#but coke is so expensive its hard to make it a habit

[tailless-whale]

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[bitchlessdino]

I have this in mind, maybe svt member x reader where they are classmates from college, they are close but not THAT close lol. Until one day they started talking about house prices and how the rent is so expensive, but still with the desire of living alone, so he (maybe hoshi or woozi) proposed that they should find a place together to split rent. It started as a joke, but then they found a really good place and decided to try to live together for at least one semester.

so yeah at first everything is great since both of them are always busy, so they dont really see each other that often around the house.

until it could be that they are sexually frustrated and start a friends with benefits relationship (but in secret, so their circle of friends dont know about it). However, reader always had a big crush on him, but never said anything. idk what else to say

Pairing: college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader Genre: smut Word count: 5.9k tags: pwithplot, established friendship, roommate au, friends to fwb, pining, pervert!reader, pervert!soonyoung, mentions of alcohol, mutual masturbation, blowjobs, missionary, doggy, praise kink Summary: When it comes to the economy and needing a roof to live under, having a roommate is your best option, especially as any desperate college student. When arrangements are made with Soonyoung, a friend you admittedly have a visceral lust for, things take a turn one messy night. Making this arrangement more of an edible arrangement. author note: so i may have run wild since hoshi posted those thirst trap photos haha. im very proud of the header i made for this. this was something i planned on posting before my unprepared hiatus, and hopefully i'm still in spirits on continuing this. please anticipate more of me and remember that writers love interaction, criticism or not <333

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“That’s funny, Soonyoung’s looking for a place too.”

You looked over at the man in question to see him mid-feast on a sandwich bigger than his face as it puffed his cheeks full like a common squirrel. “Why are you looking for a place? I thought you made plans with Seokmin?”

The man struggled to swallow down the larger-than-life bite, barely managing to do without scratching the back of his throat before answering. “His parents convinced him against it. I should’ve known he’d back out when he didn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“Do you know how to do your own laundry?”

“I know there are colors and whites, detergent and softener—I’d figure it out.”

“I’m hearing a no…”

“Youtube exists. How hard could it be? But yeah, I’m looking for a place.” He set his sandwich aside to lean in closer, washing down any remnants with a swig of his Jihoon’s stolen Coke Zero, who at the moment couldn’t be more distracted with Physics paper. “It’s not easy that’s for sure. A single bedroom is way too much on its own and anything bigger I can barely cover half of.”

“Here’s an idea,” Mingyu suggested like it wasn’t on his mind for the fifteen minutes you’ve been complaining about being essentially homeless, “Why don’t you guys figure something out together?”

“Really? Me and Soonyoung?”

Your counterpart couldn’t help the offense washing over his face. “What’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t know if you’d be a good roommate.”

“What makes you roommate of the year?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ve known each for what, a semester and a half, and I don’t know what your living habits are. I’ve basically lived alone all my life with my parents working all the time. How do I know you won’t push all the housework on me?”

Scoffing, his lips twisted up in a cocky smile. “You’re looking at the flail youngest of two who did almost a decade of housework for a hundred dollar allowance for a week. I don’t waste Pinesol, I hand wash dishes, and I keep my 50 pairs of shoes neatly out of the doorway and in pristine condition.”

“You can do all that and not operate a washing machine?”

“The buttons and colors confuse me.”

“So,” Mingyu interrupted again, “How about it? Sounds like you guys a both a little desperate. The housing market isn’t getting any lower.”

“I guess you don’t sound all to bad to live with then,” You replied with a tinge of a tease.

“What do you bring to the table?” Soonyoung interjected.

“Discounts for food at my work, a Netflix account, a pack of scrub daddies, and a decent amount of disposable income for half an average month's rent and fun stuff if we ever get bored. Down?”

Soonyoung stroked his chin as if to think, but his head, the deal sounded as good as it can get. If he was being honest, he was desperate, but after the berating, he couldn’t let you know that. “Add in some salon-quality shampoos and conditioners and we have a deal.”

You groaned. “Fine, for a semester for now, but you’re getting laundry stuff and learning how to use the machines.”

You hadn’t expected to be apartment shopping with Soonyoung looking like a pair of newlyweds, but here you were doing exactly that. There wasn’t anything particular about him that bothered you, (except maybe the harboring attraction you had for him since freshman orientation that you blanketed over with over argumentative banter and an aloof attitude when he was around).

But as far as you knew, you were morning and night.  Sure, you’ve gotten along in social situations, but you knew how drastically different your lives were. When you aren’t working, you were a homebody and he’d bring bodies home. He lived differently than you did to put it plainly.

And perhaps the idea of waking up with him every morning possibly shirtless and/or naked frankly made you both terrified and aroused all at once.

The moment you shook his hand to agree, you were already feeling some regret, but hey, maybe that’ll actually do you some good. Maybe you’ll finally get over this school crush on this unattainably hot guy after seeing how disgusting he is leaving his underwear and socks in every corner of the place. It’s inevitable things can only go down from here, right? Right?

“A few ground rules should be in order.”

Soonyoung nodded, putting away the remainder of the edible arrangement gifted to you by your collective friends in the fridge. “Like what?”

“Chores should be switched off every week so we know how to handle all types at all times, but we do our own laundry. No exceptions. Dinner is a group effort. If we get takeout, always tell the other at least an hour in advance and costs are split. Groceries are bought biweekly with a set budget.”

“Strict, but ok. I’ll do my best to follow them. Anything else?”

You were reluctant to bring up this last one. You cleared you through, taking a second to properly form the words before letting them out. “If we have someone that we’re getting involved with, it’s either done at their place or in an empty apartment with plenty of notice.”

Soonyoung can’t help but bust out a wide and perfect grin, crossing his arms seeing the timid expression on your face. “Fine. I’ll make sure when I have sex with someone, it’s under those guidelines.”

“Ha, thanks,” You awkwardly respond, “I’ll abide the same.”

His eye narrowed at you dubiously. “Wait, you’ll actually get around?”

“Why are you doubting me?”

He chuckled, shrugging smooth broad shoulders through his black sleeveless tee. “You just don’t really seem about that. There’s nothing wrong with it, but—“

“You don’t know every detail of my intimate life so butt out.”

His arms rose up in defense, nodding along. “Alright, okay. If that’s all, I have a few rules of my own.”

“Okay. Have at it.”

He mused to himself for a few seconds. “Bathroom schedule: first come first serve.”

You nodded, easy enough.

“At a few hours of the day, the living room becomes an at-home gym when needed.”

Okay, that one had a little kick to it. “Alright.”

“And we have a safe word.”

You blinked back at him, heart pounding a little louder than it should, legs clenching as if they were being pried apart, and sweat burning the temple of your forehead with the unnecessarily dirty thoughts running through your mind. “A w-what?”

“A safe word,” he repeated as a matter of fact, “a word we can use when there’s conflict and something wrong and we just completely stop what we’re doing.” He grinned a little. “It’s not just for sex you know.”

You shoved him, earning his chuckle. “I know that, jerk. But fine, what do you suggest?”

“…Tiger.”

“How did I know that’s what you’d say?”

“Because we’re good friends.”

“How about ‘hamster’?”

He frowned. “No.”

“But look how effective that was.”

For the most part, things went smoothly. It helped that things got busy and tasks barely needed to get done with the exception of laundry. You saw each other more in your friend group gatherings than at home in your shared arrangement, and despite everyone knowing you live together, neither of you made it a point to make a big deal about it, even if everyone else does.

The countless times you had to fight Seokmin, Jeonghan, or Jihyo about the possibility of something developing between you and your new roommate romantically pained you with their inaccuracy. It seemed left and right that’s all everyone could talk about since it was arranged. It seemed as if there was nothing better up for discussion. Soonyoung dealt with it all the same, being constantly asked what kind of nefarious doings are being done behind closed doors that no one knows about. It always came as a disappointment when it was broken towards them that nothing was happening and that nothing ever will.

Even to you. Surprising enough.

If you learned anything from living with Soonyoung, it was harder than you expected it to be, especially with a still festering crush that is only developing into something almost tangibly heart-wrenching and stomach churning. It seemed to have taken a turn for the worse when Soonyoung started to take advantage of the home gym more due to the massive heatwave in town. 

The damn pull up bar.

You’ve only realized the time you’ve wasted after hearing the kettle whistle you put out apparently ten minutes ago. Your mind was too clouded by the flex of his biceps lifting his body in the air. Or the contracting and releasing of his shoulders that were lightly misted by perspiration. Or were too preoccupied with wanting to lick off the veins of the poor man’s lower abdomen. Or thinking about what those arms could do flinging you upside a—

“Oh, early class?”

“Uh, yeah. There’s a lot more traffic today, so I'm getting there earlier than usual.” 

His feet landed on the ground with a thud and he grabbed a towel to wipe over the sweat that was making his body glisten like glaze on a smooth buff donut. “I’m guessing you have no time for breakfast then?”

“Unfortunately,” you respond, quickly pouring your tea into your thermos before getting to your shoes, “I was gonna grab something at the Starbucks on campus after.”

“Here.” He tossed something from a box behind him and watched as you flimsily caught it from the front door.

“Oh.” A protein bar, a good one from your experience of raiding his side of the pantry. “Thanks.”

“And cancel all previous engagements. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

You squinted at him, “Why?”

“We’ll have something nice for once tonight,” he grinned, “be home at 8 tonight.”

Soonyoung’s plan for dinner was a free courtesy of Mingyu who found a nice little gig as a sous chef in a trendy place uptown. The whole circle celebrated together and you only got around to knowing after Soonyoung kept you updated on news knowing you’d be too busy to look at the giant groups chat you’re in. You should’ve been appreciative. That should’ve been your first instinct, not…entitlement. Not envious of him making eyes and flirting with the waitres. Not embarrassment for expecting something more from his brazen invite to dinner with you.

So, by then you’ve had a bit to drink. Okay, a lot to drink. Just enough to drink to have you stumbling on the center dance floor that garnered the attention of prying eyes. At that moment, nothing really mattered. You knew where lines lie, but lines eventually blur.

One second, you’re alone swaying to Britney Spears’ “toxic”, another second, Seungcheol’s crotch is up against your ass. It was a nice sentiment since you were definitely craving a bit of attention tonight, although you weren’t sure if you could look your friend in the eye again after that. Fortunately for you, it only got so far until a shapeless, but familiar, body pulled you away from the scene, forcibly putting you away in a bright yellow car. With your many failed protests, they managed to reach the footsteps of your building and finally reached for keys in their front pockets to open up your apartment.

“Hold still. Please…God, I am not sober enough for this.”

“Soonyoung….” You whined like a lost child.

He gripped you tighter by the arm to lock you in place, preventing you from falling. He was used to being taken care for and the grass was not greener on the other side. He has a lot of people he needs to apologize to. “Almost…okay, okay. I’m in. Go. Go shower and sober yourself up.”

You tugged him at the wrist, pulling him towards you. “Shower with me…”

He scoffed, a smug smile forming on his face. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Go before I make you, and I really don’t wanna have to make you.”

“Fineee…”

Logic flew out the window tonight. Not paying it a second thought, you began stripping yourself of your clothes in the middle of the living room, from socks to immediately your shirt. Soonyoung’s eyes nearly shot out of his skull as he scrambled to cover you in your abandoned shirt before it almost hit the ground.

“Undress in the bathroom please.” Even in your intoxicated state, you could feel the tension of his muscles brush against your back, causing the heat to creep up on your skin.

You let yourself melt into him giggling, turning your head back to meet his cautious eyes. “Maybe you’d like to help with that.”

You can see the bit of shock in his eyes, fluttering back to something more composed once he internally reminded himself this was the ramblings of a drunk person. “You really don’t know what you're saying.” He then pushed you inside the restroom, holding the door by its knob, “Shower and brush your teeth. I’m not letting you out until I’m sure you’re done.”

“Soonyoung…”

“Please, just do it.”

Eventually, he finally convinced you to do as he asked and he hears the shower running, but a mere second later a thud follows. You busted out in a fit of pain, slipping on the already wet floor and immediately your roommate comes running in concerned. “What happened?”

He turned his head the second he processed your fallen body on the ground was bare naked. Shower water poured down on your head, drenching you from head to toe, and glistening your body like a wet dream. Your eyes lit up at him in a timid demure, barely covering your intimate parts with your arms and hands. He coughed dramatically, pinching himself to find restraint, and repeated his quarry of concern with avoidant eyes before you pointed out the obvious, “I fell.”

“Hold on to the rails, that’s what they’re for,” he groaned.

“Sorry.”

He sighed, slightly glancing. “Do you need help?”

You shook your head even when he wasn’t looking. “No, I think I’m good.”

“Good. Just be careful and tell me when you’re done.”

And you’re alone again.

You pulled yourself up from your pathetic state and then the warm water run through your features, letting out a loud sigh. You finished up the best you could, ridding yourself of a night full of grime. Grabbing a towel on the rack, you wrapped it around your damp nude before letting Soonyoung know from the other side of the door. He finally let you free from his handmade prison before watching you go scurry to your bedroom in a concoction of drunken embarrassment.

You muttered to yourself scoldings for letting something like that happen, clenching your legs together in bed the moment you hear his round of shower hit the tiles through the thin walls. A groan unexpectedly sounds off abundantly clear, and your shameless thoughts take action while he’s preoccupied. 

Still naked, you let the towel fall to the ground and you crawl under the sheets of your bed, not caring in the slightest about your hair getting your pillows wet. Your hands slowly trail down to your chest, ghosting over your skin until the pads of your fingers finally found what’s between your legs. You moaned at your self-discovery. Filming your fingers with your filthy arousal, a smile derived from self-indulgence shaped on your face. There you let your fingers slide between your folds and you shudder.

Meanwhile, Soonyoung couldn’t get your image out of his head. The glimpse alone was enough to make him think of you in compromising positions. Lips around his angry stiff cock, your tongue sliding against the veins of his shaft. He’d then hear the wet suction, the vibrations of your mouth humming around his skin, moaning his name like the perfect dessert you were. He groaned again to himself, pressing his length against his abdomen, not thinking you’d hear.

But you do. In fact, it’s so coherent, it makes you wet enough seep past your thighs, trailing down your legs. Your fingers plunged in you deeper while the palm of your hand rubbed against the shape of your clit. Your hips heave up from the mattress, pressing deeper into your palm as the image of Soonyoung’s face stayed a constant in your intoxicated head.

Soonyoung could hear your moans through it all, even if you didn’t think they did, and you only further fed his imagination. He braced against the wall behind him, thrusting into his fist with gritted teeth. The squeeze he had on his girth was merciless and all he had to rid of his overwhelming sin. In his head, you batted your pretty eyes back him, trailing your hands over his body, mouth gaping that looked ready to be filled one way or another. He threw his head back, whispering your name softly. “Oh, baby…you look so good swallowing my cock.”

You felt tears soak your eyes, swallowing a desperate breath.“Mmh, fuck…just like that please…”

“Gonna fuck your pretty pussy…” His thrusts roughly pulled himself at his base, clenching the life around it.

“You’re so deep, fuck, you feel so good—“

“You’re gonna make me cum—“

“Shit, I’m gonna cum—“

“Shit—“

“Shit—“

Simultaneously, you both were freed of your tension, a sudden release of breath escaping your lungs. The spilled cum fell at Soonyoung’s feet, melting in the heat of the water before it followed down the drain, while you fell slumped in bed in your own filth. You lazily reached out for your towel to clean the rest of the mess, tore away your dirty sheets, and settled into a tired slumber.

Soonyoung, overwashed with shame, hung his head down as he quietly cursed to himself. He shut off the shower head and reached for his towel. He finally concludes this evening, having taken a load off. There wasn’t much left on his mind that night, only teh thought of wanting it to be over.

The morning comes sooner than you realize and you find yourself at the mercy of a shirtless Soonyoung like most mornings, except this time he wasn’t doing pull-ups. Instead, he walked to you, a vigor to his stride and he decidedly met your eyes, while you were still focused on his body.

“You’re not very good at hiding things,” he said with a knowing smile.

“Soonyoung—“

“Should I just give you what you want? Should I fuck the shit out of you until all I can hear is my name?”

An answer was caught in the tightness of your throat when he lifted you off the ground and instinctively made you wrap your legs around his bare torso. The heat of his body is all you could focus on until he planted you flat on your kitchen counter, parting your legs to reveal the sudden bareness beneath your oversized t-shirt.

He licked his lip, tensing up his abdomen excitedly before he found home between your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his hair, crying out in soft breaths, and pulling his head back to meet his pretty eyes glossed over with lust. 

He mumbled into your skin, specifically one thing. And he said it over again and over again. Unable to make out what he says, you asked him to repeat it more clearly. It was then he rose up to the surface, a sticky sweet sheen of your arousal in his lips before he drew them close to your ear. His breath fanned your skin, shivers running down your spine, and finally what he says makes sense.

“Wake up.”

Your eyes ripped open like the ground beneath you should’ve. You ran a hand over your face, groaning at your own dismay. “What the actual fuck…”

It took a minute for you to pull yourself out of bed, groggy and with a raging headache to blow over throughout the day, only to be met with nearly an identical circumstance you met in your dream. Your roommate’s bare back stared back at you as brightly as the morning sun. You shrunk back at the reminder of your dream, walking on eggshells towards him to reach the fridge. “Morning.”

Soonyoung coughed on his water recognizing your presence, timidly greeting you back.

“Plans today?” You asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, classes in the afternoon.”

The silence couldn’t be more deafening.

“You.”

“Yeah, me too. Will be back at home at 9 after work.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

And soon you parted, embarrassed that encountered ever happened.

The rest of the day, there was much of seeing each other like most days, but this particular instance felt there was more of a reason to it. Even when it came around to your mutually available time at lunch, you made the extra effort not to run into him. How could you?

After making a pass on him and making the half-conscious decision of touching yourself to him while he was in the shower?

You’d be insane to go about things as if they were normal. They weren’t. 

When you came home that night, he was home like he always was, yet nowhere in sight. You knew he was home when you noticed his bike locked up where it normally was and shoes placed at the front of the door. You were tempted to call out his name but refrained when you reminded yourself you were yet ready for that confrontation yet.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have a choice in the matter as  Soonyoung seemed to be already walking out of his room, shocked to see you actually home despite it being the time you said you’d be home by. “Hey…”

“Hey.” You let your stuff down before heading to the kitchen. “Did you eat yet?”

“Uh, yeah. I got pizza with a few Chan and Seungkwan.”

“Cool. I’m just gonna make myself something real quick.”

“Alright.”

“Did you need something?”

“Hmm?”

You pointed to his door. “You came out of your room.”

“Right,” he quickly scanned the floor before claiming nearly finished bottle of water on the couch's corner table. “W-water. I got thirsty.”

Obviously, it was an excuse, but you weren’t going to point it out with your lack of backbone. “Okay, well, I’m out here if you need anything.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Before he retreated back to the room, a halt was squeezed out of your throat, catching him in his eager steps. He turned to you with unfocused eyes, hard swallowing in an attempt to calm himself down. “What is it?”

“I need to get this off my chest. Yesterday…I’m really sorry for everything yesterday.”

He sighed. That’s what all that was? “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Also. Shit, um. I don’t know why I’m saying this because it's not like it matters. Well, it does a little bit. It could totally come off wr—“

“Hey,” he interrupted, “I doubt it’s as big a deal as your making it out to be, and I’m okay with not knowing.”

“But you should know actually.” You steadily approached him, letting out an exaggerated exhale. “Yesterday, you were showering and I don’t know what got over me. Well, I was drunk, so I guess there was that bit. Anyway, I heard you, you know, and I guess I—“

“Touched yourself when I was in the shower?”

You shut your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. “Okay, we’re getting right into it, but yeah. It just felt weird not telling you, I just—“

“You knew I was masturbating?”

“Well, yeah? It was obvious if I’m being honest. Not the point. I invaded your privacy and indulged in it. I don’t know, maybe it’s been a while since…I just want to apologize.”

“For what, overhearing me whack myself off,” he took a step closer, eyes a lot like your dream meeting yours, “or for cumming to the thought of me?”

You breathed out through your nose. In and out. Your eyes for the life of you could not stay steady. “B-both?”

