#but wasn't nearly as phased by it like the last time either

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve was a late bloomer. He didn't expect to present as an omega right after seeing a bloody Eddie Munson into the ER.

His biological changes weren't a problem at first. He found his perky tits and even newly-slit cunt easily acceptable. They just felt right on his body.

His peace only lasted until he visited Eddie in the hospital and slicked his underwear beyond repair.

It was embarrassing and also pathetic because he was quite certain Eddie didn't want him that way.

He knew the alpha just flirted with him for fun like everyone else.

To fix it, Steve began wearing scent blockers religiously, dressing in more layers, and using pads to keep his slick from leaking out and ruining the sterilized air.

So far, it was a success. No one batted an eye when he got a little wet whenever he sat beside Eddie's bed.

Even Robin—his platonic soulmate who had always been in tuned with him—didn't pick up his inappropriate behavior.

As for Eddie, the alpha just became friendlier with him; kissing his hands, giving him more flatteries, hugging him tighter and longer than the others, etc.

Though Steve was flustered by the new development, he reminded himself that it likely meant nothing to Eddie.

Still, he couldn't stop finding excuses to see Eddie nearly every day.

Eventually, Eddie was discharged, went through every PT session with admirable strength and determination, and recovered beautifully.

They held a party to celebrate it and Steve was rosy cheeked with joy when Eddie stuck by his side the whole time. And even followed him everywhere like a lost puppy.

It was cute.

Even though Robin kept saying otherwise.

Eddie seemed to decide they were best friends now. Because wherever Steve went, the alpha would be right beside him.

Steve didn't find it as annoying as he had thought. Since Robin and Vickie were in their moonstruck phase, she couldn't spend as much time with him anymore.

He was happy for her, but it was also kinda lonely. A problem that Eddie's constant presence had quickly resolved.

They would hang out and do everything together; cooking, doing chores, listening to the music, watching movies, getting high, and even sleeping.

It wasn't right for an unmated omega to get so close to an unmated alpha, but their bond ran deeper than their carnal instincts. A few cuddles wouldn't hurt their friendship.

Or so Steve told himself.

Because he had to change his panties at least thrice a night before going to bed to not disturb his friend with his situation.

"Where are you goin'?" Eddie muttered sleepily just as Steve tried to get out the alpha's arms.

On the other hand, his body had been acting weird lately. Producing more slick than usual and becoming more sensitive.

It might be his fault for letting Eddie into his nest all the time, but it wasn't like he could help it, either.

Jesus. Even Eddie's raspy voice already made his cunt pulse with want.

Steve felt thankful that he didn't give up his scent blockers. Otherwise, he'd no doubt smell like a bitch in heat right now.

"Nature's call," Steve mumbled, frowning slightly when Eddie's hold just got tighter around him and the musky scent grew thicker.

"'S your slick, isn't it?" Hot lips pressed to his ear, making him stop cold. "Yeah, I can smell it. Been wanting to taste how sweet you are, omega."

Steve gulped dryly, his brain turned hazier and hazier with lust. And yet...

"W– Why didn't you say anything?"

"And chased you off?" Eddie chuckled and squeezed a hand between his thighs, feeling his wetness and scratching his clit lightly through the cotton. "No way, baby."

Steve closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath, choking on the scent of a very aroused and virile alpha.

He didn't know why his blockers didn't work, but the heat of Eddie's palm on his clothed cunt was distracting enough that he just stopped questioning it altogether.

"Be gentle with me," he craned his neck to meet those dark wild eyes.

"You got it, angel," Eddie rolled him on his back and kissed him sweetly. "Gonna worship your pretty cunt for the rest of my life."

And Eddie did.

Eating him out every given chance and everywhere; on the bed, in the kitchen, in the back of the van, on the couch, in the shower.

And when Steve's heat arrived a few days later, Eddie had happily stayed up all night just to suffocate in the sea of slick before knotting him over and over again in the morning.

Which, consequently, triggered the alpha's rut and led to Steve being kept in bed for another week.

And by the end of it all, he was thoroughly bred and ravaged.

Eventually, Steve figured it out once they became mates. His blockers still worked just fine.

Eddie was the problem.

He was a horn dog who had sniffed out Steve's slick and got addicted to it.

But fortunately, Eddie had agreed to make do with his used panties whenever Steve was too sore to let him near his cunt.

The only problem was that Steve now had to guard his favorite pairs very closely.

[mxchaelsdiary]

"Is that the impression you get from me?"

･ ｡ﾟ★: . Headcanons. :☆ﾟ. ･

History

★ Michael was the first angel created by Father, and the eldest of the angels.

★ Michael's decision to cast the brothers out wasn't a punishment, but rather an act of desperation. He realized his heart couldn't bear to fight against the brothers any longer, and that if the war continued they'd surely lose and pay for it with their lives- either at Michael's own blade, or at Father's hand as execution for their crimes against the Celestial Realm. And so, in a split-second decision, he cast them out as a desperate attempt to end the war without any further bloodshed. More about this can be read here.

Hobbies

★ Prior to the Great Celestial War, Michael prided himself in his swordsmanship and often did fencing with his siblings during peacetimes. However, ever since the war he has not been able to bring himself to pick up a blade.

★ Michael collects enchanted artifacts, and keeps detailed notes on their histories.

★ Michael has had a range of different hobbies and interests over the millenia, with many becoming all-consuming phases for short periods of time. For every long-lasting hobby that's defining to his character, there's another ten random subjects he happens to know a lot about because he was obsessed with it back in year 547BC or something.

★ Michael is secretly very fascinated by both the Human World and the Devildom- though he'll never admit a fascination with the demonic, and he's far too busy nowadays to get much opportunity to engage with either.

★ Michael is a huge maximalist fashion-wise, owning and wearing lots of jewelry and other accessories.

Abilities

★ Michael can be easily startled out of a disguise; often, any kind of physical pain or significant surprise will be enough to shift him back to his own form.

★ Michael is clairvoyant, able to see and know things without actually being there. It's limited but powerful, and he likes to keep others on their toes wondering what he knows and what he doesn't.

★ Michael is capable of dream manipulation. On occasion, he'll check up on his brothers' dreams and change bad ones to good ones - or pester them in their dreams if he's feeling lonely. As dreams are a product of a subjective and fluid subconscious, sometimes his meddling has unintended effects.

★ Michael can manipulate space and time, but isn't as proficient in it as Barbatos. He also rarely proactively uses his time abilities anymore, having developed a healthy fear of it following an incident when he was young and dumb where he nearly collapsed the entire timeline using time magic to win a battle. Nowadays, he really only uses it to clean up Nightbringer's Solomon's others' mistakes.

Miscellaneous

★ Michael is prone to sleepwalking, especially when stressed.

★ Due to the trauma of losing the brothers, Michael has developed pretty serious separation anxiety with his remaining family. For the sake of the exchange program, he's working on it.

★ Michael's feathers have strong protective and fortune-granting properties- as such, they're rather sought after, much to his annoyance.

★ Michael's wings are similar to a swan's- he has hard, bony spurs underneath his feathers that make his wings rather efficient blunt weapons in combat. His wings are also absolutely massive, so they're usually folded to his back so he doesn't accidentally whack someone.

★ Michael loves to spoil his brothers, but he tends to take it a little too far.

[akutasoda]

Greetings! This is my first time requesting on tumblr so please lmk if I was specific enough? I really liked your headcanons about the Obey Me brothers with a rebellious teen mc, and I was wondering if you could do one with the dateables (platonic ofc)

If you feel comfortable, maybe the mc has a lot of trauma and subconsciously latches on to them as a healing parental/family figure? If you’re not comfortable adding that, just ignore the last part.

Have a nice day! (^_<)〜☆

try me

undateables wave 1

synopsis - first impressions in the devildom did solely depend on your current rebellious stage

includes - diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon - all platonic

warnings - gn!teen!reader, reader is mentioned to have undescribed past trauma, fluff, slight crack/angst, wc - 803

a/n: hello! thank you and hope your doing well! if you want the other dateables lmk!!

diavolo ★↷

↪he had found your little rebbelions entertaining. from the very first moment he couldn't explain why but he loved the kind of challenges he reckons the new exchange student would bring - much to both lucifers and barbatos dismay. although it couldn't be help when the little nagging feeling of wanting to protect you arose.

↪he never minded when you sought out his presence, never really catching on to why but always excused barbatos when he asked why. maybe he would eventually catch on as to why or maybe you told him. either way when he found out, that urge to protect you grew and he became determined to heal those memories.

↪his duties may keep him busy quite often but he would always make compromise to be with you, especially if something triggered a particularly bad memory. additionally just enjoys spending time with you, he took on the role as your healing/parental figure as if it was always that way.

barbatos ★↷

↪when you had first arrived in devildom he was only concerned about your age considering you would be staying in a place like this. sure your initial display of defiance would concern him more but he didn't really care for that. he was one of the only people to properly read your files afterall.

↪and as time went along he would notice how you naturally gravitated toward him for anything. he could probably guess the reason and never would press you to tell him. he wouldn't mind being your new parental/healing figure as atleast he knew someone was doing it right - and he enjoyed being with you almost to the point were he truly saw you as his own younger sibling.

↪would additionally always be the first at your side to comfort you whenever some form of trauma resurfaced, no matter what he was doing prior. always looking to replace those bad memories with newer, better ones. would very much grow accustomed to having you around and would always feel slightly worse when he hadn't seen you that day.

simeon ★↷

↪simeon was quite confused when he first met you as the new exchange student. he did feel a concern with someone as young as you being in such a place, let alone with that attitude. but he knew it wasn't his place to object so he did take it upon himself to look out for you whenever possible.

↪then he started noticing how you always sought his presence out - truth be told, his kind nature meant you naturally started gravitating towards him ad your new parental/healing figure. and however he found out he didn't mind, in fact he was rather glad. not about why you were doing this, but glad you had chosen him as now he knew he wanted to replace any bad memories with better ones.

↪your rebellious nature didn't phase him, in fact he did find it quite amusing at times - not when you nearly out yourself in danger however. he would never ask for a full explanation unless you willingly gave it to him as he knew it was a sore subject. overall just really took it upon himself to look out for you.

solomon ★↷

↪he didn't quite know what to think when he learnt the new exchange student was in fact a teenager. but then he found out your in your rebellious phase and loved it. he knew you would bring a certain essence to the program and he was there for it.

↪despite the brothers protest in you not listening to them when they told you to avoid solomon, you did and quickly saw him as your parental/healing figure. he wasn't oblivious and knew straight away when you started hanging out with him more and more. especially when you would always ask for his opinion or for him to do stuff with you - and he happily obliged to any of it.

↪he knew how important having a healing figure in your life would be, so he wanted to offer you a better time than whatever you faced before coming to the devildom. he also loves your rebellious behaviour and finds it very fun especially when you deny lucifer.

[royaltyoon]

GUN X READER

Deal with the devil

[A/N]

I actually like this one, it's a little long but I made the reader badass asf.

It's not the most realistic, but which fic ever is?

Tw: mentions of weaponry and death threats. Implied intercourse (?)

You stood at the entrance of the bigdeal streets. According to your calculations, he should be here soon. You were in charge of all the money statistics in the crew and you knew the amount was falling short. You knew he would visit sooner or later.

His entrance was right on cue, as if you summoned the devil himself. It wouldn't be beneath him to be the incarnation of the devil either. So the aim wasn't far off.

