#i still think she and Beck should get together

[kitausuret]

The biggest missed opportunity with Venom Beyond + every story involving Anne-as-Venom is making her a soldier instead of leaning on the fact that she's a lawyer and a SUCCESSFUL one at that. Forget the soldier apocalypse shit, she should be in court or harassing her clients when they lie about their business practices. And by harassing I mean threatening to disembowel billionaire CEOs. And if not disembowel then at least refuse to keep them as a client.

Like iirc Anne is a corporate defense attorney. Why would you drop that idea in favor of a Symbiote Soldier Schtick that's already been done? She should be lawyering people to death. She should be kicking ass and taking names and just barely skirting the rules of law because she knows what those rules are.

She can still have problems, and issues, and trauma, and weird shit happening that affects her life and her ability to live normally but she spent YEARS working up to be a lawyer. Why would she throw that away? Because a goo alien attached itself to her? Hell no. She can have both.

[neeksparksg]

Not so Secret

Tori Vega had always believed herself to be good at reading people, and recently she had noticed something weird about Jade

It all started during lunch when Beck wasn’t there. He’d called in sick that morning, Tori had half-expected Jade to sulk in the corner, growling at anyone who dared approach, but instead, during a class she saw Jade quietly texting someone, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. And then there was Y/N.

Y/N had been friends with Jade since childhood, a fact Tori had only recently learned. It is not that Tori didn’t knew him, He tend to hang out with them quite often, but  He was the kind of guy who preferred to stay under the radar, but then he was sitting with Jade, a bit too close Tori found it odd, but she didn’t think much of it until later that afternoon.

It was during a lull in her day that Tori saw it: Jade and Y/N walking off together. she spotted them slipping out the side door of Hollywood Arts. Jade glanced over her shoulder, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s arm before they disappeared around the corner.

“Okay, that’s weird,” Tori murmured to herself.

Her curiosity got the better of her. After all, Jade and Y/N had always seemed close, but not that close. And with Beck out of the picture for the day, Tori couldn’t help but wonder what they were up to. She followed at a safe distance

They walked down the street, talking in a way that seemed far too casual for Jade. She seemed Relaxed. Even... affectionate? Tori’s eyes widened as she saw Jade playfully shove Y/N, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“No way,” Tori whispered. “She’s not... cheating on Beck, is she?”

Her heart pounded as she continued to follow them. She needed proof before she said anything. This was Beck and Jade’s relationship on the line, and she wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. Still, the way Jade and Y/N were acting set off all kinds of alarms in her head.

By the time they reached Y/n’s house, Tori’s mind was racing. She couldn’t see much from where she was, looking around she notice an old tree house near a window, she probably shouldn’t do it, but curiosity got the best of her, so she climbed it from inside there she had a clear view of what she assumed was Y/n’s room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She needed backup.

“Andre I need your help” she hissed into the phone after Calling Andre. “I think Jade is cheating on Beck.”

“What? Tori, are you serious?” Andre’s voice crackled through the speaker.

“I’m outside Y/n’s house right now. She’s with Y/N. They’ve been sneaking around all afternoon.”

“Alright, we’re coming,” Andre said, his tone serious. “Don’t do anything until we get there.”

Within ten minutes, the rest of the group had arrived. They all silently climbed into the three house, peeping through the window to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside. Jade and Y/N were in his room, they were sitting on his bed and to everyone’s shock, Jade leaned in and kissed him.

“Oh my God,” Cat whispered, her eyes wide.

“I can’t believe this,” Robbie said

“We have to do something” Tori said, her voice low but determined. “This isn’t right. Beck deserves to know.”

While they discussed on what to do Beck walked in, looking pale but otherwise fine. The group froze, they half expected him to start screaming or to confront them, but Jade and Y/N greeted Beck warmly. And then, to the group’s utter disbelief, Beck kissed Jade... and then Y/N.

“What the...” Andre whispered.

The group watched in stunned silence as the three of them sat down on the bed and start making out. Tori’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

“Are they... all together?” Robbie asked, voicing what everyone was thinking.

“It looks like it,” Andre answered, they keep watching out of shock, they didn’t expect that, and soon stared wondering for how long this had been going on, however as thing started to escalate inside the room, Tori was the first to react

Tori shook her head. “We should leave” the others agreed with her, not really wanting to see what was happening

“do we? I mean we could-“ Rex started talking but Robbie was quick to shut him up, as Andre was going to step down the latter it fell down leaving them trapped, and if it wasn’t bad enough it was loud enough to alert those inside the room

The window opened revealing a very angry looking Jade “What Are you doing here?” she ask her tone ice cold, she glaring daggers at them, with both boys behind her, Beck looked confused, and Y/n had his arms crossed

Tori hesitated, suddenly unsure of what to say. “We, uh... we saw you guys through the window.”

“Why?” Y/n asked

“well, I saw you and Jade sneaking out” Tori said, her voice faltering. “and well We may have thought she may be cheating on Beck with You?” Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, he couldn’t blame them for thinking that, but he found the situation funny, the same couldn’t be said of Jade and Beck, Jade just seemed even more angry and beck was still as confused

“you thought I was cheating on my Boyfriend with our Boyfriend, how stupid are you?” she was clearly pissed, not only because they interrupted her but because of the accusations, however Beck was first to intervene, he gently pushed Jade towards Y/n arms, and looked at their friends

“you guys didn’t know we are dating?” he ask, as if their situation was obvious

“uh no” Answered Andre,

Beck, still calmer than anyone expected. "well, Jade, Y/N, and I have been together for a while now. We thought you guys knew."

Andre blinked, looking between the three of them. "but then why all the secrecy and and the sneaking around."

Y/N chuckled, his hands resting lightly on Jade’s shoulders trying to calm her. "We weren’t exactly sneaking, Andre. And neither have we been secretly, we have been very openly about it as far as I can remember”

"Wait, so how long has this been going on?" Robbie asked, still holding Rex mouth shut.

"About a year now," Beck replied casually, shrugging. "We’ve been figuring things out since Jade and I realized we both had feelings for Y/N. It wasn’t easy at first, but..." He glanced at Jade and Y/N with a small, genuine smile. "It works for us."

Cat tilted her head, her expression wide-eyed and curious. "But... how does it work? Like, do you all kiss each other? Or—"

"Cat," Jade snapped, her tone sharp though her cheeks flushed slightly. "That’s none of your business."

"But it’s cool, though!" Cat quickly added, her hands waving in front of her. "I mean, as long as you’re all happy!"

Tori shook her head, still overwhelmed. "I guess I just don’t get why you didn’t tell us."

"Maybe because it’s not something we owe anyone," Jade shot back, her glare unwavering. "And honestly, we didn’t think it was that complicated. I thought you guys were supposed to be smart and had figure it out, I have been making out with both of them all over Hollywood arts."

Andre raised his hands defensively. "Hey, no judgment here. We were just... surprised, that’s all. We didn’t mean to barge in on your business."

"Yeah," Robbie added nervously. "We only followed you because, well... Tori kind of thought you were cheating, and..."

Cat’s interrupted Robbie "um, can we maybe talk about this somewhere not in a treehouse? I’m kind of scared of heights."

Andre started down the ladder "Uh, yeah... About that..."

Beck raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you’re stuck up there?"

"Yeah, the ladder broke," Andre admitted sheepishly.

Jade’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. "So, let me get this straight. You spied on us, invaded our privacy, and now you want us to help you?"

"Jade," Beck said softly, though he couldn’t entirely hide his amusement.

Jade turned to him and Y/N. "You know, we do have those plans, remember? We’re running late now thanks to this little... treehouse party."

Y/N caught on quickly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, right. Those plans. Very important."

Beck sighed, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Guys, you’re not seriously leaving them up there, are you?"

"Why not?" Jade shot back. "They can reflect on how stupid this was while we’re out."

"Jade!" Tori called after her as she began walking away, dragging Y/N and Beck by their hands. "You can’t just leave us here!"

"Watch me," Jade called over her shoulder. "We’ll be back... eventually."

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Fingering, cunnlingus, cumming, dirty talk, jealousy (Gojo is kinda a dick again but he eats reader out good lol)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 4,908

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here!

Chapter 4 - Masterlist- Playlist

Chapter 5

You balance the cups of coffee, one for Nanami, one for Gojo and one for yourself, cursing yourself for not just grabbing a drink carrier. You head up the elevator of Kamo tower, punching in your number, thankful that no one was in there and you could breathe for a moment.

Yesterday was intense.

This week has been intense. Since Gojo set his sights on you, it’s all you can do to keep it together lately. You feel nervous as you even think of seeing him back in his role as the arrogant ass of a boss, after feeling like you got to know him just a bit, that there was more to him. Was it enough to stay though?

The elevator dings and you walk out, smiling at Shoko and Suguru who were talking amongst themselves. They greeted you, as did nearly everyone that worked in the giant offices. You did know a lot of people for having no ‘friends’ per se. You peek as you turn towards Nanami’s desk, seeing him sit there contemplatively staring at a chart as his shoulder held the office phone to his ear.

You look to the left and see Gojo Satoru leaning against the office door, with a pretty young girl with blue hair leaning towards him, wearing a cute little business suit. You pause, looking down at your coffees in your hand, and then Gojo catches your gaze, hidden behind his shades.

He calls out your name and you internally curse, popping your and Nanami’s coffees on your desk real quick, before bringing Gojo his signature drink you got daily for him. A white chocolate mocha with extra sugar. You had absolutely no clue how he drank those and ate candy like he did and still had his lean physique.

“Here you go, Sir.” You said with a smile, handing him the Starbucks cup with his name on it. He gave you a little nod, taking it, peeking at your desk as if wondering why you had two cups.

“Thanks. This is Miwa, she is going to be helping you with the smaller tasks, like getting coffee for instance.” He took a sip, sighing, and you looked to the young girl, who was grinning up at Gojo like he was a rock star. Gojo tells Miwa your name, and she notices you for a moment.

“Oh! I’ve heard so much about you!” She takes your hand and shakes it with a sweet smile. You have to admit her energy is really kind, and you get no bad vibes from her. Even if she’s clearly wanting to pounce on Gojo.

“It’s great to meet you, Miwa. I certainly can use some help with these things so I can focus more on the business side of my work.” You sigh in relief a bit. Gojo was actually listening and trying to help. You should be happy, right?

Right?

“It’s so awesome to be here! Ahh Mr. Gojo is just the best isn’t he?” Miwa batted her dark blue lashes at Gojo, who preened under the attention like some fucking peacok, standing even taller as she leaned so close her breasts were against his shoulder.

“I am the best, it’s true. Aren’t I?” He peered at you. You snorted, instantly covering the action, and his jaw tensed. Miwa looked shocked at you.

“He’s an amazing boss and businessman. So what is her title exactly? Just so I know how to train her.”

He opens his mouth, but she cuts him off, yanking out her cell phone, handing it to you with puppy dog eyes. “Could you take a picture of us, please? ” She asks you, and you blink for a moment. Confused.

“Yeah, please. ” Gojo looks to you, pushing down his shades, those words dripping with reminders of yesterday. You feel your cheeks heating up as you take her little cell phone, scowling up at Gojo, who was grinning.

Oh yeah, you hate him.

You just remembered.

“Sure can, Miwa get close to him so I can get you both in the shot.” You say, saccarine dripping out of your words like venom.

You watch Gojo’s grin go away, jaw tensing. As if he couldn’t stand the thought of you not being jealous. You weren’t playing his games. Miwa literally squeals, standing in front of Gojo, grabbing his arm and putting around her shoulders. You remembered your selfie with Gojo, you weren’t touching or anything like this, but you remember how happy you were.

“Perfect. Smile, you two!” You watch him put on a little smile and throw his peace sign, as Miwa looks like she’s won the whole fucking lottery. “Love it. Look, Miwa, what do you think?”

Miwa bounces up and down and hugs you. “Ohmygod I love it! Thank you so much! My friends are gonna flip.” She giggled, texting away. You errantly notice her making it her phone background.

“I’m glad. I have a couple things to do but I’m here if you need help.” You told her, and she grinned brightly. She was adorable, you had to admit.

“Meet me in my office in a few.” Gojo told you firmly. You give him a little nod, barely acknowledging him.

“You got it, boss.” Your sarcasm drips like venom too. You give him a little two finger salute, and then go back to your desk, snatching up the coffees. When you turn back around Gojo is staring at you, eyes trailing up slowly across your body like a fucking caress.

You hate him.

He licks his lower lip, making it glossy, then turns, guiding Miwa into the office, who was still lovingly staring at her phone. They closed the doors and you roll your eyes as you think of whatever dirty shit his whore ass is gonna get to. Miwa seemed sweet so you almost wanted to warn her, but fuck it.

You head over to Nanami’s desk once more, and he’s just hanging up, giving you a little smile, just one side of his firm lips turning up, and you hand him his cup.

“It’s your usual.” You smile, and he sighs.

“Ugh thank you, I needed one.” He takes a sip.

“Of course.” You turn to head, but he surprises you by calling out your name. You turn back. “Hmm?”

“I could really use your help here. If you have a minute.” He gets up and yanks a chair from across his desk, pulling it next to him and patting it.

“ The Nanami Kento needs help from me?” You giggle, sitting down next to him, inhaling his woodsy scent. He was wearing one of his outrageous cheetah print ties, which went against the basic color suits he always wore.

“You’re an expert at figures.” He crooked his finger, and you leaned in, looking at his monitor, which had graphs and charts. “Could you make sure I’m not missing something?”

“Sure. Hmm. Scooch.” He scooches over, and you squeeze in next to him, starting to add and click. You’re right against him, legs brushing together, and damn if he wasn’t built like some action star, hard muscles against your firm thighs. You felt your pulse quicken a tad at the contact.

“You feeling warm? I can turn on my fan.” Nanami asks, looking at you, and you chew on your lip, remembering the embarrassing words you had said to Gojo the other night. Ugh.

“Could you?” Maybe it would help your redness. He leans across you, and you avert your eyes, to see Miwa sitting on Gojo’s desk, her legs dangling, Gojo in his seat, leaned back. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“Better?” He asks, and you feel the little breeze hit your chest. You sigh, smiling at him.

“Much. Thank you. I’m under that air vent over there it must be a little colder.” You know it’s bs but you roll with it. Your eyes peer back to Gojo’s office and you see he is now scowling at you, completely ignoring the blue haired girl in a skirt on his damn desk.

“Is she taking over when you leave?” Kento asked quietly. You looked at him, shrugging a shoulder a bit before focusing back on his chart, tapping the keyboard with your numbers.

“He hasn’t told me yet, and I still am not sure I’m leaving. But he said she’d be doing little things, like coffee runs and errands.”

“That is actually weirdly thoughtful.” Nanami pursed his lips a bit. You nodded.

“It actually is. I am supposed to talk to him later so I guess I’ll figure out my plans then.”

“I really wouldn’t like you to leave.” Nanami’s hand was on your thigh for just a moment, before yanking it off as if realizing you two were in an office, clearing his throat and pulling on his collar.

You felt confused. How could you even talk to him when you’d just been kissing Gojo yesterday? And what was that with Gojo anyway… it’s not as if Gojo would be with you. He hadn’t had a consistent girlfriend since you’d known him, instead opting for a bunch of women at once. So why even entertain those thoughts. But also what the fuck were you feeling?

Was orgasm brain that intense?

“Shit.” Nanami sighed. You realized you were in your head, making him feel awkward. You took his hand under the desk, smiling softly.

“No no. Don’t. I would miss seeing you too.” You told him, and he exhaled a bit, smirking then, peering at you under his shades.

“Hot as a friend huh.”

“Oh god!” You buried your head in your hands, and he laughed at you softly. “You’re teasing me!”

“Maybe a little.” You nudged him with your elbow, grinning. “We could be friends outside of work. If we could stay awake long enough.”

You grinned at him. “Yeah I’d like that. Are you trying to convince me to stay with the promise of your charming company?”

He scoffed. “So charming.”

“You kind of are.”

“Is it working?”

“Hmm. It may be. Maybe I should go work for Suguru.” You said with a sigh, Nanami laughed.

“It would be world war three. The only one worse to go to would be Sukuna.” He gave a little shiver.

“Oh gosh. Imagine. Okay, there. Got it all fixed.” You showed Nanami the figures on his monitor, and he leaned over your shoulder to look at them.

“You’re a genius.” His breath tickled your ear a little. You flushed.

“No, not at all. Just a nerd.” You turn your chair, finding you two rather close, and lowering your gaze a bit to focus on his tie. “You sure have the most interesting ties I’ve ever seen. Maybe I should get you a funky one for Christmas.”

“An ugly christmas tie? Ugh.” You laughed, standing then, and scooching your chair back in its place.

“I’d get a cute one. With snowmen.”

“Disgusting.”

You shook your head with laughter, and he stood, then too, as you took your coffee and sipped it. “The Starbucks girl asked for your number from me.” You said, and he turned slightly pink on his cheeks.

“Well shit.”

“Yeah, I told her to ask you personally. She said she was too nervous. She was cute.” You gave him a little smile. “Well, tell me if you need anything else, kay?”

“Thanks again. Oh, hey… you busy tomorrow night?”

“I never have plans.” You roll your eyes with a sigh. He chuckled.

“I understand that. But me, Shoko, and Suguru are grabbing drinks. And a couple people from work. You wanna come too?”

“Sure, that actually sounds really nice.” You’d have once turned down going out because of work making you so tired, but you realized you had to start putting yourself first. “I’ll be there for sure.”

“Good. We will have a drink. Since I’m your hot friend.” He winked, and you grimaced, blushing as he laughed softly at you.

“You are.” You winked back, giggling and running off to your desk. It was fun, just thinking of actually going out. Relaxing with everyone. You just almost get to your desk when Miwa is walking out of Gojo’s office, all starry eyed.

“I’ll get right on these, Mr. Gojo.” She had a stack full of papers.

“Thank you, Miwa.” He smiled at her, and she waved to you before running off. You turned to go to your desk but he paused you, saying your name. You looked up at him, sipping your drink.

“Hmm?”

“My office.” Was all he said, and you rolled your eyes, following him in, hearing him shut the door with a click behind you, locking it. You frowned, turning around, getting snatched up by him as he flicked shut the blinds with one button, pressing you into the door with his hard body.

