#i know i've complained about this a hundred times before. AND I'LL DO IT A HUNDRED MORE

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Chapter Eight

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)

Warnings -> None needed I so do believe

<- Chapter Seven

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

I can't remember the last time the five of us spent time outside of the apartment together. Between me working overnight, Drew and Mateo working during the day, Simon and Troy going to school, there hasn't been much of a chance for us to all do something outside of meals or watch TV together. Though, to be fair, I don't think any of us were complaining about television time. It's a luxury we've only just been able to afford.

"I feel like the safest person in the world right now." I chip, practically skipping along the dark, damp streets, avoiding shattered glass and what suspiciously looks like blood splatter. "How many young women can say they can confidently walk down these streets with her four scary guard dogs?"

"Oh, so that's what we are to you? Nice." Mateo huffs, but there's no harshness to his voice. "Are we at least rottweilers?"

"You so are!" I snicker and bounce over to him, reaching up to pinch his cheek. "Rottweilers are actually big sucky babies."

He swats my hand away and shots me a glare.

"Can you watch where you're going?" Drew snaps, exasperated as he grabs my arm and pulls to the side, saving me from stepping on a scrap of metal. "The last thing anyone needs if for you to impale your foot on something."

"Let her." Troy, who's walking behind us with Simon in tow, says with a shrug. "If she gets hurt, then she has to stay home."

I spin around to face him, even though it means walking backwards. Dramatically, I slap my hand over my heart. "Is my sweet baby brother saying he's going to miss me? You do still love me!"

His eye twitches. "When have I ever said I didn't?"

Simon sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I should have stayed home."

I gasp and let myself fall backwards. Drew curses under his breath as he rushes to catch me. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Oh, the pain!" I wail into the shadowy sky. "Our dear Simon regrets this time he's spent with me! How will I ever heal this wound?"

"You're drawing attention. Stop it." Mateo snaps, snatching me from Drew so he can drag me along. "Aren't you flying out tonight? The sooner we get your prescription refilled, the sooner we can finish your other errands before you leave."

Mention of the flight turns my stomach into knots for multiple reasons. I've never been on a plane before, have never left the N109 Zone, even before the catastrophe. I'm excited to see a little chunk of the world, to see the sun and grass and trees that await our destination, but I'll be hundreds of miles away from my brothers, and I'll be gone for a few days. Our new home is monitored by security, but if something goes wrong, I won't be here.

The cruddy little pharmacy I know well comes into view, cutting off my worries before they can fester further. The bell above the barred door rings as it opens, the five of us shuffling inside. It's a cramped space, posters and advertisements that are yellowed with age plastered to the tile walls. I bypass the short, narrow aisles filled with medicine and head right to the long counter at the back, where a woman dressed in black is filling out some kind of log.

She looks up as I approach, her dark braids falling in front of her face. "What do you need?"

The look in her eyes is cold and assessing, much like every citizen in this city. She's on guard, her gaze shifting to my brothers who are browsing before returning to me. I can see the gears in her head turning, calculating the odds of a robbery.

I smile and pull out the empty pill bottle from my cross-body purse. "I just need this refilled, please."

She takes the bottle and reads the label. Her shoulders relax a smidge as she nods. "Give me a few."

Then she disappears into the back. This pharmacy, as run down and easy to miss as it is, has been the source of my refills since Dad up and left. Other than not being able to afford the prices at the higher-end places, the people here have never asked for proof of the prescription or follow up with my doctor. It's always a risk, but a necessary one. I don't even have a doctor to begin with. The catastrophe destroyed everything, the gang wars that followed destroyed even more. Doctors are for the rich, which until now, was out of my budget.

I should probably look into finding one soon. I'm stupid lucky that my protocore syndrome hasn't gotten out of hand all these years.

The woman returns with with the bottle fully filled. I pay her what's owed and drag my brothers back out into the dark.

"I really don't like this, Evie." Troy mutters as we move onto the next errand: buying more groceries so my brother's don't starve while I'm gone.

It's been a couple of weeks since we moved into the new apartment, and though we can afford to stock the fridge full, we haven't. An old habit that stops today. Even though none of us voice it, I think we're all holding our breaths and sparing our pennies, just in case this doesn't last.

"Guys," I sigh, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Look, I know I've been very secretive with work. I know that's not fair, especially to you two, Drew, Mateo. I ripped you guys a new one over your secret. I wouldn't be so quiet about it if it wasn't necessary."

Drew shoves his hands in his pockets. "No, we deserved the ripping. Mateo and I let our... habit, get in the way of our financial stability."

Mateo grunted in response.

Simon scrunches his nose. "I just don't understand why a babysitting gig has to be so classified. Who exactly are you working for?"

I swallow the lump in my throat. In truth, Sylus hasn't said that I couldn't tell them what I really do, but is talking openly about it safe for anyone? For my brothers, who could be targeted by enemies on the chance that they might know something? For Onychinus, who could suffer a breach in security if information were to get around? For Sylus, who hired me because he trusts me not to stick a knife in his back?

It's not that I don't trust my brothers to keep it to themselves. Honestly, with the meetings I've been accompanying Sylus on, they could already be on someone's radar.

The guilt is getting unbearable. I'm surprised I've managed to keep it in check for almost five months.

"Evie?" Simon calls my name, snapping me out of my trance.

I have to tell them something. Even if it's just a fragment of the truth, they deserve to know.

I roll my shoulders to release the tension building in them. "When I get back, I'll explain what I can. Just let me show you that my boss is a good man, and that I'm as safe as I can be, okay?"

As soon as I return, I'll be as honest with them as I safely can. No more lying.

Stepping inside the private jet, I whistle as I look around. "So this is what the inside of a private jet looks like. Those billionaire romances weren't far off."

The jet is nice. Very nice. The exterior is a sleek black, a perfect camouflage in the N109 Zone's sky. Both sides are lined with grey leather seats in a single row, each one a window seat. One of the sides is even missing a few seats in favor of a couch with black throw pillows, and mounted on the wall of the across from it looks to be a table that folds down. Grey carpet covers the floor, the cockpit sectioned off by a wall made of black marble. The bathroom appears to be on the opposite end of the jet.

I drop my carry-on bag on one end of the couch and place my book next to it. Then I turn to Sylus, who follows me in. "Are there on-flight snacks?"

He raises a brow, but snickers all the same. "Instead of picking the best seat, your first concern is food? You really are a chipmunk."

"You snooze, you lose!"

I jump as Luke and Kieran barge onto the plane, wrestling each other to get to their preferred seats. It's a mystery how they're not smacking limbs off every surface in their fight for the seats a few rows down.

Realizing our merry band is missing a member, I look around. "No Mephisto?"

"Not this time." Sylus says as he sinks onto the unoccupied side of the couch. "He'll keep an eye on things while we're away."

For some reason, my brain gets stuck on 'we'. There's likely no meaning behind it, a word said without much thought, but my heart doesn't play along. It skips a beat, because the possibility that Sylus now fully accepts me as part of his team rather than just an ordinary assistant...

...Well, it feels like family.

It isn't long before the pilot's voice comes through the intercom to warn us of take-off. I practically throw myself onto the nearest seat, which just so happens to be next to Sylus on the couch, and hold on for dear life. The take off sends my heart into my throat, the turbulence bumpy like a car going over a speedbump.

Is this what it's like to ride a roller-coaster?

"Nervous?" Sylus' voice is quiet. Not hushed, but private.

I look up at him, notice the steady calm in his pretty eyes. Something about seeing him so confident, so sure, chases what little fear I'm actually feeling away.

"A little first-time flyer jitters, yeah." I smile at him, and it's genuine. "But I don't dislike it. It feels like an adrenaline rush."

One corner of his lips curls up. "I thought fast moving things made you sick, kitten."

I shrug one shoulder. "Cars, yes, but I don't feel sick now."

The jet smooths out once it reaches its altitude, and a comfortable silence befalls us. The twins are playing a card game, Sylus relaxing while sipping on a glass of wine. That leaves me to snack on cheese cubes, crackers and mild kielbasa slices while reading more of the book I brought.

Galao's eyes darken as he looks at me, as he drinks in the blood coating my hands, my side, the floor. He takes one slow step towards me. Then another. Step after step until he's so close, that his slacks almost brush against my chest. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he sinks to one knee. His hands, marred with scars and burns from the long battles he's endured to hold onto his empire, reach for me. Cup my cheeks, tilts my head at different angles. I'm so exhausted I can't do anything to stop him. His slow exhale is loud in the silence, the rage in his dark eyes burning hotter than the fires of hell as he makes his demand. "Who?"

I can't help it. I cackle like a madwoman, the deliciousness of the scene so good I can no longer remain where I am. There's no controlling my body as I slide off the couch, my ass hitting the floor only for me to twist and rest my arms on the cushion I was just sitting on.

There's no need to look at Sylus to know he's pinching the bridge of his nose. "Evie, why are you sitting on the floor?"

"I'm guessing something big just happened in her book." Kieran says from where he and Luke are sitting. "Let me guess... only one bed trope?"

"No." I replay, eyes remaining glued to the page.

"Did they kiss yet?" Luke follows up.

I shake my head. "Nope."

"Soulmates?" Kieran tries again.

Luke gives it another shot. "He burned the world for her?"

"Wrong, and close."

"Ah!" Luke exclaims, sounding all smug. "Is it a 'who did this to you' moment?"

"Yes!" I squeak, body bouncing in anticipation. "Now he's confronting the guy who- OH MY GOD HE JUST BROKE THE HAND THAT TOUCHED HER!"

The sound that escapes me is something between a screech and a squeal. It's so loud that one of the pilot's uses the intercom to check in.

"Everything's fine." Sylus says, sounding mildly annoyed. "My assistant is just losing her mind over men that don't exist."

"Hot men that don't exist!" I correct him with a pointed glare.

I catch Kieran shaking his head in the corner of my eye. "And that, Boss, is why we chose to sit over here."

After six long hours, the jet finally lands. The good news is, I managed to finish the book on the flight and had enough time to yap Luke and Kieran's ears off about the entire plot from beginning to end. The bad news is, I finished the book and didn't have enough room in my luggage to bring a second one.

But... if there's time to drop by a bookstore while we're here...

The air in this city is different, cleaner, than the N109 Zone. It's refreshing but is also going to take time to get used to. Just breathing it in from the landing strip to the car and then to the hotel is enough to give me a mild headache. The event we've come for isn't until later tonight, so as long as I catch up on some sleep, I should be okay.

Stepping into the massive, several room suit Miss. Natalia reserved for us, I cover my mouth and yawn. This entire trip is her way of showing Sylus gratitude after his men successfully delivered the artifact from the dig site to the museum in this city. Tonight is the reveal, and she invited us to attend. When she first sent the invitations, I was so sure Sylus would refuse it.

Instead, he flashed me a smirk and asked, "Would you like to go?"

Luke and Kieran wave without a word and disappear into one of the bedrooms. I barely register Sylus at my side until he speaks. "Tired?"

"Getting there." I say, digging out my phone to check the time. "It's almost six in the morning."

Six in the morning. Outside the N109 Zone.

The rise of hope, of realization, almost makes my heart stop. It shocks the drowsiness out of my system, ignites an innocent wish I've held onto for so long. Reminds me of my little glass dragon waiting at home.

