#do I have any other answers??? no I’m drunk ❤️

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Jatherid quarantine AU: Davey and Kath are roommates. Covid hits. Kath invites her new boyfriend, Jack, to stay with them—general Feelings both Pleasant and Unpleasant Arise

[jobean12-blog]

Had to be You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (enemies to lovers ish)

Word Count: 2,270

Summary: You and Bucky have been going at each other for months. He's grumpy and defensive. You're sassy and frustrated. Steve's had enough. So when Steve steps in to do something will it work? Or will it makes things worse?

Author's Note: At this point all I want is for Bucky to kiss me senseless for the rest of my life (and do everything else) but really. Kisses. Yes please. Anyway. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: some light mead comsumption, angsty ex talk, tension but softness, happy ending

“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! You get back here right now and open this door before I kick your ass!”

Steve’s chuckle only makes you angrier. “I’ll open it when you two make nice.”

“STEVE!” you screech.

His retreating footsteps have you banging your forehead into the thick metal of the door, muttering curses under your breath.

“Please tell me Stark has some hidden exit in here somewhere?” you sigh.

“I’m going to kill Steve.”

When Bucky’s speaks his first words since you got locked in the gym together you spin to face him, eyes hard.

“Get in line Barnes!”

“Hey, look at that kids, you’re agreeing already!” Steve’s voice rings out from down the hall.

With that last remark everything goes silent other than your frustrated huffs.

“Is this actually happening?” you whine. “Can’t you just break the door down?”

Bucky’s blue eyes stare blankly and you grow more agitated.

“Why the hell did he do this?”

You glare back in his direction, hands on your hips. “Because of your sunshine and rainbows attitude toward me!”

You spit out the words, letting them drip with sarcasm.

“MY attitude?” Bucky grits out as he sticks a finger in his chest. “Doll face. I’ve been nothing but a perfect gentleman to you.” That same finger spins to point at you now.

You face him fully and take a step closer.

“Grunts do not equal a greeting and barely answering questions and barely making conversation definitely does not show your gentlemanly side!”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort but you continue on. “And what about avoiding me all together!? What the fuck is that about?”

He runs his large hand through his hair and squeezes the back of his neck, setting his lips in a hard line.

“Fuck. Please tell me there’s still some of Thor’s mead in here,” he mutters.

“Why the hell would he leave alcohol in the gym?” you ask, your brows nearly hitting your hairline.

With a shrug Bucky starts moving about and searching under things. “He likes to ‘get drunk’” and he makes air quotes as he says it, “and then show us how he can still lift heavier weights.”

You can’t help the laughter that boils up and over but you quickly cover your mouth when Bucky gives you an unamused look.

“Here it is!” he chimes, seeming far too relieved.

You move toward him as you watch him take a swig from the bottle, the muscles in his neck shifting with every swallow.

“Save some for me,” you say quietly and hold out your hand.

He smirks.

“Careful doll. Too much of this and I’ll have to carry you out of here.”

As more of the mead circulates through your body you start to relax marginally, thoughts of killing Steve slowly fading.

Bucky has been sure to keep your consumption under control and other than feeling less murderous and calmer you’re lucid.

“So,” you muse. “It doesn’t look like Steve is coming back any time soon. And we’ve been quiet. No yelling or fighting.”

Bucky simply grunts in agreement.

“SEE!” you nearly shout. “That’s exactly what I mean. I say something and your answer is a grunt…WHAT. THE. FUCK!”

While waiting for his explanation you notice a slight pink flush to his cheeks and you find it hard not to throw him a triumphant smile.

Deciding to let him off the hook for now, you ask, “how long have you known your best friend is insane?”

To your surprise, Bucky laughs. A real laugh that has his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up.

You try not to stare too long but you find it difficult to look away.

“Are you drunk Barnes?”

His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth twitches with a boyish smile.

“You’re full of questions tonight doll. And for the record it takes a lot more than this to get me drunk,” he admits as his smile widens.

He shifts in his spot on the floor, his long legs now stretched out in front of him and you can’t help but focus on his thighs and the way his jeans pull tightly over the thick muscle.

“Who knew all we needed was a little alcohol to not fight.”

You chuckle and hold your hand out for the more.

He shakes his head no and places the bottle down on the floor before leaning forward.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Ever.”

At his admission, your expression hardens.

“Then why are you so….so… unfriendly?” you ask.

“Why are you always so sassy?” he shoots back. “Seems to me like you’re the one always looking for a fight.”

His answer makes you sigh.

“I don’t see you doing that to Barton or Steve…hell anyone else!” he adds.

He waits patiently, his eyes trained on you and his body straining forward.

With more nonchalance than you feel, you confess, “you’re kind of my type. And my dating track record sucks. So…you know…”

You motion to him. All of him. His long legs, broad shoulders, hard chest, sculpted arms and his perfectly handsome face.

Stunned, Bucky stares for a second too long and too fiercely.

Heat starts to tickle your skin as you feel your body react to his focused attention.

“Are you…” he starts, before clearing his throat. “Are you telling me that you’re attracted to me and that’s why you hate me?”

The tension is thick, stretching between you for many long seconds before you wrench your eyes away and look down at your hands.

“I don’t hate you.”

Your words are quiet and the next sentence that passes your lips is even softer. “I just have a hard time trusting men.”

When he doesn’t say anything you look up at him and see the hurt etched across his features.

“Are you sure it’s not just me you don’t trust?”

At his question, the realization of what he’s implying hits you and you immediately slide closer to him and reach your hands toward him.

“No Bucky. That’s not it at all. In fact I trust you with my life…just not necessarily my heart.”

When he continues to study you, his features softening, but doesn’t speak, you add. “It’s not your fault. Really.”

“I want to know why.”

“Why what?” you ask.

“Why you don’t trust men.”

His jaw is tight and his fists are clenched in his lap.

He’s clearly distraught over the fact that you’ve been hurt and you’re sure he’s thinking the worst. It melts you more and you want to reach out and trace the hard line of his jaw to reassure him.

“It’s not anything that bad. I’ve just been hurt. A lot. And not just in romantic relationships. Friendships too.”

He scowls. “In what ways?”

You shrug like it’s nothing.

“What is there to say? The first real relationship I was in ended when he found something better. He told me when we broke up, ‘why would I say with you when I can do better’.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky fumes as he opens and closes his metal fist, the whirring metal sounds momentarily distracting you.

“Yeah. But that wasn’t the last. My boyfriend after that I found out was sleeping with my friend. Or I thought she was my friend.”

“Fucking hell. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

He stands slowly, visibly agitated.

“And we haven’t even gotten to my last boyfriend yet. Better sit back down.”

“I’m too fucking pissed off to sit,” he growls.

“Honestly, it’s more my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have dated him. He was just like the rest and when my friend sent me a video of the two of them fucking I was hardly surprised.”

You couldn’t look at Bucky anymore and you dropped your eyes.

“Guess I’m just not good enough to stick around for.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Doll.”

He sat down in front of you, forcing your attention back to him.

“Please don’t tell me you really believe that.”

You give him an exasperated look. “After being dumped three times you kind of start to believe it.”

Suddenly, he kicks at one of the weight machines, making the metal creak and bend then he falls to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

The smell of him surrounds you and you have no where to look but into his eyes.

“These men,” and he spits out the last word. “Fuck that, they aren’t men. These pieces of shit have no idea what a gift you are and they don’t deserve you. They deserve a fucking beating.”

“Bucky.”

You squeeze his hands. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he counters. “Tell you the truth? Tell you that you’re gorgeous, sexy, smart, and kind.”

His eyes drop to your mouth and he licks his lips.

“Hardly kind,” you scoff. “Look how poorly I treated you.”

He reluctantly drags his eyes from your mouth and determination hardens his gaze.

“Nah doll face. I get it now. And honestly, a lot of that is on me. I couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as you wanted anything to do with me. I put up my defensives the only way I know how.”

You whisper his name hoarsely and run your thumb along his jawline.

His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and he exhales.

Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop the way your body moved closer to his and when he slides his hand up your arm and around the back of your neck your lips part in a gasp.

Just as you feel his warm breath tickle your skin the lock on the door turns and Steve calls your names.

You quickly pull away with wide eyes, shooting one last look at Bucky before you lift your eyes to Steve.

He stares between the two of you and then at the half empty bottle of mead.

“What…?”

“Nothing,” you and Bucky say at the same time.

Bucky jumps to his feet and holds his hand out for you.

You take it and let him pull you up and into his body. Your chest brushes his with your every breath and you’re right back where you were just seconds ago…under his spell.

It only takes a moment for your past hurt to flood back and wash away the desire you’re feeling and in the next breath you’re mumbling goodbyes and rushing off.

When Bucky finally finds you the next day the apology you’ve been wanting to give him spills out.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

He takes a step closer to you, crowding you against the door of your room.

“I really appreciate that doll, but I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Thank you.”

It’s all you can manage to say with him so close to you.

You can feel your pulse jump and when you hear the moving metal plates in his arm you look down at his hands to see them clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” you ask.

“I’m having a really hard time not touching you,” he explains in a pained whisper.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

He closes the space between you and your back hits the door. He slowly lifts his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb and then slowly sliding his fingers down to stroke your neck.

The gentle dominance in his touch sets you on fire and you lean into him.

“I’m scared of getting hurt Bucky.”

The words tumble out and you start to drop your gaze but he stops you with the press of his fingers under your chin.

His eyes harden and he doesn’t speak.

You whisper his name, your voice shaky.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just talking myself out of hunting every one of your exes down and skinning them alive.”

His voice grows with anger and you press a soft hand to his hard chest.

“They aren’t worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

Taken aback by the intensity of his words you stare into his eyes, their blue color filled with longing and fierceness.

“Fuck doll. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you? I can hardly catch my breath.”

Your hand shoots to your mouth and you quietly inhale, nibbling your bottom lip to stop the smile that wants to break out across your face.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks.

You drop your hand from your lips and reach for him. “No.”

He tilts his head and inches closer, his mouth lightly brushing yours.

Your fists clench the front of his Henley and your eyes close at the light press of his lips. You stay like that, trying to remember to breathe.

He pulls away only enough to stare at your mouth and then traces his thumb across your upper lip.

“What is it?” you ask with a worried tone.

His thumb falls to your lower lip and he gives it the same attention, savoring the softness.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

He drops his hand from your lips and as his fingers fall they trace the outline of your neck before his hand wraps around the back of it and he brings you impossibly closer.

“I’m worried that once I start…” he breathes against your lips. “I won’t be able to stop.”

When he presses his lips to yours he groans low in the back of his throat, his hands desperate to get you closer.

The way you taste, the feel of your lips, your gasps and moans…he can’t stop.

He can’t stop.

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @kmc1989 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @littleseasiren @lizette50

[tpwk-formula1]

Hii, first I just have to say how much I adore your request-format! It makes the whole process so fun, and I can’t wait to read more of your writing😚❤️❤️❤️

For the order, I’m really craving a gluten-free pizza, served by Franco, with some red sauce. But I’d like it kind of both ways, so red sauce from him and red sauce from reader, if you know what I mean. Like they’re fighting for dominance, switch x switch ❤️ and are kinda mean to each other. But for vibe, I’d love sort of a teasing, intense tone, where Franco’s just really teasing, charming and cocky. So rough but not too onesided, you know!❤️

Then for toppings I’d love pepperoni, tomatoes, gorgonzola and gouda, but again sort of evenly between them. I’d love for them both to be kinda mean. ❤️

To drink I’m really craving a diet coke, diet pepsi, red bull, white claw and an Old Fashion to finish it off. (Both crying)

Also dessert would be amazing, thank you!!❤️❤️❤️

For an extra add-on, if that’s okay (otherwise just ignore this part❤️), I’d love it if he spoke some spanish to reader, not really dirty talk but some hot pet names and teasing sentences that reader doesn’t understand. Translate is fine, so don’t worry abt it having to be perfect, but if you’re not comfortable just ignore this!❤️

Thank you, I’m really looking forward to reading your fics!!❤️❤️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten-free rivals red sauce rough sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" gorgonzola "Are you always this fucking loud?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” diet coke recording kink diet pepsi biting redbull hickeys white claw crying old fashion drunk sex dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto

Franco x rival! reader

TW - switch x switch, edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, rough, begging, unprotected sex, creampies, GOOGLE TRANSLATED SPANISH - MDNI 18+

WC - TBD

Y/N POV

"Do you guys ever get along?" I hear one of the drivers on the grid ask making Ollie groan and answer before Franco or I can answer.

"They were finding a way to fight each other even when she was promoted to F1," Ollie says making me laugh slightly.

"He just knows how to get under my skin," I saw while shrugging my shoulders not seeing how this was any of their business.

"You mean to tell me when she would be gone and we couldn't find her she was terrorizing him?" George asks. I just smile and nod my head proudly.

When I joined Mercedes at the beginning of the season and became teammates with George I still would pop my head into the F2 paddock to say hi to some of my old teammates while also finding ways to piss the Argentinian off. But when he joined mid season replacing Logan we where finally racing together again which meant messing with one another became so much easier.

As the night out progressed and the drinks kept coming Franco and I found ourselves shoved in a dark corner together.

"God you smell like tequila," I state when he gets close trying to pull me in for a kiss. I just push at his chest pulling a fake disgusted look which only had him roughly grabbing my jaw and placing a kiss on my lips.

"Been thinking about that all night," Franco admits making me pull a disgusted look at him.

"That's prety fucking domestic," I state while pulling him in closer by shirt before I release my grip on his shirt and move my hand to his neck where I gave it a good squeeze while I plant my lips back on his.

"You're a fucking whore," I whisper against his lips when he whimpers at my tight grip.

"Vas a ser la puta en un momento," Franco whispers back against my lips making me pull back slightly giving him a raised brow. He knew I didn't understand much Spanish which made moments like this that much more intense.

"Let's get out of here," Franco says while turning away and walking towards the exit which had me following a few minutes after not trying to look like I was going home with him. I knew damn well the second they realized the 2 of us missing they would put 2 and 2 together rather quickly and Ollie was never shy to expose what we really did when we where alone.

When I finally pull up to Franco's hotel I waste no time in getting up to his room and knocking on the door.

When he opens the door he instantly pulls me into his room and closes the door before he roughly shoves me against it pulling out a loud whimper.

I feel Franco move his hand to my neck choking me in the same manner I had done to him when we where in the club. I whimper when I feel his grip tighten on my neck but quick compose myself and push against his hand so I can move away from the wall where I quick use my strength to push him against the wall and pull him back for a kiss.

Franco still had his hand around my neck but due to his shock of the position change made his grip loosen slightly. But it take Franco little to no time to gather himself and move his hand from my throat to my hair where he pulls me near the bed and push me on the ground so I was on my knees with my back resting against the foot of the bed to trap me in the position.

Franco wastes no time in pulling his pants and briefs off and pushing my head near his hard length. I open my mouth and let Franco start face cum me.

"joder siempre tómalo tan bien," Franco grunts out as he pushes my head against the mattress and uses it to his advantage. With my head not being able to move anymore he pushed his length all the way down my throat making me gag and almost instantly start tearing up.

"Fuck, you're a pathetic slut," Franco grunts when he sees the tears start rolling down my cheek. When he starts fucking into my face and hitting my gag reflex each time he pushes in I start fighting back slightly. I'm pushing at his thighs trying to slow down a bit which only has him going harder.

"Jodida tómalo," Franco grunts out while still fucking my mouth.

Franco pushes my head all the way down his cock making sure I take the fuck length leaving me to gag and tear up around his cock fighting to gain some air. When he finally released my head I pull off his cock and start coughing and gasping for air trying to gather myself before I stand up and push Franco on the bed. I quickly strip out of all my clothes while Franco pulls his shirt off and climb into bed to join him.

When I get into the bed I start teasing Franco's cock with my tongue making him hiss at the stimulation to his sensitive cock. I knew after face fucking me he wouldn't last long but I didn't care, I wasn't planning to let him cum, just wanted him begging under me.

"Fuck, hermosa," Franco hisses when I start pulling his cock into my mouth while still teasing his sensitive tip with my tongue.

While still swirling my tongue around the tip of Franco's cock I move a free hand down to his balls and start squeezing them making Frnaco moan rather loudly.

"Fuck, m'not gonna last long," Franco whines out making me speed up my actions on his balls and start bobbing my head bringing him close to the edge. I could tell Franco was about to fall over the edge which had me instantly moving away from his cock to watch him start bucking his hip and whining at the loss of contact.

"Fuck, no please! I was so close, I fucking need it! Please Hermosa hazme venir," Franco whines.

"Are you always this fucking loud? Begging to cum already? Pathetic little thing," I tell him while slowly stroking his length. I loved watching the way Franco gets exceptionally more desperate and needy when he was this close to cumming.

As I was leaning down to continue my teasing Franco roughly grips into my hair and pulling me up so he can plant a kiss on my lips before flipping us over so he was now the one on top.

I feel Franco instantly push his full length into my tight pussy giving me no time to adjust before he was roughly fucking into my pussy making me cry out in a loud moan.

"Now, who's the loud one?" Franco questions back with a smirk while he continues to fuck into my pussy making me loudly moan at the pleasure coursing through me.

"Faster please," I beg which has Franco instantly fucking into my pussy at a faster pace.

"Fuck, the way you clench around me is gonna make me cum," Franco grunts out making me clench around him around.

"More, please," I beg again needing more feeling my orgasm starting to build up.

Franco speeds up into a brutal pace becoming too much almost instantly.

"Fuck Franco," I cry while cumming all over his cock. Franco continues to fuck me through my orgasm at the brutal pace making me start crying in overstimulation while begging him to slow down.

"Franco can't take it. Slow down please!"

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl,” Franco teases back only going at a faster pace.

I knew I was a crying mess under him again but I didn't care when I felt my orgasm starting to build deep within my pussy once again.

"Fuck, gonna cum for me again?" Franco states when he can feel my pussy throbbing around his cock in anticipation for another orgasm.

"Fuck, Franco," I cry out as I start cumming all over his cock once again. Franco helps me ride my orgasm out finally slowing his pace down to let me catch my breath. Once I've settled down I flip Franco and I over once again climbing off his dick and getting back on my knees so I can pull him into my mouth again.

"I taste amazing on your cock," I say once I've collected some of my slick. I lean up and spit directly into Franco's mouth knowing he would only be able to taste my spit, but not caring because I loved seeing him swallow like a whore.

"Fuck, Hermose, please," Franco begs which has me leaning back down to his cock to pull him deep into my throat and bobbing my head.

"Fuck," Franco manages out while bucking his hips right on the edge of cumming.

I pull back at the last second while squeezing his cock knowing it'll help him from cumming before I was ready to let him.

"Please," Franco cries out making me smirk at him at how desperate he is.

"Shut up," I tell him before pulling him back into my mouth and repeating the same process while he was under me crying and begging for his release.

"I said shut up! Do you enjoy pissing me off?" I snap at him while sending down a harsh slap on his inner thigh making him whimper at the sudden and sharp pain.

"Please! I'll be good! I'm so close, please!" Franco begs while tears start rolling down his face.

"Look like a proper whore! Crying for me like you weren't just doing the same thing to me," I tease before taking Franco back into my mouth and edging him once again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Franco groans out once again making me pull away from his cock entirely to watch as it bounces against his lower tummy in search of stimulation so it could finally be put out of it's misery.

