhale, the tension leaving your body, knowing he’s safe and alive. But as your chest rises for the next dose of air, pain shots through your upper body.

 “Arghhh…” You breathe out, as our hands try to reach his back. Robing quickly turns to you, seeing your face crunch up in pain. 

“Shhhh. Don’t move love. Don’t move.” He hushes you, his voice is tired and weary. 

“Will…he said…” 

“I know, thanks to you we managed to trick them. They won’t come back.”

“Everybody is okay?” 

“Yeah, do not worry. you need to rest.” The candle light barely showing his face to you, but you still can find a little cut on his forehead.  

“What happened?” You ask him as your fingers touches the red cut. He doesn’t flinch.

“It’s just a scratch. Nobody got hurt, I promise.” You smile faintly, proud taking over your inner self, knowing you managed to warn them. Paint washes over you again, grimacing while you attempt to touch the sensitive spot on you shoulder. Robin feels his face warming up, the familiar feeling taking over him again. This very feeling that returned all day to him.  

You see him, a painful expression on his face, not hiding his guilt. His eyes meets yours, and after a long moment, while you swim in his intense gaze, he speaks up.

“I am sorry” You just shake your head. “Actually, you got hurt, and it wasn’t even Will.”

“Shut up Robin of Loxley!” You say almost angrily, but then smiling at him. 

“I wasn’t thinking. It’s not your fault. You know more than anybody, that if you let go of an arrow, it won’t stops until it hits something.” You smirk at him, dying to see his smile. And there it is.

“Thank you for your lesson, you should be the hooded guy with a bow, not me.” He teases. “Seriously, I am sorry.” 

His lips parts, you can feel his arm breath on your face. You can’t stop yourself from pulling him down to you, touching his lips with yours. You feel his all day struggle on his lips, and you want to take them away from him. Ease the weight a little from his shoulders. Your other hand moves for his upper arm, but instead of the contact of his skin, you feel warm liquid soaking your left side. You moan, the pain from your wound, and the sweet kiss mixing up in you. He immediately breaks the kiss, shooting you a look. 

“Damn Y/N. Told you not to move.”

“I’m sorry, you are irresistible.” Sadly joking isn’t helping with him now. You wasn’t joking tough. 

“Stay still now, I have to change the bandage.”He sits on your other side, now the lights illuminating his whole face to you. You watch him as he works on you carefully, washing away the blood, and bandaging you in a clean cloth. 

“I love you” You whisper, he stops for a moment, looking at you. 

“I love you” He says, pecking you lips before returning to you shoulder.

“You know, our kids gonna love this story.” You say, and you can’t hold back the laugh, when he looks at you in disbelief. “Ohhh, I bet.” 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Doggy Paddle, Doggy Style. Same Thing.

Summary- Starlord x Y/N. Peter Quill finally decides to visit Earth again. SMUT, Nsfw. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ fic off challenge. Challenged by @p8tn0lish​. Thanks Babes!

Word Count- 2.3k

“Lets talk about this plan of yours. I think its good. Except it sucks.” Peter told you, his very much tolerable girlfriend, whom at this point were just used to his blunt attitude, and his need for taking over plans. Your hands went to your hips when you decided to question him. 

“Whats wrong with visiting Zandar? Its nice, people are friendly, and just cause you cant seem to stay out of trouble there, that isnt my fault.” You happened to like the planet, even though Quill had a perchance to land into trouble, maybe it was the better option to let him chose where you two go. Rocket took Groot and Drax on a bit of a side quest, at your request and a big payout to Rockets account. You werent about to just blow this opportunity to zip around space, as you hoped the the fates, Peter wasnt about to suggest. 

“Earth” Peter shocked you, he rarely talked about Earth, and typically you all were all the way across the universe from the vividly blue and green planet. Peter was human, that was his home, but he hadnt been there since Yondu collected him. 

“You really want to go to Earth?” You questioned, clearly the hesitation in your voice. You had been asking him for years if he wanted to visit his home planet. And every time it was “No way babes, theres far better places to go” or “maybe after this job, cant pass this up.” and you all would zip to some far off corner as far away as possible.   

“Yup, in fact…. we be leaving right now, cause Im the captain.” Stealing a playful kiss, his hand grasping your chin and pulling you into him, his tongue danced over your lips and past your teeth to stroke a needy fucking whimper before smacking your ass, and falling into the seat at the controls, flipping them and a cocky grin was flashed at you as he stated. “How many jumps we got Sexy?” 

You to lick your lips after that kiss, it was one that you knew he would be playing off of for hours, little tickles here, nibbles in passing there. Quill was the best kind of frustrating man there was. “Uuuh… 10 jumps.” 

“Showtime baby!” With a push forward of a handle on the dash, the ship raced forward and prepared for the first jump. You settle in, feet up on the dash and you reach for a bag of snacks next to the seat, popping them in. “So, where we going on earth?” 

He typed in some coordinates and popped open his mouth for you to toss a morsel into, leaning back to catch it, and turned back to the screen. “Fountain Lake… my grandad used to take me there fishing after Mom got sick, give her some peace and quiet. He would bring an old radio along, and we would spend the day out there. Usually I was doing cannon balls off the side, but once in a while he get a pole in my hands.” 

You nod, letting his memories take shape in your imagination. You imagined Quill to be a curly haired boy, sun tanned freckles dotting his face and shoulders, much like they do now if you all happen to go to some planet with a bright sun. Maybe the corner of his mouth would flash up in a wide gaped toothy grin, having lost a front tooth. The idea of it made you smile to yourself, and you toss another piece of your snack at him. “You gonna teach me to swim? Cause I dont know how” 

“Oh baby, well you are looking at the master.” He winked, and unsnapping his belt, he reached over and collected you, tossing you over his shoulder and retreating to the back. “How about I give you a lesson in doggy style right now.” You two still had a couple hours till you arrived to earth, and Peter set you right on your shared bed, you tugging him down to kiss you, biting his lip with a growl. “Didnt we do doggy style last night? Didnt I pass?” 

He spanked your ass at that bite, and his hand grasped your waist, flipping you to your stomach, making you giggle. “Nope you didnt, why were doing this again baby, gotta know at least one technique before we land.” You arch your ass in the air wiggling it, biting your lip. “I think Im pretty good in several styles.” He moved to slide your shirt up your back and over your head, kissing up your spine and biting lightly on the back of your neck. “Well that you are, but its my duty to assure your saftety in knowing at least the most basic techniques after all.”

“Sure whatever you say Quill, if you INSIST” His fingers then hooked in the band of your pants, and slid them down to, you lifted one leg, and then switched to the other till they were off as well. His hands covered your ass cheeks, still a bit red from earlier and kneaded them. “Mmmhhh so pretty bent like this baby.” His teasing from earlier distracted as he admired you. Sliding a hand into the small of your back, he bent you down further till there was a distinct arch, all for him.  

You of course are more then ready to feel him slide into you, and you arch your ass back to press into his groin, taking the chance to look over your shoulder at him. “Sure am Starlord” You purr out and wiggle brows. He dips his head and takes a nip at your cheek, leaving teeth marks and making you squeal. Hands working at his belt and yanking his pants down to his ankles, a grasp to his cock slides between the folds, making you whimper feeling his thich head spreading your arousal and flick against your sensitive throbbing nerves, arching from it. “Call me that again.” 

“Okay, your such a fucken god damn tease, STARLORD.” You push back, the length of his cock filling between the folds, him rutting behind you, but he was holding back from entering you yet, his hands slid up your sides and around to grasp and fondle your breasts. Teasing, twisting, pulling, you groan in frustration at his cock teasing your folds, and the fact his fucking hands were playing you, you started to whine as he draped over your back, and kissed on your neck, his tongue lapping over the pulse and along your earlobe. “So so so pretty for Starlord, okay whiny baby.” 

His cock pushed against your entrance stretching around to accept him as he didnt toy you open earlier with his fingers. It was that tight and burning as he continued sliding into your wet entrance, you would have thrust back to bottom him right away, but he had moved up and grasped your hips to hold your still “Yea, Im well aware from yesterday how impatient you get.” Teasing as you fought for it, and all that wriggling your hips in his hold issued you another stinging swat, this time to your pussy after he finished filling you. Not that made you snap taunt, and your channel to flex around him, drawing the most guttered moan from above you. 

So you two both breathed through it, you still flexing and adjusting around him, that arch in your back, angling you Peter insisted on, well it changed the whole sensation. so much fuller then before, the fist time he dragged his cock through your channel to pull out, you moaned at how sensitive you were. His hand grasped your waist, and he started sharp snaps of his hips, and it pushed you right into the mattress, your face driven in and muffling your moans and gasps of his name, and it drove you mad. 

“Oh no sweetheart, what is my name?” 

Fucking Quill, he was all about driving you to calling out Starlord. His hand wrapped around your throat and tipped your head back, still thrusting into you enough to rock your body, fuck, could he go deeper? He leaned over your back, holding himself inside, the pressure built into maddening quantities, squeezing around him, two can play that game. Fuck, can he stay that seated in you. His hand around your neck, squeezed enough to cut off air, enough for you to see spots, and drive all those sensations further. 

“Starlord, STARLORD” 

“Good girl…” He muttered against your shoulder, and he released his hold. His fingers slipped between your thighs and pressured that bud, twirling, swirling, pressing as he rubbed, a fire spiraling along your limbs to pool in that nerve he toyed, until you were screaming, gushing yourself around him, and flying high as a mother fucking kite. His thrusts didnt slow any, and that hand he teased you with, he shoved those fingers in your mouth, leaving you to suck on them while he followed through with his own chase, just tasting yourself, fuck. HIs hips continuing to slam him against you, your arousal leaving you all over his groin, erratic and faster, your heightened senses left you gasping and lightly biting on his fingers. 

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass left him cursing and you pushed back to meet him, squeezing vice like, enough to drive him over the edge, and you gave the most filthiest satisfied moans, feeling him coat your walls, and push himself in deeper as he groaned against the back of your head. Your limbs started to shake underneath his weight, your words muffled and he slid his fingers from your mouth and rubbed down your side, tipping his head to kiss along your neck. “Quill, your crushing me… “ You mention, and he circles your hand around your waist and tips the two of you over, him the big spoon, curling around you, not slowing down as he massaged your hip and kissed up and down your shoulder before laying back slightly. You had to admit, feeling satisfied, and cocooned in his embrace, you were loathed to check on how many jumps you had left. 

“Its on an alarm, we will know when were close.” Just like he was reading your thoughts, he was quick to pick up on what you were thinking. 

“Good, cause im not ready to leave you.” you wrap his arm gracing your stomach and hold him there.

“Yea, same here Sweetness” And you can feel how hes still buried in you, his chest pressed against your back and his warm breaths against the back of your neck. You two stay like this for a while, drifting off and on till that alarm beeps. At some point he had rolled to his back, snoring softly, and you shift to the end of the bed, grabbing a pair of panties that were discarded earlier, and your shirt. Slipping it on as you walked to the control panel and silenced the alarm. Below you, taking up the main front of the ship was the sight of earth. 

Its beauty never failed to catch your breath, all that vivid blue, dotted with green and tan so scattered, small white wisps swirling in what appeared to be unusual patterns. One half brightly light, and the other, shadowed, seeming to hide from sight, and yet little fireflies of light scattered throughout in the cities. And so full of life, teeming with it, even though from here, you could see none of it short of the electricity scattered. You felt an arm wrap around you and Quill, unnaturally quiet stepped up beside you. 

“Beautiful, isnt it?” You say as you lean your hear against his shoulder. 

“Yes it is… Yondu never liked coming back here, and it slipped my mind what it looked like. When I left his ship, I was never ready to return.” 

“Well… how about we introduce Starlord to home?” 

“I would like that very much” His arm tightened around your shoulder and he kissed your temple “Lets begin the descent.”

“Aye aye Cap’n” you teased and the two of you got to work. 

The first step off the ship left you in bright sunshine, trees scattered along the edge, partially hiding the ship, the rest covered with a cloaking mechanism. Peter watched you with a smile as you leaned down and untied your shoes, kicking them off, a yank of the socks to push your feet into the grass. It tickled, but the cool blades that released an earthy sent when you pushed your feet to dig in. 

