#its fucking bed time bitches I have work tomorrow

[alluringnectar]

my baby

pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader

cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like “baby & princess” , not proof read yet!

wc; 17k

life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didn’t care because so were you.

you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.

“you cannot be fucking serious” you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.

“what was that?” the teacher asked you. “nothing.” you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.

“alright then everybody get to your partners we don’t have all day!” she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.

you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to

come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. “look,” ellie says “i wouldn’t have picked you either.” you scoff, “great to know we’re on the same page!” you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. “another prissy bitch.” ellie thinks to herself.

as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. “you would not believe who i got paired up with.” dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. “a CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.” dina replies, “yikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.” jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply “thanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.” “well jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!” dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.

you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. you’re gonna fail english class. “shit shit shit!” you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldn’t give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if you’re put on academic probation, you won’t be able to cheer. you can’t let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellie’s number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.

“heyyy”

“who is this?”

“your partner in english.”

“why are you texting me?”

“do you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?”

“is this a joke?”

“ why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?”

“yeah, ill be there just give me the address.”

it’s the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.

you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.

“shit! is it 7:30 already?”

ellie takes full notice you’re in nothing but a robe and she blushes.

“yeah.”

“fuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-“

ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.

“here ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, i’ll get changed and i’ll be there in a sec.

ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.

you walk into your room handing her some snacks. “do you want some?” “sure.”

ellie says. & now shes starting to think you’re not a total bitch.

this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each other’s eyes.

you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying “um- do you have a hair tie?” “yeah of course here” and you hand her one.

you look at the time and gasp, it’s almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? “ellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-“ “no, ill sleep over it’s fine.” you nod. grabbing blankets for her, “you can sleep on my bed i’ll sleep on my couch.” ellie scoffs “no fucking way, i’m not taking your bed, i can have the couch.”

and due to both of your guys’ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.

what the fuck am i doing? I can’t like girls. am i stupid? i’m not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.

you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe they’ll go away.

it’s almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still

continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. “you know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.” slightly irritated you snap, “she isn’t even bad once you get to know her, she’s funny and sweet.”

it wasn’t any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didn’t even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.

God works in mysterious ways because you’re sitting in ellie’s room drinking vodka blasting music. it’s odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure you’re still listening, she asks you. “how about you, any boy trouble?” its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellie’s heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. “hey was it something i said? im sorry-“ “no!” you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. “i don’t think i like guys.” “what?” ellie says, shocked from what she heard.

“when i look at you, it’s not the same for any guy. sure i’ve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.” you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. “but this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.”

ellie’s mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. “hey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isn’t a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you don’t have to figure things out right now, take your time.” ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.

you’re looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. you’re eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.

“hey els?” you say softly, having your knees tucked in.

“yeah?”

“since school is ending, there’s gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?”

ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.

“i’ll be there.”

it’s the day of the rager, and ellie’s at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. “are you sure you really wannq go?” dina asks. ellie’s throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. “yeah,” jesse adds on “she doesn’t look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?” ellie stops to look at them. “guys, i know you’re concerned but trust me on this, okay?” they nod their heads. “whatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , we’re with you.” ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. she’s wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying “wish me luck!”

she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where she’s at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. she’s happy today after what happen yesterday, and she’s thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.

the jock wouldn’t take no for an answer, you’ve made it clear you’re not interested in him. “don’t be like that, i see the way you look at me.” you scrunch up your nose in disgust. “well you must be fucking blind.” and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. “fuck!” you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as she’s walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, “wait! it’s not what it looks like, i swear-“

“do you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.”

“ellie i swear nothing happened i was-“

“were you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? it’s done. i hope you had your fun.”

ellie is about to turn your back on you.

“ellie im in love with you!” you yell. loud enough

that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.

ellie looks around, “you’re drunk.”

“yes im drunk but that doesn’t change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!” you breath starts to hitch, knowing you’re about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.

“i use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.”

ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesn’t know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and you’re already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. “you’re perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldn’t believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.”

you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, “it’s okay, we were both pretty caught up” you giggle.

she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.

she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?

it’s all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.

“do you like mazzy star els?”

“i dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.”

you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.

“you’re okay with this right?”

“of course els, please hurry.”

“please what?”

you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , “please touch me, it can only be you.” and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.

“n-need you els..” you stutter. “im not going anywhere baby.” she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. “im gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.” she slides her fingers between your folds.

“already so wet for me princess” and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. you’re sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.

then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder “ellie! ellie faster!” and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellie’s fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.

your moans reach an all time high and you know you’re almost there. im- im about to cum els!” and she starts sucking on your neck, “let it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.” and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. “you taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.”

still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. “i wanna feel you against me els, please, please.” and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. “can i take this off?” you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now you’re taking off her underwear.

as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. “i love you els i love you i love you” as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. “you’re doing so good f’ me” ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.

“i think im gonna cum i think-“ “come with me, be a good girl for me please.” she tells you needly, but you can’t even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like they’re made to mold into each other’s.

you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“shouldn’t we clean up ellie?” you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says “i wanna stay like this.” you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.

“im in love with you too.” ellie tells you.

“i think you showed me already.” you laughed.

“so are we girlfriends?” ellie asks you, looking up at you.

you kiss ellie, and tell her “if you go to every one of my practices.”

safe to say there was never a practice ellie didn’t go to.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;｀Д´)

i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФωФ)

anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."

i hope it makes sense (´ 3｀)

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Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And don’t stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, I’m glad you like them 🦦🐿️

A week.

An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.

Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didn’t do anything about it, then you’ll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.

So when Jason couldn’t fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where he’d knew you’d be.

‘What time do you call this?’ Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.

‘Mid-afternoon?’ You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.

‘It’s actually 3:30 in the morning.’ Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. ‘Don’t you think it’s time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?’

‘But I-‘

‘Actually sleep.’ Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, you’ve hadn’t had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking it’s toll with how lightheaded you’ve become as of late.

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. ‘Jason I can’t, I’ve got-‘

‘An assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.’ Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. ‘But I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.’ He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.

‘No, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.’ You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. ‘Just give me five more minutes please and I’ll come to bed, promise.’

Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didn’t take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.

‘Sorry chipmunk but I can’t watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.’ Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.

‘Jason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-‘

‘We are going to sleep, end of discussion.’ Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. ‘I know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but I’d much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.’ Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.

‘Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.’ He spoke with worry laced in his words.

‘You’re really warm and comfy jay birdie.’ You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.

‘I know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?’ Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights weren’t cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?

‘Okay I understand, I love you.’ You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

ARLT GIRL I HAVE A REQUEST FOR CLARISEE‼️

OK SO CAN YOU DO LIKE A ATHENA!DAUGHTER!READER WHERE MOST PEOPLE ASSUME THE ENTIRE ATHENA CABIN IS JS BORING ITS ALL NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC AND BOOKS

AND THEN WHEN THE READER AND CLARISSE JS LIKE KINDA STUMBLE APON EACHOTHER, CLARISSE JS ASSUMES THE READER IS VERY FUCKING BORIJG BECAUSE THEYRE A CHILD OF ATHENA

AND RHE READER TRIES TO KIND OF CONVICE HER THAT SHE ISNT BORING AND ALL

(and pls a lil make out im begging you😔)

(also i love your work stay strong girl‼️🔥)

RAHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Let’s give this thing a try

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

Pt 1 — pt 2

The big house was quiet. Quiet was something you had to fight for, being a demigod your life was always chaotic and well noisy— so when you wanted to actually spend some time reading you would make arrangements to spend time in the big houses libary.

That’s how you now found yourself sitting in the library’s floor with multiple astrology books open around you and a note book filled to the brim with your findings

You heard the door open behind you, you looked back and saw clarisse standing in the door way with a few books in hand. Confused you raised an eyebrow studying the beautiful girls collected face. “What’s with the books?” You asked.

At first she didn’t respond, only setting them down on a chair. “Chiron asked me to leave some books here.” Her tone flat and uninterested, in the pile however you noticed a book about the stars that you had been searching for for hours.

You practically ran across the room grabbing the book like it was going to disappear. You looked down smiling at the cover— your excitement was innerupted as clarisse scoffed.

“I swear only Athena kids get off on this shit.” She rolled her eyes while turning to leave.

“Excuse me?” You spoke harshly.

Clarisse let out an irritated sigh. “What?— did I stutter I said Athena kids are the only people I know who can actually enjoy crap like this” she gestured her head towards the mess you had made earlier. “All you guys are the same boring blueprint of your mom”

“I’m not boring” you let out a scoff like laugh. Setting the book down on a table you crossed your arms not wanting to stand down from where you were.

Clarisse raised an eyebrow, it was clear she didn’t believe you. “Know what fine” you walked towards her. “Come here tomorrow midnight and I’ll show you that I’m not boring”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I can get you out of whatever trouble your in with Chiron”

There was silence for a moment until clarisse rolled her eyes once more, threatening you to make it worth her time before actually leaving

———

You laid face down in your bed with Annabeth standing near by. You screamed into your pillow fustrated “and who does she think she is! I’m not boring she’s suc—“ you continued to complain until annabeth stopped you

“And Why do You Care what she thinks?” Annabeth sighed while sketching on a map of the forest, making plans for the upcoming capture the flag game.

You kept quiet.. annabeth turned in her seat looking over at you, her sharp grey eyes analyzed you until you knew the secret was you. You groaned in you pillow while annabeth sighed. “Her?! Really.. y/n there’s so many better options here but her your really gonna go with her?” She scolded you.

“Look, It’s.. fuck ok she’s really pretty and her being a bitch is attractive sue me” you rolled over in your bed embarrassed. Annabeth shook her head in disapproval. “Besides your not so innocent I see how you look at the son of Poseidon, uh Percy right? Yeah how does mom feel again about you fraternizing with the man she hates son”

She threw a pillow at your head in response. You just held the soft fabric close wondering how the hell you were gonna survive clarisse, you didn’t even like her that much

…

..

You did like her that much.. fuck

———

You sat in the big house looking out the wall length window admiring the stars. You had a telescope set up propped outside the window with a few books opened around you. Annabeth so graciously and forced helped you set up a cosy scene with some blankets and pillows.

You wore a cute form fitting black jumper dress with a light blue camp sweater underneath and a white ribbion in the back of your half pulled up hair. But this wasn’t a date. You had to constantly remind yourself that you were just proving you weren’t boring.

In mid thought you heard the libary door open, stepping in clarisse wearing some red plaid pj pants and her normal orange camp shirt. You felt your voice get stuck in your throat.

Clearing your throat you patted beside you. “Common”

“This looks boring I’m going back to my cabin”

“Dude”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and sat down— only there because you could get her out of cleaning the big house which you found out was because she may or may not of broke a kids jaw.

There was uncomfortable silence, it clear she was just trying to psyc you out so you would call quits but being the stuborn girl you were you refused.

You saw a shine in the corner of you eye making your face light up. “Look” you smiled. Clarisse groaned as she moved over and looked into the telescope. “It’s a meteor shower”

“I’ve been studying the stars for years but recently I’ve noticed a shift in some of the stars usual locations, see a meteor shower happens when the Earth passes through the trail of debris left by a comet or asteroid, As a comet gets closer to the sun, some of its icy surface boils off, releasing lots of particles of dust and rock—“

You had to stop yourself from continuing, proving you weren’t boring didn’t include you yapping about stars. The shower ended quickly and which was normal for a small storm like that one. While clarisse continued to look at the sky however You put a hand on the tool.

“Right here” you shifted it, you showed her the Aries constellation. “There’s Aries, and that red circle underneath it is mars” shifting the telescope some more you continued to talk “and there is the great square of Pegasus”

It was still quite the only round being the creaking from the telescope. You pulled away fiddling with your hands. “I—“

“It’s cool” clarisse mumbled “i guess” she looked over at you from where she was laying. Your cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. “I still think your boring though spending all your time reading in here, but this” she titled her head more toward the window “this is all right”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not boring”

“Mmhm” she sat up stretching as she did.

The two just sat there looking at eachother. You now taking the chance to really admire the girls features with the only source of light being the moon. “Your hair.. I like it, the way you style it and keep your curls in such good condition… it’s pretty”

“You can touch them if you want” her offer took you back, but you didn’t deny her. You reached out and touch her soft hair wrapping a curl around your finger. “Your hair smells like fruit punch” you giggled.

“Thanks?” She laughed softly, her hand now tracing gentle circles on your thigh. You could tell she liked the jumper dress on you, making your heart beat faster.

You leaned closer to clarisse nervous you read the situation wrong. Your lips were close just barley brushing against eachother.

You felt your heart start to race, you’ve kissed girls before but something about clarisse made you nervous, nervous like you wanted to run away but excited like you needed more.

Clarisses hand trailed up your body and found its way to your waist, she gently pulled you forward finally kissing you. The kiss was short repeating a few times adding a sense of hesitation.

