#but i couldn't get into a bar or anything unless they were weird

[cicadaland]

I wish men flirting with other men wasn't seen as a joke or a threat by society in general. The only way i could really get in on that is either during a pride parade (maybe) or if i went to a gay bar which i cant do because i don't have an id (not a fake one I mean).

[nonotnolan]

Spring Break

Simon let out a deep sigh as he dropped Aiden's bookbag onto the floor of his dorm room. "Alright, man, you're all set," he said, giving Aiden a friendly nod. "I've taken the last of your mid-term final exams. Unless there's anything else you needed for me to do while I'm in your body, we're clear to swap back."

The first time Aiden had approached him, offering $200 to swap bodies for an exam... Simon had thought it was some sort of prank. The magical amulet was very real, as it turned out. How Aiden had found the item was unclear, but Simon had quickly learned that Aiden had no moral qualms about inhabiting other people's bodies. He was the fifth generation in a long line of successful businessmen, and so the expectation that money could buy anything he wanted had been hard-coded into Aiden's personality. After all, it bought him admission to a prestigious college and membership into one of the most competitive fraternities. Why couldn't money also buy you the expertise that you needed to succeed?

He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "I... actually, I did have a proposition for you," he said, avoiding eye contact. Ever since Aiden had learned that Simon was a gay man, he had been requesting that their quick academic swaps last longer and longer. Aiden was still in the closet, and living Simon's life for an evening allowed him to experience the life he wanted to live while still maintaining his straight-laced reputation.

Simon crossed his arms in annoyance. "I mean, I was planning on spending most of my Spring Break playing video games, but I know you're going to make it worth my time. What were you thinking, the first weekend?"

"The graduating seniors of my fraternity always book an eight day excursion out to the Hamptons. My proposal is that you would attend the trip in my stead."

"Jesus fuck, Aiden!' he yelled, taking a moment to process what he had just heard. "Eight days? Are you serious? This is the first time we'll be swapped for more than 12 hours, and you're just giving me a whole-ass week? What happens if your brothers get suspicious?"

Aiden just rolled his eyes. "Please, we both know I'm massively unpopular in the fraternity. They'll probably find you to be an improvement. Father allocated $20,000 for the week, plus travel and lodging. Anything you don't spend is yours to keep. What do you say?" Seeing his own body make Aiden's characteristic smarmy grin was still a really weird experience.

"I... Jesus, dude..." Simon would never be able to understand Aiden's detachment from the value of money. "I still can't believe you want to be me so badly. I mean... okay, look... that's tempting as hell, but... it was weird enough knowing that you've taken my body out to the bar scene. I don't know if I'm comfortable letting you live my life for over a week. What if you run into someone I know?"

"Oh, I wasn't planning to stay around here," he said, growing more excited as he began to sway Simon. "I've been preparing this trip for a few months by withdrawing Father's allowance and saving it up in case you said yes. If you give me your body for a week, I'll be flying out to San Francisco. Anyway, don't sell yourself short, this body is fantastic."

Simon shook his head in disbelief. "I mean... I want to argue, but I'd have to be an idiot to leave that much money sitting on the table. Alright, you've bought yourself a Spring Break trip." He picked Aiden's bag back up off the ground as he mentally steeled himself for a week in the life of an out-of-touch social scion. "Alright... do I need any extra information to pull this off, or...?"

Aiden hopped to his feet and wrapped him in an awkward bear hug. "Oh, you're the best. I'll forward you the trip reservations, and I'll change the PIN to my debit card so that you can just use that. See you in a week!"

"Yeah... see you in a week..." Simon echoed. He pulled out Aiden's phone, and scrolled down to the one person in the Fraternity who knew about Simon's secret, Aiden's roommate Grant. "You were right," he said, once Grant picked up the phone. "Aiden offered a swap over Spring Break and it was too good to turn down."

"Hah! Called it!" Grant said, with a triumphant laugh. "I told you you he would. I made certain to emphasize how much pussy all of us were going to be chasing out in the Hamptons, just in case he was on the fence about it."

Simon couldn't help but laugh. "Aiden really hasn't figured out that you're gay after all this time, has he?"

"Of course not, that would involve him paying attention to someone other than himself. And it had better stay that way-- dude's annoying enough without him having some sort of puppy dog crush on me. Anyway, I hope you're ready for a week of rampant debauchery in the Hamptons. Aiden's body is sexy as fuck when literally anyone else is inside of it. And we both know how sexy my body is."

The incoming text message was the only reason Simon realized that Grant had already hung up, but he was not about to complain about receiving a pic like that.

[vyloy]

Albert x reader dubcon pls :)))))

Albert James Moriarty

╰┈➤tw: dub-con, sub bottom male reader, kidnapping.

"Sherlock, you really have to focus on getting rid of *them*!", you say, a bit irritated due to how distracted he has been these past couple of months, it was all because of this one individual, William James Moriarty, an interesting fellow, although you have done your homework on him and his brothers, you weren't able to discover anything weird about them other than the fact they all made it out of a burning mansion with each other and nobody else, odd but not odd enough to tip you off. "I am! Just let me figure this out...And you're one to talk when you're always distracted by the brunette anyways", he says, not even turning around to face you, you were offended but couldnt deny the fact you've been interested in Albert but you've always focused on finding the brothers unlike Sherlock who has been focusing so much time on reading the newspapers about the crime lord or whatever, you understand it's important but not as important as the Moriartys quite literally sending a letter addressing the both of you, "Sherlock Holmes, we need to go", you say sternly, grabbing your coat and heading out in the dead of night, knowing Sherlock would follow you sooner or later.

Walking down the streets of London, you could hear the crawing of crows, really odd, they never craw unless there's danger-

Just as you were thinking about it, a dark figure runs past the alleyway beside you, you pause, realizing you should have never came out at might, especially not alone, you tried to brush it off, showing no fear as you walked back to the apartment, just as you were about to arrive safely, someone grabs you from behind, "Hey!-", "shh, be quiet if you will", the very much familiar voice hushes you, you try to remember whose voice it belongs to but fail to remember and just remain quiet. After a couple minutes of just standing there quietly, not making a sound, not that you could make much, the hand covering your mouth would muffle any sound you would make - the mysterious voice lets go of you, setting you free, you turn to look at the person and found a pair of green eyes staring back at you, "My apologies Mr L/n for having to cover your mouth like that, we couldn't have you screaming", "we?", just as you asked the question, you black out, probably due to the drug that was on Albert's gloves.

When you awoke, you were in a luxurious room, definitely more luxurious than what you could ever afford. You examined the room, still processing what had just happened and also trying to figure out whose manor you were in, it wasn't too hard to figure out it was the Moriarty's due to Albert being the last person you saw before passing out cold. You get up and walk around, examining things closer, of course you checked the windows first, removing the curtains and seeing if you could escape, unfortunately the windows are barred up in a way you wouldn't be able to escape even if you tried. You then checked the desk across from the bed, an ink pen, a few papers and also a candle were placed neatly ontop of said desk, making it look clean, 'this room is extravagant...', you thought to yourself, almost forgetting the fact that you were kidnapped, you shook your head and regained your composure, a knock on the door catches your attention as you quickly ran to the bed, pretending to still be asleep and hoping whoever walks in won't realize. "Hm?", a man's voice is heard, footsteps slowly walking beside the bed, "still asleep..?", he whispers to himself and not a moment later, footsteps are walking further and further away from you and the door is shut. As you thought you were in the clear, you opened your eyes, getting up, only to see Albert still standing in the room, a smile on his face as he notices your 'now awake' figure, "good evening Mr L/n", his smile stays the same as his head tilts a bit towards the left.

5 days have passed since you first arrived at the manor, the food has been exceptionally good, everything was set up in a way you could still enjoy yourself despite being kidnapped. It was now night time, you were reading a book and writing down some important things to do after you get out as Albert sits beside you, much of his attention is towards you. Suddenly, you hear someone entering the manor, as they speak, you can hear that it's clearly Sherlock, it seems Albert also heard as he is nervously fidgeting his fingers, "Y/n, forgive me", was all he says before grabbing your wrist, smudging your hand writing and pushes you onto the bed, "Albert?", you say in a confusing voice, why would he even push you onto the bed? "Do cooperate", he says before suddenly attacking your neck, licking it before biting down, "ACK!?", you try pushing him off but he's too strong, "shh", he says, still leaning on your neck, his nose brushing up against your neck gets you flustered, "Albert..! stop this!", you try to yell at him but his hand covers your mouth, muffling any sound from you, you eventually give up trying to fight back, hearing voices getting near the room, you try your best to stay quiet as Albert continues to mark your neck, "I heard some voices from here", "that was probably your imagination, please take your business downstairs, it is very impolite to barge into someone's room", you hear the voices of Sherlock and William, they seem to be fighting even if they're not raising their voices. The handle shakes, making your heart drop for a second but then you realized it's locked and the footsteps start fading into the distance. Albert finally looks at you, "did that scare you?", not knowing how to put it into words, you simply nod. Thinking this was over, you tried getting up, only to be blocked by Albert's body, his hand grabbing your wrist as you try to hit him, "my apologies but you're simply too delectable", was all he said before pushing you down yet again, undoing his tie with a smirk on his face.

"O-oh, good evening!", you stutter and blush a bit, embarrassed as you were caught in the act. Albert walks towards the bed, sitting on the bed and he apologizes, "I am very sorry to have to inconvenience you, I'm sure you and Mr Holmes have figured it out by now that...", he lets you finish the sentence, "that the Moriartys are the ones behind the lord of crime", "precisely", "that still doesn't explain why you kidnapped me all of a sudden", you demanded an answer, why would they keep YOU locked up and not Sherlock?, "It's obvious Mr Holmes cares for you but it's also obvious he'll do anything to stop my brother from doing the ultimate sacrifice, we need you to be a distraction as we can't allow our plan to be ruined", "so I'm a hostage?", "emm, if you put it like that..", he smiles nervously, not knowing what to say as you have figured out what he was trying to sugarcoat, "how long will i be held hostage?", "until the plan succeeds, at least a week and a half", "alright, you won't harm him in any way, right?", you ask with an intimidating expression, enough to make Albert a little more nervous, "we won't", "alright then, i'm okay with this, if you keep your promise".

With him being stronger, you had a hard time resisting against his lust but you would be lying if you said you didnt enjoy it even a bit, "A-Albert stop", "I'm sorry but i don't think i'll be able to, darling", as that nickname left his mouth, you melted a bit, the way he said it was full of lust, so inviting. The two of you were now so lost in lust, you couldn't even think anymore, did you want this? You had no answer to that question, too lost in the moment, "Y/n...please cry my name", he says just as he enters you, making you scream a bit, it was so sudden, you never even realized he had prepared you with his fingers just a few moments ago, your mind was just blank, "Albert..stop, stop this!", you cried out, you still took him so well, your hole just so tight around his cock, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, your hole was inviting him, your cock dribbling with pre-cum, "please..", you continue to moan, not caring if others could hear your noises, this felt so wrong, having sex with your kidnapper, with the man involved in a string of murders and disappearances.

His voice was angelic, even if he was a demon right now, his moans were delicate, his groans were turning you on more than you'd like to admit, "It'll be okay, we'll be together", is the only thing he says before pumping your hole full of his cum, with just a few more thrusts, you also came, your chest full of cum and so was your hole, "A-Albert...", was all you said, you start to feel a bit light headed, Albert was there to support you, he pulls out and watches his cum seeping out of your hole, you were so full of his seed, "I'll show you so much more, stay with me Y/n".

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Taglist: @secretivemessenger @jkloserdazai @devilswhore-emrys

Been so busy these past few days, i keep saying i'm busy but it's true i promise😭 my s/o's birthday was a few days ago and i prepared so many stuff i felt like i would pass out

[a-libra-writes]

I saw your Lackadaisy headcanons and I couldn't be happier cause this fandom needs more love. Can you do one for Mordecai with a female reader who's love language is acts of services and physical touch. Like, she has almost no sense of personal space (she really doesn't mean to make him uncomfortable) and if absolutely FLUSTERS poor Mordecai especially when he becomes aware of his feelings after a SLOW burn built up. Thank you so much for the awesome work and keep it up ❤️

Ayo so I actually got like 2 other messages about a Pt.2 to the first Mordecai headcanons, so Im adding this onto that! Again for some reason this murdercat got away from me so its a long boy. I attempted to keep it organized ,, , ,

First order of business, Mitzi ships it.

Back when Atlas bought her that nifty camera, she didn't just take embarrassing photos of Mordecai. She got some pretty cute candid shots of you around the bar, and a kinda-blurry-but-not-too-bad photo of you and Mordecai outside the big cafe window, talking to each other and not aware you were being photographed. It's pretty artsy, if she says so herself. She tucks the photos in Mordecai's desk and directly hands you the silly ones she took of him.

Actually, she clocked your feelings early on, but figured he wasn't interested. Didn't seem like the kind of guy, which is a shame. You're a sweetie. She hadn't seen you both act any different for a long time, so maybe that crush fizzled out? But if you ever bring it up with Mitzi, she's your #1 support. She's gonna set you up nice and give you all sorts of tips that just ... fall flat. Jeez, she knew Mordecai was unapproachable, but is it really going to take this long ...?

