#i'm the fucking worst at remembering to offer drinks to people who come over

[tojirights]

Prompt “❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜” with alastor :3

Likke reader has been with multiple people but alastor is the first person to make her cum 0.0

prompt: Hii I really like your work! Can you do face sitting with alastor like reader mentions that she wants to sit on alastor face to angel and alastor overhears or angels says outlook to husk while his wasted thank youu

a/n: combining these two prompts!! ^ thinking maybe alastor overhears you talking with angel about your woes and offers to uhhh assist 👀

"the guys down here suck, angel." you sigh, sitting next to angel in the hotel lounge. you crack open your beer and hand him one as well. "yer tellin' me, babe." he chuckles. "whats got ya worked up this tIme?" he hums, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "thats the thing! nothing!" you groan, leaning into his body. "you know how many times i've tried hooking up with someone just for them to bust in 30 seconds and rub my inner thigh?" angel almost chokes on his drink.

"they're the worst. no one down here has been able to make me cum but myself." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink. "who do you want, hm?" angel asks. "maybe i can hook ya up with someone good." he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you. the alcohol is making you feel a little brave, so with a sigh, you let your words free. "y'know who i think about all the time?" angel's eyes widen with interest, anticipation building.

"alastor..." you admit for the first time out loud. angel does choke on his drink this time before he laughs. "bitch! the radio demon?!" he barely contains his cackle. "stop! i mean, have you seen him? god, angel. i'd get down on my knees and bark if he told me to. i wanna sit on his face, hold onto his antlers for support. ughh, he's so hot." you whine into angel's chest, embarrasmemt finally setting in. angel tries to contain himself, but you've never said something so out of pocket but also very relatable.

unbeknownst to you, alastor stands not far behind you, his ears twitching as he listens in. a part of him does feel a tinge of guilt for listening, but you'd be quieter if you didn't want anyone to hear you. "well now, isn't that interesting?" alastor's voice makes you jump, almost tossing your beer straight onto angel. "oh fuck..." angel all but pushes you over in an attempt to get away.

"oh my god. alastor i'm so sorry, i was just-" you scramble to defend yourself, but alastor puts his staff under your chin to raise your eyes to his. "what was that you said about wanting to... sit on my face? about these worthless little demons not knowing how to treat a woman?" the sultry tone in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, which you blame on the alcohol swirling in your gut. you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush this off as alastor teasing you but there's a look in his eyes that tells you he's dead serious. "it's nothing! just venting some frustrations, that's all."

your eyes are a dead giveaway, desire flooding them as you peer up at alastor. "why don't you accompany me to my room for the evening, darling? we wouldn't want these inexperienced fools to try and make a move now, would we?" he extends his hand, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. standing, you let him pull you close. "blow my mind, radio boy." you whisper, watching alastor's eyes darken and his smirk grow. alastor uses the shadows, leading you straight to his room in a mere moment.

your heart rate sky rockets, realization hitting your gut as you start to strip. "how long has it been?" he asks, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bed. "w-what?" you hesistate, watching as alastor ushers you to climb on top of him. "since someone else made you cum?" you swallow, straddling his chest. "i don't even remember al..." alastor's hands come around to grip your ass and pull you forward. with a gasp, you brace yourself on the headboard and then the feeling of alastor's tongue immediately has your brain turning to mush.

it's dizzying, the slide of his tongue up and down your slit was already far better than anything you've experienced in such a long time. "o-oh fuck." your body shudders, barely being able to hold still. alastor's tongue dips passed your entrance, lapping up your juices like a man starving. you already feel that familiar coil in your stomach forming, threatening to snap all over alastor's face. "that's, oh god alastor, that's so good." you moan, gripping tighter on the headboard as your hips start to stutter on their own.

then, you feel alastor's hands on your ass start to push and pull you, forcing your cunt to slide over his tongue. "y-you, i'm gonna-" you can't even think straight, pleasure blinding you to anything else happening in the entire world. alastor hums against your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and that's it, you're cumming hard enough that your vision goes dark and tears well in your eyes.

you're shaking, barely being able to breathe as alastor's tongue runs lazy circles over your still sensitive clit to ride out your orgasm. before you're fully recovered, alastor quickly flips you onto your back and his fingers find your puffy pussy. "you have no idea the honor it is to be the only one to see you like this, my dear. the only one to feel you-" he pauses, pushing two fingers inside your needy cunt so he can hear your sweet moans. "cum. and i will be the only one to continue feeling that. you will cum on my face, my fingers, my cock... anything you please."

the desire burning in your core strengthens once more. not even your own fingers have ever made you cum twice, but alastor is about to pull a second orgasm from you almost completely back to back. "make me cum again." you whine, hips arching further off the bed as his fingers pump in and out slowly. "on your cock, fuck, please fuck me alastor."

alastor chuckles, his free hand unbottoning the front of his pants just enough to free his cock. "how could i deny such a good girl? cum on my cock, my princess." in an instant, alastor's fingers are replaced by the thickness of his cock. the first thrust alone has you teetering on the edge, while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.

your pussy clenches around his girth, pulsing with every sweep of his finger. each thrust of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, his cock filling you like no one else could ever. "y-you, gonna cum again." you cry out, spasms wrecking your body as your second orgasm hits even more intense with the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

alastlor groans, pumping his cock deeper, deeper until he's cumming as well. "such a good girl." he grunts, pushing each thick rope of cum further inside. "you won't ever have to worry about not being taken care of, my dear." he assures, pulling out slowly even as your cunt tries to squeeze him in. "there's plenty more where that came from, rest your pretty little eyes." he coos, pulling a blanket on your tired body.

you just know this is going to be the best sleep pf your fucking life...

[sukoshininja]

Fogged Windows

Keith came as soon as he heard.

He squinted in the darkness, looking for the entrance. The snowfall wasn't making it any easier, the headlights in his old truck flickering. He spotted a blue sign with white "H" and an arrow. He veered right and drove as quick as he dared to the last open parking spot, wheels crunching the snow that had been piling up. Apparently Thursday nights were a popping time. Worst park job of his life, he slammed the door and tripped over the snow in his converse, soaking them. He barely gave it a thought as he jogged to the sliding doors of the building entrance.

The lady at the desk looked like she hadn't had a wink of sleep in a week. He told her who he was here for and after a consulting her computer her face grew somber. She explained as delicately as she could that Lance was in critical condition.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Keith asked, desperately.

She gave him a sad smile. "The doctors will do everything they can. It's their job."

Right. He knew that they weren't supposed to make promises one way or the other. A nurse had explained to him the whys back when Shiro had lost his arm. But the lack of reassurance was killing him.

"Can I see him?"

"At this time only one family member is permitted at a time."

Right. He knew that too was standard for critical care. Back then, he had lied through his teeth and said that he and Shiro were brothers. Luckily, the hospital staff took one look at him and allowed him through. Nevermind that he was Korean and Shiro was Japanese. He didn't think the same trick would work with Lance.

"Down the hall, there is a waiting room. There's a Keurig. The doctors will give you updates when they can," she said, clearly reciting a line she repeated multiple times a day. She still managed to say it kindly.

Keith gave her a curt nod and followed the hall where she directed.

He heard it before he saw it. It was packed. Given that everyone all shared similar features, he guessed they were family. Given that everyone all had brown skin and blue eyes, he guessed they were Lance's.

He had never met Lance's family. But Lance often talked about how large his family was. Keith had wondered what it was like, to have so many people care about you.

He stood awkwardly in the doorway, looking for an empty seat he could disappear into when a familiar voice spoke behind him.

"Oh, you're here."

He turned to find Hunk, double fisting energy drinks. He offered one to Keith.

Keith shook his head. "Caffeine makes me anxious."

Hunk hugged him.

Keith hugged him back.

"Hunk! So good of you to come," someone said behind him.

"Of course, Mrs. McClain. How is he?" Hunk asked, releasing Keith to turn to a middle-aged woman. She was strikingly beautiful. Of course she was, she must be Lance's mom.

Her teary face contorted with worry. "Bad. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt. Went through the windshield."

Of course he fucking wasn't. No matter how Keith nagged, the idiot never remembered to buckle up until Keith reminded him. He had warned him that one day he would die in a car accident, bleeding out in the street like some isekai protagonist. Lance had laughed as he kissed him and said it was good that Keith was there for him then.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. McClain extended her hand to him. "Who are you?"

Keith took her hand. It was soft, despite the calluses on her fingertips. "I'm Keith. I'm his—" he faltered, catching himself, "...friend."

Lance wasn't out to his family. It never really bothered Keith. Family stuff. It's not like he knew what that was like. But right now it hurt not being able to claim how important her son was to him. Not when things were like this.

She gave him a warm smile, the lines at the corner of her eyes crinkling deeper. "Ah, you must be the one from college. He talks about you."

"That better be for me," Pidge says as they plucked an energy drink from Hunk's hand. "Hey, Mrs. M. Any news?"

She shook her head sadly.

A girl made a beeline for Keith, taking his arm and pulling him into the far corner, away from the majority of the crowd, her eyes sharp behind her glasses.

"You're his boyfriend, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Uh," Keith looked over to Hunk for any sort of sign. He had no idea who this girl was, but Hunk had known Lance since middle school.

"Leave Keith alone, Ronnie." Hunk warned as he weaved his way over to them, lowering his voice. "This isn't the 'met the family' we could have hoped for."

She gave Keith an appraising look. "He's always been a sucker for the pretty ones."

Hunk chuckled in agreement.

"I thought...no one was supposed to know," Keith reeled. Had Lance lied? Why? Did he not want to introduce Keith to his family?

"Oh, don't panic. He never said anything, not to me anyway, but I have fucking eyes," she flipped her bob. "So, do you like him?"

"What?" The directness of the question threw him off.

"Do you like him? Lance throws himself into these things body and soul and sometimes he misses the signs because he's so focused on his own feelings. So if you are just playing with him know that I. Will. Destroy. You." Her eyes were fierce. Keith could feel himself shrinking in on himself from the intensity of her glare.

"Relax, V. Keith was crushing on him way before Lance even noticed his emo ass. It was kind of pathetic really," Pidge said, slinging their arm around Keith. They were quite a bit shorter, and it looked rather awkward.

"Watching them get together gave me cavities," Hunk affirmed.

"I'm Veronica. His big sister," she held out her hand.

He took it. "Keith. Canidate for Lance’s future husband."

Veronica pulled his hand towards her, pulling him in for a hug.

"Positively nauseating," Pidge rolled their eyes.

Veronica held fast and a little too tightly. She was not letting go. "Welcome to the family, Keith," she whispered low enough that only he could hear.

"Hello, McClains?" a woman in a white jacket stepped into the room. "I am afraid I have some heavy news."

* * *

Keith walks out into the cold. But he doesn't feel it. Just like he can't feel his soggy socks or his burning eyes. He's numb to any and all physical sensations. Somehow he finds himself in the cab of his truck. He doesn’t remember getting there. He doesn't know how long he sat there before coming to.

A thin sheet of ice had formed on the windshield. Or maybe his sight is just really blurry. No, that is definitely ice.

The truck starts. His hand is on the key in the ignition. As if his body is on autopilot, moving separately from him. The defroster kicks on and he watches as the ice slowly begins to melt.

He is startled by something moving at his neck. A bead of sweat? It is rather warm in here, he realizes. How long had he been sitting here? No. Not sweat. He touches his face, fingers cold against his cheeks, and it comes away wet. Tears.

Was he crying? Didn't seem possible. You had to feel something to cry. He was just empty. Hollow. A body with no pilot.

The ice melted. The windows fogging up from the heat.

And that's when he saw it.

Fingerprints.

Fingerprints in the windows. It makes him so fucking mad how Lance does — did — that. Drawing on the windows with his finger when he was bored.

The passenger window displays a rather wonky representation of what Keith assumes is supposed to be a dog.

A smily face looks back at him from the review mirror.

And in front of him, on the windshield is a simple scrawled message:

i ♡ u

Something in him breaks. The pieces as sharp and cutting as his cries as he struggles to breathe around his sobs.

Lance is gone.

Lance, the embodiment of sunshine and life, a representation of everything good in this world, no more.

It wasn't right. It couldn't be.

Nothing would ever be right again.

my whumptober masterlist

[captainmalewriter]

Man of her Dreams

Emma had been having strange dreams lately. At first they started as vague feelings that she would forget in the morning. But Emma could tell that they were wet dreams, as she would always wake up horny after having one. She would simply masturabate then go back to bed like normal.

But as the nights went on, her dreams became stronger and stronger until Emma couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore. It was only then that Emma realized there was someone else present in her dreams too. There was a man who had been there since the wet dreams began. Once Emma could interact with him in her dreams, they were free to fuck like wild freaks. She would submit herself to him as he claimed her territory over her body. He was dominant, and she loved him.

But no matter how much they fucked, it was always just a dream. By the time the morning sun came, Emma woke up horny and sexually frustrated, realizing it was all just a dream. But that didn't stop Emma from looking forward to seeing the man of her dreams again the next night.

Then, one night before they could fuck in her dream again, the man stopped mid-makeout and grabbed Emma.

He held her close, and whispered into her ear:

My love, I'm so tired of meeting you like this. I want to touch you, with a real body! You need to bring me to life. Listen closely...

Emma listened closely as the man told her how to bring him to life. She would need to brew a magical potion, then she would need to trick someone into drinking it. Only then could the man come to life outside of her dreams.

The man also had one other naughty request, and Emma smiled as she thought about it. She laid in her bed, motivated and ready to execute the plan. And as she scrolled through her social media feeds that morning, she found the perfect target to use the potion on. Stacy Williams, a nobody from her old high school. Someone that nobody would notice if she miraculously disappeared.

With that thought in mind, Emma kicked the plan into phase one and called her old high school friend to invite her to "catch up again after so many years."

***

...Stacy had gotten a phone call from an unknown number one random day in February. She was working a double shift when the call came in, so she wasn't able to answer. The caller had left a voicemail, and once Stacy got home from work, she listened to the voice recording.