“If we’re being honest here, I should come clean too, shouldn’t I?”

Your hand steadied on the couch, almost letting the force of gravity pull you down along with your sanity, but tried maintaining eye contact as if that would change the dynamic even a little bit. “About what?”

Soonyoung finally found the humor in the situation to smile, one that caused the stagger in your step. “About how your face would come up when I touched myself in the shower.”

“Soonyoung—“

“You can be mad at me, but I won't be mad at you for doing the same thing I did. I don’t regret it because that was the best orgasm I’ve had in mon—“

You silenced his lips with your own, launching you into him until all you felt was the heat of his furnace of a body. His hands claimed the small of your back before pressing your curves into his hollows. He received your lips feverishly, moving against you as if in heated debate, and crashed your body into the furniture closest to you. 

“Didn’t know you were this eager,” he mumbled, “you should've told me.”

Your hand gripped his hair, your teeth taking his bottom lip between and pulling, emitting illicit whines that filled your stomach with warmth. Your leg propped to his side, embracing him hungrily there wasn’t even space to breathe. His hips knocked back into you, his bulge grinding against your clothed heat as he arched you over the back of the couch.

“You’re a bit mean. I like that.” He giggled.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“May I remind you, you kissed me.”

“And I can back out right this second.”

“Oh, but we can’t have that,” he utilized his upper strength to lift you off the ground looped tightly around his torso, a gasp leaving your lips. You reunite with his eyes that are now leveled with yours. You’ve looked into them before but it shocked you with how dark they are, how earnest they look. “You see it, don't you? How much I want you? I see it in your eyes too.”

“T-this a tactic you use on all people you sleep with?”

He shook his head. “Just you, and only because I really want you.”

Your hand planted against his cheek, the curve of your palm hugging his jaw. His breath hitches from the mere tenderness in your eyes. His body has ever only told him he was you carnally and raw, but that gaze. If he would just bottle that gaze and show off like a trophy.

Your hand crawled over to the nape of his neck, there your digits ran up his hair, pushing him innately close to yours, and you whispered cautiously, “We can never tell the others.”

“I’ll take this to my grave if it’s what you want.”

You nodded. “Good boy.”

He transported you to his room, dropping you on his mattress with him to follow. Your lips stay glued together a perfect mold, tongue clashing in a union that you’ve only even dreamt of having. Soonyoung only briefly pulled away to reveal his torso. He was firm, flushed to the touch, and heaving under the heat of your palm.

You gasped as he pressed his body against your touch, smiling against your skin as he asked if you liked what you were seeing. All you could do was nod, somehow lost in the trance that you never wanted to escape. His mouth took your neck, roaming starved as his hands undressed you down to your underwear.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He slipped you out from your sleeves and made skin contact. Chest to chest, waist to waist, hips to hips. You sense his want through touch alone and for once being wrong felt so incredibly right. What a relief to know, he felt what you did. “I never wanted someone this badly before.”

“Soonyoung…”

He nipped your neck, teeth scratching against your skin. “You say my name like that, I’ll have no choice but to ruin you. Be careful around me. Or don’t. I’d show you a good time either way.”

“You’re—mmp—such a…ah—s-sweet talker.” You could hardly talk back. He made love to your skin as if he’d done it before, touching every pressure of your body like a skilled lover, both attentively yet without remorse.

“I’m only saying what I’ve been thinking. Like how desperate I am to feel myself between your thighs.” He tugged down your underwear to your feet and let the fall to the ground, allowing your legs to hook around him. “Or how your lips taste like caramel coffee, the candy you eat every time you need a ‘pick me up.’”

“You pay attention to that?” You asked, fiddling over the button of his pants.

“I don’t make an effort to, I just do.” He found your hands, aiding you in your efforts, soon you heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor. He held your gaze still, guiding your hand over his hard cock, taking from the base up to the shaft. You swallowed memorizing his shape, his length, his weight. There was so much you wanted to be able to share with this part of him alone. “Now it’s your turn to pay attention to me.”

Your lips stretched over your cheeks. “What makes you think I don’t?” 

You trace over something particular with your other hand, something that bulges at you even with his pants on. You lifted yourself to sit up, folding your calves behind your thighs. Stroking his length with one hand, you admire your veins leading down his lap with the other. “I’ll have you know, my patience is admirable. It took a lot within me to blatantly ignore these pretty veins you have on your stomach.”

“Someone’s never called them that before,” he chuckled, “no one’s even acknowledged them before.”

“I guess no one’s been privileged enough to see them as often as I do. Lucky me.” You thumbed over the blue, scrapping over its stroke as you lowered your head and your lips wrapped around the head. You covered his underside, tugging  your lips around him, and watching his jaw drop lower when you began covering more of his length.

“I’m the lucky one,” he acknowledged, his hand dropping to the crown of your head before caressing the length of your hair. “You should see how good you look sucking my dick right now. I’m never gonna see this image without wanting to cum on the spot.”

You steadied yourself at his hips, tongue gliding over the underside, and you hugged your cheeks tighter around his girth. Eyes fluttered back at him, and you wretched to take more of him, already felt him hit the back of your throat. When you heard him moan, it fed you more encouragement, giving your best efforts to fit all of him. You coughed at the tightness in your throat but remained resilient. The vicious substance of your saliva coated him from tip to base as your hand stroked him repeatedly, pushing him deeper into you until your vision grew weary. 

Soonyoung told you to take it slow, stroking the back of your head with a gentle hand. You inhaled him for as long as you could, the sounds of your efforts growing dim the deeper he made it past your mouth. Ultimately, tears ran down your cheeks, oxygen cut from your airways, and you felt no choice but to pull him out, resting his cock between your fingertips as you gasped for breath.

That breath was quickly stolen when Soonyoung dived in to claim it, his body caging yours. His weight against yours was comforting, enticing, addicting. He moaned your name sweetly like a song, and it filled your stomach with embers of desire. “You’re so hot…I’d make you do that again if I wasn’t worried about killing you.”

You pathetically scoffed in an attempt to cover up discomfort. “That? Pff, I’m fine.”

He grinned, kissing you long and deep. “You’re so cute when you lie. I’ll make sure to return the favor now.”

Pulling at your thighs, he dragged them towards him, barely touched your eager heat, and his twitch urging you to pull him close. He leaned over somewhere behind you to tear open a condom, rolling it over himself. As he drew closer, so did you, feeling the inviting head of his cock glide over your wet cunt, you trembled in thought. Soonyoung, just—

“Put it in me.”

“Now, now. I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled cheekily.

“Soonyoung,” You whined.

Your impatience is rewarded when he plunged himself in slowly, but completely, embracing the stretch of your walls as he filled you out. “So…needy...”

His initial thrust is deep, strong, and then he landed another, quickly adjusting to the plush of your pussy. You held your thighs back to your chest, and spread your legs wide for him. Your pretty lips weren’t shy with praising him, asking him for more of his pretty cock, and earning just as you ask. “You’re mind-numbing, shit…what a good fucking pussy…”

“Your cock’s so g-good in me…you feel so good inside me, Soonyoung…”

“Fuck, say my name like that again.”

He flipped you on your stomach, pressing his fingers into your as he found his pace from behind you, ramming into you until your cunt has tasted every inch of his cock. You gasped as his hand maneuvered you to push back against him, like a toy to be played with he used every bit of you, your energy, your sexuality, and he embraced it. You felt amazing. 

“Soonyoung, I’m—ah—I’m gonna cum.”

“You’re gonna cum around my cock? Hmm? Is that it? My cock fucking you that good?”

You bit into his cheeks nodding, in the urge to respond before the wave of arousal crashed into you. You were clenching your stomach as his name came in tidal waves, grinding towards him to prologue the high. Loudly, you cursed, balling the sheets underneath you into fists. 

Soonyoung nodded proudly, the shaky view of your body trembling beneath him fuels his ego and it’s not long before he orgasms, filling the condom until it nearly burst. He pulled out of you finally, quickly discarding the trash before he joined you in bed, hugging your fatigued body to his side and there was silence. Only silence.

And breathing. Mainly Soonyoung’s. And that went on for a good fifteen minutes until someone spoke again.

“I’m glad I waited for that.”

You looked up at your roommate curiously, the smile on his face felt warmer every time you saw it. “What was that?”

He met your gaze, hand softly moving over your hair. “I feel like I’ve gotten closer to you. I always wanted that.”

“Really?”

He nodded, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Who knew sex would make us closer friends?”

Your body ran cold, in the distance you could hear the shattering of glass far off from reality. You stayed frozen under his touch as he embraced you closer to his naked body, hooking his chin over your neck. “We should do this again. I wouldn’t mind getting used to this.”

That’s what you were scared of. Getting used to this. To this arrangement. To the sensation of his cock inside you. To the sense that it’d never be more than you hoped it would be. You’d never have Soonyoung be yours, but you knew somehow you’d always be his.

[rafescoke]

hi ! i'm obsessed with your work ! <333 can i request a rafe cameron x reader

the reader is always there for rafe when he's sick or in trouble but rafe doesn't really show any reaction or gratitude from the reader's affection - but when reader goes sick (or nosebleed) he immediately begins to worry/make sure reader is okay. basically fluff !

August ; Cupcake! Rafe Cameron

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Read Cupcake if you haven't before you start this fic!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: In which Rafe cares more for the girl he likes rather than himself.

Warnings: Extreme fluff! Mentions of alcohols and drugs, Rafe Cameron being a complete sweetheart

A/N: After a week full of nothing but angst I've decided to give y'all what y'all have been screaming for; fluff. Thank you for all the love over my stories, I love you more than anything else in the world <3

p.s, I'm so sorry @blank-velvet if this isn't what you had in mind :(

"Hello, beautiful."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, giving him a side smile as she locks her front door. "You're late today."

Rafe pouts, pulling her into a hug as he breathes into her scent. She doesn't smell like cupcakes anymore, thank god, because he can't take another few hours of flashbacks of him whisking the batter.

Turns out, the children's home becomes a fortnight habit for the both of them. They would bring so many cupcakes for the kids and spend the new 2 hours chatting and playing games.

Rafe hates to admit this, having to show the soft side of his, but he likes it. Every single bit of it; children telling him he's the best person in the world and how they like his frosting over (Y/N)'s because his were more 'unique'.

"Are you thinking of another girl?" (Y/N) teases, poking him by his side. Rafe looks down to her height with a shocked expression and shakes his head.

"Never."

"Yuck," she replies, but she's smiling. She keeps her hands in his, loving the way his fingers are wrapped around hers. His metal rings knock against hers, and she can feel the slight tightening every time the light turns red.

She wishes she can assure him that she'll never leave his side, no matter what happens. She knows how hard his life is for him, dealing with his family and his addiction, and she swears to be in his life until he's okay.

"I don't want you to leave once I'm okay."

"I don't mean it that way, Rafe. I'm just saying that if you decide to find anyone else after this whole bullshit ends, I'll be fine."

Rafe shook his head, "I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)."

"Now you're thinking of a guy," Rafe rolls his eyes playfully, turning into a corner before stopping directly before a fancy restaurant (Y/N) can't roll her tongue to call it. He steps out, helping her to her feet, and proceeds to give his car keys to the butler.

"You don't have to pay 30 dollars for valet parking," (Y/N) rolls her eyes. "I'm perfectly fine with walking a long distance, you know."

"Not in that heels," Rafe answers, pointing to her pink mules. "You'll get your dress dirty too."

Rafe escorts her to their table by the beach with her arms in his, and the couple never looked so beautiful. Rafe's hair is left messy today, since (Y/N) likes it that way, and anything that (Y/N) likes, Rafe will try to obey.

"We can eat at Fraiser's and I'll be happy, Rafe. This is too much."

Fraiser's is Obx's famous burger shop located in The Cut, and sometimes even the kooks would come down to the other side of the island to enjoy the food.

(Y/N) stares at the beach, hearing its calming waves and turns to Rafe. He's still admiring the view, his lips pulled into a charming smile, and (Y/N) has the urge to kiss him.

"I want to," he says. "I'm glad we met."

The candle burns brightly by the side of their table as he gazes into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them. Her (E/C) eyes are mesmerizing, and it had struck him.

"Stop. You're getting all mushy mushy."

The dinner is perfect. To (Y/N)'s surprise, Rafe had requested her favorite song to be played by the band earlier. When the starting melody to August by Taylor Swift starts playing, she's basically gaping at Rafe.

"Shut up! You did not!" she hits him on his arms as he laughs.

"I thought you'd like it," he shrugs, stuffing his mouth with the garlic bread. "Do you like it?"

"Are you crazy? I love it, Rafe!"

Before Rafe can process his mind to what she just said, she pulls him into a hug from the other side of the table, and the other diners glance at the sudden sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor and clanking of cutleries.

Rafe relaxes, "You're embarrassing us."

She pulls away, her face red, but Rafe holds her tightly.

"It's okay. I like it. Embarrass us even more, please."

(Y/N) feels like she's in heaven, soaring high above the clouds with Rafe by her side. Her life can't be more perfect; being in a close relationship with the boy he likes, doing so many things together she feels like they were married already.

Keyword: close relationship. He never proposes her to be his girlfriend, and she's too afraid to bring it up.

But whatever they're having now; she loves it. More than anything else in the world.

"Let's go to the beach."

"Okay," she giggles, gathering her clutch and her forgotten shoes somewhere under the table. She feels like leaving them, but the heels were one of the many presents from Rafe a few weeks ago, and she intends to keep them until the day she dies.

She stops, placing the clutch against his chest. "Have you paid?"

Rafe looks up to her, "Nah."

"Go pay."

"No."

"Rafe!" she widens her eyes, closing her mouth with her hands. "They'll catch us!"

"Not if we act like we've paid. Come on, they know me. They wouldn't suspect me of fleeing before paying."

She bites her lips nervously, but her heart is thumping wildly against her chest. Fleeing away from paying is never on her bucket list, but she always likes watching these kinds of scenes on the big screen.

"Okay. Fine."

"Okay, sweet. Come on."

He pulls her hands in his as he walks towards the exit. The waiter close to them bows, giving them his thank you, and when (Y/N) feels like they're safe, a loud voice from behind them shouts.

"Sir! Madam! Have you paid?"

(Y/N)'s grip around Rafe's hands tighten, but Rafe is a natural at lying. She wonders if he ever lied to her before.

"We have, a few minutes ago. This is a very bad moment for me and my wife, we are catching a flight back to Paris in an hour and you're wasting our time."

(Y/N) looks at him, gawking. His wife?

(Y/N) isn't sure if his lie would get them out of this situation, because his fake British accent does not sound anywhere near British and no English couple would spend their summer in a place like Obx.

The manager, (Y/N) assumes takes a step back, bowing down to them. When he looks up at them, he still has the curious glint in his eyes.

"Can I get your name?"

There's a long silence between them, and (Y/N)'s getting more and more nervous. "Coke." she blurts before she can stop herself.

"Coke?"

"That's her nickname, right, my love? It's not coke, my dear, it's Cookie," Rafe sighs and turns back to the manager. "I'm sorry. She had had a few drinks tonight."

"Sir," the same waiter that had muttered his thanks to them says, standing beside the stern manager. "They haven't paid."

"Run!" Rafe exclaims, running towards the exit with (Y/N) in his trail. There are shouts behind them, but they don't stop, running for dear life until the music from the band playing sounds a distance away.

Eventually, the gravel turns into sand, and they stop running. (Y/N) is the first one to laugh, throwing her head back and pulling him into a hug.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Rafe, that's the best thing that has ever happened in my life!" she exclaims, placing her arms around his neck. The adrenaline from before is still flowing at a fast pace, and she never felt more alive.

Rafe smiles, catching his breath. He let her in his arms, smoothing her locks and lifting her slightly from the ground.

"Let's go in the water!" she says excitedly, pulling him towards the waves.

The cold saltwater pools around their ankles as they stand in the water, intertwining their fingers. (Y/N) looks up at him, watching as he stares at the darkness ahead.

She looks in the direction he's gawking at and sees the silhouette of a huge boat somewhere in the distance.

"What's wrong?" she asks, tugging at his hands.

"Someday, (Y/N), I'll bring you around the world."

She smiles. Always the charmer, that one.

"Rafe!" She suddenly shouts, bending down and letting the water soak her dress. "Something bit me!"

Rafe snaps back to reality, holding her in place and trying to find the mysterious creature in the water. Can a piranha get this far?

"I don't see-"

(Y/N) cuts him off by splashing the water at him, and he steps back with a shock.

"You'll regret doing that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not feeling anything."

"Get ready."

"For what?"

Rafe splashes her with a larger amount of water and uses the stalling time as she gasps and tries to get away from him by pulling her down into the water.

"This," he laughs, watching as she screams playfully. She's between his legs now as they sit peacefully, letting the water soak their expensive clothes.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining the dress you bought for me."

"It's okay. It's just Dior. Besides, I'll probably ruin it by-"

"Later," she cuts him off, placing her pointer on his lips to silence him. "Let's just watch the ocean."

And Rafe obliges.

A walk back to your home doesn't take long when you're in love. (Y/N) has Rafe's hands in hers, swaying them back and forth as they skip back to her apartment.

"I'm not going to be responsible for your car if it goes missing, Rafe."

He smiles, "It's okay. I have insurance."

She's on cloud nine; singing along to August and letting Rafe twirl her around under the night sky full of twinkling stars.

"I love this," she whispers, stopping midway. "Thank you, Rafe."

"For what?"

"Being the best."

He kisses her cheeks in response, "Always."

Just before they can continue their walk back to her apartment, a familiar blue mustang pulls up beside her, and Rafe pulls her to his other side in reflex.

He waits until the car window pulls down, revealing a half-drunk boy with his black hair messily slicked back.

(Y/N)'s breath hitches, and she pulls Rafe closer to her.

"What do you want?" Rafe sighs. "Can't you leave her alone?"

"Rafe," she whispers, pulling him in alarm. Out of all the time in the world, her ex-boyfriend decides to surprise them after a good night full of good memories.

Jack ignores Rafe and stares at (Y/N), smiling in a taunting way. "Hey, (Y/N), why are you all wet?"

"Rafe," she pulls him again.

"Come on, I'm just asking," he laughs. "I thought you liked getting wet."

"Fuck off," Rafe says, gritting his teeth. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, and he longs for the moment to connect his fist with his smug face.

"Aw, come on Rafe, you used to be so fun," Jack fakes pout, sighing. "Now you're all up in her ass. Does she feed you bone?"

Rafe steps forward, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him back.

"Does she beg you to go to the some children's shit too?"

Rafe stalks forward again before (Y/N) can help it, and launches Jack's car door open. He topples over from leaning over and not wearing the seatbelt, and Rafe uses the chance to throw him on the road.

"Wanna talk shit again, asshole?" Rafe yells, pushing him as he staggers backward. Jack clutches onto his chest, holding a hand up and moving backward.

(Y/N) cries, waiting for Rafe to come back. As Rafe turns away to go with her, Jack takes the free time to bring him down to the road again and throws a punch against his face.

"Jack! Let him go, please!"

Rafe groans, feeling his bones cracking, but he's too fueled by the snickering Jack had made toward (Y/N). He turns him over and continues his punches against the thrashing boy.

(Y/N) pulls Rafe's arms, not wanting him to get hurt, but the pull is so strong that when he finally lets go of Jack, she topples backward and falls straight on her bottom.

He gushes out beside her, "You're okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you!"

Jack scatters into his car again, muttering a curse word under his breath and saying something along the lines of 'I'll get back at you, Cameron' before speeding off into the night.

(Y/N) groans, rubbing her legs and turns to Rafe. She gasps, holding his face in her hands. "Oh my god! Your nose, Rafe!"

Rafe grunts, pushing her hands away. "I'm fine. It's just a nosebleed. You scraped your thighs!"

"Just the side of them," she mumbles, glancing at the ripped part of her used-to-be beautiful midnight blue dress. "Let me see your nose."

"No."

"Please."

He sighs and lets her examine his broken nose. His eyes are red, and (Y/N)'s sure there's some kind of a broken blood vessel in there, and there are bruises starting to form under his eyes.

To compare with her pain, Rafe is a hundred times worse.

"Jesus Christ, we have to get you to the hospital."