“Come on, lets actually swim doggy paddle this time.” He winked and taking your hand, led you down to the beach, careful as you walked against the pebbled shore, the two of you stripped down, with tosses of your clothes and he plunged right in. You on the other hand wadded in, arms over your chest and he swam up to your legs, tugging you to topple against him when he rose out of the water. 

“Quill! Your getting me all wet!” 

He smirked and holding you tight, started to sink the two of you into the water, till it was just your chins floating on top. “If your swimming, then its bound to get you all wet.” He pulled you out deeper till just your toes could scrap against the murkey bottom. 

Tapping your thighs, he kissed your lips, and muttered against them “Trust me, I got you, wrap your legs around me” And you let yourself float a bit, sliding your legs around his hip. “Ready to try that doggy paddle I taught you earlier?” He grinned, and you smacked at his chest lightly, laughing. 

God your boyfriend was an idiot on occasion.

@what-is-your-plan-today​

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 63

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When Antoine eventually woke up and stood to stretch – I scowled at the freedom I was explicitly not given – Grey staggered over to the still-warm berth and collapsed into a heap of rambling nonsense.  Antoine eyebrows shot up in curiosity as he tried to pat his hair down, glancing at me and my sister for answers.

We both shrugged, with Tyche clarifying “We were talking about food, then Grey shot off after a comment about a cast iron stomach and hasn’t said a single logical thing since then.”

With a Gallic shrug, he replied “It is what it is. Why were you talking about metal stomachs?”

“Phaal curry from Soph’s kitchen, balut, and other weird foods my sister has tried.”

“Ah. That would do it.” He tossed his version of a cheeky grin at me before leaning toward my sister.

Before his face could get anywhere in her vicinity, she shoved him playfully. “You stink. Go take a shower.”  Without pressing the matter, he winked – actually winked – and sauntered toward the door, more relaxed than I had ever seen him.

All I could do was blink at the display. “Is he always like this when he wakes up?”

She nodded, unperturbed. “He doesn’t have his professional face on yet.”

Huh. “I had no idea.”

A sudden silence fell on the room, the lack of snoring indicating that the other two occupants of the room were awake. “This is not what I imagined a grown-up sleepover to turn out like,” Maverick groaned while scowling at the tube in his arm. “There was a lot less blood, for one thing.  And more pizza.  Definitely more pizza.”

I smiled fondly at him and glanced on his other side, where Conor was doing his best impression of a grizzly bear just woken involuntarily from hibernation: stretch, grunt, scratch beard, stomp, kiss Maverick, stomp, grunt, kiss me, stomp to find hot water.  It was a routine thing, and actually calming in the present circumstances.

Tyche, however, stared after him with an expression like a cat who just had water flicked in her face. “Wow. Grouchy much?”

“Not a morning person,” Maverick yawned.  It only then occurred to me that this was the first time either had seen the other’s partner/partners first thing in the morning.

“But the stomping? That’s unnecessary.”

“Tyche, he is over two-hundred pounds. He’s going to stomp by default when he isn’t being careful. Maverick stomps, too. That’s why he didn’t get up.”

“And the blood,” he pointed out, scowling down again.

“Okay, yeah, and the blood. Don’t feel bad, love. Me, too. Constantly….”  It was true, too.  Noah had given up on removing the equipment from my arms and just transfused me as needed.  Hence why I wasn’t allowed to get up and stretch.

I wasn’t even going to think about how they were keeping me from needing to use to bathroom.  It was apparently need to know, and I Did. Not. Need. To. Know. Thank. You.

Tyche, the only one who could get up and walk around at will, checked over the most recent scans. “Well, the good news is that it looks like you’ve stabilized, Soph. Maverick, you’ll be out of the danger zone for a bit after that round, and we can talk to Miys about taking the needles out. Conor and Antoine are going to need to be hooked up today, though.”

“What about you?”

“I’m still okay for the time being, if I’m reading this right.” She tipped her head up toward the ceiling, a habit that exactly none of us had ever gotten out of. “Miys, can you confirm the results I’m seeing, make sure I read them correctly?”

“You are correct, Tyche. And as I am sure Wisdom will ask the same question she has asked every Terran hour she has been conscious, Derek, Zach, and Sam are doing well, as are Charly, Coffey, Sebastian, and everyone else. Nixe has deteriorated no further.”

I sighed. It was the best I could have hoped for, realistically.

“What exactly happened to the mermaid?” Maverick asked.  He had been fascinated with her ever since I bet Alistair swimming lessons with her. “Why is she in worse shape than everyone else?”

Considering almost the whole ship was being transfused with whole blood as fast as Miys could produce it, it wasn’t a huge margin. “She actually isn’t in bad shape as a direct result of whatever ‘Else’ is doing to us. But it did make her weaker than usual, and she was in the middle of a diving session when her nanotech failed…”

When I suddenly paled and went silent, Maverick reached out with his good hand and shook me, but I blocked it out.  I felt like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning and set on fire at the same time.  Her nanotech tail failed.

”Cast-iron stomach and the tail failed,too.” I announced, whipping my head toward my sister.

She looked horrified. “Oh gods, now you’re barmy, too.”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed her forearm. “No, Tyche. We said I have a ‘cast-iron’ stomach. That’s what set Grey off, not the illness. Whatever bacteria or virus or whatever is making us sick is taking up all the nutritive iron in our bodies, right?”  The door hissed as Antoine walked in, drying his hair, followed by Noah. “And they said nutritive iron does have actual elemental iron in the molecules, or whatever. And the tail failed, too. They weren’t talking out of their head – Grey meant Nixe’s nanotech tail!”

Antoine stopped dead in his tracks, towel forgotten. “Sophia, what are you talking about?”  I repeated everything I had just told Tyche and Maverick. “What else did Grey say before I woke up?”

“Something about segregating them for no reason, pyronasal RNA, evil instead of dexterous, bacteria is bacteria?”

“Pyranosyl,” he corrected absentminded, eyes focusing on something the rest of us couldn’t see. “Sinister instead of dexter, so our bodies would not see it as a pathogen. No immune response.”

Tyche threw her hands up in exasperation. “Great. Crazy is contagious. It’s killing us, of course it’s sinister.”

“Sinister instead of dexter,” I told her emphatically, nodding my head for emphasis.

Her eyes widened. “Left instead of right?”

“Oh! I know this one!” Maverick sat up, giddy despite the situation. “RNA is single-helix instead of double-helix like DNA, right?” Miys ‘nodded’ with one liw, so he continued. “I think he’s saying that DNA and RNA usually have a right-handed twist, but this stuff has RNA with a left-handed twist?” Another ‘nod’. He grinned with excitement before his face fell practically off his skull. “That’s why we’re malnourished instead of sick,” he whispered. “Our bodies aren’t even trying to fight it off, are they?”

Okay, fuck it. Despite Tyche’s attempts to stop me, I unhooked the transfusion equipment, dotting the floor with red as I made my way over to Maverick’s berth to hold him. “Are we going to die?” he asked in the smallest voice imaginable.

“Not if we can help it,” I promised. “We’re tough stuff, remember? The end of the world didn’t kill us. We’ll figure this out. Right?” I turned toward Antoine hopefully.

His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. “I believe that Grey started to make a connection with something. You said they said we should not segregate the two, correct?” I nodded tentatively. “What are we thinking of as separate from this situation?”

“Nutritive iron and elemental iron?” I asked hopefully.

Tyche jumped out of her seat just as Conor entered.  He startled, sloshing coffee on his shirt and groaning. Ignoring him, she started snapping her fingers. “Else is absorbing all the iron from our bodies, so we sorta know what that part means. The elemental iron must mean the diving platforms.”

Crash! We all turned toward Conor, who stood gaping at us, coffee cup shattered at his feet. “That is what’s in our bodies?”

“Conor – “

“No, Sophie. You didn’t see what it did to those platforms. Four tons of metal, reduced to twisted and flaking wrecks.  We would be falling apart like lepers if that was in us.”

I felt Maverick shake his head just as I saw Antoine to the same thing. “There is not enough iron in a human body to cause that level of catastrophic failure – “

“Oh yeah? Tell that to the fucking mermaid on life support!”

In an instant, Tyche interposed herself between her partner and mine. One hand struck Conor’s chest flatly, the other pointing a finger like it was loaded. “She almost drowned. Yes, it was because she was weak and the iron in her tail caused it to fail and give her even more dead weight.  But if she had passed out on land, she would be fine.  Right now, your boyfriend is scared to death, your girlfriend – my sister – is bleeding everywhere trying to comfort him instead of taking care of herself, and Antoine is trying to figure this out even though he is not a doctor.  So, stop. Fucking. Yelling.”  With a huff, she shoved both hands through her hair.  “Everyone, calm down for five damn minutes.” With a glance at the ceiling, she pitched her voice slightly. “Miys, can you test everyone in this room for any bacteria matching those found in BioLab 2 recently?”

“Councilor Hodenson already requested this test run, to be given the results when they wake.”

“Give them to me now, please?” she asked tiredly, at the limits of her manners and pushing further.

“All scans requested show the bacteria to be present.”

Oh. Fuck.

But my sister was on a roll. “Okay, so we already knew we were all suffering from the same thing.  Good news? It’s not cancer, it’s not radiation sickness, or some other thing that will definitely kill us, right?”

“Cancer would not kill you,” Miys pointed out, falling on deaf ears.

“But this isn’t a Terran bacteria,” Conor ground out from where he was crouched on the floor picking up what was left of his coffee mug. “How are we supposed to get rid of it if we can’t even fight it off?”

A quiet, exhausted voice drifted from the collapsed heap of person in the farthest berth. “Maybe we can just ask nicely.”

For what felt like an eternity, all we could hear were the air scrubbers as we all gaped at the half-conscious Grey.

“You have to be kidding.” Heads snapped toward me, and only then did I realize I was the one who spoke. Swallowing nervously, I soldiered on. “You want us to cure a plague by asking nicely?”

A pale hand popped up from the berth, gesturing dismissively. I didn’t even know Grey knew that gesture. “You talk to it, it talks to you. So, talk. Ask. You people for a living. Go people.”

“When did they learn Reid-ish?” Conor whispered in horror.

Antoine, equally appalled, turned wide eyes toward his not-quite attacker. “I have no idea, mon ami. I have no idea.”

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[walkerismychoice]

All I Need to Know for Now (Raleigh X MC)

Book: Platinum

Pairing: Raleigh X MC (Aria Campbell, Minor Avery X MC)

Rating: NSFW/18+

Note: Given my previous fics and head canons about Raleigh and Aria’s relationship, I wasn’t quite satisfied with the MC’s happy-go-lucky reactions to Raleigh’s antics this last chapter and wanted to add in more about their love triangle. I re-wrote the relevant parts of chapter 13 from this perspective. Some of the dialogue is transcribed from the chapter, but much is new or changed. I also changed up the sex scene some for fun and omitted much of the chapter that didn’t need re-writing to fit my version of the story.

Word Count: 2932

Aria doesn't know what to do with herself. Yes, she'd had a moment and acted completely insane, butting into Jaylen's performance of her song, but it's not like it's out of the ordinary for celebrities to snap and get even more popular for it. Seems she's just famous enough for people to care, but not quite famous enough to be able to get away with it. Bad girl pop star apparently doesn't look good on her.

So now she's stuck at home with nothing to do. It would be the perfect opportunity to write new songs, or finish some old ones, but every time she tries, she's got nothing. The stress of wondering if her career is over as quickly as it began is taking a toll, and she's adrift in small town no-man's land with no purpose or direction. So when her doorbell rings unexpectedly, she's not sure if it will he more bad news or a welcome distraction.

"Alright, Aria, have you missed me?"

"Oh my god, Avery! I can't believe you're here!" Saying she's surprised would be an understatement. She feels the urge to pinch herself to make sure this isn't another dream that will venture into nightmare territory.

"Hope you don't mind that I stopped by, but I redirected my flight on the way to the Indio music festival. And I brought a few friends..."