"We need to talk." If gun had as much as seen your face before he would've thought you both knew eachother. "And who are you?" He stopped right in front of you, holding his umbrella, shielding him from the rain. You couldn't say the same with your wet clothes and hair matting up, falling flat in its place.

"that doesn't matter. But I can't let you meet jake. Not when I know what the conversation is going to be about."

"so you know." He said, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his foot. "I wondered who was in charge of all the finances after Samuel left. Guess that's you."

You bit the inside of your cheek, so much for being a secret. "I'm not here to beat him up, you should've known that too." His dark eyes stared straight into your soul.

"I do. But it's not a good time to have that conversation either." You knew jake was under too much pressure, especially after whatever happened with sinu. This topic would only put more on his plate than there needs to be. Jake was like an older brother to you, and you tried your best to repay whatever kindness he paid you.

"unfortunately, I don't take orders from you." He took a step to the right, dismissing your presence. You move in front of him again, blocking his way. "Are you planning on fighting me? Even you should know that's a losing bet for you." He raised an eyebrow.

He was not phased by your determined stance. "Alright let's make this interesting. Land a hit on me and I'll leave. You have a minute." His voice had a daring tone.

"I'm extremely good at taekwondo, are you sure a hit is all I need?" Pretending to be tough doesn't always pan out, but it's still worth a try.

You took his silence as a yes. You knew your skills weren't nearly enough to even touch him, so you had to work around it. You needed more than simply brawns.

"predictable." His voice was bored when he blocked your kick. "Pathetic." It rang out again. He didn't even have to keep his umbrella down, the power gap was just that much.

He held your ankle right before it could hit his face. Using it to your advantage, you try to twist your way out of it. "You know it's no use-" He fell silent as a small *tak* sound was made.

His left his grip on your foot and brought his hand to his eye. "Was that a stone?" His voice grew louder. "Mh-hm. My aim is impeccable." You shrugged, a grin breaking out but it dropped just as quickly.

You ducked as his fist reached out to you. "Hey now. A deal is a deal. You said you'd leave if I land a hit. And I did. You didn't mention it had to be physical contact" You could tell he wasn't happy to hear that. "Joongoo would've approved of you" he mumbles. Before turning back.

He stops half way, "Next time we meet, I won't go easy." He says without looking back.

"Next time we meet, I'll bring a gun." (I mean like a pistol. Lol)

--- (few months in the future)---

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to open the door. Knowing the devil is on the other side really made you not want to. Big deals monetary status hadn't improved much since the last time. And you knew the next visit by him wouldn't be just a warning.

So you thought of the only way this would play out in your favour was if you went to him before he came to you.

Finally opening the door to his office and making your entrance. "Missed me?" You grin, putting on your tough facade again.

He took a few seconds to register the scene before he spoke. "Not in the slightest." His tilted his head to look behind you, seeing a body laying unconscious. "So the taekwondo wasn't just a ruse?" He asked. "Maybe not" you shrugged.

"I kept our promise, you know." You dug into your pocket, bringing out a gun (a pistol) and lazily twirling it around your fingers. It didn't do much to change his expression. Rather it seems you intrigued him more.

"There's one bullet in this. And you know I won't miss. So hear me out." You demanded, a smirk laying on your face and you leaned forward against his table. "Give big deal some more time."

He leaned back on his chair. "And why would I?"

"Or I'm the only one walking out of this room alive."

He smirks, "what do you have up your sleeve this time? You couldn't have just walked into the lions den without a plan?" Gun was more interested in your guts to stand against him rather than worry if it would be his last. He knew it wouldn't be.

"Of course." You smile. "If a big deal member takes out the infamous 'gun'. Big deal would make too many enemies. Stronger ones even. So you see, I left big deal three days ago." His eyebrow arched in surprise. But his silence urged you to continue.

"I left a note and everything." Your hand flailed in the air. "In these three days, I met with your precious leaders of the other crews."

"If you die today. The entire workers affiliate would come to aid bid deal if your acquaintances still manage to pin the blame on big deal. That little nerd with specs? He seemed too enthused to get rid of you." You twirled the pistol in your hand again.

Gun smirked, it gave off creepy vibes which almost made you lose your confidence. "God dog? He didn't seem too inclined to make a deal. He's got that lone wolf drama going on. But I know he wants to get rid of you too and he doesn't like being in-debt to anyone. He'd come to the rescue if the problem ever rises."

"Olly." You sighed. "He was a little tough to convince. But the second i mentioned Eli Jang, he was on board." Gun's expression turned serious at the mention of Eli's name. "And guess what?" You smiled wider. "I have a lead on his whereabouts."

"You're lying." Gun straightened himself. "Or am I?" You challenge him with a grin.

"So, what's your decision. The balls in your court now." You stood up straight, aim the gun(pistol) where his stone cold heart should be.

"You won't pull the trigger." He laughs.

"why not?"

"I see your hand trembling. You don't have the guts."

"or was it all an act." As if on the cue of your words, your hand steadies itself, moving to aim at his head now. "Oh, and if you think you fight i won't be able to shoot you." You throw a decorative piece from his table up in the air and shoot a bullet hitting it perfectly causing it to disintegrate in the air. "My aim? Impeccable. Even on moving objects."

"Didn't you say the gun had only one bullet?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or was that a lie?" You say, bringing back the gun and aiming it at this head. "So, your answer?"

"I shouldn't have called you Samuels replacement. You're better." He grins creepily again. "How do I know you're not lying about making deals with the other crews?"

"you don't." You smile. "It's up to you to risk it."

He laughs, "You've impressed me. I'll give big deal 2 months."

"Make it four and I might let you in on the lead about Eli Jang."

"Alright."

---(few weeks in the future)---

"How did you know you'd find me here?" You said lighting a cigarette. "Where else would you be other than the big deal streets. It had to be a lie that you left the crew." He said, stepping out of the dark.

"it was." You smile, the cigarette hanging between your lips. Taking it out and passing it to him, you blew out smoke.

He accepted the cigarette, leaning against the alley wall beside you. It was silent for a while "What brings you here?" You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He dropped the cigarette and put out the butt. "You." He said and pushed himself off the wall.

"wha- before you could complete your sentence, he brought his lips against yours. His hand traveled under your ear bringing you closer. It was hard not to kiss back when it felt so intoxicating. You were convinced he was the devil, no one else could be this tempting.

You pulled away to breathe, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing you into the wall with rough hands. He tasted like cigarettes, the addictive kind.

You took him up to your room that night after he snaked his hand under your shirt and you had no will to stop him. That gave rise to a 'no strings attached' agreement between the two. You made a deal with the devil.

---(three months in the future)---

"This ends the second you hurt jake." You said in between breaths. "Why." He shoved you against the wall harder, his hands pressed against your waist. "Are you talking about someone else when I'm right here." He bit down on your lower lip until you voiced out a moan. And he smirked in satisfaction.

Gun had come to grow accustomed to you, to your body. He knew what would make you moan or even scream. And he got accustomed to hearing your sounds more than he'd like to accept.

It had been a while since someone had impressed him like you did. He liked the danger, the thrill. He liked the sensation, he liked yo-

No, no he didn't. It is a 'foes with benefits' situation. That's it, nothing more nothing less. That's what gun told himself.

---(one month in the future)---

Gun stood in the rain. He just took care of jake and disqualified big deal.

For some reason, it felt heavy. Everything did. But mostly, it was his chest.

*tak* a small pebble hit him on the back of his head. He knew exactly who it was.

Another pebble followed, and then another.

He finally turned around and looked at you. Your eyes red, but no tears escaped them. You flicked another stone at him. Your last one. "Fuck you." You seethed

"That's exactly what you've been doing all this while." He smirks

"Go to hell." You hissed, turning your back to him. You couldn't stay there a second longer.

"That's exactly where I'll be going." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. He looked at you, as your figure got smaller and smaller and finally merged with the horizon.

He clicked his tongue and himself left the place. But not before he bent down and picked a pebble you threw at him and shoving it into his pocket.

You should've known a deal with the deal would never end well.

[boin-de-bindery]

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by @isthisselfcare

This was my gateway to fanfiction back in 2022 (after seeing it recommended countless times on the romance books subreddit). I read it again just prior to typesetting it last month, and man—what a fic. It's a charming showcase of the merits of transformative works. No other depiction of Draco can top this one for me, and it ticks all the fluffy, slow burn milestones it promises in the tags. Not to mention, it's hilarious. A perfect romance read, like the redditors promised.

Anyway, after reading all 200K words on my phone—for a second time—I wanted a physical copy for the next reread. Although there's a few existing typesets available, I decided to make my own. My goal was a reminiscent rom-com vibe that spoke for itself.

There's no illustrations, only some recurring visual motifs: the heart shaped glasses; the rings; moon phase dividers, which are a nod to Hermione's research trips around the country. The significance of flowers and geodesic wards in the story influenced the title design and back cover.

My favourite part is the spine; there aren't many fanfictions I'd recognise by acronym, but this is one.

Likely my one and only bind for HP, and it makes me smile whenever I pass the bookshelf. Thank you isthisselfcare for sharing your work, as well as your policy on personal fanbinds. Let's keep fandom free everyone 🩷

Technical details and bookbinding ramblings under the cut:

A5 casebinding with an attempt at trimming the edges. This bad boy has 528 pages, printed in seven signatures. A breeze to stitch together, sure, but trimming didn't go so well.

Bookcloth is homemade from pink cotton and a flax-like fabric... I couldn't quite iron out the creases in either case, but I was too impatient to be done with the bind to retry washing and ironing again. I figure it makes it rustic 🤷‍♀️

Pre-printed cardstock endpapers, a gold bookmark ribbon, and handsewn double core headbands. I love how these look, although I succumbed to my usual habit of having too many wraps 🥲 They're squashy but not the worst for a first attempt.

The cover features layers of printable vinyl stickers, clear protective bookwrap and an overlay of rose gold metallic HTV. It was near impossible to ratio the HTV to the print-and-cut vinyl accurately. The back summary graphic ended up waaaay too big, but after three misprints and using up nearly all my HTV, I wasn't in the mood to fix it.

Sabon is the body text font, one I wasn't familiar with. It works really well for romance fiction. I used Beautiful Dream as a feature font, using a mix of the two for the title design and back cover summary.

[donniesbabygirl28]

OMGGG hey tysm💕💕 I absolutely loved the James fic !:) and I’m glad you enjoyed the idea <33333 Okok I have another idea for you hope it’s not too lame!!

Basically rusty James and reader have known each other for quite some time, they met through mutual friend and since then he’s been head over heels for her, but she’s too oblivious to his flirtatious antics. To his dismay though she’s been asked out by some random guy on a date where she either was stood up for or maybe he was being such a prick to her that in both ways she storms out wherever they were. On her way back home she comes across James, who sees her all messed up, frustrated and in tears obviously confused and concerned. And in the end he makes it up for her by taking her on short cute date (of your opinion) and later on probably finds the guy who did all the damage and beats him up lololol

Of course bby! (I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS FR also i'm not putting a date scene for rusty in this because I'm bad at good dates and not ending them like I'm the most traumatized person ever.)

﹛♛﹜But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

You walked over to the lunch table, setting your bag down next to Rusty's.

"Oh hey Y/n. What's up?" One of his friends asked you, patting your back. To which you just smiled and said "Nothin much"

Rusty looked at you quietly before returning back to his lunch.

"Oh Rusty guess what. I got asked out yesterday." You smiled brightly, very proud of your accomplishment.