"Mierda, Please lo necesito tan malo," Franco says so lost in his pleasure he's asking in Spanish. I let Franco start to come down from the edge while I lean down and start kissing his inner thighs before I start taking small little bites of out his sink before I finally sink my teeth in and leave a little hickey on his inner thight while i repeat the process a few times letting his once bare thighs be scattered with hickeys made by me.

"Given, I don't know Spanish I'm gonna take it you want me to do it again!" I say with a smirk only resulting in Franco crying out again while thrashing his body around a bit.

"Quite it!" I say while sending down a hard slap on his inner thigh knowing it'll get him to stop squirming around under me.

I lean back down and pull Franco into my mouth again and start bobbing my head which has Franco instantly gripping at my hair trying to keep me down on his cock, but it didn't work because the second he was about to cum I use all my strength to pull my mouth away.

"No, no, no, no, I can't do it anymore," Franco cries out making me smirk before climbing into his lap and sinking down on his cock making him cum almost instantly.

"Mierda, sentirse tan bien envuelta alrededor de mi polla," Franco chants in Spanish while I ride him through his orgasm.

"Fuck, I need you still Franco please," I beg while riding his cock which had him flipping us back over so he was over me again while he starts pounding into ym pussy as if he hadn't just cum.

"FUck, Franco, not gonna last long," I cry out making him speed up.

"Fucking hold it and be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," Franco grunts back making me whimper.

"PLease, Franco can't hold it back," I whine out making Franco roll his eyes and pull his cock out right before I was about to cum.

"Franco! What the fuck," I try to shout but it comes out more like a whine making Franco smirk at me.

"I'm just giving you the same treatment," Franco replies back before plunging his cock deep into my pussy and fucking me.

“Please!” I beg once again which has Franco speeding up his actions while bringing his head down and biting my neck making me whimper while throwing me over the edge and into another orgasm.

When I finally come down from my high Franco slows his hips down and unleashes another load deep into my pussy to join the first load he gave me.

“Fuck,” Franco groans while pulling out of me slowly and climbing out of bed to clean me up.

“Im not moving from this bed for atleast 12 hours,” I joke while curling into Franco’s side and relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Sounds like 12 hours of free range to fuck you,” Franco jokes back which has me whining and clenching my thighs at the thought.

“You like that idea I see,” Franco further teases with a laugh making me burry my face in his chest and start kissing his skin before making my way to his mouth and pull him in for a kiss.

“Think your teammate would believe it if I said you’re actually pretty sweet to me sometimes,” Franco says making me laugh softly and shake my head.

“No George is convinced Im heartless,” I reply back making both of us giggle softly.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Height?” The officer taps the nib on his notepad. 

“Ugh, tall. Er,” you keep your hand on your head. It still throbs. “Um, six foot something? He had to be bigger.” 

“Right,” he squints. “Blond, blue eyes, and a scar. Dressed in all black...” he reads it over. “And he didn’t say anything?” 

“No, sir, I told you. Did you check with security? There's cameras--” 

“Nothing there. Checked all the footage. Some glitch. Guy’s not sure. Not his problem, I guess. Paid minimum wage to sit in a room,” he scoffs. “We can file the report but we can’t do much else. No footage, no proof--” 

“No proof? Look at my head. He ripped my hair out!” You whine. 

“Yeah, well, I’ve seen worse. Should count yourself lucky he left you alive,” he says. 

You shake your head and drop your arm, “uh... thanks, I guess.” 

“Look,” he exhales. “I really don’t have much to go on but this guy sniffs around again, call. File another report.” 

“Right,” you agree glumly. “Thank you, officer.” 

He shrugs, “have a good night. You want me to stick around while you lock up.” 

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t want to waste any more of your time.” 

You sniff and turn around. You’re not surprised by his indifference or his answers. You have friends who had men pounding on their doors and the same reaction. You saw police arresting drunk girls instead of the guys who cornered them in the bathroom. There isn’t much anyone can do, it seems. Especially not you. 

You go through the closing list. You know it by rote but that night, you’re uncertain. You check the clipboard that hangs behind the counter. You’re fractured. The whole world feels like it’s strewn before you. Nothing fits together. You feel like you’re disconnected from your own body. 

God, your head hurts. 

You stop and open up the front camera on your phone. You look at the bald patch again. Near the back. You can’t really see it head on but it’s there. Or not. He just... did that? He took a part of you. 

You close your phone and put it in your pocket. You pull on your jacket and hike your bag onto your shoulders. As you do, the Pom Pom falls onto the floor. You tossed it on top but didn’t hook it on. You pick it up, quivering. That man... did he find it or take it? 

You squeeze it and grab the keys from the hook. You pull the gate across the store front and lock it. You turn to face the empty mall. 

The idea of going out into the dark and waiting for the bus is the same as scaling a mountain with your bare hands. You make yourself move. The longer you wait, the more likely you’ll miss it.  

Your steps echo around you. You flinch and glance over your shoulders, back and forth, even spinning to make sure you’re alone. 

How are you supposed to do this? After what he did to you. Did he just see you on the bus and decide to mess with you? How did he track you to the store? You had your jacket on, he couldn’t see your name tag or uniform. You didn’t have your badge out. 

You can’t figure any of it out. Would it matter if you could. 

You slow down as you approach the doors. You look out and see the bright signs for the businesses housed in the mall and the other plazas close by, headlights shining along the street. You push through the first door and stand in the vestibule. 

You still have the fluffy pom pom in your hand. You unhook your bag from one shoulder and hook it on. You trade the store keys for your house keys and poke one out between your fingers. You’re on your own. 

You walk out into the night. You don’t stop. You almost jog across the lot out to the bus stop by the road. You duck into the shelter, the lights keeping you safe in their glow. Or so you hope. 

The bus pulls up only a few minutes after. Your relief flows out of your chest as you scan your pass. You find a seat at the back and sit. You want to see everyone else. 

The tires grind the gravel and veer back onto the road. They slow again at the next stop around the corner. You watch the passenger turn and you know him in an instant. He stalks down the center of the bus and climbs the steps up to the back level. He does just as he did that morning. 

He sits beside you. You can’t move or speak. You can’t believe it. 

He must know that no one else cares. He’s counting on it. You’re breathless as you shake, your ribs wracked as adrenaline burns through you. 

“Why?” You quaver weakly. He doesn’t answer. You lean away from him and touch your head, grazing your tender scalp. “Please, why me?”  

Still nothing. 

“Why are you doing this?” You whimper. 

He closes his eyes and lifts his chin. His hand moves from his leg onto yours and he squeezes. You tremble as his fingertips dig into your flesh. 

“Please, stop!” You cry out and slap his hand. 

No reaction. What is wrong with him? You wriggle and look at your other hand; the key poking out from your fist. You bring it down towards his hand but he’s fast. He retracts his touch and the key sinks into your thigh muscle. You screech, and he reaches across to tug the cord. 

“What’s going on back there?” The driver hollers back as he stops. 

The man stands and marches away. He doesn’t answer the driver or look back. He steps off the bus and you watch him through the window. He almost fades into the dark as he delves into the shadows of the buildings.  

“Knock it off,” the driver warns as he puts his foot on the pedal. 

You puff between your teeth and look around at the other passengers; deafened by headphones and ear buds, engrossed in their screens and pages. There’s at least ten other riders yet you’re all alone. 

You look down. You quaking as you let go of the key and it sticks out of your leg. You cringe and grasp it as tight as you can. You hold your breath as you rip it out. Argh.  

That officer was right. You’re lucky he didn’t do worse. 

[lostsyren]

Hey, I’m doing thin anonymously because I’m quite ashamed of my own thoughts, but in the beginning I was quite bitter Rafe got (very beautiful and lovely!!) girl but now I’ve forced myself into shock therapy and binge every poste about this ship and I have to thank you for helping for getting out of this toxic almost fictophillic (?) relationship. Now I’m actually quite happy to see them together, so yeah. Quite stupid I know but thanks for the ice cold bucket full of Sofia and Rafe content that helps me to overcome this stupid, irrational (‘I hate her because I ain’t her but I won’t admit it’) thoughts.

So I’ve got a small question, could you maybe write something about Rafe being completely scolded by Sofia when he talks shit about pouge or whatever?

Love!! ❤️

⟡♡ pogue princess ──୨ৎ──

{a/n: hi lovely! i’m so glad you’re now a rafesofia truther!! welcome!! <3 honestly it’s the best thing you can be with all the screen time and scenes they got in s4!! i’m glad you like my work! and don’t be ashamed, i don’t care, people have different opinions and that’s ok! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!}

{summary: rafe and sofia go to a party where rafe crashes out and sofia is not impressed and makes her concerns known}

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Sofia entered the party, her arm wrapped around Rafe’s, eyeing the rowdy crowds of kooks all drunk or on their way to it. She instinctively tightened her arm around her boyfriend.

The sun was settling as Kelce’s house party started to set in motion, the heavy bass thumping and the drinks continually flowing.

Sofia quickly scanned what the other girls were wearing, making sure she didn’t stick out. Her slip dress held on by flimsy straps was something she’d worn before– she hoped no one would notice.

It was funny to her how she cared more about what Rafe’s friends thought of her than what Rafe thought. She supposed it was because whenever it was just her and Rafe, those insecurities never used to bite. It was always when she’d hang out with Topper, Kelce and Ruthie the anxiety began to eat at her.

Spotting Topper in the crowd, she gave him a small smile, before Rafe dropped her arm and went to embrace his friend.

“Hey Top!” He laughed, smile wide and words loud. Sofia always felt so small next to him– both in size and importance. With Rafe’s arm no longer there to hold, she felt unmoored, drifting in a sea of unfamiliar faces. But of course she did recognise a few: the people she’d serve at the bar. And she knew they recognised her too. It always stung when she’d see the gears slowly turn in their head, glancing from her to Rafe. They were always so… confused– what was a pogue doing with Rafe Cameron?

The party was the same as all the parties before it. Rafe, Topper and Kelce being loud and obnoxious, Sofia sticking with Rafe when he was away from them, and when he’d leave her, she’d stick with Ruthie, who’d always ask weird and invasive questions: So how are you and Rafe? He giving you any trouble? You’re always together, do you not get tired of each other? You guys moved in yet?

Sofia would give short, vague answers, never calling her out on her shit, because she knew how ruthless Ruthie could be– she’d never want to be on her bad side.

So that’s what she was doing, sipping at her drink whilst listening to Ruthie bitch about some other girl, (after she’d interrogated Sofia about her love life of course), when she heard a loud commotion come from the kitchen.

Sofia watched Ruthie’s eyes gloss over with glee, darting in the direction of the clamour. Sofia tagged along, leaving her drink on the mantle piece, only to see her boyfriend yell like a crazy person at someone she didn’t recognise with Topper behind him, trying to rein him back like he was a feral animal.

“This is our Homebase!” Rafe yelled, his voice making Sofia’s body squirm. “Get the fuck off our property, think you can just freeload like the good for nothing pogues you are?”

The group of guys rushed out the party, a crate of beer slotted under their arm, which they presumably stole, leaving Rafe enraged. Whenever he got like this he looked like he enjoyed it, his eyes glistening with a manic sheen, his lips contorted in a sneering smile. It disturbed Sofia.

Ruthie skipped over to Topper, swinging her long arms around his neck, whilst Rafe continued to let off steam.

“Coming from the Cut and stealing our shit? That we earned. It’s not right, they need to be taught a lesson.” He yelled, drinking straight from the vodka bottle.

Sofia’s stomach pooled with shame. She sometimes wondered if Rafe thought of her like that– like a freeloading, good for nothing pogue.

Rafe spotted her sidelining the uproar, his face breaking out in a smile as he approached her.

“Baby! There you are!” He greeted, voice still suspended in a yell. He draped a heavy arm around her, dragging her into his body heat. “How you finding the party?”

She looked up at him, as he swung back another swig of alcohol.

“I want to go home.” She said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

His brow furrowed, nose twitching in confusion, “but we just got here?”

“I don’t care– I’m leaving.” She untangled herself from his grip, weaving her way through the throng of people, grateful to finally exit and inhale the sharp, cold night air.

She waited for Rafe outside, knowing he’d follow, wrapping her arms to shield herself from the wind.

And like clockwork, he slipped out the house a moment later, running around to face her. “Sofia? What’s wrong huh?”

She was angry and she knew he could tell, from the way his demeanour shifted from the cocky, slick, drink swinging guy from inside to the now twitchy and confused Rafe who was scared of pushing her too far.

“You yelling to everyone about how much you despise pogues while I’m standing right there? You know how stupid that makes me look?” She said, tone harsh.

Rafe glanced around, checking if anyone overheard, “let’s go home yeah?” He suggested, leading her to his car, his hands on her shoulder.

Sofia wanted to scream at him, let all his kook friends see him get shouted at by a pogue instead, but deep down inside she didn’t want to embarrass him, wanting to live up to the impossibly pristine expectation of being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend.

So she let him open the car door for her, helping her get in, slipping into the drivers seat a moment later.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset,” Rafe said, turning to face her once the car door was shut.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “when you insult pogues you’re insulting me. You’re calling me a good for nothing free loader, you’re calling me a thief, you’re calling my family scum. Don’t you understand that?”

Rafe’s confusion only proliferated, his nose turning up, his lips screwing in disbelief, “baby they stole our beer– I was shouting at them, not at you or your family.”

“Yeah they did, but not because they’re pogues Rafe, there’s some kooks who are just as bad.”

“I know that, I wasn’t being serious Sofia.”

“Yeah well sometimes it feels like it is serious.”

“You can’t be for real right now– I treat you so well and you think imma disrespect you?”

“It’s not about that, it’s about you disrespecting my people. This, them–” she said gesturing to the house and its occupants, “it’s not mine, it’s yours.”

Rafe let out a sigh, eyes scanning Sofia’s “what’s mine is yours, you know that right?”

“Rafe, just stop with all the pogue talk ok? I don’t like it,” she said, tone dismal and exasperated.

“Ok ok it’s done. Anything for my girl, ain’t that right?” He said with a smirk, swooping his face down to hers. It was hard for Sofia to remain angry at him, not when he smiled at her like that. She rolled her eyes, lips curving into a grin.

“What d’you say, you wanna head back to the party? Or shall we go home?”

“What do you wanna do”

“I say we should go home and I’ll make sure you’re not a free loading pogue.” His tone was playful as he brushed the hair off her neck, his breath hot against her pulse point.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?” Sofia murmured in his ear.

“You’re gonna pay me back of course. Gonna teach you a lesson for stealing my heart.”

Sofia erupted into laughter. “That was terrible Rafe.”

Rafe also began to chuckle, eyes crinkling at the sides. She could tell he was relieved their little spat was over. Despite always being involved in many fights with others, Rafe seemed to hate whenever they’d fight with one another. “yeah well you’re blushing so it wasn’t that bad.”

Sofia pressed a kiss on his cheek, “come on, let’s go.”

“So demanding, quite the pogue princess aren’t you?”

“Pogue princess? Really? That’s even worse.”

Rafe cocked his head with a smirk, “whatever you say, princess.”

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[drewsbuzzcut]

So Lovely, It Feels So Right

Mat barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol consumption, and mentions of tattoos (let me know if I missed anything)

Tonight’s the Isles wags’ annual galentine’s get together. It’s nothing fancy, just an intimate gathering at the Martin’s house. There are drinks, snacks, and a small gift exchange.

After laughing so hard your stomachs hurt and drinking various bottles of wine, it’s finally your turn to open your gift. You gently pull out the tissue paper and uncover a black thong with “i ❤️ barzal” printed on the front. You let out an infectious giggle, your cheeks growing red hot.

“Syd! Oh my god. I cannot believe you got me this,” you shriek, hands covering your eyes in faux shyness. You actually liked your little gift- that’d also be a gift for Mat.

“I wanted to get you something on brand for your relationship. We all know you love taking your man to bed. Anyways, soon you’ll be a Barzal,” she points out and you grow flustered thinking about your upcoming nuptials.

Once everyone opens their gifts and finishes their last glass of wine, someone suggests going to a tattoo shop and who are you to not go through with it? Maybe it isn’t the best idea for a bunch of inebriated women to go get tattoos, but you’ll never be one to deny a good time. Mat’s in for a treat later.

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Walking up to your front door serves as a challenge, your heel keeps getting caught in the cobblestone of your driveway. It doesn’t help that your buzz is still lingering in your limbs. Finally pushing the door open, you sashay into your house. The sting of your fresh tattoo is very well present as you think about what Mat’s reaction will be like.

You walk in looking disheveled but content. Your cheeks are rosy and your eyes are glossy. Your hair is in its signature messy bun, tank top hiked up your chest to hide your newest addition to your ink collection. You don’t get far before you find Mat in the game room, playing around at the pool table.

“Baby,” you announce your presence, slowly making your way towards him.

As you round a corner of the pool table, your fingers trace the “Barzal” engraved in the wood. Your engagement ring catches every angle of the lighting, making it shine and making Mat’s heart race. He cannot wait to marry you.

“Hey, have a good night?” He asks, pulling you into his arms and swaying with you.

“A wonderful night. We laughed a lot. We also had a lot of wine,” you answer with your eyes closed in delight.

“I can tell,” that piqued your interest. You pop a single eye open.

“What do you mean?” You hop onto the edge of the pool table, arms looped over your fiancés shoulders.

“You’re all giggly and touchy. Major signs that you’re drunk,” he explains, kissing your neck.

You stay silent, too focused on his lips on your skin.

“Did Nolan go down easy?” You finally clear your head from thoughts of the man in front of you.

“Of course. He’s the most perfect baby. He had his bottle and I rocked him in the chair for a couple of hours before putting him in his crib. He’s all bundled up, too. He looks so precious,” Mat says and you coo just thinking about your baby boy.

“I’m glad he didn’t give you any trouble with his bottle. He’s been giving me hell just because I try to feed him with the bottle,” you sigh, body leaning into his.

“He’s a little momma’s boy. I can’t blame him.” You definitely agree with that.

Minutes pass by, Mat and you just looking into each other’s eyes. Every now and then he’ll play with your ring. It’s become a habit of his.

“I’m not drunk you know you,” you tut and tilt your head to the side, your eyes playfully glare him.

“Tipsy but not drunk,” you add, your heel clad feet reaching out to rub against his muscly thighs. He immediately catches your hint. You are feeling needy which is a usual occurrence when you drink wine.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” His voice gets raspy and he picks up your legs one by one and takes off your heels.

“You, baby. I need you,” you pull him down into a kiss, head starting to spin when he invades your mouth with his tongue.

His hands caress your thighs over your jeans, steadily rising to the button and zipper. The heat in the room rises and the moisture starts to collect in your underwear when he starts to undo your pants.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs when he sees your specially made panties.

You giggle and pull him into another kiss, this time you’re the one shoving your tongue down his throat. You grip and pull at his soft locks, just the way his touch grips your every nerve ending and sets them alight. Plus, the moans that vibrate through his chest are enough of a reason to not let go.

He guides you back to lay down, your body erupting in chills from his touch on your bare skin and the cold of the table. He softly squeezes at your legs in a subtle tease before pulling down your thong with his teeth, eyes zeroed in on your reaction. Just by the way your chest heaves and your legs subconsciously widen is proof enough that you’re enjoying what he’s doing.