Viktor also figured your feelings out (albeit later), but that ain't his business. You had odd taste, though. He thinks it's pretty funny when other people flirt with you and Mordecai's suddenly in a foul mood and doesn't understand why. At least you two aren't hanky panky or anything, eugh, and you keep your heads during firefights. Anytime Viktor tries to bring up the topic (which, granted, is like a grand total of three times), he's so round about and non-direct that you have no idea what he's getting at. Oh well.

(If the idea of you two being a couple is brought up with anyone else, they can scarcely believe it. You? With him? Good luck. Only Atlas seems to see it, though his employee's love lives aren't relevant unless it gets in the way of business.)

Actually, if you're a more exuberant and affectionate type, that just makes people question your taste in him even more. The first few interactions didn't go great - you touched him without thinking, like you do most people, and he flinched so hard it's like you hurt him. Second time he hissed. Right, you got the picture. You became more mindful and considerate of his personal space, that plus an apology goes a long way.

Once you both are more familiar and have more trust, you can put a hand on Mordecai's shoulder or back without him reacting much. You can even squeeze his shoulder if you're trying to be reassuring, or silently warning him. Sometimes you just say "Hey, I'm gonna touch you," and you fix his coat or check a bruise. He lets you get away with more than others because you ask first.

(Sometimes he feels bad for it - you'll rush to hug your friends and you're so happy in their embrace, then you bound over to him and clearly restrain yourself as you touch his arm.)

Eventually you ask for hugs - quick ones! Special occassions only! But sometimes you're obviously distressed so he just. Lets it happen, briefly. If this is before admitting any feelings to each other or even himself, it's brief. If this is many years into this weird sort-of-understanding-relationship thing you both have, he'll quietly hold you while you get your emotions out. It's the least he can do, it really is. Mordecai already feels like he isn't deserving of whatever this is, and moreso if you're clearly someone who needs and wants physical attention and comfort.

But he does try, in his way. He'll reach over and take your hand. He gets used to sitting shoulder to shoulder, your tails brushing each other, or letting you lean on him when you're both exhausted. He actually likes it quite a bit when you slightly lean as you read and he does paperwork. It's nice to have that solid warmth, and comfortable quiet.

Mordecai lives in the main building above the cafe, long after he could afford an apartment. More economical and practical, he reasons. If Atlas needs something, he's right there. When you begin inviting him to dinner at your place, very slowly, he starts lingering afterward. Mordecai tries to make it like it's because it's easier to do numbers there - better lighting, your place is quieter, and so on. Nevermind the warm dinner and the nice fire in the fireplace and some low music on the radio and you reading something while his pencil scratches the paper. It ... really brings up some old thoughts and memories.

You've gotten bits and pieces of his family history during these times, usually after you've shared some of his own first. Clearly he doesn't like talking about it. You don't push it. You just listen to what he volunteers, and thank him for listening to you in kind.

Note, he always goes home, no matter how late it is. You feel like it's one of those lines that'll be tough to cross. Hell, just inviting him over was tough at first. He walked into your living space just fine in the day, when he was waiting to pick you up for a job. There'd be some comments on the dust or some examining of your plants, but nothing odd. When he comes by for dinner, he's initially tense until he settles in, and eventually he's quite at ease. Over the years he brought several plants in because he always heard you're supposed to bring flowers for the host, but flowers die quickly, and besides this variety of ivy is different because --

(You end up with a tidy windowsill of houseplants, and start having to put some on your counters. Mordecai gets flustered and suggests maybe you should get rid of some, and you reply you absolutely won't. When he waits for you to get ready, he checks their water and pulls some dead leaves. Might as well, right?)

As expected, kissing and intimate touches will be slow-going. You start simple: a quick good-bye kiss on the cheek when he leaves your apartment in the evening. The first time, Mordecai's hairs stand on end and his tail poofs up but! He assures you it was fine. He's fine. When the bar's empty and he's heading out, you give a quick 'good luck' kiss before hurrying off. You initiate all of them until one day when you'te both walking to the car, covered in (someone else's) blood and debating something silly, and once there's a lull in the conversation he just. Leans over and kisses you. It's only lasts a few seconds, then he just pulls away, fixes his glasses and trips walks to the car.

You're a bit dazed the rest of the drive and he's just a mess of nerves.

After that you can give him kisses now and again, but he gets flustered easily and it’s definitely a private matter. It's only around Viktor that you can touch and fuss over Mordecai, but that only leads to the old man snorting and the two of them starting to argue. Viktor's pretty damn surprised you're both that close, though. How long has it been that way?

Oh, and then there's drunk Mordecai. Oh boy.

This has only happened like, two times, because he does not drink. Period, the end, close curtain. He knows how he gets and he hates it. It doesn't take much of whatever questionable piss whiskey to get him swaying and seeing double. He'll flop on your shoulder and ramble about you're so wonderful and he's really not sure why you like him, also could you stop moving the room, oh and he's killed a man for you, but nevermind that you're such a darling person --

He's so sloshed. The novelty starts to wear off when he's falling over and you're having to get him home because apparently Viktor did it last time. At least Mordecai's a bean pole. If he's drunk in your apartment, thank god, you can just pull him over to your room so he can sleep it off. He's still going on about who-knows-what while you take off his shoes and coat. What's this about murdering who for you? Whatever, he's probably confused. Probably.

(You sleep on the couch and at 7am sharp you're awakened by a loud THUNK and panicked shouting as he still-drunkedly tries to orient himself and figure out where the hell he is. Hes so humiliated by everything he just avoids you for several days.)

Oh, last thing.

Mordecai will kill someone for you. Period. No questions asked. Viktor would too, yes, but after explaining and questioning and he'd go with you and hide the body. Mordecai just does it. Abusive partner, debt collector, a rival gang member tailing you, whoever - they're done for. He doesn't bring it up until you ask questions.

[thechaoticscenejester]

New tadc au soon!!

The au:

⚠Trigger warning: Alcohol use, drugs, abuse⚠

Okay, I have no idea if this is already made or something but I had this idea that Caine was actually a human in the past.

This isn't a theory so there's like no evidence but in the au Caine was the father of Pomni, age 13, and, with his brother Able, was one of the CEO's of Caine & Able industries and they were working on tadc, a new vr game.

With all this work, he left Pomni (I have no name ideas) alone at home a lot. She was alone almost all the time and her mother couldn't even stand up unless it was to get another bottle.

One day, Caine left to work and never returned. Pomni was soon informed that he went missing at work. Even with an investigation, Caine was nowhere to be found. Soon, Pomni went to live with Able and her mother was arrested for child abvse.

Pomni, now age 15, was happy for a short while. Able was starting to act weird and it worried Pomni. Able was seemingly getting angry and more irritable. Pomni, having delt with her mother, knew not to bother him. With this ignorance, Pomni was able to do drvgs and Able never knew.

After years of neglectance, Pomni, now 20, moved out and took notice that Able seemed upset that she left. She shrugged it off and got a small apartment for herself. She soon got her life back on track but struggled to find a job.

She lived alone for 5 years until she got a call from Able. He asked her to come visit his job for opportunities and Pomni, needing a job, agreed and drove to C&A industries.

Able dazzled her and got her to come with him to the basement room to try the new vr set model. She had a bad feeling but didn't think he would do anything to her... why would he anyways?

When they went down and Able suddenly hit her on the side of the head with a metal bar, knocking her out. When she woke up, Able had tied her down and forced the headset onto her head.

When Pomni woke up, she woke up in the circus...

After math:

Eventually, Pomni finds out that Caine is her father and this sends her off. She remembers how he left her with an abvsive mother and then disappeared and snapped in front of everyone, Shocking them.

It basically went like this:

Caine feels bad and tries to make it up to Pomni and be a better father to her in the circus. He even tries to help her find the exit or a glitch in the code.

With this, chaos unfolds as Able enters the circus and Caine disappears again. This makes Pomni think that he's abandoning her again and it makes her stomach curl. Soon, the circus members find out what really happened to Caine. Pomni couldn't be more angry.

(Want more? Don't forget to leave a like or reblog! That will give me more motivation to continue)

[theadventurerslog]

Discworld | Part 8

Time to continue my exploration and gathering information on what it takes to be a hero. Next up I went to the Inn to see what was happening there now.

Inn:

New stuff outside!

We've got an inn/bar-keeper, a sailor, Gaspode the Wonder Dog who talks and his wooden man, I mean totally normally man and not a weird puppet? at all.

Gaspode was basically using the wooden man as a ventriloquist dummy and every time I tried to talk to the sailor Gaspode would take over there, too. I tried giving Gaspode the bone, but he just spat it out when I tried talking to the sailor and I lost it. I reloaded then left for now but would be back.

Street: Toy Shop: the toy bin had new toys: this time a dinosaur! Otherwise things were unchanged.

Dino.

I didn't find much else of interest in the Street areas, although the fishmonger was back and no longer being tormented, I mean loved on, by the toilet octopus.

Shades: Hovel: Found a knife in a bag of thief's tools.

House of Negotiable Affection: I chatted with one of the ladies there and found out a hero should have camel-flage (possibly a kind of perfume according to her?)

My last location in the city was the newly opened Sybil Ramkin's Dragon Sanctuary for swamp dragons which are far less dangerous than the current full dragon terrorizing the city. Swamp dragons are mostly a terror to themselves with their tendency to explode very easily.

I met her at the door after knocking but she told me to come round the back as she's feeding her darlings.

So to the dragon pens!

And this has gotta be a Monkey Island reference. "That's the second largest woman I've ever seen!"

Monkey Island: "That's the second biggest monkey head I've ever seen!"

Unless they're both referencing something else.

There were a few things to do here. I scooped up a nail and a leash. She seemed fine with me just taking the leash... Of course I had to examine all the dragons it would let me.

There was also a blue rosette and ribbon, but I couldn't grab it without Sybil chatting at me. It was a reward for one of her prize winning dragons. The dunnyking, er, custard king, was calling his custard blue ribbon custard, the best custard. So I figured there's a connection there.

I chatted with Sybil and discovered she WAS the woman at the barber's from early in the game as I wondered. I also learned of the swamp dragons' drive to eat anything that will help work their digestion up for flames but will often overdo it and explode. One of them sadly exploded during the conversation.

I moved on and decided to deal with the areas outside the city next.

I went to the woods only to find the barber still there still waiting on the girl ever coming to meet him. I didn't get anything else though. I next went to the Edge of the World, or rather I tried to but then things took a little diversion.

As Rincewind started to enter the water a big monster showed up.

By its many eyes and tentacles I can only assume it's meant to be a Thing from the Dungeon DImensions, which I'm not sure the game has mentioned yet or I may have forgotten. It's possible one of the wizards referred to it before. Either way, things weren't looking good for our wizard here until a giant hand suddenly came down and scooped him away leaving him in a tight place.

Then I was shown a scene of the gods in Dunmanifestin. The gods were arguing about cheating and trying to swap dice. The God, Offler seems to be planning another meeting with one of his monks. This was all, I assume, meant to be in reference to some events in the first books, but it felt like it came from nowhere in this game and would probably confuse players who hadn't read The Colour of Magic... I guess it's a note that the gods are watching and life on the Disc is all a game to them. Certainly, Rincewind's fate is.

Anyway, after a bit of back and forth it had turned out Lady Luck (I assume her) had whisked away Rincewind and stashed him in her bosom... She released him again and placed him back on the Disc.

Then I was back to my own devices and continued on my way to the Edge of the World where I found nothing new.

After all of that diversion and potential foreshadowing, there's really nothing to do but carry on business as usual. I moved onto the mountain pass, but found nothing there either, so I continued on to Nanny Ogg's place. She's home now and was knitting.

By examining a very long winding string of wool, Rincewind started following it until finding a hatch that led out back where I found a mallet and a sheep!

Aside from getting the mallet and appreciating the sheep I wasn't sure what else to do here, so I made note of Her Wooliness and took off again.

Cue another wander and fiddling with items while I tried to figure out what to do next and what I might have missed.

I went again to the inn, and tried the bone again, but still resulted in Gaspode spitting it back out with no further hints. So, I left and went to the dungeon to see if I could get another bone. That wasn't a problem and while I was there I took another look at the mouse-hole. Just like way back when I was trying to get an imp, I tied the twine to the worm and set the worm on the hole. A rat came out and Rincewind caught it.

Examining and using it revealed it had a zipper on its back and was actually just a rat costume for... an imp! Or possibly the same imp! So I've got the imp back for the camera.

I realized I forgot to go to the brotherhood's hideout when I was doing my city sweep, so I went there, did the usual password at the door and got handed a custard tart. I will never be free of custard.

Back at Nanny Ogg's I took a photo of the sheep.

I went back to Sybil's and this time figured out how to get the blue rosette by knocking at the front door to summon Sybil then leaving her without saying anything to go back to the pens and snag the ribbon before she came back. I've had that framed octopus picture for ages. I was able to put the sheep picture in it instead... I look forward to seeing what that'll be used for. I went again to the toy shop thinking maybe I could somehow glue the blue ribbon? Get it to stick to the custard tart container? I dunno. That didn't work but I realized, sticky! I needed something sticky to keep Gaspode from spitting out the bone. And so I glued up the bone. That would hopefully solve my problem with Gaspode.