"No!" Rafe exclaims, pulling her hands away from his place. "No, please. I hate hospitals, you know I do. Let's just get home."

(Y/N) sighs, knowing there's no way she can win this fight against Rafe and helps him to his feet. She staggers backward, feeling the sudden pain coursing through her from the gash on her side.

"Oh god, you're losing so much blood."

"No, I'm not. I'm perfectly fine. It's just a scratch," she bites her lips.

"Let me carry you." he stops her.

"No! You're an idiot. If anything, I'm the one who's supposed to carry you," she rolls her eyes and turns to look at him again. "Rafe, you're crying blood. Let's get to the hospital."

"I'm not, I just drink too much red wine."

"It doesn't work that way. Please, Rafe? I'll be there with you the whole time."

Rafe sighs, and after a long time of thinking and weighing his options, he nods.

"If they start telling me to open my clothes, I'll head out. I will only remove my clothes from you tonight."

He can still joke around at a time like this?

(Y/N) bites her lips, "You will do exactly what the doctor says."

"You're my doctor," he shrugs. "Be my doctor?"

(Y/N) decides, with Rafe limping beside her, walking towards the hospital will be the stupidest idea ever. She orders an Uber, and before the driver can ask why they're booking to go to the hospital at 11p.m. on a Friday, he speeds away when he sees the sight of Rafe.

"It's not too late to just go home," Rafe mumbles against her neck. Her hair tickles his nose, but he likes it like that.

He feels safe. Protected.

"We're not sleeping in my apartment tonight."

"Can I still make love to you in the hospital?"

"We'll think about it."

(Y/N) pays the driver, muttering her thanks, and attends to a groaning Rafe again. One of his eyes is shut, and the other is fighting its best to stay awake.

The EMTs grab a wheelchair for Rafe as soon as she pulls him in through the automatic door, and when (Y/N) finally lets go of him, he shouts over the loud orders of the workers.

"She needs to stay with me or I'll die!"

One of the technicians looks at (Y/N), and she sighs. "I'm sorry. We got into a fight, and I think he's just not thinking straight right now."

She nods and asks (Y/N) to wait for him in the waiting room.

Half an hour later, with a coffee from the 24 hours cafeteria near the emergency room in her hands, the doctor finally calls for her attention. She stands up, her dress sticking to her bloody wound, and she winces from the pain.

"Why didn't you tell us!" the doctor sighs, pulling her into the same room he brought Rafe in. Rafe isn't in there, and (Y/N) can't help but search around.

"He's okay. He's sleeping. He's suffering from subconjunctival hemorrhage. It's nothing serious, really, but we decided to keep him under our watch for one day."

(Y/N) nods, slightly relieved, and let the doctor removes her skirt so he can take a better look at her wound.

He clicks his tongue, "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"Okay, (Y/N), we called for your boyfriend's parents and they'll be here in an hour. Do you have any parents I can contact?"

"I'm okay. I'm not suffering from any hemorrhage."

The doctor sighs, "I know. But you just confessed to being in a fight, so I have to get the parents involved. It's protocol."

Fuck.

(Y/N) mumbles out her brother's phone number, and she hopes against hope he's out with his friends and getting drunk so that she wouldn't have to face her family.

"Okay. Do you want to see your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. But yes, I want to see Rafe."

(Y/N) holds out his hands as she sits beside his sleeping form. She smiles, grazing her fingers across his soft skin as he breathes peacefully.

"I'm awake now."

She pulls her hands away, gasping slightly at his tired voice.

"Come on, hold me again."

She rolls her eyes, but her fingers are around his again. "We look so corny."

"I know. Wanna know something cornier?"

"What?"

"Take that thing out of my pocket. No, not that, that's my dick, (Y/N), my pocket, yes, yes, take that box out."

(Y/N) holds out the small box in her hands, letting the white light from above illuminate the box. Her face is still red at the mention of accidentally touching his private part, but she's more intrigued by the box now.

"Open it," he says softly.

(Y/N) hesitates, and pops the box open. She gasps, having a small diamond glinting back at her.

"Do you like it?"

"You did not, Rafe, oh my god."

"Wear it. Wait, fuck, I messed it up. Wait, wait, let me just-" he sighs, trying to sit up, but (Y/N) stops him midway. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?"

She looks up at him, her eyes teary now, because God, no one has ever done this to her.

"Would you?"

"Of course, asshole, even when you're asking me in the middle of your deathbed."

He smiles, "Okay. Now you can put the ring on."

She slides the ring on her ring finger, holding her hand up and admiring the way the ring compliments her hands.

She loves it. More than anything.

"Oh, and they called Ward and Rose. I'm sorry it's going to be your first time being my girlfriend and meeting them."

She laughs, leaning over him and placing a longing kiss on his lips. He kisses her back, feeling so much better now he can walk out of this hospital.

"You're like a princess. Nursing me back to health. None of these Harvard graduate doctors can compare to you."

"Urgh, shut up," she rolls her eyes. "Now you're pushing it."

-

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[shelvedsaints]

ABOUT TARYN || A crimson headache, an aching blush━ you’ll surrender to the touch and you’ll know.

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: Taryn Aldous Lynch

AGE: Twenty-Six

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis-female, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Sophie Cookson

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′8″

DATE OF BIRTH: December 28th

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Bachelor’s in Finance & Art with a Minor in Accounting, Business, and Marketing 

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: N/A

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist and Owner of Salt & Ink, Drug Dealer

HOMETOWN: Key West, FL

NEIGHBORHOOD: Newtown

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: DRUGS]

The Lynch Family has been in the pharmaceutical business for generations but it wasn’t until Kristoff Lynch took charge that the business became less than legitimate. BetterCorp of Salem, Maine was the front to a business dealing drugs illegally, and with major success.

This lead to a life of ease for Taryn and her sister, Taylor. The girls attended private school until their graduation, and had even been accepted to other prestigious colleges for their postsecondary education.

Their father was very concerned about having a legacy, and therefore after his first born son from a previous marriage being less than adequate and not entirely stable, he pressured his wife into having more children. However, he knew that the wait between having another child came from the trauma of their first son’s upbringing and that she felt inadequate as a mother.

He took care of the twins their first two years of life, stressing the importance of balance, math, and science from a young age. He was always very reserved, but did take the twins surfing quite often even if he had to yell at them to stop complaining about the cold. He wanted his children resilient and ruthless, and he would mold them as such. 

If you ever asked Taryn to draw her mother, a glass of wine and golden bangles would surely be included. Her mother didn’t drink much, but she always used hid behind a glass of wine to ease herself even though she sipped on it for hours. She was beautiful and cunning, a terrible cook but full of effort, and just as much of a snake in her husband’s ears as she collected secrets from others at parties as she was a trophy on his side.

However, she wasn’t a great mother. She was pressured by her husband to have another child for his legacy, and after the twins were born, she developed postpartum depression. She did not want to hold them, touch them, barely even feed them herself. The twins, in fact, spent more time with their father their first two years of life. Taylor needed her mother and easily won her favor while Taryn never truly developed a relationship with her as she was independent from a young age. It was easy to see that Taylor was her favorite. 

Taylor, in particular, had been more inclined to join their father’s business than Taryn. But alas, Taryn and her sister have always been inseparable and she has always been her sister’s keeper. Taylor was always the more outspoken of the twins, but it was her mouth that got her into just as much trouble as it did success. She had just as many enemies as she has had friends. Taryn spent most of her life not in her shadow, but BEING it in order to protect her from not only others, but from herself. Even if enemies came with the territory of dealing drugs, Taylor was testing her limits since the day she was born.

The girls were cut off from their parents fortune and told that they had to earn their way back into the will. When the girls attended a private college, the only thing that would be paid for them, the struggled slightly to acclimate to being in charge of their own fortunes. Taryn transitioned better than Taylor. Taylor immediately turned to selling drugs to get more money to satisfy her heavy spending habits. Taryn followed suit to keep an eye on her and they found that they were quite good at it. The girls then agreed to drop out to attend a local college and used the leftover money from their expensive tuitions to buy a building where they would launder the money.

They returned to their hometown, not far from their former school so they kept their clientele, and worked directly for their father and BetterCorp.

Taylor at first began dealing marijuana and shrooms in an attempt to show her father she knew the business well and was careful, and eventually upgraded to higher drugs. At first she threatened to go on her own, but his father eventually gave in.

Taryn, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the idea but involved herself solely to keep an eye on her sister. While Taylor was eager and excited to make enemies just as much as friends, Taron was reserved and skeptical of everyone. Taryn eventually combed through her sister’s methods to perfect it and gain their father’s trust together.

Like many identical twins, the Lynch girls had more differences than similarities. Taylor’s first impression was usually that she was a force to be reckoned with, fully aware of her influence and the taste it left in someone’s mouth. She thrived in a social setting and looked for friends with the same intention she did as looking for enemies. Taryn, on the other hand, was always reserved and lived as her shadow in order to protect her from her own antics and their consequences. However, Taryn never really minded. He had his own troubles that Taylor had to take into his own hands to make up for it. If the twins were trouble on their own, they had a whole different breed of power together. From their own hybrid of sign language to similar traumas, they were a force of nature.

PRESENT DAY [TW: DRUGS, CAR ACCIDENT]

Two years ago, business took a south turn. In an attack against competitors, a few dealers were killed. The crime rolled over into a major case. It was revealed that it was done in a retaliation against the movement of the company into the hands of the twins. In order to ease the strife, and avoid further scandal, Kristoff sent the girls down the coast but after Taryn suspected more strife, she made a more permanent move down the coast.

In the Keys, she bought the local tattoo shop on Duval Street and cleaned up its reputation. She put her few years of tattoo apprenticeship, her hobby, into use and eventually the store became a front for the drug dealer she failed to turn away from. She had kept a secret since she knew better than to get into the very business that had driven not only a wedge between the life they knew, but had gotten them into trouble. It didn’t last long though, even more so when it came to secrets against her sister, and eventually the Lynch twins were reunited.

While Taryn seems much quieter than her sister, she reserves her outbursts for different forms of aggravation. Most girls tend to internalize it, but she unleashes it in illegal underground fighting that leaves her tainted in black and blue more often than not, but also winnings that add to more finances she has to cover up. It is suspected that he was never the same after their brother’s girlfriend perrished in a car accident that seemed rigged by the enemies of BetterCorp, a hit meant to take out the next generation of the heads of the company. It was a hit that would have been more useful against the twins, and Taryn holds some guilt because of it. The crash took his girlfriend’s life, and scarred Taryn in the explosion as she had sent him off. She has some of the scars tattooed over but it is the primary detail that sets the girls apart from the tattoos.

HEAD CANONS

In elementary school, Taylor was diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED) which is a behavioral disorder. It took some time for Taryn to be diagnosed with it as it presented itself differently in both girls. While Taylor was constantly snapping and raising her voice as well as getting into physical altercations with his own friends, Taron seemed to solely take it out on his brother and it was easily written off as retaliation for many years. 

They dabbled in drug dealing in high school and used their different positions in their social settings to do it. They dealt schedule III drugs as well as coke. Taryn had the private school social scene, while Taylor reigned the public school setting.

 As for their disorder, the girls loved each other very much but they were each other’s weakness. One small comment set the other off, one on the floor in a choke hold and the other slamming them against the nearest piece of furniture. For Taryn in particular, she bottled up her feelings and her outbursts resulted in episodes so extreme that it became Taylor’s job to hold her sister back. Taron would go into full on fits and Taylor had taken responsibility of protecting her even from herself. Eventually the violence that satisfied this rage was fed into by illegal fighting.

Taylor’s vices, though, took a different form. When they began dealing, she started digging into their own supply. Taryn had been the one to revive her from an accidental overdose.

Due to another altercation in their youth, Taryn lost most of the hearing in her left ear. This was Taylor’s fault as in one fight she punched Taryn’s ear hard enough to shatter the small bones. Taron got her back, though, and ended up breaking Taylor’s wrist to the point that she needed surgery for the scaphoid fracture.

The older Lynch brother was never fit for BetterCorp and therefore the twins, youngest and girls, were viewed as the heirs but treated as henchmen for the company first and foremost. However, it didn’t mean that he was forgotten by the girls. They each take care of him and keep an eye on him and his erratic schedule, and always have even when they were encouraged to keep him at arm’s length. There is something off, but with their own poor self management skills, they have yet to identify what. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Clients (Salt & Ink and Dealing)

Co-workers

Sparring partners

Those who bet on her in underground fighting

[lovemesomesurveys]

“how the hell does a broken heart learn to mend itself?”

Would you ever like to own your own gym? No.

Do you listen to Christina Perri? If so, do you like her music? Jar of Hearts and A Thousand Years are a few of my favorites of hers. Oh, and Human. <<< Yeah, I liked those as well. I think those are the only ones I’m familiar with of hers. I haven’t listened to her music in a long time.

When was the last time you went to Wal-Mart? Back in March before the quarantine/lockdown and shit really hit the fan.

Which is worse: Runny nose or stuffy nose? Both are very annoying, but feeling like you can’t breathe is definitely the worst. 

Do you hate how people are quick to judge? i think we all have that tendency, some more than others. It can be an issue when you let that judgment form your whole opinion about a person without even knowing them. Except in extreme cases of course when it a quick judgment could be useful, like if you’re feeling uncomfortable or someone appears to be sketchy. 

Has anyone ever made you feel small? Yes.

Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Food to a homeless shelter would be more direct and immediate. When you donate money to a charity you don’t really know when or how it gets used, exactly. And it can take time to be sorted out and distributed. That being said, of course donating to charities is good and important and will help in the long run. I’m just saying, donating food to a homeless shelter would be something they could use immediately and benefit them directly. Does any of this make sense?

Can you tell when your best friend is lying? I think I’m typically pretty good at that.

Would you pay extra money for make up just to make you look prettier? Ha, all the makeup in the world didn’t make a difference for me. Still ugly. I stopped even bothering with it.

Do you like to look at license plates to see where people are from? I don’t pay much attention to that.

Are you more hungry or tired right now? I’m both. My sleep schedule continues to be weird. I fell asleep around 230AM until about 4AM and then fell asleep again shortly after that until like 7:45AM. Now it’s 8:46AM and here I am. Like wtf? And lately I’ve been having a bit more of an appetite, so I’ve been feeling hungrier earlier than usual and actually eating more than just dinner and my late bowl of ramen. My body is such a mess.

Do you follow your head or heart more? It’s a battle.

On a scale 1-10 how much do you like my surveys? I’m assuming the same person has made the last few I’ve done with this same kind of format, in which case they’ve been fine. 

Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything. 

Would you ever spend $2,000 on a dress? I can’t imagine ever spending that much on a dress. I don’t plan on getting married, but even if I did I’d find something a lot less expensive. 

“Reach out to you, touch my hand”

Have you ever made fresh dough? No.

When you were little, did you used to make cookies with your mom? Yeah.

Has anyone ever said "Say it, don't spray it" to you? lol yeah, when I was a kid.

What is your least favorite type of person? Arrogant, cocky, close minded people.

True or False : Superman is your favorite super hero. False.

Have you ever drank Silk milk? Yeah. Well, I don’t drink it directly (or any kind of milk for that matter, ew), but I use soy in coffee drinks, cereal, or to dunk cookies or brownies or something. I tend to use vanilla almond milk more often, though.

What color is your camera? I use the camera on my phone, which is a coral iPhone XR.

When you create a survey, do you usually make the title lyrics? I don’t create surveys.

Do you play Cityville, Farmville or Frontierville on Facebook? Nope. Never got into any of those.

Do you tend to complain when its to hot out? Ugh, yes. I’m miserable when it’s hot and everyone knows it lol.

Flip flops or tennis shoes? Tennis shoes. I never wear flip flops or any kind of sandal or open toed shoe.

Do you like your fingernails long or short? They’re always barely there cause I’ve had this horrible habit all my life. Well, with the exception of the very few times I managed to stop and let them grow a decent length. Never lasted long, though.

Have you made anyone laugh today? I haven’t interacted with anyone yet today.

Would you like to go to South America? Sure.

Have you ever read Time magazine? I think so.

“Tonight we’re going to dance on the edge of the Hollywood sign”

Do you use the gel, spray or powdered deodorant? I think it’s called a solid.

Do you own a pearl necklace? No. I used to, but it broke. 

Do you know anyone named Julie? No.

What's your favorite candle scent? I love the autumn scented ones.

Does anyone you know own a motorcycle? Yes.

How many different languages can you say “hello” in? Just a few. I don’t feel like thinking about how many different ones right now.

Do you like Train’s music? Yeah. 

Have you ever accidentally clicked on an ad on the side of your screen? Yeah, back in the day when ads were annoying and popped up all the time. I haven’t had that issue in years.

Do you like dark or light pop/soda better? My favorite sodas are Coke and Dr. Pepper, which happen to be dark.

Have you ever been told you were a good dance? No.

Do you own one of those small, battery powered fans? I do.

When you sleep, do you like it complete silence or do you like sound? I need some sound and light, hence why I sleep with the TV on. I have it completely quiet or dark.

Was it cloudy today or clear sky? It’s supposed to be clear skies. Do you like the show Seinfiled or Friends? I never got into either one.

Would you rather have bad breath or body odor? Ew.

“I’m gonna sleep in my Snuggie tonight.”

Have you ever ridden in a hot air balloon? Noooo. I never would.

Do you hate it when people get obsessed with their boyfriend/girlfriend? I had friends who obsessively talked about their significant others and it did get quite annoying, not gonna lie.

Have you ever been to Nevada? Yes.

Are you dating the boy/girl of your dreams? I’m single.

Do you watch Glee? No, I never got into it.

Do you like coffee? I love coffee. Duh.

Do you like applesauce? Yeah. Wow, I don’t recall the last time I had any, though.

When was the last time you had a nightmare? It’s been awhile, thankfully.

Have you ever had a manicure? Once. It was for my 8th grade promotion.

Do you like graphic tees? Ha, my whole wardrobe is graphic tees. And leggings.

Are you the type of person who is always yelling? Not at all.

Do you like Willow or Jaden Smith better? I don’t have any feelings about either one.

Is anything making you mad right now? No.

Name one thing you've NEVER done but want to: Go to Hawaii.

Ever seen the movie Shark Tale? I know of it, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.

“No matter what, I’ll never stop loving you”

Do you like Italian food? I love it.

Which would you rather have: drama or no friends? I have no friends now and I’m honestly okay with it.

Do you own a black necklace? No.

Would you rather have white & crooked teeth or straight teeth that are yellow? How ‘bout straight and white teeth.

How many notifications do you have on Facebook right now? Zero.

Do you smile or laugh more? Uhh I don’t know.

Have you ever tried Nutella? Yes, and I don’t like it. <<< Saaame. I don’t get the hype.

What age did you stop watching Spongebob? I was never really into it, I just caught some episodes because my younger brother loved it as a kid.

Have you ever seen the show Boy Meets World? Yeah, I’ve seen the entire series numerous times. It’ll always be a favorite.

Have you received bad news within the past week? No. 

What's your favorite color of highlighter? Yellow or orange is fine.

Do you celebrate the 4th of July? I mean, we go outside to my front yard and watch fireworks lol that’s about it.

Are you better at Math or Social Studies? Social studies. Math and I were always enemies.

Do you like the name Lindsey? Sure.

Do you have a teacher that your close to? Not anymore, but yeah I had a couple.

“We’ll go down just like Titanic”

When you eat, do you always use a napkin? Yes.

On a scale 1-10 how much do you like hot dogs? It’s one of those weird things that I have to be in the mood for, which is very, very rare. It’s not something I ever crave. I haven’t even had one in years. Although, a Costco hotdog is pretty delicious.

Have you ever been on a cruise ship? Nope.

Is your phone a flip, sliding or touch? It’s a touch-screen - most phones are nowadays. <<<

Are you okay right now? I don’t feel well.

Do you own a blue dress? No.

When you look at the person you like, does it seem like its only you two? I don’t currently like anyone in that way.

Do you like pizza crust with cheese in it? It’s good, but it’s not something I tend to get.

Do you like copy paper or lined paper better? Lined paper. 

Are you listening to music? Nope.

Have you ever gone swimming in the moonlight? Nope.

Is it AM or PM right now? It’s AM.