Your core glistens for him and he wants so badly to dive into your wet folds, but he always wants to tease you. If it’s for a minute or more depends on his mood. He’s feeling giving and generous, so he won’t tease you too much but just work you up until you’re antsy. He kneels down, eyesight perfectly level with one of his favorite sights: you, wet and begging. He lays kisses up your legs, nipping tenderly at the stretch marks on your inner thighs. You reach down and intertwine your fingers with his, your ring biting at his skin, a reminder of your future. Continuing on his path upward, he purses his lips and blows a cool stream of air on your wetness, eyes darkening at your whimpers. He lets a small laugh pass through his lips and presses a sweet kiss just below your belly button.

“Do something, please,” you beg, squeezing his hand.

“Do what?” He acts innocent, but you know he’s just trying to get you to voice your needs.

“Eat me out or fuck me. Just do something,” you whine, a low scream falling from your lips as he leans up to mouth at your neck. His clothed cock rubs against your pussy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he whispers in your ear, sending you into a frenzy of sexual tension that’s dying to be resolved.

“If you don’t do anything, I’ll just get myself off,” you sass, closing your legs just a bit.

Mat stops you before you can close them all the way, his fingers opening you up so he can spit on your clit. The feral urge you have for him increases just by the action alone. You lift up your hips, but he quickly pins them down. Your annoyed huff turns into an airy moan when his thick fingers spreading your wetness around your fluttering hole. He delicately kisses around your mound, pressing a loving kiss to your clit.

The few deep breaths you take don’t prepare you for the way pleasure engulfs your body when Mat wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue nudges it while his lips continuously suction around the bud. You tug at your own hair, feeling your mind grow fuzzy when you hear his obscene moans. The vibration feels even better.

“You like that, baby?” He speaks his words into the apex of your thighs.

You numbly nod your head, already high on the overwhelming bliss that comes from his mouth alone.

“Words, baby,” he trades his lips for his finger tip, softly massaging slow circles into your bundle of nerves.

“I love it so much. It feels so good,” you comply albeit being breathless.

Every rational thought flees your head when he starts tracing his name with the tip of his tongue, sending you on a hazy spiral towards your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. I’m yours,” you chant, knowing he was staking his claim even though he doesn’t need to.

You don’t even realize him pulling away until he’s pushing your tank top further up your chest, unveiling your boobs. He loves when you’re braless. He licks his lips, leaving sucking kisses all up your torso. For a quick moment you snap out of your daze, remembering your new tattoo that your fiancé still doesn’t know about. Luckily, he doesn’t pull your top off all the way.

“Is my pretty girl still sensitive?” He knows damn well your boobs are still sensitive from breastfeeding for 7 months.

You whisper a yes, but it’s quickly replaced with a cry as he softly sucks them into his mouth. It doesn’t last long because you’re still producing milk, so he decides to suck on the flesh surrounding your nipples. No low cut tops are in your future unless you want people to witness the craving Mat’s mouth had. You will definitely be looking like a cheetah after he’s done with you.

You lift your hips up into him, begging for friction, but also distracting him from eventually making his way to your tattoo. You didn’t want him to see it just yet.

He spreads your folds open again, not holding back and he immediately starts lapping up your arousal. The slurping noises fill your ears and his ravenous moans make you even wetter.

“You taste so good, pretty girl. I can eat your pretty pussy all day,” he praises, voice sweet and thick like honey.

“I love you,” you reply.

“I love you.” His words are followed by his tongue entering your weeping hole.

Your body arches off the pool table, screams and moan ripping from your throat as he fucks you with his tongue. Again, your hips lift up, but this time Mat doesn’t press them down. He holds up your lower body, burying his face in your pussy.

“Fuck. Just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”

The vibrations from his moans and grunts make your brain short circuit, the mind numbing sensation has you in its palm.

You reach down, a hand back in his hair and the other planted on his upper back. The cold metal of your ring feels nice against his warm skin.

“I’m going to cum,” you whine, your cunt clenching down on his tongue.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” it comes out in a gasp, Mat’s thick fingers sinking into your pussy.

His fingers move slowly in a come hither motion, dragging out your pleasure and making you wait until you can let that knot in your stomach snap. His tongue flattens against your clit, his face moving side to side to continuously apply friction.

“Maty, please. I can’t do it. I need to cum, please,” you beg, legs closing around Mat’s head.

“I need you to hold it baby,” he whispers against your soaking cunt.

“I can’t. I can’t,” your body is trembling and you’re trying to steady yourself, but it feels too good. Your orgasm is on the brink of destruction.

He sets you down, one hand pressing into your lower abdomen while his fingers fuck up into you. Throwing your head back, both your arms reach out to grip onto something. Tears stream down your face, but you’ve never felt more alive.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess,” he finally gives you the green light.

Everything goes blurry, the pressure in your stomach releases and you feel liquid squirt out of you, and the state of euphoria your body is in is unexplainable. Mat’s fingers work you through your orgasm with slow strokes but still enough to make you twitch.

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I didn’t know you could squirt like that,” he muses, pecking your thighs.

You whimper when he pulls his fingers out. It’s erotic the way your release drips down his hand. For a moment, you think he’ll lick it up, but you’re proven wrong when he gets you to sit up. He guides his fingers to your mouth and you willingly suck on them, moaning at the taste of yourself. Your eyes peer into his eyes, hooded and dark, they reel him in. Out are his fingers, and his lips press to yours. Salacious moans pass between your mouths when he sucks on your tongue. He’ll never get tired of your taste.

“I love you,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, nipping and pulling at your bottom one.

You smile dazedly at him, feeling sleepy and cuddly in his arms.

“Come on, baby. Let me take you upstairs and get you in a bath,” he coos, rubbing at your back.

“In one minute. I want to stay here in your arms for a little while. I missed you today,” you kiss his chin and the side of his jaw.

“Nols and I did, too,” he says.

“Tomorrow we cuddle in bed all day,” you state.

“Whatever you want. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you,” he tells you.

You look over at the clock hanging on the wall and realize it’s well past midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby daddy. I love you so much,” you kiss him once more.

“I actually have a small surprise for you,” you whisper into his mouth.

“What’s that, pretty girl?” He looks at you expectantly.

You pull your tank top over your head with one hand, so the other can still cover up your tattoo. Slowly, you move your hand away to finally show off the ‘13.’

“Holy shit. No way, babe. That’s hot,” Mat gasps, reaching out to touch it.

“Just for you, baby,” you softly whimper, your skin still sore from the incessant needle.

He looks at you with such tender love and feral, sexual desire. You can feel the tension fill the room again, your cunt begging for him and his cock straining against his basketball shorts. You’re both in for a long night.

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies! I hope you know you’re loved so much🫶 I hope you all enjoy!

[thenickgirl]

What would Nick do if he got a call from the hospital saying that Jalen got into a bad car wreck from a drunk driver? I would love love love love love it if u could make it into one of those quick, short and sweet little paragraph thingy❤️

The black Kia sped along the highway, swerving in and out of lanes trying to get to the nearest hospital as fast as possible.

“Matt, please hurry,” Nick pleaded in the passenger seat, he was pale and shaking. His leg bounced up and down from anxiety, he had no idea whether his boyfriend would be dead, or alive when arrived. The thought that some stupid drunk could’ve taken Jalen away from him made him angry for a moment, but fear overpowered it, and he was back to worrying.

“I didn’t tell him I love him when I last saw him. I-I should’ve told him. What if I n-never see him again?” Nick’s lip quivered, as he started to sob. He couldn’t handle the idea of losing Jalen like this. He couldn’t imagine spending his life without him. Jalen meant the world to him, he was his comfort, his home, his baby.

“Nick, c’mon, he knows you love him, and I’m sure he’s gonna be fine.” Matt says softly, as he glances between Nick and the road.

From behind, Chris grabs Nick’s shaky hand, giving it a squeeze, “It’s going to be okay. He’s tough,” he said, masking his own worry with a smile to comfort his older brother. Jalen was his best friend, so he was just as anxious.

“Have you called Jade? What did she say?” Matt asks, as he drives like a bat out of hell.

“No, she’s not answering. I don’t know if she was with him, or not. Oh my god, what if they’re both dead?” Nick says, frantic.

“Nick, stop. Don’t say that!” Chris yelled, he hated when people said things like that, putting negative thoughts out into the universe has never done anyone any good.

The vehicle finally swerved into the emergency room lot, and before Matt could even put it in park, Nick ran out of the car to the sliding doors ahead of him. He could hear Chris and Matt in the distance yelling for him to wait, but he couldn’t. How could he when the love of his life could be hurt or worse? Jalen needed him. His family needed him.

When he approached the front desk he was panting, and the receptionist was startled at first. “May I help you?” She asks politely.

“I-Yes, uh, my boyfriend he, um, someone called me, and I-“

“Jalen Brooks, please.” Chris says, once he and Matt finally caught up to Nick.

The older woman nodded, before putting on her cheetah print glasses, as she checked her computer for Jalen’s information. “Room 303. You can all go up, but only one visitor in the room at a time, please.” She informs.

The trio thanked her, as they made their way to nearest elevator, going up to the third floor. Once they arrive, they sped down the halls looking for his room. “Right here!” Chris exclaimed, and they all stood outside the door.

“I-What if he-“ Nick stuttered, scared of what he might be walking into. He couldn’t bear the thought of this potentially being the last time he saw the man he loved.

“It’s okay, kid, just go. We’ll be right out here if you need us.” Matt says, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before gently pushing him towards the door.

Nick knocks weakly, but it was clearly heard as he hears a faint ‘come in’ from the other side. He gulps before pushing on the handle and stepping inside.

“BABY!” Jalen exclaims once he sees the brunette, he had a cast around his foot and ankle, and Nick let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, as he saw the dread headed boy smiling back at him.

“J! Oh my god, you idiot! I thought you were dead, I’m gonna kill you,” Nick says, while rushing over to hug Jalen.

“Ow ow ow,” Jalen winced, and Nick pulled back instantly, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Nick rambles as he sits on the bed, looking at Jalen’s condition.

“A little beat up, but I’ll be alright. They’re keeping me until they check my x-ray, I may have a broken rib, but it’s likely just bruised.” Jalen says nonchalant, trying to ease the worry he knew Nick was feeling.

Nick nodded, sighing, as he looked around the room. “Where is everyone? Your parents? Jade? There’s no one in the waiting area beside my brothers.”

“Oh, they left not long before you came. They went to grab dinner, the food here is ass.” Jalen gags, and Nick smiles. “Jade’s phone died too, so they’re picking up her charger. You know she’s got that 15. ‘Oh I can only use a C charger’ head ass.” Jalen says, mocking his little sister, and they both laugh. That was one thing Nick loved about Jalen, no matter what was happening, he always had a positive spirit, something he hoped to learn from him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Nick confessed, as he leans over to hug Jalen again, a lot gentler this time.

“Stop worrying, baby, I’m fine. I’ll be out of here soon, and everything can go back to normal.” Jalen reassures him as he caresses his back.

“I love you so much” Nick mumbles into Jalen’s chest, as he exhales all the worry and anxiety he had. The feeling of being in Jalen’s arms again was all the comfort he needed.

Jalen kissed his loving boyfriend head sweetly, “I love you too, peach.”

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Home Sweet Home

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

Smut 18+ minors DNI

AN anyone on the phone will be in bold, I tried with the smut ok? Next part should be out in a couple days hopefully 🤞🏼.

TW:- mentions of sex, edging, oral (f receiving) praise kink, fingering,choking and swearing? 🤷🏼‍♀️

(Not my gif, credits to who made this)

It had been a few days since the accident. Mackenzie sat on the side of the bed legs swinging, attempting to do her makeup with one hand. Jack had offered to help and got as far as concealer but had to leave for a morning workout with the boys. Huffing Mackenzie gave up, reaching for her phone to call Kaylee to see if she would come and help, Mackenzie was also frustrated because she forgot she needed to shower and so the “makeup” if you could call it that, she’d put on was pointless anyways and she still required assistance to get dressed and she didn’t feel comfortable asking a nurse for help. Growing up together there wasn’t much Kaylee hadn’t seen before, considering the endless amount of times they’ve had to help a drunk one another into clothes after a night out, or the countless times they’d walked into the bathroom to use the toilet as the other showered. You could say they were beyond the line of a normal best friendship, and so if Jack couldn’t help her change, Kaylee certainly would.

Unlocking her phone, Mackenzie clicked on the second most recent contact. Kaylee picked up on the second ring, “hello my American sweetheart” Kaylee greeted. “Hey gorgeous, are you up to anything?” Kenzie smirked knowing the answer, “girl… since when do I do anything without you?” Kaylee deadpanned. Mackenzie laughed before teasing, “true just gotta check you’re not cheating on me”. “If anything you’re cheating on me with Jacky boy, but he’s cute so I’ll forgive you for that.” Kaylee teased back, Mackenzie rolled her eyes, “you’re not even into boys so how can that statement be factually correct?” Kaylee laughed “I could be secretly into boys” Kenzie laughed again, “considering I was your “sexual awakening” when you drunkenly kissed me and told me I was sexy at a house party at 16 I doubt we’re at the point of hiding things from each other.” “Hey! I still stand by that statement. You are sexy as hell, Jacky boy is one lucky boy, I’ve seen your lap dance moves!” Both girls belly laughing at the memory of Mackenzie stunning the room into silence after a lap dance dare, Mackenzie would never admit it but she killed it. “Okaaayyy swiftly moving on, can you come to the hospital I need help with changing and my makeup, I wanna look hot.” Kenzie pleaded, “I’m on my way home girl, I’ve already ordered my Uber” “See now this is why I love you.” “Oh that’s why? But any excuse to see your fine ass and I’m there!” “Careful Jack doesn’t hear you say that” Mackenzie laughed out, “I’ll see you in a little bit beautiful, love you mwah” “I’ll see you soon gorgeous, love you mwah” the girls blew each other a kiss and hung up.

Looking at the time, Mackenzie figured Jack would be done or finishing up his workout, so she decided to call him but before she could call him, “Jack❤️” came across her screen with a picture of the two at a devils game, Mackenzie smiling widely with Jack kissing her cheek. Answering, Mackenzie speaks first “well hello handsome I was just about to call you.” “Oh really? You causing trouble in the ward?” “Me? Trouble? Never. I was just letting you know that Kaylee’s coming to help me get ready for the day. The doctors are going to make their rounds soon. I’m hoping I’ll be discharged today and we can maybe go on a little date this evening?” “Yeah sounds perfect, we haven’t had the chance to go on one in a while huh? I’m just heading back home now, I can drop Kaylee off if she wants?” “Oh babe she’s already ordered an Uber and is halfway here but thank you though. You have any ideas for our date then lover boy?” They usually took it in turns to plan the dates and this time it was Jacks turn. “I have a few ideas, most require two arms which might cause an issue considering you have one right now.” Jack teased, “just means you actually have a chance at winning this time”, Mackenzie shot back. “Oh really? Is that how you wanna play baby? I’ll remember that when you pout because you want my help at the mini golf course.” “Mhm you say that like you don’t purposely get up close and personal. Anyways I’ll let you go shower, Kaylee should be here soon. I love you.” “I love you too baby, I’ll come over in a little.”

True to her word, Kaylee did in fact arrive soon. After greeting Mackenzie with a hug and kiss on the cheek as usual, Kaylee walked over to the bag Jack had packed for Kenzie and pulled out denim shorts, a white cropped tank top and a Red Devils hoodie that judging by the smell of cologne belonged to Jack. Kaylee set them on the bed before making her way to the door locking it, making her way back to Mackenzie to help her up and to the bathroom. Mackenzie reached to turn the shower on before sitting on the bench so Kaylee could help her undress. “And here I was thinking I’d get a famous Mackenzie special lap dance.” Kaylee teased, “maybe on your birthday if you’re a good girl” Kenzie winked, Kaylee pouted before helping her take off her shirt that was again definitely Jacks judging by how it fell to her knees. “Do you own any clothes or do you just steal Jacks all the time?” Kaylee smirked, “oh please I bet if I went through your closet at home there would be plenty of clothes you’ve stolen from your ex girlfriends.” Kenzie retaliated standing to take off her pj shorts. Kaylee left after that letting Mackenzie shower in peace, she kept the door slightly ajar incase Mackenzie needed help, both girls chatting away about anything and everything. After showering Kaylee helped Kenzie get dressed reaching for a matching bra and underwear set claiming she’d thank her later. “I don’t know what bedroom activities you think I’m gonna be getting up to because I can guarantee Jack doesn’t think I look hot with bruises and a broken arm.” Kenzie rolled her eyes, Kaylee stared at her for 10 seconds quirking her eyebrow before replying “girl… you know I love you and I’m gonna be straight up that boy loves you to death, he doesn’t care if you look like Fiona from shrek he’d still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the room as do I might I add.” “Mhmm maybe we should test that” Kenzie laughed. The girls then finished Mackenzie’s makeup before cuddling in bed together waiting for the doctors to come round. After waiting an hour the girls decided to FaceTime Maddy, Freya and Olivia, as Kaylee was preoccupied bragging about getting to see Mackenzie’s “hot ass” their words not Kenzie’s, Mackenzie decided to post something on Instagram to inform the world she was still alive and kicking.

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Kenzie.Havener sup party people, I am still alive and kicking. It’ll take more than a damn tree to take this girl out. Thank you for all the love and messages I appreciate every single one of you! 🫶🏼

Special thank you to mom for the Nerf updates 😌🫶🏼 isn’t he the cutest? 🥹 and special appreciation to my bubs for being by my side every step of the way, and for buying me my very cool monkey who we have decided to call Oakley after the tree that brought him to us 🤙🏼 i love you endlessly baby, thank you for always being there for me. ❤️

jackhughes I love you forever baby ❤️, but maybe try and not give me a damn heart attack next time yeah?

trevorzegras I need that picture of jack rq 🙏🏼

Kenzie.Havener check your messages 😌

trevorzegras you are a literal angel 🤙🏼

Kenzie.Havener just doing gods work 🤙🏼

jackhughes why that picture 😭, you said you wouldn’t send it to anyone 😩❤️

Kenzie.Havener you needed to be humbled baby ❤️

l_hughes06 awww Nerf is so cute!! Mom how come we never had a dog 😭😩

Kay.Johnson because it’d have ran away 0.2 seconds into living with you boys and I wouldn’t blame it😭🥹

l_hughes06 someone come collect their girlfriend 😫🤨

Kenzie.Havener ok come on gorgeous, clearly he’s salty after being humbled 💅🏼

Frey.Lodge ok come on babe 🫶🏼

Maddy.Elizabeth baby let’s get outta here ❤️

Olivia.Autumn beautiful let’s humble him together and call it a date 😉😙

l_hughes06 what is wrong with you guys? 😩🤨

jackhughes how long do you have lukey? 💀

Skylar.Grace I cannot with you calling him Oakley after the tree that nearly killed you 💀😭😂

Kenzie.Havener it was a truly humbling experience😌😙

Edwards.73 how much did Jack have a say in this? 🤨

jackhughes more than I’d like to admit your honour 🫡🤚🏼

Elblue06 so glad you’re ok sweetie, the boys better be taking care of you whilst I’m gone🤨💙

Kenzie.Havener oh they are taking such good care of me, I love you mama Hughes 💙

Elblue06 I love you too Kenz 💙

AngelaWoods oh my baby, Im so thankful you’re ok. I love you!! And you’re welcome for the Nerf updates, I’ll send you more soon 🫶🏼❤️

Kenzie.Havener thank you mom, I love you too. Please send more I miss him so much 😭❤️

Mackenzie tuned back into the girls conversation as soon as Olivia said g-spot, “I’m sorry. what?” Mackenzie questioned. Olivia looked at Mackenzie through the screen lifting an eyebrow before asking “how much of the conversation were you paying attention to kenz?” “I heard g-spot but that was it, I was making an Insta post to let people know I’m still alive.” Kenzie replied now more interested than before. “Ugh someone explain what’s going on, I’ve literally been talking for 10 minutes” Olivia huffed, “fine I’ll get her updated, basically Olivia and Chase are having issues in the bedroom. Chase thinks everything is fine but Olivia does not and won’t say anything” Maddy summarised. “What kinda issues are you having Liv?” Mackenzie questions, Olivia sighs “I don’t know where to begin Kenz.” “Start with what’s bothering you the most?” Kenzie suggested. “Ok well, in the time we’ve been dating he’s never made my orgasm from just sex, he’s never found my g-spot, and it’s just vanilla. There’s no spice, nothing new, I’ve tried wearing lingerie for him but it changed nothing” Olivia vented, “Oh wowza, have you ever orgasmed in the time you’ve dated him? Or have you faked it the entire time?” Kenzie asked, “I’ve orgasmed but only from oral and even then it’s a rarity that he’ll go down on me” Olivia frowned.

