#how's things? i'm keeping on the down low because it's set to be the hottest day this year so far over here 😵

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

A dazzling emerald hue / 16 April 2022 Saturday

[toapoet]

moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

hi i've been wanting to post this for like a month and i'm finally happy with it and finally have the courage to post it so if you don't like it please do not tell me i will cry. this is like the second thing i've ever published for this fandom

jaskier x yennefer, modern setting, they're married. he buys her a necklace and they sort of bang on the kitchen counter. title is moment's silence by hozier. alt title was "felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies" because if that isn't the hottest goddamn thing??

i don't know how many words this is

also i have more yennskier stuff in my notes and i might post another little blurb later because i just think it is So Good

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She doesn’t need to tell him she thinks the necklace is beautiful - he can see it in the way she looks at him from under her lashes and the way she quirks her lips. “Ever the flatterer. Put it on me?”

It’s when Jaskier nimbly takes the clasp and chain from her and lifts his head as she turns around that he thinks - he wants his wife to stay like this forever. Wispy baby hairs curl delicately against the nape of her neck and he does his best to avoid them. He clasps it with only minor difficulty and she lets her hair tumble down in waves, the curls pulled down by the weight of the day. Yennefer turns her face a quarter of the way to look at him over her shoulder. There is a curious but content look in her brown eyes that catches him off guard and snares him all in one. The low lamp light catches the side of her face and illuminates her profile. She waits for him, patiently, and he can see the slope of her nose, the fluttering of an eye, the way she bites the inside of her lip.

Her chest expands as she breathes in the scent of him, and after he’s done arranging her hair across the slope of her shoulders, he can feel her diaphragm expand and contract under his palms.

She bumps her nose against his cheek and Jaskier turns her in his arms so they are flush chest to chest. He wants to wrap himself in her for centuries. He has never loved another person like he loves her, like how he aches for her.

For now, holding her like this in the lamp light of their tiny Soho living room will have to do.

He feels the pleasant press of her breasts against him and reels her in that much closer. He buries his nose in her hair, just behind her ear and warms when her lithe arms clutch at his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, Yennefer.” His eyebrows knit together as she searches his eyes. Her mouth presses against his and she takes his hand, leading him into their small kitchen. She can’t even wait to pull him to their bed; she begins by shedding her fuzzy grey pullover which leaves her in her jeans and black department store bra. Dark curls hang loose over her shoulder and frame her face. Jaskier unzips her fly agonisingly slowly and after her jeans are off, he pulls her by her thighs so that his hips slot perfectly against her pelvis.

Jaskier kneels like a sacrifice at the shrine of her, shifts the pleasant weight of her thighs over his shoulders. She knows that all she has to do is crook her finger, and he would do anything for her, like a puppet on a string.

He caresses the meaty part of her legs with his warm palms and long musician's fingers. He feels her quivering next to his ear, and so he dusts kisses along the soft downy inside. Her musk is overwhelming but he finds he could not pull himself away if he wanted to. Jaskier mouths at her through the fabric of her panties, and she keeps a loose hold of his long hair.

He coaxes her to the peak of her pleasure and drinks in the sight of it under hooded eyelids. When he rises, her kisses her warmly with his hands never leaving her hips. She tastes herself on him faintly and it still astounds her that this quirky, strange, fiercely loyal, and loving man is so willing to cater to her in all the ways that he does.

Yennefer cups his scruffy face in her palms and pulls him close. His hair brushes her cheek as she presses as much warmth as she can into the man she loves. Eventually he breaks for air, but his breaths come out jagged. This is not helped by her taking his hands in her own and tracing the curves of her body with them. Over shoulders, down her breasts, along her sides, and soft belly, and eventually he gets the hint and weaves his many ringed hand under the hem of her panties and down, down, down.

Yennefer locks her ankles behind the small of his back, across the top of his arse and pulls him ever closer. They could use a better angle - an edge of the cookbook they have but never use is digging into her skin somewhere and her head keeps banging against the cabinets when he kisses her. But with him against her like this, she feels rooted to the spot. His muscles, while not perfectly well defined, still show through the thin fabric of his black turtleneck. She thinks he’s probably hot in it but she knows he understands that something low in her gut warms when he presses against her fully clothed like he is, and her almost naked.

She nudges his cheekbone with her nose as he mouths at her neck. Yennefer whimpers as Jaskier's deft fingers brush against her, and she can faintly feel the metal of his many rings pushing against her. Jaskier does something clever with his hand that involves pressing against her clit with his thumb. She doesn’t know she’s biting her lip to repress a moan until Jaskier pulls it free with his other thumb and kisses her. He aims for the centre of her mouth but he rubs, and Yennefer twists her head with a moan and it lands on the corner of her mouth instead.

She knows she doesn’t need to do anything - Yennefer knows he gets off on her pleasure and so she lets herself be pulled under the tide again. She keeps a hand on his forearm and vaguely feels his muscles flex. She rakes her midnight-black manicured nails down his back instead and the air is a mix of their hot, ragged breaths, his head hidden in the safe crook of her neck.

“Come, Julian.” She beckons. Her communion wine-red mouth curves into a smile, ensnaring him even further. A fleck of it stains her teeth and reminds Jaskier that she is in fact human. But his name coming from her lips as she demands his pleasure is divinity itself.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 53 BRAN VI (pages 549-562)

Bran watches as Robb calls the banners and marches south. Osha insists they're marching the wrong way. Robb makes Bran the Lord of Winterfell before he leaves.

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He was only a few years younger than Robb; if his brother was almost a man grown, so was he.

Appendix: House Stark- -ROBB, the heir to Winterfell, fourteen years of age -BRANDON, called Bran, seven

I see Sansa's not the only Stark sibling canonically bad at maths. (... hang on, I think we had this discussion previously...)

Hodor hummed tunelessly as he went down hand under hand, Bran bouncing against his back in the wicker seat that Maester Luwin had fashioned for him. Luwin had gotten the idea from the baskets the women used to carry firewood on their backs; after that it had been a simple matter of cutting legholes and attaching some new straps to spread Bran's weight more evenly. It was not as good as riding Dancer, but there were places Dancer could not go, and this did not shame Bran the same way it did when Hodor carried him in his arms like a baby.

Yes! Improvise, adapt, overcome! Maester Luwin returns for his MVP title! I'm really happy with how they're accommodating Bran's disability, not just accepting solutions that are given to them (Tyrion's saddle) but looking for ways to make things easier in general. The fact that this takes care of Bran's mobility and mental health as he adapts to his new conditions is just *chef's kiss*

Although ngl, I did imagine him in one of those baby carry backpacks there for a second.

Actually, what was that description back in one of Bran's first few chapters "In the older parts of the castle, the halls slanted up and down so that you couldn't even be sure which floor you were on." This actually reminded me of one of my local hospitals, because of the slope of the land, the floors are offset in places and there are ramps to accommodate that set into the hallways themselves, so you can get between a few floors by walking in a big 'circuit' rather than using stairs or elevators. If that's how those sections of the castle work, rather than being sloppy/ancient work wearing down and making the floor uneven, that might actually be kinda wheelchair friendly for Bran.

Hodor hated cold water, and would fight like a treed wildcat when threatened with soap, but he would happily immerse himself in the hottest pool and sit for hours, giving a large burp to echo the spring whenever a bubble rose from the murky green depths to break upon the surface.

Hodor is the third head of the dragon, confirmed.

...Sorry, is it too early in the year for a crack take?

All along the benches, his sons and brothers and sworn swords leapt to their feet, grabbing for their steel. Yet, Robb only said a quiet word, and in a snarl and the blink of an eye Lord Umber was on his back, his sword spinning on the floor three feet away and his hand dripping blood where Grey Wind had bitten off two fingers. ... Yet that very night, his brother came to Bran's bed chamber pale and shaken, after the fires had burned low in the Great Hall. "I thought he was going to kill me," Robb confessed. "Did you see the way he threw down Hal, like he was no bigger than Rickon? Gods, I was so scared.-"

Well, you did a good job keeping your head instead of letting all that fear and panic out into public. Some of these men are here to see what they can grab for themselves, are trying to move the fence line and steal a bit extra thinking and hoping Robb's too green to know better. But some of these folks are probably testing him because they're scared. It's one thing to go to war for your liege lord, or for a friend or comrade who you owe your loyalty, but to march under the authority of a boy who has never seen real battle, who might order a slaughter and faint at the sight of blood, who could be a coward who would pretend it was mercy and couldn't make the hard calls and keep as many people alive as possible? People are going to die in war, they all know that, but to risk trusting someone who could order them all into what should have obviously been a trap, that takes some doing. Some of this 'petty heckling' is about assuaging their own fears and making sure they can trust the guy in charge not to get them all killed on a folly.

One wine-sodden taleteller even claimed that Rhaegar Targaryen had returned from the dead and was marshaling a vast horde of ancient heroes on Dragonstone to reclaim his father's throne.

I need someone to tell Stannis that one. And film it. I wanna see how many colours he turns.

Bran: *prays to the old gods on his family's behalf* prayer receptionist old god: oh snap, I dropped my ye old coffee, sis anyone catch that prayer? no? parts if it? okay, I'll... just make my best guess. *Later* prayer receptionist old god: so that... might not have been correct.

It always hurts to see characters reaching out out higher powers and knowing their prayers won't be answered, or they won't be answered the way the want if the are.

"-But, Bran, no man can teach you magic." "The children could," Bran said. "The children of the forest." That reminded him of the promise he had made to Osha in the godswood, so he told Luwin what she had said. The maester listened politely. "The wildling woman could give Old Nan lessons in telling tales, I think," he said when things were done. "I will talk with her again if you like, but it would be best if you did not trouble your brother with the folly.-"

On the one hand, this is frustrating because for a place that likes to tout "the north remembers" they sure are quick to say it's all just made up, and not real history. On the other hand, they really don't have any reason to believe it apart from the words of people like Osha and men who've been isolated on the job so long they're bound to have gone a bit odd.

When the distant cheers had faded to silence and the yard was empty at last, Winterfell seemed desertedand dead. Bran looked around at the faces of those who remained, women and children and old men... and Hodor. The huge stableboy had a lost and frightened look to his face. "Hodor?" he said sadly. "Hodor," Bran agreed, wondering what it meant.

186 points of piercing damage, right to the feels.

[imsadstuff]

"If I don't make out with a hot stranger tonight, I will let mom set me up on dates" - A Jeon Jungkook Drabble

◦ summary ↠ jimin convinced you to go clubbing and all you want to do is makeout with a hot stranger, enter very hot jeon jungkook

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

◦ word count ↠ 3.5k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ friends to lovers (I guess), swearing, drinking, dirty talk, sexual tension/awkwardness, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kids please be safe!!!

◦ author's note ↠ this drabble is totally based on an interaction I had with a dude in a club, and because he wasn't jeon jungkook, not only did he forget my name, but he also ghosted me. Just wanted to make something of my heartbreak lol, enjoy reading!!! (p.s. if you find any grammar or other errors, ignore them, I'm writing this at six in the morning, very hungover)

"If I don't make out with a hot stranger tonight, I will let mom set me up on dates" you cry sipping on your drink as Jimin and Mira get ready for a long night out. "You are a lot of talk __-, but every time a cute guy approaches you don't keep it going" Mira emerges from the room, with on-point makeup. "That was the old ___, today three-martini ___ is going clubbing with you guys and if a hottie approaches me, I am going to follow up with it" you cheer for yourself downing the third martini and Jimin snickers. "I know I should be the protective older brother, but I really want to watch ___ make bad decisions," he says zipping up his boots. "Make me another martini and watch how easy it is for me to make bad decisions" After multiple outfit changes and thousands of pictures, you’re finally walking into the club and feel your heartbeat get in sync with the club beats.

“___, three o’clock, he’s so hot” Mira whispers in your ear and you try to be as subtle as you can be drunk. It indeed is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in a loose summer shirt, that’s unbuttoned way too low. “He is” you whisper more to yourself checking him out and accidently make eye contact. You don’t shy away immediately, but you do when the handsome guy starts approaching you. Holding your breath, you wait for him to acknowledge you, instead he taps on Jimin’s shoulder. “Jimin?” he asks with sheer surprise, smiling ear to ear. Jimin whips around quickly and engulf the strange handsome man in a hug before he could give a reply. “By god, if it’s The Jeon Jungkook” Jimin pulls back for a while but goes back to bear hugging. “Introduce us you fool” Mira shouts being the extroverted on of the both of you. “This is Jeon Jungkook, he was my classmate in high school. This is Kim Mira, my friend from college” Jungkook immediately extends his hand to shake Mira’s. “And this is ___, my little cousin” you snicker at Jimin, shaking his very warm and heavy hands. “I am just cousin, we’re only two years apart” you say kicking Jimin a little.

“We used to be in the same dance club, man what has it been ten years” Jimin is overjoyed talking to his friend. “Somewhere in that ball park, do you still live in Busan” Jungkook shouts over the loud club music. “I moved here to start my business, what about you-“ “Can we go out for a smoke break, you guys won’t have to shout then” Mira jokes walking ahead and the three of you trail behind her, barely making out the crowd. Jungkook turns around multiple tiples to check up on polite you, whispering excuse me and politely making your way. “Dad was ready to retire so I took over the real estate business” Jimin continues talking lighting his cig. “I can’t imagine you behind a desk in a suit, what happened to the dancing thing” you notice how Jungkook has an animated way of talking. “I grew up, what about you, looking at you I have no idea what you do” “Make a guess” Jungkook says crossing his arms and you speak without thinking it over, “Tattoo artist” his eyes light up and he starts clapping with approval and Jimin can’t help but laugh out loud passing Mira the cig. “___ is very intuitive, she’s a psychology major for a reason” Jimin brags and Mira passes you the cig and you just shake your head no. “Really, SNU?” Jungkook asks shaking his head no for the cig too. “Yeah-“ “Wait are you Jimin’s smart sister who used to correct our maths homework?” you were hoping for Jungkook to not make that association but he does. “Yeah” you suddenly shy away, dodging his eyes. “The band goes on stage in two minutes, lets go, lets go, lets go” Mira comes to rescue with her punctuality.

Jimin leads all of you to join Jungkook and his friends and suddenly the group expands from three awkward drunk dancers to too many people. Mira is off chatting with one of Jungkook’s friends when you finally get the courage to talk to him, “Your tattoos are really pretty” you say a little close to his ears given how loud the music is in the club. “You think so?” he looks at you with amusement and then back at his tattoo-covered arm. “With my pain tolerance I can only dream of getting a tattoo,” you notice how intently he is listening to you, either he’s interested, or he’s too drunk and trying to focus. “They don’t hurt as much, after a second or two you start getting used to the pain-“ “___” Mira is tugging on your hand and you know what this is a signal for. “Hey, can you watch my drink?” you ask Jungkook handing him your drink. “You really shouldn’t be leaving your drinks with strange men” he jokes and you chuckle looking up at him and he surprises you by chugging your drink at once. “I’ll buy you a new one” he says with a charming smile and how can you say no to that.

Jungkook’s smiling more to himself as he watches you walk away, “My god, you’re in love aren’t you” a very drunk Hobi says flopping on his shoulder. “I am so not, it’s just nice to run into an old friend” Jungkook defends himself immediately checking his hair. “I’m still in my rebound phase and she’s too nice for that” “Oh My God, it’s been a year since Sara and you broke up, you’re not still in the rebound phase, you were done with the rebound phase life five women ago. What is wrong with you Jungkook?” Hobi is very clearly drunk given how he’s holding Jungkook’s face in place and giving this odd pep-talk. “My therapist says that I have a problem with romanticizing every little thing too much and then breaking my own heart, also I’m terrified of being hurt” Jungkook answers dumbfoundedly and Hobi snickers in his face. “Well, no one is a hundred percent guarantee and you need to keep trying because if you don’t keep trying then how will you keep trying” it’s hard not to laugh as Hobi continues making no sense and Jungkook steadies him. “Please handle your boyfriend, he's making no sense” Yoongi immediately takes hold of Hobi and Jungkook watches them snuggle together. “We’ll get back to the hotel, you can come back by yourself, right?” “Yes, Hyung I’m 26 and not a child”

The club is much emptier by the time Mira is done touching up her makeup, “I’m gonna go talk to that guy, I’ll see you” she abandons you immediately and you look around for a familiar face and spot Jungkook immediately. “I know you like martini's” he jokes pulling a bar stool for you. “How do you know that?” you were pretty sure the drink you handed him was a whiskey. “I bribed Jimin hyung to give me your Instagram” “That’s unfair Jungkook, you now know way too much about me. Bring me up to speed about you,” you say as the bartender hands Jungkook and you the martinis. “Well, I’m 26, I have a bachelor’s in design, I started my tattoo parlour a year ago, I have a lot of interests, a little bit of issue with perfectionism,” maybe it’s the drinks but his laugh sounds a little magical “I’m shocked that you remember me” normally you’d be too polite to interrupt, but the liquid courage has got you going. “Well, I recognized you before Jimin” it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Jungkook is blushing. Your heart is pounding as you look straight ahead, not wanting him to see your wide smile. “So, you’re in Busan for Jimin’s parent’s anniversary too?” Jungkook coughs hoping for the awkwardness to go away. “Yeah, they have a huge picnic planned tomorrow, it’s their twentieth-“ “So, when are you going to be back in Seoul?” he laughs feeling a little embarrassed about interrupting you. “I’m going back tomorrow evening” you’re surprised by how eager he is given how hot he is. “You are still just as impatient” you joke pushing back your empty glass and grabbing hold of his. “___, you have no idea how patient I’m being right now” he whispers in your ear standing up.

