#damn that gif and tags got to you fuckers huh

[angstfactory]

"Uhh, I guess?" Willow came to mind, he supposed. Jesse wasn't blind-- Willow was a super cute girl, he liked to call her Freckles because those were literally his favorite things on that cherub face of hers. But he wasn't attracted to her. Granted, that was more due to a general sense of RED FLAG material tagged onto her; he knew Avery had developed a soft spot for the woman, and Jesse was naturally able to disinterest himself in that department when it came to her. Not to mention, she really did remind him of his sister sometimes. They already got along so well and they hadn't really met each other that long ago-- there were even things he'd shared with her that Avery didn't know about. Sometimes, she was just easier to talk to about certain things. "I just-- I dunno, man, I feel like it'd be different if it's someone you already kinda care about and stuff," he shrugged, unsure how to really explain what he meant. "It'd mean something." At least, it would for him. Sleeping with a friend, someone he legitimately cared about, felt all too intimate for Jesse. As opposed to just sex with someone you knew and were on the same page with it being just sex, or some stranger you happened upon at the bar that also just needed a warm body tonight. How Avery managed to disassociate between friend and no feelings when he crossed those boundaries, Jesse surely didn't know. "So then no Willow, huh?" he couldn't help this question, as his lips pursed to try and prevent a smirk. "I think you're confusing what a friend is, man. You and I sound like we're talking about the same thing, but you're over here classifying every Tom, Dick, n' Harry as your good friend when in reality, they're more along the lines of just somebody you know." And that was the difference he meant.

"Your obvious crush on me is disgusting," Jesse claimed, reaching over to give Avery a playful shove on the shoulder. "I'd probably get away with murder in your eyes, that's how bad it is." Morbid jokes, that's all. He wasn't really being serious, either. Jesse didn't believe Avery had any crush on him-- but clearly, the man wasn't shy with those flirty comments that made it apparent he considered Jesse attractive. That road went both ways, only Jesse wasn't as obnoxious about it. Every time he focused on something like that with another dude, he just got all up in his head about it. Women were easy; he knew how to handle those.

"What's the difference?" He shook his head. "You're literally going to go out there, chasing people down to ask them questions I'm pretty damn sure most of them aren't too open to answering. It may be 2024, Ave, but people will still bring out the torches and pitchforks," he insisted. "Why couldn't you use it for something more important, like missing people?" Jesse frowned, because this was a particularly soft spot for him, and yet he couldn't not bring it up. "Like, you could literally use it to bring attention to that, or unsolved crimes, or whatever else.. Who cares about witches and werewolves and vampires? Half the people listening, will think you're off your fuckin' rocker as is." The half that were human and still had no real exposure to the supernatural that hid in plain sight in most areas. Raven's Peak was special, though. They didn't have to hide here and many humans that passed through still never noticed what was right in their faces. "There aren't ways to protect us," Jesse scoffed, frustration in his tone about this. "We're basically sitting ducks, man. Any one of these fuckers could just wipe us out like that--" here he snapped his fingers. "You think I like knowing that? No I fuckin' don't, but I'm smart enough to know not to go off pokin' the damn beasts, either. You know that part in the movies when someone is about to do something really stupid instead of listening to their friends? This is your stupid movie moment."

"I'm sorry, I don't--really think that," he shake is head, noticing the look but saying nothing about it, "You don't think its possible to find someone you know attactive but not want more than sex?" he asks, he realizes he was probably sounding a bit cold, but still, it was how he truly felt about it, "I mean, if both are on the same page and know exactly what it is about, why should it be a problem? its easier, for me at least," he shrugs a bit, he knows, Jesse is probably not goint to agree with him on this, and that's okay, just because they were friends didn't mean they had to think alike on everything. "Fine and you can, I've always done this and it never lead to anyting, of course like I said, I wouldn't dare with someone I had a stronger feeling for..." "No, that's fair," he chuckles, "I'm jut saying, I'd give you a little more credit that's all."

Avery lets Jesse go on, he doesn't say anything as the other asks his questions, calls him idiot and whatever more, he's not surprised by any of this, so he just lets Jesse, well, let it out. "Jesse, take it easy man! I'm not gonna go out there and hunt anything or anyone! I'm just gonna read the stories and talk to some people about it, that's all. I just wanna know more, I'm not gonna--feed msyelf to anything or try to--take anyone down, I'll just be on my corner doing my thing," he raises his hand, "I know what you gonna say, that's still stupid and I know its dangrous, but! come on now, in town like this? I'm just gonna ignore and pretend I don't see?" he was probably not helping his case and he hope the other didn't get too upset in him, "Besides maybe I can also learn something that'll help! ways to potect us!"

[misaverawrites]

No Time (Nathan Drake x Reader)

tags: confession, the zombie fuckers from uncharted one, takes place during uncharted one, kissing, mentions of sex

summary: You and Nate face something almost otherwordly.

a/n: nathan drake is such a fucking dilf.

“Nate… what was that?” You whisper to your partner as the two of you traverse through a dark, long-abandoned ship. You'd been hearing noises besides the normal creaks and shifts that come with robbing old ships, tombs, and ancient cities. These were snarls. Unhuman snarls. Your head whips around and you feel your heart thump in your chest as Nate shoots you a snarky look. "It's nothing, (Y/N). You act like we haven't-." Scratching footsteps cut him off, and the two of you begin to walk faster now. You make your way to a door frame and you can't help but feel something leering at you with just its presence alone.

You both move further into the ship. Nate's grip on the flashlight is shaky, but you decide to forgo teasing him on that until later. There is something seriously wrong. All is quiet as if this thing knows that you're aware of it, and you and Nate find that at this moment the tension be damned and the both of you decide to hurry. That's when the two of you and the it that this cat and mouse game have had with one another finally come across one another. Its mouth is dripping blood, fresh. Shit. "Nate..." You begin as Nate worriedly finishes your thought, "...Run!" He grabs your hand and takes off with you in tow. Through hallways and hallways until the two of you see a ledge that they won't be able to climb up onto. He pulls you up and you both breathe heavily, leaning on one another. "So, it's nothing, huh?!" You yell at him as he glares at you a little bit, "Now is not the time." You shake your head, "Nate, we almost got out of here, fuck..!" He shakes his head and puts his hand on your shoulder, "We still are, you take care of this valve, I've got a plan." Your eyes widen a little bit as you exhale nervously before nodding, "I'm trusting you like usual, Nate, you'd better come back alive." He flashes you a quick, snarky smile, "I always do."

You nod, but pull him close and press your lips to his quickly, "If you don't, I love you, Nate." He shakes his head a bit, "Now was not the time this should have happened." He snarks a little, chuckling almost humorlessly as he jumps down off the ledge, leaving you to push the valve once, and then again, and a third time. Then you take off running, Nate coming alongside your flank and you both run faster than you had ever before, finally making your way out of the ship and quickly slamming the door behind you. That's when you run as far and fast as possible to Sully's boat, before crashing on the deck, your legs and lungs collectively struggling at this moment. "So..." You struggle to even get out but manage, "We gonna talk about it?" Nate chuckles and scoots close to you, "If you want, I was going to save it for when we both had a little more dignity." You roll your eyes and playfully punch his shoulder, "I am going to ignore that, I just don't want this to affect us. I want to stay partners and if what I did changes that, we can just pretend it didn't happen." He shakes his head, "I'm just not surprised it took life or death zombies to get you to say it because," His face gets close to yours as leans in and takes your face in his hand, "I love you too." His lips hit yours again and right now, it feels so much better than it was inside the boat. Longer, charged with sexual tension that you're sure will be handled once you get a shower, or three. His lips are chapped but they're so simply Nate that at the moment you can't help but want more. That's when you hear footsteps walk up and you turn to see Sully and Elena, Sully has an eyebrow cocked and Elena has a small smile. "Took you two long enough." Is all Sully comments, as Nate rolls your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, let's just get the hell out of here, please."

Now, you and Nate are always pretty pleased to recount the story of your first kiss.

[lacontroller1991]

Some recs for our boys getting blowjobs, please? (Unless you feel unconfortable about that of course)

Blowjobs huh????? You got it ;)

Uhhhhhh NSFW OBVIOUSLY, 18+

BLOW JOB HC

Colonel Rick Flag BJ HC:

- it's his favorite. He loves going to town on you but damn does he love when you lock the door to his office and sink to your knees and suck him off

- he loves finishing on your face. Yes, he loves when you swallow his load, but he also really loves when his spend paints your face

- he also loves when he's laying down in bed and you just lazily suck him, dragging your nails on his skin, twirling his happy trail on your finger

- when he's tired, he more noisy. He'll be panting and whining, begging you for a release

- he loves straddling your chest as he thrusts into your mouth, you love watching him work himself above you

- he also likes it when his hands are knotted in your hair, not necessarily guiding your head but keeping it firmly in place

- when he does cum, he has a brief look on his face of euphoria, where his eyes are shut and his mouth is gapped open, but it's quick, so once you notice that he's close, your eyes are always on his face

Takeshi Kovacs BJ HC:

- this fucker fucks your face (with your permission of course), he will have his hands in your hair and press you against his pelvis as his thrusts into your mouth and he doesn't stop unless you tell him to

- he's not necessarily noisy, but he is huge into praise. He will tell you how good you're doing, how good you feel, how you're such a good girl for "sucking daddy's cock like that"

- but he is also into degrading. It's a flip. Sometimes when he comes back to the Raven after a particular draining day, he will force you to your knees and will whip out his cock, demanding that you suck it. Some of his favorite degrades to use are "you're such a fucking slut sinking to your knees like that" or "such a dirty little whore making a mess on my cock"

- he does not pull out of your mouth until you swallow ALL of his load. If a little dribbles out, he will wipe it off with his thumb before demanding that you suck that as well

- of course with how rough he can be, he is a big believer in after care. If he was particularly rough, he will massage your jaw and pepper kisses against your skin

- he definitely prefers to give head but he will never object to receiving

Stephen Holder BJ HC:

- he's noisy. Plain as day. You sometimes have to shove an object into his mouth to keep him quiet

- he also is a tease, he will flirt and flirt with you, making suggestive comments but we both know that our baby boy is all bark and no bite. The first time you gave him a blow job, he only lasted two minutes until he came in your mouth

- he has lots and lots of videos of you sucking him off on his computer for those late nights when he's in the office and needs a relief

- his favorite though is when you and him are just watching tv and you will rub him mindlessly before pulling off his pants and sucking him

- he is a mover, he will jump or fidget if you do something out of the ordinary, like dragging your teeth (lightly) against the underside of his cock will have him jumping out of his seat

- he also gets sensitive easily, so after he cums, you have to be extremely gentle with him

- he loses his mind when you swallow his load, because most girls he's been with (like 4) had always spit ('spitters are quitters') him spend out, so the first time you swallowed him, he almost came again

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed these quick little HC!