Yeah, the gluey bone kept Gaspode from spitting it back out, so I was able to talk to the sailor without interference this time. He wanted some milk but I was able to get some from the barkeep then he talked.

He told me some tales about Amazon women, but also, importantly the topic of his tattoo came up. However, he won't say where he got it until his parrot, Polly, is found. He gave me a whistle to summon the parrot.

The only place I've seen birds is at the edge of the world, so I went back there again and with the whistle was able to summon Polly. He stayed in the air and like a stereotypical parrot, he did the ol' Polly want a cracker. I didn't have crackers, but I had a firecracker... I launched it at him knocking him into the water, but still out of reach. He's fine just a bit stunned. I tried the butterfly net and Rincewind did do an animation with it reaching out, but it couldn't reach.

I hit a point of just trying stuff on stuff. I thought maybe the snake might be involved somehow? Since it's long? Turned out I could stiffen it with starch and make it longer with the fertilizer for an extremely long stiff snake with magic markings and even with a knob on the end.

It didn't work for extending the butterfly net, but a knob on the end brings a wizard's staff to mind and Windle still had one, so I went back to UU. And swapped his staff again.

I got an extending stick which I could attach to my butterfly net and I caught the parrot at last.

Triumphant, I brought him back to the sailor only to discover that I had dropped his whistle. Now, something had gone by when I was catching Polly and I guess that must have been the whistle and I didn't realize. That was his handcrafted Hublander whistle from his mother, so now he was too distraught to talk still and I had to go back and find the whistle that was swept over the edge of the world.

At first I thought with the fork there looking like part of a slingshot maybe I'd need to launch something. Like maybe one of the birds had scooped the whistle or caught a fish that caught the whistle as the game had made a point that the birds catch fish going over the edge.

With that in mind I thought of the rubber belt as part of the dunnyking's machine. I was able to use the knife to cut away the belt and get it. Unfortunately, that wasn't the answer.

I needed to use the magic hat with the endless ribbons. That led to a ribbon rope going over the edge that I was able to use to climb down.

Part way down I had another run-in with Death who's just watching as usual as it's not time yet, but he dropped some more foreshadowing for seeing Rincewind again in the Square...

Then I climbed further down to end up on the shell of the Great A'Tuin itself, the world turtle.

The whistle was just lying on the shell and I was able to grab it. I didn't see anything else but hopefully didn't miss anything. I left anyway.

After all that, I was able to finally find out how to get a tattoo: go to the barber. That's it. I suspected it'd be him.

Except, he's still waiting for the girl. I stopped by his shop just in case and it was a good thing I did as I had missed a pair of scissors and an appointment book with nice big pages. I brought the book to the milkmaid/actress to get her to sign it which she did.

I then went to see the barber in the woods who was too busy thinking about her to come back, but with the signed appointment book was convinced she would come in for an appointment, so he went back.

Finally, I thought. Before I went back, since I had to pass through the City Gate anyway, I talked to Nobby again now I had collected a bunch of information about what a hero needs. I was able to try different combos of things to get the odds again and confirm what I learned.

Trying everything resulted in odds too high. It's gotta be exactly 1 million. The combination I'll need is:

Magic Talisman

Mustache

Birthmark

Magic Book

Camo-flage

Sword that goes ting

Six items again. I'm hoping the dragon summoning book counts as the magic book, though, so that I only need to find five items and I was well on the way for the birthmark as that's what the tattoo would cover.

So, I moved on to the barber and talked with him. He went into somewhat graphic detail about giving a tattoo and Rincewind chickened out. However, he offered another suggestion: a temporary transfer fake tattoo. His son gets them with bubblegum. His son is the lovable street starfish. And so this all continues...

I went to talk to the street urchin, but he wouldn't just give me one because he's collecting them.

So I needed to figure out some way to get it from him while he's holding it up being all taunting. Or I need to do something to him before that stage. I don't know, but the steps to get this tattoo feel never-ending and that's just one of the items.

I also talked to the old folks again while I was in the square in case they had anything helpful. I had the option to ask about the magic talisman that I must not have checked back on with them. They suggested the "Eye of Offler" in the secret temple of Offler. Only the bravest, most fantastic adventurer could stand a chance of finding out where the temple is. I figured on that braggart in the Broken Drum.

So, my next steps will be to take a last look at my current stuff with this street urchin and then if nothing works there, start pursuing the Temple of Offler in hopes that maybe I'll find something helpful along the way.

Hopefully next time will come much progress on getting these items.

Argh!!!

[wack-ashimself]

I'll give it to Star Trek: Picard...

Season 1 was pretty solid. Well written, acted , everything.

Season 2 started off fucking terrible. I watched....3 episodes, and instantly went 'I'm not gonna watch anything but the finale.'

So that's what I did. Spoilers of the whole fucking thing.

And in the recap in the last episode of the season, there was only 1 thing I missed: Picard's mom killed herself and he found her body (and he forgot it intentionally). But the other 5 episodes were basically fucking filler. I am HAPPY I skipped them.

The finale of the season, tho, made almost the entire season worth it.

Cuz the season started with the borg queen infecting the ships at some random ass place in space & playing a weird song. So Picard blows it up. Q (a god) sends them to the an alternative present where the human race is nazis against all other species. They go back into the past with the help of THAT alternative's borg queen, she infects the genius doctor, and eventually steals their ship, leaving them stranded in the past. The alternative present was caused by Picard's decedent not going into space, and creating love in the universe (or some bull shit like that. Seriously, it was pretty fucking lame story wise). Anyways, they do help his decedent into space, Picard remembers his broken past and that weird song the borg queen was playing, and a dying Q sends them back to their future. Picard stops the blowing up of the ship because he realizes that borg queen was their smart doctor who was infected (which was kinda lame too; if she would have just showed them her face, they kinda would've known, but then this ENTIRE season would not have mattered). The weird ass song reminded Picard. She says yup, it's me, I'm not evil, I have been waiting 400 years (tho if she could have sent them into the past, in the SHIP SHE STOLE, why couldn't she of figured out how to go to the future?), and she needed all of them there to stop a (I loved this term) 'Galactic threat'. Giant laser from a black hole (cuz I guess they aim now.) She saved billions of lives (the BORG!)

I loved this because it did not even really tease that this was supposed to happen, they outright say 'you were DESTINED to go to the past, to create THIS future (and in turn, save it).' I'm not one who likes destiny, fate, or predetermined things, but this was well woven.

-one of them stays in the past and the kid he helps raise saves the fucking oceans by stuff found on another planet Picard's decdent's space flight found. And he and his wife make a mass free healthcare organization. That changes the world!!

-I forgot her name (cuz she was not at all a big part) Whoppi Goldburg's other immortal not only needed saving by Picard in the past, but because of it, she saved him (thru the series) tons of time, KNEW IT the whole time, and couldn't tell him cuz it would fuck things up. She even had pics of the guy who stayed in the past HANGING IN HER BAR! You KNOW that was in the first episode before they went into the past. Great foreshadowing (can't really see it well tho).

-the smart doctor HAD to go to the past, HAD to get infected with borg, HAD to organize Picard and the fleet at there, at that moment, in the future, and HAD to have him fully trust her to save a huge section of the universe! Like, WOW. THAT IS FATE/DESTINY. Sucks tho cuz I'm sure she didn't want to be infected, just got used to it.

-(this is the main theme, which was lame but...) Picard had to go to the past, relive his past there, to get thru trauma so 'he wouldn't die alone like Q.' Seriously, THAT was the main take away from the WHOLE season. Why Q did everything. Everybody dies alone unless you're taking them with you, dumbass.

-Because of all their involvement, the other evil doctor had to not only to be crushed and exposed to his daughter, but his daughter introduced to the watchers.

This is one of the few shows where basically what you do is inevitable, I guess. I don't like that. Feels like you have no real control in a way, since it was always going to happen that way.

Either way, great ending, nice tease at the final season, and nice twisting the borg to be good.

However, this could have been a fucking mini series, or tv event. You did NOT need even HALF of those episodes. Campy. That's is what I felt in the first 3 episodes...

So season 3 better be fucking good...it's your last chance.

[ramblingandwritings]

Dante fluff alphabet

Slight suggestive theme in this one. Also I'm getting sick of tumblr messing with my formatting time after time

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He personally likes grimy dive bars and he'll find a dark corner table to sit at. Of course your chair is his lap but no one in there is gonna comment on it

If you don't want to go anywhere, then Dante will get a blanket and cuddle with you on the couch. He'll put on a cheesy horror movie marathon to watch until you both pass out

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Just tolerating and loving him is appreciated. He wouldn't ever expect someone to stay with him longterm, especially after seeing all the hurt and trauma hidden under his goofy exterior

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Anyplace, anytime, any position. Just say the word

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

As long as you're both alive, he's more than happy. He doesn't feel like he can ask for much more than that without it biting him in the ass somehow

E= Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

He's actually rather relaxed regarding most choices. The only time he really steps up is if he knows you're tired of making decisions or if it's something incredibly serious that needs his involvement

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

If he was ever put into a position where he could settle down and not put everyone around him in danger, then he would in a heartbeat. He's unlikely to ever be that lucky and he knows it plus he might be a bit too old for any of that now anyway

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He gives you random trinkets everytime he goes out without you. You'll get everything from weird demonic charms to postcards

Dante doesn't expect you to get him anything but he loves weapons and good booze. If you're willing to buy him a girly mag then he just loves you more

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He'll gladly hold your hand, as long as you aren't in danger. If you're walking down the street holding hands then he'll swing your arm until you tell him to knock it off

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them or the other way around?)

He starts actually taking care of himself, slowly gets rid of his more self destructive habits and makes sure the utilities stay on in the shop

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

He comes across as being incredibly confident in your relationship and in some ways, he is. But he sees himself as a freak, and anytime someone he views as a threat gets flirty then he starts getting upset. When he was young, he'd probably start a fight over it and break someone's nose. Now that he's older he sulks around the shop until it clicks with him that you're with him for a reason and if you were gonna walk out, you would've already done it. That's enough comfort for him now

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser?)

He's damn good but he leans heavily towards the sloppy side unless there's only time for a quick peck. Nobody wants to be in the same room as you two if he goes in for what Dante considers a proper kiss, there's always a lot of tongue and shared spit involved

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

At night, when he thinks you're already asleep in his arms. He lacked the confidence to say it to you in the day, too afraid of any possible rejection or discomfort. He knew it was unlikely but he still couldn't choke it out then

To his surprise and joy, after he made his quiet confession, he heard you sleepily reciprocate his love. He just holds you tighter and basks in the response

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

He proposes on impulse after walking past a quarter machine with rings inside. He eventually buys you a proper engagement ring to replace the incredibly cheap one

He's fine just going to the courthouse and signing the papers because he knows the second the words "marriage" "wedding" or "party" are said, Patty will magically appear with several big plans. In fact, if you say the name Patty in the courthouse while he's signing the papers, you can watch him desperately look for the nearest window to hurl himself out of

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

Baby, babe, sweetie and honey. He'll jokingly refer to you as the ball and chain but if anyone else says it then he gets annoyed

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's obvious to anyone that regrettably has eyes or ears. He doesn't even try to hide it, he'll keep his hand in your back pocket or you on his lap or he'll sit on your lap. You cold? Here take his jacket. You need money? Well then he'll beg, steal or borrow if he doesn't have it on him. Landlord problems? They won't be bugging you after he scares the piss out of them

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Are they rather shy when others are watching?)

He seriously lacks the concept of shame. He'll keep an arm around your waist walking down the street and put his tongue down your throat publicly in an alleyway

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

He has a pretty good sense of direction from years of traveling

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

He's fully cliché and he embraces it

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

It takes him a while to fully open up about his childhood and his trauma slowly trickles out more year after year. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just hard to talk about

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It takes about six months for a relationship to actually happen after weeks of flirting and tension. He was nervous about being with someone at first

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner?)

Dante's not a mind reader but he can tell when you're lying or uncomfortable in a second. He remembers small details even if he never mentions them

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He's not ready to stop being a demon hunter, so if you ever give him an ultimatum regarding it then it's bad news bears

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

He loves winter because it means you can share hot cocoa and cuddle up under blankets without overheating

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Boy, does he! Everyone else is disgusted by it, you've been told to get a room before. He doesn't care and anyone outside the shop won't say anything a second time after he glares at them if they have a brain

Z = Zeal  (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

If you ever get stuck in hell then he's going through a portal after you without even blinking or thinking twice. No plan needed, he's ripping and tearing until it's done

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I just want to give the kid in Scruffy!verse a cookie and cuddles. Can we figure out how to do that? Please?

Bruce studied the scotch in his glass- he rarely drank but. Today, he didn't want to deal with the guilt. Or the pain.

It was too big. Too raw.

Every contingency he'd ever had, had failed.

Jason was gone.

"Sir," Alfred said crisply.