“Hey, kid. Long time, no see.” Hank stands behind Avery, in his typical working stance, arms folded with his aviator sunglasses on. 

Next to him is Zadie, as stylish as ever and way overdressed for Aria’s neck of the woods. “You know, I thought you were exaggerating every time you said how boring your hometown was, but now I see the reports are accurate.”

Aria chuckles because Zadie isn’t wrong, but then she sees him step out from behind the group and her stomach flip flops with a feeling she can’t quite place.

“Hey, Aria. Are you gonna let us in or...” Raleigh asks coolly in his typical ‘I don’t give a fuck if you do or you don’t’ tone, but the smile on his face suggests he’s happy to see her.

“I’ve missed you all so much!” Aria exclaims, and she has, she really has. But she’s also overwhelmed by this impromptu visit, and her time away from Raleigh and Avery has done nothing to clear up her indecision about the two. They’d both sent her a couple of texts but they were fairly brief. Avery hand been supportive as expected, and Raleigh was... Raleigh. He’d worked out another PR relationship to take the media focus off of Aria, or so he said. There were plenty of other ways to do that, like, oh, for example, destroying millions of dollars worth of artwork which he also did do. She’s not sure which is worse or if she has the energy to put up with his antics, even if they are just for show. 

Aria glances between Avery and Raleigh. She’s drawn to Raleigh despite it all, for reasons beyond her comprehension, this physical compulsion begging her to jump into his arms. But then there’s Avery - sweet, dependable, supportive Avery -  looking at her with such adoration and longing it just feels right. She flings her arms around Avery’s shoulders, kissing him slow and deep. She can’t see Raleigh’s face but she can almost feel the heat of his glare, or at least that’s what she imagines the feeling to be. Avery’s hands find her waist, and he sighs into her mouth, Aria reflexively pressing closer to him. She feels him smile against her lips, and for a moment, she’s completely lost in him.

Aria pulls back, blushing fiercely. “Well come in!” She offers without making eye contact with anyone or waiting for a response. She needs to get a hold of herself before this gets even more awkward. 

But then it does get more awkward when Avery spots the poster of him on her wall, and Aria’s kicking herself for not taking it down in all this time she’s been home. Raleigh jokes about there being no poster of him, but if Aria’s not mistaken, there’s more than just a hint of jealousy there. As mortified as she is, she can’t help but find satisfaction in Raleigh’s reaction.

~~~ 

The gang has been in Avery’s limo traveling to some unknown destination for almost half an hour now, departing shortly after dropping off Aria’s fan mail and filling her in on Ellis buying Jaylen’s label. Apparently he’d felt so bad about selling the song, when he couldn’t buy it back he bought the whole damn thing.  It doesn’t change the fact that it’s still not Aria’s to sing, but maybe this will make things better in the long run. 

The limo pulls up outside a gorgeous lake home - an Airbnb rental Aria presumes - but Avery immediately informs her otherwise. “Ladies, gentlemen, friends, welcome to my humble summer home.”

“It has a state of the art security system too!” Hank assesses. “I’m going to enjoy it here.” Leave it to Hank to notice that first over all the breathtaking scenery.

“How long have you had this?” Aria questions, stunned that Avery would own property so close to her hometown. 

“Since this morning,” Avery answers with a sly grin. “I just bought it.”

Aria is speechless. Avery bought a lake house just to have a place to go to cheer her up. Compare that with Raleigh getting a fake girlfriend and creating property damage to smooth things over, and one of them is the clear winner as far as Aria is concerned. Not that this is a competition or anything.

“Alright, enough talking, more getting in the water,” Raleigh chimes in, not allowing Aria to dwell on it much longer.

Not having known where they were going, Aria hadn’t packed a bathing suit, but of course Zadie has her covered. The skimpy white suit isn’t the most practical for water sports, but at least judging from Avery and Raleigh’s reactions, she looks amazing in it.  

They race on the Jet Ski’s and hang around the dock for sometime before boarding a rented sailboat with drinks in hand. This day is shaping up to be just what she needed. As they approach the center of the lake, Avery proposes an underwater breath-holding competition, which ends up being between himself, Raleigh an Aria. Aria just hopes neither of them pass out trying to be the better man.

Aria’s uses her breath control techniques to oxygenate herself as much as possible before dipping below the surface. She’s not sure how much time has passed, but all three of them are starting to squirm. Avery’s the first to give up, heading to the surface for air. Raleigh floats closer, eyes locked on her as an intimidation tactic she presumes, until he suddenly closes the distance between them and firmly plants his lips on hers. As he grabs her hips and presses his body against hers, she can’t help but kiss him back - a kiss that literally takes her breath away to the extent she has to give up and emerges above the water line just before Raleigh does.

“You did that on purpose just to get me to lose!” Aria splashes Raleigh playfully.

Raleigh winks at her. “It didn’t seem like you minded."

Avery swims over, a look of questioning and concern on his face, like he suspects a hint of what went on but doesn’t want to know. He gives Aria’s hand a squeeze and then cradles her in his arms as they bob in the water. “At least you beat me,” he offers as consolation, bringing his lips to hers for a fervent kiss. It’s nice, but after just kissing Raleigh, it’s lacking. It feels strange having Avery’s lips where his just were, and she's thankful for the water washing any trace of him away. Avery helps Aria back onto the boat and hands her a towel to dry off. “I hope you got the release you wanted today.”

On the one hand, yes, she’s happier than she has been in quite a while. On the other, she’s more wound up than ever. “I did. Thanks so much for coming out all this way to visit me.”

Avery smiles softly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course, Cadence. We’ll always be there for you.”

“Alright, less conspiratorial whispering, more water sports!” Raleigh proclaims as he climbs back into the boat, his timing impeccable once again.

~~~

Everyone gathers around the fire after dinner and a long day in the sun. They talk, laugh, eat smores, and when Raleigh picks up the guitar and starts to play, it turns into an impromptu singalong, with Aria, Avery, and Raleigh harmonizing beautifully. With no expectations or weight on her shoulders, it feels good, really good, to be singing again. But when Raleigh hands her the guitar to play, the wounds are still too fresh. Fortunately her friends are understanding and they don’t push the issue, knowing she’ll get there when she’s ready. 

Before long, the others begin to head inside. “I suppose it’s time for me turn in as well.” Avery announces, nodding his head at Aria as he rises. You coming?”

She can’t tell if there’s any sort of expectation in the invitation, but whatever the case, she’s not going inside until she can have a proper discussion with Raleigh. "In a bit. I just need more time to...think.”

Avery’s face falls just a little, recovering with a weak smile. “Alright, Darling. Let me know if you need anything.” A silent moment passes as gentle waves lap against the shore, moonlight dancing off the rolling water.

As soon as Avery is out of earshot, Raleigh scoffs and shakes his head. “Darling? He never gives up the prince charming act does he?”

Aria shrugs. “Maybe you’d be wise to take a few lessons from his playbook.”

Raleigh’s eyes narrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well...I hear you’ve been getting into a lot of trouble in my absence.”

“What can I say? The town’s boring without you.”

“Ugh, is everything just a game to you? You may think it’s funny to destroy property and disrespect people as part of your bad boy image, but I don’t. It’s time you fucking grew up.” Aria pushes up from her Adirondack chair, already over this conversation.

“Wait!” Raleigh tugs on her hand. “Please sit back down, and I’ll explain.” Aria rolls her eyes but sits back in the chair. “I felt awful when you were sent home. If I’d have done what you did, I’d probably end up with a slap on the wrist and more fans and album sales than before. It wasn’t fair, and I hated the negative attention you were getting, so I thought, hey, I’m basically untouchable, why not create some headlines myself to take the focus off you?”

“And that’s the best idea you had? Why not make headlines for doing something positive instead of being destructive?” 

Raleigh scoots forward, placing his hand on her knee. “You know the good doesn’t get nearly as much press as the bad. Look, I’m not Avery. I’m not the type to ride into town in my white limousine and save the day by buying a beach palace to keep you in.

“I’m not asking you to be prince charming, or a knight in shining armor, or... whatever. I just...” Aria struggles to put it into words. She’s not asking for a savior or a lifelong commitment, she just needs to know that she means something to him before she falls too deep and ends up with a broken heart.

“Aria, No matter the means, what I did, I did for you, because I care about you...and it worked. Between the property damage and my new fake relationship, your incident with Jaylen is old news.”

“Well if that relationship is as fake as ours was, I’m still not feeling very reassured right now.”

Raleigh cocks his head to the side with a smirk. “Are you jealous, Campbell?” Aria doesn’t respond but serves him an icy glare. “Aww, babe, come here.” He pats his leg and holds his arms open wide.

She’s still mad and doesn’t want to give in, but him calling her babe again makes her weak. She sighs deeply before getting up and settling into his lap. “You’re still on thin ice, Carrera.”

“Aria, you have nothing to worry about. She doesn’t hold a candle to you. She’s just doing us a favor. I’ve missed you.” Raleigh traces tingly patterns up and down her thighs, goosebumps forming under his touch.

Aria peers into his eyes, biting her lower lip. “Okay, you can kiss me now.”

Raleigh chuckles. "You've gotten bossy in your time away, huh?"

"Maybe....But you like it."

Raleigh threads his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth to his, kissing her seductively, tongue gliding over her lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Aria. All the things I wanted to do when I got you alone...”

She feels him harden beneath her as she plants another kiss on his lips. Now with the air cleared between them, she won't deny she's been thinking the same. Aria sinks to her knees and looks up at him through her lashes as she unbuckles his pants. "Well, you know what I've been wanting to do to you?"

"What's that?" Raleigh asks with a knowing smile as he lifts his hips to help her undress his bottom half.

Aria wraps her hand around the base of his cock and swirls her tongue around the tip making him twitch. "I want to make you feel good," she purrs, Raleigh letting out a groan as she takes him in her mouth slow and deep. Maybe she hasn't been thinking about this all day. But ever since he kissed her and she caught a glimpse of the outline of his hard length through the swim trunks clinging to his legs as he emerged from the water, it's been difficult to think of anything else.

"Fuck, Aria. This is better than good. You are incredible," he breathes, hands fisting in her hair, guiding her up and down his shaft. She cups his balls, taking him in as deep as she can go until he pushes her away. "Come up here before I explode."

Aria wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and climbs into his lap, straddling his hips. "What now?"

"I want you so bad Aria. Now we both get to feel good." Raleigh lifts Aria's sundress over her head and his eyes go wide. "You aren't wearing anything underneath!"

"Oops! Did I forget to put on underwear?" Aria feigns innocence.

Raleigh shakes his head. "You're lucky I didn't know that earlier." Without further warning he thrusts up inside her, Aria gasping as he hits her sweet spot and then pauses for confirmation. "You, good?"

Aria grins. "I'm fucking fantastic." She sinks down deep and rolls her hips, grinding her clit on him as he fills her completely

They move together, their steady rhythm gradually picking up pace. Raleigh plays with her breasts - licking, sucking, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, sending sensations of pleasure straight to her core and fanning the flames of the fire inside her. She knows she's close so she moves faster, grinds down harder as her moans get louder. "Raleigh, I-"

"Whats that? You want me to stop?" He teases.

"Don't you fucking dare," she warns with a laugh.

"And deny the chance to make you come? Never. I want to hear you scream my name," Raleigh commands, grabbing her ass and pushing in deeper with each thrust.

She closes her eyes and throws her head back, seeing fireworks behind her eyes as her entire body ignites. "Oh my god, yes, Raleigh!" She cries out into the night as her walls tremble around him.

Aria buries her head in his neck, and Raleigh picks up her slack, bouncing her her up and down his hard length. And then he lets out a strangled moan, his whole body shuddering as he finds his release.

Raleigh pulls her against his chest as they both come down from their high. "You are full of surprises, Aria." 

“I gotta keep up with you somehow.” Aria kisses him sweetly one more time. She shivers and Raleigh grabs the beach blanket from the ground, shakes it off and throws it over both of them. She closes her eyes, not even realizing she’s drifted off until she opens her eyes again and sees how much the fire has died down.

Raleigh throws some kindling on the fire with his free hand and smiles down at her. “Hey, beautiful.”