Who is your cell phone carrier? Verizon.

Do you hate public speaking? Haaaaaate. So glad I don’t have to do speeches or presentations for school anymore. It never got any easier, it was always super anxiety inducing and dreadful for me.

Have you ever been in a band? No.

“We can go to the alligator sky”

Are you more of a follower or leader? I definitely don’t see myself as a leader.

Would you rather: write a 10 page short story or do public speaking? The 10 page paper. 

Did you eat any type of fruit today? No. It’s been awhile since I’ve had any fruit. :X

Do you enjoy bowling? Nah.

Do you like the smell of rain? Yesss.

Have you ever seen or been in quicksand? No.

Do you want to get married in a church or somewhere else? I don’t want to get married.

Have you ever played hard to get? No. I’m just hard to want.

Do you go to the fair during the summer? No.

Are more mean or nice? I’m not a mean person.

Do you go tanning? I don’t ever “go” tanning, but it happens when I go to the beach. 

Can you speak Spanish? Not fluently, but yes.

Is it hard for your to compliment people? Only because I’m just shy and awkward.

Are you a goodie goodie or a bad person? I was always the goodie-goodie.

Would you rather visit Chicago or New York City? New York City.

[whitewallwhispers]

Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Her latest target is a D.E.A. Agent named Javier Peña. But she’s already losing her focus.

A little less plot this time, but things are ramping up in the next chapters.

Warnings: Drug use (cocaine), strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun), smut - oral sex (male receiving), rough sex (handcuffs, hair pulling), unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), daddy kink

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

This is kind of a dumb note but I feel the need to clarify that this smut is completely aimed at Peña - I love Pedro but in a completely different, non-sexual way. It’s a credit to his acting skills that he can make me want to fuck nearly every character he plays when IRL I just want to be his best friend.

She raked up her third line of the evening with vigor, veins already pulsing with the intensity only good blow could provide. Tossing her dollar into the drawer, she returned her attention to her pages of notes, eyeing them carefully as she prepared the next segment of prose.

Currently in the story she was writing, the main character was trying to blend into a cartel deal, shifting coke away from the international trade and into the local market. She knew it happened on the regular. How else would she get her supply? The low-tier cartel member she’d fucked for information had told her he took cuts every now and then, thinking since she was foreign she wouldn’t be able to put the information into superior hands.

So far, he was right. And even if she did manage to score a connection higher up on the chain, she wasn’t about to snitch on her own supply.

Was it too soon for a fourth go around?

Fuck it.

She licked her finger and began padding it along her last line, rubbing it into her gums with vigor.

Much better.

There was something romantic about snorting, maybe it was because it was what Hollywood told you everyone did.

But rubbing it into the gums let your high last longer. Not by much, but still. It counted.

In no time she had decimated her final ticket to a high into a sparse assemblage of powder. But she quickly swiped that up too, unwilling to let anything go to waste. This shit was expensive, and while her parents provided most of her income, she felt obliged to use the money she made pretending to be a whore to pay for her illicit substances.

Was she pretending anymore, though?

Three times she’d taken cash in exchange for a fuck.

The barely-even-cartel member. The barely-even-police officer. The very much certified D.E.A. agent.

Maybe all of her interviews and research into the life of prostitutes had rubbed off on her more than she’d anticipated.

She’d just finally licked up all the coke she’d laid out when there was a sudden, sharp and firm rap at her door. With shaking hands she shoved her notes and manuscript into the drawer.

“Who’s there?” she called out anxiously, rising from her crouched position over her nightstand to place herself firmly between her door and the rest of her apartment.

“Me,” came a muffled voice through the thick wood.

She couldn’t make it out quite yet.

She approached the door slowly, undoing the two deadbolts and the lock on her handle, ensuring the chain was still in place before she cracked the door open just a peek.

To her immense surprise, it was Peña. She immediately closed the door and undid her chain, whipping the door open as soon as she could

“Javi?” she asked, unsure.

Instinctually, she wiped her nose.

Please, God, don’t let there be a trace of it on me.

She didn’t know what he’d do if he found out she was partaking in the exact thing he was trying to eradicate, but she also didn’t want to find out.

Thankfully he didn’t even seem to look at her. Instead, he lept on her, kissing her intensely before she could even process what was happening. He pushed his way into her apartment, his hands coming to wrap around her jaw as he pushed his tongue into her mouth before she could take a moment to think about what was occuring.

“The locks,” she breathed, pulling herself away from him with some effort.

“Fuck it,” he answered, “I have a gun. Let them try.”

He kicked the door shut without breaking his hold on her.

She couldn’t formulate a response before he was on her again, lips and tongue ravaging her as his hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips so hard it hurt, pushing her backwards into her apartment towards the bed.

Always ask for payment up front.

His words had stuck with her, and she hoped that if she expressed them now she’d receive some sort of approval.

With some effort she pulled her lips away from his. “How ‘bout that $200?”

“You’re learning,” he whispered. He shoved her back a bit, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. Without looking at her he pulled a stack of bills out and threw it on her bedside table. Behind it came a pack of cigarettes, his badge, his wallet, and his gun.

The last one made her gulp.

If he knew what she’d been doing a moment ago, what was currently making its way through her veins, would he hold it on her?

Keep it to her temple as he took her into custody?

Thankfully she’d removed every trace of the cocaine from her bedside table. There was no way he could know what had been strewn across it moments ago.

As if he’d have time to examine it. As soon as his belongings were removed from his pockets he pushed her roughly onto her bed, undoing his belt as he loomed over her.

“On your knees. You know what to say.”

“Yes, daddy,” she answered, sitting up from where he’d thrown her to get on her knees before him.

Once again his cock was pulled out without the constraint of boxers or briefs, but much to her surprise, it was already hard.

They had been kissing maybe a minute max, but he was already ready for more.

A compliment? She decided to take it as such.

Given last time, she immediately focused on relaxing her throat, even as she merely swirled her tongue around his tip and took half his length with her mouth, her hand pumping in time along the upper end of his shaft.

His hands reached for her head and gripped her hair harder this time. He didn’t guide her along his member like he did before. Instead he held her firmly in place, thrusting into her faster than she’d been expecting.

Before she could adjust she gagged, her hands holding the back of his knees for leverage.

“Sorry,” he groaned. “I can’t help it, you just feel so good.”

Relax, she practically screamed internally. She did her best, and the next time he pushed into her she managed it better. She still couldn’t help the way her fingers began to dig into his jeans, the way tears spilled from her eyes, the way she could barely focus on what her tongue was doing. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe all he needed was to fuck her mouth like he did her pussy. Maybe that was enough.

It seemed to be. He was already out of breath, groaning each time he dove into her.

She closed her eyes, entirely focused on relaxing her throat, tears leaking even though she’d hoped to stop them. Her high finally started to kick in, and boy did it help. Everything seemed easier. She couldn’t feel her lips or her tongue anymore, and her throat was soon to follow.  

She couldn’t tell how long it’d been when he finally pulled all the way out of her. She coughed, spit involuntarily dripping down her chin. She tried to wipe it away before he could see, but no such luck. Instead he gripped her face hard in one hand and tilted her head up to look at him. With his other hand he gently wiped the saliva away, his face strangely serene.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, hands now gripping her forearms and pulling to her feet.

With deft fingers he unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them towards the floor, lifting her shirt above her head and undoing her bra with ease. She hadn’t thought to wear cute underwear, but he thrust them to the ground without second thought.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “Hands above your head.”

She did as he asked, watching as he took off his own clothes. She would’ve been nervous, but the coke was really pumping through her now and she was ready for anything. He pulled one last thing out of his pockets before dropping his jeans to the floor - handcuffs.

“Is this okay?” he asked, holding them up and leveling her with a serious gaze.

“If we have a safe word…?”

She’d never done anything even remotely kinky. The idea of diving right in made her gulp, despite the drugs. The fact that she’d been thinking about what he’d do if he knew about her coke habit didn’t help matters.

“Berlin,” he answered with a smirk.

That put her at ease a bit. He’d remembered something about her.

The momentary pleasure she’d derived in that moment became complicated as he came on top of her, legs parting hers so he was between her, member barely brushing against her stomach as he expertly undid the cuffs and slid them around her wrists.

The metal was cold and uninviting. He crossed her arms and tightened the cuffs until they were pushing into her skin. They were sure to leave marks.

“You do as I say,” he breathed, his hands finding her breasts and circling her nipples slowly. Now he knew it drove her mad - and she involuntarily leaned up to lodge herself more firmly in his grip. Her high demanded it.

“Anything for you, daddy,”

His hands gripped the underside of her thighs and ripped them apart. One came to guide his cock as he led it up and down her slit.

“You’re already wet,” he noted darkly. “I was gonna eat you out if you weren’t. But since you’re already there…”

Luckily, she braced herself. He pushed into her all the way, immediately bottoming out. His hands came to her hips and gripped her tightly as he thrust himself as far as he could again, and again, and again. To his credit, he was going slowly, but still. She wasn’t used to it. He probably assumed she’d had other clients in the days that had passed since she’d last seen him, but obviously that hadn’t been the case.

She wished with everything in her that she could grab onto him in return, raking her fingernails across his back and chest to hopefully give back some of the pain he was giving her, but her arms were trapped, useless, above her head. Even then, though, it wasn’t worth calling ‘Berlin’ over.

Already a warmth was growing in her pelvis, almost thriving on the way her core felt like it was splitting in two, gaining strength from the way his thumbs were most certainly bruising her hip bones. Whether it was the coke or the way she couldn’t stand how beautiful his face looked, slightly contorted, focused only on fucking her, she had no idea.

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned at last, trying to goad him on, “please, daddy.”

He picked up his pace almost instantly. She threw her head back, hands curling into fists as she wished with all her might that she could punish him for the way he was plowing into her.

“Who do you belong to?” he huffed, faltering slightly in his thrusts.

“You.”

“What was that?” came the sharp reply.

“You, daddy.” Her voice was breathless and only somewhat insincere. She certainly hadn’t thought of fucking anyone else since him, not even her fictional or celebtrity crushes that usually filled her head when she was sad and alone. But he was still, ultimately, a source of information. Sure, they had to fuck a few more times before he trusted her, but that’s what she really wanted. Material.

Right?

“Flip over,” he ordered, pulling out of her so suddenly she shivered at the lack of touch. Still, she obliged, trying her best to get on all fours. Surprisingly, he didn’t push her down this time. Instead, after a very brief exploration of her sex, he began slamming into her once more, fingers only further bruising the sensitive skin atop her hip bones.

It was easier to let her head hang down, but he wasn’t having it. One of his hands left her hips to grip onto her hair again, yanking until her back was arched and her eyes were locked on the ceiling as he continued to slam against her.

She was on her elbows, hands useless before her. She let her eyes roll back in her head as she focused on the pressure building in her core.

Unexpectedly, his other hand left her hip to slide beneath her, middle finger briefly searching before finding her clit, fingertip rolling against it in quick circles.

A little moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” came her loyal response.

“My name, now.”

“Yes, Javi.”

“I won’t stop until you cum.”

To be honest, it wouldn’t be long now, not with the added stimulation.

Now she was familiar with the heat growing within her, and the coke that also pulsed through her veins only heightened it. It was mere moments before she felt herself pulsing around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting quicker.

The rest didn’t take long to follow. The burst of heat from her core. The way her limbs trembled through it. The way his continued stimulation made tears prick behind her eyes.

Though she’d been expecting one more position, he began to moan in earnest and soon after he pulled out. She felt him cum on her, hot and sticky, pooling in the crevices of her back before running down her ass.

He fell beside her with a groan, instantly reaching for his cigarettes and lighting one.

She remained on all fours awkwardly, not wanting to make a mess by moving.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he muttered after taking a puff. He was up, and she could hear him shrug into his jeans as he made his way to the bathroom. “I don’t trust you with my cigarette this time.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hurry up,” was her only response. “I don’t have glitter on my face this time, so you have no excuse to linger.”

“Fair enough, fair enough.” His voice was already growing closer, and soon she felt the soft fabric of her hand towel running across her back and below. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he made quick work of cleaning her off. “Flip over,” he murmured.

She did.

After tossing the towel to the side he reached for the cuffs and undid them slowly, shrugging them off of her gently. Her wrists felt like they were on fire. He laid down beside her, tossing the cuffs to the side but keeping his hands on her.

“Lay down. Come here.”

She did as instructed, her legs thanking her for the rest as she laid on her side to face him. He began to gently massage her wrists, rough fingers surprisingly soft in their movements as he rubbed the sore skin. He paused only to remove his cigarette from his mouth every few moments, working silently until she felt her eyes drooping with exhaustion.

“You have to lock the door after me,” he murmured.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded sleepily.

He put his cigarette out and let her hands go for good. They flopped uselessly onto the bed where he’d been laying. He stood, and she could faintly make out the sound of him shoving his belongings into his pockets.

“Come on now,” he whispered, shaking her shoulder lightly.

Her eyes opened reluctantly. She was so fucked out she could barely think straight.

He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’ll try not to show up unannounced next time.”

“Whatever works for you,” she muttered.

“Let’s go.” He took her by the wrists again, only to pull her to her feet. “Lock the door behind me.”

She nodded sleepily and shuffled after him as he left her apartment.

“See you soon.” He kissed her once more before shutting the door behind him.

Absentmindedly she turned all the locks and strung the chain back in place.

It had been a long time since she felt this tired. It took all her energy to make her way back to her bed and crawl under the covers. Her high had left and her body was aching from everything that had happened before. It wasn’t long before she was drifting off.

[sorryimviolet]

Bad Habits

Summary: What was supposed to be a short and simple drug run, took an unexpected turn in the most sinful and dirtiest ways possible.

Warning: dom/sub situation, degradation, bondage, drugs, sex under-the-influence, cursing, light bloodplay, various kinks, and occasional spelling/grammar mistakes. 

The characters in this work are over the age of 18.

Authors Note: A concept and gross personal ditty that I’ve been trying to conduct for a long ass time. Special thanks to @slinksterbill for hitting me with the inspiration train to actually write it down. So here! Have my pent up tension and brain filth! And as always, any form of constructive criticism is appreciated! Love and hugs, -Vi.

It was Spring Break for most, which meant all of the college kids came out, meaning more business for me. The dramatic increase in raves and festivals during this time made it easy for me to sell at any given place or time. Mainly just hookups for phychadellics or weed, nothing too hard.

Roman Godfrey had reached out to my service for his usual location and order, and that’s where I stand, in the alley of a popular rave club, smoking as I wait for the wealthy prick who is 15 minutes late.

Soon after I finish my joint, he pulls up in his red Jaguar XK150, and parks it at my feet. 

“You’re late.” I shoot a dark glare at him, words caked with bitterness. 

“I had shit to do,” Roman says, turning the ignition off and exiting the car, “it’s not like you have anywhere to be.” He punctuates his sentence with a shitty look and a light of an expensive cigarette.

“Do you want your shit or not?” I spit at him, annoyed by his remarks. 

Roman looks at me with a cocky smirk on his face before turning his head and blowing smoke into the light wind. 

His neglect of an answer I take as a green light to hand him the bag with a few ounces of coke and weed inside. He hangs the cigarette between his lips and looks inside the brown paper bag. 

“Not what I fucking ordered.” Roman says handing the bag back to me and taking a long drag off his cigarette. 

“The text says your usual.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Then you’ll have to wait, I have more customers tonight and I don’t want to deal with your petty bullshit. You’ll either pay me or not.”

Roman glares at me once again, turning the thought over a few times in his head, and finally after a while of pondering, he speaks, “How about you get my shit and I follow you to your shop, and I’ll pay you double what it’s worth for the trouble.”

I am baffled by his offer, but I couldn’t deny making twice as much money for one job.

“Fine. Now what do you want?” I roll my eyes.

“Four tabs of molly and twice of what’s in the bag.” Roman says, finishing his cigarette and putting the butt out with his boot.

“Whatever,” I sigh, beginning the walk back to my car, a sleek black Pontiac G6. I mentally scold myself for giving him so much leeway, if it was any other customer I would’ve told them to go fuck themselves so why is he any different?

When I made it to my apartment, I unlocked the door and immediately went to the back to get what he wanted. I heard his footsteps come through the entrance and close the door behind him, and come down the hallway to approach the room I was in. I can hear the floorboards creak under his weight with each step he takes up until he comes into the room I am in.

I opened my safe and got the cocaine, molly, and weed, and took no time putting everything in their own bags, weighing everything carefully and then handing him his drugs. 

“Money, now.” I demand, when he gives everything a once over. 

Roman gives me the money without a word and I count it and place it in the safe and lock it up. I turn to him and usher him out, and he walks down the hallway taking long strides before setting the bag on the table. 

I open the front door, staring at him expectantly, “You got what you wanted bitch boy, now go.”

“Juliet, at least do a line with me,” Roman says while closing the door, and I feel a whole new rush of irritation and annoyance for the six-foot-four Godfrey.

“If it gets you to fucking leave.” I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them, giving into him once again. 

Roman opens the paper bag, and carefully lays out the coke, pulls his credit card from his wallet to cut it, and in a sarcastic manner, asks me to do the honors. 

I accept the challenge, snorting the whole line laid out before me, feeling the immediate rush of euphoria going through my system. 

As soon as I step back, he cuts a second line and does the same as I did, in its entirety, before handing me a tab and I shoot him a death glare.

“This was your fucking plan? To drug me out to fuck me? Really? To be crystal fucking clear Godfrey, I’m your dealer. My tolerance is way the fuck higher than yours.”

Roman leans in close to my face, his hot breath in my ear, “Why don’t you prove it then?” 

“I don’t fuck my clients.” I retort, popping the pill in my mouth.

“We’ll see about that.” Roman says with a shit eating grin on his face, and sets up another line. I observe him as he snorts it, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw goes slack for a few seconds. 

I jump up on the kitchen counter, and he faces me, hazy eyed and out of it. Roman spreads my legs and rubs them up and down with the flat of his palms. 

“I’m not-“ I begin to say right before he interrupts me mid sentence with a deep kiss. I am caught off guard, and try to push him off of me, but after a few seconds I accept defeat. I begin to kiss him back and one of his hands creep around to the base of my back, pushing me closer to him. I soon become enthralled in the way he drags his lips over mine and the more our bodies intertwine the more heated the kiss became. 

Whether it be the drugs or a secret fascination with the oldest Godfrey, I forget all about how much he irritates me and instead focus about how good it feels to be kissing him and having his hands roam my body. One of his hands go underneath my shirt to cup the swell of my breast and I devise a plan in my head, accepting the fact that I’m probably going to have sex with him. 

Roman soon breaks the kiss and asks if I’d do another line with him, as he rids me of my shirt. 

I take a second to admire his handsome features, I had never really bothered to look at him so intently up until now, knowing that he was nothing but an asshole-on a good day. His sharp jawline under gaunt cheekbones, beautiful plush lips and a nose turned up at just the right angle. Roman’s eyes are like two emerald green grassy fields in the middle of spring, and his hair a luscious dark brown. I suddenly understood all at once why almost every girl in Hemlock Grove wanted to get with him; whether it be for his charming looks or his seemingly endless bank account, almost no one said no to him or his family.

I hop off the counter and he cuts another line for me, and I happily, -possibly too happily oblige. 

After two more lines of coke, an ounce of weed smoked, and Roman and I taking a few shots of Vodka, we find our way to my bedroom. The molly has long since kicked in, and I was feeling elated and hazy and my mind went back to the plan I had made not 45 minutes earlier. 

“You got a bathroom?” Roman blurts to break the silence after a minute of standing in my lofty bedroom. 

“Just down the hall, to the left.” I reply, thankful for the circumstances. 

“Be back in a minute.” Roman leaves the room with an over-exaggerated wink and I immediately go for my drawer of sex-related toys and supplies. I quickly grab the heavy duty handcuffs and shove them in the back pockets of my jeans. I definitely wasn’t joking when I told him I was going to make him my bitch. By the time I close the drawer and walk back to where I stood a few moments earlier, Roman is already walking back down the hallway. 

When he sees me, he smirks, eyes lazily dropping to my chest. The sexual tension in the room is extremely evident, even though we usually can’t stand each other. 