Offering his hand, he leads you back to the dance floor, but your legs have a brain of their own. You lead him into a quiet corner, looking at him for his reaction. He doesn’t wait for more than a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you with full force. With every second you start to sober up, feeling his hot and hungry lips against yours. Your hands comb through his lush hair while his wanders around your ass. You pull back to catch your breath and he doesn’t waste any time leaving kissing along your bare neck, his hot breath and bulge is enough to send your mind into a tizzy and make you lose your mind. Jungkook goes back to kissing your mouth and your feet give up, not being able to stand on your tip toes anymore. He catches you just in time and laughs a little as you hide your face in his chest, “A little impatient aren’t we” You laugh into his chest too, hearing Jimin calling your name behind him.

The original plan was to go back to Jimin’s place once the lights in the club switched on, instead Jimin convinced the three of you to follow him to the beach. “I’m selling this mansion and it’s beach fucking front” Jimin exclaims walking ahead as Jungkook helps him walk. “So, you and Jungkook” Mira teases and you shy away from thinking of those spectacular kisses. You forgot that Jimin is an extremely rich adult till you’re seated in his driver-driven car, Mira was the perfect wing-woman stilling you right between her and Jungkook in the backseat. “You, okay?” Jungkook asks you draping his arm behind you, his hand is right by your bare shoulder and it’s all you can think about.

The strong winds wake you up immediately and you rub your arms. Taking notice, Jungkook places his leather jacket on your arms, taking a seat beside you in the sand. You can hear Jimin and Mira singing and dancing but you just don’t have the energy to join them. “I was supposed to stay in and finish an assignment today,” you tell Jungkook, turning to face him. “Well. I’m glad you came out and had some fun” he reaches out to get your hair away from your face and you blush, hiding your face from him. “I remembered you because of your smile” he talks looking at the ocean. “Your eyes disappear when you smile, it’s very cute” Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s dreaming right now. “It’s the same way you’d smile after telling me how bad my trigonometry is” he laughs out watching you grow beet red, he can’t help but reach over and pull you closer, his hand still by your waist. You both sit in silence for a while, watching light appear. “Jungkook” “Hm” he asks looking at you, it’s been an hour since he had his last drink and he’s starting to sober up. Mira and Jimin come shouting, talking about the time before you can ask him out.

Jungkook is dropped off before you go back to Jimin’s place and get ready for a very hungover picnic. “Give me your phone,” he asks and you hand him your phone immediately. “I want you to text me when you reach home” Jungkook’s a little authoritative and you don’t mind it.  “You want me to?” you tease him leaning against the car. “Yes, ___ I want you to. I also want to take you out on a date, one where we’re at least 70% sober” he says stepping a little too close. “Okay” you’ve started to sober up too, hence the shyness. He gently lifts your face up with a singular finger, giving you a good look before kissing you again, “I’ll see you in Seoul”

“It’s been a week Jimin, why hasn’t he texted me back” you whine into the phone pushing your glasses up. “I thought he was really interested in me” it was another Saturday and you should be focusing on getting through the syllabus but all you can think about it Jungkook. “I knew he was too hot for me, what was I thinking I am the nerd, he’s the hot dude with tattoos, it was the martinis-“ “___ I need you to shut the fuck up for a second” you’re confused for a second till you hear Jungkook’s voice. “Hello? Jimin?” “Yes, this is Jimin you bastard, why didn’t you call back my sister, she’s been eating my ear off and I have a social life, so talk to each other, and leave me out of it. Jungkook, I’ve sent you ___’s number, and ___ don’t call me till next morning” Jimin hangs up the call and you sit in silence. Before you could digest what just happened, your phone is ringing again and you know it was Jungkook. You take a deep breath before picking up his call, “___, do you have some time for me” he sounds tired and it makes you feel bad. “Look, I got your message. I’m not that dense, it was a one-night-“ “___ for everything that is sweet and pure, it so wasn’t a one-night thing, I want to see you” Jungkook sighs closing up shop. “Then why didn’t you?” you whisper not ready for an answer you might not like. “Yoongi hyung got super sick so I had to cover his appointments too, I’ve barely had time to breathe, I’m so sorry-“ “I feel so fucking stupid now, I just let my insecurities take over. You should rest” Jungkook smiles to himself listening to your voice in the car. “Would you be comfortable if I came over with dinner?”

“My first-year tattooing, I was tired of the number of butterflies I drew. Every second day there was another free-spirited woman wanting a butterfly tattoo” Jungkook talks with a mouth full of pizza and you laugh chocking a little on your food. “I drew a lot of little hearts too, but since they’re cute they can be excused” he continues talking wiping the corners of your mouth with his hand. “My mom’s made me sign a contract when I was thirteen, if I ever do drugs or get a tattoo, I will be left out of her will” your mother has been a little overprotective of you. “You can always get it somewhere she won’t see” he suggests filling your glass of wine. “Maybe, I might if you give me one for free” you suggest and he smirks sipping on wine. “If I’m tattooing you for free, I get to decide the placement” he says suggestively plopping on your lumpy sofa. “It’s a deal, also the pizza was amazing” You usually don’t feel comfortable this quickly with a romantic interest, but it’s different with Jungkook. Just spending time like this, watching nonsense tv and eating junk food would make you nervous, but with Jungkook it feels natural.

“So, how long ago was your last relationship?” Jungkook asks as you look for any chocolate in your fridge. “Three years ago,” you know you should be a little embarrassed to admit this, but you aren’t. “You must have been busy getting a degree, you’re getting your masters, right?” Jungkook looks around the piles and piles of handwritten notes, sticky notes covering walls and the sheer number of books. “Yes, I still have a year left. I really want to start working” you turn around to find Jungkook reading some of your notes. “Do you have any appointments tomorrow?” you say putting the notes away forcing him to look at you. “No, I’m free if that’s what you’re asking me” he diverts all his attention back to you pulling you closer by the waist. “Cool” you’re a blushing mess every time he gives you all your attention, but that’s also what you want the most. “Tell me ___, tell me you want me to stay the night” he whispers and you forget how to breath for a second. “Jungkook, I want you to stay the night. I want you to kiss me, touch me and fuck me” this time you catch him by surprise. “Jump” he asks and you jump into his arms carrying you to your bed. “Moving onwards, just talk to me. I might be busy a few times, but I’ll call back” his face hovers over yours as he watches you nod to what he’s saying. “You think there is going to be an onwards?” he kisses you before he gives you an answer. “Yes, gorgeous, cute and very smart ___, there are going to be many more onwards” he shuts you up before you can come up with any more questions.

Jungkook takes his time with you, kissing and exploring each and every centimetre of your body. Finally, you start to get frustrated and sit up, throwing your top away. With one quick move he flicks your bra open and you’re surprised by how good he is. “Holy Moly” he is excited like a thirteen-year-old watching breasts for the first time, but the way he runs his tongue around your nipple, you know he’s skilled. All you can do is breath as his mouth trails downwards, pulling away your panties and feeling your wetness. “This wet for me” you shudder as he inserts a finger inside you while massaging your clit ever so softly. “Jungkook please, please don’t stop” your legs are shaking as he inserts a second finger, he watches as you roll your eyes with pleasure. He brings up the pace and you’re on the verge when he stops all together. “Why?” you cry out pulling down his pants. “I like watching you suffer ___” he pushes some of your face back as you tease the tip of his dick with your tongue, watching your effect on him, you go in with full force taking in all of his length. Pushing his back in bed, he moans into the pillow as you guide his dick into you. “Ah- jesus-fucking- ah” he continues moaning as you ride him. You gasp into his chest as he rocks inside you, both of you seconds away from an orgasm. He holds you even tighter as you mewl his name, feeling his warm cum inside you. Jungkook shuts his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as he falls back on the bed and you do the same.

“Please ,,, please don’t stop“ all you can hear in your shower is Jungkook’s dick thrusting inside you and you humming with pleasure. “You take my dick so well, baby” he holds you in place with your tits, stimulating you from all places. You tense hard, leaning against the wall, feeling an intense orgasm in every cell. Jungkook holds you up once he gains composure himself, he doesn’t say much as he washes all the sweat and sex away. You’re blushing like a new bride as he wipes you with a towel, “I don’t think I can walk” you tell him as he wraps a towel around you. “I’ve been going to the gym just so I can carry you places baby” he picks you up before you can fight him. “You’re giving me nicknames before you even take me out on a date?” you tease him putting on the shirt he discarded. “I got us pizza and wine, we made small talk, some jokes and ended up having sex, twice, I’ll be considering this to be our first date baby” you laugh watching how serious he’s about this. “Do you believe in fate ___” he asks cuddling you closer. “I do, I feel like we’re fated to go certain places, fated to have some life experienced, fated to meet certain people” he continues talking without waiting for your answer. “I believe I was fated to meet you” you don’t want to offend him but it is hard not to laugh. “If I was any other woman, I would be running out the door if a guy said something like this on a first date” “But you aren’t any other woman and I’m not just some guy, answer me, do you believe in fate?” his hair is all floppy and you’re distracted by how relaxed he looks. “Yes, it has to be fate that compelled me to go to Busan last minute, where we ran into each other again. Because how many times does one meet their high school math tutor as an adult” you say with a little bit of teasing tone but he knows you’re being serious. Jungkook doesn’t say anything, all he does is kiss your forehead and fall asleep.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 09 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Heat Exhaustion

You feel yourself floating, and freshwater. Where is it coming from? You're suddenly aware you're off the ground, so you hold on to whatever is keeping you up. Opening your eyes, you see him. Billy. His eyes are the only thing in the world right now. But he looks so worried. Why is he worried?

“Billy?” You mutter, finally looking around and taking in the surroundings. Your in the locker room, under the shower, and Billy is holding you in his arms. “What happened?” The water soaks your hair, and Billy's too.

“(Y/N)! Dear God!” Monica comes running, all flustered. “You're awake. Here, drink this.”

You're a little confused, so you just look at her, trying to understand what's going on. Billy bounces you up a little, so he has a better grip. “What happened?” You ask again, wrapping your arms around Billy's neck.

“You fainted,” Billy says.

“(Y/N), please, drink some water,” Monica begs.

Nodding, you take the bottle and drink up, almost half of it, before giving it back. “I'm a little dizzy,” you whisper as Billy moves a little, so the water reaches the rest of your body.

“Monica, go get her things. I'm taking her home.” Billy says and Monica nods before disappearing.

“Billy, what happened?”

“Heat exhaustion.” He says in a low voice. It makes sense. You read about it, and you thought you were being careful. It comes back to your mind. You've been walking around all day, which is the hottest since you got here. And you remember feeling bad. “You fainted and scared the hell out of me, (Y/N).”

“I'm sorry,” you mutter, your foreheads touching. “You can put me down, I'm ok.”

“We need to lower your body temperature.”

“Uhm...” You murmur, moving one of your hands from around his neck to his cheek, thumb caressing his skin. You feel his lips brushing on yours, and your stomach goes crazy.

It's like the whole world stopped spinning. There's no Hawkins, no Community Pool, no locker. Not even the water falling on you matters anymore. It's just you and Billy now. It's like paradise, and you don't want to leave. You want to stay here, in his arms, feeling his body so close. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“No... I just...” It's like torture. Sweet torture. “I just want to be close to you.” Since you can't kiss him, you move to the side a little, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. It's not enough though, you know it. You want more. You need more.

“Here it is.” Monica scares you, and you break from the daydream.

“Alright.” Billy puts you down on one of the benches. Monica comes with a towel, drying your hair. “I'll get my stuff, ok? I'll be back in a minute.”

You nod and he leaves, walking fast. Monica sits by your side, putting the bottle on your neck, and you sigh to feel the cold against your skin. “(Y/N), you almost gave me a heart attack.” She says, worried eyes scanning your face. “How are you feeling?”

You feel like shit. “Sick, dizzy.” Your head is spinning a little, so you grab the edge of the bench to feel a bit more steady. You feel light-headed and tired at the same time. “I thought I was being careful with the heat.”

“I know, (Y/N). Just... It's very, very hot today, but you'll get used to it.” She mumbles, moving the bottle to the other side of your neck. “Billy, he... He ran as fast as a lightning bolt when you fell. I was closer but he got to you first.” You look at her when she mentions his name, as if your mind is already set to respond whenever he's brought into the conversation.

“Did he?”

“Yes. He picked you up and brought you here.” You smile as she speaks, your heart beating fast. “He's very bossy, you know? Yelling for everyone to step out of the way and telling me to turn on the shower... Billy was... I never thought he could worry so much about something... Or someone. He really likes you.”

“I like him too, Mon... A lot.” You're still speaking when he comes back, picking you up again.

“Monica, come. I'll need you to open the car door.” Billy speaks fast, in a hurry.

Touching his cheek, you pull his face until he's looking at you. His whole expression softens, those blue eyes locking on yours. “Billy, I'm fine. I can walk.”

“Just let me take you home, alright? Take care of you.” You don't get why he's so worried. You just fainted. You bet this isn't the first time he sees someone fainting because of the heat. “Please.” He says in a much lower voice, you barely hear it.

Taking a deep breath, you nod. Monica moves ahead of you, asking people to move out of the way. You're aware of all the eyes on you and Billy, and you can't help but wonder what they're thinking. In the sea of people, you see Jason coming to ask Mon what happened before telling you to get better soon. You only smile and wave, laying your head on Billy's shoulder, your forehead on his neck.

Monica does as Billy says, opening the passenger door as he carefully puts you in. “Get well soon, (Y/N). And call me later, ok?”

“I will, Mon. Thank you.”

“Billy, take care of her.” She says as he starts the car.

“I will.”

He keeps the windows open all the way to your place and carries you inside. You're forced to take a cold shower as he stands by the door, making you say something every ten seconds to make sure you didn't faint again. When you're done, you're feeling much better, but still a little tired. As you dry your hair, you think about what Monica said, about how Billy got to you before she did. Her chair is much closer to yours than his. Does he really care this much? What exactly does he feel for you? You need to know because saying that you ‘like’ he isn't enough anymore. You're looking for other word to express your feelings, and you're way too scared to use it if he doesn't feel like he wants to use it as well.

But you shake these thoughts away, turning off the blow-drier and leaving the bathroom. Billy, who's still by the door, immediately looks down at you. “How are you feeling, princess?”

“Better.” As you make your way to sit on the bed, Billy takes your hand, following you.

He's been touching you a lot more. His arm around your shoulders, holding hands, touching the small of your back... You're falling for these details, the small things...

Sitting down, you turn your body towards him. “You scared the hell out of me.” He says, his hand coming to caress your cheek. “When you fainted... I don't even know how to explain it.”

“Mon said you ran so fast...” You still feel tired, so you climb up on the bed, moving to rest your back against the headrest. “Come here,” you call him, moving aside a little. When Billy is beside you, you don't think, you just hold his arm. Slowly, very slowly, your hand slides down, and when you reach his, Billy's fingers intertwine with yours. You never held his hand like this. It makes you feel more secure, confident.

“I couldn't see anything but you. I pushed someone out of my way so violently he fell on his ass.” You can't help but giggle. “I knew something was off, so I had my eyes on you more than on the kids.”

“That's not very responsible of you, lifeguard.” Smiling, you keep your eyes on your hands, noticing how yours is so much smaller than his. It feels so damn right.

“I don't care.” He states, and you feel his eyes on you, even though you're not looking. “(Y/N), I... I never thought I would want to be with someone.” The weight on his voice, the serious tone makes you look at him. He's struggling, his eyes deep and true.

“What do you mean?” You whisper.

“I could never be with a girl more than a couple of days, but you... It doesn't matter how much time I spend with you, I want more. And I... We haven't even kissed yet, but–”

“I'm sorry, Billy. I–”

“Don't apologize. Let me finish.” You nod, not sure of what to expect. “I haven't kissed you yet, but I know that my feelings don't depend on it. I don't want to just have you, I want to keep you. Hold you.” He pulls you closer, his index finger on your chin until your foreheads are touching. It's so hard to believe your ears, to believe this is happening at all, that these words are leaving his lips, and they're meant to you.

“I... I think I'm falling in love with you, Billy. I'm just... Waiting until we're both sure.” You can feel your doubts fading away, his reputation, and his past with the girls vanishing. But you force yourself to wait just a little longer. If this is meant to be, it'll be worth it.

