#i'm so drained i couldn't think of a better title

[probablyintensemuses]

BED CHEM- A. ARETAS

🎧- Bed Chem: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: After a game of 'Never Have I Ever,' you ask Armando for a simple favor. He complies in the best of ways.

warnings: so much smut, cursing, drinking

a/n: It's Kinktober, I hope you enjoy this. Sluts.

"Alright,' Kelly takes another swig of her beer, calling everyone's attention towards you. "Your turn, sweetheart, never have I ever."

You chuckle, throwing back another shot of amber liquid, rejoicing in its burn on the way down. You took in the living space of Mikes mansion, how all the colors began to mix and swirl, the room titling about half as much as your stomach.

Still, with flushed brown skin, you poured yourself another shot. "Hit me," You hiccupped.

“Never have I ever...’ Kelly slurs, tapping her manicured finger against her chin. She points at you, spitting out, “fucked a man in my car.”

You laugh, picking up your shot glass and throwing it back, shivering at the warmth it brings you.

Kelly squeals and claps. “I knew it! I knew you didn’t go all the way with that guy from the bar last week!”

You hiccup, throwing a fist full of popcorn at her. “Hush!" You shush her.

Waving to the guys--Mike, Marcus, Dorn, and Armando sat on the sofa--who were better equipped at handling their liquor than both you and Kelly, you say, "They'll find out. I don't need Mike disappointed in me."

Mike stands while chuckling, he walks towards you and like a magician playing a trick on a child, he distracts you with one hand patting your shoulder and swipes your shot with the other.

"Hey!" You whine, stumbling to get up.

“I think that’s enough of that.” Mike tosses it into the sink, rinsing it down the drain.

You groan, falling back onto the stack of pillows on the ground, Kelly following suit.

The world spins in slow circles above you and your stomach was spinning.

"Truthfully,"

"Hm?" Kelly hums.

"I've never fucked anyone before."

Kelly shoots up, wide brown eyes boring into your own amber ones, and the room goes deathly silent.

It takes a beat, but eventually Marcus cracks the quiet wide open.

“What do you mean you’ve never fucked anyone?”

“Yeah,’ Mike adds. “If Marcus is getting laid, you damn sure shouldn't be having any problems.

Marcus slaps Mikes chest, earning a laugh out of everyone.

You wave your hand in dismissal. "I'm content with the state of my virginity." You shrug, throwing some popcorn into your mouth while wishing it was a greasy burger.

Dorn scoots close to you, wrapping his heavy arm around your shoulder. "Is it a religious reason, because if it is, I totally understand."

You laugh. "It's not. I just never got there with anyone...I guess."

"I guess?" Mike sucks his teeth. "Girl, when I was your age I was getting all types of action."

You let out a loud groan and roll your eyes as Mikes goes on and on about his never ending playboy era.

"You ain't got to remind us that you were a bad boy, Mike. The proofs right here." Mike says, pointing to Armando.

You look over, watching Armando take another sip of his beer.

You knew Armando was Mikes son, yet no matter how close you felt to Mike, his son was just a part of him you couldn't feel piece together.

Apart of you felt fearful of his rather unpredictable nature, while another part of you, not so deep down, felt hypnotized by him, his demeanor, his attitude, not to mention his face and body. it was all enough to make your core pool with a feeling that could only be declared as one thing--desire.

Pulled into another trance, your eyes cut over and meet Armando's. They are the deepest, hypnotic shade of chocolate brown, hung low and dark. You presume, like everyone else, he too was drunk.

You swallow, taking him in, how his muscular arms wrap around the back of the couch like a snake, only enhanced by the black, fitted top he was wearing. How his thick thighs were spread in front of you, giving you full access to his package.

If you were to ever fuck a man, Armando was the type you'd want. A man who was gruff with an eclipse of something kind. A man who could no doubt pick you up, pull em' down, and turn you around.

You hadn't even realized you were practically salivating until Kelly's voice washes over you, cleansing your dirty thoughts away.

"You ready to go?" She says, you hadn't noticed everyone start to clean up, and apparently Armando hadn't either, his silky gaze still lingering on you.

"Oh,' you flush. "I think I better stay behind. I'm supposed to be helping Christine with a friends party tomorrow, anyhow." You say, pushing to stand.

"Alright then,' Kelly extends her arms for a hug. "We'll talk later, okay."

You pat her back, taking in her cherry scent. "Okay, get home safe everyone!"

Everyone says there goodbyes.

"I'm heading up for the night." Mike announces. "Goodnight!"

You dip down to pick up the last of the trash. "Goodnight."

Hands full of garbage you turn, jumping when you see Armando hasn't moved.

You clutch your chest. "Jesus. How long have you been--I thought you went upstairs already."

Armando places his beer down on the marble coffee table. "Wasn't done drinking."

You nod, avoiding his hot gaze. "Well enjoy." You breath, tossing the trash into the garbage. Quickly, you b-line towards the staircase.

"Lo haré."

You pause, hand on the stair railing. "What?"

He chuckles, pushing to stand. You suck in a breath taking in his godly figure as he walks over, the wetness from earlier resurfacing again.

At the staircase, Armando crowds your space, your back to his front. You wouldn't dare face him right now, you were drunk and loose, who knows what you were capable of if you turned around.

Your breath comes in and out in hitches as he swipes your hair to one side of your neck. The heat radiating from him becomes blistering as he leans down, plump lips barely grazing your ear when he whispers, "Disfruté tu historia."

You gasp, craning your neck to the side only to see, like a snake, Armando had already slithered past you with a smirk on his face.

"Have a goodnight." The way he called your name had you melting like butter.

You slide down until your bottom touches the cold steps, hoping it will shew away any nasty feelings you have for your bosses very, very hot son.

Unfortunately, it did nothing. Instead, you pull out your phone googling everything Armando had just said to you. And even though it was only two things, it was enough to carry you upstairs and into a very, gushy sleep.

---

Thunder crashes against your window, jolting you from your sleep.

Your tired blurry eyes look over at the night stand.

It's 3 am.

You've been out cold for at least three hours, the dryness of your throat being a definite tell-tell.

You throw the thick, lavender comforter off yourself, swinging your feet into your house shoes.

You toss on you glasses and sneak out of your room, trying your best to be as quiet as possible as you sneak down to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you fill up your water bottle and quickly head back to the room Christine had assigned you to sleep in for the night.

Thankfully it had an ensuite, because you'd definitely have to pee after all this water you were going to chug.

Taking a swig of your water, movement in the corner of your room captures your attention.

You lower your water bottle, fastening the top and setting it aside. You know your vision is bad, but not this bad.

You shrug it off, kicking off your night shoes.

Another string of thunder, paired with a loud shriek of lighting barrels down on the house, illuminating the corner in which you had just thought you'd seen something.

With the bright light of lightening striking twice, there was no mistake. There was someone there.

But not just anyone. Armando.

You gasps, immediately throwing your arms up and not knowing where to cover first: your exposed cold, hardening nipples or the rounds of your ass exposed in your sleep shorts.

You choose the former, your nipples only straining more against the fabric of your tee shirt the closer Armando gets.

"What are you doing here?" You manage.

You continue to drink him in the closer he gets, his golden skin and abs on full display as he dawns nothing but a pair of grey sweats.

"I heard you get up." He says, his voice gruff with sleep.

"So you followed me?"

Armando shrugs. "¿Eso no está permitido?"

"I don't know what you're saying." You sigh, holding back the moans in your throat at just the scent of him.

Armando steps forward again, the force of his presence pushing you to sit down. "I think you do."

"I--I don't." You sputter.

Armando sucks his teeth, hooking his index finger under your chin. Your eyes lift and meet his.

This angle, you several inches below him, has you pressing your thighs together, keeping the desperate monster who wants to swallow the man before you whole at bay.

"Then I'll help you,' Armando's thumb strokes your chin. "What you said earlier, was that true?"

"What I said earl--," Your eyes narrow than widen.

You swallow. "You mean about?"

Armando chuckles. "Yes, about you not fucking anyone yet."

You squirm, feeling your heat begin to pool again. Your core must be draining all the liquids from your throat because find it hard to reply.

"I'll take that as a yes." Armando plays with the ends of your hair.

You aren't sure if somehow you'd been struck by lighting, but sudden surge of confidence shakes over you.

You stand, still several inches shorter than him. "Is there something you wanted to do about it, Armando?"

He hisses, throwing his head back. "Do you want me to do something about it?" His warm fingers trail your neckline.

You shiver, closing your eyes and pushing into his touch.

Only if you promise to come right on me.

"¿qué?"

Your eyes snap open. "I meant camaraderie, as long as you promise camaraderie."

Armando growls, taking your face in his hands once more. "No you didn't." He says in one breath before taking yours away.

You shudder against him. Then, his palms wrap around the nape of your neck, turning the kiss scolding and fierce. His mouth open and hot.

Armando pulls you in closer by your hips, a surge builds between you, a shared exchange of demand a desire as your mouths rummage, searching for that peak together.

There's a groan, movement, and then you're airborne, Armando's rough hands digging into your back.

You're not sure where Armando takes you until you tear yourself from him entirely, panting as you catch your breath.

"Why'd we come in here?" You question, looking around his room.

"Your rooms too close to Mikes." He says, grappling for you and pulling you close.

"What does that mean?" You question. It doesn't fully register for you until you sink down and straddle his clothed member.

Oh. Oh.

Even strained against two layers of clothes, you could tell Armando was going to be huge issue.

"That was probably best." You pant, grabbing his face and kissing him once more.

Armando pulls at the hem of your shirt, in between kisses he whispers, "Take this off.:"

You're hesitant and don't comply because no matter how hot and needy you are, this is still new to you.

Taking a beat, you pull back. "Maybe we shouldn't."

Armando sits up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" You shake your head. "You're great, it's just...I'm a little nervous."

"We don't have to, I'm sorr--."

You stop him, grabbing his hand. "Don't apologize."

You take a deep breath, shaking off all the doubts allowing yourself to just seep in what the pleasure is and how it could morph.

You were here, in this blistering moment, with Armando. Going further than you ever had with any other man.

That shows that there’s something there, an underlying current that’s got you both pooling with desire for one another after a few drunken glances and intoxicated words.

Maybe it something that couldn’t be put into words, like chemistry.

Bed chem.

Whatever it was, it had you swallowing your fears, trudging past them.

You sit up straighter, locking eyes with predator in front of you. Your heart skips beats like a rabbit just looking into his eyes.

"I want to." You breath.

Armando nods, shifting. He slowly presses you into the mattress, the warmth of his gaze and comforters engulfing you. Yet, you can't help but shiver as he pulls down your sleep shorts, allowing his warm breath to blow over your exposed thighs.

You whimper.

It was finally happening and you were ready to drink in every moment of it.

Armando trails light kisses on the inside of both your thighs. The light touches make you gasp and shiver.

He trails his lips, slick as a cat, towards your heat, placing breathy kisses onto your clit.

You flank, gripping either side of the bed, relishing in every suck, swirl, and spit Armando gives your pussy.

The attention to detail on this man was unwinding you like a doll, so much so, you could feel your climax ramping up.

It starts deep within your core, and with every painting Armando makes with his tongue against your soaking heat, the more you primely unravel.

"Necesito que vengas por mí." Armando groaned, plunging to thick fingers inside of you.

None of his words register with you, all you know is that this mans pleasure is unfurling you and you just want to reach its peak.

Armando pumps faster, you grip his hair and pull him in, smothering him within your walls.

"Fuck, yes!" You moan, arching your back and exposing your hardening nipples to the ceiling. "I'm so close." You cry out.

"Cum for me baby," Armando whimpers.

Like you've been compelled, you do as he says, spilling out on to his beard in a symphony of moans and twitches.

"Shit." You catch your breath. "That was amazing."

Armando licks his swollen lips, his eyes dimmed with desire.

"Tienes un sabor aún mejor del que imaginaba." He groans.

"What does that mean?" You question.

Armando grabs your ankles, yanking you until you're under him.

"I'll show you," He says, smothering you into a kiss, allowing you to taste the sweet-saltiness of your vagina.

"I need more of a demonstration." You say between kisses.

"your wish." Armando pulls off your top, groaning at the sight of your full breast and eager nipples.

He doesn't hesitate to latch his lips onto them, giving them a good suck.

"Fuck." You moan, lowering your hand down to his crotch.

Armando grabs your hand, stopping you from touching further. “No. Not today.” He urges, moving your hands, one by one, up by your head and holding them there.

He continues his delicious assault on your nipples, you never knew your pussy could be this wet with pure want.

Armando unlatches himself, he comes up to face you, hovering above you.

He looks gorgeous in the light. Warm hues of the bedside lamp blend with the crystal moons glow, showing off his dark, sharp features.

You touch his face, trailing your index finger from his sideburns down his jaw and under his chin.

“When?” You say, breathless. “When did you realize you wanted me?”

Armando dips down, placing a slow, firm kiss on your lips. “Since I first saw you.” He admits.

You quiver.

“Are you sure about this?” Armando questions, peeling off his pants, leaving him in nothing but a tight pair of underwear.

You hiss at the sight of his print. “I’m sure.” You swallow.

Armando nods.

You reach up, and together, you peel off the final layer between the both of you.

Instantly, his cock springs to life.

You’ve seen many cocks online, all of them impressive in their own right, but Armando’s was something glorious.