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[jackson--t]

Hate me, adore me.

Part IV

Summary: Ivar is not good with children.

Words: 3.1 k

Warnings: smut, swear words, rude behaviour, a lot of fucks (really).

Tag buddys: @youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace @punkrocknpearls @neverwantedagony​ @moonlightsspirit​

AO3? here.

Ivar liked many things.

He liked to watch his basketball games on TV, along with a cold beer. He loved Game of Thrones with ramen in his bed, all Sunday long when he wasn't on duty. He loved chocolate ice cream, preferably with lots of colorful sprinkles on top - and he loved good sex.

But on this day, Ivar felt reminded once again of all the things that annoyed him terribly and that drove the absolutely annoyed wrinkles on his forehead already at 7 a.m.; it wasn't just Heahmund's know-it-all attitude, once again, when he had forced Ivar to fasten his seat belt while driving; or the fact that he had once again wanted to forbid him to chew gum. Ivar had ironcladly defied the gum rule: because he needed it. He needed it bitterly so as not to get too upset and to keep his mouth closed as best he could, to have something to do so as not to let expletives hail. Because one of the causes of his bad mood was just waddling across the street at super low speed and was caustic and annoying: children.

Ivar had always successfully avoided having to escort the little buggers across the street in the morning until now - but thanks to Heahmund's terrific, terrible effort and his disgusting good nature as Mr. Jesus, he had been forced to ride with Heahmund to the nearest elementary school even before he was actually on duty, and to go on duty as a fucking friend and helper. His mood was in the basement, more than that.

He cast a scowl down at a small, blond girl who was staring at him with wide eyes; she had her mouth slightly open and was still staring at him when Ivar had turned away slightly. When he noticed, he looked at the girl again; the little girl blinked.

"Are you a policeman? You don't look very nice, do you?" the little girl squeaked, and Ivar rolled his eyes. He loved his job because of the guns, because of the violence, because of the "don't give a shit" attitude he could let out to some - but today was a shitty day. And those little green poison dwarfs didn't make it any better.

Ivar stared at the girl for a moment, then let out a deep and annoyed snort. "Nah, I'm a garbage man, you little devil. Move along before I eat you up."

The girl stopped for a moment in shock, and when Ivar took a faked step towards her, she shrieked and ran towards Heahmund, who was standing just a few feet away, directing the children across the street with a broad smile. Urgh, Mister Perfect. Again.

"Ivar!" echoed over to him, and Ivar chewed his gum in annoyance. He threw Heahmund a rough nod, while the older policeman eyed him indignantly.

"What are you doing? You're not supposed to scare the kids!" he said reprovingly, turning directly back to the little girl who Ivar had scared earlier with a smile.

Ivar wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He still couldn't decide what made him feel sicker to his stomach: those little buggers, or that the critters worshipped Heahmund so much it almost looked like a scene from the damn Bible.

It seemed worlds between today and yesterday; endless, endless days since he'd had sex with Heahmund, and for the first time experienced a different side of the cop than his haloed nerd side. Ivar bit his lower lip softly at the thought of their "slip" and stared at Heahmund; he hated to admit it, but that encounter had left its mark on Ivar.

Of course, he would never confess it in his life, not even under torture: but he had easily fallen for Heahmund - at least the part that had fucked him mercilessly yesterday. It had been that unbelievably good sex, that passion that had been there between them - and that sheer tension that had existed between them for ages. They were like fire and water, like night and day - but that's what made it exciting for Ivar. He had almost not been able to look at himself in the mirror the next morning, because he had actually jerked off to that memory twice the night after the "accident" - always that perfect body in front of his eyes, that smell that had been on Heahmund's skin, those damn arousing kisses that had given Ivar more than goosebumps.

And yet he hated him, in a way. The way he stood there, bringing those fucked-up kids across the street, with an angelic smile that sent sheer goosebumps of horror across Ivar's skin; he could hardly stand the way the little fuckers looked at the man like he was the next messiah, while they just eyed Ivar like something they were afraid of. Ivar just stared at a fat kid who was eyeing him particularly challengingly as he jutted his chin slightly.

"What do you want, pug face, huh?" he snarled, and it wasn't a second before Heahmund's voice thundered across the street.

"IVAR, damn it! It’s enough!" Oh, Ivar heard the anger from the raspy voice, that little thread of last, polite restraint guaranteed to snap in the patrol car. He looked at Heahmund, unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow; Heahmund's blue eyes had darkened.

"Would be nice if you didn't play godfather to the fucking lambs for once, so we can get out of here," Ivar retorted snottily, while Heahmund snorted.

"Okay, get in the car. And don't use those damn swear words! Kids, don't listen to him. They call him the Grinch at the station." Heahmund deaclred, amused, while he was immersed in soft children's laughter.

Ivar had had enough. He threw his stupid ladle against the sidewalk and lit a cigarette; he walked the few meters to the patrol car and casually leaned against the passenger side. His lungs were burning, so hard he pulled on the cigarette - but he didn't care. Let the fucking Heahmund shut his fucking mouth! Had he possibly imagined that there was more going on there? Had he possibly jerked off twice on him by mistake? Yes. But that was really just a slip. It could hardly be anything else, after all Ivar didn't go for men like Heahmund. Fuck it, whatever his stupid heart said.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before Heahmund appeared at the patrol car with a more than angry expression on his face; he stared at Ivar for a moment, then nodded roughly in the direction of the car. Ivar flicked his cigarette onto a patch of grass and got in; as they sat in the car, their eyes met. For a moment there was a tense silence, during which Ivar calmly chewed his gum so clearly that Heahmund could see it perfectly; only when he leaned back slightly did Heahmund's deep voice murmur at him.

"Did you just throw a lit cigarette on a lawn there?" he asked, and Ivar looked out the window for a moment. He snorted softly before turning to Heahmund again and putting on a soft, overly friendly smile that was hard to beat for sarcasm.

"I don't know, you should check it out. And maybe pick up trash on the side, and you're guaranteed to go to fucking heaven."

Heahmund's brow furrowed slightly; Ivar saw exactly how his hands curled into light fists, but he returned Heahmund's angry look with the still wide grin.

"Ivar, honestly, you're such a fucking asshole, you know that? I really want to punch you in the face right now. You do realize that throwing away burning cigarettes violates environmental regulations, and most importantly, endangers safety?" he hissed, and Ivar shrugged.

Heahmund looked at him for a moment, then actually got up and went outside to properly dispose of the cigarette. Ivar, meanwhile, stared out the window: he looked at Heahmund's butt, at the broad shoulders, at the handsome face that seemed to curse softly. "You fucking nerd, look at you.", Ivar muttered to himself, catching himself biting his lower lip lightly as Heahmund ran his hand through his black hair: one had to hand it to him, he was just damn good looking.

Ivar was still staring at him, too, when Heahmund sat down next to him again and let out a deep sigh; he leaned his head back for a moment, though Ivar was still looking at him. Something tingled inside him.

"You could... hmm... you could punish me really bad under Section 17b, don't you think? You fucking nerd.", Ivar hummed softly; as Heahmund's blue eyes locked on him, he grinned slightly. And his body was bathed in sheer goosebumps when Heahmund finally turned the ignition key and snorted softly. Ivar knew he was taking him up on his offer when they drove into an area where there were almost no buildings - except abandoned factories. It was almost too good, the tingle that shot through his bones when Heahmund finally parked; and before the older cop could open his mouth and lecture again about any regulations, Ivar's hands had cupped around his face and he was kissing the older man, who, underneath all the hatred and dislike, also inspired terrible and urgent lust in him.

He couldn't even last two minutes in his own seat and had quickly sat down wide-legged on Heahmund's lap. The older cop emitted a slight gasp, almost barely audible, as Ivar's hands dug through his clothes, fumbling with the belt of his pants.

"You're insatiable. And a monster.", Heahmund groaned out between two biting kisses; his hand had long since made its way to Ivar's bulletproof vest, undoing the Velcro and pushing the soft shirt up under Ivar's vest. Ivar loved those warm, rough hands on his torso, and he let Heahmund feel it clearly with a soft moan. His fingers ran desirously urging along Heahmund's zipper on his pants, feeling the thick bulge in them that he was particularly lusting after. Fuck, he was so fucking hot for this guy it was almost embarrassing.

"No foreplay, you greedy grinch? Fuck, Ivar... at least with a condom this time!", Heahmund murmured softly, even though Ivar's hands were already pushing and softly rushing into his pants. When he had the thick and already hard cock in his hand, Ivar exhaled for a moment; he closed his eyes and pressed himself against Heahmund's torso before hissing softly, "Tell me, are you somehow only getting horny when you have protection? You want to maybe leave that fucking vest on during sex too, nerd?"

As Ivar intensified his movements on Heahmund's cock, Heahmund's pelvis clearly moved upward; Ivar sensed him looking at him and opened his eyes.

"Would it turn you on?" Heahmund murmured breathlessly; Ivar opened his lips breathlessly, moving his warm hand tighter and tighter around Heahmund's cock. He loved how the trained cop grew harder and harder, how wet drops of pleasure appeared on his tip, which Ivar easily wiped away with a slight gasp and a nimble movement with his thumb; Heahmund moaned, but they were still looking at each other.

The corners of Ivar's mouth lifted slightly, then he grunted. "Fuck, yeah."

"I knew it. Harder." Heahmund moaned, pulling Ivar's neck closer, covering his neck with warm, smooth, slightly biting kisses as Ivar's hand continued steadily. His own erection was pressing like mad against his pants, and Ivar was so incredibly hot for Heahmund that he didn't take any time. After all, a damn stake could flutter in at any moment.

He unzipped his own pants to the slight groan of Heahmund, pulling them down somewhat awkwardly along with his boxers to the point where he could still practically sit well on top of Heahmund; his body was covered in goosebumps as he watched Heahmund spit into his own hand in one fluid motion, wetting his hard cock with it. Ivar grinned slightly; he wet two of his fingers before sliding them into his entrance with a slightly awkward motion, widening it slightly; the sound that came from Heahmund sent pure pleasure through his body. The two looked at each other.

"Fuck, Ivar. You're such a fucking beast, I swear I'll fuck the hell out of you already."

"Oh, come on - you're into it. You probably only had 0815 cunts that looked pretty but had nothing on them."

Ivar almost whimpered when Heahmund abruptly stopped him from his movements; his fingers slipped out and he was pulled onto Heahmund's lap with a firm and strong grip; he placed himself over Heahmund's cock, moaning slightly as he looked into the dark-haired man's eyes.

"Then let's see how good you can ride, gutter boy!" Heahmund groaned; Ivar's fingers clawed brutally at Heahmund's chin, holding it up as he gently lowered his pelvis and let Heahmund's hard cock slide carefully inside him; he did it deliberately slowly, letting that rock-hard muscle stretch him open gently, loving the way Heahmund's mouth opened slightly, the way his fingers clawed harder into the flesh of his hips.