Hey girlie! You might not remember me, but it's Emma from high school! We used to have PE together. I got your number through MyBook. I know this is totally out of the blue but would you be down to hang out with me, Karla, and Skye? They went to high school with us too! I know you're still in town, just like us, so I figured it might be fun to meet up for a casual lunch or something. Just call me back and let me know, ok? Bye!

Stacy wasn't sure what to make of the voicemail. She vaguely remembered Emma's voice, though quite frankly, she wouldn't have remembered any of them if it weren't for her yearbook. Stacy didn't really have an opinion of them. She might worked with some of them for a class project once or twice, but beyond that, Stacy didn't know them.

Stacy continued about her day while she thought about Emma's offer to meet up. The whole proposal just seemed awfully weird to her. But after weighing her options carefully, Stacy realized she wasn't opposed to the idea of catching up on old times with familiar faces. Best case scenario, she'd have a new friend or two she could talk to whenever she was bored. Worst case scenario, she'd get a free lunch and some people to block on MyBook.

In the end, Stacy called back Emma and agreed to meet up. The plan was to meet up at Emma's apartment for brunch. On the day of, Stacy got dressed up in a top and jeans and drove over to Emma's. As she walked up the doorsteps to Emma's apartment, she saw another woman waiting at the front door. Stacy recognized her; her name was Skye and she was wearing a tight dress that complimented her hourglass figure. Suddenly, Stacy felt the need to turn around and leave, but it was too late. Skye heard Stacy walking up, turned to face her, and lit up when she saw her.

"Well if it isn't good ole Stacy Williams, how the fuck are ya!?"

"Um, I'm fine. How are you?"

Stacy held out her hand for a handshake, but Skye went in for a hug instead. It caught Stacy off guard and she reluctantly gave in.

"Aww, aren't you two the sweetest? Already getting along and shit," Emma had opened the door while Skye was still hugging Stacy. "Come on inside, it's too cold to be out right now."

Emma held open the door. Stacy followed Skye inside the quaint apartment. Karla was already inside sitting at the table. She was dressed up as if she was going out to a night club too. Stacy could feel her face get warm as she wondered to herself if she underdressed for the occasion.

All four women took their seat at the table. Emma brought out finger sandwiches and mimosas for everyone. Stacy helped herself to the food while the girls started talking. At first their conversation started with just work gossip, but then they started talking about recent group activities. It forced Stacy into silence as she wasn't able to contribute to the conversation. The more Stacy listened, the more obvious it was that they all already knew each other. They weren't subtle about it either. While Stacy quietly sipped her mimosa, the rest of the women were laughing boisterously, having seemingly forgotten Stacy was even in their presence.

Some time had passed. While Stacy had finished her third mimosa, the rest of the women were still fully engaged in their conversation. After Stacy finished eating one last sandwich, she decided to excuse herself from the brunch. But as soon as Stacy tried to stand up, she felt herself getting light headed. She stumbled, and used the table to catch herself before falling the ground. The girls stopped their conversation to help her.

"Woah woah, are you okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine... Just a little dizzy..." Stacy answered.

"Let's take her to the couch, give her more space to breathe," Karla commanded. She and Skye then helped Stacy over to the couch. Stacy's limbs felt numb and she struggled to walk, even with their support. But as she was led to the couch, Stacy couldn't help but notice that although everyone had a mimosa to their plate, Stacy was the only one to actually drink the cocktail.

Stacy sunk into the couch's cushions. Emma was opening the windows, Skye was getting water, and Karla was holding Stacy's hand for moral support. Stacy felt herself getting warmer and warmer. She tried looking around her surroundings. The room started spinning, and her vision became blurred. She could hear the other women talking to her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying anymore. Her breathing became quicker too. All of her symptoms grew in intensity until she eventually passed out on the couch.

***

The three women exchanged looks between themselves and the passed out Stacy. After a moment of silence, sinister smiles began to spread across their faces. They all looked at each other knowingly. Then, Skye broke the silence.

"I can't believe we actually just pulled that shit off!" Skye said excitedly.

"You're telling me... I can't believe she didn't notice none of us were actually drinking those things. Now, where's this sex god of a man you promised?" Karla asked impatiently.

"Patience, sis, it'll probably take a minute or two for the magic to kick in after passing out." Emma clarified. She looked over Stacy's body, then her eyes grew wide. "Speak of the devil, here comes the transformation now!"

The three women stepped away from the couch as Stacy's body begin to twitch and spasm. She was tossing and turning on the couch as though she were suffering from a nightmare. Stacy was groaning as her body contorted. There was a creaking noise, then Stacy's body began to stretch and grow. She had drunk three glasses full of spiked orange juice, and the magical effects were kicking in all at once.

Mass was added onto her body, causing her slim, womanly figure to balloon into a more masculine torso. As her muscles grew in size, her clothes became too tight and ripped, leaving her transforming body exposed. Her already shoulder length shortened to a mullet. The barely noticeable stubble she had on her face grew in to a full goatee with a goatee. Soon enough, Stacy had transformed into a burly man.

All of the bodily sensations Stacy went through woke her up from her stupor. She looked down at her new body with a face of confusion. She flexed her new biceps, the newfound muscle swelling up.

The three women cheered as they saw Stacy's transformation as it happened. Emma in particular was overjoyed to see the man of her dreams living and breathing in the flesh right in front of her.

"Well, girls? What did I tell y'all?" Emma was proud of her handiwork. Though her pride was short lived, as Karla tapped her on the shoulder. "Hm? What is it?"

"Look down there." Karla pointed at Stacy's groin. The transformation remained incomplete. Although the rest of Stacy's body turning into a man, she still had her vagina.

"Bro, what the fuck!? I thought you said he was hung like a horse!!" Skye yelled in a shrill voice. Her shriek caught Stacy's attention.

"Who's supposed to be hung!? Who am I!? What did you guys do to me!!" Stacy cried out with her original voice. The women were taken back at the sound of Stacy's voice remaining unchanged.

"That's weird... She's still herself... I guess the magic missed her vagina, voice, and her mind." Emma tapped her foot as she pondered what could've gone wrong with the transformation. She hated that Stacy's mind was still intact despite her body no longer belonging to her. She would have to troubleshoot it herself. Emma then straightened her posture and began to walk towards Stacy.

"Well, nothing a little manual labor can't fix." She walked up to Stacy then pushed her down onto the couch, forcing her to lay down. "Come on, ladies, won't you give me a hand with him?"

Stacy watched as she saw the three women exchange knowing looks with one another. Her nerves grew when Emma used her hands to hold her down by the thighs.

"Hey! What are you-"

Stacy was cut off sentence as Emma began going down on her.

"Nrgh... Wh-what are- Stop! I don't- Like women!!"

Emma ignored Stacy's outbursts and continued giving her oral. But the way Emma pleasured Stacy's pussy wasn't the way someone usually would. Instead, she licked until Stacy's clit grew erect. Then, Emma ignored the rest of the vagina and focused solely on the erect clit. Emma sucked on it as though it were a dick, going up and down on it at a fierce pace.

Stacy felt a pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Stacy wanted Emma to stop, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she was having the best time of her life. She was getting a blowjob, just like a man would! Soon her clitoris grew as Emma sucked on it. Her vaginal lips disappeared, leaving two hairy balls heavy with cum in their place. The head of the clit grew out into a proper dick head. Emma noticed it took more effort to suck Stacy off as a veiny 7 inch dick formed, but she gladly met the challenge and deep throated it with ease.

Stacy thought that would be the end of it, but then Skye and Karla joined in too. Skye made out with Stacy while Karla sucked on her massive pecs. Stacy's nipples may had shrunk in size, but they were sensitive to the touch. The warm, wet feel of Karla's mouth sent Stacy into a spiral of amazing feelings.

The three women continued pleasuring the new male body like this for a long while. At first, it was just Stacy receiving all the pleasure. But that soon changed the longer they kept at it. Thanks to the body stimulation the three women gave her, Stacy was no longer Stacy for she had fully transformed into Steven- the sex god of Emma's dreams.

"You like that, babe?" Emma asked in between breathes.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Steven answered in a new baritone voice. "The chicks you brought are hot as fuck too, I knew you wouldn't disappoint." Steven bent down and tongue kissed Emma. "Now keep suckin'."

The three women followed Steven's command. Steven pulled Skye in closer and stuck his tongue inside her mouth. With his free hand, he pushed Emma down on his dick and held her there for as long as she could. They were all moaning like crazy, until Steven got up from the couch. The women were confused, but then they pieced together what was going on as Steven positioned Emma to lay down. He got down on his knees, opened her legs, and proceeded to go down on her.

"Oh fuck...!! Yeah just like that! I've been a bad girl... Fuck me harder!!" Emma moaned.

The roles were flipped after the transformation. Now, instead of the three women using Steven for their pleasure, it was Steven using them for his pleasure. He had no problem asserting his new masculine sexuality over the three women.

And they loved every single moment of it! Emma had delivered on the promise she made to Skye and Karla that they'd have the time of their lives if they helped her bring him to life. Steven had them in rotation between one woman getting fucked hard, one woman getting her tits sucked, and one woman getting her pussy fingered by Steven's godly hands. An hour had passed since Steven took over Stacy's mind and body, and they had all been fucking since. Between one dick loaded with cum and three pussies ready to squirt, they were all covered in a massive quantity of bodily fluids. Wet and sticky after getting drenched with a mixture of men's cum and women's cum, they all gazed at each other as they caught their breath after a long, hard fuck. Emma was the first to break the silence this time.

"Who are you?" she asked the man. He smirked before answering.

"Steven fucking Williams, the one and only!" he flexed his guns while answering too.

Skye squealed when she heard his answer while Emma sighed a breathe of relief. Although they needed to step in to finish the job, they had successfully brought a figment of Emma's imagination. Now they had a man who was more than happy to fulfill their greatest sexual desires.

The three women took a picture with their new boy toy to celebrate the occasion. It was truly the start of a beautiful relationship of never ending horniness between Emma and Steven, and along with Skye and Karla whenever they were in need of a few extra holes too.

[hella1975]

I'm going to my first party next week for my friend's birthday and I'm very nervous because I've never drank before and I'm not sure how to act in general 😭 do you have any advice?

omg i have you covered for this romantic advice im dogshit at but PARTIES i can do okay;

dont do anything you dont want to. i hate to sound like a boring mum type but i hope that if u know my blog enough to send this you at least know that i KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT and also i am not a mum type, so hearing it from me of all people should be a big warning that im speaking facts here. i mean it. if you dont want to drink, dont. if you dont want to stay overnight, dont. if you dont want to kiss someone, DONT. i know it can seem like you HAVE to and you dismiss what adults tell you bc they tend to come from the angle of 'when you're older you wont even remember these things and it will feel silly so you might as well not do it', but genuinely from someone who is still a teenager and remembers these things vividly - it's not a matter of growing out of it; it's a matter of it not being worth it if things go wrong. seriously. you wont be glad of feeling momentarily cool if things take a wrong turn. i get it peer pressure is HORRIBLE, but if you put yourself out of your comfort zone too much you can genuinely wind up in really really terrible situations at a party. ive heard some awful horror stories and some of my own worst memories that i still have to deal with to this day years later stem from parties where i didnt set my boundaries (in an attempt to 'fit in') and people took advantage. so just stick to what YOU want

keep tabs on your friends! mostly bc that'll make you feel safer but also this is generally a good rule to stick by. also make it clear to them that you want them to keep tabs on you too. if you're super nervous, choose the friend you're most comfortable around and just latch onto them for the night. it really eases things just having a familiarity in a new space

'how to act in general' there's no rules! if you want to stay with your friends all night, do it! if you want to meet new people, start a conversation! just do what makes you happy and try not to overthink it

if you do want to drink (and there's nothing wrong with that!) but you've never done it before, then take it slow. dont do more than two shots of ANYTHING at one time, specifically harder spirirts (vodka, tequila, gin, rum). if it feels like it's not hitting you but you know you've drunk enough that it should, DO NOT DRINK MORE. i promise it will hit LMAO. having said that, alcohol typically does hit very quickly, so if after 10/15 mins you still feel the exact same, you should be good. it's very subjective though so listen to what your body is telling you (there's always the bathroom trick; something about sitting down in the bathroom at a party makes you realise very suddenly that you're drunk lmao, i cant explain it)

if someone is offering you an alcohol you've not heard of, it's probably best to check the bottle yourself unless you trust them. if the percentage is higher than 10% then it's reasonably strong, and if it's over 20% then it's strong enough to be taken as a shot. if anyone tries to undersell how strong it is, get the fuck away from them. i dont care if they're joking it's weird and DANGEROUS to lie to people about shit like that. if it's your first time, rather be too sober than too drunk

[purplesurveys]

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What are some tropes/settings/concepts that you like in horror movies/books? Probably psychological, considering my faves include The Shining and Misery. 

Are there any objects that you own because of what they are rather than what you use them for? (For example, having a piano to have a piano rather than to play it or having an Eames chair because it is an Eames chair, etc.) I guess that can generally be said for Apple products? There are so many other tech brands that have the same portfolio and have similar features, but it gives me some sort of sense of pride and achievement being able to afford, say, an iPhone, so that's what I get.

Who do you tend to compare yourself to most often? Is it someone in your life, someone online, or some composite idea of a person? Nobody. I just look out for me.

Stripes or polka dots? Stripes.

Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? Yes, it's okay. For me, it means they're comfy around me, which is always flattering.

How long did your first date last? My mind is a blur when thinking of that, because I've wiped out most of my memories of that person. I have patches of memories here and there, but at this point idk if I'm mixing up the events of one day with another, if I were to try remembering our first date. If that makes sense.

Highlight of your day? We only had a half-day at work today ahead of the All Saints/Souls Day long weekend :) So refreshing to have everyone fade out at exactly 2 PM lol

Is everything working in your house? I know my brother's bedroom light is busted, but I think that'd be it.