“Mhmm” Mackenzie hummed encouraging her to go on. “It’s like there’s no passion and it’s a chore for him now. It’s literally a 10 minute job and then he’ll turn over and go to sleep. What do I do Kenz? We’re the only ones in long term relationships here, please tell me you and Jack have had similar problems before?” Olivia sighed out. “Liv I wish I could tell you yes.” Kenzie pouted feeling bad for her close friend. “Wait you’re telling me that you and Jack have never had bedroom problems?” Maddy asked. “Only one and we’re working on it so I can happily say I’m a very satisfied girly” Kenzie beamed. “So he’s found your g-spot before? During sex?” Olivia questioned, getting closer to the screen. “Found and become more than acquainted with it, both during sex and with his fingers” Kenzie responded in a heartbeat. “And he’s made you cum?” Olivia inquired, “oh yea! More times then I can ever recall” Mackenzie replied feeling bad that this wasn’t something Olivia could say. “And it’s not vanilla? Like you’ve worn lingerie and it’s not been the same?” Olivia inquired again, “oh no! I try and leave lingerie for special occasions you know to keep things interesting. But it’s definitely not vanilla, like I said we only have one problem but we’re working on it and I’m happy with that” Mackenzie responded. “And what’s that?” Kaylee now joined in, “I don’t feel like I should share that without Jacks consent or him around. But like I said we’re working on it and I’m happy with that” Mackenzie said, whilst she was more than happy to help her girls out respect was a massive thing for Mackenzie and talking about hers and Jacks issue in the bedroom wasn’t something she was comfortable sharing without Jacks consent or with him around to be able to input into the conversation.

“Okay but like what kinks do you have? What keeps things spicy?” Olivia asked trying to get as much help from her friend as possible. “Look Liv, Jacks gonna be here soon why don’t I talk to him and see if he’d be willing to have a FaceTime session with us into helping you spice up your bedroom life? Might be useful to get a guys perspective on it all?” Kenzie replied, she felt a little uncomfortable being the only one talking about her sex life. She loved these girls to pieces and would help them the best she could but this was something she couldn’t really talk about without Jack. “You’d do that? Oh Kenz thank you!! Chase is away with the boys for the weekend so I can FaceTime later?” Olivia cheerfully responded, “ yeah course I will Liv, anyways me and Kaylee are gonna go. The doctors will be here soon and so will Jack. We love you all.” Kenzie sent them all an air kiss and Kaylee hung up.

Before either of the girls could start a conversation there was a knock on the door, “come in” Mackenzie called out however when the person tried to open the door it was locked. “Oh sorry one moment” Kenzie shouted out as Kaylee got up to unlock it. Dr Kingston walked into the room, smiling warmly at Mackenzie. “Oh sorry Dr Kingston we must have forgotten to unlock it after I showered” Kenzie apologised. “That’s alright dear, I must ask for your permission to talk about your medical condition with this lovely lady in the room.” Dr Kingston smiled at Kaylee. “Yes you have my permission” Mackenzie smiled. “Ok well from the scans I had requested there’s no suggestion to any brain injury and your concussion seems to be healing well. I had some extra X-rays done of your ribs and arm, to confirm the fractures. Your arm will take 6 weeks to heal and your ribs will take 3-6 weeks to heal. Now I’ve been told your a field hockey player is that correct?” Dr Kingston read from her file. “Yes Doc, but the season doesn’t start back up until September, training starts late august.” Kenzie replied. “Mhmm you should be healed and able to play by then it is only May 27th however I would like you to take it easy, no high energy activities and no hockey training for 6 weeks. I will make you an appointment to come back and see me 6 weeks from now and make you an appointment to see another doctor back in… New Jersey as a check up but I am happy to discharge you please do come back if you have any concerns” Dr Kingston smiled, “thank you doctor.” Dr Kingston left the room closing the door behind her.

Kaylee immediately started packing Mackenzie’s stuff as Kenzie texted Jack asking him to come pick her and Kaylee up. She immediately got a voice note telling her he was already on his way to come visit her anyways. “Don’t forget Oakley!!” Kenzie called out, “ah yes Oakley the monkey you affectionately named after the thing that almost killed you” Kaylee sighed. “Jack and I found it funny! He’s my humbling monkey, could have been worse! I could have called him Jack junior” Mackenzie laughed at the disgusted expression on Kaylee’s face. After signing the discharge papers, Mackenzie and Kaylee made their way down to the parking lot to wait for Jack. Jack pulled up 20 minutes later, jumping out to help Kaylee with the bags putting them in the trunk before coming back around to hug and kiss Mackenzie, Kenzie flipping off Kaylee as she fake gagged at the couple. Pulling away Kenzie looked over at Kaylee, “oh please you’re just jealous im getting laid and you’re not getting any” Kaylee sighed dramatically “I mean… you’re not wrong.”

Mackenzie walked around to the front passenger door about to open it before a hand reached to stop her, “you’ve been gone for 5 days and you’ve already forgotten the rule” Jack huffed out. The “rule” Jack was referring to, was something that was made up before they even started dating, if Jack was around he refused to let Mackenzie open any doors always reaching for them before she even had a chance to touch the handle. Mackenzie rolled her eyes leaning up to kiss him as he pulled the door open for her, helping her get in and buckling her seatbelt for her. The drive back was pretty uneventful, Mackenzie had fallen asleep 10 minutes into the ride leaving Jack and Kaylee to chat amongst themselves. “So Jacky boy, when are you planning on proposing to my home girl here? Kaylee started, “ssshhh Kay” Jack started before briefly glancing over to make sure Mackenzie was still asleep before looking back at the road, “the boys and I are planning to look for promise rings in a few weeks time. Then I was thinking of actually proposing in a year or two. I mean we are only 22, well I am Kenzie in a few weeks but you get what I mean.” “You haven’t given her a promise ring yet? You’ve been dating nearly 3 years!?” Kaylee was shocked, if not a proposal she’d have thought Jack had at least brought or had given her a promise ring. “It slipped my mind ok? I’m planning to make it up to her by planning out a promise proposal not entirely sure how to make it perfect for her without using ideas for our actual proposal” Jack glanced at Kaylee in the mirror, “I have a few ideas I’m sure the girls will be more than happy to help.” Kaylee smiled.

10 minutes later they pulled into the drive way of the lake house, Kaylee climbed out to grab the bags with the help of Luke. Jack walked around the front of the car opening Mackenzie’s door reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt and picking her up bridal style turning her bad ribs into him. She stirred in her sleep mumbling out a faint “Jack?” which he wouldn’t have heard had her head not been resting on his shoulder, “yeah baby I’m here, we’re home” Jack whispered. “I love you Jack” Kenzie whispered before snuggling into the crook of his neck, placing kisses. “I-I love you too kenz” Jack moaned softly as she kissed over his sweet spot, sucking lightly as he walked up the stairs to their bedroom, Kaylee and Luke following behind with bags and Oakley. “B-baby we can’t right now, Kaylee and Luke are following behind us” Jack leaned down to whisper, “but I want you, I want you so bad Jack” Kenzie begged. “We can’t baby, you need to rest and the doctor said no high energy activities” Jack replied struggling to not give in. As they entered the bedroom, Jack gently laid Mackenzie on the bed before turning to grab the bags and Oakley off Luke and Kaylee. “Kenz you want me to join you and Jack for the call with Olivia?” Kaylee asked, Jack looked over at Mackenzie confused, “what call?” Jack asked. “Oh right, erm Luke you may wanna leave for this” Kenzie warned as the youngest Hughes walked away, “Olivia requires a male opinion on some issues she and Chase are having, would you mind listening and giving some advice?” Kenzie questioned. “What kinda issues?” Jack quirked one of his eyebrows at the girls, “bedroom issues” is all Kaylee said before reaching to call Olivia, “it’ll be easier if she explains.”

“Hey wifey’s and Jackson” Olivia greeted smiling, “not my name but hey” Jack greeted. After chatting for a little, Jack decided to break the ice into what this call was meant to be about “soooo I heard from two little birdies you need some male advice?” Olivia sighed “yeah, I’m at a loss for what to do” “well what’s the actual issue?” Jack looked between the three girls. “My sex life is boring as fuck! There’s no passion, it’s like it’s become a chore for Chase to fuck me. He’s never made me orgasm during sex, oral is a rarity, I’ve tried wearing lingerie but it changed nothing. He won’t even go and get me a wash cloth after we’re done” Olivia vented, Jacks face was full of surprise. “What? Does he not know what a g-spot is?” Jack quirked his eyebrow, “no because that’s what I’ve been saying!! He asks me to go down on him or help him get off but with me? He’s not interested, if he catches me trying to get off he’ll just sigh and leave the room. And if I even suggest a new kink I wanna try out he just acts like it’s something to be ashamed of? What do i do? How do you and Kenz keep it good and interesting?” Olivia finished, Jack looked at Mackenzie with a look that was asking for permission to talk about their experiences together, Mackenzie nodded if there was anyone she’d trust to keep this secretive it would be these girls. “Well when kenz and I first started having sex we decided to write a small list of things we’d both be open to trying aside from the usual stuff and every now and then we’ll pick one to try out. Communication is important, both myself and Kenz have tried stuff together and not enjoyed it but we were honest about it. As a guy I can’t lie and say that before Mackenzie, my only thought about having sex was to get off, I didn’t put as much thought into the girls pleasure as I’d like to admit I should have but with Mackenzie it’s just different. Like before I’d only go down on a girl if she asked me to but with Mackenzie I dunno how to explain it but I want to do it she doesn’t need to ask me and not just because it’ll lead me to getting something in return. There’s been plenty of nights where we’ve just focused on one person whether that be me or kenz.”

Looking over at Mackenzie, Jack noticed her cheeks flush. “So what you’re saying is just talk to him?” Olivia sighed knowing that was the inevitable, “well yes or you could try something new?What have you tried so far?”Jack suggested. “Or you could just join me in the gay girly club” Kaylee added lightening the mood, “unfortunately for you im not into girls sorry bestie but we’ve not tried a lot, most we’ve done is a blindfold.” “Ooooo I forgot about that, can we add that to our list baby?” Mackenzie asked already pulling up the locked notes in the phone and adding it, “yeah baby why not? Hmm maybe try a switch kink then, you be in control for once?” Jack suggested. After some hyping up from the girls, Olivia agreed to try being dominant with Chase when he got back tomorrow night, promising to keep them updated. Kaylee then walked out of the room still talking to Olivia, leaving the couple in peace.

As soon as the door shut Mackenzie was leaning over kissing Jacks neck again, this time sucking a little harder, not enough to leave hickies but enough that Jack moaned out “K-kenz we can’t, you need to rest.” “I’ve rested enough baby” Kenzie replied moving up to kiss him on the lips, hands playing with the hem of his shirt tugging lightly on it. Pulling away Jack took his shirt off before coming back in to kiss her again. Mackenzie tried but failed to take off her hoodie, laughing Jack was quick to help before realising that the door was still unlocked. Jack stood up to lock the door turning around to find Mackenzie struggling with her tank top, shaking his head he walked back to the bed helping her discard of it along with her bra. Jack moved his head to kiss her neck getting lower and lower until he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple, “Ohhhhh” Mackenzie moaned out before being shushed by Jack as someone knocked on the door. “Yo Jack?” Quinn called out trying to open the door, Jack shot up throwing Mackenzie his shirt to put on. Mackenzie slipped it on quickly with Jacks help, laying on the bed under the covers pretending to be asleep. Jack walked over to unlock and open the door, “yeah?” “We’re all going out for dinner and bowling are you and Mackenzie coming?” Quinn asked before peaking into the room seeing Mackenzie asleep or so he thought. “I think me and Kenz were gonna have a date night but she fell asleep. Is everyone going?” Jack asked smiling. “Yeah everyone’s in the cars ready to go. I’ll call when we’re on our way back incase you two want ice cream” Quinn smiled at his brother before turning away.

Turning back, Jack climbed back onto the bed from the bottom making his way up under the covers till he was laying on top of Kenzie, her eyes were still shut, but they quickly opened to the sensation of Jacks warm tongue sucking her nipple again, “OOHH” she moaned out. Jack switched to give the other one the same amount of attention, “mhmm Jack baby” Kenzie moaned reaching her hand to wrap around his hair. Jack left her nipples, moving to leave a trail of kisses down her abdomen, fingers unbuttoning her shorts and pulling the zipper down, pushing them off her legs along with her panties. Carefully, Jack spread her legs apart slotting in between them perfectly like a puzzle piece, using his thumbs Jack pushed her folds apart exposing her more before leaning in to leave teasing butterfly kisses around her pussy. Kenzie tugged gently on his hair, “mhmm jack please” “what do you want baby? Tell me what you want” Jack loved hearing her beg. “I want you baby” Kenzie pleaded, “you have me baby, I’m right here” Jack wasn’t letting her off that easy like he usually did. “Jack please! Please I want you to eat me out!” Kenzie cried out, “mhmm that’s a good girl” Jack praised her before leaning in slowly licking her clit before dropping down to her entrance coming back up again. “Ohhhhh fuck mhmmm” Kenzie moaned out quietly, Jack stopped pulling away no more than necessary “you can be as loud as you want baby, no one’s here. Tell me how good it feels” before diving back in picking up where he left off adding sucking her clit into the actions he was doing. “Fuck Jack, mmmm Jack” Mackenzie moans louder, Jack moans back the vibrations causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “Aaahhh Jack, Jack don’t stop” Kenzie panted out, Jack shook his head side to side, “mmmm Jack! oh Jack I’m gonna cum” Kenzie warned and Jack immediately stopped ,pulling away from her, Mackenzie whined out pulling the covers back and looking down at him.

“Whyyyy?” “What can I say our sex ed phone call gave me the idea that we should practice on your edging baby” Jack argued before slipping a finger in her. “Oh fuckkk Jack” Mackenzie rolled her eyes back at the unexpected action. Jack started moving his finger back and forward keeping it ridged to avoid hitting her g-spot for the time being, “you like when I finger you hmm baby? Love my hands don’t you?” “Y-yessss Jack mmm, feels so good!” Kenzie whined out, “yeah? You want another angel?” Jack asked getting his middle finger ready, “y-yess, mmm jack please” Slipping his middle finger in, Jack started curling them in a come here motion and moving them faster. “H-harder J-Ja-ack” Mackenzie was getting closer to the edge, Jack started thrusting his fingers harder into her grazing her g-spot as he did so. “OH MMM JACK, THERE BABY RIGHT THERE” Mackenzie moaned louder, “right here baby?” Jack asked grazing her g-spot once again. “Y-YES IM GONNA CU-CUMMM” Mackenzie was silently pleading with him to let her fall over the edge but Jack had other plans pulling his fingers away and rubbing her thighs in a soothing motion as she whined out again.

“You’re doing so good for me baby” Jack praised, “l-let me help you baby”Mackenzie pleaded. Jack climbed up the bed laying on his side beside her a noticeable tent in his shorts. “Not yet baby” Jack leaned down kissing her as he slid two fingers back inside her, “o-oH MmmmM Jack”. Mackenzie rolled her eyes back, “how’s that feel baby?” Jack asked picking up the pace of his fingers, as he curled them hitting her g-spot head on. “S-so good!! You’re so- so good to me, mmm I-I’m gonna c-cummm” Mackenzie warned, “yeah? That feel good? Gotta look after my baby don’t I” Jack pulled his fingers out again just as she reached the edge, Mackenzie panting out “J-Jack I can’t take another, I need to c-cum. It’s s-starting to h-hurt a little” she pleaded, “ok, ok baby girl, you’ve been a good girl for me haven’t you?” Jack pulled down his shorts and boxers stroking himself a few times before reaching over to the nightstand grabbing a condom, rolling it on Jack positioned himself at her entrance intertwining his right hand with her left one as he slid in. Mackenzie threw her head back at the stretch, squeezing his hand gently, Jack moaned out as his tip hit her walls. He kept still letting her adjust to him before slowly thrusting in and out of her, “oh oh Jack mmmm faster, h-harder” Mackenzie moaned out, “you sure you can handle that baby?” Jack moaned increasing the pace of his thrusts tilting his hips to hit her g-spot.

“YES MMM FUCK JACK, PLEASE” reaching for the hand that wasn’t occupied with hers, Mackenzie placed it around her throat squeezing gently. “You want me to choke you?” Jack squeezed his eyes shut moaning louder, “mhmm please jack Im so fucking close.” Jack squeezed his hand around her neck gently knowing she didn’t like it squeezed any harder, “oh f-f-fuck j-jack I’m gonna cum, please. Please can I cum?” Kenzie’s eyes fluttered as she struggled to keep them open, “c-cum baby, cum for me” Jack moaned squeezing her hand. Mackenzie fell over the edge, walls pulsating around him, eyes rolled back, mouth open chanting his name. Jack slowed his thrusts helping her through her orgasm which seemed to be lasting a lot longer than usual. “JACK OH OH FUCK MMMM JACK” Mackenzie opened her eyes still cumming, she thought Jack made the hottest face when he came. She watched as his eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, making the sexiest noises she’d ever thought existed as he fell over the edge, “Oh oH Kenzie, FFuck baby!”

Jack collapsed on top of her being care of her ribs, panting as he slowly pulled out of her. Standing off the bed removing the condom in the bathroom bin and coming back with a warm wash cloth to clean her up, helping her get changed and off the bed to use the bathroom. Coming back Mackenzie found Jack eyes half open laying on the bed, he looked exhausted. “Jack?” Mackenzie called as she climbed back into bed snuggling into his shirtless chest, jack hummed in response, “are you ok bubs?” Kenzie was concerned. “Yeah just didn’t sleep much last night, was too worried about leaving you alone in the hospital” Jack admitted, “oh baby you could have called me! I never sleep well when you’re away, need you. You make me feel so safe” Mackenzie admitted. “Mmm you’re always safe with me baby. I love you, gonna make you my wife one day” Jack started playing with her blonde hair, “I love you Jacky, can’t wait to be Mrs Hughes one day.” Mackenzie leaned up to kiss him but whined out, “what? What is it?” Jack looked down worry filling his blue eyes. “N-Nothing” Mackenzie gritted out, “kenz it’s not nothing, what hurts? Are you due your pain meds?” Jack glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand answering his own question as he reached down for the bag beside the bed pulling out the packet of medication. “I told you we shouldn’t have done anything, you need to rest” Jack blamed himself, “no no I’ll be ok, just need my meds but hey? I handled three this time I’d call that progress” Mackenzie smirked, “you did so well baby” Jack kissed her before popping out two pills for her to take, reaching into the bag again he pulled out her water bottle. Mackenzie took the pills, snuggled back into Jack and slowly fell asleep with Jack playing with her hair.

