#anyways i feel. Better? getting it out more in the Open

[magnificent-buckless-butt]

Wait. Seriously, hold on. This post is hunting me right now because I think I can finally put my fingers on why USA Christianity is weirding me out since the beginning.

As an European, it baffles me how much of the population identify as Christians while acting and saying things like they've never read the Bible in the first place. Except they did, in some extant, because they're the one that quote it so often (we don't do that here, we might refer to a specific part but don't really quote the Bible?). So why, why do they act as if they never read love your neighbor, give the other cheek, Father forgive them etc.?

Because they want to be warriors actually. They want a wrathful God. And there is God's anger in the Bible, there is the wrath of God that must appealed and you must always feel guilty and ask for forgiveness*. But comes Jesus and what he says is basically 'no more'. No more wrath, no more anger, no more warriors. But humans love raging war.

And we fucking did throughout the whole history of Christians actually. You start by saying you're a warrior of Christ, that your virtue is your sword, your faith is your shield and so one. It's nice: you're being a good believer AND you get to have this badass, very virilis imagery of the warrior. But! If you're lucky enough, you'll even have a real war against some "pagans" (really, you don't have to worry about the specifics) and then! Ouh boy, you get to be a real warrior. Everything is perfect.

Which brings us to: why are these people not changing faith/God? Pick another, more angry God/deity or simply go with a "personal faith away from human's restricting religion". Answer: because it's so fucking hard. I'm studying theology so hard and sometimes it happens that I find Catholicism restricting, too verbose or too specific. Except I can't just ditch "my" religion. (To be fair, I also really don't want to because I decided to fight from the heart of the Church but that's another subject. Oh, and notice how I used fight --even I can't refrain from the manly warrior)

Okay, so what do we do? Well I say, we piss them off. And we do so by celebrating the fucking amazingness that is God made human just to fucking die. Jesus never won by any human standards. He was the ultimate loser. And ain't that absolutely beautiful? And humbling? How can you hate the Mexican who takes your job if God tell you to wash his feet as if you're below him? How can you decide who deserves right if you God tell you that you should strip yourself for a random stranger? I say we fight back by being unapologetically happy that God died for us. Not guilty. Happy. It's so, so beautiful that They love us so much and only want us to replicate a fraction of Their love to everyone we encounter. That we have to make ourselves a bit uncomfortable so a stranger can be a whole lot comfortable. That we have to renounce privileges and luxury so all human beings can have the exact same things and opportunities. That it is shameful to try to be better than anyone else. That it is shameful to try to be successful on our own because we're supposed to uplift everyone else before ourselves. That it is shameful not to be empathetic, vulnerable, open about our weaknesses etc.

So anyway, thanks OP because now I'm even more filled with spite that will fuels my love so I can spite their hatred.

*okay side note since you're still here: this is why in the first centuries, there was a heretic branch of Christianity very adamant on separating the Old testament God to the new gospel God.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

[honeyjynxxed]

DeadTired Draft

"You're very good at pretending to be a shadow."

Tim's voice shook Danny from his quiet note taking and he looked up at his study partner with furrowed brows and confusion on his face. "I'm sorry?" It was as much a question as it was an apology which meant it was neither really.

Electric blue eyes pinned him in place, and Tim looked at Danny as if he had just said the sky was green. "If I had not been partnered with you in our ecology class I wouldn't know you exist. No one at this school knows you exist besides the staff and even then you're a name to a face to a grade. Nothing else. You're very good at pretending to be a shadow, a bodiless thing gliding along the edges of society."

Danny bit his lip slightly, mulling these words over. Tim was right of course, he never allowed himself to make waves, he stuck to the background of any place he was in, and really he was surprised that he wasn't more noticeable with how often Tim Drake-Wayne was his study partner. "I guess...I've never really like attention anyway. Why, you stalking me, Drake?" He raised a brow at the other boy, attempting to hide his confusion behind snark. He hardly ever used Tim's last name, either of them, but this seemed like an appropriate time to do so.

"Hiding something, Nightingale?" Tim snarked back but there was a bit of genuine questioning under his tone that had Danny tensing up in his sit, gripping his pencil a little too tightly in his left hand. "I can only contact you through your student email, you don't have a phone number or a phone period as far as I can tell, you have a laptop that barely works and seemingly requires a blood sacrifice to do the most basic of tasks. You live on campus but you never let me see your dorm, you never agree to meet me anywhere but the library on campus and I just-" He lets out a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair and suddenly Danny is a lot less tense in his seat. When Tim's eyes settle on him again there's genuine concern there and it breaks his heart. "I am worried. Daniel Nightingale doesn't exist outside of this college and it makes me think you're running from something or someone. If that isn't the cause then by all means please tell me I'm overstepping but Danny..." Tim reaches across the table that separates them and grabs at his free hand. "If you need help I'm here, ok?"

And oh...oh Danny's core positively sings in his chest at the admission. Protection was a major obsession for Danny and the way Tim talked, the way he explained his thought process, it made Danny feel warm and fuzzy inside despite the permanent chill in his body. Tim wanted to protect him and wasn't that so sweet? "I-" Danny stuttered before a sad smile was spreading across his lips and he gave the boy's hand a gentle squeeze. "I appreciate that but unless you have a way to somehow get an entire government organization disbanded and legislature revoked then I'm afraid this is out of your ballpark."

And really, Danny should've known better than to open his fat mouth. He should've known that the Fenton luck would bite him in the ass with his first real friend since Sam and Tucker. Tim may have dropped the conversation after that but by no means had he dropped the topic entirely. No instead apparently he had somehow gotten into contact with the Justice League because less than two weeks later Batman, Red Robin, Superman, and John Constantine of all people were waiting for him inside his dorm when he got back from a late night of studying.

What.

The.

Fuck.

[avianyuh]

Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days. 

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally. 

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best. 

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state. 

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him. 

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.”  Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again. 

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend. 

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you. 

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered. 

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no. 

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other. 

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him. 

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful. 

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really now how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

[tortillamastersblog]

Back To You - Part 15 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

A/N: It’s big brain time, guys!

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Liam. . .Hospital. . .In critical condition. . .Surgery. . .

With shaking hands I end the phone call with Paige and stare out of the window.

Now’s not the time to break down, Y/N. Focus on Gale.

Paige is on her way to the city. I told her not to come, but she’s coming anyway. She and I are Liam’s emergency contacts, and it’s better if she’s there for Liam when—not if!—he wakes up from surgery instead of me because I still have a target on my back.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks softly.

I turn my head to see her twisted in the passenger seat, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. Tara also looks at me through the rear view mirror, but she’s quick to look back at the road when she almost runs over a garbage can.

“It’s Liam, he’s been attacked by Ghostface,” I say quietly as I force myself to keep my emotions under control.

“What? Oh my God, is he—is he—“

“He’s in surgery,” I say quickly, ignoring the way my stomach twists at the thought of him not making it. “Paige is on her way here.”

Guild flashes through Sam’s eyes. “I’m so—“

“No,” I cut her off, my voice breaking. “Don’t apologize. He’s going to be fine. He’s going to be fine. . . Right now we have to focus on Gale.”

Both sisters seem unconvinced but they drop it and a minute later Tara pulls up next to Gale’s apartment complex.

We jump out of the car, getting some weird looks from pedestrians, and hurry into the building and into the elevator that takes us up to Gale’s penthouse.

Ghostface is here. Ghostface is going to kill Gale. He attacked Liam. Liam’s in surgery. Liam— No! Keep it together, Y/N.

I clench my jaw and tap my foot impatiently, ignoring the worried looks Sam and Tara shoot me.

After what feels like hours, the elevator finally opens on Gale’s floor and we rush out and into the apartment through the front door that is already wide open.

“No!” My heart drops and I freeze when we round the corner and I see Ghostface kneeling over Gale with a knife in his hand.

He raises it, ready to strike, but Sam jumps into action. She grabs a gun off the ground and fires it at him. Of course she misses because her hands are shaking so much, but it’s enough to make Ghostface scramble away from Gale.

Sam shoots at him a couple more times, but she misses again, and again, until he vanishes around a corner.

A groan from Gale snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly take the gun from Sam and point it at where Ghostface vanished while she and Tara drop down next to Gale.

“Shit.” Sam winces when she presses her hands to Gale’s bleeding stomach. Blood seeps through her fingers and her panicked eyes flicker back and forth between her hands and Gale’s face. “I’m sorry, I should have known that he was gonna come after you,” she whispers which makes Gale shake her head.

“He didn’t get me,” she says weakly, and I slowly lower the gun. The chances of Ghostface coming back with all of us here, and with a gun no less, are slim to none.

“Tell Sidney he never got me,” Gale whispers, her voice barely audible over the approaching sirens. She’s pale, alarmingly so, and her eyes flutter shut a heartbeat later.

Tears prick at my eyes.

She’s not going to make it. . . Liam’s not going to make it. . .NO. They’ll both be fine.

I blink the tears away and swallow the growing lump in my throat.

Keep it together, Y/N!

“Gale? Gale!” Tara shakes Gale, but the older woman is passed out and I avert my eyes. I can’t bear to see her like this.

Paramedics and police officers hurry into the apartment a moment later which makes me square my shoulders and set the gun down.

“Out of the way!” One of the paramedics says. Tara gets up and move aside, but Sam stays kneeling next to Gale, her hands still pressing against her stomach.

“Come on, move!” The other paramedic says, but Sam doesn’t move.

She’s frantically trying to prevent the life draining out of Gale, but by not moving she isn’t helping anyone. The paramedics have to do their job and they can’t do it unless she moves.

Tara tugs on Sam’s shoulders, trying to pry her away, but Sam shrugs her off, whimpering, “No, no! Gale!”

The desperation in her voice makes it almost impossible for me to keep it together, but I know the paramedics need space to work, so I step forward and wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her to her feet and out of the paramedics’ way while she thrashes and protests.

“No, Gale,” she cries. A moment later the fight leaves her body and she slumps back against me and turns her face so it’s hidden in the crook of my neck. “Please. . .”

Tara’s crying too, holding onto my sleeve as we all watch the paramedics work.

I’m can’t cry. Not yet because if I start now, I won’t be able to stop.

The police sweep the apartment, and I’m not surprised when one officer shouts that Ghostface is gone, but then another one says they’ve found a body and I don’t even have to see it to know that it’s Brooks.

I didn’t know him very well, but he was kind to us, and the fact that he’s dead makes it hard for me to breathe.

Keep it together, Y/N.

Gale is on her way to the hospital and we just spoke to Bailey and Kirby about what happened. They got here several minutes ago with the others and are now talking to the officers who arrived on the scene with the paramedics.

Bailey was not happy that we stole his car, but given the circumstances, he’s not all too mad.

Mindy, Chad, Tara, Ethan, Sam, and I are all perched on one of the couches in the apartment building’s lavish lobby, going over what happened tonight.

Well, Mindy, Chad, Tara, and Ethan are. Sam and I are silent.

Sam has been staring at her hands for minutes now, and I’m starting to get worried, especially when I realizes they’re still covered in Gale’s blood.

I glance at the others and at Kirby and Bailey who are still busy talking before pulling her to her feet.

She doesn’t protest, but she also doesn’t look at me. She simply continues staring at her hands.

“We’ll be right back, guys,” I mumble to the group before leading Sam to the bathroom behind the elevators.

Luckily it’s empty, and I don’t hesitate to lock the door behind us to make sure we have some privacy.

“Okay, come on, let’s get that blood off your hands,” I say softly, leading her to the fancy marble sink in the corner.

Sam doesn’t say anything and when I turn on the water she doesn’t move, so I pull up her sleeves and step behind her, taking her hands in my own and guiding them under the water.

“Talk to me, Sammy,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

It’s a little difficult to wash the blood off since it’s dried to her skin, but I just keep scrubbing her hands.

“It’s my fault,” she whispers after what feels like an eternity. “All of this—Gale, Brooks, Liam, Quinn. . . M-Maybe I’ll just give him what he wants. He wants to punish me, so l I’ll just— I’ll give myself up. If this is what I have to do to keep everyone safe I—“

“Absolutely not.” I squeeze her hands and make sure I got all the blood off before turning off the water. “Look at me.”

Sam’s eyes are trained on the sink, her chin quivering, and she doesn’t meet my eyes in the mirror until I nudge the side of her head with my nose.