“What… What the fuck!?” You demanded, shoving at him. He put his arms on either side of your head, lowering to your level, lips a breath from yours. You could nearly taste the mint, licking your lips nervously, eyes looking up into his, furiously scowling.

“Having fun flirting with Kento, were you?” He demanded, gritting his teeth together. You bit out a laugh, brows lowering over your eyes.

“Why do you care? Were you having fun with the view under that little assistant’s skirt as she fucking stroked your ego?”

He scowled, reaching a hand down to your waist, yanking you against his hard body. You ignore how good it feels. “You think she interests me?”

“You’re interested in any pretty thing with two legs.” You roll your eyes, leaning back to get away from him, but he yanks you closer.

“I hired her to help you with stupid shit. So that you’ll just stay.” He voice was husky, and you sighed, lowering your lashes.

“I know and I’m really thankful. But don’t act like she wasn’t all over you and you didn’t like it. That’s just bullshit.”

“You’re jealous as fuck.” He smirked cruelly, tilting your chin up, making you meet his goddamn eyes.

“You’re jealous. Not me.” You hissed. He raised a brow.

“Oh? Wouldn’t mind if I ate her out on this desk here, hmm?” His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You steeled yourself.

“Nope. Why would it? I’m used to you being a whole man whore. It doesn’t affect me at all.”

Liar.

“You’re a liar.”

You shoved at him, then, hard, but he didn’t budge, like fucking steel. You felt your body vicerally reacting to his big hand on your waist, thumb digging in. “You’re the one all fucking pissy I helped Nanami with some damn figures. Pulling me in here like some psycho.”

“You want to fuck him, still, do you?” He demanded angrily. You narrowed your eyes.

“What do you care either way? We’re not together.”

Gojo froze, and his hand dug in painfully, to where you winced, but your nipples hardened under your blouse. “I’m not fucking the new girl. You’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“I’m very smart, thank you. Okay do you want a cookie, Satoru? A gold star? That you don’t fuck the little eighteen year old who wants your dick? I don’t even fucking care.”

He laughed, dark, digging his hand until it was in your hair, yanking it. “You act like you weren’t coming on my fingers yesterday.” You overheated, again, chest heaving, your breath coming out in little pants. His eyes went down your chest. “I can see you want me, now, even. Is my nun growing adventurous?”

“No the hell I’m not. I am… not… don’t want…”

“Can’t even finish your lie.” He slid a hand up to your breast, cupping it over your thin white blouse, moaning softly. “Not even wearing a bra are you? Is it because you wanted this?”

“Nope. I forgot.” You were lying to yourself. He plucked a nipple over the thin fabric, making you gasp.

“I’ve never seen you here not in some bra that makes these look smaller. As if that works. I could tell how big they were.” He pinched your nipple hard, and you cry out softly, before slamming a hand on your mouth. It was too late. He had the devious glint in his damn blue eyes.

“I hate you.” You bit out, and his hand went under your blouse, hot and hard, squeezing the softness of your breast, making you clench your teeth so that you didn’t moan again. He was grinning at you.

“Oh sweetheart, holding it in?” He pinched your nipple hard, twisting it just a bit, watching you falter, your knees wobble. He enjoyed it, like a predator with his goddamn pray, eyes drinking in your flushed face, your parted lips.

“Innapropriate workplace actions. I’m telling HR.” You start chuckling then, and Gojo did too, throwing his head back.

“I literally am HR.” He kissed you, and you bit his lower lip, trying to hurt him, but instead he moaned.

“You’re shit at HR, Satoru.” He bit your lower lip now, licking it, as if it was a little apology. You sighed. It felt good. “Mmm. Stop.”

“Why?” His whisper was alluring, it shot your brain down, and spoke directly to your pussy. Fucking Gojo.

“Because we’re at work, dick! Also you’re acting jealous when I’m sure you’ll be fucking the new girl.”

“You’re stupid as shit.” You scowled, and went to slap him. He snatched your wrist, slamming it into the door, trapping you. “I want you, how fucking clear should I make this?”

“I won’t be one of your-”

“I. Want. You.” He shook you as he spoke. You blinked, shaking your head. “Oh, I don’t?”

“You just want to have fun, play some game with me.”

“I don’t play games.”

“Sure the fuck do.”

“Let’s play this game then. The quiet game.” You yelp as he picks you up with ease, carrying you to his big mahogany desk, sitting your ass on it.

“The what?” You wriggled, and he scooched up your skirt, eyeing you, thin brow raised. “What are you…”

“Shh.” He put a finger to your lips. “You think I wanna play games when all I wanna do is fucking taste you.”

“Oh…” You felt yourself dripping, and he yanked down your pink panties, already damp, the cool air smacking your cunt. “I… why…”

“Because you taste good.” He whispered, sitting in his office chair as you were spread apart for him, eyes raking you in intimately. He kissed your thigh, nipping, then biting hard. You start to cry out and he grins. “Ah ah. Quiet game. Keep that pretty mouth shut, baby girl.”

“Gojo… we can’t! I…” You trembled when he barely brushed his thumb against your clit, swirling in your desire.

“Already so wet and all we did was kiss.” He teased you, blowing gently on your already sensitive clit, making you cry out, jerking your whole body. “Stop lying. Tell me the truth.”

“What truth? Unh!” Pleasure shot through your body, straight up through your tummy, making you ache when he placed a kiss right above where your swollen clit was, torturing you. “Satoru…”

“Tell me you want me to. That you need me to.” He murmured, and you hated him more. He took all your defenses away.

“I won’t.” You tried to close your legs, but he pushed them open,

“You’re so fucking stubborn. Admit you want it.” He flicked his tongue on your clit then, and you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand, eyes rolling back in pleasure you had never felt before. “Say it, fucking brat.”

“No.” He yanked away, and you cried out, then he smacked your pussy, enough to sting, and you hated that you actually liked it. You slid up on your elbows, and before you knew it he had your shirt wide open, your breasts spilled out, and he leaned over you in his black suit, gorgeous as fuck.

“You want me to make you cum, don’t you?” His silken words did things. You couldn’t lie when his face was against yours, his forehead touching yours.

“Yes.” It was weak, pathetic, you were shivering. His lips brushed yours, and you felt things, more than physical. When he was breathing heavily, his eyes lidded, lips parted, affected by you too. You reached your hands up to the lapels of his jacket, lifting your hips up. “Do you want me, though?”

He let out a breathy laugh, as you ran your hand down his shirt, feeling his hard chest. “You think I don’t want you, fucking brat? What, you think I wanted that little Miwa girl?”

You nod, feeling emotions you shouldn't be blinking back stupid tears. “Why wouldn’t you? You are Gojo Satoru. You can have whoever you want.”

“I want you. Silly girl.” He kissed down your breasts, to your nipples, flicking a tongue on them and then sucking. Your hands went into his silky hair. “Tell me what you want. Words, baby girl.”

“I want… I want you to…” You were stammering, blushing. He looked up at you, smiling.

“You’re so cute. I’ll make it easier.” He returned to between your thighs, kissing them softly. “Say you want to come on my face.”

“That’s a lot!” You covered your face, so nervous, so shy out of nowhere. He could see you wide open. He pulled your hands down.

“Your pussy is so pretty.” He purred. “Nervous?”

“I just haven’t… I want to…”

“Say it.” He kissed you there again, breath hot against where you were already dripping wet.

“I want to come on your fucking face.” You couldn’t believe the words out of your mouth, what this man did to you. “Please, make me.”

“As the lady commands.” He said softly, then his head dipped, and the sight of his white hair between your thighs was enough to make you melt, but his tongue sliding up your slit… 

“Jesusfucking shit ahh!” He laughed against you, peeking up.

“Quiet game.” He winked, and you nodded, biting your knuckles as he did the motion once more, your pussy pulsed around nothing, aching. You couldn’t believe you were here, wide open, on your boss’s desk. And you begged for it.

“Mmm.” You moaned into your hand when his fingers spread your plump lips apart, tongue sliding in deliciously, like nothing you could describe, as his finger found the hood of your clit, pulling up for his tongue to slide back and flick. You jerked, and he held your hip down, tilting his head and starting to flick faster and faster.

You started panting, breath heaving, hand balled into a fist as your cries muffled into it. The only noise in the office was Gojo slurping up your wetness and your little sighs of pleasure, as he literally drank you in. He slid a finger in you, looking up at you, and you see his chin is glistening with your desire.

“Fuck.” He whispered, and you felt yourself fall apart, pulsing around his finger. He groaned and flicked his tongue as his finger massaged your g spot, and it was impossible not to make noise. You shoved both hands on your face, crying out, shaking. Everything went dark then fuzzy, and you became so dripping wet his finger slid with ease.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Your hips twitched against him, as he licked you through your orgasm, then kept licking after, when you were so sensitive you couldn't handle it. “Satoru… unh… so good I-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You freak out, trying to close your legs, but he grins like some Demon, his whole face wet at this point, making you blush in embarrassment. He licks his lips, continuing crooking that finger deep in you.

“Yes?” He asks calmly, calmly, hitting a spot that made you ache, shoving his hand on your mouth now. His eyes drank in your face.

“Mr. Gojo I have that done… I wanted to talk to you. Are you busy?” Miwa's voice came from the other side. Gojo was studying your expressions as his hand pressed hard, the other now fucking you with two fingers. You moaned against his hand, body rolling in overstimulation.

“I am a little busy right now. Is it important?” He asks so calmly. He smirks at you, not stopping his fingers from fucking you. Your eyes roll back, back arching, clinging to his wrist like some fucking lifeline.

“Oh no, I actually heard there's a work get together Friday. Can I come?” He laughed that laugh of his, looking right into your eyes.

“You can come.” As he said it he pushed in deep, and you started pulsing again, falling apart when his palm put pressure on your clit. You wanted to fucking scream.

“Thank you!” She ran off and Gojo eased his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth.

“Suck them off.” He ordered, and you did, so much of your wetness, and your pussy ached, empty, oversensitive, the air hurting your puffy aching lips. “You admit you're jealous. Now. I saw it on that face.”

“I can't be.” You finally whispered as he eased his hand off your mouth.

“You like to lie to me. Its annoying.” He pulled you down on wobbly legs, bending you over his desk. He slapped the fuck out of your bare ass.

“Dick! That hurts!” You hiss, it was no sexy little slap, he had left a whelp. It stung and burned and brought tears to your eyes.

“Admit it.” He bent over you, whispering in your ear, finger caressing your slit. “You want me to yourself. Already. Greedy little bitch.”

“Do… Not. Am not. Ow!” He smacked you so hard you jerked forward.

“You like it.” He played with your cunt. “She's stupid fucking wet.”

“Yes I like it ugh!” You tensed waiting for another smack, but instead he kissed your neck. So sweet. A walking contradiction.

“Good girl. Now. You're jealous. Say it.”

“Why? Why do this.”

“I want you to admit it.” He caressed your backside, thumb brushing your sickness.

“I shouldn't be.”

He paused, then sighed, kissing your bare shoulder. “Neither should I.”

You froze, turning your head, and your eyes met. Had he said that? Admitted that… was he… were you…

“Yeah. I am.” You sighed, hating what he made you admit. He wasn't grinning though. He kissed you, taking your breath away, hands finding your breasts.

“You're beautiful.” He whispered, and you felt it. You lost yourself in the kiss. You wanted more, arching your hips up, ass against his rock hard length pressing against his dress pants. He moaned, grip tightening.

“Fuck me.” You watched his jaw drop. “Please, Satoru. Please fuck me.”

Gojo lost it, turning you around, kissing you wildly, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you. You drank each other's moans as he pressed hard against you, and you grinded on him, throwing your head back.

“I want you to come around my cock, tight and pulsing. I want to fucking push my come inside you. Fill you the fuck up.” He was pressing so hard you wanted to come again from just friction. 

“Mnh. Do it. I can take it.” He laughed a bit, easing from you, pecking kisses on your neck.

“Am I old fashioned? I kind of want my first time with you in my bed.” You felt like an idiot, burying your face in his chest. “Hey…”

“I'm such a hoe, ‘fuck me here on your desk’. And you are like let's wait. I think the orgasm brain is dangerous.”

He laughed softly, pulling your face up to look at him. “I'd fuck a normal woman right here and be done. I just think I'd like to spend my time with you. A lot of time.” His jaw tensed. “Fuck. Maybe my brain is fried from your orgasms.”

You started laughing, hands trembling as you attempted to button your shirt. “Shit.”

“Let me.” His calm hands made quick work of adjusting your clothes. He found your panties and slid them up you. “I want you. Do you see now.” You nod shyly. “Good. Now go think of my tongue on you while you flirt with fucking Nanami.”

“Ugh! Stupid.” You shook your head and he grinned. His pretty fucking eyes bore into you. He could see through you. “I was just talking to him.”

“And so was I with Miwa.” He helped adjust your hair.

“This is… it feels good.” You leaned back as he brushed out your hair with his fingers. He kissed you once more. 

“Get back to work now, assistant. I need you to get on that presentation.” He tapped your nose. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes Mr. Gojo.” You batted your eyelashes. He snorted.

“Wish I liked nice girls and not this evil fucking bitch.” He smacked you again, over your skirt. You smirked at that.

“Wish I liked a nice guy and not a demon.”

“Demon with an amazing tongue.” He stuck it out and you bit your lip, making him chuckle darkly.

“It is, but you're still a dick.”

“And you're a bitch. A bitch who tastes really good.” Your whole body was jello. You'd never felt that fucking good.

And now you have to work.

What the fuck happened…

Did you just admit you liked him? Begged him to fuck you on his desk?

That tongue had done things...

Yep you were screwed.

Chapter 6

Chapter on A03:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/141034786

[yandere-sins]

As the person who is the most yandere writer to ever yandere, may I humbly ask the following? How the different kind of yanderes react to darling cheating on them? (While they're still in a normal relationship and she doesnt know they are yandere yet. Tho i think for at least one of these possibilities, her cheating is what turns them into a yandere iykwim) I'm talking pathetic ones who forgive, freaks who get turned on, those who get physical etc...

I am not deserving of such honorable titles, but thank you for requesting! :D

I'm going to do the regular types, not the advanced ones, hope you don't mind! I also put some stereotypes below each type!

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❥ Obsessive Yandere, who sees you leave that other person's house with a mix of heartbreak and jealousy while still adoring you intensely. You are positively glowing, happy, and satisfied after your one-night stand, but they can't feel as happy for you as they want. Not when it wasn't them you spent the night with. Obsessives want you to be happy—with them. They want you to have fun and do things that delight you—with them. They want to do these things to you! They are so incredibly jealous that anyone else got to touch you in ways they've been imagining for months. That someone got to make you scream and moan when it's all they ever wanted to hear from your mouth. That they got to kiss your lips, caress your skin, and fill you with pleasure—all things they've wanted to do for you!

❥ Yet, obsessives can't help but climb through your window once you come home and steal your clothes while you're showering. They smell like you, happy, sweaty, aroused. The stench of another person is almost unbearable. Yet, they keep smelling you while they get themselves off to the scent, wishing it was their own smell that stuck to your clothes. They'd never wash themselves again if they got to do what you did to a stranger last night! They would give you all you want and more, but you don't even know they exist. They are just a yandere who cums on top of your bed while you are showering peacefully, unaware that they are in your room, getting off to your stinky clothes like the pathetic dog they are. And in their foggy, orgasm-ridden mind, they think it's a good idea to wait under your bed for you to go to sleep that night so they can crawl out and show you just how good of a choice they'd be the next time you need to take the edge off.

Pathetic Yandere, Stalkers, Fans, Your new co-worker, ...

❥ Possessive Yandere, who are absolutely furious. Have they not done everything for you? Been at your beck and call for every shit you needed, and yet, you chose someone else to satisfy your sexual needs? Have you lost your mind?! Sure, you look happy, but your yan can't really find it in them to be happy for you. They annoy you with questions about who it was, how it was, and what you did until you roll your eyes and slam a door in their face to get some privacy from their invasive questioning. It should have been them, they decide, chewing their nails as they stand in front of your room's door. They should have had the privilege to be with you that night, make you scream their name through ecstatic moans, and have you swear your complete and utter devotion to them, just like they would have, you two finally belonging together both body and mind.

❥ But instead, they have to put their feelings into something else. Something soft and squishy once they beat up that asshole that dared take you home last night. Something like that bastard's face. Possessives don't care how bloody they get unless it is your blood, so there's no stopping them from thoroughly beating up the poor person who got to taste and enjoy you before they did. They put their hands on what belonged to the yandere—so they get to pay the price. Depending on how angry they are, they might even come back to you with a little price that reads like a threat. A finger or a head that they throw at your feet, they themselves completely covered in blood as they warn you to be careful who you choose next time and that it better be the yandere to fulfill your fucking needs. You get your cheeks squeezed by bloody hands, their kiss rough and brisk before they leave to go shower, hoping you learned your damn lesson while they leave you behind nauseous.

Bullies, Mafia, Bosses, Roommates, Spoiled Nobles, ...

❥ Manipulative Yandere, who knows where you've been last night. Who is waiting for you to approach them, stumbling over your own words as you try to make excuses, knowing fully well they disapprove. But they just shrug, telling you to do what you want, but underneath their breath, they mutter that you're a slut. They keep making small remarks to you over the day to chip away at your self-worth and confidence. No hunger? Obviously, considering you were busy getting filled up last night. Your bones popping when you stretch? You should really start stretching after sex, or your muscles might shrivel up as much as your brain that said it was a good idea to get down and dirty with some stranger. Maybe you should ask for money next time to get some operation to be a better whore?

❥ Sentences like those and other attacks about your body and intelligence really take out the fun of the last night. The yan won't be surprised if they wait a set amount of time before "accidentally" stumbling over you crying. You, a blubbering mess, telling them how mean they are and how bad you feel, makes them smile internally. They'll kneel down and shush you, hugging you even though you aren't comfortable with it, telling you it's okay and your feelings are valid. They'll admit they might have overdone it but that they were just so hurt that you'd not tell them the truth and not come to them before doing something so stupid. You could have died, meeting up with that stranger, damnit! Or gotten an STI or other diseases! What if they were some creep that would now stalk or hurt you? (Ironic, I know.) A manipulative yan will give you the comfort you need after a whole day ruined by their own comments while also showing you that they "care". You'll think twice about betraying them again, won't you?