You felt clarisses Hands squeeze you lightly as you both looked into each others eyes. Your left arm was now around the girls shoulder with your other hand keeping you up for balance.

You moved you hand to her hair before leading her in for a more passionate kiss. It was immature and inexperienced but needy. Clarisse Bit You bottom lip making you moan allowing her to move her tongue into the mix, you moved while kissing her to sit on the girls waist.

You both fell now with clarisse laying on her back and you pinning her down, both panting while looking deeply into each others eyes. You kissed her again with a sense of urgency.

Whines and soft moans filled the air as you kissed. Clarisses hands finding themselves under your tight jumper dress resting on the sides of your thighs while you had your hands held the girls face.

Pulling away you hid you face in the crook of clarisses neck allowing her to shift positions around now with her on top, trailing kisses down your cheek jaw and neck.

She pulled back panting. “How far are we going” her eyes meeting yours.

“Only.. only this” You whispered, clarisse nodded before kissing your neck again while softly nipping leaving dark hickeys.

——

The following morning you had to hear a long lecture from annabeth about the marks on your neck and the new found relationship between you and the daughter of ares

Annabeth - shes a terrible Person

Y/n - now it’s suddenly a crime for a woman to have a personality?

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Go look at this persons post about Palestine and aid links

[tf-boi]

Game Over

(Here's a story from one of the polls I made a while back. I hope you enjoy ;) The premise is me and my boyfriend keeps getting cock blocked by his little brother but tonight I get my revenge.)

"Mmmmm mmmmm" moaned Raymond making out with his boyfriend Sean. As they undress eachother their cocks became erect and rubbed against eachother.

Sean pulled off Raymonds underwear and released his musk into the room. With much anticipation he moves in on his meal. Suddenly a scream is heard.

"GODDAMMIT!!" Shouted Tony, Sean's brother, from across the hall. Raymond and Sean paused, kocked back into reality. They grinned and resummed. But as Sean began sucking Raymond off another scream echo'd. "MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Tony has been on a losing streak on his online game and nightly his loud screams would interupt Raymond and Sean's fun. The pair took another look at eachother when suddenly another scream was heard. "You guys suck!"

"Forget it! Moods killed . . ." Sean said tossing his hands in the air.

Raymond rolled his eyes "He's been like this NIGHTLY for a whole month. I'm gonna. . ."

Before Raymond could finish his thought Sean put his finger on his mouth. "Its okay Ray Ray, he'll probably fall asleep soon. . . We'll try again then."

"Uggghhhhh. . . But I'm already turned off by his screams."

"Damn. . . Guess we'll try again tomorrow. . ."

Raymond lied in bed annoyed. He wanted to get back at Tony for cock blocking him these passed few weeks. As Sean got up to go into the shower, Raymond saw that Sean was taking his phone with him. He then hatched a scheme knowing that his boyfriend is gonna be in there for at least an hour, when Sean takes his phone in he spends most of the time watching videos and laughing at memes so he had plenty of time.

As soon as Sean closed the door Raymond quietly got up and walked into the hallway in the nude. He approached Tony's room with a spare key they had incase of emergencies and unlocked his door. Raymobd peeked in and saw Tony shouting at his screen with his noise-canceling headphones on. "Perfect he can't hear me. . .little brat" he thought as he approached his prey. As he got behind Tony he realized he was playing naked, his computer and several screens heating up the room causing him to be too hot and stripped down. Raymond almost drooled as he grabs Tony all of a sudden. Tony's focus on his game was his downfall as Raymond rippes him from his chair and bent him over his bed.

"What the fu-" Tony tried to scream however Raymond covered Tony's mouth with his hands. Raymond pulls out Tony's 'lucky' butt plug from his ass and shoves his cock in. Tony tried to scream put Raymond put his hand over gis throat turning them hollow. Tony was confused as his body began to warm up with a lustful sensation. He stopped struggling as he fell to his bed almost succumbing to his fate, drooling as his mind goes blank. Raymond began focusing on the shape he wanted as Tony's limbs began to shrink and sink into him. His neck expanding as what looked like forskin surrounds his head. His body going from a flat human body to a thick round shaft. Raymond grabbed a pair of Tony's underwear and sniffed it as his victim slowly shrinks. Veins appearing as he throbbed. Soon Tony took his final shape as a thick juicy cock, Raymonds normal pubic hair changing to the light purple color of Tony's hair.

"Thats what you get for cock blocking bitch!" Raymond exclaimed in joy. He rubbed his new cock admiring his work. "Oh looks like you added a whole 6 inches! Thanks a lot bro!" Raymond began to jack off moaning in joy having to hold in his load nightly. Days of having to fuck various coworkers and clients in the office bathroom are now coming to an end. His jerking off was cut short as he heard an annoyed voice. "Ahem . . . What do we have here?" An annoyed Sean came into Tony's room. "B-babe?! You're done fast!" Raymond stuttered.

"I was out of shampoo so I just rinsed my body off" Sean said tapping his foot "I said not to do anything. What the hell man".

"Well. . . I was mad and couldn't think straight. Besides his mind is blanked out for at least another hour. So we can finally fuck in peace."

Sean raised an eyebrow.

Raymond got on Tony's bed and spread his legs, Tony's dick body presented in all its glory. "You know you want us . . ." Raymond said full of lust.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Sure but as punishment I'm gonna do all the work. . . You have to stay still".

"Fine. . ." Raymond sighed. He wasn't opposed to having Sean do all the work but now he can't go all out like he wanted.

"Now lie perfectly still love" Sean said suggestively.

Raymond lied down with Tony fully erect, his partially conscious mind throbbing at the sight of his older brother. Sean opened his mouth and stuffed his face with Raymond's giant cock. "MMmmm MMmmmm" Sean moaned as he envelope's his former brother with his mouth. "God he tastes so good~!" Sean thought. He sensed Raymond's legs trying to wrap around him, but he raised his finger and wagged it side to side, telling him, 'No you are just my sex slave today, no moving'. Sean continued to deep throat the massive rocket before him as he also gave Raymond a hand job. "Slurp slurp, gulp" Sean moaned as he sucked in all of Raymond's precum. "Uhhh uhhhh . . ." Raymond felt his tip being licked so that Sean can taste his new cock, even feeling the tip enter his shaft a bit. Raymond gripped the bed as Sean continued to go down on him. Sean's lips tighten around Raymond's dick as he moved his head back and forth, until he slid Tony's cock body out of his mouth.

Sean enjoyed his boyfriend's new cock in his mouth long enough. He turned around and shoved Raymond's dick into his ass and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Raymond gripped Tony's bed and curled his toes as his boyfriend pounds his new dick full force with his plump bottom ass. "F-faster faster!" Raymond shouted as Sean tightened his ass cheeks and bounced up and down his former brother like a thick dildo. As Sean kept riding he felt himself fall over all of a sudden as Raymond couldn't hold back any longer. He got up and started fucking his boyfriend like a wild beast. "Uhhh uhhhh .. . no fair!" Sean moaned into the bed "But keep going!!!" He screamed as his ass gets destroyed by his boyfriend's new cock, underestimating how much length and girth his brother's body added to it when Raymond absorbed him. Raymond pounded Sean's ass faster and harder as the pair moaned. In the corner of Raymond's eyes he saw a pile of clothes Tony took off when he striped down. Raymond grabbed a sock and stuffed into Sean's mouth. Sean moaned as his ass gets destroyed with his brother's sock in him. The taste fill his mouth as the salty sweet feeling fills his mouth, with a hot mess filling his ass. Raymond grabbed Tony's underwear and gave it a big whiff as he fucked Sean. Sean cums multiple times, soaking Tony's bed with his seamen, however Raymond didn't care that his boyfriend finished, he kept fucking him until Raymond came 3 more times. After pounding his boyfriend for what felt like an hour, Raymond bent over his boyfriend and grabbed him as he released his load into Sean's ass. Gallons of cum fills his boyfriend's ass and expands his stomach. The pair kept cumming until they fall over and embrace. The two kiss and Sean looks at Raymond's now limp cock, cum still dripping out. "Looks like my little bro made a mess in me~" Sean said rubbing his stomach. The amount of cum in him made him look pregnant. "Yeah, I'm glad he was cock blocking us for so long, that release was amazing!" Raymond said stroking his cock.

All of a sudden Raymond's dick started moving a bit on his own.

"Uh oh, looks like Tony woke up babe!" Raymond snickered.

Sean bent over and gave Tony a little kiss on the tip. "Sorry little bro, your new body is amazing so you are gonna stay like that! At least until you made up for all the times you cock blocked us!"

Sean and Raymond snickered as they prepare for round two.

Tony stayed as Raymond's dick for several weeks where the pair fucked several times a day.

[tac-the-unseen]

Howdy!

I was going through your master list for all of your questions and notice you had something down for sleep demon?

I don't know what that is but I'm sold! So can you make a creepy fluff for whatever it is?

Please and thank you'

Love,

Anon <3

Of course! I had an old draft of this so I just only needed to finish it lol

Sleep Demon x reader

(Creepy Fluff) 

You lay in bed with your hands over your eyes. You really need to sleep but your mind won't stop. You can feel a dull drum behind your eyes, pounding away like you don't have an early shift tomorrow. 

Your brows furrow tightly hoping the painkillers you took 10 minutes ago start working their magic soon. You toss yourself over to look at the time in your charging phone.

 1:20 AM

You're screwed. 

Your shift starts at 5:00, Your alarm is set for 4:30. Even if you fall asleep now you'll only get three hours in. A small panic settles into your stomach and you let out a pitiful groan. 

“Shhhhhh…” 

You freeze, But only for a moment. You quickly whip your hands off of your face to look for whatever made that noise.

Your search doesn't even last 2 seconds before you see…it?

The slender human-like creature stands by your doorway. Its  face is white with black holes where the eyes should be. It has No nose and no mouth. It's wearing the darkest shade of black you've ever seen and a pair of matching gloves. You don't know what tells you it isn't human, But your mind immediately removes humanity from the situation. 

The creature presses its gloved hand against where its mouth should be and makes another “Shhhhhh…” it creeps closer to you and moves delicately across your floors. 

You try and sit up but are met with the most resistant pull backwards. You try to lurch forward again but your muscles won't comply. To your absolute horror you realize you're stuck. Frozen in place. Your breathing starts to get sporadic and uneven. 

“Shhhhhh….” It shushes you again. 

Finally the thing is looming over you. It softly taps your nightstand and rubs his gloves together. “Shh..shh..shhhh.” it whispers to you. Just out of your field of vision it reaches down to its side. Your mind runs wild. Will it pull a knife? A gun? But no, it reaches down and pulls out a chalkboard and a packet of chalk. 

It taps the board gently above you and makes light whooshing sounds. “Shhhhhh…..” it whispers again. It's attention turns to the board and it takes a piece of chalk and begins to slowly drag it across the board. 

After a few seconds it turns the board to face you. ‘Hello.’ was all that it had written. It looks around slowly and slowly rubs away tears you didn't know you were shedding. It looks back at the board, wipes away the previous message and begins to work on a new one.

When it turns the board towards you it reads ‘Be patient…’ It sets the board back down and starts writing again. ‘...With me.’ is the new message. 

So far this thing has greeted you and told you to quit your bitching In all of 5 minutes. It begins to write again ‘You belong here…’ and again ‘Let me fix you.’ 

You have no fucking clue what that mean. Fix you? Fix? What is there to fix? What does it think needs fixing? 

The creature sets the board aside and rubs away the chalk from its fingertips. Slowly its hand brushes your cheek and rubs its thumb over your temple. The gloves are soft yet cold, the leather is smooth and well taken care of. 

The creature lets in a deep breath and uses it's other hand to press onto your sternum. It gently taps your chest and uses it other hand you make you look at it. It takes another deep breath and breaths out. 

This thing is telling you to take a deep breaths. This thing is telling you to control your breathing. You take a deep breath and shakily exhale. It taps your cheek softly like It's praising you. 

Both its hands slide up your body and reaches your head. It softly begins massaging your temples and using its thumb to gently pet your eyebrows. “Shhh…” it whispers again. Its fingers delicately worked into your hair and over your aches. Slowly you began to feel your headache disappear. 

Oh…That's what this thing meant. It's not fixing you, it's fixing your headache. 

You're a little relieved now that its intentions seem slightly more pure than you thought. It clicks its tongue at you soothingly and lightly pressed into your temple. Quickly it's like a weight is lifted off of you. The pressure on your head is slowly lifted. The throb in your temples dissipates as if its fingers just pulls it from your skull. 

Your body lets out an involuntary groan of pleasure. It lets out a noise akin to a chuckle and slowly its hands slowly leaves your head. You let out another groan of disapproval, it again lets out that strange chuckle noise. 