Does pop give you energy? Only thing it does is irritate my tongue and throat, so I never drink soda. I never did enjoy the fizzy feeling.

TV show you love with a passion?  Friends!

Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? Sure.

Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes? Hard no.

Last time you went to 7-Eleven? Around three weeks ago to pick up a few mini cartons of Oatside.

A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? CHOWKING. I really cannot find any redeeming factor with them...all the food seems like they were made with an entire cup of oil, their tables are greasy, sometimes the drinks will come with fucking suds. It's gross. All the more baffling that I'm the only one in my family who stays away from Chowking :((

Does everyone in your family have a job? Not my brother, who is still in college.

Going anywhere this weekend? No.

What does it mean when you're being quiet? Literally anything. I'm quiet all the time.

Last person you had a face-to-face conversation with? My sister.

How late did you stay up last night? Around 1 AM.

How many times have you been in love? Once. 

How many years older than you would you date someone? Maybe 1 or 2.

What was the last thing you pinky swore on? Can't recall.

Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? Just 6. I dunno if you'd count that as a lot, but it's enough for us.

About how old was the last person that hit on you? If I had to guess, the guy was probably in his late 20s or early 30s.

What color are your headphones? My earbuds are white.

Is the fan on? No, but the aircon is.

Any special reason why you’re taking this survey? Not really. I've just had it bookmarked for the last couple of months and decided to take it.

Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? 100%. I literally offered to buy one for my best friend yesterday.

If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? No.

[TW: EATING DISORDER] Do you eat a lot of food?  Eh, not really. I skip meals + when I do eat, my appetite is quite small and I have a hard time finishing full meals. I feel full quickly.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? No.

Have you ever had to give someone directions before? I'm terrible at giving and following them. If I get asked, I either say I don't know, or just point them to use Waze haha.

When was the last time you held someone’s hand? Last week when I saw Angela.

What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? Toy Story. 

Which insect do you find the most beautiful? None.

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why?  Uh...hard drugs, I guess? For obvious reasons.

Is there a place that you might call your second home? My college campus.

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without? Nope.

What’s the sweetest thing someone’s done for you? Since 2021, Angela and Hans have given me flowers every year for my birthday because they know how closely I came to dying near my birthday 3 years ago.

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? Tbh, no. I can only recognize my family's own cars.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? S&R's flimsy ass packaging for their sushi and how it's impossible to close.

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on?  I'm not...really seeking forgiveness from anyone.

Who was your first roommate? Never had one.

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? In some angles, I'll look like my brother.

[TW: CHILD/PREGNANCY LOSS] Name three women you know who have lost a child. I can only think of one aunt (my dad's sister-in-law). It was never talked about in the family, understandably, but after some sleuthing on Facebook that was when I learned about my late cousin, Sophia. She would've been around 14-15 today.

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) I was told that I look Thai, when I was in Vietnam. 

What book are you currently reading? A few history books by Ambeth Ocampo. I alternate across them since they're all just collections of history-related essays, anyway. 

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? Probably. I just can't remember any particular one.

Who was your first kiss? My ex.

Who are three of your favorite YouTubers to watch? Sheanner Navarro, Rhett and Link, Jessica Lee.

What do you miss about high school? The innocence and freedom of it all. 

What color was your first car? White. 

What color was the house you grew up in? White, with a red roof.

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? Our house only had one floor.

Does your bedroom have carpet? Nope.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? Seoul, Chicago, Valletta.

Do you get heartburn? I've only had this whenever I've had Double Downs from KFC, lmao.

What are three things you are known for on social media? Yapping about BTS, ranting about work, and posting food photos.

Have you ever used Snapchat? Yeah, but I haven't used it regularly since college – nearly 10 years ago.

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? No really, no.

First celebrity you were obsessed with? Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale haha, because of the HSM craze.

First celebrity crush? Ashley Tisdale.

What was something unique about you as a kid?  My favorite books were almanacs for kids and visual encyclopedias. I've never met anyone who was the same as a kid.

Were you ever goth/emo? No.

Do you want any more piercings? Nope. 

[mooodyblue]

blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit .

WC: 3.4k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI one tiny mention of the colonel, smut, smut and more smut, oral(m.receiving), protected sex(because i finally remembered to write it in this time!), riding, idk im missing tags

notes: based on this, this is my favorite look on elvis like. Ever. he looks so good yall. i'm having like the worst week so i wrote this to cope lol also i know he had two shows that day but for my own purposes he only had a night show. may contain inaccuracies or mistakes as always. enjoy!

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although you loved working at your little newspaper job, it'd been a rough last few weeks. your boss only allowing you to write the most boring articles you'd ever written. local woman celebrates her 100th birthday, it rained yesterday, the price of milk went up by one cent, it wasn't enough. you needed more, a challenge. so when the awful, loud coworker that you hated oh so much got the piece for elvis presley's upcoming show at madison square garden, allowing her to attend the press conference, you were about 5 seconds away from quitting.

"oh, they're definitely fucking." another coworker whispered to you, leaning on your cubicle. you scoffed. "no way, i just think she's good at kissing his ass." you turned your head to the side, watching as she let out a squeal as she hugged your boss tightly. "yeah, if sucking dick counts as kissing ass. you deserved that piece." they said to you, walking away after giving you a slight pat on the back. it was true though, you deserved to write about it. that should have been you screaming and thanking your boss. you put in more effort into your work than she did, it wasn't fair. apparently your other coworkers thought the same, inviting you out to drinks after work. you raised your glass, "here's to hoping somethin' very very bad happens to her-" you slurred. "-so the article goes to me!" everyone laughed and raised their glasses along with you. obviously you didn't want her dead or anything that crazy, just something enough to let your boss hand it over to you.

it was almost as if the gods above you heard your prayers. you had the day of the press conference off and had slept in a few hours later than usual. the phone rang, waking you up from your deep sleep. you answered groggily to your boss who asked if you'd be able to attend in your coworkers place as she'd gotten the flu and could no longer go. you couldn't turn the offer down, it was a dream come true. not only would you be seeing elvis up close and in real life but this piece could have people taking you more seriously. now all you had to do was come up with questions to ask him. this was supposed to be his first large show in new york and you had the honor of being there, you needed to have good questions but you also needed to look good.

after a shower and rushing the office to get your press pass, you finally made it to the hotel for the conference. you'd never been so nervous for anything in your life, you were practically shaking when you showed your pass to get in. there were people everywhere, cameras everywhere all over the floor. you still managed to get a spot near the front, right in front of the table where elvis would be seated. you pulled out your recorder and notepad from your bag. it was such a surreal moment for you. it got more real once his father was brought out , followed by vernon waving and taking a quick seat right as the same man who introduced him announced "mr.presley brought a friend with him!". the room filled with claps and cheers as elvis walked out, smiling and standing proud next to his father, hands on his hips and nodding towards everyone. he looked incredible, wearing the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen that goes well with his tan, the undershirt was gorgeous. a white and blue floral-dotted pattern with the collar up. not to mention the dark blue cape supported by his collar.

"first of all, i plead innocent of all charges!" he joked as he took a seat.

him and vernon took a second to adjust their seating. "we love you elvis!" a woman yelled from the back. "thank you dear, love you too. thank you" he said loud and proud, leaving you melting. elvis was so lovely, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh but always giving everyone a real answer. you hadn't spoken up though, the nerves were getting to you, still starstruck by the fact elvis was right in front of you. you just couldn't get over how handsome he looked, that shade of blue against his tan skin was doing something to you. if you had been sitting down, you'd definitely have to cross your legs or keep your thighs tightly squeezed together. you made the mistake of wearing a skirt as well, everyone else was dressed casually while you were dressed like it was another day at the office. the way he stood up to unbutton his blazer and show off his gold belt definitely made those feelings of yours a lot worse.

a little later into the conference, elvis finally took a glance at you, giving you a soft smile. "you hadn't said a word this whole time, cat got your tongue?" you turned slightly red as his words, truth is, you didn't really know what to ask him. "a-ah-mr.presley, you'll have to excuse me.." you stuttered. "elvis." he corrected. "-elvis, i'm just a little starstruck that's all." he let out a small laugh. "um-so-how are you enjoying new york? has anything caught your eye? you must be very excited to play tonight."

elvis moved his eyes up and down on you, grinning. "oh, something has caught my eye, alright." your mouth dropped, leaving you speechless. "i've been enjoyin' new york, real excited for tonight. it's gonna be a good show."

there were a few more questions, a couple towards vernon along with a few photos being taken. the colonel finally came out, saying they had to wrap it up. you almost felt sad, only keeping your eyes glued to elvis and the suit he was in till he left the room. as you got up, you were quickly approached by someone on his team asking for you to stay behind. your nerves getting the best of you once again, were you in trouble? everyone cleared out, taking their cameras and such out of the room as you stayed behind, taking a seat on the edge of the stage.

"hey darlin', sorry to keep you waiting." if you had turned your head any faster, you could have easily broken your neck. there he was, the most beautiful man to ever walk on this earth, walking towards you with that famous lip curling grin on his face.

you got on your feet, pushing your skirt back down to an appropriate level. "oh my-mr.presley! it's an honor to meet you!" you held your hand out for him to shake, to which he took and placed his lips on the back of your hand. "thought i told you to call me elvis, hon."

"right! sorry, mr-ah-elvis." you replied awkwardly. "what can i do you for?" you asked, trying to not look down at the rest of him. you couldn't help but stare.

"i'm supposed to go back and rehearse for tonight, but i think there's somethin' better i'd like to do instead." he moved his face closer to yours, the smell of his cologne and aftershave filling the inside of your nose.

"and what would that be?"

"why don't you come with me and find out?" he said under his breath. he took your hand and scurried you to his room, trying to avoid more of the press and his manager.

clicking the lock behind him, he began to shimmy off his blazer before you stopped him. "can you leave that on? just for a minute?" he raised an eyebrow at you, pulling you closer to him. "you like the suit mama? saw you eyein' me down in there" he had you pressed against him with his arms around your waist.

"thought you looked so pretty up there," you ran your hand over the soft fabric of his bright blue blazer, adjusting his collar slightly. "matches your eyes."

a shiver went down his spine as you touched him, aching for you more and more. "well, aren't you sweet?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek.

"here's what's gonna happen baby, you're gonna suck me off then you're come to my show tonight and let me fuck you afterwards, sound good?" he explained, your own arousal was growing more and more as you felt him against you.

"yessir." he pulled away from you, chucking the gold plated belt that he had shown off earlier onto the bed then untucking his shirt from his pants. you kneeled down, the rough carpet hard on your knees. you'd definitely be feeling that later. you ran your hand over the swell on his pants and scanned his eyes for permission as you reached for the zipper. "go on, baby."

you unzipped the bright blue pants and carefully dragged them down to his thighs, being met with with his leaking, hard cock. you almost wanted to comment on his choice of wearing no underwear, but the clock was ticking. you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking along the angry, protruding vein on the underside of his cock. you slowly took him in to give your throat time to adjust. taking him all in, he let out a soft groan and placed a hand in your hair.

he watched as you took him in and out of your mouth, fingernails digging into his thighs. "gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours?"

you moaned in response, his cock twitching at the vibration from your noises. he moved his hand to the back of your head, gripping at your hair as he fully thrusted himself in you. you were pretty much swallowing him whole, gagging slightly causing tears to fall from the corners of your eyes. "you should look at yourself hon, lookin' so fucked out. goddamn, you're gorgeous."

your throat relaxed around him, glassy eyes locking into his lust-filled ones as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. "yea baby, just like that." he gasped, throwing his head back as his movements went faster.

"not gonna last--where do you want me?" he shakily asked.

you gave his thighs a squeeze, groaning around him as permission to cum down your throat. the last thing you wanted was for him to ruin and make a mess of that pretty blue suit of his. your noises sent him shooting right down your throat, the taste both salty and sweet, swallowing all of it right up and not missing a single drop.

he panted heavily as you slowly removed him from your mouth, licking his tip one last time before carefully pulling his pants up and shoving him back in. "wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" you said hoarsely, zipping him back up.

he helped you stand back up, gently fixing your skirt for you. "oh, i'm gonna have some fun with you tonight." he teased. "hate to leave you like this but the colonel's gonna be knockin' on my door any minute." he brought his face close to yours, pulling you in again with a arm around your waist. "wanna see you front row, wait after the show and someone will bring you backstage." he said softly. "gonna treat you real good." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting himself on you. "leave five minutes after i leave, got it?"

"yes, mr.presley." you nodded, purposely not calling him elvis just to rile him up. he pulled away, growling slightly. "thought i told you to call me by my name, but i guess you don't wanna listen." he shook his head and opened the door. "brace yourself, little one. watch yourself." elvis warned before leaving and exiting his room, letting the door slam behind him.

you were front and center for his show that night, just as promised. it was hard going home and resisting the urge to touch yourself, to give yourself some sweet relief after the events from earlier. even during the show, you were practically dripping. it wouldn't be a surprise if you'd left the seat a mess. you had to remind yourself that you needed to pay attention to not just how elvis looked that night, but how his performance was. after all, you had an article to write and unfortunately, you can't exactly have 'i gave elvis head and he fucked me later after his concert!' as the headline, although it'd definitely be eye catching. doesn't really roll off the tongue though.

just as elvis said, someone came for you not long after the show, bringing you to elvis's dressing room where he was sitting on the couch in his white jumpsuit with gold stones decorated around it, zipped down past his chest. you muttered a quick thank you as the man shut the door behind you. "lock the door." he said straight away.

"no hello?" you scoffed, doing as he said then standing awkwardly.

"pft. sorry darlin' c'mere, take a seat next to me." he pat the empty side of the couch for you to sit, giving you a soft smile as you took a seat next to him. "enjoy the show?"