She's feeling vulnerable yet open in his arms. No more fooling around, no more games. It's him she wants and he needs to know. "Raleigh, I'm glad you're here. I missed you so much these past few days. It's like I got jolted into an alternate reality you weren't in."

“I.. I missed you, too.” His expression grows somber, serious for once before his smile is back again. “But you don’t have to worry about that now. We’re here now, together.” He strokes her arm tenderly as he holds her close, pressing his soft, warm lips to her forehead.

It’s not a promise of any certain future, but Aria can’t say what tomorrow will bring. Knowing he’s all-in in this moment is good enough... for now.

[emms-jules]

Catch Fire - Chapter 4

Chapter 3: https://emms-jules.tumblr.com/post/618793286894796800/catch-fire-chapter-3

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24269344

If Emma was asked that question five years ago, she would have easily said numerous reasons.

"I want to be with Julian. I want to officially be his. I want to spend my travel year with him. I want to answer his calls. I want to reply to his messages. I want to say I’m sorry. I want to take care of the kids with him. I want us to damn our lives as long as we got to live it."

But this was a different time now. She may still want the same things, but the person she wants to be with might not want it anymore.

Chapter 4 “There have been a number of reports prior to this with the same story: people go out to party and the next day, numerous girls go missing. Their bodies were never found, but it’s certain that they were killed.” Mark explained in the passenger seat. “Parties were usually done in open spaces, which is why there’s a good chance the guy will appear at a party tonight by the pier.”

The four adults, it was weird to call themselves that, Emma thought, were all in the car heading to Santa Monica Pier. Julian was driving the car down the highway, with Mark beside him. Cristina and Emma were in the backseat.

Upon hearing the news of a mission, Emma excused herself from Tavvy, promising to go teach him something new soon, and went to her room to shower. She dressed herself in gear and proceeded to the library, where Cristina told her they’ll talk strategy. It was evening now, the moon rising above them with the stars, and they were already near their destination. 

“Is the culprit that hard to find, considering there were numerous reports prior to this?” Emma asked whilst facing her window and taking in the view. She missed car rides overlooking the sea and sand. 

“We’ve already rounded up some Downworlders involved and killed the demons, but it looks like it’s a bigger organization. Think Hydra in Captain America: cut of one head, two more shall take its place.” Julian replied, eyes still on the road. Earlier, the two of them talked about the mission professionally. It was good to know that they can still perform their mandate well despite their argument at breakfast.

“Secret organizations? Didn’t the four of us have enough of that with the Followers?” Cristina asked with a little amusement. Mark chuckled, and Emma couldn’t help but smile, remembering their first mission as a quartet. It was a mission that led to a lot of troubles for all of them, but started a great dynamic and team as well. Emma wondered if they could make that happen again. 

“Let’s just hope Mark’s not wearing the god awful coat underneath his gear.” Emma muttered, sending her companions laughing, even Julian. Mark tried to glare at her but failed, laughing as well. Emma sighed inwardly in ease. 

“We’re here.” Julian announced, slowing the car down to park. He turned off the ignition, and everyone filed out of the car. They took their weapons from the trunk and drew fresh runes on their skin: night vision, agility, strength, and glamour. They were all dressed in black, which was something odd to wear on a beach party, so they needed to hide. Once everyone was done, they walked towards the festivities.

The plan was easy: lurk around the party and look for a guy named Jose. They were given a picture of him at the institute, and recognized the guy as someone with Spanish descent. The four will go in pairs, Julian and Mark one side, while Emma and Cristina take the other. Reports said that the suspects lure their victims into a secluded area, preferably those near cars for easy kidnapping.

The party was a usual beach party, people dressed in various swimming or beach attire, an open bar by the side, a dancing area in the middle where a lot of people danced to the loud bass of the music. There were others still taking a swim by the beach. Emma can see the Blackthorn brothers across the party, eyeing every person attending. They were stationed by the entrance. Emma and Tina were by the beach, staying away from the lights in case someone sees them, mundane or not, and starts running. 

After a long while, they heard Mark’s familiar whistle, and turned their heads to see Jose arriving at the party, along with several companions. The stench of decay drifted around the area where they headed. Shape-shifting demons, Emma thought. The group settled themselves in the middle of the dance floor, eyeing mundanes dressed in minimal clothing like a predator. Yuck.

“Jose is a demon, as well as those surrounding him, do you smell them?” Emma whispered to Cristina, who nodded and was grabbing her balisong from her belt. 

Emma grabbed her friend’s hand. “We can’t attack here. There’s too many people.”

Realizing Emma was right, Cristina brought her balisong back. Julian and Mark appeared by their side. “How do we get to the guy? He’s surrounded.” Mark asked.

Julian was silent, clearly thinking of a new strategy. Emma scanned the area for something that can give her an idea. She spotted a souvenir shop not far from the party.

People go out to party and the next day, numerous girls go missing.

“I have an idea.” Emma spoke. All eyes were on her. “You two stay here. Wait for Cristina and I.” Grabbing Cristina, the two girls rushed out of the scene and took off towards the souvenir shop.

Once inside, Cristina asked, “What are we doing in here, Emma? Now is not the time for souvenirs!” 

“We need to get closer to Jose.” She replied, going through the different aisles. It was filled with random items from soaps, to maps, to bags. “And in order to stop him, we need to lure him out of the party.” Finally finding what she was looking for, she picked it up and showed it to Cristina, raising her eyebrows in suggestion.

“By the Angel, are you serious?!” 

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“Are you sure this will work?” Cristina asked, finishing the final touches of Emma’s mark-hiding rune. It was a new addition created by Clary to the Shadowhunter lexicon. Using the rune, one’s runes, marks, and scars are hidden for a time. Emma watched as the rune settled on her skin, and slowly removed everything on it. The new rune always looks like it pulls the other runes toward it to vanish. Having applied the same one to Cristina earlier, the two girls went back to the boys, who were puzzled.  

“What happened to your clothes?” Julian asked. The two girls were wearing identical printed kimonos. They left their clothes above the trunk of the car, and were holding their prized weapons: Emma’s Cortana and Cristina’s balisong. They both crouched next to the two boys.

“It’s part of Emma’s plan.” Cristina explained. “Tell them, Emma.”

Laying Cortana on the sand, she began explaining. “Jose is surrounded by his fellow demons, and we can’t fight them there. We need to lure him out of the party, into a secluded area, probably convenient if the others follow him too, and kill them there.”

“And you changed clothes because…?” Mark asked, not getting the idea.

“His victims are composed of women, so I was thinking me and Tina could go and try to make it seem like we can be his next target. And the only way to do that, is to engage with him as clueless, party-going mundanes looking for a hookup.” She finished, nervously running her hands on the sand. Explaining to the boys was the part that she was most uncertain about. They might not like the plan. Mark made a choked noise.

“They’ll put their filthy hands on you? Absolutely not!” He exclaimed, looking at Cristina as if to direct his disapproval to his girlfriend. Cristina sighed and looked at Emma, her face saying I told you so.

Emma looked at Julian, awaiting his reaction. Surprisingly, his face was readable, and his expression was hesitant. “Are you sure that’s necessary?” 

Emma sighed. “Do you have a better idea?” She asked, and receiving no reply from him, spoke again. “Besides, nothing can happen to us out here in the open, and you’ll be waiting for us at the back of those stalls with our weapons.” 

She pointed towards a row of stalls on the west, selling different types of street food. It was still pretty crowded, but the noise would help them conceal the possible fight in the back. She handed Cortana to Julian, and saw Cristina do the same to Mark. The four stood up. 

“You girls go ahead. Once you’re successful with approaching Jose, we’ll leave for the stalls.” Julian instructed, securing Cortana behind his back. Emma’s heart twinged at the memory of all the times he carried her sword since they were little. She shook her head. Focus.

The two girls removed their kimonos, exposing themselves in a bikini. Cristina wore a red one-shoulder bikini, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. Emma chose a white bandeaukini, which exaggerates her chest. She heard Julian and Mark’s breath hitch.

Cristina faced Emma. “You ready?” She asked. Despite nervousness taking over Emma, because of the plan and Julian’s burning gaze, she nodded.

“Good luck.” Mark whispered to Tina, kissing her full in the mouth. Emma rolled her eyes, still facing the party, disgusted by her two friends’ PDA.

“Be careful out there.” A voice beside her spoke. Julian. She glanced at him, and felt his eyes taking her in. She shivered and nodded. She didn’t know what to make out of that look. Was he disgusted? Was he comparing her to Paige? 

Emma was pretty confident with her body, the way she always did. She wears her marks and scars with pride, like a true Shadowhunter. Along with her age, her body also matured through the years. Though she would never achieve Cristina’s figure, her chest and hips have grown, probably because of the mandatory dancing lessons Mrs. Mendoza-Rosales implemented for them. She was also able to fill her body in with some needed fat, which was caused by Cristina’s mom’s cooking. Emma really adored the woman. 

Still, Julian’s gaze made her self-conscious. Realizing what he was doing, Julian cleared his throat and averted his eyes. Relieved, Emma turned to Cristina.

“Let’s go, Tina.”

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Hello guys! I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I'm currently adjusting to a life as a freshman in college, and it's really taking a toll on me especially since I don't have any old friends with me. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I missed writing and Blackstairs. :)

[blushyeddie]

chubby eddie headcanons!

brought to you by my beautiful girlfriend @richiebubba (* marks) and i (- marks)! just some little storyline on beautiful eddie and his pudgy tummy. (keep reading)

- eddie was born (slightly) prematurely. “a whole two months, isn’t it a miracle?” his mother would boast at their neighborhood’s annual Easter dinners. the seat count each year would slowly wither down to only close (pitying) friends after his father’s death. sonia preaches that it’s because the others are far too anxious to be around such a poorly behaving child, but eddie knows it’s because frank was the only endearment to the kaspbrak house.

- “i’m so sorry, mrs. rosi. he’s never usually this rude! i’ll have to set more ground rules.” eddie had only said ‘no’ to her off-putting mash potatoes. they resembled a cat’s hairball.

- growing up, he showed trivial symptoms of his earlier birth like a disproportionately large head compared to his tiny feet, and a generally low body temperature. sonia was always scribbling these symptoms down, measuring his height religiously every morning and afternoon. he’d always been healthy though, only spending about a week after his birth in the hospital. as he hit kindergarten, his growth spurt grew out... rather than up. standing 3’5 and sporting love handles that stuck out the back of his shirt, he was shoved into public school, meeting richie tozier. a savior in some sorts.

* public school saw eddie kaspbrak holding hands with richie tozier on the hopscotch chalk before lessons every morning, and leading them soft right up to his tummy; just the pouchy part that didn't fit in his polo shirt. the bubble had burst.

* eddie hadn't ever thought anything too bad about that little body of his up to this point, or the number of hairball potatoes it ran on. the bubble his mama had kept 'round him growing up had once been enough to keep magazines and pink tv comedies and even the gossiping of other moms in derry totally alien to him. to keep a body as only what carried your soul until it was all ready for heaven: two legs, hands, arms, a head, and right over the very core of it, a tummy.

* if you weren't careful with it, your body could carry not only your soul but a whole load of sins as well, eddies mama started telling him once his first semester had gotten well underway. it could carry chocolate ice cream and potato chips and strawberry lollipops, and now that he was getting older, almost old enough to be thinning out, sonia kaspbrak was getting obsessed with this. "you ask mrs. tozier how much sugar she puts in her cookies, for your ma, and i'll write it down here," she'd say, scratching down all his calories for that week as he took his sunday night bath. "too much, i'll bet. i'm surprised that boy of hers doesn't turn out sick as a dog...dontchu have anymore."

* eddies growth continued on that funny out-not-up path as his age got closer towards double digits and his mama's hostility towards it grew stranger, more strained. she'd never shout at him or smack him on the bum like she might if he broke something or grazed his knee, but sometimes she'd cry when she took his height and weight at the end of the month, and it was the worst thing ever.

* sonia never bought his clothes any sizes bigger either as her growin' boy was really starting to need, in fact, eddie sometimes had bad thoughts she might actually be getting them smaller. just so she could start crying all over again when eddie couldn't work out why his t-shirt sleeves were leaving little, sharp red ridges on his chunky arms, and keep on yapping at him, "what'd i tell you, eddie? what did your mama tell you?!"