He was large, thick, and veiny, the tip slick with pre-cum. If you had to guess his entire cock was anywhere between eight to eight and a half inches of glorious man.

He couldn’t be more perfect.

You were prepared to take all of it.

Armando moans snap you back to reality.

You Watch eagerly as he jerks himself off a bit. “Should we use a condom?”

You shake your head no. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, princesa.” He hisses, positioning himself atop of you.

Armando gives you one last glance of worry, you bite your lip and watch it melt off his face and burst into something new as he sweeps the tip of his cock against your soaking wet entrance.

You let out a light moan, spreading yourself wider in anticipation for his massive member.

Armando complies, pushing into you slowly, letting you savor ever inch of him.

You had heard the horror stories of girls loosing their virginities. How bloody it would be, how much pain would be involved. So much so that it turned you off from sex for a long time.

That and your parents forcing a pure moral on you created an adult who didn’t know when she’d first get a taste of something so sweet.

But now that you’re here, you could confirm one thing: they were all wrong.

As Armando bottoms you out, his cock buried deep within you, you feel nothing but pleasure.

“Are you okay?” Armando asks.

You moan out, “yes,” giving Armando just what he needs to keep moving.

What begins as slow strokes changes into something much brighter as Armando grips your hips and begins to dig into you.

The room fills with echoes of skin colliding and the sounds of moans.

Your breast bounce on your chest as Armando continues to rails you, hitting spots you never knew was possible.

You squirm, feeling another orgasm building inside of you, it was coming at you like a freight train with no sight of slowing down.

Armando grips your hips, hoisting you up and turning you around.

He pushes your head down and you find your self arched—face down ass up.

He lets out a breathy moan as he slips back inside of you, pounding recklessly into your soaking wet pussy from behind.

“Joder, nena, necesito correrme dentro si tú.” Armando moans.

The language doesn’t seep into you, but by the way his groans are slowing turning into whimpers and how his cock is twitching inside of you, you can tell Armando is close to.

Your walls clench around his cock, milking him, as you orgasm builds closer.

“Fuck,” you moan out. “I’m about to cum.”

“Me too!” Armando groans, slamming into you harder then before.

A few more reckless pumps in and out of your tight little pussy and your spilling all over his cock in shouts and moans. Armando isn’t too far behind you, his twitching cock emptying inside of your warm heat.

“maldita mami.” Armando takes a deep breath, wiping the slick sweat off his forehead.

You twist, out of breath and shaking, falling flat onto your back against the bed.

You watch as Armando heads over to the en suite.

He comes back quickly with a two towels.

Sitting beside you he uses the smaller, damp towel to clean up the mess spilling out of you.

You shiver at his touch as he wraps the large towel around your shoulders.

Taking the opportunity, you kiss him gently. “Thank you.”

Armando smirks. “Anytime, bebé.”

Without warning, Armando scoops you up in his strong arms. He carries you bridal style, walking you over to the shower.

“Now, let’s get you all cleaned up.” He says, kissing your cheek.

You smile into the crook of his neck, wondering just how you were going to tell Kelly that you and Armando Aretas have fucking fantastic bed chem.

[http-paprika]

BLUE / simon riley

my very, very late submission for @glitterypirateduck simon "ghost" riley challenge. this was heavily inspired by the new billie eilish song of the same title because I thought it fit him so well. i used the prompts "face touching", "the heat goes out and it's freezing", and "a confession is made"

simon ghost riley x female reader / 1106 words / contains angst, alcohol, and smoking

WITH every patron that hurried into the bar, cold and snow blew in with them—leaving those even in the darkest corners of the bar chilled and draining down more liquor. The drink spilled through her veins, warm and potent as she waited another hour, shrunk away in the shadows with her cost pulled tight. Simon wasn't coming, she knew better than to keep waiting for him. 

 Finishing her glass of whiskey, she lets it sting her throat the same way the tears in her eyes did. With remorse, she sets the glass down and rises from her chair. Through the crowded bar of happy couples and friends, someone's celebrating a birthday, another girl is sobbing in the corner with her friends trying their best to comfort her. The whole room pulses with life, feelings, love, and hate and she can't seem to find herself amongst the crush of emotions. Dull, apathetic, and removed as she slinks out of the door and into the blue moon night. 

 Winter still holds a fierce grip over Manchester, spilling white flurries in the air as she walks down the quiet streets with a cigarette to warm her from the cold. If he were there, they'd be sharing the smoke and she'd be warmed by the blushed haze that always befell her when their hands brushed exchanging the cigarette. 

 Her hand fumbles with her phone, the bright, blue light warning her of how late it was. But even with the early shift she had in the morning, she loiters along her route imagining he’ll be waiting by her flat like Simon would sometimes do. Giving her the delusion that he cared enough to come looking for her, even if he couldn't be bothered to grab drinks with her. 

 Despite all logic telling her not to bother with a call, she finds the number that she's left a hundred voicemails for. Sounding desperate and pathetic with every call as she tries to convince him into calling her back. 

 “Hi, Simon. It's me… again. I'm just calling to check in, I haven't heard from you in a week and I just want to make sure you're alright. Okay, I'm going to go, I'm at my flat. Call me, please.” The sound of the voicemail being replayed causes her to cringe, maybe he'd never hear it like he never hears the rest. Maybe he's got a new number, that was the type of thing someone as shifty as Simon would do. But she can't find reason in his sudden absence, no foreseen notice of a deployment or mission. No text to tell her he'd be unavailable. Nothing. 

 When she rounds the gate into her apartment complex, she can see in the low light of the second-floor walk, the lone figure waiting in front of her door even though he had the keys. Burly hands shoved into the worn pockets of his jacket with head tilted down as she climbed the stairs to join him. 

 She didn't need to see Simon’s face to know that he was thinking. Always thinking about the past he refused to tell her about. One that she could only dream up, trying to picture what had happened to turn him into the man he was. The man who she desperately tried to get over, but couldn't move on from. 

“I waited for you. It's the third Wednesday of the month, or did you just forget?” She asks, stubbing out the cigarette on the melt railing. The frame creaks as her fist tightens around it in frustration. “Simon?” 

 “Was busy with work, forgot to call.” He shrugs, pushing his hood back and shaking out his dark blond curls. A rough, wartorn face that she'd memorized like the back of her hand. It was so enticing to her, mesmerizing with his pale lashes and dark haunted eyes. The type of man that kept her safe at the bar and kept her up at night in stress. 

 “You're always busy.” She holds back a scoff, knowing arguing never got anywhere with Simon. He'd go silent with every accusation she'd throw, leaving her intimidated and guilty for yelling. Even if she knew he deserved it. 

 “It can't be helped. Times are tough.” Simon responds, his eyes trailing over her as she moves to unlock the flat. Fumbling with the lock like she did with the phone until his hand reached out and steadied her grasp. He leads her into the apartment like it was his own, with an empty place on the coat rack for his jacket, and a spot next to all of her shoes for his boots. An indent left throughout her home for whenever he'd find it in him to return.

 “Would you like a drink?” She asks, still feeling the need to play hostess as if he were a stranger visiting for the first time. At the edge of her seat waiting expectantly for a response and reaction. 

 “Sure.” He shrugs, pulling off the cloth mask as she shuffles into the small kitchen. Tiny enough that when he joins her there's tension as she tries not to bump into him. Pretending like she wasn't up the night before craving the warmth he gave, the firm touch of his hands, when her space heater died. 

 “I am sorry, love. I'll be there next time, I promise.” Simon apologizes, watching as avoids his presence like the plague. She chewed the inside of her cheek, knowing that she'd accept this apology like she'd done before. Knowing full well he never changed, and she’d never ask him to. 

 He reached out, sensing her indifference, and cupped her cheek in his calloused hands. That touch always turned her into mush, clay for him to mold to his will and whims. She knew it was pathetic how easily she swayed for him, knew that her friends always criticized her for being so weak-willed. But how could she possibly say no to him when he always came back, even if it was days late? Wasn’t she better off with him than trying to find someone else to love, wasn’t the heartache worth it? 

“You could do so much better than me, sweet girl. Sometimes I wish you would.” Simon confesses, his voice low and full of regrets. He turns his head down towards her, wrapping her close in his arms, taking the glass of water out of her hand, and setting it down. 

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words form when she realizes she’s just as guilty as him. She’d never change, he’d never change. Together, they’d stay unmoving, frozen in the longest, blue winter.

[violetmuses]

Walk Like This - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Walk Like This - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You've crossed the unexpected patient.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex 🏷

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2024

Designated to work somewhere in Miami this time around, you've hustled throughout various placements after joining that large-scale facility.

While trying to sleep on one rare day off, this unknown number reached this cell phone.

“Hello?” You've hardly woken up by this point and still feel exhausted.

“Rook, I need a big favor.” Cutting your nickname, Detective Mike Lowrey called out of nowhere!

“Mike, what the hell?” You somehow pull thoughts together and sit up in bed, unsure of what's going on.

“Trouble. One of our guys is wounded. I really can't bring him to the hospital, though.” Mike explained.

“Damn. Where are you?” Your heart dropped with each passing moment.

“We're on the porch, but I'm barely holding him up right now.” Mike struggled.

“Hold on!” You ended that conversation and hustled downstairs, genuinely nervous.

The stranger's lifeline just counted down more and more.

When you open the front door, Armando Aretas nearly dropped from Mike's hold.

“Shit!” Knowing so much better, you aid this moment despite holding back questions. “C'mon, Mike. Help me bring him to the couch.”

“Okay.” Mike agreed to help without thinking twice.

______

With James McGrath dead, Miami's AMMO squad returned home, but Aretas couldn't risk public sight while known as this dangerous criminal.

After facing many questions or encountering secrets over time, even Mike took responsibility and now stood as Armando's biological father.

Using First-Aid and grounding other essentials, you knew that Armando's injuries could've worsened if Mike hadn't signaled right away.

“What else do you need, Mike? I can't babysit your son.” Telling the truth, you glared at Lowrey.

“Please look out for him. I can't book hotels for recovery, either.” Mike shook his head.

“Y'all can't go home afterwards? Christine is a physical therapist, too.” You say. Mike married this remarkable person named Christine as well.

“I know, but Armando is better off hiding near strangers.” Mike continued. “Right now, if I stayed in public with him, someone would call…”

“I'm harboring a fugitive and could lose everything.” You gritted anger.

“I'll figure this shit out.” Mike held your shoulders with gloved hands. “You won't get in trouble, all right? I promise.”

“Mike…” You trailed off this response when Armando grumbled from the sofa.

Clenching through pain, Armando woke up this time and sat up while shirtless. Bandages helped the wounds.

“Hey. Take it easy, man. We got this.” Lowrey cautioned his son.

“Who's that?” Revealing slightly accented English, Aretas looked at you, drained.

“One of my friends helped out.” Mike introduced you during terrible circumstances.

“Hi.” Lifting your hand, you offered kindness while greeting Armando. “We've patched you up.”

“Thank you.” Aretas expressed gratitude despite everything.

“Of course.” You still checked this stranger regardless.

Lingering grief and exhaustion pooled his deep brown eyes.

No matter what happens next, you just wanted this man to heal.

****

Sometime later, you've returned home from work and discovered that several cars parked in the driveway.

Even Detective Lowrey's classic Porsche beamed past moonlight, and your thoughts jumbled.

Entering the garage, you opened this following door but almost hopped within seconds:

“Surprise!” Mike Lowrey brightened the kitchen lights, and this AMMO squad cheered to celebrate your birthday.

This adorable cake towered as weapons expert Kelly stood beside tech genius Dorn.

“Thank you, everyone!” You smiled. Even Mike's partner and best friend Marcus Burnett chuckled over dessert.

“Make a wish!” Marcus would offer the plan every year.

Closing your eyes, you kept thoughts private and leaned forward, blowing out candles.

Once you turned around, Armando stood in perfect health wearing this random cap.

“Take off the hat, Armando!” Mike laughed this time, and everyone cheered even louder.

Aretas left the barbershop with this buzz cut and held flowers, opening both arms to embrace you.

Happy endings became real.