I drop my bag, forget about the suitcase that Sylus carried up for me, and run to the balcony. The different air makes my nose sting but I ignore it, my focus homed in on the horizon hiding behind the glass skyscrapers of the city. It's been pitch black outside since we got off the jet, got into the out of the car. But now-

Now, the faintest hue of pink kisses the inky blue in the far distance. I choke on a breath, too afraid to get my hopes up but knowing that nothing can stop the sun from doing what it was made to do: rise.

I hear footsteps behind me, but I don't turn away from the view. I can't afford to not burn this into my memory. So, I don't say anything, and neither does Sylus. He just stands there, at my side, a pillar of familiarity and steady calm.

The pink hue rises higher and higher. The starlight starts to fade, taking the crescent moon with it. That's another sight I'll have to fully appreciate later, since we don't have those back home either. Orange and yellow start to share the sky, and then comes the light. It's small at first, tiny, but with time it peeks more and more over the horizon until-

I choke on a sob, fat tears rolling down my cheeks as the sun comes into view. It's nearly blinding, so bright my eyes go blotchy, but I don't care. The higher the sun rises, the more light it casts, the more beautiful things I see. Trees, small flower gardens lining the streets below, birds chirping and flying, basic things my home once had and have long lost. Things I could only dream of but never fully hope to see again, even if I told myself otherwise.

I only snap out of it when something light and gentle touches my cheek. My head snaps towards Sylus, or rather his hand, as he catches one of my tears.

"Sorry." I sniffle, wiping my cheeks with the sleeves of my sweater. "I just.. I never thought I'd see the sun again."

"If you find something so beautiful that you want to cry about it, then cry." He says kindly. "Watching you be so open with how you feel is... refreshing."

I manage an awkward smile. "Even when I'm crying?"

"In my world, only those who aren't afraid to show weakness cry." Switching to my other cheek, he catches another tear. "Enjoy this, Evie. This is your vacation."

I tilt my head. "This is a business trip to keep good relations with Miss. Natalia, not a vacation."

Just like he did in my apartment all those weeks ago, Sylus smiles. "Is that why we're here?"

His hand falls, leaving my damp cheek feeling especially cold. He turns to head inside, but not before making a comment about me being careful as to not go over the railing.

Smiling, I face the sunset once more and use my phone's camera to take several pictures.

I'm so going to brag about this to my brothers later.

Once upon a time, many months ago, I looked in the mirror and saw a siren. A woman done up beautifully, but not even the makeup and the gown could hide the crack in her spirit.

It's not a siren I see now, but a phoenix. A woman who has risen from the ashes and is starting to find her way. She's wrapped in a black gown, one that only has a single sleeve for the right arm and starts below her shoulder, ending at her wrist. It hugs her chest, waist and hips, but offers free movement of her legs as it's not a true mermaid style, though it does still reach the floor. The sleeve and the right hip are adorned in black rhinestones, the pattern on the hip closely resembling a crow's wing. A slit starts just below it, the skin of her leg teased by a 'veil' of more rhinestones. Her hair, loose and wavy, has easygoing braids running across the sides of her head. Where they meet in the middle sits a hairpin in the design of a crow, the stick running through it's expanded, curved wings.

This time, there isn't a doubt that the woman in the mirror is me.

Deja vu washes over me as someone knocks on the door of my room. "Come in."

It's Sylus. I turn to face him fully as he steps inside, find myself holding my breath as he looks me over. Or, maybe I'm holding my breath because of how good he looks. At the gemstone auction, he was dressed in his typical 'boss-man' attire. This time, he's in a suit. His blazer is a nice shade of maroon, while everything else, his tie, the shirt beneath, his slacks and shoes, are all black.

"Wow." I say, folding my hands behind my back. "So the boss of Onychinus does own a suit."

"Disappointed that you haven't seen it sooner?" He asks with a smirk. Just when I think he's going to continue to banter, he reaches behind me and takes my hand, lifting it above my head.

My cheeks heat as I spin, uncertainty suddenly infesting my head. "So? Does it look the way you were hoping it would?"

The last time I went to such a fancy event, the dress I wore was loaned to me. When I found out the dress code for this one was similar, I called Sylus in a panic, not knowing that would be appropriate. He asked for my measurements, I sent them over, and he took care of the rest.

I'm all for woman empowerment and getting to wear what we choose, but I'm still so far out of my league with these types of things. Besides, I can't deny that Sylus has incredible taste. The dress is beautiful.

I am dreading the bill, though.

Luke and Kieran waltz in before Sylus can give his answer. Their heads turn towards me, and their conversation falls short.

"Whoaaaaa." Luke says, whistling beneath his mask. "Our Little V has become Queen V."

Kieran drops to one knee and bows his head. "We are at your service, my lady."

"Guys," I giggle, fanning my heated cheeks. "Can you not? I'd rather not walk out there looking like a tomato."

Sylus grunts at the twins. "Go make sure the car is out front."

They salute and vanish as quickly as they appeared. I take a deep breath and shake my shoulders. "Alright, it's show time."

Sylus offers me his arm, and I slip mine through his. He leans down and speaks against my ear, catching me off guard. "You look beautiful."

I squeak and jump away from him. "Great, now I need a minute to let my cheeks cool."

It ends up taking three, but we make it downstairs and into the limousine on time. Surprising, as Sylus is more the type to show up whenever he wants.

The ride is short and sweet, the museum not terribly far from the hotel. Though Luke and Kieran won't be joining us inside, they're on standby in case something goes wrong. In our line of work, that's always a possibility.

Even though Sylus takes the lead, even though I feel as safe as I can be at his side, anxiety still finds a way to creep in. I can't help but picture that grey tower with the ballroom dome, can still feel the prick of that cold night on my skin. Can still picture the face of the man I accompanied, his subordinates who trapped me in a secret lower level not listed on the elevator, who tried-

My sharp inhale doesn't go unnoticed. "What is it?"

I shake my head to be rid of the stinging sensation in my eyes. "Nothing. I just remembered the last time I did something like this, is all."

My heels click against the stone steps as we ascend to the grand doors of the museum.

"If you want to turn back, I'll have Luke and Kieran escort you."

"No." I shake my head stubbornly. "Thank you, but no. I want to do this. Besides," I turn my head and smile up at him. "I know you'll look after me."

Sylus takes a second to regard me, then nods. "Don't leave my side."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

The museum is beautifully built. It's old architecture, made of stone and brick and marble, but the love and care put into the maintenance makes it feel brand new. The staff at the door verify our invitations and offer glasses of champagne, which neither Sylus or I accept. They tell us that we're welcome to browse the exhibits until it's time for the unveiling.

We've made it halfway through the painting hall when Natalia makes an appearance. She's dressed in a gorgeous emerald gown, one that makes her blonde locks shine like gold. Every step she takes commands the room, her confidence inspiring me just as it did when we first met.

"Mr. Sylus. Miss Evie." She greets formally with a nod of her head. "Thank you for coming."

My lips pull into a smile, earlier nerves forgotten. "Miss. Natalia, you look gorgeous. Thank you for the invitations. This place is beautiful; I can tell your parents put a lot of love and care into it."

She didn't smile at all during the meeting, but she does now. "Thank you. They'd be happy to hear that." Her gaze turns to Sylus. "I must thank you again for the manpower during transport. I don't think a relic has ever been moved so securely."

"So long as you hold up your end of the bargain, we can do business again in the future."

A muscle in her jaw ticks at the mention of their deal, but she quickly smooths it over. "Yes, well, I have other guests to greet this evening. Enjoy your night, and I will see you both at the reveal."

Natalia spins on her heel and disappears around the corner.

I come to a decision then. "I like her."

Sylus scoffs and playfully shakes his head. "Sweetie, if that's all it takes for you to like somebody-"

Something over my head catches his attention enough to halt him mid-sentence. His eyes go cold, expression hard, dangerous. Murderous, even.

I blink. "Sylus?"

"Don't leave my side."

He just repeated himself. Sylus hates repeating himself, and I don't think he's ever spoken to me with such a tone. That wasn't a reminder, it was a command.

Time starts to drag, the world around me becoming white noise. Unable to stop myself, I turn my head and follow his gaze until-

My inhale comes in so sharp, it stings. At the entrance of the painting hall, the same one we had come in through, stands a man who appears to be somewhere in his early thirties. His dark hair is styled but still looks like a mess, the tattoos on his hands difficult to identify with the scars marking them. His dark brown eyes burn with vengeance, his piercing glare shifting back and forth between Sylus...

...and me.

Vincent is here.

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I think I can trace my intense hatred for the whole "regulations are just corporate bullshit, building codes are just The Man's way of keeping you down, we should return to pre-industrial barter and trade systems" nonsense back to when I first started doing electrical work at one of the largest hospitals in the country.

I have had to learn so much about all the special conditions in the National Electric Code for healthcare systems. All the systems that keep hospitals running, all the redundancies and backups that make sure one disaster or outage won't take out the hospital's life support, all the rules about different spaces within the hospital and the different standards that apply to each of them. And a lot of it is ridiculously over-engineered and overly redundant, but all of it is in the service of saving even one life from being lost to some wacky series of coincidences that could have been prevented with that redundancy.

I've done significantly less work in food production plants and the like, but I know they have similar standards to make sure the plants aren't going to explode or to make sure a careless maintenance tech isn't accidentally dropping screws into jars of baby food or whatever. And research labs have them to make sure some idiot doesn't leave a wrench inside a transformer and wreck a multi-million dollar machine when they try to switch it on.

Living in the self-sufficient commune is all fun and games until someone needs a kidney transplant and suddenly wants a clean, reliable hospital with doctors that are subject to some kind of overseeing body, is my point.

[sturniqlo]

LOVE YOU FROM THE START- CHRIS STURN

summary: more bff!chris and bff!y/n and a bit of bf!chris and gf!y/n headcannons

cw: fluff, slight cursing, a pinch of angst ntm, very minimal smut

an: tysm to @probablyoutyappingorsomething and this anon for all of these ideas💋 | lowercase intended

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bff!chris who loves tickling you to make you laugh

"chris! stop it!" y/n cant stop laughing as chris' fingers dig into her sides and tickle her. chris also giggling and smiling so hard that he gets to hear her laugh and he's the one who's making her laugh and smile. "okay, okay!" chris' fingers eventually stop tickling her and he rolls on top of her and smothers her face in kisses, missing her lips.

bff!chris who always buys her online shopping carts without her knowledge

"oh my god no!" y/n whines, rubbing her hands over her face in disappointment, her laptop placed on top of her blanket. "what is it? what happened, hm?" chris asks worriedly. "my sephora cart! it's gone, i was going to buy it right now!" she goes to the sephora search bar and starts searching up the products she remembered she had in her cart. "wait, don't do it." chris stops her and grabs the laptop from her. "what? why not." she tries to look at the screen but he moves it from her view. "because," chris flips the screen back to her and shows her an online receipt. "i bought it for you when you were showering." he continues. y/n gasps. "chris, you didn't! it was almost three hundred dollars." she looks at his in disbelief.

"your package got here!" chris enters y/n's room. "my package? i didn't order anything." she's confused. "you didn't, i did. but, it's for you. i bought your amazon cart." y/n swats his arm. "chris! what'd i tell you about buying my cart without telling me." she grabs the huge box from him and opens it up. "thank you though."

bff!chris who takes y/n on many shopping sprees

"come on, it'll be fun!" chris drags her through the mall. "you know i don't like spending your money." chris groans. "i've told many times, i don't care! i'll buy you a fucking house and i wont complain! i love spoiling you." he wraps his arm around her shoulders. "fine, let's go to bath and body works first!" she soon gives in.