- come swim class nearing middle school, when the boys grew rotten and smelt like Axe spray and their fathers' after-shave, he realized he didn’t want to take his shirt off anymore. the other boys’ metabolisms were hitting their peaks and eddie grew selfishly jealous of their tucked in stomachs and bony knees. it wasn’t like they hadn’t noticed either.

- “you’ve been fillin’ out, eddie! whatchu hidin’ in that bag of yours?! think we outta put a stop to this, huh?! would hate to have to tell your mother you’ve got some sorta food stash.” chad, the loudest of the bunch, would cackle. the echos in the locker rooms bounced ‘round with ‘fat’, ‘chubby’, and ‘someone grab his shirt!’.

- he’d never developed an eating disorder like the boys would crudely suggest, though. he’d miss his macaroni nights with mama and candy splurges filled with sour patch and fizzy pop rocks at richie’s house, the only place he was allowed those treats. he just felt pudgy. a bit too large in the belly, thighs forcing his speckled knees apart as he plopped down in the plastic staticky chairs at school, and shorts never quite making it up past his muffin top.

- when the coach introduced a mandatory ‘no shirt’ policy while swimming, eddie had hidden in the locker rooms, barricading himself behind a bench, his highlighter-yellow lunch pail, and his matching backpack in hopes they’d assume he’d gone to the nurse’s office or somewhere else “sick” boys resided. he’d cried harder than when he scraped his knees flying down Lily Pond Rd on his bike too fast. harder than when his pet rock went ‘missing’ and his mother was unusually complacent

- “ma, where’s mister pebble?!”, he’d cried from the top of their broken staircase railing. his mother hand fallen back into the wood and broken the damn thing right off the hinges.

- “keep looking, honey!” she’d called back, knowing fully well that googly-eyed rock was sitting on the bottom of their aluminum trash can. she couldn’t let eddie get too attached. she’d always been frightened of the idea of her baby eddie loving anything more than her. he had a delicate heart after all. the doctors said so.

* it was richie's tickly hands that managed to get him out from behind that bench, richie’s hands and two or three of those famous sugar cookies from his ma that eddie was starting to have bad dreams about. richie still liked to touch at that little pouch when they were eating their lunch at the end of the field, where none of the other boys would come and try and rope them into any of their mean games, and sometimes he'd sing silly songs while doing it.

* when eddie seemed too shy to play like this today, richie leaned close with mud on his lip and just told him very quietly, "i think i know your secret."

* "what are you talkin' about, nene?"

* "you know...what you were so upset about when the coach said you had to take your tee shirt off. and you don't have to spill any of the details 'cause i appre-shate it's top secret, but...i know you are a mermaid!"

* richie had put a lot of thought into this, funnily enough; he knew a lot about faeries, dragons, pixies, and unicorns- so much his mama had to make him do special breathing patterns and drink a glass of water when he started talking 'bout this with too much gusto - and mermaids apparently weren't all that different. "their skin is sparkly and nice to touch, they're good at all things, they're very kind and if they take off their clothes in the water their tails will spring right out," he'd explained, using eddie's tummy today as a rest for his big, green fairytale manual instead. even drew a couple gel pen mermaids on the freckles of it to show him, ‘cause he drew there a lot at their sleepovers to keep himself from fidgeting. usually cats or rocket ships.  "s'a big no-no if you let all the humans know...kicked out of atlantis for good, bubba. so like i said, don't worry 'bout the details."

* and eddie’s heart had never healed so fast!

* richie's grand theory also came with a solution, too; a cherry-red swim shirt made of nice, clean lycra, presented to eddie with a wobbly flourish in maggie tozier's holiday drawer. turns out they went on lots of expensive beach holidays with richie's dad's paychecks, and even that richie tozier wasn't all that fond of taking his t-shirt off either, but for different reasons. he got bad eczema all over his middle and it left lots of itchy scars and pimples in the driest parts. "it's not a shirt shirt so i think it'll be allowed. keep your tail in too, i promise," he'd said, helping eddie slip it (half) past those soft love handles. there was a pretty glint in his eye that told eddie he was talking about much more than a 'tail'; that he knew it full well, too. only magic was a little bit easier than the truth just for now.

* "thanks, richie, i love you very much."

* "i love you triple-chocolate!"

* was a real shame richie couldn't have had the rest of their grade under that funny spell of his, however. the boys in eddie's gym class did not believe in magic, and if they ever could have, they certainly would not believe it would be anywhere near eddie kaspbrak's tum. no, that was something to giggle at, on a par with calling your teacher 'mom' or someone farting in an assembly. they took great pleasure in hiding and tugging and even forcing that swim shirt right back off over eddie's head at every nasty opportunity, making him cry into richie's funny raccoon sweater after the very next swim lesson all over again.

* "ch, ch, ch, they're lying, tiny...they don't mean it...ch, ch..."

* this would set a pattern for the rest of eddie's teenage years - getting a little bit of confidence and those bony-kneed boys in his grade knocking it back down again. his mother's guilting tears over the candy stashes tucked in his pillowcase and his not fitting in her handmade, hideously embarrassing halloween costumes were one thing, but this was a whole 'nother.

* like when he sometimes raced richie and his big shepherd dog called honey 'round the tozier’s backyard, and, although richie was the slowest runner in their grade, found himself at sixteen years old beating him quicker and quicker. quick enough to try out for track behind his mother's back and, god, even get in. needless to say, his teammates had taken one look at eddies tummy bouncin' left and right on his brand new track shorts' waistband through his sprints, and had given him hell. even when he'd proved himself far beyond the fastest.

- as he grew older, hitting crossfire with the track team, soccer coach, and even himself, a sadness started to boil up inside. right in the pit of his stomach. kept him from ever looking too long in those awfully long ‘body-mirrors’. he’d skip out on the Tozier’s neighborhood barbecues, fearful that richie might somehow convince him into the pool somehow. that one curly boy always had a way into eddie’s heart. felt like a glittery snake would wrapping ‘round his arteries and squeezing out so much love over his braces-filled smile. he was a sucker for richie, alright. and this persistent anxiety sucked. it just sucked. eddie often thought of that hopeless feeling as a bird. a gentle brown bird that was perched atop his right shoulder, singing directly into his ear. the songs were never as nice as the old birdie looked, often carrying thorny messages, reminding him to pull his shirt down and sit up straight, to suck in his breath and practice his exercises. and after a strenuous fight with ma, or perhaps a terrible test score, it’s nasty talons dug deeper. soon, it wasn’t a songbird anymore, but a pecking vulture, tapping at the very back of eddie’s head with a crooked beak and beady eyes. those nights were the worst.

- so, he’d often call richie.

- he was never one to beg for acceptance. that was something he knew was always earned. like some days he’d have to do double chores for his ma to stop playing her ‘ignoring game’ and maybe play a board game instead. something to reassure himself he wasn’t a floundering shadow at times. so, he always felt foolish pleading down the phone for richie to talk to him. but the taller boy never seemed to mind too much, always a mixture of sunshine, candy, and lispy braces as he whistled down the phone. it drowned the bird’s endless caws.

- “hi, richie. c-can you tell me that one- uh that one story again? about the angel and the goose, please?”

- the night would be spent under a makeshift fort built from a thin white sheet draped over his shiny headboard and hooked over his homework desk chair, home phone pressed against his ear and smile as wide as the atlantic ocean. the pair would be as sleepy as banana slugs the next morning, having stayed up well past a reasonable hour. but, it always made those awful thoughts whisk right out of eddie’s head and straight down the toilet. sometimes he’d wave down the drain after his nightly bathroom trips, imagining some of those awfully prickly thoughts rolling round and round the toilet bowl. he suspects that’s when he started loving richie. but yet again, he sometimes thinks he’s loved him forever.

- after richie and eddie had finally sputtered out confessions of painstakingly long-awaited love, hands clutching on to one another’s and hearts louder than drummer boys, things got a bit brighter for the boy made of sunshine.

[something-tofightfor]

I would like to know what Logan's most prized possession is (let's use HCTS Logan), if Ryan ever played any sports, what is Caspian's favorite book about (and what does reader think of his choice?), and what Billy's most embarrassing moment was. And I wish you well on your laundry quest.

OH MY GOD THESE WERE SO DAMN FUN. 

(Under a cut because it got long)

Logan’s most prized possession… you might think it’s one of his many pieces of artwork (Right, @its-my-little-dumpster-fire?) … but it’s not. His most prized possession is a picture of him, Juliet and his mother from when Logan was eight.

Jim’s in it, too, but he’s not the focal point of the image - he’s off in the background, on the phone. The three of them are sitting on a deck chair in their back yard; his mom’s wearing a white cover-up and a giant, floppy sun hat, seven year old Juliet’s sitting on the left side of her blue bathing suit, wide open and cheeks scrunched up in a smile as she stares at her brother, and Logan’s on his mom’s  lap, in a pair of batman swim trunks and a huge grin on his face. He’s got the same smile as his mom - same eyes too, and when he looks at himself - skin a little browned from the hours that he and Juliet spent by the pool, freckles visible on his nose and chest, his hair curling around his ears and falling over his forehead, he remembers how simple his life used to be - how happy he was, what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. (He knows again because of you, but… there were a lot of years in-between when this picture was the only thing he had to pull him out of his own head).  

The picture is his most prized possession because it shows him that it wasn’t anything that he did per se to turn Jim away; it was always like that, Jim thought work was more important than family… but he had one supportive parent, one sibling that loved him, one reason to fight. He fought for himself, sure, because he wanted to prove that he wasn’t lying, that he deserved Delos and all of the things that he worked hard for… but he fought for Juliet, too - for that little girl that looked at her brother like he had all the answers, was the only thing she could see.  

 And Logan fought hard.  

 *** 

Ryan and sports… he’s never been on a team - even as a kid, because his mom didn’t want her tall, skinny kid to get hurt… But as a teen and adult, Ryan has found himself playing sports more and more. He’s athletic - has to be, to jump the trains, to keep his breathing even and his body from getting too thin while he’s sleeping on the ground and not living an otherwise “healthy” lifestyle, so whenever he can, Ryan enjoys playing team sports, just to keep himself in shape. 

He’s not particularly fast, but he’s strong, and Ryan can throw a ball like nobody’s business. He and Cowboy would join baseball games in parks whenever they could starting in Ryan’s late teens; he knows how to throw four different pitches well - two different kinds of fastballs (a cutter and a two seam), a curveball and a changeup - and his top speed, which he tested at a state fair in Iowa one summer, and was able to hit two out of three times - was 86.  

He practices - not with ball or anything like that, but sometimes with rocks or pieces of coal he finds on the trains, while they’re speeding through the night, even though they’re not the same weight or size as a baseball. He won’t play a sport that could result in him hurting his hands, so hockey and football are out. He likes to swim, but doesn’t get to as often as he wishes he could.  

 ***

Caspian is an avid reader. When he said that the library was his favorite place, it’s not just because it gave him a place to hide from the responsibilities of being a King and being responsible for literally all of Narnia… he likes learning, too.

 Caspian’s one of the people that enjoys hands on experience because he feels that it helps him to learn and to grow as a person - but he knows that he’s not going to be able to experience everything the world has to offer, no matter how much time he spends on the Dawn Treader or traveling with his men and/or his bride … so he has to rely on books. But his favorite book isn’t an educational book, not like you’d think: Caspian’s favorite book is one of Narnian myths and fables… because he knows all too well that just because something can’t be seen or hasn’t been experienced by the masses, that doesn’t make it impossible.  

He found the book hidden in the library when he was ten or eleven, after a particularly hard lesson by his teacher that resulted in an assignment for Caspian to write a paper on the two most common types of currency, and Caspian was hooked from the moment he pulled the hard-backed volume from a shelf. It had been filed incorrectly; the library custodian was very lazy, but that worked out well for the young Prince.  