[butchboyvi]

song lyrics that remind me of vi and her story 🥊

i wanted to include song that i think could depict her emotions, especially her pitfighter arc in s2. most of these are indie rock/alt rock/post rock songs + some ambient folk, all with very gritty and emotional lyrics. i tried to think of songs that could encapsulate the feeling of despair and loneliness shown in the “nothing to lose” clip with my own personal twist i guess. also i had in mind the latest christian linke interview, where he said that we're going to see a very different version of caitlynn, stripped down of her optimism and hopefulness, and that vi is not going to recognize her anymore, and everything that this is going to entail in their relationship.

shadowboxing - julien baker

i know you were trying to help / but you're only making it worse / tell me that i shouldn't blame myself / but you can't even imagine how badly it hurts / just to think sometimes / how i think almost all the time

so break me down / fold it over your arms / like an unloaded shotgun / dismantled and harmless / even you couldn't manage to pull / the fuse from the back of my head

work out - rainbow kitten surprise

well, there's two sides to a fair fight / and you're the third man out / i was hopeful with a slow hand / and i got gunned down / well you asked me if i could grow up / but i don't know why / for i don't know much, i'm a palm frond / dying on a front porch

sour breath - julien baker

but i shouldn't have built a house in the middle of your chest / plywood boards joined at your breast / splinter in my arm where you rest your head / checking my watch till you come to bed

kiss me goodnight with your sour breath / breaks on my face like a wave of emptiness / and when i talk just taste regret / you're everything i want and i'm all you dread

ringside - julien baker

beat myself until i'm bloody / and i’ll give you a ringside seat / you say that it's embarrassing / i’m sorry that you had to see me like that

so you could either watch me drown / or try to save me while i drag you down / want to fix it but i don't know how

bloodshot - julien baker

middle of the night, all i can see are stars / pulled 'em from my eyes and your ex-lover's arms / throw hook after hook, and if i were you / after all that i did, i'd have done it to me, too

isn't like i did it on purpose / i just forget the second i learned it / everything i get, i deserve / you whisper to me, "don't you like it when it hurts?"

lefty - title fight

bad luck never leaves / your jinx just floats around / like the taste inside your mouth / or the sound when your skull cracks / feel the growing pains / it means you're growing up too fast

sleeping with the lights on - searows

we've been watching different movies / and i've been talking to myself / i’d like to think that you knew me / better than anybody else

i know you're probably standing there / wishing that i wasn't here / you know i'd follow you anywhere / so, do you honestly believe that i would let you disappear?

appointments - julien baker

i think if i ruin this / that i know i can live with it / nothing turns out like i pictured it / maybe the emptiness is just a lesson in canvases / i think if i fail again / that i know you're still listening / maybe it's all gonna turn out alright

good news - julien baker

in the thin air, my ribs creak / like wooden dining chairs when you see me / always scared that every situation ends the same / with a blank stare / me and the tap water circling the sink drain

callous - sasami

i know it's not your fault / you were born with a spoon in your throat / and a gun in your hand and a plan for yourself / i'm not grieving / it's just a matter of time and a matter of what / and you've known since birth what you like / and i'm happy for you until my face is blue

perfecto miserable - king krule

i guess i have to go / and in my silence / it's so menacing / and when i'm left alone / it's so damaging / and in this violence / the walls cave-in / i'm not able to escape it all

cold love - rainbow kitten surprise

chained to a lie, we're the same you and i, we're the same / not the same we hurt differently, but consistent in our pain / equal and equidistant in the way we laugh / to lay bear the weight of our cold love affair / recalling the days where we were, we weren't, we were

putting the dog to sleep - the antlers

unstitch that shit i've sewn / to close up the hole that tore through my skin / well, my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg / tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in

black dog - arlo parks

i'd lick the grief right off your lips / sometimes it seems like you won't survive this / and honestly it's terrifying

famous last words - ethel cain

my lips are still burnt from kissing your face / and feverish forehead, the blood that you waste / i'm tired of this, watching it wash out of you

cementality - king krule

enter my bed through that window / i hit zero / as guiltless loveless sins flow / through me, you threw me / i descend smoothly / my concrete bed beckons / can you hear me?

out getting ribs - king krule

and lay me out across the grey / hours i should have kept at bay / well i had no chance to get away / i can't escape my own escape / even more when it's sweet to the taste / red stairs lead sense astray / i look up and seek for faith

is it really you? - loathe

face away / deal with the pain / your own way / how could they deal with the pain? / i knew / that it was mine too / and you? / is it really you?

baldpate driver - fleshwater

and a year goes by / just as silent as a tear on a face you hide / keep chasing heaven / i'm begging for the ending

nightmares - newdad

i wish you were everything i hate in the world / not the best person in it / don't want to love 'cause then i'll misbehave / don't want to think of you and feel safe / don't want to drown if there's another way / so at the end of the day / i hope you're in my nightmares / 'cause to dream of you is unfair

to rage - daughter

i left the room destroyed / oh, you know me in more ways than that / i split the walls for warmth, i shook your town / i smashed the floors / to rage, my love, back then / well, someone had to

i'd never loved a living thing so much / i was not equipped to just / sit and watch you quit on us

[nestasgalpal]

Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 2 [Nessian smut]

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A/N: Don't mind me, I'm just posting a second part to this a year after because I think I know what I want to do with this fic. It's been a year, so if you want to be removed or added to the tagging list, let me know, I just copied the one I had.

He had played well enough to celebrate the victory and mean it. It had been a great game. Tense, to say the least, but in a good way. The type of tense that pushed Cassian to do better. He was not the captain of the football team, Rhy was, but Cassian had been named MVP of the college league the last two seasons, and he planned on keeping the title this year as well now that graduation time was approaching and the draft peaked on the horizon. Preassure to give his all on the field was always welcomed. And if a certain pretty brunette showed up to watch, even if she was accompanied by some other dude, then his teammates could count on Cassian pushing himself to the limit.

Cassian slurred each syllable when he spoke, even if he wasn't drunk yet. "It's too hot in here, I need some air." Az only nodded. Not that the music being blasted through the speakers would have allowed him to be heard anyway. 

The crowd dancing in Feyre's basement, drinking and making out in the darkest corners of the room, forced him to use his elbows to push people in reaching for the stairs. Circumventing these college students proved as challenging as dodging some of his rivals hours earlier. Cassian tightly secured his red cup as he made his way up. Although Feyre's house was not their most frequent meetup place, Cassian had been in there enough times to know where each room was. To know the basement had a door to the garden behind the house, but if he instead used the stairs, he would find himself in the entry hall at the top.

So he went up, and just as he emerged in the predicted space, the front door was being opened by one of his best friends. Mor gave a squeak and jumped to hug him. "Congrats on the win, big boy!" Cassian hugged her back, and she had to go on her tiptoes so her arms could reach around his neck. He thanked her with a shit-eating grin. Both knew this had been one of his best games this season.

"Where were you? I was starting to think I would have to drain the keg all by myself." He joked, momentarily postponing his planned trip for this quick chat. 

"The cheer team had a pre-party I couldn't miss." Mor explained. Cassian didn't believed her, though, as most of the cheer team had arrived before him at the party.

"Excuse me." The soft voice behind them was followed by an even softer touch as Gwyneth Berdara slightly pushed his arm.

Only then did Cassian realize Mor and he were blocking the front door. He quickly let go of his friend's waist and took a step back, leaving enough room between the blond cheerleader and himself for Gwyneth to walk out. She did so without a word or a second look at them. The sudden panic taking over Cassian was enough to block the shame he should have felt instead. He saw the redhead reach for her phone as soon as she stepped outside, right before the door closed behind her. His widen his eyes went back to his friend, who seemed oblivious to the gravity of what had just happened. Only then did he notice who the varsity jacket Mor was wearing belonged to. A siren went off inside his head. Shit. Cassian hadn't noticed she was wearing his name and number. He had assumed it belonged to whatever player she had been screwing before coming to the party.

Surely Gwyn had noticed as well.

Shit.

"It that my jacket?" Obviously, it was. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was cold and kept it. Do you want it back?" She offered it, but didn't take it off. She pouted, knowing he would let her keep it. It would be useless to ask for it now, anyway.

"I thought you gave it to Nesta. Like I asked you to." 

How tight had he and Mor been hugging when Gwyn appeared out of thin air? He wasn't sure. He tried to remember if his name on the back of the jacket had been visible to the girl, but soon discovered that he couldn't. A message had probably been sent from Gwyn's phone to Nesta's describing what she thought she had seen. She would be wrong in her assumption, but it kind of made his planned trip to the second floor redundant now, nevertheless.

"She didn't want it, Cass. I promise I offered it to her, and she said she already had a jacket. Now, I don't know if she meant hers or the jacket that guy besides her was wearing."

Cassian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit Mor, you should have told me. I thought she had taken it."

"Hey, don't be upset with me. It's not my fault." She protested, her pouting lips now more exaggerated. "To be honest, I think this was for the best. Please, Cass, I am begging you to put two and two together and realize that she didn't want your name on her back because she simply doesn't want you. Or else, she wouldn't have gone to the game with a date."

His head snapped at that. "So it was a date? How would you know?" Cassian had always trusted Mor's intuition in this area. She understood girls' behavior way better than he did.

Taking the red cup from his hand and sipping from it, Mor rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings, especially not tonight, but Nesta Archeron doesn't give a fuck about football, so if her pretty ass was there, it had to be that guy's idea. And she must like him a lot to agree to the plan. Did she tell you she would be there?" He said no with his head. "And why is that? Because she..." Mor pushed a finger against his chest. "Doesn't. Care. About. You."

Cassian just stood there, unconvinced. He wished Mor had insisted more.

"But I still went up there to their seats and offered, like you asked me to, because I do care about you." She kept going. "As does Rhys. Do you think he would like to find out you are trying to get into Nesta's pants?" She arched an eyebrow. "You know he is not precisely fond of her."

The silence, Cassian hoped, let Mor know he was not in the mood to get deeper into that conversation right now. "Yeah, you are right." He considered taking his cup back, but decided not to. Mor could keep his cup and take it downstairs with her advice and opinions. He had to go up, he was now determined. "Az was asking for you down there." The cheerleader's face lightened when he changed the subject, suddenly reminded that there was, in fact, a party waiting for her in the basement.

"Shall we go?" She offered.

"I was actually looking for a bathroom." Cassian excused himself. "I don't trust the one downstairs." He joked. She didn't push it, she simply gave him another quick hug and headed towards the music.

He gave himself a second to clear his head. To mentally curse himself, Mor and this night that had seemed so full of potential until five minutes ago. The stairs to the second floor of the Archeron's house were right there. I should go to her room, Cassian told himself. To explain myself. And so, with the confidence only a guy like him could have, he resumed his original route towards Nesta Archeron's bedroom.

Unknown territory.

It would be easy for him to pitch himself tonight. Pitching both of them, actually, presents Nesta with the idea of what they could become. In a perfect scenario, Nesta would listen. In the case that Gwyneth had misinformed her of what she thought she had seen in the hall, it might require a little more convincing. But Cassian made his way up, truly believing this would be the night he told Nesta what he wanted.

Loud and clear.

The hallway he ended up in was silent, as if there was no party happening in the basement at that very moment. It was pitch dark, and wanting to be as sneaky as possible, instead of turning on the lights, Cassian used his phone's flashlight to find Nesta's bedroom door. A decorative piece of wood in the shape of a perfect "N" hang from the door. Knowing all the residents of the house except Feyre —downstairs— and Nesta herself —at the other side of the wooden panel— were away, he knocked, not allowing his confidence to slip away.

Yes, Nesta had refused to take his jacket when Mor offered it in his name, but not once had she said no to fucking him. If she knew he was on the other side of the door, she would open it for him. When she didn't answer, Cassian knocked again. "Nes, it's me." He had to wait again, but this time he heard the muffled footsteps getting closer. Then, the door opened, and Cassian's grin returned to his face. "Hey." He leaned on the door, knowing from experience that women found the way his muscles flexed to be sexy.

Nesta's half-closed eyes didn't really react, though. "What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"Were you sleeping?" The question was a courtesy. He could smell in the thick air of the room what she had been up to, despite the open window by the bed. The red eyes were proof as well.

"Yes." She lied. "Did you get lost?" Her sexy lack of patience was amusing and just what he had wanted to be greeted by.

There was soft music playing from her phone on the bed. "I'm almost where I want to be, actually." Cassian said, his eyes wandering through the room behind his girl.

The eye contact that followed was intense. Cassian wouldn't break it, he could stare at her annoyed frown for ages and never get tired. And Nesta wouldn't either, as she simply couldn't stand to lose. She had her hair up in a ponytail that had been perfectly neat maybe an hour ago and now struggled to contain a few pieces of hair that were too short in the front and framed her face. Although Cassian was sure there were a pair of shorts on her legs, they weren't visible under the big t-shirt she used as pajamas. The band logo was unrecognizable after so many trips to the washing machine over the years.

Knowing very few people were allowed to see the perfect Nesta Archeron looking this disheveled, but he was, only filled his chest with excitement. Because not only was he allowed to see it, he was also allowed to take her out of those clothes and make an even bigger mess of her.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

"Until you invite me in." He retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but stepped to the side and opened the door enough for him to enter. He walked to the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen your bedroom." She didn't answer, nor did she address his presence when she walked back to her bed and jumped in. Cassian just stood there, taking in the empty white walls, the blue stripes of her sheets, and the fluffy rug in the middle of the room.

"I hate shoes inside the house." Cassian needn't be told twice. His socks were stark white, and Nesta took notice. Hers were as well. "Matching," she mumbled distractedly.

The only light came from a round lamp by her bed. It was warm and threw yellowy shades across the walls, the bed and her face. She looked relaxed, and Cassian wondered if he had ever seen her like this. So calm and comfortable. He absolutely hadn't. He would remember. Like he remembered the first and only time he had made her laugh out loud —and actually chuckle. Cassian felt like he should have, though. Hadn't he made her feel good in his arms? He had. Six times, no less.

But Nesta hadn't looked this at ease. Almost the opposite, he realized. She had wanted to get out of his embrace as soon as they were done. She always ran from him.

Well, not anymore. Tonight, he would demand she give him more —at least a chance—, or else they would be done forever.

Please, prove them wrong, he begged her. Prove you do care about me.

From the bed, Nesta stretched her arm to open a drawer. "Do you want some?" An untouched joint was offered to him.

"I've been told I am insufferable when I am drunk and high." He joked. Nesta's lips curled up, remembering the moment she spoke those words.

"You really are." She scouted to the side, leaving room for him on the bed. "But you are not drunk, though."

