#its time to start biting cesar

[eventinelysplayground]

Near Eternity.

This is the epilogue for my previous fic A Little Nudge, it was also the highest voted NSFW for my recent badly described WIP Poll. I pull a bit from Leonardo's route as well as his proposal and wedding events but as always don't have to have read them to enjoy this fic. Mitsuki wakes up after Leonardo bit her craving not blood but something else. WC approx 2065, this fic is NSFW so minors DNI. Thanks again to @yanderepuck and @fang-and-feather for putting the idea for these fics in my head and to @onegianthotmess for being interested in the idea and then loving the drama I wrote 😄.

I guess it's true what they say, your life really does flash before your eyes when you die.

The memories all played through her mind like a dream or movie of her life working their way up until that fateful afternoon.

Did you know, it's the second largest painting in the Louvre?

Pardon, Monsieur?

I knew it. This earring belongs to you.

That first kiss.

Don't try and stop me, vampire! I'm not going to become your next meal!

…You're not hearing me.

That first night of passion.

If you're going to grow even better at my side, what am I supposed to do?

You're the genius. You could start by kissing me though. I liked that a lot. In fact…I want more.

The day he proposed.

I'll say it one more time. Are you prepared to stay with me forever? … Are you prepared for me to love you for the rest of your life? And are you prepared to marry me?

Their wedding day.

But I feel like meeting you was a miracle. The odds that you and I would have ever met were astronomical, and yet here we are together. So I don't mind asking God for a little help…

And every day in between or since right up until the night of the ball.

I bet it was those eyes of yours.

Pardon me?

I was just musing what would have attracted Leonardo to you first.

Are you a friend of Leonardo's?

An 'old' friend, yes. I must say I was a bit surprised when I heard Leonardo got married. I suppose though it's not like it's for eternity or anything, really it's a much bigger deal for you than him.

I…

You don't need to say anything, not to that anyways. Comte introduced the two of did he not?

Yes he did.

By accident surely?

I suppose you could say that.

I didn't think it would have been by design. He's not really that generous, regardless I must thank him later. Have you always made a habit out of staring at people as you are me?

I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to.

It's fine, such emotion in your eyes. A man could have quite a bit of fun with you, and with that scent of yours…Tell me something, just how happy are you with a man like him? I'm certain there are other men, some even in this room that would do anything to make you happy for near eternity.

I'm very happy with Leonardo.

Well if you're happy just being a distrazione momentanea who is anyone to tell you differently.

Excuse me?

Cesare.

Ahh Leonardo…

That memory was so lifelike and it engaged all her senses from the music playing to the familiar scent of Leonardo's cigarillos clinging to his clothes.

Maybe because this all happened just before his bite? I know lately it's been harder for him to maintain control, he's been raking his fangs over me so often now. If I'm being honest with myself I was sad each time it ended in nothing, I wonder when exactly I stopped being afraid of it and started wanting it?

Mitsukis thoughts were interrupted by the last of her memories and they were even stronger yet, like she had been brought right back to those moments.

The way he kissed her, the feel of her silk dress being pulled off her body. The warmth from Leonardo's hands as he touched her, the softness of his lips on her thigh and the skillful touch of his fingers inside her. She was feeling every bit of it all over again, her senses overloading her with the vivid sensations but the most intense of all was the memory of his bite. The pain followed by waves of pleasure and a surging heat, it had been blissful and even just its memory was reigniting the fire within her for him as she opened her eyes.

Mitsuki blinked and looked around Leonardo's room which was bathed in the rich colors of sunset. At some point he had dressed her in one of his shirts and she took a deep breath of his familiar scent.

Just how long was I out for?

“A few days now, you looked so peaceful. I wasn't expecting that.”

Mitsuki turned towards Leonardo's voice as it answered her unasked question. His voice was strained and she knew he had been worrying about her all this time so she gave him the biggest smile she could as she sat up.

“Leonardo.”

“I've been waiting to see that smile.”

“I didn't mean to make you wait so long.”

Mitsuki gave Leonardo a playful pout and he chuckled, reaching out to cup her cheek. As soon as she felt his touch a current of pleasure ran through her and she couldn't help but gasp.

“What's wrong cara mia?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I'm fi-”

Mitsuki bit her lip, halting her words. Leonardo had moved his hand from her cheek down her neck and out along her shoulder leaving a burning heat in its wake.

“Leonardo…”

His name fell from her lips like a desperate plea, he hesitated only a moment before leaning in and kissing her gently. When they pulled away from each other she saw him searching her gaze. Whatever he was looking for he found it quickly because his eyes lit with a sudden fire and he pulled her to him for another kiss.

This kiss was fierce, consuming and he nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth causing her to let out a moan. As soon as her lips were parted his tongue pushed its way in claiming every inch of her mouth as its own. She grasped at his chest for balance as she greedily returned his kiss, her tongue twining around his as she increased the pressure from her lips.

Their kisses came to a halt only long enough for Leonardo to lift Mitsuki into his lap. Once she was settled he slowly ran his rough hands under the shirt she was wearing. They trailed slowly over her hips for a moment before one hand traveled down firmly grabbing her ass while the other traveled up her stomach to her breast, his thumb running over her nipple until it hardened beneath him.

Soon their storm of kisses broke again and she used the opportunity to slowly strip off the shirt she was wearing. Normally she was shy but not now, she held his fiery gaze not wanting to look away. Kisses rained down upon her neck and collarbone and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his lips lower leaving red marks in his path until he reached the swell of her breast where he'd bitten her.

He paused momentarily bringing his other hand up and running his fingers along where his bite marks would have been just days ago. He tenderly kissed the spot as his hands massaged her breasts. She arched into his touch and let out a soft moan as he rolled one nipple between his fingers. She was quickly becoming undone and tightened her grip around his neck.

She felt like clay he was molding into whatever form he desired. He kept fondling her breasts and teasing her hard nipples between his fingers until she was on the edge from that alone and she rubbed herself against his thigh desperate for any friction. Her relief was short lived though as Leonardo grabbed her waist and held her still as soon as he felt her moving. He kissed her nipping at her lips with his fangs and she whimpered at the echo of the intense pleasure she had felt when he bit her. He deepened their kiss as one hand slid down between her thighs running his fingers over her wet core.

His fingers trailed along her core and inner thighs coming oh so close yet oh so far to where she wanted them most. She tried to move her hips to guide his fingers but his one hand still held firm on her hip keeping her in place. The combination of overstimulation to her breasts and lips and lack of it where she wanted it most was driving her mad. She also felt a severe burning in her throat and before she knew it she was biting Leonardo's lower lip with her fangs. The taste of his blood was sweet but she had barely begun to drink before she found herself tossed onto the bed.

“Careful with those cara mia, we're both already at our limits.”

Mitsuki watched Leonardo strip as he spoke and once he was done he was pulling Mitsuki back onto his lap.He captured her lips in a passionate kiss and she licked the remnants of his blood from his lip. His hands no longer held her still instead they roamed over her body coaxing and teasing cries of pleasure from her lips. One hand came to rest on her back while the other once again slid over her soaking wet core, his fingers running over her sensitive nub made her buck into his touch.

Their kisses continued as he moved his skilled fingers slowly away from her nub and into her warmth. His fingers danced inside her as his thumb applied pressure to her most sensitive spot. She bucked more into his touch as she felt her climax coming closer. The wet noises his fingers made as they moved were drowned out by her muffled cries from being brought to the edge once more. After all the teasing she knew there was only one way to get her release.

She was panting heavily into their kisses and Leonardo knew exactly what her body craved. He slowed down his movements before slowly withdrawing his fingers from her heat and bringing them up to his lips. They were dripping wet from her and he licked them clean as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, the long awaited sensation of him inside her was almost too much and still not enough at the same time. He brought his now clean fingers to her lips and she sucked on them hard while taking her fangs across them. Leonardo let out a low groan before he pulled his fingers back and sealed her lips in a fevered kiss.

She moved herself up and down his length slowly at first as they kissed but when that didn't provide the relief she wanted she picked up her pace. She was moving quicker now and sliding him further in with each movement. His hips joined her rhythm and before long every part of their bodies was in sync. He thrust as deep into her as he could get while he pinched her nipples and his fangs nipped at her lips. Their kiss broke and he thrusted even faster, harder as she cried out his name and her walls tightened around his throbbing cock.

Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and she placed a hand on his chest to steady herself and that's when she felt his heart beat. His heart had always beat differently to hers as if marking the differences between them but now his heart was beating in time with hers. She lifted her head up and looked into those eyes she loved so much as she took one of his hands and placed it over her own heart. After a moment Leonardo's eyes went wide and he smiled at her as he toppled them backwards onto the sheets.