I walk up to him, and take his hand, leading him to the bed. 

Roman sits down on the duvet and I duck down to catch him in a needy kiss and rid him of his shirt, taking time after to admire his masculine figure. 

“God I fucking hate you.” I say, the words leaving my lips instantaneously as they appear in my brain. His hand goes to the side of my face and he kisses me feverishly, as if my degradations were fueling his sexual appetite. 

Roman guides me onto his lap, and I wrap my fingers in his hair and yank back, separating the kiss. 

“Just look at you, so needy. I bet you don’t let other girls call you names and treat you this way, what makes me so special, huh?” I say, words coming out in a modulated tone. 

Roman licks his lips and sighs through his nose, my words sending heat straight to his groin. 

“You’re just a bad boy with mommy issues aren’t you.” I say at the lack of reply, it’s less of a question and more like a statement. His hair feels like silk between my fingers, satin waves in a sea of strands. The clothes covering my skin feel so wonderful and soft, and the jewelry around my neck feels cold but satisfying. 

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me, slut?” Roman says blatantly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice as his hands settle on my hips.

“I’m going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you, Godfrey.” I retaliate, no doubt frustrating him further. I then swiftly grab his hands and with greater-than-human strength cuff them each to the metal railing of my bed. 

“What the fuck!? Juliet STOP. Uncuff me right the fuck now!” Roman yells, meeting my eyes and yanking on the cuffs. Blood drips from his nose but nothing happens. He almost looks surprised at the lack of compliance from me. 

I laugh at the irony in the situation, the rich fuckboy that is used to getting everything he wants is cuffed to my bed, with a fully hard cock already in his pants. Even he couldn’t deny his arousal of being tied up. 

Roman gawks at me in confusion and makes another attempt to use his mind control, and yet, I stay still. “What the fuck? You’re-“

I laugh at him again as more blood comes from his nose, in a greater volume this time. “I know an Upir when I see one.” 

“Are you?” Roman speaks, but seems to have a loss of words.

“Yeah, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for you to figure that out.” 

His frustration is extremely evident, but he seems to relax his biceps a little, the rest of his body still rigid and stiff, his muscles shifting with each breath, showing his discomfort with the situation. “I hope you realize that as soon as I get out of these you’re not going to be able to walk, and I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Sure you are, bitch boy.” I say smugly, his threats not effecting me at all.  

I unbutton my pants and shimmy them down my legs, and then my bra is next to go. Roman glances to my breasts and has a pained expression at the strain of the pants against his cock, “T-take them off, now.” 

I can’t tell if he was trying to persuade me to help him out of his pants or for me to remove my excuse for underwear, so I fiddle with the straps of them, hooking my thumbs underneath the thin material. 

“Only if you ask nicely, or maybe I’ll just make you keep them on while you watch me get myself off, hm?” I taunt him, knowing I’ll break him soon enough and he will get desperate and do whatever I ask eventually.

“Juliet. Take. Them. Off.” Roman says, still enraged that I won’t listen to him. 

“I guess bad boys never learn....” I reply while I cross the room, grabbing a vibrator from my nightstand. 

“Fine! Please, miss. Please take them off of me.” He pleads through perfect teeth, accepting defeat. Maybe private humiliation isn’t the worst of things that could happen.

“Good boy.” I flash a sadistic grin, before running my hands down his body, stopping at the zipper of his slacks. I study his expression as I pull it down and help him become free of the confines of his clothing. Roman lets out a satisfying gasp when I cup his bulge, rubbing up and down his length over his boxers, already starting to leak precum on the front of them.

“Mm, look at you, already soaking wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” I say, his breath catching in his throat when I pull down the elastic of his boxers and his cock stands at attention. 

“Why are you so hard baby? Did mommy’s words excite you?” I say, eyes trained on his manhood, “What would you like me to do baby boy?” I flash the fakest smile I could muster, inching my fingers up his muscular thighs, coming dangerously close to his aching cock.

“I want you to uncuff me.” Roman says, his words not at all matching his body. 

“You have to play by my rules bad boy, if you want out of those cuffs.” 

I hear a huff of disapproval until I grab ahold of him and swirl my tongue over the head of his cock, making direct eye contact with him. 

“I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to ride me until I come in that pussy.”

“Oh, and you’re assuming I’ll let you come, is that right? Because I don’t remember saying anything about that, you’ve been a naughty boy, and I don’t think naughty boys get to come.” I smirk and stroke him again, and the effects of the cocaine in his system making all of his senses heightened, causing him to mewl and moan as I pleasure him, the euphoria overwhelming him even though all it is is a simple handjob. I lick from the base of him all the way to the tip and hum as I envelope my lips around him, bobbing my head up and down. Watching him was as entertaining as I thought it would be, seeing him coming undone in such a vulnerable state, watching his eyelids flutter and his face contort with pleasure. I suck as much as I can down my throat and use my hand to jerk the rest into my mouth while I massage his balls with my other hand. I occasionally come up for air and suck at his head, while maintaining eye contact to drive him crazy, and when I go back down on him again he slightly bucks his hips. The faster I go, the louder his pants and grunts become, and as soon as I feel that he’s about to come, I pull away and leave him on the edge.

“What the fuck? Let me finish.” Roman demands, his cheeks flushed pink and I try to keep in a laugh. 

“I told you, bad boys don’t get to come.” I say, crawling up the bed to get closer to his face. I lick and bite his ear, “Unless you’ll beg me... So what will it be Roman?”

He lets out a sigh and silently admits to himself that he’ll have to suck it up just this once, “Fine, please Mommy let me come, I need to- so badly.”

“Keep going.” I let my hand drift down his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin in contrast to the duvet. 

“I’ve been a bad boy, but I’ll be good I promise. Let me come please.” He feigns innocence and it hits me hard, I was planning on torturing him further but I quickly change my mind.

“Good boy,” I kiss his cheek and remove my panties, and when he sees my pussy his face lights up, as if the humiliation was worth every bit. I straddle him and position him at my entrance, sinking down on him one inch at a time. 

“Fuck your pussy is so tight, feels so good around me.” Roman breathes, bucking up into me when I am fully seated on him. The feeling of him is so satisfying I feel as if I am on cloud nine, his girthy cock stretching my walls in such a heavenly way. I place my hands on his broad chest and move my hips to meet every upward thrust of his own. My heartbeat quickens with the overwhelming pleasure from the man before me, the drugs hitting their peak just before my hard downfall. 

“Mmm, you’re such a bad boy, I bet you like getting tied up like this don’t you?”

“Yes mommy, teach me how to behave.” When he utters those words I moan and bite down hard on my tongue, enough to draw blood and lean in to kiss him. Roman’s hips jerk up harder and as our tongues intertwine I choke him slightly, putting enough pressure to have the feeling of being choked without cutting off too much airflow. 

“Tell me I’m ugly.” Roman says lowly when I pull away, his pupils dilated out of proportion. 

“You’re ugly.” I moan as I lean in for another kiss, and he pistons his hips up harder hitting my g-spot every time. I moan into the kiss and I hear a whimper leave his lips.

“I-I’m close, mommy please make me come, I need it. I promise I’ll be a good boy.” Roman pleads, his lips hanging open and his eyes losing focus as he looks at where we are connected at the waist. I let out a loud moan at his words and clench down hard on him, losing grasp of all sense of my surroundings, the feeling of his large cock too much to bear. 

“Come for me Roman.” I manage to say right before the orgasm rips through my body, the high taking over as he helps fuck me through the aftershocks, coaxing every bit of what I have out of me. 

“Fuck!” Roman yells as he feels me come around him, the sensation overwhelming him and causing him to have an orgasm of his own and I ride it out as I feel him release inside of me. 

I slowly slide off of him, making a show of his cum dripping out of me, and he speaks with a slight rasp in his voice, “Can I take these off now?” 

I move off of the bed, and dig around in my nightstand drawer for the keys, and when I locate them, I unlock them one at a time. Roman grabs me and pulls me under him, so fast it makes my head spin. He kisses me from my lips to my breast, latching on my nipple like a starving infant and I tread my fingers through his hair. Roman massages the other with his hand, and rubs my clit with the other. He soon detaches himself from my boob and binds my hands together above my head with one of the cuffs, and smirks at me. 

“Bad girl,” Roman says while landing a rough smack to one of my breasts. The pain causes arousal to bloom throughout my body, aching between my legs. 

“You treat all your customers this way?” He says and lands a few more and then does the same to my other, until they’re both stinging and red. Roman reaches for the wand vibrator I abandoned on top of the nightstand, and turns it on the second speed, applying it to my clit. The sensation alone causes me to nearly come right then because of the sensitivity of my previous orgasm and the drugs that have yet to wear off. 

“Just look at you, so wet for me.” Roman says and I release a heavy moan as he applies more pressure to my over sensitive bundle of nerves. 

He holds my legs open and enters me quickly, thrusting his hips at a fast pace, keeping the vibrator on the same spot. 

“Not much for foreplay are you?” I manage to say in between moans, and he uses his free hand to shove his fingers in my mouth. 

“Shut your whore mouth, I can feel every twitch and throb in that tiny pussy. You like it when Daddy fucks his big cock into you? Yeah? Oh my God, you really like that. You love that Daddy bullshit because you’re a fucking slutty little girl, aren’t you? Don’t answer me with your voice. Suck on those fingers, make it worth my while.” 

I suck his fingers as he pounds into me, my breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. I make direct eye contact with him as I deep throat his long fingers. Although it was only minutes ago when the position was reversed. 

“Fuck, that’s right, take it.” Roman says after a particularly deep thrust, and I almost let out a scream. 

All of the pleasure is overwhelming, it’s hard for me to have a single coherent thought as he fucks me open. 

“I don’t know how long I can last, you’re still so fucking tight.” 

I hook my legs behind him and he takes his fingers out of my mouth and lands a slap across my cheek. I moan and he chokes me, losing himself in the moment, but I feel the same way as well. I lose all control as my body convulses around him. I come so hard I see stars, I start to fear I might pass out because of how fast my heart is beating. 

Roman discards the vibrator after I come and uses all of his strength to grab my hips and thrust as hard as he can. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and when he bites down on my trapezius, his eyes roll back into his head teeth sinking into my flesh. He growls into my neck, sucking the blood from the wound he has created, the waves of pleasure overwhelming my senses. When he releases my throat, his mouth is covered in blood, dripping down his chin. I start to worry that my injury might be more serious than it had felt, the fear rushing throughout my body, only serving to grip tightly around his cock just before he comes inside of me yet again. 

He grabs the key and unlocks my cuffs, before lying down beside me and letting out a yawn. He nuzzles his nose in my hair, and takes a deep breath in as we cuddle. 

By the morning, all of his things are gone and there isn’t a trace of him left behind, except a note on the kitchen counter that reads:

“Come see me sometime Juliet, I think we both know you will. -R”

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[mysteryinc-hq]

“Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.” 

Full Name: James Augustus Roy IV

FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo

Age: 21 (Looks 19)

Type: Supernatural, Demon

BIOGRAPHY:

content warnings for: violence, injury, drug use / mention, ( implied ) abuse, severe mental health issues, suicidal ideation, excessive cursing.

He was always meant to be something more than this, more than the bruised knuckles and black eyes and cocaine-dusted nostrils and leather jackets flapping along to the wind as he speeds through never-ending roads on his motorcycle.

He never meant to make himself a caricature.

Once, he wanted to be happy.

( Now, he supposes anything will do. )

—

Ask James Augustus Roy IV about his past and he’ll tell you to fuck off.

( Ask him when he’s drinking and he’ll tell you to fuck off with a fist to your face. )

—

He’ll tell you he comes from nothing, but really that’s a barefaced lie. He’ll contradict it with his Harley Davidson motorcycle, his jackets that aren’t just faux-leather but actual leather like the shit they sell in high-end boutique stores, his way too soft hands that has obviously never known a day of work, his almost limitless supply of cash, his cocaine habit ( because that shit’s expensive, didn’t you know? ), his fluency in several languages, his fancy-ass name, and him never knowing just how much a fucking banana costs.

He’ll tell you he got raised by a pimp and a crackwhore that both hated his existence until he got enough and run away, at which point he decided he might as well experience everything that the US of A can offer him.

He’ll tell you that the reason why he fights so well is because he’s used to violence, because of course he is. What did you take him for, someone fucking weak? He can hold his own in a fight, he can take a fucking punch. He can take anything you give him. Wanna try it out, motherfucker?

( And like any other person caught in their own storytelling, he won’t notice that his narratives are verging so close to the truth. )

—

There’s a story here about how he can take a punch like it’s nothing, about how he immediately knows where all the exits are in a room, about how he’s so conversant in the language of violence.

James knows he can tell that story, but why should he? It’s such a lousy one, really, and in here where nobody knows him and his name, he can be anything he wants to be, anybody that he always wanted to be and never could.

( And yet there’s a small black box in his mind that contains things he denies, contains things he doesn’t talk about, contains things he doesn’t even want to think about—and it tells him just what he is exactly that he’s trying so hard to deny. )

—

So he doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t need to talk about it anyway.

( In the absence of evidence, doubt begins to trickle in. It’s why so many people go from that point to believing evidence of absence—which is to say: he’s asking himself, did it really fucking happen or was I just making it up? )

—

But let’s not think about that.

James Roy is nothing but your coked-up resident bad boy asshole. He does nothing but cause shit to go down, acting out like he’s got a chip on his shoulder and something to prove, lashing out at every imagined slight, preempting anything horrible by doing the horrible things instead.

And maybe being horrible in a town that’s just had one of its girls vanish isn’t exactly the best thing he could do, but James isn’t a good person. He isn’t. He knows himself well enough and he’s a piece of shit, so why should he stop being who he is to his core—which is, in essence, just rottenness all the way through? He’s a bad person; he knows he is. There’s nothing in him left that could have gone for anything better; maybe there never was.

Now there never will be.

( Ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? )

—

The thing is, he’s living like there’s no tomorrow because there isn’t one, because he doesn’t think there’ll be a tomorrow for him, because he doesn’t think he deserves it, because his story is that of endings and leaving and conclusions, because he’s halfway sure that there’s an ending for him just waiting around the corner and it will be purely poetic in a fucked-up narrative sense.

( This is a story of self-caused ends. )

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——— CODA.

No matter how many miles he puts between himself and where he came from, there’s no running away from himself.

( And perhaps that’s the most tragic thing of all. )

CONNECTIONS:

NOAH MCMANN — Resident new kid on the block causing trouble wherever he goes meets resident sheriff of a town currently in the grips of a crisis… this almost writes itself out in terms of tension and difficult encounters. Maybe it would help if James wasn’t so antagonistic, but it’s not like he knows how to stop himself.

TODD HOLCHAN — Call it an alignment of the stars, something that could almost be called fate, or just two people being where they needed to be for things to happen as they are. Two strangers meet in a bar—stop me if you’ve heard this one before—and the rest, they say, is history. Between the two newcomers to Coolville, an unlikely friendship has been struck.

RAMONA PHILLIPS — He looks at her with a childlike wonder that wouldn’t be out of place on the face of a kid seeing some exotic animal at a zoo. Her fidelity to her role is something that is almost a wonder to see, and he can’t help it: he’s intrigued.

[lucybrown45]

thank you to the stars who made my day with their wonderful nudges to get me writing again. It feels super personal and kind.  @the-copperkid wanted to see what happens when Steve and Billy get into a big fight in this universe. There is definitely stuff that’s brewing, but I couldn’t get them there, haha. Here’s some nonsense about trying to look after each other. Nothing happens.

Set before Steve buys a TV, I guess.

Billy doesn’t keep any booze in the apartment. Which, Steve had nearly asked about. And then. They’d gone grocery shopping and Steve had filed alcohol with cheesecake and Hamburger Helper and pizza. Off limits. Unless there’s a coupon. And there never is. Or there is, but Billy isn’t able to justify it like Kellogg’s cornflakes with their contribution to American farming and high concentration of iron. And, really. Steve suspects Billy just likes the baseball cards.

Steve knew that Billy had to work hard. He’d worked hard to graduate early. But he didn’t think that he’d be left alone this often. This long. It’s not like being at his parents’ house. He sits on the round rug in front of the couch, with his legs crossed under him. Back at pre-school. He presses his palms into the rough material. Its woven outta straw or something. Steve knows it can’t be straw. But it’s golden and has that waxy prickle. It’s nice though. Feels like it will last forever.

The big living room window lets in all the light. Like if it were the last day on earth, here’s where the sun is. It’s a little too hot. Billy doesn’t close the thick, linen curtains. Not ever. Like he’s afraid the sun won’t come back if he shuts it out. Or maybe. No, Steve knows he’s not lazy. He works hard.

He works hard and then he goes running. Then does crunches and push-ups and squats on the haystack rug. Steve watches. Watches as Billy’s fingertips turn pink. The dark sweat patch in the centre of his should blades. His tongue cheeky between panting. Steve watches, arms folded, from the couch. Says, “Dinner’s ready” once they’ve both finished silently mouthing the count-up to fifty, ten times.

Steve thinks back to getting trashed on anything he could get his hands on. High school drunk. Post-high school drunk. Messy. Thinks about his parents and the goddamn wet bar. With the drinks they think says everything about them and really nothing at all.

He wanders into the kitchen. Sort of planning on making a start on dinner. Eggplant something maybe. He knows he’s just gonna get the box down. Just for another look. The ratty cardboard box sits up on top on the kitchen cabinet close to the window. Steve kneels up by the sink to reach for it.

Setting it carefully down on the kitchen table he pulls out, one by one, the ugliest little cocktail glasses he’s ever seen. They’re fat, dumpy things with an awful ridged detail. Like the veins on the back of an old man’s hands. A sort of sea-foam green, they match the couch. They’ve been shoved between layers of newspaper.

Stories about a bad spate of tornadoes. Adverts for New Coke. The glasses are new. A gift. To match Billy’s home. Steve sets them in a circle. Flattens the box. Folds the paper. Puts it in the space between the refrigerator and the wall. Grabs his car keys.

--

Steve’s dad used to come home and walk through the door with mom following him. Ladies first. In another life. He’d already be shouting. Stuff nobody should be shouting about at eleven at night. Didn’t know you were asleep, sorry Steven. Steve doesn’t think of Billy as his dad, but he’s the only other man Steve’s ever lived with so. Billy comes in silently. Steve only knows he’s home when he hears the bedroom door open.

Tri-colour pasta was more expensive that Steve had anticipated, but it was worth it. The salad looks good in the large casserole dish. Next to the gin and tonics in the ugly glasses. It’s not funny. But it’s a joke. They play gin rummy all the time. Hollywood gin, to make the game last longer. It’s cute.

The sound of Billy’s bare feet pawpad down the hall pause of the entrance to the kitchen from the hall. In shorts and tank, work out cassette tape of the day in hand, he’s expecting an audience. Steve smiles, lifts his hand of cards. “Gin?” It’s funny.

Billy licks his bottom lip. Sits down opposite Steve. “What’s this?” Dark eyebrows lifting up. He digs a tub of Carmex out his pocket, swaps it for the tape. Smears lip balm over his mouth with his middle finger. Steve tucks his cards under the edge of his plate, resists pulling at Billy’s wrist. Flavoured grease like that, bad habit before eating.

“A treat.”

Billy’s mouth rides a wave of amusement. Puckers in teasing. He leans back in his chair and pinches the ladle from the old coffee can. Dishes up pasta and tomatoes and the tiniest slivers of Parmesan cheese. He steeples his hands. Doesn’t pray. Just looks at Steve. Those blue eyes. Jesus. Indigo in the unsure light of the nightime kitchen.

Indigo. Steve wants to say it out loud. Hear that gottle g between the delicate vowels either side. He doesn’t. That would be weird. As weird as holding eye contact for this long. Indigo. Very California. He takes a sip of his G&T. Pushes a glass towards Billy.

“Thanks,” he says before downing in three hard swallows. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Christ, Harrington.” He looks at the glass, shakes his head, holds it out for assessment. Grins, winks at Steve. “A treat.” Reaches for a fork and the bottle.