Absolutely not. He needed his mind to be clear for this. Nesta's parted lips were distracting enough. Her smell. The skin of her thigh hot against the back of his hand when he sat down. Their eyes met, and Cassian cursed himself for accepting the silent offer and getting in her bed. This was not what he had come up here for.

Had she not leaned in, Cassian might had found in him the strength to get up again. But she did lean in, and his body followed suit. She kissed him. He kissed her back, and Nesta was quick to make it deeper, to make it hungry and needy. His hand cupping her face was meant to steady them, as surely were Nesta's on his hair. And his arm finding its place around her waist, or her legs now straddling him.

Yes, when his hand left her pretty face and met its double on Nesta's other hip, his goal was to make sure she was comfortably sitting on top of him. The grinding it caused was collateral damage. The seam of his jeans rubbed the right inch on her body, and soon Nesta was moaning in his mouth.

Hadn't she leaned in, Cassian would be standing on the fluffy carpet, pouring his heart out for her. But she did. And so he was now stripping her of her t-shirt and delighting himself in the realization that Nesta had not been wearing any kind of shorts under it. Just some lovely black panties he was quick to pull aside.

"Fuck!" She let out when his fingers pushed inside her. She was soaking wet just from making out.

There was no excuse for that.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded.

With her mouth open in a silent exclamation, Nesta rode his hand like she should be riding his cock. He curled his two fingers inside her, making her tremble. To keep her balance, Nesta's palms came to rest on his chest, supporting her weight. With her arms at her sides and her back arched, Nesta's tits were pushed right to his face. Not wanting to disrespect his host, Cassian's mouth was on them in an instant.

Hadn't she leaned in...

Nesta tried her best to contain her whimpers, and he did his best to steal new ones from her lips. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, now that Nesta was approaching her climax.

"I just want to come." She pleaded. Her gray eyes found his and gave him that look that almost had him coming in his pants. "Please, Cassian, make me come."

"And what do I get?" He teased, freeing her nipples from the pleasure and torture of his tongue on them. She shuddered, probably feeling the cold now that they were wet with his saliva.

Nesta didn't answer, so he had to be tougher on her. She was lost in her thoughts, bouncing on his hand and enjoying the feeling of his thumb on her clit. With his left hand, Cassian halted her movement just so he could slip his right from under her. Nesta whimpered again, but this time it was unsatisfaction what lingered on her pouting lips. An unexpected swat across her butcheeks made her jump slightly. It had taken her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. She knew what would come when she didn't answer him the first time. "What do I get, Nes?" Cassian was getting tired of repeating himself. She knew better. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to see her tits bounce in his face when she felt it and reacted.

Like a cat, Nesta stretched her body and rested it flat on top of his, gaining access to his neck and covering it in kisses. It was Cassian's turn to groan, more so when she nibbled his earlobe, and he practically melted when Nesta's plump lips sought his again. She was such a smooth kisser, so good at it, Cassian almost forgot she was the one supposed to be begging for his touch, not the other way around. He rolled over, pressing her against the bed now, and grabbed her tits with perhaps more force than needed. Not that Nesta ever complained about sex getting a bit rough. He kneaded them and pulled her nipples to his will, enjoying how hard they got against his palms and how she arched her back for more. When her tongue entered his mouth, Cassian knew she was desperate.

"Anything you want." She promised, thinking she knew exactly what he would take as compensation. "You can have me any way you want, but please," A pause to let out a moan right by his ear, "please, make me come."

Cassian was quick enough in taking down his jeans that Nesta didn't complain about his warm body leaving hers. He wasn't quick enough to put on the condom she handed him from the bedside table, though, so Nesta got on her knees in front of him, matching his pose, and started kissing him again whilst he opened the silver square and wrapped himself in the rubber. When he was done, Cassian wasn't able to tell who was hornier. He only knew one second his hands were in Nesta's ass, taking her in the air, so she could wrap her legs around him, and the next he had slammed their bodies against the mattress again and was fucking her for all he was worth.

It would have been great to say she came quickly and repaid the favor by sucking him, but after all that grinding, Cassian was as close to coming as she was. She squeezed him so tightly he stood no chance, and soon they were both panting, Cassian all the way in and Nesta holding on to him like her life depended on it, needing him even closer. When the climax ran through them, Cassian didn't pull out, nor did she urge him to. Instead, her fingertips started dancing through his back. Making circles at first, then more complicated shapes. Something like triangles, then curves, and more sharp angles right after.

Cassian thanked his past self for staying sober tonight, so he was conscious enough to understand the meaning of the lines she drew.

"Come on a date with me." He whispered against her ear.

"No." Her answer came immediately. Not harshly, at least not with the intention to be harsh. She said the wordas a matter of fact. Empty of feeling.

He closed his eyes. Why? Wasn't this what she wanted? For him to be blunt with his expectations? "You said anything I wanted." Cassian reminded her. He didn't move. Their bodies were still tangled over her bed: him inside her, her legs caging his waist, and her arms hugging his neck. How could Nesta reject him while holding him with such care? 

As if she had read his mind, Nesta let go of him completely, and he had no choice but to sit up. Somehow quicker than Cassian had been when he took them out, Nesta gave him his underwear and jeans back for him to put them on. "I meant something like a blowjob and to swallow." Her coarse words hurt his ego more than his feelings. He didn't answer.

Cassian got up and pulled up his pants, then seated himself again and stared at her, a question in his eyes. She could read it—she in fact did—, but didn't answer. Cassian wondered, had she not leaned in, would he have been brave enough to ask her out with the words he had carried from the football field? Would the result have been the same, or was the fact that they always fucked first, talked later what made them go in circles?

"It was a good game. You did good." Her suddenly bringing that up only made things more awkward. 

"Yeah." Cassian would rather leave now than sit through the silence that followed. He stayed, though, waiting for who knows what to happen and fix the atmosphere, to turn it into... what, exactly? She must have felt it too —the lack of appropriate words to end this night.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair. Nesta fixed it, her touch a ghost. He looked at her and demanded an explanation with just a stare. Nesta didn't give him that either.

"You should go down." She told him. There was no sharpness in her tone, and maybe that was her way of saying she was sorry.

Accepting his fate and just wanting to leave on a good note, Cassian raised a teasing eyebrow and eyed what was between her legs.

"Not that." There it was: the eye rolling, the cute annoyance. "I meant downstairs, to the party. They are probably looking for you."

Indeed.

"You are saying a lot of things you don't mean tonight, Nes. It's kind of confusing."

The accusation finally woke her up from the post-orgasm haze. She jumped out of bed, leaving her t-shirt behind, and going for the door. "You are confusing." Her voice told Cassian she meant it.

"I think I've made myself pretty clear, though. Haven't I?" He took his shoes in one hand and followed her.

"Haven't I?" She retorted, turning around to face him. The defiance in her eyes burned bright, giving her an intimidating glow that compensated her lack of a top. Cassian didn't even look at her tits.

She opened the door for him. He closed it before the gap was wide enough for him to go through.

"Would it kill you to give me a chance?" He finally spat. 

"A chance for what, Cassian? What exactly do you expect? To continue with the fucking, but once a week, grab dinner together?" 

"Well, yeah." Cassian still couldn't understand what was so awful about spending time with him outside their bedroom, a small bathroom or an empty classroom. Be seen out in the open, grab her hand and kiss it just because he feels like it. For Nesta to wear his jersey to his games and celebrate with him and his friends afterward. Grab dinner when their schedules allow, and then go home together.

Nesta held his stare, and this time he couldn't read it. Which could only mean she didn't want him to. Cassian sighed.

"Okay, so whatever I want?" He brought up Nesta's sex-induced promise again. "Just give me a reason I can understand." When she opened her mouth, Cassian's finger sealed it again. "If you want a guy to get you drinks at a party, why can't it be me? If you want to hang out with a guy on a Friday night and go watch a game together,  why won't you let it be me? And don't give me an I don't like you, because you clearly do. What is so awful about me that you don't want to even try?"

When she closed her eyes, unable to look into his, Cassian's heart sank, understanding that there was a reason after all.

"I've tried." She confessed. "I've seen what spending time with you is like, and I don't want it." Not only didn't Cassian interrupt her, but he urged her to keep going, curious to see where she was going. "I've been in a room with you and your friends and remember what was said to me for even looking in your direction a little too long." She started counting with her fingers. "I've spent the afternoon with you guys and been completely ignored by every single one, including you, although I was invited to be there. We've had lunch, I've been trapped at one of your dinner parties and on Feyre's birthday, and there is nothing you can possibly offer me in a relationship to make up for how awful I've been treated every single time and how you did nothing to stop it from happening. How stupid do you think I am to sign up for that again?"

Cassian was equal parts offended on his friend's behalf and his own. Had it been anyone else in front of him, he wouldn't have bitten his tongue at the insult to his friends. They had never spoken ill of her to her face or purposefully tried to exclude her. She simply didn't fit in with the group, and that was okay. They could spend time alone.

"If that is what I'm getting myself into..." She corrected herself, saying, "If that is what you can offer me, then I don't want it."

"Don't you think a relationship is a little more complicated than liking my friends or not?"

"I am in Pre-Med, Cassian, I don't have the time for complicated. I want easy. This..." She signaled between the two, "This is easy. And I like it a lot."

It was his time to be cold. "Sorry, but this won't do it for me." Cassian took a step back, putting much-needed physical space between them. "Obviously, I can't be with someone who thinks that about my friends."

She agreed and stepped to the side, making room to open the door for him. "And I can't be with someone who would let their friends say exactly the same things about me." It was the brief silence as the words sank in what pushed her to keep going. "To be honest, and I am not saying this to be hurtful, you don't deserve more."

Cassian only nodded, not necessarily in agreement, not fully differing either. He understood.

"Have a good life, Nes." He just walked away.

[gemini-magic17]

Entanglement Chapter Seven

Waking up in the morning after the night of the celebration left me feeling happy almost excited about what today would bring. Even though Kit was standoffish to me at first I think after the talk we had yesterday everything would turn around for the better. Pulling back the covers I start to get ready for the day. Finishing up what I was doing I walked towards the door about to leave when there was a knock.

"Excuse me, Princess Y/n are you in there", recognizing the voice I opened to met with the face of Prince Airk.

"Hello, I was just about to head out. Is there anything I can do for you", I asked.

"I just wanted to formally introduce myself since we didn't get a chance to talk last night."

"I'm sorry about that. I was preoccupied but that is no excuse for not interacting with you Prince Airk", I said.

"No worries and please you are to be my sister-in-law call me Airk. Titles seem so formal and impersonal don't you think"?

"Yes, I do in fact", smiling at his remark.

"I came to tell you that Kit wanted to go horseback riding with you", he said with sincerity.

"Really, she said that", sounding too eager.

"Yes, she has been looking for you but she couldn't find you. She came to the conclusion that you must still be sleeping from the festivities."

"What can I say about the party it drained me", I laughed and so did he.

"Where did she want me to meet her"?

"Kit wants you to meet her at the entrance of the castle. She said she will already have the horses ready to go."

"Great, thank you", right before I was about to leave I decided to ask Airk the impending question that has been on my mind for a while now.

"Airk, do you mind if I ask you a question? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to", I said nervously looking him in the eye. He seemed a little put off by what I could possibly ask him.

"Who is that girl that Kit is always with", trying not to sound jealous.

"Oh, that's Jade she's been assigned to protect Kit, and have been friends for a long time", he said.

"Oh, ok."

"Why do you ask"?

"It's just that if we are to be married I should know the important people in her life", it wasn't a total lie but most of it was out of asking because of the close relationship those two seem to have.

"Yeah, I guess you are right", looking me up and down as if he knew that its not the real reason for me asking. Changing the subject I told him I better get going.

"I will see you later then Y/n."

"It was nice to meet you Airk", turning to walk off I stopped to ask one more question.

"Hey, Airk."

"Yeah, what is it", he turned around.

"Why did Kit send you to come find me", I asked genuinely curious.

"She didn't I volunteered", He winked at me giving me his signature smile and proceeded to walk off.

From what he just said it's almost as if he was flirting with me but that can't be I am meant to marry his sister. I mean right he wouldn't do that. Remembering that I have to meet Kit I rush to the courtyard and push that interaction with Airk out of my head.

Waiting around for this girl is starting to irritate me. I looked all over for her and she was nowhere to be found. It's almost noon if she is still asleep she is worse than Airk when he was a child. I wish she would just show up already the sooner we do this the sooner it can be over. As if on cue she comes running up to me out of breath.

"I'm sorry I hope didn't keep you waiting long."

"No, not at all Y/n", I said gritting through my teeth.

"I assume my brother found you as he can find anyone in this god forsaken kingdom."

"Yes, he did", she said.

"So, what do you think of him be honest because I know how much of a pain in the ass he can be", I said genuinely curious about what kind of impression Airk left on her especially since I see the way he looks at her.

"He's nice almost cocky and too sure of himself. Your brother and mine would get along just fine", she laughed.

"That sounds like Airk for you."

Making our way to the horses I saddle on Chief, an auburn, strong, and well-trained horse. Y/n saddled the most stubborn horse in the kingdom known as Shadowwing who was as white as the given snow. The name given to her didn't much make sense but Airk did name her when he was a kid so I guess that explains it.