They held each other and talked for a while Leonardo filling her in on what had taken place.

“So was the whole mansion in on Comtes plan then?”

“Seems like it. Listen Cara Mia, Comte may know how to push me but in the end it was my choice and I never want you to think otherwise. Even without his meddling it was-.”

“I know Leonardo. Our love has changed from how it used to be, it's so much deeper now.”

Mitsuki felt Leonardo's lips brush against her forehead and she turned in his arms to look up at him.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”

“You're the genius. You have near eternity to figure it out now though, but... you could start with a kiss.”

Mitsuki smiled up at Leonardo as their lips came together in a sweet kiss, their hearts continuing to beat together.

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Start Digging Two Graves

Another thing for the Alt AU by @shmorp-mcdurgen ! May or may not be a semi-continuation of ‘Eye for an Eye’ It’s probably a little off-canon; but I don’t pay much attention to Gabriel’s little canon bits and bobs and it’s now coming back to bite me

(Also I did my best to accurately portray OCD here. I apologize in advance for anything I may have gotten wrong or any backhanded representation.)

SUMMARY: Gabriel semi-officially meets the rest of B.P.S. for the first time. Cesar at least tries to be affable, Sarah...Does not. Alternatively: Local Non-Binary Lieutenant gets their Pride Kicked to Shit by a Seething Young Adult with a grudge, more at 12

TW: LOSS OF A LIMB, MENTION OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF A CORPSE BEING EATEN, MENTION OF A CAR ACCIDENT, METAPHORICAL BURN WOUND. This once again sounds worse than it actually is.

‘Huh. I didn’t know he had a cat.’ The cat loafed on the coffee table just within eyesight, seemingly unaware of the lieutenant’s pale blue eyes on it. Its tail was swishing slightly as it looked everywhere but at them.

“Not good with strangers, eh?”

That got the cat’s attention. Gabriel started to hold one of their hands out to it, only to end up looking like a fool due to their newfound lack of one. Still, the cat sat up and leaned foreword to sniff at the stump where their arm now ended.

“Now you’re friendly.” Gabriel carefully sat up and rested their chin in their hand. “Weren’t interested in me until you smelled blood? You’re a bit twisted.”

The cat blinked at them. It leaned out again to sniff the stump some more when a sound made it jerk its head back and strain its ears. Gabriel didn’t have to strain theirs to hear the same sound-someone was at the front door. How long were they out?

The cat jumped off the coffee table and made its way out in a happy bounce. Gabriel watched it go before leaning their head back and listening to the voices coming from the entrance.

“Hello, kitty!” One cooed. “I didn’t see you this morning! Are you hungry?”

“I wonder if he’ll eat the lieutenant,” another one added.

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“What? I’m just saying. Cats eat humans when they think they’re dead, don’t they?”

“They’re about as likely to as dogs are.”

The second voice feigned a gasp. “Cesar, you take that back! Puppies would never do that.”

“Neither would cats,” Cesar shot back in a playfully snide voice.

The argument was dropped with no apparent winner due to Cesar walking into the living room and almost dropping the cat now in his arms when he saw Gabriel. “OH-jeez, you scared me. Good morning, again. How do you feel?”

Gabriel shrugged, then gestured to the cat. “It’s yours?”

“Yeah, this is-this is Jonny.” Cesar crouched to put the cat down and brushed cat hair off his shirt. “He’s my...Therapy cat.”

A person with long brown hair poked her head into the room. Gabriel went a little on guard when her expression went from curious to murderous.

“So.” She leaned against the entranceway and crossed her arms. “You’re awake.”

Cesar sighed. “Don’t start...”

“What? I can’t comment on the appearance of things?”

He shot the long-haired person a glare. She stuck her tongue out in response and brushed past him to practically collapse into the ratty-looking armchair across the room. “Why’s he-”

“They.”

“Why’re they still here, anyway?” For someone who clearly didn’t like Gabriel, this person at least had the decency to switch pronouns. “I thought Seth was, you know, going to take ‘em to the bloody hospital so we don’t have to worry about the cops breaking down our fuckin’ door.”

“Maybe he’s not up yet, Sarah,” Cesar said with a shrug. “So be a little more welcoming, would you?”

Sarah make a “blah blah blah” motion with her hand. Cesar picked up a nearby pillow and threw it at her.

“I’m sorry about her.” He sat next to Gabriel and clearly made an effort to meet their eyes, though it didn’t appear to be easy. “She, ah...Doesn’t like you very well.”

“You don’t say.”

Cesar winced. Jonny meandering over made him pick him up and set him on his lap. The longer Gabriel watched the cat rub his head against Cesar and purr, the less skeptical they were of his therapy animal status.

A pillow suddenly smacked into Gabriel, startling Jonny off Cesar’s lap. Sarah looked away innocently when Cesar snapped at her. “What the fuck, Sarah?!”

“You’re the one who gave me ammunition,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

“He threw a pillow at you.” Gabriel pointedly ignored Cesar whispering for them to “not push her buttons” as they tossed the pillow aside and roughly wiped off their hand on the couch (which did nothing. They still felt the germs there. Note to self: learn to wash your hands when you’ve only got one.). “And it sounds more and more like it was deserved.”

“I’ll fucking tell you what was deserved, you self-important pompous son of a-”

“Hot chocolate!” Cesar stood up suddenly, a clearly fake smile on his face. “Who wants some hot chocolate? I could really go for some, it’s cold as Hell outside!”

“No no, let her finish.” Gabriel crossed their arm and leaned back against the couch. “What were you saying about me, little girl?”

If looks could kill, they would be dead. Sarah leaned forward in her chair and was practically baring her teeth. “I know who deserves what, pal.”

“Do you.”

“Maybe with marshmallows?” Cesar suggested weakly.

“I know that you deserve whatever’s coming for you. I know that my brother deserved more of a life to live. He would have been thirty this year if you incompetent bastards didn’t brush him under the rug like he meant nothing.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about-”

“Oh I’ll bet you don’t.” Sarah dropped her chin into her hand. “You never do, do you? No one over there has any idea what’s happening half the time, and during the other half you throw people under the bus to save your own sorry skins when you know damn well you’re supposed to protect us.”

That hit a nerve. “I don’t expect you to know that we are as lost as anyone, but that doesn’t mea-”

“Oh, sure!” Sarah waved her hand. “You have no idea what’s going on. That’s why you’re always the first at the scene, right?”

“How about extra cocoa?” Cesar tried again, now tugging on his bangs. Gabriel would be sympathetic-he was trying to establish some peace, after all-but their pride doesn’t take a beating lying down.

“I wasn’t the lieutenant of the force at the time. Stop. Blaming. Me.”

“You still could have done something.”

“I didn’t even know that he was-”

“I’ll bet you didn’t! Did you not know about Cesar? Huh? When he got into that fucking car crash that was caused by one of those damn creatures, when he tried to call for help-did you not know about that either?”

“Sarah, I get that you’re angry.” Cesar had clearly given up trying to sooth both adults’ nerves, seeing as his voice was now low and shaky. “But don’t bring me into this as ammo.”

Sarah looked ready to snap at him before she caught herself and ran her fingers through her hair, wincing at her behavior. “Shit. I’m sorry, Ces.”

A heavy yet awkward silence fell before Cesar left, presumably to actually make the hot chocolate he was promising earlier. Gabriel, for their part, felt a little like Sarah had ripped a Band-Aid off a burn wound and put a lighter to it.

Their genuine confusion had done nothing to sway her. She was going on about things they had no idea of. And Cesar physically looked pretty damn fine for someone who supposedly got into a car wreck.

But then there was the fact that he wouldn’t look Gabriel in the eye for longer than a second. The scar on the back of his hand that ended somewhere under his sleeve. Jonny the cat’s existence, the need for a therapy animal at all, Sarah bringing it up being the final nail in the coffin for his patience-what the Hell went on in this county that they didn’t know about? Were these recent events?

Jonny mrrping at Gabriel pulled them from their thoughts. The cat nosed his way under their hand and curled up in their lap. The cat hair that came off onto their hand made them want to claw their skin offl, but they didn’t have the heart to shove the cat off them.

Not when Sarah was glaring at them out of the corner of her eye again.

‘Greer had better wake up soon.’

[megaera-of-pigeon]

Volume 2 but more chronolgically:

Nikki and Momo return from North where they’d wound up at the end of volume 1 along with Ace and Kimi. They go to Apple where they bid Kimi farewell because she has to stay and work there. Kimi gives Nikki a ring before they part.

Ace, Nikki, and Momo go to the Ash Institute of design where the 9 days war took place; they are looking for clues about King Sayet’s designs because they believe that Nidhogg posses something designed by him and they think that is a potential clue to the plot. They find a special mysterious symbol that is present in some of King Sayet’s works and believe it to be important. The principal of the school mentions Bobo had been there to look at King Sayet’s designs.