"Fuck, Ivar!" he moaned darkly, and Ivar jerked his chin up again that had turned shallowly towards his chest - those blue eyes staring at him full of fire.

"Don't call me that! You fucking bastard." Ivar hissed; he whimpered softly as he felt himself sink to the base on Heahmund; they were both breathing heavily, and Ivar pulled Heahmund's face closer to him, pulling the older cop into a biting, hard kiss before slowly moving up and down.

Fuck, damn. It hadn't been enough that Heahmund had been an absolute grenade in bed the last time, no - his cock just seemed made for Ivar's core. It was perfect in thickness, and even more perfect in length, that it was already softly grazing the soft bundle of nerves inside Ivar with every deep movement Ivar made on it. Ivar swallowed audibly and clawed at the back of Heahmund's neck; he loved feeling the pressure of Heahmund's hands on his body, loved the fucking vest he was still wearing, which only further vocalized his fucking nerdiness, which seduced Ivar beyond belief. His movements became steadier, more violent, and he became more and more breathless.

Oh man, this was going to end in an orgasmic disaster. Heahmund was just too good.

They kissed breathlessly, and Heahmund's hands slid up to Ivar's waist; they closed warmly around the arches of his ribs, supporting him in the movements that were becoming more fluid and deeper, even as they took away Ivar's breath. His belly was pleasantly filled with warmth, so full of feeling.

"We can...fuck, Ivar!- ...we could maybe discuss the punishment thing over an evening...dinner. Fuck, you're killing me," Heahmund cursed, and Ivar threw his head back slightly.

He knew he wouldn't last long - but he would definitely not get ahead of Heahmund this time. He knew too many tricks in this position for that. He smiled softly as he let his entrance twitch slightly around the thick cock; it drove a moan from Heahmund's lips.

"Is that a fucking date, Heahmund?" Ivar exhaled, clawing harder at the base of Heahmund's black hair on the back of his neck. The older cop underneath him groaned, and his hands at his waist twitched. Ivar repeated the motions twice before Heahmund threw his head back slightly in his seat.

"Is...no, this is an...on-duty...fuck!... meeting”. Heahmund's voice grew harsher, thirstier, Ivar heard it clearly. It turned him on so much that he himself had to be beastly careful not to come right on top of that hard cock thrusting into his prostate at the perfect angle over and over again; but he was too proud. He held out for a little while longer. But the thought that Heahmund had just asked him for a private meeting chased even more lust into his body.

He was hot, so damn hot inside.

"Sure, you weirdo." Ivar hummed with pleasure, soaking in the taste of another kiss that Heahmund breathlessly gave him; his hands weren't letting go now, and the cop's pelvis thrusting from below was getting a little faster. When their lips parted, Heahmund opened his eyes slightly, seeking Ivar's gaze.

"Fuck, I think I..." he groaned, and Ivar moaned.

"You're coming, aren't you? Come on, you know I want you to...", Ivar breathed against those fucking delicious lips, stealing a breathless kiss before watching Heahmund's eyes close with a powerful wave of heat in his body.

"Fuck, I'm coming..." the cop moaned so harshly that Ivar moaned softly; he clawed at Heahmund's body as tightly as he could, wrapping his heated arms tightly around the body, almost amazed, manically turned on, at how quickly it made Heahmund come, that simple touch.

The man groaned a dark moan right at Ivar's sensitive collarbone, deep and rough as he came jerking inside Ivar. Ivar continued to ride him, riding him hard and demanding until he too felt the violent crashing peak of his orgasm: the wave of pleasure crashed over him so brutally that he had to stop his riding movements to avoid losing control completely. Just like the first time, this orgasm tore out something deep inside Ivar, gave him everything he needed, nourished him with so much love and lust that he almost choked on it.

The windows were fogged the hell up when Ivar broke away from Heahmund after what felt like an eternity; they were able to wipe away the mess they'd both made just fine, because of course the nerdy Heahmund had good tissues with him; Ivar grunted quietly and had to grin a little wryly when Heahmund had to spend a long time wiping at a stain on his black vest, with a quiet, annoyed snort.

"You can tell it's gravy," Ivar said, earning a nasty look from Heahmund after he luckily managed to remove the stain just fine; when Ivar was back in his seat and, to Heahmund's satisfaction, even buckled up for once, Heahmund looked over at him. The two looked at each other, and then Heahmund smiled slightly.

It was a beautiful smile, one that Ivar hadn't seen from him before, and one that made him feel sick in a different way than he did on the road today. As if suddenly, there was something in his belly that fluttered around like crazy and made him almost happy inside. Disgustingly happy.

"I was serious about the... dinner." Heahmund said; the blue eyes sparkled slightly, and Ivar grinned a little wider. He couldn't go soft now, no way - Heahmund couldn't score points everywhere with his nerdy, gentlemanly behavior, after all. "Maybe we'll get along better someday. Get to know each other better." the dark-haired man added, and Ivar turned his head slightly so that Heahmund wouldn't see him blush slightly on his cheeks. He popped a new piece of gum into his mouth and winked.

"Shut up and drive, you miserable nerd. You won't get the Nobel Peace Prize for polishing, too."

But his heart had already said yes, and he also knew, without looking over, that Heahmund knew, too.

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#5

Money Heist

Muhahahaha thank you for giving me the chance to do this :D :D :D. Also in hindsight I answered Nairobi to a lot of those xD.

Favorite character: Kind of a tie between Nairobi and the Professor actually but hmm... I guess I’ll just have to deal with him from now huh xD.

Least Favorite character: Motherfucking Tokyo like ugh. She’s like the epitome of a cockblocking kid in all fandoms I know (and yes this means Will has nothing on her). Also, she got a guy I liked killed, she thinks with her pussy most of the time which is a super bad idea... Yeah. She can go screw herself.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Marquillo(The Professor/Raquel) owns my life as far as this fandom goes xD. Other than that... Nairobi/happiness basically, it’s not a canon thing but it should have been damn it.  Then Berlin/Palermo, Stockholm/Rio (though that would be more platonic than anything I suppose) and I guess I could get behind Palermo/Helsinki if Palermo takes like 1000 levels down in assholeness that is xD.

Character I find most attractive: Raquel I suppose I mean I don’t have a thing for blondies necessarily but well xD. She had her moments.

Character I would marry: They’re all too fucked up for me to risk this tbh xD

Character I would be best friends with: Nairobi though I’d rather her be my boss than my friend. And I don’t mean that in a kinky way but come on I mean the girl is a total feminist and she’s totally on board for working with music so xD.

a random thought: Raquel for heist leader 2021 xD. No idea if it will happen but I totally wouldn’t mind xD.

An unpopular opinion: I’m mostly on board with the fandom so... Oh. Berlin is an ass mostly and he doesn’t deserve to be so high in the top character list. Though to quote my best friend, I get why guys like him (because he’s basically a male power fantasy) and I hope each and everyone of the guys who like him choked on their tears when they found out he’s at least bi xD.

my canon OTP: Marquillo :D

Non-canon OTP: Nairobi/happiness xD. Or Nairobi with whoever she wanted really xD. Except the Professor he’s taken so she can forget about the natural method thing xD.

most badass character: Nairobi though Raquel had her moments xD. She should have slapped Tokyo harder though.

pairing I am not a fan of: I’m not sure if Raquel/Angel is a thing, I hope not xD. Other than that... Raquel/Alicia is a thing and while I get people wanting girl on girl stuff and ok it has some Dom/Sub undertones... (with TONS of dubcon btw) but basically, fuck no in this case.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): *shouts from the rooftop* Nairobi in like all the ways possible in season 4 :(. (I wasn’t a fan of the whole baby thing either)

favourite friendship: Raquel/Stockholm they have a lot to bond on. Except liking smart guys because well Stockholm is a morosexual poor gal but yeah xD.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Nairobi again she was the mom friend anyway so yeah xD.

18 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 16:12:57 GMT

#4

OK so sadly I also watch The Flash (more like to keep up with the CW universe for Supergirl tbh xD) and I am very partial about show... BUT. BUT. It’s uhm filmed in Canada I guess? xD. Which means that sometimes what can I say it pays off xD.

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18 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 20:21:03 GMT

#3

Can someone please tell the fuckers at CW that when you get to a point where you need to keep inventing shitty reasons to keep two characters apart- because God forbid they are in the same room who knows what will happen- then maybe you should... Stop doing that?

And no they don't get any points for the "I'm only here because you're a part of this team" thing because they fucked that sideways with the ending

19 notes • Posted 2021-08-26 19:13:15 GMT

#2

So the one episode in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Amanda directed somehow ended up involving magnets and wormholes...

20 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 22:42:17 GMT

#1

Well, what a mad Teslen fan would I be if I didn't try and ask for 20 and Teslen? Because....reasons! Also please tell me you have an ao3 account too because I need moooooreeeee!

So somehow you got unlucky and pulled the angst card at that? Dunno I have zero control over my plot bunnies tbh 😂

There weren't many things that could hurt a vampire. In fact, there were so few she had made the mistake to not even consider the possibility. But reality had other plans for her, apparently. Reality had hit her hard. She had rushed to the infirmary as soon as Will told her, only stopping when she got to Nikola's side.

"I really don't know what happened, Magnus, I-" Will started saying, but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Later," she cut him off. "I will find out who did this and I will make them regret it," she promised through gritted teeth. "Right now, I want to be alone, though."

He looked like he wanted to protest at that, but thankfully, he didn't. With a silent nod, he left her alone, allowing her to take in the view in front of her.

Nikola was unconscious, his eyes closed, blood still trickling down his forehead from a wound that apparently refused to heal, and she felt her heart ache at that. He was still breathing, thankfully, but she found little comfort in that.

"Don't you dare die on me, you bastard," she said as she took his hand in her own, her voice trembling. "I already lived 80 years without you after Vienna, don't make me live an eternity without you. Not after what we have now, not after-" she sighed, making a small pause before continuing. "Not after I finally admitted that I love you," she said with a sad smile. "Not after I got used to waking up with you kissing me, and to falling asleep in your arms." It was then when she couldn't stop her tears anymore, when she broke out crying, unable to say anything else. Instead, she placed a soft kiss on his unmoving lips.

It was then when she felt his lips splitting in a devious grin, his mouth chasing hers just to steal a small kiss from her. Through her tears, she saw the wound on his forehead closing, and she breathed a sigh of relief at that.

"Hey, remember what I told you after you destroyed the old Sanctuary and I came after you?" he asked, his voice still weak, but it didn't matter. He was going to be fine, and that was all that mattered, she thought, her tears now turning into happy ones.

"Yes," she said with a laugh.