Taking off in the direction of the forest the horses sped up basically making it a competition. Now this could turn out very badly considering Shadowwing does not like to lose EVER. Picking up their speed you could tell that these horses had no intention of stopping soon. Looking over at Y/n she didn't seem to be scared on the contrary, she was all smiles having the time of her life.

Reaching a spot in the forest we stopped without trouble from Shadowwing. It's amazing how Y/n got that horse to do what she wanted. Nobody has been able to do that before and if they tried it would usually follow up with a kick from the horse. Dismounting from our horses we sat down on the ground looking at the world around us. She looked in awe almost as if she was seeing something like this for the first time.

"So, Y/n what is it like in Zemira", I asked trying to make conversation.

"It's beautiful there. The people are gracious, accepting, and caring throughout the Kingdom. It is filled with art, history, and music making it so lively. Then there are our training yards throughout Zemira. If you were to come I am sure you would love it. My brother has trained with only the best knights since he was an itty bitty thing."

"Is that so? Do you train"?

"Well, I used to but there was an accident that caused me to stop", she said twiddling with her thumbs.

"Accidents happen all the time that is what happens when you train. You just brush it off and get back out here."

"Let's just say this particular accident forced my mother's hand into banning me from training again. Plus if I ever did pick up a sword again she would know. She has eyes and ears everywhere in Zemira especially when it comes to her children."

"You can't let that stop you. If I did everything my mother said no to I wouldn't be who I am today", I said not accepting what she had relayed to me.

"I just can't ok. Can you just drop it", she said rather harshly.

"Yeah, sorry didn't mean to upset", damn what the hell happened to make her snap like that.

"It's fine I just don't like talking about it."

The awkward silence filling the air was too much to bear. Then out of nowhere Y/n asked a question I didn't expect for her to ask.

"Kit, what's Jade like", she said.

"I'm sorry what", taken aback.

"It's just you two seem to be attached at the hip and since your brother told me that she is practically your best friend I just wanted to know what she is like that's all."

"Uhh, Jade is great. She is brave, courageous, and strong. The situations we have been in where we have almost been killed and she saved us is something that makes her extraordinary. I have met a lot of people in my life but not someone like Jade", I said smiling.

** Y/n's POV

After her answer, I should've known not to ask that question. It's like people always say don't ask questions you don't want the answer to. I can tell that she cares for her deeply for her which is something that is never going to change. After a while of just sitting and conversing about random things from favorite books to what is the craziest thing you have ever done we decided to head back. Mounting our horses we made quick way to the castle. Not taking long, perhaps fifteen maybe twenty minutes we arrived. Dismounting from Shadowwing I wrapped the handle around a stall door handle and Kit did the same with Chief.

Turning to her I told her that I enjoyed it and that we should do it again.

"Yeah, sounds like fun", she said smiling. I headed back to my room because I was in desperate need of a bath with me smelling like a horse.

The running water filling the tub with almost scorching hot water is what I needed. I started to undress and before I could get the chance to set foot in the water I saw my reflection. Staring back at me were the scars from that horrific day with James even though it was not intentional. Two big scars across my back forever never to be gone. Sinking into the water the sensation of the heat helped with any ache that presented itself. Looking back at what happened I wish to never even think about it. Thinking about the day when I almost died at my brother's hand is something I can't stomach.

[sourbinnie]

title -> antes de morirme pair -> ex!chan x gn!reader genre -> aaaaangst to fluff + non idol!au plot -> one lonely night for two dumb lovers words -> 1881 warnings -> smoking + drinking + drugs mentioned once + cursing lowercase intended

vámonos de aquí para no volver y si volvemos, que sea solo pa' hacerlo llover vámonos de aquí, no quiero esperar el cielo está en algún otro lugar

antes de morirme / c.tangana & rosalia

what was i doing here? i don't know.

i lost track of time when i was being dragged by my friends to this club. i didn't know how to manage my feet as i just kept on walking towards nowhere and expecting to find myself somewhere. i wanted to get out of my house so bad that when jisung brought up this solution, i just put on my shoes and ran with it. now i'm beginning to regret it, i never was the biggest fan of the smell of alcohol or the sweat in people's foreheads as they bumped into each other 'cause this clearly wasn't dancing. everything felt heavy, like there was no air going through my lungs and i felt myself get lost in the place, managing to lose every friend that i brought with me.

i could only hear mumbling, the beat of a track that went on & on but headed nowhere in the background. i kept getting glances of interest approaching my way but none of them were of interest to me. it's like i couldn't even think straight 'cause my mind always went to one person only, the one i was trying so hard to forget. i wanted to head towards the exit as soon as i entered the building but it's like i couldn't find it anymore. i was meant to loose up, i was supposed to have a good time (i wasn't). 

i'm also not the biggest fan of drinking but my feet took me to bar and i started ordering drink after drink. to the point where i had to cut myself off as i checked my phone's time and it was heading towards midnight and i could not stop. felt like an eternity just sitting there and watching people, not even talking to the bartender. in the crowd i counted couples making out, dudes that were drunk as fuck doing embarrassing shit, people smoking inside, all kinds of drugs splattered on the tables and chairs and more crazy shit that i did not dare to look up on google as soon as the night was over, i was better not knowing.

through the smoke and mirrors i found your shadow teasing me. i'm either really drunk or insane if i knew exactly that the shape that was made was you. the worst part is that i was right and i could not stop looking at you. you were insanely gorgeous, all dressed up like it was your party and all fresh & clean, looking your best while i was dying at my worst. 

you didn't look happy though, there was this one dude tugging at your arm. he looked insanely drunk and i was insanely confident in the fact that you did not like him one bit. all the alcohol was drained out of me as soon as i heard you mumble "let go" and it was over. somehow i found jisung & minho staring at me (like i wasn't looking for them all night long) and i just shook my head and pushed everyone out of the way just to head towards you. it was harder than i expected even though i saw you, i could not find it easy to go through so many fucking people. but i managed to do it and the look on your face was telling me that you did not expect me to be here. the guy tried to grab you again, harsher this time and this is when i lost all my self control as i grabbed his arm, pushing it away and giving him a punch in the face. i did not regret it one bit, no is no, not caring if it was too much. he was unconscious on the floor, maybe because of the punch or a mix of the alcohol or whatever, i could not give a single fuck. my focus was on you again and your shocked expression.

"chan what the fuck? i-." no words were coming out of you so i just grabbed your hand and through the crowd, the smell, the fogginess and the sickness of it all, i got you out. maybe i needed to escape the place more than you did since i did cause an absolute scene with horrified looks my way but again i did not give a single shit. "i don't know why you did that but... thank you".

"no problem, he was a douchebag and he deserved it." i said as i remembered that horrified look on you and that was enough to get me mad. the tension was growing again like i did the last time i saw you where all hell broke loose. i did not expect this to be easy, for a conversation to just flow so i just grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my pocket and looked for the lighter. "ah fuck, can't believe i forgot it."

"your lighter? how does this always happen to you?" you said as you chuckled at my clumsiness and reached in your pocket to find your lighter, using it to light up my cig. as soon as you did, you looked me in the eye and grabbed my hand like i did just before. "let's go somewhere else before someone from security finds you dumbass".

i didn't even think about that as we started to walk away, the night still young as i blew the smoke to the cold air. you were tangling your hand with mine and god did it feel so right. i couldn't explain the feeling of being this close again with you but i didn't want anything else right at this moment. it was so wrong to savor the moment while i could right? i knew we wouldn't be together after tonight. you would go home and i would go "home" as i did not like calling it that anymore 'cause you weren't there anymore.

"what have you been up to?" i ask like i don't stalk your social media every day and hope that you come back like a fool. 

"just the usual, tried to get away from the busy college life to end up here." you said sighing and stealing my cigarette, if it was anybody else i would've been mad but if it's you i would give you everything i own. "i hope you've been good, did you finish your album?"

right the one that now is all break up songs 'cause the lovey-dovey ones feel to happy and i'm not content with my life at all. that album...

"i think i'll wait a bit to release it, i'm working on a mixtape to let all my thoughts and feelings out." i said honestly and sadly. man the last thing that i wanted was pity but you could see how miserable i was just by seeing me from a far view. you just nodded and we kept on walking through the park we used to go, you tried to read your books and i played guitar for you to concentrate. it was our own little world and our way to go around things. god remembering hurt but seeing you by my side, it's like you numbed the pain away. "i missed you."

why the fuck did i say that? why did you laugh? it wasn't your usual laugh though, it sounded like a little broken chuckle that you couldn't control. 

"i would be lying if i said that i didn't miss you channie." you said, giving me a tiny smile and for the first time in months, i genuinely smiled back. "it's been really hard without you and i can't say i'm doing super well."

"honestly same." i said as i sat down in a bench and looked up. many city lights flowing but none of them compared to the stars above in the sky. and then again none of them shined as bright as (y/n). you sat down next to me as i looked up and then you did the same. laying your head on my shoulder as we once again held each other's hand. nothing could be better than this even if i became the biggest artist on earth, nothing would compare to the feeling that it is to be with you. "i just... i wish i could go back in time sometimes."

"what would you do?" you asked curiously and i just shrugged like it was obvious. "come on! i wanna hear it chris and maybe i'll let you know if i would do the same."

"i would spend more time with you than ever and appreciate that i had you, that there's nothing better than being with you and knowing that you're mine. i would want to cherish you, love you, accept who you are and not make you feel like the things you're doing or feeling are invalid. i wish i could go back just to say i love you once more and that i could not live without you because it's true, i have not been functioning without you by my side. i wanted to go out and forget you, yet here i am once again being reminded that falling in love with you is the best thing that ever happened to me." 

no words were spoken but the silence was comforting. i needed to let my emotions out, to let you know how i actually feel and not the angry words that i used that night against you. i wanted you to know this for the longest time and here we are once again.

"i could never hate you or forget you even if i tried to. even if i wanted to just do that, my heart will always belong to you and seeing you again, saving me from that creep as cliche as it is, made me realize that you're always gonna be the one to have my back, to defend me, to save me. i don't wanna be without you channie, i love you more than words can describe." you said slowly and softly, every word hitting me and making me realize that we both been fools when we decided to drift apart. trying to get back on my feet when all i needed was you and all you needed was me just makes me know that this is the moment and we should take it.

again the silence was there but this time i leaned in closer and so did you. i cut it off with a simple and light kiss but it suddenly turned desperate as the night shined and we both lost ourselves in the moment. i did not want to drift away from you, i did not want to let you go again but you broke the kiss immediately as you looked at me and laughed, i couldn't help but smile again genuinely.

"take me back?" you asked and i just shook my head because i should be the one asking you that, not you. "i know you wanted to be the one to ask but i did things wrong too channie and i broke us off."

"(y/n)... there's nothing i want more than to have you back."

and then i sealed it again with another kiss.

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie just ended a stream, and was going over the stats for said stream, when his phone set off the group chat notification sound, it was April. She was asking if she could come to the studio to ask about something, specifically with Donnie. She was given the go ahead, and Donnie asked his drone children to help straighten things up.

April showed up a few minutes later. She greeted the drones who went back to playing their games. They're seated in the inflatable chairs that are just always left on the set.

"So April, what can I help you with in our studio today?" Donnie asks while leaning back with a slight squeak.

April lets out a annoyed sigh, "Okay, so even with my stellar resume and Degrees, those jerks at the News wouldn't even give me an Internship! They said they didn't take degrees of my level without a recommendation from 1 or more these 5 random sounding tabloid-y magazines!" She was slowly raising her voice as she talks, while griping something imaginary probably the neck of the person who told her she couldn't work for them.

Donnie just quirks an eyebrow, but doesn't question it. She did also have a long list of being fired for the most random reasons.

"So, what kinda of help do you want? Blackmail on the staff, hacking the channel, draining the guys investments? I can go on." Donnie lists off with a slightly sinister smile.

"As tempting as that is, no." April shakes her head in amusement, she's sure he's just listing this to make her laugh, maybe. "No, I wanted to see if you had anything you can have me do with your companies. Like maybe as a 'Manager' or something?"

Donnie thinks it over for a second, "Well if we made you a manager, it would just be just a title, you wouldn't really be doing anything, plus you want to go into journalism, and acting as a manager won't look that great on your, probably highly edited, resume." He pauses to look over something on his tablet. "I have two possible options for you, one is media management for Genius Built, and Four Turtles Production, it's basically putting together the news we want to release to the public about them, along with helping with event stuff, and two basically option 1, but you do it as a Newscaster in videos that we will upload onto our social media sites. If you want you could use a model to mask your identity, if you don't want to be called the 'PR Girl'."

April looks a bit confused, before thinking it over for a few seconds, "So I either, just edit posts and videos that will be put on the GB and FTP socials, or I do it in mainly a video format like I'm reporting the news, maybe with one of your custom models?"

"Yes, either way it's up to you. These are just the options that I believe would look better for your resume, if you ever want to look for another job." Donnie stats, he hands April the tablet, "Here will be your benefits, though remember that all medical problems will lead you to Leon, therapy to Angelo, you get a personal trainer with Rafa, and I become your financial advisor."

April looks it over the benefits, and figures that agreeing to work for Donnie will be better than one of the other jerks that she could possibly work for. "Alright, let's see how this works out. Better than trying to find work around top side anyway. Do the Dragons get the same benefits?"