After their stop at the school, they decide to go to Bobo’s hometown because they miss her and are concerned :( They learn she and her mother are both missing from their home, but they find several letters Bobo had written to her mom that remained unopened, and deduced that Bobo didn’t know that her mom wasn’t there the whole time she was with Nikki.

They find a design in Bobo’s house that has the same special symbol that King Sayet had in his works! Using that, they discover information related to The Enlightened, and Ace narrates that story for them about the king who wanted peace, but when he was murdered placed the blood curse. They decide they need to get more information about this so they head to the Lilith capital to talk the the casket fairy that the royal family has since they guessed it would know the truth behind the legend, being old and associated with royalty and all. Conveniently, Royce sent someone to fetch them just as they were thinking of going to see the casket fairy.

Ace gets a carrier pigeon and has to peace out.

They meet up with Royce (it actually seems that our chapter picks up the scene literally the day after the Tree of Memories hell event lore with Royce and Neva takes place so refer to that for more on those two). The casket fairy gives them more information about the Enlightened and leads them to a chest that belonged to King Sayet. They open the chest via styling battle and see a phantom of King Sayet that gives them a cryptic directive to find “three paths” and unravel the poem in the rosebud

This is where our most recent chapter ends so I’m not sure how long until our actual storyline catches up with the rest of the volume. If we remeber back to chapter 1 of this volume, it picks up Nikki’s quest for King Sayet’s (three?) relics/designs that we learned about in chapter 6. I think ultimately the three items might be these objects?

I still don’t know where Ransa comes from. The Iron Rose had been disbanded by Elle for failing to get adaqute results on finding Sayet’s relics. Ransa is now with Nikki but they’re traveling to City Oren to talk with Elle because Ransa thinks that will help Nikki’s quest for these relics.

Nikki gets arrested by Elle when she goes to Pigeon to ask her questions because Elle is obsessed with finding the ‘final secret’ of the relics and the Rose casket and she believes Nikki has that answer.

Nikki is not aware of that answer.

Ace has to break them out of the palace and reveals that Elle is her sister. They put together some more clues: Sayet had been imprisoned in Pigeon Kingdom’s monastery for some time and is said to have seen the secret of the blood curse. He wrote a ‘poem’ on the wall that Nikki had seen, one they referenced a ‘destined girl’

Ace declares the Iron Rose reformed and makes Nikki their leader. Ransa, Debbie, and Mela show up and join her too. Now that that’s settled, Chloris is waiting to see Ace so they decide to go to the forest.

Nikki Momo and Mela were waiting on the edge of the forest away from their group for some reason. They get lured into the fog and wind up meeting a kindred child named Kyle. They were supposed to go find a girl named Rachel who guards the epic of the forest but Kyle tells them about this girl Elaine who also knows shit. They go to see Elaine. Elaine lets them look at her book the Memory of Time and they read some nonsensical stuff about the blood moon and a frigid dragon 🙃 not like a prophecy or anything.

Part of what they need to craft King Sayet’s relics is something called ‘elven star” and their clues plus Elaine’s book now point them to the stars’ reflection (or, lack thereof) in Lake Bovaly. Time to go to the lake of super happy fun times :)

Meanwhile, Ransa, Debbie, and Ace find Chloris and also realize Mela, Nikki and Momo are missing. They go talk to Rachel who says her sister Elaine had seen them—Elaine is in the Shadow City, and the only exit has been sealed for a thousand years

Nikki and Mela and Momo realize they’re actually in the Shadow city and are in trouble. But happily, Chloris lifts the thousand year old seal so they can get out (provided they change into a cute outfit first). The kindred are free and threaten to start a war again, o no wonder how that will end. Wonder if Chloris will have to mobilize the furries.

Chloris is very weak from lifting the seal and then Cesare biting him so the next morning they look for information to help him recover. Before they can do that they’re attacked and Chloris has to use the rest of his magic to protect them. He faints into his infamous coma. [unclear how he is walking around and fighting in the upcoming war for our hell event as they don’t solve this. Maybe he just needed a nap]

As Rachel and Elaine are trying to help Chloris, Nikki and the Iron rose put together more pieces about this elven star—Nikki believes it’s referring to Sayet’s technique of embedding memories into clothing. (My guess is Nikki will rediscover this technique and utilize it to create the Star Sea out of her memories of her friends in Miraland after the apocalypse event happens, which is where we get that cool SN video).

They can’t wake Chloris. Debbie suggests they go try to wake up the sleeping dwarf elder who is the oldest living being and probably knows how to help Chloris. Debbie also mentioned he’s connected with one of the relics and my guess is it’s that frangipani the dwarves gave to Nikki at the start of our last hell event lore. We didn’t get to read the story of what happened before our event started but that’s what I would predict.

Before they can get going Nikki is pulled into an illusion by Xiao zong who appears and starts on his whole “noooo Nikki don’t be the savior it’s so haaaard to take on the sins of the universe just give me to secrets instead” [at this point he makes Nikki ‘live’ the 9 days war via illusion which was the story we played during the Steps of Sorrow hell] Nikki won’t agree to give over the relic so they style battle. Nikki is getting her ass kicked.

The ring given to her by Kimi waaaaaay back at the beginning of this that was originally made by Sayet starts to glow and gives Nikki major stats boosts. Nikki defeats Xiao Zong. The world goes black. This is as far into Nikki’s story that we have accounted for, except perhaps in hell events that I didn’t realize took place after this point.

MAJOR TAKEAWAYS: The main goal for Nikki in this volume is to discover the secrets left behind by King Sayet through his designs/his three infamous ‘relics’. She also discovers a connection between Sayet’s work and the True King/The Enlightened, the originator of the blood curse, who happens to be running around in Bobo’s body right now. There is also some connection between Sayet’s work and the secrets of the elves/Kindred, although since our 1,000 benchmark of when shit last went down big time with them was *before* the curse of blood was placed, the connection likely has to do with Sayet utilizing elf magic or elf techniques to create his designs, while also connecting those designs to the secret of the blood curse. At different points it’s mentioned that Nikki is looking for his designs/relics, but then I believe she finds his design(s)? somewhere between where the two sections of the volume are blurry, or potentially in a hell event, and it’s a recipe she has to craft—which turns into looking for ingredients to craft said designs by the time she gets to v2ch1. The hope is by completing the cryptic quest left by Sayet, she will uncover the secrets of why North went to war, why Elle and the other participants in the 9 days war are losing their memory, and how to save Bobo from demonic possession. And while I personally adore a story that takes a nontraditional approach to its narration, boy is it ridiculous the amount of legwork required to actually get a handle on this timeline.

[kpopfanfictrash]

Road Trip

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,901

Rating: PG-13

Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Rich Man’s Crochet Club. This drabble takes place after the events of RMCC and follows Jungkook (a side character) + a road trip where seokjin “accidentally” gets left behind.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Seokjin said from the back of the van.

“Should’ve gone at lunch,” Jungkook said, grip tightening on the wheel.

Yoongi dozed beside him in the passenger seat, both feet propped on the dashboard and a hat pulled low over his head. Behind Jungkook sat Taehyung, though he had headphones in and was bopping to a beat unheard by the rest of them. In the farthest row sat Seokjin, sprawled out on the seats in order to take a nap.

The van was one of two cars on their great summer road  trip. Hoseok drove the other, containing Namjoon and Jimin, but they were currently several miles behind because Hoseok drove like a grandma.

“It’s only been an hour.” Jungkook sighed, checking for Seokjin in the rearview mirror. “Do you seriously have to go?”

It was the second day of said great summer road trip – around noon the day prior, they’d left most hallmarks of civilization behind. Now they were surrounded by wheat fields and blue skies; it had been pretty at first but now, Jungkook had an urge to drive over the fields just to see something different.

“I really do,” Seokjin said, looking pained. “Unless you want me to go in an empty soda bottle, or something. Wait. Taehyung!” Leaning forward, Seokjin tapped Taehyung on the shoulder. “Hey, Taehyung.”

“Huh?” Taehyung started, pulling out an earphone. “You rang?”

Seokjin nodded towards the empty Coke bottle in his hand. “You finished with that?”

“... with my Coke?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, sure,” Taehyung said, finishing it with a swig. He handed it back. “Why, what do you need it for?”

“Well, I –”

“No!” Jungkook blurted, horrified by the situation unfolding. “You are not peeing in that bottle, Seokjin.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot straight up. “What?”