Its hand slowly reaches back for the place you know its clipboard rests. You hear the tapping and scraping of chalk and once again the chalkboard is put back into your field of vision.

‘Are you doing okay?’ it slowly taps on the board and a makes a gentle whistling sound. It's lowers the board, erases it's previous message, and taps away to write a new one. When it's finished it lifts the board back up ‘I know this is a bit much…’ 

Again it writes a new message, this time it's quick. ‘but…’ And then it's on to the next. It dips its head down and works just out of your sight. When it comes back up  ‘I know you can do it.’ This thing is encouraging you. 

You're not sure if it's the moment, The relief, or an odd version of Stockholm syndrome, but it’s message strikes a cord deep within your heart. Your mind starts to reflect on your relationships with people. 

Why is it that this thing with no face is saying everything you've been wanting your loved ones to say? Why is it that this monster who broke into your house is nicer to you than your family is? I'm most importantly, Why have you oh so suddenly want to develop a deep connection with this thing? 

While reflecting on all these questions and genuinely considering a psych ward visit, it's able to pull an object from it's pocket. 

A comb.

It carefully begins to comb your hair. The gentle scratching of your scalp is damn near intoxicating. If you could move your foot would be thumping on the bed like a dog. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body lets out another groan. 

Seeing as you clearly like the combing, it keeps brushing for 9 minutes. The whole time it shushes and clicks at you soothingly. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling. When the sensation of your hair being brushed abruptly stops your eyes open. It reaches down and begins to write again.

 While it's writes, you try to shift into a more comfortable position, as the spot You've been laying in for a while just isn't doing it for you anymore. 

You mentally call yourself stupid, knowing that you're paralyzed, but You still managed to turn your head. And then your fingers…And then your arms…. Your legs…. You're no longer paralyzed…It dawns on you that you've just been letting everything happen and that you've had the ability to move for a little bit now. 

With that realization you do shift into a more comfortable position. That seems to startle the being, and it stares at you for a couple seconds. It quickly erases whatever it originally said and starts furiously scribbling down something. For a moment you're scared of what it will say And when it holds up its chalkboard you're almost too scared to look. 

But curiosity killed the cat and you looked back at its message ‘Won't you stay?’ It's asking…not telling….

It's asking….

It erases the message and writes something else ‘evolve with me’ It flips over the board ‘You are worth it!’ 

Besides your better judgment, You're able to mutter out words before hashing it together in your brain. “You can come back tomorrow night…We can see each other then…” 

It looks a little sad at your response, it erases its board and starts writing again. Even though it's been quiet this whole time, the room seems even quieter. It's a different quiet…But you're not given too much time to think about that before it has its final message. 

‘Goodbye….see you again….’ It softly puts the board down and gently nods at you. It caresses the side of your face before finally putting you to sleep. And after all it's hard work you're put into darkness and sleep well the rest of the night. 

Thanks for reading <3

This fic is based off of an ASMRist I found called Sleep Demon. In fact it's based off of his first video!

I think that they're really cool and have some pretty sweet scenarios.

Link to Video

If you're into ASMR and creepy little guys, you really need to check them out! (Yes that gif is of the Actual channel!)

(also I didn't know what pronouns to use so I used it/its/it's)

[kthecutest]

hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

[heartfullofleeches]

What would happen if somehow, someway loser reader gets a human, maybe a yan religious person whos aware of the sex demons and how to keep them away from our dearest reader?

"bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side beautiful and bold."

A rhyme used to teach them how to tie their laces as a child, but worked just as well for lunch boxes. They cooked meals for all manners of occasion and person. Teachers, shelters, holidays - but none quite mattered as much as the plentiful feasts they created for their dear neighbor and longtime crush - you. From what they'd witnessed, you couldn't do a thing on your own. They washed your clothes, scheduled doctors appointments, and so much more than they could count on one hand. It was like you were already married. As of late, you haven't asked for their help and even changed the locks on your doors to prevent them from getting into your apartment. While the pain was excruciating, they knew you weren't at fault.

It was them. Those demons.

From a young age they could sense the supernatural. A gift bestowed on the first born of a new generation. The door of your apartment oozed with their scent, and so did you. It's human instinct to give into temptation, and their biggest regret is that they hadn't confess to you sooner. If they express their love the day it bloomed you could've been married by now and they would have claimed the role those devils had taken. How cozy and warm your bed must be. A taste of the heaven you're both bound for once they save your soul from their wicked clutches. It was only a matter of time before they could free you, but first - they simply had to study their rivals.

Knocking on your front door, your neighbor raps their knuckles against the frame twice, breaking with a short pause before the final beat. The thick wood muffles a barrage of obscenities as someone crashes out of bed and to the door. You answer with disheveled hair clinging to your sweaty face and bruises along your neck - figure covered up with a stained bedsheet. Your neighbor averts their eyes, shame brewing as their drawn back to your exposed chest and legs. You yawn, stretching until there's a soft pop from your spine.

"Yeah?..."

Your neighbor smiles. "Y/n! Good morning! I assume all is well? I made a bit too much for breakfast this morning and, oh - well, I'd hate for it to go to waste so I brought you the rest."

"Oh... Thanks, Elio. I was kinda hungry." You reach out for the meal - shuttering as warm lips meet your neck.

"Aw, but I was just about to make you your favorite meal. You cheating on us with a new cook now, baby?"

This creature. Even in human disguise, its stench was over powering. Eilo was sure the tears in the corners of their eyes was from it, and not the way that demon clung to you so. They're stronger than that.

You swat them away. "I told you not to do that while I'm talking to people."

The demon chuckles, tugging at the band of the shorts you threw on. "Sorry, baby. I forgot. Guess you'll have to teach me some manners, hm?"

Elio clears their throat. "Either way, I'd appreciate it if you take this. Give it to a.... friend - or save it for tomorrow?"

The demon's smirk falls. "Yeah, yeah. Hand it over."

It extends its hand to take the box, reeling back with a ghastly screech as their flesh sizzles from the brief contact. Their eyes darken; teeth barred. Eilo smiles innocently.

"Is there a problem?"

"You fucking bitch."

The demon lunges for Elio, but you hold them back and shove them inside - pinning them with your weight as best as you could. "Calm down! You'll get us caught!"

The demon thrashes beneath you, nearly successful in bucking you off if they hasn't been reduced to mortal form.

"I said - calm down!" You crash your lips against their fangs, biting down on their serpent-like tongue to snap them from their frenzy. Their limbs goes taught, lips finding yours in an open kiss. Two shadows appear beside you, one lifting you off the floor and the other holding their middle finger out as they slam the door. It breaks Elio's heart to do so, but they take their leave. You pick up the lunch box after they depart. The cloth around it is drenched in water.

Three. There were three of them. This will be easier than they originally thought.

[wokeupchrisbrezy]

Toxicity.

Lando Norris

Toxic.

That is the only word to describe it. 

Why would I do it? Why am I doing this? Why do I stay?

Multiple questions run through your mind as you watch the seconds count continuously during the call. Silence filled the void that was your relationship with your boyfriend. Emptiness took the place of love. Cold shoulders in the place of kisses and hugs. 

At first it was all sunshine and rainbows. Happiness galore. Smiles and affection in every crevice of the couple. Over the course of a couple months, communication dwindled between the two of you. Intimacy was scarce. Touches, innocent or not, were basically non-existent. What happened?

Your boyfriend is great. Was great. Emphasis on the ‘was’ part. Perfect boyfriend, a real ten out of ten. You could not be happier. But slowly, all that’ loving' ran out. You tried… and tried.. And tried.. And tried. 

You’re simply returning the energy at this point. Do you still care? Yes… sadly. 

Should you? No and your best friends are this close to strangling you. But for the plot… right?

“You still there..?” His voice rang through the speaker of your phone.

“Oh… yeah. I’m still here.” You respond slowly.

He hummed. 

“I fly in tomorrow, remember?” You remind him. “Do you need me to bring anything?”

You were flying from America to Monaco. Your boyfriend was successful, to say the least. He was in a whole different tax bracket. He lived with you for a couple months while he was working on a project for work. He worked hard. He earned his success. Most of it, his father’s connections did help, that's for sure.

“No.” He replied almost instantly. 

“Okay…” The silence was loud. “I’ll let you go. Sleep well. Goodnight.” You sighed with some defeat in your tone.

“Goodnight. I love you.” Liar.

“I love you too.” Liar.

He ended the call before you could even blink. A rush of irritation entered your body then left as quick as it came. It isn’t even worth getting angry over at this point. Too many arguments and screaming matches have drained the effort of getting angry from your body.

—

Your flight landed an hour ago. You managed your way through customs and luggage retrieval. It was almost midnight. Exhaustion couldn’t describe the tiredness you feel at this very moment. Your boyfriend didn’t even have the decency to pick you up from the airport.

“I’m going to be asleep by the time you land,” was his excuse.

 Bastard. Fucker. Bitch.

Multiple curses ran through your mind as you waited for your uber to pull up. 

Not even the moon could show its face for you tonight. The city lights were mild compared to the blinding lights in the airport. You watched as people got into expensive looking cars in expensive looking outfits with expensive looking luggage. You were really in the rich’s playground now. And you thought American Eagle sweatpants were expensive.

—

You didn't even bother knocking on his extravagant front door. He told you the code beforehand.

You lazily punched the four digit code into the lock with a yawn before the annoying beeping sound decided to wail. The door unlocked and you managed to cram your thick ass suitcase in between your body and the door frame. 

Fuck this tiny ass doorway. Were these doorways made for double zero models? Most definitely.

You let the door close behind you as you hastily find his bedroom. You know this place like the back of your hand. Your boyfriend has flown you out many times before. But that was back when you actually liked each other.

He wasn’t sleeping like he said he was. Wow, what a shocker. The bathroom light illuminated under the doorway to his bathroom.

You kicked off your shoes and placed them neatly beside his. Your suitcase is in a lonely corner due to the fact that you're too tired to deal with unpacking especially at this ungodly hour.

The plushness of the luxurious bed sheets and comforter welcome you as you lay down on the untouched side of the bed. It is an absolute ghost town in that noggin of yours. Not a single thought behind your pretty eyes.

“Wow, a hobo in my bed. Fun.” His monotone voice decided to grace the presence of your ears.

You raised your head to see your boyfriend. “I’m rolling on the floor with laughter.” The sarcasm was dripping from your tone. 

Almost all your conversations ended in arguments. If they didn’t, it was because one of you didn’t have the energy to argue. 

His tone of voice was always pale. Monotone and dreary. Like he was never happy to see you. Never wanting to be around you. Never wanting to talk to you. It seemed dead all the time. Some could say it was the nature of his voice but before, he would have some fondness that would seep into his tone. That fondness got sucked back up at this point.

“Going to sleep already?” He asked as he walked to his side of the bed. His hair was slicked back wet and he was fresh out of the shower. The thought used to make you want to climb him like a tree but now it felt like a routine. A grueling routine.

“Yup.” You hummed in a tired manner.

He let out an annoyed scoff before slipping under the covers. “Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I wonder if God forgives liars…

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 12 Christmas Eve (Otis Driftwood)

Here we are! The final day of Ficmas 2023!. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy holidays or if you don't celebrate anything have an amazing next couple days <3

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns used for reader.

The firefly house was abuzz with the energy and festivities from the impending holiday. The fireflies loved Halloween sure, but since her babies were kids Mama firefly had also wanted to ensure that no matter what her babies had the most "normal" Christmas they could manage.

Even a family of psychopathic murderers deserved to have magical moments during the holidays, she had once said when Spaulding had bitched about going and getting a tree.

You were in the kitchen helping mama make some of the Christmas dinner dishes early so the workload for tomorrow would be a lot less. Mama adored you from the moment Otis had found you and brought you home. You were easily enveloped into the family dynamic were just as much one of her babies as everyone else was.

"Sweetie can you go get Otis to go get me more firewood? We're supposed to get a freeze tonight and I wanna be sure we have enough in case the pipes go"

"Yeah mama"

You replied with a smile before wiping off your hands and heading upstairs to the room you shared with Otis. Hoping to just find him there and that he wasn't already out.

"Otis? you in there?"

You called coming to a halt outside the door. Even though it was your bedroom too, you had learned very quickly to always let Otis know you were coming in. You had made the mistake of not letting him know just once, and he ended up nearly taking your head off.

"Yeah"

You heard him grumble from the other side of the door. Otis never had liked Christmas, no matter how hard Mama tried to keep everyone included in the Christmas spirit. It was always too cheery for him.

You opened the door to the bedroom and poked your head in. You noticed him sitting on the side of the shared bed and fiddling with some sort of wood that was for a future project.

"Mama wants you to go and get some more firewood. There's gonna be a freeze tonight and she wants to make sure we have backup in case any of the pipes bust"

Otis sighed and looked up at you from what he was working on.