"oh, of course. you were amazing!" you replied quickly. "you really do know how to put on a show, mr.presley."

he tsk'ed at you, shaking his head once again at you not calling him by his name. "you really don't listen, do you?"

elvis pulled your legs over to his lap, causing you to slightly lay flat on the couch. "you know, i don't like when people don't listen to me." he lifted up your leg slightly, throwing your shoe off and trailing kisses from your ankle and down your leg then doing the same to the other.

"guess i need to be punished then?" you teased. "oh mr.presley, please don't punish me!"

elvis took in a sharp inhale at your obvious-fake tone, setting down your leg and crawling over you, one knee in between your thighs and touching slightly at the wetness under your skirt. "no underwear, huh? how dirty." he dug his knee deeper, smirking slightly at the small whine coming from you. "so goddamn wet, you're gonna make a mess of the whole couch."

you slowly pushed yourself onto his knee, begging for any sort of friction on your arching core. you pulled him down to you by his collar, kissing him deeply and opening your mouth slightly for him to slip his tongue inside. you ran your hands over his dark-haired chest up and down as you moaned into his mouth, his knee rubbing up and down your folds. "please-"

you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by rubbing yourself against the fabric of his suit, breathing heavily under elvis. he removed his knee, sitting up slightly. "elvis!" you groaned.

"oh, now you wanna say my name?" he ripped your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, running his hands under your bra and gripping your breasts, squeezing them as he placed kisses everywhere. you unhooked your bra, allowing elvis to toss it to the side and bite around your sensitive areas. "fuck!" you shouted. he was definitely leaving marks that you'd have to cover before returning to work tomorrow, there's no way you were going to be explaining how elvis gave you those marks in the first place.

elvis sat up again, pulling down your skirt and throwing it then bending back down, trailing kisses from your breasts to your dripping, wet pussy. he licked up the wetness, tasing your juices before using his fingers to tease at the bundle of nerves. "you touch yourself today?" he asked, giving your clit a slight pinch.

"n-no, saved myself for you." you stuttered, squeezing your thighs slightly around him.

"good." with no warning, he inserted two fingers inside you, the feeling of his long, calloused fingers you saw him use to play his guitar earlier sending you waves of pleasure. he curled them both, moving them in a fast pace before finally hitting deep enough to make you clench around him.

his eyes met yours, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of you. "god, you're beautiful." he pulled his fingers out of you right as you were about to climax again.

you let out a soft whine at the emptiness, "elvis-" he unzipped his jumpsuit, shimmying out of it and allowing his fully-hard cock to slap against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. "i know, baby. hold on."

"need you so bad." you creeped a hand down to touch yourself as you watched elvis undress and tore open a small condom packet.

he slipped it on and swat your hand away. "sorry mamas, can't be too careful." you flashed him a quick smile. "unlike most men." you joked.

elvis laughed in response. "well, i ain't like most men am i?" you shook your head. "hell no."

he let out another throaty laugh, slowly pushing himself inside of you, groaning at the sudden tightness. "god, you feel so good." he let you adjust a moment, not hesitating to look into your eyes for approval to move.

it was a shame this would most likely be the only time you'd ever see him, you adored him. in love with how gentle he was with you. "elvis, fuck me. please."

"just because you said please." he purred, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. you loved the feeling, you felt so full. it had been so long since any man in your life had made you feel this way. he moved faster, pulling you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he kissed you again, breathing and taking you all in. his arms snaked around your waist, enjoying your warm embrace as he fucked you into oblivion. you let out loud moans into his mouth as you continued to kiss him. "oh elvis, elvis-" the position allowed hit against your g-spot again, the feeling more arousing than before. "oh my god, elvis."

his hips moved faster under yours, panting heavily into your ear. "yeah baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream it, c'mon." you pushed him slightly against the armrest of the couch, allowing yourself to bounce up and down on his lap. you were sure everyone outside his dressing room could hear the lewd noises coming from the both of you, but you could tell elvis didn't care. "takin' me so good." he groaned. you felt him suddenly twitch as his thighs tightened, he gripped your hips tightly as he came, sure enough to leave bruises later.

you came shortly after, screaming his name as you tilted your head back, moaning and making noises you never thought you could make. your legs shook as you rode him through your own orgasm, gripping onto elvis for dear life.

"good lord." he panted. you laid yourself on top of elvis to catch your breath, him still inside you. "i don't-" you breathed. "i don't think i've ever orgasmed like that in my whole life." you said in a breathy laugh.

"you and me both." he said, letting out a sigh. "think you can sit up for me?" you slowly got up, your body starting to slowly ache as you got off of him and winced at the emptiness. "think i might have to call off of work tomorrow." you threw yourself back on the couch as he stood up to throw the condom in the trash. "you gonna write a good article on me?" he tied a robe around himself and grabbed an extra one for you before walking to you to clean you up.

"no, i'm gonna write a piece on how terrible you are." he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, tossing the robe beside you. "after all we've been through?" he fake-cried. you slipped the robe on, not bothering to tie it. "oh shut up, you big baby." elvis took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and lighting a cigar in the other. "listen baby, you say what you wanna say. but if you're nice enough, maybe i'll let you see me again."

you did write a good piece of him, mentioning how great he was on stage and how everyone should see him live at least once. but it was the way you wrote about the press conference and the blue suit that had people swooning. and yes, he called you a few days after the article came out.

[hotxcheeto]

Hello !

Since you do write for Caitlyn I hoped to request some poly Caitvi headcanons of them with a s/o who's childhood was tragic/sad so their inner child comes out too often in their adulthood?

Some ideas of their behavior would like: buying toys out of impulse, getting distracted by any bug on their way, making cute outfits for plushies, gets super excited around pets (literally adore them) and when they fuck up is really obvious cause they get all quiet and anxious thinking the worst over little things.

So yeah that's the vibe I'm going for😎.

I'm writing a character and I need some feedback to be honest. Hope you can help me !

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎���𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 / 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader x Caitlyn Kiramman 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, alludes to rough childhood, mentions of arguments and being judged, mentions of fear of doing something wrong, alludes to anxiety, mentions of overthinking, I think that's it?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy hun! I based some of it off my own experiences but it's also 430am rn so I did my best lol! thank you darling! i hope your character writing is going good!

Let's be clear, these two are amazingly great with taking care of you, even before you told them about some of your 'issues' as you used to call them

Caitlyn was the first to notice, once you both began spending a lot more time together

She knew you'd dress up cute, you put in a lot of effort into your appearance and you reminded her of a little shop doll dressed up among the other girl, boy and other dolls she'd seen

It was fun and a bit different from the sophisticated nature that comes with Piltover

Also loves your stuffed animal collection, but maybe not as much as you

She finds it adorable you treat them like your children and Vi, well when it comes to Vi she very much indulges in it

Listens to you when you name each one and tell them both their backstories and go into details about their birthdays

They remember them too

Vi loves you so much though, since you're helping her heal without even realizing

You don't care when she snuggles up under your blankets around your teddy bears and talks to you quietly while Cait makes you all tea to drink

It makes her feel like a child, and you don't mind either because she's listening to you and actually interested in you

Cait tucks you both in after you fell asleep reading a book together with you telling Vi the entire story and Vi finding you very pretty to look at

All cuddled up in her giant bed made to fit the entirety of your plushies she made sure to cuddle you both immediately after

They both always make sure you're comfortable with things as well, getting overwhelmed in public situations isn't new for you

They're very overprotective of you

Especially around other people who notice that sometimes you'll act childish and point out something cool to one of them

Whether it be a pretty butterfly or a street performer you found so awesome you had to tug on Caitlyn's sleeve to show her

Vi doesn't have any of it when someone is rude to you, that's for sure

And Cait focuses her attention to you always and makes sure you're alright at the time

They knows you mean well, even when it can get frustrating and they're trying to focus and you're wanting attention

But they'll never ever tell you because it goes away within a few seconds when they see that smile on your face, and it was like they never felt it at all

You'll bring them things while they're busy and they'll always stop to listen to you go on about whatever topic popped in your head

or to see whatever cool toy or trinket you'd brought home

Vi had accidentally been a bit rude to you one time on accident before and felt awful for it

Did EVERYTHING to make it up to you, and I mean EVERYTHING

She felt so bad

You cried for five minutes before the ice cream she offered became a bit too enticing along with the bear hug she gave you

You forgot about it after honestly but she still thinks about it

Lets you sit on her lap all the time because you like the comfort it brings

It makes you feel small and she holds you nice and tight in her big arms with her head resting on your own

Vi loves to love you and you're so sweet to her it makes her feel undeserving

You'll hug and sit with her always

Seeing her as your biggest and best teddy bear

Hearing you say that nearly made her cry

When you give her special nicknames and kisses whenever just because you know she loves you and it makes you feel good that you're making her happy

Caitlyn gives me motherly vibes and it unintentionally goes to both you aswell

You when you're sad and want her to sit you on her lap and hug you close

Or make you food while you kick your legs back and forth sitting on the counter telling her about what you and Vi seen around the city while she worked

Vi loves taking you to a cupcake shop nearby

Speaking of that, they love bringing you pretty sweets home to see that light on your face

They love it

And you love it because they're thinking about you and you weren't entirely used to that

You just love making them happy, and you know why and where it stems from, but it makes you happy

Vi loves when you talk about everything when you guys walk together down the street

Every little thing, you'll bring it up

She has this game where you'll point at people and come up with life stories for them

She'll have you giggling for hours, ready to pee your pants from how hard your laughing

And when you walk into the toy store to 'just look around' Vi finds herself paying for a few new stuffed animals and maybe a few dresses and suits for them

And a little tea set that you couldn't pass up

Walking down the street holding a ton of bags while you're carrying a fancy little box with your cups in it

A smile on your face as you talk to a few kids on your way

But it's all worth it

Though, that's the good side of it all, the cute side they love

But sometimes Caitlyn and Vi argue, it's VERY VERY rare if impossible that you're in an argument with them mostly because you just don't argue

But they do, rarely, but it can get bad when they do argue

You feel stuck between them both, but they'd never ask to make you choose a side unless you say something

You don't though, afraid that you'll hurt the other and they'd hate you for it

It's like being stuck between two parents arguing

You hate it when they're mad at each other, even if it's not for long because by the time night rolls around you're all snuggled up in bed tracing skin and pressing light kisses against your cheeks

Or sometimes you mess up

Like the time you broke one of Caitlyn's favorite glass teacups

You wouldn't look at her, afraid of what you'd see when you finally told her

She'd been asking if you were okay for at least an hour

Wouldn't say a word to Vi while she watched the interaction, you just stared at the floor

But they were just glad you were okay, Caitlyn didn't care about the cup she thought you were hurt

You were a bit shocked to say the least but it made it easier to come to her when you did something you deemed bad

But to your surprise, she was never mad

Sometimes she'd even laugh, and get you back to your good mood by making you smile

And when you overthink too much about something you did she sits and talks you through it the entire time

Vi can tell when you're lying to her very easily

So when you're overthinking about something you said, or maybe a small thing you did to one of them or to someone else

She talks you through it all like Caitlyn taught her

Because she knows you're freaking out quietly over nothing

But to you it's everything, in the moment anyway

Until she reminds you that she'll beat anyone and everyone up and she's got you laughing and Caitlyn smiling from across the room

Vi's good at distracting and desire

Caitlyn's good at calming and comforting

They're perfect for you, because they take good care of you and you take great care of them

[yyosemite]

''Not Everything Happen As Planned'' Part 4 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 3

Summary: Reader's thoughts about the encounter, more problems start to appear, and Thomas being an asshole.

Author's Note: English isn't my first language, this chapter took longer than planned (as well as the title of the fanfic haha), but I was very busy these days with the school, but here we are. And Rest In Peace, Helen McCrory.

Warning: Mention about abortion.

Word Count: 1252

It is crazy how we can reason only after all the adrenaline is exhausted in our body, and that is how you found yourself now, extremely discredited of your choice, after your conversation with Thomas.

You couldn't believe that you agreed to go out with him, you knew that many things could go wrong on that date, and your head was filled with different thoughts, both positive and negative.

Even after finding out who he really was, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him. You knew and saw how people react when he is mentioned, but you were not able to have those feelings for him, no matter how correct it was to do it.

He was the father of your child, and even more, he seemed to be genuinely interested in you, and when you're messed up with hormones because of a pregnancy everything seems a little more complicated to resolve.

You wanted to believe that things would work out, but then you remember that you are going with him to a date, to the pub, being pregnant. You couldn't drink the alcoholic beverages he was likely to offer you, and it would all be a little suspicious.

This situation was much more than chaotic, he would suspect, and you were distressed by the thought of telling him, because the rumors about him weren’t good, and you were already in a lot of trouble to get entangled in some more, what if he didn't want the child? Would he make you have an abortion?

But you also felt even worse with the idea of not telling, because he was going to be a father, you didn't know if he had that dream, and with the possibility that you could take that away from him, affronted you.

You always liked to plan your things without interference, that was the reason you came to Birmingham, the fight with your parents over who would have control over your life, and now you are pregnant and in the dilemma whether or not to tell Thomas.

What the fuck, (Y/N)? Did you really have to have sex with a gangster in the back room of a pub in a city you had just moved in with?

Now you were in front of the mirror finishing your beautiful red lipstick and in your splendid black silk dress, one that you received as a gift from your father on one of his trips to France. You were not someone very vain, especially since you were always forced to follow the standards of beauty set by your mother, so you always rebelled against what she wanted. But that doesn't mean you don't like to feel beautiful.

You turned to Nat and said:

"Am I pretty?"

"You look wonderful!" She said "Have you decided if you are going to tell him or not?" She asked, curious to know your decision.

“I haven't decided yet, Nat. I think this is something I'm going to know at the moment. I don't want to blow my mind about it, it's not good for the baby, I just hope everything will be okay. ” You said sincerely.

“Everything will be fine, you can be sure. With or without his help. ” Said Natasha as she kissed your cheek and left the room.

You were about to leave when the phone rang.

"Hello, who am I talking to?"

"Daughter?" That was the worst time your mom could call you.

"Hi Mom, is everything okay?" Said you, wanting to shorten this conversation as much as possible.