“I'll wait for you, no matter how long.” He places a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek, the corner of his mouth touching the corner of your lips. It sends shivers down your spine, but it burns at the same time. “But I'm sure.” He whispers when he pulls away.

Did you hear it right? Is he sure? Is Billy in love with you?

“Now...” Billy moves abruptly, and you want to curse him for the sudden abandonment. “...I'll get you some water. You need to stay hydrated.”

Rolling your eyes, you watch as he leaves the bedroom. The rest of the afternoon is the sweetest you ever had. You stay on bed, talking, laughing, and even making mean comments about some people, but you're not very proud of that. He tells you to drink water every hour, and even though you act like you're annoyed, you actually find it cute. You can see how the look on his eyes change sometimes, worriedly staring every time you stand up too fast. Nobody ever cared so much. Well, Diane did, but boys? Never.

You still feel the consequences of the heat exhaustion when the night falls, still feeling, well, exhausted, despite doing nothing all afternoon. Your heartbeat increases when you hear Diane coming upstairs, suddenly aware that Billy is in your bedroom, on your bed, and you have your legs over his as he tells you something about Dustin and Steve being the dorks of Hawkins.

“What do you think she'll say?” Billy asks as the footsteps grow louder.

“I have no idea,” you mumble, taking a deep breath. “I'm in here, aunt.” You raise you voice when you hear her calling.

You're blushing hard when she opens the door, eyes going wide the moment she spots Billy. Diane has a huge interrogation on her face, but she's not mad. She's just surprised. But you're not sure if it's because you have a boy in your bedroom, or if it's because you've been trying for a while now to convince her there's nothing between you and this boy. Something tells you it's probably the second one.

“Aunt, I fainted.” You decide to let her know before she says anything embarrassing. And, as you expected, her face changes as she comes to sit on the bed.

“What?” She cups your face. “What do you mean? What happened, honey?”

“Heat exhaustion,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders. “But I'm alright now. Billy...” He held you in his arms under the shower like a damn prince and you almost lost your freaking mind. “He brought me home and stayed to make sure I was ok.”

“Thanks, Billy.” Diane looks at him, smiling. “Anything happens to my baby I swear to God I'll go insane.” She hugs you tight, taking a deep breath. “I was going out with Robert tonight, but I'm canceling it.”

“No, no!” You burst out, holding her by the shoulders and pulling her out of the hug. “You're going. I won't be the one to ruin your date.”

“Do you really think I'm going out if you're sick?”

“Aunt, I'm not sick. I'm perfectly fine now. I promise I'll call you if anything happens, but please go.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, smiling. Diane takes a deep breath and stands up, and you can see something behind her eyes. She likes this guy, you can feel it.

An hour later, you hear her pacing around her room, getting ready to go out. You and Billy are ordering something to eat and she insisted on paying. Well, who are you to complain? You're both standing by the window, patiently waiting to see Robert's car when he arrives to pick her up.

“Is it Robert Jacksonville or Robert Klein?” He asks.

“I have no idea.” You don't know any of those anyways. You close your eyes when a cold wind blows in, invading the room. It's a blessing after this unusually hot day, which managed to knock you out. When you move a little to the side, you collide onto Billy's shoulder, but you don't move away this time. Instead, you position yourself in front of him, and you feel relieved when his arms come around you. Resting your back against his chest, you let out a sigh.

“Honey, do you–” Your aunt's voice makes you pull away, your head turning towards the door. “Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt.”

“You're not. We were just waiting to see Robert's car.” Shrugging your shoulders, you step away from Billy. “Jackson or Klein?” You inquire.

“Klein.” She answers with a smile.

“Right choice,” Billy adds.

“I hope so. Well, I just came to ask Billy to stay here. Keep an eye on you.”

“Uhm... I don't need–”

“I'll stay.” He speaks before you can finish.

“Good.”

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” You say, linking your arm to hers and pulling her to the hall, away from Billy's ears.

“What is it, hun?”

“Diane, you can't ask Billy to stay. What if you come back too late? He will–”

“I don't mind if he sleeps here, is that's what you think the problem is.”

That's not the problem. But now it is. You weren't thinking about that, you just didn't want him driving home late since you did see some sort of wild animal in the woods. You know he might be used to it, but you think it's smart to wait up a while until whatever that was leaves or gets hunted by someone. “I'll talk to him about it.”

“You really like him, don't you?” She lowers her voice, taking both your hand on hers.

It's obvious now, denying it would be a huge lie and lying is not your thing. So you just nod, looking down. “I do.” More than that actually. The other word, that insists on coming to your mind whenever you think about your feelings for Billy, almost rolls out your tongue. “Earlier today he said he's... Sure. About what he feels for me.”

Diane's lips break into a bright smile. “That's amazing, honey.” The doorbell rings and it immediately makes you turn the tables to tease her.

“Who could that be?” You ask in a sarcastic tone.

“That's my ride.” She kisses your cheek. “Take care and do call me if you feel bad. Love you.”

“Love you too. Have fun.” You wave at her, going back to the bedroom. Billy is still by the window and tilts his head to the street.

“He has a nice car.”

You rush to his side, noticing the green car by the sidewalk. “Nah. I like the Camaro better.” You look at him, just so you can admire the beautiful smile he has on. “I... I was talking to Diane, and you can sleep here if you want. There's still some kind of wild animal out there and I since I don't know when she'll come back... I don't want you driving late at night with that thing lurking in the woods.”

“You're so cute when you're worried about me.” He teases, a finger under your chin, making you raise your head to look at him.

You'd have to tiptoe to kiss him, and even so, he'd have to bend down a little. “Why the hell do you have to be so damn tall?” The question rolls out your tongue as if it was a living thing.

Billy's smile only gets wider, and you can see there's something behind his eyes. In a sudden motion, he lifts you up, the same way he did on the shower earlier today, like a bride. “Ok... What's that about?” You know what's this about. Your faces are at the same level.

“It's not my fault you're tiny.”

“I'm not tiny!” You exclaim, punching his chest. “I'm a normal size.”

“Not in this country, princess.”

You swing your legs a bit, biting back a smile. “I'm a little hungry. Should we order dinner?” You keep your voice low, eyes involuntary drifting to his lips, so damn close again.

“Always running from me...” He mutters, carrying you downstairs.

When your dinner comes, you make a damn mess. You're laughing, way too loud, and the guy with the pizza seems a little uncomfortable. And to add up, you have no idea where Diane left the money. You leave the door open as you look through the house. It takes long five minutes to find it and the delivery guy is more than happy to leave. You eat watching this awful horror movie, laughing through it, at the character's stupid decisions. It's almost midnight when you're getting ready to sleep. You give Billy a blanket and a pillow, telling him to take the couch and he doesn't complain.

But half an hour later, you're restless. That's not what you thought when you told Billy he could stay the night. It's useless trying to dissimulate now. You wish he was here, just so you could have his arms around you... But Billy made it clear he won't push it, so it's up to you if you want him to be here.

“Damn it,” you mutter to yourself, looking at the ceiling. It doesn't have to be that hard. You don't have to think so much. Billy has been giving all the good signs, and if, only if, he makes a bad turn you'll know and step back. But now... He's being gentleman, despite his bad boy reputation. And you have no idea why or how it happened. Why Billy changed so much because of you. But Monica is right, if you overthink for the rest of your life, you'll never do anything.

Taking a deep breath, you get up, trying not to make too much noise in case he's sleeping. Tiptoeing through the stairs, you curse yourself when the woods beneath your feet cracks. When you reach the living room, you find Billy wide awake, and his eyes find you immediately. You can't help but smile.

“Hey,” you mumble, awkwardly standing beside the TV.

“Couldn't sleep?” He asks and you shake your head no. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I'm good,” you assure him, gesturing upstairs. “I just... This couch is pretty uncomfortable so maybe we could share the bed. If that's ok.” You're thankful for the darkness because you're sure you're blushing. Looking down, you clear your throat. “But... Only share the bed.” You decide to make it clear, despite how embarrassed you are at the moment.

Billy stands up, and as he comes closer, you keep your eyes on his chest because you can't face his gaze now. “How many times do I gave to say?” He whispers, his deep, low voice burning right through you. “Whatever you want. I'll let you set the pace.”

“How many girls have you allowed to set the pace in the relationship?” As you speak, you give a step back, making your way back to the room upstairs.

“I've never been to a relationship. You're the first.” You don't know why but it makes you giggle, closing the door when you're both in. “What? You don't believe me?”

“I do, I just... I don't know.” When your eyes meet his, you notice a hint of... Insecurity? Vulnerability? You gotta be misreading something here because there's no way Billy has any of this things in him... But still, it seems odd. Like he's hurt somehow. Then it clicks.

It must be hard for him too, to open his heart like this. If he's being honest, as you genuinely think he is, this whole thing is as new to him as it is to you. And judging by his devil of a father, of course, he has those things in him. He probably never exposed of felt them towards a girl before, but they're in there. “Billy, just... I couldn't sleep because I wanted you here... To know what it would feel like to maybe... Uhm... Have you holding me...” It comes out too low, and it sounds like a mess. “Please, just...”

“Come here, then.” He takes your hand and pulls you to the bed.

You lay down slowly, but it's almost automatic how you both move. Like magnets, like you've been doing this for a very long time. You lay your head on his chest, and the feeling of his arms around you is like heaven. There's nothing left to say, the silence itself is enough. Your hand is flat against his chest, and you feel his heart beating. Your thumb slowly moves, caressing him through the shirt. “Good night,” you whisper, barely moving, unable to believe this is actually happening.

“Good night, princess.” You feel when he moves to place a soft kiss on the top of your head.

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In The Air Tonight

From The MoonBrella Academy

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: sex (penatrative, m/f), erotic asphyxiation, death, angst, PTSD, mentions of war, magic, general Klaus-induced chaos. GIF by @sheehanspam

A/N: During the summer of 1974, The Kostas family feels more than the oppressive weight heat. A true prophecy warns them something is on the horizon. Something that will set the course for the rest of their lives all thanks to the man out of time and a baby they promised to raise.

Honey found her balance after straddling Leon. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm of back and forth. Her husband reached up to caress her breasts. She seized his wrists so tight, her manicured nails dug into her own palms.

Leon, switching gears, grabbed at them roughly instead. He pinched one of Honey’s nipples swollen then the other. They were lost perfectly in his grip as he massaged them, played with them as Honey rode him. He growled and she cried out before moving his hand towards her mouth to suck and bite at Leon's finger and thumb.

They were like a couple possessed. There was something in the air like static. Manhattan was the hottest Honey had known it to be. Everyone drifted slowly and drenched in sweat on the streets and in her apartment. It had been quiet during the worst of the heat. Only Diego and Klaus dained to still visit.

Earlier in the evening, up on the roof with their feet solidly in a wading pool, Leon and Honey sensed Klaus was uneasy about everything. He complained that the temperatures and the electricity in the air was suffocating him. Making his skin crawl as he stripped to his underwear. Everyone was in stages of undress, even the littles were naked and Honey topless.

“It's like Vietnam. The humidity is cellular. I feel strange and twisted.”

“Murderous, but fancy a good shag?” Leon’s query settled across the roof. “Like you could kill who you..” he mouthed fuck.

Two sets of verdant eyes gawked at Honey who suddenly sat up and covered her breasts. “Knock it off, the both of you. You're creeping me out.”

Somehow they made it through dinner and bedtime and MASH and Carol Burnett before Leon threw Honey over his shoulder. She squealed and mimicked trying to escape, but it only spurned Leon into grabbing a fistful of her ass. He maneuvered her around so she could wrap her arms and legs around him while they lumbered and kissed and undressed towards the bedrooms.

“Shhh,” Honey admonished with a strangled laugh. She pointed at the doorway to Sugar and Sunny’s room.

Klaus had passed out on the floor between the tiny beds, his head in his arms on his stomach. Sunny half poured out of the bed with a hand on his.. uncle? Brother? Klaus’s head, little fingers tangled up as he sucked on his free thumb.

Now here they were maybe hours later, insatiable. The air was stifling and had a magnetic crackle that raised the hair on their bodies as they kept having sex. Honey pushed it out of her mind that metal objects were slowly shifting in one direction as she placed Leon's hand around her throat. Her body rocked up and down faster.

There was a blue tinge to the sky and lightning. Heat lightning Leon insisted. It set Klaus on edge with the kids playing around him. He and Sunny tested out telekinesis while Selina danced to David Bowie. Her dark eyes were covered by Klaus’s literal rose colored glasses. He kept zoning out. Like he was waiting, waiting for the consequences of all of his actions.

“Tio Topolino, watch me!” Selina spun with her arms up in the air. Uncle Mouse. Klaus had been too hard to say before she learned her parents’ native tongues.

“Something is coming, Gracie.”

“Why would you say that, Leonidas?”

They were whispering in Greek. The littles weren't quite ready for Greek yet, but Klaus was born fluent. So they spoke in hushed tones on the fire escape.

“Doesn't it feel that way? The last few Weeks. Klaus usually leaves after a day. He's been here for nearly two months. There's bound to be repercussions, right?”

“Not much happened that he's said, or we read, as the result of Vietnam or 1960-1963.”

Leon rolled his eyes at his wife and made a tsk sound, “Just a bloody apocalypse or two. That Dickensian fuck who raised him got a whole new legion off it. Klaus talked you into having our baby. Then into taking another baby he stole. Skip a stone on a pond, and it makes ripples, don’t it?”

Honey hated when her husband was right. And her vagina loved how smart he was. She had looked in the window in time to see Sunny stand and toddle towards Klaus. His eyes glossed over and lost their irises. It was as if he had gone blind.

The parents scrambled through the window towards their son, but Klaus had him by the tiny hands. Sunny's pudgy fingers curled around his.. The larger ones for stability.

“Sunny?!” Selina shook her baby brother lightly.

“Klaus what the fuck? HELP HI-!” Honey yelled but Leon clamped a hand over her mouth.

“He’ll be ok,” Klaus sort of cooed. His voice was low and gentle. “I remember these. It happened so much when I was a kid. It's the innocence I think. I lost this ability because of Reginald.”

“He's in a trance, love. Like in all those movies with seances where the medium goes wonky, and they've got a message from the other side.” .

Everyone held their breath. Then a delighted shout came from the boy. “BIRB!! BEN!!” Then his eyes came back into focus; he threw his arms around Klaus’s neck. As if that was what he planned the entire time.

“Ben?!” Two men with the same face asked simultaneously. “That's my brother.”

“That was your brother’s name?” Klaus spoke first. “Maybe that's where I got it. When Mom asked us to choose our names based on our birth countries, I thought Germany was mine. My brother was Korean, but he couldn't settle on a name. Ben came to my mind. It felt.. familiar.”

Leon walked over to his kids and his twin, or clone, or whatever Klaus was, and picked Sunny up. The toddler stuck his thumb in his mouth and flexed and unflexed his little chubby fingers in his daddy’s long curls.

The matching mess of hair covered Leon's neck and chin as Sunny laid his tiny head down on the elder’s shoulder. The little yawned as his hand now absently stroked Leon's goatee.

“He died in Cyprus. He fought for Britain against our own people. He defected and was killed,” Leon said so casually. “He was 20. I was 16. It was really bloody difficult being an immigrant. A refugee. We left Greece during the Independence War when I was a year old. There's so much death, mate. All around us. I'm just really so sorry you and Nicklaus have to see it up close. I hope here, with Honey and I, they're a bit friendlier.”

Klaus had offered to conjure Leon's brother. His Benjamin. Leon declined. One day, maybe, but 15 years still wasn't enough time. That The Séance had likewise lost his brother in battle at the same age was empathetic enough.

Everyone was a bit melancholy, the air more humid with a spark, Klaus offered to get the littles to bed. Asked if he could crash in their room tonight instead of on the couch. The couple didn't mind.

Really, if Klaus could somehow, they both preferred he just stay here permanently. Honey could keep an eye on him that way. She and Leon knew Klaus had to go back and forth, maintaining his own timeline.

Except the last time he came was two years after he smuggled Sunny to his parents. He promised five minutes. This time it had been over a year. The Kostases were worried the next time he showed up, it would be the 80s. Or they would be old, their kids in their forties.

It was a silent agreement between Leon and Honey that they liked Klaus being around. “But what’s the price WE end up paying?”

Now there they were in the throes of it all. Honey encouraged Leon to tighten his grip around her neck as she scratched at his forearm. Their bodies gyrating in ways they hadn't in years. Not since before Selina. As if they couldn't fuck each other harder or faster.

Honey started to see black spots on the corners of her eyes. She relished in the struggle to breathe. Looking down, the blue tinted midnight sky with its wild lightning reflected back at her through Leon's eyes. He looked deliberate, livid. She knew she looked barking mad to him.

Honey tore at her tits and hair as she felt an orgasm coil around her sex and stomach. She was lightheaded and unable to scream out like always. She began to laugh as best she could like a woman possessed. Rode Leon through his explosion inside of her. She mentally willed it to get her pregnant.

Such a strange thing to wish for while Leon was killing her. Except he wasn't really, was he? Honey could feel herself pass out when there was a massive explosion in the sky over Manhattan.