"I told you that you made the mistake of kissing me and that I'm not letting you go after that," Nikola continued. "And unlike others, I am pretty good at keeping my promises."

"You'd better, or I will kill you."

"And here I was thinking you don't want to live an eternity without me," Nikola said and his grin was nothing if not infectious. "And I believe you also said something about wanting to fall asleep in my arms - though we both know we didn't get much sleep lately- and what was that? I believe you actually said that you love me."

"You were awake?" she muttered. "You were awake and you didn't say a bloody thing and - damn it. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"I thought it would be rude to interrupt you," Nikola shrugged.

"And you also figured you should take notes so you have what to tease me with in the next century."

"We'll probably get there too, yes," Nikola agreed. "But first I am going to get out of this bed and do anything I can to convince you I'm not going anywhere."

"You're not getting out of that bed until I figure out exactly what happened to you," she cut him off, sounding all business-like.

"But the tests will take you days," he said and the pout he made was so cute that she couldn't help but relent.

"Didn't say we can't share, though," she said with a smile. "Move over," she continued and he did as instructed, allowing her to snuggle next to him.

23 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 05:58:17 GMT

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Dreamwatch: REMember (Match 1)

Elimination 8-Man Tag Match: Takaya Kiryu/Johnny McLaren/Katsu Himuro/Yamato Ryukawa vs Shota Inaba/Keiichiro Asakawa/Ewan Jacobs/Tatsuya Mido (Click here to watch!)

We start off this historic show with a huge tag match! Four of Dreamwatch's most promising talents face off against a litany of mystery opponents! Who knows what could happen in this match? Who will stand out?!

Short answer: Everyone. Everyone stood out. From the first minute of the match we knew we were in for a wild night when MMA fighter Shota Inaba decided to try and burn Ryukawa with fire! Ryukawa has faced off against Carlos Gomez in the past so he was more prepared for something like this than expected, ducking out the way despite being visibly shaken. From there the match was chaotic and frenetic, while simultaneously showing off the best qualities of every participant. Ryukawa's strategy, McLaren's striking prowess, Kiryu's speed, and Himuro's overwhelming intensity were all on full display as if they hadn't been on a hiatus at all! The enemy team was not willing to be stood up, though, as Tatsuya Mido provided the power and intensity of the team, even seeming to match Himuro's at times! Along with him was the heart and explosiveness of Keiichiro Asakawa. These two have only shown us Dreamwatch fans a glimpse of what they can do, but they did look promising out there! Ewan Jacobs looked like he came to do business, getting in the ring and hitting straightforward world-class punches like only a top-level MMA fighter can. Along with him was... "MMA fighter" Shota Inaba, who shocked everyone with his antics! Perhaps you expected a shoot fighter like Jacobs, but instead Inaba's most notable moments were breathing fire and pulling out a scythe to cut Himuro and bust him open! A wildcard to say the least!

As the match rolled on, the opposing team did well and even got off two eliminations, but the Dreamwatch team was too solid all the way through to take a loss here. Team Dreamwatch takes the victory in a chaotic and very fun opening match!

-POST MATCH COMMENTS-

*Ryukawa, Kiryu, and Himuro share a long, uncomfortable look at each other. Himuro then glances over to McLaren and the two share a look. There is no talking for a significant amount of time*

Himuro: *shoving Kiru and Ryukawa out of the way to get closer to the camera* This is the first show back and this is what you give to me. Those opponents... One of them tried to make me bleed to make a name for himself. He's an embarrassment. My heart pumps, and I have more heart than his frail body can muster. He made me bleed with his dulled tools, but I'd grind him into the ground with my bare hands. Also that shitty white-haired guy? He tried to be big and bad and he got embarrassed. Get these pieces of shit out of my ring and don't invite them back. Dreamwatch isn't a game, Dreamwatch isn't big paychecks. Dreamwatch is me. Don't step to the strongest if you're not strong. I'm done here. *Shoves his teammates out of the way to walk off-screen*

Takaya Kiryu: One legend, seven losers. This ain't a welcome party in my book. Let's not forget that I'm the most successful wrestler in Dreamwatch, I've beaten one of the most successful wrestlers in this business is under ten minutes, and yet I'm being put on the same level with the biggest disappointments in this company, facing a comedy act of a team. Gonna need a bit more love around here, considering I'm literally carrying the company on my back. I better be getting paid more than Ryukawa, at least. *Kiryu prepares to take his leave before stopping and turning to McLaren* Also... Johnny, right? I noticed the orange gear. You looking for my attention? Now that we're back, show me what you can do, yeah? I'm watching. *Kiryu takes his exit*

McLaren: I need new gear...

Yamato Ryukawa: We need to step it up now that we're back! My last big match resulted in a loss that cost me in a big way, and it seems like they're trying to replace us with... Whatever those guys were *laughs* It didn't work though, even though admittedly that Keiichiro guy... I've heard of him and he was pretty strong. Mido too... Regardless, I need to change my focus. There's still a struggle for supremacy in Dreamwatch, and no offense to you Johnny, I'm the only one that can stand at the top by the end of this. Now that I managed to avoid having my hair burned off of my head for the second time, I'll at least look good when I get there.

Johnny McLaren: Its good to be back everybody! I was getting ready to fight in the Blood Crown tournament before the hiatus, and I'm assuming that that's still going on, and the look on Ryukawa's face tells me he forgot...

Yamato Ryukawa: Sorry!

Johnny McLaren: I hope you've been working on those leg locks. I don't want to have a rival that's lost a step. No point in beating you then. Anyway, now that Dreamwatch is back its time to begin the long crawl. When I first got here, people didn't think much of me, and during the hiatus I meditated and thought back on how things went, and I can tell I'm in the right direction. Dreamwatch fans, get loud! Johnny's back baby!

--

Tatsuya Mido: Dreamwatch, huh... They ain't as tough as all the hype makes them seem. That hiatus makes it seem like you boys and girls are all crumbling under your own weight. Perfect opportunity for someone like me to swoop in and take over the whole operation. You need someone strong running things here. Invite me back, Dreamwatch. I dare you.

Shota Inaba: Look what I did to your boy, Dreamwatch! Look what I did to him! That win means nothing, that wasn't a real fight, but I let a present for that bitch! *holds up the sickle he used in the match to cut Himuro* A little souvenir from the baddest fighter on Earth! Nobody can touch me! If I see that tall fucker again I'll carve his ass up! See me one on one, boy!

Ewan Jacobs: That guy's an idiot but I like his energy! Anyway you already know who I am and if you don't you need to wake up and watch some world-class fighters instead of the bums you got here. It's Ewan Jacobs, the most infamous man in sports. Pro wrestling rules are dumb. Over the top rope eliminations, three second pins... idiotic rules for idiotic people and their low-life fans. Pro Wrestling is the most pathetic-

Keiichiro Asakawa: *Shoves Jacobs to the ground* Oy! Watch your damn mouth!

*Jacobs Lunges at Asakawa, and a brawl ensues backstage, with both men having to be separated from each other and escorted out of the building. A distant "I'll kill you!" is heard from Jacobs*

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Music Lessons With The Devil Chapter 4

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Lucifer x OC fic

Rating: R for language

A/N: I’m starting to lose steam so I hope y’all still enjoy this :). Tag list is open! Let me know if you’d like to be added!

“Weren’t you crippled?” Maze said snidely as I walked up to the bar.

“Nice to see you too, Maze.” I laughed.

“We’re closed.” She said pointedly.

“It was just a shot to the leg. Nothing major.”

Maze looked me up and down. “Too bad.”

“Now, now.” Lucifer said walking up to us. “Be nice. How’s the leg?”

“Eh,” I began, shrugging my shoulders. “Hell will have to wait for me.”

“I beg your pardon?” I’d never seen a more shocked, disbelieving look cross anyone’s face before.

“The Devil has a spot reserved for me.”

“I most certainly do not.”

“It’s just a phrase, Lucifer.” I laughed. He’d referred to himself as the Devil again. 

“Yes, I heard what you said. The question is why did you say it?”

“It’s doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters! You don’t walk around saying a phrase like that and not explain yourself!”

“Lots of people do it. I don’t see you Halloween catting over them.” His expression literally looked like one of the Halloween cat decorations with its fur up.

“Would you guys just shut up?” Maze snapped.

“This isn’t over.” He turned to me, pointing his finger. “Did you bring it?” He asked.

I set my pack down on the counter.

“What’s this?” Maze asked, curiously.

I unfolded the pack and pulled back the velvet covering.

“Knives? You throw?”

Lucifer coughed, his eyes wide. “Can she ever…”

“And?” Maze said, uninterested.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve brought her here to throw with you!”

She scoffed then laughed. When she saw Lucifer’s expression, she stopped.

“You’re serious?”

I craned my neck to look at Lucifer. “Told you it would be a waste of time.”

As I started to pack up, her knife came up to my throat. “Wait.”

“Mazikeen!” Lucifer growled.

When she was distracted, I grabbed the dagger, flipped it around in my fingers and then threw it, watching it embed into the wall next to us. She looked at me with an unreadable expression, then said, “I like you.”

Turning to Lucifer, she said, “How did you find out she could throw?”

I cocked my head as I walked to get her dagger out of the wall. “Yes Lucifer, how did you find out?” I smiled really big, a cocky look on my face.

“It was a bit uncalled for, really.” Lucifer said.

“He crashed my college class. I got pissed and threw a letter opener at his head.”

“Damn near hit me in the head! This close!” He said to Maze, his fingers showing how close it was.

Maze high-fived me. Lucifer looked positively betrayed.

“Hey, you brought her to me.” Maze said.

“She’s right you know.” I said.

“Oh, shut up and pour me a drink.” Lucifer sighed.

“You better be careful with this one. She just may best you.” Maze told him.

He scoffed. “Nobody bests the devil.”

Maze leaned in close to him. “I’ll be sure to tell Amenadiel that the next time I see him.”

“Funny girl, aren’t you?” Lucifer said, a tight expression his face. “I’m beginning to think it was a bad idea to bring you two together.”

Maze and I shared a look and rolled our eyes.

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We were toe to toe with each other. She even showed me a few tricks. We’d been knocking back drinks and I didn’t realize how much we’d been drinking until I stumbled trying to throw.

“Alright. I think that’s it for me.” I said, laughing.

“Hmmm….let’s do one more. We’ll bet this time.”

“Oh?”

“How about a challenge.”

I made a “continue” motion with my hand.

“I’m going to throw this drink umbrella and attempt to knife it to the wall. If I win, you kiss Lucifer.”

I spit out my drink. “What are we? Middle schoolers?” I chided.

“You guys are always eye-fucking each other so I’d thought you’d at least like to kiss first.”

“Hold on a second! I’m never the eye-fucker.” I protested.