"Oh yes, I'm fine and so is your dad, but you, how are you?" She asked.

"I'm great mom" You knew that everything was not 100 percent okay, but your mom didn't need to know that.

"Very good to hear that, dear," You knew she was lying, after all she didn't even want you here in Birmingham. "I'm thinking of spending a few days with you, you wouldn't mind, huh?" Now she took you by surprise.

"Do you want to spend a few days here?" You repeated it to yourself more than to her.

"Yes, any problem?" Yes, mother, all the problems in the fucking world, but you couldn't say that.

And again you found yourself trapped on an unwanted occasion, thinking quickly of the logic that you could not refuse your mother, because that would give her more reason to believe that something was wrong, and it would only be a few days, right? What could go wrong.

"No mom, no problem, now I'm a little busy, would you mind calling me tomorrow, so we can talk about your coming?"

"Great, my dear, we'll talk tomorrow" She said goodbye.

"Bye mom, we talk to each other!".

You let out a sigh that you didn't even know you were holding, but your mother is a problem for later, now you need to go to your date, where you were late.

You arrived at Garrison and there was no one inside, which was very unusual since at this time it would be full of men already drunk and maybe even fighting.

"I thought you would like it if it was empty here" said a voice that you knew very well.

"Hi Thomas".

"Hi, (Y/N)" He said back.

You liked that he reserved the pub just for you and him, after all if maybe you would reveal your pregnancy to him, it was better that there was no one around.

He directed his gaze to one of the tables, and you can quickly understand that he wanted you to be seated. There was already a bottle, in what appeared to be Whiskey.

You were already nervous about the date and now about your mother, but now your tension seemed to be tripled, how would you refuse to drink without looking suspicious?

"You look tense," he said.

“It's just your impression” You tried to give a little smile that showed confidence, but you don't think it should have worked out very well, you were emanating distrust.

"Do you want some?" He asked, taking the bottle.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to get drunk" He must have noticed your features, as he seemed to be analyzing your discomfort.

"Are you afraid of me, Ms. (Y/L/N?)" He said it very directly.

In fact, you weren't scared, you were nervous as hell, you were thinking so much, so many possibilities, that you were almost going crazy.

"No, I'm not afraid of you."

"And do you know who I am?" He said accusingly.

"I know, but why the question?"

"Who are you?" He seemed suspicious of you. You felt your hands sweat from the tension.

"I am no one, I mean, no one you need to worry about."

He seemed to study you with those blue eyes.

"So why don't you drink a little ..." You felt your patience wear out.

"Because I can't drink, damn it!!". You yelled.

He seemed intrigued by your nervousness, but you were not caring, your body was tingling, and you were only thinking about the baby.

“Do you have a phone here? Call a doctor, please. ” You said, and he didn't seem to understand so he remained seated.

"Damn, please, I need you to call a doctor, I need to see if everything is okay with the b..."

You barely finished speaking, when your vision started to darken, the only thing you remember is him hugging you from behind and holding your body so you don't fall off the chair, then everything went black, and all you thought about was your child.

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also, Comfort for Niccolo + Enrico

~Morri

Hi! Thanks for the prompt!

Scene under the cut! TW for light suicidal ideation

Also, listening to “Achilles Come Down” while reading this will both enhance the experience and make you cry

For the first time in almost a year, Enrico woke up without a splitting headache.

He reached over to his side table for the bottle of wine that had taken up permanent residence there, for it to be snatched out of his hand.

"No more of that."

He opened his eyes to see Niccolo throwing his wine bottle in the garbage.

So, last night hadn't been a dream. Niccolo really had come to see him.

"Drinking yourself to death isn't going to help anyone," Niccolo said, handing Enrico a vial of water, with a look in his eyes that made it clear he had no option but to drink it.

"Why not?" Enrico muttered, "Can't fuck things up anymore if I'm dead."

Niccolo glared at him like he'd been struck.

"We lost two of our closest friends, and I am not about to lose you too! You can't spend the rest of your life wallowing, there are people who need you! Your country needs you!"

Enrico laughed bitterly, trying not to let tears fall: "This country would be better off if I never came here."

Niccolo's face softened at that, and he sat on the bed and pulled Enrico into his arms.

"Darling, I know how horrible this has been for you. What he's doing to you is sick and twisted, and if I see him I'll kill him myself. But if you think about it, he's also fucked himself over. You have power you can exert here. He gave half an empire to someone who hates him, someone notoriously...."

"Bad-tempered?" Enrico broke in.

Niccolo laughed: "I was going to say 'passionate'. But you have the opportunity to really help here, to avenge Leandro and Arnoldo. This is the worst political decision I've ever seen someone make, and you can make sure Vecellio feels the consequences of his arrogance."

"I...have no idea what I'm doing."

"Neither did Leandro, when he first took the throne. Don't you remember--I had to make him that genealogy cheat sheet for the five families, so he wouldn't offend them?"

"I just always remember him as being so effortlessly royal."

"Grief can do that. But I promise you, Leonidas Greco would not want us to remember him as some rigid, stuffy monarch. I think he'd haunt us."

Enrico laughed, and then forced himself to ask the question that was weighing on his mind.

"Why did you come here?"

"Because," Niccolo sighed, "I owe you an apology."

"What?"

"I assumed the worst of you. I never considered that you would be hurting too. I just decided you were a traitor and wallowed about it. I should have come sooner, I could have helped you."

Filing away the information that Niccolo had wallowed over him for a later time, Enrico asked: "What changed your mind?"

"Giuseppe got sick of my shit. He never quite believed the rumors as much as I did. He yelled something at me about how the love of his life is dead, and if I spent one more moment sitting around mourning someone who wasn't he was kicking me out of the house."

All Enrico could croak out was: "You love me? After...everything?"

"Of course. Why else would I come back here?"

"Obligation to your country?" Enrico offered meekly.

"I'm going to chalk that up to all the alcohol you've been drinking. And darling, in the future, tell me if something like this happens instead of secluding yourself with a bottle of red. I always want to be there for you."

"You're staying?"

"Giuseppe too. I left him on the boat last night when I came in to check on you. We're all going to get through this. You aren't alone anymore."

[sleepyboiscafe]

Hellooo, I wonder- have the Lovejoy members ever gone to the café? Either with Wilbur by their side, or are just completely in shock when they see him working there lmao

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask! :D

Philza: At first, Wilbur told me that he was trying to hide the whole part-time job thing from the others because, well, he had a feeling that they would embarrass him at work if they decided to show up and that Tommy and Techno would never live it down if they found out anything about him that they deemed embarrassing.

Tommy: He wasn't wrong either.

Wilbur: Eventually though, I was planning on telling them because I would have to explain to them why I would be late to practice or to busking, which is especially a problem, because we have to pay to rent the space to busk for a certain period of time, and it's not cheap, and the old "class ran late" excuse wasn't really working anymore.

Philza: Except something happened that ruined his plans a bit.

Wilbur: I was working one day on an order and went over to hand the drink to Phil, when I noticed who had ordered it.

Philza: And the customer noticed him.

Techno: It was Ash.

Philza: They kind of just... stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to say something. It was the funniest thing, seeing Wilbur at such a loss for words.

Wilbur: In the end I just gave in and explained everything to him and the band. Of course, they were totally understanding about me having to work a part-time job, but couldn't promise that they wouldn't show up to work from time to time, much to my disappointment.

Techno: And show up they did. They still often do.

Wilbur: It was how Tommy discovered the band too. I still remember him saying in the most confused voice, "Wait, Will, are these the guys in your band?"

Tommy: I do not sound like that.

Wilbur: But he's now our biggest fan thanks to the others being too nice and offering to let him come to rehearsals with us. He also bonds with them over omnichords, trumpets and band auditions.

Tommy: Seriously, Will, if you just let me try once and I'll never ask again.

Wilbur: I told you we're not looking for new members right now, Tommy.

Tommy: Aww...

Wilbur: ...But you'll be the first to know if there's ever any openings, okay?

Tommy: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO-

Techno: As you can tell by his magnetically explosive personality when it comes to something he enjoys, Tommy has also dragged Tubbo into his love of the group.

Tommy: We even got Ranboo to listen to them once through an incredibly scuffed Discord call, but he got the gist of it.

Wilbur: Everybody immediately got along with each other, but I think Techno and Ash get along especially well.

Techno: Oh? Why do you think that?

Wilbur: Since you're both so similar. You both can be rather quiet at times but also the funniest people in the room when you want to be.

Techno: Hmm, you're not wrong. I am incredibly funny.

Philza: So Will, did the group ever accidentally say some embarrassing things about you like you were worried about?

Techno and Tommy: Yes.

Wilbur: ...Yes, I was right. Joe and Mark often let a few embarrassing moments from our time together slip and Tommy and Techno will bring it up to me at the worst of times, for example... Ahem. "Hey Will, I know you're busy with that drink that's really difficult to make, but remember that one time when you..."

Tommy: I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT.

Philza: Do you regret it though?

Wilbur: Not really, I like seeing everyone get along.

Philza: I'm especially proud of Wilbur. I often gets a chance to see them performing as where they often busk is less than two minutes away from the café.

Wilbur: Wait, you do?!

Philza: Yup.

Techno: Whenever Wilbur has to leave early, Phil is totally understanding of it and gets me to take over for him for a bit before they close for the day.

Tommy: So yeah, long story short, they're all aware, and the café has become a meeting spot for us and the band members from time to time. It's awesome!

Wilbur: Seriously, Phil? You do?

Philza: Yes, I see you guys all the time.

Wilbur: I don't know whether to be shocked, excited or scared now.

Philza: Why would you be scared? What am I going to do?

Wilbur: Tell me we're bad.

Philza: Well, in that case, let me tell you that I honestly think you're part of a very good band.

Wilbur: Really?

Philza: Yes, YES I do, now can you PLEASE go back to work?

...Oh god, sorry this was so long! I had so much fun writing this. Thank you again for the ask.

[chaeiimimi]

14 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can't handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Oikawa's press conference broke the internet, who could've thought that the kind, lovely and innocent Sato Himari wasn't who she seemed to be?

The internet was quick to switch sides, of course some of Himari's avid fans were still on her side and were still pushing the fact that Oikawa was the father of the child and Y/n manipulated Oikawa to do the press conference, but the majority was on y/n's side

The night after the conference, there was a huge celebration at your house, since you and Himari decided to cook up a huge feast, Oikawa's teammates from Argentina stopped by and visited your home and had a few drinks, Iwaizumi, Akira and the Seijoh Volleyball team of your batch was also there

The night was filled with a lot of tone-deaf singing from Akira, Iwaizumi trying to save his girlfriend from embarassment and misserably failing, Kindaichi having to vomit every few minutes but still decided to drink more, the twins being passed around because people can't get enough of their cuteness until Haruto just fell asleep on Kunimi's lap and Hayato fell asleep on one of Oikawa's teammates lap, Maki and Issei slow dancing to Akira singing "Hello" by Adelle which was very off key, Oikawa taking a picture of them with his left hand while his right is securly wrapped around your waist, Oikawa's argentinian teammates speaking in spanish while Oikawa translates for the team and vice versa to his Japanese friends

It was indeed a fun time, it felt like your head was lifted from underwater, you can breath again, the heavy burden you've been carrying for the past few months evaporated into thin air

A week after that, you were able to file a case against Himari, although you didn't want to do it in the first place because she was still your cousin and she's also pregnant, but you were also a mother and you were only trying to save your kids and your family on what she can do in the future

It was also later on found out that she was mentally unstable and needed therapy before having her baby

Everything seems to be falling in place, and it was a week before Oikawa had to leave for Argentina to begin a new season

You laid in your bed face to face, his hot breath fanning your forehead while you nuzzle into his chest

"bubs?" he calls

"hm?"

"i'm going back to Argentina next week"

"yeah, I know you're gonna do well this season"

"for sure, I have to make you and the twins proud"

You chuckled

"win or lose, we're still proud of you Tooru"

He smiles as he pulls you closer

"I know this might be too fast, and I know it still hasn't been long since we got together, god this is the lamest way to say it, but, will you move with me? To Argentina"

You feel his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken, was he nervous?

You looked up at him and smiled

"we'll follow you anywhere babe"

And just like that, the day after Oikawa was helping you pack your things, he also insists on only bringing your clothes and not empty out the whole house since he still plans on staying here during off seasons, which was why, unbeknownst to your knowledge, he bought the house

A week later, you flew to Argentina to start a new life with Oikawa and your sons

"papa rapido!" Hayato exclaims while clutching the bag filled with baby bottles

"Mama are you okay?" Haruto calmy rubs your back and stomach as you were sweating buckets and breathing deeply, a puddle of water in front of the chair you were sitting on

The twins are now six years old and grew up to be fine boys

You were now expecting your third baby and your first daughter, but you didn't expect to give birth to her in Japan, you travelled here during mid-pregnancy and Oikawa had a long off-season, but you weren't due in like a week or two and you were planning on returning to Argentina tomorrow

Looks like that's going to have to wait

"OIKAWA I AM NOT ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH IN THIS HOUSE" you screamed

Your husband came out of your room, multiple bags hung in his body, his lips were trembling and his hand clutching his phone was shaking

"y-yeah yeah l-let me call an a-ambulance"

He shakingly dials a number

It rings three times before somebody picks up

"hello!"

"hello pizza delivery how may I help you sir?"

...

What the fuck?

"did you just dial a pizza place while your wife is in labor?"