"i'd say this was a successful shopping trip!" chris lightly kicks y/n's room door open and places her many shopping bags down. "thank you for my new stuff chris, how can i pay you back?" y/n says. "i can think of a few ways." chris smirks and wraps his hands around her waist. "you dirty animal! not like that!" she throws her head back and laughs.

bff!chris who takes the opportunity to pretend to give y/n backshots whenever she's bent down

"i felt that!" y/n scolds chris when she feels a small gust of wind coming from behind her as she tries to grab a new sponge from under the sink. "not sure what you're talking about." chris acts clueless.

"boom! boom! boom!" chris grabs y/n's hips as she's bent over and pretends to give her backshots. "chris! you're so stupid!" she laughs as she's used to his behavior. "stupid for you." he lets her go and places a kiss on her neck.

bff!chris who teases you when you two are filming for his channel with his brothers

"behave." y/n mutters to chris once they're out of the frame from the camera. "but you look so good in this." he whispers and runs his hands over her ass in her shorts. chris, throughout the video, has been rubbing his hands over her ass and y/n is concerned that nick will miss it while editing and fans will take notice of them.

"and today we're here with y/n and we're going to be-" nick says and chris hugs y/n from behind and grabs her boobs for a second before letting go. "chris! i'm going to have to cut that out! let's redo the intro."

bff!chris who give you his honest opinions on your outfits and accessories

"okay, what about with this necklace?" y/n turns back around and shows chris the new necklace on her neck. chris, laying against her headboard, looks her up and down seeing if the necklace matches. "mm, i think the second one is better. this one is so thin and you can't really see it. i almost ignored it like you ignore my love for you."

"absolutely not." chris shakes his head at the shirt y/n is currently trying on. "yeah, i thought so." y/n looks down at the shirt as if it's going to magically change and look any better. "looks like something my eighty year old neighbor would wear." y/n gasps and they both look a girl who is walking into the changing room going to try on some clothes wearing the same exact shirt. "chris!" she covers her mouth and locks herself in the changing room leaving chris on his own.

"yes, this one looks so good on you!" chris immediately gets up as he sees her in a tight fitting dress. "look at you, holy fuck." he rubs his hands up and down her figure. "thank you, i'm guess you love it?" she looks up at him. "oh yeah." he pushes her into the tiny room.

bff!chris who will sit and yap with you for hours on end

"and i told him, no you're fucking crazy if you think i'm touching that snake!" chris tells y/n a story of what happened on his hike with his friends and they encounter a small snake. "remember when we accidentally kissed?" he forgets all about the snake talk and moves onto another topic.

"really? tell me more about it." chris looks into her eyes as she takes chris about a time where she was into pottery. "i have a few pieces in my family storage unit. maybe we can go one day and i'll show you. i think there's this one piece you'll like and you can have it." she fixed his earring as it moved out of place. "i'll keep all of 'em if i have the chance to."

bff!chris getting jealous when he sees you talking or laughing with another guy who isn't him

"who was that you were just talking to?" chris says in an angry tone. "not sure, he just came up to me and started talking to me." she says casually. "well i don't like him." y/n sighs. "chris you don't even know him." she says.

"woah, calm down. looks like you're about to explode." matt says next to him as chris looks at y/n talking to one of her guy friends. she's told chris about max, one of her old friends, and how close they used to be. "am not." he lies, feeling jealousy all over him. he then sees y/n wave him over and he goes up to him. "chris, this is max. max, this is chris." max sticks his hand out for chris to shake it. "it's nice to finally put a face to name, she's told me so much about you." max says and y/n blushes. "hush!"

bff!chris introducing y/n as 'his girl' to new people

"y/n! come, let me introduce you to some people i just met." chris says in her ear as he finally found her. "okay!" she grabs his hand and follows behind him. "guys! look, this is my girl, y/n." he puts a hand on her waist and y/n blushes at what he just called her.

bff!chris doing anything and everything to make her smile when she's upset

"come on, give me smile. please?" chris hovers over her, trying to pull her hands away from her face. "noo!" she whines. "please? just a small one." he finally manages to remove her hands. "look how pretty you are." that makes her break out in a smile. "there she is." chris smiles. "i promise you, that grade doesn't define you, okay? that professor doesn't know what he's talking about."

bff!chris overhearing y/n tell his brothers she doesn't like him, but he misses something.

chris could help but eavesdrop on y/n's conversation with his brothers. he was currently standing on the stairs behind the wall. "so, do you like him?" he hears matt's voice. "i- uhm, i don't know? no?" chris' heart breaks and he freezes for a couple of seconds before turning back and slowly walks down the stairs back into his room. however, y/n continues. "fine! yes, i do, i fucking love him. i'm just scared to tell him." back in his room, chris sniffles into his pillow. the girl who he has major feeling for doesn't like him back. was she just leading him on the entire time?

bff!chris ignoring y/n after overhearing what she said

"hi, i'm back." y/n comes back down happier than usual. chris stays silent on his phone. "wanna watch a movie or something?" she says, plopping down in her usual spot on his bed. he ignores her. "chris? do you want to watch a movie?" she tries once more, maybe he didn't hear her. "hello? earth to chris?"

bff!chris and bff!y/n expressing their love for each other

it's been an hour of chris ignoring y/n and he finally break the silence. "i heard you up there. heard what you said." he mumbles. "you heard me? like everything?" she questions. he nods. "oh i heard everything, alright." he says. "then why are you ignoring me, i thought you'd be happy." chris finally snaps. "happy? why the fuck would i be happy? you clearly told my brother you don't like me after all these years of me flirting with you? we fucking kissed for crying out loud! were you just leading me on?" he gets up from off the bed and runs his hand through his hair. "what?! no, chris you missed the part where i clearly said i was scared of telling you that i love you!" she says back. "what?" chris says, pausing his movements. "i said no at first because i was scared of admitting it. but then i said i do, i love you, chris." she gets up off the bed and walks to him. "i feel so stupid, oh my god." he groans into his hands. "i love you too, y/n."

bf!chris who can finally show y/n how much he loves her

"can i?" chris kisses down her neck. "can i show you how much i fucking love you?" he nips at her sweet spot making her let out a soft moan. "yes, please. please show me."

"mm, you feel so good around me, baby." chris groans into her neck. her nails scratching down his back. "fuck- keep- keep going." y/n gasps as she feels the familiar knot in her lower belly. "gonna come for me, hm?" she can only nod.

gf!y/n who overhears bf!chris telling her mom he wants to marry her

"you really love her don't you?" y/n hears her moms voice in the kitchen. she had came down because chris was taking a bit to long from getting water. "i do, i really do." she stands behind the wall that goes into the kitchen feeling bad for overhearing this conversation. "i want to marry her one day." y/n gasps quietly and smiles. she goes back upstairs once he mentions that he's going to head on up. once he enters the room he sees y/n slightly out of breath and smiley. "you head me down there didn't you?" he throws himself on top of her. "maybe." she giggles. "i really mean it, okay?" he kisses her lips. "okay, i agree with you too. i want to marry you."

[orcusnoir]

"You know what I hate?" The Champion asked to no one in particular as he watched over the slow boiling pot of stew.

"Uh... Not having enough spices?" The Captain asked from his seat at the table.

Wild gave a nod. "Not what I was going for, but yes."

"Then what do you hate, Champ?" Wars asked while glancing over to the Vet. Legend was currently trying to stack his fork and knife on top of each other to no avail.

"How do I put this?" Wild tapped his chin in thought.

"As bluntly as you can." Hyrule chimed in.

"Fair enough. Why are certain clothes locked to certain people? It's fucking cloth." Wild complained with a laugh.

At first Wars was going to chide Wild for the language, but... He just couldn't. Wild had a point here.

"FINALLY!" Wind's loud voice startled Wars a bit as the Sailor had been awfully quiet in his seat. "Tetra and I both hate that stupid shit. What do you mean I can't wear heels? I'm trying to feel tall, and Tetra hates heels, and so somebody has to wear them."

"Tell me about it." Wild started. "Zelda let me try on one of her old royal dresses, don't ask how they survived a hundred years, and somebody had issues with that."

The Captain just laughed. Damn those social rules indeed. Wild in a dress wasn't something he was expecting to hear about today, but it was something that he could picture.

And the Champion would rock that dress.

"Heh, I've been thinking those rules were stupid since I knew they existed. So, since I was nine." Time joined the conversation. "I didn't even know what the big deal was back then."

"I'd ask how, but I'm afraid the answer would be too confusing." Twilight said.

"Oh, not at all, I was raised by forest spirits and a giant tree." The Old Man nonchalantly explained. "They didn't have concepts like "male" and "female." So imagine my confusion."

A claim that he made often but never elaborated on. Everyone, besides the Captain and Wind, thought it was a lie or a ruse.

Warriors just laughed, he couldn't help it.

"Oh little Mask and his insisting that he's a tree." Wars felt everyone's eyes turn to him.

Time laughed loudly. "You made that corporals life hell."

"I did not have time for that guy's bullshit. We are in the middle of a fucking war, if the kid says he's a tree then he's a fucking tree." Wars started to lose his composure from all of his laughing.

"What do you mean by "he's a tree"?" Sky asked while scratching his head.

"Again, I was raised by forest spirits." Time explain. "You lot, besides two, think this a lie. It's not."

"Time, your life profoundly confuses me." Sky said. "So they assigned you a tree?"

Time nodded.

"Instead of anything else?"

Another nod.

"Not like a boy tree? Just a tree?"

Another nod. "Two trees, to be exact. But yes."

"Two trees?"

"Maple and oak, to be exact."

Wars just watch the conversation with a grin. Oh, poor Sky. He must be feeling the same confusion that he and the Sailor had during the war.

"I feel so understood." Rulie said with the widest smile imaginable. "I'm just a Fae." He shrugged as the others turned to face him. "Not the legend kind of Fae. I was raised by Fairies."

"Well, now you can be a Fae tree. How lovely." Time stated with a laugh.

"What kinda tree?"

"Hmmm, you and the Captain both have the same one. Pine, and you can have maple too. As a treat."

"A Fae pine and maple tree. Nice."

"Are we just gonna brush over the fact that Wars already has a tree identity?" Legend asked.

"I do too!" Wind but in. "Take a guess, it's so obvious."

"Uh...Palm tree?" Twilight asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Correct!"

"What tree am I then?" Wild asked while seasoning a few cuts of meat.

"Willow." Time and Warriors both spoke at the same time.

"Damn, that was fast."

"You had this conversation before, hadn't you?" Sky asked while keeping his gaze locked to Wars. "So tell us our trees."

"Oh, alright, I'll try to remember all the specifics. It's been a while." Time laughed while tapping his fingers on the table.

"It all reminds me of the Minish. They have leaves instead of trees, though." Four, who had been quietly observing this whole time, finally spoke up.

"Oh, the Kokiri had leaves too. That's a whole other thing."

[becca-e-barnes]

I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏

"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.

"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.

"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."

God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.

He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.

"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.

You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.

"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."

Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.

"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.

"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.

Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.

You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.

"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.

"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.

You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.

His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.

He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.

"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.