"Alfred?" He didn't look up. He just watched the firelight play on the facets of the glass.

"Have you seen Y/N since-"

"No," he said flatly. He couldn't face you. He couldn't even look at you at the funeral. But he knew you were there, hugging Jason's teddy bear to your chest like you weren't 15 but a much younger child, rocking, your arms wrapped around yourself. Seeking comfort but having no one to turn to for it. "Why?"

"She's not been seen in a while," Alfred said carefully.

"Are you telling me you think she's on drugs?"

Alfred shot a meaningful look towards his glass. Even if he was sipping at it and it was his second over the course of a couple hours... You lived in a world where drugs and alcohol were easy to get hold of. And no one would bat an eye to see you buying them- they'd either assumed you'd given in or had been forced to buy for your parents.

Bruce nodded slowly. You weren't his responsibility, but you were. Jason would be gutted if you went down that road- threw everything away just to numb the pain. So he hauled himself to his feet to go and find you.

____________

It didn't take as long as he thought. And he exhaled slowly. Relieved/

Sure. It was late. You were in a bar. But. You weren't drinking- not unless you had vodka in your water bottle. But he doubted it. Your eyes were too focused.

From the looks of it, you were covering for your mom. And as he watched you play, shredding on your guitar and wailing out the song lyrics- wild and feral.

It hurt.

Knowing that it had to be business as usual so you could survive. You couldn't think. You couldn't slow down. You had to hurl yourself into working. Into school. Burying the pain because if you don't, it's paralyzing.

He stays near the back, watching. And it's not until later when you're tucking a wad of bills into your pocket and packing up your guitar that he considers approaching you.

But it isn't until he sees a man- a grown man, not some half grown kid approach you that he steps forward. "Y/N-"

"Hey," you answer, as if it hadn't been weeks and your voice isn't raw.

The other man fades into the background, grumbling and Bruce folds his arms, "It's late."

"So are my bills-"

"It's a school night."

"I know-"

Bruce frowned, noting a few fading bruises, "You hungry?"

"I worked tonight- running for Chow's. I'm alright." You turn, starting to walk away and Bruce gears up to try again.

"Come up to the house tomorrow? Alfred has-"

"You don't have to keep doing this Bruce, It's okay. I know you only did it because Jason-"

"Jason would have wanted you looked after," he said carefully. Invoking the only card he can play that won't sound weird to anyone listening. "Come up tomorrow," he said, "Alfred misses you." And before he can say anything else, get a little too honest, he turns on his heel and leaves.

Because how can he tell you that you're the last link he has to Jason. That the manor is too big and too empty. That the thought of you hungry and desperate made his blood run cold- because Jason had admitted things he knew he wasn't supposed to know.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

The Only One

Pairing: Best friend! Yandere! Jay x gn. reader

Content Warnings: Yandere themes; mentions of drinking; alludes to inappropriate thoughts

Mellow speaks: So yeah. Someone wanted another letter from Jay, and even though the event is long since over, I'm here to post it anyway cuz it was too damn fun!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Good morning bub,

How are you feeling today? I hope you didn't get a hangover, I did make sure that you were hydrated, after all. But still, I left some meds on your nightstand before leaving, so take them if you don't feel well. I wanted to be there when you woke up, but I noticed your fridge is almost empty so I'll be making a trip to the store. I'll be there soon though, okay? So wait up for breakfast, and dont strain yourself. You must be tired anyway, seeing as how much you had to drink last night. 

Ah, silly me. You must be wondering when I came over, right? Because I'm sure that as far as you can remember, you fell asleep on Sunghoon's shoulder at the bar. You must be thinking he would've brought you home. But of course I couldn't possibly have left you all alone with him when you were in that state, no matter how nice of a person he is. I can't lie, it had hurt me a little walking out of the restroom only to see you getting cozy with him, or rather, it had annoyed me to think he might have been taking advantage of you. 

But when I noticed you had given in to the alcohol and fallen asleep, I couldn't help feeling my heart soften at how adorable you looked. And so I had no choice but to swoop in and lend poor Sunghoon a hand, relieving him of his task of having to see that you reached home safe. But it's not like I need to come clean to you, is it, since the both of us know I'm the only one you can trust when you're so vulnerable. 

That's right, baby. I'm the only one who should get to carry you to your apartment in my arms, I'm the only one who should get to have you snuggle into my chest and hold onto my arms as I tuck you into bed. I don't mean to come across as creepy or forceful, but I think you already know you can't trust anyone else as much as me to not do anything inappropriate when you're not in your senses. 

I know I'm not wrong, because even if you don't remember it, I'm convinced that realizing you're wearing your favorite pajama shorts ought to tell you that I changed you out of your dress last night, and I'm confident that you know I would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. After all, thus isn't the first time I've helped you out of your outfits into more comfy ones, and never once have you had to complain about my hand being anywhere it shouldn't be, no matter how agonizing it was for me to not touch you when you looked so beautiful. 

Confused at that sudden confession? Well, a guy does have his needs, though you can rest assured that I'll never cross any limit with you unless you want me to. You have my word. But at the same time, we can't say the same for every guy out there now, can we? Yeah, Sunghoon might be a great guy to be friends with, but you can't just go trusting every other person to keep it in even when you've got your defenses down.

You can't go making yourself so approachable for anyone like that, Y/N, and it makes me worry about you. But that's exactly why you have me, the one who will always be there to keep you safe, away from prying eyes. Don't you worry, bub. I'll always protect you from danger, and I want you to know you're safe with me. 

No, that's not all I want. I want you to know you'll be safe only when you're with me. I know it might sound weird or unbelievable right now, but trust me, it's the truth. And I'm going to prove it to you, no matter what it takes. Because I don't want anyone else to even lay their gaze on something I know only I can treasure. 

I'll be back soon,

Your best friend

[amelee23]

Stray Kids as fictional creature boyfriends | Lee Know

Small romance/ comedy series where I write about the reader finding out that skz members are a specific fictional creature.

LEE KNOW - INCUBUS

Genre: Romance, comedy, Headcannon

Warnings: mentions of clubs and alcohol, mentions of cheating, very suggestive but not explicit, Minho says something really savage and is a weirdo but also very sappy, reader gender isn't mentioned unless I somehow didn't see it during proofreading

Word count: 1250

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The club lights were flashing in neon colors of purple and blue; a strange upbeat song was playing in the background, muffled by the voices. 

You were there to accompany a friend, who eventually left you to go dance with a new found date.

Heading to the bar to see if there was anything non-alcoholic that could quench your thirst, you stumbled upon a scene that almost seemed comedic

A man completely unknown to you was slumped in his high chair, eyebrows furrowed, glaring at a bottle of booze on the shelf and occasionally to the back door where the barman came from. 

"Are you trying to order a drink?" You asked, amused. The man seemed to be pulled out of a trance the next moment

"Huh? I, no? Yes?" You couldn't help but giggle at how disoriented he looked.

"You were glaring real hard at that bottle. What has it ever done to you?"

"It's not the bottle's fault, it's my date's who just stood me up."

"Ah, that explains why you're so out of it. Makes two of us - my friend is somewhere in this crowd making out with some guy while I have to wait take her home because I'm the only one that can drive."

"Responsible... I like it."

"Hmmm... What's the deal on your side tho? She never showed or did she cancel?"

"Canceled. I should look for someone else anyway, she's all body and no brains - she might get the job done but I feel like pulling out my hair every time she starts talking." You couldn't help the healthy laugh that came out of your mouth at such a statement.

"I'm Minho by the way... Creature of the night."

You introduced yourself back to him and joked back that you also like Batman

Minho chuckled and offered to take you on a dance. His posture standing up was a lot more different, his eyes almost too mesmerizing from up close. He politely planted his hands on your hips and guided them to sway around, and soon you felt like you were floating. 

Eventually his face came closer to yours, breath fanning over your face, and he whispered in your ear: "My cat got drunk on catnip"

That's what he does to double check his seduction is successful. Usually his victims are so gone by that point that they moan at whatever he says

But you didn't

"Well, that was random- is she okay tho?"

"You heard me?" 

"Yes? You're a weird man, Minho. Have you ever been told that?"

"More times than you can imagine. It's my charm."

Never did he think he needed to take things slowly with a human before. Like ask for your number and take you on a date? Absurdity. But he did it anyway

Because he found himself really determined to have you. Maybe it was exactly because he couldn't seduce you that drove him crazy

And believe me, he tried

Way too many times. 

But you always were pulled out of the trance the moment he tested you with his weird sentences - he even said something about putting a guy named Hyunjin in the oven? 

Eventually Minho rolled his eyes in defeat and did things v a n i l l a

Which was difficult to say the least. Being an Incubus, he obviously had to be intimate with people on the side of your relationship. And it was eating him up from the inside. So much so in fact, that he had to tell you. He couldn't stand the disappointment in your eyes every time he pushed you away. 

And the reveal hit you like a truck

At first you thought it was his weird way of confessing he was cheating on you. That would've hurt on it's own, but he made sure to prove it to you. You reluctantly followed him to a club where you bore witness to Minho seducing a woman so badly that she turned into dough. He was listing pie ingredients to her and she was getting horny. 

So eventually you made peace with it. Your boyfriend was a magical creature. And he survives on making others commit bodily sins. 

And he told you he can't do abstinence. The longer he stays away from it, the worse it gets. He loses self control, kinda like a rabbid dog. You associated it with the myth of vampires.  So what were the repercussions of becoming intimate with him? Fatigue, he told you. Much more intense than normal soreness, because he's basically feeding off of the energy of the people he seduces.  

Once you took all of that information in, he began to excitedly talk about how it's so cool he can't seduce you. The chase, doing things the old fashioned way, it was all very entertaining to him.

But that's what really scared you. Not that he's some sort of demonic descendent, but the fact that... You might just be a source of entertainment. He enjoyed chasing you, but after he finally gets you in bed, what will happen? Will he just move on? 

So you decided to rip off the band-aid as fast as possible. No more dates and dilly dallying. You initiated it and he gave in, giving you the most mind-blowing sex of your life. You could feel why he was an Incubus to begin with.  But when you woke up in the morning, the fatigue came. He was right, you weren't just tired, you felt drained and drowsy, as if you had the flu. Still, it was something you could get over, for him and how much you were fond of him... And one glance to his naked sleeping form broke you. You began crying

He woke up as if burnt and instantly wrapped his arms around you. "Are you suffering side effects?"

"What side effects, Minho?" You asked him sadly. 

"Some get depressive after having sex with me. It's part of the neural fatigue."

"I'm not depressed Minho... I'm just scared."

"Of me? Did I do something wrong?" The fact that he instantly made himself to be the target of your fear saddened you even farther. 

"Not of you!" You found yourself yelling at him. "Of you leaving me now that you got what you wanted."

"Huh? What I wanted? Like what, sex?"

"Obviously. Isn't that why you chased me in the first place?"

Before answering he pulled you into his body for the tightest and warmest embrace you've ever felt in your life. "I meant it when I said I love the fact I can't seduce you. You gave me someone to get to know, someone to care about, someone to rely on... I don't do that with sex partners. They're just there to fix what's making my existence inconvenient. I told you the truth about me because I felt bad for breaking your trust through it, though. Basically what I'm trying to say is I never planned on leaving you. I dated you because I want to be with you. Romantically."

You pulled away to look him in the eyes and that was when Minho looked the softest he ever did. "I want you to trust me, kitten. I want it even though it's very selfish to ask for it. I mean- it's either I exhaust you constantly or I have to see other people on the side - there's no good choice. But I want to feel love too, you know? And it has to be you."

I do not own the picture!

Also tell me if you liked it, I have two other members I can post.

[fw00shy]

Peacekeeper

Pansy was already talking up the bartender when Draco came in. "You're sweaty. And late," she said when she saw Draco, her elbow propped up on the counter and a nose strained toward the ceiling. Her voice was already husky from smoke.

"I'm barely," Draco said, barely sweaty, barely late, barely anything.

Singles and triples of Muggles cloistered along the long stretch of the bar. At seven, the evening crowd was lively but not boisterous, not so much that the bartender couldn't hear Draco shout his usual order as he walked up to Pansy and hooked his coat beneath the counter.

"Eager," Pansy muttered. She hid her half-smile behind a half-clear glass and red-tipped nails. "Not that I fault you, mind."

"Weather's been weird all day," Draco said, by which he meant it'd been overcast all day, so grey that he slept through his alarm and woke up on London time—whatever that meant.

"Nearly makes me miss home," Pansy agreed. Draco's drink came then, and they clinked their glasses together in more of an instinctive gesture than a celebration—barely-met eyes before their lips met liquor.

"Nearly," Draco emphasized. Home was terror and trauma and tragedy. Home—well, he could do with a new one.

"I do miss it, sometimes," Pansy said. She was nearly a third done with her Manhattan, coupe glass clutched between nails of matching crimson. Her go-to drink was anything, as long as it didn't have ice in it. Dilution made her sick.

"You don't mean that," Draco said. "You're drunk."

"Am not. Say, what would you do, if I went back?"

"You won't leave me," Draco said.

"You don't know what I'd do. I. I, I need to pee," Pansy declared. She tottered to her feet, leaving Draco alone at the bar.