The twins looks at the door and cheered "Seijoh Uncles!" synchronised like they were looking at their saving grace

Lo and behold it was indeed the Seijon ex-volleyball team, right there to save the day

Maki and Watari took the bags hanging on Oikawa's body

"carry your wife to the van"

Oikawa mindlessly nods and carries you in bridal style to Issei's van, which by the way had a huge fucking funeral home logo on it

But it didn't matter to Oikawa, what mattered was to get his wife to deliver their baby girl safely

And soon a whole ass volleyball team except for Iwaizumi, a shouting pregnant woman and two hyperactive twins were able to fit in the funeral home van

Thank god it wasn't traffic 'cause you ain't never seen a funeral home van travel so fast it was practically flying

Your arrival caused a huge commotion, imagine fully grown men, stepping out of a funeral home vam, screaming "help she's giving birth!", two identical boys screaming "our sister is coming!" and a very pale husband who was carrying his pregnant wife with wobbly knees

What added even more to the commotion was an arrival of another van, it was black with a huge MSBY sign to it

It revealed a Bokuto in a maskot costume without the head, Akaashi holding his-well the maskot's hand, Atsumu and Hinata practically screaming "this is an emergency! A baby is about to come out of her!", Sakusa who was clutching all the baby bags looking very embarassed at his teammates while Iwaizumi was there, his trainer clothes crumpled, his hair dishevelled and carrying Akira who was practically going hysterical

The medical staffs were flabbergasted at the sight of a lot of tall, muscular man in the ER, they immediately led the two husbands to the place their wives on the bed and rolled them over to the same delivery room since there wasn't any vacant one

"hey Iwa, I don't mind if my daughter falls in love with your son"

Oikawa says out of nowhere, their screaming wives in the background

"shut up shittykawa...I don't mind either"

"YOU TWO BETTER STOP THAT BROMANCE MOMENT OF YOURS WE ARE LITERALLY DYING HERE" you screamed in so much pain

"IWAIZUMI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'M NEVER GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU EVER AGAIN AHHHHH" Akira was having it worst since it was her first time

Oikawa was pale, because of the nervous and the fact that you were squeezing his hand so tightly it felt like it was going to break

While Iwaizumi was taking Akira's tugs, kisses, and curses like a champ

After a lot of abuse for Iwaizumi and Oikawa, they finally heard theur babies' cries which made it all worth it

Oikawa takes a look at your daughtee, his eyes watered as he cuts the umbilical cord

He went to you and peppered your sweaty and unconscious face with kisses

"thank you bubs, thank you for making me the happiest man on earth now"

I may or may not be posting special chapters. Anywayssssss~ i just got home from a fam reunion and I'm finally updating this BHSHSHSHS, i love you guys so much, thank you to all those who read this until the end😭💖 sending virtual hugs and kithes😘 and remember to stay happy, healthy and safe babeesss💗💓

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[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

Literally Aria LMFAO

[paradoxolotl]

Are there any quotes or moments from any of your fics that you've had to leave out of the final product? Like, deleted scenes. If so, do you feel like sharing?...(Particularly Inked Truths because I'm obsessed with it. I fell in love with BoM, read it multiple times. When I found out you were doing a prequel I was very excited and have not been disappointed since.) (I also love TftR but it makes sad.)...Absolutely no pressure. If you don't want to answer please just ignore this, I'll understand.

Truths for the Roof didn’t lose anything but Inked lost a bit. Really, it was just redone to flow better and fit the characterization better, or moved somewhere later on in the series. I’m more likely to add then take away. It’s pretty rare I scrap something completely, and usually find somewhere else to put it, even if it’s a different fic. But originally BOM was very different. Andrew was medicated and Aaron knew Neil Josten from class.

Here’s a scene that was reworked in Ink Blotted Memories ~

Aaron did his best to avoid Andrew after that. He made himself busy at work, hauling dishes back and forth and hanging out with the bouncers on his breaks. When they were home Andrew was usually shut up in his room or outside smoking which made avoiding him all the easier, giving Aaron space to dick around on the TV or be in his room. Nicky still tried to involve both of them in stupid bonding activities like family dinners and movie nights. When they did happen, it was tense and uncomfortable, mostly filled with Nicky’s inane chatter. Aaron purposely did not look at his brother on these nights. He was torn between wanting Andrew’s acknowledgment and wishing he had never found out about him.

He marked his days with video games and his nights with alcohol and cracker dust, counting the days until he could once again use school as a distraction.

And the entire original Brother of Mine, which I rewrote most of when I got partway through ~

Aaron could still remember lying in his bed in his mother’s house, body bruised and hurting, wishing to have someone who could help him. Someone to make things better. To stand with him and hold him up when he was so close to crumbling. Learning about a long-lost twin felt like something out of a movie. An answered prayer. Finally, Aaron would have someone, a brother, who he could talk to. He imagined late night talks and secrets shared between them. They would have a bond so strong that nothing could come between them.

Andrew’s response of ‘fuck off’ had felt like a back-hand across his face.

Still, he held out hope. He was told to try again in the Spring, and that was what he planned on doing. Even when Andrew was sent to juvie, Aaron held onto his hope of a brother who would care about him. They were twins after all, how hard could it be?

The first time he had met Andrew face to face, Uncle Luther beside him and a metal table separating them, Aaron’s idea of what their relationship would be went up in smoke. His face was looking back at him, but there was no expression, no emotion at all. A blankness that revealed nothing of what he was thinking. It was hard to make eye contact with Andrew, his eyes sharp enough to be cut on. Andrew didn’t speak to Aaron at all that first visit; he just stared at him with a flat glare the entire time.

And yet he still came to South Carolina to live with Aaron. Aaron desperately wanted for Andrew to open up to him when they lived together. He thought he had to, now that they shared a room. He also hoped that home would get better, now that Andrew was home. Maybe mom would get better, would stop being so stressed. So angry.

It only took one incident for Aaron to believe Andrew was untouchable. They were in the backyard so Andrew could smoke, both sipping from a bottle of vodka Andrew had acquired. He had only moved in a week ago, and so far, things had been quiet. Aaron had no new bruises, but Andrew’s blank stare made him warry. The slam of the front door had made Aaron flinch, Andrew’s cold eyes tracking the movement. Aaron could hear their mother calling for him, her words tight with anger. Remembering the pills he had swiped earlier in the day, he swallowed back the lump in his throat and went inside.

He remembers her screaming. He remembers the pain of a hand across his cheek. Then there was Andrew, her wrist gripped in his hand, twisted far enough to make her bend at an awkward angle. It was then that Aaron saw the first expression on his twin’s face, and it terrified him. His lips had curled back in a snarl, his eyes bright with an anger Aaron had never seen before.

It was that night that Andrew had offered Aaron a deal. They would stick together, just the two of them, and Andrew would protect him. Aaron believed this was the answer to what he had been asking for. Finally, he wouldn’t be alone. He made his promise to Andrew.

Months passed, and Aaron was still collecting bruises. It was almost worse now, to have a witness to his suffering. Someone who had promised him protection but couldn’t stop everything.

Then, the accident where Aaron was left with only Andrew. Just the two of them.

The funeral where Andrew’s arm was in a sling, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a strange gleam in his eye as the dirt was poured on their mother’s grave.

Nicky coming back from Germany, taking them in.

Moving into a new house and Andrew installing a lock on his door.

The agony of being locked in that bathroom, withdrawal clawing his body to shreds.

The slow isolation at school, Andrew refusing to let anyone close.

Nicky’s assault and the mandated therapy.

That awful laughter and empty smile.

And Aaron had to wonder if instead of his prayers being answered, he had been cursed.

~~~

Things began changing the spring of their freshman year of college.

When they first joined the Foxes, there was a clear divide between Aaron’s family and the others immediately. Any interactions ended in spitting insults at best and violence more than not. The others feared Andrew and his knives, circling their group like alley cats. Not that the three of them were much better. Nicky constantly antagonized the others, and the twins’ general lack of effort to get along definitely rubbed a few people the wrong way. The Columbia trips solidified their isolation from the others. Honestly, Aaron couldn’t care less about getting along with his teammates. He would leave them alone as long as they did the same. He was here for a degree, not friends.

Now, they had officially been knocked out of the championships. Not that Aaron could bring himself to care, but games days usually also meant Columbia, and Aaron desperately wanted to get off campus. Between the upperclassmen, Day’s bitching over the season and Nicky’s whining, Aaron was looking forward to drinks, crackers, and music loud enough to lose yourself in.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t go without Andrew. His twin was currently perched on his desk by the window, smoking and staring out at the campus, fingers rapidly tapping. Normally they would already be packed up and gone by now, but they hadn’t gone once in over a month. At first Aaron thought it was because of exy, but then Andrew would disappear from the dorms for hours at a time, much to Day’s frustration. The only reason Aaron even noticed this as odd was because his brother rarely left Day alone. He never told them why they stopped going, or where he disappeared to, and any complaints fell on deaf ears.

“Come on Andrew!” Nicky whined, “We never go to Columbia anymore!”

Andrew’s laughter made Aaron’s jaw tick. “Oh, poor Nicky, don’t you know that no means no?”

“But why not?” Nicky was still going.

Aaron didn’t know why Nicky thought he could reason with Andrew. Unless you were Renee the best result from interacting with him would be victim to a cutting insult or dismissal. Worst case you’d need stitches.

His phone buzzing in his hand distracted him from the conversation happening. Looking at the screen, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, soothing the tension in his shoulders.

Katelyn

You played great today! It’s too bad the season is over

Katelyn was an instant balm to Aaron’s anger. It was still new, this thing between them. They had met in their intro biology class and had spent many late hours at the library studying. She had been the first person at Palmetto who had bothered to get to know Aaron for him, not just as ‘Andrew’s twin’. At first, he was a sullen asshole, but her endless patience and positivity snuck past his defenses and made a place for her in Aaron’s very bones. The only issue was they had to sneak around; Aaron couldn’t risk Andrew finding out about her.

Glancing up to make sure Andrew was still distracted with Nicky, Aaron settled further into his beanbag.

Aaron

Whatever it’s just stickball

Katelyn

Still, I’ll miss watching you ;)

Aaron had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the smile off his face.

Katelyn

How’s Columbia?

Aaron

Wouldn’t know we’re still in the Tower

Katelyn

Think you could sneak out for a bit?

We’re in that bar with the turtle

Nicky’s yelp brought Aaron’s attention back to the room in front of him. Andrew was still on the desk, but Aaron caught the glint of metal as a knife was put back in one of his armbands. His eyes followed Nicky as he retreated to the bedroom, face split in his usual grin. When the door closed behind Nicky, Andrew’s eyes snapped to Aaron, pinning him to his spot. Aaron glared back, daring Andrew to say something to him. To say anything.

Instead, Andrew flicked his cigarette out the window, slammed in shut, and left the dorm completely. Aaron wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not.

He sat there for a moment, fingers tapping on his phone. If this was going to be following his typical pattern over the past few weeks, Andrew would be gone for hours, and wouldn’t notice if Aaron left. He would just need to be back before Andrew. Really, it wasn’t that hard of a decision.

Aaron

Be there in twenty.

Katelyn

<3

Grabbing his jacket, Aaron hurried out of the dorm, eager to get away. Even if it wasn’t Columbia, even if it was with the Vixens, any time with Katelyn was worth it.

Aaron didn’t look up as he left the Tower. If he did, he might have seen a heavy stare and two lit cigarettes.

~~~

Summer came, and somehow Betsy had convinced the courts to change Andrew’s medication. Something about an incorrect diagnosis or dosage. Aaron wasn’t sure how they thought an Andrew off the pills would be any better, but no one asked him for his opinion.

The upside was that Aaron had weeks free of his oppressive twin, and he could spend as much time with Katelyn as he wanted. It was the first time in years Aaron felt like there was no weight pulling him down, like he could finally breathe.

It was in those few perfect weeks that Aaron came to a decision.

He couldn’t lose this.

~~~

Andrew had come back from Easthaven reverted back to the emptiness of when Aaron had first met him. He had barely said a word to anyone since he came back, simply leveling that bored glare at them whenever someone tried to speak to him. Whenever Aaron saw him, he was fiddling on that damn flip phone, barely acknowledging his surroundings. Even the upperclassmen had noticed his attachment to the device.

It was during a meeting before the first game of the new season that someone finally snapped.

“Damn it, Andrew, what are you doing?” When Kevin got really angry, his face flushed. Right now, he was approaching tomato.

Andrew snapped his phone shut, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, you need to focus. Our first game is tomorrow, and we are nowhere near ready.”

“Maybe,” Andrew drawled, “instead of worrying about me, you should focus on what you’ll do when you see Riko again.”

It was a low blow, but effective. Kevin immediately fell silent, his skin changing from red to white so quickly Aaron was surprised he didn’t faint. Edgar Allen had joined their district after Kevin announced that he would be joining the Fox line-up. Last year Kevin had showed up, hand bloody and broken, looking for sanctuary. Apparently, Riko had broken his hand in a fit of rage. Kevin had tried to sue, but with the connections and money behind the Moriyama name, it was ruled as an accident. The public backlash of that along with Kevin’s transfer to the Foxes had caused several headaches last year.

“Jesus, Andrew,” Nicky whispered.

Andrew opened his phone again. No one else tried to speak to him for the rest of the meeting.

~~~

It was a new bet among the Foxes: what Andrew was doing on his phone. Everyone agreed that it was pretty clear he was texting someone, but the question was who. Some believed it was a secret girlfriend, while others were still convinced Renee and Andrew were together. Others thought it had to be something illegal.

Aaron knew what he thought, and he silently watched and cataloged information away.

~~~

The season was going terribly. They were winning games by the skin of their teeth and they were more divided than ever. Seth and Kevin couldn’t stop fighting, their newest striker was a nervous wreck, and Andrew didn’t give a shit.

Their last game was against the Ravens, and they had been destroyed. Now, Wymack and Dan were looking for a win.

They were in the locker room getting ready for the game when Andrew’s phone began to ring. Aaron didn’t recognize the song Andrew used, but he knew he normally used the default setting for his ringtone. Andrew picked up before Aaron could think too much on it.

“What?”

At this point everyone was staring at him, not even trying to act like they weren’t eavesdropping.

Andrew scoffed, “Junkie,” he said before snapping his phone shut, tossing it into his locker, and slamming it door closed. A moment later he was stalking out of the locker room.

Silence was left behind in his wake until Nicky broke it, “So it isn’t a girlfriend?”

When the team was gathered again (...missing...)