"Why, of course! They were a bit weirded out by needed to go to Leon for medical, and got freaked out at Angelo, but not Rafa. I don't know why." He looks like he's contemplating this, but he probably knows why.

"So, you already have a model for me right?"

"About 20 at least, we didn't want to assume which one you want so we made a variety you can choose from, and we can make changes from there!"

"Can I help with Cass and CJs models, or are they already done?"

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Masterpost

I don't think I will actually write posts from April, but after watching a Vtuber news reporter, I couldn't stop thinking "this is how they drag April into what is becoming the family business!" and it fits kinda.

Also writing April was a bit weird, but then again writing any of these guys is weird.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Some like a monkey pilot lore/behind-the-scenes no one asked for because there's a lot and I love this fic with my whole heart...

It's first title was a supersonic man (Don't Stop Me Now by Queen obviously) but I've used this song as Ice's ringtone for Mav in slow down (in a future chapter 6) and it just seemed to suit Mav better

Second title option was (I am) the man in the making, from Number One by Chaz Jankel - Number one is a hard time in the making / Number two is the one plane I'm not taking and I am (I am) / The man in the making / I'll stake (I'll stake) / My claim (my claim) / I'll make (I'll make) / My name (my name) / My love (my love) / My game, my vocation. In the end, I thought it might sound too literal and cliche.

The story was originally supposed to be about Rooster transitioning but without the running away from Jake bit - so sort of like a small AU of this fic - where Jake would still be very dense about stuff and a lot of the breakdowns and emotions would still be in place, but Rooster stayed in Lemoore with Jake and they got married while he was in transition. Jake still had a hard time adjusting even if he personally thought he was adjusting very well - at some point when Jake was on deployment, Bradley's state got bad enough that he still landed in the hospital and Mav and Ice were called and he moved in with them. It's part of life for many trans people (family and loved ones thinking they're supportive while not really and getting better at it only when drastic stuff happen) and it is something that hit me a bit too hard and emotionally, it'd be difficult to write so the story was changed.

First Jake POV deleted scene from earlier chapters (1 or 2?) was him and Coyote talking about the topgun winner with some squad buddies and Jake hearing 'Bradshaw' and going a bit crazy only to get all depressed when he hears it was a dude (in 2016, about a year before the recall), missing finding out about Bradley by a minimal chance

Another deleted scene that was never finished because I emotionally couldn't write it was the bar scene but in Jake's POV, when he meets Bradley for the first time. He and Coyote actually leave the Hard Deck when Bradley starts playing the piano and have a talk about how Jake feels about all this new info. While I get finding out your loved one is trans can be a lot, I personally never would have cared even a bit so it was just emotionally draining to try to express Jake's thought process

There is also a deleted scene of Ice talking to Slider and Sarah (who are married in this fic) about Bradley's hospitalization and the start of his transition (from Ice's POV) -- it concentrates on how bad Bradley's mental health is at that moment and how visible it is to them, as well as the guilt Mav and Ice have for not intervening early. And a scene when they get the call from the hospital (from Mav's POV). Both are not finished and stuck as mostly dialogue.

So far there are also two more deleted scenes: Mav and Ice being at Bradley's first T-shot appointment while he's being taught how to do the injections and a scene where Bradley is at Ice's doc appointment when he finds out about cancer

Chapters 9-15 are post-canon and a bit Jake's POV heavier. He's going to be such a dumbass in them.

This fic might or might not have a sequel about reintroducing Bradley back into the Seresin family. Some readers hopefully realized that Jake's mom wasn't Bradley's fan when he was still female-presenting and certainly isn't after he transitioned. There's a whole lot of drama in that sequel involved, especially about her -- Jake's the youngest sibling (a miracle baby born a few years after his last sister) and has always been babied a bit by his mom and never experienced how bad she could be the same way his sibling had and he'll have to face it along with her awful behavior toward Bradley.

[kichimiangra]

Life update and happy Halloween

So it's been a week of me completely self isolating so I figure it's about time I crawl out of the woodwork to vent about where I've been to make me feel better.

My sibs and I went to a Game con with my brother. Didn't really have fun. apparently it was the year of fucking tall shovey nerds who had no problem shoving my 5'3" ass around like a kick ball but who fucking cares. Immediately had company over for like 4 days after and whether it's good company or not company in general just drains my battery.

As soon as company left my brother threw out his back. It was so bad we almost called an ambulance. While he was down for the count my older sister had already had plans for a vacation to go to NYC Comic Con with her friend and would be gone all week, which left just me and my 90lb mother to handle all the chores of the farm for the week.

During this week my mom went through a bout of depression and insisted she needed more animals to fix it, as she does, so a few new friends were added to the farm family and I participated with my fam in the baton pass relay of walking a pony home 6 miles, and then company came of AGAIN to help out because we couldn't handle it all alone.

In fairness, as stressful as that time was I would do this all again for the next event to have never happened. One week ago from today my goat, my son, Muh Buhbee, Vincent Van Goat passed away...

I don't know how to explain this better... To some people he would be a pet... and to different people that word means different things. To me, Vinny was my son. I was handed this dying baby boy, rejected by his mother and left out in a field in the rain for 2 hours after his birth on a surprisingly chilly June day... The man of the house managed to get him to drink some pasteurized cows milk from his fridge, which he could not digest and immediately had violent diarrhea... He was two hours old... and I took him and held him and woke up every two hours to feed him and begged him to live. And he did. This was my son and all the feelings and attachment that goes with that title. Unfortunately he was a meat goat. A breed only bred to get fat and be slaughtered after a year, not bred and screened for potential health problems later down the line. The vet said that by the time he had shown symptoms it would have been too late and that he was in considerable pain and having minor seizures. The vet assisted him in passing away last Tuesday. I have been emotionally fucked ever since. And when I'm fucked I self isolate. I'm trying to be normal again. Trying to be okay. I'm tired of being sad. But I still am. Before the loss of Vinny some new friends came to live at the farm.

Frida is spicy. Lovey and great with humans. Unfortunately she is telling the other goats that she is the new boss with Vinny gone.

Lily isn't fighting her on that but Daisy is not having it. I think Frida is probably going to win the right to be the new barn boss though.

Despite being good with humans, Frida has completely rejected her own son, Rembrandt and won't let him hang out with the other goats. He has his own group now with the twins

Terra and Luna. Both are sweet girls but Luna is more sociable than Terra. I'm going to try and get back to being the usual freak I am, because self isolating longer than a week is probably not healthy for me. but I'm still sad. I'm still tired. And I still wake up and for a split second fel normal because for that moment I forget that I lost Muh Buhbee.

[unikron-kitten-kat]

Soooo

Since my Slender's are part demon....

Note:: some of these demon attributes are based off a book my mom read. The immortal, human vessels of demons in that book had to do/couldn't do one thing that corresponded to the demon's title. For example, the vessel to the Demon of Lies could never speak truth, lest they experience excruciating pain; the vessel to the demon of lust had to have sex at least once a day, and it could not be with the same person. I forget the side effect. I'm pretty sure it was also pain.

Demon of Lust ;; Sexual Offenderman

Has to have sex at least once a day, as he feeds off the specifc euphoria gained from the activity, otherwise suffers from extreme stomach cramps and feels very hungover

Can create a sort of hypnotic gas from gills along his neck, and spots on his tail

Can manipulate his voice, often filling the room with his rumbly and deep voice

Can hiss

Has bat-appearing wings, and a snake-like tail that is prehensile

Has claws, cuz thats hot

Saliva can drain a person of energy, so bites his victims before dragging them off somewhere, often leading victims and their known ones thinking it was a vampire who took them

Can alter memories, read minds, and telepathically communicate

Can use fire magik, flames being of a purpley-velvet colour, and can manipulate the temperatures, using this to brand his claims

Demon of Vengence ;; Slenderman

Feeds off of vengence, and has to for sustenance

Recruits vengeful spirits or otherwise living creatures to not only feed him, but hunt for more vengeful spirits, often using his recruits to make more

Can use void magik, using the void to mark his recruits with marks to avoid them being taken by other entities

Can manipulate memories to the extreme, able to make targets forget up to a year of time

Can telepathically communicate, his mouth closed up due to not needing to feed of solid foods, but is still useable

Slender Sickness derives from effects his presence has on victims; being that he causes headaches, can manipulate electronic waves, and manipulate one's perception to an extent, causing hallucinations

Negative energies energize him, and he often agrivates his own recruits, albiet discreetly.

Demon of Joy ;; Splendorman

Feeds off the feeling of euphoria or related effects

Uses children to feed, using his many tricks, and even his fair grounds to bring them joy.

Being in the presence of an upset child makes his stomach hurl, making him as though he'd puke. So, he lightens the child's mood.

Effects of his feeding range from feeling very tired to being downright sick.

Has to feed completely twice a day, otherwise becomes angry, rrsulting in more damage than wanted.

Often drawn to depressed teenagers, taking them in to better them and his source of food.

Can create a "laughing gas", doing as uts name suggests, subjects victims to the gas to extreme bouts of joy and laughter

Can manipulate dreams, often turning nightmares into dreams, or morphing blank eyelids into such joyful landscapes

Can use Molten magik, such magik taking on the form of molten light, or "Liquid Sun", if you will. Like it's brothers, he uses the magik to brand 'favorites'

Demon of Ambitons ;; Trenderman

Feeds off ambition, or related emotions

Often feeds off fashion designers or other artists, finding they have more ambition than any humans he has personally come across

Uses ambition and creativity eaten to create its own projects, finding itself drawn to careers and hobbies on the 'harder' side to maintain and explore

Can use Sœ-Deyn magik [Soh - Deen], a rarer magik taking on the form of whispy clouds or violent sparks. Such magik is sought after, often times forcefully.

Sœ-Deyn magik can be used to manipulate one's surroundings to a limited degree, the degree of whicb being reliant on the potency of the individual's magik, and how efficient the wielder is

Uses Sœ-Deyn magik to brand the more ambitious humans it finds, often returning to those few individuals to occasionally feed

Both this one and the Joy Demon are skinnier than their two brethren, evidence of their uneagerness to eat; whether by choice or not is unclear

[farfromhome97]

Born Cursed : The Beginning

Warnings: fighting-blood & 18+

Yukai: The Forest Of Curses & Thieves

I'm going to die if I don't make it out of here, Was all I could think. My legs felt like noodles and my heart would burst at any moment. I had to get away, anywhere but here.

The sound of branches breaking and footsteps, many of them, made me stop causing my eyes to dart among the trees.

"Looks like this wild one is gonna give us troubles, huh boys?"

6 men all clad in raider gear came out of their hiding place among the trees, smirking at me as they closed in.

"If you favor your life, you'll leave me be." I tried my best to make my voice stern, but in the end I still sounded scared.

Barking laughter met my ears making me cringe, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, the men forming a circle around me. Letting my shadows dance in the trees I waited for the man that spoke to come closer.

"Oh yeah boys, we're gonna have lots of fun with this one."

Sighing, I shook my head and cracked my knuckles.

"I warned you."

In an instant the mans head was rolling on the ground, blood splurging from his neck that was completely revealed, the smell of blood making me cringe.

"You bitch! Get her!"

As the men flanked me, I felt another energy, much stronger than these men, noting that when I finished this I would need to run away immediately, not wanting to find out who or what this energy belonged to.

In a matter of minutes, I was covered in blood and flesh, all six men around me beheaded, guts strewn among the grass, limbs hanging from branches in the trees, grimacing as I withdrew my shadows.

Turning to run, a deep voice stopped me.

"That was quite impressive, for a mortal."

Whipping my head in the direction of the voice as I backed up slowly, hoping to distance myself from whatever it was.

What resembled a man, only with 4 arms, 4 eyes, a mask covering half of his face and standing at least 7 feet tall came out of the trees, two hands clasping a dagger and a staff not taking my eyes from them as I backed up.

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already."

Knowing this to be true, I was still cautious, a wolf in sheep's clothing was still a wolf.

"What do you want?"

I followed his figure as he sat down on a fallen tree, my vision blurry but I was still unmoving, watching as a flame came from his hand to light the ground.

"Eat with me, you're going to die if you don't."

As if on cue, I felt my legs give out, collapsing to the forest floor, my vision growing darker as I stared at the unusual man as he heated what looked like stew.

Handing it to me, I drank feeling my energy come back slowly.

Cursed energy in some ways drained you, for me it was the way my body converted food into energy, meaning the more cursed energy I used, the more I needed to eat and vice versa.

With the moments of silence, I stared at the curse in front of me, he was obviously no human, but he was powerful, something I wanted to be.

"I have a proposal. Fight for me. I will help you hone your abilities, keep you fed and sheltered. Better than dying out here, no?"

I took the mans words in, understanding that he was truly right, this forest wasn't kind as I had already found out, and getting out of it was my main priority, and with the promise of food and shelter, I was really in no position to deny his request.

"That is all you wish from me in return is for me to...fight?"

Watching as a smirk grew on the mans handsome face, he crossed his free arms in front of him.

"Yes. That is all. Your cursed technique will be quite useful. I am Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses. You are?"

Hearing the title, my breath caught in my throat. The King?! Of Curses?!

It was a surprise that he hadn't killed me on the spot for even looking at him.

I really couldn't deny him now.

"I am Y/N L/N. Mortal."

Another bark of laughter came my way before hearing Sukuna stand. Walking over to me he held a hand in front of my face.