[littlewitchbee]

i dont know much about your ocs yet but for that emoji ask game- ❤️,🍷, 👠, and/or 🍒 for any that you’d like to share about? i’d love to know more abt them!!

Thank you! I literally never talk about them, but I should! My og 2 have been rattling around in my brain for over a decade 😅 I’m currently fma oc - brained but I’ll try to split these up lol

For this ask game!

❤️- Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

Gonna answer this one for Ada. My other oc Cal is her person, and she would end the entire world to keep him safe. They are not healthy about each other lol

🍷- Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

This is for Ada too lol I’ve answered this for Yasha :) Ada lives a pretty isolated life. She makes her own mead, and will pick up whiskey whenever she can. She definitely drinks to block out the world/her feelings. She’s kind of an angry person in general. Alcohol doesn’t help with that lol

👠- How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

This one’s for Yasha. They’re very casual. Grew up on hand-me-downs from her more stylish cousins, but that didn’t really help her develop her own sense of style. They like to stick to basics and don’t mind grabbing them from second-hand stores. They love to knit, though, and since they’re stationed up at Briggs most of the year they’re usually wearing something they’ve knit. It’s a hobby she learned from her mom, and she has a well-worn but beloved sweater that her mom knit before she passed away.

🍒- Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Yasha’s best friend is beloved @patron-saints ‘s oc antoinette!! They’re cousins. Yasha’s a bit older, so she’s known antoinette all her life lol But Yasha’s mom was sick for most of her childhood, and her dad wasn’t really in the picture, so she spent most of her time with her aunts and cousins. They’re basically siblings. Yasha’s so happy that they’re both stationed at Briggs! They spend a lot of time together. She loves how sharp Antoinette is. There’s no problem she can’t solve, and that makes Yasha infinitely proud 💕 (Antoinette and her kids are also great models for new knitting patterns, which Yasha appreciates)

[karebear923]

Vice Versa rewatch ep 12

Another long post that’s soaked in my tears!! 😭

Ep 12 is Crystal Clear! Because there’s no more problems, miscommunications, obstacles or anything like that for them! Now they can be in love together forever!! 🥰❤️

Ok yeah I knew it was a fake out too 🤭 even the first time around. Sorry Puen, I’m sure you’re a great actor! Lol

Let me just take a moment to appreciate these physiques 👀 I promise I am looking respectfully…….. Ok thank you 🙏🏽

OHHH DOMESTIC PUENTALAY!!! MY HEART!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Also not to be *that* bxtch cause I love We Are as much as the next guy, but they did it here first!!! They said “thank you for being born so that I could love you” here first!!!

Their drive to Talay’s job where they’re being happy and flirty and just two people in love with no more worries is wonderful to see 🥹🥰

Meeting their world’s society for travelers was pretty cool and it’s funny to know Talay’s boss is actually a kid 🤭

Their private date!!! I was about to say “dang his memory’s too good!” but Talay beat me to it lol

AND THEN HE ANSWERS WITH THIS!?!?!? OHHH MY HEART 😭😭❤️❤️ Talay’s stronger than me cause I would’ve swooned so hard I fell off the chair!

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!! 🗣️

Gyo’s the realest for saying that!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Honestly eff the paparazzi and eff the interviewers who surprise celebs with intrusive questions and eff fans who think they have any say in a celeb’s personal life!!!

Side note: bangs really do change a person cause I had to look her up to make sure this is the same actress who played Bah-Mee 😅

Puen’s celebrity status is unfortunately another obstacle for them, even though it shouldn’t be! 😞😓 but he said eff that noise!! He is LOUD and PROUD about his love for Talay and nothing will stand in his way!!! Haters to the left!!! 👏🏽

Gyo screaming in fangirl when she sees her fave celeb in her best friend's living room is so funny but like same if that were me!! 😅 And Talay’s mom being like yes Puen you can have my son! 😂 LOL

Now they’ve truly overcome all their obstacles and they will stay together no matter what comes their way! Officially boyfriends!

Talay’s ending monologue gets me every time!!! 😭 I believe everything he dreams about is really happening in the other universe! He and Tess still have a connection and they see each other's lives and share the info with Puen and Tun. I’m happy for all the other characters in the other world, and P’Dol for switching back!

“AND HE PAINTS MY LIFE PINK FOREVER”

is the most beautiful romantic line ever and it is tattooed on my soul!!! I’m crying real tears as I type this!! 😭🩷

That's the face of a man who’s drunk off a passionate kiss!! Gosh this show just ended so perfectly!! Puen carrying Talay into the van, showing the note where he wrote "let's go head over heels for each other", the pan up into the sky, the theme song playing one last time! I remember I had to sit there and soak in the moment the first time around.

And finally one last Lays ad as I wipe off my tears 🥲

Perfect use of wordplay! 👏🏽 That’s how you do product placement! I love it!

They got engaged with the Lays tho 😭 lol I don’t even care cause it was a cute moment and I remember Talay saying “yes” in English made me extra emotional when I first heard it!

GAY MARRIAGE IS NOW LEGAL IN THAILAND AND I KNOW PUEN WILL PUT HIS ALL INTO PLANNING THE BEST PINK WEDDING FOR TALAY WITH LITTLE THINGS FROM THE OTHER UNIVERSE AND THEY’LL DANCE TO HAVE I FOUND AND LAYS POTATO CHIPS WILL BE SERVED WITH THE APPETIZERS AND THEY’LL BOTH CRY AT EACH OTHER’S AMAZING SPEECHES!!!

Final Thoughts:

This show means so much to me!! I love the story so much!! I love PuenTalay so much!! I love Jimmy and Sea so much!! It’s just a wonderful story about love and it’s just the intensity of how much these two love each other and how hard they worked to be together that gets to me!! Jimmy and Sea played these characters beautifully and you can see the love on their faces!! I loved watching them every week!!

This rewatch almost took me all year to do and I only got it done because of the rerun giving me 'real' deadlines 😅 I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to it earlier but I’m so happy I did it! I almost never rewatch whole shows, I just go back to certain scenes I liked. But this show is top tier to me and I’m so glad I got to relive all these emotions again!!

A HUGE thank you to our nomnom queen @stormyoceans for coming up with this rewatch!! I’m glad to share this tumblr space with you and everyone else in this fandom!! 🥰💜🩵

[mashithamel]

Tangle of Need:

I had a lot of thoughts, reactions, and quotes in this one, so it’s a long one!

* “Even if there had been a cure, Kaleb would’ve given the same answer—8-91’s death was inevitable. Someone had to be the canary.” God, he doesn’t even call him by his name. Cold, gray Kaleb is such a great character.

* “You’re not a woman I’ll ever want in my bed.” -Riaz. Ouch.

* Judd’s dry sense of humor is everything.

* “I’m worth more,” she told him, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Affection, respect, tenderness, I’m worth all of that, so don’t you dare come near me again until you’re ready to offer it.”

* “Time to get some sleep, he thought, and having dressed, began to walk toward his quarters … then suddenly, he was tracking another scent. Delicate and strong. Fragile and steely. A puzzle that suited the enigma of a woman for whom the need in him burned hot and intense. He caught up to her just as she reached her door. A pregnant pause, last night repeated. Not turning, she pushed through. Entering behind her, he shut the door, turned the lock.” 🔥🔥🔥

* Ok, letting BlackSea know you mean business if they renig on the contract is good, but…how, exactly, does a wolf pack plan to retaliate against a group that can quite happily live in the open ocean for long periods of time? In addition to ground-to-air defense systems have they been building a submarine fleet too???

* “There’s nothing for me in the past.” Yes, she thought, the past was forever gone, for both of them. ❤️😭

* “Some of us are tired, Judd,” Vasic added quietly, the gray of his eyes holding the darkest of shadows. “When this is all over, all we ask for is peace.” I ❤️ Vasic

* Bowen getting the chip first is a very cool move for a leader. But given the lack of testing and high risk—has he clarified a plan in case he dies? Like, he has a clear back up identified and ready to jump into leadership, right?

* “But it wouldn’t be easier—Silence is based on the precept that emotion is a weakness, but what I feel for Brenna makes me stronger. I fight harder, dirtier, and rougher, because I know any injury to me will rebound on her.” I ❤️ Judd

* The Alice story…it’s boring, right? Or am I just heartless?

* “Do you feel any different?” “I no longer have psychopathic thoughts as often. I believe that could be termed progress.” “You’re not a psychopath.” “Or perhaps you simply don’t want me to be.” Sometimes Amara is just a gift.

* “I gave you multiple pupcubs. I have prowess.” - Riley, drunk and happy

* “I love you, but I have a hangover and you’re talking crazy.” - Hawke

* “his mind filled with thoughts of the woman who had brought him back to life, branded her claim on his heart. His tough, prickly, generous Adria, who wasn’t so tough or prickly after all.” - Riaz

* I like how he calls her his empress.

* Obviously Lissette was going to show up and suddenly be available, but it is still such a gut punch. They were finally happy! They chose each other! “So she’d have to be the one who broke her own heart.” 😭😭😭

* “Love, she realized at that terrible moment of truth, could be incredibly unselfish, even when it hurt until she bled.” - Adria

* I love how Krychek is always doing, like, six things at the same time.

* He grabbed her upper arms, held her in place, the raw fury in his voice a wild thing. “I made my choice, and I chose you. Don’t you do this. Don’t you destroy us.” I’m sobbing. Oh this whole breakup is so heartbreaking, for both of them.

* Ok, the hammer with “Adria Delgado” engraved on it 🥺

* Sophisticated Lissette throwing a shoe at her husband is comedy.

* Krychek found her! I’m so ready for the Heart of Obsidian.

* “Heart of my heart, that’s who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever. Wolf and man, you own every part of me.”

In a series where everyone—even the humans and Psy—gets a mating bond, this is a fantastic story where they don’t, but they still choose each other. The start was kinda rough, and a LOT of time is spent on other people. Alice continues to bore me. Hawke/Sienna remains hot, I continue my love affair with Judd and Vasic. But the ultimate love story in this one is beautiful.

Number of showers: a contender for the lead!

Riaz: 6

Adira: 5

Rating: four out of five cold showers

[scaryfaggot]

i was going to do a long anonymous message but you would literally sus it out immediately. Well let’s put that to the test i suppose…… i’ll try to refrain from using key words. MY MESAAGE: in 2021 when i first started to become friends with you lot i chose a few of you and sent you all a bunch of nice messages on anon at the same time because i was cringe. and in my notes app i found at least the draft of the one i wrote for you… i’m not sure i ever sent it bc it was literally just after we had become acquainted. but you were still one of the Few people i drafted a message for. and it says as follows: “i want you to know i think you’re really cool. it slightly intimidates me. despite your habit of senseless verbal harassment (joke.) you have been quite welcoming to me and i really appreciate it. idk why we approach each other in the way that we do but i consider you a friend. maybe even a [KEY WORD].”. it is crazy to think that from our first interaction you immediately declared me as such and were so welcoming to me despite literally fucking having me blocked the hours beforehand especially bc i know you can be shy around people you have barely interacted with and we had not at all. sometimes i know i am admittedly a bit mean to you maybe EVEN THOUGH I ENVER MEAN TO BE… i am just a very teasing friend. but i hope you feel that you always feel you belong with me and our friends as much as i feel i belong with you. i use the word belonging a lot because it is something i notably never felt with the friends i had growing up and something i yearned to find and thought i would be searching for my entire life until i met you and our friends . i remember one time asking one of my closest old friends if she felt she belonged within our little friend group growing up and the genuine yes she answered made me feel like there was a glass wall between me and everyone else. i hope you never feel that way with us but if you do sometimes it is okay. it is hard not to feel alone sometimes . but feel alone with your brother <- fuck it when you can stand to let yourself. i remember in early 2022 it was. january 7th i think when i was depressed my damn crush was cold shouldering me (YES HER.) and we had that stupid fucking conversation where we ranked Something i will not be saying and the whole HA! bit came about. and i remember thinking That night “wilbur is one of my best friends”. i cant even recall how regularly we would dm at that time. i think it was a decent amount but regardless we just happened to that night. now it is daily. and it is unsettling to have days where we don’t talk <- i know we can’t when u work and i am like passed out ill some days but whenever i realize we have not talked i’m like fuckkkk. Anyways. i’m not even drunk right now i just reminisce so much about it all…. it all feels like from a different life time. those days. tommyinnit…. Fuck. i think about you and our friends every day. every morning when i get up and when i’m driving and looking out into the distance of the flat empty midwest. i know any direction i look one of you could be out there. it makes me cry. i am so happy to have you. i like that we are under the same clouds a lot of times. i like that you are four hours from me. never doubt i will meet you even if it is years from now. i will fucking track you down if i have to. this is the gayest fucking shit i have possibly ever written in my life. Well i hope that affirms how much you mean to me. Faggot

OHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDDSDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BROTHER UUUUAUUGGHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ weeps openly

[felixravinstills]

✨❤️✂️ for my girl artemisia

Ask Game

Thanks, Lily! Always happy to talk about my beloved girl.

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

It started with me thinking up her general vibe of sad girl failed by society and people around her due to willful blindness who is also just angry about it. My mind then immediately went to Artemisia Gentileschi, the painter who was also majorly failed by her society and the justice system and people’s complicity. The anger in her famous Judith Beheading Holofernes painting <3.

I tried coming up with my own surname for her, but when I was skimming through the book for inspiration, I got sidetracked by reading Coriolanus’ conversation with Satyria Click (I always thought their small interaction was so interesting). I then thought that Artemisia Click was actually a catchy sounding name… Then the word association started. There is a nymph named Satyria in mythology but her name also reminds me of the Satyricon, a piece of Latin literature featuring an extravagant party, and also just satyrs in general known for being drunk, and another word for satyr is silenus so… yeah. I decided that it might be cool for Artemisia to be related to her. There’s also kind of a nature vs nurture in the do the Clicks maybe have a predisposition for alcoholism in the back of this fic? I don’t actually answer that question in or out of the fic, because I don’t think the answer matters as much as the kind of lurking tie in question. Idk about Satyria, but Silenus in my head always imbibed more than he should, but he got worse during the war. So for him, maybe it lies somewhere in the middle.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Her wedding is probably her best memory. It’s not even a romantic, I’m marrying one of the guys I’m in love with and kind of tying the other guy in in love with into the ceremony in a sort of pseudo-marriage thing though. This is her truimph! Marriage means it won’t be that strange or noticeable for her to cut contact with her parents! She never has to see them again! It’s also just a big fancy party with her favorite people! In her mind, this truly is a start to a better life.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Um, her worst memory is probably getting car-bombed with Felix (regardless of if Felix dies or is comatose, it’s just an all around bad time).

Her whole childhood of dealing with her father’s abuse and then watching other people not care was also just a dark time, but I don’t think she holds any particular instance as worse than any of the others.

[feverss]

Uvogin x Black Male Reader(Busty)

NSFW

(this is my first time making a fanfic so please ignore my broken English it’s not my first language, so ya please enjoy ❤️❤️)

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You and Uvogin got a hotel room after you boss explained you up and coming mission. You’re relationship with him is like a best friend bond. You never thought of him as anything else.

At the hotel room

“hey uvo, what room did you get and what took you so long to get the key”. “Geez sorry there was a line”. Uvogin and you took an elevator to you rooms. When uvogin opened the door you jumped on your bed then noticed something was off about the room. Then you asked,” hey Uvo why is there only one bed”. Uvo huffed and said,”They ran out off two bed rooms so we’re gonna have to share a bed”. You whined,”why of all people I have to share it with you. I swear to god if you snore imma suffocate you.”. He laughed and said,” I’ll make sure to snore nice and loud just for you”. Then you both started to laugh.

Time passes

you were both drunk from having a little to much to drink. You were both now in bed just laying down. Then you started to talk “ Uvo it’s cold in here”. Unknowingly he grabbed you and put you on top of him and wrapped a blanket around both of you. You’re ass jiggled from the impacted and your chest was now on his. All you can do is blush. He started to lower down his hand onto your ass. You muttered “uvo what are you doing”. He said huffing “ I’m making you nice and warm”. He started to to run his hand back and forth on your ass, he then entered both of his hands into your pants ( you were wearing tight shorts). He started to grab each cheek and squeeze it, you moaned in delight you were embarrassed on how you’re best friend might fuck you tonight. He then ask “ do you like that”. You then whispered” yes I do”. Huffing the answer out. You then rose up from his chest and started to take your shirt off . He saw as your chest falls out the shirt making him more determined to fuck you senseless. He took of his pants and you can see the length of this man’s man hood. It was dripping of pre cum. It bounced out of his boxers like a compressed matteres. He ripped your shorts seeing the string of the shorts tightening up your ass then see it snap was making him more hard. Then he rubbed his tip on your entrance smearing the pre cum all over. He can see you turn red and your nipples perk up from the action. He then started to lick your nipples, bitting them, marking them. You can feel your man hood twitch, he then took you off his chest and directed your head to his man hood. You had you ass facing the end of the bed back arched and face directly on his long manhood. He slapped his man hood on the side of you nose. You knew what to do, you started to lick it grabbing his tightly while he moans on how good you are at this. You started to enter you mouth at the tip, out of no way uvo puts two hands on you head and pushing his length all the way in. You gagged and as you gagged you saliva came out on his balls. Your man hood started to drip even more . Your tongue wrapped around his man hood and he moaned away you started to moving up and down faster and faster. He was about to cum so you took his man hood out your man and started to play with his dick with your chest it was big enough to rub his dick up and down. You opened your mouth before he shoots his cum all over you chest and face and some even got into your mouth. You both huffed and moaned. He picked you up and both of you started to make out. He was rubbing you’re nipples and pulling on them while he explores your mouth with his tongue. You both let go while a string of saliva was attached to each other’s tongue. He then spread your ass checks and had his dick angled at your entrance. You had your chest on the bed and your ass up in the sky without any warning he pushed his dick all the way in. You moaned so loud and a tear slipped out your eyes and you ass kept clapping from his slamming into your so loud and fast he then picked you up spreading both you legs so you can see his dick going in you back and forth. You’re chest was going up and down while he snatches your lips and started to make out with your not letting you catch a breath . His thrusts got more sloppy and then he finally pushed you all the way down his dick and cums in you. You both moans and he takes he dick out with a plopping sound seeing the cum ooze out his dick. He saw the mess that was in front of him see you with your mouth open and tongue out seeing tears flowing down you checks. He then put you down under the sheets and kiss your forehead. “ We can clean this up tomorrow and maybe round two”. You were to dumb fucked to respond so he wrapped his arms around you and put his dick on between your tights. Then he pushed you on his chest as you eyes rolled back and you smiled then you both went to bed.

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hello again sorry for the story not being good enough again my English is not that good but I hoped you enjoyed the story.