Leon immediately let go of his wife. A blazing white light that blinded both of them filled the bedroom, and a squawking noise sounded from down the hall. Then yelling from Klaus lost somewhere in the present and possibly Vietnam. There was giggling and the patter of feet with more incoherent shouting and swearing from the littles’ room.

The bird noise only grew over the shouting, so Honey covered her ears to drown it all out. Leon looked stunned. Like he had woken from a terrible dream. That little girl laughter. The patter of feet running down the hall. The yelling and squawking all stopped. Cut off, as if the couple had fallen deaf.

“Mummy!” Selina exclaimed delightedly. It would be strange to Honey that her daughter had developed an accent like Leon's. Except that's who she spent most of her days with. Eventually Selina grew out of it, and Little Italy would take over.

“Can we keep him?! Are you and Papa playing?”

Honey knew Selina’s little head would be tilted. Little forehead wrinkled as it gathered between her eyebrows, tiny pink mouth slightly agape. How Honey loved finding more of Leon in her daughter every day.

“Keep what, Poppet?” Leon asked while helping Honey slide off of his lap. They weren't being modest, she just clearly was coming down from an adrenaline rush.

“This!” Selina held something large and black aloft. That squawking sound again.

Her parents froze. Selina held a raven nearly the size of Sunny in front of herself. It blinked its bright ebony eyes a few times, but was rather calm for being squeezed by a 5 year old. It, he. They knew it was a he. There was even affection on his face.

“Blimey love, whatcha got there?” Leon dared to ask. He was more fascinated than scared. The corvid set Honey’s hair on end.

“It’s Ben, Daddy!” Selina made a tsk noise and rolled her eyes. Little female Leon. “Sunny told us he was coming! The sky was filled with blue people, and Topo was scared. And Sunny’s little hands were blue and Topo’s were too and then Sunny started to fly. He's on the inside roof! Is he Mary Poppins?!” Selina could barely breathe, she was so excited.

“Those blue people are sad and Topo saw one and started to cry. That blue people is Dave. Then the bird came,” she held him out again towards her parents, “and he started making noises at all the blue people and they went away except three and Topo won't stop crying and Sunny is giggling. I'm tired. Can I sleep with you?”

As calm as they could muster, Honey and Leon got out of bed and put on clothes. Leon scooped up Selina who held the raven like a baby. Her dad ignored it. They made their way to the second bedroom where a blue light emanated into the hallway.

Like Sugar said, Klaus was on his knees crying into his hands. Sunny bobbed along the ceiling. He pushed off of it and bounced back up. The little boy’s laughter was a creepy juxtaposition to his older self gently weeping on the floor.

Honey knew. Leon knew. The “blue people” were ghosts. All of that static, that violence and heat in the air the last few weeks were the dead. Crackling and surfacing, begging to break through now that TWO mediums were together. It was, they immediately understood, Klaus’s sheer willpower that had held them at bay. But he was vulnerable, lost vigilance. They all broke through at once.

“Fuck me,” Leon managed at one of two soldiers. He was taller than Leon, but no mistaking his best of curls and angular jaw. Honey knew in life he had dark eyes. “Βενιᾱ��ῑ́ν?” Benjamin?

Dave, the woman knew, had been Klaus’s lover in Vietnam. He died saving Klaus and their regiment on the front line.

Except Honey could tell that wasn't true. The Commission had him killed to fix the timeline. They were different, not governed by violence more like stern warnings. As if parents instead of a dictator ran them now. When would they come to scold her family?

Lost in her worry, Honey didn't see the third man. The melancholic one with a cigarette perched in his fingers. He wore a giant suit jacket and equally large pants. There was a transparent tumbler of whiskey in his other hand.

This one, this ghost opened his mouth. At the same time Klaus sat up, his head cocked. Then he spoke, and a voice Honey hadn't heard in ten years came out.

“Hiya, Gracie.”

Honey began to weep. “Uncle Lenny.” She hid herself away so he wouldn't see the tears.

“Aw c’mon dollface. It's ok. I'm ok. I'm not ruining my life anymore. I do miss the stage. And Kitty. Tell Kitty I love her, will ya? And Honey, my Honey. That Kindergarten hooker. Spiteful bitch. I miss them. Proud of you, Gracie. We gotta go, ok. The three of us got wrapped up in all that jazz. By the way, cute little fuckers ya got there.”

Lenny tipped his head at Honey and Leon. Then he was gone. They were all gone. Everyone left behind in their wake to cry harder. To mourn in disbelief. Then giggling brought them all to.

Sunny floated down enough for Klaus to catch him by the ankle. He held the little boy to his chest, and Sunny patted him on the cheek. His hands weren't glowing anymore as he shoved a thumb in his mouth. Then, delighted, he gave a shout in the direction of the raven:

“BIRB!!”

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 100 Xs2) "Day 26: Seattle and Old Side Chicks

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They're playing The Show Box tonight.

"SEATTLE!!!!" Colson shouts as Sex Drive fades out. "How you doin' tonight?" He asks to their roars. "We got a special show lined up just for you... You ready to FUCKING DO THIS!?!" He screams.

The nightclub rattles in excitement around him. Leading off with Habits, they flow into Breaking News 2. Slim and Colson rocking across the stage together as lights and smoke flash and flow around them. El Diablo follows with LOCO, GTS and Wild Boy. Colson jumping into the crowd twice already.

Luna joins him OnStage for an overly sexual performance of Bad Things. Unable to keep their hands off each other. Throwing their matching tattooed arms up into the air as they dance and bop around, singing to one another. Colson drives the crowd wild when he grabs Luna as she heads OffStage. Spinning her around to dip and kiss her passionately before allowing her to go as he shouts her name to the crowd.

"Oooh... This Motherfucker..." Luna thinks. Pussy dripping for Colson as she walks SideStage.

Meeting up with Sam, Dom and The Ash's, Sam hands her joint as Ashleigh passes her their usual bottle of Jameson. The five friends laugh and sing together as The Boys run through Trap Paris, Candy, The Break Up and See My Tears. Dom dipping off at some point to prepare.

Strumming the opening chords to I Think I'm Okay, Colson shouts "I WANT THE ROOF BLOWN OFF THIS MOTHERFUCKER TONIGHT!!!!"

🎼Watch me//Take a good thing//And fuck it all up//In one night//Catch me//I'm the one//On the run//Away from//The headlights//No sleep//Up all week// Wasting time//With people//I don't like

I THINK//SOMETHING'S//FUCKING//WRONG WITH ME🎶

The audience sings with him so loudly they almost drown him out like alcohol. The energy is INSANE. 

🎶I HURT MYSELF//SOMETIMES//IS THAT TO SCARY//FOR YOU🎶

Chanting the lyrics with Colson as if they are their own personal mantra. The line still kills Luna's insides for Colson. Hearing it shouted along with a few thousand people is intense. Her eyes well up as her heart hurts for every disenfranchised individual in her presence who personally relates to it. Self harm is a serious and scary thing.

The building EXPLODES when Dom comes running onto the stage. Surprised and ecstatic over his appearance. He slams through the chorus with Colson before stepping up solo.

🎶Roll me up//And smoke me love//We could fly//Into the night🎶

You can barely hear Dom over the sea of voices singing with him. It's incredible to watch. The sound of unity so powerful it could give anyone goosebumps.

Both Boys are off. Surfing on top of the thousands of people willing to hold them up. Not needing to sing because the room is doing it for them.

Making their way back to the stage, they round out the song together. Singing GoodNight at different times at different ranges.

Luna has to have Ashleigh check her make up as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. She needs to get her shit together to go back on by the time The Boys finish. The reaction to Colson and Dom's song being so raw, Luna couldn't help but find herself to be emotional. For as hardcore as Colson is, Luna knows he is truly the sweetest, most lonely boy ever. Sometimes it makes her so sad for him, wanting nothing more than to protect him from himself. How do you do that though?

"SEEEATOOOLLL!!!!!" Dom shouts "WE LOFE YOOOU!!!"

"FUCK YEAH, WE DO!!" Colson shouts with him as they stand side by side.

The Girls are moving around behind them. Setting up OnStage. They've decided to twist the fuck outta Seattle. Rook is still sat behind his kit as Baze hands Sam a bass guitar. Luna picking up the electric she had rehearsed with earlier as Tech places microphones and stands down for both her and Ashley.

"So, much that we cooked up this little rendition just for YOU!! KICK IT!!" Colson calls as him and Dom step aside.

Everyone within ear shot loses their fucking minds the minute Luna hits those first famous chords to Smells Like Teen Spirit. Rook and Sam knocking in hard behind her. Luna's warm voice snakes around the opening lyrics. She stays on beat but her voice is smoother and more trained than Cobain's while still holding his same haunting drawl.

🎼Loooad up on guns//Briiing your friends//It's fun to lose//And toooo pretend//She's over bored//And seeelf assured//Oooh no//I know//A dirty word🎶

Flipping the script, The Girls are covering Nirvana. Ashley stepping in as her and Luna croon together. Harmonizing like an intriguing mix of handcuffs and silk.

🎶Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello🎶

Rook, Sam and Luna ripping into their instruments as Ashley let's her voice fly loose. Raw. Not caring to be perfect as she belts the lyrics fiercely.

🎶With the liiiights out//It's less dangerousss//Here we arrre nooow//Entertain uuuus//I feel stuuuupid//And contagiouuusss//Here we aaaare now//Entertain usss//A mulattooo//An albinooo//A mosquitooo//My libidooo//YEAH🎶

Luna slams into her guitar as her vocals slip in again. Matching up with Ashley as they use a flat tone.

🎶HEY//YAY🎶

Colson, Dom and Baze are setting themselves up SideStage. They're gonna follow them with a Bikini Kill song before The Girls fully finish.

The stage is shaking from the mosh pit happening just yards away from The Girl's feet. Luna and Ashley grin at each other. Regardless of personal feelings, it's a great fucking song. Luna hitting those significant chords on her guitar again as her voice wraps itself throughout the lyrics.

🎶I'm worse//Aaat what//I dooo best//And fooor this gift//I feeeeel blessed//Our littlllle group//Has alllways beeeeen//And alwaaaays wiiiill//Until the ennnnd🎶

Luna and Ashley hum through the Hellos and How Lows before Ashley comes in to wail through the chorus again. Her voice the perfect balance of clarity and rasp. Instruments floating around her impeccably.

🎶With the liiiights out//It's less dangerousss//Here we are nooow//Entertain uuuus//I feel stuuuupid//And contagiouuusss//Here we aaaare now//Entertain usss//A mulattooo//An albinooo//A mosquitooo//My libidooo//YEAH🎶

Rook, Sam and Luna pound through the slight jam session flawlessly. You can hear Luna's guitar whine out Hello continuously before Rook rumbles them down. Luna taking her place back at the microphone.

🎶And I fooorget//Just whyyyy I taste//Oh yeeeah//I guess//It maaakes me smile//I found it haaaard//It's hard to find//Oh well//Whaaateeverr//Neeverrrmiiiind🎶

Ashley and Luna harmonizing as they repeat Hellos and How Lows again before Ashley slays the chorus once more. Sending the audience into another physical frenzy along with Rook's drums. You can't hear neither Ashley nor Luna over the crowd as they scream over and over about A Denial with them.

Instead of fading out, Rook picks up his pace to a faster punk beat. It's kinda funny as Baze switches out with Sam. Dom with Ashley and Colson with Luna.

Colson snatching a quick kiss off of Luna before his deep voice alters the punk girl anthem. It's sound is harder and less poppy than the one The Girl's covered.

🎼That girl//Thinks she's the queeeeen//Of the neighborhood//She's gooot//The hottest trike//In toowwwn//That girl//She holds her head//Up sooo high//I think I wanna//Be her//Booyfriend//Yeah🎶

During rehearsal, Luna had shown Dom and Colson where to change up certain lyrics to fit the swap.... And also because she's a fucking cunt.

Dom hits the mic, nailing the chorus. Being in Seattle, most of the crowd is singing along with him.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

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Bikini Kill is one of Seattle's few surviving bands. Tobi Vale being the first girl Kurt Cobain was ever mesmerized by, crushing on her hard. As one of The Original Riot Grls, she had no time for the quiet blue eyed boy. The band's lead singer Kathleen Hanna making fun of him one night, writing Kurt Loves Teen Spirit on his bedroom wall in Olympia. It was a direct reference to Tobi's deodorant. His most famous hit being inspired by a girl who couldn't be bothered by him. How ironic. Courtney Love HATES Tobi Vale. Courtney Love HATES Smells Like Teen Spirit. Luna HATES Courtney Love. Being more of a Pixies fan, Luna never cared much for Nirvana. Even before his daughter became one of her bestfriends. Luna's lack of interest in her family being a great source of comfort to Frances. Her hatred for Courtney being born and growing naturally. Watching first hand how The Mother's selfish and self destructive behavior had affected Frannie through the long years of their friendship. Pissing Luna off more and more with every missteps. Playing the 90s theme song with Colson covering Rebel Girl beside it, IN Seattle, is the ultimate FUCK YOU to Courtney Love from Luna. It's also probably the ONLY time she's ever secretly hoped her performance will pop up on YouTube.

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Making the song his along with Dom as Rook, Baze and AJ slaughter the quick paced, bass driven, punk tune with them. Colson's deep voice penetrates the next set of lyrics as he slams into his guitar.

🎶When she taaalks//I hear the revolution//In her hiiiips//There's revolution//When she waaaalks//The revolution's coming//In her kiiiiss//I taste the revolutiooonnnn🎶

Colson screams before Dom hits the chorus again. Each with their own Rebel Girl in mind throughout the song.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

The Boys flow into the gnarly jam session. Rook's drums throbbing as AJ shreds relentlessly. If there's one thing Luna's learned tonight, it is that, THIS motherfucker can RIP.

Colson comes in again, leathery voice shouting out the strong, female positive lyrics. Luna did this on purpose. Switching up the two bands, she wanted the gender flip. Just like Nightmare. It's an important symbolism of feminism and equality. Being smart and lucky enough to fall in love with a man who has a daughter and shares her views.

Never a quiet man. Colson is known for not holding back from stepping up or speaking out for what he believes in. Standing solidly beside Luna, pushing for A Change, they WHOLE heartily believe it can happen. Or will die continuing to fight for Casie and her generation's sake.

🎶That girl//Thinks she's//The queeeen//Of the neighborhoooood//I got newwsss//For you//SHE IISSS//They say//She's a dyke//But I know//She iiissss//MY GIRLFRIEND//YEAH🎶

Colson and Dom come in together. As Colson slashes his guitar, he looks over at his friend. On instinct Dom turns to catch his eye. Grinning, they shout the chorus together. Both of their Rebel Girls standing behind them ready to take over.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

Shifting slightly to the side, each boy steps from the mic. Releasing it to their partner. Colson's guitar tearing it's way up and down Luna's spine from behind. Without missing a beat Luna and Ashley take the last hook together. Female Empowerment being their overall Life Goal.

🎶Love you//Like a sister//Always//Soul sister//Rebel girl//Come and be//My best friend//Will you Rebel girl//I really like you//I really wanna be//Your bestfriend//Be my reeeeebel grrrrrrrllll🎶

As Rook and Baze fade them out, the room is uncontrollable. Seattle LOVES it's hometown hero's. Courtney Love does not fit into that category.

"That was killer..." Colson says lowly in Luna's ear as he kisses the back of her neck.

With her body flush, it's her duty to take the mic right now. Nuzzling her head back into him, she drops a low I Love You before hitting it.

"SEATTLE!!!!!" She shouts as she tries to calm her insides. "HOW ARE YOU?" She asks to their cheers. "We've got one more cover.... How many of you know of Andrew Wood and Mother Love Bone?" She asks.

Only half the nightclub answers her. She expected this.

"A little lesson in music history..." She smiles.

The crowd hoots out for knowledge. Loving the interaction as Luna strolls around the stage. Talking with her hands as she tells the story.

"Andrew Wood and Mother Love Bone were the pioneers of the Seattle scene." This is heard by a louder cheer and a grin on her face. "We lost him unfortunately... In '89. The remaining band took up Eddie Vedder and became Pearl Jam."

A mixed reaction fills the atmosphere. Some knowing the story. Some caught off guard.

"Hold on... Hold on... Hold on...it goes deeper." Luna shushes them.

She squats down on the middle of the stage. Continuing her story as Tech sets up behind her.

"Andrew Wood was Chris Cornell's bestfriend and roommate at the time of his death." This draws a sadness from the crowd. "I know, friends.... I know..." She sadly comforts them. "That's why were gonna play this next diddy. It is in honor of Andrew. Originally sang by Chris and Eddie....  I KNOW you'll know it when you hear it.... So when you do... You FUCKING SING!!!" Luna shouts to their erupting agreements.

Standing up, Luna grabs the electric she's been using. She begins to slowly pick the soft opening chords with Rook, Sam and Baze behind her.

By their reaction this time, Colson is pretty sure they've lost the roof. Watching his sea of family, he loves the way his woman speaks with them.