“You’re not giving yourself up. You did nothing wrong and there’s no reason for you to get punished. This is not your fault,” I say sternly. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again and again and again until she finally believes it.

“You’re not going around killing people in a stupid mask and you’re not hurting anyone by posting conspiracy theories online. You are Billy Loomis’s daughter, yes, but just because he was a psycho doesn’t mean you’re one, too. We can’t change who our parents are and we’re not taking the blame for what they did, you hear me?”

A tear runs down Sam’s cheek and she closes her eyes, nodding hesitantly. I can tell she’s not fully convinced yet, so I continue while drying our hands with a paper towel.

“You killed Richie because he was going to kill you. He was going to kill Tara, and Gale, and Sidney and me, but he didn’t because you stopped him. That’s not a crime, Sammy, so please stop beating yourself up over the fact that you saved us. That you saved me. You’re the strongest person I know, and we’ve been through so much already, so why on Earth would you want to give up now?”

“I just. . . I want it to stop,” she says quietly, turning in my arms to hug me.

I sigh and press a kiss to her forehead. “I know. Me too, but giving yourself up is not an option. We’re going to get through this together, just like last time.”

“But what if something happens? What if you get hurt again?” she asks, her voice muffled against my chest. She curls her fingers around the hoodie on my back and pulls me closer as though even just the thought of something happening to me scares her.

I raise a hand to run my fingers through her hair and rest my chin on the top of her head. “I can’t promise that everything is going to be fine, that no one is going to get hurt, but I can promise that no matter what happens, I don’t blame you for anything, okay? I love you, no matter what.”

She sniffles, her grip on my sweater tightening. “I love you, too. So much. . . I can’t believe I actually get to say that now.”

I chuckle sadly and lean back to look into her eyes. They’re red and puffy from crying, but they shine with love and I can’t help but cup her face with my hands and kiss her softly.

“Me too. Sometimes I still think it’s a dream,” I admit against her lips which makes her smile ever so slightly before kissing me again.

It’s soft and slow, and filled with all the reassurance she needs.

When we finally pull apart, I use my thumbs to wipe away the last traces of her tears before guiding her back to the door.

Just as I’m about to unlock it though, I freeze, making Sam bump into me.

Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was such a snack, Sam?

“What are you—?”

“Quinn. . .” I breathe out, spinning around with wide eyes.

I know Ethan is one of the Ghostfaces, but he can’t have been the one attacking Gale because he was at the park with us.

It wasn’t the Ghostface from the bodega either because he’s taller, so that means there are three of them in total and the only person who ever referred to me as a Snack is Quinn. . .

She’s dead though. . . But what if she isn’t? What if it was all just a ruse? We never actually saw her dead body, she just stumbled into Anika, covered in blood.

But. . .why?

Why she’s doing this? Why’s she working with Ethan? And who the fuck is the Ghostface from the bodega? All of them are connected somehow, but how?

My mind is running wild and the touch of Sam’s cold hands on my jaw is almost not enough to snap me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, what’s going on? What are you talking about?” she asks when my eyes find hers.

Instead of answering, I take her hands off my face and step back, shaking my head in disbelief. “You have Instagram, right?”

She frowns. “I— Yeah, but—“

“Can I see?” I ask impatiently.

“I guess.” She looks at me weirdly, but takes out her phone and opens Instagram. “What are you—?“

“Just give me a second,” I cut her off and snatch the phone out of her hands.

I go through her followers until I find Quinn’s profile, clicking on it and going through her handful of posts before moving onto the posts she’s tagged in.

There’s nothing that connects her to Ethan or anything suspicious, so I move onto Ethan’s profile next.

At first, it looks like there’s nothing there either, but then my eyes get caught on old picture he’s tagged in.

The picture shows a young Ethan sitting on the hood of a shabby truck, smiling, while another guy, presumably his friend and the guy who posted the picture, is sitting on the roof of the truck’s cabin with a piece of straw between his teeth.

It’s a cute picture, but Ethan’s short hair and dimpled smile remind me of someone. I’m not quite sure who, but it’s making my chest tighten and the caption confirms my suspicions that Ethan and Quinn knew each other way before attending Blackmore.

My partner in crime, E.K.

(📸 Quinny)

August 2017

What the hell is going on? E.K.? Does Ethan have a middle name I’m not aware of?

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Sam asks, tugging on my sleeve, but again, I don’t answer.

I zoom in on Ethan, and narrow my eyes trying to figure out who he reminds me of.

Short, curly hair, thick eyebrows, narrow nose. . .

Oh my— Wait, no. That can’t be—

I go back to Quinn’s profile and look at her old pictures, my heart racing as my brain puts two and two together.

Same eyes, same hair color, same nose. . .

“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, finally looking up at Sam who’s chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought.

“What is it?” she asks.

I turn the phone and show her the two photos, also making sure to point out the caption under the post Ethan is tagged in.

“Quinn and Ethan are siblings! Quinn is the one who tried to kill Gale,” I exclaim, my hands shaking because of the revelation.

“What? No! That can’t be. Quinn is dead and—“

“Is she though?” I cut her off impatiently. “It was Ethan who attacked us at the apartment and we never saw her dead body. We also didn’t see her getting stabbed. All we saw was a bunch of blood. And look—“ I point at the picture of a young Quinn on the phone—, “they’re basically twins! And Ghostface called me a snack on the phone! Remember what Quinn said when we first met?”

Sam’s eyes widen and she visibly pales. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was such a snack, Sam,” she whispers and I nod adamantly.

“Exactly! It’s her and— Oh my fucking God. . .” My mouth goes dry and my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

“What?!” Sam takes the phone out of my hands and steps closer, tugging on my sleeve. “What is it?!”

“Detective Bailey is the Ghostface from the bodega,” I whisper, horrified. “H-He’s Quinn’s and Ethan’s dad and he’s got combat training and he knows how to use a shotgun. He stole the old Ghosface masks and all the other shit in the old theater out of evidence!“

“Holy shit.” Sam runs her hand through her hair and starts pacing, Gale and Brooks and Liam all momentarily forgotten. “We have to tell someone!”

I nod and exhale shakily. “We do, but we need proof first and we have to be careful. Bailey and Ethan can’t know that we know. And Quinn could be anywhere, so we have to stick together.”

Sam stops pacing and looks at me with determination, nodding. “We need a plan.”

I agree. We need a plan. This ends tonight.

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Hi, everyone! I originally planned on making this part super long, but I promised I’d post something today, so I decided to cut it short. I’m also in a bit of a slump because I’ve been writing non stop lately and I need some time to plot the big showdown❤️

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Also, to whoever may be interested, marathon training sucks sometimes! I went out for a supposedly easy 10k run yesterday and I felt like shit the entire time. I usually love running, but yesterday was just horrible. I was tired and hungry and I couldn’t wait to get back home and curl up in bed with some tea.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I was re-reading POA and was surprised about how open Harry is with Lupin. There are a couple instances of him not wanting to say something because he thinks it’s shameful/embarrassing but then he can’t help himself from opening up to lupin anyway. It reminds me a lot of how he acts with Sirius in GOF and OOTP. But I also think he stopped sharing his feelings with lupin after POA because of the distance that lupin was trying to put between them. It always seems like lupin wants to connect with Harry but won’t let himself because of all the stuff he has going on with himself (him reaching out to put his hand on his shoulder but thinking better of it is a pretty good example). It’s kinda a shame though, it would have been nice if Lupin allowed himself to be closer to Harry because their relationship could have been another place where Harry could be open and confide in another person with.

Yeah, I talked a bit about their dynamic here, but in PoA, Harry found an adult who he likes, and the adult likes him and respects him and he's trying so hard to latch onto that one positive connection and get closer to Lupin. Lupin is like, the first teacher Harry actually looked up to.

I mean, Dumbledore is more of a distant figure at first and Harry's feelings about him are complicated later on. Harry treats Hagrid more like his peer than like his elder. He respects McGonagall immensely, but she always had a more distant and professional air to her.

Remus, on the other hand, already saved Harry from dementors on the train (so he's competent), he clearly likes Harry and he calls all the students by their first names. Lupin is the cool and hip teacher who wants all the kids to like him so he comes up with cool lesson plans and falls behind on the curriculum (according to Snape).

Remus' behavior encourages Harry to look up to and open up to him. Harry never had an adult he could really count on and felt close to. He loves Arthur and Molly, but he doesn't feel like they're his family. Also, he doesn't really register them as competent wizards. But Remus — Remus is everything Harry wants from an adult mentor figure.

It's why Harry keeps going out of his way to talk to him. To convince him to teach him the Patronus Charm. And Remus, well, Remus, as always, is conflicted.

Remus can't have good things in his life. He thinks he doesn't deserve good things in his life. He thinks he is awful and ruins the lives of everyone he is close to just by being there.

I think he really likes Harry. I think he sees Harry as his own person, who isn't James or Lily, and who is talented and capable and brave. But Remus thinks he isn't worthy of being associated with Harry. He thinks Harry must be happier however he is living now, and anyway, he's a werewolf, he couldn't offer Harry anything better (that's what he thinks). It's why he doesn't even offer to take Harry with him, why he never writes to Harry. He twists himself in guilt and shame so he thinks everyone is better off without him which is his go-to excuse on why he shouldn't be responsible for things/people.

And Harry isn't stupid, he can tell when someone doesn't want to talk to him (which Remus is very much acting like), so he stops. It also helps that at the end of PoA, Sirius appears, and Sirius is everything Remus is (capable, likes Harry, cool, very un-Dursley) but more — because he wants Harry to come live with him. He wants Harry to write to him and talk to him. He wants to tell Harry about James and Lily. Sirius comes in after a year in which Harry got the first positive adult role-model (Remus) and then, just, improved the formula by wanting to be there for Harry and not struggling to keep up the distance like Lupin was doing.

As such, post-PoA, we see Harry have the same openness (and even more so) with Sirius. Harry stops talking to Remus because Remus didn't talk to him. I think he felt a little betrayed that Remus didn't tell him he was friends with James throughout the whole year, too. Like, I think it's reasonable that Harry somewhat gave up on Lupin post-PoA. Remus is the one who gave up on a connection with Harry first.

Could their relationship have been better and a source of comfort to Harry? Definitely. But Remus is doing what he always does. What he tried to do with Tonks (even after he got her pregnant) — he forces himself not to get attached and runs away.

[lilacstro]

★this might be the night that my dreams might let me know, all the stars are closer"★. pac: what to expect next in life

hey guys! long time no see! I wanted to post this pac on new years but I just....didn't.

anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. drop suggestions in the ask box!

PS: I saw 9 of cups in all of the piles, and this tells me maybe all the collective together is going to have a wish fulfillment soon! that's so sweet haha

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Paid readings open

₊˚ʚ Pile 1 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: some of you here might be quitting something. There is a "bid adieu" kind of energy here. There also seems to be a throat chakra blockage, maybe you are unable to speak, maybe due to throat issues, cold, flu or even could be engaging in frequent arguments. An advice for you regardless is taking time to think before you speak. Some of you here might also be having trauma resurface. There could be trust/confidence issues as well. Some of you here might also be going through third eye activation. There may also be trouble in engaging things you want to, making time and space for things. You may be having nightmares or such kind of thoughts stemming from past, your family lineage or even trauma.

what's next: for some of you here, who were leaving something, or someone behind, good call, it is the right thing to do. I am hearing "everything that has ever been lost will always be replaced by something better". There would be a lot of options making themselves available to you. You have divine luck, divine protection. One more thing that is coming through is that a fake relationship would fall off, especially if it is with a women. Some of you may also have a change of personality, going from a "I'm a boss bitch" types to going into more serene energy, more calm and collected. Mind you, I do not mean to say there's anything wrong with either :) For those of you who want it, there are options in love coming through as well. For some of you, you may as well have many options in love, think clearly though because one of them may end up being your true love. There would be a lot of emotional healing coming through. For those of you who have been "used" to feeling numb, your heart would open again, just use your thinking and think clearly, please. One of your heartfelt wishes, one you had a lot of attachment to may be coming true as well. It is also possible to hear an apology from someone, especially if they are a water sign.