[nicksbestie]

... swimmer!reader and diver!matt meet for the first time!

"hey, you dropped these." warnings: none! just a cutesy little blurb for my new au! word count: 540

you squinted your eyes against the fluorescent lighting inside the aquatic center, the contrast of the brightness sharp against the darkness outside. it was much too early to be surrounded by loudness and the strong smell of chlorinated water.

you complain about morning meets even more than you complain about morning practices, but you always show up. seeing your friends there, getting the adrenaline rush from a good race, and the amazing nap afterwards always made it worth it.

walking towards the corner of the pool where your team was set up, you pushed through a good number of people, everyone tired and sluggishly walking. you didn't even notice the slight tug on your bag when you bumped into a random person, continuing to walk to your destination.

it wasn't until a few minutes later, as you were setting your things down, that you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. you turned around to see a guy standing there, a shy look on his face, and your goggles in his other hand.

"hey, you dropped these."

you hadn't even realized that they'd fallen off of the clip on your bag. it was a damn good thing that he'd grabbed them for you, because your backup pair wasn't nearly as good. taking them from his hand, you smiled warmly at him, despite the tiredness in your face.

"thank you! i had no idea they'd slipped off. you're a lifesaver."

he laughed, a little awkwardness still showing on his face.

"yeah, i figured you might need them."

"i do, one hundred percent. they're my favorite pair."

"well, i guess you'd better be more careful with them, then."

the smile on his face showed that he was joking, and his happiness was infectious. you smiled back, giving him a once-over.

"i guess i should. i've seen you somewhere, i think."

he tried to keep the blush from turning his face into a tomato. you two practiced at the same pool, and he would be a liar if he said you hadn't caught his attention before. he just hoped you didn't think he was weird for watching the swimmers every time he wasn't up on the board.

"maybe i just have one of those faces."

you hummed, not totally buying it, but seeing the red hue on his face. noting the tousled hair, speedo, and lack of goggles and a cap, you clocked what he was there for.

"maybe. you're not a swimmer though. i didn't know the divers had a meet today."

he ran a hand through his hair, grateful you'd dropped the subject.

"yeah, i think the center double booked us. but it's okay, makes this place a little more lively. we don't start until about halfway through your meet anyways."

nodding, you glanced behind him, noting the time displayed on the huge screen. it was almost time for warmups.

"thank you again for bringing these back to me. i have to go, but i don't think i caught your name?"

"oh, it's matt."

"cute. good luck on your competition. maybe i'll be watching."

admiring the easy way the red flush returned to his face, you smiled before walking to the bathroom to change.

you'd definitely be watching the divers later.

a/n: i thought this was a sweet intro idk!

[scekrex]

Hi! I just wanted to say I've been obsessed with your work as of late, especially all of your Adam works. And since your taking requests I was wondering if you'll be interested in doing this?

Bottom!Sinner!Adam x Top!Overlord!Male Reader

okay, so Reader is one the oldest residents of Hell maybe even older than Zestial. He has a reputation that precedes him. A myth/warning that parents tell their children to watch out for. But not many actually know him, just of him. He can be cruel/ruthless, but also merciful. Basically he's Hell's equivalent to Hades, lol.

BUT! What's a Hades without his Persephone?

Adam came back as a Sinner and instead of going to the Hotel(that would most definitely destroy his pride) he went to navigate becoming a Sinner himself, since this is kinda a opportunity for him, he can be himself without worrying about Heavens judgmental eyes on him all the time.

My headcanon about him is that he loves gardening, so he made his own Flower Shop in Hell with all the random/different flowers all around. Because I'll be damned if he doesn't at least have any powers that connects himself to the Earth/Nature, he's literally made from it, with some fucking dirt and pixie dust, lol

So Reader is hosting a small ball/banquet in a few weeks for the everybodies whose an anybody(rich and wealthy/the Sins/the Overlords) and he order some servants to make flower orders for the upcoming event, and who did they pick? None other than Adam's Flower Shop(that is not it's official name).

Readers hears his servants talk about the owner with soft and warm voices, which he admitted made him curious. So he made an excuse, and made his way to the shop himself. Once he met the owner he was already taken with his beauty(already whipped, lol). As well as Adam, he never met anyone that was taller than him. He never met anyone that so Domineering and he liked it, liked it a lot. He had Adam arranged a bouquet that would be ready in time for the ball/banquet.

On a wim, the Reader asked Adam out on a date for the next day, which he agreed to. After a few dates transpired, until it was the day before the ball/banquet. And Adam made the first move😳, until Reader took control of the situation, which had Adam a begging, moaning mess, asking for His Hades to go faster, while the Reader is praising His Persephone for being so good.

Sorry if this is so long😅

Never. I repeat never apologize for giving me such a beautiful, detailed prompt ever again. I ate it up and turned into whatever the fuck this is. I'm sorry this took me so long but I wanted to do justice to the long prompt you wrote. I hope ya like it

Part 2

Tell me lover, tell me where have you been

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, low-key slow burn

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The time had come sooner than you had expected it to, the ball that was traditionally hosted every two hundred years was your responsibility this year and you were quite grateful for that - you could only imagine the chaos a host such as the VEEs would have brought. It was not that you disliked them, they just had their own ways of doing things and those said ways felt disrespectful in many ways. So it was your pleasure to show them how a traditional ball such as this would be hosted so that they could take notes and inspiration - not that they were actually going to acknowledge the work you were putting into organizing this. They would probably even complain about the lack of something. But that was not your problem right now.

Your problem right now were the eager little imps running through your mansion in order to prepare it for the upcoming ball, that was unnecessary in your eyes, given that there was still so much time between today and the ball, but whatever that helped your little servants to sleep at night. If they were thinking of it as necessary, you were okay with it.

“Cree,” you called out for your personal assistant as you walked through the halls of your mansion, looking for your favorite Imp. Cree was taller than the other Imps that worked for you, if only by a little, for a male Imp his horns were surprisingly small and instead of black, they were white. Cree however, was an absolute sweetheart, despite his grumpy face. The Imp came running the moment he had heard you calling out for him, eager to fulfill whatever task you were about to give him, “How can I help you, Sir?” You smiled softly at the small creature - his head was just reaching the lower part of your hip bone - that was due to Cree being small and you being taller than the average resident of Hell. You kneeled next to the helpful Imp to decrease the height difference and talk to him in a more respectful way. “Thank you, my little friend,” you greeted the creature, “I need you to task Vere and Kian with organizing the most hellish looking flowers they can find.” The little Imp was about to run off to do as he was told, before he was able to do so you gently held him back to add, “Please do not only consider the ones we already know, I do not care whom the flowers are sold by, all that is important is for them to fit the theme.” Cree nodded firmly and once you let go of his arm, he was gone, informing Vere and Kian - two other Imps that were working for you.

-

“Oh and the way the aura changes when you enter his little store - he’s a normal sinner but the way he managed to do that feels magical,” you heard Vere speaking as the little Imp walked down the hallway, you had never heard him speaking with such a dreamy voice - that might have been because Vere was one to complain about everything, not always was it supposed to be taken serious, but the little Imp sure liked to complain about everything and everyone. So him talking so warm heartedly about the store made you peek up in curiosity. “Oh and the owner himself? Let me tell you, Cree, you will never meet a person quite like him,” Kian added to Vere’s dreamy sounding description of the place and its owner. That caused you to be even more interested in the topic. “Is that supposed to be a good-” Cree started to question but was quickly interrupted by an eagerly explaining Kian, “It fucking is - he is…” The Imp had trouble finding the correct word to describe the person he had met, because how were you supposed to describe the brunette without playing it down? “Divine,” Vere hummed, sounding like he had just met God himself and he had told the little Imp all about the beauties of life.

You were not able to hold back any longer, not when your usually judgmental staff was talking so positively about the person they had just met.

So you got up from your seat in your office, took a quick look at the receipt Cree had given to you before he had gone back to doing the tasks he had yet to fulfill. A mental note was all it took before you rushed out of your office, grabbed your coat on the way out and yelled a loud, “I’m out doing business, don’t expect me home any time soon,” through the hallways. The Imps turned around in confusion - especially Cree, who knew that you had nothing scheduled for today. But before your personal assistant was able to hold you back the door fell shut loudly, informing the entire manor that you had just left. The Imp sighed in frustration as he turned back around to face the other two Imps, “Looks like we have to reschedule some things with Sir gone.”

Hell’s streets were surprisingly empty, a thing you rarely got to experience due to the pride ring’s overpopulation, but it was nice to not walk through thousands of sinners. The flower shop Vere and Kian had picked was close - closer than most shops in general were. Probably the reason why they had chosen it, they hated walking through hell’s crowded streets just as much as you did so you could not blame them, especially because the pride ring suffered from extreme overpopulation.

The building wasn’t much to look at from the outside, it looked like every other average building in hell - maybe they had been talking about something else? Had they grabbed food on their way home? You didn’t know, yet you decided to give it a chance and so you opened the door to the little flower shop and the moment you set foot in it, you felt something shift. The aura felt lighter, easier to carry, the air smelled beautiful - not too overwhelmingly sweet and not like too much, it smelled almost divine. The colors the walls were painted in were so different from Hell’s usual colors, they were bright. A beautiful lilac caused the room to appear bigger than it was. The floor was made out of solid wood - or it was made to look that way, you were unable to tell. The shelves were painted in a shade of blue you would describe as skyblue - yes the sky down in Hell was red and nothing but red - but through the portals to Heaven which you had seen once or twice during the early exterminations, you knew the sky up above was blue - this exact shade of blue.

“You gonna stare at that shit all day? If you do I'll fucking charge your ass for it. You look like you can fucking afford it,” a annoyed voice mumbled from behind you. In a swift yet elegant motion you turned around to look at the person that was speaking to you only to spot the most holy creature you had ever seen with your very own eyes. The man behind the counter was resting his head on his hand, watching you with eyes that seemed more curious than annoyed, his entire body language told you that the tall man seemed to hold a lot of curiosity for you in general. You chuckled softly, before you shook your head, “As much as I would adore to spend longer in this divine feeling place with a person as good-looking as you - I am afraid I have plans that I am sadly unable to cancel.”

The tall brunette straightened his back and raised an eyebrow at your words - had you just complimented him for his looks? That had not happened since- since he had been reborn as a sinner. But his cocky tongue never failed him and so he responded, “Mr. Busy got shit to do that’s more important than talking to the fucking Adam? Yeah, I fucking doubt it bitch.” That caused you to frown, the first man was not supposed to be a sinner so if this man was speaking the truth - which you highly doubted - then he must have been a terrible person. Not that you were any better, you were just as much a sinner as he was. Yes, you were more experienced and more powerful, but in the end you and him were both rotten to the core. “Charming, quite charming, Adam,” you hummed in amusement. And while the brunette must have thought his reaction to your words wasn’t noticed by you, you had seen how his eyes had left yours for a split second. “But as much as I would love to tell you that I came for you, I did not,” you explained, trying to lead the conversation to a more business speaking one, though you had to admit the brunette in front of you was quite adorable.

Adam however made it quite hard to talk business, not that you truly minded. Yes, your schedule would get messed up, but you had already thrown that out of the window the second you had spontaneously left to see the flower store you were currently in. “Ay, you migh’ve not come for me yet but I sure can change that if your sexyness wants to accompany me in the fucking back,” a confident grin was on his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the soft, fluffy mess out of his face. You saw something twitch and flicker behind the broad man - a tail. Truly interesting. “As tempting as your sweet invitation is, I have to decline. Business sadly can’t wait - at least not today,” for a moment you thought this through, then you decided to simply see where this would lead you. “How about tomorrow though? I could pick you up and we could have lunch together - how does that sound handsome?”