He nearly choked on his food as he looked at you.

"You serious, man? Who? You finally found someone other than me? The man of your dreams?" He said, pretending he didn't believe you as a joke. Only deep down he didn't feel so good. He felt sick and wanted to lay on the floor until the ground swallowed him whole.

"Mac westen" You said with a smug smile, sitting on top of the table.

He felt as if someone grabbed his heart and threw it on the floor right next to him.

"Oh. That's cool I guess. Congrats." He said, not really delivering good energy, which you just brushed off.

Rusty walked you home like he always did, only this time he wasn't talking with a boastful voice. In fact, he barely even spoke.

You gave him a hug, like normal as your arrived at your house. Rusty wanted to cry knowing that he would have to share these hugs with someone else.

"Whats wrong, Rusty?" You asked sweetly as he hugged tighter.

"Nothin'. Just givin' you a good luck hug." He lied right through his teeth. But you didn't have to know that.

You smiled before walking into your house, immediately getting ready for your date. Rusty walked to his house, thinking "When did I let her slip through my fingers?" and "Why can't it be me?" but he knew the answers to both questions. He supposed that maybe he just wasn't your kinda guy and just wanted someone more stable. Or that maybe he could offer you way more than he ever could.

You slipped into a white slip dress and a pair of white heels that had little diamonds on them. You did your hair and makeup, wanting to look absolutely perfect.

Once you were done, you walked to the place where he said the two of you would meet. The diner.

You saw him in the last booth, sitting by himself as he looked at the menu. You walked his way and sat down in front of him, putting your purse on the right side of you. He smirked slightly and took in your figure. You blushed and looked down.

"So uh. What are we doin' tonight?" You spoke quietly.

He rubbed his hand on your thigh. You weren't that phased because Rusty did that all the time when he was nervous or angry. But you were quite uncomfortable for it to be someone else touching you but you pushed the thoughts away and looked at him with a smile.

"Well I was planning on eating and then I can take you back to my place." He spoke as his hand rested on your knee.

You looked at your menu, feeling like he was staring holes into your body.

"Yeah I suppose that I am a bit hungry." You said, ignoring his last suggestion about taking you back to his place. You were honestly scared of what his intentions were.

He nodded before a waitress came up to take your order.

"Hello Darlings what would you like?" Her voice instantly made you smile brightly.

He stared at her figure longer than he had yours, and you were relieved. But you felt sorry for her as well, seeing her uncomfortable expression.

"Um. I would like the steak, Ma'am." You said, trying to distract her from him so she wasn't so uncomfortable anymore.

She nodded, writing your order down, looking at him for his order.

She took his order after a few attempts of him trying to touch her and swoon her with his words.

You almost felt like getting up and going home. This was your first date ever and it was going horrible.

He

He gripped your thigh under the table, surely leaving nail marks. You winced slightly.

"Ow. What the hell?" You exclaimed, kicking your feet.

His hand only went higher and higher, headed under your dress before you push him away and getting up hurriedly,

"Look. Uh, I don't think this is gonna work. You are being a major asshole. And I don't like the way you are touching me. You are hitting on the waitress and trying to slip your hand up my dress. And I'm sure you left a mark on my leg- yep there it is." You said crying, pointing to it.

He rolled his eyes, throwing his menu at you.

"Yeah whatever bitch. I was only trying to get you in bed anyway." He said walking out the door without paying for his food.

You sobbed at the table, leaving a tip for the waitress and also for the food.

You took your heels off and walked out the door. You had mascara stains running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe you didn't see the signs. You just wished you would've picked the right person.

You cried all the way to the bar, sitting outsid

Your thoughts were cut off by someone running into your foot, you said sorry before looking up and meeting with familiar brown eyes.

"Hey doll. You alright?" He asked, wiping your tears as he looked at you in a panic manner.

It was Rusty. You didn't wanna see him. Not saying that you didn't wanna be around him or anything. But not now. You knew he would throw a fit.

He sat down next to you, rubbing your thigh gently, making you pull away.

And it was weird to him because he was used to doing this to calm not only him but it calmed you down as well.

"Doll did he try to touch you or somethin'? He said angrily, before seeing the marks on your thigh.

He stood up, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to keep his cool.

He muttered under his breath about "Killing that bastard." and "Messin' with my girl."

"Rusty it's okay. It just didn't end well and it's fin-"

He didn't even let you finish before kicking something, the tin can rolling onto the parking lot.

"Look doll. You uh, don't need that jerk and you know what? I'm gonna take you out, okay?" He said, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

You looked at him confused before laughing.

"Rusty James, you know that dates are for people that are in love- or somethin' like that I guess."

Mac definitely didn't feel that way towards you and you regretted even giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Yeah, I know doll. That..That's what I'm trying to say I guess. And uh, it's fine if you don't want to, we can just go out for a coke just as good old friends." He smiled nervously.

He seemed tuff on the outside but on the inside he was burning up and felt like he was waiting for forever to hear your answer.

"No no. I like that first one, Rusty." You said as you smiled back at him.

"I love you doll." He said before kissing your cheek, pulling out off of the bench and walked down the street with an arm over your shoulder.

(I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVEEEE <3 I love when you send in requests it makes my days so much better

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i feel so high school (au) pt. 5.B: pierresteban

anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(pierresteban continued)

and that should've been the end, but it wasn't. because while middle school (gr 6-8) was a lot of cold shouldering and wistful/bitter looks across the hallway high school is where it got mean. esteban was finding it more and more difficult to stay under the radar, especially since everyone was at the age to really be questioning each other's sexuality. so now it's not just the sexist comments it's the homophobic slurs/accusations too, and it wasn't like he had an easy time making friends in the first place but now he literally can't because people associate him with that danger of earning the negative attention too. and every single time he goes to the studio (he has to either walk or take the bus for nearly two hours) he thinks this is the last time, i need to be normal i need to stop being a freak. and then the music turns on and he completely loses himself and loses the pain and the stigma and he just can't bring himself to let it go. it's the only thing that makes him happy.

he could drag pierre down with him. he almost did. he's threatened to multiple times. but as many stories as esteban has about young ballerina pierre, pierre has 1000x worse and he's got pictures. cause yes when esteban was a kid he tried on the girl's costume for a couple recitals and even though that was way back when he was too young for him to really understand and the adults all figured it was a phase and they could let kids be kids, the risk of what the bullies would do to him if they found that out is too great. so pierre gets away with his behavior.

and esteban's trying to keep pushing, keep his head down, not hit back when he gets shoved in the hallways (he's less good at that, but the school knows how bad it'll look on them if they try to punish him for it).

and then something happens in pierre's life, some family tragedy (i am absolutely not basing this off any event in the real person pierre gasly's life because that's too far even for rpf) so in a similar way to when i wrote galex i'm just going to leave it as some sort of traumatic loss. he doesn't talk about it, doesn't let anyone in, he misses two months of school and nobody knows why. when he comes back he's a broken, hollow shell of himself with shadows under his eyes and too-long hair, he bites his nails and he barely talks and he's lost almost thirty pounds. some of his friends from before make halfhearted attempts to reconnect, but they're shallow and living in the fast lane and emotions make them uncomfortable so they give up on him quickly. pierre lets them go. let's say esteban knows something about pierre's family/home life and he has an idea of what happened, he's the only one in the whole school who might and he's starting to feel pity despite his every instinct and he's more than a little scared but he knows that trying to approach pierre is a stupid idea so he waits in limbo.

and then pierre shows up to a night class.

it's an advanced technique class, less than 10 people, and one you have to make an audition tape for to even be considered. if esteban's right and pierre hasn't danced in years, there's no way he should've been able to get in. but there he is. he doesn't seem surprised to see esteban there, and he doesn't approach. esteban is too shocked stupid to say anything the first class, he just watches pierre step onto the floor and dance with absolute awe like he's watching a fallen god come to life. and he's overwhelmed with memories and echoes of the heartbreak he swore he'd left behind and confusion and anger at pierre and anger at himself and he leaves that class early and punches the wall in his room as soon as he gets home because he has no idea what emotions to feel let alone how to contain him. because everything he hadn't even understood as a kid everything he promised was gone is back.

weeks go by and pierre doesn't drop out of the class. he and esteban are still some of the only guys in the studio and definitely the only two from their school. they pretend not to acknowledge it like they're each daring the other to say something and then one night the teacher has them do partners. and because there's an odd number of people in the class esteban tries to sit out but one of the girls is struggling with the routine and because pierre and esteban are both really good at it– and the strongest in the group– the teacher has them demo on each other.

cue the most intense, terrifying, lust-filled, hate-fueld, what the fuck are we doing you're supposed to hate me/i do hate you/why are you looking at me like that why are you treating me like glass why does this feel like we've done it a million times like we've never left each other and after the music ends and they're supposed to step apart they don't, holding the pose and panting and overwhelmed by each other's body heat until the teacher literally has to clear her throat and it gets awkward immediately and they break eye contact and finally jump apart like they've been shocked. but something's happened and there's no fucking way either of them can ignore it now.

WHY DID THIS GET SO LONG HOLY SHIT okay to be continued

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siren song - chapter 6*

previous chapter: chapter 5

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A/N: FIRST: I edited last chapter and added more detail. I wasn't really happy with how it turned out so there's a bit more. Also, MAJOR NSFW warning!! First time writing out smut so I hope it turned out okay!!

Ghost

31 August 2022

1300, Mexican Special Forces Base, Las Almas

As he ran an oiled rag over the barrel of his gun, Ghost thought of summer storms.

Everyone knew when they were coming; the clouds themselves were enough, but the sweet thickness of the air that accompanied them was a dead giveaway. As was the silence the preceded its arrival, the sounds of birds and insects both absent.

Everyone knew the destruction they caused, evident by the flooding and harsh winds that knocked tree trunks onto houses. Roads left undrivable, buildings in ruin.

And even knowing when these storms were about to hit land and knowing the devastation they could leave in their wake, people still sat on their porches and watched as darkness neared, not bothering to hide from its wrath.

And to some, this may seem foolish.

But a Ghost was not one of those people.

He knew there was a beauty in the calm before the storm but also the havoc swirling within it. Lightening tangled like spider webs in the sky would brighten the night like no other, and the heavy downpour didn’t have to feel like drowning; sometimes it was a drink of water after nearly dying of thirst.

And maybe because of all these things, he thought of her too.

She was an enigma. Calm like a gentle breeze, but fervent like a wildfire. Seemingly ruthless and sadistic, but merciful and disciplined. She was not afraid of him, and that was a rare thing in itself; Most people avoided Ghost, not that he was complaining. But she wasn’t fazed, didn’t look at him different because of the mask he wore, and that alone was a fact he reveled in. 

During their fight, he could feel the measure of her strength with every hit and determination with every block. The feeling her mouth wrapped around his thumb kept coming to his mind over and over, as did the sight of her smug expression after she bested him. And most of all, the look she gave him afterwards, when he pulled her in close; desire and longing, one he wasn’t sure he could deny if it came down to it.

Ghost took a couple of deep breaths, trying his best to push out all of the images of her. Her sultry gaze, a lacy bra underneath a white tank top dotted with blood, the sound of her moans over the comms, the feel of her against his body.

“Fuck…” Ghost mumbled, finally managing to wrangle up his errant thoughts and return to the task at hand. 

He was reassembling his weapon with ease, barely even registering the motions, when Soap walked in.