[free-for-all-fics]

Part 2 of my Modern Lioncourt Saga ft. Rockstar Lestat and you as his sister! Again, special thanks to @une-lueur-dans-la-nuit for the French and other additional dialogue! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! 🎸❤️🩸

Part 2: Gossip is a Girl’s Best Friend

Juliette spends the Lyft journey to your and Lestat’s place girding her loins for what she might find. You only sent her a vague text telling her that she looked like someone who could hang, so she should come over ASAP and bring her makeup bag with her, followed by a second text in all caps emphasizing to NOT forget the makeup bag, then a third text that was just a bunch of heart and kissy face emojis. Having worked for you and Lestat as long as she has, she knows that that text could either mean you want to celebrate something and are feeling giddy, or you “went overboard” as you like to call it, and now need her to make arrangements to dispose of a dead body or two that are hanging from the ceiling before the housekeeping comes in to clean up any other traces of your wild night. There’s a very real possibility it could be either a grumpy, monosyllabic you and/or Lestat answering the door covered head to toe in blood, eyes dilated from anger or lust, (That’s the problem with vampires; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.) fangs poking out, or it could mean you and/or Lestat being drunk off your asses from drug- and alcohol-infused blood and melting into giggly messes as you let loose and abuse your vampire powers - the Cloud Gift to float, both literally and figuratively high as kites and bouncing off the walls, the Mind Gift to freeze time and puppeteer people, etc., all to pull crazy and stupid pranks for your entertainment. She’s been warned about when either of you are in one of your moods. She knows by now it’s almost always either a party or a massacre. The cacophonous sounds of loud rock music, indiscernible chatter, and laughter coming through the intercom as an unknown man, probably a security guard, comes on the screen only confirms what she already knows to be true.

“Do you have an appointment?”

Juliette leans over the driver so the guard can see her. “I’m Juliette, Mr. And Ms. Lioncourt’s PA. I just wanted to—”

“Employed by the Lioncourts or not, all visitors are required to make a reser—”

You shoo the guard away. “Get back to work! Go walk Mojo or something! What is it? Who are you? What do you want?” You press your face closer to get a better look. You can see it’s Juliette. “My god, you’ve gotten even fatter.” You almost smash the keypad as you buzz her into the house that’s more like a mansion, complete with a wrought iron gate that slowly opens, allowing Juliette’s Lyft to drive through. “Come in. Come, come.”

The cacophony of loud music blasting and nearly 200 guests, both vampire and human, chatting and yelling amongst themselves as they gorge themselves on food, alcohol, blood, drugs, and sex nearly makes your and Lestat’s house shake and vibrate. The lights, the colors, the sparkles and the glitter, the sounds, and the smells nearly make Juliette’s senses overwhelmed.

“Oh hey, babe!” You fling open the door and wrap your arms around her. Your corset, stockings, short skirt, and heeled boots combined with your jewelry, hair, and makeup make you look like a princess that’s a mix between the Rococo/Baroque period of France and 80’s gothic glam rock. Juliette’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. This is…unexpected. Yet not. The house is heaving with people. A mess of half-dressed bodies bouncing to the music with the beauty of oiled-up professional dancers, some in drag while others are stripping. From the corner of her eye, Juliette can faintly catch a glimpse of people drinking blood and/or having sex in “private” rooms only sealed off by velvet curtains. Like a very debauched music video, all body glitter and taut torsos, the air is thick with the scent of weed, sweat, blood, and sex. It’s repulsive and intoxicating at the same time. Whatever the fuck is happening here, it’s about a whisper away from an orgy. Not that you or Lestat are morally against that. You and he could fuck them and then eat them. Neither of you would turn down dinner and a show.

You take Juliette by the hand and, together, you retreat from the crowd and the noise to the relative calm of your massive bedroom upstairs, complete with an in-suite bathroom and two spacious walk-in closets which, luckily, is separate from Lestat’s room. You’ve half-joked before that if you and your brother had to share a room, you’d probably fuck or murder each other in some drugged and sleep deprived delirium after consuming blood from intoxicated people.

“Sorry about the chaos and the mess. Lestat and I decided to throw a house party to celebrate the release of our new album and the end of our tour. Usually the After Party is enough but, since tonight is the last show, we really wanted to go all out before taking a break from touring to work on the next album and book. Go out with a bang, as they say. Except we’re taking it literally. Don’t worry, though. My and Lestat’s bedrooms are strictly off limits, so nobody has been in there except us and whoever we invite in. We’re safe in here for tonight, and then we’ll get our maids to clean up and spray down and disinfect everything with alcohol so that, by tomorrow morning, this place will be looking brand new.”

Juliette gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you.

“I’m serious! The floor will be so clean you’ll be able to eat off of it. Yum yum! Anyway, thanks for coming. I’m looking forward to you being there tonight. I know this was unexpected of us. Lestat and I are often unpredictable, so I really appreciate your flexibility. Do not get the wrong idea about this, though. We’re not like friends or anything.”

“Oh yeah, I know.”

“No. It’s just that you’ve cleaned up after Lestat’s and I’s bloody messes and covered up our murders so many times I was starting to feel bad. Like, I don’t know, I need to throw you a bone soon or it’s gonna be bad karma. Like my Porsche or house is gonna get swallowed up by a sinkhole or something. I don’t know. What are bad things that happen to people? Only good things happen to me because I do charitable work like this. Je suis une sainte. (I’m a saint.) So my actual friends are gonna be here at 11. I asked you to come early because I figured you were gonna come looking…like this…and we need plenty of time to do something about it. You know the last thing I need is for you to embarrass me in front of my friends with…this whole look.”

“We’re going through this again?”

“Yeah. So I wanted this to be a one-on-one thing so I didn’t call Lestat. Usually we do everything together but I wanted this to be one-on-one. But now that we are rockstars, have our own makeup brand and fashion magazine, and are writing our own books in response to Molloy’s trashy bestseller, we started off on a really high note and we want to keep riding that high. So before I accept you into my friend group, we really have to do something about your look.”

“I thought we weren’t friends?”

“Hush, babes. That’s why I called you over today. No offense or anything but we need to maintain a certain image. Before you buy anything, you have to consult with your friends just to make sure, you know, that we like the outfit because, sometimes, you might have tastes or you might like something that one of us doesn’t like and, if we don’t like what you’re wearing, we’re not gonna ask you to join us because we surround ourselves only with people that will obviously be bringing our reputations up, not dragging them through the mud. Like we have a really good name for ourselves so that’s what we do. We ask each other for advice and, if I can be totally honest with you, just keep this our little secret, but my and Lestat’s opinions are the ones that matter the most. Andy’s great. Tough Cookie’s…wonderful. And Larry is…Larry. But my and Lestat’s opinions are the ones you want down pat, okay? Because we pretty much made them who they are. Like, they weren’t anything before so we pretty much made them who they are today. D’ailleurs (by the way) where were you on Saturday?”

“I can’t remember.”

“What do you mean you can’t remember? Saturday? Hello? Weekend? You didn’t come to my party. Why is that?”

“Oh, I had a family dinner to attend.”

“Family dinner? How sweet. Dinners don’t run until like midnight, though, so where did you go after?”

“I went to the mall.”

“Uh huh.”

“My cousins came from out of state and I wanted to spend time with them before they went back home.”

“What do you mean you wanted to spend time with your cousins? Okay. You could’ve just brought them with you, you know. Are you coming with me to the After Party tonight?”

“I can’t come tonight. Sorry.”

“No? Why not?”

“I already made plans and have to get up early tomorrow.”

“For what? Clarinet practice or something? Qu’elle ingrate.” (She is so ungrateful.)

“I’ve got a date, so I ca—”

You cough in surprise and fan your face. “I’m sorry, I think the dry shampoo fumes are getting to me. Did you say a date? Oh my god. What a world we live in, like literally anything can happen. Kind of beautiful when you think about it. I didn’t even know you had a crush on anyone. So, spill, spill, spill.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Oh my god, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I’d rather not. It doesn’t seem appropriate. Since you’re like, my boss…”

“Why not? Because we’re not friends? Okay, well, I’ve just decided we’re friends now. So now that we’re besties officially, I hope you’re aware that if at any point, you do happen to develop a crush, no matter how small, you are legally obligated to inform me and your secret will be safe with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“But vampires can read minds, though…”

“Ugh. If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay. Fine. I have eight of them - wait no, seven. Why do you look so surprised?”

“I just…uh…thought it would be more, given your...” Juliette is too afraid to finish her sentence by saying “age.”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like trying to meet another vampire?”

“Um…”

“It’s totally impossible! There’s maybe only a hundred of us in the world at any given time and the majority of them are total dicks. Trying to increase the vampire population is a fool’s quest. You make one, and two go insane and kill themselves the same day. And there’s no vampires in this city, except for Lestat.”

“Ew.”

“I know. I thought about it. Il est beau. (He is good looking.)”

“Ewww!”

“Well, what am I gonna do?!”

“You’re gonna do your brother?!”

“NO! I just thought about it!” You huff and move your hair out of your face and behind your shoulder. “One of my crushes used to be Grace, but I forgot, last week, I overheard her tell Stephanie that she doesn’t think Sheila should be made to feel embarrassed or sent home for coming to work without makeup. Isn’t that insane? Like what is wrong with some people, seriously? It’s just the cavalier disregard for our employee appearance policy. So now Grace has been officially moved from my crush list to my hit list, which is…five people. Yeah. Five. I’m proud of myself for that. It used to be…fifty-three. It shrank so much - not because I killed those people or anything - but just because one of my new century’s resolutions was to forgive and forget. All of my enemies from the last century have been pardoned. Even Richard. That guy stuck gum in my hair because I didn’t wanna go to Phantasmagoria with him. That was a hard one to let go of, but I did it. I did it in the name of personal growth.”

“Very impressive.”

“Your turn. Who’s the lucky cutie?”

“Kevin—”

“Kevin? Are you serious? Like larper Kevin? Répugnant. (Gross.) Ugh, babes, are you actually trying to kill me? Anyone but larper Kevin…. Yesterday at lunch I saw him eating baked beans. What is that, like Shrek food? Répugnant. (Gross.) Oh my god. Girl, you are so out of his league. And I never thought those words would be coming out of my mouth but, Jesus, you can do so much better. “

“I don’t know, I like him…”

“But yeah, whatever. Heart wants what the heart wants, I guess. And your heart wants Mr. Dungeons and Dragons from the Renaissance Faire. Good for you. So here we are, I guess. Better any date than none. How did he ask you?”

“He left a little note in my locker. It was very sweet actually.”

“He left a note in your locker? Aww, is he like shy or something? That’s cute. Ou pas.” (Or not.)

“He’s going to meet me at the concert and we’re gonna go out to eat after, then we have a date tomorrow morning—”

“Aww, and where’s he taking you tomorrow?”

“Coffee and then Barnes and Noble. He said, ‘I’ll get you whichever book you want.’”

You snap your fingers. “Okay, work, Kevin’s got a little game. Make sure you pick out a fat hardback and a plushie. Barnes and Noble always has the best selection of plushies. I swear like half of my Squishable collection is from there. Be careful, though. Girls get crazy trying to grab the one they want. Nearly lost my life over a rainbow caterpillar one time. I came out on top though, of course.” You tap your nails together. “These nails are both fashionable and functional. Okay, I’m thrilled for you about this date but I do have some uh…concerns. Are you planning on stopping at home first to get ready?”

“No, I’m going to meet him as I am now.”

Your eyes widen and you suck in air, seething through your teeth as you try not to physically grimace. “Ummmm. Are you aware that you look like a crypt keeper or not?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad!”

“That’s what I thought! Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re gonna sit back and relax and I’m going to do the heavy lifting, the miracle working I’m so known and so loved for. I love makeovers. You’re gonna look so amazing by the end of it.” You pull Juliette by her hands to get her to move to a different chair next to your vanity mirror, where all your supplies are. You want to be able to get a proper look at her with your ring light.

“Oh my god, where to begin, where to begin? I guess the main emergency staring me right in the face right now are the creatures lurking above your eyeballs. Girl, what are these eyebrows? You have like a unibrow situation going on. Not pretty. Literally possum mode. C’est fou comme cette fille se moque de son apparence! (It’s crazy how this girl doesn’t care about her look!) Mmkay. Well, I could just fix your unibrow if you want.”

“My unibrow…? I don’t have—”

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t mean like you have a unibrow or anything, I’m just saying like, if you want, I could fix the situation happening between your eyebrows is what I meant.”

“Sure?”

“Okay, cool. So the first thing we’re going to do is definitely work on this situation right here because…you have really great eyebrows, but…they just need a bit of structure, you know? Let me just get rid of that for you. You don’t wanna look like a gorilla.” You start to shake your bottle of cleanser. “You’re not wearing any products on your eyebrows, are you?”

“Nope, don’t need to!”

“Yeah, thought so. But you never know.” You spray the cleanser on a makeup removal pad. “Maybe you’re lying to me like Armand, that crazy psycho skankaroodledoo...”

“What—?”

“But anyway. I’m gonna wipe around your eyebrows just in case you’re lying.”

“I’m not!”

“I know you’re not, but like…you know, just to be on the safe side. Wipe away debris and stuff, whatever. Okay. Come closer. You have such nice eyebrows, oh my god. I wish I had your eyebrows. Mine are such a mess. Just gonna remove that spot right there and see if you’re lying to me. I don’t think you are. Oh, look at that. Clean. You were telling the truth. That’s good. I guess I should start trusting you a little bit more but I have major trust issues because you know the things I’ve been through and like, you know me. Mais c’est la vie.” (But this is how life is.) Let me get in there with some tweezers. Luckily for you, these are industrial strength titanium limited edition 5770’s Rubis Switzerland. Yeah, I don’t think anything less would quite cut it. No need to worry, I am an eyebrow virtuoso. Everyone in the whole studio comes to me. I wouldn’t expect you to be quite clued in enough to be aware of that, but yeah. I am known internet-wide as ‘The Eyebrow Girl.’”

“The Eyebrow Girl?” Juliette tries not to laugh.

“Well, yeah and I think you can see why. Okay. So now I’m just gonna go ahead and shape your eyebrows, okay? Just hold still. Let’s get in there and get them in a more respectable shape. Let’s get in between there.”

“Ouch!!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, did that hurt you? Sorry, I don’t, like, know my own strength. If I’m hurting you, just let me know, okay? But like…try to handle your pain tolerance. Women aren’t wimps. Well, real women aren’t anyway. We can handle our pain. Right? So just hold still—”

"Sister, I'm back home!” Lestat’s voice is loud enough to be heard over the voices and music blasting from downstairs, even though he just came through the front door.

You don’t answer him back, focusing on Juliette.

“Sister!! Why aren't you here to greet me!? Where are you??" He yells, his voice more insistent and having an almost whiny tone to it.

"I'm upstairs," you groan in annoyance.

Lestat rushes upstairs, opening your bedroom door. He lurks in the doorway, pouting by the lack of attention he got from you, his precious, darling, baby sister. “Knock, knock! Hi, girls!”

“Lestat! Leave us alone! I’m trying to give my friend a makeover.”

“Oh parce que c’est ton amie maintenant?” (Oh, because she is your friend now?)

“Elle fait de son mieux et c’est important que je fasse attention à mon karma.” (She is doing her best and it’s important that I take care of my karma.)

“Ah je vois. C’est vrai qu’elle n’est ni jolie ni très intelligente… Tant mieux pour elle si tu t’intéresse à elle!” (Ah, I see. It’s true she isn’t pretty nor smart… good for her if you are interested in her!)

“Parfait, nous sommes d’accord. (Perfect, we agree.) Can you go now?”

“I just wanted to know if I could get you anything. Tu sais, comme je suis un frère aimant et attentionné… Pas comme tu peux l’être avec moi.” (You know, since I'm a caring and loving brother…not like you can be with me.)

“No, we don’t want anything, thank you. Bye.”

“Are you sure? Not even some champagne?”

“Bye.”

“Or some blood?”

“Bye!”

“Oh, but Sister—”

“Oh my god.”

“Anything at all—”

“Lestat. I swear, you’re like a child som— Wait… Is that my top?”

“No…”

“Lestat! I’ve been looking for that!”

“It’s yours?”

“That’s what I said! You just decided you were gonna borrow it without asking?”

“We’re siblings, we shouldn’t have to ask. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours. You can go into my stuff and borrow whatever you want at any time. What were you saving it for? You haven’t even worn it.”

“Because you took it from my closet without asking or telling me!”

“You weren’t going to wear it tonight though, so…let me borrow it. I’ve already been to the mall and it sucked!”

“Are you going to wear it to the concert tonight?”

“Yeah…’cause it’s a cute top— I just—wanted to borrow it…”

“Fine, whatever. Just give it back when you’re done.”

“Je t’aime?” (I love you?)

“Great. Bye.”

“Come on, Let me stay. We can play 'boyfriend/girlfriend' like we used to. This looks an awful lot like a slumber party and isn’t it a rule to always share the bed and play games at slumber parties?”

“If you really want to be here that much, are you going to help me with this? Or are you too pretty?”

Lestat pouts even more. “I’m too pretty.”

“Then why don’t you go bleach your mustache instead of being needy and annoying!?”

“You didn’t even say ‘I love you’ back. Tu es si méchante avec moi.” (You’re so mean to me.)

“Love you too.”

Lestat finally leaves.

“Mon dieu, he is so weird.”

“He really lov—” Juliette starts, but gets interrupted by you holding up a hand.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to be quiet for just a second ‘cause I don’t wanna accidentally over pluck and then you’re just gonna hate me. Can’t have that, sooo. Too many other people hate me. Well, at least I’m not Celeste. She thinks the whole world hates her ‘cause she hasn’t been invited to the Immortals’ Ball by Lestat or I.”

“The what?”

“You remember Celeste? She did your hair for you last time.”

“No, no, the part about the ball.”

“Oh, right. You don’t know what the Immortals’ Ball is. Okay, so now that we’re like friends or whatever, I’ve got to clue you in on all the current gossip. All the important happenings around here. Definitely can’t have you being around me and Lestat and oblivious. You might say the wrong thing to the wrong person and cause irreparable social damage but this should all stay between us, okay? Good. Like top secret. Highly classified information.”

“I won’t say a word, I promise.”

“So the Immortals’ Ball is the largest party of the year in the vampire community. It’s this really big, lavish affair. Lestat and I first began hosting it at our family castle in Auvergne in the early 19th century shortly after our transformations and the deaths of our remaining family members. Only the most elite vampires are invited. There’s a very strict social criteria you must meet to get an invitation. You must be ancient, rich, fashionable, influential, or famous. Anybody who’s anybody is there. The only humans in attendance either work for us, like you, or are food. Lestat and I did something similar in New Orleans with Louis and Claudia but we put a twist on it and, instead of vampires, we invited humans and gave boutonnières to whoever we picked to kill. We fasted for three days so the blood would taste all the more sweeter when we gorged ourselves. It was 18th century Baroque/Rococo themed. We dressed up all in white and had our wigs and makeup styled to perfection, there was a parade and Lestat was Raj, King of Mardi Gras, so we got to perform on a float, we hosted a masquerade ball… It was absolutely immaculate and decadent. It was just like the old days in Paris. C’était divin, mais les temps changent. (It was divine, but times/things change.) Everything was going perfectly. Well…until Lestat and I started choking and vomiting up blood. Claudia poisoned us. She and Louis slit our throats. Lestat and I bled out so much, we would’ve died if Louis hadn’t decided against burning us in the incinerator and stuffed us in old trunks instead. We survived by feeding on rats and other vermin in a landfill.”

“That’s quite mean… Who are they though?”