Draco swept his gaze around the room. Two couples on first dates—boring. Unless—no, he couldn't. That was uncouth. He stretched his neck, letting eyes fall down the bar once more.

Green eyes looked back.

"Jesus Christ," Draco muttered. "Jesus fucking Christ," he swore again as Potter made his way over.

Potter wore a leather jacket with a stiff, upturned collar. His hands were in his jean pockets, but his grin was nothing short of liquid.

"Buy me a drink?" he asked.

"Sure," Draco said. "Sure, um." He handed Potter his drink, then he picked up Pansy's leftover Manhattan like it'd been his since the start.

Draco cleared his throat. "So, what, what brings—" His eyes met Potter's and then slid right off to his chest, but that was dangerous too, in fact, the lower he got the more he burned—

"I live here," Potter said. He was still smiling, that toothy wanker. "Well, almost here, anyway. Just a block up."

"No bloody way," Draco said too-loud.

"No? Want me to prove it to you?"

"No, I—"

"You might as well come over, I've still got something of yours you'd want back."

"My dignity? Shit, did I say that aloud?"

Potter laughed. "No. Your wand, you idiot."

"Oh, right." Draco blinked. "I'm. Um. Pansy—"

"Pansy does not want to be anywhere where wands are being given and got," Pansy declared. She walked back up to the counter and reclaimed her Manhattan. "You go along without me."

"I insist," Potter said, and how was Draco to say no to Potter's insistence? Draco gathered up his things into a haphazard heap and ambled toward the exit. Was he really following Harry Potter to his flat? What was he—why didn't he question this more? He could be walking into a trap, his past out for revenge—

"What are you thinking about?" Potter asked.

"A lot," Draco admitted. Then it started raining, and nobody knew what to do about it, except get wet.

peacekeeper is a lovely bar

[carlosfruitsnacks]

"we used to be a team" - part 2

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3

summary:

— years go by and things weren't what they used to be. You found Camilo and Carlos but all of you weren't on the same team anymore.

genre:

— angst, aged-up & modern au

notes:

— gender-neautral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— heavy cussing

a/n:

— yay, more angst lmao. part 3 will be coming out shortly, thanks for your patience <3

The metal bars and cold sleepless nights were enough to make you lose it. It didn't matter how hard you tried to forget what lead you here, at the prison. You'll never understand why it ended up this way. But you can't wish it all back. You could've graduated college, you could've lived a better life, you could've still had your best friends.

"[Name], you're up"

You look to the deadpan officer as he unlocked your cell. You scowled and stood up from your shared bunk bed, you used to have a roommate until you decided to extend your sentence by beating the shit out of them. The officer roughly took your wrists and secures both of them with tight handcuffs. Anyone should be smiling if they were in your shoes, you were getting released today for your charges. But you weren't. You weren't going to fucking smile after what you've been put through.

Rewind the time back to the day of your arrest. You were sent to prison for theft and attempted murder, you could've dealt with it better if it weren't for your so-called best friend, Camilo Madrigal. God, you hated that name so much. Surprise surprise, the bastard sold you out and got a lighter sentence in return, he was released five years prior to yours. Thank god you didn't have to see his face because you probably couldn't have held back and smashed his skull in. You were terribly hurt when he did that. Now, you have to carry all those charges alone and extend your stay in prison.

After dealing with the papers and some talking with the judge, you were properly released from prison. The outside world seemed the same for you, but it appeared as though you were the one who has changed. You were lost, unable to find where to start. Maybe begin avoiding making crimes, you can take anything but be sent back to prison and eat those disgusting prison food, yuck.

You decided to take a stroll to the nearest store, these free prison clothes weren't doing anything for you. Luckily, after searching for a few minutes, you found a thrift store. You trudged and went searching for clothes. All you picked on was pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Fortunately for you, there was enough money in your pocket to pay instead of stealing. As you walked out of the thrift store wondering where to start your new life, you spot a group of shady people in the corner of your eye. You held back a groan as you felt them approach you.

"Well, look at what we got here"

One of them purred and traced a finger up to your shoulder, you sent them a warning glare. You mentally count down the seconds, but they were still looking for trouble. So, without a warning, you threw your fist into one of them, hitting them on the cheek. They stumble back and tried to get a hit on you, but you dodge them swiftly as you send a kick to one of their sides causing them to collapse. You kick dirt into their face and spat on their hair. The rest of the group huddle together in shock, and you give them a cold glare.

"You all better fucking scram unless you want to end up in the ditches, dead"

You growled, steadying your bandaged fists. Since your time in prison, you learned how to throw a proper fight, you weren't like the defenseless [Name] anymore that relied on their best friends for protection. One of the goons whispered to another.

"Tell the boss"

You heard them before officially scramming. You let out a scoff and left the premises. You found yourself taking in the sights around town, it was weird to find that not a lot has changed. You visited a familiar ice cream parlor, it was surprising to see the old place still standing. You entered the ice cream parlor where Camilo dragged you into, you shut those warm memories out as you bought ice cream. You exited the parlor licking your dessert, unaware of the pair of eyes following your every move. The moment you turned your heel, a quick hit from behind the head with a blunt object sent you falling to the ground and unconscious. Several quick hands dragged your body and took you away, leaving your ice cream to rot on the ground.

"...Make sure to guard the exits, Marco"

A voice wakes you up, your eyes registered the dark surroundings. You tried to stand up but you discovered that you were chained to a metal chair. With a few attempts of tugging your restraints off, you were left all in vain. All of a sudden, you felt a fabric getting pulled off of your face, you winced as your eyes adjusted to the drastic brightness. You scan your eyes around to find a masked figure sitting on a chair across from you, casually. You deeply frowned at them.

"Are you shy or just ugly?"

You gruffly said. The figure stands up from the chair and walks in front of you, they were wearing a thick dark yellow jacket with graffiti designs. They had a black shirt underneath and ripped jeans. A pair of combat boots for footwear with a hood over their head. You waited as they slowly peeled off the ski mask from their face. Your blood turns cold and the scowl on your face gets wiped off by the sight. The figure, a too familiar guy, brushes his long brown curls back and glares down at you.

"You look good for a dead person"

Those were his first words to you after years apart, there wasn't even an ounce of sweetness in them. You look at him with unblinking eyes, your chest growing tight with each second. You wanted to be infuriated so bad but your mind tricks you to think you found something you missed for so long.

"...Camilo?"

You piped up and looked at him with eyes glimmering in hope. Camilo Madrigal, your long-lost best friend, the one who sold you off, was standing in front of you. Alive and well. He paces around you with a dirty look on his features, it seemed like he doesn't miss you as much as you missed him. You couldn't figure out why you weren't so angry with him after all this time.

"What do you think you're doing beating up one of my people?"

Camilo questioned with venom. Quickly, the anger you're looking for returns to your system as you glare up at him.

"What? What the hell is this about?"

"And what the hell are you doing strolling around at my part of town?"

He rebuts back at you, coldly. You scoffed with disbelief, not knowing what has gotten into him and why he was behaving this way. You were convinced that he doesn't remember you so your face softens.

"It's me, [Name]! The same person who ate ice cream with you when we were twelve!"

You say and leaned to get closer to him. Camilo takes a step back and avoids your gaze, you couldn't tell if he does or doesn't recall who you are.

"We used to fuck around at college! We...we would hang out at the park and smoke and shit! Camilo, I used to brush your hair and we'd laugh for hours"

"That...that was a long time ago, people change"

Camilo replies and peers over you. It slowly comes sinking down to you that he was right, that people do change and it's the most painful thing you have to experience. You hold back your tears and gritted your teeth at him.

"Yeah, I'm getting that"

"Are you...are you working for, Carlos?"

This brings a laugh out of you, it was out of the blue that he's asking if you're working for his twin brother, the one who ditched you both when you were about to get arrested. There was a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Fuck you"

"I thought you were dead! And now you show up throwing hands with one of my groups?!"

"You were following me! Why didn't you say something?!"

"I don't know if I can trust you"

"So...so you just come up and knocked me out?"

Camilo rolls his eyes at you, growing impatient with everything. You didn't know what was up with him and why he turned out this way. Groups? His side of town? Wanting to know if you work for his twin brother you haven't heard from for years? Is he part of an illegal group that does crimes? You sneer at him.

"Wow, look at you. I bet you still punch like a little boy"

"And I bet you still rely on people for protection"

He spat back at you. Camilo's face was inches from yours, his breath was hot and the tension rising in the air had you panting. You gulped and turned away, banishing the thought that he still looked so handsome after a long time. You look down at your feet downcast.

"I remember when you would stand up for me..."

You say. A click of a lock and the chains holding you on the chair come crumbling apart, surprising Camilo. You march up to him, he was waiting for you to swing your fist at him but he was greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around his body. You sighed and nuzzled your cheek against his neck.

"I missed you so much, 'Milo"

Camilo stood rigid, trying to process what was going on. His breathing turned shallow with disbelief, he fought the urge to hug you back. He wouldn't dare admit that he misses you too, incredibly.

"How...how long have you had those off?"

"How long have you been whining?"

You smiled and buried yourself deeper into him. Camilo feels the dam breaking into pieces as a tear rolls down his face and embraces you back, ten times tighter. The two of you embraced each other for a long period of time, unwilling to let go. What made you both pull away was a knock on the door.

"Boss, we have to go!"

"I'll be out in a minute"

Camilo replies to the person behind the door. You still had questions so you trailed behind Camilo, he faces you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to get out of here [Name]. You...You don't deserve to be here with me"

"What? Why?!"

"I...I did bad things [Name], you don't want to be involved with me so please get out while you still can"

"Oh god, you...you're a-"

"Yeah, a crime lord and blah blah blah. You need to leave before the officers come raiding here"

"Camilo, I still don't get what's going on!"

"You don't have to"

He says and pushes you to a backdoor, he swiftly opens it and shoves you outside. But before he can shut the door, he leans in to give you one last hug and a kiss on the temple. You look at him teary-eyed.

"It was nice seeing you again, [Name]"

Camilo gives you a smile you haven't seen in a while, your insides melt at how warm it looked. He quickly slips back his ski mask before shutting the door and the next thing you hear was shouting and gunshots.

You stand by the bus stop, you just finished crying at the fact that you just got reunited with your best friend but he's now a criminal. You loved Camilo, you really do but he was right, you don't want to be involved with him. You were gone for too long and you couldn't save him from falling into the life of crime. It was evening and you just realized you have no place to stay, you stayed at the bus stop for a while, thinking about where to spend the night.

Your eyes lingered around for a while until you found a bewildering poster at the side of the bus stop. Your jaw drops as you scrambled to get a closer look at the poster.

Carlos Madrigal for Governor

The letters said in bold letters with a picture of a man in a suit and tie, all fresh and professional. You merely choked on your saliva as you scanned the poster closer. The unmistakable curly auburn hair and smirk made your heart weak. Holy shit, it's him. You needed to see him, right now. You need him to explain why he did what he did years ago, you need to know why he never bothered to reach back to you or to Camilo.

Hours went by when you discovered the exact location of Carlos's office, call it pure luck but you found it with effort. You take in a deep breath and walked up the stairs to the front desk. A neat woman with curly raven hair and glasses sees you. She gives you a wide-eyed look.

"May I help you?"

"Uh, hello can I speak with the governor Carlos Madrigal?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"I...no...?"

"Well, you need an appointment to speak with him. Shall I schedule you one?"

"Yes! That would be awesome"

"Hmmm, it appears that Mr. Madrigal's availability would be next month"

She says. You bite back a curse. There was no way you can wait that long, you have waited long enough in prison. You need to come up with an excuse.

"But I'm his...his cousin! Yeah! And I'm really busy right now to book an appointment so if you're kind enough to-"

"I am sorry but I cannot let you meet the governor without an appointment"

"Please, just one time! It's urgent!"

"I am sorry but these are the rules-"

"Mrs. Martinez, I thought I told you to go home for tonight?"

A voice interrupts you two. That voice sounded too good to be true, you slowly turned and met face to face with Carlos Madrigal. Fuck, he looked so different in contrast before. Possibly even hotter. His curly hair was kept heat, he had a maroon suit and tie and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He meets your eye and was purely shocked, he takes off his glasses and blinks rapidly at you.

"I am sorry Mr. Madrigal but your, um, your cousin came in and wants to meet you without an appointment"

"Oh, yes. I forgot that my...cousin was going to pay me a visit. No need for an appointment, Mrs. Martinez you can go home now"

Carlos said. You thank the heavens above that he played along. You waited for the lady behind the desk to leave before letting out a relieved sigh. You noticed Carlos glaring at you, he wasn't happy one bit.

"You, to my office, now"

You obeyed him and followed suit. Good lord, Carlos sounded more intimidating than you remembered. Back then, you weren't affected by his frightening demeanor but now you are. His office was extremely neat and decorated in golds and reds, he takes a seat in his chair and arranges the papers on the desk. You shyly watched him.

"So, you loving the rich life, Carlos?"

"What do you need from me?"

He shoots you an impatient look and this makes you irritated. You walk over to him with a firm frown.