“Lt.,” he greeted, setting his rifle bag at the foot of his bed. Ghost nodded his head in return and traded out the newly assembled weapon for his side arm. As he began taking the pistol apart, Soap sat on the side of the bed.

“Has Siren come back yet?” Soap asked him. 

Back? Ghost thought. He wasn’t aware that she had gone anywhere.

“Last I saw her was a few hours ago. No idea where she is now,” Ghost told him.

Soap hummed in acknowledgement, a contemplative look on his face. “Shepherd called for her about a half hour ago.”

That struck Ghost as odd. Not that he didn’t think she was capable of dealing with Shepherd; no, he was more concerned that he, a Lieutenant, was not asked for.

“Wonder why,” Ghost said out loud.

Soap shrugged. “Think it was about the other night?”

Ghost could guess that he was talking about the night she went undercover. A night he was sure he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

“‘Dunno,” Ghost said. 

Probably not, he thought to himself. Shepherd didn’t seem too phased by it and from his instructions that night, he seemed to expect that level of performance. 

Before he could contemplate anymore, the woman plaguing his thoughts walked through the door to their room, barely sparing either of them a glance as she hurridely grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom. Ghost and Soap shared a puzzled look, not sure what to think of her lack of acknowledgement.

—

Siren

31 August 2022,

1400, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas

You looked in the mirror and once again, you were someone different.

There were no indications of a hardened soldier or an assassin who preyed on weak men. The woman in front of you had kind eyes and a soft smile, a vision of what could have been if life had dealt you a different hand. Sometimes you mourned that life; Maybe by now you’d have a little house and a nice partner to settle down with. But every time you tried to imagine it, you just couldn’t. It was more like forcing a puzzle piece into where it didn’t fit; it would never work, not without cutting out parts of yourself.

Instead of the tight ponytail you typically sported, your hair laid over your left collarbone in an easy braid. The makeup you wore was subtle this time. You didn’t need to stand out; you didn’t need to be the most stunning, most desirable woman this time. You needed to blend in, inconspicuous enough to get near but not draw too much attention. You wore a flowy yellow and orange sundress topped with a jean jacket. You looked “normal” and that was exactly what you were going for.

You put a knife in your jacket pocket and left the bathroom, tote in hand. You walked out and placed the tote by your bed before turning to your teammates. You felt their stares from the moment you walked in and that didn’t change once you left the bathroom in civilian clothes.

“What did Shepherd need you for?” Soap asked as you got a crossbody purse to put your wallet in.

“He wants me to go out for intel,” you told him. “Just me.” 

“Alone?” Ghost asked incredulously. “No backup?”

You nodded and put on your flats. 

“Not sure that’s a great idea,” Soap commented.

“Regardless, it’s a direct order,” you said, looking at both of them. “I’m not doing what I did last time. Its minimal contact, just listening for Alejandro’s boys to translate.”

“It’s reckless is what it is,” Ghost told you sternly. 

You rolled your eyes before letting out a sigh. “You’ve never gone on a mission alone with no backup?”

Ghost didn’t respond to that which is exactly what you expected. He seemed the type to work alone with little to no protections that he’d come out alive. 

“You don’t know me, Lieutenant,” you said harshly, taking a step closer to him so you could look glare into his eyes. “You have no idea what kind of shit I have done. The kind where a wrong move leads to death and extraction isn’t an option. This is nothing. Just because I’m not a man—“

“That’s not what this is about,” Ghost interrupted, stepping even closer so you were toe-to-toe. “We are a team. I don’t give a fuck if it’s you or Soap. We shouldn’t take risks if we don’t have to.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. Direct orders from Shepherd supersede yours.” 

For a brief moment, you glared at each other, neither of you giving in. 

“She’s got a point,” Soap said, much to Ghost’s chagrin. 

Ghost took a breath as if he were going to respond but you spoke instead. You needed to get out there soon and going back-and-forth with your superior wasn’t getting you anywhere. “I’ll wear an earpiece this time. You can talk to me if you need to and let me know if they hear anything suspicious. The braid should cover it.”

A beat passed. 

“Fine,” Ghost conceded, the slight frustration present in his tone. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and watched as he left the room, likely to the control room. 

You gathered your things, tossed a goodbye to Soap over your shoulder, and began looking for Alejandro to let him know the plan and to acquire an earpiece.

—

Once again, you found yourself in a bar in Las Almas, different than the previous one for obvious reasons.

You sat alone at a table in the corner of the room, sipping a cranberry vodka and mentally going over your backstory today. You weren’t planning on needing it but men have come up to you unprovoked before.

Today you were Isabella, 25, on vacation from your job. You worked in sales at an advertisement company in the US but were open to other opportunities if they were offered. You made sure your body language was relaxed and casual, and to not linger look anywhere for too long. 

It was a moderately populated bar, with patrons playing pool, watching a soccer game on TV, and chatting amongst themselves. You were near a table of men that you were fairly confident were cartel members but didn’t get a good enough look to know for sure. You were hoping the mic would pick up their voices from where you were, but if not, you may have to improvise.

“Alright, hang tight Sergeant while Alejandro listens in,” Ghost said over the comms. You couldn’t really respond so you complied, just sipping your drink and feigning interest in the ongoing game on TV.

In all honesty, you were surprised Shepherd hadn’t wanted more out of you. When he was desperate for results, he normally sent you in with execute authority, willing to toe the line of legality as long as it got answers. And you were fine with that. You made yourself into the weapon that you were, it would be idiotic to not use it. You didn’t lose a bit of sleep over the people he sent you after; they were evil in more ways than one and normally involved in nefarious practices outside of terrorism. 

“Keep doing what you’re doing. We’re getting something.”

And so, you did.

You allowed your gaze to roam over to the table of about five men, only picking out a few words from their conversation. A name appeared a few times, “Diego”, possibly something for the Los Vaqueros to look into.

As you looked around, you saw a different group of men, about three, get up from their place at the bar. Just as it looked like they were about to leave, one of them turned around and started walking your way. 

You hoped he was going to the bathroom just so you didn’t have to talk to him and ruin any intel coming through from the mic. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem you would be that lucky tonight. 

“Hola,” he greeted with a charming smile. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

Just as he had begun talking to you, Ghost’s voice rang out in your ear. “Get rid of him, Sergeant.”

“Oh, hi!” you greeted with a smile. “I’m on vacation. It’s my first time here actually.” 

“Maybe I could show you around some?” he suggested, standing closer to the seat you were in, leaning on the table with one of his hands.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a small, embarrassed smile. “I have a boyfriend. I’m actually waiting for him here.”

“Oh,” he said, looking a little dejected. “I hope you have a good time.”

You nodded and watched his retreating form.

“Good girl.”

You sucked in a breath of surprise at the praise.

Bastard, you thought to yourself. His voice was so dark and deep, and now closer than ever since he was literally talking just to you over the comms. And he knew what he was doing. Likely an attempt to get you back from your fight earlier and the tactics you used. 

A little bit of time passed, filled with you keeping your mind under control and Ghost updating you on their progress. Just as you finished your second drink, the men at the table got up to leave. And, just as you suspected, they sported tattoos of the cartel symbol on their bodies.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon,” Ghost said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You paid your tab in cash and left the building shortly after, content to wait on a bench for your ride to pick you up. 

Thoughts of Ghost were becoming quite distracting; the feel of his body against yours, his hand around your neck, a hand inching up your thigh after stitching you up. He was effortlessly intoxicating and all you wanted to do was breathe him in. You weren’t blind, either. You knew that he had to feel it too. Why else would he react so strongly after the fight?

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Siren”

And why did that warning feel more like an invitation?

—-

You made it back to the base after being escorted by one of Alejandro’s men. You weren’t summoned for a meeting about their findings yet so you headed back to your shared room, hoping to get out of the dress and back into your tactical clothes.

Upon arriving, you saw Ghost sitting on the edge of his bed, cleaning his weapons again. It was almost ritual-like, with how often he would clean them. 

Soap was nowhere to be seen, likely at the dining hall.

“Lieutenant,” you greeted. He looked up and nodded in return, going back to his task without a further word.

You went into the bathroom and began deconstructing Isabella. You took out your braid and let your locks fall naturally around your face. You hung your jean jacket on a towel rack outside of the door, leaving only your sundress to unzip.

You reached around the back to reach the zipper, but it was at a very awkward angle, and not something you could do by yourself.

You sighed. Perhaps this could be the opportunity you had been waiting for to finally get him out of your system.

“Ghost?” you called out. “Can you help me for a sec?”

You felt giddiness rise in your chest, and for once in a long time, it was not because you were preparing to kill someone.

You heard faint footsteps getting closer and two knocks on the bathroom door. You opened it to find your Lieutenant eyeing you warily like you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Smart man.

You stepped away to let him in and shut the door behind him. 

“I can’t unzip this,” you told him, gesturing to your dress. “Could you do it for me? Please?”

He nodded once and you turned to face the mirror.

As he came up behind you, you felt the need to push a little bit, just to see what would come of it.

“I told you it wasn’t dangerous.”

He met your gaze in the mirror and narrowed his eyes. “You were lucky.”

“Maybe so,” you replied, feeling his warm hand make contact with your back where the zipper was. “I think I did a great job, though. Worthy of a reward if I do say so myself.” 

Every breath between you felt measured, both of you trying to figure the other out as you neared a precipice you couldn’t back away from.

He hummed in acknowledgement and began slowly dragging the zipper down, eyes never breaking from yours.

“After all, you said I was a good girl,” you teased, a smirk forming.

A hand flew to your waist, holding you still as the zipper finally reached the bottom of its track.

You were presenting a clear challenge with your eyes alone, one that you hoped he would take. However, you could see him debating with himself, so you decided to take matters into your own hands with a little provocation.

“Show me what it’s like to be with someone other than people like them,” you told him pointedly.

“Like who?” 

“Those weak men,” you said, taking the hand on your waist and guiding it up to your abdomen, “the ones that never take a chance,” and up higher, “the ones that can’t keep up,” and leaving it to rest on your covered breast while you whispered the last part.

“The ones that can’t make me cum.”

A hand flew up to grip your throat, causing you to grin at the motion while he pushed his body tight against yours. 

“You’re something else, Siren.” His voice was deeper than you’d ever heard it and it only multiplied the feeling of your arousal.

“I know.” You smiled at him and watched his eyes darken.

He released your throat and pulled the straps of your sundress down your shoulders and peeled it off slowly. It fell to the ground, pooling around your feet, leaving you in a lacy set of underwear and strapless bra while he was fully dressed in tactical gear minus a vest.

You reached around and removed your bra; immediately a hand found your breast and began tugging on your already hardened peak, making you release a quiet moan of pleasure.

Before you could really get into it, his other hand threaded itself into the hair at the base of your skull and made a fist, pulling your head back to look at him in the mirror.

“One rule,” he said. You nodded as best as you could, still slightly distracted by his hand traveling from your breast down your abdomen and stopping right when the tips of his fingers reached your panty line.

“With me, you’re real,” he ordered. “No fake moans. If something doesn’t feel good, you’re going to tell me. This isn’t your job; this is just us.”

You nodded reverently but he tightened his grip causing you to hiss in pleasure-pain.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Ghost. Just us. Now fucking touch me you bastard.”

He chuckled lowly, sliding his hand underneath your underwear and running his fingers through your folds.