In Luna's opinion, Chris Cornell had the greatest voice of his generation. In her mind, there's more pressure to nail this upcoming song more than the prior. It's personal and the social relevance meaning more to her than the Top 40 Hit.

Luna starts them off, making everyone around them ooze with sentiment. Her strong, layered voice a smart match to represent Cornell.

🎼Well//I don't mind//Steealing bread//From the moooouths//Of decadeeeence//Hmmmmm//But I can't feeeeed//On the powerless//When my cup's//Already overfiiiiilled//Yeeeah//Mhhhm🎶

Luna's vocal range is both bold and delicate enough to hold it's own against the already emotional song. Allowing a tinge of pain to slip through her as she sings. The crowd joining her.

🎶But//It's on the taaable//The fiiire's cooookin'//And they're farmin' babies//The slaves are all woooorkinnn'//Blood is on the taaable//The moooouths//Are all chooookinnn'//But I'm goin' hungryyyyy//Yeeeeah🎶

Rook, Baze, Sam and Luna flip through the chords of the slightly dark melody. Colson's deep voice perfect as he steps up to the mic and takes on Eddie's verse. His family helping him as they sing along still.

🎶I don't mind//Stealing bread//From the mouths//Of decaaaaadence//But I can't feed//On the powerless//When my cup's alreadyyy//Overfiiiilllledd//Oh ohhhh//But//It's on the table//The fire is cookinnnnn'//And they're farmin' babies//The slaves are all wooorrrkin'//Annnnd//It's on the table//Their mouths//Are all choookinnnn'//But I'm going hungry🎶

Dom backs Colson. Wailing. AJ matches Sam with a second rhythm guitar as Rook bangs into his kit. Baze nailing the bass as Luna's fingers fly over the lead.

🎶I'm goin' hungrrryyy🎶

Ashley pops in with the next verse as Luna backs her. The crowd flowing with Luna and Ashley at different times.

🎶I'm goin' hungrryy🎶

🎶Oooohhh//I'm huuuungrrryyy AYYY🎶

Colson and Dom coming back in together at different times. All four voices stacking themselves on top of each other's along with The Band. As the crowd continues to sing along with them, it's anything short of amazing.

🎶I'm goin' hungrryy🎶

🎶I'm goin' hungrraaayyy🎶

🎶I'm goin' hugrrriiyyy🎶

🎶I'm goin' huuuungrAyAyAyyyy🎶

Dom and Ashley shift their voices together to continue singing about Goin' Hungry. Their vocals following together beautifully as the instruments rage behind them along with the voices of the audience.

Luna stepping in to take over Cornell's major part. Voice lacing around the lyrics of Not Minding Stealing Bread as she belts them. Ashley and Dom still behind her repeating separately how they're Goin' Hungry.

Colson's deep voice slides in to add another chapter of theft to the story as he sings beside Luna. Picking up the rhythm, Dom and Ashley drop out. Leaving Colson and Luna to play off each other's voices as they sing about Goin' Hungry.

🎶Oooohh//I'M GOIN HUNGRAAAAY AY YEEE🎶

Luna bellows alone one last time as Rook and her guitar lead them out. The Show Box BURSTS with hoots, claps and cheers as they end.

Grinning, Colson grabs Luna. As her guitar hits his chest hard, he doesn't care. With all the electricity flowing through him, he can't feel it. Only her lips. Breaking away from her, he turns to address the crowd.

"YO!!! GIVE IT UP AGAIN FOR MY GIRL, THAT BROOKLYN BITCH AND MY HOMIES YOUNGBLUD AND HALSEY!!!" Colson shouts to the volcanic club.

As Ashley and Dom head OffStage, Luna grabs her mic again. Always pushing.

"WE NEED CHAAAANGE!!!" She screams to the unshakable crowds agreement.

"She's so fucking cool...." Colson can't help the smile on his face as he watches Luna.

Grabbing one more kiss, Luna bounces OffStage. Meeting up with Ashley, Dom, Sam and Ashleigh, the three are still zipping with energy. Sam promptly passing Luna a joint as Ashleigh shouts that They Were Fucking INCREDIBLE. Luna can't help but beam as she holds the joint between her lips and grabs for a five people hug. Friendship really is a BEAUTIFUL thing.

The show's not even halfway through. Hollywood Whore kicking in next before Rap Devil and Until I Die. Switching spots with Rook as they cover Shout At The Devil.

It's honestly Luna's favorite cover of The Band's. Not even because of the song. As much as she loves Colson, she adores Rook and loves to see him shine the way he does when he takes the mic. His performance is so on point, you just KNOW he was raised with music in his blood. Even if you're unaware of where he hails from.

Still running, Colson grabs his guitar for his cover of Ocean Eyes. Catching Luna's as he sings. Both of their hearts swelling for the other over the reason he covered it.

Next comes a slew of more songs. Slim making his way back UpStage. Their friends watching SideStage as they get fucked up and sing along to Golden God, ALPHA OMEGA, Lately, Bad Motherfucker, Wake&Bake, Rehab and 27.

The lights drop to The Family's calls for an ENCORE. Loving them the way they do, The Boys oblige. Heading back out to encore Sail.

"THANK YOU, SEATTLE!!!!" Colson shouts before finally heading OffStage for the night.

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Carrying Luna over his shoulder down the venue hallway, Colson sees the artwork of one of The Boys. Laughing, he turns Luna to see also.

"I bet it was Rook...." She guesses with a chuckle.

"Nah... Too short." He continues to laugh. "Grab my phone and post it to my Insta, please." Colson asks Luna.

Slipping her hand along his perky ass into his back pocket, she pulls out his phone. Snapping the picture at his request.

"Here.... You know I don't Instagram..." Luna deadpans as she hands the device to him from around the side of his lean body.

Laughing again, he shakes his head at her refusal to even interact with the app at all. Continuing to carry her to his dressing room as he posts it.

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"Always follow the signs.

😈👅💦🐈🍆💥"

#seattle #hoteldiablo"

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"Holy SHIIIIT, Loons...." Colson groans out.

Laying his head back in delight as her tight pussy slowly slides up and down him. Teasing and pleasing his cock as she takes her time riding him. Colson takes her face into his large hands. Kissing her softly.

"Unnhh, I missed you...." He says as another grunt escapes him.

"Mmmm. Me tooo." She purrs.

Moving his mouth from her lips to her neck, Luna leans back, hands on his thighs as he seeks out her plump breasts. Sucking and nibbling on her piercings, Colson makes Luna shift against him faster. Rocking him deeper inside of her. She grabs the top of his hair. Pulling on it to keep her pace steady, he grabs and shakes her ass as it bounces.

"Mmmm... Gimme that dick." Luna moans.

Her demands excites Colson even more. Grabbing one hip firmly and snatching for her hair, he takes control. Sucking on her neck as he slams her up and down his cock. Moving her body like a willing doll. Making her walls clench and body quiver.

"My dirty girl likes that's... Hmm?" He says into her neck.

Luna can only utter sounds of pleasure as he fills her body. Feeling herself close, she starts to thrust into his rhythm. Colson pushes back, grabbing both of Luna's tits as they begin bucking against each other. Bitting the side of his neck, she makes him cum with her.

"Oooh, FUCK...." He shouts as they explode together.

Feeling his body go limp, Luna nuzzles into his naked chest. Kissing her forehead, they sit. The sound of the blood pumping through his heart synching up with her own.

Lifting her head, she asks him To Roll A Joint to his nod. Climbing off of him, Luna chops up her third set of rails today. Colson's fourth.

"What the fuck? I told you off your ass..." He teases as Luna looks at him perplexed. "You didn't get my voicemail?" He asks with a hint of disappointment as he lights the joint.

Luna shakes her head No as they bend down to do their lines together. Lifting up, she adjusts herself. Checking her nose and make-up.

Calling her voicemail as they pass the bone back and forth, Colson is definitely on there. Talking about porn and doing drugs off of her ass.

"And you say I'M WILD!!" Luna laughs as they head towards the door, looking over her shoulder coyly taunts. "There's always later."

Her words making Colson's member stand at full salute for her. Again.

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Sneaking Away From Team Seven // Kakashi Hatake x Reader Smut

Info: Kakashi and you are senseis who are training your teams together, and things get a bit heated between you two so you both sneak away.

Contains: blow job, fingering and penetrative sex. Not that kinky.

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I have no idea why I thought training with another team would be a good idea? It's double the work, and I'm nearly exhausted on having to train another three kids. I looked at my students, they were just working on their chakra placement and trying to climb up trees upright. At least they were getting somewhere. I looked over at the other team, and all I could hear was arguing. After hearing about how mean and strict Kakashi-Sensei is, I would've assumed his students were disciplined. I never really talked to Kakashi, but I knew who he was. Everyone does, he's one of the finest shinobi and somehow he got stuck with this team? And I do sure as hell mean he's fine in his skills and fine since he is pretty attractive. I wouldn't mind getting closer to him.

Hmmm, I should go help them instead of waiting around. I quickly tell my team that I'll be gone for a moment to help team seven catch up. I walk towards them, and Kakashi looks at me with a bored look on his face. How many times does he deal with this? As I get closer, I notice it's the blonde haired boy and the one with black hair arguing, the girl is just standing there, having no idea what to do.

"Need any help?" I ask Kakashi. He gives me a slight nod.

I really don't have time for this, so I just grabbed both boys by the collars of their shirt, and gave them both a dirty look. They've probably gotten use to Kakashi's cold stare but seemed phased by mine. I put them down gently.

"Great, now that I have you attention. Please get back to training. Kakashi-Sensei does not have time for your arguing, and I sure as hell don't. I would like to say that I'm a nice sensei who wants nothing but the best for pupils to succeed, but you both are getting on my nerves. I don't care who's ahead, you've both been beat by everyone else and are at the same level right now when it comes to this exercise. Don't piss me off again, got it?" I say in calm but authoritative tone.

Both boys seemed surprised but back off from one another, and turn around to get back to the trees.

I quickly tut at them.

"Where do you think you two are going? You have to apologize to your sensei for the stress you caused him from your fighting." I put my hand on Kakashi and I feel shift from one foot to the other.

The boys turn around and apologize to Kakashi before heading out to do their exercise again.

"Thanks for that, I was about to lose it," I hear Kakashi say.

I notice my hand is still on him, and swiftly take it off from him mumbling a quick sorry as I noticed he was looking at his shoulder.

"No problem, Kakashi-Sensei! I definitely want to help you anyway I can!" I enthusiastically say. I notice his stance waver again. Weird.

"Kakashi-Sensei, eh?" He questions.

"Yeah?—" I look at him in confusion, does he not like being addressed that way by his peers?—"Is that alright?"

"More than fine by me" Kakashi answers.

"You know the way you handled the boys, you sounded very different than you usually do," he states.

Different than I usually do? I don't think Kakashi knows me well enough to know me that way.

"I guess, like I said, I'm usually nice." I noticed he got closer. Oh shit, is he flirting with me?

"I like it, it really woke me up to hear  (y/n)-sensei

speaking that way." He put a hand on my shoulder now.

Yep, he definitely is flirting. God the things I would do to him, I internally scream. I place my hand on his, and look up at him through my eyelashes. Kakashi stares back at me.

"I can definitely speak that way more around you, but I usually try to keep to myself," I tell him.

"I can tell, I've always been curious about you, (y/n). I see you around all the time but I haven't really gotten a chance to talk until now," Kakashi says.

"I feel the same about you, Kakashi the copy cat ninja," I jokingly tease at the nickname he's been given.

I see a slight blush rise on his cheeks.

"I can show you what else I can do. Both our students are off in their own little worlds. I know somewhere we can be alone."

Before I can even respond, Kakashi quickly grabs my waist and jumps high, soon enough we were gone from the students in seconds. It's not long before we stop in a secluded area of the woods. We weren't that far from our students, I could hear their faint yells. I look around and notice the set up, it seemed very... romantic. There were string lights hung up, and the layout resembled a mini patio canopy, big enough for two people. It felt cozy.

"Do you take all the girls over here," I say as Kakashi guides me to the sofa.

"Only the ones that I like, and I have to say, you're the only one so far who's caught my attention." He pulls me on top of him as soon as he sits down.

I really had nothing to lose, so when I noticed him staring at me, I couldn't help but feel the need to kiss him all over. I grabbed his face, pulled down his mask (which took him by surprise), and kissed him harshly. I felt him kiss back. He was soon biting on my bottom lip as a way of asking me to open my mouth for him, so I did. I wanted every piece of him. He tasted so good, our tongues were roaming each other's mouths. Kakashi grabbed my hips and started to make me move back and forth on his crotch. I stopped kissing his lips in favor of kissing his neck, and he really seemed to like it when I kissed him there. Soon enough, I was able to tell when I found his sweet spot when I heard a soft groan come from him. I wanted to hear more of that.

"You look so pretty on top of me, baby—is it alright if I call you that?" I nod at the pet name he has given me.

I stopped kissing his neck, and decided to take in the scene around me, including him. This is the first time I've seen him without his mask on, and God knows why he wears it. He's gorgeous! And I'm not saying that because my mind is perceiving him more attractive since we're about to have sex, but he truly is! I just want him to take me right here, right now.

"Wow, Kakashi-Sensei, you're really hot!" I blurt out, a slight blush appears on my cheeks once I realize what I said.

"Thank you, baby. So are you, I've been wanting this forever," he lets it slip.

"Forever?"

Kakashi soon regains his confidence, and starts slowing undressing me. He begins by taking off my jacket and undershirt, leaving my bra exposed.

"Mmm... I've always had my attention on you. Your outfit really fits you right, and your face is gorgeous, and your personality is something else, you're the hottest kunoichi, everyone knows it," he tells me.

After undoing my bra, Kakashi cups my breasts and I start grinding on him, I can feel his cock underneath my ass. He feels big, and I wouldn't be surprised if he is. He soon let's go of my breast, and grabs my ass instead. I take his hint and grind a bit more harder on him. Kakashi grinds against me, and it feels so good. I quickly bring my hands to them hem of his shirt, and he gives me a playful look.

"It's no fair that I'm the only one without a shirt on," I exclaim.

He chuckles, and removes his jacket and undershirt. He was a sight to take in. I run my hands up and down his abs, and his v-line has images running through my mind. He soon smacks my ass, and grabs it again, continuing to grind against me. Kakashi is getting real worked up. I really want him inside of me, I think to myself as I feel his cock more underneath me. I slowly start unbuttoning his pants, and he grabs my wrist to stop me, he instead takes me off from him, and stands up to pull down his pants. I do the same, leaving my underwear on. Kakashi sits back down, and his bulge his huge. I had a really strong desire to suck on his cock.

I reach over and start palming him, Kakashi tries his hardest to not buck his hips up. I soon reach for the waistband of his boxers, and he slightly lifts himself up so I can take them off. As soon as I take off his boxers, his cock springs up and hits his lower abs. I was right, he is huge. I feel myself get wetter at the sight of his cock. Kakashi lets out a quiet hiss once he feels the cool air hit his cock. I waste no time licking up the side of his length, and softly kitten lick the tip. This quickly gets his attention as he lets out a grunt.

"Think you can take all of me, (y/n)?" He teasingly asks.

That was probably his way of telling me to hurry up, so I slowly start taking his cock into my mouth. I feel the tip soon hit the back of my throat and I slightly gag, I keep taking more of him. Kakashi's cock is bigger than I thought, so I take whatever is not in my mouth and wrap my hands around it to jerk him off. I look and see Kakashi with his head back, he places his hand in my hair and uses it to keep himself balanced. He soon starts letting out low groans, and every time I hear them, I get more wet.

"You're so good with your mouth, (y/n)," he mumbles. He was too caught up in pleasure.

I start bobbing my head up and down, and I can tell he's keeping himself from fucking my throat. Maybe next time, right now I just really want him in me, especially after knowing how big he is. Given the position we were in, him sitting on the couch and me on the couch as well on all fours right next to him, I feel Kakashi's hand softly rub in between my folds which were covered by my underwear, he moved my underwear to the side, and slowly starts to run his finger through my pussy.

"Is this turning you on as much as me?" Kakashi questions.

I hum in response, and I feel him insert a finger inside me. I keep my composure, and continuing sucking on his cock. His finger was long and reached all the right places, he slowly started pumping the one finger inside me. I falter a bit, but regain myself and take his cock out of my mouth. I start licking up the side of cock again. I feel Kakashi insert another finger in me, stretching me out a bit. I would need at least three fingers to stretch me out for his cock. Kakashi curls his two fingers while moving them in and out, and I moan at that. He really knew what he was doing.

Soon we were both moaning messes with my mouth on his cock, and three fingers of his inside my pussy. I can't hold out much longer, I need to get fucked by him now!

"Kakashi, could you please fuck me?" I ask politely, he seemed into that type of thing.

He takes his fingers out of me, and situates me on his cock. Feeling the tip of his cock, I slowly sit down on it. I feel it stretching me out so good, I feel so full. His cock fits perfectly.