He flipped the pages open, front and back covers held tightly in his hands, drawn in by the image of the golden lion on the spine and within only a few moments, his paper was forgotten and Caspian lost himself in long-forgotten stories and legends. He read the book from cover to cover in one sitting, no one coming in to tell him to go to sleep, and the next afternoon, Caspian had taken the book to his teacher, excited and wanting to know if any of the stories could possibly be true… and that was his introduction to the Kings and Queens of Old, of the White Witch, of Narnia’s true history … and of so much more.  

And as for you? You love that Caspian’s beliefs in magic and the possibilities of other places and other people began from a young age. You love that he can tell you stories of his own - and that they align with the things you’ve read, the things that you’ve been told are impossible … that makes them much better. You appreciate the fact that even as King, Caspian won’t ever brush off something that he doesn’t understand just because he’s never experienced it. The two of you have lots of places to go and things to learn together, and you know that with his experience, Caspian will be there every step of the way… and it’ll be your turn to learn something instead of being the one to teach it.  

 *** 

Billy has a lot of embarrassing moments, but he uses them as learning experiences whenever possible. The failed loss of virginity to his teenage girlfriend is one of them, but he knows now that that was just because he was a dumb kid and he was overeager (and he’s never had the same problem with a woman since). 

But another one?  Billy knew that as soon as he turned sixteen, he wanted to get his license, even though he didn’t own a car and didn’t know when he would be able to get one. He wanted to have one just so he had it, so he could pull out his driver’s license and show it off to the girls. So he saved up the money that he earned from recycling cans and bottles and from delivering newspapers, and from helping one of the elderly women that lived near the group home with household chores. 

Mrs. Natkins was actually the woman that took him to the DMV, helped him fill in his information, and quizzed him on his driver’s ed manual. Billy passed the written test in the fewest number of questions possible. He got his learner’s permit on his first try, and was patient when it came to practicing (again, Mrs. Natkins helped him out here, as did another neighbor - a slightly younger woman that was also teaching her daughter Cami how to drive) and even though Billy was a little shit and a typical teenage boy, he wanted his license, so he studied hard.  

But the embarrassing part? When the allotted time had passed and Billy completed his pre-test, taking the driver’s ed course in his high school classes, he went ON THE FIRST DAY HE COULD to take his road test. Mrs. Natkins took him, because she saw how excited he’d been to get his license and how hard he’d worked… Billy stayed in his lane. Billy kept his speed where it needed to be, and he signaled when appropriate. Billy did everything properly except parallel park. Things were going great up until he went to put the car in park, perfectly in between the two other cars… and then he got overexcited, jerked the wheel and took his foot off the brake before he could get it into park… and hit the curb.  

The instructor, regretfully, failed him. Even though it wasn’t a huge thing, it stuck with him - and told Billy that no matter how hard he worked, how well he did something, it isn’t over til it’s over… and while it was an embarrassing thing, having to tell people that he’d failed for such a dumb thing, he didn’t let it deter him from practiciing more and more so that he was sure to pass the next time he took the test … and he passed. Years later, Billy’s parallel parking skills are unmatched - precise, smooth - He could park the Wraith in a too small space with his eyes closed if he needed to… and he did - often.

[clown-bait]

Monster family CH7 (Monster roommate AU)

WHEW now that I'm unemployed I can start updating this! Its been a while guys! I'm so excited for chapter 2 and the re-emergence of the IT fandom!

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The halls of Neibolt echoed with a long groan from its owner. That nasty drink didn't do that much to help the pounding in his head. Leech mentioned something about too much sugar and not enough water but frankly Pennywise was only half listening. He brought them home from her little shopping spree and was shoved out of her room before he could get any more comfort and attention from her. Which led him to his current position of being sprawled on his moth-eaten sofa with a large hand covering his throbbing temples.

"Well good afternoon sunshine!" The clown heard that raspy voice of his neighbor call to him from his kitchen. He could chase the demon out if he wanted to but he could also just play possum and hope Freddy would get bored and leave. "Aww look at the poor baby! So Jingles you spend the night on that couch?" Great. Chucky is with him. Pennywise grunted in response squeezing his eyelids shut. "It is rare that you see such an ancient being to learn a new lesson in this way." Dracula chuckled as he drifted into the room.

"You realize in a blink I could eviscerate every one of you?" Pennywise snarled

"You said that two days ago clown and no one's been disemboweled yet." Freddy laughed and plopped onto the couch next to the eldritch. "So that witch you lip-locked with last night... you get her number?"

"You have till the count of 3 to get away from me before I set you on fire."  

"Wow and I thought you were bad without the hangover!"

"My guess is he's still in deep shit." The doll chuckled to himself as he leapt into a lay-z boy adjacent to the group.

"I'll have you know I am currently about to leave on a date doll." Pennywise arched an eyebrow in his tenant's direction.

"How do you score a date after that!?"

"Two words cabbage patch, big. dick." Freddy smirked and waved two claws at Chucky.

"I'm afraid to ask how you know that." The doll  groaned

"I've been in his girlfriend's dreams what else do you think that little perv dreams about?"

"She dreams about me?" Penny glanced up suddenly interested. Dracula groaned pulling his top hat off his head to brush off dust that had fallen from the decayed ceiling.

"Why do I associate with you perverted degenerates. I was once a member of high society, I was a count!"

"Walachia doesn't even exist anymore Drac and you live in a two-bedroom apartment. You ain't above no one you and Jingles just dress frillier than the rest of us jack-offs." The dream demon grinned at Chucky's direction who cackled at the insult.

"Thank you?" The elder vampire scowled at the backhanded compliment and Pennywise huffed.

"I do not wear clothes I form my own."

Chucky stopped laughing and cringed "Why does that make me uncomfortable…"

Before Pennywise could answer a sharp bony elbow to the ribs from Freddy took the words from his mouth. He was clearly excited about something knowing him it was probably nothing good. This time though, the clown was pleasantly surprised.

"Speaking of outfit selections get a load of Fangs!" The dream demon shouted as Leech finally made her way downstairs. Pennywise stifled a rumble in his throat at the sight of her. She was so simply dressed, just a black sundress with sunflowers, but to him it was perfect.

"The fuck are you wearing bloodsucker, are those flowers?"

"None of you say anything." the vampire growled snatching a large brimmed hat

"Can I take pictures for black ma-"

Without warning, Freddy Kruger was swiftly picked up and casually thrown to the ground. His attacker stepped over him as if he didn't even exist as he made his way over to his mate.

"Beautiful." Pennywise purred carefully spinning her around. "You are beautiful."

"Pen you're gonna make me blush in front of everyone!"

"Good. Let them envy me and my perfect mate."

"Cocky bastard." She chuckled as her cheeks darkened anyway. Dracula stepped forward briskly eyeing her outfit with suspicion.

"You're going outside in that dear?" He chided her with a judgmental tone.

"Yeah dad it's warm out and I wanted to wear a damn sundress for once."

"You do realize you are vampire? Sunlight is not something we do well with."

"Yeah, no offense Fangs but didn't you pass out and light on fire last time you went outdoors without a full hoodie and pants?" Chucky arched an eyebrow at her as Freddy finally stood up.

"I didn't light on fire I just drained my energy and got a sunburn sheesh it took like a few hours anyway." Leech waved her hand at the group and made her way to a stair closet pulling out a parasol. "I got this thing too it'll be fine!"

"And you're not worried about this?" Chucky turned to his landlord who shifted his weight like an impatient child.

"You do not think I can keep my mate safe? You are a fool doll." The clown scoffed and began to play with the umbrella.

"This is why I keep havin’ nightmares about your crotch demons." The doll grumbled, "last people in the world who should be parents."

"Come on Pen it's still warm out and I've been wanting to try this for months now!" The nosferatu bravely grabbed her monsters arm and popped open the umbrella before disappearing.

"I'm not helping her when she burns herself this time." Freddy huffed and snatched his hat from the dusty floor.

Leech spun the umbrella impatiently in her fingers as she stood at the edge of a rock. The sky was finally turning orange and purple above them and she'd probably be able to drop the parasol all together. But not yet, she didn't feel ready to drop it yet. Inside her babies stirred to life at the feeling of fear from their host, suckling at it like hungry pups. The nosferatu groaned at the feeling of fatigue in her knees and the vertigo in her head. Her sudden dizziness had her nearly falling over till a firm wall of silk caught her a warm wet chin clicking softly into her head. "Don't be afraid." Her mate mumbled moving to soothe his brood. "They'll take too much."

"Is this the first time you've ever said that?" Leech chuckled at the irony. The laugh the clown let out vibrated against her back and he plucked her parasol from her hand spinning it in his fingers. "Yes, and hopefully the last."

"Don't take this the wrong way but its hard to be afraid when I'm with you." Leech mumbled putting her hand over the one that pressed against her stomach. She felt the growl of annoyance at her back and quickly backpedaled "Not that you're not scary, christ Pen chill. It's just hard to be terrified of someone you love so much." Wet fangs rubbed against her skull and hot bursts of air washed over her skin as he rubbed on her like a cat.

"You're lucky I love you back sweet thing." He growled in a mock threat. "Though I am still unaccustomed it.." he added and trailed off as if he were pondering the feeling. Pennywise didn't come-to till the cool skin of his mate left his arms and she stood at the edge of the lake at the bottom of the quarry. As much as he disliked feeling the scene in front of him felt like a dream. Her sunflower dress fell off her widened hips revealing a polka-dot bikini that hugged her curves in all the best ways. His golden eyes scanned up her legs over her back and shoulders taking in the sight as she idly twisted the umbrella in her hands. For thousands of years he mocked love as a weakness and he was right. He ached for her.

"God damn its cold" she complained taking her toe out of the water. "Hold this." Leech turned and handed the parasol off her drooling clown barley taking notice till he heard a splash followed by a loud curse.

"All right big guy your turn!" She shouted back to him and Pennywise quickly realized she had dove in without her sun protection.

"*Ahem*" the monster cleared his throat and pointed to her discarded parasol.

"Oh lighten up Pen it's almost past sunset anyway" Leech rolled her eyes and her clown scowled "If you want me to be safe you'll have to come in after me!" She grinned wide and floated onto her back. After a moment of silence she glanced back up to no clown standing on the shore. "Pen?" She asked standing on her tiptoes to stay afloat. A splash behind her made her smirk and turn around. Instead of a smiling painted face leech was met with a wall of teeth and a charging great white shark causing her to shriek in surprise. The beast snapped its jaws and crashed into the water disappearing in the murky depths. A pair of golden eyes and soaked red hair popped up in its place twinkling with delight. He was definitely smiling like an idiot under the surface. Leech held her stomach in pain as her babies sucked another hefty amount of her energy away and splashed her lover in the face weakly.

"Don't ever say I'm not scary." Her clown sneered down at her.

"Jackass." She hissed back.

"I thought you *ahem*" Pennywise cleared his throat and changed his voice to a caricature of his mate's "Loved me so much!"

"I don't sound like that." Leech growled through pain and took a bold step towards him. "And why did you keep the costume on?" Pennywise snatched her wrist and studied it before roughly grabbing the other and placing her hands on the on his chest.

"You wish me to take it off hmm?" He purred and moved her hand lower as the top half of the wet silk melted off him. "Not afraid of what lurks in the depths?" He rumbled and pressed her hand to his crotch.

"Oh my god you're such a perv!" The vampire hissed and squirmed but didn't fight when her eldritch pulled her closer.

"Yet you don't pull away~" he purred

"Look I didn't drag you out here just to fuck."

Pennywise growled in annoyance "I want my mate." He snarled

"Swim around with me first you needy bastard the sun's going down and I want to at least enjoy myself a bit before you wear me out." Leech drifted away from him back into deeper water.

"You'll enjoy yourself doing my activity more...." Her mate grumbled.

"If you want to put me in the mood faster Pennywhine, lose the clown pants!" She called to him floating on her back

Pennywise mocked her a bit and grumbled to himself as he tried to remember what male bathing costumes looked like. Stripes? He did like stripes. The clown snapped his fingers forming a red and white Victorian swimsuit around his body.

"The fuck is that? Prison PJs?" Leech yelled

"It's a swimming costume!"

"Well it does hug your ass nicely"

Pennywise cocked an eyebrow and dove underwater with the grace of a dolphin and under the surface he all but disappeared. Eldritch horror was definitely a well-earned title.