₊˚ʚ Pile 2 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: while shuffling these cards I had a feeling of "money" being important to this group. Either you gained money, lost it, are investing it or maybe you are planning to make a significant purchase. Pile 3 maybe important as well. Some of you may also be in a mental hole. Feeling trapped or burdened by something. Someone here could have also gone through a hardship in romantic connection, a heartbreak or could have seen the options they anticipated not work out, making a wrong choice. Some of you here might also be struggling with making changes in your day to day life, which can be as big as moving countries or as small as working out everyday. Holding on to ideas, people, memories or routines you know you should let go of.

what's next: I see a wonderful opportunity for financial gains presenting itself to you. You may be afraid or nervous to take it, but go after it, Pile 2. Do not get confused though. Apart from this you may also see new bonds being strengthening with friends and people you meet, more confidence and charisma. You'd appear attractive and reliable, and if you are someone who is anxious socially or likes being alone, you would come out of the shell and enjoy life, enjoy people. For people who are going through a breakup, especially, getting over this person may be the best thing to do. It may take a while, but there is wonderful things awaiting you. If you can subscribe to this description of this person being extremely manipulative with their words, it's even more of a confirmation. For others of you, do not sabotage things coming to you. If its love, luck, money, travel. A wish is about to come true but maybe not exactly how you thought it would. For example, money may come in form of an idea, meeting someone important may come in form of having this feeling of going to that place or saying hi to that person etc. So do not sabotage your blessings by being in a warzone mentally always :)

₊˚ʚ Pile 3 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: Some of you here may be working out a lot. Listening to motivational music. Some of you might also be growing more towards calmer things and ideas, maybe yoga, spiritual retreats in mountains etc. I get why there was a connection between pile 2 and 3, because yet again there seems to be a feeling of being deceived in love, or feeling as if the wish came true but it was a façade. Some of you might also have received a promotion at work, or may have been taking too much workload, maybe even creating an imbalance. There could be arguments on this. Some of you may have "severed ties" with something, maybe a habit, an idea, or a person, but regardless it seems for the best. Birds may be important. I would say watch out for people who try to appear "way too sweet" and try to get under your skin the meanwhile. There could have been a connection which was off balance, especially the masculine energy which could've led to the spiritual awakening of the feminine energy.

what's next: There seems to be a LOT of things that seem to be coming for you pile 3. Before I type next, I heard "revolution starts within", makes sense since I am seeing a lot of reversals in your reading. You need to step out of your mind and body for a while, or atleast strike a balance to be able to experience the real world. "You are not running out of time" is one another message I heard. You will find your spark again, very very soon. Being full of energy, exciting things in life, that once felt dull and lifeless. A period of stagnation is ending. You would be given a way to live this exciting time, but you have to act on it yourself. "Do not be afraid of judgement or being cringey" Maybe you wanted to start a venture, an account, YouTube, do it! Because there is indeed some change coming into your career and financial situation which is divine. A wish is about to come true. Do not "force" change or your energy levels on yourself, let it take time. There is a lot of healing happening for you, especially if you were hurt by someone or something in the past. Things are about to get soo good. Spring after a winter.

[paxaz535]

Brothers Best Friend

♡pairing ♡

paige x black!oc

chapter v

series here

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When Makayla, Emma, Daveli, David and Paige all arrived to the very nice hotel, it was already four. They really didn’t expect anyone to be there because, let’s be honest, who’s really on time for real? if anything, Eli was quite relieved, she wanted to get herself situated before she had to greet anyone anyways.

“Who all did you really invite, David?” Paige asked her best friend as they all stood on the elevator. David chuckled nervously as everyone looked at him. “Oh you know.. just Derek, Lonzo, jayden and his homies.” Eli squinted her eyes. “That’s it?” She questioned. She had a feeling he had more people sliding. David waved her off, “Don’t worry about all that.. just know we gon be lit.” Emma, Makayla and Eli shared a look, they had a feeling something was gonna go down.

As the group of 5 made it to the 4th floor, they all stepped out the elevator. Eli looked down the hall to see pink decorations around her door. She squealed, already getting excited. Makayla and Emma giggled while David and Paige just grinned. “Guys..”

When they made it to the door, Makayla handed her the key card. Eli was cheesing, happily taking the card and unlocking the door. When she walked in, she let out a big gasp. It was pink and black balloons all around the living area, she picked one up and walked further in. She looked towards the kitchen to see a huge ass cake sitting on the counter with her picture on it. It was chips, candy and just a whole bunch of goodies sitting around. Eli couldn’t help but cover her mouth, she was getting emotional.

“Yall didn’t..” She spoke out of shock. Emma stood by the bed room door. “In here is all the good stuff.” She spoke as she opened it. Eli turned around and before she could even step inside, she saw a mini pile of presents. She quickly walked in to see a big pink sign in balloons on the window that said ‘Happy Birthday Daveli’ and more balloons on the ceiling. it was a number 18 right next to the bed with pink pebbles on the bed.

She saw a led light ball in a corner meaning when it got darker, they’d display it and make the room look pretty. It was heart balloons by the bathroom, she noticed mini portraits of her around the room, some with David, some with Paige and some with Makayla in it. It was one with her and Emma on the tv stand and she noticed every one of them.

She was crying by now, they put so much thought into the room and she couldn’t have ask for better friends. She quickly turned towards them and hugged everyone one by one. “Thank you, thank you. this is too cute. I love yall so much.” She spoke, tears still coming down. They all chuckled, seeing the girls reaction.

Paige then remembered, “I have one more thing for you.” She spoke and ran out the room. Daveli was confused and looked at David. He shrugged, “Imma go get myself situated in my room. my peoples should be here soon.” The girls just nodded, eli going back to gawking at the room.

She quickly took a picture and automatically posted it on her story.

daveli.lili added to their story !

(pretend it’s still light out)

When Paige came back with the flowers, she stayed outside the door, texting Eli to come out. When Daveli got the message, she was even more confused. “Paige just texted me to come out.” She told the two girls in the room. Makayla and Emma looked at each other, then back at the 18 year old.

“Then go!” Eli widened her eyes and nodded, quickly leaving the bedroom. When she opened the door, she saw Paige with a huge bouquet of flowers. They were pink, just like her favorite color. Her eyes went wide again and a gasp left her. “Happy Birthday, Eli.” The blonde spoke softly as she gave the flowers to the girl.

“Paige..” Eli looked at them and back at the blonde. She quickly gave her a hug, squeezing the girl tightly. When Paige gave her a squeeze back, Eli smiled big. Hugging Paige has always been the best feeling Eli could endure, paige was always warm and smelled so good. “Thank you, p. I love you.” She spoke softly and leaned into her until she couldn’t.

“I love you too, D.” But not in the way she wanted her to. Hearing Paige say that was music to her ears, but she knew p didn’t mean it in the way she longed for. The girls were so busy wrapped around each other, they didn’t see Azzi, Carol and Jaida walk up. Jaida was the one to disturb the moment, clearing her throat.

The two separated, not knowing the three was standing there. “Hi there.” Azzi spoke in a teasing tone, making Paige blush out of embarrassment and Daveli look away, trying to hide her smile. “Wassup, yall.” Paige spoke as she gave Carol and Azzi a hug. She dapped up Jaida and smacked her back.

Azzi and Carol approached Eli, teasing smiles on their faces. “Hi, birthday girl.” Azzi spoke and gave her a hug. “Hey, Azzi.” She cheesed and turned towards Caroline. “You’re carol, right?” The brunette nodded, a shy smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you, happy birthday!” The two went in for a hug, making Eli smile wider. She loves hugs, if you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you!” Paige and Jaida then walked up, looking at the 18 year old. “Eli, this is Jaida. I told you about her.” Eli nodded, giving the brownskin girl a quick look up and down. She had on baggie jeans with a pink hoodie. Her hair was in a slick back ponytail with a puff in the back. She had a grey and pink beanie on, the girl was screaming gay. She was a stud, Eli’s type.

“Nice to meet you, jaida.” She spoke as they hugged, “You too, eli. Happy birthday, pretty.” Daveli smiled, leading them towards the room. Paige gave Jaida a discreet look before turning towards Eli. “Oh, they showed out. It’s nice in here.” Azzi spoke as they all walked in the hotel room.

“Keep that door open!” Jaida turned around to see a light skin girl, she had stitch braids with a pink juicy couture outfit and a black travel bag. “Who’s that?” Paige whispered. Jaida shrugged, she was intrigued on who this girl was… until a man came jogging after her. Paige stilled a laugh, seeing Jaida’s face drop. The brown skin turned towards the blonde and flicked her forehead, Paige rubbed it and walked into the room fully.

“Thank you. Derek, hurry up.” She called as Derek was still two doors away from them. Derek just smacked his lips, speed walking towards his girlfriend. She let out a big sigh, keeping the door open for him, Jaida was already inside, going towards everyone else.

The couple walked in, taking in the environment. “You seem excited as fuck to be at your opp’s party.” Derek spoke as he and Nai sat on the couch. She turned towards him, “I only came here because of you, don’t piss me off.” She spoke as she smacked on her gum, leaning back and getting on her phone.

Inside the room everyone was chilling, Emma and Makayla already changed into their swim suits. “Yo.. it’s some light skin girl and her nigga out there.” Jaida spoke as she sat next to Azzi. Daveli froze, slowly turning towards Makayla. Makayla had the same look on her face, then they both looked at the rest of the girls.

“Woah.. what happened?” Carol asked as she noticed their whole demeanor’s changed. “That’s Nai.” Emma spoke. Daveli gagged just hearing her name, making Paige eyes go wide. “That was Nai?” She asked, she never really paid attention to the girl before but now putting a name on her face made her realize. Emma went on to explain what happened so the girls could be caught up.

Daveli just sighed, looking at Makayla. “Whatever, it’s my day. No bad energy.” Makayla nodded, a smile on her face. Daveli then went to the bathroom to change into her two piece, taking paige’s flowers with her. She took a picture before she changed and posted it.

Daveli added to their story !

She then changed into her pink two piece and put a black cover up on. She came out and everyone was either getting their stuff out of their bags or just lounging around. “Yo!” David voice rung out. “What’s up, David?” Derek spoke, dabbing him up. “Hi, david.” Nai’s voice could be heard, making Eli make a mug look on her face. Emma and Azzi laughed and David heard, busting inside the room.

“Ayeeee, What’s up yall!?” Everyone spoke back, Jaida getting up to dap the curly head up. “This might not be my actual room but that still doesn’t give you a reason to bust in, David.” Eli spoke as she put her clothes away. David looked at her, a bored look on his face. Eli shot her eyes out at him, popping her neck.

There was a knock at the front. “I got it!” Derek spoke. When he opened the door, he saw Lonzo, Jayden, Mj, and 3 more girls. “Wassup?” He greeted and let them in. “Hey, Nai!!” A girl yelled as she ran towards her. She had strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. Nai shot up, seeing her friend. “Hey, Mia!!” They hugged and began talking. The other two girls were looking for Daveli, actually wanting to speak to her.

Derek lead them to the room to see everyone laughing at something Eli was talking about. “Is that Daveli Corjay Robertson?” Daveli eyes widen, looking at her two friends. “Yall are feds!” She smiled and walked towards them, hugging them tightly.

When they pulled away, Eli faced everyone. “This is Connie and Caniya. Yes, they are twins.” She spoke, the two sisters already had their swimsuits on so they just sat their bags down and waved at everyone.

“Yall are pretty as hell.” Carol complimented. The twins smiled, thanking the brunette and giving her a compliment as well. “Alright, I think everyone’s here, yea?” David spoke as he stood up. Eli looked around, nodding her head. As much as she disliked Nai, she didn’t want the girl to be clueless on what’s going on. She noticed the gift corner got bigger, making her internally smile.

“Yo, can you tell them to come by the door so I don’t have to repeat myself?” She asked as she wiped off her make up from earlier. Derek nodded and poked his head out. “Yall, come here.” Nai and Mia stopped mid conversation and stood up, standing by the door.

“Okay! First of all, I wanna say thank you for coming to this, i was lowkey stressing but we here.” Everyone cheered, the girl hearing happy birthday’s. She just smiled and continued. “Secondly, I just wanna let everyone know the plans, alright? I rented out the pool from 6 to 10 but you’re free to leave and come up to get comfortable whenever. I’mma probably leave early because dinner won’t be here till like 9. David has his own room so his peoples can stay with him.” Everyone nodded, understanding what was going on.