"Feeling full, baby?" Kakashi asks. I nod at him, not having the breath to answer him.

After a few moments of us just staying still so I could get adjusted to his size. I give him the okay to move. He softly starts thrusting inside me, careful not to be aggressive. I let out a whimper as I feel his cock inside me, the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. I loved it. I begin kissing him and he returns the favor, gaining momentum the more we kiss. I soon start fucking myself back onto his cock, this new feeling has us both moaning. Kakashi runs his hands all over my body, I can feel his start fucking me harder.

"Kakashi, you're so big, you feel so good," I loudly exclaim, I was certain I feel could his cock in my lower abdomen, it felt so good.

"Yeah? You're fucking myself really nicely on my cock, if you keep doing that I may cum soon," he pants.

This only makes me more determined in my movements that I started grinding on his cock while it's inside me. I feel the head of his cock, softly brush against my g-spot, I loudly moan.

"Is that your special spot, baby?" Kakashi is soon thrusting in that same direction leaving me breathless. All I could do was just moan his name.

He starts rubbing on my clit, just overstimulating me , I'm not sure how much I can handle. This was all too much.

"Kakashi, I really need to cum," I tell him while still riding his cock. I clench around him, and he moans, begging me to do it again.

"I let you cum, (y/n), just one favor, scream out Kakashi-Senei when you do."

He once again speeds up his thrusts, my senses were off the chart. He was hitting me g-spot repeatedly while rubbing my clit, it was too much to handle. In less than a minute I was clinging onto him as I yelled for Kakashi-Sensei while cumming all over his cock.

"Such a good girl," he tells me, holding his breath.

I feel Kakashi cum deep inside me, and it sets off my senses again, we both softly grind on each other to ride out our orgasms. We're both trying to catch our breaths. Not long after we've calmed down, we quickly get dressed. Don't ask about how we cleaned up, cause we didn't—I sure as hell didn't, though Kakashi doesn't seem to mind.

"Well that was something else," Kakashi speaks up.

"Yeah, really wasn't expecting to end up with Kakashi-Sensei's cum in me," I retort. I see him mega blushing.

"You know, I like it when you call sensei," he says.

"I can tell, and I'll gladly call you whatever you'd like if you keep giving me the time of my life like that all the time." I kiss him softly.

He kisses me back, as both dust off our uniforms. We start walking back to where we last saw our students. I see him pull out a book, and I read the title. Is this where he got the idea?

"So it's agreed, we're both into this, and will hopefully continue seeing each other?" Kakashi asks for confirmation.

"I would like that," I say.

"I'd like that as well."

We walk in silence, both grinning as we approach our students. They were just playing games together while we were gone I'm assuming. They look up once they here our footsteps getting closer. Without any questions asked since they most likely thought we were called for something important, I walk my students home. Kakashi does the same.

"Hope we can do this again, (y/n)-sensei!" I hear Kakashi shout.

I look back, and notice he stopped in his tracks.

"How about the day after tomorrow? Same place, same time. I may need to rest for a bit," I say, catching him off guard.

He quickly turns around after seeing the confused looks on his students' faces. I catch up with my students who I let go on without me, and they tell me all about their training.

I can't wait until the next time we meet up.

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anyone want a part two?

Hoped you enjoyed this!

Word Count: 2,796

Posted: 04/20/20

[shawnpetermuffins]

Too Close to You

' @luke-skywalkin : so I’m currently obsessed with jealous needy shawn sooo can u write one🥺'

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of smut

A/n: I got a little carried away with this, I think. But I kinda like it. I've also never written a full jealous!shawn so I hope this is okay.

Summary: Shawn thinks his friends like you a little too much and he's not handling it well.

Requested: yes.

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I love to hang out with Shawn and his friends. Ever since Shawn introduced me to them, I'd felt like part of the group. We all have inside jokes with each other, and when Shawn is out on tour and I can't be there with him, the guys always invite me to go out with them. Of course I agree, because let's face it, they need a wing-woman, because they have a difficult time getting girls for themselves.

So, yes, we're close. Which is why it doesn't bother me when Jon pulls me into his lap while we're at Brian's, all of us just drinking and having a good time. Just like it doesn't bother me that he's tickling my sides or playing with my hair. In fact, I lean into him because it feels nice, and with two cups of whatever strong, alcoholic concoction Matt had cooked up, it's not like I was in any position to sit straight for long periods of time.

Shawn's standing in the doorway, staring at me, and in my sober state, I would be able to tell that he's standing way too straight and that his jaw is clenched in that way it does when he's angry. But tipsy me does nothing about it, only takes the cup from Jon's hand and sips it.

“God, I need to get laid,” Brian exclaimed, plopping down next to us and pulling my feet into his lap.

“That's not all life is about, you know. Why don't you look for something real. Someone smart, and funny, and beautiful,” Shawn said, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. He's nursing the bottle of water in his hands - deciding that if I'm drinking tonight, he wouldn't be.

“Easy for you to say when you literally just described your girlfriend,” Matt said from the arm rest next to my head. “You seriously got the hottest, smartest, funniest woman on earth. What's even the point in the rest of us looking?”

My cheeks flush red and I let out a soft “Awwwe! Matty, that was so sweet!” I take a hold of his arm and he looks down at me. “C’mere.”

He leans down and I press the softest, quickest kiss to his lips before pulling away. Neither of us think anything of it. Shawn does, that's apparent in the way he crosses his arms over his chest, and sharply inhales through his nose.

“Okay, I need another drink. Let me up guys,” I pat Jon's chest and Brian swings my legs to the ground for me. I steady myself, both Matt and Shawn holding their arms out for me to grab. I stumble lightly into kitchen to fill up my cup. I'm in there a couple minutes, listening to the music that's now muffled - still loud, of course. But muffled, nonetheless.

I'm about to go back to sit with Jon when a tug on my arm pulls me in the opposite direction. Shawn's head rests against my stomach and my hand very instinctively goes to his hair. He hums, his hands resting on the pockets of my super skinny jeans. I swat at his hands when he kneads the covered flesh.

“Shawn, we're in public.”

“We're in Brian's living room. That's hardly considered public.” He's looking up at me, his curls flopping over his forehead, lashes brushing just under his eyebrows and I'm swooning.

But the moment ends much too soon when Brian pulls me back in, this time squished between him and Jon. “Smile!” Matt says, hiding behind Brian's Polaroid.

I close my eyes - knowing just how drunk I'd look if I kept them open - and smile wide, baring my teeth. I feel two sets of lips on me before the flash goes off and when I open my eyes, I see Shawn standing, his ears red, breathing heavy.

I push myself off the couch, best I can and brush my hand against his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Let's get out of here,” He pinches the bridge of his nose.”

“Shawn.”

“Y/n. I'm tired and I want to go. Please,” he says through gritted teeth. The boys aren't paying any attention to us.

I sigh, “Okay.”

The goodbyes are quick, Shawn's hand never leaving my back pocket. I didn't even hug the guys before he was rushing me to the car, faster and little more forcefully than usual. His breathing still hasn't calmed, even after a few blocks.

“Bubs, what's wrong?” I ask when we're nearer to the condo.

“We really need to limit the time we spend with the guys.”

“What? Why?”

He scoffs and looks at me, only for a second before turning back to the road. “They're all over you, for fucks sake.”

“They are not!”

“And you're not doing anything to stop them! You're encouraging it, even!”

“Are you serious right now?” I hiccup, the only clear sign that I've drank a little too much tonight.

“Am I serious?” he's fuming, turning onto our street. “Yes, I'm fucking serious! What was that kiss with Matt? You initiated it!”

“It was less than a second! It didn't mean anything.”

“Well it did to me!” He sets the car in park and is out before I can even say anything back.

I get out of his jeep, rushing after him, “Shawn!”

“Those are my friends, y/n!” He says, opening the door to the condo. “My best friends!” He continues when the door closes behind me. “And they're over here talking about how hot you are and how they wish they had someone like you. And you let them. You let them say those things and you let them touch you and kiss you and it fucking hurts! You're my girlfriend! Mine! And it really doesn't help that you wear those tight jeans, and low cut shirts because you're leaving very little to the imagination. They shouldn't get to see that.”

“You’re getting jealous over nothing. They don't get to have me, Shawn! You do!”

“Then why don't you act like it?! I'm never here, y/n! I'm never fucking here. But they are!” He gestures like they're in the next room. “They get to see you every day. Hold you when a guy gets too close, even though they're too close.”

“Bub-”

“How would you like it if I did that with my girl friends? Kissed Camila when she said something sweet? Let Alessia hug up on me while we're in the green room?”

I cross my arms over my chest, hating the fact that he thinks that would upset me. "I think your fans would have a bigger problem with it than I would."

He rolls his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I don't have millions of fans watching my every move. You so much as look at another girl and there's twenty articles up that you're cheating on me. That we broke up. That our relationship was a sham. Your fans would believe it and quite possibly murder you before I even open Instagram to see how you've broken the internet this time."

He sighs.

"I don't get jealous, Shawn. You know that. And you've reassured me every time you leave that you love me and only me and I believe you. So I need you to believe me when I tell you that there's nothing going on with me or any of the guys. We're comfortable with each other. They protect me when you're not here. They're not trying to get with me when we go out to the bar; they stay near me and make sure no one else tries making a move. They do it because they know you would hate yourself if something happened while you were gone. There's no reason for you to ever thing that I would leave you, and for one of your best friends, no less! So whatever jealousy you're harboring right now needs to go. Because I'm tired and this fight is fucking stupid and I'm going to bed." I push past him and into our shared bedroom.

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Dressed in my pajamas, I lay on my side, eyes closed, but not sleeping. I hear Shawn sigh as he walks in the room, my back is towards him when I feel the bed dip on his side. I think he's going to reach for me after he's situated under the covers, but he doesn't and my heart breaks a little.

Sleep doesn't come easy, or at all, actually. I'm staring at the alarm clock that Shawn insisted on putting across the room so that we'd have no choice but to get up when it went off, and it reads 2:07. We've been in bed like this for three hours. And I know he's not asleep because he's not doing that little snore that he does when he sleeps on his back.

At 2:28, when my eyes are just now becoming too heavy to keep open, he shifts onto his side and his arm sprawls across my waist. "Baby," he whispers into my shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the covered skin. It takes everything in my not to melt into him right then and there. "I know you're not asleep."

I sigh and shift until I'm facing him. "What?"

"I'm sorry," he says, his thumb rubbing against my jaw. "I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, kinda." I agree.

He chuckles and I know we're okay. "I know I don't have to be jealous. But hearing Matt say what I already know, it did something to me. Because you are the hottest," he kisses my forehead, "smartest," my nose, "funniest," my lips, "Girlfriend in the world. And if he's noticed, then other guys have too and the thought of another guy wanting you drives me crazy."

"But I don't want them," I try and reason.

"I know. I know you don't. But do you see where I'm coming from? They're here. They're stable... I can't lose you, baby."

"Hey," I reach out to touch his face. "We are stable. Bub, I am not going anywhere."

His arms wrap around me with ease and just like that I'm straddling his naked torso, my hands resting his chest and then tangling his necklace between my fingers. "I'm right here. I'm in your hands. You have me."

He nods, his index fingers running over my sides from beneath my shirt. I hum and lean down, kissing his lips, never wanting to pull away. And this went on for what felt like forever, until my back once again hit the plush of our mattress. "I need you," he groans, lips trailing down my neck.

"I'm here," I reassure him, threading my fingers through his hair, clearly not understanding the meaning of his words.

"I need you," he says again, this time pressing his hips against mine. It clicks for me then and I nod.

"Okay baby." I mutter breathlessly because his tongue on the shell of my ear has me weak at the knees.

He takes his time with me. Kissing every inch of my body, clothed and unclothed. His touch is so soft and gentle that if I wasn't watching him, I'd have thought it wasn't real. And then he finally pushes himself into me, staying steady for a second, allowing me to get used to his size. Looking dwn at us, just out of curiosity, I notice that you can't even tell where I end and he begins. We're one. I'm whole as he thrusts into me slowly.

His thrusts are deep and even and measured. I couldn't even tell him how much I needed him; he left me speechless. He murmurs 'I love you' all over my body, and I wish you could tattoo sounds into your skin because I want to hear that forever. It's overwhelming how much we both need each other in this vulnerable moment. Him worried that I would someday leave him and me trying like hell to get him to believe I won't.

We're rarely ever this careful with each other. It's as if he's scared that going faster, harder will push me to the edge - And not the edge that he wants to bring me so desperately to. He's treating me like I'm fragile, like we're fragile. We're not, and I kiss him a little deeper to prove that we're not. Shawn's panting in my ear with another slow, deep thrust into me and my fingers claw at his back with a strangled moan eliciting my lips. This isnt just sex. We're making love. This is raw and passionate, and everything that making love should be.

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A/n: this is not how I originally planned on ending this, but I actually think I like it better. There is an alternate ending if you guys want that later on though. 😉

I hope you enjoyed! Like, reblog, and leave feedback!! 💙

[starlabsforever-blog]

Ooo, I would love to see Killervibe and 21. “If you walk away, everything will fall apart.” Thank you!

21. “If you walk away, everything will fall apart.”

(This is also for the nonnie who requested the same one) 

Sorry this is a long one. The under 1000 drabbles couldn’t last long. It was inevitable, guys, I’m long-winded.

Set a little bit after the finale.

Caitlin glanced at her watch and drew in an anxious breath. Thirty minutes till boarding.

You are going to go through with this, she told herself sternly. You have to. You want to.

You have to want to.Even this late at night, the airport was full and busy- intercom messages and crying babies and the low murmur of chatter blended together in a stream of noise that made her head hurt. She hadn’t slept in… she wasn’t sure how long, and she certainly wasn’t going to be sleeping for the next five hours. She’d gotten better at controlling her powers without restraints, and she could sleep for short periods with minimal involuntary effects, but she was afraid that if someone startled her awake, she’d freeze them to death. Sleeping was not an option.

She hugged herself, feeling small in comparison to the vast uncertainty that loomed ahead. She had no idea where she was going. Her plane ticket said Phoenix, Arizona, but that was temporary. She’d picked Arizona because it was home to the five hottest cities in the country, but she was worried it had too many people. Instead of going somewhere hot enough that she wouldn’t be cold, she could go somewhere so cold that no-one would notice. Like Alaska. There were less people in Alaska. Arizona was just a pit stop; somewhere far enough away from home that she could collect herself and think of a long-term plan.

She hadn’t thought ahead of Arizona, because even though she knew that she needed to leave, the idea that she was leaving behind her life forever hurt more than she wanted it to. Leaving Julian and the Wests and the Steins and- Cisco, her heart hurt thinking about Cisco. He was the only reason that she hadn’t left a long time ago, before she’d ever had a chance to lose control. He was comfort and safety and the only thing that made her feel like herself. She’d let him convince her to stay, and look where that got them. H.R. was dead, Barry was gone, and the team was shattered. She needed to leave Central City before she hurt anybody else.

Caitlin was vaguely aware of someone sitting down next to her. She flinched away, like she usually did whenever anyone came near her. She let her hair fall in front of her face and contemplated moving seats.

“Wow, I don’t smell that bad,” the person next to her said, and her heart skipped and she snapped her head up. Cisco was sitting in the seat next to her, wearing jeans and a vintage Star Trek t-shirt under his black bomber jacket.

“Hey there,” he said, and half-smiled in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. “Fancy meeting you here.”

His eyes were probing and full of concern, and she suddenly wished she could throw herself into his arms and let him hug her and stroke her hair. She crossed her arms and turned to face him, establishing distance between them. “How did you find me?”

“You know. I got a vibe.” She raised her eyebrows. “Well. A vague one. So I hacked into your computer and restored your deleted search history by hacking into your browser’s cookies, which I’m not proud of, but, I had a feeling that you were up to something, and lo and behold…” He threw his hands out. “Here you are. Up to something.”

A weighted silence settled over them. She stared at Cisco and he stared back, eyebrows slightly raised as if he were waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t, he sighed, flinging down the gauntlet. “What is this, Caitlin? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Her voice shook. “I’m leaving. In thirty minutes.”

The corners of his mouth turned down. “Why?”

His eyes were big and brown and sympathetic, and she already felt her defenses crumbling. Leaving Cisco behind was hard enough when he was just a thought, a memory. Now that he was here, it felt impossible. “I don’t know. I figured the fact that I turned evil, aligned with our nemesis and got our friends hurt was reason enough.”

He looked at her with something between exasperation and incredulity. “Did you kill H.R.?”

“No, but-”

“Did you make Barry trap himself in the speed force?”

Caitlin huffed a little. “No, but he might not have had to if I hadn’t helped Savitar!”

“It would have happened anyway,” Cisco said. “Savitar was going to wreak his havoc with or without you. You can’t blame yourself for things that you didn’t do.”

She swallowed hard. “How about the things I did do?”

“That was her,” he dismissed. “Not you. You weren’t conscious.”

“Really?” Her voice trembled. “If I wasn’t conscious, then why do I remember trying to kill you?”