Something vicious and slimy wrapped around her ankle and before leech could make a sound she was pulled under meeting a glowing tooth-filled grin that could easily be mistaken for an angler fish's face. Her eyes narrowed and she shoved him only to have both her hands snatched in more tentacles that grew from the clown's shoulders and guided her arms around his neck. Pennywise's massive forehead bumped against her own and tiny glowing lights began to rise from the now blackened depths illuminating the lake in the twilight. Like slow dancing with Cthulhu. Leech thought to herself as they drifted under the surface rising with the lights which floated around them as they broke the surface. "Am I forgiven now?" Her eldritch purred as they floated further till they stood together on the surface of the water.

"Play some music and I'll consider it." Leech smiled and rested her head against him.

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Mm I'm too tired to tango"

"Something slow then," her clown said warmly as from somewhere a soft waltz played through the trees.

[glamrockmonarch]

Song Aesthetics

Shuffle your iTunes/Spotify/whatever you keep your music on, and choose 10 songs.  For each song explain a memory/aesthetic/feeling you have associated with it!

Tagged by the Ace Queen herself @smittyjaws . Your Majesty, what an honour!

1. Baby Baby - Tropkillaz 

They used to play this song during the Olympics whenever the scoreboards were put on screen at the swimming competitions. Not all know, but I am a huge fan of swimming and I actually practiced the sport for a few years (got the shoulders to prove it). At the time I was learning to swim butterfly style and this song makes me think of the water, the Olympics and the sore tummy I had for weeks. 

2. Missing You - All Time Low 

I have a thing with ATL, I love them but I cannot listen to them anymore. They are a great band that I discovered because my best friend showed me some of their songs. I... I made a mess with this guy. I spent half out friendship falling in love with him while he did not, I think he taught me to be who I am! He encouraged my writing. He encouraged me to make music and to express myself. He listened and he was there to hold me when I cried. I don’t think I have ever trusted someone like that ever. I listen to this song and I hate it because it’s cute and fluffy and it makes me think of someone I loved who...changed. My friend and I distanced from each other, we had issues and we had stuff going on in our minds. We ended up becoming strangers. But I still think of him when I listen to a love song.

3. Star Girl - McFly 

Oh my god! This is another band this dude told me to check out back in 2008! But this band became my thing. This was when I started dreaming. Because of this band, I decided I would go on an exchange somewhere far someday if not England. I ended up going to Germany, but this song brings me to a great place of dreams and hopes and teenage naivety. 

4. Girl Got A Gun - Tokio Hotel 

This song is in English but it changed the way I saw music for a whole year. I walked into the Tokio Hotel party a little late...but I found them because I needed to learn some songs in German to improve my speaking skills and although they stopped writing songs in their native language, they still made some great music in 2014 and 2017. 

5. Сломана (Slomana)  - serebro

Okay, listen up, I speak a tiny bit of Russian (although I have never had proper lessons), so I like to listen to music in this language. For me it sounds beautiful, I love learning this kind of languages that are so different from my native language, which is Spanish; and this song in particular I like because I feel like it delivers the message even if you don’t understand the words while it also has a great beat.

6. Emotions - Mariah Carey

You got me feeling emotions! Oh boy... this is a song I cannot take seriously because of the damn lawnmower vine... but I absolutely love to fail to get to that freaking whistle. 

7. Forbidden Love - Billy

HAHAHAHA I love this song. It automatically made me think of two guys just now! One was my German teacher from a while ago. He was tall and ginger and I had such a stupid crush on him... he had a polish girlfriend  :- / Nothing happened, haha, although I wished it did for a while. The other guy....haha, is someone I met in Germany. He was cute but just not my type! We used to hang out a lot because he was a friend’s roommate, but nothing happened either. 

Your Glam Monarch is not about to give the goods that easily! 

This song is playful and fun but about something kind of annoying that happens with people sometimes. It makes me feel flirty and angsty, give it a listen!

8. Bad Girls - Donna Summer

Toot, toot, hey...beep beep! This song makes me feel my RuPaul fantasy! Also, I like it because it sounds sassy. This song is one of those “I’m feeling myself” jams you just have to dance to. It’s also a killer on karaoke night, but you have to commit. Trust me.

9. Froot - MARINA (and the diamonds) 

This song is soooo good. I used to listen to this on repeat for days. The thing with Marina is that she has this very interesting low voice going on and it sounds so damn fine! This song I associate with the feeling of meeting someone you feel excited for. Maybe someone you’ve known for a while but who you kind of want to flirt with but don’t go at it yet. Idk man, I love to have it play on my headphones. 

10. Perfect Illusion - Lady Gaga

This song is my perfect angsty fantasy. I imagine such a dramatic story behind this song. Pain, cheating, lies, ugly crying...the whole shebang! I love singing it too because you really get to put your diaphragm into it, you have to understand I commit to it when I connect the Bluetooth of my phone to the car... 

[quaxorascal]

All questions for Taber and co!

actuallyaltaria said: (co being Belasco, Aracelli, and any NPCS you think are relevant here)

Sure thing! Though I’ll only do odd-numbered questions I think! (from here)

1) What’s their favorite types of art? Do any of them make any art themselves?Taber appreciates all forms of visual art but doesn’t make any herself, and idk about the rest of the party. As far as NPC, Zuzanna is a jeweller, and Helia is pretty damn artful at killing people to death

3) Who will buy the others candy and treats if they’re feeling down, and who will comfort them emotionally?Esovera once gave Taber a bottle of whiskey as a “sorry you got crushed by a dragon and nearly died” gift, so I think she counts for the first category. As for the second, Aracelli is good at voicing her emotions and comforting others when their emotions are out of whack, though she doesn’t let others do the same for her, whoops

The rest goes under a cut!

5) What does everyone do in their downtime?Belasco’s most likely to sell shit, solve puzzles, and design new weapons; Aracelli does target practice for hours on end and pets her bird; Taber spends time with her girlfriend and reads; Esovera and Nate fuck behind Esovera’s bar

7) What superpowers would they pick?I’ll just answer for Taber for this one, but I think she’d choose either invisibility or the ability to take wounds from others. She could, you know, heal those wounds instead of taking them for herself, but uh

9) Can one of them bake well?Nobody in the party has tried while in-game, but I imagine Esovera and Zuzanna can both bake decently well

Gonna skip 11 actually

13) Who enjoys parties? Who would rather stay at home?Lmao the gang is neutral leaning negative toward parties in practice, but Taber does like the idea of being at a party. Zuzanna seems to enjoy parties though, and Esovera likes throwing them! Nate would rather be at home I’m sure, and Helia is more of a rave sorta girl I think

15) Who wears cheesy, cliche, embarrassing underwear?Please please please @theraveninhisstudy​ tell me that Nate would wear heart-print boxers

17) How would they react to a call or text from a wrong number?Belasco would probably fuck with whoever called him and keep them on the phone to know what it is they’re calling about, unless he doesn’t know who they are and they aren’t important. Aracelli would probably just hang up immediately, as would Taber

19) Who has the worst puns? How do the others react?God I hope this is Helia

21) Who would dye their hair/dye it again? What color would they go for?The closest I can think of would be Belasco donning the Disguise Cloak to actually give him hair, otherwise I’m not sure anyone would?

23) Who is the biggest nerd of all? What makes them a massive nerd?Your fave is a nerd: Belasco [last name confidential]. Receipts:

Mama’s boy

Loves puzzle books

Thought sending a dragon tooth home to his mom was a great idea

It was not a great idea

Once won a spicy food eating contest by cheating bc crows can’t taste spicy food

Avoids swimming lessons by cheating bc he’d rather invest in a pair of Shoes Shin Guards of Water Walking

Once came down from a dissociative episode by remembering that his tiny kitten loves him

Hates shoes

Runner-up is Esovera, who gets immensely excited for holidays and decorates her bar appropriately a month in advance

25) Who is the most likely to be called an edgelord? -Yml switches campaigns just for this question-

27) What did they get made fun of for when they were younger?Aracelli got made fun of by her clan because she comes from a clan of druids but isn’t a druid herself despite all best efforts; Taber was made fun of by her cousins for her height and heritage; Belasco was probably also got made fun of by his asshole cousin for his height but he was made fun of because he was short lmao

29) Who is the most ticklish?My gut tells me either Helia or Zuzanna and either way I need it

31) One of them buys one of those custom T-shirts where you can choose what words are written on it. What does it say? What do others think?Helia would totally have a shirt that reads “I flexed and the sleeves fell off” and Mason, you can’t argue with me about this because I won’t believe you

33) Who eats tons of plates at an all-you-can-eat buffet? Who gets one small plate, and not much more?Depends on what’s being offered! Aracelli will eat lots if it’s not fancy food, meanwhile Taber will do the same if it Is fancy. Honestly I think Belasco would eat a medium-sized plate of whatever

EDIT:Shay: aracelli is absolutely a five dollar all you can eat buffet kind of girlShay: she’d eat a plate of ten slices of pizza at cicis no problem

35) How would one of them react to another getting them flowers?Taber has already given her gf flowers, specifically silk flowers because Zuzanna is allergic to the real deal. Zuzanna was delighted when she learned who her secret admirer was ;0

37) Who would eat ghost peppers without breaking (too much of) a sweat?Belasco, see point 23

39) Who’s that one person who loves candy corn?Taber probably likes it, and I can see Esovera liking it too if only during Halloween Nightmare’s Eve season

41) Who gets hassled the most to fix computers/technology?I feel like that’s probably Aracelli in a modern AU, since she’s so good at fixing things

EDIT:Shay: also aracelli Isn’t a tech person so: she could fix your car, not your computer ;0

I will thus edit my statement to say probably Belasco ;0

43) Who would be the crazy cat person?Belasco

45) How do they tell their crushes they like them, if at all?Taber gave Zuzanna a flower through Zuzanna’s best friend, disappeared for like two weeks, then came back and honest to god meant to tell Zuzanna herself that she sent the flower, but she’s a bi disaster and wasn’t able to get the words out, leaving Zuzanna to spot the flower on her own. That went pretty well though all things considered

Helia meanwhile is a pan disaster who made a bit of a show of stammering out that she liked Aracelli, and could they go out together sometime? Aracelli thought it was cute though

47) Who stims? What’s their favorite method of stimming?Aracelli stims with archery practice, petting her bird, sitting upside down and occasionally by lying facedown on her bed

49) Who is the sassiest of all?Belasco “Are you just going to tell me to go fuck myself? Because if so, you’re derivative and boring” Belasco

51) What is that one interest they could spend hours talking about? Who listens?Aracelli’s special interest is bows/ archery!! Honestly if she wants to talk about it Taber would be happy to listen as a fellow admirer of weapons, but the problem is it hasn’t come up yet. God damn that would be cute

53) Who makes lunch for who?The gang buys food at Esovera’s bar on the regular, which I say should count toward our rent

55) Who’s not strong enough to open tight jars? Who has to open it for them?

Belasco: 9 STR

Aracelli: 11 STR

Taber: 18 STR

Take a guess

57) What’s their ideal first date? What was/will their actual first date be like?I’ll just answer she second question of these! 

Aracelli and Helia’s first date was an attempt to eat at a fancy restaurant, both of them bailing because it was too uppity for both of them, then going to Helia’s favourite bar and kicking ass in the fighting pit because why not. Aracelli kicked the most ass and I’m so sad I wasn’t actually present for that

Taber’s and Zuzanna’s was also an outing to a fancy restaurant, less fancy than the one the other two picked but still a good choice for these two rich kids. They chatted over wine and Taber walked Zuzanna home and got a kiss on the cheek before Zuzanna left. It was very cute

59) Who would study for days for a test? Who doesn’t do a lick of studying?Honestly I feel like all of our kids would be pretty good as far as studying!