"Okay, so no 'hello! how are you?' or an 'I miss you' and not even an 'I'm sorry I fucking ditched you and Camilo that day'?!"

"Don't you fucking say his name"

"Wow, I'm sorry, Mr. Governor"

Carlos doesn't like your behavior so he massages his temples and stands up from his seat to scowl down at you.

"I had to do it. None of this would've happened if you didn't steal that car"

"Fuck you! I was trying to save your life!"

"Well, you barely put some fucking thought to it, and now look at where it got you!"

"You would've landed in prison too but you decided to be a coward and run away! Now you're here acting all high and mighty and leaving your best friends to rot in prison!"

You screamed at him. Carlos loses his composure as he grabs you by the collar and pushes you against the wall, he slams the wall beside your head. He looked at you heatedly with his curly hair now disheveled.

"We are not best friends anymore. Camilo is a crime lord and he needs to be stopped so a ran for governor. If you're here to pick his side and you should get the fuck out of my office"

"I never said I was on his side!"

"What? Do you think I'll protect you from him? Oh, hun, you're on your own"

"Carlos, I just wanted to see you"

You softly said. This evokes a new reaction from him. Carlos furrows his eyebrows at you, he turns away to hide his wet eyes. He loosens his tie and gives you a hard look.

"You shouldn't have come looking for me, [Name]"

"I don't care anymore why you ran away that day and ditched us. I just want you back, Carlos"

"[Name] I...it's not the same anymore"

"I learned that the hard way"

Carlos chuckled at you. For a moment, you noticed the longing look in his eyes until his cold expression returned. He clears his throat.

"You need to leave, [Name]"

"But Carlos..."

"I...I have priorities, [Name]. The city is relying on me to put Camilo behind bars once and for all, please for the love of God, don't try to commit any crimes"

"Do you like it?"

"What?"

"Do you like seeing our friendship fall apart?"

You asked genuinely, you weren't prepared for whatever answer he has in mind. You watch Carlos take a sharp inhale and avoid your eyes.

"There was barely I can do about it anyway"

You can barely stand it being in his office so you take your cue to leave. Carlos pulls out a bottle of whiskey the moment you left. You were wandering on the streets in the middle of the night, holding back a heart-wrenching sob. You find it hard to accept that you, Camilo, and Carlos aren't on the same team anymore. You wouldn't dare pick sides knowing all of you were in the wrong for this. You just wished you can feel those pairs of arms hugging you in the backseat one more time.

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[thechangeling]

If I keep my Eyes Closed

Holy shit it's been a minute. I'm sorry I am ✨Mentally Ill✨ and I also had a bad case of writers block. But here we are! Also if you recognize the slight Buffy the vampire slayer reference you get a metaphorical cookie.

Cw: meltdown

Chapter 6: You better make me better

+1.  Ty had a scar on the top of his collarbone. It wasn't super big or noticable. Just a little slit of white. Kit doubted most people would have even noticed. Unless of course you were completely fucking obsessed like him.

He had been trying to stay focused on the meeting. Imminent death and all. That was kind of a big deal. But he just couldn't stop staring at Ty and thinking about what Alyssa had said. There was this knee jerk reaction to not believe anything she said about Ty because it just couldn't be true. Not for any of the reasons she thought but because Kit just wasn't the person you fell madly in love with.

Kit was useful. Kit was good for certain things. And yeah sure there were people who cared about him now. He was starting to realize over the years, with the help of therapy that the shit his dad put him through was less then ideal. And he was worthy of love.

He still felt weird thinking that but he was sort of hoping that if he just said it in his head enough times it would stick. But the thing was, Ty was, well ty. Beautiful and brilliant Ty. Innovative, curious and adventurous Ty with so much light and life buzzing inside of him. Messy imperfect and stubborn Ty who could be so tender and then so damn cold when he wanted to be.

How could Kit ever deserve that? Ty's love?

And based on what Alyssa said, how the hell was Kit worthy of that? That all encompassing, consuming love?

The meeting adjourned for the night and Janessa gave him a look that he knew meant "I know you weren't paying attention you idiot." He smirked at her, trying to seem casual.

"You going to sleep? She asked. "I'm going out. Gonna see if there's any good bars around here. You know, creature of the night and all."

Kit shook his head. "No sorry Nessie, there's something I gotta do." He felt guilty for blowing off his best friend but he was worried that if he didn't talk to Ty now he would loose his nerve .

Janessa nodded almost knowingly. "Good luck with that."

She walked off and Kit immediately turned back to the crowd of people heading off to their respective rooms. He spotted Ty off in the corner talking to Livvy and Alyssa, which had to be tricky since they couldn't see each other. Eventually Alyssa hugged Ty, pressing a kiss to his check which still made Kit angry, and left the room.

Kit realized it wasn't actually the affection he was jealous off. It was the trust. Ty trusted her completely. And Kit had lost that. And he needed to get it back. Whatever it took.

And then Ty looked at him and his heart stopped. Because Ty wasn't just looking at him, he was staring directly into his eyes for the first time in years.

Kit had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes were so striking. So gray. Like the colour of iron. Ty had always reminded him of iron. Strength and resilience. It may bend but it does not break.

But was that really true? Or was Ty just pretending to be unbreakable?

Kit had no idea what to do or say, so he just stood there staring at Ty. It was like they were frozen in time. Honestly Kit could have stayed there forever just staring at Ty.

Finally Ty broke the silence and pulled his face into a scowl. "What is it?"

Kit flinched at the harshness in his voice. He knew what Alyssa had said, that he was just protecting himself but that didn't stop Kit from feeling so vulnerable and scared.

So he was still a bit of a pussy. Sue him.

But in his defense Ty was kind of scary when he wanted to be. Kit cleared his throat.

"I need to talk to you," he said firmly. It was only then that he realized Livvy had disappeared from Ty's side.

Ty looked confused. "Why?" He asked. "Why now? You have been avoiding me for weeks Christopher."

Kit scoffed. "You've been avoiding me too you know!"

Ok so this wasn't exactly going according to plan. But sometimes Ty just pushed his buttons a little too well.

Kit took a deep breath. "Listen I'm sorry ok? About all of it. I'm sorry for leaving and I'm so sorry I hurt you." He could hear the desperation creeping into his voice. "Believe me that was the last thing I wanted. I just-" he shook his head. "I got scared. I got so scared of something happening to you and I froze up and just lost my shit. And it was like you didn't even care."

Ty's brow furrowed. "I did care. I do care. Why else would I be here?"

Kit sighed. "I know! Believe me I get it now! Or maybe not fully but I know I read things wrong. But I need you to know that it wasn't about you Ty, it was about me. Me and my own insecurities." Kit took a step towards Ty. He didn't back away.

And Kit could see it now, what he couldn't before. There was a longing depth in Ty's gaze and his jaw was clenched like he was trying to keep walls up. His arms were wrapped around himself and he seemed to be pulling at the skin.

He was hurting and Kit just wanted to make it better.

"Listen to me," Kit said carefully. "I love you Ty. I am in love with you." His chest aches as he says it, heavy with the weight of it. But he needs Ty to hear him this time. He needs to know.

"Stop it," Ty growled. And whatever Kit thought Ty's reaction would be to hearing those words, he didn't think it would be anger. Ty glared at him furiously, angrier that Kit had ever seen him before.  "Just stop."

And if Kit was smart or even remotely sane, he would have. But he just couldn't.

"I love you," he declared again desperately. "I love you so much."

Ty snarled, balling his hands into fists. "Stop!"

Kit shook his head softly. "I love you."

Ty lashed out at the speed of lightning, grabbing Kit's shoulders and spinning him around so that his back slammed against the wall. Before he could even register what was happening he felt a blade kissing his throat.

"Shut up!" Ty pleaded. His voice sounded less angry and more desperate and shaking now.

Kit could remember the last time he was in this position. The very first time they met, a shadowhunter he had never met before pulled a weapon on him and he wasn't scared, he wasn't furious. He was just in awe.

How beautiful.

"I love you Ty, He gasped breathlessly, willing Ty to believe him. To feel it. "I swear to you I'm not lying. I. Love. you."

Ty trembled, the blade he was holding pressing even harder again Kit's throat. His eyes were full of tears. Kit felt a pang in his chest. Ty hardly ever cried.

He was well aware that Ty could take his head off like this, or slit his throat and let Kit bleed out. Kit didn't care.

If he was going to die, he wanted these to be his last words.

"I love you Ty," he whispered. 

Ty let out a whine as his body shook. The hand holding the knife was practically vibrating.

And then Kit felt it. A sharp pain at his throat, followed by a wet feeling. It probably should have bothered him more him more.

But the most concern he felt was when he saw Ty's eyes widen in horror when he saw that he had drawn blood. He let out a panicked wail.

"Hey," Kit cooed gently. "I'm ok." He gripped Ty's wrist carefully, leading the knife away from him. "I'm ok Ty."

He had no idea if that was actually true but he really didn't give a crap. What Kit cared about was the way Ty had dropped the knife and anxiously fluttering and tapping his fingers. He rolled his shoulder up to his ear, scrunching up his face.

"Hey," Kit murmered desperately, trying not to scare Ty. "It's ok baby, I'm ok." He tried to reach for him but Ty flinched out of his grasp whining again. Tears were streaming down his face.

Kit's heart felt like it was breaking. "Ty it's gonna be ok," he pleaded, but Ty just shook his head frantically and pulled at his hair. Kit slowly took another step towards him.

"Please just tell me what to do."

But Ty just sobbed, gasping for air. Kit reached for him again and took Ty into his arms and this time he didn't fight him. Kit wrapped himself around Ty and squeezed as tightly as he could. Ty buried his face in Kit's neck and wailed, a sound so full of fury and agony. It was a sound that Kit had heard many times when his friends or other autistic people were having meltdowns.

Kit pressed a kiss to the side of his head like he had seen Alyssa do. "It's ok sweetheart just let it out," he whispered. "I love you."

Ty gasped, taking frantic breaths. "I can't," he whimpered. "I can't. It's not safe."

Kit had no idea what Ty meant by that. Alyssa would know his traitorous brain whispered. But he wasn't Alyssa. He was Kit, and he needed to trust that was good enough for Ty. That he was what Ty wanted.

He held him tighter, running a gang through Ty's hair. "Yes it is," he breathed. "You are safe with me Ty. You are always safe with me."

Kit had no idea how long he stayed like that, just holding Ty in his arms. Time seemed to just fade away. He still remembered the first time. When they were both still so young and had no idea what was in store for them. When he had no idea what he was feeling, why he felt so compelled to stay.

Ty's cries were lessening now, Kit could feel his heart racing against his. It was almost as if they were both trying to break free and merge. Ty sighed and wiped his eyes on Kit's shirt, finally staring at him again.

"You're bleeding," He pointed out.

Oh yeah. Right.

Kit realized with a laugh that he had completely forgotten. Ty looked confused.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Ty wasn't convinced. "Still, you should let me give you an iratze," he protested. "I should never have-"

Kit cut him off. "It's ok, I'm fine Ty. Really."

Ty gave him a small smile and cupped his cheek, tracing over Kit's orbital bone with his thumb. Kit felt his heart soar.

"Ty," he said quietly not wanting to break the peace. "I need to ask you something. Please."

"Yes?" Ty looked scared.

"I don't want to upset you again, said Kit carefully. "But I just need to know. I think I already know the answer but I need to hear you say it. Just once and then you never have to say it again." Kit slid his hands up Ty's arms.

"Do you love me?" Kit murmered. It was what he should have asked that day on the beach. But then again Ty might not have been ready to answer. He might not even have known the answer yet.

Ty was silent. For several agonizing seconds he said nothing. Then he pressed his forehead to Kit's and whispered so quietly that Kit wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so close.

"I love you."

Kit couldn't help himself. He sobbed, letting four years of misery and anguish come pouring out.

For years now he had been dreaming of Ty saying those words to him. Each time Kit would wake up in tears because he was so sure those dreams could never be reality.

Ty nudged his nose against Kit's. "Don't cry."

Kit choaked on a laugh. Easier said than done.

Ty cupped his face gently, stroking his cheek. " Please don't cry," Ty whispered.

And then he kissed him.

Ty's lips crashed into his and for a moment Kit's heart stopped before he felt a surge of emotion propelling him into action. He passionately returned the kiss, pulling Ty even closer and getting lost in his warmth.

Nothing else mattered. Ty loved him. Ty loved him. And he could feel it so clearly in the urgency and gentleness of his touch. In the way he licked into Kit's mouth and deepened their kisses like he was trying to devour Kit. Devour him whole.

The world faded to nothing as they kissed feverishly, clawing at each others skin. It was intoxicating. It felt like Ty was touching every single nerve in his body. Kit felt Ty's run his hands through his curls and pull. He let out a slight moan in response.

He could still feel their hearts racing together as Ty pinned him firmly against the wall. He broke the kiss and smiled slightly, something Kit rarely saw especially lately.  It made him want to smile too.

It always did. Ty's happiness was like a balm for the soul.

Ty leaned in again and kissed the spot above the corner of Kit's mouth. One of his freckles, Kit realized.