Lucifer instantly perked up and moved right next to my face. “Ooohhh. I quite like this bet.”

Thinking of any possible way to get out of it, I just went for the easiest choice. Sighing, I said, “Alright and if you win, I’ll give you $50.”

“Deal.”

Lucifer was watching the throw most intensely than he had the entire time. Maze went first and naturally didn’t miss. As I lined up my shot, I intentionally missed. Not by much. Maze gave a victory cheer and put her hand out. I slapped the money into her palm with a smile on my face.

“Good game.”

Leaning against the bar, I felt Lucifer behind me, his lips almost touching my ear.

“You threw the throw. Didn’t you? I’m hurt.” He whispered.

I hoped I didn’t visibly shiver. Tilting my head back to look at him, I said, “Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Clever little minx.” I saw him lean in, staring at my lips. Just as he got within range, I put my finger on his lips.

“Nope. I lost the bet.”

When I brought my head back up, my vision swam. Holding my head in my hand, I said, “Ooh bad idea.”

“Lightweight.” Maze teased.

“Gravity is a bitch.” I whined.

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“Hey! You coming tonight?” Chloe said, bouncing up to me.

“Nah. I think I drank enough for a while today with Maze.”

She looked confused. “Since when were you two on good graces?”

“Since Lucifer set up a knife throwing appointment at Lux.”

“Huh. Anyway, you should come with us tonight. Lucifer is saying it’s his “rebirth” birthday party. Whatever that means.”

“Dude, I didn’t even attempt to understand him and I’m not about to start now. He had a really weird reaction today when he asked about my leg and I told him that Hell would have to wait for me. It was like he took it as a personal offense that I would even suggest such a thing.”

Chloe laughed. “You’re hardly going to Hell, Is but who knows? Lucifer’s a weird dude.”

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I said, “But seriously, how do you deal with that man? He’s so frustrating.”

She sighed heavily. “I know he is. But he really does lend some interesting insight to my cases and dare I say it, he’s become a friend.”

I bopped my head up and down, throwing my lip out.

“Maze tried to get me to kiss him today.” I blurted out.

“What?!”

“We were throwing knives and she bet me that if I lost to her that I’d have to kiss Lucifer.” I went quiet.

“So! What happened? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“I threw the throw.”

She clicked her tongue. “I bet he didn’t like that.”

“Yeah he put on a good show about it. Even tried to kiss me afterwards and I stopped him.”

“You should give him a chance, Is. He likes you.”

“Right. He likes me like he likes all of the other pretty tails that pack his bar every night.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Come on. At least come with me. Just because.” She was giving me that puppy dog face that I could never resist.

It was my turn to click my tongue. “Alright. You’ve convinced me.”

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Dressed in my best rave clothes, I met her at the door. Lucifer had made us VIP holders so we didn’t need to wait in line.

“Well, damn. First time I’ve been VIP of anything.”

“Right?” Chloe agreed.

We sauntered in to find the club already jumping. I was wearing a choker around my neck, a black  tube top and white cargo pants and my hair in a high ponytail. Maze saw us and motioned for us to come over. As I looked around the club, I saw Barb hanging all over Lucifer. It was kind of funny but I felt bad for him. She was barely wearing anything and left nothing to the imagination. That was the first time I’d seen him not interested in someone.

Maze poured us two shots, looking me up and down.

“Who is this?”

“Shut up.” I said, laughing.

“Rawr.” She said, making a claw with her hand.

“So…are we going to see a shuffle tonight?” Chloe asked.

I craned my head to look at her from under my eyelids. “Funny.” I said, scrunching my face up.

“We’ll see about that.” She said under her breath.

“What was that.”

“This place is jumping I said.”

“Huh uh. Don’t. Just don’t.”

She put her hand on her chest. “Me? I would never.”

I pointed at her. “I mean it, Chloe.”

I watched Lucifer run behind the bar, popping up to look between the bottles. Maze was looking at him, puzzled.

“What are you doing?” She admonished.

“Just making sure everything is running smoothly.”

“From between the bottles? It’s not like you to run from a human. Let alone a woman.”

“Ugh, she’s unbearable!”

He looked to me.

“You have to help me. It’s Barb…” He says, looking around worriedly. “She won’t leave me alone.”

I bit back a laugh. “But she’s so sweet and she loves when you speak French.” I said in an obnoxious voice.

He gave me a dark look. “Shit. She’s coming up here. Pretend we’re together. Just so she’ll go away.” He hissed.

“No way! Go get one of your flooz-”

Suddenly, he hopped the bar counter and had his arm around my shoulder. He pulled me into him, my hand on his chest. We locked eyes for a quick second before I tried to struggle away. 

His grip on my shoulder tightened. I glared daggers up at him in warning.

“Please.” He whispered into my ear.

I growled in response, the pity I’d felt for him earlier taking over.

“Hey! That’s where you went!”

Her face dropped when she saw me looking up at him.

“Thought you said you two weren’t together?” She glared.

He looked down at me, a hurt expression on his face.

“You did?” Complete with puppy dog eyes.

My eye twitched.

“I’m sorry, Barb. It happened quite…suddenly.”

I brought my other hand up and patted him on the back, making sure to put more force into the 3rd pat so it stung, all the while trying to keep a snarl from crossing my face.

“Rude.” He said quietly, his brows furrowed.

I looked up at him with a smile like venom on my face, popping my eyebrow up. I looked around for Chloe. She was gone. Barb folded her arms across her chest, popping her hip out.

“Give us a kiss, then. Go on!”

I paled.

“What?”

“Go on! If you’re together, prove it.” She had a knowing look on her face.

I laughed nervously. I looked up at him, as he looked from me to Barb. I looked back to Barb, digging my nails into his chest. “What is it with people obsessed about us kissing? He’s not really big on personal displays of aff-”

I heard him sigh and then I felt his hands on my cupping my face, turning me to face him. I didn’t have any time to react before his lips were on mine.

I inhaled sharply, my hands popping up. His tongue slid into my mouth like smooth bourbon. He tasted like a slice of Eden. My entire body softened from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I couldn’t deny the effect he was having on me. Slowly the sounds of the club died away as I gave in. His lips were a work of art and he certainly knew how to use them.

I felt him smile against my lips as he felt the change in me. He deepened the kiss, keeping a hand on my face and using the other to wrap around my waist and pull me closer into him. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly in my life. In that single instant, my universe flipped upside down and I could see why women kept coming back and why some lined up to be with him. He dropped the hand on my cheek, fingertips tracing down my neck as he pulled away, sneaking in a kiss right underneath my jaw. I exhaled, my eyes closed, shivering. When I opened my eyes to look at him, he smirked and booped my nose.

We both turned to look at Barb when she scoffed.

“Whatever. Call me when you’re bored of her.”

Lucifer smiled as she walked away, then turned back to me.

“So…that’s that then.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I had goosebumps all over. 

“Was it too much?"

“Just a bit...yeah...”

I was panicking inside. The wall needed to go back up. Fast. I needed a distraction.

Chloe came up next to me, her voice contorted in excitement. I watched Lucifer wink at me, looking mighty pleased with himself as he walked away, mingling in the crowd. I dropped heavily into a bar stool.

“So…. what was that?”

“What was what?” I said, taking small sips of my drink.

She looked at me like, “Seriously?”

“Oh that? That was nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“It was to get rid of Barb. She’s been bugging him since we got here. He needed a way to get rid of her.”

“Annnddd he chose you?”

“Don’t look too much into it, Chlo.”

“Didn’t figure you the type to be a bleeding heart.”

“I’m not a complete ice queen. For 0.2 seconds, my pity overran my judgement. I’ve heard stories about Barb and he looked genuinely disinterested as she hung on him so I decided to help a brother out.”

Talking to Chloe helped me to calm down.

“About that distraction...” I said to myself when I heard the beginning of Spooky Scary Skeletons Extended Mix Remix start up and looked at her.

“As usual, you know exactly what I need.” I slapped her lightly on the arm and ran to the dance floor with a bunch of other people.

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The Neverending Story, chapter 12

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A rumble from downstairs woke you up from your depression nap, rubbing your eyes awake you curled into your blanket, wait. That’s not a blanket, looking at what you’re holding you realize it’s Beetlejuice’s jacket. Internally groaning you threw it across the room, 

“Damn him.” You stood from the bed and glared at the polaroids on your wall. Tearing them down one by one you threw them on top of the jacket, 

“Damn it all!” You yelled and opened your bedroom door. Searching your home you saw no green ghost. Looking at the spare bedroom door you tore off the shitty handmade sign of his. 

“Good riddance.” You said and crossed your arms, going downstairs you noticed your back doors were open. Your eyes softened, he’s gone, looking outside all you saw was the night. Slowly you closed the doors and leaned onto them with a sigh, 

“Do ya miss him?” A voice asked and you rose a brow, standing you walked to the garden room. Peaking in you saw the giant plant rustle, 

“Well?” It asked and you frowned, great the plant talks now.

“Miss who?” You grumbled as you walked in the room, looking at the painted pots. 

“Oh come on! Ya know who I’m talkin bout, the ghost that haunts ya dreams and ya life?” A vine prodded your side and you swatted it away. 

“What do you know? You’re just a plant.” You glared and the plant spoke 

“And your just a dummy in love.” Audrey cooed and a vine pulled you closer, you were squished against his giant leaves. 

“Ya not gonna eat me are you?” You asked and he shook his ‘head’. 

“I’d never eat ya honey! Plus ya too bitter.” You pushed the plant away and grumbled curses. Heading towards the door Audrey spoke, 

“He’s comin back ya know.” 

“He should stay far away from me and this house.” You stomped your foot and looked at your living room. Quickly you grabbed the photo frames and balanced them on the closed record player.  

“It’s all goin back up! Everything!” You stomped towards the stairs, the objects wobbled in your arms, a few frames fell. Your eyes were starting to water, and you sniffled. Everything, back to the way it was before he came along. 

“It’s all gonna go back to normal.” You heard Audrey whine, 

“Except you!” 

You yelled from the stairs, a rumble from behind you caused you to lose your footing. Everything fell from your arms and you fell right along with it, landing on the floor you coughed when you accidentally breathed in smoke. Wait smoke?

Looking up you saw smoke and a green glow coming from the back doors, the doors slammed open and the smoke disappeared to reveal two figures. You’re vision was blurry from the smoke, your tears and the fall, but you felt hands grab you and wrap around you. Voices spoke but it was all blurry to you. 

“Everything..back to normal.” You muttered as your eyes closed. 

Is this what dying feels like? God it’s sadder than expected, plus you’re a mess from crying and haven’t eaten or drank anything in three hours. You expected a grander death, something with streamers and lights. But the smoke and green glow was close enough for now. 