~~~

(...missing...)Today though, Aaron needed to talk to him.

The chances of Andrew brushing off any attempt Aaron made to speak to him were high, so Aaron waited until Andrew would have to acknowledge him. On Wednesday, when Andrew walked into Reddin, Aaron was waiting for him.

~~~

“Fuck off,” Aaron growled.

Josten had that stupid smirk on his face, his finger tapping on his test score. It wasn’t even that Aaron did bad. It was that Josten did better. He always did better in this stupid class. Aaron hated statistics, but apparently Josten was a math major and took every opportunity to show him up.

From day one Aaron had disliked him. He had plopped down beside Aaron, ratty clothes and shaggy hair, and called him ‘the second Minyard’. Not only was he a complete ass, but he was completely unnerving. His eyes were a blue so pale they were almost glacial, and his face and arms were covered in slashes and burn scars.

Once, Aaron had overheard someone call him ‘Scarface’, and Josten had just asked, with a terrifying grin, if they were looking for some to match.

And Aaron was stuck in a room with him twice a week.

Josten tsked at him, still tapping at his score. “What? Still second?”

“Fuck off,” Aaron really wasn’t in the mood.

He just hummed, pulling his phone out, a god damn flip phone, and spent the next few minutes ignoring the review happening. Aaron could barely focus as Josten texted away; each click grating on Aaron’s already frayed nerves.

Aaron wasn’t even sure how Josten did so well; he spent most of the class doodling in his notebook.

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (6)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: language, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of sexual activity (but no actual scenes), Blaise (you know what i mean <3)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: would y'all be interested if i added a smut chapter? also fun fact! the little date bit where y/n thinks about her worst date is based on my real life experience. only we didn't go to mcdonald's, we went to in-n-out. and it was terrible

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Blaise Zabini.

This man was the walking definition of lust. Flirtatious, smooth, and most definitely a womanizer. He didn’t hide it in his actions and you didn’t care. He could break your heart and have you crying for weeks, but man, if he wasn’t gorgeous.

Blaise Zabini looked as if he was carefully molded by Aphrodite. A man almost too beautiful for the world, and you’re going on a date with him. He nearly knocked the air out of your lungs when he asked to take you out to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in Buffalo. And who were you to say no?

The whole window incident was completely forgotten. He could see more if he’d like— “Hey Y/N?” Your employee brought you out of your thoughts. A soft blush was on your face as you tried to act like you weren’t thinking of your neighbors’ friend. “Uh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Did you want me to put the crystal beads in the front? They’ve been really popular today.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You had a few more hours of your day left before going back home. You had called over two of your best friends to catch up and help you pick out an outfit for your date that coming Saturday. It was currently Thursday, but in case nothing in your closet was good enough, you’d at least have some time to go shopping with them. Which was probably going to happen anyway.

It was a really good day; it got really busy with customers and the usual nuisance was gone today. But no matter how busy it was, you still felt like time was passing by slowly. In all honesty, what you really wanted was to be able to see Blaise today even if it was for just a minute, just to say hi.

Your last date was six months ago and, well. If it went well, you wouldn’t be attending the date you were going to later on the weekend. It was a horrifying date; he took you to a fucking McDonalds on the first (and last) date, only paid for his own meal, and made weird sexual innuendos nearly the whole time. And the worst bit was that even though it was a terrible date, you decided to give him another shot by texting him saying that you’d like to go to another date and he never texted you back.

Blaise was only going to be around for a month, you know this. And you kinda felt bad for taking some of his time away from his best friend whom he was visiting for, but he asked you out. So, if he’s alright with it you should be, too.

After the store closed, you stayed an extra hour just to make sure everything was cleaned up and ready for tomorrow. As much as you were in a rush, you hated clutter and didn’t want to have to wake up earlier to clean. Most likely, your friends were gonna want to drink a little. Traffic home wasn't great, but once you got home you got exactly what you asked for.

Outside, Blaise stood against a wall smoking a cigarette on Draco’s porch. God, even the way he stands is hot you thought. He saw you pull in your driveway and put out the last of the bud onto the ashtray. Blaise made his way to you and your heart was beating hard. “Good evening, gorgeous,” he said in that mesmerizing British accent. I’d kill to hear that voice in the morning.

“Hello,” you sighed in contentment. He was about to say something before your friends pulled up next to your car. Internally, you groaned. You just had to hope they wouldn't say anything to embarrass you. Without taking the chance, you started thinking of a reason to excuse him back to Draco’s house but it was too late as your friends were already rushing to your side. Act normal, act normal, act normal—

“Hey Y/N, who's this?” Miranda probed. Her voice was suggestive and you caught how she looked Blaise up and down. Bianca, the shyest of the three stood aside and waved at him.

“Blaise, these are my best friends Miranda and Bianca,” your hands gestured to the girls by your side. “Guys, this is Blaise.”

He took their hands and kissed the top of them. “Well, you ladies have a goodnight. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He winked at you before he left.

Miranda let out a sigh before she spoke, “God, you’re so lucky.” She started heading into your house and pulled out a bottle of wine from her purse. Yeah. I am.

—

Draco has no idea what he walked into.

Santa Marie’s was absolute chaos. There was nearly a horde of injured wizards and witches that he and his team had to help. People filled the waiting room and beds were constantly being changed for the next patient.

The worst bit of it was that no one had any memory as to what happened. “This is a really strong memory charm. Not as bad as how Lockhart was left, though. Any idea who could’ve done this?” Draco worked as he healed one person after the next. He’s been running around with Ian at his side.

“Not really. This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like this. Hell, this is probably the first time anything like this ever happened at Santa Marie’s,” Ian pondered. It was true. Something like this hasn’t been seen in this hospital. But Draco wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing about it. He became Head Healer at Santa Marie’s for a reason and he was going to prove he deserves this position.

When he found a few minutes to himself, he called his landline at home to let Blaise and Theo know that he might not come home for the night. Theo was the one to answer the call and offered to take Draco some clothes if need be, but Draco already had a bag in his office just in case something kept him there. Guess today’s that day.

“Are you by yourself?” Draco asked.

“Yeah, Blaise left about twenty minutes ago,” Theo confirmed.

“Where’d he run off to? Not like he has other friends around,” Draco chuckled. He used the time to eat a sandwich from the cafeteria vending machine. Wasn't as filling, but he figured it’ll do for now until he would be able to eat an actual meal.

“Don’t you remember? Blaise got his date with… what’s her name again? The muggle, witch one, fuck if I know,” Theo said. That’s today? Draco had forgotten all about it. Of course, if he had remembered, he’d probably be distracted from his work today. Wait, why?

Theo regained his attention by calling his name multiple times thinking Draco had just hung up. “I’ll call you later. Still got loads of work to be done.”

“Hey, do you think they’ll do it-” Draco cut the call off before he could listen to the end of that sentence. Last thing he wanted on his mind while he worked was Blaise doing… things with you. It wasn’t because he liked you. You’re his neighbor and things could get pretty weird. It took months just to get along and have one engaging conversation.

And honestly, Draco still didn't like how you were a Wiccan. He may not understand what exactly it means, but it didn't matter. What would even happen if for some reason, Blaise actually showed you what real magic looks like? That was what really concerned Draco. Showing a muggle magic. He didn't know what those laws were like under the Magical Congress, but under the Ministry it was only allowed to show muggles magic and the wizarding world if it had the promise of marriage or you were a mudbl— muggleborn.

And Draco knew Blaise. His longest committed relationship was probably three months, so marriage is a definite no. Draco didn't know why he was even worried about it, it's just one bloody date. He figured that America made him soft as he stood ther overthinking about literally nothing. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost didn't feel Ashley flick his forehead. “Ow! That hurt!”

“I’d be worried if it didn't. You were standing there like a damn zombie. You ready to get back out there?” Ashley sassed. Draco scarfed the last of his sandwich and followed Ashley back to the emergency room. Ugh, I want this day to end.

—

It was the best date you ever had. You weren't in love or anything, but you were definitely tired out. The dinner was amazing and the conversations were engaging and interesting. But it's the events after the dinner that you remember.

Unlike boyfriends and girlfriends before, Blaise took his time with you. Slow, sensual and just perfect. It was quite suspicious, actually. What man is this perfect? There's something up. Weird foot fetish, secret Star Wars nerd. Or worse. Star Trek you thought.

Two days after the date, your best friends drove straight to your house after a single text was sent. There was no way Miranda and Bianca were going to read about the details on a phone screen, no. They wanted to hear the explicit details with their own ears.

“He did what?” Miranda nearly choked on the wine. There was a certain confidence in your aura. You slept with a man hand crafted by the gods and it was the best time of your life.

Bianca sat bashfully listening to your story, but she leaned forward to hear you better. “Little trashy for a first date, but who the hell cares? Ten out of ten, would definitely do again.” You smirked at the end of your corny joke. Your friends looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “Alright, we get it. What now, though? He's only here for a month. What's gonna happen now?” Miranda questioned.

“Dunno. But for now, I'm just having fun. At first, I thought it'd be weird since his friend isn't the most pleasant to live next to, but Blaise is different.” You could only assume they were different, but considering you were getting along way better you figured it was safe to assume they were.

“What does your neighbor even look like? I haven't seen him anywhere,” Bianca noticed. Now that you realize, you haven't seen your brooding neighbor in a couple days. Not that you cared. “Actually, I don't know. Work, probably,” you shrugged your shoulders as you brought your wine glass to your lips.

“Where does he work?” Miranda asked.

“In the emergency room at a hospital,” you answered.

“Oh. You know where?” Miranda kept at it. “No, we don't really talk much. Took me nearly six months to even find out that he even talks, let alone what he does for a living.” Just as you were about to take another sip, a certain black car was pulling up.

From afar, you could see the dark circles extremely prominent under Draco’s eyes and noticed him wearing the same clothes he left the house in a couple days ago. You actually pitied him, but admired him at the same time.

Being a doctor is no easy task, and here was one across the yard working day and night to help people. “Is that him?” Bianca noticed him from out the window. You nodded in response and took another sip of wine.

“I'm moving to England. There's no way that they have this many attractive men. Watch me pledge allegiance to the Queen, I don't care,” Miranda rambled. You laughed at her in response. “You said there's another person visiting him?”

“Yeah, why?” you quirked an eyebrow. “What does he look like?” Miranda looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, “Haven't seen him yet. Never comes out but I think I heard him once in the backyard.”

After a couple hours of talking and laughing, the two best friends decidedly went home and called you once they arrived safely. The night was chilly and the sky was clear. You admired the sunset and the orange and purple hues in the sky from the bench of your porch. If you could, you'd paint the scenery.

The sound of a door opening made you look to the side and saw Draco pulling out a cigarette. He looked around and once his eyes landed on yours, he reached in his pocket for the lighter. Once it was lighted, he took a deep inhale and let the smoke out with a long puff.

“Long couple days?” you asked from across. He took another puff before he started walking to the fence separating your yards. You did the same and leaned against it next to him. “Feel like shit,” he said under his breath.

“You look like shit,” you commented. Draco glared at you and you laughed at him. It took him a couple seconds to drop his glare and then he started laughing as well. When you looked at him, you noticed how his eyes crinkled and how bright his smile was. It was the first time you'd ever seen him like this and it made you feel a bit warmer inside. You remembered how when he'd first moved in, all you wanted was to be friends with your new neighbor and have moments like this.

The silence lasted a while when your laughters died down. He finished the last of the cigarette and stepped on it as you just stood and wandered into nothing. Whether it was an awkward silence or not, you didn't know. But considering you were comfortable, maybe it wasn't.

You looked at your neighbor and reached one of your hands out to him. Draco looked confused, like he once did when you first went to his door and reached for a handshake. He stood still as he expected you to say something. The expression spoke for him so you finally explained yourself, “Friends?”

Draco seemingly thought about it, eyes going back and forth from your hand to your eyes. He then looked at his house for some reason and met your eyes again. Hesitantly, he shook your hand, “Friends.”

This was going to be an odd friendship for sure, but after months of trying, a friendship began.

—

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Hollywood!AU -(Anne xFem!Reader)

A/N: Warning, this is LONG and ends up abruptly. I hope it was somehow near to what you were imagining! -Danny

Request: 🍇-Ik I'm late but I rly wanted to try this out. So the characters and me and a girl named 'angie' Anne. It's basically set in hollywood and they both are enemies, but they grow fond of each other over time and start dating. Paparazzi interfere and what not (i'm bored). Can you make it really angst and some smuts? (I'm a bi girl, btw) @nandos-hub-for-dumbasses​

Warnings: Mentions of smut and sad cuties

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Okay so, you guys kinda grew up in the industry so you became “enemies” while being really young

And it was probably a silly fight, or maybe your parents put you against each other, or maybe you were always competing for the big parts on tv shows and movies

The point is that by the time you guys were seventeen you hated each other with a burning passion (as any seventeen-year-old does)

Then it happened: You were casted as best friends for an indie teen movie

You really wanted to refuse, but Ruby (your irl best friend) did her best to convince you against it

This could be your big break (and it was)

But only bc the chemistry you and Anne had on screen was ??? so wholesome and great???

You even made a sequel 

And then it became a trilogy, with your characters going to different schools by the time they graduate HS so it’s really cheesy and heartfelt

but Anne and you actually worked out your differences during the process and by the time you finish the third movie you both actually cry bc you won’t work together again??