“You were under duress.” He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder and she flinched away. He stopped, clearly stung, and lowered his hand to his lap. “Come on, Caitlin, you didn’t want to kill me.” She stared back at him and he gulped. “Did you?”

Caitlin shook her head wildly. “Maybe. All I know was that I was in there the whole time. Killer Frost’s sins are mine.”

Cisco shook his head. “I don’t accept that.”

“Well, maybe you should,” she snapped. “Don’t tell me I wasn’t conscious, don’t tell me that wasn’t me, because I know more than you do. I know what I did, and I know how I felt, which is why I know that the best place for me is to be far away from all of you.”

His brow furrowed, eyes sad and serious. “Running away won’t make anything better.”

“No, but it might keep things from getting worse.”

“You can’t leave, now of all times.” He leaned forward. “I need your help holding up the fort. That’s what we’ve always done. If you walk away, everything will fall apart.”

“That’s not true.”

“You don’t know that, because you’re not the one whose best friend is skipping town!” Cisco’s bottom lip quivered and she had to look away. “Y’know, this is kind of a slap in the face after we fought for you.” He paused and shifted. “I fought for you. Does that mean anything to you?”

Caitlin looked away coldly. “You need to leave.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m going to use every second of the next-” he glanced at his watch. “-21 minutes to keep you from making this mistake. I’m not giving up on you any sooner than I have to.” Did he have to make this so difficult? Now she had a teary lump in her throat and her face was burning and it was too much.

She rose to her feet. “Fine. If you won’t leave, then I will. My plane’s boarding any minute now.”

“Twenty minutes,” he called after her. She walked away briskly, and waited to hear his footsteps echoing hers, but she didn’t. She glanced over his shoulder and realized he was gone, lost to the crowd. Her heart plummeted and she sunk into another chair. She attempted to compose herself, but now every time she thought about Phoenix, Arizona she saw Cisco’s face, sincere and determined and loving, and she felt sick.

Twenty. Nineteen, then eighteen, then seventeen minutes until she was leaving Central City behind. You have to do this, she told herself, but all she could think about was Cisco and she was even more torn than before.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped, and then her hands felt cold and she was about to lose it, she was going to lose control again-

“Yo!” She snapped her head up and saw Cisco, holding a hand out in front of him. “Yo, it’s just me. Chill.” She glared at him witheringly. “Sorry, that was- that was bad.” He held out his other hand, which was holding a blue paper bag. “I brought you Cinnabon.”

She stared at the bag blankly. “Oh,” she said, and he slid into the seat next to her. He turned the bag over onto its side and fished out a white box. He held it out and she took it reluctantly. “If you think you can bribe me into staying with cinnamon rolls-”

“I know I can’t,” he said. “This is your last supper, not a bribe. If you’re gonna run off to-” He glanced at the electronic screen on the wall. “-Phoenix, and never come back, I want your last memory of me to be a quintessential Cisco and Caitlin memory. What’s more us than dessert after midnight?”

That made her want to cry all over again. “I’m not hungry.”

“Bull,” he said, and pried the box open for her.

She stared at the sugary, sticky mess as Cisco opened his own box. He dug into it, clearly starving. It smelled so good, but she felt faint and nauseous. She blew out a breath. “How can you still look at me?”

He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What does that mean?”

She bit her lip. “How can you still look at me the same way after everything I’ve done?” He started to say something and she cut him off. “I know you’re going to say that it wasn’t me, but you don’t know that I'm still me. I don’t even know if I’m still me.”

“I know you are,” he said slowly, “because this? The- the running away and the crushing guilt and the worry that you’re hurting people? That is Caitlin Snow, doctor, healer, and this is how you react to things. You turtle. You try to hide away from everything that’s hurting you. You did it when Ronnie died, and you’re doing it now, and I would be the worst friend in the world if I let you get away with it.”

Caitlin clasped her hands together. “I think the title of worst friend in the world goes to someone who kills their friend.”

“Which you didn’t,” he pointed out, a little forcefully. She stared at her cinnamon roll. “Look, I can’t pretend that I know how you feel. What I do know is that you chose to come back. You took control.” He turned to face her, and they were so close that she could feel him breathing. “It doesn’t matter that you were in control when you were chaotic evil-ing through the city, because that’s not who you are.”She stared at him, willing herself not to cry. “I don’t know who I am. I’m not sure I’m Caitlin anymore.”“That’s okay,” Cisco said softly. She studied his eyes and found nothing but sincerity. “But whoever you are, you’re a good person. If you can’t believe that right now, I will believe it for you.”

Her eyes stung and she ducked her head, letting her hair cover her eyes like a blonde waterfall. “I don’t know,” she said in a tiny voice. “I feel like I can’t go back.” He started to say something and she sat up straighter. “Please let me finish. I know you all forgive me, but I don’t, and that needs to come first. I need to find some kind of peace with myself.”

His eyes looked sad, but he nodded. “I get that. I do. Just one thing- why are you so sure that you’ll find peace in Arizona?” She ducked her head. “Hey, would you look at me?” She turned her face to him but didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I hear you, and I get it, I do. You need space. I just don’t want you to do something you might regret.” His brow crinkled intently. “Just- think about it first, because I think you’ll find it’s a lot harder to come back than it is to leave.”

She stared at him. He held her gaze. Overhead, the intercom announced that Flight 695 to Phoenix was boarding in ten minutes.

Cisco was watching her, and let out a breath that he’d been holding. “Listen. Whoever you are now, I still love you.” She glanced at him quickly. His face was composed, but his throat was contracting, like he was trying not to cry. “That’s never going to change. No matter who you are, you will always have a home with me.” He stood up and watched her, like he was waiting for her to say something, to say anything. She tried to find the words, but she came up empty.

Cisco touched her shoulder, and she didn’t flinch this time. “Take care of yourself, Cait.” His voice was suddenly thick and husky. “I hope Arizona is good to you.” He stood up and started to walk away.

Caitlin stared at the uneaten cinnamon roll in her hands, and something snapped into place. “Wait!” He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, eyes questioning. She rose to her feet and swallowed, hard.

“I canceled my lease on my apartment,” she said randomly.

He stared at her. “What?”

She swallowed. “What I mean is… I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“In Phoenix?” he asked, and looked away, like he was trying not to think about it.

Caitlin shook her head and took a deep breath. “No. Here.”

Cisco’s face flooded with comprehension, and then relief, and then something so strong and pure that it made her chest ache, because she still wasn’t sure she deserved it. She looked into his eyes, and she didn’t want to run away anymore. She still wanted to cry, but now all she wanted was to throw herself into his arms. She took a deep breath. “I can’t promise that I won’t leave eventually. But you’re right, I should… I should sleep on it.”

His mouth was open slightly like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Okay.” He made a movement like he was about to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and then stopped himself. A dam in her chest broke and she flung herself into his arms. He froze for a split second, and then his arms closed around her, cradling her against his chest. He was so warm and she was so cold and she was scared to be touching him, but it also made her feel safe. She buried her face in his hair- he smelled like sweat and salt and grease and she never wanted to let go.

He pulled away, but still held her by her shoulders. “We should get you home,” he said quietly, and she saw that his eyes were wet. “You need to sleep.”

“So do you,” she said, and put her arm across his shoulders, just to be touching him. He closed his eyes for a second, melting against her touch, and then opened his eyes again.

“This isn’t about me,” he said. “But I need you to know-” He cut himself off and shook his head.

She tilted her head at him. “What?”

Cisco looked down at her. “I need you,” he said. “That doesn’t mean you have to stay. You can go wherever you need to for as long as you need to, but you should know that.” He swallowed, hard. “In case you were looking for a reason to stay.”

Caitlin nodded and took his hand silently. Even though she felt more uncertain than ever, she knew she was safe. She wasn’t sure who she was, but she did have a home. She had him.

She could let that be enough for now.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 93) "We'll Take It!!"

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Luna finds herself swigging a bottle of Paul Masson in a small, smokey apartment in Bushwick. Taking a joint from a random person, she feels the rush of familiarity hit her as she absorbs the buzz of the room. There's nothing like being in a tiny hub of musicians exchanging ideas.

"You wanna do this?" Sam asks as Luna passes her the joint.

"Yeah... I don't have a fucking electric though. I've been using Colson's, remember." Luna responds, rubbing her forehead.

"Fuck... I am really unprepared." Luna realizes suddenly and begins to panic. Thinking of how she needs to get in touch with her grandmother.

Sam catches Luna's change in facial expression. With a loud whistle, she quiets the room.

"Who's got an electric I can borrow for a minute?" She shouts into the full kitchen.

"For what?" Floats into the air.

"To fucking play, ya douche bag." Sam scoffs. "What the fuck do you think for?"

"What shit are you causing now?" Mike asks Sam as he enters the room.

"Luna only has her acoustic. We need an electric TO PRACTICE ON." She shouts the last part in to the resumed room. "Ya got one?" She asks with irritation.

"Yo. Electric. Now." Mike hollers over her head.

"Mine's in the living room." A different voice offers.

Mike throws his hands up at the solution. Sam rolls her eyes as she grabs Luna's hand, pulling her towards the living room. Luna following with the bottle in tow.

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The living room isn't posh by any means. There's amps and speakers. A drum kit is set up the way a suburban family would worship their TV. A ratty couch, lawn chairs and fold out tables are pushed to the sides all around it. It's dirty and has cockroaches with random pieces of artistic creations strawn everywhere. Making Luna happy to be home.

Luna pulls off her leather and hoodie. Dressed in a simple black T underneath. Kicking on the amp, she tunes the electric she finds. Sam getting comfortable behind the kit. Mike lighting a joint as his bass hangs off of his lean body. Luna can't help but notice him as they fuck around on their instruments for a few moments, finding their footings.

"Try it out?" She asks to their nods.

Plucking a few strings before she begins to strum specific notes. Flipping through D, C, A and G. Those being the primary chords of the song as Mike and Sam follow behind her lightly with the same melody. Luna comes in with her voice low and haunting.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See we're//Just//As Strong as//Yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

The song follows a soft/hard formula. Luna's voice adds a taunting sweetness to the aggressive lyrics but rips through certain biting ones as she wails with inquisitive anger. Sam and Mike throwing out equal amounts of fierce energy through their instruments with her.

They run through IT ten or fifteen times. Tweaking different notes and lines together. Each time playing louder and with more raw passion as they become comfortable with each other and the song.

The electricity is pumping, creating a surprisingly mixed group roaring along with them by time they finish up. Many singing the song. All singing the chorus. There's definitely something undeniable in the air.

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Taking a break from practicing, Luna needs a little breathing space. Sam follows her downstairs for a cigarette. Mike behind them.

"This is either gonna be a hit or you're about to become America's Hottest FemiNazi." He declares, lighting his own Marlboro.

Sam glares at him as she pulls on her Camel. Luna just stares. Contemplating his words.

"Probably the latter, but I don't give a FUCK." Luna finally answers with a shrug before taking a drag. "They wanted a second song... They're gonna get a second song. It's not my problem if people are uncomfortable with the truth."

"I hope one of those Assholes from Chicago sees it too." Luna thinks to herself. Having practiced the song with Sam and Mike, she feels confident in how they sound and feel together. Catching the attention of others while practicing the same song over and over, she feels good about their stage presence. Performing comes naturally to Luna and she enjoys it with all her heart. She does not enjoy the rest of the nonsense that comes along with it though. "Fuck... I hope she keeps it light..." Her mind trails off. Truly only worried about the interview. Luna doesn't mind discussing politics but she hates giving up any details on her personal life and she knows that's what Ellen is going to want.

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Colson's somewhere on his way to Arizona. It's late. Casie's sleeping and he misses Luna. He had tried to call her but it rang straight through.

Stepping into the bathroom, he Snaps her. Hoping to get her attention as he wonders what she's doing.

"I fucking hate when she goes..." He sighs to himself. The double edged sword of loving an independent woman.

Looking at his schedule, he begins to formulate a plan.

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Back at Sam's, Luna changes out of her clothes. Lighting a joint, she finally reaches for her phone. Texting her grandmother about her guitar.

Finding a missed call and Snap from Colson. Missing him, she calls first. With no answer she opens the Snap, immediately snickering at it's content.

"This Motherfucker...." She thinks as she shakes her head with a huge smile and Snaps him back.

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Colson wakes up as soon as The Bus stops to a sleeping Casie and Luna's Snap. He's in Phoenix, AZ. Her, New York City.

Looking at his phone, his dick and heart rage for his woman.

"Take a shower and handle your business." He groggily coaxes himself out of bed.

Hitting the single shower, Colson strokes his massive hard on away. Thinking of Luna as he pulls on his cock. Imagining the different times he's fucked her in it's tiny stall. Her strong thighs and tight pussy wrapped around him.

Eyes closed, leaned against the wall, he strokes harder and faster. Images flying through his mind. He cums with the jolt of the memory of her teeth sinking into his neck as she had consumed his entire being.

Heady and satisfied, Colson steps out of the shower. Still missing Luna as he burns and snorts the amount of Adderall that it'll take to start his day and mission.

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Luna is so grateful to see her grandmother in MidTown. Not just because she has her electric guitar. Even though Luna's still pissed at Patti for booking her, she LOVES her Mom-Mom. It's been harder to be away from her than she'll readily admit.

"Hi!" Luna shines bright as she hugs the older punk.

The busy City streets whirl around them. All is silent in their hug. Making Luna a bit more happier to be home. Holding hands with her Mom-Mom, Sam and Mike follow behind them.

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Upstairs they're greeted by Ellen personally. Taping in NYC, she's taking full advantage of the convenient request.

"I'm so sorry to hear of Porscha's mother." Patti tells her friend as she grips her hands.

"Thank you. She's doing much better." Ellen squeezes her friend back.

"You ready, Kiddo?" She asks, turning to Luna.

"I don't know... How bad you gonna fuck with me?" She blatantly asks.

"Enh... Ya never know!!" Ellen grins as she wiggles away.

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"Come on, Peanut... We gotta hustle." Colson tells his daughter as he holds her hand.

With only their carry ons, they move quickly through LaGuardia. Ashleigh had confused the dates when talking to Luna, thinking they would be father west. Colson and Casie hopping a flight before daybreak. They're doing a lot of traveling today.

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Dressed in a baby blue slip dress, fishnets and Docs. Luna's hair is messy while she performs Nightmare on only her acoustic. Not far from the way she'd played the SNL gig with Ashley and The Boys, it's softer with only her guitar and voice wrapping around the strong lyrics.

The performance is simple and incredibly raw with no backing track. Shocking anyone who's never heard her stripped down, Luna's vocals are unforgiving as they stand alone. The emotional layers to her notes making the message loud and clear.

"WOWZA!!!" Ellen approaches her clapping after she finishes.

Looking into the camera, Ellen tells her audience They'll Be Right Back With That Brooklyn Bitch. Luna taking her guitar off and standing up from the stool she'd been sitting on.

"That was amazing!" Ellen exclaims to Luna as they take a commercial break.

"Thank you!" Luna beams as she gives her a hug.

Walking over to check on her grandmother, she can't find her. Only Sam and Mike. They don't know where she is. Being called back for the interview, Luna shrugs it off.

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"And we're back with That Brooklyn Bitch." Ellen ques them from the commercial break. "Who just performed her #1 single Nightmare featuring Halsey." Ellen turns to Luna. "Congratulations. It's such an incredibly powerful song. Now, I understand all the proceeds go to the Yellowhammer organization? How'd you become involved with that?" Ellen asks Luna before looking down at her notes and back up again.

Smiling, Luna Thanks Ellen. She feels so uncomfortable in the bright studio and white chair.

"Yes. All proceeds go through Yellowhammer.... Uhm, Halsey and I linked up with them last month when Alabama decided that a group of men should have the final say on what happens with things that they don't have." Luna states.

Leaning back and moving both of her hands in circular motions to showcase her abdomen and vagina. Making sure to drive her point home.

"There are only THREE Planned Parenthoods currently functioning in the ENTIRE state. They are being used to provide anything from birth control to STI testing to cancer screenings. Since the government wanted to pull their funding, Yellowhammer has been able to provide the cash flow to keep them open. So, THANK YOU to everyone who has DONATED. STREAMED. Or BOUGHT. ANY. Of the Nightmare merch. WHICH SOLD OUT!!! THANK YOU!!!" She exclaims, moving her hands around in amazement.

Luna looks directly into the camera with her words. She may not like it but as said before, she knows how to speak to people. And give good plug.

"Everyone who has supported this song is in some way, in turn, supporting the women of Alabama, and the US, the RIGHT to make choices for ourselves and the separation of body and state... Which shouldn't even be a THING. Sooo.... again, THANK YOU." Luna says firmly with immense gratitude still talking with her hands. Emphasizing certain words as the audience applauds her. If she's going to be forced onto television, Luna figures she'll utilize it the best she can. Ellen applauds her also before digging into the celebrity gossip.

"The video is pretty iconic too. You've got A LOT of powerful women with you.... How did you get so many famous faces to match up their schedules to shoot that?" She asks with intrigue.