“Who’s Louis and Claudia? Claudia was like a daughter to Lestat and a niece to me. Louis was Lestat’s companion and lover, and he was a good friend. Whatever you do, don’t mention their names to Lestat, okay? Claudia…died, and Louis left. It’s still a painful subject for him, and Louis collaborating with Daniel to write that book of lies about us hasn’t done anything to help Lestat get over Claudia’s death or Louis’ leaving. It’s a story for another time. Leave the subject alone for now, okay?”

“Yes, of course. I won’t bring it up again unless you do.”

“Anyway, we started missing our old ways, right? So we are planning for this year’s ball. There’ll be music, costumes, Cirque du Soleil performers, seances, demon summonings, witchcraft... There’ll be this - well, hopefully if I can get one - this really big like ten foot blood fountain where everybody can, like, help themselves and I’m going to try to speak to Christine and see if she can get human celebrities. Cela sera l’évènement de la décennie!” (It will be the event of the decade!)

“Human celebrities? What for…?”

“I was kind of thinking we could just maybe lay them on the table and everybody could just help themselves but I think that would be a little bit tacky. So I thought maybe we could just suspend them from the ceiling and then people could have their photo taken with them and just have a little snack or something. But I’m not really sure which one I wanna go for. What do you think?”

“I’m not too sure. I’m not a party planner or event coordinator… But you were talking about Celeste, you know…”

“Oh yeah…I was telling you about Celeste. Celeste has been our stylist for centuries. She provides us with all of our beauty treatments. She has looked after us for many, many decades now. She has been coveting an invitation for our Immortals’ Ball ever since she graduated from the College of Undead Beauty. Unfortunately for her, it’s never going to come. She says it’s because we just keep forgetting her invitation, which is a lie, by the way. We totally do not. Nous n’oublions jamais rien. (We never forget about anything.) Lestat and I invited our nail tech last year and she’s still butthurt about that. Don’t get me wrong, while Lestat and I do our own hair and makeup most of the time, she still does amazing work. I can understand why she’s upset. It doesn’t seem fair that she’s the one providing all the glam, and all the niceties for all vampires that go and every single year she’s the one that stays behind. She must feel like Cinderella. She keeps saying her invite got lost in the mail, and I keep saying that it’s not personal, she just doesn’t fit the criteria we’ve put in place for guests.”

“It sounds personal though…”

“If it was personal, I’d bring it up to her how she’s just always been…too much of a people pleaser, if that makes sense. She’s always been obsessed with rising through the ranks of the vampire social hierarchy. Always willing to pull out hair, nails, and teeth - even her own - to get people like Lestat and I whatever we wanted. One time I sent her to Tommy Hilfiger’s daughter’s house to buy a dress off of her that I wanted. It looks better on me than it does on her. Celeste would often show her affection for Lestat or I by being at our side as much as possible and trying to say or do whatever she thought would keep her in our good graces. Once, when Lestat was very, very, very upset, he turned to Celeste and drained her of nearly all her blood during a sexual tryst. He then left her naked on his chaise to recuperate alone and considered it a kindness he didn’t just throw her out onto the curb.”

“Oh my god!”

“I don’t condone what he did, I just think it’s weird, the effect Lestat and I have on people - even other vampires. More recently, Celeste tried to get into the limousine with Lestat and I to go to an After Party after one of our concerts, but he pushed her out and slammed the door in her face. She had to get a ride separately from us. Oh my god, that reminds me, at that same After Party, Celeste was hitting on Lestat’s most recent human partner all night. Celeste has always liked Lestat, but usually he and I have people surrounding us, so she can’t make any moves and usually just lurks around, hoping to be called on by one of us for something. Lestat and I have had a revolving door of human lovers. Frivolous hookups and one night stands that never amount to anything. It’s just sex for me but, for Lestat, it’s rebound after rebound for him to try to get over Louis. But try as he might, Lestat hasn’t found anyone who’s come close to being Louis’ metaphorical twin. Anyway, Lestat went out for a smoke or something, giving Celeste the perfect opportunity to swoop in and hit on his boyfriend or girlfriend for that night. They fell for it hook, line, and sinker like humans always do. They ended up making out in the closet. Someone opened the door and got a picture catching them in the act, posted it to Snapchat, and now Lestat is out for blood, telling everyone Celeste has Herpes. Yikes. So now Celeste has been officially moved from Lestat’s guest list to his blacklist. Yeah, she’s not invited to our parties anymore. Once her job is done, we have a car pick her up and take her straight home. After suffering humiliation after humiliation, Celeste should hate us, yet here she is, still working for us and wanting us to like her. I still try to be nice to her to like, keep the peace or whatever, but I can’t exactly call her my friend. And the meaner Lestat is to her, the more Celeste tries to win Lestat back. It’s weird, right? Like totally desperate and sad. Pathétique même. (Pathetic even.) It’s like she thinks it’s better to be in our social circle, hating life than to not be in at all. I wish she’d get a grip already. Lestat’s 6’0, not Jesus. Anyway.”

“I kinda feel bad for her…”

“Ugh, don’t. You should tell me a secret now too or I won’t keep feeding you with all the vampire gossip. You know, friends are supposed to share stuff and, for the moment, I’m the only one—”

“I’m French.”

“What?”

“I’m French.”

“I thought you were Canadian?”

“Nope. French.”

“French Canadian?”

“Nope. French as in Parisian.”

“Oh. You’re from the motherland?”

“Yup. I was born and raised in France. I only recently moved to America.”

“So you understood…?”

“Yeah, je parle Français évidemment.” (Yeah, I speak French obviously.)

“Oh… you heard and understood Lestat and I the whole time and didn’t say anything. Well. Egg on our faces. Um. Well.” You clear your throat and carry on. You don’t admit you’re wrong or apologize, nor will you ever. Typical Lioncourt behavior. You just go back to gossiping.

“Marius got dumped by Bianca. He’s telling everyone he dumped her but he didn’t. She dropped him. They had been together for like 500 years, but Bianca overheard him pleading for Pandora, his ex-girlfriend, to leave her companion, Arjun, and run away with him and, when that didn’t work, he said he would leave Bianca if Pandora were to come back to him. Poor Bianca was so distraught by what Marius said, she just up and left, ignoring his protests that he was out of his mind when he offered to leave her. And to add insult to injury, Pandora still rejected him. This is like the third time he’s tried and failed to win her back. He knows it makes him look désespéré (desperate) to keep crawling back time and time again, but he’s obsessed with her. He definitely has a thing for younger women. He met her when she was ten and he was twenty-five and he asked her father for permission to marry her, but he refused.”

“Oh my god, that’s fucking nasty!!”

“Right!? Like I know it was like eons ago, like before 21 CE or whatever, but…yikes. Even Marius knows their breakups were his fault. I wish he’d just write a sad poem in his journal and move on already. He’s such a simp for Pandora and I just don’t get it. She’s pretty, but she’s not the Queen of the Damned.”

“Because the Queen of the Damned exists?!”

“Oh yeah, speaking of simps and the Queen of the Damned, that reminds me - there’s this other vampire, Thorne. He’s like a Viking warrior originally called Thornevald that was sent to slay a vampire-witch that had been killing villagers and stealing their eyes. Thorne found the vampire and learned that she had no eyes of her own, and must take eyes from her victims to see.”

“Wait what?!”

“Yeah and after a time, the mortal eyes wore out in her immortal body and she had to take another pair from one of her victims. And wouldn’t you know it? This vampire was Maharet, one of the most ancient vampires and twin sister of Mekare, the current reigning Queen of the Damned who took over after Akasha’s death so all vampires wouldn’t like explode into bloody bits on the spot. Something about an evil spirit cursing Akasha and making her the first vampire and the evil spirit inside her body being too much to contain but, with each new vampire she made, it decreased her bloodlust or weakened the evil spirit inside her and kept it dormant or something? So it’s like all vampires’ lives are connected like a web and if the Queen of the Damned dies without someone taking her place as host to this evil spirit, then all vampires just drop dead out of nowhere? I don’t know the full details on how it all works. Lestat spent much more time with Akasha than I did. He knew her intimately. And I mean that both ways. Anyway, Maharet didn’t slay Thorne but turned him into a vampire and kept him as her companion. Super weird flex, but okay. If it were me, I would’ve put him down centuries ago and just been done with him. He had major issues. Like he was weirdly jealous of Maharet's attention to the other vampires.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me of someone…” Juliette hums, thinking of the way Lestat can sometimes be with you.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing!”

“Anyways, if she would blow him off to hang out with other insanely gorgeous vampires, he’d be like, ‘why didn’t you call me back!?’ and Maharet would be like, ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’ and Thorne was so tilted by Maharet’s blasé attitude and malded so hard that he eventually left her and laid asleep for centuries in the ice of the far north in a self-induced pity party.”

“The melodramatics of men, I swear...”

“I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. Total incel energy. I don’t even- whatever. He was awakened from his moping when Marius made contact with him using the Mind Gift. Thorne journeyed south and found Marius in a large city near the Arctic Circle. Marius said he enjoyed it there as the noonday darkness ‘allowed him to live more like a normal person.’

“A normal person??”

“I think he was just too heartbroken and embarrassed to show his face to anyone after the Bianca and Pandora thing, but was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Marius thought he and Thorne could relate to each other and bond over their ‘girl troubles’ or ‘doomed love lives,” you used air quotes. “So he took him to his home but discovered that Thorne still harbored a jealous rage for Maharet, which…”

“I take it Marius wasn’t impressed with him at all?”

“…Duh. Like no shit, Sherlock. Anybody could see that. Like I said, major issues we don’t have the time to unpack, so let’s just throw the whole suitcase away. Marius knew that Maharet could easily destroy Thorne if he tried to fight her, so Marius tried to dissuade him from his suicidal obsession. Thorne listened to Marius's account of his life and what he learned as a vampire. He was particularly interested in the story of the brutal attack on Marius by the vampire Santino and his Satanic cult of followers. Santino and his cult burned Marius in his house and kidnapped his apprentice, Armand.”

“Armand? Oh my god, I thought there weren't that many vampires!?”

“Armand is… Ugh. Girl, don’t even get me started. Seriously, we don’t have time for me to explain it all right now, and he’s his own can of worms. It’d take me an entire day to even begin to scratch the surface of explaining who Armand is to you. He’s such a hot mess. He couldn’t even decide what name he wanted to go by. Andrei, Arun, Amadeo, Armand… like dude, just pick one and stick to it! We had a couple of different like really horrible things happen to us because of this vampire…Armand. Yeah, he broke the cycle for a bit. Totally made it…just awful. Like it was such an awful, awful period of time for us. All I can say about him for now is that he fucked up Lestat real bad. I can’t even begin to get into how much Armand broke him, but to give you an idea of what he’s like, I’ll just say this: No one has been able to make Lestat cry the way Armand made Lestat cry. And that's saying something because our abusive father and older brothers and Magnus came before Armand, but the other tortures Lestat and I endured were...brief. We ran away from home, the abuse from our father and brothers stopped. Magnus died and that abuse stopped too. No one in vampiric history has matched Armand's level of crazy. Armand is a petty and spiteful little bitch who, instead of moving the fuck on, has decided to dedicate the rest of his immortal existence to torturing Lestat. It has become his favorite pastime.”

“This is so terrible! I’m sorry you went through this… Kinda explains a lot too. But why did Armand hate Lestat that much?”

“Why? Because Lestat grew bored of the Theatre Des Vampires and left him. Seriously. That’s it. He chose himself and me over Armand, and we left France together and went to New Orleans because our father was there and we took care of him until he died. Armand didn’t like not being the center of Lestat’s universe. He couldn’t reconcile with the fact that Lestat was the center of Lestat’s universe. You know that saying, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’? Even scorned women would look at Armand and tell him to take a dirt nap and chill the fuck out. Everything about Armand just messes with a person's mind. It's the way he's not even chasing Lestat around that gets to us. He’s really out in the world somewhere like, ‘I'm old enough to be your biggest problem by staying in the same spot for five centuries.’ He’s like a leech or a cockroach that refuses to die and won’t leave us alone. So Lestat and I keep him under total…like, he’s under our eyes at all times. We cannot have him mess with us. He gaslights, he gatekeeps… Even Marius abandoned him after determining he was a lost cause. I think he was afraid of the monster he had created. All that trauma and abuse and brainwashing and memory loss… No amount of therapy can fix him. So we’re very hesitant about him. We don’t trust him at all. And we’re not even talking badly about him anyway, it’s just facts. He can’t be trusted. But we wanna keep a close eye on him just in case.”

“Okay, that’s an odd choice. I wouldn’t do that at all.”

“Hello? First rule of war: Friends close, enemies closer. Back to what I was saying before, at the end of the tale, Thorne questioned Marius why he hadn’t taken revenge on Santino and offered to help kill him. Marius explained that Maharet now ruled the vampires as regent for her mute sister, Mekare, and Maharet forbade it. Marius pleaded with Thorne to forget the past and talk of revenge, but Thorne still insisted on Marius taking him to see Maharet. Marius reluctantly agreed and the pair were mysteriously whisked away. They awoke in a jungle location, where Maharet lived in seclusion with her sister, the new Queen of the Damned. Several other vampires were present, including Pandora, Armand, and Santino.”

“Tell me you’re making everything up… It’d make a great telenovela.”

“You have no idea. Anyways, after a brief, bitter back and forth between all these crusty vampires with clashing personalities that contained varying levels of toxicity, Marius admitted that he still wanted to kill Santino. But he wouldn’t because Maharet forbade it, and Marius believed that for Maharet's rule over the vampires to be valid, all vampires had to obey her. It had to be unanimous. The joys of political meetings between vampires. Ugh. But Thorne had absolutely zero chill and abruptly killed Santino himself and then attacked Maharet in a jealous rage. Mekare came to her sister's aid and easily pulled Thorne away because his strength compared to theirs was like that of a newborn baby. Thorne, knowing he fucked around and was about to find out, whispered a request to the mute Queen as they struggled and she complied. Mekare removed Thorne's eyes from their sockets and handed them to Maharet. Maharet accepted the gift and bound Thorne with ropes made of her hair. Lestat likes to make bondage jokes about it, how it’s ‘kinky’ and he’s ‘totally been there before’, but I think it’s just so gross and unhygienic. It’s the only material strong enough to hold a vampire, I guess, but I hope she uses shampoo and conditioner. I’ll send her some of the hair products from Bloodlust for free if she wants me to.”

“Wait, wait, wait… How can it be the strongest material…? I… what?”

“It reminds me of people I see on TikTok that propose with ‘rings’ made out of their greasy, unwashed hair that’s probably riddled with dandruff or lice. Disgusting. Fans ask Lestat and I for locks of our hair all the time and it’s whatever since it grows back in seconds for us. It’s a nice little side hustle we got going on. It’s crazy how much people are willing to spend on a small lock of our hair. Franz Liszt actually gave us the idea when he told us he used to send locks of his hair to women, but started sending dog hair to admirers instead when he got tired of doing it. So now we send dog hair to people we don’t like, and they’re none the wiser because the dog hair is always similar in color and texture to our hair.”

“Did you say you have dog hair?” Juliette asks with a raised eyebrow and you pretend you don’t hear her.

“What was I saying? Oh yeah. So Thorne is Maharet's eternal prisoner now. She treats him like a pet but, last I heard, he’s happy knowing that the object of his obsession will always be near him and that her new eyes will last her forever. To each their own, I guess, but, in my opinion, he’s so delulu it’s kind of sad.”

“I never imagined things could be like that. Gosh, I’m glad I’m not a vampire.”

You catch something, or rather, someone out of the corner of your eye from the open doorway. Lestat is awful about closing the door behind him whenever he leaves. Your eyes squint in suspicion. “Don’t move. It’s that Lioncourt wannabe clone watching me. Technically she’s my new Personal Shopper. Faker. Poser. Seriously, she's been copying my outfits all week. I can't take it any longer. I swear I’m gonna snap. I swear I’m gonna snap. You can’t - you’ve gotta like - yeah.”

“I’d be grateful if I didn’t have to stop you from hurting her though… I’ve cleaned up enough blood this week already.”

“She’s supposed to be bargaining and compromising with other celebrities, basically buying them off because they have stuff I want, but instead she’s been copying the way I do my makeup, the way I do my hair, all of my outfits…except hers are knockoffs because she can’t ever hope to afford the genuine articles in her natural lifetime, but still, I’m— I can’t, I can’t. Well, you know how Lestat and I get most of our clothes custom-made? Well, sometimes he likes to buy lots of outfits for us from designer collections, and occasionally there’s a 2 for 1 sale and he buys double the clothes because there’s two of us and we play around with gender a lot in our looks, kind of exploring our femininity and masculinity, challenging the constraints of both, whatever.”

“Oh yeah, fuck genders. Androgyny is fun too.”

“Yeah, that’s the word - androgyny. Androgynous. Yeah, like David Bowie.”

“Was he the one who first inspired you and Lestat?”

“Actually, no. He is an inspiration to us, but he wasn’t our first. It was our mother.”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah, our mother, Gabrielle. After her transformation, Lestat procured for her an extravagant dress to replace the one she died in since it was covered in blood and excrement stains, but then she killed a man and took his clothing for herself, discarding the dress. She only wore dresses on rare occasions after that, and she did it only to please Lestat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she called him her phallus and lived her life through him before we parted ways from her.”

“With all due respect, this is really fucked up. And I didn’t know Lestat turned your mother…?”

“Didn’t I mention that Lestat turned our mother before he turned me? Whoops. Well, now you know.”

“Is she still, well, not alive, but…around?”

“Yeah, she’s still around. She’s in Egypt now, I think. Yeah.”

“That’s cool, I guess? What is she like? What does she look like?”

“Best way I can describe her in a way that’ll make sense to you is, imagine Lestat if he was female. Yeah, she has cobalt blue eyes and long yellow-blonde curly hair just like Lestat’s, but her features are smaller, more kittenish. She tried to cut her hair short when she was first made.”

“She did? Was it very long?”

“Yeah, she tried to just chop it all off into a blunt bob, but it grew back to its original length the next night. She was shaken and horrified. She’d tuck her hair beneath a cap. Yeah, she’s…what’s the word? Transgender? Transmasculine? Lestat and I haven’t seen her since saying goodbye to her and parting ways in Egypt, but her candor and comportment was that of a man. Her girlish and kittenish facial traits kept her from carrying off the ruse successfully, though.”

“I hope she is doing okay… What are you looking at? Oh. the Lioncourt wannabe.”

“But this girl…she does not have to choose my Outfit Of The Day the day I’m wearing it, right? Like, that’s just messed up. Whatever.”

“Take a deep breath, please.”

“Anyway, Okay. Calm. Oh no. She’s coming over here. Just don’t make eye contact. Just…”

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it’s you! It’s been so long! Where have you been?”

“Uh, hello?”

“Seriously. Oh my gosh, did you hear what just happened?”

“Can’t you see that this is my bedroom and that I’m doing something? C’est incroyable comme les gens ne connaissent plus le respect ni la politesse de nos jours.” (It’s crazy how people don’t know respect nor politeness nowadays.)

“Oh, I’m sorry! The door was open so I thought… I just… What are you doing exactly?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I was just wondering if you or your friend wanted help.”

“Well, Juliette came to me for help.” You emphasize Juliette’s name, making a subtle dig at the wannabe for obviously not knowing it yet being bold enough to come into your bedroom uninvited to share some nonsense gossip that was probably made up, just so she can pretend Juliette is her friend and get closer to you. The things humans do to feel important… You’re not having it. “So…you can just mosey on over. Like…leave. Turn around. Go.”

She doesn’t leave. She just hovers.