61) Does anyone have an unusually loud or quiet voice? Does anyone never speak sometimes/at all?Aracelli has gone nonverbal a couple of times, and in general her voice is pretty quiet. Taber keeps hers quiet too, as well as pitching it up. Belasco kinda just talks normally, not loud or quiet

63) Who comes to an event super late? Who comes to it super early?Just gonna answer for Taber for this one too! She’d rather be early to an event than late, she’d definitely be super early if given the chance. Also if Nate is late for an event it’s because he didn’t want to come

65) What’s the most annoying thing about living with these characters/people?Aracelli sometimes just doesn’t wear a shirt, and Belasco is cool with joining in on the naked party, too. That’s just how it is sometimes. Taber is always flustered when this happens. Also Belasco will be subtle and pull personal info out of you/ eavesdrop on all sorts of stuff he shouldn’t. Taber sometimes chills in her full suit of paladin armour for no gd reason other than that she likes wearing it, and it baffles the other two so much

67) Who sees an empty playground and can’t resist playing around for awhile?Probably Aracelli and Helia tbh, and that would also be a really cute date

69) Who’s the one that “you can’t take anywhere”?You can’t take Taber to anyplace where you wanna be stealthy, you can’t take Belasco anywhere if you want him to mind his own business, and you can’t take Aracelli anywhere where there’s no trees

71) What’s the dumbest thing they own, and the story behind it?Taber has a bottle of cheap and shitty perfume that she won at a carnival by playing one of those strength games with the mallet, Aracelli has arrows with heads full of peppercorns meant to be fired in people’s faces (and she made them all by herself!!), and when I asked Nidoran what the dumbest thing Belasco owns is they said “a cat” and that’s fair (and then they later added “6 stolen lemons”, which Belasco stole because Ulrich wouldn’t tell him where he got the lemons in the first place)

73) Who wears/would wear the most colorful or extravagant clothing?Out of everyone in the party, Taber and Belasco both, and Belasco might be a little more extravagant. As far as extravagantly fancy, that would be Zuzanna; for just plain extravagant, Esovera, see point 23

75) What’s a secret one of them have been hiding from the rest?For the longest time Aracelli had been hiding the fact that she was spellscarred, and Taber had been hiding the fact that Deniel is her brother and not her cousin. She’s also hiding the details of what she had to do under the Broker’s servitude, and Belasco is not only hiding as much personal information as he fucking can, but he’s hiding it by lying about it

[thetourguidebarbie]

20 min drabble klaroline + swimming lessons

Obviously this was not 20 minutes lol. This is a sequel to the step-sibling drabble from yesterday for @goldcaught and the others who asked. There will be two or three more and I'll probably combine them into a one shot and post on ffnet. This has no smut, but it's definitely suggestive enough to be considered NSFW.

“I still don’t understand why we have to do this,” Elena grumbled, adjusting her ponytail.

“Because it’s the best way to practice after football season,” Caroline replied, trying not to let her irritation with Elena’s attitude take over too obviously. “Do you have better things to do? Should I give Hayley front row instead?”

“No,” Elena said quickly. “That’s fine.”

“Good.”

“And look at it this way, ‘Lena, at least we get to watch shirtless guys dripping with water between routines. I know he’s your irritating brother, Care, but Klaus is hot.”

“Step-brother,” Caroline growled. “I don’t share a single speck of DNA with that jerk.”

Which was good, since they’d snuck into each other’s bedrooms almost every night for two months. The guilt had eaten at her insides the whole time, and she’d ended it the week before when they’d nearly gotten caught. What stung the most about it was that Klaus didn’t fight it. She knew he had feelings for her (and she most definitely reciprocated), but he hadn’t bothered to protest, the only sign of his reaction a brief flash of hurt in his eyes before his face cleared. He’d shrugged, laying back in the bed with the sheet pulled up around his waist and didn’t even look at her as she pulled on her cami and sleep shorts. She’d tried to convince herself that it was better that way, that it would help her get over him faster, but if she was honest with herself, she knew she wanted to be with him, even if it was a terrible idea. She also could recognize that what she’d actually wanted wasn’t really for him to fight for her. She’d wanted reassurance, for him to acknowledge that what they were doing was wrong and impulsive and stupid, but that she was worth it.

And he hadn’t given it.

Still, despite avoiding her at school, he’d still give her appreciative looks when they were at home and she was lounging in her pajamas with her laptop in the living room or bent over the kitchen table with a textbook, and she’d tried her best to restrain herself from returning them.

Instead, she pushed her bed back against the other wall and tried to ignore how much she regretted walking away.

“Whatever,” Katherine said, shrugging. “I have eyes, at least.”

“Yeah, but trust me, you’re wasting your time,” Caroline said, an irrational stab of jealousy hitting her. Sure, she couldn’t let herself have him, but she still thought of him as hers, still held on to the tiny shred of hope that he might make the first move and validate her desire for him. She’d be damned if Kathering fucking Pierce got her claws on him before Caroline let him go for good.

It wasn’t fair or reasonable, but whatever.

“Why?”

“He has a girlfriend,” Caroline said impulsively. “She’s back in the U.K. He’s really into her.”

“Why haven’t I heard about them?”

Caroline swallowed, her mind racing. “When has Klaus ever talked about anything personal?”

“Umm…When he fucked Dana at Lockwood’s party six months ago.”

“That was a rumor.”

“Wow, someone’s defensive.”

“I just don’t want you to get distracted by my dumbass brother during season,” Caroline said, the word ‘brother’ sour on her tongue.

“You don’t have to lie about his love life, Caroline. I get why you’re upset, but I promise that if we break up it won’t ruin our friendship.”

Caroline honestly wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but she didn’t have the chance as Klaus surfaced from the water to take a break from drills and Katherine marched over.

His hair was sticking to his face, and she longed to trace the drips of water falling down his abs with her tongue, to make him groan as she let her nail run below the waistband of his swimsuit, and she tried not to wish ill on her frenemy, but just watching made her want to claim him, to run her hand down his arm in front of everyone and bask in the warmth of the way he looked at her.

God, she needed a drink. Or something.

She couldn’t resist listening in as Katherine stopped in front of him, slightly reassured by the complete ambivalence he exuded when she asked him if he wanted to go to dinner later that week. His eyes seemed to naturally find hers, and she flushed, looking away, though she let herself peek at him out of the corner of her lashes, and his lips twitched before he turned back to Katherine. “No,” he said firmly, grabbing a nearby towel from the stack and rubbing his hair and face with it.

“Caroline said you had a girlfriend. Is that why?”

“Did she?” Klaus asked, his lips twitching as he slung the fabric over his shoulder.

“I thought she was lying,” Katherine said triumphantly, and Caroline felt a stab of nervousness as Klaus seemed to consider whether to respond.

“It was supposed to be a secret,” he finally said, his voice deceptively light, his gaze darting towards her again before his lips twitched. “She’s a jealous little thing. Clever. Ruthless. I advise you don’t get mixed up with her, Katerina.”

“She sounds like a piece of work.”

“Careful, Katerina,” he whispered, his eyes flashing. “I do not take well to insults to the few people whom I care for.”

Caroline bit her lip, her heart soaring at his words, and she smiled slightly when their eyes met, but he didn’t return it, instead giving her a calculating glance before chugging a bottle of water and turning around when Coach Tanner called for him to get back to drills.

She lingered after practice, and when he came out she asked if she could have a ride home, knowing that she was being about as subtle as Rebekah did when she wanted specific birthday presents, and Klaus nodded, gesturing to the parking lot. They walked in silence until they got into the car, Klaus turning to her once they had their seatbelts on, not starting the ignition.

“I wasn’t aware that I was in a relationship,” he said abruptly, no humor present in his voice. “Care to explain, love?”

“Kat’s the literal worst. You don’t want to bother.”

“Are you a mind reader?” he asked dryly. “I had no idea that you could tell what my desires were without exchanging a single word with me in the past two weeks.”

“I…I just—”

“You were jealous,” he finished, and her shoulders slumped.

“A little, yeah.”

“Well then, I suppose you have a choice, don’t you? You said you didn’t want me, yet it’s clear that you don’t want me to be with anyone else. You can’t have it both ways, sweetheart.”

“I thought I didn’t get to choose what you wanted for you.”

“I already chose you. I made that clear.”

“What? No you didn’t. You just like, let me walk out on you—”

“Let you?” he asked, his chuckle a bit too hollow to carry any real amusement. “It’s always been your choice, Caroline. You left. That was all you and your insecurities.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because this…what we have…this is wrong, Klaus. If our parents ever found out—”

“Then they won’t. Not until we’re both legal adults, and then they’ll just have to get over themselves.”

“You’re already thinking that far ahead, huh?”

“Weren’t you?”

There was a slight undercurrent of confusion in his voice, of hurt, and she laid her hand on top of his on the gear shift, turning to look at him fully.

Klaus had seemed eternally unflappable, his emotions only pulling through his facade when he lost his temper or his control, and she was surprised that he was being so open with her, even though she desperately wanted his honesty now that he’d freely given it.

“Yeah,” she said, letting out a shaky laugh. “I made a ton of plans. Unrealistic ones, obviously, bit—”

“Unrealistic?”

“You know… life plans. Like, going to college in the same city and living together and stuff.”

“Those are all doable,” he said, and she was weirdly thrilled that he was taking what she considered to be childish fantasies completely seriously, that he’d thought about what being with her might mean.

Sure, it could be high school sweetheart puppy love, but something already told her that this could be epic.

“Great,” she said, giving the area around them a quick glance before pecking him on the lips, and he immediately, deepened the kiss, his fingers winding through hers as his other hand cupped her neck.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so weird about this. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“It was worth it for the end result,” he said before giving her a smug, dimpled grin. “I must admit that it was also satisfying to watch you pine after me at practice.”

“I wasn’t pining. I just have eyes, okay?”

“If you say so, love.”

“No, seriously!”

“Perhaps one day I’ll let you fulfill those filthy thoughts I can see running through your mind, hmm?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, like you don’t have a thing for my cheerleading outfit.”

“Wearing our respective uniforms isn’t mutually exclusive.”

She let her mind wander to the fantasy of him leaning against a pillar under the bleachers as she peeled the tight fabric of his suit down with her teeth before she took him in her mouth, his fist wound in her ponytail, her skirt hiked around her waist, uniform shorts nowhere to be found, and felt her core clench.

“Someday,” she said, her voice a little breathless, and his smile was infuriatingly smug, as though he knew exactly where her mind went (and it probably did.

They caught up on the last few weeks as they drove home, Klaus indulgently listening to Caroline’s complaints about Elena’s lack of commitment to the squad, and how extracurriculars only counted on college applications if you actually participated, and he gave her a few ideas on how she could fix that, none of which she felt justified in doing.

“I can’t accidentally drop her, Klaus,” she said for the third time as he parked in the front of the house.

“Why not? Just move slightly out of position and apologize profusely. Problem solved.”

“But I can’t be out of position! I’m the captain, and I lose my authority if I fuck up.”

“You have to stop caring so much what people think of you, sweetheart,” he said, and she felt like he was talking about more than Elena’s cheering incompetence.

“I know, but it’s hard,” she said, unlocking the door, and he reached out to cover her hand with his before she could turn the knob.

“Tonight?” he whispered, his hot breath on her ear sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. “I’ve missed you.”

“Sure. Me too.”

She pushed the door open, stopping in the front hall when Mikael strode out of the back office, her body naturally moving in front of Klaus’s as though she could protect him.

“Hi Mikael,” she said, putting on her best customer service smile, and he grunted, glancing at Klaus over her shoulder before speaking.

“Your mother wants the whole family to go out for dinner,” he said, nodding at Caroline, and she could practically feel Klaus’s discomfort behind her when Mikael pointedly ignored him.

“Okay. We’ll get ready,” Caroline said with a saccharine smile.

Klaus followed her upstairs, and before she could go past his room to hers, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around so that their noses were only an inch apart. “Wear a skirt for me,” he whispered, letting his fingers play with the hem of her cheer skirt. “Or one of those pretty sundresses you favor. You can make the past two weeks of silence up to me by giving me something exciting to do during dinner, hmm?”

She felt arousal build in her lower belly just from his words, knew a flush was creeping up her cheeks, but she nodded.

She showered and dressed, zipping up her sundress and debating with herself before foregoing her panties, knowing her forethought would turn Klaus on all the more.

Everything about their relationship was so wrong, but she couldn’t resist when being with him felt so right.