Adam turned his head to face the ground, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about it, something you appreciated dearly. Then his eyes met yours again and he nodded before he responded, “Sure, can’t see why the fuck not.” He shrugged lazily before he pointed at you with his index finger and quickly added, “But food’s on you.” To that you nodded - it only made sense to you that lunch would be on you considering that you had been the one inviting him, not the other way around.

“Now talk business hotstuff, even though I’d rather have ya talking dirty to me.”

-

The first date had gone so well that the both of you started to see each other regularly - that meant almost every other day. Something your Imps did not like all that much. Seeing someone in a romantic way took up a lot of time - time you technically did not have given the upcoming ball. But you, Adam and the Imps had managed to get everything done in time.

And that was why you and Adam were at his place. The first man had taken the day off to enjoy it with you - something you had asked of him and that had seemed quite important to you when you had requested him to do so. And given that the brunette liked it better when you two spent time together, there had been no second thought, no hesitation.

“You’re quiet,” Adam addressed the most obvious thing as you mindlessly played with his hair. The both of you were sitting on the first man’s bed, your back against the headboard and his back against your chest, his ass was seated between your legs and he seemed to really enjoy having you that close to him.

A quiet hum fell from your lips in response before you exhaled loudly, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Adam leaned forwards a little so he was able to turn his head in order to look at you. Where this conversation would lead he did not know and at that moment he wasn’t sure if he wanted to figure out where it would lead him to. Would you quit seeing him? Had you finally decided that you had enough of his bitchy attitude and would leave him too?

“I know we have only been seeing each other for a few weeks, I know we have yet so much to talk about and to confess, but I’d love to have you at my place tomorrow. I want you to accompany me at the ball,” you began, as you looked down at the other male with hope in your eyes. Though if he were to decline, you would live, you’d like it better if he were to agree. “Sure,” Adam said, visibly relaxing at the fact that you were neither quitting to see him nor leaving him in any form or way. “As my date, my partner even,” you finished, ignoring the brunette’s little interruption. Those words however caused the first man to turn around between your legs to properly face you. “Does that mean I get to fucking kiss you in front of all those fucking important and filthy rich people?” his eyes shone so pretty as he asked that question as if that would be the biggest achievement in all of his afterlife - and maybe it was.

You chuckled at the man, grinning lazily, “Even better. You get to kiss me whenever you desire.” And without another word the first man was onto you. His hands pressed against your shoulders and therefore kept you pinned against the headboard as his lips finally met yours - oh how long you had to wait for that to happen. His lips felt smooth and soft against yours and Adam was quick to prove that he was a magnificent kisser.

The kiss did not stay soft for very long though, you both made it obvious that you craved the other, that you two were longing for skin on skin contact. You wanted and desired each other and it was not only lust speaking, it was also love. The purest form of love you had ever felt. AdamÄs hands roamed from your shoulders over your chest and all the way down to your hips. Once his hands reached their destination he gave your hips a light squeeze before pulling them up a little to press his pelvis against yours.

A groan fell from your lips and met the lustful hiss of Adam - that was when you decided it was time for a switch. You liked seeing Adam so confident, so dominant, you truly did. But a thing you had learned over the past couple of weeks was that you liked the first man even better when he was all flustered - submissive even. So you skillfully caught his wrists in one of your hands, raised them above his head and leaned forwards. That action of you resulted in Adam falling backwards, landing onto the soft mattress with a surprised gasp. You found yourself on top of him, sitting on his hips to keep him from twisting the positions again as you pinned his hands firmly against the mattress above his head. A whine escaped Adam as he tried to thrust his hips upwards and was met with friction he had not been expecting.

“Oh fuck,” the first man mumbled when his lust clouded eyes met your burning ones. “Already on it, handsome,” you growled eagerly.

[cantsaythetword]

Low-key vent time about body image issues and stuff so if that kind of stuff messes with your brain please skip this one love U lots

Sup

Not to complain too much cause I'm aware I have a pretty average body type / shape for a white guy my height/weight BUT

My two siblings (who ONE HUNDRED PERCENT ARE JUST DOING IT FOR PLAYFUL BANTS AND IF THEY KNEW THIS GOT TO ME WOULD STOP INSTANTLY) recently have made calling me "tubs" (like chubby/fat) their 'thing' and will like poke my stomach as they say it.

(has been things before like stinky or loser or lame ass older brother which have been like affectionate sibling names like I'll call them losers too or nerds)

And like, to their knowledge I don't / never have had body issues with my weight. And both of them have had issues with it and are coming out the other side of it (thank god) so I think they're kinda like reclaiming it or something ??

But yeah like, I'm a reasonably fit guy, but some days (especially recently) I've been feeling reeeeal shit about my appearance.

And this just instantly makes me feel like shit and makes my body feel gross and makes me want to once again get into a bad cycle of not eating anywhere near enough (think like a sandwich and a few coffees for a full day of work/uni/training)

On one hand I want to talk to them about it cause I know they'd listen and take it seriously but on the other I've literally told NOBODY about these body image issues/feelings and I feel like they'd tell our parents and then they'd be on my case about yet another thing (cause my mother in particular every time I see her is like "have U lost weight? Are U eating ok? I'm worried about U crow" and I keep just being like nah I'm just working out a heap and not eating chocolate every night lmao)

Ugh sorry for that long ass rant hope your weekend has been wonderful because you are wonderful ❤️❤️

[rosieposey-torturedpoet]

Sometimes, you have to do things you aren't in the mood for, especially when you're working but Leader never expected that meant she had to plaster on a smile, and perform like a circus act that everything was fine.

Parties was a common and usual part of the job, sometimes they're for missions, but it's mostly ones with the company. Leader usually enjoy parties, dress up, have a couple drinks: hang out with the team without having their lives on the line. However, this one was different, it was eerie and wrong. Whumpee had been missing for a little over two weeks now and she was one that made these parties fun. Her being the youngest on the team and so full of life brought a sense of airiness and carefree to these events and it felt empty without her. Cold and shallow. It took Leader at least 2 hours to get Caretaker out here, he's especially been a mess. Leader hasn't seen him eat or drink anything in days and he's constantly moving, either going out and looking for her himself or pacing holes in the floor.

Now Leader is standing alone in the middle of the party while Caretaker is chatting with Team Mate at the bar, well that's good. At least there's some sense of normalcy. Like a jump scare, Leader remembered a story she heard through the grapevine about a council member that Whumpee would've cackled at, 'At least Whumpee would gossip with me, Caretaker and Team Mate would look at me like I had three heads.

That's awful, I'm being selfish. Whumpee is who knows where and all I'm worried about is gossip.'

Tears started to pool as Leader tried to choke it back down, 'Not the time for that right now', She downed the rest of her wine and was about to walk up to the bar. She was ready to leave and was sure Caretaker and Team mate wouldn't mind leaving early either, Team mate doesn't like long parties anyway. But before she could get there a council member stopped right in her path, "Hello there, are you enjoying the party?"

"Oh, uhm, yes. Yes, of course. It's an amazing party, I've always enjoyed these." Leader tried to rebound from the surprise

"They always seem so frivolous to me, I struggle to take them seriously"

Leader let out a laugh, maybe there's a way to end this conversation as fast as she can, "I can understand where you're coming from, I've been to hundreds of these and there is rarely any difference"

He chuckled at that, "Well what is there to change? Booze, dresses, diamonds, pretty boys and girls. It's all the same every time. But it does come with the job, so I'll take it." This council member was one of the youngest on the council, 26, was it? He was admittedly handsome but alas not her type. With the pushed back hair and all black suit he looked like a wanna-be, however his jewelry was mighty pretty-

"Never complain about the booze though, being drunk always adds a nice touch." Leader had zoned out his words when she saw a particular silver bracelet. It was something like a charm bracelet, but it was barren other than a few charms. A rose, a star, and a tiny porcelain doll was hanging from it. Her breath hitched, and suddenly her mind raced. It all clicked, the sick man that stood before her had never shown interest in her or her team, yet out of the blue he stops her in her tracks just to moan about the party.

And he had the gall to wear Whumpee's bracelet.

Whumpee had been a collecter of jewelry, she loved making it, wearing it. Everyday she wore the same 5 bracelets, 3 rings, and 2 necklaces. It was a part of her, that was her jewelry. Either she made it or bought it. Gold or Silver. It was hers. She often talked about how the charm bracelet was her favorite thing to wear.

She had made the star cham: forming the shape out of silver she melted down from thrifted necklaces, the heart one wasn't even made for the bracelet but Caretaker had found it on the street and she secured a hook on it so it could be a charm, and Leader was sitting across from her at the table while she unboxed the doll charm, Whumpee had been stoked to get that charm. Claiming it was a limited edition and how it was her 'dream charm.'

She had to stay calm, she needed to keep this man close, she needed to know what happened to Whumpee.

"Yeah, I wouldn't complain about the booze either, even if I'm more of a wine girl" Leader's stomach twisted, she wanted to clock this guy right in his jaw, scream at him and thrash like a wild cat. But that would scare away her possibly only chance to get to Whumpee.

"Well, I know a wonderful Winery, we could go together?"

"I think that would be lovely" She wanted to puke, "But another day. My team is probably exhausted, and it's been a long week myself"

"Understandable" He pulled out a business card, "Call me." Then he walked away.

Leader practically ran to the bar and ripped Caretaker and Team mate away, she needed them to get out of there. Now. The man that took Whumpee could take them too, she couldn't loose all of her team all at once. The tears started to pool again, Still not the right time. She kept dragging the two by their arms despite their protest until they finally got back to the house, "What is going on with you?!" Caretaker spat as Leader leaned against the now locked door.

Exasperated, Leader finally spit out, "I know who took Whumpee."

[mattstromboli]

Over You- M.S

Warnings: Angst, Crying

Summary: You’re a singer holding a showcase to release a new song. About your ex, Matt, who’s in the crowd listening to you sing about him.

HEAVILY BASED ON OVER YOU BY LANDON BARKER

Matt’s pov

it’s been two months since you and i have seen each other— and two months since the two of us have broken up. you're a singer, and i broke up with you the day before you left for your nationwide tour. tonight you’re preforming an unreleased song, many people came to this concert, and little do you know, that includes me, nick, and chris.

“i just don’t get why i had to come here, she’s—“ i start to complain, but im cut off by chris and nick pointing at the stage, as you begin to speak.

“WELCOME TO THIS SHOWCASE EVERYONE!”

nick and chris cheer at your introduction, while i remain quiet, but still clap. i sit in my seat, watching you intently as you begin to speak

“today is my official bonus show! ill be performing an unreleased song today, and after i sing it, it’ll be released on all streaming platforms!”

i sit up in my seat at your words, looking around me at the hundreds of people around me, i look back at the stage— watching you intently. i see you look over at me shocked, and sad.