“I said go away. What do you want? You’re ruining the vibrations here. You’re ruining my energy. I feel some negativity coming from my friend, Juliette.” You emphasize the possessive adjective. “She’s clearly a little bit…you know…in need of some quiet time. So I think it’s best if you leave. Could you just like…” you wave her away with your hand like she’s a gnat in your eye.

“Fine. Whatever. Bye.” She leaves. She’s so fake she’s more exhausting to be around and deal with than Lestat.

‘‘K, bye bye!” You give a fake smile that immediately drops as you turn to Juliette to talk shit. You inhale deeply and seethe under your breath so only she can hear, “I hate her. Don’t like her one bit. Hm. I know what she’s up to. She’s looking for Lestat. Oh, that makes me so mad. It kinda creeps me out too, like, if she’s gonna try to seduce my brother, she shouldn’t dress up like me, you know? I try not to think about it or read her thoughts at all. I’d rather not know what’s going through her head when she does what she does or says what she says. It just gives me the heebie-jeebies when I think of her around Lestat. Where is he? I gotta go find him in a minute.”

“The heebie-jeebies?”

“Is that not what Americans say?”

“Sometimes, but most kids are calling it the ick now. She gives you the ick.”

“Oh. I’m not caught up on all the internet lingo yet. This is good. You’ll have to teach me more. Yeah, she gives me the ick.”

“You really worry about your brother, don’t you? I don’t think he’d be interested in a girl like her anyways.”

Not wanting any more interruptions, you get up to close your door and lock it. You go back to what you were doing and put your finger and thumb into L shapes as you lean back and check your work on Juliette’s eyebrows.

“Don’t move. I’m gonna check something. They look even. Just gonna make sure. So? All right, step back for me. That’s better. You look better.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s good.”

“You guess? Y/N Lioncourt, she’s done it again. I’m such a saint for this. You are looking better already. Now for your makeup. Did you bring your makeup bag like I told you to?”

“Oui.”

“Good girl. Hand it over. Wow, this is really ugly. Do you like, like this pattern? Do you think this is cute?”

“It’s very practical, that’s why I bought it.”

“You just grabbed whatever? Weird. Okay…is this…drugstore makeup?”

“Well, yeah… I don’t do my makeup that often and the products seemed good enough.”

“Mhm. BB cream, what the fuck? Clear mascara? Do you even have like any lip products in here? Blistex? You’re gonna give me an aneurysm. Okaaaay, babes… You should feel really honored because I never do this - not even for my besties - but I’m gonna use my personal makeup on you.”

“But…”

“Yeah, this stuff you brought? Perfect for like the middle school dance but, for our purposes, it’s not gonna cut it. Your makeup bag is going in the garbage disposal. Here’s mine. Cute, right? Yeah, I chose it for a reason. Let’s keep it light, keep it cute, nothing too crazy. Let me see how the texture of your skin is doing because, girl, last time, it was crazy. It’s like a popcorn ceiling in here. I’ve got just the thing, though. Yeah, I’ve got a primer that can like shellac that right up. This is called Celestial, which is quite fitting. The miracles this stuff works really are mystical in nature. I’m gonna spread that over your chin and cheeks.”

“Okay, maman.” (mom)

“Perfect.”

“And then?”

“What’s next? Some concealer for those eye bags definitely. Let’s put a bit of concealer just under your eyes because you look a little tired and that’s not good. Girl, what were you up to last night? Your shift at the watch tower or something? Jesus.”

“Yep, didn’t sleep a lot. Like maybe two hours. I really didn’t want to get up this evening but you called…”

“You only got two hours of sleep last night? That explains it. What’s that about?”

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to look like you’ve been well rested and you’re ready to eat the heart of a man in like under five seconds only if I ask you to. You know what I mean? You need to get yourself some bubble bath liquid. A lavender spray for your pillow, some sleepy time tea, a silk eye mask and a meditation audio layered with rain sounds. Write that down.”

“Write it down?”

“Yeah, write it down, write it down. Yeah, I call it the princess secret formula to beauty rest. You’re welcome. Literally more priceless than the mathematical formulas for the moon landing.”

“I’m so not buying a lavender spray though.”

“Let me put just like the touch of shadow on your lid and you’re good because you got mascara on already, that’s good. You took my advice about mascara, that’s good. Waterproof mascara, of course, in case it all goes to shit.”

“Yep, hate the emo black stains of mascara on my face.”

“Very smart. I’m glad that you wore that. Good. Let’s see which eyeshadow colors would suit you. Yeah, let’s start with a rusty shade. Then the bronze in the middle. Then highlight the center. A touch more at the outer corners, okay. Pretty. I deserve a Nobel Prize for this literally. Now it’s time for blush. Oh, this color is perfect on you, oh my god. You know, take it from me, men love blush. You gotta really pack it on.”

“We’re not in the 18th century, though.”

“Rococo and Baroque is making something of a comeback, though. Goths love the 18th century. Really bringing those old trends back and putting a modern spin on them. Now for the lips. All that’s left is the gloss. The finishing touch. The cherry on top of the sundae. But I really don’t like that lipgloss color on you so I’m just gonna wipe that off, okay? And you can use mine. Wipe that right off because you do not suit that color whatsoever.”

“You mean that the color doesn’t suit me, right?”

“You can use mine. It still works. Let’s see, what do I have here?” You look down for a second and when you look back up at Juliette and what she’s holding in her hand, you gasp. “Put down the Blistex or I’m calling the cops! I swear to God. We’re doing Buxom Ultra Plumping Gloss, obviously. I think this shade of pink is gonna suit you really well. You don’t have any like Herpes simplex or anything, do you?”

“Nope!”

“Okay, that’s fine, I’m just asking because I got like ten other ones of these but if you got like some kind of oral issue, um, I can just give this to you. Okay, pout for me, babe. Some more. It’s gonna take a lot more gloss than that for these little lips. Cute. Your face is looking gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. If Kevin follows you on Insta, we should take some pictures when I’m done. He’ll definitely slide in.”

“Oh, I’m not a big fan of social media! I only use them for you but, yeah, I don’t really care about it.”

“You don’t use your personal Instagram? Okay. Well. I guess you can send them to him on Discord.” You immediately cringe as soon as the last word comes out of your mouth. “Ugh. No. Give me your phone.”

“MY phone?”

“Yeah, hand it over.” Your nails start clicking against the screen as you tap away on the phone. “Okay, let me feed your algorithm a little bit. Clearly you are not getting the inspiration that you need to be getting. What’s going on in your Instagram? Oh. Nothing good. Looks like you follow a lot of bird watching accounts. Dungeons and Dragons? Geocaching? Sudoku influencers? What the hell? Let’s get you following some baddies who can hopefully influence you in a more positive direction. Zendaya, Tori and Electra, Ice Spice, Kylie Jenner, Dua Lipa, Margot Robbie… and let’s like some cute posts. There. It’s like I’ve just enrolled you in the baddie academy. You’re welcome.”

“... Thank you then?”

“And then unfortunately it looks like your hair is back to looking like a rat’s nest since I last fixed it for you. Luckily I would not be caught dead without a hairbrush and some oils. So let’s get to fixing this. Hologram hair serum. Two pumps of that. Start working that through your ends. Don’t want to bring it too close to the top or else your hair will just look greasy. But the ends we’ll just make sure look nice and healthy. Then brush it out. That hair oil smells amazing. You’re so lucky to have me. Have you seen Sophie’s hair today?”

“Hmm no, what about it?”

“Ugh. Gruesome at-home dye job. The pipe dream of white-blonde in one night has claimed yet another helpless victim. She clearly didn’t use a high enough volume so there’s like these awful orange patches that she tried to save with toner that she left on way too long so there’s also huge patches of purple. God. My money is on her showing up tomorrow with it dyed completely black. Kind of the only next step besides a buzz cut unfortunately. I think she’ll be fine though. She’ll pull it off well. I always thought black hair would suit her. In a crazy twist of fate she just might come out of this fiasco on top. And…Voila! Your look is done - except for the outfit.”

“I’m comfy in these clothes though… Perhaps you could tell me some more of that vampire gossip. I need a break.”

“Fine. Let me think. What else, what else, what else? Oh, and then there’s Sybelle and Ella’s situation. They were born in like the late 1970’s and changed in the late 1990’s or early 2000’s. Yeah so they’re like really young in both human years and vampire years. They’ve been inseparable besties since like pre-k. Though the situation was…messy. They lost touch for like ten years because Sybelle was held captive in her luxurious home by her abusive older brother who regularly beat her after they were orphaned when their parents were killed in a car accident. He kidnapped Benji as a companion to keep Sybelle stable while she financially supported them with her concert performances.”

“This is crazy!!”

“When the abuse culminated to Sybelle's brother about to kill her, Armand killed him, thus freeing Sybelle and Benji from further fear for their lives. Last I heard about Benji, he was living in Trinity Gate in New York and created a podcast that is broadcast to all the vampires around the world.”

“Do people know he is a vampire??”

“Yeah, he’s known as the “official voice of the vampires” through this podcast thanks to Lestat and yours truly. I think you can listen to it on Spotify. Sybelle and Ella eventually reconnected and their friendship was still going strong, even after Marius changed them and brought them both into the blood. Everything was fine for like 25 years, but they’re beefing right now.”

“I’m not too surprised after everything you told me about vampires.”

“They’re both frozen at like 18-20 years old so…high school mentality. You know how we’ve been looking for instrumentalists for our upcoming symphonic album? Well, they both desperately wanted to be in the orchestra and auditioned. And Sybelle got a spot and was chosen for the solo. No surprises there, like everyone knows Sybelle’s the better musician by a long shot. But Ella is delusional about that. She thinks it’s so unfair and accused Sybelle of seducing Marius and Lestat into giving her the solo. So crazy. Like, Ella, girl, I get that you’re disappointed but you can’t read sheet music to save your life and…you have butter fingers. Just chill out, support your bestie, no need to get nasty about it. Sit down and cross your fingers for an acting gig in our music videos next year.”

“It’s kinda funny how all the drama starts with you and Lestat.”

“But it doesn’t end there. Sybelle always comes to dances and special events in the most spectacular handmade gowns, but she always keeps them a secret from everyone until she finally shows up wearing them. Last weekend at the party you skipped for window shopping with your cousins at the mall, she showed up wearing the dress she made for the upcoming symphonic orchestra performance and posted pictures to her Instagram story. Ella, who didn’t attend the party and who Sybelle had told she was at a sleepover, saw it and now the dress that she was preparing for the symphonic concert and album recording has been irreparably damaged. I mean like covered in pig’s blood and torn to shreds. Needless to say, Sybelle was devastated, like nearly inconsolable. She bought thirteen yards of fabric, crinoline, boning, and Swarovski crystals to make that dress. She sewed each panel of the skirt one by one. Just hand painting the flowers in the skirt took about five days. It took Sybelle about a month to make the dress, from design to creation. And now it’s all been flushed down the toilet because Ella was having a colossal temper tantrum.”

“But you’re sure it’s Ella?”

“Ella hasn’t confessed, in fact, she’s denied it up and down, but Sybelle is convinced it was her doing. Like what else could it have possibly been? No way a wild animal got in. Now Sybelle has sworn she’s not talking to Ella for the rest of the year, if ever. She isn’t of a mind to forgive and forget. One crime of passion and their friendship has blown up. Tragic. Fingers crossed Ella will have a change of heart and get over herself and her feelings of jealousy and insecurity and apologize and Sybelle will find another dress in time. Even Lestat and I have personally reached out to Sybelle and offered to help. Money, materials, emotional support, whatever she needs, it’s hers. We’re even willing to push back the date of the recording session because we don’t want her to drop out because of this incident. We truly want her there and to not get to witness her performance or one of her handmade outfits would be truly devastating.”

“Yeah, you really care about outfits, don’t you.”

“As for your outfit…”

“Fuck. Me.”

“Who made you think this was okay? Your outfit is weak. You look like you’re dressed for jury duty or church.”

“Well, yeah… It’s Sunday.”

“You came right here from church? Ew. What do you do? Sing in the choir or something? Okay. Well, I’m sure your vocals are better than Larry’s. He was the lead vocalist before Lestat came along and, well…Lestat and I secretly call him Lackluster Larry for a reason. Don’t tell Larry or Lestat I told you that. Friends keep secrets, remember? It’s like girl code.”

“I’d die with your secrets… Don’t kill me.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot really help you with your outfit as far as your date tomorrow. Ummm… Try to maybe like make his glasses fall off his face and then ‘accidentally’ step on them?” You use finger quotes. “That way, to him, your upsetting fit will be turned into a…tolerable blur.”

“Don’t be mean now.”

“For tonight, I’ll come to your rescue yet again. You are about to enjoy the esteemed privilege of borrowing one of my outfits. Do not take it lightly. You have to make sure you have perfect posture for the rest of the night or else you’re gonna stretch it out, ok?”

“...I don’t think I have the choice anyways…”

“Ok. I picked out this top for you. It’s the same one I’m wearing but in white. Yeah, I think that’s gonna work well for you. And then these jeans. Like a light blue. They’re faded in all the right places and they’ve got these rips. Pretty stylish.”

“Meh.”

“You don’t like the rips? Ok, grandma, why not? They remind you of the Great Depression or something? Put them on.” You throw them at Juliette and they nearly hit her in the face as she grabs them and holds them to her chest so they don’t fall to the floor.

“Can I at least go change in a room or a bathroom?”

“Yeah, bathroom’s over there.” You point and go back to your phone. When Juliette comes back out wearing the outfit you personally picked out for her, you clap excitedly.

“Yeah, you’re looking pretty cute. Let’s see if you can act the part. We’re gonna work on some flirting techniques. Show me your best seductive pose. Give me a soft serve. It’s giving gollum. Very much ‘my precious!’. Let’s try softening the face. Relax. Drop it down. Especially the eyelids, drop the eyelids down a bit and then bring one eyebrow up a touch, okay? A little less than that, a little less than that. That’s good. Slight smile. Slight. Perfect. Show me a bit of jaw like tilt your head to the side then bring the shoulder forward like that. And let me push that shoulder back. And it’s in the hips too, you wanna tilt the hips with the shoulders, so bring this hip forward, this hip back, then tilt your face down and look up at me from there. There it is. Yes, girl! There we go. Oh, can’t forget the perfume. A splash of this will get you smelling irresistible. You’ve had a Mountain Dew fragrance for Kevin’s sake, but he’ll have to settle for Versace. I think you’re ready. I think you’re ready. Oh oui, tu es prête! (Oh yes, you’re ready!) Good luck, babes. Can’t wait to hear all about it! Et surtout ne me remercie pas, les amies sont là pour ça!” (And do not thank me, friends are here for that kind of thing!)

[allylikethecat]

These asks have my heart…. ‘A trying to leave after they tuck in the other but B not letting go and eventually pulling A down with them to sleep as well’ with Gatty pleaseee

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A trying to leave after they tuck in the other but B not letting go and eventually pulling A down with them to sleep as well

George was drunk and Matty couldn’t help but grin, absolutely loving the unusual turn of events and the unexpected role reversal. They fumbled their way down the hotel corridor, George with his arm thrown over Matty’s shoulders for support, nearly steering them into the wall, Matty barely able to course correct at the last moment to keep them from caroming into a decorative table. He winced as he banged his hip against the sharp wooden corner, knowing that it would, without a doubt, leave a purple bruise for him to question in the morning. They still nearly toppled to the ground as George leaned more of his weight onto Matty’s smaller frame, causing him to stumble. 

Matty was sober, shockingly so, having nursed the same glass of sparkling water with lime the entire night. He had scampered off to the bathroom as soon as they made it to the hotel bar, and when he returned he found George doing shots with Squire. Realizing that one of them needed to be coherent, Matty had forgone ordering his usual bottle of red wine, and instead sipped his sparkling water out of a highball glass, raising it in front of his face whenever George questioned the whereabouts of his drink. 

“Work with me here babe,” muttered Matty, as they rounded the final corner. Their hotel room was in sight and George had decided he didn’t want to walk anymore. 

“I’m tired,” George whined and Matty’s grin grew, unable to help but being completely endeared by the way George was pouting, sticking out his lower lip dramatically. 

“I know love,” said Matty, thinking of the nachos he had ordered at the bar before Polly informed him that he might want to take George upstairs before they all got kicked out. They would hopefully be ready and waiting for him once he got George situated in bed to sleep it off. He had given Polly strict instructions to guard them with her life. Matty knew he shouldn’t find glee in it, but George was going to be so hungover tomorrow, and after how many mornings George had purposely made too much noise just to exacerbate the pounding in Matty’s head, he couldn’t wait to return the favor. 

He half dragged George the final few steps to the door, and scrambled to get the room key out of his pocket without dropping George. The light on the door flashed green as Matty held the card up to the reader and he smiled in triumph as he pushed the door open. They crossed the threshold, easily covering the distance between the entryway and the bed as Matty shoved George down onto the sheets. 

“We made it,” Matty said, surprising himself with how heavily he was breathing after wrangling his boyfriend, his glasses askew on his face as if he had just been through a great ordeal. He bit his lip, George should brush his teeth and wash his face before going to bed, but now that he was horizontal, Matty wasn’t sure he would be able to get him up again, especially with the way he was currently a sprawling dead weight. 

“Tired,” George slurred, flopping around on the bed until he was fully on the mattress. That answered that, thought Matty, he would not be fighting George on brushing his teeth. 

“I know love,” said Matty, “we just need to take your shoes and trousers off, then you can sleep.” That was a hill he was going to die on. He was not letting George keep his shoes on the bed.

Luckily George didn’t try to fight him as he untied his trainers, tossing them unceremoniously in the direction of their suitcases, wincing at the thud of the rubber and leather on the carpet, realizing that whoever had the room underneath them was probably trying to sleep and wouldn’t be impressed. 

Getting George’s trousers off was more of an ordeal with the way he wouldn’t actually stand up, and wasn’t very coordinated when trying to lift his hips, but Matty managed after a few minutes and tossed them in the direction of the trainers. He pressed a quick kiss to George’s forehead, knowing that George ran hot, especially when he was drinking, and not bothering to try and finagle the blanket onto his person. 

“I’ll be back in a little bit,” said Matty, turning away from George to turn off the bedside light. 

“Stay,” said George, reaching out to catch Matty by the wrist as he went to leave. 

“I’ll be right back,” said Matty, “you won’t even miss me.” 

“I always miss you,” George slurred, tightening his grip on Matty’s wrist. “Stay, please?” 

Matty sighed, thinking of the nachos that were waiting for him downstairs. How he had asked Polly to guard them. How that meant her and Ross were probably eating them. 

“Just until you fall asleep,” said Matty, knowing that he was giving in way too easily, slipping off his own dress shoes, but leaving his trousers on to climb onto the bed next to George. He was careful to set his glasses on the bedside table, not wanting to inadvertently crush them. George wasted no time, wrapping his arms around Matty, burying his nose in Matty’s curls, clinging to him as if he was his own personal teddy bear. 

Matty was going to leave as soon as George fell asleep, he was going to go back downstairs to the hotel bar and rescue his nachos. George’s grip tightened on him even as his breathing evened out, and Matty soon found his own breath synching up with George’s as his eyelids grew heavy. He was just going to rest his eyes for a few minutes, just until George fell asleep. Then he would untangle himself and rejoin the group at the bar. 

Matty never made it back to the bar. George was also not nearly as hungover as he deserved to be the next morning and Matty couldn’t help but hate him a little bit for it.