You keep in touch but both of you have projects and things to do, until three years later when you both are invited to the Oscars and HOLY FUCK ANNE IS HOT NOW???

Like sure she was always beautiful, which was part of the reason why you kinda disliked her but omg right now you wouldn’t mind it if she kicked you in the face

Anne sees you and rushes over to hug you, the paparazzi are going WILD this is the reunion of the bffs from that movie everyone used to love!!

In the middle of the ceremony you even convinced THE Marilla Cuthbert (amazing actress) to switch seats with you so you can spend the rest of the night with Anne

The after party’s wild, everyone’s there. Funnily enough, you can’t recall most of the faces bc all you can remember of that night is 1-you ended up drunk as hell and 2-right before you two started drinking Anne had already made out with you in the bathroom

What came next was pretty much the best time of your life. Dates, nightcalls, instagram stories, suddenly a month turned into six, then nine...

As twenty-something-year-olds, you and Anne have tons of offers falling into your laps, Anne gets a call for a casting call and she gets the main role.

This main role happens to have a romantic interest. Who turns out will be played by none other than Gilbert John Blythe.

He’s been in the industry for like two, maybe three years. But the kid’s a charmer, he’s got brains and he’s beautiful. Everyone loves him. 

And everyone wants Anne to love him as well. 

You get tons of video recs on youtube titled “Anne and Gilbert in love for ten minutes straight” or “everytime Anne undresses Gilbert with her eyes”

It’s alright, you’ve seen this before, and you can’t blame them, they have an amazing chemistry in the show and it’s only natural that people wants that to be real

But god, the toxic fans are the worst, the comments about “imagine having to say goodbye to Gil only to go home and find Y/N there... disgusting”

You should stop reading those comments, really you should. They’re unhealthy, and these people don’t even know you

You manage to ignore most of it until the press releases the pictures: Anne and Gilbert walking out of some random restaurant in the city where they film the show... kissing.

Angry doesn’t even start to describe you rn. You’re seething, you’ve been humiliated, your twitter and your texts are both blowing up with notification. 

Anne calls you at least thirty times before she stops trying.

She finished season one and takes the first flight back to you, and it takes all of her courage, but she goes to your house as soon as she lands safely. 

Then two hours pass before you open the door. 

You were out with Ruby getting wasted, so when you get home you come face-to-face with Anne sitting on your driveway and crying her eyes out thinking you’re just ignoring her.

She sees you and she stands up, you try to escape and ignore her, you tell her you don’t wanna know, that she should move on and forget you bc she’s clearly happy with Gilbert

She says it took her by surprise, that Gilbert kissed her without her consent, but you don’t believe her.

But you’re also very drunk, and shit, you’d missed Anne so badly...

Her perfume somehow smells stronger than usual, and your eyes land on her pouty lips, you’re bitter, but you’re also desperate to feel her mouth on you.

You pull her in roughly for a kiss she was definitely not expecting, but her hands are quick to get all over you. Half an hour later, her fingers are in you.

You hate her, but you’re deeply in love, and you can’t remember where one ends and the other starts. You’re all feelings, and every single thought in your mind belongs to her.

it’s only when you’re completely sober, after the third -or was it the fourth?- round, that you decide to get it over with.

“Do you like him?” 

Anne’s falling asleep with her arm around you, but she tenses. She wants to say no, of course she doesn’t! Gilbert would never compare... Gilbert shouldn’t occupy a single though in her mind

Yet, she keeps thinking about his kiss, even though they ended up in really bad terms afterwards

“I love you. Isn’t that what you should care about?”

That’s not the answer you want, and both of you know she can’t give you a real answer, you know her so well by now, you can practically read her swirling thoughts, all confusing, undecided.

“I can’t be your partner for as long as you continue working with him. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to quit, I’m not asking you to... I’m tired of the hate in social media, of me being the one that somehow doesn’t belong next to you simply bc I’m not the popular heartthrob—” “I want you!”

“But I want to be happy.”

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I just want you to know that I think about From Eden at least once a week and I've lost count of how many times I've reread it. If you ever wanna share what comes next amd what other ideas you had for that universe i'm here to listen op 👀

Thank you, I love you! When I first wrote that fic, I had two other parts (at least) that I wanted to go with it, and since they’re partially written I’m happy to share those bits with you:

From Eden Part 2

“It’s just unfair, you know,” the girl said. Her words were slightly slurred. To be fair, they were in a nightclub after midnight. Everyone was slurring. “I was there for him, and I paid his bills while he went through college and now! He has a real job and he dumped me for his secretary.” She started sobbing.

Damen, who was six foot three, strongly built, and also carrying a loaded weapon, took her hands and made a sympathetic noise. “Lykaios,” he said, because he --unlike Laurent-- had actually listened when she’d introduced herself. “I think the best thing for you now is to forget about him. He didn’t deserve you.”

Lykaios sniffled. “You think so?”

“Of course I do,” Damen said. “I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I already can see that you’re incredible. Right, babe?”

“Right,” Laurent deadpanned. He glanced at his watch. “It’s quarter to.”

Damen nodded. Still holding Lykaios’ hands, he turned to Laurent. “Security?”

“Just the two.”

“Great.” He looked back to Lykaois. “Listen, doll, we’ve got to get down to business, but I want you to remember what I said, okay? You’re worth a lot more than that guy gave you.  And your mascara is running a little. Maybe you should go fix it up in the bathroom and wipe your tears?”

“Okay,” Lykaois sniffed. “Thank you.” She left.

Damen gave Laurent a grin, the crooked, teeth-baring one that appeared whenever they were about to do a job. “Ready?”

“You never call me doll.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Try it sometime and see.”

Damen yanked him in by the jacket and kissed him, slowly and bordering on indecent. “Alright,” he said, after he pulled back. “Show time.”

As Damen disappeared into the crowd, Laurent grasped his --still full-- drink, turned, and threw its contents at the roughest looking guy in the place.

“Hey, what the hell?” The guy squared his shoulders; he was intimidating even covered in lemonade.

“Fuck you,” Laurent replied. 

At this point, three months of travelling and stealing and, most importantly, Damen, Laurent had become pretty efficient at inciting fights. He didn’t need to see the punch coming to know that it was, he just sidestepped and let the man stumble into the back of another patron. It took less than thirty seconds before half the clientele were involved in an all out brawl.

The two security guards rushed in, and were immediately overwhelmed enough that the only bartender -- a youngish lad with a crooked nose -- had to join in to get everything under control. Laurent punched him.

Eventually, the fight got calmed down enough for fingers to point to Laurent and the lemonade clad man as the inciters, and guards hauled them both out into the parking lot.

“Let me go!” Lemonade guy yelled. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“You can try,” Laurent said, a lot more willing to be subdued by the guard that had him by the arms.

“Don’t make us call the police, man,” his guard complained. “The both of you can go your separate ways, come on.”

The door behind them opened. 

“Sweetheart,” Damen said, chidingly. “I step away for two minutes and you get yourself into trouble.”

---

They go back to a motel after this and Damen reveals the money he stole from the tills while Laurent was being a distraction. Sexy times ensue. Damen eventually falls asleep and Laurent stays awake with the tv on. The news comes on and an interview is shown with Lykaios being interviewed about the robbery at the bar -- she gives a completely inaccurate description of what Damen looked like, and Laurent reflects on how easy it is for Damen to charm people to taking his side.

From Eden Part 3

Their most recent car was a much older model. The aircon was busted and they had to wind down the windows themselves, but at least the radio worked. It was hot, despite it being a couple of hours past sunset. 

Damen was singing with the radio. He wasn’t going to win any awards, but his voice was deep and he had a nice enough sense of the music. He grinned at Laurent. He was always happy. It was part of what made him so magnetic. 

Laurent smiled back. After two years with Damen, the expression felt natural.

Except for them, the road was empty. Damen reached over and took Laurent’s hand in his. 

“Watch the road,” Laurent said.

Damen laughed. “But you’re my favourite view.”

“I won’t be happy if you kill us in a car wreck.”

Obediently, Damen looked back to the road. And then, because it was Damen, the car sped up.

Laurent’s hair flew about chaotically, longer than it had ever been when his uncle had been keeping a hand of Laurent’s appearance. It needed a trim, but as much as Laurent trusted Damen, he didn’t trust him to do that. Damen had offered to take him to a salon, somewhere quiet where there was no chance he’d be recognised, but Laurent wasn’t fond of the idea of being trapped in a chair like that. He was too used to freedom by now.

-

“Left here,” Laurent instructed.

They’d had to slow down once the got near the town. It was best to avoid anyone’s attention for as long as possible. (An admittedly difficult feat when traveling with someone like Damen).

They drove a little way past the house, until they found an obscure little dirt road to park down. It wouldn’t do for someone to see the car. They grabbed their things, and looped back to the house on foot.

Quietly, Damen was still singing. 

“Stop it,” Laurent said.

“You love it,” he replied. “This is your birthday present, baby, at least look like you’re having fun.”

“This is literally the worst place we could get caught.”

“No it isn’t,” Damen replied. “I checked out the police station last time I was here. Breaking out of the cells would be too easy.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“There were no lights on when we drove by. No one is home.”

That was true. And they’d timed it perfectly, assuming schedules hadn’t changed in the last two years. The house was silent when they got to it, not a light in sight as promised.

Laurent took a deep breath.

“Chin up,” Damen said. “Let’s go rob your uncle.”

-

The spare key wasn’t where uncle used to keep it, so they went around the back and Damen fucked with the lock until it opened. It was almost hard to walk into the house, full of so many bad memories, except it had never truly been Laurent’s home and he could just tell himself this was another job. 

“The study,” Laurent said, leading the way.

They crept up the stairs together, torches on their lowest settings.

The study was a formidable room with the big, mahogany desk, and the shelves of books that existed solely to make visitors feel stupid. “Look at this,” Laurent said, pulling out one of the books. “War and Peace in Russian. He doesn’t even know Russian.”

Damen reached past him, and nonchalantly, tipped a stack of books off the shelf. They clattered noisily onto the floor. “Oops,” Damen said. He turned away. “Where’s the safe?”

“Under the desk,” Laurent replied. He was busy searching through the books, finding any early editions to pilfer. They’d probably be able to sell them to an antique store for a bit of quick cash. 

Damen worked away at the safe for a bit, guessing potential codes Laurent had told him about. “None of these are working, sweetheart.” The safe made a beeping noise. “Oh, wait. Got it. Wow, he really deserves to be robbed.”

“I’m sure he thought I’d never come back here.”

Damen made a vaguely angry noise. He didn’t like reminders of what had happened to Laurent in this house. He’d even tried to convince Laurent that they could just murder his uncle while they were here. Laurent wasn’t sure he wanted to add cold-blooded murder to their repertoire just yet though. However tempting.

Damen stood up, suddenly. Hands full of Laurent’s uncle’s emergency cash. He grinned.

“Happy birthday - to - you,” he crooned.

Laurent couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I love you, you beautiful fucking bastard.” 

Abandoning the books, Laurent moved in and kissed him. Carefully, Damen put the money down on the desk so that he could cup Laurent’s face in his hands. It was always intoxicating to kiss Damen. There was something about him that made Laurent forget himself until there was only the press of their lips.

“I love you too,” Damen whispered, pulling back a little. He’d stopped smiling; it was a moment of complete genuine emotion. He did that sometimes, always out of the blue, and it always made Laurent want to clutch him tighter and maybe cry. 

“Let’s finish up here,” Laurent said, “and then we can go find somewhere nice and fuck under the stars.”

“You always know just what to say to seduce me,” Damen said.

They bagged the money, and the books Laurent had picked, and then they made their way down the stairs again.

“Wait,” Damen said.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.” He turned into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Oh hey, chocolate.”

Actually, that was an idea. Laurent followed him into the kitchen and went straight for the pretentious temperature controlled wine fridge. “Pinot noir or Shiraz?”

“Whatever is more expensive,” Damen replied. He was adding strawberries and oranges to the bag as well. Cream?”

“It’ll go warm too fast.”

“I feel like we should unplug the fridge before we go, at least,” Damen added. “If you’re still against me putting bleach in the milk.”

“Wouldn’t that make it curdle?”

Damen shrugged. “I don’t know. I had a cement mixer in a bar once but that was lime juice.”

“You can unplug the fridge. If he dies from food poisoning, that’s on him.”

Damen started to look for the cord to the fridge.

“Wait,” Laurent whispered. “Did you hear that?”

They froze, listening.

There it was. The soft sound of the stairs creaking. Fuck. Silently, Laurent gestured towards the back door. Damen nodded. He was carefully reaching over to the knife stand.

“Renaud?” came a small voice.

A young boy, no more than thirteen, stepped into the kitchen. He was wiping at one eye sleepily in a childlike gesture. Less childlike were the bruises on his arms. Laurent knew he and Damen had matching expressions of horror.

The boy’s eyes widened as he took them in. “Who are you?” he said.

Damen’s expression was one of barely concealed fury. He looked at Laurent. “I’m not leaving until that man is in a shallow grave.”

“Don’t scare the boy,” Laurent admonished. He turned to the child and tried to look as non-intimidating as a late-night home invader could possibly look. “What’s your name?”

“Are you Renaud’s friends?” The boy asked.

“No,” Laurent said. “Definitely not. I’m Laurent.”

The boy was frowning. “You used to live here.” 

“Yes.”

“Well,” he straightened up, suddenly hostile. “You’re not allowed to come back. He doesn’t want you anymore; I’m better.”

“Where are your parents?” Damen asked.

“We’re not giving him back to parents who-”

“They’re dead,” the boy said. He didn’t sound upset.

--

The boy is obviously Nicaise. They hear a car in the driveway and Laurent locks Nicaise in the pantry. Laurent’s protective instinct rears up and he insists they kill the uncle now. Damen is fully down for it. Murder ensues. They let Nicaise out and keep him away from finding out that the uncle is dead in the next room. They tell Nicaise to pack a back and discuss what to do with him. Damen suggests dropping him off at a hospital or somewhere like that where someone can get help for him (since they can’t exactly go to the cops). 

Nicaise overhears and says that he doesn’t want to have a new foster parent; at least his current one has a big house. Laurent hearing that feels too wary to risk Nicaise getting another bad household. Damen is like, well I guess we can keep him if you want??? Laurent agrees. They go get in the car and drive away. 

-

Anyway this AU was directly inspired by the film clip for Hozier’s ‘From Eden’, you should watch it bc that’s the story I intended to write