Seokjin was already unbuckling his seat belt. “It’ll be fine,” he assured, clambering into an awkward position with one foot on the ground. “Let me see. If I just twist at the waist–”

“What’ll you do with the bottle after?” Taehyung asked, seeming curious. “Are you just going to keep the pee bottle in your cup holder? What if you accidentally drink it?”

“No and no,” Jungkook said, already pulling into the next lane. “I’ll find you a bathroom, alright? No need to piss all over the rental van.”

“Suit yourself,” Seokjin said, settling back on the seat.

Reaching over the console, Jungkook nudged Yoongi’s side. “Hey. Yoongi.”

Yoongi barely stirred, curling tighter in on himself. “Bite me,” he muttered.

“Yoongi, I need you to find us a restroom.”

“Why? Seokjin’s got a pee cup.”

“Yoongi!” Jungkook huffed, and he finally cracked a smile.

“Alright.” Yoongi yawned, pushing himself into a seated position. “What’m I doing?” 

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he pushed his cap back and forth a few times.

“Bathroom,” said Taehyung, leaning to rest his chin on Jungkook’s seat. “I already texted Jimin in the other car that we’re stopping.”

Yawning again, Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s an exit in five miles,” he said as he flicked through his phone. “Should be a gas station there, or something.”

“Alright,” Jungkook said.

He made it there in under five minutes, pulling off a dusty ramp and into a gas station. The building was rundown and under normal circumstances, Jungkook wouldn’t have trusted the bathroom to wash his hands, but it was better than the prospect of Seokjin’s pee bottle.

As soon as Jungkook had the car parked, Seokjin yanked the door open and stumbled from the van. He nearly sprinted towards the restroom sign hanging from the side of a dilapidated building. Jungkook winced as he watched. Another bad sign was having the restroom entrance outside the gas station.

The three of them sat there a moment until Taehyung sighed.

“Well,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Might as well go, since we’re stopped…”

Although he spoke loftily, Jungkook saw the awkward way he walked when he left the van. He also had to go to the bathroom – it wasn’t just Seokjin.

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt.

“You, too?” Jungkook asked in dismay.

Yoongi shrugged and pushed open his door. “Might as well.”

Once he was left alone, Jungkook sat in the car and after a moment, sighed and pulled out the keys. Climbing from the van, he lifted one hand to his brow and squinted at the horizon. Paris, Oklahoma looked nothing at all like its French counterpart, or so Jungkook assumed based on the photos he’d seen.

There was only one road which led from the highway to the town. Even the word town seemed to be a misnomer, since all that remained was a meager cluster of buildings. One or two cars parked at the curb and more than half the buildings appeared to be boarded up.

While Jungkook watched, a second car pulled off the ramp from the highway. Jungkook recognized Hoseok by the glacial speed at which he took a left turn.

As they pulled into the gas station, Jungkook smiled and waved, but Hoseok remained concentrated on parking the sedan in its spot. Only Jimin beamed and waved back, seated in the passenger seat to combat his carsickness.

“JK!” he yelled, pushing open the door. “This it?”

“Yep.” Jungkook jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Seokjin’s inside.”

As though on cue, the door to the restroom banged open and Seokjin stumbled out, shaking his hands as though they had been sullied.

“Phew.” He whistled, passing a disgusted-looking Taehyung. “That place has not been cleaned in a while. Hey, JK!” Seokjin walked towards the main building. “I’m going to get some gummies!”

“Alright!” Jungkook called back. “I’ll fill up on gas.”

“Make sure to give it more than one pump!”

Cracking up at his own joke, Seokjin headed into the building. Jungkook glared at his backside for a moment, burning holes in his jacket.

As soon as Seokjin was gone, Jungkook whirled around. “Alright,” he said, clasping both hands together. “New plan. Who’s down to prank Jin?”

Hoseok, who had just exited the car, looked at him in alarm. Namjoon, who had followed suit, gave Jungkook a bemused glance.

“That’s never a good idea, JK,” he cautioned. “Seokjin always retaliates, you always get mad and things always get way out of hand.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok bent to stretch his hamstrings. “Remember that one time you put salt in his soda, so Seokjin put a laxative in yours and you spent the whole night shitting on the toilet?”

Jungkook grimaced at the memory. “Okay, but that was one –”

“Or the time you put saran wrap on his toilet,” Jimin said, appearing beside them. He gently rubbed sunscreen into the bridge of his nose. “Seokjin responded by barricading your room with beer cases while you slept. He trapped you and your date inside.”

“Okay, that wasn’t great either – but this will be!” Jungkook insisted. “It’ll be totally harmless. You’ll just get back on the road and we’ll hide in town. Seokjin will come outside and freak, thinking we left him. Then we’ll come back and pick him up!”

“It’s a bad idea,” Namjoon said right away.

“It is,” agreed Hoseok. “But I kind of want to see where it goes.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon looked around. “You’re the tie-breaker.”

Jimin pondered for a moment, glancing again at the gas station. Taehyung had finished going to the bathroom and was walking their way, which meant only Yoongi needed to go. Seokjin could be seen just inside the store, picking out gummies with a serious expression.

“Alright, fine.” Jimin turned. “But whatever happens in retaliation better not slow our speed towards the west coast. I promised Olivia we’d Skype once I got there.”

“Deal,” Jungkook said with a nod.

They immediately dispersed, heading back towards their cars and once Taehyung arrived, he was filled in on the plan. His response of ‘hell yes’ was a positive indicator of his enthusiasm. Yoongi didn’t seem to care either way; all he said was, ‘don’t wake me up,’ and climbed into the front seat.

Jungkook entered the front, putting the car in reverse to exit the gas station. Seokjin continued to linger inside – it took him a good five to ten minutes to pick out the right bag of gummies; they all knew this from experience and had seen it first-hand.

Hoseok’s car pulled onto the highway – they’d catch up to him soon – and Jungkook drove behind a building in town to wait. It didn’t take long before his cell phone was vibrating.

“Hello?” he said pleasantly, answering on the third ring.

“JEON JUNGKOOK. YOU RAT BASTARD, YOU LEFT ME!”

Jungkook winced and held the phone from his ear. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Look in the backseat!” Seokjin yelped. “I’ll wait. AM I THERE?”

In faux concern, Jungkook peered over his shoulder. Taehyung cackled, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Yoongi remained dead asleep on the passenger side.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, returning the phone to his ear. “I thought you were riding in Hobi’s car after the stop.”

“WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”

By this point, Jungkook was laughing so hard, he had to set his phone down for Seokjin not to hear. Managing to compose himself a bit, he lifted the phone to his ear.

“So, like, do you want us to come get you, or…?”

“OR WHAT, JUNGKOOK? OR. WHAT?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook shrugged. “You could always hitchhike, or something. Isn’t that a great, American tradition?”

“Sure, it is. If you want to DIE.”

“Jack Kerouac did it and he didn’t die.”

“Jack Kerouac was white,” Seokjin said. “And he was on drugs half the time! Dude probably didn’t even know he was in danger.”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook laughed, pulling from behind the building. “We’re on our way back.”

They were close enough to the gas station that Jungkook saw the very moment Seokjin’s jaw dropped. He stared at the van as they approached; Jungkook imagined the look on his face as similar to Cesar right before Brutus stabbed him. Utter betrayal.

“You little… wet-faced weasel,” Seokjin declared as the car pulled to a stop. Jungkook pushed the button for the door to open. “You were just waiting behind that building?”

“Yep!”

“Why –”

“Hop in!” Jungkook said, trying to contain his laughter.

Taehyung was also dying, laughing so hard tears slid down his face. “Wet-faced weasel,” he gasped.

Seokjin made sure to step on his foot as he climbed in the backseat. Settling down and facing the rest of the van, Seokjin menacingly leveled a finger at Jungkook.

“You’ll pay for this,” he said. As dignified as he could, he dropped his bag of gummies beside him. “This, I swear. May I never dance to WAP at a party again.”

“That’s not really a deterrent,” muttered Yoongi, unmoving from the front seat.

“May I ALWAYS dance to WAP at parties!” Seokjin remedied.

In the rearview mirror, Jungkook saw Seokjin crack a smile and relaxed, knowing everything was alright. Seokjin would get over this fast and they’d return to normal. Who knew – maybe Seokjin would even forget and there’d be no returning prank.

Obviously, this wasn’t what happened.

A week later, Seokjin crouched behind a cactus for over three hours just to startle Jungkook when he went out for his morning jog. Jungkook toppled into a bunch of smaller cacti, leaving his ass in a sorry state for the rest of the trip.

Namjoon had been right, Jungkook decided after that. The prank had not been worth it.

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Give An Inch || Oscar "Spooky" Diaz

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Not proofread, apologises. Feel free to point out any mistakes with the Spanish translations. Thanks!

Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader ▪︎ The Core 5 x Reader (platonic relationship) 

Summary: A helping hand is mistaken for something else. 

Warnings: fluff, language, mention of smut (very light), mentions of a baby, sexist comments, 

Word Count: 1815

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"Come on, (Y/N)." Jamal begged, trying to snatch the bag filled with candy, "just one more and I promise I'll stop asking." 

"No, Jamal," she reprimanded the teenager, "you've eaten enough candy as it is."

He huffed, the rest of the group laughing at his misfortune. Oscar shook his head, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue, "eh, just give him one." 

She looked at him, "and have him throw up on himself? I don't think so." She glanced over at the group and back at him, "besides, he keeps grabbing the (flavour) ones and there's hardly any left." 

With a laugh, he kissed her forehead, "so it's not about his well being? It's 'cause he keeps taking the ones you like?" 

"Shut up," was her response. 

That made him laugh harder, causing the group of teenagers to look back at the couple. Cesar smiled at how carefree his brother looked whereas his friends were still surprised, despite knowing of the couple's marital status. 

They and their families, the Santos and (Y/N)'s family were present at the courthouse, a simple but elegant affair. Despite her mother's protest about a big wedding, (Y/N) was more focused on spending the rest of her life with Oscar and Cesar (they were a packaged deal). She didn't care where they got married. 

It had been months since that court appearance and (Y/N) and Oscar had fallen in love with each other more everyday. Yes, they had their disagreements, but before the sun set apologises were said and a round of cuddles were given. He may have been a tough Santos leader, but Oscar was big on affection. 

A relaxed date night for the pair turned into an eventful group outing. (Y/N) didn't mind, having grown accustomed to having the teenagers around (even Jasmine with her big personality, something she really admired). Oscar was annoyed, but adjusted to having her attention shared. 

The teenagers began to disagree on whether to try their luck with the games or grab a bite to eat. The girls wanted to play some games and the boys wanted to get some more food. (Y/N) decided to make the decision for them, looking at Oscar, "you go with the boys and I'll go with the girls," she laughed, taking note of his unimpressed look, "they're not that bad." 

Right on cue, Jamal and Ruby began arguing about the most problematic person in the 90 Day Fiancé: Before the 90 Days cast. Cesar stood by, saying nothing and somehow got dragged into the debate. (Y/N) shook her head and pecked Oscar's cheek, "good luck." 

And with that, she walked off with the girls in tow. 

The three walked around for quite a bit before deciding on playing Whac-a-Mole; no lines, reasonably priced and the prizes were really good. (Y/N) handed the attendant the money and watched the game light up. 

"How do you plan on winning?" Monse asked, knowing that a bunch of the games were rigged. 

"By imagining something that pisses me off," she replied. Both girls quirked an eyebrow and watched as she hit almost every single mole that popped out of its hole. When the game ended, she glanced over at them, "see?" 

They laughed at her chosen stuffed animal being a wolf, knowing her obsession with dogs, when the attendant asked about her prize. Taking a step back, she allowed the girls to decide if they wanted to play a game. 

Unbeknownst to her, a figure had been watching from afar and decided right at that moment to start up a conversation. 

(Y/N) felt a presence move closer, she smiled thinking they were passing by, but instead stopped right in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she took in the person; solid build, tall and tanned skin. 

"The name's Damian," he introduced himself.

She nodded, "hello, Damian, I'm (Y/N). Did you need something?" 

Before he could reply a mallet hit the side of his head. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, eyes looking at the direction of where it flew to find Monse nodding towards Jasmine, the girl giving a sheepish grin. (Y/N) turned back around to find Damian rubbing his head.

"Well… uh, that was… something," he muttered, picking up the object and holding it out. 

"Sorry," Jasmine apologised, taking it and giving it back to the attendant.

(Y/N) noticed his cheek darkening, "you might need some ice for that," she held up her finger, "follow my finger, please." A couple seconds later, she concluded, "you don't seem to have a concussion, but you should check out the medical tent." 

He smiled, "you in the medical field?" 

"A nurse at the local hospital." 

"Beauty and brains," he complimented

She shook her head, "come on I'll take you," she glanced over her shoulder, "tell the guys where I'm going, okay? I shouldn't be long." 

Monse and Jasmine nodded at her instructions, sharing a look when she walked around the corner, hopefully Spooky wasn't nearby. 

But of course, luck wasn't on their side. 

"You girls win anything?" 

They turned around and found Cesar walking ahead of the group, a grin plastered across his face holding up a teddy bear and handing it over to Monse. Jamal and Ruby holding a slushie and a churro in their hands. Spooky took notice of the missing figure, his eyes staring at the pair, "where's (Y/N)?" 

Jasmine piped up, "at the medical tent," when she noticed their concerned faces she quickly added, "don't worry, she's not hurt. She took a guy there 'cause I hit him in the head with a mallet." 

"You hit him with a mallet?" questioned Ruby, taking a sip of his slushie. 

"Sí, pero no propósito," she gestured to the truck, "I was using it for the game, they really need to tape that shit down."  

Jamal's eyebrows scrunched together, "aren't those things attached?" 

"Yeah, they are," Monse replied, "well.. one used to be." 

As the group got on the subject of other carnival games, they didn't notice Spooky slipping away to find (Y/N). Always being down to help whoever with whatever, it didn't come as a surprise to him hearing she had walked the guy over to the medical tent. It was a trait he loved about her, but of course it had setbacks. 

With a heart as big as hers, there were some people who liked to take advantage of her goodwill. 

If the guy fell into that category, then he was in for a rude awakening.

He walked around the corner, avoiding a bunch of kids running with their parents trying to keep up with them. Passing by several tents he found the one he was looking for. It wasn't that hard as an ambulance, cots and paramedics stuck out among the food trucks and carnival games. 

His eyes focused on her, her hands clutching a stuffed animal, a smile crossed his face taking note of it being a wolf. She let out a laugh and continued talking to the person next to her. He moved towards them, his pace picking up when he noticed her twiddling her thumbs, a subtle sign that showed she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. 

"Cariño." He called out. 

Her head turned in his direction, a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. When he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. When she released her hold, she pecked his lips. 

Quickly bending down to pick up the wolf plushie.  

After shaking it, she held it up to his face, "say hello to the new love of my life." 

He kissed his teeth, "new love? The only new love of your life is gonna be the baby I put in you, esta noche." 

She gasped and hit his chest, laughing when he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. 

"Uh… you're taken?" 

The couple turned to the figure holding the ice pack to his cheek. (Y/N) nodded, "yep, happily taken." Holding up her left hand to reveal just how taken she was.

Damian shook his head, "you're married and walking around as if you're single? Wow, aren't you a great catch." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, at the switch in his tone, "excuse you?" 

"You led me on."

"Led you on?" She scoffed, "how?" 

He gestured to the tent, "you brought me here." 

"Yeah, I brought you here to make sure you were okay," she replied, "and before you say anything about me staying with you, I thought I'd keep you company before your friends arrived." 

"You have to train her better," Damian shifted his focus to Oscar, "can't have your wife leading men on like some bitch in heat." 

Before (Y/N) could blink, Oscar gripped the front of Damian's shirt and pulled him close their nose centimetres apart, "don't fucking talk to her like that, understand me?" Damian just blinked, causing Oscar to give him a shake, "I asked you a question." 

He nodded, "yeah, I won't. Ever again." 

Oscar loosened his grip, nodding towards the bruising on the side of his head, "next time it'll be a bullet," at the scared look he received, he smirked, "now, apologise to my wife, pendejo." 

"I'm sorry." 

"She has a name." 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." 

"What are you sorry for?" 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) for calling you a bitch and assuming that you were interested." Damian apologised. 

She nodded, "thank you." 

"When a woman is interested, she'll make it clear that she's interested." Oscar explained, "if she isn't interested, back off." 

"Right, got it." 

"But with your obscured view on women, I doubt they'd be interested," (Y/N) snickered, "all that muscle on you and you're nothing but a punk ass bitch." 

Oscar held her hand in his, giving the back of it a kiss, "come on," when they were about a metre away, (Y/N) called out, "enjoy the rest of your night, Damian. You sexist pig." 

This received a few stares from those surrounding the other tents but the couple kept walking as if nothing had happened. (Y/N) allowed Oscar to lead them back to wherever the group of teenagers were. When she spotted them, she stopped her movement, causing Oscar to halt in his.

"What's wrong?" 

She smirked and moved in close, fingers fiddling with the button of his shirt, "do you wanna get started?'

His eyebrow arched, "get started on what?" 