“Soaked,” he commented smugly, dragging some of your wetness up to rub your bundle of nerves with his middle finger. You watched the outline of his hand in the mirror, the veins in his arm, the muscles flexing as he began moving his fingers in circles. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, just this small touch making you feel so good, so much better than when you touched yourself. “More,” you demanded.

Ghost removed his hand, causing you to whimper at the loss. He spun you around and both of his hands found the edges of your underwear and dragged them down, leaving you completely bare before him. He lifted you by the waist to sit on the sink, your back against the mirror.

He put his hands on both knees and spread them apart, exposing your arousal to him. You watched his eyes flare and his chest rise and fall faster.

He brought his middle and ring finger of one hand to your lips.

“Suck.”

You eagerly opened your mouth and hollowed out your cheeks, caressing his fingers with your tongue. Instead of just staying still like last time, his moved his fingers forward, deeper into your mouth. You stared at him as you swallowed them down, not choking on the digits as he tested your gag reflex. He quietly groaned and removed his now slicked fingers.

The same hand reached down and cupped the apex of your thighs, rubbing your clit a few times before easing his fingers into you, causing your eyes to roll backwards. When you opened your eyes, he waited for you to look right at him before curling them up, eliciting a true moan, one you hadn’t ever heard come from yourself.

He built up a rhythm, going in and out, curling his fingers with every plunge inside, a pressure building up in your abdomen. You were in a constant state of pleasure, mindless to the rest of the world besides the masked man in front of you.

Ghost continued to finger fuck you, dirty and slow, pushing moans out of you effortlessly. You knew you were getting closer and closer and couldn’t stop your words or reactions.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cried out, thighs beginning to shake.

His unoccupied hand came up to grip your chin and level your stare with his.

“Watch me when you cum,” he ordered. You nodded enthusiastically, not willing to take your eyes off of his.

He sped up and rubbed your clit with his thumb on every push in. You moaned loudly, your eyes becoming hooded as the pleasure became too much for your body to handle. You watched him right as he shoved you over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. He helped you ride out your orgasm and when you came down, he removed his fingers, now more slick than they were from your mouth.

Ghost’s other hand raised his balaclava enough to reveal his lips, and he placed his fingers coated in your slick into his mouth, groaning as the taste hit his tongue.

“Your cunt tastes fucking good,” he growled, pulling your boneless form off of the sink and turning you around once again, making you lean against the sink on your hands. Even though you just came, you were drunk on him and wanted him even more, wanted anything he’d give you.

“Fuck me, Ghost,” you demanded, sticking your ass out a little, desperate to feel his cock splitting you open.

“Gladly.” His hands fumbled to undo his belt and pants. You felt his warm, velvety cock against your ass and watched as he spat down on his hand. He stroked himself a few times before lining himself up behind you, looking at you before moving.

“Please,” you whispered.

Ghost pushed his hips forward, his cock entering you in one go and causing you to drop your jaw from the fullness while he let out a loud groan.

“Fucking hell,” he said, hands coming up to grip your hips tightly. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting harshly back in and forcing a moan from you. He filled you just right, on the right side of painful and the epitome of pleasure. 

As he rocked in and out, pulling your hips back into him on every thrust in, you thought that if you died right now, you’d be fucking happy, being impaled on this man’s cock.

You have been fucked by countless men but nothing, nothing could ever compare to the borderline religious experience you were having as his length buried itself inside of you over and over again. 

You watched his eyes in the mirror; he would look downward to where he was disappearing inside of you and then up to your face, meeting your eyes with an intensity you’d never seen before. His thrusts picked up in pace, but he never sacrificed firmness for speed, the slap of his hips hitting your skin echoing in the bathroom. 

Your moans also picked up in frequency as you began to approach your peak once more, his cock hitting the spot deep inside you perfectly each time. You gripped the sink edge so hard that your fingertips were white with the effort.

He pulled you upright, one hand wrapped around your neck, causing an arch to form in your back as he fucked you. His other hand travelled down to your clit and circled it with precision, causing your pleasure to skyrocket tenfold. 

“Oh my god…” you cried as his thrusts continued with a deadly consistency. 

“Cum,” Ghost told you. “Cum on my cock.” 

You cried out the only name you had for him. He shoved himself inside of you deep and held there while you shook and spasmed around him. 

“Fuckin’ good girl,” he said in that gravely tone of his.

He maneuvered your body into another position, bending you more forward and holding your arms behind you. With one hand gripping your shoulder and the other holding your arms, he pulled out slowly and slammed back in, causing an almost-sob to come out of you. You felt so damn good, tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes.

The sound of your wetness became very loud as he continued to move in and out, joining the sound of heavy breathing, skin on skin, and your uncontrolled moans.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned, fucking you with an such an intensity that you wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises on you the next day. In fact, you hoped you would, if only to remind you that this wasn’t some dream. 

He sped up again; The way he held your body meant that with every thrust in, it jolted you forward but his hands stopped you and brought you backwards instead, making it feel like his cock was pounding into you even deeper than before. You watched yourself getting fucked by your Lieutenant; you looked so fucked out and in a daze. He wasn’t unaffected though. His eyes would occasionally roll back in pleasure and groans would surface after a particularly deep thrust.

“God, Ghost, you feel so good,” you told him. “Never felt like this before.”

“Good.”

Before long, his thrusts became more erratic, signaling he was reaching his end as well. He let go of your arms and instead gripped your waist. 

“Touch yourself,” he choked out. You obeyed, rubbing your clit with a furious intensity. You felt yourself approaching an orgasm for the third time, the feeling rapidly increasing with his more vocal groans as he neared the end.

“Shit,” you cried out, falling into pleasure a final time, muscles twitching so badly that Ghost had to hold up most of your weight. By the time you came back to yourself, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He quickly pulled out and came on your lower back, a heavy groan echoing through the bathroom. You both were still for a second, catching your breath.

He was the first to move; he grabbed a washcloth and wiped his spend from your back and rubbed his fingers over the already forming bruises on your waist from when he came.

“’S okay,” you told him, voice hoarse from use. “We should do that again.”

Your Lieutenant looked back up at you. You were a bit of a mess, with hair mussed and a full-body flush present from all the blood rushing. But that didn’t stop you from giving him a serious stare.

“I’m serious,” you told him. “This doesn’t have to be the last time.”

“We’ll see.” 

“You’re welcome to stay but I’m going to shower. We worked up quite a sweat.” 

He nodded and was quiet for a second.

“I’m going to go out. Don’t need Soap investigating where we both went if he comes back.”

You nodded in agreement and watched as he tucked himself back in his pants and fixed his belt before walking out. You weren’t offended that he was leaving. You were honest about your intentions; it didn’t need to be anything more than sex. 

You had a pleasant ache in your muscles, and you felt sore in all the right places, something you hadn’t really ever felt. You were being honest when you said you hadn’t felt anything like that before.

Hopefully it happens again. And soon.

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[icedmetaltea]

Yesterday was ok, today anxiety's been awful again...

(rambling abt anxiety and nonsense venting below)

felt dizzy/bit of vertigo throughout the morning and when I checked my BP it was 154/108 so that scared the shit out of me... I took a bit of propranolol and that seems to be helping but I'm worried bc when I asked about what a dangerous BP was my stepdad said 160 and up and that's uncomfortably close. The last time it was high it was only like 140/90 so this was really scary

I called the number the crisis ppl give me from a resource sheet on friday again since I never got a response after leaving a message on monday but this time they told me to call yet another number and they said I couldn't get any kind of help till I came to their office to fill out some forms and like??? I CAN'T LEAVE MY FUCKING APARTMENT

Do these people never get ppl with severe agoraphobia?? The last time I had a full-on panic attack I screamed at the top of my lungs and had to call 911 to get ppl to calm me down so I'd stop hyperventilating, you want me doing that in public again??????

Anyway she told me I can call the supervisor and see if she could make an exception in my case BUT ofc she wasn't available and I had to leave a message, no clue when I'll hear back and when I do I doubt she'll even be able to help me

I fucking hate this system. This is why so many people kill and hurt themselves. When they are lost, when there's nowhere else to turn. When the crisis ppl come they give you a whole list of resources but what is there for people like me who are stuck at home, broke, unable to work bc they literally cannot function like this when it gets this bad every couple of months (sometimes more frequently)

it's either go to a psych ward where they'll pump you full of meds that'd just give me the same "locked in" panic attacks which trust me are far worse than toughing it out at home where at least it isn't bright and loud and horrible or face shit on your own

I thought it was starting to get better, yesterday I cooked 3 meals for myself, I went outside and sat on the step for 5 mins, today I can't get out of bed bc every time I try the room spins. Even when I'm laying down like this it's bad. Even if I close my eyes it's bad... I slept better last night and I thought I was doing well but no, midway through the day everything's horrible again. I keep feeling out of breath no matter how many deep breaths I take... other times I feel like there's "too much air" and I'm breathing too fast and can't slow it down... how do I even describe it??

I feel like I'm going insane but at the same time I know it's been this bad and worse before. I remember my childhood. I remember laying on the floor struggling to breathe, alone. I remember begging god to take this sensation of dread to go away, or to just let me die. Anxiety has a habit of always seeming... idk unfamiliar? No matter how many panic attacks you have, they always feel new

and what's worse is I can't even remember how I eventually always overcome these phases bc I ground rule growing up stemming from OCD I had at the time was I wasn't allowed to write anything in a journal bc it was "bad luck" or something (at the very least my OCD isn't nearly as bad these days) Idk if it takes days, weeks or months to get better. If I spend half a year or longer just waiting for things to get better then like um... it kinda becomes a quality of life issue, doesn't it?

Idk maybe it's the weather. It's 65 rn, yesterday it was mid forties, so maybe that's it. Well then I'm fucked bc it's only gonna get warmer as it approaches summer, and ya know climate change and everything wooooo

Doesn't help that the past two times when my stepdad witnessed me having those really bad attacks he said I should go to a padded cell or something... I know where he grew up there was no such thing as mental illnesses or therapy, only "crazy and not crazy", but damn it hurts. At least my bio dad understood what was going on to some extent. He knew anxiety was out my control, that I was going through it but that it didn't make me "crazy", just that my body was reacting physically to something seemingly unsurmountable on a mental level.

My stepdad was even surprised when I told him anxiety is the second most common mental illness nation-wide. I've talked to many other bad anxiety-sufferers, the reason you don't see us outside a lot is bc most of us are inside afraid to leave our houses! We're literally just trying to survive in bodies with malfunctioning nervous systems and in a society that literally is built around causing stress on a daily basis- on normal people, so just think about how that is if you literally have the being-stressed-out disorder my guy

it also seems like whenever I talk to my mom about this she tries to immediately talk about something else. Like I messaged her earlier today and when I brought up feeling dizzy and having a high BP she just said "Sorry you're having a challenging day! We're at the library getting library cards. Libraries are nice!" like sure some ppl like talking about light hearted stuff to distract them but sometimes I just need someone to be there and listen, you know? All it does is make me clam up and bottle all my emotions in, which ofc makes it worse.

I'm scared to check my BP again. I feel like there's something terribly wrong with my body but it's not as if I can see a doctor if I can't 1. afford it till medicaid processes or 2. fucking go to the doctor. You want me to have another one of those soul-crushing panic attacks and shriek around some stranger in an uber?? Hell no

So yea idk what to do. I have a math test this weekend and I've barely studied at all, can't get myself to focus on anything. I can't drop out again, I've already failed this class twice. I don't think they'd let me take it again and I'm pretty sure I've run out of financial aid to pay for it

Ofc mom and dad are gone, my sister said she'd visit me the other day but "forgot" to, so I'm alone. Completely and entirely alone.