So that’s it huh, you’re dead. Gone for good. Kinda boring to be honest, guess Beetlejuice was right about the afterlife being boring. It’s all dark..blank, not a soul in sight. Maybe you’re afterlife is different because you’re an immortal. Or maybe, just maybe. You’re not dead and just asleep you dumb fucker. 

Stop being so dramatic wake up fool jeez. 

“How are they?” A voice asked and you felt a grip on your wrist.

“Still got a pulse.” 

“How about me?”

“You’re dead.”

“Oh thank God.” 

You snorted and felt the room tense, slowly opening your eyes your vision was still blurry. 

“Beetlejuice?” You mumbled and suddenly you felt a body slam against yours. 

“Oh hallelujah! Thank the lord! Amen!” You heard him say as he hugged you tightly, hesitantly you patted his back. Blinking repeatedly you started to gain your vision.

“Come on give em some room.” A feminine voice said and your eyebrows scrunched together. Looking towards the voice your eyes widened when you saw the girl from the picture. You frowned and looked away, pushing Beetlejuice off of you he whined. 

“Here to get your stuff?” You asked still not looking at the two, you fiddled with your shirt. You were apparently laid on the couch after your fainting spell, how quaint. Beetlejuice started to speak but the girl stopped him, 

“He’s staying.” Your frown turned to a scowl, 

“Not in this house!” You stood up after saying this. Wobbling a bit you steady yourself, looking up at the man and young girl. The man frowned from your glare while the girl stayed emotionless. 

“I refuse to be housing some homewrecker! He’s already ruined this home enough and-” You stopped yourself, clenching your fists. 

“He’s not staying here.” You finished, Beetlejuice looked away from your stare and the girl sighed. 

“Why?” She asked with a raised brow. Is this what old folks call sass? Because if so you hate it. 

“He-He!” You pointed at the man who flinched, your brain whimpered from seeing this and you retract your hand. 

“He fucked up.” you muttered and your fists went loose, the girl gently grabbed your hand and sat you back down on the couch. You’re eyes were watering again, rubbing your eyes you sniffled. 

“He did.” The girl agreed, Beetlejuice nodded. 

“Royally.” He nodded again, 

“Just a real shit head.” He nodded, 

“Just a complete fuck up, he is” a tear fell from you and you looked up at the girl. 

“But..” You whimpered and the girl stopped, looking at Beetlejuice who looked back at you. His eyes were soft and red, he looked like a wreck, more than usual somehow. 

“But nothing” The girl stated and Beetlejuice’s eyes widened. Tightening your lips you stood, 

“But I miss him..” You whimpered and you were suddenly hugged by Beetlejuice himself. Knocking you down and onto the couch he sobbed into your chest. 

"Please forgive me! I'll do anything, anything!" He begged and you petted his head. Softly smiling down at him you let your tears fall freely. 

"You've done enough." You whispered and looked at the girl. She spoke, 

"My name is Lydia." You told her your name,

"Can I.." you loosen your grip on the man, 

"Can I ask how you two met?" Beetlejuice went stiff, and looked up at you then at Lydia. 

With a sigh, she told you a quick rundown of how the two met, married and how she killed him. 

"That's a lot…" you muttered, she nodded. Looking down at the ghost who stared at you, nervous to know if you've taken back your forgiveness. 

Gulping you looked away from him. Then you sighed, 

"We're both fucked up." You said, he nodded. 

"We've both killed.." you looked at Lydia,

"We've all killed." She chuckled. 

"But.. thats okay?" You questioned, and laughed. 

"Ya..it's okay." Beetlejuice tightened his grip on you. You petted his oily hair, 

"It's okay." 

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Live Wire --The Dirt--(3)

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Two more parts coming today due to chapter two on my computer being extra long. Feedback welcome even if it’s just “asdfghjk”

Summary: Wren Ledden, Tommy’s best friend from high school has had a rough life and she intends to keep the nitty gritty details of her suffrage to herself until the day she dies. Only Tommy has gotten her to open up about a small portion of her troubles, and it’s only Tommy who she trusts with her life. That is until her life gets turned around sneaking into a concert one night...the same night Motley Crue is born.

Read the Previous Chapter HERE

Tommy and Nikki had been meeting up more and more with each passing day. At first Wren found it odd that Nikki was even interested in what two recent high school graduates could offer, but after a week of accompanying Tommy on his trips to Nikki’s apartment, Wren eased up on her skepticism.

“Just sing for us today,” Tommy whined as Wren pulled up to the curb outside Nikki’s place.

“No,” she grumbled as she switched off the Blue Öyster Cult cassette as well as the car’s engine. Wren pushed the heavy door of the car open and then allowed it to slam shut behind her as Tommy sprang from his seat, eager for today’s rehearsal.

“Why not?” he continued to pester as they climbed the stairs up to where Nikki was smoking on the balcony of his apartment building.

“Give up man,” he sighed through an exhale of cigarette smoke. “You’ve been on her ass for how long about singing and she’s yet to even hum two fucking notes.” As he reached the butt of his cigarette, Nikki lowered his eyes to Wren and leaned against the railing with that damned smirk on his face as he said, “I’m starting to believe she can’t sing.” Once again, his attempt of riling up Wren Ledden was fruitlessly met with a shrug of her shoulders and the roll of her eyes.

“I guess no one will ever know,” she sighed and took a step inside the apartment she desperately tried to keep clean. Dirt and grime never bothered her, but after living on the streets for nearly a year, Wren came to appreciate a clean home, so when Tommy and Nikki practiced, she would clean as much as she could. At first it bothered Nikki to have someone going through his home, but he quickly came to appreciate Wren’s habit, especially one night when he got out of the shower to a fluffed towel instead of the rough, unwashed one he’d been using.

“Hey, before Rick shows up, I’ve got something to ask you two,” Nikki said as he looked up and down the street cautiously. Wren got the feeling that Nikki didn’t like the band’s current, yet most likely temporary guitarist, Rick, very much, hell she didn’t care very much for him as a musician; she’d often hear Nikki complaining about Rick’s playing and even tried to give Rick a few pointers before ultimately bugging Nikki and Tommy once again about the guy from the newspaper ad. Even now as he closed the door behind him, Wren could tell Nikki was hesitant to speak in fear of Rick showing up and feeling as though he was included in whatever conversation the three were about to have. “I’ve been cutting it close in rent lately and was thinking about if you two would want to move in. Even if you say ‘no’ I’m going to have to find roommates, so please don’t make me put an ad out for some fuckers I’m probably going to hate.” That was about as nice as Nikki could put his proposition. Was it true? Partially. He did have problems meeting rent, but that was nothing new, and it certainly wasn’t something he was going fix by finding some random people to live with him. Big, blabby mouthed Tommy had let it slip to Nikki one night that Wren was technically homeless after Nikki asked why the pair always traveled with one another. He explained how she had been living with him and his parents for roughly half a year and how they’d been trying to save up to get an apartment together when Nikki extended the same offer he’d just made to Tommy.

Tommy looked over Wren’s shoulder, past the back of her head and muttered a thank you to his newest friend as he placed his hands together in a prayer-like fashion before his eyes fell back to Wren as she turned to face him. Nikki took this opportunity to shrug, as if to tell Tommy it was nothing, but deep down, something inside him was terrified of hearing Wren’s answer.

“What do you say?” Tommy asked with a wide grin on his face. “I mean, we’re here all the time anyway.” Wren turned back to Nikki and noticed Rick’s heavy breathing as he hurried up the steps towards the apartment door.

“Fuck it,” she sighed with probably the first genuine smile Nikki had ever seen cross her face. “I’m already cleaning this sty anyway.” And that was about as nice as Wren could put her acceptance. Of course, she knew Tommy had opened his big mouth about how she had been living with him; Nikki had been casting awful glances of pity her way for about two weeks now, and she was too intuitive to allow this mannerism to go unnoticed. She was, however, thankful that Nikki’s stubborn pride rivaled her own. He would never admit to having any other motive behind inviting her and Tommy to live with him, which meant no heart to heart, softie conversation was necessary—something neither of the pair were particularly good at.

For once, Nikki found himself thankful for Rick’s presence, because just as he thought he saw a hint of a heart-felt smile forming on Wren’s lips, the large, strawberry blonde excuse of a guitar player opened the door with his case in tow behind him. “Quit ogling Tommy’s girlfriend and help me, Nikki,” Rick complained as he embarked on his recurring struggle to connect his guitar to the amp that lived in Nikki’s living room. Wren rolled her eyes at Rick’s comment and Tommy sprang into action—it was always like him and his kind heart to help whatever sorry soul was in need. Nikki too rolled his eyes, but he reluctantly made his way over to Rick, who was trying to turn his guitar while Tommy and Nikki set up the amplifier.

Wren pursed her lips in slight aggravation. Tommy’s generosity coupled with Nikki’s animosity and her own tolerance toward the man was sure to cause a riff in the and if Rick became more long-term than any of the three initially presumed. In an attempt to ignore the arguing that was destined to ensure, Wren began to unpack and piece together her saxophone. It had become a habit of hers to distract herself with her own music, so she frequently practiced various jazz and concert solos she bought from second-hand music stores. Only Tommy had ever heard her play; Wren had a deep-seated fear of judgement and even deeper trust issues that manifested through standoffs whenever someone tried to listen to her play or sing without her permission. The other reason as to why she’d been seeking refuge through her instrument was to keep from subjecting her voice to ridicule.

Nikki and Tommy were amazing musicians, even if Rick slowed them down, and Wren often lost herself in their sound. She’d heard Nikki sing along to his own lyrics so many times she knew them by heart, and she constantly found herself being restrained by her own crippling anxiety. She wanted so much to be able to throw her concerns into the air and jump in to join her friends as a temporary lead vocalist, but she feared being told she wasn’t good enough—one of the many negative side effects that came from her narcissistic vicariously living parents.

As Rick began to practice the same damn progression Nikki had demonstrated three times in the past week, Wren slung her neck strap over her head and allowed her reed to dangle between her lips. With one last glance toward the band before she disappeared from their sight, she noticed an energetic thumbs up from Tommy and a desperately pained look in Nikki’s eyes once the room filled with Rick’s attempt to play metal. In his own plea for relief, Nikki locked eyes with Wren and made a bold couple of strides toward where she stood with her golden instrument hanging just below her chest.

“Do me a favor,” he said as his chin dipped down so he could whisper into her ear, “kill me.”

“Just when you’re starting to really come together as a band?” she asked as what Nikki learned to be Wren’s taunting grin spread across her cheeks.

“Better yet, call that number we found in the diner and have him get his ass over here now.” Wren could feel Nikki’s frustration against her neck in the form of choppy, hot breaths.

“Now, now?” she questioned as Nikki brought his hazel eyes to meet her perpetually stormy grey ones.