"On putting that baby in me…. Unless, you've changed your mind and -" 

She laughed when he gripped her hand and dragged her in the direction of the car, throwing a comment about texting Cesar that she wasn't feeling well and to stay the night at Monse's when she asked about the group noticing their disappearance. 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Sí, pero no propósito - yeah, but not on purpose

Cariño - dear or darling 

Esta noche - tonight 

Pendejo - asshole or bastard

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Oscar Diaz-First Day Out

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You stand outside the prison gates, squinting from the bright sun and leaning against Oscar’s car. Today was finally the day you have been looking forward too for so long. Cesar and you had talked about this exact day all the time when Oscar had first gotten locked up. However as the years passed Cesar didn’t want to come see his brother any more or talk to him on the phone as much. So you weren’t really surprised that he decided to back out last minute and stay behind with his friends. You got a little upset with him, but calmed down when he said he would be at the party you had planned for tonight. You had actually planned this whole day out for Oscar as you guys drive back down to Freeridge. After picking him up you guys were going to eat the greasiest food you can find, then you were going to let him stop to get a proper hair cut and shave, and lastly now that Cesar wasn’t here you were going to drive over to a rest stop just outside of town to get in the proper attention you both deserve, since you two most likely wouldn’t be alone again until after the party.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear the loud squeaking of the gates opening up, Oscar walking out in the familiar outfit that he was arrested in. You feel your heart clench, the tears already making a appearance as you run towards him.

“Finally.” You hear him sigh as you crash into him, Oscar wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face into your neck as he breaths in your familiar scent.

“Hi.” You say, your voice quivering,”You’re really here?”

“I’m here nena. I’m here.” He says pulling back to cup your face in his hands,”I’m here.” He repeats, as if at any moment this could all be a dream and he would wake up in his tiny cell again,”Kiss me.” He softly demands, pressing your lips to his with so much passion and fire. You stand on your tiptoes and tug him closer to you as you return the kiss. It seems as if time has slowed down, the small act of affection in reality only lasting a minute at the latest,”Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He says and pulls you toward his car,”My other baby.” Oscar whistles as he walks around the car,”Let me see the keys mami.”

You giggle and pull out the keys from your pocket before tossing them to him, Oscar catching them with ease,”You better get use to how clingy I’m going to be for the next few days.” You warn him after you slide into the car, presses up next to him.

“Please be clingy.” Oscar grins and places his arm behind you, putting the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the lot.

“What do you want to eat papi? I know you’ve been thinking about it.” You ask a few minutes into the drive.

“Damn you do know me better than I thought.” He chuckles as he drives down the long dirt road and off of the prison property completely,”I want a big bowl of birria and a quesadilla con queso y pastor along with a michelada. I’ve had this fucking meal in my head for the past few days now.” He admits, his stomach rumbling on cue.

You laugh and nod in agreement,”Okay, I’m sure we can find that.” You tell him, which turned out to be right. Twenty minutes later you guys sat inside a packed, run down restaurant, already having ordered as little old Mexican lady’s run around, trying to get everything in check.

“The more run down the better the food.” Oscar says as he grabs a chip, drawing it in the green salsa before he eats it in one bite,”So are you going to tell me why Cesar isn’t with us? Or are we just avoiding that?” Oscar asks curiously, not upset per say, well at least not with you.

“He’ll be at the party tonight papi. I think he was just nervous plus he’s not the same little boy he was. He’s older and more wise. He likes to hang out with his friends and go out to do stupid teenager shit with them. I think he’s even seeing some girl. I may or may not have heard him in his room a few months ago.” You shudder at the memory,”So its not you, it’s literally him. We’re not even that close anymore.” You exaggerate just a bit, Cesar was changing but you guys still talked and hung out as if you two were the siblings. You weren’t going to tell that to Oscar though. The truth was Cesar had just grown pissed at the fact that Oscar got sent to prison. He didn’t understand how Oscar can even be involved with a gang. You tried to explain and reason with him but gave up after a while. This was something the two of them would have to resolve on their own.

Oscar takes in your words, sighing in agreement,”I just miss his ass, I was hoping he would be here.” He shrugs, playing it off as he puts another chip in his mouth.

“Hey, I’m here.” You smile and lightly kick his leg under the table,”Besides it’s a good thing he didn’t come.” You wink playfully, blowing a kiss his way.

“Don’t.” Oscar groans and clenches his jaw,”You can’t talk to me like that right now mami. It’s been too fucking long and my hand wasn’t worth a shit in the pen.”

You giggle and reach for a chip yourself,”I’m sorry. I’ll be on my best behavior.” You joke and eat the salty fried tortilla before taking a drink of your limonada.

“We can save all that shit for later. Trust me.” Oscar informs with a shake of his head before taking a drink from his spicy flavored beer.

“Okay.” You say simply. You knew where he was coming from, you had went with out his touch as long as he has gone without yours. You can’t help but stare at him as he drinks and eats, you had missed this so much. You and Oscar were notorious for stuffing your guys faces everyday. You didn’t just miss that obviously, you missed every single thing.

You guys talk about the future, a small hand touch here and there, before the mass amount of food you two had ordered is being placed down on the table.

“Gracias.” Oscar tells the waiter, you offering a smile instead,”I don’t know where to start.”

“I do.” You sing as you reach for a taco de barbacoa. Taking half of it in one bite.

“Fat ass.” Oscar jokes as he leans over to wipe the side of your mouth.

“Yeah? Look who’s talking. I thought prison was suppose to make your swole not get a gut.” You joke, in all honestly he did get more fit, but you weren’t about to boost his ego.

“Chill mamas. I’m just playing with you.” Oscar chuckles, grabbing a quesadilla and dipping it in the soup before taking a bite. His eyes shutting as he savors something other than prison food for the first time,”Damn.” He mumbles in between bites. You smile as you see him enjoy his meal, something you take for granted out here in the free world.

“I’m glad you like it papi.” You tell him, grabbing something else to try.

~

After getting stuffed and paying for the food you decide to let Oscar drive a bit more closer to home before pulling over for a haircut.

Now you didn’t want to exactly sit in a barbershop and watch Oscar get his hair lined up and shaved, if this was any other day you would have told him to go by himself. However, if there was one thing he talked about missing more than you and Cesar it would be a getting a proper haircut. So as Oscar sits in the chair, giddy like a little boy you can’t help but be excited that you are even able to be here with him.

After you pay for the haircut, Oscar not liking that but not really having a choice, you to get back in the car to head the rest of the way to Freeridge.

“Damn papi. You look good.” You say, leaning over to kiss his cheek, Oscar’s grin wide as he drives. Already feeling like a brand new man.

~

“Can we stop over at lookout point?” You ask,”I have a surprise.”

“I thought the surprise was at the house.” Oscar says knowingly.

“Oh my good! Who told you? Was it sad eyes? Don’t even answer that, I know it was his stupid ass.” You groan

“Yeah, it was him. He spilled that info like a week ago, but I figured you would be throwing one anyway.” Oscar laughs

“Fine, there is a party but it’s not until later. So just listen and drive because I don’t want to have to share your attention just yet.” You pout

“I’ll do whatever you want nena.” Oscar says as he takes the exit, driving a few miles down the road until he pulls to a stop just feet away from the cliff. The other parking spaces empty just like they usually are.

As soon as he takes his hands off the steering wheel your climbing over and straddling him, your lips finding his with ease. Oscar responds quickly and wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss as he forces his tongue into your mouth.

You don’t know why but a few minutes in to the heated make out session you become overwhelmed with emotions,”I’m sorry.” You say and pull back from Oscar, covering your face as you begin to cry,”I don’t know why I’m crying.” You tell him a dry laugh escaping after embarrassingly. Oscar gently grabs your hands and pulls them away, looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Talk to me mami.” He tells you as you take a deep shaky breath.

“I’m just really happy.” You reply as you use your fingers to wipe under your eyes,”These last four years I felt like a piece of me was missing and now your back and I feel complete. It’s stupid I know, I didn’t mean to kill the mood and be such a cry baby.”

“Aye, it’s not stupid Y/N. I put you through four years of heartbreak. I know that baby. Every time you came to visit me I could seen the pain in your eyes even though you tried to hide it behind a smile. I can never repay you for all that you did while I was away. That’s why you’re my forever, mi corazón.(my heart)” Oscar says, each word more powerful than the last,”I know you’re to good for me. You can object all you want but we both know it’s true. You deserve someone who can put you in a mansion and spoil you like the reina(queen) that you are. Yet you put up with me and stayed by my side through my whole prison sentence along with taking care of my little brother. That’s why I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. So cry mami, get it all out right now because after today I don’t want to see tears come from your eyes that are caused by me.”

“I’m always going to stay by your side. No matter what because to me you’re always going to be good enough for me. Better than good enough. You’re my perfect half Oscar Diaz.” You say, blinking back the last few tears,”I’ll love you forever.”