Kit sighed. His head was spinning. He felt so light, like he was floating. Like he finally knew it was gonna be ok. He was gonna be ok.

It felt like coming home.

*Five years later*

Ty had always been fascinated with the night sky, even as a child. He loved to look up at the stars and trace the various constellations with his gaze, even making up new ones. He would draw specific patterns, organizing them into groups and categories.

Or he would count them.

Livvy always thought it was ridiculous.

You can't count them all Ty-Ty. That's impossible.

It's not about counting all of them, He would say. I just like to count them. It calms my mind.

Then Livvy would giggle and say how ironic that was seeing how much he hated math.

Ty could look back on the memory know with fondness and smile instead of being overcome with grief. He had lost Livvy some time ago, a few months after he and Kit had entered a romantic relationship. The connection had become too weak and it wasn't safe to attempt to keep her with them.

It was painful. But this time it was almost bearable. Like there was some part of him that had been preparing for that moment for awhile. And he still grieved, in the sense that he was fine for weeks and then it hit him like a tsunami. And the he cried. He screamed. He yelled and lashed out any anyone nearby.

But through it all, Kit was always there. His fiance now. The word still brought a bubbly giddy feeling. It was almost ridiculous how much Kit Herondale had an affect on his emotions. He could completely take Ty over and Ty wouldn't mind.

Speaking of...

"Hey!" Kit called from up ahead, "look what I found!"

They were walking along the beach at night eager to take a break from the party that was going on back at the institute. It was Helen's birthday and Aline had insisted on inviting everyone they knew, which of course resulted in enough noise and chaos that they could still hear it on the beach.

Kit had run ahead as he had a tendency to do on occasion and now was returning with something in his hands. A turtle, Ty realized. The sight instantly brought on fond memories, memories of when things were still new and they barely knew each other. But it still felt right. It still felt safe.

"I've decided to name him Murtle," Kit said cheerfully. "Murtle the turtle."

Ty shook his head fondly. "How do you know it's a male turtle? Should you really be assuming the turtle's gender?"

"Oh fuck off," Kit replied lightheartedly. "What can I say, I got a feeling. You wanna hold Murtle?" He held the very unimpressed looking turtle out to Ty.

Ty grinned, taking Murtle out of Kit's out stretched palms. "Of course I do."

"That's the smile," Kit murmered, almost to himself. "You smiled the same way the first time I saw you holding a turtle."

"I was just thinking about that!"

Kit gazed at him lovingly, his eyes so full warmth and devotion. "I swear Ty, sometimes it's like the only reason I get out of bed in the morning. For a change to see that smile."

Ty's chest clenched. He thought of his own dark days with cloudy thoughts and heavy limbs. "I know how you feel," he murmered. He cupped the side of Kit's neck and leaned down to brush his lips against his.

"Excuse me?" A timid voice sounded beside them. They both turned to look.

She appeared to be a girl about Mina's age, around 9 years old. She had two puncture wounds that had scarred over on her neck.

A vampire.

Ty had always known that there were vampires trapped in child form for eternity. He had just never actually seen one up close. She could technically be hundreds of years old and she looked like a little girl.

It was quite fasinating.

Ty resisted the urge to ask her any questions that might be deemed inappropriate.

"Hello," he responded cautiously. Ty then realized he was still holding Murtle the turtle. Kit glanced over at him and seemed to realize this as well.

"Oh. Yeah uh, Ty you should probably go put Murtle back while I talk to Sarah."

Kit knew her?

"Wait," the girl (Sarah his brain supplied) spoke up. "I actually just wanted to ask you about your necklace," she pointed to the Herondale pendent resting against Ty's chest. "Does that mean you're engaged?"

Ty tried not to laugh as the Deja Vu hit him. He could remember clear as day all those years ago every time people assumed he and Kit were together

He looked over at Kit who looked nervous, almost as if he was afraid of what Ty's answer would be. That wiped any amusement from the situation.

Because Ty knew what he was thinking about. All of those times people made those assumed at reacted in anger and annoyance. Maybe even what may have seemed like disgust.

It was fear. Ty always knew that. Fear of being vulnerable, of admitting what he wanted. He never wanted to make Kit feel like he was ashamed of him or of his love for him.

Ty wanted to spend the rest of his life bathing Kit in his love so that he never felt alone or afraid ever again.

He reached for Kit's hand and squeezed it tightly, turning back to Sarah with a proud smile.

"Yes we are."

And we're done y'all! Btw if you're wondering I got the name Murtle from the Dr. Suess novel Yurtle the turtle.

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Vampire/Sparkling

"Please put me out of my misery already and kiss me."

(Send me a prompt) and a ship and I'll write you a drabble!

ohoho!!! >:3c this is such a good one. side note that is unrelated to anything: its my birthday today! sparkvamp is thematically appropriate for this lol

cw: mentions of alcohol, bc this is sparkling and vamp, lol

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Sparkling's bar always cleared out around this time of night, when he gave the last call for drinks. Cookies were tired, inebriated or full of food, happy to stumble their ways home in the early hours of morning. Maybe a few would stay in the bar for a few moments longer, straggling and pushing the time and finishing their drinks until Sparkling officially closed the building.

Vampire was frequently one of these stragglers, and quite often did he stay in the bar until closing, making conversation with Sparkling. Whatever mood he happened to be in, Sparkling was subject to, and whether the day had treated him kindly or not, Sparkling didn't mind hearing about it. Vampire always treated the bartender fairly, tipping generously and immediately paying off whatever tab he might have accumulated between the nights he was too drunk out of his mind to remember to pay.

Tonight, Vampire hadn't made much conversation, content to stare after Sparkling as he worked. The staring wasn't unusual for Vampire to do, but what was odd was his silence. Sparkling did not typically initiate conversation with customers unless they were silent, and he thought they needed a little push to get whatever thoughts were in their heads sorted out. Vampire was not this customer. Rather, Vampire was loud, opinionated, and Sparkling had become so adept at deciphering the increasingly slurred words of his friend that they could carry a conversation right up until closing. Sparkling never needed to initiate conversation with Vampire, because Vampire would do it for him.

Tonight was different.

Sparkling could feel Vampire's eyes on him throughout the evening, the heat of the other's gaze almost burning his hands as he mixed drinks for customers and cleaned glasses and took payment the same way he did every night. The bartender didn't think he'd ever seen Vampire so quiet before, and other than opening his mouth to give Sparkling his order, Vampire was silent.

It was odd. Vampire's gaze lingered on his hands, those lidded eyes trailing up to rest on his face, and yet he didn't say a word. Sparkling kept waiting for the other to speak, but as the night dragged on, nothing was said.

Last call for drinks came and went, and Sparkling lost himself in the usual last minute bustle of other cookies for long enough to forget the odd way Vampire had been acting. It was only after most of the crowd had cleared out that he recalled the weird behavior of his friend, and wondered.

He turned to Vampire again, his brow furrowed and arms crossed. The other man was laying on the surface of the bar now, his cheek squished against the black fabric of his sleeves. Those wine dark, violet eyes were still fixed on him, half lidded with either exhaustion or alcohol. Sparkling could never really tell.

"Alright," Sparkling finally said, initiating the conversation for the first time since Vampire had first waltzed his way through the doors of the bar. Vampire had always spoken first, but tonight, Sparkling would. "You've been silent all night. Something wrong?"

Vampire's eyes slid up to his, something Sparkling couldn't quite see flickering in the depths of wine dark purple. The other man didn't move for a moment, simply gazing at him, and Sparkling furrowed his brow deeper.

"Ugh, I can't do this," Vampire groaned, turning his face down into his arms and breaking his gaze. Sparkling paused, raising a brow, but the other man, as he usually was, wasn't done speaking. "Please put me out of my misery already and kiss me."

The world in all its peaceful existence ground to a halt, and Sparkling did too.

"I didn't give you that much to drink tonight, did I?" Sparkling found himself asking, though he knew that either way, Vampire's words were sincere. Sparkling had never met another cookie who could hold their alcohol the way Vampire could.

"I've been trying to figure out how to say something all night," Vampire continued to whine, the words muffled into the wood of the bar and the silk of his sleeves. Sparkling could barely breathe. "Never found a good opening, couldn't figure out how to say it, and I think I'm pretty smooth when I wanna be, but you're... something else, Sparkling. You make a man forget how to speak."

Sparkling stared, Vampire's words washing over him in waves of disbelief and warmth. That his friend had been silent all night, choking on the right words to say to him, it stole his breath away. He had his doubts, but something told him that Vampire was genuine. Something told him that these words weren't just the product of a lonely man having had too much to drink and wanting company for the night.

Vampire lifted his head a little, just enough to peek up at Sparkling with one dark purple eye that was far too vulnerable to be anything but sincere. It was enough for him.

Sparkling stepped closer, unfolding his arms from where they had been crossed across his chest. Vampire lifted his head, sitting up, and Sparkling reached over the bar to cup his cheeks. Gently, careful of the empty glasses nearby, he leaned over the bar as well, and pressed a soft kiss to Vampire's forehead.

"It's late," Sparkling said carefully, pulling back and meeting Vampire's hopeful gaze. "You're drunk, and I have to shut down the bar. But find me tomorrow before I open, when you're not drunk, and I'll kiss you properly. Okay?"

Looking positively starstruck, Vampire nodded once. Sparkling smiled, enjoying the soft feeling of Vampire's skin against his hands before they slipped away. Vampire gave a little sigh, a small, dopey smile on his face, and melted into the bar, watching Sparkling finish up for the night.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 8*

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

I know, I wait almost 4 days and now you gotta go through this bullshit. I can already hear your cries of anguish and suffering.

I love it so much. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

That being said I promise regular chapters for the rest of the week! Okay I don't promise but I promise to do my best.

Note: Alright it's a fanfic people, alternate universes and all that. So you know what we're saying that all the Carisi sisters are younger, and Sonny was the big bro. Kay? I can't deal with all the continuity stuff.

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Sonny was watching TV with Amanda when his phone went off. He paused the movie and answered the phone:

“Barba it’s kinda late--”

“What's wrong with your cousin?” he flatly said.

“Excuse me?” Sonny asked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Carisi,” Barba insisted.

“Well it's a loaded question, Barba.” Sonny replied.

“Okay then just answer me this,” Barba sighed. “Why did I come back to my apartment to find her halfway through my once full bottle of vodka and pouting on the couch. Oh, after she had gone through all of my things of course,”

“Aw shit,” Sonny muttered under his breath. “That's kind of on me, Barba,”

“One second babe,” He muttered to Amanda, while he got up and went into his kitchen.

“Babe?” Barba asked.

“It’s just Rollins,” Sonny dismissed it.

“So you have feelings for me, but you’re fucking Rollins?” He asked in a snarky tone.

“What, are you jealous or somethin’ Barba?” Sonny smirked.

“No, don’t be stupid,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Why is it on you?” He changed the subject.

“I should have never filled her head with doubts and suspicions and then sent her back to your place; when I should have known that you would keep a full bar in your apartment,” Sonny sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Well of course I would keep a stocked bar in my apartment Sonny, I entertain people and I'm a grown man,” Rafael scoffed.

“Yeah, again it's on me,” Sonny repeated.

“Okay so what is wrong with your cousin?” Rafael asked.

“I think that pretty much answers it, don't you think?” Sonny asked in a “duh” tone.

“... I see,” Rafael glanced at his bedroom door wearily.

“Where is she now? Did you send her away? Please tell me you didn't send her away,” Sonny begged.

“No I didn't send her away, she's sleeping it off in my bedroom,” He got up and walked to his bedroom door. “I didn't want to just kick her out because she was upset. I'm not that big of a dick,” He whispered as he watched you sleep. You looked so calm and peaceful, that’s the girl he remembered.

“ You know, this should probably be better explained in person,” Sonny walked back into his living room where Amanda glanced over at him. He motioned for her to get her stuff together.

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah okay, not like I have anything else to do,'' he rolled his eyes as he shut his bedroom door and walked back to his living room.

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Sonny showed up to Rafael's apartment with a loaded head and a semi heavy conscience. He knocked on the door and Rafael let him inside.

“Okay so what kind of long story is this,” Rafael asked while he poured himself a glass of scotch. He noticed Sonny giving him a weird look.

“What? It's not like she's in here now,” he rolled his eyes.

“True,” He nodded. “Do you have beer?”

“Yes, dark or light?” Rafael made a disgusted face while he asked. He couldn't stand the taste of beer but he always had it on him just in case he had barbarians over such as Sonny.

“Shiner Bock, if you have it,” Sonny requested. Rafael nodded as he went into his ‘party fridge’ and handed him one before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Alright so where do I start?” Sonny thought out loud.

“Well I guess first of all I wanted to say I don’t wanna say I told you so, but this is exactly why I didn't want you and Y/N to get involved in the first place. It had nothing to do with my feelings for you. It’s because I know that you tend to keep relationships with guys and girls chill and casual, but Y/N is a special case and special to me,”

“Yeah.. I wish you had expressed that before,” Rafael groaned.

Well what was I supposed to say in front of her, Barba? ‘Oh hey by the way, you probably shouldn't get involved with my trainwreck of a cousin? Sonny asked defensively.