"I mean hey out of all the Christmas stuff, going to get firewood is like the least Christmas thing you could do. Would you rather help baby finish decorating?"

His eyes widened and then he rolled them at you.

"Very funny, C'mon"

He said motioning for you to follow him as he got up. You followed him down the stairs and out of the house. If he had to collect firewood you were going to at least help him do so.

"Ya know it would make Mama real happy if you at least, tried to act happy during the holidays"

"Yeah and it would make me happy to get left the fuck alone. But that's not gonna happen is it?"

He simply said with not a hint of attitude in his voice. You gave him a small smile as the two of you approached the wood pile.

"Well it's just she tries so hard to make this a happy time for everyone, it wouldn't hurt you to at least try"

"Christmas just isn't my thing. Never has been, never will be. It's too goddamn happy and bright"

"Not everyday can be Halloween Otis. People gotta be "Happy and bright" sometime during the year"

"Sugar, Halloween makes me perfectly merry and bright"

You gave him a smile as he placed a few pieces on firewood into your arms. Once your arms were full he picked up an armful himself before the two of you began heading back to the house.

"Yeah and Halloween is why we still have that human spine in our fucking bedroom "

Otis laughed at this.

"I didn't have anywhere else to put it sugar"

"Yeah well you didn't have to hang it over our bed as if its tinsel"

"You said you wanted me to decorate our bedroom and make it more "festive" that's exactly what I did"

You rolled your eyes at him.

"You know that's not the type of decorating I meant Otis"

"Well when your with Otis Driftwood, It's the type of decorating you get"

He shot you a big smile as he opened the back door for the two of you to make your way back inside.

"Here's the firewood Mama"

You said rounding the corner to the living room to set it down by the fireplace. The tree Baby decorated was standing tall in the corner of the room adorned with all sorts of mismatch ornaments and garland. Once you set the firewood into the holder by the fireplace you turned to fully take in the tree.

"It looks like Baby just took all the junk out of her room and slapped it on there"

Otis said from behind you, you laughed at his comment.

"Be nice Otis, Baby was up nearly all night decorating this tree"

"That was nice, i could've said it looked like shit"

You smiled and scanned the tree until your eye caught one ornament in particular. The ornament in question was a little picture frame that you could slide a small photo into and hang it on the tree.

The photo that Mama had carefully slid into the small frame ornament was a photo of you and Otis. It was taken a few months after you had been fully accepted as a member of the family by Baby in the kitchen.

Baby had always told you how you somehow managed to melt her brother's cold dead heart and make him actually care about something besides himself but you never fully knew what she meant until she snapped the picture and showed it to you.

There you were, in the middle of Mama's kitchen, making dinner for the family. Otis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you stood at the stove as he thought the two of you were the only two around to see it, not knowing Baby was there with the camera.

Most people would argue that a simple cuddle from behind didn't show anything to do with a person changing. But the fireflies would all know that Otis showing any kind of affection at all wasn't something to just scoff at. Otis showing any emotion other then just plain mean to anyone was almost miraculous. When you had announced you and the white haired killer were "going steady" as Mama put it, you could've sworn half the family almost fell out at the prospect that Otis Driftwood had managed to find himself a partner.

"Why do they still have that fuckin picture?"

Otis said from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts while you still gazed at the photo.

"I think it's adorable. It's my favorite picture of us to be honest"

You told him truthfully. You adored the photo and were so happy Mama did too, enough to put it in a little ornament for Christmas.

You heard Otis huff behind you, before one of his lanky arms wrapped itself around your shoulders. You allowed him to bring you into his side as you wrapped your arms around his torso as the two of you stood there in front of the tree.

"I really gave you hell the first few months I was here didn't I?"

Otis snorted

"Yeah you and Baby were one in the same, no wonder the two of you were friends before she even brought you here"

A few beats of silence fell between the two of you before you spoke again.

"Merry Christmas Otis. I love you"

"I love you too...Merry Christmas"

[kaeyx]

Hallo hallo!

I’m the anon behind this thought (thot?):

https://www.tumblr.com/kaeyx/743022802274320384/ybeastzai-who-after-hes-stolen-you-away

And also these:

https://www.tumblr.com/kaeyx/730352639809880064/i-dont-know-how-late-to-the-party-i-am-but-on?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/kaeyx/730363242821615616/well-if-its-canon-to-you-now-i-am-incredibly?source=share

And also one I can’t seem to find again but it was about like - Y!Dazai and Y!Chuuya conspiring to have Dazai “steal” you from Chuuya so you could understand just how bad things could be and Chuuya could come play hero and suddenly you’re so much better behaved look at that.

Anyway I have and will have more thought for you, so mayhaps I could have an emoji? I was thinking 🪢

Oh and new thought (thot?):

So following up on Y!Beastzai who trains you like a pet. When you finally start whining and begging and grinding on his thigh and he helps you and says all those delicious things you wrote (thank you - your response was just *chef’s kiss*) but maybe he still won’t. Actually. Fuck you. He’ll help you, moving your hips for you and whispering dirty praise and reassurance in your ear until you cream on his slacks. And then he’ll just…clean you up. Put you to bed. Because now, now that he’s seen just how well this has worked, he wants to know just how perfect he can make you. He wants to see you beg. So this is the new pattern. Until one day, after you’ve ruined a new pair of pants to his satisfaction, you’re collapsed, trembling and half delirious against his chest, but when he tries to move you, you whine, shake your head just a little. At first he’s surprised, almost disappointed at this display of seeming disobedience. But then you lift your head just enough to look at him with hazy, adoring eyes. “You always take such good care of me. Wanna take care of you too…” And you shift your hips again, more to indicate the tent in his pants than anything else, even as overstimulation makes you hiss.

Anyway, I’m predicting rug burns all up your back.

-🪢

Youuuuu make me insaneeeeee yes I remember those asks they're so juicy....

Beastzai loves that you're desperate for him, it's such a big change and he's very proud of you. But he doesn't want to give you everything just yet, he doesn't want a spoiled dog, he wants an obedient one. He'll reinforce good behaviours though, seeing you so eager for your daily lap time makes him feel so warm and fuzzy, as well as turned on, and he's always just as excited as you are. He'll hold your hips with long, delicate fingers and move you slowly, rubbing you back and forth on his bulge while he praises you, teasing you by going too slow. The rough fabric rubs your poor pussy raw, but it feels so good that you never tell him to stop. You're sensitive enough to be crying by the time he makes you cum, holding on tight to him if he hasn't tied your hands behind your back. Sometimes he doesn't let you cum, sending you to bed absolutely soaked and dripping all down your thighs, hands still restrained so you can't finish yourself off and get even more excited to greet him tomorrow.

Sometimes he has to stay late and if he knows it beforehand he'll edge you until you're pleading, until your cunt aches from how empty it feels and how badly you want him. And then he'll just leave you alone keeping an eye on you during the night until it's time for him to leave. And the end of a long day there's nothing that cheers Beastzai up more that coming home to you passed out on the chair he always uses, or humping the furniture like a bitch in heat. He always teases you, slipping a finger or two into your pussy to feel how warm and wet you are before letting you rub yourself stupid on his thigh.

You end up begging and pleading for his cock, even if it's just to see it, you're already in love with how it twitches right against your entrance and throbs when you grind your clit against it through his clothes. Beastzai is so flattered, asking you if you really deserve it just to hear you beg and tell him how good you are, how well behaved. Like a desperate mutt, babbling while you spread your thighs wide and let him see your cunt throbbing and creaming all over his slacks. You almost cry when he tells you that no, only good dogs get fucked like that, and carries you to bed with your hands still tied. You have no idea how close Beastzai is to snapping, how enamored he is with you and your begging, the way your hot, slick cunt drools all over his lap and sucks his fingers in when he traces them lightly through your folds.

[swifty-fox]

oh my goshhh i love this new list

could i request ❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜ with buck and bucky (little beasts!!) orrrrr ur hockey au if ur down

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

HOCKEY AU

"Fucking cock-sucking, dick-riding absolute joke piece of shit garbage fuckin-"

"Woah there sailor." John drawls, swinging out of the bathroom. Steam billows out after him, haloing his athletes body like the angel he most certainly was not.

Mikeeysmind's 'VVV' trails out after him, a particular assault on Gale's ears that has him pressing his fingers to his temples

"Sorry, did I interrupt your preening?" Gale bites and then groans at himself, falling back onto the cushioned hotel bed.

He was trying this new thing where he didn't pick a fight with John at every turn. Results were so-so because Bucky Egan was infuriating even when not in the crease.

"Hadn't even started yet, actually."

Hooligang bursts into its opening chords before John makes his way over to his phone and taps pause, other hand fisted to keep his towel secured across his muscled waist.

"What's up Buck"

Gale knows John's amused by the rhyme. Knows it's a Looney Tunes thing, knows John was childish as they come despite his man's body

"My stream isn't working." Gale says miserably.

John stares at him for several long moments, face going through an array of emotions before settling on incredulity.

"Ice cold bitch Gale Cleven, who would instate a swear jar if he could get away with it, who helps old ladies across the street. Who goes faint at the mention of the word anal-"

"Okay-" Gale says, his cheeks coloring.

"Who can make a short-handed goal on one skate with no help and walk it off like it's nothing, is getting mad because he can't watch the Habs game."

"They fuckin' runsed us last time. Skated fucking circles around me John."

"Imagine, King Cleven not dominating the ice for one game." John drawls, coming around to the side of the bed Gale was draped over.

Gale looks up at him, water dripping of John's curls and splattering on Gale's forehead. The angle makes him blush, his heartrate kick up and his body stirs interest.

"We're playing them tomorrow."

"We're playing the Ducks tonight."

"Oh the Ducks," Gale snorts.

John grins down at him. There's a bulge in the front of his towel, clearly also having taken notice of the angle.

'Why dont you," John murmurs, reaching down to tangle in the long waves of Gale's hair, "Learn how to relax a bit."

"Fuck off." Gale snaps, but his fingers reach to untuck the end of John's towel, letting it fall to the floor.

John grips himself, pressing against the curve of Gale's cheek. He drags his head across the wet seam of Gale's lips letting the salty taste of his pre trickle down to Gale's tongue.

"yeah," John sighs, head falling back. A Grecian god in the afternoon light, "lets do something about that mouth of yours saint Cleven."

Gale lifts his head and swallows John down

thank you @1343-40 for the linguistics help LOL

[vanfleeter]

Matched: Chapter 6 - The Oversight & The Future

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Angst. Language. Relationship strain. Fluff. Mentions of marriage. Smut. Sex. Unprotected sex (p in v). A/N: Lock in for the whirlwind.

Month three. Exhaustion is starting to hit, the irritation and frustrations are growing. We’re nearly done with this album, just a few more songs to record and then we move onto the album art. Something we can’t all agree on.

I haven’t seen Thea in a month due to constantly being in the studio, recording, writing, doing interviews when they come up. I’ve tried to push them onto Sam or Danny so I could make more time with Thea, but they turn them down nearly every single time.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pull it out to see Thea calling. I can’t help but to smile at the sight of her name as I set my guitar to the side and answer her call. “Good morning,” I answered.

“Good morning,” She responds. I can hear the smile in her tone. “I woke up this morning and you were already gone..”

“I know, I’m sorry.. I totally forgot that I had this interview to do..” I lean forward on my knees and brush my hand through my hair.

“You’ve been doing them a lot lately..” She says.

“Yeah, I know..” I huff. “I guess this is what happens when you push them all on someone else for so long that now the tables have turned..”

“What time are you going to be home tonight?”

“Probably not until late, we have to finish these last few songs and Josh has been such a bitch lately.. Such a fucking perfectionist that it’s starting to annoy me..”

“Oh.. Okay.”

“I’m sorry..”

“No, don’t worry about it. But uh, since you’re not going to be back until late, then I guess I’ll just go back to my place after work. I've been kind of neglecting my plants,” She slightly laughs.

“Oh right, okay.. But tomorrow–you and me, coffee date. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before hanging up.

My brows knit together as I pull my phone away. No ‘I love you’ before she hangs up? I go to open our text thread when the door to the studio opens and Josh steps inside followed by Sam and Danny. I send her a quick ‘I love you’ text before locking my phone and putting it away.

–

It really wasn’t until late when we finally left the studio and I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow. Though it wasn’t until the sun was blinding me that I finally woke up. My eyes bugged when I saw the time on the clock. 12:30pm. “Shit, shit, shit!” I scramble out of bed, finding that I fell asleep in my clothes from the night before. Reaching my phone, I discover that it’s nearly dead and filled with notifications. Half were from Thea wondering if I’m on my way and the other half from Josh asking me the same thing.

Dialing Thea’s number, I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as I race to change my pants. But the call goes to her voicemail. I try again but the same thing happens.