Eli looked at her phone. “Well, it’s almost 6 so whoever needs to get changed, go ahead. Where’s the speaker?” She asked as she slid on her slides. “I got it.” Jaida spoke as she picked it up. Eli smiled, winking at the girl. Daveli started to get everything she needed and she started making her way downstairs. Makayla, Emma, Paige, Azzi, Carol and Jaida was behind her, them already being ready.

When the girls were on the elevator, the blonde decided to talk. “Yo, who was that girl with Nai?” Paige asked. Eli side eyed her secretly, why is she worried about it? Emma, being the bright one she is, answered happily. “Oh, that’s Mia. They be attached to the hip.” Paige nodded her head, looking over at Jaida.

Jaida shook her head, smirking in the process. Daveli peeped the whole thing, looking over at Makayla to see her face. Makayla lips went into a straight line, knowing exactly what her best friend was thinking. Azzi and Carol also shared a look, silently watching the interaction. The two gays didn’t seem to notice the slight shift, going on their phones.

Daveli couldn’t— wouldn’t let that ruin her night, it’s her birthday. Fuck everything else. The elevator finally got to the first floor and everyone emptied out, walking towards the pool.

When they reached it, they were shocked to see how big it was, this hotel was expensive and the pool probably proved that. “Holy shit, eli.” Carol muttered, everyone was surprised. Daveli giggled, speed walking towards a lounging chair. “Well, come on let’s get wet.”

“Ayo?”

next chapter will be based off a flash back

i’m excited for that

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[hyohaehyuk]

I think a lot of people are not understanding one thing about this show: Louis have an eating disorder caused by his rejections of being a vampire and a queer man. Eating animals and rejecting eating humans is not a normal diet for vampires and is not the same as veganism/vegetarianism like i have seen some keep saying. In the AR' vampire universe is not just the blood but also the hunt and the memories they get from the victims that get them healthy. Even the way Louis eats in present days is weird af (even tho is consumes more human blood provided by his unethically farm) bc he is forcing himself to eat human food too (the whole thing is weird af. watch it again now with the image of him having a eating disorder in mind and you will see what i am saying)

Everything Lestat was doing (especially between ep 2/3) was trying to make Louis eat properly but all his desperate attempts was just pushing Louis away. The reason he brought Antoinette to their house was to recreate their 1st time with Miss Lily (bc if it worked 1 time surely it work another🤦). I think he was hoping that Louis would feed out of Antoinette and maybe even kill her. Same reason (besides the pride and bad communication) of why he opened their relationship. He was hoping that while he was hooking-up with someone he would feed from it but instead Louis chose someone who it had story (maybe to piss Lestat. I think this will be revised in season 3 bc i remember seeing on twitter that Lestat was next to Antoinette but once he he sees Louis talking with Jonah he is in another place far from her). He was already mad that Louis eating disorder was taking a tool on their relationship (which is why he start cheating 💀) but suddenly Louis was in the mood for some sex with someone else and on top of it Lestat also had to watch him hurting dogs (which maybe we will see in season 3 that human lestat loves dogs) instead of feeding on his hook-up human being.

The saddest thing is that there is nothing Lestat could have done to help (if you watched the last season of heartstopper Nick was dealing with a similar situation with Charlie and everyone's attempting to help him was actually making it worse). Things would only start getting better if the person admit to themselves and others they have a problem and seek for professional help which unfortunately for Louis was a thing that didn't exist at the time. Thankfully Louis at the end of season 2 finally accepted himself so on season 3 we will see a completely new Louis and i don't think Lestat will be ready for that Louis 🤭. Tho I hope Louis is not automatically cured in season 3. I think he will still mess it up occasionally until he gets cured for real.

Anyway, i hope they revise this (and a few other things) in season 3 bc it seems that a lot of people still dont get it. There is a chance of them doing that bc depressed Lestat was also feeding out of rats just like Louis was and maybe they could touch on this when doing connections with Nicky depression. i think we will see a lot of connections related how Lestat dealt with Louis and Claudia bc of his relationship with Nicky and his family, particularly his mother. Since Daniel works like the public voice maybe he will be the one doing those connections especially now that Daniel is a vampire and knows more about how it works.

i do think loustat in the show are monogamous, however given the nature of the vampirism they still have to seduce their victims to feed so i can see them hooking up with the victims before killing them but that dont make them non-monogamous in my eyes bc that would involve them actually having feelings for others.

And no, i dont think Louis was in love with Armand (he was attracted at most. i will not go much in depth into their relationship bc i don't want loum*nd shippers annoying the shit out of me. the only thing i am gonna say is that their relationship was all about Lestat: it started bc of him, continued after Paris bc of him and ended bc of him) and Lestat with Antoinette (she was more like his therapist so he could vent about Louis and Claudia. if he had love her he would have told her she could had attached any human' finger to hers after he made her cut her finger. He only keep her 1st bc she was giving him the devotion Louis was refusing to, 2nd bc it still made Louis' jealous which casually he would show it and then bc he needed her to spy on Louis and Claudia. if you guys noticed Louis was quite undecided in going forward Claudia plan of killing Lestat, until he brought Antoinette. It was then (especially when petty Lestat call her "love") when he made up his mind. That was Lestat worst mistake that night bc he knew about their plan and was trying to make Louis not going through it but then does that 🤦)

louis and lestat wouldn’t even hesitate to walk out into the sun if the other ceased to exist and people think they would ever consider polyamory. it’s just not realistic. they invented monogamy and the soul being irrevocably tied to one other soul for eternity and beyond

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Stay with Me

Guess who's dumping their writing exercises cuz my drafts are too full. 🤦‍♀️

The clock ticks loudly in the silence of the living room. You sit on the couch, knees tucked into your chest, staring blankly at the muted TV. The soft glow of Detroit’s streetlights seeps through the curtains, but it feels cold and distant—like everything else lately.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be proud of him, your husband, out there living his dream. And you *were* proud, but you weren’t prepared for the ache that came with watching from the sidelines. Seeing the pictures of him with those women—beautiful, confident, glamorous women—plastered all over social media made your chest feel tight. They smiled too brightly, leaned too close, and he never seemed to mind.

It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong, not technically. You knew that. But it didn’t stop the flood of insecurity that crept in late at night when you were alone in the bed you shared, waiting for him to call.

Tonight was one of those nights. Your phone sat face-down on the coffee table, his name flashing on the screen for the third time in an hour. You couldn’t bring yourself to pick up. What were you supposed to say? That you were jealous? That you felt silly and small watching him bask in the glow of fame while you stayed here, invisible?

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway breaks through your thoughts. Frowning, you glance at the clock. It’s too early for him to be back, isn’t it?

The front door opens, and there he is. Marshall. His fitted hoodie is pulled low over his face, but you can see the worry etched in his features as he steps inside.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” His voice is soft, but there’s an edge of concern in it. He shrugs off his jacket and sets it on the armrest before walking toward you.

You look away, hugging your knees tighter. “You didn’t have to come home. I’m fine.”

“Don’t do that,” he says, crouching in front of you so you’re forced to meet his eyes. They’re piercing, a storm of blue that makes your stomach flip. “You’re not fine. Talk to me.”

You hesitate, tears stinging your eyes. “I just... I feel stupid, okay? I know you’re not doing anything wrong, but seeing you with those women—it messes with my head. And I hate feeling like this. Like I’m not enough.”

His expression softens, and he reaches for your hands, pulling them away from your knees. “Hey, don’t say that.” His voice is low, serious. “You’re everything to me. All that other stuff? It’s just noise. You know that, right?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t feel like it sometimes. I see the way they look at you, and I can’t help but wonder if you’d rather be with someone like them.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face. “You really think I’d trade *this*—*us*—for some random chick smiling for the camera? Nah.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, grounding you. “You’re my wife. You’re the one who knows me when the cameras aren’t rolling, the one who sees me at my worst and still loves me anyway. Those women don’t mean shit.”

Your throat tightens, and you finally let the tears fall. “I just feel so insecure sometimes.”

He stands, pulling you up with him, and wraps his arms around you. His hoodie smells like faint cologne and the cold Detroit air, and you melt into him.

“I get it,” he murmurs against your hair. “I know I’ve been busy, and maybe I’ve been caught up in everything, but I never want you to feel like you’re not enough. I’ll do better. I promise.”

You sniffle against his chest, nodding. His fingers stroke your hair gently as he holds you tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“I love you,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands cup your face, thumbs wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “More than anything. Don’t ever forget that.”

You nod again, a small smile breaking through despite the tears. “I love you too.”

He kisses you then—slow and deep, as if he’s trying to erase every doubt from your mind. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and for the first time in days, you feel like you can breathe again.

“Come on,” he says, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go to bed. We’ll figure it all out tomorrow.”

And for now, that’s enough.

[dinogoofymutated]

Okay, since requests are open, I wanted to ask for something, especially after seeing that you are comfortable with most male characters.

I present:

Scott Summers x fem!reader who's just a little too rebelious and annoying for his taste but he still can't help but love her? Like, enemies to lovers kind of style?

If you want to do a oneshot or headcanons is up to you, I'm just starving for Scott content.

Don't know, if you wanna do is, especially since he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I thought "hey, give it a try, maybe she wants to try someting different" so here I go

Anyway, love your work, you#re amazing <3

Cyclops/GN!Reader I've had this prompt saved in my drafts for SO LONG. Basically since the moment it came in!! I was so happy you sent this in bc i had been thinking about writing for Scott, but then I couldn't think of a good enough way to carry this out so I waited on it for a good bit until I had it down to a science!! Hope you enjoy!! Man, I started writing this and then realised I had to make a banner for him too 😭 I did this to myself tho Most of the characters I write for are written as combinations from different x-men media, but I'm still figuring out how I want to characterise Scott since he's a new character for me. Just wanted to put this out there in case I change how I write for him in future fics. (also, let me know how you feel about him in this one! Tell me if yall think I should tweak his attitude a bit :) ) Edit from the future: I started this draft so long ago and damn did it turn out long. TWs: Idk at the moment, will add if I think of any! Reader has a specific power that is kinda vague at first. I've written them out at the very bottom BUT if u read u will spoil the surprise of the fic so fair warning

Scott does not like you. At least, not anymore.

You've known each other for a long time, both coming to Xavier's school within weeks of each other. You used to be friends- or at least friendly. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves and your powers, a gap began to form, and then continued to grow once both of you became members of the x-men.

It's not like he didn't notice your tendency for rebellious behavior before, but on the field? the two of you clashed more than ever. He's doing his best out here, and the last thing he needs as a leader is both you and Logan going out of your way to put yourselves in dangerous situations because you think you know better.

And the moment you get back to the mansion? You clash all over again- and over the dumbest things. You practically avoid him all of the time, refuse to spar with him unless you're forced, will scoot away from him if he has to sit next to you on game nights. It's like the very thought of brushing against him is enough to get under your skin.

The moment the blackbird lands, you should have known what to expect. But you're in such a good mood, with the mission having gone well despite all odds. Sure, you didn't exactly follow Cyclops' foolproof plan, but when did you ever?

Scott is standing at the end of the ramp when the doors open, watching with a rather sour look on his face as you laugh with Jubilee, the others trailing shortly behind. He crosses his arms, and you barely stop short of him, acting like you had never seen him in the first place as you sigh, nodding at the others to go ahead before finally turning to him and crossing your own arms.

"Go ahead. Say your piece." You say. It only stokes the irritation in him, and he scowls.

"You can't go one, single mission and actually listen to what I say, can you?" He snaps. You roll your eyes, knowing that if he had it his way, you'd never have gone on the mission at all. Still, you stand defiantly, unwilling to back down.

"Look, you weren't even there, you can't expect me to-"

"It would be different if I was there, but I wasn't." Scott interrupts you, and the aggravation it lights in you is practically all-consuming. You can't hold back your scowl. "You were the only senior member of the team on that plane, do you understand how detrimental it could have been if you had gotten hurt, or worse?!" Oh, what a load of horseshit. It's alway the boy scout schtick with him- I'm the leader, do what I say, If I was there none of this would have happened- what an asshole! Hell, in the second half you might have actually thought he was concerned for you and the team, but you knew better.