“Yo también te quiero.”

~

The drive back to the house was quick and silent. Oscar holding your hand with his as you looked out the window enjoying the peacefulness. You couldn’t wait for more nights like this. Driving around with Oscar, the music blasting and the windows rolled down as you scream you heart out to the lyrics.

“Looks like they wasted no time in getting the party started.” Oscar says pulling into the driveway. The yard filled with people,loud music coming from both inside and outside.

“They never do.” You laugh and open up the car door to get out. Members of Los Santos instantly coming over to greet ‘Spooky’ in hugs and handshakes. You follow behind, letting the spotlight be on him for a while before you grab his arm,”Go hang out, I’ll bring you a drink.” You tell him, Oscar nodding and giving you a peck before getting dragged away. You try and spot Cesar but to no avail. You send him a quick text before heading into the crowded house to grab him a cold drink.

You smile at a few familiar faces in your search for Oscar, going over when you spot him sitting down outside on the couch that desperately needed to be thrown out,”Here you go.” You tell him as you squeeze your self down in between him and sad eyes,”Move it.” You joke with the tall skinny gang banger as you hand Oscar the cold can.

“Aye he’s my boyfriend too or did you forget?” He smirks, nudging your arm.

“Oh yeah? I’m sure your hyna would love to hear that.” You say amusingly, his blonde headed girlfriend a mere few feet away dancing with some other girls,”Surprised she stayed with you this long.” You tease, remembering her from a few weeks ago at the graduation party that was held. Sad eyes forcing you to tag along.

“Aye the hynas love me, she knows she’s going to have to share. Spooky included.” He says and pops his chest out as you scoff in disgust.

“Yeah fool? Well it looks like you may have some competition. Does the sharing rule apply to her too?” Oscar tells him and nods over to some guy that was trying to chat up his girl. Sad eyes gets up with a vengeance and heads over to deal with the problem, you and Oscar laughing at the scene.

“Enjoying your party so far?” You ask and lean your head on his shoulder.

“I am.” He reply’s and takes a drink of his beer,”Thought you said Cesar would be here?”

“I texted him. He probably fell asleep at Ruby’s. He told me he was going to show up, I don’t think he would intentionally bail.” You tell him reassuringly, not believing your own words,”I’m sure he’ll show up.”

“He better.” Oscar huffs

“Well...in the meantime how about a dance?” You ask, trying to play off the situation as you jump to your feet and grab Oscar’s free hand. He takes it and stands up letting you lead him more into the yard as some reggae song begins to play. You spin around and press your backside to Oscar, moving to beat of the song as Oscar grabs your hips and grinds against you while taking the occasional sip of his drink. Near the end of it he hugs you from behind, the two of you still dancing against each other as you turn your head to kiss him feverishly.

“Spooky come smoke!” You hear someone yell, causing you to stop your actions with a sigh.

“Go.” You smile against his lips,”I know you want too.”

“You’ll have all my attention tonight mamacita.” Oscar says seriously before walking away. You let him actually have some time with his friends as you head back in and sit with some of the other girlfriends that you were closer with. All of them bringing up how they were so happy for you and what they would do in your situation. You could only take about twenty minutes of the constant chit chat before excusing yourself and heading into the bedroom that you’ve had to sleep alone in for many nights. You lay back on the bed and kick off your shoes, pulling your phone out when you feel it buzzing, Cesars face popping up on your screen.

“Where are you?” You ask

“I’m walking home now. I just wanted to chill with my friends a little longer Y/N. Now that Oscar’s home I probably won’t get to do that any more.” He replies

“What are you talking about? What does him being home have to do with your friends.” You ask with a raised eyebrow, confusion laced in your tone.

“I’m going to just end up getting jumped into the gang, it’s inevitable and you know it. I don’t want to drag my friends into that lifestyle.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting strange? You think Oscar’s going to make you join Los Santos? Are you kidding me Cesar? He wouldn’t do that. If he even tried I would personally kill him. How did you even come up with that idea?” You ask him, obviously you loved your boyfriend but the gang life was not something you would want for Cesar.

“It’s life Y/N. It’s my destiny.” Unknown to you in just 6 weeks Cesar would in fact be getting jumped in.

“It’s not destiny, ugh look just hurry and get home. You don’t need to think about your brother like that , me and you will have a talk later. He wants to see you Cesar, he’s been stuck in a cell for four years so don’t come here and say any smart remarks about Los Santos or whatever you have in your head.” You warn him,”It’s suppose to be a happy day, so be happy.”

“Fine Y/N. I’ll be cool.” You hear him sigh in defeat.

“Good. Hurry up, you know it’s not safe to be walking the streets at night by yourself.” You tell him before hanging the phone up and flopping back down on the bed.

“That’s why he’s been so distant the past few years?” You hear a voice come from the door way.

“I guess...I knew it had to do something with you and the gang but not to that extent.” You say admittedly, turning around on the bed to face your boyfriend,”It makes sense for him to think like that Oscar you can’t really be upset.”

“Still, he didn’t have to pull away from me. We could have talked about that shit. If he really doesn’t want to be a part of Los Santos of course I’d back him up. He just wouldn’t be able to run to me or my homies if he ever gets into trouble. And trouble is always stirring up.”

“Well then he can run to me.” You shrug,”And then I’ll run to you and you love me to much to not help.” You smile and stand up,”Let’s go enjoy the rest of your party. He should be here any minute anyway.” You say not wanting to talk about any of this right now.

“Aight, fine.” He gives in and takes your hand to head back out to the front yard, letting you slide your shoes on first. He takes his seat once more, this time pulling you into his lap. He lights up a cigarette and makes conversation with the Santo next to him as you zone in and out of the conversation not really interested in what the Prophets had going on.

“Mano!” You hear Cesar call out as he walks up the drive. You smile and slide your self onto the arm rest so Oscar can get up to properly greet his little brother.

“Look at you fool! Finally hit puberty and shit.” Oscar says and pulls him into a hug, talking into his ear as they hold each other for a few moments. Probably saying that they would sit down and talk tomorrow about everything. They slowly release each other, the both of them joining you on the couch.

“Thanks for not bailing...you’re gonna be on clean up duty for getting here so late.” You tell Cesar quietly, who reluctantly agrees, before turning your attention back to Oscar for the remainder of the party, smiling as Cesar plays nice and actually talks to Oscar about what he’s been up.

~

“Have fun!” You call out to the younger brother who held a trash bag in his hand, picking up all the garbage that had formed, at least sad eyes offered his help so Cesar wasn’t completely alone,”Because we sure are.” You say softly to Oscar as you practically

drag him into the bedroom and slam the door.

“Side note, not on birth control anymore so make sure you pull out.” You tell him as the two of you quickly undress, not wanting to waste anytime.

“That’s okay with me.” He answers, grabbing you as soon as every article of clothes was gone and on the floor,”Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long.” He groans, grabbing a handful of your ass, tossing you on the bed after.

“Me too.” You say as you meet his gaze, sitting up on your elbows and waiting for his next move.

Oscar grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed causing you to yelp in surprise. He kisses up your leg, getting to your thigh and beginning to leave a love bite,”Ah fuck.” You say and grab onto his head, the skin getting sensitive when he does it for a little to long.

“Sorry mamas.” Oscar chuckles and looks back at the large bruise in delight, moving to you other thigh to repeat the process.

You bite down on your lower lip and grip the bed sheets,”Fuck Oscar!” You squeak,”Enough papi.” You say as you take deep breaths, your thighs in pleasurable pain.

“I can’t help it, I just want to mark you up and let everybody know that I’m back.” He admits as he bends your right leg up,”Let me make it up to you.” You nod eagerly in agreement and look down at him as he inches closer to your throbbing core.

As soon as you feel his tongue on you, your head gets thrown back and your eyes squeeze shut. Small moans coming from you,”Yes papi.” You manage to get out, when he focuses on your clit, he hums against you and stays in position.

It only takes a few more minutes before you’re a crying mess underneath him, your first orgasm that hasn’t been caused by your fingers, intense and overwhelming. Oscar makes his way up your body, letting you taste yourself when he gets back up to your lips.

“All nighter?” Mumbles against your mouth

“All nighter.” You agree, the both of you taking turns and bringing each other’s body’s to multiple highs.

~

“Suns nearly up.” Oscar mentions a few hours later as he lays in bed next to you, the sheets low on his hip and a joint in his hand.

“Good. We can lay in bed all day, yeah?” You yawn, cuddled up to his side.

“Definitely.” He says, blowing out smoke simultaneously

“I’m kind of scared to go to sleep.” You tell him as you let your eyes close tiredly.