“Before I blow my brains out would be great,” he huffed before he staked off to grab his bass, making sure to give Wren the up and down before pulling his eyes away from her. That was something Wren had gotten used to, Nikki’s quick intake of her appearance. It became almost like a joke to her: Nikki would look her over really quick, maybe even wiggle his eyebrows at her, and she would roll her eyes and swat his arm. She’d been through the same thing with Tommy, so she knew that sooner or later Nikki would come to the same conclusion Tommy had: she was one of the guys and nothing more.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Wren said softly in reply before she disappeared into the kitchen and pulled the phone from its receiver. The ad had been hanging on Nikki’s fridge under a Bowie magnet ever since the night she found it, so Wren was able to punch in the number quickly as Nikki and Tommy launched into one of their songs.

“Huh?” A man’s voice grunted over the line.

“I’m looking for a loud, rude, guitar player,” she said under the rumbling of Nikki’s bass and the thumping of Tommy’s drums as they rattled the small apartment’s thin walls. “Know where I can find one?”

“I just might,” the voice responded. “Mick Mars.”

“Wren Ledden,” she responded quickly to use Tommy’s drum solo to hide the rest of her conversation from Rick’s potentially prying ears. “Can you be here in fifteen?”

“Make it ten,” Mick responded before he added a curt ‘goodbye’ and hung up. As Wren hung up the phone, she could hear Nikki grumbling as he wailed the proper progression of chords on Rick’s guitar for the umpteenth time that week. Wren laughed at her best friend’s awestruck face; she thought that after hanging around Nikki for this long Tommy would at least be a little immune to the starstruck gleam he currently wore.

Nikki’s face perked up in curious anticipation when Wren entered the room, and Tommy’s expression quickly mimicked that of their new friend. Nikki had already familiarized himself with the fact that Wren was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans with a Rolling Stones t-shirt tucked into the waistband, yet he still had to fight his instinct to let his eyes trail over her chest and hips. Wren approached him with a few gingerly strides before she raised up onto her toes to whisper in his ear, “Your boy will be here in ten,” and then sink away into the back bedroom of the apartment, leaving only hope and a fraction of an old marching band solo with the boys in the living room.

Wren’s parting notes hung in an air of mystery around Nikki’s ears as Tommy nostalgically began to play his accompanying part from the show on the trap set’s snare drum. Tommy chuckled as his mind traveled back to memories of him and Wren goofing around on their instruments, and Nikki felt a wave of yearning nostalgia wash over him as he imagined being a part of their world.

Nikki’s eyes followed Wren as she walked away, his mind distracted with thoughts of what they could be if it was him who had grown to know every part of her over the past six years, and not Tommy. He’d almost forgotten about everyone else’s presence, but he didn’t care; if simply having Wren around was enough to curb his frustration and temper, everyone else could wait on him to decompress with the imaginary ‘what ifs’ circling his head.

“What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?” Tommy’s gasp sent Nikki’s stomach spinning and he quickly pulled his attention to the people he’d been ignoring. As his eyes flicked over to Tommy, he noticed that he wasn’t the subject of the kid’s outburst. “Yo, Earth to Rick!” Ease fell over Nikki’s muscles, and he felt safe enough to loosen his grip on the fret of his bass. Normally Rick avoided Wren at all costs—both Tommy and Nikki found it hilarious how clammy he poor man became whenever Wren entered the room, but neither knew if it was due to an obviously unrequited sexual tension or a genuine fear of her.

“Nikki looks at your girl all the time, and you don’t say shit to him,” Rick retorted in his own defense.

“She’s not—” Tommy jumped from his seat at the trap set and wandered into the kitchen in search of a beer while Nikki let out a small sigh of relief over the fact that Tommy was more concerned in making sure Rick knew he wasn’t dating Wren than to address the looks Nikki often exchanged with her. However, with Tommy gone, Rick lowered his voice and moved closer to Nikki.

“Do you both hit that?” he asked softly.

“What the fuck, man?” Tommy again gasped in shock at Rick’s words, only this time he retaliated by throwing one of his drumsticks at the pudgy guitarist.

“You and Nikki,” Rick restated as he thought of a way to rephrase his question to appeal to his slightly younger counterparts. “You’re both sticking it in her, right? Like all three of you are a ‘couple’.” The man again paused as he took in the look his band mates were giving him. Tommy’s body was as still as it had ever been as his mind tried to process how Rick had come to that conclusion. Nikki on the other hand had a cross between a look of perversion as well as a smug grimace. “I mean, I’m not judging or anything if that’s what you’re all into, but how do I—?”

“Don’t even finish that question, or we’ll have to kick your ass,” Nikki grunted low enough to keep Wren from hearing him in the other room.

“Better yet,” Tommy interjected with a smirk, “we could let her kick his ass.” He chuckled as his words sent a wave of crimson flowing through Rick’s cheeks.

“He’ll probably get off on it; fucking pervert,” Nikki scoffed as he watched Rick’s moderately confrontational behavior subside into total submission. Nikki’s smirk widened as he noticed the embarrassment coursing through Rick’s body. “Fuck, he’s getting a semi just thinking about it!” Tommy laughed along at Nikki’s insults until Rick rolled his eyes and made yet another attempt at the intro to ‘Live Wire.’ The other two band members stifled their laughter and rushed to hit their opening notes; all the while, Nikki toted his bass across his body in a way to block his own slowly growing erection as his mind went down the dangerous path that was Wren Ledden.

Within seconds of the song’s opening notes, or rather Nikki and Tommy’s opening notes, since Wren could hardly hear Rick over them, she reappeared, curious to see if Rick could nail the proper chords, but also interested in watching the pure look of ecstasy overwhelm her best friend whenever he performed, and the grimace of irritation that always flooded Nikki’s face during Rick’s performance of ‘Live Wire’. Not even fifteen seconds into the song, Nikki had his hand held up in an attempt to silence Tommy and Rick’s instruments.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” he called out, his eyes fixed on Rick. “What the fuck, dude? That’s not what I showed you, man!”

“Yeah, I know but,” Rick took a small pause as if evaluating his tone before he continued, “it’s not like anything I’ve ever played before.”

Nikki’s eyes widened as he looked past Rick to Wren with disbelief radiating from his posture. In an exasperated sigh, both Nikki and Wren muttered, “That’s the point,” in response to the sad excuse Rick had offered, subsequently forcing him to hear their complaint in surround sound. “Let’s just take a break,” Nikki sighed as Wren walked past the band. She pinched the bridge of her nose and quickly exited the apartment with Nikki at her heels and Tommy following him.

“You’re overpowering him,” Wren muttered as she sipped on a fresh, cold bottle of beer.

“I’m hardly playing,” Nikki snapped back, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against the outside wall of the apartment. Wren offered him a sip her drink and he took the bottle eagerly. As he pressed the cool glass to his mouth, the taste of peppermint lingered on his lips from the residue of her Chapstick, and suddenly the anxious ache that manifested in the pit of his stomach when he initially thought Tommy was snapping at him for staring at Wren was back.

“Come on, he’s trying,” Tommy said in an attempt to ease tension.

“It just doesn’t feel right,” Nikki murmured to no one in particular as he handed Wren her drink, careful to not graze her fingers in the process.

“He’s a rhythm guy, anyway. We’ll sound better when we find a lead.” Tommy lit a smoke and they both watched as Wren took three large gulps in an attempt to quickly finish her drink. As she pulled the bottle away from her lips, she watched as a faded orange piece of shit pulled up to the curb in front of Nikki’s apartment.

“Holy shit,” he said with a laugh as Wren shoved the beer bottle into his hands.

“Check this dude out,” Tommy commented as he skipped down the stairs to help the man unload his car with Wren not far behind him.

“Ask and you shall receive,” she teased as she glanced upward at Nikki from where she stood below him on the steps. He couldn’t help the thin smile that overcame his face as he watched her bound down the steps, and he again tried to suppress the feeling that came over him as he watched Wren’s fingers comb through her long brown hair as it fell down her back.

At the bottom of the steps, Tommy grabbed hold of the stranger’s amplifier as Wren helped him ease it out of the trunk. Nikki maintained eye contact with the man who had pulled himself from the driver’s seat, and began to make his way down the steps as well with a slow saunter in his step.

“I got a call from Wren,” the man who had introduced himself on the phone as Mick said as the two youngest people—a tall gangly boy and a plainly dressed girl—immediately heaved his amp from the trunk of his car.

“That’s Wren.” Tommy took one of his hands off the amp to point at the girl across from him, only to receive a grunt of irritation from her followed by swift chastisement.

“Both hands, Tommy,” Wren huffed as she heaved the amp up onto her hip during Tommy’s lackadaisical assistance. “Even though I’m already carrying most of the damn thing.” Her final comment earned a small chuckle from Mick, which was probably the first facial expression he shared besides the foreboding scowl that seemed to permanently rest over his face. Wren brought her eyes to the man again. He was older--not old by any means--than she and Tommy were, and probably even slightly older than Nikki. He had pale skin with frown lines framing his lips, dark, overly teased hair that seemed to match Nikki’s, and wore smudged eyeliner around his pale blue eyes.

“I’m Tommy, the drummer,” the youngest man introduced himself.

“You’re a little scrawny for a drummer,” Mick stated, his voice dry and outwardly indifferent. A laughing smirk rose to the girl’s face as she continued to listen to Mick drag her friend about his size and previous performing acts. Anyone who could shoot the shit with Tommy and get him as riled up as she could was a solid character in her book, so she gave him a kind smile once the trio reached the top of the stairs and Mick tenderly took over the tedious task of carrying the amp indoors and setting it up.

“I’ve got a good feeling about this guy,” Wren said as she heard Nikki’s boots thump against the stairs the closer he grew to her position in front of his apartment.

“I bet you do,” Nikki said in a sultry voice as he bit his lower lip, gently thrust his hips against the air, and then moaned. Wren rolled her eyes shoved her palms against the part of Nikki’s chest that was covered up by his tucked in, black button up shirt.

“Shut the fuck up, Sixx,” Wren laughed as she pulled the bottle from his hands, tipped her head back, and finished off the bottle.

“Is that why you and Tommy aren’t a thing?” he pestered as Wren continued to narrow her eyes at him. “You like ‘em old?” Again, Wren slapped his chest and narrowed her eyes at him.

“-er. Old-er,” she specified.