Therapists, Someone you idolize, Step-parent, Doctor, ...

❥ Delusional Yandere who just doesn't believe you. You could be standing in front of them, rubbing in how great the sex was last night, and they'd still be staring at you with wide, doe eyes, not knowing what to say. They might even tear up when you insist, cupping their hands over their ears and telling you to stop and that it isn't true. That the you they know would never do such... impure and disgusting things. Maybe you were kidnapped and forced, or it was all a dream, but this didn't happen! You love the yan! You love them so much, you'd never do that! Your love is the reason why you kept asking about how they were and hung out with them when nobody else did! You're a pure, beautiful, unreachable angel that no one can defile in their eyes. Human sins are beneath you as you have the biggest heart and most beautiful personality.

❥ You two are meant for each other! No one but the yandere should put their hands on you, so what could that all mean? Were you unsatisfied with your relationship? Do you want more? Is that what you're trying to tell the delusional? They want that too... to be one with you, to love you with all their might. Maybe it really is time to progress in your relationship. They come to this conclusion all on their own while you talk to them about your hook-up, suddenly speaking up to invite you to their home that afternoon. The yan had never invited you before, so sure, why not? And they smile ear to ear, happily, taking this as you agreeing to take the next step before they tell you they have to prepare some things before you come over and bounce off. There are lots of tools and equipment to buy, new sheets, ropes, cup noodles, blindfolds, a toothbrush for you, a pretty gag, and so much more! Finally moving in together is so exciting!

Childhood best friend, The loner/weird person, Someone who idolizes you, ...

❥ Protective Yandere just goes silent as you fess up what you did last night. They are so quiet and still it really concerns you, so you reach out to them, only for the yan to slap away your hand. They have never pushed you away before, nor have they hurt you either. They've always been so good to you, kind and helpful, always there when you needed them. Now, you can't even read their expression, their face completely blank as they process what you did. After all they sacrificed for you, how they protected and cared for you... you go and betray them like this? Is this how it will always be? Are they just a second choice to you? Isn't it their task to keep you comfortable? To provide? To love you? Why would you look for it with anyone else? Let anyone put their dirty hands on you and put you in danger without the yan there to protect you from?

❥ They apologize for lashing out before getting up, needing to get away from you for a moment and sort their thoughts. What did they do wrong? Why did you do that? What is happening? Why does it hurt so much? And most importantly, what now? They obviously can't trust you to make your own decisions. You have terrible judgment. And they can't trust anyone else either, not your friends (that they never liked) because they left you with some stranger or society who'd take advantage of your naivety and impulsive desires. If they can't let you go without you doing something so stupid... then you can't leave at all. They need to take better care; they let you down once already. It's the yan's whole life purpose to protect you, and they can do that best when keeping you locked up and safe from outside curiosities that would attract such a fragile being like you. You need them, and they promise not to repeat their own mistake and fail you again.

Bodyguards, Soldiers, Your benefactor, any kind of platonic yandere, Someone who feels indebted to you, ...

[campingwiththecharmings]

Good Neighbors (7)

PART 6

AN: Hello lovely people. I'm so unbelievably sorry that this took OVER A YEAR to get out. Ugh. I'm so annoyed with myself. If you're still here, thank you so much for sticking with me, I know I've been pretty MIA recently. That being said, without further ado, here is the seventh smutlet in a series set after the events of Night Moves. I hope it's worth the wait lol.

Why should you care if Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours— And you’re not his.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 2,077 (can i still call them 'smutlets' if they're the length of a normal fic lmao) Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, ~*feelings*~ (ugh), a dash of angst, jealousy, neighbors with benefits AO3

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You can’t sleep, and much like all those months ago, it’s your stupid neighbor’s fault.

Your stupidly gorgeous, funny, sweet, wonderful neighbor, Santiago Garcia.

Sadly, the issue this time is not him playing his music too loud in the middle of the night. No. Instead the issue is something that shouldn’t even be an issue.

Ugh. How did you even get here?

Right. 3A. Yeah, this was all that bitch’s fault. If she’d just kept what she’d seen to herself, you’d be sleeping like a baby right now. But no, she’d had to go and open her big, fat mouth.

Why should you careif Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours—

And you’re not his.

A weight settles on your chest at the thought and you sigh. You turn on your side, looking at the clock on your bedside table; the glaring, red numbers feel like they’re burning a hole into your retinas. 

Almost 3 a.m. Just like the night you first met.

The longer you think about it, the worse you feel—was he fucking her too? Are you just one in a long line of women he has at his beck and call? Did you even mean anything to him or were you just the most convenient? 

Stop it, you tell yourself, you have no right to be jealous. Enough.

You scoff after a moment, shaking your head at your own thoughts. Jealous? Please, you weren’t jealous. That’d be stupid, right? Completely and utterly ridiculous.

You will yourself to sleep, closing your eyes and trying every technique you know to try and clear your mind.

After ten minutes, you throw your covers off with a frustrated groan and sit up, legs hanging off the side of your bed.

If there’s any hope of you getting any sleep tonight, you have to talk to him.

You shuffle quickly through your living room, out the front door, and into the hall. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you knock on his door, the sound echoing loudly down the empty hall. For a moment, you pray that he doesn’t answer, that he’s already fast asleep but you’re realistic enough to know that’s probably not what’s going to happen. You hear the drag and click of the door being unlocked and you tense slightly as it slowly swings inward.

Santiago squints out into the hall, a soft smile spreading on his lips when he sees it’s you. 

“Evening, hermosa,” he rasps, running a hand over his face. “Or, I guess I should say morning.”

“I can’t sleep,” you blurt, wincing slightly as you briefly avert your gaze. “Can we talk?”

You watch as his face shifts, his brow furrowing, head cocked slightly to the left as the smile melts away. He nods, stepping back to give you enough room to come in.

Your eyes sweep the room as you step over the threshold, searching for someone you know isn’t there (not anymore, anyway). He wouldn’t have let you in if she was.

“Everything okay?” he asks, gently touching your shoulder.

You don’t answer him right away, unsure how to even broach this topic. Santi doesn’t owe you anything, not even an explanation, really. He’s never made you any promises, never said you were the only one he was messing around with…never said he loves you.

Something sharp lodges in your chest at the thought and you close your eyes, breathing slowly in an effort to quell the panic rising in your throat.

He says your name, his voice soft, and the sharpness in your chest turns to an ache, an ache you’ve become all too familiar with recently. You push the feeling away, trying to focus on why you’d come here. 

The other woman. Right.

With a steadying breath, you turn to him, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.

“I heard you had a visitor today,” you say nonchalantly, as if this is a completely normal conversation to be having in the middle of the night.

His brow furrows again, this time in confusion. “A visitor?”

You nod in response, your jaw tight. For a moment he just stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate, but then his eyes light in realization. 

“Are you talking about Ana?”

You avert your gaze to the floor, the sharpness in your chest returning. Then a warm, low chuckle reaches your ears, the sound making your insides melt. God, do you love his laugh.

He steps closer, his fingers brushing against the underside of your chin, trying to return your eyes to his; the gentleness of his touch makes your chest ache.

“She’s just a friend, hermosa,” he explains, his voice low and soft.

Unfortunately, his words do nothing to alleviate your concerns.

“‘Just a friend’ like me?” you ask, your voice breaking despite the control you’re fighting so hard to maintain over yourself.

His eyes soften and a piece of you crumbles inside. You watch as his jaw clenches, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, holding you in place so you can’t look away from him again.

“No,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly, “Not like you.”

He holds your gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It makes your heart skip, your lips parting slightly at the insinuation. You want to believe it, want to believe that this thing between you is more than just sex, more even than friendship. You want to believe it, so you do…if only for tonight.

He must see whatever he’s searching for in your eyes because suddenly he’s kissing you, his lips gentle but sure as he pours everything he is and feels into it, into you. It’s different from the other times somehow, more intense, more serious, as though he’s trying to prove something. You cling to him, fingers twisting in his shirt as he slips his tongue between your lips. He steps closer, his left hand sliding down your neck and torso to settle on your hip. You sigh at the press of his body against yours, warm and solid, familiar. 

Without breaking the kiss, Santi guides you backwards, slowly steering you both in the direction of his couch. You pause when the backs of your knees touch the soft, cool leather, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him again. You slide your hands down his chest, slipping them beneath the hem of his shirt to his warm, soft skin. The coolness of your fingers makes him jump a little in surprise and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. He smiles back, you can feel it as he kisses you, as he angles your head and licks into your mouth again, and it makes that now ever-present ache in your chest throb. 

When you finally part, it’s for air, your foreheads pressed together as you pant, trying to catch your breaths. He’s too far, you think. You want—no you need—to have him closer, need to feel his skin against yours, need his lips, his eyes, his hands, his everything. You need him. 

Your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt before slowly pushing it up his torso and then pulling it over his head. Santi’s eyes are glued to you, like he’s afraid to look away, afraid you’ll disappear if he does. You lean in, pressing a kiss against the hollow of his throat. Santi inhales shakily as you explore, slowly kissing a line down to his chest. He hisses when you flick your tongue over his nipples, his fingers clenching at your hip.

You wish you could live here, in this moment, this moment where there’s nothing else but you and him together. 

After a moment, he pulls you back, pulls your mouth back to his, humming contentedly when you reconnect, as if you’ve been parted for years instead of just a few seconds. Santiago’s hands slip beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and panties, the warm, rough pads of his fingers scratching delightfully against your skin. Slowly, he pushes them down, dragging the fabric over your ass and hips before letting them fall at your feet. Unimpeded by your clothing, he cups your backside, gently kneading your cheeks with his strong fingers as he pulls your body against his.

Slowly, you undress each other, hands lingering, reverently caressing every inch of skin revealed. Once you’re bared to each other, Santi lays you down against the cushions of his couch. The cool leather makes you shiver, goosebumps breaking out and spreading over your body. He watches you for a moment, his eyes somewhat unreadable in the darkness of the room. You can feel his gaze on you, as he drags it slowly down your body, as if committing every bit of you to memory. Before you can say anything, he leans in, reclaiming your mouth as he situates his body over yours. 

He’s so warm, the weight of him comforting, familiar, as he settles between your legs. You moan softly as his hard cock brushes against your core, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours. He groans, slowly grinding against you, each brush of him sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. It feels like you’re on fire, like you’re about to burn up from the inside out. You need him, need him to fill you, to consume you. He seems to sense your need, shifting so the head of his cock is pressed against your entrance.

He breaks your kiss as he sinks inside you, his swollen lips parting in a silent groan as your body welcomes him home. For a moment, he doesn’t move, content just to bask in the warmth of you. He finds your lips again, his kiss languid and deep, as if he can’t get enough of you, as if he wants to swallow you whole. When he finally starts to move, it’s slow, his thrusts shallow but no less pleasurable. He keeps kissing you, stealing your breath, his hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, stoking the fire inside you. The moment feels endless, a blur of hands and lips and breathy moans. 

There’s something different about this time, something different in the air, in the energy between you both. Perhaps it's the pace, your usual frantic neediness traded for something so unhurried, yet still so passionate. It feels unreal, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It feels like love, though, you know it isn’t. 

It’s easy to forget, though, consumed by him as you are. He’s everything, he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can feel, hear, smell, taste—

You shake as the tension twists in your gut, breathy moans escaping you with every push of his hips. He’s no better, jaw slack, eyes blown wide and dark, looking almost drunk as he so easily unravels you bit by bit. You’re so close, feeling as though you’ve been on the precipice for ages, ready to tumble over with the slightest nudge. He keeps you there, the steady push and pull of his hips drawing out your pleasure. Briefly you wonder if it’s possible to die from this, because you feel like you might. There are worse ways to go, you suppose.

Something in his eyes shifts as he moves over you, as if he’s made some important decision. He leans in, claiming your mouth once more, his kiss deep and filled with so much longing it takes your breath away. He finds your hands, splayed limply beside you on the couch, his fingers lacing with yours. He’s done it before, but somehow now it feels different, like it means more. You tell yourself you’re reading too much into it, into everything—he doesn’t feel the way you want him to, he doesn’t love you.

Your hands are still clasped when you come, his fingers gripping yours like a vice. He presses his forehead to yours as the euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave, the warmth of his breath gliding pleasantly over your skin. Then he kisses you, so gentle and sweet it makes your heart ache in your chest.

You know it’s not love, but maybe, just this once, it’s okay to pretend.

So you do.

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

matchmaking. ( beck oliver x reader )

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Your friendship with Tori stood the test of time despite her moving schools to Hollywood Arts. It was through Tori that you were introduced to Beck Oliver after you had come over to her house while the two were rehearsing lines. Tori knew from your expression which was calm and collected on the outside, you were immediately enamored with Beck who joked about your school taking Tori back.

You laughed lightly. "All deals are final."

Beck chuckled, glancing at your hands, quickly letting go when he realized he hadn't stopped shaking your hand. He ran his fingers through his hair, sending you a smile that made your cheeks burn.

"Hello? You came to see me? Best friend?"

You turned to Tori who held her hand up and you returned the sweater you had borrowed. "Thank you."

"It's fine." She smiled. "So how did the interview go?"

"I start Monday." You told her, glancing at Beck. "Well, I should let you two get back to rehearsing."

"You could stay?" Tori offered.

You shook your head, backing away to the door, almost tripping over the sofa, laughing it off. "No, you two be creative. I'm gonna go - somewhere. Not here." You sent Beck a smile, "It was nice meeting you. I finally have a face to put to the name."

Beck stared as you left, "Uh, you too!" He called out but it was too late the door was closed and when he looked at Tori the brunette was smiling. "What?"

"You think she's cute." Tori mimicked his awkward goodbye, and Beck took a seat on the sofa dismissing her claims. "Oh, come on." She mimicked the way you both stared at each other while shaking hands and Beck laughed off her assumptions.

"I just met her."

"So, you can still think she's cute which you totally do." She grinned.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" Beck asked, picking up his script in an attempt not to sound too interested.

"They broke up yesterday." Tori joined him on the sofa. "She called last night to tell me about it."

Beck looked at the brunette who was excited at the possibility of two of her friends dating. "Don't you think it's a little soon to be asking her out on a date?"

Unable to argue with this logic, Tori relented and the two continued with their rehearsal for a few more hours. However, Tori's hopes that you and Beck would start dating never ended. Now and then you realized she was dropping hints about Beck and while you were interested you tried to appear as if you weren't too interested.

"He goes to a fancy school. I doubt he wants me hanging around. He seems really cool." You commented as you studied together one evening.

"He is really cool. And he says you are too." You looked at the brunette who sighed, "Too much?"

You nodded, smiling softly. "I appreciate it, really. I just don't want to jump into something right now."

While Tori never mentioned the subject to you again, you noticed that Beck just happened to stop by when you were at her house or she invited you to spend time with her friends from Hollywood Arts and you always ended up sitting next to Beck who you quickly realized was cool, but thoughtful and caring. And you knew Tori was seeing cupids flying around you both as you spoke, forgetting about the others. You could make Beck laugh like Tori had never seen and he could make you smile wider than she ever thought possible.

Tori knew that you would never make the first move. So she had to convince Beck to do it.

Beck was in his trailer when she entered and he turned when she closed the door, chewing his apple. "Come on in."

"Thank you." She replied with equal sarcasm. "I need to talk to you."

Beck, sensing the atmosphere changing, approached her, listening intently.

"It's about Y/N."

Beck went to walk away but Tori stopped him. "I know you like her." She began. "And I know she likes you too. She's just afraid of making the first move."

"You want me to ask her out?"

"Do you like her?" Tori asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Beck had shrugged this question off many times and replied with, "Yeah, she's pretty cool." But this time he sighed, and nodded. "Fine, alright, yes." Tori grinned. "I like her. But I'm not asking her out."

"What? Why not?"

"She said she doesn't know if she's ready to start dating yet." He explained.

"Because she wants to know if you feel the same way!" Tori exclaimed. She took out her cell phone and selected your contact, holding the phone out for Beck to see. "Now or never."

Beck thought for a moment before taking her phone and Tori grinned when he dialled your number. His eyes glanced around as he waited for you to answer, his nervousness showing until you picked up.

"Tori?"

"Hi, no it's Beck." He replied.

"Oh, hi!" You smiled.

"I have two tickets for a movie that's probably gonna be terrible. Do you want to go with me?"

You bit your lower lip, pausing for a moment as you understood that this was the moment you had waited for. "Yeah, sure. I love bad movies."

Beck grinned, and Tori held his arm as she jumped up and down. "Great! I'll pick you up on Friday at seven."

"See you then." You smiled as you hung up and Beck turned to Tori, chuckling when she squealed.

He held out her cell phone, and she took it. "Now, will you stop playing matchmaker?"

She nodded. "This is amazing!" She hugged him and he chuckled as he let her jump around, shaking his head.

He would later thank her for her interference after your date ended successfully and your presence in their group became more common, standing side by side with Beck who had never looked happier. And Tori knew from the way you looked at your boyfriend, you had never felt as happy as you did with him.

[utilitycaster]

Wizard Breakdown Tracker: Echoes of the Solstice

You know it, you love it, it may return on an as-needed basis for Campaign 3 now that Allura has entered the narrative and we know the fate of Caleb, but no promises: it's the Wizard Breakdown Tracker! As a reminder, I now include PCs because I make the rules; wizard NPCs are included on the very scientific basis of "do I have something I think is kind of funny or meaningful to say" so as always, if I left someone off, it was on purpose specifically to annoy you.

Astrid Becke: well her boss is missing, Caleb has expressed concerns in private to Beau about all of the Assembly, apparently the king is bedridden and has been for some time, and I suspect news of unsealed things being unsealed gets to her quickly; even if she isn't aware of the events in Blumenthal yet, she's about to be. Also, it's the apogee solstice. 8/10; ever the opportunist, it is a good time for her to try to become head of the Assembly, but also shit's gone real sideways.