”okay- this is gonna take a lot for me to sing, knowing that who i wrote this about is here to hear it. this is kinda my way of admitting to myself that im not over what happened. this song has so much meaning to me and i can’t wait to share it with you all.”

i feel my heart shatter as you mention me, looking over at nick and chris, i see them eyeing me expectingly, while people around me murmur and talk about the song being about me. i remain silent and avoid eye contact, i continue to sit silently as people around me murmur about you noticing me, meanwhile, nick and chris nudge each other and look back at me expectantly

i sit there, listening intently as you talk about the song that you are about to sing, i get butterflies in my stomach, but also a sense of dread, i know that this song is about me, and im not ready to hear what you say

“okay. here we go.”

“I can't get out of my bed, your voice inside of my head

Our favorite song on repeat

I try my best to forget all of the words that you said

Act like it's nothing to me

This happens every time I wish that I could rewind

And end things differently

But, can't bring myself to move on

I miss you now that you're gone

I feel it terminally

Yeah, 'cause I can't help myself

But I'll get over you

Baby, over my dead body

There's nothing I can do

'Cause you were never just somebody

I still remember the highs, the lows, you come, you go

You leave me broken, black and blue

But I'll get over you

Baby, over my dead body

You're still inside of my blood, I won't be done 'til I'm done

I feel you run through my veins

If I've got air in my lungs, baby, then you're still the one

Nothing comes close to the same

Oh, I still can't help myself

But I'll get over you

Baby, over my dead body

There's nothing I can do

'Cause you were never just somebody

I still remember the highs, the lows, you come, you go

You leave me broken, black and blue

But I'll get over you

Baby, over my dead body

I can't understand it

I'm turning all the damage into madness over you

Oh, baby, I can't stand it

Feel like nothing worse could happen

And I know it's tragic, but not as bad as losing you

But I'll get over you

Baby, over my dead body

There's nothing I can do

'Cause you were never just somebody

I still remember the highs, the lows, you come, you go

You leave me broken, black and blue

But I'll get over you

If it's the last thing I do.”

my heart breaks further as the words of the song wash over me like a ton of bricks, i listen intently to each word, every single line of the song seems as though it perfectly describes exactly how i’m feeling. every single word of the song perfectly captures the way that i’ve felt these past few months. nick and chris look back at me, expecting some sort of reaction. i see a single tear stream down your face as the song ends and i feel a pit in my gut.

the room is nearly dead silent for a few seconds, before the room erupts in applause, meanwhile, i sit there, shell-shocked. how did you manage to describe exactly how ive been feeling these past few months? I see you erupt into tears as you walk off the stage and my body finally allows me to slowly clap, feeling dead inside.

nick and chris look at each other before looking back at me, i remain silent and just sit in my seat, too stunned to move

Your pov

as i sit backstage crying and listening to ‘over you’ on repeat, i feel my heart shatter piece by piece, knowing that matt was there to witness my song, and my breakdown over him. i watch the outside cameras as matt walks away from the venue with his head down

In a spur of the moment decision, i dial up matt’s number and hit call. the call answers and i can’t bring myself to speak. sobs wrack my body, but no words come out.

“y-y/n?”

“i-i meant it! i meant what i said. im not over you. you weren’t ever just ‘somebody’. please.”

“and i’ll get over you if it’s the last thing i do.”

———————————- THE END

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[m4rs-ex3]

im sending you the same list of headcanons i sent tate a few days ago but I'm facing my anxiety and coming off anon just for you mars you're welcome 😅

So here are your Rayllum head canons on a silver platter 😘:

Sometimes when Rayla’s brain is being mean to her and the ✨trauma✨ is hitting her especially hard or when she’s sad, she reverts to her old mentalities of making herself seem small and hiding her feelings and sometimes she ends up sitting with her knees against her chest in a corner of their bedroom. And Callum finds her like that and doesn’t even question, he just sits down next to her in wordless support until she’s ready to talk or is feeling a bit better. 

Anytime Rayla wears a dress and Callum will just be gasping, fumbling for words, speechless and stammering and blushing the whole time and its the funniest thing 🤭

On their wedding day they danced to the same song Harrow and Sarai did. 

HAND HOLDING. ALL THE TIME. Reaching for each others hands, when they’re happy, sad, anxious, scared, excited, ALL THE TIME. 

And they play with each others fingers. Just absentmindedly but they do. 

There’s a scar on Rayla’s shoulder and Callum loves to kiss it. Just gently whenever he can, he’ll give it a little kiss. 

Sometimes Ez does something thats so much like their mom (or dad) that after he’s gone (so he doesn’t see) Callum will just burst into tears. And Rayla will pull him into her tiny frame and let him cry against her shoulder and kiss his head until he’s calmed down a little. 

In the middle of the night when one of them has had a nightmare and the other person has moved to the other side of the bed, they’ll also move to that side. So in the morning, both of them are cuddling on one side of the bed. 

They will both rant/complain to the other. Like one of them will be pacing back and forth just ranting and the other will be sitting on the bed or wherever totally invested in the rant. 

three words. MORE STAR-GAZING DATES.

if there's anything else, i'll send it to you 😘

why thank you

i like imagining him walking into the room, seeing her, leaving without a word, coming back with blankets, pillows, and snacks and just curling up next to her to read, all with a completely blank expression

unfortunately she can't wear them that often because the amount of walls callum walks into becomes dangerous

that's beautiful but also i haven't been able to stop thinking about the potential for a parallel between rayllum and tiadrin + lain dancing in the meadow

literally. it's absolutely disgusting /pos

them absent-mindedly observing each other's fingers out of fascination is just so ASDFSAEFJGASHOKJ

i've mentioned this personal hc before but i just know that she has like hundreds of tiny scars and he has memorized ALLLLL of them. he could draw up a map

correct. sad

eventually they get like a big ass california king-sized bed and yet they still sleep like it's a twin

one of em will be talking about how they want to skin some asshole alive and the other will be dreamily gazing at them like "you are so hot 💖"

well yes. they both end up with an encyclopedic knowledge of constellations and everyone else is just like "why do you know that" (to rayla, anyway)

thank you for your service 🫡

[damnfandomproblems]

Mod Sf, I'm sorry, I know you must be over this whole situation, I just want to say one last thing, if you don't mind.

I'm just baffled by how quickly the complainers jumped to negative connotations about your reveal. What should have been a short "oh, neat" moment had turned into passive aggressive meltdowns by what was thought to be reasonable people. I just don't understand how they immediately assumed that your innocent name reveal would lead to submitters avoiding this blog, assumptions that submissions would be bias, and possible interference on your behalf.

It just doesn't make any sense.

There is just no rhyme or reason to assume such things. With over 8000 submissions and many, many more answered asks, nowhere had you shown anything of the like. Neither mod has. Submissions are posted, agreeing or argumentative anons are left to fight amongst themselves, and any direct questions are answered in a professional manner.

What on earth led to these complainers assuming the worst of you? Of this entire nothing-burger situation?

I really don't get it. It's just sad to see certain commentors now absent. All because of one single name reveal.

I'm sorry you're going through all this, modsf. I hope this all blows over soon.

From what they said it seems like their issue isn't that I would actually mishandle the submissions based on personal bias, but rather insecurity of the thought of someone seeing the submissions and having feelings or opinions on them at all. And I'm very sorry to shatter the illusion, but that is an inevitability with all blogs of this nature, and when the endpoint of the submission process is "once submissions are posted people will definitely make their opinions known, and some will do that more harshly than others", I don't really see why the idea of the mod potentially having opinions privately being such a dealbreaker.

Full disclosure, with the amount of time submissions spend in the inbox before being posted, if you've ever submitted to this blog I've probably read it hundreds of times. Some of them I agree with, some of them I disagree with, sometimes I have no idea what they're talking about, but either way my opinion really shouldn't carry any more weight than any other visitor to this blog. I can understand two perspectives, "who the mod is shouldn't matter, so it should be private information" and "who the mod is shouldn't matter, so who cares if people know?"

Maybe it's an odd thing to be upset about, but this blog is a collection of "odd things to be upset about" so I don't fault them anything. I'll hope we can leave it off there to avoid dragging the issue out any further.

[ghoulangerlee]

this is just a longer look at that copia post i made a whiiile ago about him being a dad - pregnancy stuff under the read more and all that :)

mentions of nausea, but it's not very descriptive, just mentions of the act of it.

at this point, copia is trans and has not been on hormones for long, nor has he had any surgeries beyond top surgery. this is like. early cardinal copia stuff if you live in my chaotic mind, this takes place right at the beginning of Terzo's reign.

Unfortunately, I could go on and on about the lore behind Copia finding out and what happens after and his feelings on that. In my heart of hearts, Terzo and Copia were friends before The Clergy made their friendship fucked (yknow death and making Copia the leader etc etc etc). Also in my heart of hearts, Omega is probably my favorite lil guy and I think he'd probs be Super Concerned about Copia being sick all of a sudden but not Smelling Sick.

This is a short and sweet sorta thing, I'll def do more of these when I'm feeling inspired but YEAH lmao i hope this is somewhat what you meant @skywarpie

-

He wakes up nauseous, sick to his stomach in a way that his mind can't comprehend—and fuzzily, he nearly stumbles over a pile of books on his way to the bathroom to upend the contents of his stomach.

Forehead against the cool porcelain, he inhales deeply through his nose—there's tears tracking down his cheeks, bubbling up along his lash line but not quite falling over just yet and he sits there, for an indeterminate amount of time.

Long enough for there to be a knock at the door, a gruff voice calling his name, one of the Papa's ghouls, Omega probably, or maybe Alpha, but he's not one hundred percent sure, their voice distorted through the doors and the ringing in Copia's ears.

When he does find himself able to move away from the toilet and make himself at least somewhat presentable, he stumbles through his room until he's prying the door open, peering through the crack.

It's Omega, Terzo's right hand ghoul—the transition of power over to him had been pretty smooth, though he knew that Alpha had felt a bit snubbed, though not enough to complain, when Terzo had announced that Omega would be handling most of the decisions this time around.

"Cardinal," Omega says with a nod of his head, mask impassive as ever, still otherworldly despite not being enshrouded in a cloak and hood anymore. "It's forty past the hour," he continues.

There's not quite concern in his voice, but Copia can see the way Omega's eyes narrow a bit as he takes in the disheveled state of his face.

"Sorry, sorry," Copia says, closing the door a bit more, feeling another wave of nausea build in the back of his throat, "Can you tell Papa that I'm feeling under the weather? I think I've eaten something spoiled." He presses his lips together, feeling shaky and exhausted.

A beat of silence passes, long and stretching between them before Omega nods, slowly and clears his throat, "Of course, Cardinal. I'll pass along the message." He uncrosses his arms from behind his back, shuffling backwards, "Feel better soon," he says, though now there's a hint of something in his voice that Copia's not feeling up to trying to decipher.

In the end, the nausea doesn't last for long, thankfully, it goes away as the day passes and Copia feels hopeful almost, that it's just a twenty four hour bug and things will be alright once he's had a chance to sleep everything off.

Sometime later in the day, there's a knock at his door, but when he goes to answer, there's no one there—instead, sitting on the floor is a bag, a deep purple color with black tissue paper inside of it.

Curious, he takes it into his room and places it on his desk, pulling free the tissue paper—there's a piece of thick card stock inside, and written in black ink is Terzo's loopy scrawl.

Omega mentioned you were ill. This is to let you know that I've given you the next few days off, I believe you'll need it.

-Papa Emeritus the Third.

Copia frowns but places the card aside, digging through the rest of the tissue paper, there's another note inside, but this one is less formal.