“Thea, I’m so sorry.. I forgot to set an alarm and I overslept.. I missed our coffee date, please forgive me.. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Come to the studio around six if you can and we’ll go to dinner, my treat. I love you.”

I hadn't heard from her all day, constantly checking my phone for a text or a missed call. Anything. But whenever I looked, my phone was void of her presence.

“Hey, don’t make any plans tonight,” Sam says as he packs up his bass. “Mom and Dad are in town, they want to meet up for dinner tonight with all of us.”

“Sam, I can’t,” I say as I pick up my guitar and put it away in its case. “I told Thea that I’d take her out to dinner tonight, I can’t bail on her. I already missed coffee this morning and I’m pretty sure she’s pissed at me.”

“How do you know she’s pissed?”

“Radio silence, Sam. She won’t even answer my calls..” I picked up my guitar case and my jacket. “Tell them sorry, but I can’t make it to dinner tonight.” Racing out of the studio, I get out to my car when my phone starts to ring in my pocket. Thea’s name flashes on the screen. Sighing in relief, I quickly answer her call. “Hey! I’m glad you called. Be ready in like ten minutes, I’m on my way to pick you up.”

“Jake..”

“I’m thinking maybe we could go for tacos.. I’ve been craving them all day and-”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?” I pause with my hand on the door handle.

“I don’t want tacos..”

“Okay, we can always get something el-”

“Today was long and exhausting and all I want to do is sleep..”

My shoulders drop and I drop my hand from the car door. “Oh.. Maybe I can come over and make you that tea-”

“Not tonight, Jake..” I hear her sigh. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.. I’ll talk to you t–” The call ended before I finished and I dragged the phone away from my ear as the call faded from the screen. “I love you..” I mumble as I stuff my phone into my pocket.

“Coming to dinner tonight, I assume?” Sam says after he walks out of the building. “That call didn’t sound–”

“Shut up, Sam.” I say, yanking open the car door. “But fine, I’ll be at dinner tonight.”

–

Parking my car, I look over at my parents’ car in the next space over. I really didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be with Thea. I shouldn’t be feeling like this because we hardly get to see them, but at the same time, I also have been neglecting my relationship with Thea. I can admit that.

Turning the engine off, I climb out of the car and make my way into the restaurant. Almost immediately I’m pulled into a hug from my mother. “I’ve missed you!” She says as she hugs even tighter. “I want to hear all about your trip! You’ve barely sent anything home besides a few phone calls.” I promised I’d tell her about the trip, but leaving out one major detail. Dad was next to hug me and tell me how happy he is to have me back on solid ground.

For the next hour, I spent nursing a beer and pushing the food around on my plate while everyone else was chatting happily with each other. I know that Mom took notice, I’ve been feeling her eyes on me for quite some time. Her hand comes to rest gently on mine and I look up to meet her eyes.

“Is everything alright?” She asks in a quiet voice as to not grab anyone’s attention. I know lying to her won’t work, it never has, so why should I start now?

“I think we’re drifting apart, Ma,” I set my fork down. “And I know it’s my fault.”

“How so?”

“I’ve been working so much–no matter how much I try to make time, something always comes up. We were supposed to have a coffee date, but I overslept. I wanted to make it up by taking her out to dinner tonight, just her and I, but then–”

“Then we came along and ruined your plans?” I shake my head and she laughs. “I’m only joking, Jake.”

“She said she was tired, and wanted to sleep..” I tap my finger on the table. “It’s been a month, and there’s nothing I can do except to keep trying..”

“It won’t be like this for long,” She says as she grabs my hand again. “At least until the album is finished.”

“Yeah.. But then comes more interviews and press.” I lean back in the chair. “She’s not happy, and I can’t blame her.”

“Don’t you have time before the tour starts?”

“A few weeks.”

“Take her out on the boat for a few days,” Mom says. “I’m sure she’d love it.”

“You think so?”

Mom smiles. “You both need some time away–together. Balance is important and I know you’re trying.” She pats my hand and smiles before going back to speak with Dad.

–

On my way home from dinner, I decided to make a stop at Thea’s apartment. I knock on her door and wait to hear her footsteps on the hardwood floor as she comes to the door. But none came, so I knocked again. Still no answer. She must be asleep then. I start to walk away, to go back down to the car, when the door opens followed by her voice.

“Jake?” I turn back to find her in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes as she yawns. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I wanted to come see you. I know you wanted to sleep but..”

“No, no, it’s okay..” She waves me in and closes the door behind me. “I want to apologize for blowing you off..”

I shake my head and pull her in close to kiss the top of her forehead. “I can’t be mad at you,” I say when I pull away. “I just thought, because we haven’t seen much of each other, we could have gone out or something.. Plus I felt guilty for missing our coffee date.”

“Don’t worry about that,” She walks over to the kitchen and grabs a brown paper bag. “I assumed you had overslept after working so late, which you confirmed in your voicemail.” She hands me the bag and leans against the counter. “So I picked up a muffin for you.”

“Thea, you didn’t have to..” Now I feel even worse. I close the bag and cross over the floor to press my lips to hers. “I’ve been so flaky with you and you still, for some reason, give all this love. I don’t deserve it after all that’s been going on.”

She smiles and pulls me back in for a kiss. “It’ll all be worth it though,” She says. “Not much longer.” Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me again, this time deepening it.

“Please tell me you’re mad, so I can feel guilty.”

Thea smiles and kisses me again. “I’ll be honest, I am just a little bit.”

“You and me, we are taking a trip once this album is done,” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “We have a break for a few weeks in between the album’s release and the start of the tour. I only have to do a few interviews that will be pre recorded and released sporadically over time, but we are taking a trip.”

“On the boat?”

I smile and nod my head. “I’m finding a way to have it brought to the coast. We’re going to go sailing for a couple weeks, wherever the wind takes us.”

“You sound like a chick flick.” She laughs.

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Sometimes I have a way with words, though they do tend to make me sound like an eighteenth century writer. I think I sound romantic, but others find me weird. To each their own, I guess.

That night I made love to her. In the month we’ve barely seen each other, we could both feel the need drawing us to each other. A primal need, one we’ve been craving. And as much as I wanted to turn her around and bend her over the kitchen counter right in that moment and just fuck her, my heart was demanding for this to be taken slow.

After all, it had been a month. One slow and agonizing month.

After we had managed to strip each other naked, between all of the kissing and fondling, I scooped her in my arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I knew that she knew that I could hardly contain myself as she pulled me on top of her.

Crawling over top of her, I lay in between her legs and line myself up with her entrance. Slowly I push myself into her, her whimpering moans filling my ears. Oh how I’ve missed hearing that. I take it slow, thrusting into her, making this last for as long as I can.

I know these remaining few months are going to be difficult, and I won’t see her as much. But I know after it’s all said and done, we will travel. I’ve wanted to take her out on the boat, sail the open seas with her, and show her the world as I’ve seen it.

I feel her clench around my cock, signaling that she’s close. Feeling myself nearing my own, I thrust deeper into her, placing hungry kisses to the side of her neck.

We soon reach our end and I fall on top of her, breathing heavily. “I love you,” I whisper as I kiss her chest. “I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do,” She drags her fingers through my hair. “I love you too.”

Removing myself, I slide onto the bed beside her and she lays against my chest. “This album,” I begin to speak, resting my arm behind my head. “Might be the last one, for a while.”

She lifts her head, resting her chin in hand across my chest. “You’re really going to go through with it? Is that what you want?”

“No,” He says. “But it’s what has to be done. The band already took a break once before and it was beneficial for all of us. As much as I know that Sam and Danny are eager to get back into the stride of things, and as much as I thoroughly enjoy making music and touring and living out my dream.. I know that deep down, and I know he’ll deny it, Josh wants to pursue film. He dipped his toe back into it while I was away and he’s so passionate about it.. I think it’s time to change places–at least for a little while.”

“You’d be okay giving up the band to help him with his film?”

I nod my head. “Of course. He’s given half his life to this band, to my dream. So once we finish this album, and the tour–we’re gonna stop for a while.”

“How long?” She asks.

I rest my hand on her back, drawing soft circles on her skin. “Until he is content,” I say. “And long enough so that you and I can start a life together, if you want that too.”

She smiles and moves closer to kiss me. “Of course I do. I want it all with you. Tell me about it.”

“About this life.” She moves to sit up, and brushes her hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen the smile on your face as you dream. So.. Tell me about it.”

A smile spreads across my face and I push myself up into a sitting position. I reach my hand forward and brush my hand across her face. “They have your eyes. All three of them.”

Her head cocks to the side as her lips curl into a smile and her eyebrows rise. “Three?”

I smile and nod my head. “Two boys, and a girl. Michael and Henry.”

“The girl doesn’t have a name?”

“I never knew her name, but she was definitely your mini-me.”

“What else was in this dream of yours?”

I cleared my throat and shifted my place on the bed and I continued on about my dream,

“We have a home, with a lot of land. There’s a creek nearby that the children love to play in apparently. With the house there is a porch, where we can sit and enjoy the sunsets in the evenings and watch our children run around and have fun. I know for a fact that it will be a home for us to grow old in too.”

She gently brings her hand to my face and caresses my cheek, her thumb softly rubbing over my skin. “That sounds beautiful. And it was all with me?”

I nod my head. She smiles and brings her face closer to kiss me. Not a hungry kiss but a passionate one. When she pulls away she grabs my right hand and pulls it to her lips. “This might sound a little crazy and it’s so spontaneous, but.. What if we didn’t wait?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, placing my other hand over hers.

She smiles, laughing softly, as she places her other hand on top of mine. “What if we elope?”

Elope?

“I-I know it’s soon and we haven’t been together for long but I love you and I want everything with you. I want that dream that you had, I want all the children with you, I want to grow old with you. Every trial and tribulation laid out before us, I want to go through them with you.” She holds my hands a little tighter. “I loved Sam, but I didn’t see a future with him. I waited for you to come back because I knew that you and I were meant to be together.”

“Is this your way of proposing?” I tease.

She smacks her lips and I chuckle. “So what if it is?”

I smile and untangle our hands before sliding out of the bed and going over to my dresser where I had my small jewelry box sitting up on top. Lifting the lid, I search for the right ring before going back over to her.

“It might be a little big for your tiny fingers but…” I pick up her left hand and slide the silver band onto her ring finger. “I’ll buy you an actual one later,” She smiles and I bring her hand to my lips to kiss it. “Dorothea Foster, I have pined after you for years, hoping one day I’d finally get the chance to love you. And I finally got that chance and now I don’t want to let you go. Will you do the honor of marrying me?” I saw a tear slide down her cheek, and I reached up to wipe it away. She nods her head and I pull her in for a kiss.

Climbing over my lap and straddling my waist, she draws me in deeper. I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass in my hands. She giggles against my lips and I smile. Reaching her hand down between us, she grips my length in her hand and gives it a few pumps before she’s inserting it inside of herself.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as she sinks down around me. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, I use my other to lean on as I thrust my hips upward. We start to move together, kissing each other.

Turning us over, I lay her on her back and continue pumping myself inside of her. My name falls from her lips repeatedly, begging me to keep going. I could feel the lust ravaging through my veins, overpowering everything. Her hands dig into my back, clawing at my skin, no doubt leaving marks on my skin.

But just like our first time together, she holds tightly to my body with her legs before flipping us over. She rides me relentlessly, chasing her own high as she brings me to mine.

Climbing off of me, she lays down on the bed before moving over to cuddle into the side of my body. I didn't know how much I had needed her until I felt her release coating me. I held her tightly, unsure of when I’d see her again before our boat trip.

I can’t wait for that trip. Just her and I alone with nothing but the open seas and the blue skies. I’ll teach her how to sail and how to fish, we’ll sleep beneath the stars, maybe even make love every night. I just want it all with her.

And to elope, it sounds crazy, I’ll admit. Eloping was never a thought but it is now. We don’t need a big wedding and a lot of witnesses. It can just be the two of us, getting married somewhere beautiful. In a matter of months it will be happening.

I feel her poke my cheek, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Us eloping..”

“Do you not want to go through with it?”

“No, of course I do.. I’m just thinking about how to do it.”

Thea props herself up on her elbow beside me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And how do you want to do it?”

“I think we should do it while we’re away on the trip, go someplace that we both love, and just do it there.” I lay my arm behind my head and look at the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll even ask Josh to officiate it. He can be ordained to do so online and he’d be the only one who knows–at least for now.”

“I think he’d absolutely love to do it.”

“And possibly when the tour is over, we can have a party with our family and close friends to celebrate.”

Thea smiles and leans down to kiss me. “That sounds like the perfect plan.. But just one minor problem.”

I pull my eyebrows together in confusion as I look at her. “And what would that be?”

“Do you trust that Josh will keep his mouth shut for the time being?”

“Worth the risk.” I wink at her and pull her in for a kiss.