"Don't act like you actually give a damn, Summers." You snap. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt, I don't see your problem." You're done with this. You're tired, sweaty, exhausted, and the last thing you want to be doing right now is talking with him. You knock shoulders with him as you brush past, but he reaches out and grabs you by the arm. You feel a mix of strong emotions- anger, concern, frustration- and thoughts swim in your head, before snatching your arm away from him like you'd been burned. He pauses for a second as you whip around and look at him, a rage in your eyes. He still looks at you with that stupid, stubborn look on his face.

"I get that you think I'm just some stuck-up asshole, but there's a reason I get angry when you do something reckless." His voice has lost the smallest a bit of fire. You scoff at him immediately, before turning away to storm out.

"Eat shit."

So no. things weren't exactly cool between you two.

It's not like you weren't friends at some point though, back when you were kids. You didn't know what happened to cause this rift, but he only really thought of you as some reckless idiot as of late, and you didn't care to learn anything else about what was going on in his brain.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean you could avoid him forever. Not when the both of you are on a team.

You only realise how much pain you're in when the blackbird's autopilot clicks on. Your suit was scuffed and worn in some areas, starting to burn at the edges of your sleeves as the protective coating started to wear away. You noticed it in the midst of battle, trying to focus on manipulating debri to a colder temperature rather than a hot one, but sometimes you can't afford to be picky in fights. Your suit may have been temperature resistant, but you were temperature invulnerable. Besides, heat did the most damage anyway.

You frown a bit at the sight of your burnt sleeves. Normally, you'd be worried that Hank would be mad at having to make a new suit again, but if anything you were sure he'd be grateful for the challenge of improving it. Scott was really the only one who would scold you for it, always coming back to the same arguments of being too reckless, ect, ect... and speaking of Scott, he was being awfully quiet right now.

The cockpit is empty exempt for the two of you, being the only two assigned to the mission. Scott is sat in the pilot's chair, and you can't really see much of him besides the top of his head. He's silent, and it makes you worried.

When you stand and walk. over to him, his face looks pained. You're sure his eyes are closed under his signature visor, his head leaning back limply in the chair, hair tussled. You furrow your eyebrows. You knew he'd be tired, but he's not usually this burned out.

"Scott? You alright?" You ask. he only hums in response. It's then when you realise what's wrong.

"Migraine?" You ask, and he hums in the affirmative. You wince at the thought. You knew he got migraines often, especially when using his mutation more than usual, and having migraines yourself, you knew he was hurting. You take a look at where the emergency aid box usually is, knowing it had painkillers, but the space is empty, and you sigh to yourself when you remember you used it on a local- Scott agreeing with you for once when you wanted to leave it with them for any more emergencies. You look back at Scott, and think for a moment more.

Scott jumps when you place a cold hand on his forehead, having settled your weight on the back of the chair behind him. It sparks a feeling of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks, and instead of his usual accusatory tone, he just sounds tired.

"Don't be a baby." You respond, chilling both hands and combing through his hair gently. Scott is confused as all hell. Why were you doing this? You go out of your way to avoid him at any cost, and then... this? What even was this?

But... he'd be lying if it didn't feel nice. Scott begins to relax underneath you as you continue to comb through his scalp, pressing gentle touches to his forehead as you do so. It's... it feels good.

"My mom used to do this when I was little." You say softly, after a long moment of silence. "Whenever I had a migraine, she'd run her hands under cold water for a long time, lay my head in her lap, and run her hands through my hair. The cold usually helped." Scott's shoulder's are sagging now, and he sighs every once in a while. Although he doesn't say anything, you don't need to ask. There's a question beginning to brim, but you answer it before he can even speak- saving him the effort of talking in the midst of his pain.

"...And it just felt nice to feel her play with my hair, I guess. 'figured it might help you, too."

You try not to dwell on whatever thoughts begin to swirl after that.

It's hard to tell when things shift after that. Even harder for Scott to understand why.

Eventually you go from avoiding him at any given chance, stiff and petty with your actions, to casual. Not quite friendly, but almost.

"And... Right hand red!" Jubilee calls from the couch, having entirely too much fun for someone who isn't even playing this game. Everyone who's already lost has dispersed, either playing a different game or having good conversation. The game of twister had started with four? Maybe five of you? But at the moment, it was just down to you and Scott. -The two of you being way too competitive to let the other win. At the moment, both of you were in a bit of a strange position, with Scott managing to crawl over you at some point. Aside from that, the game had been going on for uncomfortably long- long enough for the pizza to get here.

The doorbell rings and it's pretty instantaneous when people start to flock to the kitchen for the feast, Jubilee included. There's a flicker of panic in both of you as she quickly leaves.

"Hey!-"

"Jubilee! Wait!"

"You'll be fine, you big babies!" She calls out, giggling in her pursuit of the cheesy goodness. That just leaves you and Scott on the matt, pressed together in some places and a but uncomfortable, but awkwardly? Still competeting.

"God, that pizza smells good." Scott groans from above you, the smell of food becoming more and more tempting. You think about it, for a half a second maybe, but that competitive little devil on your shoulder gets to you before your stomach can.

"You know what? why don't you go ahead and grab a piece!" You say, causing Scott to cock an eyebrow at you.

"What, and let you win? Not a chance." He huffs. You shrug best you can, it was worth a shot! Neither of you were going to budge any time soon, determined not to let the other win. But the longer you stayed pressed together...

It's not like you hadn't noticed how handsome Scott was. Hell, who wouldn't? Even Logan isn't immune to his good looks, but obviously you weren't going to be... wierd, about it. You're just playing a game, right? But the sight of him above you, slightly flushed, shifting every once in a while while keeping his balance? It was... tempting.

It doesn't take long for other thoughts to begin swimming around, worming their way into your mind. The two of you in various states of undress... gasping, gripping onto one another... marks on his neck, your lips swollen and stained by the lipstick your wearing tonight.

Each and every thought leaves you more flustered than before, slipping on the plastic mat and accidentally knocking into one of Scott's weight bearing arms and sending the two of you colliding into the floor. You hear Scott let out a noise of pain and you're not down there for long before you shove him off of you, face burning as you grumble about his win. You stalk off without much fanfare, leaving Scott a bit befuddled.

"What was that all about?"

But regardless of how aggravated you made eachother sometimes, everyone has their breaking point...

You're surprised when Scott kisses you in the hall some weeks later, less than a second after a heated spat started to take a bit of a turn, but to be honest? You were into it.

His lips are soft, if a little chapped, heated kisses full of force and urgency before they soften just a little. You kiss him back in a similar manner his hands falling to your waist as you grab him by the collar and pull him even closer. You're quick to start moving the two of you backwards fumbling for a closet door you could have sworn was right... there.

As soon as the door swings open, you pull him inside, pushing him against the wall once it closes again and cupping the back of his neck as you pull him into another kiss. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth shoots through you as you do, and you almost giggle as his thoughts start to flood with more and more tempting situations for the two of you to be in.

After each and every dirty thought he has, you start to wonder if he even remembered your touch telepathy after having known you for so long- but hell, even if he didn't, you weren't complaining.

If u made it this far, I wanna give u details about the Reader's powers some more!! Specifically, the powers are temperature manipulation/temperature invulnerability/touch telepathy! They get a bit complicated bc reader can't light shit on fire or make ice out of the air, but they can melt shit and freeze existing water though! As long as reader touches it in some way! Due to this they're invulnerable to heat/cold for obvious reasons. Touch telepathy was added bc i love mutations with unnecessary layers (Emma frost) and... u really think I was gonna let scott get away without banging another telepath? wrONG

[fluffykiddosstuff]

I am currently sick lol so i have the motivation to write a story abt how the dateables would react to you being sick

Gender neutral reader

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❤️‍🔥~Lucifer~❤️‍🔥

Lucifer was patrolling inside the house, everyone woke up late due to a potion that solomon secretly putted in the cake that luke brought. Causing them to feel extreme fatigue, fortunately no other things as been reported to him, he arrived in front of your door and knocked.

- mc you will be late for school !

No response, before he could knock again you opened the door, clearly not looking good with a runny red nose, puffy and teary red eyes.

- sorry Lucifer i don't feel good..

You sniffled a bit as you looked at him, he thought for a bit then groaned

- mc are you allergic to something? And did you tell Solomon?

- uh..? I don't know, alimentation from human world no but from the devildom maybe ? I didn't tried everything down there

You coughed, Lucifer placed you back on your bed and tucked you in.

- you don't move until i come back okay ?

You nodded and he leaved, explaining everything to his brothers, they were very displeased with your allergy and wanted to help but lucifer forced them to go to school anyway, he informed diavolo too by calling him.

- yeah they won't come at RAD today no..well i'm sure they can take care of themselves..really? Okay i will do that then have a good day diavolo.

He hang up as he got to the kitchen and made a quick soup before going back to your room, he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed then smiled to you a bit.

- Diavolo understands and asked me to take care of you until you get better, i made you some soup

You smiled a bit before coughing again, sitting yourself up.

- thank you lucifer..i'm sorry i didn't know and-

- hush it's not your fault, now go on and eat, i will try to find a potion that can ease your suffering

You nodded and he leaved your room, you finished your bowl and when he came back, he found you sleeping deeply, he smiled a bit and putted the potion on your night table, he looked around, making sure no one was home yet, he blushed and kissed your forehead before leaving your room, you smiled in your sleep.

He needed to find solomon..💢

💰~mammon~💰

You were running away with mammon, you both got to the casino and today's was mammon lucky day ! He kept winning tons of money, but the other demons didn't liked it and started to chase him, as you passed a river he stopped and took your hand without warning, he jumped in, the demons left and you both got back with a long walk to the house of lamentations.

When mammon woke up, he smirked and prepared himself before running inside your room, as per usual.

- GOOD MORNING HUMAN-!

Before he could continue his morning speech, you held your head in your hands, many used tissues on your bed and night table and you looked at him with a red nose.

- mammon not so loud...i think i fell sick because of yesterday swim in the river.. i didn't slept at all..

He looked at you with a bit of remorse, he forgot that humans are more fragile than demons concerning health, then an idea popped inside his head and he runned out of your room to find lucifer

Of course, said lucifer wasn't happy that because of mammon, you were sick and he told him he would get punished by using all the casino money he got to pay his debts, meanwhile he had to take care of you until you were better.

Everyone leaved to RAD and mammon came back to your room with some hot things to help your sore throat, medicines and a cooled cloth for your fever, you looked at him, he was blowing on the soup so your tongue wouldn't get burned..how cute, mammon was really a caring demon, he insisted on feeding you himself even if you could do it. He then tried to tuck you in and smirked, proud of himself.

- you better sleep now, and you will feel better in no time thanks to the great mammon !

You smiled and asked him to come closer, he did it and then you kissed him on the cheek, he blushed and started to babble nonsense as you chuckled and fell asleep, he rubbed his cheek  and smiled dumbly, it was worth it.

🐍~leviathan~🐍

You were both gaming until late at night in levi's room, you both didn't noticed but it was rather chilly, leviathan since he was a demon didn't mind it but you on the other hand didn't noticed because of the game, as morning came by, you looked at your phone and sneezed, you rubbed your eyes, your throat feeling tight and sore. Levi looked at you and frowned, seeing that you infact, didn't looked well.

- mc are you okay ?

You tried to nod but before you did you sneezed again,sniffling a bit.

- i think your room was too cold and i got sick..

Levi checked and in fact, you were right, he felt guilty, he didn't noticed and because of that you were feeling unwell! He got up and texted someone on his phone, staring at it like his life was depending on the response of the person. He then smiled and looked at you.

- Lucifer said that since you gamed all night because of me you could do RAD classes from home with me ! I'll help you with the lessons.

You nodded and levi hurried you in his bathtub bed so you could stay warm, he runned to the kitchen and got some things he thought would be better for your state, he then hurried back in his room, putting everything at your disposition.

- so i got you water, medicine and food, we should get started now, we can finish this quickly

As hours went by, levi instructed you how to do efficient work and quick by home, at the end of it, you falled asleep while he was gaming on his portable console, he looked back at you to ask something and smiled a bit, he got inside the tub next to you, blushing a bit as you clinged to him and he continued gaming.