"Stand, let us go to my home, you will rest there until you are back to health. After, we will begin your training."

Taking his hand, I let him lift me. Standing on shakey legs, I followed the large curse through the forest, letting him take me to my new home.

*One Month Later*

"Yes! Just like that!"

The sound of metal clanking and the smell of smoke filled the air as I sent whip after whip of cursed energy at Sukuna, watching as he blocked them with ease, either using his spear or the fire from his hands.

Either way it was amazing to witness.

After he blocked the last shadow, he stood straight and clapped his hands together, signaling the end of the spar.

"You're getting stronger, Y/N."

Bowing, I thanked him. His praises meant more to me than he probably knew, understanding he was one of few words. When he did speak, it came from a place of truth and authority. As I rose, I was startled to see him standing in front of me, almost taking a step back but stopping myself short.

"I'm going to bathe, My Lord, if you'll excuse me."

I peaked up at the curse, waiting for him to speak again.

"Join me for dinner after you're finished. It's best to have a good meal after a fight."

Giving my promise to be there, I made my way from the dojo to the long corridors of the shrine, taking 3 turns and going down a small flight of steps to a small set of sliding doors, going through them to the bath house, making the bath to my liking, letting the warmth of the water overtake me.

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A/N: Ik we've already been here but I figured this was the best place to start!

Tag list: @m0ch1nut

[littlelambdrgnfly]

Ok since you reblogged that one post I hope you know I reread The Sum of Them for the 3rd time, maybe like a month ago, up until the last chapter and i never finished it cause i didnt want to experience it ending again (if that makes sense), i wish it never ended. I wish they could play baby games forever but its so important it does end because the ending is soo beautiful but so devastating, and it's beautiful because its so devastating, and my heart cant take experiencing that again :'-(

i already sent a message on here saying that your fic was the first fic to make me cry, possibly the first piece of LITERATURE in general to make me cry (i could be wrong but i cant remember any piece before that), and it made me cry 2 times when reading it for the first time. It is truly my favorite piece of McLennon fanfiction, but the only reason i dont fully consider it mine is that if someone were to ask me, it'd be too taboo/freaky to say but its truly one of the most heartfelt and complex ways ive ever seen anyone portray John and Paul while also feeling completely accurate and realistic. My god. And i love so many of your other fics too but The Sum of Them really means so much to me and I cant even say that enough. i wish you could just live as me and be inside my mind to fully grasp how much of an affect it had on me, I dont think i will ever be able to explain it sadly </3. But just know out of every McLennon fic ive ever read (and ive read many), THAT one is my very favorite out of like 100+. The way you characterize them is just so completely different from any other fic ive read and its so intimate and raw and holy shit i dont even have the words. Sorry i know im rambling at this point but I just think about it a lot! Also your fics are the only fics i enjoy anymore, (recent) beatles fics have gone down the drain in my opinion and yours are the only ones i can be satisfied with because, as far as im concerned, anything you write is automatically in-character for them after reading The Sum of Them lol x) thank you so SO much for writing cause it's truly exposed so many of my own desires and hidden , sensitive parts of myself that couldn't be excavated any other way without your work 💖

Dude... this is legitimately one of the best comments I've ever gotten. I wish I could memorize all of this and replay it for myself whenever I'm feeling blue. Thank you so so much, it means the world to me! I think all writers insert their own thoughts and emotions into their work, and I definitely do that in all of mine, but especially The Sum of Them. This fic is basically my wishlist of things I would do with a partner, as well as coming to better terms with my own kinks, so I'm glad it's been able to resonate with people. I'm also glad that I managed to keep John and Paul in character, even if John is crying every other paragraph lmao! I totally get what you're saying about wishing I could experience what you did, I wish I could too. Sometimes I reread my fics with the mindset of someone reading it for the first time, but it's just not the same. I'd give my left tit for more writers on my level or higher who wrote bottom!John or even ABDL fics, I swear. I don't read a lot of fics these days, but I'm usually disappointed whenever I check the Beatles tab. I'm also really really bad at remembering titles and author names, so I never remember what fics that I like! Thank God for bookmarks. I definitely understand not wanting to tell people that this is your favorite fic though, lol! I've been writing Beatles fics for a long time, but I created a new account on AO3 when I started writing these fics. I'm comfortable talking about this stuff, but only with the help of an alternate profile. I'm really really happy to help people explore this side of themselves though-- too often fics like mine are just really gross over-the-top and completely unrealistic portrayals in my opinion, and I guess I wanted to bring something sweeter and more realistic to the table. <3

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his  friend  possessed  the  stubborn  streak  of  a  scholar,  though  he  did  not  expect  that  to  change  even�� with  his  new  title  of  spymaster.  though  declan  had  not  been  looking  to  closely  at  the  other,  but  even  once  glance  showed  the  other's  frustration  as  well  as  the  stress  that  accompanied  such  a  determined.  truly,  though  he  did  fear  for  the  other's  well  being  overall,  that  dax  would  drive  himself  absolutely  mad  incessantly  searching  with  anyone  sort  of  reprieve.  he  hoped  that  their  summer  scholar  was  not  in  a  similar  state  of  mind.  at  one  point  he  had  to  give  a  similar  advice  to  the  day  court  scholar,  he  was  certain  that  ced  would  not  want  any  of  his  inner  circle  members  exhausting  themselves  to  such  a  degree.  the  same  way  this  spymaster's  high  lady  would  not  either.  "if  they  observed  enough  about  you,  as  i  have  i'm  certain  they  would  agree.doyou  know  what  -  it  might  help  you  to  channel  some  of  that  frustration  into  a  book.  i  would  certainly  read  it,  so  would  they."  he  responds  in  like,  but  also  serious  the  same,  as  he  attempted  to  ease  the  other's  mood.  his  words  of  the  gaen  scholars  poor  translation  skills  has  a  short  laugh  fall  from  the  day  lord,  "that  would  explain  why  they  have  nothing  useful  to  share,  though  i'm  sure  we  gathered  that  days  after  the  coronation  and  nothing  came  to  light.  frankly  you  all  have  a  better  shot  at  finding  something  than  the  capital  scholars  at  this  rate.  what  do  you  think  they're  hiding  that  they  could  not  share  if  it  meant  freeing  everyone?"  dec  nodded,  he  would  hope  that  no  high  rulers  were  pressuring  their  scholars,  who  had  already  devoted  their  night  and  day  to  finding  any  answers.  "no  good  high  ruler  would,  especially  considering  they're  own  abilities  have  been  drained.  i'm  glad  to  hear  your  high  lady  isn't  pressuring  you  nor  poppy."  idly  he'd  been  holding  his  brother's  offer  to  speak  to  high  lady  alina  after  ced's  confession  of  his  involvement  with  her,  only  observing  her  from  afar  thus  far.  "perhaps  a  story  that's  been  wiped  from  history?"  he  muses,  it  would  not  be  the  first  time,  records  were  erased,  not  by  the  faes,  then  maybe  mother.  dec  chuckled,  raising  his  gaze  to  the  other  "picky  is  an  understatement  for  you,  my  friend.you're  an  asset  to  your  court,  so  unexpectedly,  I  do  think  you  will  find  something,  small  or  not."

dec  watch  the  spymaster  for  several  moments,  "you  speak  very  highly  of  your  high  ruler,  are  you  two  close?"  he  asks,  but  wouldn't  press  the  other  for  an  answer  if  he  didn't  wish  to  answer,  but  he  very  well  couldn't  tell  the  other  what  he  knew,  simply  because  his  brother  had  asked  to  keep  it  a  secret.  but  he  suspected,  as  a  spymaster,  dax  wasn't  entirely  oblivious  to  the  development  between  the  two  high  rulers.  "i'm  certain,  that  she  and  along  with  a  few  other  high  rulers  can  get  them  to  see  reason."  dec  had  not  travelled  outside  the  solar  courts,  so  he  had  already  made  his  mind  to  visit  summer,  grinning  he  continues,  "you  can  certainly  expect  me  there  for  your  summer  festivities,  only  if  you  agree  to  visit  my  court  during  our  solar  solstice.  the  day  your  will  see  the  sun,  brighter  than  ever."  something  all  of  the  asters  looked  forward  to  every  year,  they  went  all  out  during  their  festivities.  "as  I  suspect,  like  myself,  you  tend  to  get  along  with  most.  I  do  belueve  we  are  rare  of  our  breeds."  after  their  glasses  clink,  dec  takes  a  generous  drink  of  his  own.  "so  what  do  you  think?  good  enough  as  your  summer  wine?"

daxton  wasn't  very  good  at  voicing  his  gratitude  at  times,  but  in  some  matter  of  days  he  would  likely  realize  how  helpful  his  new  friend  had  been  at  intervening  when  he  did.  the  former  scholar  was  already  exhibiting  physical  drawbacks  to  his  stress,  to  his  intense  focus  and  habit  of  burning  everything  he  had  at  once.  he  knew  well  the  dangers  of  the  saying  not  to  burn  a  candle  at  both  ends.  yet,  here  he  was  all  the  same.  a  moment  away  would  help  clear  his  mind,  help  him  come  back  more  focused  and  perhaps  even  achieve  more.  it  would  be  a  good  thing.  "  i'm  sure  a  book  could  be  written  on  mine  depending  who  you  ask.  "  he  jests,  remembering  the  conversion  he'd  had  with  the  winter  spymaster  of  how  he  was  capable  of  being  the  complete  opposite  of  a  gentleman.  did  she  go  away  believing  him  ?  the  jury  was  still  out.  "  i  believe  the  scholars  of  gaea  know  more  than  they  admit,  but  they  also  do  not  translate  the  old  languages  for  shit.  "  he  was  of  the  firm  belief  they  were  idiots,  but  he  was  trying  not  to  say  such  things  aloud  when  the  walls  had  ears  and  while  he  liked  the  day  lord  just  fine,  he  never  fully  trusted  another  so  easily.  he  would,  however,  insult  their  abilities  to  translate  when  they  kept  asking  him  to  do  it  and  thus  leading  to  his  stress  when  offered  only  morsels  of  information  to  go  on.  "  thankfully  my  high  lady  has  not  leaned  on  us  too  greatly  to  find  answers  that  do  not  exist.  even  still,  it's  frustrating  to  feel  as  if  there  is  more  to  story  and  we  simply  aren't  being  allowed  to  read  it.  "  he  would  always  hold  gatekeeping  knowledge  against  those  guilty  of  doing  it.  his  eyes  roll  with  a  slight  chuckle,  "  i'm  sure  some  scholar  may  find  this  information  useful,  i,  however,  am  far  more  picky.  "  he  always  had  been,  impatient  with  understanding  things  and  particular  about  what  he  pieced  together.  "  my  hope  is  that  my  high  lady  can  impress  upon  the  queen  mother  how  important  allowing  others  in  would  be  a  benefit.  "  alina  was  capable  of  many  things,  he  had  all  the  belief  in  the  world  in  her.  "  you  are  welcome  to  be  my  guest  any  time,  it's  the  most  beautiful  around  our  summer  equinox  festival.  "  he  wondered  if  the  day  court  had  anything  similar.  for  all  his  knowledge,  dax  hadn't  really  gone  diving  into  the  specific  celebrations  of  each  court.  "  were  you  to  be  that  type  we  certainly  would  not  get  along  at  all.  "  he  agrees  with  another  small  chuckle.  daxton  takes  the  offered  glass,  shaking  his  head  but  tapping  his  own  against  declan's,  "  to  freedom.  "  he  echoes  before  sipping  at  the  wine.  not  as  good  as  summer,  but  not  horrid.

[quack-and-yellow]

Lost in Translation – Roman Bürki One Shot

Warning: nsfw

For the anons requesting Roman Bürki smut. This is my first so please be gentle. Pun intended. :))))

Huge thanks to @nosequeurlusar for the Spanish translation! :)

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It felt like walking into a dream – and it wasn’t even his wedding. Roman didn’t know how else to describe it. The scene before his eyes was just mesmerizing. All he had to do was take one look, and everything clicked in its right place. A slow song started playing. Fireworks lit up the horizon. A cool evening breeze blew by. His gaze landing on the beautiful woman walking past him. He didn’t notice her at the ceremony earlier or at the pre-wedding party last night. He would have noticed her without a doubt. Ah, but fuck it. It’s not like he should just approach anyone he finds beautiful, right? Some of them should just be admired from afar. But just in case he sees her again…

He nudged Gonzo who was walking beside him with his wife, Jasmin. Julian and Erik followed them. “How do you say, ‘Hello, my name is Roman’ in Spanish?”

“Sorry?” Gonzo said, raising his voice above the pops of the fireworks. 

“The playboy is on the move,” Julian teased, and Erik almost spat out his drink.

Roman ignored the two and repeated the question to Gonzo.

“Hola, me llamo Roman,” Gonzo said promptly.

“Who is she? Where is she?” Erik insisted, his voice louder than Roman would have wanted.

“Shut up,” Roman hissed.

“We’re the only ones speaking German here,” the blond pointed out.

Roman ignored him and kept walking towards their reception table. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Julian to bump right into his hard, broad shoulders.

“What the hell?” Julian said, rubbing his arm.

“T-There’s someone at our table,” Roman said cautiously.

“So? We must be sharing it with someone,” Julian said exasperatedly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Is that her? The brunette in the green dress?” Erik asked, moving his head to get a better view. “I think I’ve seen her before.”