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Alpha Jack Atlas x Omega Reader

Mentions : Abuse,rape,runaway, foul language, rejection NSFW,, happy ending,etc.

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The night you became Yusei’s was something you hated. Painful. It always was. One night Yusei marked you. The next morning you both were tangled underneath the sheets. Waking up, you panicked. “I don’t think I knotted you. I wouldn’t do that to you, you’re unattractive. I only followed the scent and decided to have a little fun for the night.” He spoke. It hurt your feelings. Yusei use to always be such a good boyfriend and now he’s nothing but an asshole who takes advantage of you. You had no one to turn to not even your family. Everyone followed Alpha Yusei. No one dared to go against him. After 3 months of being with him after he marked you was hell. Constantly abusing you. “I thought I told you to fucking be ready by 8pm! We’re late!” he yelled and slapped you. “I’m sorry. I was busy with the other duties you assigned me Alpha.” you held your tears back to not mess up your make up. “You’re useless. Get undressed now. Forget about the family gatherling at your family’s.” he ordered. You did as he said. Undressed. Revealing yourself to him. This wasn’t the first time he forced himself onto you. Mounted you, making you cry with pain. He fucked you roughly. Marks of his hand prints on your body. Tonight he crossed the line way too much. “You’re such a dirty slut for me.” you cried hating his comments. “Crying but taking my cock very well. You still cum around me. Isnt that so contridicting.” he spoke. You came of course but it wasnt because you wanted. Its whatever the body wanted. You cried out as he slapped your face. “ Nasty bitch.” he pulled out and came on your stomach. Afterwards he locked you in the closet. “No yu-yusei please! Let me out. Let me out of here!”you yelled banging on the door. He knew you were terrified of small dark places. You closed your eyes and layed in a fetal position, trying to imagine you were nice and warm in your bed. “ Disobey me and you know the consequences.” was the last thing you heard. He left you locked in for 2 weeks.You were starving,dirty, smelly and cold. No one could hear your cries. “I’m tired of being careful in this fucking hell. Whats wrong with me? I wish I could disappear.” You said and the door opened. “You smell like garbage. Come out and wash yourself. We have an event next week. You need to pull yourself together.”he said. You left running to the bathroom. You turned on the water waiting for it to get warm when it did you quickly jumped in. it was a long shower. You had to make sure you were super clean, that the stench went away all together. The following day you remembered what you had said to yourself about wanting to disappear. Thats exactly what you did. You moved away and started a new life. You got a new job and home and after a month of being there you found out you were pregnant. “You’re 3 months into your pregnancy ma’am congratulations.” the gynocologist said. After that appointment you went home and sat there touching the mark on your neck. You were pregnant with Yusei’s pup. “Hey how did the appointme-” your friend said as she walked into your home. She saw the tears running down your cheeks. “I’m pregnant. 3months in…I need to make a call to Mr.Atlas for my pregnancy leave. I’ll leave around my 6th month.” you said grabbing your phone. You scheduled a meeting with him tomorrow at 2pm.

Jack was a simple man. He doesn’t like beating around the bush. He easily does get irritated due to people messing up with work after he explained many times on how things should be done. He is kind of silly if you think about it. He is very kind and adorable in his own little way. He really has interest in you. He would’ve made a move on you from day one however he saw your mark. It was fading away but still there. He had his doubts of course. You never once mentioned a family vacation leave, nor any other type of family related things.

“ Hello Mr.Atlas.” you greeted him. “Hello. What was it that you needed speak to me about?” he asked crossing his arms. You were hesitant to ask this early in the pregnancy to have a leave. “I need a pregnancy leave..I’m 3 months along. I’m asking for a pregnancy leave by the time I’m 6 months.” You spoke up hoping he’d be alright with that. “ You can take a leave now. Pregnancy is hard.” he said. That idea of making a move on you was now far long. You laughed nervously. “N-no..I’m good sir I can last long for sure.” “Your husband would want you to rest as much as you can so its alright.” he said smiling yet still losing his mind somehow. “Oh..I don’t have a husband its just the baby and I hence why I would like more time to work.” you said. For some reason you felt so ashamed but its not your fault. You were forced to leave.Yusei abused you. No one should be abused. Not from their mates nor family and friends. “O-oh I see..Ms.L/N. You can start your leave now. You will still be getting paid. Don’t worry.” He said. That was such a blessing. Getting paid during your pregnancy leave. You will be able to not stress about how to pay the bills. He was going to pay you. Out of his pocket not his company. “ Thank you sir for understanding.” you said standing up. He was going to abuse his power. He has all his workers files. Copies of their ID’S, Address and Social securities. “ I hope your pregnancy goes good.” he said rubbing your back. It felt soothing. You loved his touch. You hummed and nodded. A sigh left your mouth. “Tired already?” he smiled after you realized how you responded to his touch. “I am so sorry Mr.Atlas that was very rude of me. Inappropiate.” you apologized. “Everyone needs a rub on the back from time to time. No need to worry” he chuckled. You blushed and headed back to your station and began to pack your things. The following months were hard. You kept in contact with your boss. He texted you normally. He was basically your friend now. He took time off to come check up on you at your home. “Y/n you call me as soon as you need help.” he ordered as he put on your shoes on you. “I-Im sorry..Your company needs you. It’s important.” you replied and started crying. Your emotions were all over the place. “Oh no no no I’m not getting mad at you. I want you to know that I always have time for you. I will always help you.” he said wiping your tears. During your pregnancy , he slowly started moving in. He’d stay over for day that he had his own section of the closet and drawers. There were two toothbrushes instead of one. Different set of shampoo,conditioner and body wash. He bought the baby girl clothes and her necessities. He was acting like a true husband and father. Every night he scented you. You felt safe and sound with him. You scented him through the day. Today he forgot the lunch you had made him. You decided to take it to him. You dolled up comfortably. Arriving to the building everyone stared at you and the lunch bag you had in your hands. Everyone knew no one in the building was your mate. Maybe his scent washed away after your prolonged shower.Since the receptionist didnt allow you to head to his office you had no other way but to call him and let him know you were downstairs. A few minutes he showed up. “Hey princess.” he said giving you a nice hug then rubbing your now 8th month bump. Your coworkers were shocked. You were with Jack Atlas. “You forgot your lunch silly. Next time you’ll have to get more sleep so you’re not in such a hurry in the morning.” you said as he took the lunch bag. “Thank you baby. Lets head back to my office. You look very beautiful in blue.” he commented and up you go. As you both entered the office you saw the one person you didnt expect to see. Yusei Fudo. The man you hated most in the world. “W-what the hell are you doing here? G-go away. You monster.” you said crying. You began to feel scared and you started to panic. Jack had no idea why you suddenly felt this way but he released his phermones around you and he held you.

“Shh shh princess it’s okay. I’m here no one will ever hurt you. Deep breaths.” you did as he said. Slowly calming down. “How do you know him sweetheart ?” Jack asked playing with you hair. “He was my ex mate. He was the one I ran away from. He’s a monster. He abused me in many ways. I hate him.” you replied rubbing your bump. Yusei knew it was his baby. He tried coming near but Jack stopped him. “y/n is now my woman and that baby is our daughter. Forget about the deal we were about to make. Get out of here.” he said with a growl. Yusei obeyed him. He didn’t care about his daughter and ex mate. “Will you allow me to mark you as mine?” Jack asked as he moved your hair to the side revealing your neck. “Once our little one is born of course.” he smiled. You couldn’t believe how much your life has changed in such a short amount of time.

The day finally came when you gave birth. You were struggling with a name. “Mhm this is harder than I thought.” he said. “Emilia Rosé Atlas.” you said with a smile. “Thats beautiful.” he said. After a few moments the nurse came back with a birth certificate. “All thats left is for us to marry.” he said kissing you. “ mhm yes” you replied kissing back. Your daughters birth was painful but it was such a wonderful day.

As the years passed you married him and moved into his home. You experienced all the wealth he has that is now yours as well. Your daughter grew up with such good parents. Emilia went to an amazing school. She excelled in many things. She was happy to have parents who always have time for her. She is very spoiled by her dad. You both taught her to be humble and giving. All good morals. Shes a very kind person. When Emilia was 6 you had twins, Jack and Ashton Atlas.. It was shocking but you and Jack were so happy. Emilia was jealous at first but grew to love them so much. She even made an oath to always protect them. Eventually the Atlas family was a family of 10.

1)Jack Atlas

2)Y/n Atlas

3)Emilia Rosê Atlas

4)Jack Atlas Jr

5)Ashton Atlas

6)Leilani Atlas

7)Taylor Atlas

8)Sage(Cat)

9)Lily (Cat)

10)Aurora (Cat)

[sysakiddo]

just Max with his cold intelligence and Daniel with his charming manipulation as diplomatic rockstars, living their best life in Paris

sequel of this 

Daniel has lived in many places throughout his life. He knew what it was like to wake up to the sun filling the room in Italy. He saw the cherries blossom in Japan. He learned to cook hundreds of dishes only using potatoes and cabbage in Eastern Europe. In London, he learned to predict rain by looking at the sky for a minute and seeing how the clouds moved. Daniel knew what made people in the US warm up to him, how smiley he had to be to seem polite but not overly so. He knew Australia like the back of his hand. Its seemingly never-ending bushes and the smell of dry earth followed him wherever he went. 

Daniel called their apartment in Paris home very proudly. It took ages for them to move out of their respective apartments in the embassies.

The building had no elevator, and because the apartment was on the fifth floor, Max bitched about it whenever he was made to come up with tote bags full of groceries. They agreed to stay in the 16th arrondissement even though it meant the neighbours scrunched up their noses whenever they heard Daniel's strong accent when he spoke French. It was easier for Max to pass as French. He never smiled at strangers like Dan did.

Max gets home first. Daniel insisted on going to a small grocery store on the corner of their street before coming up. The lights in the living room and kitchen are on when he enters. Max made sure all of them had warm lightbulbs. He did not believe in cold light.

The gramophone from the corner of their living room, last year's birthday gift to Max, is playing Schostakowitsch's 7th Symphony. Daniel got good at assessing Max's mood solely based on which music he chose to listen to. That's how Daniel immediately knows Max is in a good mood. He puts the ice cream tube on the kitchen table and tugs his tie loose.

He finds Max in the bathroom, already brushing his teeth, wearing only a white shirt and shorts he usually sleeps in. Daniel catches his eyes in the mirror reflection, baring his teeth in a wicked smile. Max spits out the toothpaste and Daniel crowds him in, slipping his cold hands under his shirt, making him flinch.

“I already showered.” Max bitches like Dan did not notice the water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. He still turns into putty under Daniel's hands when he pushes into his shoulders, bending him over the sink. He lets Daniel fuck him right in the bathroom. After, he grumbles and whines until Daniel rewashes his hair with conditioner and a massage.

He looks smug when he is reading a book in their bed later. He waits for Daniel to turn up in his pyjamas when he hears suspicious sounds from the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he hollers, sighing. Daniel is too restless for his own good sometimes.

He turns up a minute later with two small bowls in his hands.

It's ice cream, strawberry and vanilla. Max was annoyed that the restaurant they were in had only lemon flavoured one and ordered a crème brûlée instead. Still, Daniel heard 'of course the only legitimate dessert is ice cream, Daniel,'  whatever that meant, too many times to know Max wasn't content with the last course of the dinner.

“Here you go,” Daniel handed him his bowl. “You deserve it, eh? It went really well.”

Max nods, smirking a bit. “Oh, they absolutely hated you!” Cheeky bastard. Daniel rolls his eyes but doesn't disagree.

“They weren't thrilled about the idea of you being fine with putting your dick near mine, either.”

“Was it the wedding band that gave it away?” Max laughs wholeheartedly. He doesn't care, knows the meeting went well enough. He will have a good day at work tomorrow. They eat the ice cream in silence. After finishing, the older takes their bowls to the kitchen but doesn't put them in the washing machine. In his head, he can already see Max telling him off for it in the morning.

The lights are already out for some time when he gathers enough courage to finally say it.

“They offered China to me,” he whispers and in the quiet of the room, he can clearly hear Max's breath hitch. Max lights up the light on his side of the bed immediately, fully awake now.

“What?”

Daniel scooches closer to him, reaching out for his hand. Max pulls away wordlessly.

“They called me on Monday. I'd stay for four years, starting this August.”

Max looks white as a sheet, eyebrows twitching in confusion. “But-” he starts, then gulps audibly. Daniel hadn't seen him this perturbed in ages. “I. Uh. The Netherlands doesn't have a vacancy in Beijing for another two years.”

Daniel nods. He already double-checked. “Oh.” Max is freaking out when he gets it. He can feel his hands tremble and quickly shows them under his thighs. “You want to go without me.”

“No!” Daniel tries to touch his arm again, desperate to form a physical connection between them. “No, of course not.”