📚~satan~📚

Satan was again trying to find a curse for lucifer, searching through his so loved books, as he was repeating the spell in a murmur, you knocked on his door and opened it, signaling your presence, he got startled and jumped as the curse who was supposed to enter the bottle, flew out of it and hitted you, making you fall on the ground. The blonde demon got closer to you and helped you up, analyzing you to see if you had injuries or if the curse did something to you. At first not but then you started to sniffle.

- satan what curse were you working with ?

- it was a curse who can make any creatures sick, see us demons don't fall sick often and next week, lucifer as a ton of work and meetings, i wanted to use this on him but seems i have other plans now

He sighed but not because of you, it was an accident after all, he did told you you could enter in his room as long as you knock.

For the next week you stayed in his room, occasionally getting out to eat but most of the time he would bring everything to you directly, he even readed books for you, whatever genre you liked and he even discussed with you what would be best to prank lucifer with his cursed books.

As lucifer was walking by he saw the door opened and smiled when he saw that satan had his head on yours and falled asleep. The punishment can wait.

💘~asmodeus~💘

Asmo was testing some new products with you on his livestream like usual, everyone loved the lustful demon and caring human duo, you stood still as he applied some Fondation to your face, you blushed a bit since he was so close.

- see that's how you make a smooth surface guys ! I do recommend this product even if it smells a bit weird to me

Hours went by as he finished his and yours makeup, he finished the live on devilgram and looked at you, having tears in your eyes

- oh honey is my beauty making you want to cry ?

- well not this time asmo i think i have an allergy to one of the products

You took one of his aloe vera wipes and took off the makeup, asmo was disappointed because he wanted to take pictures for devilgram but your health comes first !

When everything was off he did noticed that your skin was reddish with some pimples and other things from the allergy

- i think it's the foundation darling, here take this aloe vera mask it will ease your face and then wash it with water

You nodded as you did so, meanwhile asmo looked trough the ingredients and saw a product that was banished because it could harm sensitive skin especially on humans and angels, asmo made a complain on devilgram and called the company, now they were in big trouble.

🍔~beelzebub~🍔

You went out with beel to gather some ingredients for a knew recipe he wanted to try, but as he was picking some berries up, it sarted to rain, you quickly found him and you both runned back to the house of lamentation, beel trying to protect you with his jacket as best as he could.

When you both went inside you shivered and sneezed, feeling a sudden wave of heat.

- beel i think i catched a cold because of the rain..you whimpered, trying to find warmth in his socken wet jacket

- i'm sorry mc it's my fault, here get on the sofa

He took the jacket off of you and ran to your room, getting your pajamas and a blanket, as you changed in the bathroom he started to cook in the kitchen, every now and then eating something so he could concentrate on the things he was doing, you smiled when he came back in the living room with a plate full of a delicious dish.

- here i wanted to try it out myself but since you are feeling unwell...you can have it

He smiled to you and putted the plate on your legs, you started to eat as you both watched a movie, beel clinging to you, having a natural hot body heat. You both falled asleep cuddling each other.

🐏~belphegor~🐏

  You were sleeping by belphegor's side in the attic, leaving the window open since it was a hot day in the devildom, but you both stayed asleep during the night and it got way colder, you woke up the next day with a runny nose as you sneezed, feeling belphie behind you slowly stirring from his sleep.

He looked at you and quickly saw that you were unwell.

Without you spelling a word he got out of bed and came back with painkillers, soup and a heat cow plushie.

- i'm sorry we should have checked the window before sleeping, but hey we can stay in bed all day so you can feel better, not that i mind

👑~diavolo~👑

  You were at one's of diavolo famous parties, including most of the prestigious peoples from all three realms, you didn't knew that the castle was this cold, even with so many poeple being in it.

You sat on a chair sipping on your imported human champagne before feeling really cold, the night stopped and everyone got home as you and the brothers were invited to stay.

Diavolo came close to you,as he was gonna talk you sneezed

- mc did you got sick ? I'm sorry i forgot to tell you to bring a coat with you, we got a problem with the windows today, here follow me

Diavolo invited you in his own room, barbatos being at your service and bringing you some tea for your sore throat, you smiled and thanked them.

Diavolo patted your head and kissed your forehead before giving you his coat and leaving the room, a smile on his face, leaving you flustered.

🫖~barbatos~🫖

It was one of your many night walks with barbatos outside of the castle,  every time you got here with the brothers, you tried to spend as much time you could with the butler. As you were walking, he picked a flower and putted it next to your ear, you smiled but your eyes started to tear up, you took the flower in your hand and sighed.

- i'm sorry barbatos seems like i'm allergic to that type of flower i can't keep it

He snatched it from you and throwed it in a bush, taking your hand and getting in one of the many guests rooms.

- do not worry my dear, besides we don't want you to be sick for the week do we ?

He kissed your hand in an apology as he made tea for you and took care of you, you falled asleep like a baby and when you woke up, a nice flower was waiting for you on the bed, one you weren't allergic to.

🏹~simeon~🏹

You were in potion class with simeon, helping each other with the lesson being less aware of it than demons, but as he dropped some liquid in it, you sneezed and your eyes started to water, leaving on your side a panicked simeon.

The teacher, quickly coming to your table by simeon's calls, ordered you to go to the nurse office with simeon, getting a severe allergy reaction.

When you arrived with simeon's help, the nurse hurried to take a seringue with something to ease the allergy, you squeezed simeon's hand and he smiled to you as the nurse took care of you.

You stayed all day talking to him with a slightly dizzy mind, did simeon was always this shiny and beautiful or is it just your mind ?

🔮~solomon~🔮

As solomon's apprentice, you had to test every potion with him, meaning you were really close to every ingredient, as he worked with a new spell, the table with all his remaining potion exploded in a loud sound and colors flying everywhere around you and solomon, while he was unaffected, you started to cough and hiccuping, solomon giggled as he looked at you

- solomon a little help please-

- yeah yeah sorry mc-

He searched for ingredients and made a potion in the quickest way possible, he gave it to you and you drank it, the effects being less noticeable but still there

- you will have to wait a bit i'm sorry you can rest for the day i don't mind

You got to your room to sleep, not noticing solomon watching you through his crystal ball so he could make sure you were okay

⛏️~thirtheen~⛏️

You were playing games and others stuff with thirtheen, it was one of those nights where you weren't with the boys but with her, your monthly outgoing day perse. You were outside with her, throwing some eggs and paper toilet on a succubus house who treated you badly during the week, you both escaped and laughed like teenagers.

- y/n i love human pranks we should do them more often !

When you both were far enough you sitted on the grass and talked with her watching the stars, you both fell asleep for the night.

That's how you became sick, she called lucifer and the others, and told him that you were gonna be taken care by her hands.

She stays in your room all the time and helps you trough your sickness with fun activities of course.

🖤~mephistopheles~🖤

Helping mepgisto in his work was hard,but you still wanted to ease his mind a bit so you managed.

You both worked until midnight, not noticing that the window was a bit open, you both got to bed and the morning after, when he came to your bedroom door to wake you up, you opened the door with tired eyes and a runny nose.

He knew immediately that you got sick somehow and ushered you to bed, telling diavolo about you feeling unwell, even if he had a lot to do he took his paperwork and started to do it in your room to keep an eye on you while you rested, bringing you whatever you needed so you didn't had to move

🪡~raphaël~🪡

You both were at purgatory hall, luke and simeon being gone for the day, you chatted with some tea while you looked at a fashin magazine, for the latest trends in the devildom.

- this fabric is a new kind of it's own, it's made with dragon scales and lava powder, simeon gifted me a scarf made with it, wanna try ?

You nodded but as soon as you wrapped it around your neck, it started to itch.

- raphaël is it supposed to itch this much?

- i mean the scales itches a bit but they should not be that uncomfortable to wear let me see

He took it off carefully off your neck and looked at it, it was red and dry

- seems like you can't wear this fabric, maybe you are allergic ? Here i will sooth it with some healing cream that asmo gifted me

You sat down as raphaël rubbed the cream on your neck, and for good mesure you stayed until it took effect, chatting some more with the angel.

🐶~luke~🐶

You were baking with the little angel for everyone,  being almost the anniversary of the student exchange program. You mixed the eggs in a bowl while luke came back with some strange bottle

- luke what is this ?

- it's a new flavor ! Simeon gave it to me he said it's a limited one ! Wanna try it ?

You nodded as he took a little spoon and poured the blue liquid in it.

- here you first !

As you tasted it, it was sweet and acid at the same time, a bit like some fruits in the human realm.

- that's good-

Before you could finish your phrase, you started to cough, and your throat started to itch.

- y/n are you alright !?

He posed the bottle and ran to you, fortunately simeon came back and solomon was on his feet, they looked at your red face and knew what was happening the moment they saw the bottle open.

Solomon prepared something to ease your throat while luke was doing his cakes the tail between his legs feeling bad

Simeon comes back from the livingroom, you resting there.

- no worries they will be alright, seems like an ingredient is too strong for them, maybe make a little cake for them without the serum i gave you ?

He smiled as luke nodded rapidly, he will make the best cake so you would feel better ! And also to make it up to you..

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Sorry i haven't written in a while 😭😭 imma kinda lazy (plus i have like two ocs story to write..bruh, i also lost some dbh stories i putted on draft bc wattpad hates me 🥲 so i have to write them all over again) btw hope you like this !

[lucy---lou]

Heyi, so update time. So I met up with Miss Duralis at her hab. Imagine my shock as I nervously walk into the hab and get tackle hugged by a floret I don't know about. They were saying something to me but I was just out of it at that moment.

After a while a manage to stutter:" H-He-Hey, I-I didn't knowyouhadafloret."

"I thought you wouldn't come if you knew I had a floret. Btw I tould her not to tackle you but she didn't listen. - Petal introduce yourself."

"Hiiiiiiiii I'm Elena Duralis first floret she/her. You can also call me Ellie. I'm really sorry that I tackled you, but not really you were so cute afterwards. "

"Sure Heyi Elena. Anyways what's for dinner", trying to steer the conversation somewhere into safety.

"We're making pasta from scratch. It will be fun trust me. If you two would follow me into the kitchen please"

"Ok", I answer noticing a certain Ellie basically bouncing alongside me.

As we arrive Ellie blurts out:" Soo we're gone take some flourandeggsandsaltandthen we slowlymicfudjabdbffh"

I just stare at her

"I'm sorry she gets really excited when she's with someone she finds hot. Anyways I don't think Lucy understood anything, Ellie could you please repeat I again but slooowly"

I continue to just stare and now also blushing HARD.

"Ellie to Lucy anybody there? Luuucy answer me did you get it?"

"Hmm? I-I'm sorry", I stammer.

"Oh don't worry. I'll just show you step by step and try not to fry your brain. Come here and slowly mix in the eggs with the flour "

I nod doing what she said.

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The rest of the meal prep went fine. Now it's time to eat. I turn to the really tall table and bench and:"aaheeeeeep" Well that solves the issue i think to me self, apparently blushing again.

"Sorry should've thought better than to just pick a kitten up", Duralis said with a grin.

Ellie is deposited next to me, smiling widely. "You didn't tell me I could call you kittennnn that's soso-SO cute"

"I-I ehm em do-", trying to defend my self before being interrupted.

"Well she makes those cute noises and wiggles like one, so I called her one and I think she likes it"

My cheeks are red and I stare a hole into the table. I whisper:"fo-food?"

"Aww kitten is hungry lets eat", Miss Duralis graciously saves me. Thats what I think.

I should have know, but was still surprised as she started feeding Ellie.

"If you keep staring with your mouth open like that. You're going to be feed aswell"

"NO, sorry no need I'll manage myself", answering a alot more aggressive than I wanted to.

"Alright, but you just have to ask"

I nod.

The rest of the meal went by peacefully, without them teasing me.

"Anything else you have planned this evening, would you like me to leave?", I ask as I feel my social battery is basically empty. An attempt to leave, but I know they would never want me to leave. As soon as I finished my sentence Ellie nearly shouts:

"No we haven't cuddled yet, let's watch a movie"

Aaaand this story telling has already gotten way longer than planned. See you in the next blog.

-Lucy

[dreamingofep]

Forbidden Love pt. 12💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]

TW: cussing, tension, Dom/sub dynamic, bondage, Elvis being a possessive little sh*t😏🤭

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Friday! This chapter… this chapter was A LOT to write and it’s all because this man is so damn fine🫠 Just look at these pictures! Please strap in for this part, it’s quite a lot heh. I kinda like him when he’s… you know… upset and bossy… I might be the only one who feels that way I’m suuurrreee😝 🫣 Anyway, hope you like this next part!