[paladinsheadcanons]

Can’t remember if this was asked before but what is every champions favourite type of alcoholic drink? Specific to each champion? Even the non humans lol

Hello, it is I, your resident alcoholic at your service. Now, this would show stuff like bad drinking habits, so a disclaimer/warning: drink responsibly. I mean it. If you drink for the first few times, always drink with someone you trust!! 

I’m sorry for my inactivity, thesis has been very time-grabbing. It’s done now, so here I am! 

- Mod Ash 

Makoa: He has this specific recipe for a scorpion bowl cocktail he likes. It is not that alcoholic, but he likes sitting by the beach or by the view of a forest while he finishes his drink. Drinking time is mostly for himself, and to think about the day while he unwinds and enjoys a smooth cocktail. 

Fernando: Wine, definitely. Helps him sleep. He makes his own sangria with fruits and all if he’s feeling fancy, and he drinks it like it’s just juice, with ice and straw and all. He can drink this in broad daylight and he will act like it’s iced tea. 

Ruckus: He doesn’t drink much. But when he does, he sticks to brandy, as it’s smooth, but hits hard fast. Though he would rather drink with company, so he just kinda does forced small talk with Bolt as he drowns his sorrows away.

Barik: He has a large batch of fruit punch in his refrigerator that he refills his jug with. He sneakily adds more wine before stashing it away. He drinks it like anyone would iced tea, and he is very protective and possessive of his stash. His liking of the spiked fruit punch is a little concerning, but they value their lives over a sip of it. 

Ash: Vodka. She will stare you at the eye while she drinks it straight from the bottle. Also whiskey. She won’t care if it’s expensive, if she likes it, she will finish the bottle in one go. She has a high alcohol tolerance, which sort of lets her drink as she please when she’s bummed…. which is often. 

Torvald: Doesn’t drink a lot, so he sticks to spiked versions of non-alcoholic drinks, like a spiked iced tea or ginger ale. He often drinks with friends, but he does like staying sober, so he sticks to small ratios of the alcohol with the rest of the drink. 

Inara: Dislikes drinking. May have tried those blended 3% stuff that tastes like softdrinks or lemonade once, but she also didn’t like the taste of that. Will drink lemonade or fruit juice when everyone else is drinking. A lot of people have fooled her into drinking fruit punch with wine in them but it nothing happened.

Drogoz: Rum. The darker the rum, the better. Will add random crap to it to make it “spicier,” and to some people, his drinks will taste like alcoholic hot sauce. He doesn’t mind, he doesn’t really like people drinking his stuff, anyway. 

Bomb King: He can’t drink any human drink. However, he likes fooling people with drinking oil or something similar, or just chugging plain water down his robot gullet. 

Cassie: A good, classic blended Cosmopolitan. She likes it so much that she often buys non-alcoholic, powdered iced tea versions of it, which she drinks almost all the time. Sugar gets her going, if not an amazing cocktail.

Lian: Also wine, however she’s slightly pickier with her wine. She will only drink wine that is at least five years old, and will often opt for slightly sweeter variants like fruit wine. She drinks way too often for it to be healthy, however. 

Kinessa: Doesn’t drink much. However, when she does, she opts for sweeter stuff, like honey mead. When she’s not drinking, she’d immediately get any kind of coffee, no matter the kind or blend or if it has sugar or not. Coffee mead is a dangerous drink for her. 

Sha Lin: Classic brandy! He drinks it sometimes while reading or doing something passive before he goes to bed, as something to help him sleep. He doesn’t drink much outside the house, he likes being extra and drinking while in a bathtub with soaks. 

Viktor: He will go straight for really cheap gin that tastes like rubbing alcohol. He got too used to it and now he can’t drink anything else. He drinks half a bottle when he’s staying up late, then drinks the rest when he gets home. 

Tyra: She thinks she’s more refined, with her choices being scotch and very specific whiskey. When she orders a dry martini (or anything), she will make up hilariously specific instructions like “stir it for ten seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle” or “kiss the lemon peel before you garnish it on the glass.” 

Willo: The cuter the drink and the sweeter it is, the better, no matter what it is. She will sometimes shove novelty store toys in her drink, and will add fruit juices or food color to strong drinks to at least make it look a cuter color. Sure, her additions may not change the taste of her drink, but it will make the experience better. 

Evie: She does not really care about her drink, whether it is alcoholic or not. She will probably add vodka to everything to give it a kick, mostly when she feels like it. She’s taken a liking to hard lemonades.

Skye: Surprisingly does not drink much, however she would surprise people with drinking heavy drinks without breaking a sweat or getting close to drunk. It’s a useful skill to have. When she’s off-duty she prefers being sober, and only drinks flavored beer to get her tired enough to sleep. 

Androxus: He likes trying to get himself as wasted as possible. It is becoming quite a challenge. However being cursed gave him different tastebuds too, so he would often drink tons of Long Island iced teas before he feels something. He never gets as drunk as he wishes but getting closer is satisfying enough. 

Buck: He’s a huge fan of ginger ale mixed with beer! He often doesn’t really like to get drunk, as alcoholism is a thing he is trying to avoid and change. He wears off his alcoholism by changing the ratio everyday, and it works out fine for him. Eventually he just uses iced teas and lemonades as substitute for his everyday beer. 

Maeve: She does not drink much, however will not turn down a drink offered to her. However, she still prefers stealing her liquor, and she once got in trouble once for stealing a bottle of ceremonial wine and drinking it all in one go. 

Zhin: Likes more “exotic” or “local” variants of his liquor, like sake or arrack. He has a very bad alcohol tolerance despite his drinking frequency, and often drinks in places he shouldn’t be drunk in, which gets worse when he’s upset about something. 

Lex: He likes a good old fashioned best. If ever, he usually opts for simpler drinks like gin and tonic or a martini. He thinks buying liquor in places that isn’t a bar is blasphemy and he will judge you for it. He is also very specific with the way his martini is prepared.

Mal’Damba: He likes expensive drinks a lot, because he doesn’t really partake in alcoholic drinks often. His favorite is a penicillin cocktail with this very expensive scotch with very fancy ice and stuff, and it would take him two hours to finish one because he would spend the time thinking. 

Pip: He would usually accidentally drink his own concoctions when he’s too tired. Sometimes it doesn’t do much, sometimes it does make him dizzy. He once accidentally mixed beer with one of his potions and it became a quick favorite of his, but he has no idea of its side effects. He will find out in ten years probably. 

Grover: Liquor is bad for trees. He was once watered with whiskey. When offered he would take lemonade or juice. He’s surprisingly not picky and wold take anything offered to him, even though it is probably not the best idea. After getting “drunk” he would fall asleep faster, so he would usually “drink” if he’s about to hibernate. 

Grohk: Will drink anything. Will eat anything. Sadly, he gets too drunk when he drinks too much. Lately he has taken a liking to Irish coffees, which does numbers to his energy and his posture. It is still not a good idea to have him drink, especially if it is coffee and liquor at the same time. 

Seris: Wine? Wine. She likes the aesthetic. It doesn’t do much for her, however, she just drinks it around people to look cool or to intimidate. She definitely likes the taste is becoming a connoisseur herself. When alone, she’d opt for a harder whiskey or stronger wines. It doesn’t do anything, but she can always pretend. 

Ying: Usually sticks to mudshakes because they’re sweet and barely alcoholic. It’s 10% alcohol but it doesn’t matter. She also likes whiskey cakes and other alcoholic desserts in lieu of a drink, because oftentimes she just doesn’t feel like looking like she went through seven hells, she has to look cute while de-stressing. 

Jenos: He would “drink” that futuristic alcohol air from a bottle, because he thinks drinking is all about the experience and having fun with it. He just goes on to find more absurd ways of getting drunk, somewhat not realizing he probably won’t get close to tipsy. 

Strix: He is still a bit of a country man, so he still favors moonshine. But not just any moonshine. Moonshine cherries. He likes moonshine-soaked fruit. Moonshine-anything. He doesn’t have the tolerance for it, however. 

Talus: He’s a child for Christ’s sake, he’s not drinking. He just likes fruit juice and hot chocolate maybe. Some others did try to hand him beer, though, with… catastrophic results. I’ll leave you to guess what happened. 

Terminus: “Do I still give a crap,” he says, as he finishes a bottle of absinthe. Does he still care? He doesn’t. He will drink the entire bottle if he wants, nothing will happen, it’s just like water to him. What do you expect, he’s a rock person. 

Vivian: She likes drinking, but she doesn’t like getting drunk, so she usually just sticks to a rum and coke. She would change the ratio of run and cola depending on how annoyed she is with everyone around her. 

Moji: She doesn’t really drink much, however she’s down for a mean milkshake. The wilder the better. Would often add stuff that’s not really supposed to belong there, like syrup, or food coloring, or charcoal. 

Khan: He has a flask of… stuff hidden in his armor somewhere. What is in it? Even he doesn’t know. He usually fills it with something and fill it up with something else the next day without cleaning it out, resulting in a weird new cocktail everyday that he will chug in public without shame. 

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I am the Maffia. I see you talking about human trafficking here. You like to talk about these kinds of things huh? Well, you are being watched. We already have a lot of information about you. Do you have any idea how easy it is to snatch and grab someone? Have you ever heard of scopalamine? Put it on the end of a flower and put it in their face, just jab their nose with it and just tell them they want to get in your car and that they want to sign a sex slavery contract or do a porn video.

AHAHAH Oh honey, oh no. First of all Anon little gits don’t really scare me. After the years I’ve spent working in this field and the tragedies I’ve witnessed not much does scare me. When you actively work to push back on what is essentially a multi-billion dollar industry you will get threats, and intimidation. But you know what? Most people who are running these kind of operations are too damn busy running the damn thing to worry about Tumblr.fucking-com. This is obviously bullshit but it does present a great opportunity to discuss HOW people fall into human trafficking. First you have to keep in mind that not all Trafficking is sex based, it is however the one we see most in media because it presents a great drama/horror narrative. People are often Labor trafficked as well, used for things such as domestic work, commercial farming, mining. Trafficking is, after all, slavery. Most cases we see start with not drugs, but job offers. People want to make better lives for themselves and their families. Especially in higher poverty areas people are willing to take more risks to do this.Sometimes its the promise of work in the US with a temporary work VISA. Then the victims are coyoted once they get to destination. In the United States this is often the case. Passports, identification, money are all taken to prevent escape. I’m often asked when I give talks ‘But why not seek help from the police?’Often victims are told that the police are in league with the traffickers. Corruption is systemic part of many county’s way of life, US sadly included. It isn’t that hard to believe that this could be the case. Failure to appropriately identify a trafficked person VS. a Sex worker often leads to propagating this lie, especially if the language barrier is in play. Another reason to not seek help: Family. Threats against loved ones are a very strong and visceral fear. Traffickers can and will use family to break victims into compliance. “The best chains are ones you can’t see.” Drugs and Alcohol are easy ways to get compliance for a short time, but human beings are a reusable resource. Plus drugs such as scopolamine, as it is proper spelling, can be expensive in the long run, cutting into trafficker’s profits. Its better to use fear to get victims to obey rather then fund an expensive coke habit. In cases of Labor trafficking, your workforce isn’t going to be very productive if they are high out of their gourdes. Oh, and the Scopolamine thing…. just an enduring hoax mixed with urban legends. Most sensationalized reports are that. Gripping, scary, if not entirely true, stories. Fact is most toxicology reports don’t show scopolamine to back up the claims. Most likely the drug in question is something else like Rohypnol.  Scopolamine is relatively hard to get, considering it’s not used for getting high, so you can’t go buy it on the streets readily. It’s never been shown to remove free will in studies, but does make one drowsy with effects more like a Xanax in large doses. Oh and it’s MAFIA, one F. The Mafia doesn't call themselves Mafia, that just a TV thing.    

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ROY OLIPHANT

"There’s plenty of words I redefine! On PURPOSE, man. I’m an innovator. I keep things fresh and forward-thinking. You, on the other hand, will outright bite somebody who touches you uncaffeinated."

a f f i l i a t i o n : Team Handsome, Alien Enthusiasts

It's safe to say that Roy Oliphant was raised without parents. Sure, he had parents, but they were far too busy with their own personal lives to really raise a child. Once Roy was old enough to feed and clothe himself, it was fast food, canned food and TV all day, every day. Except for when school called. School, what a joke. It's no surprise Roy wasn't all too fond of school. And school wasn't too fond of Roy either. Teased, tormented, and often left hanging by his drawers from the railing at the top of the stairs, Roy found solace in the library. Not only could people not make fun of him in there (or torture him for that matter), but it opened the door to whole other world he'd never known before: information. Specifically interesting not-very-school-related information. Books, man. Roy read everything he could get his hands on. Fun stuff. Like aliens, werewolves, bigfoot, giant squids, anything funny or supernatural. He became obsessed, connecting and disproving theories in his own head, all the while, his studies suffering dramatically. It probably goes without saying, but Roy never finished school, dropping out at sixteen after getting into a fight with his dad over his grades. The ordeal left him with two black eyes, and, attempting to put his trust into the school system for the first time in his young life, Roy told school administration... who, in turn, laughed in his face. Forgery's a crime, kids. One Roy became all too familiar with when he decided to sign on his parent's behalf to release him from the burden of school. He didn't do too much time over it... but his family sure as Hell kicked him out, leaving the guy homeless. Fast forward to the present, and Roy didn't turn out too bad, getting himself a shitty little job at a convenience store, where he can take home as much of the cafe food that doesn't sell as he can manage. Getting mixed up with Team Handsome was a blessing in disguise... leading him straight into Coach Moblow's sights. And everyone knows Moblow just can't not try to help people out.

NEED TO KNOW

TW: Mature themes, age gap*, child prostitution* see end of headcanons for details. He does NOT run a child prostitution ring.

Aliens, man.

Currently a member of the Alien Enthusiasts Club. It has a paid membership because of all the deep secret intel they collect from the government and share with their members. This is literally the only paid expense he sets aside at all costs each month. Not even rent gets priority over his membership fees.

The only other thing he ‘saves’ up for is the Alien Convention that happens every Summer in La Juve’s West End.

Because of this, he often finds himself scrambling for funds every month to make rent. Some of his more successful 'get rich quick' schemes include: entering Ziggy into the Little Miss Juventud pageant under the guise of a girl, setting up random raffles or fundraisers without actually delivering on the prizes or products, 'watching' stuff for people, etc.

Believes himself to have ~genius~ ideas, most of which are elaborate in thought but not in planning.

He is almost always surprised when his plans don't go as expected, either due to that lack of preparation or just being damn well impossible to begin with.

He currently holds the title of ‘Assistant Coach’ to Team Handsome, but everyone knows he’s really just Coach Moblow’s personal assistant. The guy can’t coach a kitten to nap, he’s definitely not coaching Team Handsome in any way, shape, or form.

Coach Moblow sometimes ( a lot of the time ) makes Roy run laps with the team. Probably because of that beer belly hanging out over his jeans.

Ziggy throws fits whenever Coach tries to make Roy lose weight.

Huge on conspiracy theories. It’s not just about Aliens with him. He’s onto Bigfoot and the Chupacabra, too, just to name a few!

Literal man-child. Happy go lucky, a little snarky, but never really outright angry. Unless you hurt his feelings. He’s real friendly -- almost too friendly. Which only gets him into things he ought not to be getting into.

The only exception to this is his sudden out-of-character bursts of anger that seem to be provoked when people start yelling at his friends -- specifically Team Handsome (or SOMETIMES when somebody tries to tell him how to live his life). He can occasionally get violent during these episodes.

Seriously thinks there’s gold buried somewhere in La Juve because he claims to have found a treasure map once as a kid.

Not real big into drugs because it'd distract him from more important matters. Like Alien Hunting. Only smokes pot to calm him down. But, he’s more of a drinker.

He’s a real loud motherfucker, and mad nosy, too. Which often gets him into trouble. Meddling in things he ought not to be meddling in.

Kind of limited in terms of what he knows about the real world and how it works.

Gets mixed up in every kind of shenanigan.

Talks to everyone... even people he probably shouldn’t talk to. The rest of Team Handsome often have to keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn’t wander off or get abducted. It FEELS like they’re the ones babysitting him instead of the other way around.

In charge of water, drinks and snacks for the team when they’re at competitions. Which, he sometimes fucks up by forgetting altogether... or providing snacks that Coach doesn’t approve. Like Cheetos and Coke.

He’s that crazy one who will openly talk about aliens on buses and trains.

Roy has vivid memories of being abducted by aliens.

He has newspaper clippings thumbtacked all over the walls of his home.

He honestly believed one had to cut up a bunch of little corks to create corkboard, so he wasn’t about to waste time and energy on that.

It wasn’t until he went out to Target with Ziggy that he realised you could buy corkboard already made.... when Ziggy pointed it out to him.

He ripped it from Ziggy’s hands and tossed it in the cart, bought it and took it home. To this day, it remains in its plastic shrink wrap, sitting propped up against the wall by the door like a forgotten birthday present.

Everyone points it out to him.

Team Handsome seems to congregate in and around his home because he’s super chill. Anyone can bum a couch for as long as they need.

The OLDEST member of Team Handsome. But... he’s not very good at skating.

One of Ziggy and Austyn’s oldest friends in La Juve. At the time, he didn’t have his own place, otherwise he would have taken them in. He worked real hard to get his own place after meeting them, but by then they had places to stay. At least now he has a place of his own they can all party and hang out in.

His home would have and should have been listed and sold for more than double what he could spend on a home at the time, but the little old lady that was selling it took pity on him because he reminded her of her dead grandson. So she sold it to him for far less as long as he promised to take good care of it. It is a rent-to-own situation, in case you’re wondering.

Tends to know a lot about random topics, but not very smart when it comes to anything school might have taught.

Has a habit of using words incorrectly, or using them the way he wants to instead of how they’re supposed to be used, basically disregarding their meaning and giving them a new one.

Also a big fan of making up his own words. Going so far as to write out his own dictionary -- which he plans to sell, marketing it as ‘additions to the English language’.

Is the reason for Ziggy’s own fascination with aliens, and likes to take Ziggy to the Alien Convention. It’s been ‘their thing’ since he met Ziggy when he was just a little guy.

His favorite memory of Ziggy is one where he made him dress up in a ridiculous Alien costume for the convention and it got him the attention of a lot of people because he looked so cute. Like walking a dog through a park. Even more attention than Dr. Alvin Simona’s presentation. Love that shit.

Calls himself the Newspaper Whisperer. Because he feels like he can predict headlines before they happen.

Believes the Men in Black movies had a lot of good pointers in it, and he has since taken to reading the tabloids to find 'juicy stories and leads'. He is convinced he can tell which stories are legit and which ones are pure fiction.

Is actually pretty Close with Cora Taylor and was even her prom date.

He pronounces Fujioka like FOO-GEE-YOLK-UH.

First became involved with Ziggy Holland after seeing him around the truck stop off of the interstate in West End without a parent or guardian. He wanted to help Ziggy get off the streets because Ziggy was/is a child prostitute. Making money working the truck stops whenever he could.

Attempts to house Ziggy in his own apartment as often as he can without getting into issues with his then roommate.

He is the one that enrolled Ziggy into school, in an effort to keep him out of trouble for at least a good portion of the day.

Ziggy is the one that seduces Roy -- particularly when he gets into his angry moods. Ziggy believes Roy’s anger likely stems from sexual frustration. **Casual reminder that his moods are VERY INFREQUENT.** Roy is NOT an angry person overall.

Ziggy has a crush on Roy because Roy is the first person in his life to actually care about him and show him kindness. There is no intricate romance between them. It’s honestly just a little boy crush. They’re close friends and genuinely care about each other.

Roy is the one that places the anonymous call to social services when Ziggy moves in full time with a known sexual predator -- which ultimately leads to Ziggy’s placement with Sal and Tyler.

Like Sal, Roy tries to keep Ziggy within the security of childhood for as long as he can (because Roy himself had such a shitty one), and thus works his ASS off to keep Ziggy believing in things like Santa, etc.

He definitely goes overboard on the Santa thing. Every. Single. Year. And even went so far as to somehow rope Mauri into helping him get reindeer on the roof of Sal’s house.... that Sal had to figure out how to get down.

Needless to say, while Sal is glad someone is helping him with the Santa thing, he is NOT a fan of how extreme Roy’s ideas are. Especially not when he has to clean up after him. Or, you know, make someone else clean up after him.