Eadwulf Grieve: lost his title of hottest mage (men's division) to one Fjord Stone during the last Nicodranas County Fair and has been sulking ever since but more importantly the temple of the Raven Queen is doing Not Great Bob as of like an hour ago so a rare Eadwulf stress moment. 7/10.

Planerider Ryn: just lost her arm...but is unaware of it, so that's probably helping. technically cannot be calculated because she is a rock but spiritually like an 8/10 and that's only because she is remarkably unflappable; she just witnessed the Malleus Key and that should drive anyone up to a 10.

Allura Vysoren: has absolutely sensed a disturbance in the force weave and I'm sure Kima's feeling some bad vibes from Bahamut right now, but rather like Ryn she actually has some degree of sangfroid, a concept unheard of in the entire continent of Wildemount. 6/10.

Yussa Errenis: have you ever dealt with like, an ER Nurse, and unless something is actually exploding or someone is actually bleeding out they're like "yeah it be like that sometimes"? After you've been sucked into the Cognouza Hivemind while trying to do your silly little arcane investigations nothing short of the Calamity will ruffle you. He's an elf; he knows this solstice is wonky but also he knows this is Someone Else's Problem. Also Jester's left him alone for a whole 24 hours? Incredible. 2/10 and that's really just because he's still a little cranky about the disappearance of his blast scepter. As always: never change, king.

Prism Grimpoppy: by my calculations she's discovering that she's actually fucking incredible in combat right now. 0/10, she's doing GREAT.

Pumat Sol and sure, fuck it, Oremid Hass: I suspect the Zadash Wizard Contingent is dealing with some wild unsealed shit from the time of the Julous Dominion and they can't get in touch with anyone in the capital, but it's probably manageable. 4/10. On edge but not too bad.

Ludinus Da'leth: oh did your little plan to unleash the god-eater go a touch sideways? were you unprepared for the possibility of fucking all of magic? did you think it was going to be easy? did level 9 "Fuck Up Airship" and level 8 "Shield Against Werewolf" fail to save your bitch ass? As we've seen, he'll scramble and recover, unfortunately, but it's a well-deserved 9/10 right now. I love to see a plan fall apart.

Trent Ikithon: OH this motherfucker has LOST IT in prison. Like...he was able to put together a pretty elaborate situation, to be clear, but also he's gone bugfuck nuts and does not really improve. I think he's already broken down from the start having clearly been planning this exact scenario from the moment of his imprisonment honestly given that he appears to be going off of the frissons he picked up from Caleb and Essek shortly before he was captured, but regardless: he definitely ends it at a 10/10. Stuck in an egg for eternity, if he's even still a separate entity from Omentis. A well-deserved fate if ever there was one. Get fucked lol.

Veth Brenatto: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha 10/10 you know she watched Luc leap through the teleportation circle as it closed and has been shrieking loud enough to be heard at the Chateau.

Luc Brenatto: the arrogance and naivete of youth insulate him initially, but Aggy's demise probably spikes it to a solid 6 minimum and it's definitely 9 during the battle. It goes back down pretty quickly though; see Caleb's entry.

Caleb Widogast: he keeps it together pretty well, honestly! Still I have to imagine he's kind of at a 7 or so this entire time with occasional spikes to 9 (NEIN) throughout, and I wouldn't fault him for finishing up the Blumenthal Brunch and then quietly locking himself in a soundproof tower room to scream, cry, and throw up for a while. Indeed, I would encourage it; Caleb should go have a good cry and hug a magic cat for a couple hours until he feels better, and then come back down to find that everyone except the clerics but DEFINITELY including Luc has implemented Spontaneous Apogee Solstice Oktoberfest to celebrate the demise of Trent, the engagement of Fjord and Jester, and the general experience of being alive, and is varying degrees of extremely wasted. This will of course bring him back up to like 7 as he realizes he has to return a hungover teenager to Veth and then goes down to a 4 or so when he realizes the clerics can fix that and Veth will probably be so glad that Luc is alive she'll ignore the rest of it.

Essek Thelyss: Our international drow of mystery looms large in the narrative, but does not make an appearance, which makes this premise extremely funny. I assume he's feeling kind of rough given that the Dynasty wizards are well-attuned to leylines and I would imagine he picks up that Sending isn't working and was broadly aware Caleb was going into danger, so he's certainly stressed, but Trent doesn't actually seem to know Where in Exandria is Essek Thelyss and is merely threatening blackmail. Honestly while we're at it, we don't know where Essek is because I wouldn't put it past Mr. Geometer Owner to have been at a solstice nexus and to have possibly experienced his own Solstice Shunting. In fact I assume Essek is blissfully unaware of these specific goings on re: Trent and is just experiencing The Anxiety for all of the previous reasons. (1d6+3)/10.

Known Gem Wizard Hotsauce Lutefisk: Hmmm. Things becoming unsealed, you say? The uninvited guest list (The Real Gelidon, Isharnai) for The TusktoothStone-Lavorre wedding may have gained an extra entry.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I NEED MORE BURNED CHEESE CONTENT, could you please feed this poor hungry soul some burning cheese kids? Imagine the SUPER protective burn during Golden's pregnancy, or, or helping her with the children's dough (and already planning the next children)

The kids will be here soon, I promise :( they're at school right now, Spice and Golden have to go pick them up. It won't be too long. (I have something important to do irl and that takes priority. I'm hoping I have time at the end of this week to sit down and try to draw them. Everything else is ready, their characters sheets are done, got their whole lives on lock lol. All that's missing is to put them on paper. I only have about half a gram of artistic talent so I'll really be pushing myself here... but I want you all to see them really badly, so I'm happy to do it haha)

I don't have to imagine anything, I'm already there with you, buddy :') I hc them as already married by the time the kids come along, and yeah... Spice is SUPER overprotective lol. Very, very gentle and doting, but fiercely protective and downright hostile towards literally everyone else as a consequence of that protectiveness. He won't leave her side unless absolutely necessary, and he'll be snapping at whoever forced him to leave her and then rushing back to her as soon as he can. (She feels kind of claustrophobic at times, because he literally becomes her shadow during those 9 months lol.) But really, he's at her beck and call from beginning to end. She's craving something? He gets it for her. She's sore? Hugs and massages and nice baths. She's tired? He carries her to bed and doesn't allow anyone to bother her for any reason for the whole rest of the day. She can't sleep? He's up with her all night, talking to her and soothing her and doing whatever he can to lull her back to sleep because she needs all the rest she can get. He's Peak Husband during this time lol.

(He's just... beyond happy. I also hc this as being after Spice has redeemed himself and been accepted back into society, but still not having 100% let go of his dark past (which he never truly will, you can never fully forget something like that, unfortunately). So really, he takes this as one of the greatest rewards for his change of heart that he's ever gotten, and as a sign that he really has become better. The day Golden came to him and told him she was pregnant was the best day of his whole, entire life. He fell to his knees and cried when she told him. Not only has he managed to forsake his destructive nature and instead create something, but he's engaged in the most profound act of creation there is: he helped create a life. And he created this precious life with the woman he loves, who helped kickstart his journey to redemption in the first place. It just shows how far he's come, you know? From a cruel tyrant to a beloved king to two peoples... from a bloodthirsty psychopath destined to live and die alone to a much more even-tempered man who has atoned for his sins and learned to be a good friend and person again, as well as became a beloved husband and father... still a force for destruction, but now in a positive way, not a negative one. It's been a very long road, but it really feels like he reached the end, and this victory is sweeter than any he's had before.)

...And same thing if they're cookies, honestly lol. Peak Husband. Burning Sweetheart Cookie here, jumping for joy when Golden tells him she wants a child. He goes hunting for a Witch Oven of his own accord, going to quite literally every corner of the earth until he finds one, then they go to it and he's just like a kid on Christmas Day lol. They're making the batter together and he's just grinning that big, pointy grin he's got, beaming like the sun. How much of his dough should they mix in? How much of hers? What will happen, what sort of child will they create? Golden thinks he's so cute lol. He won't even sit still while the kid is baking in the oven; if he's not pacing back and forth in anticipation, he's picking Golden up and swinging her around and smothering her with kisses, and going on and on and on about how great the kid will be and how they'll be a fine warrior just like him and Golden. He's yanking the oven door open as soon as that timer goes off and they both hear crying... she has to tell him to slow down so they can both take the baby out together (he was so excited that he was just going to do it by himself lol)

TL;DR: The woobification of Burning Spice Cookie on this blog is complete, he is now Burning Sweetheart Cookie, reformed villain who loves his bird wife and their babies with all of his spicy heart

And to feed you a bit of extra content (and to keep everyone on the edge of their seats), I shall feed you a bit of information about the kiddies:

There are two of them, a son and a daughter. The son is the older one by a few years

I did research and took inspiration from both Egyptian and Hindu mythology for their design and some of their personality traits (I will explain this in detail soon. I actually really enjoyed learning about these religions, even if for a ridiculous reason, and I look forward to rambling about all the little bits and pieces of myths I cobbled together to make these two lol)

Each one resembles a parent quite a bit (but I will not specify which child looks like which parent yet)

One of them has wings like Golden Cheese does

Something really bad happens to the son in the future

Here are their soulstone descriptions, because yes, I really did go above and beyond creating these little guys lol

"This stone holds a piece of [REDACTED]'s soul. It feels warm and light, like a rare, refreshing breeze on a desert morning... But is that a single grain of self-doubt, nestled deep within its core?"

"This stone holds a piece of [REDACTED]'s soul. Though it burns very hot and bright, and feels difficult to handle at first, the kindness and unyielding strength resonating from within are nevertheless unmistakable."

[birdsong-goeson]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2.3k words, part 2)

Summary: Valeria despairs when you don't answer her calls and immediately returns to her residence, only to find you gone. In the meantime, Graves presses you for information, and Alejandro starts to understand why Valeria hides you so well.

TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Valeria and very toxic Alejandro (OOC but I think it adds juicy drama, sorry for ruining him!). Mentions of death and violence. apologies for the imperfect Spanish, I've been using Google Translate! I titled this as 'Valeria's girlfriend' but I ended up writing them as kind of unofficially married. Link to part 1 Link to part 3 Link to A03

Valeria knew something was wrong when you didn't pick up the phone. In all your years together, she never had to call for you more than once, you were always at her beck and call. Her face turned to stone as the call went to voicemail, it felt like her heart stopped and then started again with fire and poison. In hindsight, she should have worried about your safety first, but unfortunately, her insecurities got the best of her. Anger seethed within her as she thought of all the ways you had betrayed her the moment she left you alone. Infidel! Her right-hand man Rafael was looking at you closely when she left, no? How could she be so blind as to trust you? Of course, you were jumping around with her men behind her back - you seemed all innocent and pure, but sure enough the viper within revealed itself and finally slithered out of her tight grasp. Immediately, she called Rafael to check up on the house, and when he also didn't pick up the phone, she cut her trip short and packed her bags. El Sin Nombre doesn't need to explain why she's leaving early! She commanded her business partners to figure it out amongst themselves as she went to her chopper and rushed home. Her hands shook as she navigated the helicopter, her mind unable to stop thinking of all the ways you were intertwined with Rafael on your marriage bed; desecrating your marriage vows. Of course this would happen. Why would fate let Valeria get away with the betrayal she'd inflicted on Alejandro? It was only right that her karmic debt would catch up with her.

It was as she was lowering her helicopter on the freshly cut grass of your home that she began to realise her devastating mistake. Doors were left open with the curtains billowing with the wind, broken glass from shattered windows littered the entryway and, worst of all, dried trails of blood lead a path from the house to the bushes. Her heart caught at her throat as her eyes roamed frantically from one catastrophic sign to the other. Guilt coiled around her stomach and she cursed her darkness for having doubted your loyalty when really, you were fighting for your life. "Mi esposa," Valeria whispered as rushed out of her helicopter, the blades still cutting the air as she ran indoors, not even bothering to be cautious of any enemies that could still be lurking within the shadows. She knew there were bodies dumped behind the green bushes that you so tenderly cared for, but she couldn't make herself check for you there. Part of her hoped you were smart and had the time to hide somewhere good, but she knew you were as helpless as a child when it came to things like this. You, who were so kind and good, left to fend for yourself. How could she possibly think you'd remain unharmed within this field of work? Valeria selfishly forced a divine light like you to live in the shadows with her, of course you'd get snuffed out eventually. If not by Valeria's own hand, her selfishness and greed, her need to possess and own you at all times, then by the selfish and greedy hands of others. All these thoughts rushed through her as she ran from one hallway to another, rushing to your part of the mansion. Memories of violence clung to your home like spiderwebs, she could see the struggle that ensued in the doors left open when you'd normally keep them closed. In the flower vase that you lovingly refilled every week that now lay on the floor shattered, shattered like her heart. The flowers lay on the floor, dying.

"Mi corazon...," she whimpered and came to a stop right before your bedroom door, one hand clutching her chest as she stood there, too afraid to step in and face your fate. She could only hear the wind catching on your curtains and the light humming of your electric blanket. She could already picture the catastrophe. You were in bed, lathering your lotions on, probably adjusting your night light because you were too afraid to sleep in the dark without Valeria next to you. You were all snuggled for bed, probably waiting for her call on the phone, when somebody came for you. "God, give me courage," she said as she stepped inside and lifted her eyes.

It was as if you evaporated into thin air. She saw the marks your body left on the bed where you lay on it and your phone was still there. Valeria's eyes scanned every inch of the space, no blood or other fluids were on any of the surfaces. You were either taken, or whatever happened to you happened elsewhere. All your belongings were still there. She didn't want to have false hope, so she willed herself to look at the bodies left by the bushes. She charged through the rest of the houses, taking note of all the mess. Her chopper was still on as she crossed the garden you tended to, the sweet smell of roses faintly covering the stench of blood lifting from the pile of bodies. Rafael was there, along with the rest of her men who manned the house in her absence. Treacherous relief washed through her because you were not there. This was the most devastating attack that Valeria had ever experienced in all her years and she could not think of anyone that hated her enough to do this. A rival cartel? Unlikely. They were violent criminals, sure, but they still kept a code of conduct amongst themselves. El Sin Nombre was the biggest competitor out there, no one was so stupid as to do this.

Valeria went to the security room and saw the CCTV footage. Her heart stopped when she saw an all-too-familiar figure invading her home. The tall, dark man cut through her men and made his way directly to where her wife lay. It's like he knew exactly where she was. "Alejandro?" Valeria's heart dropped as she watched Alejandro prepare to break the door and attack her wife, who was shrouded in a naive innocence where she could never comprehend the attack she was about to experience.

Angry tears threatened to spill from her glassy eyes as she saw Alejandro's hand grab you by the throat and drag you out of your marital bed. The same bed that you made love in every night, now permanently defiled with the way he violently dragged you out of it. Bruises from his fingers would have definitely formed on your soft skin by now, if you were still alive. Valeria watched on as Alejandro handcuffed her wife and pushed her through the hallways, saying something to her ear whilst parading her through the home she was supposed to be safe in. It was no coincidence that Alejandro stared directly at one of the cameras as he pushed her wife forward, looking directly at Valeria's eyes. This was no incidental operation; this was deliberate and malicious. More so, it was fucking personal. Yes, this was where Valeria ran her operation, but it was also the home you and her nested in so lovingly. And now it was trampled all over by men in uniforms, just like those fallen flowers. She forced herself to watch on as you were put in a helicopter and disappeared in the night sky.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I hope you're ready to talk now, sweetheart." After a few hours of silence, the door to the container you were kept in opened, bringing in some rays of sunlight before shutting again. The American, whom you now knew was called Commander Graves, entered along with Alejandro. It had been many hours since your abduction, you had no way of telling how long exactly. But you were tired and restless, and cold. You thought they might move you to a cell at least, but they made no effort to transfer you out of the metal container. Too afraid to say anything when not spoken to, you sat still and waited. You wondered if Valeria had noticed your absence yet but even if she did, how could she find you? "I'm not sure what to tell you, sir." You remained polite hoping that courtesy would make up for your lack of talking. "Don't be like that, there's plenty to tell. How about we start with this little business trip of hers?" Graves circled around you, placing his hand on your shoulder before finally coming to a stop. " What'du hear about it?" Graves had many years of experience underneath his belt when it came to interrogation, especially the violent ones. And so did the 141. That was made very clear from the beginning. If this was any ordinary member of the cartel, they'd have buried them by now. But spouses were different; you hurt them and there'll be hell to pay. Even worse, there'll be no chance of making a deal with Valeria. "Like I said, I just know she went away for it, sir, that's all."

"Hm," he said and dropped his hand. He moved to stand right in front of you. "Well, you must know something. You know she's El Sin Nombre. You know she runs the biggest drug cartel in Latin America. You know she runs an international operation, you know she has friends in many places. What am I missing here?"

You looked up at him. "That's basically it, sir. It's a drug operation. But I don't know where it comes from, who her manufacturers are, or how she sells it. She doesn't deal with small details." Graves was starting to lose his patience, and not with her but with Alejandro. He couldn't understand why he insisted on extracting a housewife instead of the real deal. Here he was trying to gather intel on those Russian missiles with a trophy wife who hasn't had a day out of the kitchen, let alone discussions with the biggest terrorist organisation in the world. It was time to cut loose and make the call. "Hermano, take over for me will ya? I'll be right back." Graves walked away, wondering what General Sherperd will think of this whole situation.

You were alone with Alejandro now, who paced up and down the compound like a restless animal. You wondered to yourself how similar he was to Valeria, she had the exact same habit when she was stressed. They were very similar in temperament; too similar. Aggressive, hard-headed and dominant. Part of you gloated at the whole situation. Here was a Colonel of the Mexican Army, a well-decorated military man, wasting his time with you, someone quite irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, all because of- "Your wife," he said, disrupting your thoughts and you suddenly realised you were staring at him. "Is that correct?" He nodded at your ring finger. "Yes, sir," you replied timidly. He was exactly like Valeria, and it worked in your favour. You've spent so many years living with your partner that it was almost too easy to deal with people like her. People who could fill up a room with their presence; intimidating, powerful people who could hurt you badly. The sort of people who made the world go round. People, in other words, who could be domesticated.