“Oh come on, you always say that about pretty girls,” Julian said.

“Can you give me a second?” Roman told them, and he started dragging his feet towards the table. He stopped as the brunette looked up.

“Hola, me llamo Roman.” The rush of blood in his ears was so loud, he couldn’t even hear himself speak. He was praying he said it correctly.

“Hola, Roman. Soy Isabel. Gusto en conocerte.” Isabel’s nude pink lips spread into a smile.

“Uhh…” Did she say nice to meet you? How do I respond to it? “Sí.” Shit, that doesn’t sound right.

“¿Encantadora ceremonia, cierto? Marc y Melissa forman una pareja muy hermosa. Estoy honrada de haber sido invitada, a pesar de no conocer a nadie más aquí. ¿Dónde están tus compañeros? ¿Es esta tu mesa también?*” Isabel was speaking quite fast and smiling, and Roman’s brain was going haywire from taking in so much of her all at the same time. Her voice. Her smile. Her striking blue eyes. Her tanned skin that perfectly compliments her aqua-colored dress. Her rich brown hair tucked into a low bun, with a few strands framing her face.

Isabel chuckled and squeezed his arm lightly. “I can speak German and English too. And Italian and French. Whichever you prefer.”

Roman laughed, relieved. “S-Sorry… I… That was rude of me.” He sat down beside her and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

“Not at all,” Isabel said politely with a shake of her head. She actually found it charming that he tried.

He felt a smack on his back, making him cringe. He knew he looked stupid and his teammates will give him hell for it.

“Hola,” Julian greeted cheerfully. Beside him, Erik echoed the greeting but in a shy tone. Both of them sat down across Isabel.

“Hola.” Isabel beamed at them. “It seems all from Dortmund are sharing a table. At least I’m no longer alone.”

“You are from Dortmund?” Roman asked, his eyes widening.

“I’m Marc’s and Melissa’s instructor in German. And Mikel’s too.”

“I knew you looked familiar! Mikel showed me your… picture… before…” Erik said, and his voice started to lower when all eyes went to him.

Isabel was surprised but she composed herself and smiled instead. “He did? I didn’t know he have one of me.”

Erik laughed nervously, and Roman glared at him for embarrassing Isabel. An awkward silence took over the table.

“Oh I remember now,” Gonzo spoke up. “Marc mentioned getting an instructor when he moved to Dortmund. He was serious to learn German.”

Isabel nodded, her eyes twinkling. “That’s true! I was quite new to Dortmund that time as well. First, free tickets to home games, and now this.” She motioned at the place with a sigh, followed by a shy laugh. “They are a very nice couple.”

The rest of the table murmured in agreement. Roman loved the dreamy look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe her luck finding herself rubbing elbows with famous people. If only she knew that he’s the one who couldn’t believe his luck meeting her here.

***

Roman stuck by Isabel’s side as the evening unfolded, while the rest of his teammates were… he couldn’t care less. He lost them after having their photos taken at the photo booth. He was still wearing his cat ears.

“I don’t get drunk,” she said proudly, downing her eighth glass of margarita. “Back in uni, I won a drinking contest, and all of the other contestants were guys.”

Roman laughed louder than he intended. He was already lightheaded from his own alcohol consumption. “With margarita, sure.”

Isabel walked up to him and leaned closer. “You don’t believe me?”

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. Her smug look was so hot that it shut him up quickly. And that pout was unforgivable.

Isabel took the cat ears he was wearing and put it on her head. She grinned widely like the Cheshire cat. “I like cats.”

“Me too,” he said, even if he doesn’t. He has Cliff. Sorry, Cliff.

She burst out laughing. “I’m not making any sense. Do you want to get some fresh air?”

“I thought you don’t get drunk,” Roman teased.

“I don’t, but Roman Bürki giving me that look is too much for me,” she teased back and Roman, for the second time that evening, didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully she dragged him across the room without waiting for a response.

The evening was pleasantly warm and quiet. The garden up front was empty except for a few guests smoking and chatting. They walked a bit further from them until they reached the side of the building.

“That’s better,” she said, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

Roman watched her eyelids flutter and her chest move as she took a deep breath. Her loose curls swayed slightly, teasing his fingers to run through it. She looked cute and sexy wearing those cat ears.

“How come you know so many languages?” he blurted out, forcing a few unwarranted thoughts into the back of his head.

Isabel laughed at the randomness of his question. “I grew up here in Barcelona and studied in Germany, where my mother is from. I was already in love with languages so I learned them at an early age. But it also helped that I worked a couple of years in France and Italy. Now I’m a translator and an instructor.” 

“Wow,” Roman said. “So what language do you think in?”

She giggled. “German. Sometimes Spanish.”

“I should probably learn Spanish.”

“Oh yeah? Why?”

Roman took a step closer, locking her in his gaze. “So I would understand what you’re thinking.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow. “Can you read minds?”

“I can.” He brought a hand up to her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

She responded to his touch by biting her bottom lip. “So what am I thinking right now?”

“That I’m attractive,” he answered. “And hot.”

Isabel burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t thinking that.”

He pouted, giving her a wounded look. “Are you sure? Because I –“

The rest of his sentence was muffled as she pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Roman grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her back and forcing a tongue into her sweet, warm mouth. When their tongues touched for the first time, Isabel thought her eyes were about to roll back in her head. She gave him a gentle push on the chest. Roman pulled back and looked down at her with hooded eyes.

“Guess you didn’t see that coming,” she whispered with a cocky smile.

Roman smiled back. “You win.”

It didn’t take long before they were at her hotel room, still kissing and only breaking apart to struggle out of their clothes. Roman quickly stripped off his khaki pants, white button down shirt and boxers and tossed his black bowtie somewhere. Isabel was secretly hoping he would keep it on because he looked sexy and funny. Before she could admire his naked body, he spun her around and shoved her against the door, making her gasp. His arms slipped around her waist as he pushed his erection against her ass. He buried his face in her neck while fumbling with the zipper of her A-line dress. His ragged breath was hot against her ear, and she could feel her core getting wet. He tore off her dress finally, leaving her in her lingerie.

Roman spun her again to face him – gently this time – as he unhooked her bra and lowered her panties while kissing every inch of skin being revealed. He pulled back to take off her hairpins and he watched as her curls cascade down to her chest. The sight of her nipples peeking out of her curls made him swallow hard.

Isabel liked the look on Roman’s face as his gaze trailed over her body, but more than that was the heady sight of his nakedness, all hers tonight.

“So are you going to just stand there?” she said boldly.

Roman smirked as he carried her and kissed her all the way to the bed. He was still kissing her when he lowered her to the bed and whispered, “Let me hear you curse in different languages as I fuck you.”

He licked and sucked one nipple after the other and began kissing his way down her body. Isabel moaned as she ran her hands through his hair. He dragged his mouth across her navel, his beard leaving a prickly trail on her skin that was making her toes curl. He parted her legs and let his mouth slide up her thigh, finally landing on her wet folds.

“Oh god!” Isabel screamed as an intense sensation shot up from that spot. She was holding fistfuls of Roman’s hair as he lapped and licked at her clit.

When he was satisfied, Roman climbed back up her body and pressed his lips against hers. He gripped her hips with both hands and took her unapologetically in one swift thrust. She gasped into his mouth, feeling her muscles tighten around him. He brazenly locked eyes with her as he pushed harder and faster, watching her face contort in ecstasy as she came. He buried his face against her neck as he started to tense, and Isabel tightened her legs around him. He groaned with one final shove, and his body jerked with his release. Roman kept groaning as he stilled himself on top of her. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of her and crashed on the bed breathless and wordless.

Isabel pulled the sheets to cover herself and rolled to face Roman. Every curve of his muscle was glistening with sweat and his hair was disheveled. He looked hot even when spent. When he noticed her staring at him, he propped himself up on his elbow to see her better.

“What are you thinking?” His other hand caressed her cheek tenderly.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Read my mind.”

He grinned cheekily. “Well… It was the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Isabel laughed and rolled to the other direction. “I was thinking in Spanish. And you’re wrong.” But she was lying.

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*Translation: Lovely ceremony, right? Marc and Melissa are a very beautiful couple and I’m honored to be invited, even if I don’t know anyone else here. Where are your teammates? Is this your table too?

[valentine-writes]

Ok ok so new night time employee goes into the daycare, it’s dark and moon attempts to scare them, they jump because jump scare, but just smile at him and start gushing over how cute he is, boops his nose, just soft fluffy first meeting!

i still get a little -ˏˋ starstruck ˊˎ-

↳ ft. moondrop/moon

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: title inspired by starstruck by the scary jokes today!!! :] this is SO SWEET aawuagh.... im not Too Used 2 writing 4 moon but i will 100% do this for u!!!!! ALSO fun little au headcanons coming up soon (੭˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭ SO EXCITED 2 SHOW U ALL THAT ONE TOO <3 anyways!!! here we go!!!!! again, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors might b here sorry </3 a lot of reader dialogue too, IM SO SORRY IF ITZ TOO MANY SPECIFIC WORDZ!!! i usually keep dialogue up to interpretation and open since we don't all talk the same- but i felt like this one needed more- so like. again. vv sorry </3

▸ "the pay better be worth it..." you mumbled to yourself, stepping into the pizzaplex. the last room to check around was the daycare- and while every other location had the lights on, this one didn't

▸ kind of weird. though, this was your first day on the job, something felt wrong. this whole place- it wasn't so bad- but you couldn't help but find that there was a certain feeling that lingered with you as you explored

▸ too dark to see, your hands gripped your flashlight. scanning the area, squinting at your surroundings (and turning with every slight movement that you think you might've spotted in the shadows) you decided that that was enough of this place

▸ that was it. over. now that this was off the list, you could continue patrolling the area outside of the daycare and the other rooms again and-

▸ your flashlight flickers, once- twice- and then turns off. leaving you in complete and total darkness

▸ you smacked the side of your flashlight. it didn't help. you tried pressing its power button, holding it, clicking it repeatedly- also didn't help. real lucky for your flashlight to be so near death- did they never change the batteries in these things? you had barely used it prior to visiting the daycare. when was the last time it was charged?

▸ as you stared down at your flashlight and tried everything that came to mind to get it to turn on, a noise caught your ear. the soft jingling of bells

▸ at first, you considered that maybe, you were hearing things. until you heard it coming even closer. behind you. it was behind you.

▸ you spun around, hitting your flashlight button and lifting it up, only to remember that it was drained. its light flickers pathetically, to the likeness of a sputtering cough, before dying out. you caught only a glimpse of movement before being consumed again into the pitch black

▸ still, that told you enough. you could sense that the thing was quicker. and it was still behind you- you swore you saw it. you knew.

▸ but before anything could be done, or you could say a word, cold metal fingers dug into your shoulders

▸ freezing in place, you slowly looked over. red eyes stared back at you.

▸ startled, you shoved it away, jumping a foot in the air- before blinking at the animatronic curiously.

▸ you had seen this one- rather a poster of a similar looking one. this, decidedly, looked a lot less peaceful and cute. and a lot more creepy.

▸ but maybe it was just the dark? it moved closer, and instead of fending the animatronic off, you neared it too.

▸ "hey. wait." taking the sides of it's faceplate in your hands gently, you squinted at it. the animatronic, in turn, gripped your forearms, as if about to pry you off- but stopped too. silence.

▸ "you're that moon thing... i think." you made out what you could. it was holding surprisingly still, despite the tight grip that continued to hold onto you. your eye caught the tiny hat atop its round head-

▸ and you laughed. you couldn't help it. it had erupted out like you had been holding it forever, and a smile rose on your face. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" you gasped through little bits of stifled giggles. "it even has a little bell attached to it-" you gushed, pulling the moon animatronic's face closer to get a good look

▸ he did not seem very pleased by this. rough words crackled in his voicebox. "leave."

▸ "oh- oh no, wait, i'm-" you couldn't exactly find what to say (admittedly, the little hat was still in your head, the thought threatening to make you giggle again-) so instead, you pried yourself free of his grip, and gestured to your nametag. "this is my job. and it's kinda weird, because no one informed me that the moon animatronic was in the daycare- or that one was even really here."

▸ his head tilted, confused. at this point, he'd probably drag you out the daycare, but you continued. and he- just. listened.

▸ "your design is so cute! nothing like the posters- ...no offence- but still!! so- cute- here, i'll get a closer look if i can just make it to the light switch and-"

▸ "no."

▸ well. that settled that. decidedly, you wouldn't push it. he seemed a little bit aggressive about it. before you could open your mouth to speak again, you watched as the animatronic started floating

▸ oh. well. not without assistance. a wire lifted him up, carrying him into the air.

▸ you called out suddenly, squinting through the dark. "wait, hey- where are you going?" nothing. silence. though, before you turned away, you could hear his voice

▸ "it's past your bedtime..."

▸ moon was weird. did you annoy it? could animatronics be annoyed? what was with the general unfriendliness? you didn't bother asking. besides- your shift was almost over.

▸ the next few times you go to work and check the daycare, its (mostly) lit up. and moon is nowhere to be found

▸ on the days where the lights are off, and it's quieter than usual however. expect company to come sneaking up behind you again, or simply watch you in the darkness with his piercing red eyes.

▸ even if you thought you were alone in the dark of the pizzaplex, moon was always, always waiting for you to come back again.