If I'm overstepping please know this comes from a place of concern, are you pregnant? In an attempt to be discreet, I had a Sister leave the grounds and pick this up.

A pit forms in his stomach as he drops the card, digs the rest of the way through the tissue paper until his fingers hit a cardboard box.

"No," Copia says, mostly to himself in the silence of the room as he rips it out of the bag—it's a pregnancy test, though the words on the box run together as he stares at it, a tightness in his chest.

It couldn't be.

A new feeling, something like anger, builds in his chest and he opens one of the drawers on his desk, tossing the test and shoving the rest of the stuff—tissue paper, the notes and the bag all in there as well before he slams it closed.

He realizes that it comes from a place of care, that Terzo is of course, his friend for the most part, but it feels weird, wrong, sort of like a violation almost and the longer he thinks about it, the longer he wonders what Omega had sensed that morning, if the odd look had been something relating to that.

Copia's tired, he's working tirelessly to situate himself as part of the Treasury, to prove to the Clergy that he can handle being a Cardinal, and that he can assist Terzo with whatever extra duties he needs to, he can't add a pregnancy to this whole thing.

Impossible.

(Impossible because, because, in the back of his mind, despite everything, if he is, then he'll want to keep it—the Clergy already have a few choice words about him, about everything, if he were to bring a child into this it would be—)

He goes to bed then, puts the test out of his mind and does his best to ignore it—wakes up for the next two weeks miserable and sick, the sickness extending into the day most days now, instead of just the morning. He's back at work now, filling and forging Terzo's signature on things—most of the time he can feel Omega hovering around him, can tell Terzo is watching him, but he refuses, he won't entertain the idea.

(Until he does, in a fit of desperation one morning—it's his day off, but he's so tired and so sick, nearly crying into the bowl when he remembers the test, remembers everything. Stumbles into his room and digs it out, rips open the package and—and—and—)

He doesn't know what else to do, really, beyond go to Terzo, request a meeting with him, locked tight in his office while Omega stands guard by him—his face gaunt and sunken and he's so tired, he thinks somewhat deliriously as he stands there in front of Terzo, in front of Papa who's watching him curiously, his request for the meeting had been vague.

"Cardinal?" Terzo asks, careful but professional and well, maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's the stress, maybe it's something else entirely because Copia feels the tears come before they do, the building in the back of his throat—they fall before he can stop them, before he can swallow them.

"I'm pregnant."

There's a shuffle, cloth rubbing against each other and the sound of a chair hitting something as Copia stands there, hunched in on himself, a hand fisted in the front of his cassock as he tries to control his breathing, the heaving sobs catch in his throat and he feels so terrible about it all.

"Copia," Terzo says, closer now, standing beside him, his hands extended like he wants to touch him but careful to keep his distance, unsure and something about that makes Copia cry harder and he pitches forward, into Terzo's arms, ugly crying into expensive fabric.

"Omega, cancel my meetings for the rest of the day," Terzo says over where Copia's made himself small, "If Sister asks questions, tell her to reach out to me directly." as he speaks, his hands rub slow circles into Copia's back, silent comfort.

He doesn't speak directly to Copia until Omega's left the office, until he's gotten the two of them to the couch and a blanket wrapped around Copia's shoulders, "You won't be able to keep it," he says after a while, there's something resigned in his voice, "The Clergy won't be happy."

Copia makes an angry noise, gripping the blanket tighter, "They're never happy with me anyway," he says, and then quieter, "I'm in my forties, Terzo, how the fuck did this happen?"

There's a look on Terzo's face, almost like he wants to make a joke, but he thinks better of it, "You and I had the same health class, Copia," he says instead, keeping his voice even. "Sometimes, shit happens." He leans forward, "Do you know who the...other person is?"

"I don't sleep around that much," Copia says defensively, and then he sighs, "Yes, though. I do know who the last person I slept with is, thank you." He clenches his hands and unclenches them, "If I go to the infirmary about this, the Clergy will know immediately."

There's a solemn look on Terzo's face, "If I could protect you from them I would," he says, something like regret in his voice. "Unfortunately, if you want any sort of protection during this, you'll have to go to Sister."

Copia bites his lower lip, almost hard enough to bleed, and he looks down at the floor between his feet, "I'm going to have to go to Sister about this," he echoes miserably, "My mother is going to lose her mind."

Terzo winces a little, shifts and nudges his shoulder against Copia's, "Ghouls aren't well versed in human pregnancies," he says apologetically, "Otherwise, I'd have Omega look over you, keep this quiet as long as we could."

He's silent for a while, still staring at the carpet, feeling numerous emotions well up inside of him, "I'll have to talk to her first," he finally murmurs, sad and resigned, "I...how did you know?" he asks, looking over at Terzo. "Your note, how did you guess?"

Terzo gives him a look, somewhat sad, "Omega said that your scent had changed," he says quietly. "That he could smell you, but he could also smell something else, said that something similar happens in ghouls when they're expecting."

Copia makes a soft noise, "Shit," he says softly, "I'll need to request that meeting immediately then," he mumbles, pressing his hands to his face, "Before there's gossip, you know how those hellbeasts like to gossip."

He hunches in on himself more, lets out a long sigh, "There's so much to do now," he mumbles into his hands, miserable.

Terzo rests a hand on his shoulder, leaning into his space briefly in comfort before standing up, "Lie down," he says, guiding him down onto the couch, "Rest here first, I'll send for Mist to bring up some food, something to drink. A brief reprieve for you, time to get your head on straight. What is said in my office is confidential and not even the Clergy can take that from me. You're safe here, Copia. No matter what."

Copia makes a noise, something miserable and he curls up on his side, his life seems to be precariously resting on a ledge at the moment but, but Terzo is right and when he opens his mouth to say that, Terzo shakes his head, offers him a smile but says no more after that, just goes back to his desk and sits down to work on paperwork.

The gravity of the gift given—a reprieve, a moment to breathe, sits heavily on his shoulders, but he feels somewhat lighter for it, hears Terzo pick up his phone, there's silence, and then—

"Sister Imperator, I'm calling to inform you that I'll be unavailable for the day, I'm sure Omega's mentioned it but I wanted to bring it up personally before there are any questions. Please inform the Clergy I'm dealing with a matter relating to one of our own and that I'm not to be disturbed until I say otherwise."

There's silence, a murmured thank you and then Terzo places the phone down.

It takes him a moment, and he thinks about the locked door separating him from the rest of the church, the key that sits around Terzo's neck on a piece of ribbon, feels choked up all of a sudden, "Thank you," he whispers, sniffling a bit. "I feel like I'm overreacting about all of this."

Terzo doesn't say anything at first, but then, "Friends look out for each other," he says quietly, "And you're not overreacting. You're mourning. You've always wanted a family and here you are, presented with a chance for one and it'll be taken away from you as soon as it's born." He exhales loudly, "It's an archaic rule that we shouldn't follow. We should be celebrating this, celebrating you bringing forth a child. But the Clergy wish to keep things old fashioned."

He says it with so much contempt and Copia makes a sad noise, "I know," he murmurs on a sigh, "Maybe one day, there could be a change."

It's wishful thinking, but Terzo gently knocks a fist into his desk, "As long as I'm in this position I'll do whatever I can to change those shitheads' rules."

There's a finality in his voice that sounds like an omen, but the day's catching up with Copia and he's not sure if it's a good one or bad—so he tugs the blanket over himself instead, wedging a throw pillow under his neck, humming lowly. "You're going to do good for the church," he says instead.

And, in that moment in time, they both believe it.

[thedemoninyourwalls222]

How to dialogue for fanfiction writers and authors and writers and stuff 🗣️🔥🗣️🗣️🔥🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

So we all should know that dialogue starts and ends with quotation marks

"These goofy ahh things" """""

But how do you dialogue like a professional??????

First you need to split it up accordingly for example if the character does an action or has a change in tone then you'll split it like so

Ex: "Hey, you gotta see this." she turned to grab her sketchbook. "Check it out!"

ᨏᨐᨓ ᨓᨐᨏ

Punctuation also works weird with dialogue. If the speech ends with no 'they said/said name' then it will end in a period. Most times this happens when there's a conversation going on or the action is written before the dialogue

Ex: he leaned over to his friend who was in the desk next to him. "After class we should hang out."

Ex 2: "I don't want to do my homework!" She complained.

"You have to," her mother responded.

"But it's boring."

"You still need to regardless."

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A mistake I often see with fanfiction writers is that they add a period at the end of dialogue that has 'they said/said name' after. When dialogue is followed by that you add a comma. Exceptions are if the phrase ends with an exclamation point or question mark.

Ex: "All right I'll take the dog out," he said. (to be more detailed you'd put complained but whatever)

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Commas at the end of dialogue also apply when the dialogue is split up by action, like I mentioned at the beginning

Ex: "You know what," he stood up and faced his friend. "I've had it with what you've been doing. It isn't right."

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Punctuation aside, you need to clarify how the character is speaking either with a word that replaces said or by clarifying the tone

Ex: "Alright class," the teacher began. "Open your textbooks to page one-hundred-forty-seven," he commanded.

Ex 2: "I'm sorry!" She said, her voice shaky. "I won't do it again," she swore.

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You also need to think about how someone would talk in real life, rather than having the character narrate how they're feeling. Have the character express their emotions in how they speak. This rule doesn't always apply the show don't tell isn't always good but still

Ex: "Really? Thank you so much!" She exclaimed.

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Anyways grammar still applies too obviously so for people who still somehow struggle with which your/you're to use here's a guide. (If you're a non native speaker, that's perfectly fine I'm more talking to people who didn't pay attention in 4th grade english class)

Your - possessive, as in it belongs to someone

Ex: go pick up YOUR coat

You're - combines you and are. Think of how you're trying to word it, would you say 'you are'

Ex: YOU'RE a good friend (can also be said as you are a good friend)

Their - possessive, as in it belongs to someone

Ex: they ran to THEIR car

They're - combines they and are. Same as you're but 3rd person

Ex: THEY'RE coming to the party

There - as in a place, somewhere

Ex: look over THERE

Its - possessive

Ex: the cat wanted ITS own toy

It's - it is

Ex: IT'S a beautiful day

Anyways hope that helped anyone who needed it

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this just started as me wanting to complain about the work it takes to prep a house to sell but now it's kind of an au

@taznovembercelebration

Day 15: vampire au/last

Kravitz is moving for possibly the last time in his very, very long life, and he ruminates a little on what got him to this point.

Read it on AO3

Barry drops another cardboard box into the growing sea of stuff in the garage. “One thing I wish I'd considered before becoming immortal was all the moving.”

“Tell me about it,” Taako says, writing his name on a piece of painter's tape and slapping it on a garbage bag of clothes. “One second I'm joining my hot ancient vampire boyfriend in his immortal curse, and next thing I know, I've moved fifteen times in the last hundred years.”

“We haven't moved fifteen times,” Kravitz skirts around him with another box. “This is only number ten.”

“That's still too many.”

He drops the box on top of Barry's. “It wasn't nearly this much work when it was just me in apartments and such. But four times the people, four times the stuff.”

Taako points at him, “this is the last time. New vamps, new start, new system. Taako can't be doing all this physical labour every couple of years for eternity.”