Because violence and intimidation aren't the only ways to get what you want. Alejandro scoffed, "you've come a long way from that food stand, huh?" He looked at you with a faraway look in his eye, his mind having entered that shrouded area of the psyche where apparitions of the past hover, always eager to glide into the present in the form of memories. Your heart softened both at the memory he was referencing and because, at that moment, he seemed so pitifully sad, having lost himself in reminiscence.

Many years ago, you helped your Abuela run her restaurant in Las Almas, which stood very close to where the Mexican Army had its headquarters. Your Abuela was a genius in strategy and profited a lot from the laziness of soldiers who couldn't be bothered to cook for themselves but who also didn't want to eat whatever the Army served. And that's how you met Valeria, who was regularly sent by her teammates to fetch a group order. Valeria picked up the food because it was expected of her, an unfortunate burden of being one of the youngest women in her squad. But over time, she did it because it meant she got to see you. To everyone's surprise, when Valeria ran away to work for the cartel, that quiet girl in the small restaurant vanished too. "Alejandro." His eyes snapped back into yours. "Lo siento mucho. I really didn't know about you and Valeria. I am not that kind of person." You knew exactly what this was all about. Sure, they wanted to get El Sin Nombre and Valeria *was* the head of the biggest drug operation in the world. And she *has* made Las Almas dance to the rhythm of her tune for the past decade. But this was all just a big temper tantrum. And if you played your cards right, you could leave unscathed. You continued, "Whatever happens, I just wanted you to know that. I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone."

Something changed in his eyes. You could already picture what was about to happen. After your sincere self-flogging will come his pity, then the remorse. He might chuck you in a cell to show that he's treating you like the criminal collaborator that they all think you are, but soon enough he'll arrive bearing the fruits of forgiveness. Just like Valeria, you told yourself. Like moths to a flame. "Hm," he mumbled to himself, his eyes roaming all over you. "I get it now." He cocked his head to the side, "eres una cosa encantadora." At that moment, you felt a change in the air, something dark hovered between you two. It made you shiver.

"Tell me, Y/N. Have you ever been with a man?"

Hope you enjoy this part! Promised tags: @justmare @sleepiemain @caffeineliker @lesvii @silas-222 I'll bring Valeria and her partner together in part 3! I've also thought of a cute backstory for them that I want to get into :) also sorry for ruining Alejandro, i made him so toxic in this fic 😭

[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 27

Word Count: 3.6K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

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Hiding had been in vain. And the worst part was that Henry should have known it would be. They had stayed still for far too long, and it was only a matter of time before they got to them. The only way he would ever be able to stay in the dark from the hunters and his family was by being six feet under. 

“What do you want, Rebecca?” His gun was aimed directly at the hunter, and the safety switched off. “Why are you here?”  

“Well, I'm here for you, of course,” she smiled deviously. There was no fear in her eyes or any tremble in her voice. She had the upper hand, and she knew it. Rebecca had all the power, the hunters at her beck and call, his future in her hands; all she had to do was find him. And she did. “You were a hard one to find, Henry Argent. But you screwed up. I guess congratulations are in order.”  

His breath hitched in his throat at her words as he remembered. The crib. He had felt safe, and he should have known safety was nothing but a façade when it came to the Argents. He would never be out of the hunters’ claws as long as his father was alive.  

“You picked a beautiful one, by the way,” she continued, using his regret as the tactic to get in his head. “And by that mobile, I think it’s safe to assume you’re having a girl, right?”   

“I’m not gonna play your games, Rebecca,” he scoffed. “Tell me what you want.”  

The woman let out a soft chuckle as she started to walk around while she spoke. “I was really mad when you left us high and dry up in Fort Kent. You have no idea how many hours and manpower it took to make a credible case,” she groaned. “It was all going perfectly until you decided to switch things up at the last second. I knew we shouldn't have left you in your own car, but I also didn't count on there being an extra SUV at the house.” 

The laugh she let out echoed through the expanse of the woods, filling Henry's ears with the haunting sound. “There wasn't much I could do at that point, and I told your father that the night we got there—not that there is ever space to reason with the man,” Rebecca continued, knowing she had all the time in the world to tell her story. Henry knew what she could do, and he wasn't going to do something to pull out the darkness in her. “Still, he told me to move forward with the plan, and that turned to shit. The minute you disappeared I had to leave the group. See, I got the idea to make it seem like both of us had escaped; try and paint the picture that we wanted to leave the hunter life behind and be together—the kind of sob story that everyone just eats up. I was definitely not planning on you finding your high school girlfriend and getting her pregnant. You sure do work fast.”  

“How do you know it's her?”  

“I've been watching you, Henry. I didn't just happen to find you last month buying the crib and just decided to pop in,” she grinned. “I've been watching you and your bitch all this time. You two are cute, I'll admit that—a beautiful couple, really. It's a real shame I must break up this picturesque family.”  

“What do you actually want, Rebecca?” Henry growled. “Why are you here?”  

“I'm here to make you an offer.” 

“And what's stopping me from gunning you down right now, taking Raina and my baby, and disappearing?”  

“Well, nothing really,” the woman shrugged. “But if I don't send word in an hour that I am okay, my team, your father, your brother, and they'll send all of them directly to you. My team is still here in Maine, just a couple of miles away. You won't be able to do anything about it.”  

“You could be lying.” 

“Want to call my bluff?” she laughed. “Go ahead, Henry. But you and I both know what I am capable of. Kill me and you and your little family go down with me.” 

He knew she was not joking. Rebecca was nothing if not determined, and he wasn't about to test just how far she would go. “Fine,” he grunted. “What do you want, then?”  

“Well, I think this is a conversation we need to have with your little girlfriend,” the woman said. “Or should I say your bride-to-be?”  

After searching any place Rebecca could have hidden weapons, Henry zip tied her hands and led her at gunpoint toward the cabin. Heads turned as they walked toward the house, uncertainty spreading like sickness. Silence befell the area as the pair of hunters walked between them. The man knew they were questioning ever trusting him. Yet, they weren’t the ones he was worried about.  

The Argent man knew Raina would be the first to question him, then would come Marcos. Everything he had done to gain their trust and bring them peace. The moment they saw him with Rebecca they would question ever believing in him. There would be no second chance. He would be deemed a traitor and everything would be over.  

“Who is this, Henry?” Raina was the first to speak as Henry pushed Rebecca into the office with the tip of his rifle. “Why is she tied up?”  

“This is Rebecca. The hunter I told you about.”  

Marcos sprung to his feet and stood protectively in front of Raina, his eyes flashing a bright yellow as he bared his fangs menacingly. “You okay, H?” the man questioned, his gaze trained solely on Rebecca. He mentioned toward Henry to move behind him, taking the rifle as the hunter took Raina in his arms. “What's she doing here?”  

“For the last few weeks, she's been watching us—Raina and I, specifically,” he answered, surprised at Marcos’ reaction. Henry would have bet everything on the man turning on him, angry his first suspicions of the hunter were true. Instead, he was worried for him, wanting to protect him from anything that wanted to cause him harm. “She's here to take me back to my father.”  

“Like hell she is! You're part of our pack now,” Marcos exclaimed. “She came alone. I say we get rid of her and jump ship after.”  

“Then we'd be no better than they are,” Raina spat. “But he's not leaving with you. I say knock her out, leave her in the woods, and go. Hunters like her never travel alone.”  

“Only problem with your plan is my team will be here in the next,” Rebecca squinted to read the time on the clock across from her, “seven minutes if I don't call and say that I am okay. I suggest you untie me so I can make that quick call, and you can hear my plan. If you don't, you can risk getting caught by my team. And you could run, of course. Go ahead. It just so happens that, in the morning, I have messengers set to hand your picture to every hunter I know, unless I tell them the plan is off.   “You can leave me in the woods, even kill me—I'd respect you for it, honestly. But you'll be followed by every hunting family in the world—there won't be a single place you'll be able to hide.”  

Henry's hold on Raina got tighter, knowing those would be some of the last moments he would share with her. He had yet to hear Rebecca's plan, but there was a very high possibility his child would grow up without him. But if it meant Raina and the baby were safe, he would dig his own grave. “Cut the tie, Marcos,” he instructed. “And keep the gun on her.” 

Rebecca smiled sickly as the wolf sliced the plastic ties from her wrists, muttering a sarcastic thanks. “Next time take me out to dinner before you tie me up, Henry,” she joked as she rubbed her skin. “I didn't know you liked to play dirty.”  

“Enough games, Rebecca,” Henry said, exasperated. “Just make your fucking call.”  

“Pushy,” she smirked. “I see how you like things, Raina.”  

She placed her phone to her ear before the other woman could answer. It took two rings for the person on the other line to pick up. The exchange was short and cold. Rebecca confirmed she was okay with whoever was on the other end of the phone, and to expect her before or at eight in the morning of the next day. With a quiet "10-4,” she cemented everyone's future. But they could have never guessed just how much Rebecca would derail it.  

“Now that that's settled, we can finally talk,” she smiled as she took a seat in front of the desk Raina and Henry were standing behind. “And I think you can lower the gun, Marcos. We're all friends here.” 

“Do you not get tired of being such a bitch?” Henry spat. “Just get on with what you have to say already.” 

“So feisty this one,” Rebecca chuckled. “But I guess I have been just dragging things out. Maybe you guys should sit down, this...”  

“Rebecca,” Henry warned.  

“Fine, jeez,” she sighed. “Well, it's no secret that your dad was very angry when you disappeared on us up in Fort Kent. It's also no secret that the pack we were tracking was Raina's—Gerard knew you would never really focus on your work if she was still around. He paid some good money to make sure we had reason to get rid of them.”  

“I fucking knew it!” Marcos interjected. “You people are the worst kind there is.”  

“Well, don't forget you have one of my people in your midst,” the woman smirked. "But that's beside the point. Now that I've found you, Henry, you know I can't leave here without you. After we leave, Raina, you will take your pack and move somewhere Henry will never find you. You won't reach out to him, you won't leave any clues for him, and you will most definitely never see him again.”  

Those terms were what he expected. There was no chance that he would ever be able to hold a relationship with Raina while his father was around. But he never expected the words that came out of Rebecca's mouth after. Not because there were more rules to live by, but because they affected someone that wasn't even born yet. “Obviously when those parameters were set by Gerard, we were missing some very important information,” she said. “Raina, you must know there can't just be an Argent child somewhere in the world that is not under our watch.”  

“You better not be saying what I think you are, Rebecca.”  

“I thought you'd be grateful, Henry,” the woman smiled. “Your kid will be growing up with you.” 

“You're not taking my baby!” Raina yelled. She lost strength in her legs, holding onto Henry for dear life. “Over my dead fucking body!”  

“Don't tempt me. The only reason any of you are still alive is because Gerard wants to get Henry home. If it had been up to me, this whole place would have been burnt to the ground.” The quip to Raina's past was not lost on anyone. She wore a sick smile on her face that only grew as the seconds passed. The only thing she cared about was getting what she wanted. “So, now that that's settled, I think you should start packing, Henry. The second that baby is out, so are we.”  

"You can't do that! You can't take my baby!”  

“The baby is a Shetty, too. They should stay with their mother.”  

“I don't think you're hearing me. This is not up for discussion. That baby is an Argent, and it belongs with the Argents,” Rebecca stated. “Think about it, Raina. You're gonna live in hiding—on the run. What kind of life is that for that kid? The baby will have their father. That should bring you a little peace.”  

“Don't do this, Rebecca,” Henry pleaded. “I'll come back right now if that's what Gerard wants, but don't take the baby. Leave the kid with Raina.”  

“These are non-negotiables, and you know that,” she shrugged. “That baby will have a great life. They will want for nothing. They will live like royalty.”  

“And they will grow learning to hate part of who they are.”  

Rebecca groaned loudly, getting tired of what seemed to be a drawn-out conversation. In her head, she knew they would have to do what she said if they valued their lives. And she wasn't lying when she said the baby would have a good life. That was the only thing she was certain of. “Look, we could stay here and talk all night if that's what you decided but we all know how things are gonna end,” she sighed. “Henry and his baby will be leaving with me, and you and your pack will disappear off the face of the earth. Now, where will I be sleeping?”   

Marcos led the hunter out of the office with a scowl on his face, knowing at least Henry and Raina would be alone and out of harm's way. Nothing about that afternoon had gone like anyone had thought the day would play out. They had all fallen into a rhythm that worked for the entire pack, and in just an hour, Rebecca had thrown everything off-beat.  

“This can’t be happening,” Raina cried as Henry hugged her tightly. “She can’t do this.” 

“I don’t know what else we could do. As much as I want to stay with you, I couldn’t bear putting you in danger,” he said. “We could run, but…” 

“We’d be running forever, I know,” she sighed. “Everything was perfect, Henry. We had everything. How could we lose it all now?”  

“I don’t know, Rai,” he sighed. “I wish I knew how to fix all of this. I wish…” 

“Don’t put this on yourself. None of this is your fault, darling.” 

“I wasn’t careful, Raina. I let my guard down,” Henry admitted, shame dripping from every word he spoke. “Believing we were safe here was my first mistake. I should have moved you and the pack when we had the chance. Now... I'm gonna lose you again, and I just found you.” 

Raina looked up at the man she loved, tears brimming in both their eyes. She cradled his cheeks as she pulled him down to her face, placing soft kisses on his trembling lips. It was a moment to savor, a moment to sketch deep in their brains as one of the last between them. “If there is anything I want to believe right now, it is that the universe will bring us back together one day,” she whispered as she rested her forehead against his. “I just need you to promise you will do everything in your power to protect our little girl.”  

“Raina...”  

“No, listen to me, Henry,” she sniffled. “I know the best chance this baby has to survive is if you raise her like I would have. I need you to promise me you will love her, that you will keep her away from your father, and most of all, that she doesn't grow up like you did.”  

Henry's lips extended into a shaky smile. “Our daughter will never know the hate I was raised with. She will grow to be kind and understanding, and she will only know love from me. She will be just like you without knowing it. She will be happy.”  

“Good,” Raina nodded softly as she blinked away her tears. “That's all I can ask for.”  

He walked behind her then, wrapping his arms around her stomach as they swayed to a silent song. The sky outside was riddled with stars, and a gentle, cool breeze blew through the open window. They whispered, “I love you” to one another, repeating it over and over until it was etched like a saving prayer in their head. It was truly a sight to behold. But how could a night so beautiful be so sad? And how could it be one of their lasts?   

Well, at that moment, they didn't know it would be the last one.  

Only a few hours later, at eight months and three weeks of pregnancy, Raina Shetty's water broke. With the pack's midwife far away in the town, the only person trained to help the alpha with the birth was the one person who would take her baby away. But they didn't have the luxury of making it to a hospital—not when they were hours away from the nearest one. The only way the child could safely be born was if Rebecca helped.  

Five hours later, as the sun started to peek out from the horizon, baby Argent finally made her first appearance in the world. The air filled with the child's cries, so powerful and loud, loud enough to drown out her own mother's.  

“She's a beautiful and healthy baby girl,” Rebecca smiled as she wrapped the baby in a blanket after wiping away the blood and putting on her first ever diaper. “I guess your old wife's tale was right.”  

“L-let me see her,” Raina stammered. “Please, let me hold her.”  

“I don't want you to get attached, Raina,” the woman said. “It's for your own good.”  

“You can't do this, Rebecca,” Henry cried. “Let her hold our child.”  

Without another thought and the baby still in her grasp, she reached behind her and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Henry’s head. “Your car is all packed up—not that you had much,” she chuckled. “I heard the midwife is already here; she’ll help you deliver the placenta. But us? We’re leaving now.”   

“W-where...? How did you get that gun?”   

“You really think I carry a Bible, Henry? Especially one that smells so much like mint?” the hunter laughed. “I knew I’d need to protect myself somehow, so I snuck in some wolfsbane bullets—just in case anyone gets some bright ideas—and while I was packing your bags into the SUV, I just so happened to find your weapon there.  “Now, we could stay here and blab all night,” she sighed. “But this little girl right here needs to get home.”  

Before Henry could argue any further, knowing he would just talk in circles, Raina pulled him to her and crashed her lips on his. “Take care of (Y/N), Henry,” she whispered, muttering their child's name for the very first time. “Remember what you promised.”  

“I will,” he sobbed. “I love you, Raina.”  

“I love you too, Henry,” she sniffled. “Until we meet again.”  

Against his better judgment, Henry let go of Raina's arm and walked out of the room, leaving behind the one woman he had ever loved. Rebecca handed him his daughter once they reached the car. No one had stood between them or tried to stop them, not when the gun was pressed to the man's back. The only one brave enough to even come close was Marcos.  

“Take care of her, Marcos,” Henry called out. "Whatever happens, just take care of Raina.”  

“Don't you worry, H. She'll be in good hands. You worry about yourself and the baby. She'll need you.” 

Those were the last words he ever heard the man speak. In the months he had spent with him, Marcos had quickly become his closest friend. And Henry knew he was the only one who would ensure Raina was safe and away from any hunter that tried to get on their track. With Marcos by her side, Henry could focus on raising his little girl, (Y/N) Argent.    

“After that, we sold to the party that we had run away together to “find ourselves.” Something stupid that any young person would do,” Henry sighed as he finished his story. “Rebecca and I then agreed we would tell you the truth by your eighteenth birthday. I thought by then I would have already found Raina. We obviously never expected this town would be the one to open this whole can of worms.”  

(Y/N) remained quiet as she digested the story, which had felt like an entire lifetime. Once more, she was confronted with the fact that her entire life had been a lie. Not only had her parents kept her in the dark about the supernatural world, but they had also lied to her about her entire existence. Everything she had known up to that point had been manufactured by her father and a woman who had stolen her from her mother.  

She was hurt, she felt betrayed, and, in a sense, she was lost. Almost her entire life had been fabricated, tailored perfectly to fit into the fantasy others had created for her. She couldn’t be sure how many of her memories had been hers, how many moments she had been the creator of, how many decisions she had been taught and how many she had been born with. Nothing about her was real—at least, she didn't feel like she was.  

All that existed in that moment was anger. Some loss and grief for the life she could've had. But nothing was stronger than the red-hot ire that consumed her. Anger at her father for allowing her to be taken—even if he didn't have many other choices. Anger at her family for their hatred. Anger at Rebecca... so much anger.  