The one thing I have going for me is the PMDD won't start up for another week or two so at the very least I have a will to live rn. Anxiety and depression usually go hand-in-hand but since it's just anxiety atm I'm still able to have the motivation to cook and clean when I'm not ya know unable to get out of bed bc my heart is beating out of my chest

When it does come back, well... I'll keep those crisis numbers on speed dial. I've survived all this horseshit, I might as well make it worth something. Idk maybe the thing I'll keep living for rn is a fucking pet fish someday. I have to hold on to every tiny thing that gets me through the day bc there is a chance, even if extremely slim, that things will in fact get better

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Snowed In

I would like to thank @junosjukebox and @themetaluna for creating this winter fanfic exchange and letting me be a part of it, in incredibly honored to have been a part of it 😁

This is for @puppywritesthings happy holidays so enjoy some camsco!! you can find it on ao3 here as well!

Bosco knew that not everyone was going to like her and she wasn't going to like everyone either. It's just a fact. But they didn't think that their roommate, someone they'd spend every day with would be one of those people. So what happens when they're snowed in and stuck together? Will it bring them closer or tear them apart?

Bosco sat on the couch in the apartment, watching the snowfall before sighing, getting up from the couch and checking her phone. “Expect 10 inches of snow, yeah right. Fucking weathermen.” She scoffed, pocketing her phone before heading back to her room. Across from them, she could hear Camden. She could always hear Camden. She rolled her eyes and closed her door, some would say slam but it just had a little force behind it, and flopped down onto her bed. Just a week and then finals and then she was home free. A whole month without thinking about shitty professors, stupid assignments and most of all, no more of that bloody ginger bitch.

God she could rant for hours about that girl, Daya would know since she was always at the receiving end. Bosco sighed into their pillow, rubbing her tense jaw to try and relax. She’s lost enough sleep over that fucking girl, she doesn’t deserve any more. Thank god she’s moving in with Daya and Willow after the semester’s over, all her headaches will be gone and she can have some damn peace. Maybe it’s wrong for her to be so hateful of the girl but everything she did just ticked them off, like under that bubbly side she knew every one of her buttons and how to push them to drive her up the wall.

They matched up on the school’s compatibility survey and they messaged each other, figuring that they’d be decent enough and signed the lease for the apartment off campus. Everything was fine the first few weeks, maybe even the first month of the semester. In all honesty, Bosco was just happy to finally get out of those vile dorms and could shower in complete privacy without worrying about someone screaming about her simply cleaning themselves. And no more stupid fucking fire drills and walking down fifteen flights of fucking stairs in the cold. 

When they met on move in day, Bosco didn’t think there would be any issue. She was a dancer for campus so she’d be out of the house a lot for rehearsals and performance and what not which was fine, great actually so they could have the place to herself. The first night they were all settled in, they talked about rules and everything seemed pretty great. They agreed on almost everything and what they didn’t they were able to compromise on, smooth sailing. In the beginning both of them were cautious and careful of treading on each other's spaces, always texting if they could borrow a towel or politely turn down the music. Everything was going great and Bosco was happy, maybe they could actually be friends or something.

But then the honeymoon phase wore off and oh boy…

It was like a switch flipped and everything just got turned on its head. Camden would wake up with the damn birds and it was everyone’s business to know that she was awake, what with her blaring the damn Spice Girls while making her morning tea. She never put away her dishes or hung up her towels and left her laundry in her hamper until it was bursting at the seams, don’t even get her started on how many fucking times they’ve nearly broken their ankles on that damn dance bag. And the fact that she would just rearrange the furniture in the living, claiming she needed the space to rehearse after Bosco had just fixed it after the last time. 

Needless to say, they were livid.

So she paid it right back to her. She waited until the last second to do chores, cranked the AC and heat no matter what she whined about and brought all the girls back she wanted to. That was the one that really got the redhead, waking up still early as ever and looking much less rested than usual while they sat there with their neck covered in hickeys and whatever chick she picked up from the bar was hanging off her side. That one really seemed to grind the British girl's gears, huffing and muttering under her breath as she stomped off to her room to hide.

They would get into so many arguments and just scream at each other, it was a miracle they hadn’t gotten more complaints from their neighbors about it. The one thing they had in common was their stubbornness. Neither one of them was going to back down and give in until the other did which would never happen, creating such a hostile cycle their supposed home was its own separate battlefield.

She turned over in their bed again, pulling up the covers as the wind picked up outside, throwing white flurries around without a care in the world. The snow was starting to come down harder… surely it’ll be nothing. The most they’d gotten was barely two inches, there’s no way they’d get more than 4, maybe 6 if she was really pushing it. They yawned and curled into her pillow, eyes growing heavy as they fell into a dreamless sleep.

“Bosco!”

Shit. She groaned, rubbing their bleary eyes before sitting up in their bed. It was too fucking early for this. What the hell was she screaming about already? She got up, albeit slowly and not in the rush her roommate's voice told her she should be in, putting on her robe before stepping out of her room. “Good morning to you too, Annie.”

Camden huffed, standing in just her pajama pants and a baby tee that barely covered her chest. Thank goodness she was crossing her arms cause they did not want to see that this early in the morning. “Look outside.”

“Really? That’s why you woke me up? To look out the damn window.” 

“Just look.”

Bosco huffed and muttered some choice words under her breath before looking out the front window of their apartment. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah holy shit.” She scoffed. Outside, all they could see was white. Snow was piled high, completely covering her car in their parking space. She went to the door and unlocked it, trying to push it open but failed. She tried a few more times before Camden piped up. “Lose all your muscles or something?”

“It won’t open.”

“I can see that. Here, let me do it.”

“Please, if we’re talking about muscles then you aren’t one to talk.” She huffed, getting away from the door and watching the redhead put all her weight on the door. It didn’t move a single inch and Camden flushed in embarrassment, turning around to face Bosco’s look of ‘I told you so’.

 “So…”

“We’re snowed in.” They said flatly. “Great.” 

Perfect. Just perfect. This is exactly how she wanted to be spending her weekend. They ran a hand through her dark hair, trying to come up with a plan or some sort of escape route that wasn’t clawing out her damn eyes. “I’m going to check on the breaker and sinks. It’s cold out so we might have to run them so the pipes don't freeze.”

Camden nodded. “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way.” It didn’t have her normal bite most of their exchanges did and it confused them to a degree but she nodded, the two of them splitting up and going their separate ways. 

It could’ve been worse. They still had electricity, which was a damn miracle with these ancient ass apartments the school provided. Water was all good and they got a notification from campus, advising them to stay where they were and not go out. “No shit Sherlock.” They rolled their eyes walking back to the living room and seeing Camden sitting on the couch, looking stressed as she bounced her knee nervously. She looked over to Bosco and got up with an elegance only a dancer could for such a simple action. “How bad is it?”

“We’ve got power and water so we should be fine. Campus put out a message saying they’re sending out plows based on priorities so we’re probably going to be stuck here a while.” They said nonchalantly, heading to the kitchen as if it were just a normal day.

“Did they say how long it could be?” She urged, following behind the brunette.

“It’ll be hours, maybe even tomorrow.” They guessed, popping a keurig cup into the machine as they waited for the water to heat. That made the redhead tense up. A whole day? That was too long, there’s no way they would be stuck in here for an entire day. The machine finished dropping the black liquid into their mug and nearly immediately Bosco drank, hissing a little at the burn but swallowing. She noticed Camden still standing there, looking like she was about to blow a fuse. “Well I’m heading back to bed.”

“Bed? But-”

“Look,” their voice sharp as she turned around to face them. “I’ll stay in my room unless I absolutely need something so don’t worry, I won’t get up in your business if you don’t get in mine, deal?” Camden was left in silence, a little taken aback at how straightforward and calm she was being considering the fact they were literally trapped inside! The dark haired girl took her silence as agreement before nodding. “Great, good talk.” They smiled with a faux politeness before turning on their heels and marching themselves back into their room, closing the door with a little force to punctuate their earlier comments.

She stood there in stunned silence before following her roommates lead, heading back to her own room. Camden fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s alright, everything’s going to be alright. It’s just a little snow. 

The day passed by and soon it was night, no snow plow ever came and the both of them were avoiding each other, just a typical day for them. Camden had three blankets wrapped around her under the comforter and was still shivering. She huffed and sat up. She knew Bosco must be freezing too, if anything a little less since they were always a furnace. She bit her lip and weighed her options before getting up, her fluffiest blanket wrapped around her and she opened her door, walking quickly across the hall and before she could even knock, the door opened to Bosco standing in the doorway.

The dark haired girl scanned her up and down, dressed in a baggy shirt and pants. “You cold too?”

“What do you think?” She quipped, managing to get her teeth to not chatter.

“Can we turn up the heat?”

“Yeah if you want to foot the bill.”

The redhead huffed. “Fine then. Make room.”

“Wha-” Before they could even finish, the redhead shouldered past her and into their room, plopping down on their bed and looking at her with her chin tilted up like she owned the damn place. “The hell are you doing?”

“Obviously we’re not turning up the heat so I’m staying warm with a demon from hell.” She got under their covers and Bosco could feel their eyes twitch. This fucking bitch..

“Fine.” They smiled politely before getting into bed with her. They grabbed a pillow and shoved it between them and Camden scoffed. “Really, a pillow wall?”

“You’re in my room, ballerina.” They looked over their shoulder at her. “My rules. Pillow wall or walk your happy ass back to your room.” Camden huffed and pulled her blanket up higher, turning away from Bosco. “Exactly.” They smirked before laying back down, facing away from her and sighing. It was going to be a long night.

They had about an hour of quiet and were just about to fall asleep when she heard Camden shift in the bed. “Bosco? Are you up?”

They groaned, eyes still closed. “I am now. What?”

“I’m freezing.”

“Go turn on the heat then.”

Camden groaned, not making any move to get up though. “Not everyone’s a demon that can heat an entire room.” The redhead snarked, glaring over the pillow between them.

“Oh please.” Bosco laughed without any humor. “If you’re trying to insult me, actually say something that’s hurtful, you tutu wearing bitch.” Camden grit her teeth and threw the pillow that was separating them right at Bosco’s face. 

Oh it was on. 

Both of them were throwing whatever they could grab at each other, all in a frenzy of anger before it all stilled when Camden felt hands holding down her wrists. She tried to squirm underneath her but Bosco’s hands had her pinned down, sitting on her hips and limiting her movement there as well. Both of them were glaring up at each other, panting and chests heaving before the anger and tension bled into… something else. As Bosco’s heart slowed they leaned down closer, dark curls falling in her face as she watched Camden’s eyes flit between her eyes and her lips. They were barely a breath away from each other when Bosco stopped, watching the redhead squirm again.

“Bosco.” She whispered, voice close to begging but she would never admit that.

“You still want that heater on?” They grinned, giggling a little bit as Camden rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile barely.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” There wasn’t any venom behind her words this time, only a tenderness they’d never shared before and god did it make her chest warm and fuzzy.

“That’s why you like me.”

“Who said that?” The brit cocked a brow, making both of them laugh before Bosco closed the distance, finally letting their lips touch. It wasn’t a hungry kiss but it was full of desire and wanting on both ends. Things started to click now, why Camden was so jealous every time Bosco brought someone home and why Bosco couldn’t stand the thought of Camden having any of her dancer friends over as they would always flirt with each other.