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July 31st, 1969

The night had finally come. It was Elvis’ opening night. You were so excited to see him perform live. It had been over a decade since you were able to watch him on stage. You had a feeling he was going to be better than you could have imagined. He was full of nerves the proceeding days but something about having you there calmed his nerves slightly.

You sat in one of the center red booths with a few other couples in his circle. You wore a cute black tank and skirt with knee-high boots. Everyone was nice and complimented on how you looked. They were very gracious to you and didn’t ask you any questions about why you were here alone. You were sure they caught wind of what happened but didn’t bring it up thankfully. The audience was buzzing and there were girls giddy with excitement. You were right there with them! You couldn’t wait to see what he would wear and how the bright lights would shine on him.

The thunderous drumroll begins to play behind the gold curtain and everyone turns their attention to the stage. Your skin prickles as the band starts to play the opening riff. The bass of the drum beats loudly against your chest and you’re on the edge of your seat. It takes a few minutes for Elvis to appear and for a second, you’re scared he’s not coming out. He told you how nervous and scared he was to be performing again. He deeply cared what the fans thought about him and didn’t want to let them down.

Your own nerves began to build and just as you thought, he walked from the wings of the stage. You hold your breath when you get a glimpse of him on that huge stage. If you didn’t, you’d be screaming and crying like these other girls here. He looked radiant and had the most brilliant smile on his face. He wore a two-piece, all-black suit with a herringbone pattern on the lapels with a scarf tucked into his top. You had never seen him look so good. And that’s really saying something. The way he walks is like a lethal animal. Those piercing blue eyes make you weak and he is in full command of this stage. Of his stage. If he was nervous, you couldn’t tell with the way he was stalking the audience, prowling as if we were his prey that he was going to take this room down one by one.

He puts his guitar strap around his shoulder and makes his way to the microphone. His deep tenor voice booms through the speakers and you feel your heart pounding.

Well it’s one for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready now go cat go…

His voice sounded so strong and echoed through the large crowd. Everyone is screaming his name, thrilled to hear and see this man in person. Just like in rehearsals, he brought a new light to these older songs. They didn’t lack any luster and was so unbelievable to hear them live on a big stage.

The show was over an hour of nonstop hits and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you felt flustered watching him up there. The most subtle movements were suggestive and the gritty sound of his voice sent a tingle through you. How he would thrust with the beat of the drums or pull his guitar out and then against his body over and over as if he was in the throes of passion with you. The longer he was on stage, the more you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to subside that ache he’s created in you.

He closed out the night with Can’t Help Falling in Love and it was the perfect song choice. One of the guys asks you if you’re coming to the press conference at midnight. You wouldn’t miss it for the world and knew you needed to see Elvis. You wanted to kiss him and show him exactly how he’s made you feel. You didn’t care anymore about the cameras. You weren’t going to hide your feelings anymore.

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The guys help you get to the large ballroom where the conference is being set up. The room is full of reporters and a few lucky fans. You decide to keep standing against the wall, hoping he will spot you quickly.

At midnight on the dot, a side door opens and in walks Elvis, looking drop-dead handsome. He wore a black suit with nothing underneath the jacket except for a pink scarf fluttering out of it. His hair was fluffy and combed back again compared to the sweaty mess he was on stage moments ago. Everyone bursts into applause as he enters the room and your mouth goes dry. He makes you feel completely entranced by his presence and his god-like looks.

Yet again, he commands the room, his whole body language calm and in control. He starts taking questions from the press and he’s as charming as ever. You can tell he’s enjoying himself and everyone is hanging on every word he says. He was a feast for the eyes. The way he was absentmindedly playing with the rings on his fingers, twisting them back and forth and rubbing them as he answered a question. It was harmless to most but for you, you couldn’t help but think how those fingers would make you cry his name. It kept getting worse when he would bend his leg and rest his knee on the table in front of him, making him seem like he was the most dominant man on this planet.

After everyone had their questions answered, they allowed people to take pictures with him. You were dying to congratulate him and be in his arms again. But there were so many people in this room pushing their way forward to him. You had to be patient and you knew your time would come.

You’re only a few people away and going to squeeze through when you stop dead in your tracks.

You see Dianne wrap her hands around Elvis’ waist and pull him in for a hug. He looks down at her and smiles and pulls her in tighter, kissing the top of her head and posing for the camera. The second the flash goes off, Elvis meets your angry eyes as you stare at him. You couldn’t even fake a smile when you looked at him. All the things he’s been saying to you and how he’ll ‘take care of you’ and ‘do anything for you’ seems like a bunch of shit he made up just to shut you up.

“Hi y/n,” he says low. “So glad you’re here.”

“That makes one of us,” you snap, quickly turning away and heading out the door.

You quickly make it back to the penthouse, being careful that no one is following you or watching where you are going. You were fuming that Diane was here. For a second you thought it could just be you and Elvis for this trip but no, this little act they had going on had to come to Vegas too. You angrily kick off your heels and head for the bathroom, peeling off the jewelry Elvis bought you that feels meaningless now.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you hear the front door of the suite slam closed. You didn’t care who it was you didn’t want to see anyone. The bathroom door squeaks open wider and Elvis stands in the doorway, looking just as angry as you.

“What the hell was that?” He snaps.

“What was what?! I didn’t want to be down there with you two,” you scowl.

“You didn’t need to storm off like that-“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Why is she here?” You snarl.

“Goddamn it don’t start,” he says giving you a look of warning.

“I’m so fucking tired of her Elvis. She doesn’t need to be here! Why can’t you tell her once and for all you don’t want her here!”

“I’ve told you it’s not that simple! This was a press conference, of course they would ask if I had a girl. I had to act like what I was saying wasn’t a total lie,” he tries to say calmly.

“You could’ve lied still and not had her here that’s all I’m saying!”

“What did you want me to do?! Pull you from the crowd and tell the world how I’m infatuated with a married woman! Is that what you want?” He spats.

“You’re unbelievable, I’m so fucking done,” you mutter pushing past him to get out of the bathroom. You shuffle through the drawers to get something else to wear and turn back to him, anger flowing off of him once again.

“Is anything you tell me the truth? Do you actually care about me?” You threaten.

“You’re kidding me right?” He says flatly.

“No, I have no idea what you think of me anymore. One second you’re promising me the world and treating me like you love me and the next you have another girl around your neck! The one you tell the world you might marry one day! ”

You swear his eyes are on fire the way he’s looking at you, so filled with anger at the words you’re saying to him. “God I can’t believe this has gone on so long with her! Wasting your fucking time. And you probably-,” you say briefly but stop yourself.

“No, what? Come on and say it,” he challenges, taking another step closer to you.

You take a step closer to him too, looking up at him defiantly as you were about to say the same words he told you the first time you’d seen each other after so many years.

“You probably thought of me too, all those years ago, begging for you, while you were in her, didn’t you?” You hissed. His eyes grow wide and looks at you in utter disbelief. He doesn’t make a sound and just stares craters into you.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you spat, feeling proud of yourself for jabbing him where it hurt.

You’re about to reach for the doorknob when you feel his hand pull at your hip to make you turn around and have you pressed against the door. His other hand tangled in your hair tightly, pulling your hair and making you gasp at the sudden forcefulness. You drop the extra clothes that you had in your hand and look into his fiery eyes.

“You just love to piss me off don’t you?” He hisses in your ear.

“You question my feelings for you? Do you think I fuck anyone the way I fuck you,” he snarls, nipping at your neck.

You meet his heated gaze and your heaving chests touch each other as you stay silent.

“I have no idea,” you say frustrated.

A low growl vibrates from his chest and he puts your hands above your head, holding them there while his body pins you against the door. You hold back the moan your body makes when you feel his hard length pressing into you.

You shouldn’t want him in this moment. You were so pissed off at his behavior that you shouldn’t even be in the same room as him but you couldn’t pull away. You wanted him to prove how much he wanted you. Over and over and over again.

“You’re gonna make me show you, aren’t you? Teach you how to fuckin’ behave.” He says with a roll of his hips grinding into you. You bite your lip to silence yourself and wait for him to look at you.

“I need to show you what it means to be mine hmm,” he threatens.

Your mind screams yes at him. You want his every last ounce of attention from him and make you his. You don’t care how he needed to, you wanted him to show you and live up to his words.

He lets go of your wrists and lets your arms fall to the side. You reach up to kiss him but he backs away, denying you of his touch.

“No, you don’t get to touch me.” He says hotly, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling the scarf from his neck.

“Turn around,” he commands.

You look at him wide-eyed and slowly turn to face the door. You feel him pull your hands behind your back and wrap the scarf a few times around your wrists before tying it in a knot. Your heart pounds as what’s about to happen. You have no idea what he was going to do to you but you had no control either.

You were at his mercy now.

“Go sit on the bed,” he tells you. You do as you’re told and sit on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. He stands before you shirtless and you watch him unbutton his pants. He doesn’t go any further than that as he puts his hands on your knees and uncrosses your legs, spreading them wide. Your skirt was short so it was easy for him to see your panties. You felt that they were soaked through and hoped he wouldn’t notice the wet stain.

His finger pulls aside your panties and he makes this delicious groan as he looks at your dripping cunt. He looks up at you, sending chills down your spine.

“Who made you this fucking wet?”

“Y-you,” you say quietly.

“That’s right. No one else gets you like this. Because you are mine and can’t deny it. All fucking mine,” he growls as he pushes two of his fingers to your entrance. You gasp at the sensation and look up at him shocked.

“Jesus you’re so starved for it. So starved for my attention hmm?” He asks you confidently.

“No, I'm not,” you say defiantly.

He looks up at you unamused by your attitude and pushes both of his fingers inside of you. You let your jaw fall slack and groan out in pleasure.

“Elvis,” you cry.

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought. So damn needy for me, only me.”

His fingers pump in and out of you, leaving you more and more breathless. He curls his long fingers and makes your hips buck up, hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and leaving you wanting more. He spreads and pumps his fingers, making you more wet for him as time passes. He keeps the same motions for a long time as you feel yourself about to come unglued. Your walls flutter around him and he quickly pulls his fingers out of you.

“No please,” you gasp.

He doesn’t listen to your cry, he unzips the rest of his pants and pulls them down his narrow hips, revealing his hard cock. You shudder at the sight of him. He also looks very needy. Aching for your touch and your pleasure you were so ready to give to him.

He looks into your needy eyes and brings his two wet fingers to his mouth, closing his eyes and licking your wetness off of them. He relishes in the taste of you and you can’t tear your eyes off of this man as you feel the pulsating warmth in your core worsen. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and bites his lip when he looks at you.

He looks dangerous.

Just like that animal on stage, he was about to eat you alive.

“Get on your knees, make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he tells you.

You can’t feel your legs and feel so weak over what he wants from you. You do as you’re told though, sinking to your knees and looking up at him. He holds the base of his cock and taps it on your lips.

“Open that mouth for me,” he orders. You do as he says and your eyes roll back when you taste the salty precum dripping out of him. He pushes his length deeper inside you and grabs a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him.

“Look at me when you take my cock down your throat,” he commands, pushing more of his length inside you making you gag. He pulls out of you as you gasp for air. Your eyes water at the corners and continue to stay still, breathing heavily. You open your mouth again for him, waiting to move. He has a smirk on his face as he looks down on you.

“That’s a good girl. Sucha good girl for me.” He hums as he slides his cock back into your mouth. You let him use you any way he wants until he’s had enough, gagging and drooling over his cock.

He quickly pulls himself out of you and pulls you up by your arm.

“Turn around, bend over the bed, and be good,” he tells you. You felt your body become limp at what he wanted from you. You had never submitted yourself to a man like this, having no control over anything. Especially being restrained…

You try to beg him, “Baby please, I’ll listen-,” you try to reason but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Good, then bend over and let me show you you’re mine,” he hisses, twisting you around and pulling your body flush to his. His hard length pushed against your backside and you both groan. He licks the crook of your neck and up to your ear. You hold your breath and feel every fiber of your being on fire. He then nips your ear and makes you jump.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he warns.