“But they won't give me the place now, Daniel,” he repeats. He never showed any interest in becoming an ambassador in China before. If he knew Daniel wanted to-

“What do you-” Max's eyes are wide and like this, he looks a lot younger than he actually is. Daniel feels a pang in his chest at seeing Max so vulnerable. “Oh my god.”

Daniel has had enough, sitting up and pulling Max into his lap.

“Stop freaking out. I just want to talk about it.” He snakes a hand around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. Max clings to him, scrunching Daniel's shirt between his fingers helplessly.

“How am I not supposed to freak out? You want me to become a fucking Julia Child.”

Daniel giggles, can't help himself. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “I'm not telling you to become anything. I am not even telling you I'm going to Beijing.”

Max huffs. “You would be a fool to say no.”

The thing is, though, what is there after Paris for him? They both reached their professional goals: they first met as freshly appointed ambassadors in Washington and were lucky enough to be sent to Paris simultaneously. Both Daniel and Max were two for two in other diplomats' wet dreams - the States and France on their CVs.

Of course, it was foolish of them not to talk about what would happen after they had to return. Max knew it but he was sure they had time, still more than a year before the dreaded date. In his mind, Daniel was prepared to finish his career on a high note. Max eyed Tel Aviv next, and selfishly, he thought Danny would look magnificent in the Israeli sun. By his side.

“I'm old, Max,” he says now. “I think this is the last chance-”

“Oh, fuck off, Daniel. Stop acting like you are a grandpa or something.” He knew what Daniel talked about, though. He would never say this out loud, but he considered Daniel's retirement after Paris a sure thing.

Danny smiles and runs his hands through the blonde's hair.

“It wouldn't be the worst, no? You being the ambassador's husband-”

Max rolls his eyes. “Well, who am I now?”

He sacrificed so much to get where he is. If his father found out he so much as thought about giving it all up for a man he still refused to shake hands with- Max physically recoils at the thought.

Daniel knows how crazy what he wants from Max sounds. “You hated Bejing when we went,” Max says, absentmindedly running his fingers along the tattoo on Daniel's biceps, the one he got in a small tattoo parlour during their stay there. They got robbed on their way back to the hotel.

He sounds so lost Danny squeezes him even more tightly.

“I hated Paris, too.” he shrugs. Max understands. The best part of Paris is the fact that Daniel is there.

He gulps again, the rational part of his brain finally kicking in. “That would make me. Unemployed, I guess.”

“I am not saying it must be like that, Maxy. We could switch after four years. I will surely retire by then. I would be the best trophy wife, don't you think? Grey and hot as hell.”

Max smiles despite being too shocked to do anything else than answer with a shrug.

Daniel kisses him goodnight. “We will figure something out,”

It takes him another hour to fall asleep. His dreams are full of the booming sound of Daniel's laugh, steely blue eyes filled with disappointment and busy Chinese streets.

third part 

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 5

word count - 2.1k warnings - cursing

Summary: Lina deals with car alarms and caffeine.

I'm jolted awake by a car horn blaring. I blearily check the time, noting it's 3:23 am. I jam my pillow over my head to block out the sound, which thankfully stops after a minute. I'm just about ready to snuggle in for more sleep when it starts up again. God dammit, these alarms are a pain in the ass. Where the hell is the car owner?! Just as I'm about to get up and see which car is going off, it stops again. It's blessedly silent for about 5 minutes when it starts up again. "Oh, fuck this, I'm going to Joe's!" I hear Val hiss outside my bedroom door.

"Lina, you want to come with me? It should be quiet, and I'm sure you can crash on Joe's couch until this asshole turns his car alarm off." Val says, poking her head into my room. I turn my lamp on and wave her away.

"No, you go ahead, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep, even if it is quiet. Tell Joe I say 'hi'." I tell her, rubbing my eyes.

She shrugs and says, "Suit yourself. See you later." After a minute or two of hearing her rummage for her car keys, I hear the apartment door close, Val bitching about the alarm the whole time.

Horn still shrieking outside, I sigh and get out of bed, grabbing my glasses as I go. Might as well start on some coffee before I start getting ready for work. After setting up the coffee maker, I grab the next book in the series and put it in my purse. After a moment, I get a post-it note to put on my bookmark, writing the page number I'm on. As I wait for the coffee to finish brewing, I look through my other books, picking out the few classics I have that I know I want to read and placing one in my purse. I also grabbed the next two books in The Dresden Files and set it on my desk for tomorrow. Finally hearing the sound of the coffee finishing its percolating, I turn off the machine and grab myself a cup, pouring it in. After prepping it to drink, I take a sip and realize the alarm is silent.

Of fucking course, after I get coffee...jackass car owner... Grumbling to myself, I sit on my couch and flip through channels. As I sip my coffee, I check the time every once in a while. Once I'm done with my first cup, I make one more and start getting ready. Since I have more than enough time to get ready, I take a thorough shower. Once I get out and sip at my coffee, I blow-dry and straighten my hair, remarking at how much easier it stays straight. Huh, gonna have to remember that for later... Finishing my coffee, I figure I might as well eat breakfast at home for a change, making something decent instead of quick.

Halfway through eating, my phone alarm goes off. I sourly trudge back into the bathroom to turn it off and take it with me as I go back to finish breakfast. Cleaning up, I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth, before heading into my closet to find today's outfit. Quickly finding something cute and professional, I head back into the bathroom to put in my contacts and do my makeup. After making sure I don't look as sleep-deprived as I am, I slowly walk around and finish getting ready.

Checking the time again, I see I'm only about half an hour ahead of schedule now, so I head out and get the biggest cup of coffee Starbucks has to offer. Sipping a heavily sweetened Venti, I walk instead of running to the Metro for a change, taking in the scenery on the way. Sitting on an empty bench, I start on the book that I've brought, Frankenstein. After reading the first few pages, the train rolls up, and I board. I see Spencer sitting, reading his book. I tiredly say, "Hey, Doc-Spencer. Sorry."

He looks up and asks, "Hi, and sorry for what?"

I sigh and say, "I keep going to call you 'doctor', but every time I start to, I remember you'd rather be called by your name, instead of your title."

He gives me a small smile and says, "I don't mind. I mean, I've had worse nicknames. Besides, it's...different, but not...not a bad different."

I smile back and say, "Well, still. Oh, here, the next two books." and hand them to him.

"Oh, thanks..." he says, putting them in his bag. "Wait, aren't you reading the one currently?" he asks.

I hold up Frankenstein and tell him, "Got that covered for the time being."

"Oh! Speaking of," he starts, pulling a folded piece of paper from his bag and handing it to me. "I, uh, I-I made a list of some books. I-I remember you saying you wanted to read Frankenstein," as he gestures to the book in my hands. "And just...went from there. I tried to list books that would be in the same vein..."

Opening the paper, I look over the list. Holy shit, this guy does not half-ass things, does he? "I, uh, I-I also made sure to list the author, e-even for the-the obvious ones, just to, um, stay consistent..." he stammers out.

I grin and say, "This is...intensely thorough. I love it, thank you, Spencer."

He flushes and hesitantly says, "O-oh, um, y-you're welcome, Lina." Slipping both the paper and my book in my bag, I take a long drink from my coffee.

"Hey, uh, there's coffee at work, right?" I ask Spencer.

"Um, yeah. Why, didn't sleep?" he says, putting away the book he was reading.

"Not really. A car alarm kept going off, it was so bad, my roommate went to her boyfriend's to get more sleep..." I explained.

Spencer winces and nods. "Yeah, there's coffee. I can't say it's the best, but it has caffeine, so it does what it's supposed to..." he jokes. He signals for the train to stop and says, "Well, this is us." After the train stops, we exit and walk to the building, making small talk along the way.

After entering the building and stepping into the elevator, I take a drink of my coffee and turn to ask Spencer, "So, how was your night?"

"O-oh, um, q-quiet," he responds.

"That's good. Quiet evenings are the best, just...chill and do whatever. Read, watch something, just...exist." I say with a small smile. The doors ding open, and we walk together til we have to go our respective ways. "Hey, um, did you want to have lunch again? Maybe continue talking about books?" I ask Spencer, slightly nervous.

"I-y-yeah, see you at lunch!" he says, a little flustered. Grinning, I walk into Penelope's office and set my stuff down.

"You're sure in a good mood today. Did you have a nice night?" Penelope says, turning her chair around.

"Nope!" I say with a smile. "I'm going to be running on caffeine and spite today, buuuut I'm gonna be having lunch with Spencer again, so, uh, I'd say it's worth it." I finish with a long sip of my coffee.

She grins and says, "Making it a regular thing, huh? Nice work, Lina!"

I flush and sit down, saying, "Yeah, well, what can I say, I like talking to him. I guess he likes discussing books with me."

She gives a grin and turns back, quietly saying, "Yeah. Sure. Books..."

Grabbing a folder, my MP3 player, and headphones, I turn to her and ask, "Oh, um, is it ok, if after, like, one or two of these, I go get more coffee? I have a feeling I'm gonna need it..."

Penelope nods and says, "Yeah, sure. Let me know, and we can go get some together, 'kay?"

I smile at her and say, "Okay. Thanks, Penny!" and we get started on transcribing. As I make my way through the first case file, I finish my coffee, throwing the empty cup away.

Between the caffeine rushing through me and the music flowing into my ears, I make quick work of the task, finishing two folders by about 10 am. Pausing my music and standing up to do some stretching, Penny turns her head and says, "I'll be right there, give me, like, 5 minutes." I smile and nod, continuing to loosen my muscles and get the blood flowing again. Penelope stands up and says, "Ready?"

"Yup!" I chirp out, following her to the little kitchen area. Elle and JJ are there, and they greet us as we walk over.

"How are you doing, my lovelies?" Penny says, grabbing some coffee and leaning against the counter as I try to get my coffee. I fill a styrofoam cup and grab a few packs of sugar and a spoon. I start opening the packs and dumping them into the cup while stirring. I turn and stand over by Penny as I take a sip, making a face as I realize it's still too bitter. I head back to grab another packet or two of sugar and turn around to all three of them looking at me.

"What?" I say as I add the packets into my cup.

Elle asks, "Rough night?" I nod, and Penny pipes up, "Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. What happened?"

I shrug and explain, "Just...some asshole's car alarm kept going off at, like, 3:30 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep, hence, all the coffee..." They all nod in understanding. Derek comes over then, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I don't know what made him change his mind, but Reid asked me for a ride when we go to O'Keefe's this weekend," Derek said, drinking his coffee.

Penny lightly squealed, "Really?! How..." Then she looks over at me, a small dorky smile on my face, and she smiles and says, "I should have known. How'd you manage that, Lina?"

"M-me?! I didn't...ok, I may have said I'd probably make an idiot of myself while singing, and did he really want to miss something that ridiculous..." I said, face flushing.

"Ah-ah, I think someone's a little sweet on the doctor..." Elle says with a smile.

Freezing momentarily, I quickly shift my face to look as neutral as I can and say, "Well, if we're going to a place to socialize, why wouldn't I want to get to know as many co-workers at once while I can?"

Elle and JJ walk away, quietly laughing, and Derek says, "Nice try, Pretty Girl. You almost pulled it off."

I make a face and say, "I can't help if I'm that emotive, I have a horrible poker face..." I stop for a moment and a panicked look washes over me. "Um, y-you aren't gonna...say anything, are you?" I squeak out.

Derek gives me a gentle smile and says, "Nah. Doubt he'd believe me if I told him, anyway. Your secret's safe."

I give him a weak smile and say, "Thanks, Derek."

"You're welcome. Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I better get back to work and also convince Reid to not bring a book with him when we go out this weekend..." Derek says, throwing his styrofoam cup away.

"Wait, what's wrong with bringing a book just in case?" I ask, semi-joking. Derek and Penny just look at each other and share a small laugh, then Derek walks back to his desk.

"And on that note, my dear," Penny says, throwing her cup away. "I believe that's our cue to head back as well."

I nod, finishing my coffee. I throw my cup away and spin around to walk back with Penny, and I nearly collide with Spencer. "Sorry!" I squeak, as he blurts out an "Excuse me!" I briefly glance at Penny, and she's trying to stifle a laugh.

"S-sorry about that." Spencer stammers out.

"I-yeah, sorry, Spence. Um, still see you at lunch?" I ask, slowly walking away.

"Y-yeah. I'll-I'll see you at lunch," he says, flushing slightly. I smile at him and rush to catch up with Penny.

"Oh my God, you two are adorable!" she lightly squeals. I blush and duck my head down, trying to keep up with Penny on the way back to the office.

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Vermilion - Part 2

The fate of the band rests on the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame? Part 1

Word count - 3.0k

Warning - Jungkook is a complete asshole, he makes a remark about acne, cuss words.