They pulled apart slowly and smiled at each other before Bosco laid back down, wrapping her arms around Camden as the redhead did the same, both of them pressing their bodies closer to each other as if their skin could fuse into one. Camden hummed and nuzzled into Boscos neck, relishing in the warmth. “Maybe I should come here more often. You are hotter than hell, in both ways.”

They laughed and pecked her forehead, pulling the covers over them tighter. “Why thank you, princess. I actually do like those tutus on you.”

“Because you can see all of my ass when I bend down.” She giggled, pecking her cheek. She sighed, looking out the window and smiling at the snow. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“Definitely.” Bosco smiled. “But those arguments were kinda hot if you think about it.”

Camden giggled and nudged their shoulder. “Honestly! You’re a crazy woman.”

“Hey, I’m not denying it.” Bosco snickered, rubbing her back. It was all so sudden but so natural at the same time, like they were always supposed to be like this, holding each other and giggling and laughing together. They talked for a few more hours, laughing and exchanging more kisses under the blankets as the sky grew darker and then lighter, the sun starting to come up. 

Camden saw out the window and giggled. “Maybe getting snowed in isn’t so bad after all.” 

“Maybe not.” Bosco smiled, kissing her again before yawning. “Now it’s definitely time for some sleep.”

“Right.” Camden giggled, pecking their lips one last time before cozying up into her arms again. If you told her that she would ever end up cuddling with Bosco and liking it, she would’ve laughed in your face. Bosco would’ve called you crazy but it was perfect, better than anything either of them could have imagined. She’d definitely have to tell Daya she’s not rooming with her next semester.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

🌟 + Nicky Bauer?? (I love Jeremy Jordan sm)

Thank you so much for asking about my boy, Charlie!! And I’ll also tag @luucypevensie and @ginger-grimm since I know they love my precious detective as well. <3

Nicky is basically a collector of fidget toys. His desk at the precinct is absolutely littered with toys of all kinds, fidget spinners and tangles and Rubix cubes alike. Miraculously, his desk is also very organized, despite the amount of stuff on it.

Nicky's first kiss with a boy was in his senior year of high school, with an Italian exchange student that he had been working on a project with at the other boy's house. This was a month or so after Nicky had been kicked out and wasn't living with his parents anymore, and he nearly cried right after the kiss, because this was the first time he'd done something relating to his true self that he'd been able to do without worrying about his parents finding out and getting angry at him.

Nicky never exactly had an emo phase, so much as he went through a phase where he wore a lot of hoodies and jeans and usually had his hood up to hide his face when he could get away with it. It had more to do with his insecurities after his parents kicked him out than it did with any real emo inclinations, but after finding pictures from that era, Rosa still likes to tease him about it.

Despite his trauma associated with religion, since it's the reason his parents kicked him out after he came out, Nicky still goes to church most Sundays he's not working and prays fairly regularly. Faith was still a big part of his childhood, and not only does he sincerely believe in God, he doesn't quite want to let go of the comfort religion brings him.

Nicky is extremely picky about his coffee, what he puts in it, and how much of certain things he puts into it, which is why he refuses to ever use the coffee machine at the precinct - he doesn’t trust the type of coffee they use at all. He always either makes his own at home and brings it in a big thermos so it will last all day, or makes a few trips to a shop down the block from the precinct that makes it exactly how he likes it on his breaks.

In what he insists is the only gay stereotype he fulfills, Nicky loves musicals and theatre in general, although he’s never been in any kind of production himself. His favorites are Hamilton and the Legally Blonde musical.

On a similar name, he once realized who the killer was in a murder that had the team stumped literally only because he overheard Boyle singing a song from Sweeney Todd to himself. It’s a bit of a long story.

As much as he loves coffee, Nicky also has an appreciation for tea; he bonds with Kevin over it, as it would happen.

His main stim is clicking his tongue when he’s really focused on something, and he needs to do it to be able to properly focus. He always feels a bit bad about doing it in the precinct because he worries it’s annoying, but Rosa always shuts him down immediately before he can overthink it.

Nicky’s favorite kind of pie is blueberry. He also has a great hatred for coconut cream pie, and he does not trust anyone who likes it.

send me an oc and i’ll give you ten facts about them!!

[rey-townsend]

@werewolfroman

It brought Neylani no pleasure to lock up her own kind, especially ones as troubled as Roman Baudelaire, but ultimately the woman would do what was necessary to keep the peace within Greywood. This was their home, it should be their safe haven and deserved the respect of its people. As much as she wanted to give this person free passes because she sympathized with the struggles his rap sheet alone proved he went through on a nearly daily basis, there was only so much the sheriff could do before that understanding was being taken advantage of. Roman likely wasn't even aware of just how ill-suited she was to treat him just as everyone else in this town has-- like some good-for-nothing womanizer going nowhere in life and an ugly penchant for trouble. How anyone expected this man to shape up and take anything seriously when they would hardly give him the chance to, was beyond her. But it made things especially hard when Roman himself made little effort in the course for correction, too.

"You know," Neylani spoke as her gaze never wavered from the computer she worked at, fingers tapping away quickly on the keyboard, "after fifty-two years, I would think you'd be plenty tired of the same old song and dance by now." Honestly, the woman knew it really wasn't her business to get involved in-- they weren't anything to each other other than this, and their shared species community. Not to mention, he was a good decade or so older than her, too, so it was almost ridiculous to have the audacity to chide him. However, that just happened to be who Neylani was-- she cared, even when there was no cause to. He wasn't the first she meddled in, either, and wasn't likely to be the last. In fact, there were a slew of other men just like Roman whom she believed just needed a firmer guiding hand and a little bit of faith from someone, and they would get back on their feet in no time.

"There's only so many times you can be arrested before it's not as exciting anymore, right?" It was then her gaze saw past the computer to briefly check over the male locked within the reinforced cell; he wouldn't see home at least until Monday, at this point. Neylani could guess the coming replies-- most men were predictable creatures, they liked to behave as if nothing ever phased them. "Do you want medical to check you over?" Eyes were now back on the screen, the woman thinking to herself about how tired she was of having to see his file.

[hairstevington]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @tartarusfairy (thank you for thinking of me!! I love these!)

Are you named after anyone? Depending on which parent you ask, I was either named after a famous album OR a random dead person.

When was the last time you cried? I am a triple water sign. All I do is cry lmao. I actually do hold it together quite well most of the time now, other than the week of my period but you can't fault me for that.

Do you have kids? I do not! But I am a pretty damn good babysitter ;)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I think I do? I tend to do this thing where I make a ridiculous joke/observation but my delivery is super flat so people think I'm being serious lol. Generally though I've gotten a lot less sarcastic over the years.

What sports do you play/have you played? Currently nothing, I am an un-coordinated queen. But growing up I was a huge tomboy so I played baseball and danced. I went to a bunch of camps for sports too (baseball, basketball, golf, dance). And then puberty hit and I was like oh no I actually hate sports I think I'm gonna start a band instead. The rest is history!

What's the first thing you notice about people? Okay, I don't know if this makes any sense but...the vibes?

What's your eye color? Blue/grey. A lot more on the grey side of the spectrum these days. Sometimes they look kinda green.

Scary movies or happy endings? I love both! I had a huge scary movie phase in college (I still like them), but even then I prefer the ones that aren't soul-crushingly devastating. Recently I've been a lot more into wholesome content because I don't have the energy for super emotional/heartbreaking content. Thus why Season 4 Volume 2 broke me.

Any special talents? I can solve a rubick’s cube!

Where were you born? New Jersey, technically.

What are your hobbies? It's been music my whole life. Like, I AM music lol. It wasn't until recently where I started writing stories over songs, but obviously now I write fanfic all the time so it's my main hobby.

Do you have pets? Yes I do! My ESA <3

How tall are you? 5'10''(178cm) - I am super tall and I don't like being this tall a lot of the time. But! I'm only a little bit shorter than Joe Quinn, which meant we were ~eye to eye~ when I met him a few weeks ago. Love that for us.

Favorite subject in school? It was math, I think. I was always really good at it and ended up teaching calculus right out of high school, which is wild in hindsight. Then I realized I was gay and lost my abilities (just kidding! It wasn’t because of that. But the timeline does match up...suspicious...)

Dream job? I was an actor when I was a teenager and nearly moved to California to pursue it, but then I...didn't. Sometimes I still wonder about that other life, but I'm equally if not more passionate about my current career path (therapy and writing). Also, being a musician would be the coolest thing ever, but man oh man does getting started cost a lot of money. If I win the lottery though, that's what I'd put my winnings toward!

This was....long-winded. Oops. But hopefully interesting? Thank you so much for tagging me!!! <3

You're up, friends (if you're comfortable)! @steviesbicrisis @eddielives1986 @satan-is-obsessed @goodolefashionedloverboi

[tokiro07]

Cipher Academy ch.55 thoughts

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(Contents: speculation - anxiety/predictions, thematic analysis - Friendship, character analysis - Anonymity)

Coming up with all of those numbers for the title took a lot longer than I'd care to admit. If you want to have a little bit of fun, each of the numbers I used has some level of significance to me, so try to figure out what each one refers to! Some of them are directly related to their neighbors, so those numbers should be at least somewhat easier to identify. Let me know if you have any guesses!

Anyway...AAARGH!!! This chapter did nothing to ease my worries about the series being canceled!! Is this just how the flow of this puzzle was supposed to go, or were all of the other cast members eliminated at once to get to the final match faster???

It works thematically to go this way, with everything being settled with what's essentially a big party and everyone having fun together, but so many of the characters didn't do anything! There weren't any major betrayals or twists aside from Karigane, when I really expected something like that from Kubinashi, Hakanage or Anonymity, and Rikiketo and Yonakiuguisu contributed essentially nothing to the arc at all! Were they cut for time??? Or have we just not reached the point where they matter yet??? Or is this just how Nisio works, and they're like the Plus Six???

Well, no sense in worrying about it for now. The important thing is that this chapter was a lot of fun! Seeing everyone coming together like this was nice; even if they're competing for the prize, in this moment they're not soldiers, they're kids. Everyone here has a smile on their face, or at least the closest thing to a smile they can muster, and even the defeated walk away satisfied that they tried their best

The only semblance of negative emotion comes right at the end, and is easily the most interesting moment of the chapter for me: Anonymity lets her emotions slip for just a second as she realizes that Iroha has chosen Toshusai as his final opponent over her. That little scowl, that brief moment of bitterness and regret, only to immediately go back to smiling and joking. Did she regain her composure as a sign of acceptance, or is she putting her poker face back on to hide the pain? The only thing we can tell for sure is that she wasn't lying when she said Iroha made her jealous, and that broke my heart. If this series does get canceled and that's the last bit of development we get for her, that's the thing that's going to bother me most in the aftermath. I want to see more of this girl's mask falling away and her real emotions spilling out, dammit!!