“Maybe? I don’t know…” Rafael sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“Look, Rafael,” Sonny put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like she’s some kinda degenerate junkie,”

“Oh well, that’s great--” He started to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious Rafael!” He pounded the table.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Sonny,” He finally used his first name, trying to be as soft with him as possible. He could see how much you meant to him, and it was really endearing. “Go ahead,”

“Alright,” Sonny sighed, ready to tell your life story. You would probably kill him later for it, but there was no hiding your...issues now, he might as well get the whole context.

“Well, first of all-- her dad died before she was born, overdose,” He began. “Then she was stuck with her junkie mother, my auntie. Who by the way at this point, nobody had heard from in years,” He took a sip of beer.

“So anyways,” He began again. “One day, she showed up at my mom’s doorstep with Y/N, and told her that she can’t take care of Y/N, or that she didn’t want to,” He sighed. “She was three years old by then, I don’t even wanna think about what happened before then,”

“Jesus…” Rafael muttered.

“I was eight years old at the time, my sisters were even younger. My mom and dad had enough on their plate with just us. So, I kinda took her under my wing,” He went on.

“We became so close, she wanted to go by “Sunny” just so she could be like me. I told her it would be confusing for the two of us, so I called her Sunshine, Sunny for short. That way if I’m calling her sunny, then obviously it’s not myself,” He chuckled. To this day, he still called you Sunshine.

“But as she grew up, she just...kinda had a rough go. She didn’t really interact with kids her own age, she was really defensive and untrusting with anybody but me. Not even my parents. And then we got the call that her mother died, and it ripped me up inside to see her body at the funeral. It was so fucked up, she was so fucked up. That’s why I-- I think something really bad happened to her when she was with her mother, Rafael. Like-- really, bad.

“Fuck..." Rafael muttered while glancing at his bedroom door. He didn't want to imagine what you had been through at such a young age. He wanted to run in his room right now and just hold you, but he kept his composure.

“So then I went off to college when she was ten years old, just about to start junior high. She begged me to stay, but I told her she had a good family and that my parents and sisters loved her as much as I did, and to stay out of trouble. But...kids are cruel. They made her harder, and harder. Without me there to be her-- I dunno, her guiding light or her-- protector, she just kinda fell into a bad crowd by the time high school rolled around,” He sighed while taking another swig of beer.

“...Right,” Rafael nodded.

“So when i came home from school my mom told me she was going to kick Sunny out. I asked her why, and she went on and on about how she had gotten in with these local girls who were like, I dunno some kinda girl gang, and they’d knock over liquor stores and then get drunk and stoned. She said she was never around anyway, unless it was to steal money out of her purse; And she just didn’t wanna deal with her anymore,”

“...But she was only fifteen at the time,” Rafael was stunned.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told her!” Sonny exclaimed. “Look Barba my mom is the salt of the earth, but like I said she had a lot on her plate and my dad wasn’t around a lot-- and she had three other daughters to watch out for,”

“Three of her OWN daughters,” Rafael clarified with a judgmental tone.

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “I know how it sounds. And maybe-- maybe you’re right, maybe that’s why she washed her hands clean of Sunny. Because she was just a by-product of her fucked up sister. But I-- I’m not gonna condemn her for it. And you sure as hell don’t get to judge her,”

“You’re right,” Rafael nodded while sipping his scotch.

“So I took Sunny in,” Sonny finished his beer as he wrapped up his story. “I took her in while I went through the police academy. I made sure she got sober, quit hangin’ out with those girls, I got her to do well in school, hell I got her to graduate high school!”

“And…?” Rafael pressed.

“...And when I started bouncing around precincts, she was finally a productive member of society so she started living on her own. She had a few jobs, but never really going anywhere. So once I got placed here in SVU and started making better money, I started helping her out with rent and her car, as long as she promised to start going to community college. Which she agreed to because she really does wanna make something of herself,” He half smiled thinking about how far you had come and how proud he was to call you his cousin now. You were so full of life with dreams and ambitions he never saw in you as a scared little kid.

“Okay so-- how does all of this lead to what happened tonight?” Rafael leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Because she’s still an addict, Barba!” Sonny tried not to yell, but didn’t understand why Rafael was still so flippant about you.

“Just because she got her life together-- I got her life together, doesn’t mean that she just got ‘better’. She’s on a daily see-saw of sobriety. I do weekly ‘drop ins’ just to check on her. It’s gotten a lot better as time goes on, and the less and less I worry about her, but--” He took a breath and looked at the floor.

“....Deep down she’s still that little girl with all of her walls and her distrust. She doesn’t have friends, I really don’t think she’s ever had a stable ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ I mean she-- she doesn’t, talk to people,” He paused before looking up and into Rafael’s eyes.

“...Which is why it has been yankin' my chain tryin’ to figure out just why in God’s name she was so-- open, to you,” He finally admitted. “She’s never been that close to anybody else but me, not in her entire life,”

“Wait,” Rafael put a finger up. “So...you haven’t actually been jealous of Y/N this whole time, you’ve been jealous of me?” He half laughed.

“I mean, it’s a little of both,” He shrugged with a small smile, able to joke about his feelings now. “But I meant what I said when I first got here, I know the main thing that Y/N needs in her life right now is stability. And you-- you are not stable, in the least,”

“Oh I’m the unstable one?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Relationship wise, yeah,” Sonny pointed out.

“....Fair point,” Rafael nodded as he finished off his scotch. He knew the longest relationship he had ever had was with the cute barista he saw every morning who knew how to make his coffee just right. And that relationship only took him five minutes a day to maintain.

“So…” Sonny knocked Rafael from his thoughts.

“So...what?” Rafael quirked an eyebrow.

“So, I think that--” Sonny took a deep breath, knowing you might hate him for this. But it was for the best, and it needed to be said.

“I think that if you care anything about her, or me for that matter, that you let me take her home, and forget about this whole weekend,”

“....I mean…” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to let you go. Well, he didn't want to let go of the girl he had met at Forlini's. The girl who made him laugh, who he could be his true self around, the girl he might---

“Look the bottom line here Barba is that Y/N is-- a lot of work. I should know, I’ve been taking care of her for 19 years. But I don’t mind it, because I love her more than anything else in this world. Well, her and the rest of my family. But still-- I love her,” Sonny now stood up.

“And I get that you like her, but she--- she has gotten way too serious about you way too fast, and way too hard. And this?” He gestured around the room, referring to the whole night. “This ain’t even the tip of the iceberg with her, if she’s really fallen off the wagon,”

“...God dammit,” Rafael stood up and began to pace in his living room. He thought about every single second he had spent with you since he met you; you had never seemed so...broken, as Sonny was describing you.

“What I’m saying is, unless you’re ready to-- ‘deal’ with her, and everything that comes with that, please for the love of God, just walk away now,” Sonny pleaded.

“Because she won’t listen to me if I tell her to stay away from you. And if things get too ‘real’ for you, you’re just gonna freak out or-- or get bored, and throw her away. Her self worth will drop to shit. And if that happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get her back from that,”

“I would never just throw her away, Carisi,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say that, Barba,” Sonny debated.

“And why the hell not?” Rafael narrowed his eyes.

“Because you’ve never NOT just ‘thrown away’ someone,” He chuckled. “That front door might as well be a garbage chute,”

“You son of a--” Rafael started to yell at him but Sonny cut him off.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Barba. Look me in the eyes and tell me I have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’ll leave here and let you deal with her the way you want to,” Sonny looked at him pensively. Rafael looked at him for several seconds, then softened his glare into a sad concession.

“....Take her,” He muttered softly while looking at the ground.

“Thank you,” Sonny mumbled softly as he turned to go retrieve your passed out self from the bedroom. However, he was instead met with the most unsettling sight:

You were standing in the doorway of the room, glaring at the two of them.

“...H-Hey, Sunshine--” Sonny tried to appease you with an awkward smile.

“Don’t,” You growled, stomping into the living room and began packing your bag.

“Y/N, what are you--” Rafael went to put a hand on your bag but you snatched it away before you shot fire out of your eyes into his gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand what you just said?” You barked at him with tears in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty damn sure I heard ‘take her’. You know like I’m some sort of defective Amazon package,”

“That’s not what I meant---” He softly spoke, the guilt of his words being heard by you was quickly eating him alive.

“No I know what you meant, Rafael,” You zipped your duffel shut angrily.

“I heard the whole god damn spiel. Which, by the way, thank you so much for detailing my entire little sob story, cousin,” You glared at Sonny as you started walking towards the front door, shoulder checking him.

“But neither of you have to worry about anything anymore, okay? You’re released from your ‘duties’. This trainwreck is leaving the station, so you can relax,” You looked at the both of them with pain in your eyes, tears cracking your words.

“Sunshine--” Sonny started after you.

“DON’T,” You glared at him while putting a finger up. “Don’t ever call me that again,”

“At least let me drive you home--”

“No,” You shook your head. “And you know what, cuz? I didn’t realize I was such a financial burden, so you know what? Cut me off. Because I’d rather be homeless again than take any more money from you,”

“What did I do?!” Sonny was now angry. “All I did was come over and try to protect you, that’s it!”

“I don’t need your protection!” You screamed. “This whole time...this whole time, I thought you were proud of me. That you trusted me,”

“I do trust you--”

“You don’t!” You stomped your foot while tears streamed down your face. “Y-You think that if . one single thing like a boy not liking me is gonna set me off, like I’m some kind of bomb you’ve kept from detonating for years. My life is not your responsibility anymore, Sonny! I don’t think it ever was!”

“Well who’s else was it gonna be?!”

“NOBODY’S!!!!” You finally dropped your duffel bag and kicked the wall, leaning your head against it. You were strangely quiet for a long pause before you spoke again in an eerily calm voice.

“...Do you know why my mother “dropped me off’ with your mother?”

“Because she couldn’t take care of you--”

“No I heard what you said,” You sniffled with a sad smile. “Because she didn’t want to,”

“Sunshine--”

“But leaving me with your mother, was her plan b,” You cut him off, still looking at the floor.

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked cautiously while looking at Rafael who had a terrified look in his eyes.

“She didn’t want to ‘burden’ her sister with me, but she had to when I wouldn’t die,”

“...W-What?” Rafael almost choked on the words in disbelief.

“She tried to smother me with a pillow, but I wouldn’t die. I kept screaming and crying, and I guess it touched her strand of humanity, so she stopped,” You rolled your eyes with the same sad smile.

That memory was forever imprinted in your brain. The terror of being woken up in blackness, unable to breathe. The smell of the cigarette smoke covered pillow being shoved into your throat and nostrils. Your mother crying and telling you it would be over soon, just to let go. And finally her sad, pathetic whimpers and sobs when she finally lifted the pillow from you, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t do one good thing in her life. That now she was going to have to pass you, her problem, onto her sister.

“Y/N, baby girl--” Sonny stepped towards you again.

“I wasn’t supposed to be raised by anybody, Sonny. I’m not even supposed to be alive!” You stomped your foot again while tears continued to flow.

“That’s not true!” He ran over and grabbed you in a hug. “You are not a burden,”

“Really?” You laughed sarcastically into his shoulder as you pushed him away from the hug. “You just said your mom didn’t even want to deal with me. Nobody did,”

“I did!” He argued. “I do,”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m my mother’s daughter. I don’t wanna be your burden,” You picked up the duffel and opened the door.

“Okay well you have no choice in that so you’re gonna have to let that go,” Sonny grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Fine,” You finally conceded with a blank expression.

“Guess I’ll just have to let a lot of things go, won’t I?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Rafael one more time with the saddest eyes.

He stared back at you with a stone cold face. He wanted so badly just to go and hold you in his arms, telling you how you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you, and that you deserved everything good and all the love in the world. But Sonny’s pleas were still in his head.

He didn’t know if he wanted the responsibility of your entire self worth and happiness, let alone your sobriety on his shoulders. He didn’t even like to get close to clients with that many issues, the pressure was too much. So instead he just stood there, trying not to show how much this was killing him, sending you away like this.

“Come on Sunshine, just-- let’s go, okay?” Sonny pleaded with you softly, pulling at your hand. You didn’t answer, you just nodded and started walking down the hallway towards the elevator, leaving Sonny at the door.

“...Thank you, Barba,” He mumbled softly, nodding at Rafael. Rafael barely nodded back before Sonny closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Rafael dropped on his knees and began to cry. He didn’t know why exactly, was he crying because he felt horrible for all the shit you had gone through? Was he angry at himself for not being able to get over his own bullshit to actually open up and care about someone for more than a week? Was he really that big of a hypocrite, showing empathy to clients all the time but shutting out the one person he felt he might-- he couldn’t even think it. He wouldn’t let himself think it. He just composed himself and poured another scotch while turning on the TV, trying to forget what just happened.

His NETFLIX menu popped up; it asked him if he wanted to continue watching Bojack Horseman. He closed his eyes and muttered obscenities in spanish while memories of the night before flooded his brain, making him cry angry tears once more. He finally decided just to go to bed, maybe his brain would release him from torture if he could turn it off.

He wasn’t sure he could ever turn it off now.