If you did ever want to make Roy mad, all you’d have to do is tell Ziggy that there’s no such thing as Santa.

Before Roy was taken on as “Assistant Coach” by Moblow, Ziggy actually begged Sal to get Roy a job (after he was fired from his previous one), which ended up being personal assistant/personal shopper/shopping buddy to Tyler... because Tyler was complaining that he had no friends. Because everyone is too scared of Sal to be his friend.

To this day, Tyler will still sometimes drag Roy out with him. Just so he doesn’t have to do things alone. Roy basically holds all of Tyler’s shopping and lets him talk.

Roy secretly admires Tyler... but is also really scared of him.

He’s probably more scared of Tyler than Sal. Just because he thinks Sal is a big softy deep down since Sal wants to keep Ziggy believing in Santa just like him.

Please note: Smut absolutely does NOT have to be written out at all. But it is, at least, implied from time to time. And no one outside of Ziggy, and maybe Austyn and Sully, is aware that there is anything going on between Roy and Ziggy. Further, it is something Ziggy eventually grows out of, too. Though he always remains protective of and close to Roy.

UPDATE: Since PRICKZILLA is claiming Roy is a carbon copy of her character, allow me to outline some ways they aren't similar:

- Completely different back stories for one.

- Roy is NOT into human trafficking. AT ALL.

- Roy DOES NOT work in a morgue or have a radio show.

- Roy DOES NOT have problems sleeping at night.

- Roy DOES NOT touch drugs outside of pot.

- Roy IS NOT and WILL NEVER be an alcoholic. He just drinks a lot of beer and occasionally gets drunk (Like when he parties. Like a NORMAL person).

- Roy WAS NEVER and WILL NEVER be a sex addict.

- Roy IS NOT a dick or shit talker.

- Roy IS a literal cupcake with a heart of Gold that genuinely wants to help people he comes across. Even if they’ve been mean to him in the past.

- Roy IS NOT smart by any means, but he tries. He doesn’t even have a HS diploma or GED. 99% of his get rich schemes FAIL MISERABLY.

- Roy works as an "assistant coach" aka secretary or personal assistant for a very nice man that Roy admires and aspires to be like (Coach Moblow).

- Roy's parents are very much ALIVE and well. And he has a GOOD/NORMAL relationship with them.

- Roy was born and raised in La Juve and has siblings. Specifically THREE older brothers, one who is a COP, another who is in a Motorcycle gang, and an ADOPTED BROTHER who is actually a famous athlete. (Obviously inspired by Four Brothers).

- Roy was created by no less than THREE different people, two of which had no idea of who Bo was.

- Roy's character writeup has been posted since March 23rd, 2017

Faceclaim: Garrett Hedlund - negotiable First Name: is non negotiable. Last Name: is negotiable.

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It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry. – Brandon Sanderson • Caffeine dehydrates the body and speeds up the aging of the skin and kidneys. – Ann Louise Gittleman • Caffeine dehydrates the brain and body. – Daniel Amen • Caffeine gives me hope. Sometimes, when I brew my wicked strong Irish black tea just perfect, about halfway through the mug I feel a clear and overwhelming feeling of optimism. It didn’t surprise me when a study a few years ago implied that suicide was much less likely among coffee and tea drinkers. – John Vanderslice • Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation. – Patrick Rothfuss • Caffeine is like a really attractive girl that has nothing to say. You get all jacked up on it and then you’re left feeling hollow and empty. – Adam Levine • Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures: It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my buzz. – Bob Phillips • Caffeine. The gateway drug. – Eddie Vedder • Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice – Wallace Stevens • Couldn’t start the morning without caffeine. – Ginnifer Goodwin • Diet Coke does not contain nasty chemicals. It contains lovely and delicious carbonation, caffeine, and aspartame. What’s unnatural about that? – Meg Cabot • Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline – with a little help from caffeine. – Annie Dillard • Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time,” she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. – Patricia Briggs • Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo. – Rick Riordan • Fitness has always been a big part of my life, so I train twice a day, every day, as I always have done, but also eating very healthfully. I don’t eat sugar, I don’t have caffeine, I don’t eat wheat – I look after my body outside and inside. It’s just a part of who I’ve always been. – Neil Jackson • For a successful strategy session, keep the food light, the lights bright, and drink caffeine all night. – Mike Brown • For me, if I get up and don’t meditate and don’t eat something before having caffeine, I go from 0 to 10 on the stress scale. – Gabrielle Bernstein • Heaven knows that alcohol is the worst thing in the world, but it’s debatable whether cocaine is worse than caffeine or whether it’s the same thing and they just changed the name. – Merle Haggard • I am running on fumes, so it’s time to get centered again. I start with eating healthier and cutting out caffeine – at least cutting back on caffeine. I exercise and get outside to play. I reconnect with my spiritual practice, which is daily meditation and prayer. Most importantly, I reconnect with my family and friends. If all else fails, a few deep breaths. – Amber Valletta • I can’t wake up at all without caffeine. – Andrew Rannells • I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats are overrated. Sometimes I see other customers practicing. Pouring their cream and sugar with studied intent. Stirring with purpose. I add an extra spoonful of sugar to my own coffee for them, to make all of our enchantments sweeter. – Erin Morgenstern • I don’t have hardly any caffeine, I don’t drink alcohol and I watch my red meat intake. My diet at the minute seems to be verging towards the vegetarian, which is surprising me because I tend to just listen to what my body is fancying. – Jayne Middlemiss • I don’t know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things just start to happen. – Gary Larson • I don’t usually drink caffeine so that when I need it, it actually does something. – Anna Kendrick • I drink booze, I smoke, and I’m hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I’m not physically repressed! – Helena Bonham Carter • i drink caffeine” she said calmly “lot’s of it gives you pep – Ally Carter • I drink mate every day during training camp, and just in general. It’s packed full of vitamins and nutrients and a lot of B vitamins that you would normally get from meat. The caffeine in there affects me less and it’s more like a stimulant. I can drink more of it and it’s hydrating as well. It’s one of my favorite drinks, especially on a cold morning. – Chris Algieri • I love cranberry juice, but I’m not a coffee drinker – as a Mormon, I avoid caffeine. – Donny Osmond • I love Starbucks. Maybe thats a bit sad. But I definitely need my caffeine. Its what gets me out of bed in the morning. – Nikki Sixx • I ordered a soda – caffeine-free, low sodium, no artificial flavors. They brought me a glass of water. – Robert E. Murray • I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do – the actual act of writing – turns out to be the best part. It’s like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward. – Anne Lamott • I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans. – Big Daddy Kane • I think I’ve reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level. – Alastair Reynolds • I try to stay sane and grounded by hunkering down, eating right, and exercising. I make a routine of spin class, yoga, and Pilates, places I push my body so hard I can lose my mind. Cutting out caffeine and sugar, being mindful, and getting enough rest are important. – Jaime Murray • I used to drink tons of caffeine. Now I make smoothies with frozen berries and Green Vibrance health powder. – Leighton Meester • I used to smoke cigarettes, ten a day, but gave up when I was 28. Now my vice is several cups of coffee a day, which isn’t great if you’re prone to weak bones as I am, as caffeine can leach calcium. – Britt Ekland • I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years. – Warren Ellis • I would drink gallons of coffee a day. Even now, off caffeine, I talk faster than anyone you’ve ever met. I finally recognized that I’m naturally amped up. But when I quit I was worried that I would never write again. It was like anyone who’s kicked a habit. I was in a blanket shivering, trying to kick the horse. – Nathan Englander • I would love to think there is a direct relationship between coffee and genius, but they’ve done studies, and if anything, caffeine probably makes you a little less creative. – Eric Weiner • I’d listen to things that felt really good in the moment and realize they were clouded by enthusiasm or caffeine. And things that I was struggling to get out ended up being really compelling. It’s an emotional roller coaster; there’s exhilaration and there’s shame. – Annie E. Clark • If they took all the drugs, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine off the market for six days, they’d have to bring out the tanks to control you. – Dick Gregory • If you want to have a nonmiraculous day, I suggest that newspaper and caffeine form the crux of your morning regimen. Listen to the morning news while you’re in the shower, read the headlines as you are walking out the door, make sure you’re keeping tabs on everything: the wars, the economy, the gossip, the natural disasters. . . But if you want the day ahead to be full of miracles, then spend some time each morning with God. – Marianne Williamson • If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in. – Bill Hicks • I’m a really skinny guy, I’m real tall, and I have a very high metabolism, so if I drink anything with caffeine in it, it makes me have an anxiety attack. So I can’t do coffee, or cola, or coffee ice cream, or any of those things. They make me feel like I’m going berserk. – Mark Hosler • I’m active even on bad days; it’s tough to pin me down. People ask me if I’m a morning or night person. I’m an all-the-time person. I like drinking coffee, but I do it with lots of milk because my energy levels are high even without caffeine. You could call me Obelix, except I don’t have a belly. – Bipasha Basu • Interesting choice,” Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn’t out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying “How’s My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT.” –James – Maggie Stiefvater • Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not. – Alan Palomo • It’s all I have left in my life, caffeine and a poodle. – Brad Garrett • It’s the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days – Tim Minchin • Marijuana is not not harmful, but is the least harmful psychoactive substance that we have, with the possible exception of caffeine. – Maia Szalavitz • My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction. – Rosemary Clement-Moore • Never drink diet soda. It shows you have no nerve. Only drink real colas, caffeine-packed energy drinks, or vitamin water. Hate champagne because that’s what everyone expects you to love. Energy drinks are the best party drinks. You never get tired, you never get a hangover, and you can make fun of all the loaded people who think they’re clever but are really acting stupid. – Paris Hilton • Never had a cup of coffee in my life. Dr Pepper is my caffeine delivery system of choice. – Steven Soderbergh • Once I had a potentially heart attack-inducing eight double espressos in one day. I think my assistant secretly swaps my coffees for decaf as she doesn’t want me to die of caffeine overdose. – Steven Soderbergh • One of the things that’s interesting to me is I find things like caffeine and stunts actually relax me. When they’re putting a bit of gel on my arm and lighting me on fire, or when I’m about to go into a high-speed car chase or rev a motorcycle up pretty fast, I find everything else around me slows down. – Nicolas Cage • People often say that writing is ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration. This is nonsense, of course. It’s pretty much one hundred percent caffeine. – Caprice Crane • Rebus was eating breakfast in the canteen and wishing there was more caffeine in the coffee, or more coffee in the coffee come to that. – Ian Rankin • Recently I quit caffeine. My doctor seems to think that 17 Diet Cokes per day is too much. In case you ever consider getting off caffeine yourself, let me explain the process. You begin by sitting motionlessly in a desk chair. Then you just keep doing that forever because life has no meaning. – Scott Adams • Rewards can deliver a short-term boost—just as a jolt of caffeine can keep you cranking for a few more hours. But the effect wears off—and, worse, can reduce a person’s longer-term motivation to continue the project. – Daniel H. Pink • Settle down, pup. I ain’t had my caffeine yet.” – Sundown – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Sleep is just a good idea. I bow to the god caffeine. – Jo-Ann Mapson • Sleep is just a symptom of caffeine lack – Herman Friele • Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine! – Wallace Shawn • So I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. – Deb Caletti • Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you’ve had. – Chris Colfer • Starbucks says they are going to start putting religious quotes on cups. The very first one will say, ‘Jesus! This cup is expensive!’ – Conan O’Brien • Stop,” I said. “Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don’t tell me what you’re studying, Steve, tell me what’s in your soul. What haunts you?” And he was like, “Dude, you need to cut back on the caffeine. – Christopher Moore • Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled. – Rick Riordan • Tai chi is the one exercise that can universally help solve our growing health crisis. It has stood the test of thousands of years. We have a generation of baby boomers with increasing health problems; old people who are sick, in pain, fearful, and cranky; a middle class that is increasingly incapable of affording most of the drugs that are prescribed for their ailments; children that are flaccid, diabetic and asthmatic. People of all ages are addicted to drugs, alcohol, sugar, cigarettes, and caffeine. Stress follows almost everyone like a shadow. – Bruce Frantzis • There are a couple of homeopathic things that can be done, but you can’t really beat good rest and lots of water. That’s the honest truth. Making sure I’m well-rested and hydrated makes a big difference. Warm water and honey is a go-to, I don’t really drink tea unless it’s absolutely organic, because otherwise the caffeine will dry my voice out for some reason. – Miguel • There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn’t dignified enough to qualify. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • There is no such thing as sleep deprivation, there is only caffeine deficiency. – Richard Simmons • This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. – Honore de Balzac • Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I’ll never make it through World Issues. – Lisi Harrison • To develop intuition, one of the things you can do is pay attention to what you eat. Eat as clean a diet as you can. Eat fresh fruits and vegetables without preservatives, without alcohol, caffeine, dyes, and organically grown if possible. But do what is comfortable for your. Don’t try to shift into a lifestyle that doesn’t fit, but be aware that the lighter you eat the lighter you will feel. – Gary Zukav • We have too many poisons in our diets now, like sugar and caffeine. – Jasmine Guinness • We’re machines for turning caffeine into physics – Nima Arkani-Hamed • Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century. – Greg Egan • You can never have too much coffee”, I said He turned and smiled at me. “You think so, but the rest of us get a little OD’ed on your level of caffeine. – Laurell K. Hamilton

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• A 3K word story might well be done in some caffeine-and-nicotine-fuelled 36 hour session, and at the end of it, there’ll be a few passes of editing required, but I basically have a polished draft. – Hal Duncan • Actually caffeine is too hard on my system. I’m a delicate boy from Plano, Texas. – John Benjamin Hickey • Always drink at least 8 ounces of water or a sugar-free decaffeinated beverage with every meal or snack. If you are a heavy caffeine user, gradually reduce caffeine intake to zero whenever possible. – Barry Sears • Americans are used to being pandered to and spoon-fed everything. In a culture that needs caffeine-free cherry chocolate diet Coke, you’d best deliver information with entertainment. – Bill Maher • Anyone who doubts that caffeine is a drug should read some of the prose composed under its influence. – Anne Fadiman

  jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Caffeine', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_caffeine').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_caffeine img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Band of Skulls is joining Cage the Elephant as my new musical caffeine. • By now, it is probably very late at night, and you have stayed up to read this book when you should have gone to sleep. If this is the case, then I commend you for falling into my trap. It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of his books. It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry. – Brandon Sanderson • Caffeine dehydrates the body and speeds up the aging of the skin and kidneys. – Ann Louise Gittleman • Caffeine dehydrates the brain and body. – Daniel Amen • Caffeine gives me hope. Sometimes, when I brew my wicked strong Irish black tea just perfect, about halfway through the mug I feel a clear and overwhelming feeling of optimism. It didn’t surprise me when a study a few years ago implied that suicide was much less likely among coffee and tea drinkers. – John Vanderslice • Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation. – Patrick Rothfuss • Caffeine is like a really attractive girl that has nothing to say. You get all jacked up on it and then you’re left feeling hollow and empty. – Adam Levine • Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures: It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my buzz. – Bob Phillips • Caffeine. The gateway drug. – Eddie Vedder • Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice – Wallace Stevens • Couldn’t start the morning without caffeine. – Ginnifer Goodwin • Diet Coke does not contain nasty chemicals. It contains lovely and delicious carbonation, caffeine, and aspartame. What’s unnatural about that? – Meg Cabot • Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline – with a little help from caffeine. – Annie Dillard • Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time,” she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. – Patricia Briggs • Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo. – Rick Riordan • Fitness has always been a big part of my life, so I train twice a day, every day, as I always have done, but also eating very healthfully. I don’t eat sugar, I don’t have caffeine, I don’t eat wheat – I look after my body outside and inside. It’s just a part of who I’ve always been. – Neil Jackson • For a successful strategy session, keep the food light, the lights bright, and drink caffeine all night. – Mike Brown • For me, if I get up and don’t meditate and don’t eat something before having caffeine, I go from 0 to 10 on the stress scale. – Gabrielle Bernstein • Heaven knows that alcohol is the worst thing in the world, but it’s debatable whether cocaine is worse than caffeine or whether it’s the same thing and they just changed the name. – Merle Haggard • I am running on fumes, so it’s time to get centered again. I start with eating healthier and cutting out caffeine – at least cutting back on caffeine. I exercise and get outside to play. I reconnect with my spiritual practice, which is daily meditation and prayer. Most importantly, I reconnect with my family and friends. If all else fails, a few deep breaths. – Amber Valletta • I can’t wake up at all without caffeine. – Andrew Rannells • I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats are overrated. Sometimes I see other customers practicing. Pouring their cream and sugar with studied intent. Stirring with purpose. I add an extra spoonful of sugar to my own coffee for them, to make all of our enchantments sweeter. – Erin Morgenstern • I don’t have hardly any caffeine, I don’t drink alcohol and I watch my red meat intake. My diet at the minute seems to be verging towards the vegetarian, which is surprising me because I tend to just listen to what my body is fancying. – Jayne Middlemiss • I don’t know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things just start to happen. – Gary Larson • I don’t usually drink caffeine so that when I need it, it actually does something. – Anna Kendrick • I drink booze, I smoke, and I’m hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I’m not physically repressed! – Helena Bonham Carter • i drink caffeine” she said calmly “lot’s of it gives you pep – Ally Carter • I drink mate every day during training camp, and just in general. It’s packed full of vitamins and nutrients and a lot of B vitamins that you would normally get from meat. The caffeine in there affects me less and it’s more like a stimulant. I can drink more of it and it’s hydrating as well. It’s one of my favorite drinks, especially on a cold morning. – Chris Algieri • I love cranberry juice, but I’m not a coffee drinker – as a Mormon, I avoid caffeine. – Donny Osmond • I love Starbucks. Maybe thats a bit sad. But I definitely need my caffeine. Its what gets me out of bed in the morning. – Nikki Sixx • I ordered a soda – caffeine-free, low sodium, no artificial flavors. They brought me a glass of water. – Robert E. Murray • I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do – the actual act of writing – turns out to be the best part. It’s like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward. – Anne Lamott • I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans. – Big Daddy Kane • I think I’ve reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level. – Alastair Reynolds • I try to stay sane and grounded by hunkering down, eating right, and exercising. I make a routine of spin class, yoga, and Pilates, places I push my body so hard I can lose my mind. Cutting out caffeine and sugar, being mindful, and getting enough rest are important. – Jaime Murray • I used to drink tons of caffeine. Now I make smoothies with frozen berries and Green Vibrance health powder. – Leighton Meester • I used to smoke cigarettes, ten a day, but gave up when I was 28. Now my vice is several cups of coffee a day, which isn’t great if you’re prone to weak bones as I am, as caffeine can leach calcium. – Britt Ekland • I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years. – Warren Ellis • I would drink gallons of coffee a day. Even now, off caffeine, I talk faster than anyone you’ve ever met. I finally recognized that I’m naturally amped up. But when I quit I was worried that I would never write again. It was like anyone who’s kicked a habit. I was in a blanket shivering, trying to kick the horse. – Nathan Englander • I would love to think there is a direct relationship between coffee and genius, but they’ve done studies, and if anything, caffeine probably makes you a little less creative. – Eric Weiner • I’d listen to things that felt really good in the moment and realize they were clouded by enthusiasm or caffeine. And things that I was struggling to get out ended up being really compelling. It’s an emotional roller coaster; there’s exhilaration and there’s shame. – Annie E. Clark • If they took all the drugs, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine off the market for six days, they’d have to bring out the tanks to control you. – Dick Gregory • If you want to have a nonmiraculous day, I suggest that newspaper and caffeine form the crux of your morning regimen. Listen to the morning news while you’re in the shower, read the headlines as you are walking out the door, make sure you’re keeping tabs on everything: the wars, the economy, the gossip, the natural disasters. . . But if you want the day ahead to be full of miracles, then spend some time each morning with God. – Marianne Williamson • If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in. – Bill Hicks • I’m a really skinny guy, I’m real tall, and I have a very high metabolism, so if I drink anything with caffeine in it, it makes me have an anxiety attack. So I can’t do coffee, or cola, or coffee ice cream, or any of those things. They make me feel like I’m going berserk. – Mark Hosler • I’m active even on bad days; it’s tough to pin me down. People ask me if I’m a morning or night person. I’m an all-the-time person. I like drinking coffee, but I do it with lots of milk because my energy levels are high even without caffeine. You could call me Obelix, except I don’t have a belly. – Bipasha Basu • Interesting choice,” Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn’t out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying “How’s My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT.” –James – Maggie Stiefvater • Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not. – Alan Palomo • It’s all I have left in my life, caffeine and a poodle. – Brad Garrett • It’s the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days – Tim Minchin • Marijuana is not not harmful, but is the least harmful psychoactive substance that we have, with the possible exception of caffeine. – Maia Szalavitz • My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction. – Rosemary Clement-Moore • Never drink diet soda. It shows you have no nerve. Only drink real colas, caffeine-packed energy drinks, or vitamin water. Hate champagne because that’s what everyone expects you to love. Energy drinks are the best party drinks. You never get tired, you never get a hangover, and you can make fun of all the loaded people who think they’re clever but are really acting stupid. – Paris Hilton • Never had a cup of coffee in my life. Dr Pepper is my caffeine delivery system of choice. – Steven Soderbergh • Once I had a potentially heart attack-inducing eight double espressos in one day. I think my assistant secretly swaps my coffees for decaf as she doesn’t want me to die of caffeine overdose. – Steven Soderbergh • One of the things that’s interesting to me is I find things like caffeine and stunts actually relax me. When they’re putting a bit of gel on my arm and lighting me on fire, or when I’m about to go into a high-speed car chase or rev a motorcycle up pretty fast, I find everything else around me slows down. – Nicolas Cage • People often say that writing is ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration. This is nonsense, of course. It’s pretty much one hundred percent caffeine. – Caprice Crane • Rebus was eating breakfast in the canteen and wishing there was more caffeine in the coffee, or more coffee in the coffee come to that. – Ian Rankin • Recently I quit caffeine. My doctor seems to think that 17 Diet Cokes per day is too much. In case you ever consider getting off caffeine yourself, let me explain the process. You begin by sitting motionlessly in a desk chair. Then you just keep doing that forever because life has no meaning. – Scott Adams • Rewards can deliver a short-term boost—just as a jolt of caffeine can keep you cranking for a few more hours. But the effect wears off—and, worse, can reduce a person’s longer-term motivation to continue the project. – Daniel H. Pink • Settle down, pup. I ain’t had my caffeine yet.” – Sundown – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Sleep is just a good idea. I bow to the god caffeine. – Jo-Ann Mapson • Sleep is just a symptom of caffeine lack – Herman Friele • Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine! – Wallace Shawn • So I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. – Deb Caletti • Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you’ve had. – Chris Colfer • Starbucks says they are going to start putting religious quotes on cups. The very first one will say, ‘Jesus! This cup is expensive!’ – Conan O’Brien • Stop,” I said. “Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don’t tell me what you’re studying, Steve, tell me what’s in your soul. What haunts you?” And he was like, “Dude, you need to cut back on the caffeine. – Christopher Moore • Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled. – Rick Riordan • Tai chi is the one exercise that can universally help solve our growing health crisis. It has stood the test of thousands of years. We have a generation of baby boomers with increasing health problems; old people who are sick, in pain, fearful, and cranky; a middle class that is increasingly incapable of affording most of the drugs that are prescribed for their ailments; children that are flaccid, diabetic and asthmatic. People of all ages are addicted to drugs, alcohol, sugar, cigarettes, and caffeine. Stress follows almost everyone like a shadow. – Bruce Frantzis • There are a couple of homeopathic things that can be done, but you can’t really beat good rest and lots of water. That’s the honest truth. Making sure I’m well-rested and hydrated makes a big difference. Warm water and honey is a go-to, I don’t really drink tea unless it’s absolutely organic, because otherwise the caffeine will dry my voice out for some reason. – Miguel • There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn’t dignified enough to qualify. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • There is no such thing as sleep deprivation, there is only caffeine deficiency. – Richard Simmons • This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. – Honore de Balzac • Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I’ll never make it through World Issues. – Lisi Harrison • To develop intuition, one of the things you can do is pay attention to what you eat. Eat as clean a diet as you can. Eat fresh fruits and vegetables without preservatives, without alcohol, caffeine, dyes, and organically grown if possible. But do what is comfortable for your. Don’t try to shift into a lifestyle that doesn’t fit, but be aware that the lighter you eat the lighter you will feel. – Gary Zukav • We have too many poisons in our diets now, like sugar and caffeine. – Jasmine Guinness • We’re machines for turning caffeine into physics – Nima Arkani-Hamed • Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century. – Greg Egan • You can never have too much coffee”, I said He turned and smiled at me. “You think so, but the rest of us get a little OD’ed on your level of caffeine. – Laurell K. Hamilton