But even if it does continue, we'll still have to wait on that for a bit - cus next chapter, we're finally getting the showdown between Iroha and Toshusai!!! If the series is done, this is a great bookend for it since Iroha didn't get to face her for real in the CLP election, but otherwise this should serve as a good jumping-off point for the series to enter its next phase. If Iroha becomes the Code Emperor here, then he'll have reached the peak of the academy, so we'll need to move onto bigger and tougher opponents from outside the academy, so there'd be no reason for him to face off against Toshusai after this point. If he loses, he might face off against her again for some reason or other to prove that he's overcome the weakness that causes him to lose, but we can't really speculate on that too much right now

Of course this is all assuming that either Iroha or Toshusai win and even finish their battle. For all we know, the fight will be inconclusive and someone else will swoop in and steal the money, leading into the next arc to retrieve the Morgue from some outside force. Whatever happens, so long as the series isn't canceled, the mood we establish from the end of this arc is going to be abruptly undercut by the introduction of the next threat - that's how nearly every arc in Medaka Box ended, and it's the best way I can think of to keep this story going. I don't know how long Nisio plans to draw out this final battle, but I imagine we'll know the answer by the end of the month at the latest

Until next time

[vaultsixtynine]

no editing we die like warriors (i am exhausted after this week of work and i do not remember how to write NOR how to make genuine dialogue, especially for avery. good day) - technically not fallout because i've couched it all in Vague Space Terms (ignore the [] brackets around things that don't have analogs yet), but these are technically fallout characters. avery, as always, belongs to silt @darkwingerduck

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barbershop duet

"stop moving, munir," wyn chastised, putting one foot on the wheel at the bottom of the office chair to stop it from spinning if the man sitting under her hands decided to pull away again. "one wrong snip and i'll have to give you a buzz cut instead."

munir made a noise not unlike a malfunctioning engine and immediately tried to move to look back at her - perhaps to spit back something suitably scathing - but she lightly slapped the top of his head with her free hand before grabbing the corded muscle at the back of his neck and forcing him to hold it where she needed it. he resisted, at first, but she kept the pressure on until he accepted the movement and looked forward again.

"i'm not a fucking dog that you're grooming - "

"you're right, i could muzzle a dog!"

"very original, sawyer. i'm sure you have plenty of people you like to muzzle in other ports, right?"

the retort lacked his trademark bite, though, so wyn patted the spot on his crown that she'd slapped a few seconds prior to reinforce the 'dog' messaging and turned her attention to the task at hand: shearing the ill-tempered customs officer at her mercy before he could think better of it.

avery's hair had been growing unchecked for more than seven consecutive visits to the transit station, and he'd passed into a phase of immense irritability as he struggled against the perennially hot operations department office, since it sat so close to a station reactor deck. the nigh-constant nasal sighs of overheated frustration were a bit funny, but it distracted him from more important (wyn-related) matters and looked a bit too unkempt - even for her. she'd decided enough was enough and led him with somewhat accurate promises of quick results into one of their usual, slightly more secluded spots for a trim. sure, munir's coworkers would wonder if they were fucking, but it wasn't exactly a secret. and, well… they still might, if she made quick work of it.

wyn combed her fingers back through his hair again before he could try to move, holding a longer chunk between two fingers and extending it to its full length, which was certainly longer than she'd ever seen it before. pursing her lips, she gauged the tightness of the curl, gave it a bit of slack, and quickly snipped the excess hair. another piece - pull, judge the target length, cut. the repeated movement held a certain meditative quality, and she found herself sliding back into an old, sleepily-remembered rhythm. 

under her fingers, avery was clearly trying his best to not fidget since her chastisement, and - to her satisfaction - succeeding. the slope of his shoulders had started high, tight to his sides as he fought the instinctive pull from her every movement, but seemed to relax by degrees. once wyn established a cadence, occasionally nudging his head or lifting his chin with the lightest of touches, she needed to hold back in expectation of the lurch less and less. there were several pauses where she thought she heard him inhale as if to speak, but whatever wrung-out irritability he had upon being coaxed into this had seeped away in the resulting half-resigned sighs. it was nice, actually; this was perhaps the longest period of time she'd gone around him without either of them opening their mouth, in any context. it made her work on his hair easier, and she found her thoughts wandering to the last time she'd done this, nearly a decade prior.

in her mind's eye, a smaller pair of hands held an ever so slightly shittier pair of scissors, the head under her ministrations smaller, too. the haze of memory dulled the irritation she'd felt at the time, since her brother's hair grew like a weed - much like the rest of him - at that age, and that was the second time that cycle she'd had to deal with his impatient wriggling on their lopsided bathroom stool. wyn came back to herself abruptly - she had been humming the janky undercity radio song she remembered being popular around that time, and cleared her throat before properly coughing into the bend of her elbow to cover the realization that she had no idea how long she'd been embarrassing herself like that for. not a peep from munir, though, which was… a blessing, nominally, even if it was a bit suspicious.

she'd finished clipping the shaggy curls at the back and sides of his neck, and stepped around their makeshift set-up to begin on the hair on the front of his head, diving in with renewed vigor now that she'd snapped out of her reverie. tight at his temples, then getting longer and longer as she worked her way to the familiar peaked shape of his hairline in the middle of his forehead. she intended to match the slightly-non-regulation mussed look he'd had a few months ago, when they… wyn paused before her next decisive snip of the scissors and looked down for a moment, trying to bridge the silence stretching between them and the background station noises after she'd stopped sloppily humming a pop song he'd never heard less than two minutes prior. to her muted surprise, his shoulders had completely relaxed to a natural slope and his eyes were closed, though they snapped open to borderline glare at her from under dark brows as soon as he detected the mildest shift in conditions - which was very like him, she supposed.

"what?" - and it wasn't a question, really, but a sharp demand as to why something had changed. wyn didn't deny herself a smug smirk as she considered whether or not he'd actually been enjoying himself - was he relaxed, even? the novelty factor in itself had her tickled. there was an undeniable appeal at having him at her fingertips in as unguarded a state as he ever seemed to get - not that she'd let him know that, of course.

"oh, nothing. just, um, wondering how this -" she flicked the still-long curl falling over his forehead, taking the open opportunity to tease him, " - even happened. did they push all the barbers out the airlock?" she bent forward slightly to leverage the rare moment of having a height advantage, leaning in to meet avery's gaze with a playful, eyebrows-raised expression.

he tilted his head back to look over her shoulder, then, the intensity of their eye contact for longer than a few moments still to be avoided. she knew by now not to take it personally, and quickly reached forward to cut the last, long chunk before their conversation got any more animated.

"no, and technically, this is your fault -"

wyn couldn't contain her guffaw, but she made sure to pull the scissors back from his face as she laughed. a scar would add a little something to the sharp planes of his cheeks, but she could just as easily take out an eye by accident.

" - since our one single aide who knew how to trim hair overheard your bullshit tales of stellar derring-do and, in a fit of what i can only assume was temporary lunacy, decided he was going to run off to the moon to chase fool's gold." the exasperation was palpable, but she could tell it wasn't entirely directed at her.

"you sound a little jealous, munir."

"jealous? as if i had the - " he paused to inhale sharply. "i just can't get a haircut that doesn't look like it was done by a fucking infant anymore, so color me anything but green. especially considering i'm sitting in a heat sink corridor letting a known criminal near my neck with a pair of scissors." 

agitated movement in his lap - she saw him rubbing a few fingers over some scars on the opposite hand, one of his most predictable poker tells and the prologue to more dramatic gestures if no one put a foot out to trip him.

"well, good news - i'm basically done. that wasn't so bad, was it? i think it looks quite fetching."

she held up her pocket mirror for avery, then, passing it off so he could inspect it himself. a flicker of surprise passed over his face, replaced quickly by a more genuine expression of relief - he seemed to remember himself, then, and looked at her half-squinted, instead.

"i'll admit, sawyer, i thought this was going to look like dogshit." 

she grinned guilelessly and made a gesture of exaggerated humility with both hands before leaning forward to brace her arms on the back of the chair behind avery's torso, falling on either side of his head as she leaned closer to his level - he gave no indication of moving away, which was an open invitation from munir if there ever was one.

"i used to trim my brother's hair when he was about yea high - " she held her hand up to roughly wave around her mid-chest. "his cuts came out to worse, though, because you cannot convince a ten-to-thirteen year old to sit still when he wants to go watch ships coming to port. but your curls are similar enough to get the gist."

munir's head tilted slightly again, brow furrowed, and his eyes trailed back to her face as if to clarify an unspoken question - and. oh, moons. she had probably never mentioned even having family to him over the course of their relations - and she should have kept it that way. stupid! it was nobody's business, and certainly not his.

"i didn't realize you had… um, family."

great.

"don't get excited, mun, i was just sharing a topical anecdote."

something in her face must have changed or gone hard at the comment, though, and the freshly-trimmed officer reached up to hestitantly tuck her mirror back into the breast pocket of her jacket, if only to have something to do with his hands.

"how… how long am i going to be paying for this? i'm assuming you won't take [credits] for it."

she put her smile back on instantly, grateful he decided to have the most basic ability to back the hell off - which wasn't always true of munir, but maybe the renewed ability to avoid overheating had sweetened the deal.

wyn leaned in closer as if to answer and released the lever that controlled stabilization on the chair with her foot - the chair went spinning backwards towards the corridor wall, and she used the momentum to pull herself into his lap. he yelped in surprise, the relative calm of the jury-rigged salon replaced with a lapful of smuggler, and automatically closed his arms around her in a vice grip - he did that without thinking whenever her trajectory suddenly entered his space, and she could admit she found it endearing.

once near enough to one of the largest pipes, she used her foot again to halt their transit, and the sudden shift sent the chair and its occupants into the closest foam-built wall. 

before he could start with any complaints, she reached up to grab his chin with one hand, guiding him in for a kiss.

"no credits from [ring] government employees, yes, but i take alternate forms of payment. would you know anyone who has something like that?"

wyn punctuated her tease with another press of her lips to his and a hand wound into his fresh haircut, months of familiarity melding into a pleasant warmth between them as she waited for his omnipresent churlishness to melt away - and at that moment, she found none. avery met her halfway, and she smiled into him with an authenticity that she didn't need to manufacture.

[euphoriabled]

@juviepunk said: " How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily? " for gwen!!

The leaves, entering their alt phase, turn to vibrant reds and yellows; running far from their homes among the branches to kiss the ground and welcome Autumn back to this corner of the city. Gwen finds herself yet again in the company of her second favorite punk. (Unless she suddenly found out that he put out the album Milo Goes to College, Duncan would stay at silver for a while -- she had Suburban Home on repeat these days.) The park was quiet now that most schools had gone back in session -- and Thursday afternoons didn't typically invite most adults to the park either. The park was empty, save for a couple skaters -- and Gwen was putting up posters for a band she knew that'd be playing at a Halloween Rager. She'd already gone to her first Halloween party of the season, having asked Duncan to tag along since she only knew the host (and their cat, Gary). It wasn't that she thought he was gonna be a total coward, but she also hadn't expected Gary's owner's roommate to be a die-hard Céline Dion fan. That chick had like eight cardboard cutouts -- and that was Duncan's weird-ass-phobia, last time she checked. So, she'd spent the first hour of the house party making sure he didn't see them -- but after he teased her about something stupid, she figured she'd just let the night unfold naturally -- and if he saw them, he saw them. ❝ To be honest with you? I half-expected you to jump in my arms after seeing that. ❞  Gwen grins, ❝ But I guess it's been a while since we talked about our fears. ❞ Eight years, to be exact. It'd been eight years since they'd been sixteen -- and eight years since she was buried alive. She shivers. It isn't exactly a fond memory. ❝ I mean, hell, I nearly jumped in yours when she came out of the kitchen wearing that costume. What was it that happened-? Gary knocked fake blood off the countertop and soaked her? Haunted houses don't even scare me that bad. [...] Yeah, "Undead Dion" is one costume I never need to see again. ❞