“You ripped me from my mother?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face growing red as her emotions exploded. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

Next ->

A/N: uh oh, one chapter more for Derek's return. Although, I will tell y'all to not get your hope's up. This book doesn't end happily... 🫣 If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

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[historicalvandal]

*gasp!* You do requests?! Oooh, get ready to have me swamp your inbox. Sorry in advance 😆

What are your thoughts, headcannons, everything about koba slowly (500k slow burn, enemies to friends to something???? lol) getting used to *cough* catching feeling *cough* for a human Ceaser brought into the colony, and said human got interested quickly with koba and kinda bugs him like a cat.

💚- anon

I do I do!! :D I'm excited about having requests open rn- you are practically my first requester lmfaooo- So thank you sm! :DDD <333 My thoughts first off - To start off I think it'd make such a sweet but also soul crushing fanfiction, and I would thrive writing that lmao- But thoughts on it, my thoughts about how the relationship would start is somewhat obvious, Reader follows him around like a cat all the damn time, and Caesar does nothing to stop it because maybe this is a chance for Koba to learn that not all humans have such a harsh hand that they can be gentle, they can care, and Koba is just so peeved about that- Why should he have to teach the stupid human how to integrate into ape society? Why does Caesar think that this job is well suited for him out of all the apes? I think somewhere down the line, possibly after a bad hunting trip when he's gotten himself hurt, when reader has to drag him back to the colony or they have to hide it out because it's raining too hard and they're too far from the colony, forcing them to be in close proximity, he has this feeling that he can relax because Reader asks if they can tend his wounds, is gentle with him once he gives permission, because obviously he doesn't want to deal with getting an infection if reader knows how to tend wounds with what they have on hand, possibly learning how to heal someone through the insistence of maybe Maurice or because they spend time with the healers to begin with when they first entered the colony, nearing like the antithesis of him having dreams about Reader, how they looked drenched right through, shivering and freezing, droplets of water running down their smooth and soft looking skin, but not a care for if they'd get sick because Koba is hurt, he dreams about how they looked at him, how their bottom lip jutted out in concentration as they gently ran whatever dry piece of their clothing they used to quell the bleeding from his wounds, he'd dream about reader a lot I mean in my thoughts yk? Some headcanons for a fanfic like this ; - Koba is less then gentle, he's downright mean toward reader in the beginning, because he hates humans but also because he believes they don't belong, but mainly because reader just won't leave him alone! - Something more softer when they begin to get close, Koba starts to feel as if he can trust Reader, so he asks Caesar if their nest can be closer to his, and he goes to reader to tend his wounds, more then happy to sit in silence as Reader gently tends to him, as if they are his mate. - Further down the line, when he finally realises he has feelings, Koba would try and listen to what Caesar tells him to do- Leading to Koba gift giving but not being able to say out loud that he has these feelings. - If Reader and Koba are together, they become a mated pair, he's the type to be jealous if any male ape tries to speak in any other manner other then in passing, still it makes him jealous. - Reader is the only one who gets to touch Koba as much as she wants. not even Caesar is allowed to touch him unless it's a friendly pat on the back, Koba would be addicted to how gentle Reader is with him. - Reader would be the type to tell Koba about human romantic traditions, so he's taken to calling their hunting trips together a date, mans does not understand why that made Reader all giddy but it has made him crack a small smile once or twice. - Koba can and will die for his mate, but would prefer killing for Reader instead, he's there at Readers beck and call, it is readers name he whispers at night, and Reader who whispers his name at night, he is Readers and Reader is his. - He is also just very loyal in my opinion, would not look at anyone else in any way other then kindly. I hope these are all alright, i've never written much like this before but I'm excited to see the reactions I garner from this!

[burning-academia-if]

Since its Christmas 🎄. It can be naughty if you want it to be 😜How would the Ro's spend it with Mc? Also what would they like as a present 🎁 and what would they give Mc?

MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!!

Also, I answered what the ROs would like as gifts here!

Rook: He honestly doesn't like most holidays for a variety of reasons, and usually pretends they don't exist. If it's something you'd like to celebrate though, then he'd go along with it, and it's one of the few occasions where he's going completely at your pace. For a gift for MC, I think it's something practical or something you've been needing that you mentioned offhandedly and he kept a mental note of it for later

Beck: Christmas used to be family time! If you've been together long enough, you're definitely being dragged to his parents house, and they are definitely going to try to feed you everything you're willing to eat lol It's also a pretty melancholy time for him, though, since it's a bit of a reminder of things he's lost. I think after all the family chaos winds down, you're left with him and a very fragile peace. He'd give you something from a show or game you like! Like a cool shirt or mug or something lol

Rhea: She doesn't want you near her home because she knows how that would go down, so you're spending Christmas Eve together instead! And since its Christmas Eve, things are still opened so the two of you can order in from your favorite place and just hang out. She'd probably make you watch classic holiday movies just because she never really got the chance to growing up and she wants to make up for lost time. I also think pre Christmas, she'd make the two of you decorate your own ornaments together too. Anyway, her gifts remind you that she comes from money because it's like Rook but like times ten. Multiple things you need all from the high end brands. She just blinks if you comment on it. There will also be a hand made card in there, somewhere in the depths of that giant bag she gave you

Zoe: Christmas is also family time, but this is the chaotic cheerful version ft siblings! You're being dragged into all the holiday activities. Gingerbread house competitions, baking cookies, all the Christmas games where the winner earns ten bucks about. It's non stop, and at the end of it Zoe just drags you to bed for cuddles and sleep but they're likely exhausted lol I think anything Zoe got you would be related to your hobbies, but they'd also include a care package of your favorite snacks or drinks.

Lars: You probably couldn't convince him to celebrate a holiday if you tried, but he is going to get you a gift because he knows you probably got him one. (Idk why, I'm also having flashbacks to the 'MC tied themselves up as the present' ask fakslfja). Anyway, his gift is probably a replacement for something you should have replaced a million years ago. Those busted shoes you've had for five years, the threadbare jacket, maybe even a new laptop if yours looks about ready to break down. ALSO, if your into a specific band he might grab concert tickets for the both of you to go.

???: Not necessarily Christmas day related, but I think they would be enamored with the idea of decorating a tree, so they'd ask if the two of you could get a small one and decorate it together askjskj They've never celebrated Christmas before, just like they've never celebrated anything else. They'd probably have fun just doing festive things for the novelty of it, but ultimately, they'd treat the day the same as any other day more or less. Unless you want something more from them, they'd be happy to provide. Gift wise, it'd probably be that one guilty pleasure thing where you want it so bad but you have no real reason to get it, so they just get it for you lol

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Summary: It’s still not over…

A/N: My darlings! I am SO sorry this update has taken ages...life got in the way as it does...

As always, this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….?

My beautiful partner in crime, my enabler, my soul sister @ken-dom without whom this continuation would not have happened….I thank you for your continued support and love and will forever relish in the fact that I’ve dragged you over to the Six side ;)

This is indeed a continuation of what I’ve affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts  here.

This was meant to be a TWO part series and Six just refuses to rest so here we are.

Enjoy my loves! <3

Weeks had passed and nothing. No Six, no Lloyd, no stop to the horrific nightmares. 

Night after night you screamed yourself and everyone else in the house awake. 

Some nights Becca was working the overnight shift at the hospital and Lars would be the one to come in and check on you, reassure you that it was only a nightmare, a bad dream, and everything was okay. 

Becca had kept him in the dark on purpose, to keep him safe. He would offer to stay with you, until you fell asleep again and the first handful of times when you refused, Lars would insist, 

“It always helped me fall back asleep when someone was there to watch for monsters” he smiled and you couldn't help but smile back. 

Sitting in the small armchair on the opposite side of the room, he would often doze off, snoring softly while you laid awake, hoping today would be the day Court came home. 

On the nights Becca was home, she would sit and listen to you ramble off the horrible things you had dreamt about. Reassuring you that Court would be careful, he'd had you back here waiting, he wouldn't jeopardize that for anything.

“He always calls,” you reasoned, sitting up in bed after the latest nightmare “Why hasn't he called?” 

“Maybe his phone died” She offered half jokingly 

“Becks” you whispered leaning back against the headboard 

“He's been gone longer than this without a call before” her hands collapsed in her lap “Why is this time so different?” 

“Because,” you sighed 

“Because you think he's hiding something from you”

“I know he is” 

“Based on what?” She asked “Help me understand”

“He's just…” you sighed “He's different,”

“Different how?” She pressed “Because from where was standing, it just looked like he didn't want you in danger”

“No Becks, it's more than that,” you leaned to pull open the nightstand drawer, fishing out a piece of paper before handing it to her. 

She unfolded it and you watched her brow furrow. “Tag, you're it?”

“Lloyd left it, for Court that day at the hospital” you explained “Court kept telling me that none of this was my fault.”

“Of course it isn't” she agreed and you shook your head 

“No, I mean, he kept putting emphasis on my fault. Like it's his fault somehow”

“How could it possibly be?”

You let out another heavy sigh. “I think Court lied to me,” you said, finally voicing the thought you'd had for weeks “His golden rule, number one above all else, no compromise, ever. No hospitals”

Becca nodded but stayed silent. 

“For as long as I've known him, since my residency, no hospitals. Ever. So why then?”

“He knew you were in danger” she sighed 

“Exactly, and then this,” you motioned to the note “What the hell does that mean, unless he's been playing this bullshit cat and mouse game with Lloyd all along?” 

Her face fell and she pressed her lips together in a hard line, she didn't have an answer. 

“Maybe wait for him to get back, give him a chance to explain himself before you resign him to cement blocks at the bottom of the river, okay?”

“He lied to me Becks” 

“He also saved your life,” she pointed out “Multiple times, not to mention that man is head over heels in love with you”

You shook your head and she scoffed with a laugh 

“I'm sorry, no? Is that what you're saying?” She looked at you in disbelief “I've had toddlers with more patience. I've never seen someone more worried about someone else than he was about you”

“Then why would he lie?” You asked softly 

“For the same reason I haven't told Lars the truth?” She offered “To keep you safe, keep you from worrying and sending yourself into a tailspin like you're doing now?”

“Lars is different, he doesn't realize what's going on, I do” 

“At least give him a chance to explain”

“Assuming he's not dead already” you muttered 

“Well if he's not and his reasoning wasn't because he's madly in love with you then you can take him out back and duke it out, Lars’ ax is back there” 

You scoffed offering her a tired smile. 

“Deal?”

You nodded “Deal.”

“Good” she smiled, pulling the blankets back “Now, back to bed”

You smiled settling under the blanket and she tucked you in as she stood from the edge of your bed. 

You turned over with a sigh, tucking your arm under your head as Becca made her way to the door. 

“Becks?” 

She turned on her heel “Hmm?” 

“Thanks” 

She waved her hand dismissively before disappearing down to her own bedroom 

***✨✨✨

Another two weeks had passed and still nothing. 

You sat at the breakfast table, a plate of french toast in front of you, untouched, your finger tracing over your tattoo as you were lost in thought. 

“Maybe she just took some to be polite?” Lars whispered, you still completely oblivious to the world around you 

“No darling, she's just…preoccupied”

“Hmm?” You looked up realizing where you were 

Becca smiled with a shake of her head “Nothing love” 

You picked at your plate eating the smallest of bites. 

You had tried to go back to work earlier in the week and had gotten as far as the threshold of the elevator before having a panic attack and going back home. 

You looked up as something caught Becca's attention and then Lars too. 

Turning in your chair you gasped seeing Six standing in the doorway. 

“Oh my god!” You jumped up from your place at the table, sending your chair clattering backwards to the floor. 

You threw yourself at him and he grunted painfully as your legs locked around his middle, wrapping his arms around you so tightly you thought your ribs would break. 

You squeezed back just as hard, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck; kissing every part of him you could reach. 

“I thought you were….I thought Lloyd” 

“Shhh” 

You breathed in his scent as tears streamed down your cheeks. The rest of the world melted away as you leaned back slightly to finally really look at him. 

“What happened to you?” You whispered, your thumb brushing over his bruised cheek. 

He shook his head “It doesn't matter”

You jumped when a chair scraped on the floor behind you and you remembered where you were. 

“We have to get to work,” Becca smiled “But you know where everything is to patch him up”

You nodded, still firmly wrapped around Six's frame 

“Good to see you back in one piece, John” she winked and Six just scoffed with a laugh 

“Bye” you smiled, resting your head on Six's shoulder who winced in pain 

The front door clicked shut and you slid from around his waist, your feet landing on the floor as you gave him the once over. 

“Are you hurt?” You asked, fingers feeling over his flesh, looking for any cuts or bruises. 

“No” he whispered 

You looked up meeting his eye “Are you lying to me?” 

“No,” he repeated with a gentle shake of his head. 

“Did you find him?” You asked and he let out a heavy sigh 

“Can we not?”

“Court…”

“No,” he shook his head “I don't give a fuck about Lloyd right now; you're safe, and that's all that matters”

“But he's still-” 

Six cut you off, claiming your lips in a deep kiss, you sighed against his mouth, leaning into him as his tongue tangled with yours. 

You moaned, letting him pull you closer, melting into his touch. 

He pushed you back against the table, making the breakfast dishes rattle. 

You pushed him back gently with a small laugh.  

“Not here” you shook your head. 

“Where then?” His breath hot against your neck making you shiver as he kissed along the length. 

You turned on your heel, threading your fingers together with his, pulling him towards the stairs. 

His other hand snaked around your waist as he nuzzled into the back of your neck. You giggled tripping up the stairs as he pulled you against him. 

“Court!” You shrieked as you reached the top, only for him to turn you to face him, pushing you against the nearest wall, pinning you there. 

You moaned as he peppered your face and neck with kisses, pulling your pajama top up over your head before dropping it at his feet. You leaned back against the wall as he sank to his knees, kissing a trail over your bare skin. Your fingers twisting in his thick blond hair as his lips pressed against the fresh scar on your stomach, lingering there a beat longer than the others. 

You pushed his hair back and your eyes met his as he looked up at you from under his long lashes. 

He dropped his eyes, focusing on his task, fingers curling under the waistband of your pajama shorts, tugging them off gently and you stepped out of them. 

Six got back to his feet and you whimpered in protest. 

He shushed you immediately, pulling you against him, before pushing you back toward the room you had made yours. 

You fell back on the mattress, pulling Six with you. 

He caught himself to keep from crushing you before picking up where he had left off. 

Six put himself between your legs, his warm hand gliding slowly up the length of your leg as it bent at the knee. 

You hummed with want as his nose slid up over your bent knee and he kissed along the inside of your thigh. 

Your fingers rethreaded through his hair as he moved closer to your core, his hands pushing your knees apart, making room for his broad shoulders as his fingers hooked around the waist of your panties, you lifted your hips as he tugged them off and tossed them over the edge of the bed. 

He kissed along the inside of your other thigh, making you whimper and tug a little harder on his hair, making him moan between your legs. 

You gasped, arching your back as his tongue licked between your folds, you thrust forward making him moan against your core. 

“God, Court” you moaned to the ceiling as his tongue moved skillfully 

Releasing his hair, your hands slid over his shoulders, pulling him to you. 

His weight was heavy on top of you as his lips met yours. You pulled his shirt up as far as you could manage before he pulled it off the rest of the way before he kicked off his pants. 

You dragged your fingers over his bare chest; old scars marked with fresh cuts. He brushed a chunk of hair off your face; his cock pressed hard against your thigh. 

“Make love to me” you whispered, cupping his cheek. 

He didn't need to be asked twice, he closed the gap between you, his tongue pushing between your lips, you met it with your own, moaning against his mouth. 

He eased himself inside you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as you moved together slowly on the bed. 

Your moans mingled together as he pulled back, moving to kiss the length of your neck, sucking none too gently on your collarbone, leaving a bright red hickey in his wake. 

You moaned as his teeth dragged over your overheated skin. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as Six's hips moved with a rhythm, making you moan with each thrust. 

“I love you,” Six breathed against the shell of your ear, making you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as you whimpered into his neck. 

“I love you too” you whispered “God Court, I love you so much” 

He moaned, thrusting harder, the bed frame creaking under your shifting weight. 

“Again” he whispered 

“I love you” you breathed, fingernails biting into the flesh of his shoulders. 

All at once you were filled with his release, your own orgasm tearing through your body. He crushed his lips against yours, soft and commanding as he slid from inside you, he pulled you against him, moving to lay where you had been; his arms protectively around you. 

Your fingers teased his bare flesh as you laid on his chest, his heart beating steadily in your ear. 

He brought your tattooed finger to his lips, kissing it gently before he collapsed his hand on top of yours, resting on his chest. 

“We're gonna have to talk about it eventually y'know” you spoke quietly 

He let out a heavy sigh but stayed silent. 

“Court, please” you pleaded “I've been going crazy for weeks”

He squeezed you gently with another sigh before he spoke. 

“Not now, alright?” 

“If not now then when?’ you propped yourself up to look at him and he wouldn't meet your eye. 

You flopped back down on the bed with a frustrated sigh when he didn't answer. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you were hiding something from me”

He propped himself up on his elbow leaning over you, his thumb stroking your cheek as he cupped your face. 

“But that's the thing Court,” you continued, your hand sliding along the length of his arm “I do know you, and I know you're keeping something from me” 

“I-”

“Don't you dare lie to me” you glared “You've known, this whole time…haven't you?” You asked “About Lloyd being alive”

He dipped his head to kiss you and you turned away “Answer me”

“Please,” he whispered “Let's not do this now” 

“Yes, Court!” You yelled “Let's do this, let's do this right now because you know what I think? I think the answer is yes” you snapped 

“It is, isn't it? You knew”

He dropped his head letting out a sigh before looking back at you. 

“Yes” he whispered 

You scoffed, shoving him off before climbing out of bed and pulling on your housecoat. 

“I can't fucking believe you” you muttered tying your robe closed as he pulled on his boxers. “How long have you known?”

You stood with your hands on your hips as he came around the end of the bed. 

“I don't-”

“HOW LONG COURT?!” 

“Since June” 

“June” you repeated with a small laugh shaking your head not wanting to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “So you found out, a month later, and didn't tell me?”

You stalked toward the door and Court grabbed your wrist turning you to face him. 

You wrenched your wrist free and slapped him hard across the face. 