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Financial Advice For All Lifestyles!

Don’t make your life harder with financial stresses. If you want your financial situation to look brighter, here are some ideas to try.

Never sell when you aren’t ready. If a stock is earning good money, just let it stay as is. You can look at your stocks that are not doing so good, and figure out if you wish to move those around.

Try to eat in the restaurants that are frequented by the local people in order to eat economically when you visit foreign countries. Your hotel restaurant, and any other restaurants in tourist areas, are likely to be way overpriced, so do some research and find out where the locals eat. The food will taste better and it will likely be cheaper, as well.

Place your money in different accounts to secure it. You may place money in savings accounts, checking accounts, stock investments, high-yield accounts or gold investments. Use all or some of those ideas to keep your money safe.

To improve your personal finances, stop paying the retail price on your purchases. Try to only buy a product if it is on sale or you have a coupon. For example, if Coke is your brand of choice but Pepsi is offering a one dollar off coupon, the Pepsi choice will save you money.

Expensive products usually come with a limited warranty that covers them for 90 days to a year. Businesses make a lot of money off of extended warranties but they are not always useful for the end user.

If you are trying to get the best credit score, you shouldn’t have more than four credit cards. Using one credit card will make it harder to build your credit up, however, using too many cards can also negatively impact your credit. Use two cards to start, then add new cards as needed to build your credit.

If you’re one half of a married couple, the partner who has the strongest credit should be the one to apply for a loan. If your credit is poor, rebuilt it slowly by using a credit card cautiously and repaying the balance religiously. Once both of you have good credit scores, you can jointly apply for loans that evenly share your debt.

If you want a measure of security in your financial situation, put a specified amount of money every week or month into a savings account. If you do this, you can use your own money to cushion against unforeseen financial problems without having to take out a loan. You should save as much as you can, even if it is not possible to contribute a lot each month.

If you take advantage of online banking and bill paying, see what kinds of alerts you can set up with your bank. Many banks will send emails or texts when there is activity reported on your account. You can avoid erroneous charges and overdraft fees by signing up for automated account notifications and warnings.

A lot of people spend serious money every week on their state lottery. Invest that money for your future instead. That way, you’ll increase income over time instead of throwing money down the drain.

True Value

An individual that is fully aware of the true value of his or her possessions is far less likely to discard a valuable item or sell it for an unsuitably low price. If someone sells a classic piece of furniture for its true value, rather than throwing it out, their personal finances stand to improve.

Your highest interest card should be the first that you pay off. This saves you big money and will leave you with the smaller interest rates to deal with. With credit card companies poised to raise rates again, this can be a wise move.

Take a hard look at how you think about your money and make your financial decisions. If you want better finances, you have to understand your money strategy. Write down your feelings about money, and consider your choices that you have made in the past. You’ll be better equipped to get past this and get into better habits in the future.

Put a small amount into savings on a daily basis. Forgo store brands for generic brands, and check out which food items are on sale. Be willing to substitute food that’s on sale.

Less Stressed

Taking the time to manage your finances will bring stability to your life, and help you achieve more things. When you have your finances in tact, you will feel less stressed in general. When you are less stressed you will be able to think about other areas of your life rather than stressing about money.

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CDC Director Resigns Following Public Exposure of Tobacco Investments

By Dr. Mercola

In 2016, evidence emerged showing Barbara Bowman, Ph.D., then-director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s (CDC) Division for Heart Disease and Stroke Prevention, assisted a Coca-Cola representative in efforts to influence World Health Organization officials to relax recommendations on sugar limits.1 Just two days after her betrayal of the public trust was exposed, Bowman vacated her post.2

Dr. Brenda Fitzgerald took her place, but it didn’t take long before we learned the newly instated CDC director also had a long history of collaborating with Coca-Cola. 3,4 During her six-year stint as commissioner of Georgia’s department of public health, Fitzgerald received $1 million5 in funding from the company to combat childhood obesity.

At the time of her appointment to CDC director, Jim O’Hara, director of health promotion policy at the Center for Science in the Public Interest stated,6 “We hope Dr. Fitzgerald, as head of CDC, avoids partnering with Coke on obesity for the same reason she would avoid partnering with the tobacco industry on lung cancer prevention.”

In a twist of irony, Politico7 recently exposed Fitzgerald’s tobacco investments, which led to her handing in her resignation a day later. Spokesman Matt Lloyd issued a public statement saying, “Fitzgerald owns certain complex financial interests that have imposed a broad recusal limiting her ability to complete all of her duties as the CDC director.”

Sen. Patty Murray, D-Washington, commented on the situation, saying, “It is unacceptable that the person responsible for leading our nation’s public health efforts has, for months, been unable to fully engage in the critical work she was appointed to do.”

Flagrant Conflicts of Interest at the CDC

Are there truly no qualified individuals who do not have deep ties to industry available to fill the highest posts within the CDC? Is seems rather remarkable that two CDC directors in a row have been caught maintaining such obvious conflicts of interest.

The discovery of Fitzgerald’s investments in a Japanese tobacco company was made possible by the 2012 law introduced by Rep. Louise Slaughter, D-New York, which prohibits insider trading by government employees. The law requires full disclosure of financial trades made by government employees, including Congressional members, and this is how Politico discovered Fitzgerald’s purchase of tobacco stocks.

In a statement, Slaughter said, “This episode is exactly why I wrote this law … The American people deserve to know whether federal officials are upholding the public trust and adhering to the highest ethical standards, or using their powerful positions to enrich themselves.” In this case, Fitzgerald reportedly owned stocks in no less than five different tobacco companies, plus drug companies, when she was appointed CDC director. As part of her ethics agreement, she sold those stocks when accepting her new position.

But then, mere months into the job, she went and bought stocks in Japan Tobacco International (JTI), one of the largest tobacco companies in the world. She also bought stocks in a dozen other health-related companies, including Merck, Bayer, Humana and U.S. Foods Holding Corp.

She’s also been criticized for being slow to sell off other, earlier investments that were preventing her from fulfilling her professional duties. As reported by Politico, she was unable to provide Congressional testimony on at least three separate occasions due to financial conflicts of interest.8 Two of those hearings involved cancer detection and the opioid epidemic.

It’s really hard to imagine someone can reach this level of power and be so clueless about ethics. Smoking is a leading cause of preventable death in the U.S., so clearly, investing in a tobacco company is going to be at odds with your professional duty as the leader of the CDC. Just last November Fitzpatrick issued a CDC statement reinforcing the agency’s determination to “continue to use proven strategies to help smokers quit and to prevent children from using any tobacco products.”9

Vaping Technology — Hardly a Viable Smoking Cessation Tool

Interestingly, JTI’s emerging product line is primarily focused on vaping products,10,11 which are increasingly being marketed as tools to quit smoking regular cigarettes. One wonders whether this might have influenced Fitzpatrick’s decision to invest in this company. Such ponderings are entirely speculative of course, but the fact remains that while marketed as a smoking cessation tool, emerging evidence suggests vaping and electronic cigarettes are just as harmful, if not more harmful, than regular cigarettes.

Just last year, the CDC warned that e-cigarette use among children is a growing health concern. At present, e-cigarettes are the most commonly used form of tobacco by American youth and young adults. A significant draw for youngsters is the fact that vaping pens and e-cigarettes can be used to smoke all sorts of flavored concoctions, from bubble gum and watermelon to chocolate.

So, for Fitzgerald to state a public oath to fight use of tobacco products among children, and then purchase stocks in a company whose chief new product line is focused on kid-friendly vaping technology seems insincere at best.

At worst, her connection with JTI might eventually have led to her downplaying harms of vaping, or worse, endorsing its use as a smoking cessation tool based on flawed or biased science by the industry. Again, this is all speculation, and since Fitzpatrick has stepped down, the point is moot anyway. I’m speculating merely to draw attention to the very real dangers these kinds of conflicts of interest can create.

Tobacco Industry Invented Fake News

As noted in a recent STAT news article, product defense reporting is an old “fake news” tactic perfected by the tobacco industry decades ago, and while the tobacco industry no longer tries to defend cigarette smoking, you can see the same whitewash tactics being used to promote vaping as a safe alternative. Writer and former investigator for the U.S. Senate Finance Committee, Paul D. Thacker, describes how the tobacco industry invented and mastered the use of fake news to postpone the industry’s ultimate demise:12

“I fell into this world back in 2005, while working as an editor for the news section of Environmental Science & Technology … After … digging through the tobacco archive, I wrote a story about Steven J. Milloy, a columnist for FoxNews.com who ran a website called JunkScience.com and headed a shady organization called The Advancement of Sound Science Coalition (TASSC).

In a 1993 letter, the public relations firm APCO explained how it launched TASSC ‘to expand and assist Philip Morris in its efforts with issues in targeted states in 1994’ …

My reporting led me to a fleet of industry-friendly scientists and writers who had the habit of pooh-poohing the potential dangers of products, dismissing studies finding possible harm, and attacking the FDA … Financial ties between tobacco and pharmaceutical companies weakened smoking cessation efforts, and the tobacco companies often sought to obscure their role in media campaigns by partnering with other industries to attack government regulation and independent research …

In a tobacco company’s budget, a line item for Steven J. Milloy showed that he was on the tobacco payroll while also writing columns that disparaged the science of secondhand smoke … As a way to defend industry from government regulation, corporate advocates routinely referred to studies published in Regulatory Toxicology and Pharmacology … On the journal’s website, I was somehow admitted to the society’s member’s only section.

While scanning the minutes of its meetings, I noted that they were held in the offices of a law firm that defended companies from scrutiny by the FDA. Many members of the journal’s board had strong ties to the tobacco, pharmaceutical, and agrochemical industry. Indeed, a recent study of the journal called into question the many dubious papers it has published on tobacco.”

Newsweek Publishes Industry Propaganda Without Disclosing Conflicts of Interest

Disturbingly, popular news sources such as Newsweek and USA Today still choose to peddle this kind of industry propaganda. In a recent post, U.S. Right to Know (USRTK) asks, “Why are Newsweek and USA Today so willing to let special interests mislead their readers?”13

Last year, Henry Miller was fired by Forbes magazine when it was revealed an article published in his name had been written almost entirely by Monsanto. Fast-forward just a few months, and on January 19, 2018, Newsweek ran an article by Miller with the headline “The Campaign for Organic Food Is a Deceitful, Expensive Scam.”14,15

In this obvious hit piece aimed at invalidating the organic industry to protect chemical technology giants like Monsanto, Miller attacks New York Times reporter Danny Hakim’s writings, saying Hakim failed to do his homework before writing about genetic engineering. However, what people don’t realize — because Miller doesn’t reveal it, and Newsweek editors didn’t add it — is that Miller has a very personal gripe against Hakim.

Hakim was the reporter who revealed Monsanto wrote Miller’s Forbes article. Miller mentions none of that, nor does he disclose his collaborations with Monsanto. The fact that Newsweek let this lack of disclosure slide is disconcerting. The fact that they published anything by Miller at all is astounding, considering his reputation as an independent expert on GMOs has been soundly demolished. It’s now a well-known fact that Miller speaks for the chemical technology industry. As noted by USRTK:16

“Monsanto’s fingerprints were all over Miller’s Newsweek article … Miller used pesticide industry sources to make false claims about organic farming and attacked people who were named on a target list that had been developed by Monsanto and Jay Byrne, Monsanto’s former director of corporate communications, who was quoted in Miller’s piece with no mention of the Monsanto affiliation. None of this appears to bother Newsweek Opinion Editor Nicholas Wapshott, according to an on-the-record email exchange.”

That email exchange is too extensive for me to copy here, but I recommend you read it. It’s rather remarkable. In a nutshell, Wapshott chooses to print Miller’s propaganda because he’s met the man and “he seems genuine.”

USA Today Provides Platform for Industry Front Group

In a similar vein, USA Today recently published information furnished by the American Council on Science and Health (ACSH) — a well-known front group (among those in the know) for several of the most harmful industries on the planet, including fracking, tobacco and agrichemicals — without disclosing any of these ties to readers. As noted by USRTK:17

“In February 2017, two dozen health, environmental, labor and public interest groups wrote to the editors of USA Today asking the paper to stop publishing science columns by the ACSH, or at least provide full disclosures about who funds the group …

ACSH spins science on fracking, e-cigarettes, toxic cosmetics and agrichemical … products, and solicits funding from those industries in exchange. Recent reporting establishes that ACSH works with Monsanto on messaging campaigns.”

USA Today editorial page editor Bill Sternberg responded saying that Alex Berezow, who wrote the piece in question, is considered “a credible voice on scientific issues,” citing the fact that Berezow has been on the paper’s board of contributors since 2011, holds a Ph.D. in microbiology, founded RealClearScience and is a contributor to many mainstream news outlets. The problem is, Berezow is also a senior fellow at ACSH, yet readers are not informed of this or the conflicts of interest inherent in this connection.  

It’s truly unfortunate, but as noted by investigative reporter Sharyl Attkisson, author of “Stonewalled,” investigative journalism has taken a backseat to corporate propaganda and news skewed to favor a particular corporate viewpoint. Another book that takes you on a deep dive into the murky waters of corporate-based influence is “Whitewash: The Story of a Weed Killer, Cancer, and the Corruption of Science,” written by lifelong journalist and former Reuters reporter Carey Gillam.

As noted by both Attkisson and Gillam, the main problem we face today is the fact that corporate interests have been allowed to trump public safety. Publishing articles by industry mouthpieces like Miller and ACSH without disclosing readily apparent conflicts of interest keeps this dangerous status quo in place.

Revolving Door Between Big Pharma and Federal Agencies Keep Spinning

In related news, Kaiser Health notes that hundreds of individuals have “glided through the ‘revolving door’ that connects the drug industry to Capitol Hill and the Department of Health and Human Services [DHHS].”18 One of the latest is Alex Azar, former president of Eli Lilly and Company, who stepped into the position of HHS Secretary on January 24. As noted by NPR:19

“In that role, he'll oversee the Food and Drug Administration [FDA], which regulates prescription drugs including those produced by his former employer. He'll also oversee Medicare and Medicaid, which together spend hundreds of billions of dollars each year on prescription medications.”

According to Kaiser Health News’ investigation, nearly 340 former congressional staffers are now employed either by drug companies or their lobbying firms, and more than a dozen former drug company employees are now sitting on Capitol Hill and in various health care policy committees. Some of the most recent examples, aside from Azar, include:

Scott Gottlieb, former venture capitalist “with deep ties to the pharmaceutical industry,” now FDA Commissioner

Keagan Lenihan, former lobbyist for the drug distributor McKesson, now senior counselor to Azar

John O’Brien, former PhRMA lobbyist, now deputy assistant secretary of health policy for HHS Planning and Evaluation

Mary-Sumpter Lapinski, former lobbyist for Bristol-Myers Squibb, now counselor for the HHS secretary’s office

As noted by Jock Friedly, founder and president of LegiStorm20 (a congressional directory app that provides real-time data and alerts on congressional hearings, town hall gatherings and more): “Who do they really work for? Are they working for the person who is paying their bills at that moment or are they essentially working on behalf of the interests who have funded them in the past and may fund them in the future?”

While there may be rare exceptions, more often than not, professional relationships are not easily severed, and favors large and small tend to be expected from, and granted by, old colleagues. Add in the hope or promise of a financial reward, and it’s easy to see how public interests end up being sacrificed. There are no easy answers to these problems, but exposing the truth is a crucial step in the corrective process.

from HealthyLife via Jake Glover on Inoreader https://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2018/02/13/tobacco-investment-revealed-director-resigns.aspx