It wasn't just Luna. Or Ashley and Luna. It was all of them and it was pretty fucking amazing. Setting an unknown president inside people, women and the Industry that weekend.

"That was an act of the universe, honestly. They passed the law Friday morning. Halsey and I had the song written within an hour and recorded it before the end of the day. We both sent out rough copies that night to all of our friends, inviting them and anyone else who wanted to come to the shoot the next day. Like, no one's manager talked to anyone else's. We just had a major group chat going on." Luna laughs. "That EXPLODED.... I mean, I don't know Beyoncé personally.... so when she arrives on set unannounced, you KNOW that this thing you're doing is WAAAY bigger than you thought it was." Luna looks at Ellen with eyes wide in pure wonder and satisfaction.

Ellen nods. She's always liked Luna and respects how she seems to follow in both of her grandparents social rebellion.

"That's pretty amazing and as you all know... It speaks volumes..." Ellen says before Luna cuts her off.

"It is. And it's exciting on so many levels because if this song can speak SO loudly and it's context resonates so hard that it's at the forefront of the pop music... That means we're TALKING. That means we know there's a problem to fix and we're angry about it. And Ellen, you know, with anger comes change. That's what we want. Change. Equality. Simple fundamental rights. Girls don't just wanna have fun. We wanna... We want to. And DESERVE to stand beside those who think they're inclined to make major decisions that effect tons of people who aren't like them." Luna shrugs as she ends her stance.

Not realizing how quickly Luna can  bend a conversation to her will, Ellen struggles a bit to regain control of the interview.

"No. What you're doing is admirable. You are me but for women's rights." Ellen let's out a light chuckle. "So.... I do wanna play Five Truths with you. I'm gonna ask you five questions and you have to answer them truthfully." Ellen in informs Luna.

"Motherfucker...." Luna thinks as she shakes her head at Ellen with a nervous grin.

"Number One.... And remember I've known you long enough to know if you're lying." Ellen smirks at her.

Luna can't help but roll her eyes as she sighs.

"Number One?" She asks Ellen as she perks up her shoulders and sets her hands in her lap.

"Nuuuumber One... What's your real name?" Ellen stares her in the eyes.

"What??" Luna asks, completely caught off guard.

"What is your legal name?" Ellen cocks her eye.

Luna glares at Ellen.

"Luna Adelaide Smith." She answers leerily.

"I knew that..." Ellen smirks.

"I KNOW you did." Luna shoots back sarcastically.

"I had to see if you'd tell the truth or not." Ellen brushes her off with thrown hands. "Number Two... What's your favorite thing to eat?"

"Cheeseburgers." Luna answers without a thought.

"Number Three.... What happened to your grandmother's pottery bowl?"

With this Luna reels back with a scowl. Now understanding what this fucking game is about. Sighing, she shakes her head with a smile.

"You guys think you're slick." She snarks back.

Turning to the audience. Thumb jerked towards Ellen. Luna scans the room for Patti. Surprisingly, she still can't find her. Sending a weird feeling of What? Why? And Where The Fuck Are You??? Pulsating through Luna.

"She's friends with my Mom-Mom. What you're witnessing here, is a homemade lie detector test. On TV. YAY ME." She chuckles with an eye roll. Luna flashes her jazz hands. "For the PARENTS out there." She continues. Now pointing. Finger guns flaring at anyone in her range. Live or recorded. "NO. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME." Luna deadpans with another light laugh, hands thrown up as her brilliant smile shines with irritated intensity. "We won't tell you anything." Her shrug showcasing her honesty and irritation.

Ellen leans up grinning. Knowing she's been caught. Looking up at Patti, she proceeds.

"Five Truths...." She reminds Luna with a chuckle.

"Fine." Luna sighs. "My grandma took a trip to London when I was like 15yrs old. I was really irresponsible and had a house party. Some kids broke it on accident. I'm really sorry, Mom-Mom." She answers.

Only giving the details she wants, as always. Ellen glances into the audience to her friend's nod of approval. What Luna didn't reveal is that she took part in the breaking a also. Trying to turn it into a bong. Kids do stupid shit.

"Okay... Number Four. What's your biggest fear?" Ellen continues.

"Deep sea diving." Luna answers.

"Really?" Ellen looks at her inquisitively.

"Yeah... The idea of not being able to reach the surface with an empty tank freaks me out. I even get nervous coming up in the pool off the high di..." Luna tries to explain as the top from the table between them flies up.

"RAAAWWWWWWRRRR!!!!" Shouts someone as they burst out of it.

"MOTHAFU..." Explodes out of Luna's mouth. Shocking the shit out of her, she jumps back in her seat. Drawing up both fists, she almost swings before she recognizes the laugh.

Ellen watches as Luna freaks out, exploding into laughter herself.

"BUUUUNNY!!!" Luna shouts in shock and relief as Colson climbs out of the box.

Laughing, he smothers her with his body and kisses. Confused, she kisses him back before pulling away.

"What are you..." Luna looks around perplexed. "Where's Case?" She asks as he perches himself on the arm of her chair.

"She's with your grandmom." He kisses her head after pointing into the crowd.

Sure enough, Casie is sitting right next to Patti. Grinning and waving at Luna.

"Heey Dilla!!" Luna exclaims when she finds them. "What are you guys doing here?" She asks, turning back to Colson.

"Ash mixed up the dates, so we popped out to support you and check out the listing." Colson explains, melting Luna's heart.

"I fucking love you." Luna whispers as she touches his face and reaches up for another kiss.

"Aren't you two cute!!" Ellen gushes while still laughing. "We'll get back to that but first... Last question. Number Five.... Who is the most influential person in your life?" Ellen continues to question Luna.

"These bitches are ridiculous...." Luna thinks to herself.

"Am I supposed to..." Luna tries to ask a question.

"Five Truths..." Ellen let's escape through her laughter. "Most influential person in your life?"

"What the fuck is happening???" Luna is so completely out of her element.

"Uh... Crap... There's so many who make me, Me." She looks up at Colson. "But... I mean, my Mom-Mom. She top notch gave me my core being." Luna answers honestly.

Ellen smiles before teasing her about saying That just to make Patti happy.

"I'm not. I love my Mom-Mom, Man." Luna shakes her off with a pure grin.

"So, you love your grandmom. What about this guy?" Ellen asks pointing at Colson. "I heard you two are getting married soon..."

Luna looks up at a beaming Colson. He's sitting on the left side of her chair, where he jumped out to scare her, right arm resting carelessly around her where it belongs. Luna can't get a word out.

"Yeah." Colson answers for the both of them.

This perks Ellen up. She loves unexpected details.

"Oooh yeah?? When you kids gonna do it?" She asks the question most of the world already knows.

"Fuuuuuck my liiiiiiife....." Luna thinks, feeling incredibly exposed. "There are people I still need to tell....." Her mind worries.

"EstFest. Come one. Come all....." He looks down at Luna.

Her hands are between her thighs and he can feel the anxiety tensing in her shoulders as he notices her knee rocking. Colson strokes the back of her hair, calming her soul.

"What is this EstFest?" Ellen inquires.

Colson goes on to describe the festival. Detailing Mod's set and the extra day added. Along with the waterslide and thousands of other activities. Ellen commenting that it sounds a lot crazier than her own wedding.

"You two have a Top 10 single also, correct?" Ellen is now interviewing them together.

"Yes. Bad Things." Luna finally speaks. "It's off his Hotel Diablo album which drops July 5th." Always plugging. Making Colson kiss the top of her head again with pride.

"Think we could get a performance?" Ellen coaxes.

"And drop the other?" Luna bargains.

"No." Ellen shuts her right down.

Looking back up at Colson, Luna shrugs. They discuss On Air with Ellen how they'd do it before she takes them out for another commercial break. Promising a performance to her excited audience.

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"I can't believe you're here!!" Luna tells Colson as she wraps her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

"I go where you go, Kitten." He grins. Lifting her chin to plant a solid kiss on her lips.

"Fuck, I love him." She thinks as his words stick to her heart.

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"And now... That Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly with Bad Things." Ellen introduces them.

Luna and Colson are sat together behind a piano that the producers had found for them. Exchanging knowing looks, he pecks her cheek as she begins to play.

🎼I know//I'm outta my head//But I haven't lost my mind//How is that you know//The Bad Things I like//Oh Bunny, I can't explain it//What can I say//It's kismet, Ain't it?🎶

Luna opens with the chorus, Colson coming in strong behind. His hand is on her thigh as she continues playing the melody on the piano. They share the mic when they sing to each other about tattoos and Wanting Each Other Forever.

Their performance is really sweet and incredibly intimate. Both ab libbing lyrics at different points. Grinning at each other from start to finish. Anyone can feel the genuine love that radiates between the two of them.

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Back in the Hot Seat, Luna and Colson are now sat on a loveseat together talking to Ellen.

She asks how they met. Colson happily telling the story of The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat as Luna blushes.

"But you really only met in April and you're getting married in July?" Ellen grills them.

Looking at Colson, Luna shrugs with a smile. "When you know you know." She answers.

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Back OnStage, now with Sam and Mike. Luna tunes her guitar as the lights go down. Stepping up to the mic she begins the simple chords.

They start off low and haunting. Luna curling her voice around the lyrics like a sly cat.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See//We're just as Strong//As yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

Keeping with the beat Luna changes the tone of her voice. Making it sound sweet and inquisitive around the nasty lyrics.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Sam and Mike kick in a little harder as the pop punk melody flows. Luna's voice picking up a hint of aggression. Growling certain lyrics.

🎶Anytime we try to//Go out and have//Some fuuuun//We can feel//Your eyes//Wishing for//Xray visiooooon🎶

Belting now, Luna's voice is raw. Angry and taunting. The Band roaring behind them.

🎶MOTHER NATURE//GRANTED YOU//A GUUUUUNNN//WHEN WILL YOU// LEARN TO CONTROL//YOUR WEAPOOOOON🎶

Colson is standing off to the side with Ellen. "She's fucking incredible." He thinks as he watches her rip through the song strong and confident.

The Band drops down low as Luna softens. Pretty voice still holding it's snarl.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Mike hits a small bass solo as Luna hums along with him. Sam and her jump back in with him in time for Luna to hit the unforgiving bridge.

🎶They say//If you//Dress like That//It means//You waaant IT//And//I can dooo//What III want//Toooo//And//If you//Act like Thaaaat//It means//You waaant IT//So I can//Taaaake from//Yooou🎶

Luna runs a guitar solo over top of Sam and Mike before they kick in their hardest. Each note and lyric getting stronger and more raw as they play. Luna wailing her point across.

🎶BUT//We're not//Asking for IIIT//We just wanna//Live our liiives//You're who's//Begging for IIIIT//Learn to stop//At once//No need to ask//TWIIICE//YEAH//WE'VE BEEN ASKING// FOOOR IIIT//WE'VE BEEN BEGGING//OUR WHOLE LIIIIIVES//WE'RE DONE//ASKING FOOOR IIIT//DEMANDING OUR RESPECT//WE'RE DONE PLAYING//Niiicce//Ooohh//Oooohhh//Ooohhh🎶

The tune coming to an abrupt soft end. Luna cooing over the last few chords. Ellen is shocked by Luna's performance as she claps them out to another commercial break.

"Holy shit, Luna." She says approaching her with wild eyes. "I don't know if The Network will let us run that."

"Be a shame if they didn't." Luna simply shrugs.

Colson comes up from behind, lifting her off the ground. Layering the back of her neck with kisses. "You were fucking amazing!!" He breathes into her hair.

Turning around, she thanks him with a warm embrace and deep lip lock. Just as Casie and Patti come up to them.

"Looney!!" Casie shouts as Luna turns to squeeze her tightly.

"Oh, LunaBug. I'm so proud of you!!" Patti gushes as she hugs her grandmother.

Once Luna changes and they collect their things, they say Goodbye to Ellen before hitting the street.

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Outside, Luna introduces Colson to Mike. They make pleasantries as Patti hails a cab.

The next stop on Colson and Casie's Traveling Adventure is Brooklyn Heights to check out the brownstone Luna's interested in.

Luna and Sam say GoodBye to Mike. Luna Thanking him for His Help. Mike telling her No Problem, to Hit Him Up if She Ever Needs a Bassist.

Colson watches and feels a burst of jealousy when Mike pulls her into his body with one arm wrapped around her tiny waist. He glances at Colson over her head as he squeezes her tightly against him.

"Did that motherfucker just...." Colson's brain is about to explode as Patti ushers them into the cab.

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Monica meets them at the brownstone. It is beautiful. Newly renovated with the original wood molding and pocket doors. Casie runs through laughing as her voice and footsteps vibrate off the high ceilings, wooden floors and natural acoustics.

Sam wanders after Casie as the realtor shows Colson, Luna, Monica and Patti specific amenities and features. There's a small hidden yard in the back. Tucked under Colson's arm, Luna thinks it's perfect.

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"Christen it?" Colson asks with a devious grin as he scoops Luna up.

They're in the master bathroom. Kissing all over her neck as she wraps her legs around his waist. Pulling her closer to him, he kisses her mouth as I Missed Yous escape between the two of them.

"I caaaan't." Luna pouts. "I'm on my period..."

"I hate that fucking thing." Colson complains.

"I know, Bunny..." Luna says as she slips off the sink. "Doesn't mean I can't do Bad Things to you." She continues coyly.

Undoing his belt and jeans, Colson shimmies out of them. Luna running her hands up his bare thighs as she kisses on his collarbone. Looking up into his eyes, she's just as devious.

"We can still christen it." She grins.

Pulling his briefs down with her as she drops to her knees. Colson leans back against the wall as Luna licks up, down and all around his hard cock. Soaking him before slipping his huge member into her warm mouth.

"Ahhhh. Fuuuuck, Kitten...." He groans in pleasure as he runs his fingers through her hair.

Using both her hands to work his sopping dick, Luna glides him along the sides and rim of her mouth. Rolling her tongue on his head as he reaches the entrance. Sucking fiercely. Pushing him in deeper when he hits the back of her throat. Holding him there as she sucks with force and hums. Knowing that's the ticket.

"Fuuuuckkkkk." Colson cums in her mouth.

"Hey Dad..." Casie's voice floats through the bathroom door as it begins to open.

Scared shitless, Colson throws his left arm against the door. Luna's still on her knees. Slightly paralyzed with a bit his cum still lingering on her bottom lip.

"Be right out, Case!! Go find Pat!!" He shouts looking down at Luna.

"Okay..." The little girl's voice drifts away.

Looking up at him, Luna sucks the remainder of him off her lip. Even though he just came, her actions make him ache to be inside of her.

"When the FUCK are you gonna learn to lock the God Damn door?" She asks as she shakes her head with a smirk.

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"WE'LL TAKE IT!!" Luna and Colson say in unison as they come bounding down the stairs.

"Yeah?" Asks the realtor. "Do you still wanna see the stu..." Luna cuts her off with her hand up. Knowing she wants to keep that space to herself.

"Not today. We want this one though definitely." She says confirming her and Colson's wants.

"Okay...." The realtor nods.

They talk a bit about closing. Luna not feeling the need to pay attention while Monica works out logistics. Agreeing both of their names will be on the deed, they expect to be able to close before the end of the month.

Strolling around together, Luna's arm is around Colson's waist. His around her shoulders as they admire their new home.

"We have a home, Bunny." She beams up at him.

"And pets..." He reminds her.

"Oooh fuck, yeah we do. I mean if they're still alive..." She realizes with worry.

"They are. Jillian, my cleaning lady cleans their bowl and feeds them each week when she comes by." He reassures her.

"Really???" She looks at him with undying love. "You're so fucking awesome." She declares as she tip toes to kiss him.

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Back out onto the pavement, Casie looks up at the brownstone. "We're gonna live here?" She asks.

"Kinda..." Luna begins to answer. "It's like Daddy's house in LA... Now when we come to NY, you'll have your own bedroom instead of us having to sleep in a hotel." She explains.

"Cool." Casie nods. "So now I live in Cleveland, LA AND NEW YORK CITY." She grins.

Luna living for and loving the content on her Dilla's face. "Yup. You're bi-coastal, Baby!!!" She says with a laugh.

"What's that mean?" Casie questions her as a cab pulls up.

Having to be back in Phoenix before 8P, Colson scoots Casie into the back seat with promises of explaining once their on their way after she's hugged Luna.

Taking her into his arms, Colson kisses Luna lightly. A pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Pets. A home. Marriage. You think you can handle all this Mainstream Living, there Riot Grl?" He teases Luna in between kisses.

"With you. Absolutely. We do what we want. Twist Norman Rockwell to fit our punk view." She grins as she kisses him back.

There aren't any other words that need to be said between them. One Look holds it all. They kiss each other firmly and passionately before separating.

Colson touching her key as him and Casie make their way to JFK back to Arizona. Luna rolling her padlock between her fingers as she hops in a separate cab with Sam and her grandmother. They're headed to see about wedding dresses.

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To be continued......