“You lied to me for months!” You yelled before dropping your voice again “You watched me have nightmare after nightmare after-” 

“I know” he sighed 

“Do you?!” You snapped “I still wake up screaming because I watch you die, over and over and over again!” 

Your voice cracked with emotion before you continued. 

“You told me he would never hurt me again, he couldn't…do you remember that?!” 

“I remember “ he nodded slowly 

“Then why?” 

He closed the gap between you, reaching to pull you closer and you slapped his hands away; your eyes filling with tears. 

“I can't believe you didn't tell me” you cried, as he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around you; your fists beating against his chest. 

“I'm sorry” he whispered into your hair 

You cried into his chest and he held you tightly 

“We're supposed to be a team” you pulled back to look at him 

“I needed to keep you safe” 

“You needed to be honest with me” you sniffed as he wiped the tears from your face. 

“You're my wife,” he whispered “It's my job to keep you safe” 

“And you're my husband” you countered “It's my job to keep you safe too” 

“I can-”

“I don't care, Court!” You screamed “I don't care if you can take care of yourself! God!”

You turned on your heel “Don't follow me!” 

You stomped down the stairs and could feel Court's heavy footfalls behind you, following. 

“Fuck off, Court” you snapped, reaching the bottom 

“Hey!” He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around to face him 

“I said, fuck off!”

“And I said I'm sorry” he growled, pulling you against him before thrusting you against the wall. 

You gasped as all the air rushed from your lungs. Court's weight pinning you to the wall, one hand gathering both of your wrists and pinning them over your head as he crushed his lips to yours. 

You pried your lips from his, gasping for air as his mouth latched on to your collarbone, sucking hard. 

You gasped, nails biting into your palms as Six's hips rolled into yours. 

You fought to pull your wrists free and Court squeezed harder, shaking his head. 

“Uh uh” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. 

You whimpered, going limp underneath him as his free hand slid under the robe and between your thighs: his fingers teasing your already sensitive folds. 

“Court” you cried “We can't do this here” 

“Looks like we already are” he whispered against the shell of your ear, as if to punctuate his point, two fingers thrust inside you, making you cry out. 

He pumped his fingers in and out, pushing you closer to the brink. 

His thumb pressed against that little bundle of nerves. 

His breath heavy against the shell of your ear. 

“Maybe I'll fuck you on the kitchen table then” he moaned “And you can explain all their broken dishes”

You shook your head “No….C-Court” 

He hummed appreciatively, nuzzling into your neck. “Again” His teeth scraping over your skin. 

“I'm still mad at you” you fought back a moan. Fighting to twist from under him; albeit half heartedly 

“Good” he growled deeply, his fingers pumping faster.  

“Court, please”

Another appreciative hum “And the best part,” he breathed “They'll never know I made you scream my name finger fucking you against their living room wall”

“God,” you breathed, your weight sinking further down the wall, but Court's hand kept you in one place. 

Your body started to shake and you had to make a conscious effort to stay standing. Your knees had other ideas, giving out from under you, Court's arm locking around your waist, but his fingers never stopped. 

He threaded your fingers together and you squeezed hard. Your other arm dropping to land heavy on his shoulder. 

You rocked against his hand, moaning into his shoulder before you pushed back against the wall, using it for leverage as you came hard. 

You stood up straight as Court pulled his hand from between your thighs and you tied your robe closed. 

You pushed around him without a word, gasping with surprise as he grabbed your waist, pulling you against him. Neither of you spoke before he kissed you again, your stomach exploded with butterflies as his tongue pushed between your lips, his mouth moved against yours, his arm wrapping around your back as you felt your knees falter; he only kissed you deeper, making your head spin. 

His teeth attached to your bottom lip, pulling gently before releasing his hold, making you gasp into his mouth. 

You turned out of his hold and he let you go, watching as you climbed the stairs. The throbbing between your thighs, a reminder of the insatiable need you had for him to be close. 

Pushing from your thoughts as best you could you climbed the stairs to the bathroom, feeling Court's eyes on your back the whole way. 

“I'm getting in the shower” you said without turning around

[wickedadaar]

The Darlings: Post Symposium Fiasco

Featuring Kalais Aldwir from @elfmaid

Co-written by elfmaid. Pulled directly from Beck and Kalais’s RP with minimal edits

Word count: 3,687

Beck approaches in time to see a small calico scamper past her. She sees Kalais and rushes to their side, “Hey, you okay? What happened?” Kalais tried to write it off. "I'm fine, really. Just-just a headache is all. Others are much worse off." Beck studied them with furrowed brows, “Are you sure?” Kalais was not quite meeting her eyes. "Yes. I'll be alright. I wasn't affected as much." Beck places her hand under their chin and lifts their gaze to meet hers, "Well, I'm glad. You had me worried."

"I didn't mean to worry you. I-" despite Beck hand holding their chin, they still can't quite bring themself to look at Beck, their eyes sliding away to look past her. The nightmare is too fresh. "I just need some rest, I think. I'll share more later, I promise." She knew that look. She had seen it enough in the mages of the Necropolis. "Would it be alright if I walk you back to your room? Or would you rather go yourself?" The concern in her voice was obvious. They glance around at everyone else still in the room, seeing them all being looked after and taken care of, there's nothing else they could do to be of help. "I think I'd like you to come with, if you don't mind." She smirked mischievously at them. “You got it!” She winked as she picked them up and carried them out, princess style.

Kalais, being carried by Beck back to their room. "I could have walked myself, you know." “I know, it was more fun this way,” she chuckled as she approached Kalais's bed and gently set them down. They find it hard to argue with that; they enjoyed the experience. "Thank you for bringing me back." “Of course. I wasn't going to let you sleep on one of those awful infirmary cots. They'll make your back hurt for days. Besides, it's not every day I get to carry someone like that.” She chuckled as she sat beside them on the bed. They shrug, "I've slept in worse conditions." They absentmindedly take her hand.

She interlaced her fingers with theirs. “Just because you have, doesn't mean you should.” She locked eyes with them as she smiled, emphasizing her point. "You're one of those people who is always right, aren't you?" they teased.  "You know it, handsome," she winked as she traced her thumb over the back of their hand. They are quiet for a long moment. "I'm sorry for worrying you, truly. I didn't think it would be that bad. I thought maybe nothing would happen, actually." She cups their cheek with her free hand. “It's okay, but you remember how I said protecting mages was my specialty? That includes you, too. I'd rather be there for stuff like this just in case.”

"There's nothing you could have protected anyone from. It was us. I don't know what exactly happened, but all of us together in that room..." They close their eyes. Their headache had lessened since getting to the infirmary with Rowena, but trying to recount what happened, they felt it return for a moment. "There was nothing there to protect us from, except maybe our own curiosity." “But you did need caring for after. That falls under protection, my dear. I could have helped get you to safety and to a healer,” she studied them. They were earnest. “Besides, I want to be there for stuff like this, just in case.” "I got myself to a healer. I helped Rowena to a healer." They didn't think it actually counted as such, when technically the healer arrived at the infirmary after they arrived there. They didn't need to tell Beck that, though.

She glared at them, sensing the half-truth. “Look, I want to be there for you whether you like it or not, okay? I want to look after you,” she pauses, considering her next words. “I want to take care of you.” They glance away from her. The events of last night, the nightmare they had, it was all too fresh. The person they saw- They couldn't keep eye contact with her anymore. "I know. You said that before. But I don't know how to let you, not right now, not yet. No one has cared this much about me since I was very young. It's all very new to me."

She smiles gently, “I understand. If you'd let me, I'd like to watch over you while you sleep. You still seem pretty shaken by what happened.” They shook their head at the mention of sleep. "No. No I don't want to sleep, not after that. It will just come back. I can't see that again, I can't see -" they stop themself abruptly, glancing momentarily at Beck, before standing and crossing the room to their desk. "There are other things I need to do anyway. I should write down observations and-" they hung their head then looked toward the door, "Ezra still has my book..."

She pauses considering her actions. “How can I help you? Do you want me to hold you while you fight off whatever happened? Do you want me to fetch your book from Ezra? Kalais,” she pauses, following them to their desk, “Let me help you.” "I need....I need," their breathing becomes shallower and faster, their thoughts racing. This was all too much, too fast. "I don't know...There's so much and everything feels...not good." They turn to face Beck, seeing how close she's come again, realizing it's too close they move again towards the bookshelves. "Wait, just stay there a moment. I can't-I don't want to hurt you accidentally."

She stops in her tracks, puts her hands up defensively and moves to sit down away from Kalais. “I'll be right here when you're ready.” Watching her sit down, they consider what they should say. How much should they share about what happened? They try to take deeper breaths to steady themself, to stop their hands shaking. "We were experimenting. This room we found is strange. Its connection to the Fade is dampened. We wanted to see if it affects dreams." They pause again, taking a few more breaths. Despite this, their voice begins to shake as they continue, "Not all of us slept. Ezra, Shirevas, and the one without a name, they stayed awake to watch, to protect us. I think most of us had nightmares. I don't like what was implied by mine."

She stood and approached Kalais, wrapping them tightly in her arms, pressing their face to her chest. “I'm sorry you went through that. I'm here for you, even if you'd rather I stay away.” They stiffen as Beck embraces them, keeping their hands clenched in fists at their side, not daring to touch her despite desperately wanting to. "You didn't see," their voice, already muffled, is quiet. "It was you." Tears begin to spill. "It was you this time." She holds them tighter as she caresses their back. “Shhhh, it's okay. I'm okay and I'm here. It was just a nightmare. It's going to be okay.” She kisses them on top of the head again to reassure them.

"And when its not just a nightmare?" they free themself from Beck and step away again. "It's happened before. I hurt someone, someone I cared about. I hurt my friend." They eye her warily. "You say you want to protect me, but who protects you from me?" "Then I'll still be there, and I'll still be okay.” She pauses, thinking. “Listen, you wouldn't be the first person to hurt me with magic, and you certainly wouldn't be the last.” She sighs, her tone shifting, “You wouldn't even be the first to use blood magic on me. I'm a lot tougher than you might think, Kalais. I've been through some shit, and I'm still me. So, whether you like it or not, I'm going to be here, by your side."

Whether they liked it or not. They very much want her to stay, despite their mind screaming at them that Beck should walk away from them, from whatever this was between them. They don't want to be alone. And isn't that the crux of it. If it happened again, if they hurt one of their friends, would Beck really stay, would any of them stay. The thought is too much and Kalais breaks down, falling to their knees and sobbing. She kneels before them and embraces them, her voice cracking at the sight of their sorrow. “I'm not going anywhere, I swear to you. I'm staying right here.”

They hesitantly return the embrace, then cling to her desperately a second later "You shouldn't stay. I don't want to be the reason you get hurt." They say through tears "I don't want to lose you, and have it be my fault. But I want you to stay." She tightens her arms around them in response. "You won't lose me. I'm a Watcher remember? Worst comes to worst, they could just put my spirit back in my body,” she tries to joke to lighten to mood, but reassures them regardless. “Of course, I'll stay. I'll stay for as long as you need."

They shake their head at the joke burying their face against her shoulder "Please no. That makes it worse. Makes you seem expendable. Nothing could be further from the truth." They hold tight and fall quiet for a while, trying to breath and calm themself. It is easier to do with Beck present, physical and real and alive. Eventually their breaths even out and the tears stop. They don't want to move though. They are exhausted and it's nice being held. "Thank you," they whisper, "I feel like I've been saying that to you a lot lately."

She smiles gently down at them. "Sorry." She holds them until they've finished crying and rests her face on top of their head, nestling against their hair. "You're very welcome. And thank you too, for letting me be there for you." "I have to start learning how at some point," they say quietly, attempting a small joke of their own. "Since you're so insistent about it." They sigh and relax against her, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. They said they didn't want to sleep before, but now after that surely very attractive show of emotion, there might not be another option. "Emotions are exhausting. I think I'd like to take you up on your earlier offer, if that is still an option?"

She chuckled at their joke. “You better,” she teasingly threatened. “I don't exactly take no for an answer sometimes. And of course.” She smiled at them as she stood, offering them her hand, “Let me help you to bed." "I'm beginning to understand that yes." they take her hand, following after her to their bed. They don't even bother with changing to sleeping clothes. They were too tired, and they had just slept in these clothes the night before in that room so what did it matter now. "I don't know how interested in them you might be, but help yourself to any of the books if you'd like something to do while you keep watch. It's mostly histories and research papers, but there is some fiction serials in there too."

She chuckles as she tucks them in. "I'll be sure to indulge myself. Now,” she gives them a mock stern expression, “You need to get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up. Goodnight." She gives them a gentle kiss on the forehead. Similar to their first conversation, Kalais pulls her back down and gives her another kiss, this time at the corner of her lips. "Thank you," they say once again with a small smile, "Goodnight." She smiles as she turns away, grabs a book, and settles into the chaise lounge. "See you in the morning, handsome. Get some rest."

They watch her a few seconds more before closing their eyes "See you in the mornin', vhenan," they mumble before drifting off. The nickname catches her attention but she isn't sure what it means, she makes a mental note to ask in the morning. It hasn't been long since they fell asleep when they begin tossing and turning, small quiet pained sounds escaping them. The dream is the same, the forest returns, obscured by fog, and in front of them lies the same figure as before. The skin of Beck's arm is marred with black and they know it's from them. Unlike before, they do not approach, and instead simply stand frozen in place, muttering the same word over and over. "No..no no no."

She hears them stirring and moves to approach the bed, to check if they're having another nightmare. In their dream something changes. Something approaches and it feels familiar and good. They call out to it "...help please..." She feels as though they're calling out to her she climbs into their bed and wraps her body around theirs and pulls them close, holding them tightly. All at once there is warmth surrounding them. The fog dissipates. Tree leaves become vibrant greens and soft sunlight filters through. They have a sense of security. The nightmare is gone from their mind and they are content and happy. They wake slowly, with the remnants of their dream slowly fading. There is something, someone warm holding them and they can't help snuggle further into the warmth. She senses them waking and pulls them closer, afraid the nightmare might return, she whispers to them, "I'm here, I've got you. You're safe."

Hearing her, they smile. "I know I am." They wrap their arms around her, basking in her presence. "Did you sleep well?" Shuckles, running her hands through their hair and snuggling into them. "Not exactly, but that doesnt matter. I’m just glad you got some rest, dear." They hum at the sensation, "We'll just have to stay here for a while then. You deserve rest as well." Beck wraps her leg around theirs, snuggling closer to them, nuzzling her face against their head, "Mmm, if you insist, lovely." Kalais placed a kiss to her forehead. "I do insist. It's my turn to look after you, vhenan."

She chuckles at their words. “What does vhenan even mean? Regardless, I'm not going to argue. Your bed is very comfy.” She cuddles against them under their blankets, getting comfortable. They hesitate before answering, "It's a term of endearment. It means 'my heart'. Well technically just 'heart' but it sounds better the other way. The grammar can be weird when translating." They absent minded trail their hand up and down her arm. “Though I suppose in this case, it's not difficult. “You would simply add the possessive article 'ma' in front for it to literally be 'my heart’.” She chuckles as she nuzzled her face against them, placing a gentle kiss on the back of their neck. "Well aren't you a sweetheart, darling?"

They gently hold one of Beck's hands, raising it to place another kiss to the back of it "You keep calling me such lovely things, I thought maybe I could do the same." She smiles as they nuzzle closer to them, pulling them even closer. “Just promise you'll wake me in a few hours?” Kalais laced their fingers with hers and held her hand to their chest, "I promise. Sleep well, Beck."

Beck starts to stir after several hours (definitely longer than she planned) have passed. "Mmmm, what time is it?" her voice was still sleepy and somewhat gruff. Having been gently running fingers through her hair, they smile. "Hard to tell, Fade's the same as always. I lost track, but figured you could use the rest." She grumbles, still half asleep, "mmm you shouldn't have, but thank you." She smirks and pulls them closer, gently kissing the tip of their nose. "You spoil me." "You're welcome." They reach a hand up to caress her cheek. "Someone should. You deserve to be." She takes their chin between her thumb and forefinger and lifts their gaze to meet hers, staring into their eyes. "You're too sweet. I love it," leans down and brings their lips to hers in a tender kiss.

They close their eyes and practically melt as they return the kiss. When the two part after, they whisper, "Can we do that again?" She chuckles, her voice low and sultry, "Of course." She kisses them again to hide the blush in her own cheeks. They eagerly kiss her, cupping her cheek with their hand. "Thank you for indulging me," they say with a dreamy smile. "This is a nice way to spend the morning." She smirks, "Is it truly indulging if I wanted the same thing?" She traces her thumb across their jaw. "And I thought you said you didn't know what time it was?" she teased lightly, hoping to make them blush again.

"It is, because I'm the one who asked for it." They blush at being found out. Exact time was hard to tell, they hadn't been entirely untruthful, but they had certainly let more time pass than they should have. Beck looked so peaceful and they couldn't bear to wake her. "It's late morning I believe, and we've definitely missed any breakfast there might have been. You seemed so relaxed and I didn't want to disturb you." They pause with a realization, "Was there something you needed to do today? Have I kept you from anything?"

She smiled at them and traced a finger across the blush in their cheek. "I didn't have any plans. I hope I haven't kept your from anything either, but I will say a girl could get used to waking up like this," she teased, looking down at them. "Nothing pressing, though I should retrieve my book from Ezra at some point. I really should write down what happened in there." They didn't relish the idea of doing so, but it was valuable information. " That can wait still though." They grin up at Beck, the blush on their cheeks only getting redder. "I like this too. I wouldn't be opposed to doing this again. I think that was the best sleep I've had in a while." "Well I can always go with you, if you want." She chuckles at how red their face has gotten, she leans down, her lips hovering theirs and whispers, "Then it's date."