Bts , Nct , Ateez

————————————————————————The bright red numbers on the clock did nothing, but aggravate him more. At exactly three o’clock in the morning Jungkook could do nothing, but stare blankly at the wall in front of him. Being in this room was the last thing he ever wanted, actually being this close to you was the last thing he ever wanted. It was your stupid fault that he was even in this mess to begin with. Vermilion was doing just fine before you came along, and ruined everything. Just because you and the other two grew up together doesn’t mean you should just get a free ride into the band. There were much better looking and more talented people that had approached them. But for some stupid fucking reason they decided that friendship was worth more than a good reputation.

Watching you sleep so peacefully was pissing him off. He didn’t deserve this, three bedrooms would’ve been just fine with him. But no you had to be a raging bitch and get him stuck in this situation. Now you’re gonna have to pay, and he’ll make sure of it. As silently as he could he crept out of bed, the squeaky mattress not helping as it creaked under the slightest movement. But as quickly as he could he stood up, and rounded the corner of your bed. Your phone was laying in the nightstand and his perfect plan was in motion. With a quick hand he held it up to your face, but sadly for him the stupid Face ID wasn’t working. Multiple combinations went through his head. The first attempt was your birthday, and when the screen shook lightly to indicate it was wrong he tried to think on his feet.

What would someone like you have as a passcode to your phone? Then it hit him, 02-16-20, the date the band got its first big gig. He closed his eyes as he put in the last digit and he prayed that when he opened them back up your Home Screen would appear. By the grace of god the picture of you all, which has him ever so slightly cut out, appeared. So original, but he plans on getting your back. The clock app was ready and waiting to be clicked on. Your alarm for five o’clock sharp was turned on, but now it’s sadly deactivated. Maybe making you late to the interview tomorrow will show you jusy how much bad luck you truly are. After finishing his mission he quietly crept back over to his bed and grabbed a pillow and the small throw blanket that laid beside it. Using the flashlight on his phone he dug through his belongings for a quick outfit. Like hell if he was gonna come back and let you have any time to get ready.

The floor was surprisingly silent as he made his way to the door. With a quick hand he swiftly brought the door open and shut it as quietly as possible. His feet brought him right towards we’re he wanted to go, Namjoon and Yoongi's room. Three quick knocks sounded on the door, and now all that was left to do was wait. And wait he did, five minutes seemed like hours to him as he stood outside the door. Another round of knocks, that we’re sharper and harder this time, sounded off the door. Soon enough it swung open with force enough to blow his hair slightly.

“The fuck do you want?” A pissed off Yoongi stood at the door. His eye bags were heavily displayed as he rubbed them. An eyebrow cocked up as he stood impatiently waiting for the younger guys to respond. “Well, are you gonna tell me, or can I shut the door?”

“Please I’m begging you, y/n, it's so damn loud with her snoring I can’t get any sleep.” Jungkook faked a yawn as best as he could. His eyes started to droop as fatigue started to set in. Yoongi narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he examined what was in front of him. A pleading look took over Jungkook’s face as he started to lean against the door frame. “Please!”

Begrudgingly, Yoongi moved aside for him to enter the room. A quick smirk jerked at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. Part one of his plan had been completed, now he at least gets two and a half hours of sleep. He made his way towards Yoongi’s now empty bed, but before he could even lay his pillows down he was jerked back by the collar of his shirt. A confused expression began to cover his face.

“You get the floor, I get the bed. That’s what you get for waking me up at three in the morning.” Yoongi yawned as he crawled back into the warm spot. He turned his body away because he knew that Jungkook would put on his puppy dog eyes and beg him to share the bed. But before he could even protest, Yoongi spoke again. “It’s either the floor in here, or out of the hall.”

Jungkook made a face at the older man, but nonetheless he made himself a comfortable spot by the heater. The floor was way better than a bed next to you. Hell a dumpster was a better place to sleep, if it meant he could be away from you. He propped his arm underneath his pillow and adjusted his blanket. Phase one was done, now it was time to drift off to sleep with the thought of you being so unprepared for tomorrow. And as sick as it sounds he put him right to sleep.

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A sharp jab to his side woke up right up. A confused namjoon stood him. An eyebrow coked as a way of asking, why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?

“Couldn’t sleep with some loud bitch snoring in my ear.” An even harsher jab was delivered to his side as he abruptly sat up. “The hell?”

“Sorry, my foot slipped.” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the suitcase that was next to him. He ignored the guy on the floor and proceeded to toss his suitcase on the bed. Digging through it for an appropriate outfit for today's interview. “Do you think y/n is up yet.”

“I’d say so, normally she gets up an hour before we have to leave so she can get ready.” Yoongi yawned as he ran a hand through his hair. His outfit was already on, the only thing he needed now was shoes. “But do you think we should go check?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, he needed to think of a response quickly. If they went and woke you up now, then you would definitely look put together for an interview. “I wouldn’t, you know how girls are when you see them without their makeup.” A fake laugh passed through his lips. He silently prayed they we would believe that.

“For once the idiot is right, y/n, doesn’t really like to be bothered when she’s getting ready.” Namjoon stated as he stirred the sugar into his morning coffee. Thanks to Namjoon’s morning tiredness he wasn’t thinking as sharply as he normally does. And Jungkook thanked the gods for it. Because know you get to see what it’s like to be on the other end of sticking out like a sore thumb. After all the times you’ve made fun of him for being unprepared it’s payback time.

“It’s okay five thirty, I bet the breakfast bar is still open downstairs.” Yoongi piped up as he finished tying the laces in his sneakers. “It looks like we could all use an energy boost.”

This couldn’t be more perfect, they were gonna be all the way downstairs, even further away from you. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from smiling just a little bit, you’re definitely not gonna be ready by the time six o’clock rolls around.

“Why the hell do you look so happy?” Namjoon questioned as he placed his cup in the sink. A questioning look across his features.

“Jsut excited to finally have a good meal for once is all.” Jungkook shrugged as he pulled the black t shirt over his body. He stopped in his tracks halfway from the door as he saw the other two weren’t moving. “Can we get going, I’m hungry.”

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The loud banging on the door made you shoot up in bed. Without thinking you raced towards the noise and swung the door open. There stood four confused men. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you waited for them to speak.

“Well you didn’t have to get so dolled up to answer the door, sweetheart.” Jungkook sarcastically stated he took a big bite from the treat in his hand. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your eyes widen, you realized just by looking at them. They were ready to go, and yet you were still in your pajamas.

“Oh my god!” You panicked and shot away from the door. With a quick hand you grabbed your duffel bag and rummaged through it. Your hair isn’t done, your makeup isn’t done, nothing is done. “What time is it?”

“It’s five forty five, we were all getting worried when you didn’t text us back so we came to check on you.” Yoongi stated as he walked into the room and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You had multiple outfits to pick from, but he could tell your mind wasn’t thinking right.

“Is it that time of the month, because it looks like your acne is getting worse.” Jungkook asked as he sat himself down on his bed. The creaking of the mattress filled your ears as you tried to fight back tears. Did you really look that bad?

“Shut up, idiot.” Yoongi barked as he turned his attention back to you. He could tell just by your demeanor that the comment stung. He knew that you were always weary about your looks and Jungkook talking like that definitely wasn’t helping anything. “Here this is nice, put it on and we’ll all go wait outside for you.”

Without a second thought as Yoongi walked away he grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt. Tugging at him harshly to get him up from the bed. He stepped on the back of his heels purposefully as they walked out the door. “You just can’t stop being an asshole for one second can you?”

“It's not my fault that she looks like shit.” A harsh slap was delivered to the back of his head. A small gag came from the back of his throat as he coughed up his cinnamon roll. “Dude!”

“That’s enough! We have less than ten minutes to get on the road if we’re gonna make it in time, and I need you two to stop acting like brats and be civil for an hour!” Mr.Young tried to keep his composure as he stared at Jungkook. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. So much chaos was happening around him and was about to make his head implode. He asked one thing of you two, one thing, and it already seems like it was a mistake to give you all a second chance.

“We have five minutes to spare and I’ll just do my makeup in the car.” You painted lightly as you swung open the door. Relieve flashed over Mr.Young’s eyes as he ushered you all towards the elevator. You hugged your makeup bag close to your chest as you closed your eyes. Elevators were always something that made your blood pressure shoot through the roof. Namjoon stood behind you as he rubbed your arms to calm you down. He knew this wasn’t easy for you. Through the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook was stifling a laugh, but right now you couldn’t care less.

The moment the elevator doors opened your eyes were blinded by flashing lights. The poparazzi screaming incoherent words to you all as you raced through the crowd. How did they even know you guys were here? Before you could even think a strong hand grabbed yours and helped you push the crowd. The lights flashing from the cameras and all the scream fans made it hard to focus on whoever was in front of you. Bobbing and weaving every chance you had as you tried to avoid the cameras. Soon enough everyone was piled into the back of the car.

“God, can you let go of me now?” Jungkook shouted as he yanked his hand away from yours. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his jeans as his face distorted in disgust. He had you all over him now and he couldn’t stand it. Before anyone could yell at him he spoke once more. “What? You said it make it look like we can at least stand each other, now there’s paparazzi photos of us holding hands.”

“I know what I said, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t scream in y/n ears in the back seat.” Mr.Young huffed as he rubbed a hand down his face. As much as he hated to admit it Jungkook had a point. If there’s photo evidence of you two acting like that then maybe in no time the people will see that you two don’t actually want to kill each other.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend anything right now. Your brain was still fogged with sleep as you felt your eyes drifting closed. A small slip of your head woke you up. And your eyes found the purple bag that was sitting neatly in your lap.

“We have an hour ride, here I’ll hold your mirror and if you go fast enough maybe you’ll get a thirty minute nap.” Yoongi smiled softly as he angled himself good enough to prop your mirror up. You thank him quietly as you dig around in your bag looking for your certain products.

“Yeah, she’s gonna need all the beauty rest she can get.”

“Ya know I still find it so funny that you're up and ready to go, and yet I was still sleeping?” You questioned lightly as you patted the concealer under your eyes. Your eyes momentarily left the mirror as you side-eyed the man sitting beside you. His eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue. When you didn’t he simply cleared his throat.

“You were snoring so I slept in the room with Namjoon and Yoongi.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, but inside he was dying. This was one topic he was hoping you wouldn’t bring up. He was praying that all you would worry about is how you looked, but by the grace of god you decided to act with your brain for once. And he could tell underneath all that tiredness you knew that something was fishy with this whole situation.

“Don’t pay him any attention, just keep getting ready so you have more time to sleep.” Mr .Young huffed once more from the passenger seat. But with that sentence you dropped the conversation at hand and paid close attention to the mirror. But there was still a nagging voice on the back of your mind, because when did you snore so loud it kept a person up?

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It was a short lived car ride as your body was gently shook awake. A blurry face Yoongi stared back tiredly as you. He gently pushed your head off of his shoulder and he gathered up all the makeup that spilled on the way there. A grateful smile hung on your sleepy features as you put everything he handed to you back into your bag. From the corner of your eye you saw your purple beauty blended on the floor boards, but before you could reach down a foot stomped right against it.

You watched in shock as Jungkook stretched his body and shoved his feet forwards. His boots left tread marks against the cushion as he scraped his feet off of it. As he sat up he noticed the purple sponge in the floor that now has dirty and grim caked all over it. He sucked his teeth as he picked it up from the floor and tossed it into your bag. All that left his mouth with a simple and insincere apology, as he opened his door to get out.

“I wish I knew what his fucking problem was.” You huffed as you pulled the dirty blender from your bag, and made sure none of your other makeup was contained with his filth.

“If I knew, I'd tell ya, but we have to go now. I’ll buy you a new one after we’re done today.” Namjoon sighed as opened his door and stepped out. You smiled softly at him as your zipped up your bag and waited for Yoongi to get out. He swiftly opened the door and held his hand inside for you to grab. A small gesture, but it still meant a lot coming from him. Since you know touch isn’t something it’s normally okay with.

Your smile beamed brightly as you saw the crowd that was lined up at the door. Their screams echoed in your ear as you stood beside Yoongi. Some had flowers, some had made cute posters, but even the ones who didn’t make anything still seemed so happy jusy to be there. And you were truly happy that each and everyone of them was there.

Yoongi leaned towards your ear every so slight, just to make sure you could hear him over all the yell. His warm hand was placed on the small of your back, as he gently nudged you forwards. “I’ll let you go first, but I promise I’ll be right behind you.”

You nodded your head softly as you made quick movements up the staircase where everyone else was waiting. You could only pray silently that this interview went well, you needed this to well. Because you know that if you two can’t put up a good front then vermilion may be at risk. And that was the absolute last thing you wanted. With a quick huff of breath you opened the stations doors.

You were ready to give this your all, and you could only hope that Jungkook was willing to do the same.