Barry leans against a stack of boxes. “Maybe this is why you deemed immortality a curse. You've been spending your eternal life doing one of the worst chores an adult can do.” Kravitz just shrugs. Barry says, “this'll be good. The land's nice and far from any prying eyes, and the house Magnus and Julia designed is beautiful.”

“No! More! Moves!” Taako chants.

“Okay,” Lup comes into the garage, “Magnus is on his way with the truck and reinforcements, so he'll start taking loads of stuff to the new house. Stager comes tomorrow, carpets get cleaned Wednesday, pictures Thursday, and we're in business by the weekend.”

“Let's sell this bitch,” Taako says.

A few months later, the old house has sold, and they're settling into their new, custom-built home. Kravitz is sitting out back, watching Lup and Taako argue about toppings by the pizza oven. His heart swells.

He'd been alone for so long. As far as he knew, he was the only vampire left. His life became an exhausting, monotonous dance of isolation. Running from place to place the moment he felt any whiff of suspicion in his direction. But then he met Taako. Handsome, wondrous, stubborn Taako.

Kravitz had wanted to run the moment he realised Taako had taken an interest. But when he started packing his things and looking for a new place, for the first time in centuries, he hesitated. Taako was the first interesting thing to happen to him in ages. Maybe he deserved to have a little fun.

“A little fun” quickly turned into deep, unavoidable love. So Kravitz tried to blow it up. He told Taako they couldn't be together, he walked away and blocked his number and ran. But Taako isn't so easily swayed. Through avenues that Kravitz is still in the dark about, he tracked him down and banged on his door until he was granted entry and an explanation. So Kravitz told him what he was. He told him they couldn't be together because Taako would age and Kravitz wouldn't and after a few decades he would be alone again. He didn't want to know a life of companionship if he was going to lose it in the blink of an eye.

And Taako laughed. He laughed until he had tears trickling down his face. He said, “you thought I didn't know? Babe, the moment you brought me home I knew. I don't give a fuck, all my friends are freaks.”

Kravitz met Taako's friends, and they all seemed normal to him. “Magnus?”

“Werewolf. And Julia.”

“Davenport?”

“Shapeshifter.”

“Merle?”

“Fae.”

“Lucretia?”

“Merfolk.”

Kravitz hesitates, because there's no way he's anything but human, but he has to ask, “Barry?”

“I'll give you three guesses.”

“...no.” Taako smirked. Kravitz stared at him wide-eyed. “There's absolutely no way.”

“Full blooded vampire.”

“Full blooded?!”

“The man has never had a drop of human blood in his veins.”

Kravitz pushed his hands into his hair. “I thought I was the only one left.”

Taako patted his back, “you just didn't know where to look.”

He looked at Taako. “Are you…?”

“I'm the only full human in the group.”

“What about Lup?”

“We still don't really know what she did, but she kind of Danny Phantom-ed herself and has been able to willingly shift to a phantasmal form for a few years now, so,” he shrugs, “she's human, but also maybe half dead? I try not to think about it too much.”

That conversation, as… mind blowing as it was, was the start of the rest of Kravitz's life. Taako made some very compelling arguments and convinced him to come back and try again. It was just under a year after that when he turned Taako. He was hesitant to do it, but was convinced when Taako reminded him that all his friends were immortal, and if he wasn't going to do it, he'd go to Barry, “and I'm not into him like that, so I'd rather not.”

On the back porch, watching the twins, Kravitz finally understands the concept of a forever home. Why spend eternity running when you could travel and have fun and do much more pleasant things than packing? And why not give yourself a soft place to land when you need to rest?

Barry comes outside and sits next to him, holding out a drink. “They're still at it?”

Kravitz takes it. “Yeah. Though they've moved from olives to anchovies.”

Barry chuckles and shakes his head. “I think they'll still be arguing about it when the next ice age comes around.”

Kravitz laughs, and they sit in a comfortable silence for a while. “Hey Barry. You've been around a while.”

“Sure have.”

“So you've been navigating life as an immortal for a long time. Like, almost as long as I have.”

“You've got maybe two hundred years on me, but yeah.”

“Then why the fuck did you let me move the four of us through ten houses in the last hundred years?!”

Barry laughs long and loud. He sighs. “Oh, my god,” he wipes a stray tear away, “I was wondering if you'd put that together.”

“Well?!”

“Oh, man,” he clears his throat. “You'd been on your own for so long, and set in your ways, and so afraid of being discovered, we thought it'd be best to do things your way for a while. To let you get used to us and the group and what have you.”

Kravitz narrows his eyes. Barry bites his lip like he's trying not to laugh again. “There's more. Spill it, Bluejeans.”

“Lup and I made a bet on how many moves Taako could go through before it got to him.” He takes a sip of his drink. “I won, for once.”

Kravitz considers this. “What'd you win?”

He smirks. “You don't want to know.”

“Ugh!” Kravitz stands. “Gross, I don't want to know about your sex bets.”

“I didn't say anything about sex!”

“A non answer is still an answer,” he turns to go back inside, “next time just lie and say money!”

Barry shouts after him, “this is your life forever now!”

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I feel like I've probably shared this before, but it was in my Unfinished Torchwood folder so I thought I'd share it today, even if it is again. If I didn't ever post it, I wonder why; if I did, my apologies for the double post, but it's cute and it was fun to edit since it's been a year and a half since I did any real writing. Enjoy! And maybe I'll work on some more of the stuff in my unfinished folder!

Don't get mad, get even

"So, how did the rest of the night go?" Owen asked from his station, his feet on the desk as he twirled a pen in the air and smirked. "You score?"

"Do you really want to know?" Ianto asked in return, turning around on his own chair and giving Owen a skeptical look.

"Not particularly," Owen replied. "Not at all, actually. Don't know why I even asked. Only you two are so strange sometimes…" He trailed off, chewing on the end of the pen, shaking his head.

"I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but what was so strange about last night?" Ianto braced himself for some intense piss-taking from the doctor, who seemed to delight in it more and more the longer they worked together.

"You and Jack," Owen said. "If Tosh hadn't walked in on you snogging in the tourist office a few weeks ago, no one would ever know you were shagging again. It's like a classified secret or something."

"Maybe we’re simply more private," Ianto suggested. "And professional."

"You're something," Owen said, shaking his head again. "Here we are, hitting the pub after work to celebrate the end of the longest week ever, and you two are still playing at Jeeves and Wooster. You can be a bit more casual after hours, you know."

"And you want me to—what? Feed him chips when we're out in public? Hold hands and whisper in his ear?" Ianto asked. "Stick my tongue down his throat and put on a good show?"

"Oh my god, you're going to make my brain bleed," Owen complained. "I'm just saying, if you're sleeping together, you can act like it. We all know now."

"We do act like it, Owen," Ianto replied, turning back to his computer. "When we're alone and we’re—"

"Don’t say it."

"But you thought it."

"Sod off."

"You brought it up, Owen." Ianto is still not sure why, though.

"And I'm not done. You flirt and joke, but Jack does that with dead trees. You don't hold hands, don't dance or kiss or make googly eyes—"

"I'm not sure Jack knows how to make googly eyes," Ianto said, holding back a grin at the thought of Jack with some sort of vapid love-sick look on his face. "He is well over a hundred and fifty years old."

"Wow, only six times older than you," Owen drawled. "Way to bag 'em, grave robber."

"He's immortal, Owen," Ianto replied, and this time he did turn around and grin. "Age is a meaningless number to him. But experience—experience makes all the difference in the world." He let his gaze go distant as he thought about some of the experiences Jack had shared with him. “And Jack has experience.”

"I am so done with this conversation," Owen grumbled.

"What, the one you started?"

"I'm finishing it. Go file some paperwork or something."

"But I didn't answer your question," Ianto said. He had to admit, he was having too much fun with Owen to stop now. Plus, he did have some gossip, of a sort.

"I don't want to know if you scored anymore, unless you both picked up a bird and—"

"Nope, not that," Ianto interrupted quickly. "But the rest of the night was interesting. And not in a tawdry way," he added.

Owen was quiet. He threw his pen in the air a few times, spun around in his chair, blew out a breath, and turned back to Ianto. "Now it's my turn to regret asking, but how so? Something happen after I left?"

"Jack got pissed," Ianto told him, lowering his voice as he glanced back at Jack's office. "Completely shit-faced blitzed."

Owen looked confused. "What?"

"He was loud and laughing, extremely handsy, and stumbling around. I even had to help him," Ianto cleared his throat, "with his trousers. In the loo."

"I bet you did," Owens smirked. "And I bet he loved that."

"Actually, I'm not sure he remembers," Ianto replied thoughtfully. "He practically passed out on the way home. I half carried him up to my flat—it was like wrangling an octopus—and put him to bed only for him to jump up and run for the bathroom. Ten minutes later and the octopus was back. He slept straight through 'till morning."

Owen was giving him a very strange look, both amused and disgusted. "And let me guess, you made him toast and brought him some paracetamol with your best coffee in the morning?"

"Well, yes," said Ianto, feeling defensive. "He's actually done the same thing for me."

Owen shook his head and started laughing. "Ianto, you do know that Jack can't get drunk, right?"

"Of course he can," Ianto replied. "I've seen him drink many times."

"And have you ever seen him stumbling drunk?" Owen asked.

"Well, no, not since we've been….you know," Ianto answered. "Why do you think he can't get drunk?"

"Because he told me," Owen replied smugly. "After my first really bad case, we went out to some skivvy bar to put it behind us, and although I don’t remember everything from that night, I do remember Jack being perfectly fine to drive my arse home because, as he put it, 'I can't get drunk.'"

"That's ridiculous." And yet, Ianto had a bad feeling that Owen was right. He couldn't actually remember seeing Jack drunk before, or hungover, and he'd definitely seen Jack drink before. And Jack had been dramatically over the top last night, as well exceptionally quick to recover that morning.

"That's what I thought,” Owen said. “He told me then, and he'd probably tell me now, that he metabolizes alcohol too fast for it to affect him that much. He's never been a big drinker, but I've seen him put down a fair few. He might get a little loose, but that's not hard for Jack." He sniggered and continued. "My guess is it has something to do with his immortality. He literally burns up the alcohol before the rest of us have finished our first pint. Sort of like how he never gets sick either."

"He told me last weekend that his allergies were bothering him!" Ianto exclaimed. "I made us soup for dinner." He stood up, took a step toward Jack's office, then turned back, staring at Owen. "Are you serious? He really wasn't drunk last night?"

"I think you've been had, mate," Owen told him, and he actually sounded like he felt bad for Ianto.

"I can't believe he'd do that," Ianto muttered. "What the hell was the point?"

"Who knows how his warped brain works," Owen told him, then motioned him closer. "But may I suggest not getting mad, but getting even?"

Ianto glanced back at Jack's office, still tempted to storm in and give Jack a piece of his mind before cutting him off from coffee and sex for the rest of the week. It was only Thursday; Ianto could survive, but he knew it would be rough punishment for Jack. Then he glanced back at Owen.

"Any ideas?" he asked.

"Not yet, but between the two of us, we should be able to come up with something good." Owen grinned as he stood up. "Come on. A pint on me to ease your sorrows while we plot."

Ianto couldn't help but grin back with a nod. "I think we can come up with something not just good, but brilliant," he said. He grabbed his coat from nearby and headed out the cog door with Owen, a dozen different ideas already plotting through his head.

Jack might not be able to get drunk, but he wouldn't know what hit him when Ianto was done with him.

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