"I would hate to bother you with such a small thing. I can take care of that myself." They close the distance between them in another gentle kiss. "I look forward to it." "It's not a bother at all. In fact, I insist." She climbed out of their bed and stretched her arms above her head and rolled her neck and shoulders. "I swear your bed is more comfortable than mine," she joked, but then paused, seeing an opportunity, "Or maybe it was just the company that made it better." They watch her stretch, appreciating the view, before they sit up. "Definitely the company." They think for a moment, "though I suppose I don't have a way to compare, I've only slept in my bed." Their face heats up again in embarrassment as they realize what they had suggested with that statement. "Ah, I mean, I know we just said - not that I should assume that we would - my bed is fine enough, we don't have to switch if you don't want to." They ramble awkwardly

She laughs at their comment and turned back to see how red their face was, deciding to fluster them further. She approaches the bed and leans over them. "So you want to sleep in my bed do you?" she teased with smirk, "How could I refuse?" Her eyes shimmered in the light as she looked them up and down, studying them closely. They keep their wide eye gaze on her craning their neck to look up at her. "I mean it's important from a sort of scientific point of view. You can't make a determination without testing the options," they continue rambling, their gaze sliding away for just a moment during their lame excuse, before refocusing on Beck. "But it's your space, you can say no. Like I said, mine is just fine."

She arches her eyebrows at them as they ramble, she tilts her head to the side as her gaze intensifies. "You don't need to make excuses." Her gaze scans them once more "I'd love to see how you look in my bed," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, "What do you say?" They flounder, whole face bright red, speechless for a long moment, unable to form any sort of coherent thought. "I- uh - not now though, we just woke up and I have to - I still need my book," they manage to say, while quickly moving from the bed and thus Beck's scrutiny. They try to make themself busy rearranging books on the shelves, trying to calm their racing thoughts and heart.

She smiled to herself, thoroughly enjoying the sight before her. "Do you want me to come with you? Like I said earlier, I'd be happy to." "I can do it myself, but I do appreciate the offer really," they speak quickly, still bright red and unable to maintain any semblance of eye contact with her, "and I'm sure you have stuff to do and I really shouldn't keep you any longer." She chuckles, "Okay, if you insist. Well, you know where to find me." She traced her hand across their shoulder and turned to leave. "I'll see you soon."

They suppress a slight shiver at her touch "Wait!" They stop her to give her one last kiss before she can leave. "See you soon, vhenan." She winks at them. "I love when you call me that," she chuckles to herself as she leaves Kalais's room. "I'll make sure to say it more often then." They watch her go and they stand in their room, staring after her with a smile, even long after she's left.

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - mentions of drug use

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 11

Matt Sturniolo created his own world; only in his own environment did he feel secure, comfortable, and protected. A genuine camaraderie was created at Graceland. We lived as one big family, eating, talking, arguing, joking, playing, and traveling together.

Although I became friends with the guys in Matt’s retinue, he never let me, or anyone else, forget that I was his girl. I was never to get too close or become too familiar with any of the regulars.

One evening, after we came home from a movie, we said good night to everyone and went upstairs. Returning to the kitchen a few minutes later to get something to eat, I found Jerry Schilling, who’d just started working for Matt, making himself a snack. We started talking. A few minutes later, Matt appeared.

“What the hell are you two doing down here?” he shouted at us.

Intimidated, Jerry said, “Well, Matt, we were just talking. I was asking her how she felt, because she didn’t feel well this afternoon.”

“I came down to get something to eat,” I explained.

“y/nn, you don’t need to be roaming around here late at night,” he said, angrily ordering me upstairs.

Behind me, I could hear him lashing out at Jerry. “If you want to keep this job, son, you mind your own business. If there’s anyone who’s going to ask her how she feels, it’ll be me. You better mind your own goddamn business.”

I liked Jerry. He was warm, sincere, and very personable; just a couple of years older than I, he was one of the few people who I could relate to. But from that time on, it was a dodging match every time we’d run into each other. Now Jerry and I laugh about the “good old days” when we reminisce.

Most of the boys who worked for Matt had been around from the beginning and they knew all about him—his sense of humor, his sensitivity, and his temper. He stripped himself bare in front of them, and they accepted him for what he was.

Yet working for Matt was a twenty-four-hour-a-day job, and the boys were at his beck and call constantly. They played when he played and slept when he slept. It took a certain kind of personality to put up with his demands, whether they made sense or not.

“Come on, y/nn, let’s go to Los Angeles. I’ll show you where I film movies.,” he said one afternoon when we’d only been up for a few hours. He called downstairs and told Alan to alert everyone that he wanted to leave within the hour.

Alan said, “Okay, Boss. I think Richard and Gene are still sleeping. I’ll give ’em a call and tell ’em to come right over.”

“Their lazy asses are still sleeping?” Matt asked. “I’ve been up for two goddamn hours. They should have been over here by now. Alan, from now on, when I call down for my breakfast, call the boys and tell them I’m up and to be ready for anything, and that may include me not even coming downstairs. I just want them here.”

Demanding? Yes, but Matt could be just as generous. By today’s standards the boys’ salaries were not high—the average paycheck was $250 a week—but if the boys ever felt the pinch by the end of the month, they would go to Matt. They’d ask him if he could help them out with a down payment on a house or the first and last months’ payments on an apartment. Matt always came through for them, lending them the one thousand or five thousand or ten thousand dollars they asked for. He was rarely if ever paid back.

There also was no limit to the expensive gifts he gave them—television consoles for Christmas, bonus checks, Cadillac convertibles, Mercedes-Benzes. If he heard someone was sad or depressed, he loved to surprise them with a gift, usually a brand-new car. When he gave to one, he would usually end up giving to all.

James didn’t have much respect for the guys. He said Matt just gave and gave and gave, and they took and took and took. He’d say, “Son, we have to save.” Matt would answer, “It’s only money, Dad. I just have to go out and make more.”

James resented the regulars acting as if Graceland was their personal club. They’d go into the kitchen at any hour and order anything they wanted. Naturally, everyone ordered something different. The cooks worked night and day keeping them happy. James felt, “To hell with the boys. Their main concern should be Matt.”

What was really outrageous was that the regulars were ordering sirloin steaks or prime ribs while Matt usually ate hamburgers or peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

I wasn’t too popular around Graceland when I started reorganizing the kitchen. I set down a policy of having one menu per meal, and anyone who didn’t like what was on it could go to a local restaurant. This new edict resulted in much grumbling from the guys, but the cooks were relieved, and James sanctioned my decision, announcing, “It’s about time someone organized the meals. It was beginning to look like we were feeding half of Boston.”

Matt was the boss, the provider, and the power. Both the boys and I had to protect him from people who annoyed or irritated him and were no longer in his favor. Before coming down for the evening, he’d have me call downstairs to check who was there. I’d run down the guests, aware that certain names would strike him wrong.

“Shit,” he’d say, his mood destroyed. “What’s he want? Bring me some more bad news?” He’d stay up in his room rather than spend an evening with someone he didn’t like. There was one particular regular who had incurred his disfavor, and Matt told everyone he didn’t want him around. “Don’t let him through those goddamn gates!” Matt ordered. “All I have to do is look at his face and I get depressed.” Matt barred him from Graceland for a number of years, saying, “If he changes his morbid attitude, maybe I’ll change my mind.” His perceptions were correct, as these “friends” eventually betrayed him.

Matt and James kept some of their relatives at a distance because, as Matt explained to me, they’d shunned him when he was growing up, ridiculing him as a sissy, a mama’s boy. Mary Lou stood up for Matt and told his tormentors to go their own way. Angrily, she had said, “Don’t bother us with these accusations.”

Then fame and fortune hit, and suddenly all the kinfolk came around, begging for jobs or crying that they needed help. Sometimes Matt got upset, charging, “The only time they visit is with their hand out. It’d be nice if they’d come around just to see how I was doing. But hell no, it’s always, ‘Ah, Matt, I could use a little extra cash. Could you help me out?’ Hell, I’ll bet when I’m dead and gone, they’ll still be taking advantage.” But Matt ended up slipping each of them a hundred dollars or more every time they came around. If it had been up to James, he would have gotten rid of every one of them. But Matt kept saying, “No, Dad, they don’t have any place to go. They couldn’t work anywhere. Keep them here.”

From the beginning of his success, Matt put many family members on salary, and all had titles. James was his business manager; Patsy, his personal secretary; uncles Vester Sturniolo and Johnny and Travis Smith, and cousin Harold Lloyd, gate guards; cousins Billy, Bobby, and Gene, personal aides; and then there was Tracy Smith, who seemed to go from brother to brother for support. Matt took care of everyone.

I remember one night at Graceland when Matt came back to the kitchen and saw Tracy pacing the floor. “Hey, Tracy,” he said, “How ya doing, man?” Tracy, his hands in his pockets, could hardly look Matt in the eye. “I don’t know, Matt,” he sighed. “What do ya mean, you don’t know? Everyone knows how they’re doin’, man.”

Tracy, shifting back and forth, mumbled, “I got my nerves in the dirt, Matt.” Matt staggered back, laughing. “Nerves in the dirt! Hell, I never heard it expressed like that before. You need some money, Tracy?”

Again, Tracy just shifted back and forth, as Matt called Nate over and told him to give Tracy a bill. A big smile covered Tracy’s lined face as he happily took his hundred dollars and walked out the door.

Matt knew that having his nerves in the dirt was Tracy’s way of saying he was down and out—and worried sick about it. He never forgot that phrase. “Poor ol’ Matt,” he’d say. “I’ll never forget the look on his face that night, poor ol’ guy.”

That was Matt—always caring, always sensitive to everyone’s needs, even while presenting a macho image to his fans and friends.

Anything I could think of doing for him, I did. I made sure Graceland was always warm and inviting, with the lights turned low, as he preferred them, the temperature in his bedroom set to his exact desire (freezing), and the kitchen filled with the aroma of his favorite meals.

Every night before dinner was served, I came downstairs first, checked with the maids to see that his food was just the way he liked it—his mashed potatoes creamily whipped, plenty of cornbread, and his meat burnt to perfection. I always had candles on the dining room table to create a romantic atmosphere despite the fact that we always ate with several of the regulars.

I loved babying Matt. He had a little-boy quality that could bring out the mother instinct in any woman, a beguiling way of seeming utterly dependent. It was this aspect of his charm that made me want to hold him, shower him with affection, protect him, fight for him, and yes, even die for him. I went to extremes in taking care of him, from cutting his steak at dinner to making sure his water glass was always filled. I enjoyed pampering and spoiling him and found myself jealous of others vying for his attention and approval.

But I didn’t always receive his approval. If something went wrong with his dinner, Matt blew up. “Why isn’t this steak done? Why didn’t you make sure the maids cooked it right? If you’d have done your job, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.” Obviously something else was wrong, and I didn’t recognize it at the time. Because of the continuous pressures and problems in Matt’s life, all magnified by taking prescribed drugs, little things would set him off. I took responsibility for everything in his life and always took it all too personally.

I wanted to be with Matt as much as I could, but while going to the movies or the fairgrounds every night might have been a wonderful way for him to relax, it posed an enormous problem for me. Often I wouldn’t get home until 5 or 6 a.m., and I’d have to be at school two hours later. Sometimes I never went to sleep. When I did, I could barely make it out of bed. I would lie there trying to drum up the strength to face the day, Matt making it even harder by suggesting that I sleep in and cut classes. It would have been so easy to go along with his suggestion, but hanging over me was the agreement I’d made with my parents. They trusted me and even though I was letting them down, I still had to keep up the facade.

Day after day I drove to school, attended classes till noon, then returned to Graceland to slip back into bed and cuddle next to Matt, who was still sound asleep. When he awoke at 3 or 4 p.m., I might never have left his side for all he knew. I was there to give him his usual order of orange juice, a Spanish omelet, home-fried potatoes, a mere two pounds of bacon, and—first and foremost—his black coffee.

Everyone who knew Matt was aware that it took him at least two to three hours to wake up fully. Asking him to make a decision, even a simple one such as what movie he wanted to see that night, was ill-advised. He was just too groggy and irritable from the sleeping pills, which were causing him to sleep as many as fourteen hours a day. It seemed only natural for him to take some Dexedrine to wake up.

I was always concerned about his intake of sleeping pills. His horror of insomnia, compounded with a family history of compulsive worrying, caused him to down three or four Placidyls, Seconals, Quaaludes, or Tuinals almost every night—and often it was a combination of all four. When I expressed my concern, he just picked up the medical dictionary, always near at hand on his night table.

“In here is the explanation for every type of pill on the market, their ingredients, side effects, cures, everything about them,” he assured me. “There isn’t anything I can’t find out.”

It was true. He was always reading up on pills, always checking to see what was on the market, and which ones had received FDA approval. He referred to them by their medical names and knew all their ingredients. Like everyone else around him, I was impressed with his knowledge and certain that he was an expert. One would think he had a degree in pharmacology. He always assured me that he didn’t need pills, that he could never become dependent on them. This difference in opinion resulted in many serious confrontations; I always compromised my integrity and ended up taking his viewpoint.

I began taking sleeping pills and diet pills too. Two Placidyls for him and one for me. A Dexedrine for him and one for me. Eventually Matt’s consumption of pills seemed as normal to me as watching him eat a pound of bacon with his Spanish omelet. I routinely took “helpers” in order to get to sleep after wild rides at the fairgrounds or early-morning jam sessions. And I routinely took more “helpers” when I woke up in order to maintain the fast pace and, more importantly, to study for my final exams.

During the last month before finals, I started popping more dexies than before. They seemed to give me the energy I needed to get through classes and homework. Every free moment was devoted to cramming a whole semester’s work into a few weeks. But my concentration was scattered; the strain of life at Graceland had finally caught up with me.

I had already been warned by Sister Adrian that in order for me to graduate, I had to pass all my subjects. During a talk in her office, I wanted desperately to confide in her and explained how hard it was to maintain my grade level with the late hours I kept: But how could I tell that to a nun?

I had no real goals after graduation, but I did sometimes dream of becoming a dancer or possibly enrolling in an art academy. Now I realize that I was deeply influenced by Matt’s casual attitude toward continued schooling. He figured I didn’t need it and I agreed. Just being with him most of the time would provide an education—not to mention experience—that no school could give me. He wanted me to be his totally, free to go to him in an instant if he needed me.

That sounded great to me. I’d never planned on a future without Matt. Therefore, while my classmates were deciding which colleges to apply to, I was deciding which gun to wear with what sequined dress. I was tempted to say to Sister Adrian, “Oh, by the way, Sister, does gunmetal gray go with royal blue sequins?” With that attitude it was no surprise that I was still woefully unprepared for my most hated subject, algebra, the week before finals.

On the day of the test, I sat in the crowded classroom, hyper from downing a dexy, trying to work out the problems. Despite my effort, I knew there was no way I was going to pass. I started to panic. I had to graduate. I had an obligation to Matt and to my parents, who I knew would yank me out of Graceland the minute I failed this test. I glanced at the girl next to me—and at her completed test paper. It’s my last resort, I thought. I’m going for it. I was not willing to face the consequences of being sent home for failing this test.

Her name was Janet and she was a straight A student. I tapped her on the shoulder and flashed my brightest smile, whispering, “Are you a Matt fan?” Taken aback by my question, Janet nodded yes. “How would you like to come to one of his parties?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” she replied. “I’d love to.”

“Well, I know a way that it can be arranged.”

I eyed her test paper and explained. Janet instantly grasped my dilemma and, without a word, slid her paper to the edge of her desk. Now I had a full view of her answers. I spent the rest of the hour furiously copying them down and I not only passed, but I got an A on that test.

I hadn’t expected Matt to make much of my graduation. His attitude was, “A diploma’s not that important; life’s experiences are.” But to my surprise, he really looked forward to it and arranged to have a big party for our friends after the ceremony. There he presented a beautiful red Corvair, my first car.

On the big night he was like a proud parent. Nervous about what he should wear to the ceremony, he finally settled on a dark blue suit, and I put on my navy blue gown. I couldn’t possibly keep the cap on over that mass of teased hair.

Matt had a limo waiting for us out front. But there was one problem: I did not want him to come to the actual ceremony. It would attract a lot of attention, and all eyes would be focused on him instead of the graduating seniors.

Finally I worked up enough courage to ask him to wait outside, and explained why. Smiling his funny little grin, the one that came to his lips when he was hurt or upset, he agreed without hesitation. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he said. “I won’t come in. I’ll just be outside in the car waiting for you. That way I’ll kinda be there.”

And that was what he did. I accepted my diploma with mixed emotions. I would have loved for him to have been watching, but only I knew what a physical, emotional, and mental strain it had been to get that piece of paper. To me, it represented freedom, freedom to stay out until dawn if I wanted and sleep all day if I wanted. It represented freedom from my school uniform and from the teasing the entourage subjected me to every time they caught me in it trying to sneak past them at Graceland. I was a big girl playing in the big leagues.

As soon as I could get away, I ran outside. In front of the church, Matt and the boys were standing by the long black limo, looking like the Chicago Mafia in their dark glasses and suits, each concealing a.38. Around them a group of nuns were clamoring for Matt’s autograph.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd. This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - so cute🎀

[nicpolin24]

What a shocker. Luke papped all of a sudden out of nowhere at his self confessed daily coffee shop 😳 where he goes every morning for a coffee at the start of the day.....his PR team slowly trying to rehab his image and reintroduce him back into the public eye after his tantrum for people not being happy with his soft launching (but with plausible deniability) of his girlfriend A at the premier of last year's bridgerton. If he goes to SAG she will be there likely trying to get sneaky hugs from the cast while someone films it on the downlow. They will surely be papped walking for coffee together sometime soon to reinforce the soft/flaccid previous attempts to launch themselves as the new posh and becks/beibers in no time at all....

Those pap pics were so staged!!!! His PR team is trying to take a new turn trying to have him pose as cool guy walking the streets of London, he always tried to hide his vaping the last 2 years but I guess they wanted him to look relatable? and SAG is this weekend so its for him to get some attention. I wonder if he has a new PR team because if its the same as last year we all know how they do not know anything about good PR. Yes we should expect a sweet planned pap pic of him and his gf maybe they will pay for LA paps! I am still shocked on how Luke did not use the WT to his benefit, I guess he over estimated his success which lead to a big ego. The amount of attention he got thanks to Netflix during s3 is hard to get again. Let’s wait for the SAGs because it will be drama filled and Luke will get as many “candid” videos with the cast and some more fake pap pics and A will def be there in LA. Since Netflix is the one hosting the SAGs I think Luke will get some attention due to Bridgerton. Prepare for some drama 🤡