You take a few steps and bend over the bed, resting your chest and cheek on the comforter. You twist your wrists a bit, seeing if you can get loose but it’s no use. The knot was secure. Your heart pounds away and you feel both of his hands tightly squeeze your hips. You feel his head push at your entrance and hear him grunt as he thrusts most of his length inside you. You groan in agony and feel the searing pleasure of your walls squeezing around him.

“Elvis, oh God,” you cry.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside you and he begins to fuck you in long, firm thrusts. You close your eyes and bite your lip, forcing every moan to stay in your throat and not come out. He is letting all of his feelings come out and is very vocal about how good he feels. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t see anything he has in store. His hips move in the best ways and your body relaxes more and more with every movement.

You try to look at him and try to turn your body slightly. He doesn’t like that and his hand is in your hair, keeping you still.

“No, stay right here and let me hear how much you love this,” he says low. His voice sends a chill down your body and makes you moan.

“Yes, baby. It’s so good,” you whine breathlessly, “Please keep moving.”

He moves faster and has you gasping for air. He loves hearing you lose control just as much as you love hearing praise from him.

He lets go of your hair and puts his hand back on your hip, giving him the most leverage. He grinds you into the base of his cock making you feel on the brink of collapse. You couldn’t last much longer at the rate he was taking you. You were already so weak watching him perform that anything was going to put you over the edge.

Your legs were weak and you could feel your walls flutter as he stuffed you to the brink. You whine for him to make you cum, desperate for your release. He doesn’t give you what you want right away. He slows down and sees how needy you are.

“Sucha needy girl. You need to cum? You need Daddy to make you cum?” His voice was low and gravelly. Your heart hammers at what just came out of his mouth. Oh God, you’ve never wanted to call another man that but from his lips?! You wanted to call him that and have him give you anything else you wanted.

“Y-yes Daddy. Please, please give it to me,” you moan. He lets out a guttural groan hearing you submit to him like this.

“That’s it baby, sucha good girl. Keep begging for Daddy, I like it,” he quips, rolling his hips slowly.

He was going to make your heart fly out of your chest. You felt your core flutter around him and barely held yourself back from finishing. You wanted to listen to him though, you knew he’d give you what you wanted if you did.

“Please, Daddy. I need you. I’m begging you to let me cum,” you say breathless.

He picks your body up from the bed so you’re standing and he has one knee on the bed, allowing him to become as deep as he could be inside you. His hips push into you and his hands slither to the front side of you, squeezing handfuls of your breasts. You feel his laborious breath along your neck and the sounds of his satisfaction in your ear. He moves one of his hands down your body to find your aching bud, desperate for touch.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy,” he groans, thrusting inside you deeper.

Your body listens to him and you come crashing down like waves on a rocky shoreline. Hard and fast. Your eyes shut and your body shudders at the pace of his hips. Your core squeezes around him and he cusses in your ear of how good you feel.

“Fuck… That’s it honey, cum for Daddy,” he grits through his teeth, fucking the daylights out of you.

You’re so overwhelmed with all of this and feel like you’ve been shot into outer space. You’ve never felt so satisfied with what he gave you. His hands slide down to your hips once more when he’s about to finish too. Every thrust became more powerful and sporadic. You couldn’t help but whine and scream his name.

“Yes, you’re mine baby. All. Fucking. Mine,” he grunts.

You groan at that statement and feel his length pulse inside of you. He doesn’t stop and keeps himself buried inside you. He was out of breath and kept his hands on your hips, tightly squeezing you. The sound of the slick between your legs was evidence of what a mess he made you. His hips slow but he doesn’t stop to give you a moment to breathe. His lips kiss the crook of your neck and make you gasp at every touch he gives you.

You feel his hands work the knotted scarf off of you and it flutters onto the bed. You bring your arms to the front of you and brace yourself on the bed, your body tired and trembling. He pulls his cock out of you and slowly turns you around. You cling to his body and see his flushed face.

His eyes are still heated yet soft when he looks at you, his chest still heaving for breath and his hair a sweaty mess once again.

“Don’t you ever think again that I would want anyone else more than I want you,” he says quietly with hurt in his voice, leaning down and kissing you.

“You drive me insane,” he grumbles into your mouth. You can’t help but smirk at him, liking how he gets so flustered with you.

“I know,” you whisper back.

He chuckles at your acknowledgment and pulls you back down on the bed, nestling himself in between your legs. You feel his cock still a bit hard resting at your entrance and he pushes it in. You writhe at the sensitivity and hold onto his back, pulling him closer. He makes a disgruntled sound too and looks at you again, soft and tenderly this time.

“You are all I need. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, please don’t forget that,” he sighs.

“I won’t,” you quiver.

“I’ll have her leave first thing in the mornin’. You’ll never see her again,” he tells you sternly. You believe him and don’t doubt him for a second.

He continues to kiss you and cover you with his love. It felt so good and you never wanted him to stop. His hips subtly move and you gasp at the feeling.

“Now just give me a second and I’ll love you nice and slow, all night long if you want,” he murmurs in your ear. You feel like a puddle already and want him all over.

“Yes, please. Please Daddy,” you whisper and you feel his hips buck up into you. You groan loudly and claw at his back.

“Fuck I should have known that would sound so sexy coming from you,” he groans into your neck, kissing you over and over.

“I like being yours,” you tease, softly caressing his hair.

He hums softly and looks up at you with a smirk on his face, “You’re going to make me keep you pinned to this bed saying things like that aren’t you?”

“I don’t think you’d mind that,” you quip, kissing his full lips and relishing in his warmth.

“Uhuh, I don’t.”

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Illusion vs Reality: When Did the Lines Blur?

Content Creator!Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Virgin!reader

--Reader is sick and tired of her family asking where her man at so she buys one--

A/N: this is a request! AND it's part 1 (idk what it is about breaking up fics into parts but I'm addicted! I get so caught up in the plot that I need to break it up). And boy when I say this spoke to me on a personal level, I mean it!

warnings: shenanigans are afoot.

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Your family could be so mean sometimes. They constantly made you feel bad for not being like your older sister, married with children.

But you were only twenty-four, you had plenty of time to do all the things they wanted you to do… NOT! You wanted to live a little more than you already have… that literally just means losing your virginity. 

That’s right, a hot girl like you is still a virgin, by choice. You had a love-hate relationship with sex. Combine that with too many rom-com movies growing up, you wanted things to be special. But as growing up would have it, things were not like the movies. You were not a prude, but you never felt too comfortable with the guys you grew up with to take their time and not jackrabbit inside you. 

And by the time you turned eighteen, it seemed like everyone was getting their back broken! 

Now you weren’t a complete virgin though, you’ve done things like given blowjobs and sent nudes (of like your breasts and maybe an ass pic here and there). It’s just no one has touched you there, except yourself.

Fast forward to the big twenty-four and you’re more confident than you’ve ever been about everything except having sex. And that’s okay! Everyone moves at their own pace. 

It’s not like you never had the chance to do it either! You never trusted anyone enough AND once you got to the point with a guy where you’d tell them you’re a virgin, they either acted weird about it (“Oh you want me to be the first to tap that?”) or they wanted nothing to do with you (“I don’t know if I can be with someone that’s a virgin. I’m sorry.”). 

And with Thanksgiving coming up soon and no man in tow… you’re gonna be roasted alive by your family. But not this year! You were determined to figure something out. So you face-timed your bestie, Brianna. 

Thank God she answered for real, “Hey, Bri! I got a silly ass question.”

“Wassup girl?”

“How does one get a man in less than a month?”

“...You want a real relationship and not a situationship right?”

“Duh.” you thought that was kind of obvious.

“OH!” She laughed, “ Yeah girl that’s a silly ass question. Don't ask no shit like that again!”

“Whatever! You got an actual answer or what?”

Bri sat up in the camera, “You have a better chance at buying a man than getting one that’s not in it for sex in less than a month.”

You had an evil look on your face.

“Oh hell no! Don’t tell me you’re actually considering that shit?”

“I mean… I could! Just for Thanksgiving weekend.” It's not like you had a better idea.

She sighed, “I’m gonna trust you with this cause you gone do it anyway. Just make sure he’s a stand-up guy at least, girl.”

“Well, I kinda have someone in mind already.”

Brianna's eyes grew wide, “ALREADY?! You work too fast for me.”

You giggled, “I know. I’ll text you if it works?”

“Duh, girl! I gotta see how this plays out.”

You blew her a kiss, “Muah! Thank you again for the idea! And I love you!”

“I love you, too, girl!”

You hung up and opened your laptop. You really did have the perfect guy in mind.

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Kelvin Harrison Jr. The perfect guy’s name is Kelvin Harrison Jr. He’s an on-the-smaller side content creator with a super loyal fanbase. He’s become your internet crush. He’s so real (as real as the camera makes him look) and so damn funny! It wouldn’t hurt to shoot him an email with the proposition of being your fake boyfriend for a weekend, right?

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fic idea: alex calls oscar to come over to his apartment and oscar accidentally knocks on carlos' door instead

Oscar is an idiot.

There is no better description of himself than that. A few hours before he has to fly to Australia, he rummages through his apartment looking for his padel racket like a starved animal. He swears he put it here or here. Maybe there. Okay, maybe he doesn't know where he's put it.

He sits down on his couch thinking about where he's left it. Kim has arranged a padel match with himself and Lando and his own trainer for when they get to Australia. He supposes he can ask Kim if he has an extra racket he can borrow. He can't ask Lando, he'll be made fun of and at the end he would still be a racket short.

He was just about to ring Kim up when his eye catches another contact name. Alex.

Alex!

He played with Alex a few days ago and funnily enough that was the last time he could remember seeing his racket. How could he be so forgetful?

He calls Alex immediately, wincing when he realizes it is quite late for it to be acceptable to call but his flight is in a few hours so he calls anyway.

A few rings before Alex picks up, "Hello?"

"Alex! I...Are you in Monaco, still?"

"Oscar? Yeah. Yeah, what's up?"

"Did you perhaps bring home my racket from the other day?"

"Hm. Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. It's right here. Do you need it now?"

Oscar cheers quietly.

"Uh. Yeah, if it's alright? I need to fly in a couple of hours."

"Okay. I'll send you my address."

"Thanks, mate. Appreciate it."

Immediately after Alex sends him his address he gets going. It's not that far considering Monaco is pretty small anyway. He walks from his apartment to Alex's while mentally noting down his schedule for the next days.

When he gets there, the receptionist just greets him probably been alarmed of Oscar's arrival beforehand. Alex's apartment building is nice, not so dissimilar to Oscar's. He double checks the door number before he knocks on the door. A part of him feels a little guilty for bothering Alex for his racket but he knows Alex doesn't mind. He promises both himself and Alex that this will be the last time. Alex just laughs and teases him about his non-existent padel skills.

He waits for the door to open which is quite a long time. Still, he wills himself to be patient. After a few more seconds, when he was just about to knock again, the door swings open.

"Oscar?"

Oscar steps back in shock. He feels his cheeks burning up out of embarrassment and.. something else. His lips part in shock and, quite frankly a little too dramatically, gasps.

First of all. What the heck.

Second. This isn't Alex's apartment.

Third. What the heck.

Carlos runs his hair through his sweaty yet still perfect hair (damn him). Oscar gulps as he takes in the sight of Carlos before him. Shirtless. Nothing but boxers. Skin. Skin everywhere.

Carlos' torso gleams with sweat and his chest is rising and falling quite rapidly. His mouth is open in confusion, a mirror to Oscar's expression. He gulps one more time and forces words out of his mouth.

"Uh. Alex. I was going. I need. I need Alex."

Carlos' eyebrow twitches up, curious or doubtful, Oscar can't tell. Carlos purses his lips and points to the door across. Oscar nods in defeat. He hopes this doesn't reach Lando ever. He will never hear the end of it.

"Yeah. Thanks. Sorry. You can go back doing..."

"Carlos?"

Before Oscar completes what he was about to say, a voice comes from behind Carlos calling for him. A woman wrapped in a blanket comes out from a hallway. Fuck. Oscar may be an idiot but he's not that stupid. He might have just interrupted Carlos Sainz having sex.

"Oh. I'm." Oscar stutters, at loss for words.

"Goodnight, Oscar."

Oscar didn't get to reply before the door shuts down on him. He's left at his place staring at where Carlos used to be except now he's covered by a door.

What the fuck.