Boys her own age weren’t interesting and had little to offer in any respect: financial, worldly experience, emotional support, sexual prowess, you name it. Not that her sexual or dating preference mattered in the least considering no one was ever interested in her. She’d spent her life as one of the guys—a bro with boobs, Tommy with tits. Romantic relationships weren’t a strong suit for Wren so she avoided them as much as she could, leading to most of her relationships with guys to become what she has with Tommy, except on a much smaller scale. Tommy was a brother to her, and she could never imagine getting as close with anyone else. He knew her at her ups and downs, he stayed by her side through the good and the bad, and she had done the same for him. Nothing could separate them, and she’d be damned if anyone ever tried to. But Nikki would never understand Tommy’s ability to be so emotionally and physically close to Wren and not feel something for her. Even now, standing outside of what is technically their apartment, Nikki couldn’t fathom how Tommy has woken up to see Wren in his home, fallen asleep knowing she was a two second walk away, and not want to at least know what it’s like to kiss her. Hell, he’d wanted to lean down and figure that out the moment she wised up to him in the men’s room. If he didn’t have a semblance of self-control, he’d do it now; but Tommy was watching them, Mick was waiting, and Rick had been suspicious of him from the second he saw the way Nikki’s eyes landed on Wren whenever she wasn’t looking.

“Older, not old,” she recapped as Nikki generously took the empty bottle away from where Wren’s nervous fingers were spinning it.

“I’m older, y’know,” Nikki said as he puffed out his chest, arranging himself into the same upright posture he’d stood over her in during their meeting in the bathroom. Wren took notice of Nikki’s changed demeanor and pretended to give Mick the same up and down examination she knew Nikki gave her.

“Mick’s not old though,” she said as an addendum to her previous comment. The arrogant smile over Nikki’s face fell and a small laugh escaped his lips--the first true laugh Wren had heard from the man since meeting him. She couldn’t help but smile upon realizing she was the reason such a kind and gentle noise came from such a dark and brooding man.

With a cocky smirk, Nikki turned around and slung his arm over Wren’s shoulders and took a step toward the open apartment door. It took a week for Wren to grow accustom to Nikki’s protective gestures, and another week afterwards when she discovered he only acted this way whenever he felt threatened in some way. Tommy only acted protective over Wren when he felt she’d gotten herself into a dangerous situation, or if some creep was trying to cop a feel. Nikki was different. Whenever someone passed him a sideways glare, commented on his outward appearance or attitude, or did something that would make Wren feel like shit had she been on the receiving end, Nikki would slip an arm around her or look into her eyes for a moment longer than he normally would.

She was certain Nikki didn’t know she knew about this, and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure he knew why he felt drawn to her in these moments of vulnerability. When she first figured out what he was doing, she felt strange; it was awkward for her to even consider she was a lightning rod for someone. How could she, of all people, be the person another human being felt safe enough around and had enough trust in to ground them in moments of stress? Regardless of her disbelief, in this moment, as they entered the apartment together, his arm draped across her shoulders, both laughing at some hidden joke between the pair, a gnawing thought entered her mind:

 He’s insecure. He’s holding you because he’s insecure. He’s insecure because of the conversation…because of the joke about Mick.

As they crossed into the threshold of the apartment, Wren slipped from Nikki’s embrace and leaned her shoulder against the door frame. Through the light raucous inside, she could hear Nikki ask Mick if he’s looked over the music yet and if he was ready to start. The man hardly skimmed the page before he plugged in his guitar and let out a low and gravely command, “Let’s just fucking play.”

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[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan Drabble ~ The Keys

Summary: The reader is placed in front of a hard decision as she gets her hands by pure chance on the keys to Negan’s cell.

This is one of the drabbles for the time jump between season 8 and 9! It’s linked to my series, so If you like you can find it right here, but you can also easily read it independently from it.

The metal door crashed with a dull thud into its lock, echoing through the cell and the outer room you found yourself standing in next to Negan’s guard.

Negan sat, as always, on the other side of the metal bars on his bed when you were let out of the cell, his eyes still wandering over you, revealing how much he was already waiting for the evening when you’d come back.

His guard began to fumble on his waistband, trying to slip the keys back to the other bunch on the ring attached to his leather belt as his walkie began to suddenly beep, the shrill tone bouncing off the cold walls and letting it echo through the rooms while an annoyed huff left his lips.

“Yeah?”, Roger grumbled, picking the walkie hastily up while his feet were shuffling restless over the cement ground, listening to the stressed voice of the man on the other side of the line.

“Gotta go, you find yourself out”, he finally said as he pushed the walkie back and glanced for a short moment at you, giving you a small nod before he began to rush up.

His heavy footsteps echoed over the ground and up the staircase, that strong that it felt like the floor beneath you would vibrate softly in response before the door upstairs crashed back into its frame.

As soon as the sound hushed you glanced back through the bars, catching Negan grinning softly at you as he ran his palm over his thicker growing salt and pepper beard.

“See you tonight”, you mumbled, giving him a small smile as you saw him lifting himself back up from the bed and beginning to stroll closer to the door until only the metal bars parted you.

“Yeah, see you, tonight, Baby. Now get up or I can’t guarantee for fucking anything. Might rip those fuckers here apart and get you back inside”, he playfully chuckled, teasingly raising his brows as you gave him a small laugh back, even though you could see something flickering beneath the playfulness in his eyes.

The distress of the loneliness the countable hours of the day would bring, the pain of being locked up and only seeing the same four walls each and every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

For a moment he reached through the bars, his large hand squeezing yours reassuringly before you gave him another small smile as soon as his warmth left yours again.

“Till later”, you mumbled, seeing how he gave you a small nod as you knew you had to go now if you didn't want to make it all harder for each of you.

With a small sigh you finally made your way up the stairs, hearing quietly in the background how Negan made his way over to the bed as suddenly something sticking out from the dull cement stairs caught your eye.

It was small and glimpsed in the faint light and at first you didn’t recognize it, until the moment you leaned down, squinting your eyes slightly with puckered brows and caught what as laying right by your feet.

Keys.

Two small silver keys, that laid there by your soles.

Two small silver keys Roger had tried to fumble apparently unsuccessfully onto his key ring earlier.

Two small silver keys that belonged to Negan’s cell.

Your breath seemed to stop for a moment, your heart seemed to skip a beat as you stared at the metallic figures on the ground and felt how your lips began to part in bewilderment.

Your finger began to grasp them almost unconsciously, as if you were stuck in a trance until the cold metal touched your fingertips and got eventually wrapped up in your palm.

Your mind seemed empty and filled up with thousands of thoughts at the same time, leaving you split and torn as a shivering breath left your lips and your eyes darted back down the stairs.

What were you supposed to do now?

You couldn’t lie, this scenario had spooked here and there already through your head but now that it turned into reality, you felt completely muddled.

There were those two sides again, the two sides you had already been stuck between in the war.

Negan on the one side.

Your old friends on the other.

Your mind was spilling over with thoughts and emotions, with the feeling of not being able to betray the people outside that began to finally accept you again but even more, with the urge to finally see Negan free again, to finally see him completely blithe again.

And for a moment this seemed more important than anything else. 

But still, you couldn’t form a single straight thought as your foot met the cement step down to the cell again, your lips shivering as you got down, step by step until you saw the metal bars again.

“Negan”, only left your lips breathily, your hand still clasping the keys as you saw him looking irritated at you, surprised about your sudden return.

Puckering his brows he ran a hand over his thick beard stubble as he lifted himself off the bed, tapping over the floor as his deep voice echoed through the room.

“Somethin’ wrong?”, he mumbled worriedly, his eyes wandering over you, trying to read the answer off your face as you gulped heavily and glanced up at him.

“Roger he-”, you mumbled, too startled to bring your sentence to an end before you slowly opened your hand, “He lost the keys.”

Negan’s eyes widened as he came closer, squinting them as if the keys in your hand were a mirage that could vanish into thin air in the matter of seconds.

His glance wandered up, catching the look in your eyes that wandered repeatedly to the lock of his door and seemed to reveal just enough for his face to fall into a flat frown and his brows to pucker harder.

“No. (Y/N), no. You won’t fucking do that”, he nearly growled, letting your glance snap up to him as confusion and pain spread over your face.

“Negan, I-”, you began, gulping harshly as a shivering breath fell from your lips, “I see you suffering in there, I-”

“Doesn’t matter”, he cut you off, his voice intentionally sharp as if he wanted to cut those thoughts out of your head, “You won’t fucking do that.”

“Why?”, your voice was shivering, a little weaker than you intended to as he already shook his head and stepped even closer to the metal bars.

“’Cause I won’t let you put yourself at that much fucking risk for me, not gonna happen”, he scoffed, his eyes darting at yours, trying to keep them locked with his, “You’re just about to be on a better fucking path with them and that shit took you way more time and fucking work than you deserve. I won’t let you ruin that because of my ass.”

You glimpsed at him before your head sunk a little as a thick gulp wandered down your throat while your eyes captured the keys in your hand once more.

“But what kinda girlfriend am I if I never try to get you out of there?”

“The kinda awesome one that comes every fucking night here to stay by my damn side....and the one who’s not thinking clear right now”, with that your eyes wandered back up to him, puzzled by his response as he sighed and ran his palm over the silver struck thick beard.

“First, this is not your responsibility, not in any damn way. You’ve done more for me than I could ever fucking ask for...second, if this would happen”, he gestured at the keys with a swift motion, “What do you think would follow, huh? A damn flight, with a damn hunt that’d be opened on us? No fucking sir, I won’t put you in that kinda position. I won’t let you...and third...as I said and no fucking matter how much I wanna screw some of those fuckers outside over...You’re finally on your way to get what you had before my ass came along, I won’t be the one to ruin that.”

“Alright?”, he added, pushing the thoughts that had been running through your head already further to the surface, revealing the real problem.

You couldn’t have both, Negan released and the people outside respecting and trusting you again, at least yet.

“Listen, I’ll get out of this shit thing here some day. Earlier or later, they’re gonna fucking need me or some other shit’s gonna happen, but this here, this won’t be the way to go”, he said, still seeing the inner turmoil painted all over your face, “And I fucking know that this wouldn’t be the damn way you want it to happen too.”

You glanced up at him, sighing quietly and trying to let the tension leave your body while the keys seemed to burn into your palm, begging to be recognized.

But he was right, with each of his arguments, no matter how much you wanted to see him outside this cell, this wasn’t how you wanted it to happen.

You wanted peace with the people outside when it happened, not all of them, few had gone too far but at least with the ones who had begun to let you in again.

“So lemme tell you what’s gonna happen now. You’ll swing your sweet ass up there, give Roger the prick those damn keys back and get yourself the damn respect of them you fucking deserve”, he finally said, his hazel eyes capturing yours, keeping them locked to make sure you understood each and every word of his.

“I’ll be fine”, he said, as he reached through the bars and grasped your free hand, squeezing it lightly before he let out a small loosening chuckle ,”Baby, I’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

“Okay”, you finally mumbled, deeply exhaling as you stared at the keys one last time as his hand left yours and your eyes met his once more, reassuring you that you were doing the right thing.

And you were keeping this glance in his eyes in mind as you eventually made your way up the cement stairs, through the unfinished house, grasping those keys in your hand tightly as you were feeling the tension that was radiating from them seeping into each of your cells until you finally found the man watching over the cell.

(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)

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