“Why’s that mami?”

“Just feel like I’m going to wake up and yesterday will be all a dream.” You laugh softly at the thought, getting drowsier as the seconds tick by.

“I feel the same.” He tells you with a yawn of his own, reaching over to place the joint in the ashtray,”But it won’t be. I’m home, right where I belong.” He says and turns on his side to spoon you.

“Hmh, home.” You smile lazily, dozing off completely in his arms. Oscar places a kiss to your head before burying his face in your hair. He knew that no matter what life threw at him he was never letting himself go back to prison. He couldn’t leave you or Cesar again, before being pulled into the best sleep he’s had in a while he made that promise to himself. A promise in which he intended to keep.

[rioskingdom]

Amor Pasado

Chapter 3

"I think I'm gonna puke," I slammed my eyes shut, taking the precaution of even covering them with my hand.

"Why did you come into an empty room," Cesar shouted. I heard the sound of objects being stepped on.

"Oh were gonna be judging me for coming into an empty room, not the sex-crazed teens, getting it on, in the teacher's desk!" I cringed at my own comment, shaking the thought of the kids having sex. "I have a free period, so I come into this room, it has the best signal in the whole school," When the room fell silent, I opened my eyes, moving my hand away.

Monse and Cesar both stood straight up, looking guilty as ever. "so we're just gonna go," Cesar tried walking away, Monse following close behind him but I called them out.

"how long has this been going on," I asked them.

Cesar was scratching the back of his neck, "the first time was before camp,"

"Then it started again about two weeks ago" she added. "Don't tell the crew," Monse pleaded. Why she was scared of telling Ruby and Jamal beat me, but it wasn't my secret to tell.

"Monse, I'm honestly trying to forget about it myself," I sighed, rubbing my hands against my face.

"I always did find you two very cute, even when you were kids," Both of them beamed, "You know you cant keep it a secret forever," they both nodded their heads. "Be careful where you guys are having sex, next time it'll be a teacher" I warned, as they left the room.

This room would forever be scarred in my head, not making me want to sit here anymore. I darted towards the library, while you still had a free period.

---

"You sure you dont want to go to the dance?" Olivia was picking pieces of clothing, shoving them in a bag. I shook my head, lowering my laptop screen.

"Dances aren't my scene, plus it's gonna be filled with ninth and tenth graders, no offense," she laughed, grabbing her bag. "Ok, have fun alone in this room," She giggled.

"Im gonna have so much fun, working on my homework!" Ruby came in, talking nonsense about being woke, after a few years with him, I learned how to turn my hearing off with him. Once they left, I focused on my homework. My grades had to be perfect, I had to give Cornell no reason to reject me.

There was a knock on the door, at first, I was gonna ignore it, but when I heard the second knock, I got up heading to the door.

When I opened the door, Victoria stood there, "Hey Carmen," I leaned against the doorway, examining her. "I missed you,"

"I dont," I responded, making her take a step back.

"I talked to the headmaster," she continued. "she's willing to forget the past and let you back into the school," Of course she would, hoping I dont tell the school board about her rendezvous with her students.

Her hand moved to hold mine, "we could be together again,"

I considered the possibility of returning, missing my friends, my professors, actually having a shot of going to Cornell. I looked down, watching as her hand, which once felt warm and comforting, now felt cold and stonelike. I peered up at her, my hand slipping from hers.

"I think its time for you to go," I mumbled. Focusing my attention on the flower pot, outside the door.

"Come on Car' we all missed you up there," She leaned closer.

"Dont call me that," I snapped at her, pushing her back. "you lost that right when I caught you screwing the headmaster," I spat at her.

"It wasn't like that, you're naturally smart," she defended herself, "I had to find a way to keep my grades up to stay in Gardensfield,"

"Are you expecting me to feel sorry?" I asked her. Whatever excuse she tried giving, it didn't change the fact, she cheated on me. Her eyes fell on my wrist.

"You took off your bracelet?" I walked away, going to my room, grabbing the bracelet that I threw on the floor weeks ago. I got to the door, handing her the bracelet.

"Have a nice life, Victoria," I slammed the door shut, resting my back against the door. My breath growing ragged as my chest felt heavy. Someone came from behind me, giving me a hug. I turned to them, seeing Abuela.

"Abuelita?" She backed up, coughing behind her, I'm assuming to not cough on me.

"Im sorry you had to see that Abuelita," I apologized, taking in a deep breath.

"no need to apologize, you should go out, have fun, forget this Victoria person,"

"I have homework," I tried to explain, but abuelita started nudging into my room.

"Nonsense, youre only young once," she was right. I couldn't go back to writing math problems. But where would I go? I'd never step foot in a high school dance. I sent Cesar a message, see if maybe he knew of a party, since he was in the gang.

there's a party at Monse, dance got canceled

Good enough excuse. I grabbed my phone, heading to Monse's.

----

I was getting lost in Jasmine's story, as I finished downing my beer. I walked to her fridge, grabbing another one.

"You sure thats a good idea, thats your third one," Monse told me. Who was she to judge?

"Hey im the adult here," I told her, keeping my sentences short and sweet.

"You're 17, "I stuck my tongue out on Monse, opening up my beer.

I looked to Jasmine cheering her on, "Jasmine, so tell me that story about your third nipple," I started drinking my beer, walking to her as she started gushing on how she discovered it. The minute I sat on the couch, I stood back up, coming to the realization that I had to pee very bad.  

"I have to pee," My memory was pulling tricks on me, I couldn't remember where Monse's bathroom was. I've been here a few times, so why can't I remember the location. I stumbled into Monse's bedroom, realizing this wasn't the restroom. My eyes fell onto Cesar, who was on the phone.

"Cesar," I whispered, trying to be quiet. He looked up at me.

"Oscar hold on," he turns to look at me

"That's Oscar?" he nodded his head, "tell him he's a poopy head," Cesar smiled, saying something on the phone. I looked down, spotting a penny on the floor. It must be my lucky day.

"Yup," He hung up the phone as I reached down for the quarter. I shot up, acting as if I didn't have my hand on the cookie jar.

"Cesar I'm lost, I need the bathroom," He looked confused.

"What?" he laughed, not understanding me.

"I have to pee," His mouth shaped into an "o" taking me to the bathroom. Once I finished using the restroom, I went to the sink, washing my hands, before spattering some of the water onto my face.

I stumbled outside of the bathroom, seeing Jasmine passed out on the couch. I walked outside, taking my bottle with me, needing some fresh air.

I sat on the porch, looking at the night sky. Oscar came up to me, sitting next to me, "Aren't you a little too grown for this party," I asked him, giving him a smile.

"I would say the same to you," He said.

"I can do whatever the hell I want," I answered, lifting the beer bottle, getting ready to take a sip. Oscar grabbed the bottle from my hands, moving it away from me.

"Pendejo!" I cursed, turning to him.

"Que te pasa?" he scolded. Okay, dad.

"Nothing," I told him, but his face read that he wasn't gonna give up. By now I was tired of Oscar's bullshit. I haven't even forgiven from last week, leaving me hanging that way. My anger sobered me up pretty quickly, causing me to stand up, so I could face him.

"Oh my god, what is up with you, no quieres ser mi hermano, pero jodes de ser mi amigo, you dont want to kiss me?" I ranted to him.

"Not this shit again," He rolled his eyes, getting up but I pushed him back down so that I was the taller person here.

"yes, this shit again," I scolded him, he leaned back, resting his arms against the steps, almost enjoying my outburst.

"I said no to going back to Gardenfields because of a past relationship biting me in the ass, and now you-" I massaged my temples, feeling an incoming headache.

"I mean am I crazy? did I read the signs wrong?" He had a smirk, written on his lips.

"Why the fuck are you smirking," I ranted. He stood up, pulling me flush against him. Bending down, he crashed his lips on mine. The mixture of cigarette with spearmint caused my body to melt into his, as he held on to me, keeping me upright. As he pulled away, he brushed his thumb against my lips.

"you're not crazy," he breathed. I gasped, running to the bushes, puking the contents from my stomach.

[fortune-fool02]

Il Merman

Merman Caesar Zeppeli x human female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Mermaid AU

I loved this idea! It was so fun to write. Also, it’s not a typo, the title literally translate to The Merman in Italian, (At least Google Translate says it does) Please enjoy.

The ocean held a beauty that no other place in Italy did. Calm, gentle waves that brushed past the rocks, sparkling in the sun’s light and then glimmering in the pale moon light. To lay in it and feel its cool fingers run over your body, washing away the world around you and pull you into a serenity that seemed impossible.

That was why [Name] loved the ocean so much. Whenever she felt off, she would flee to the ocean’s side and listen to the waves crash against the rocks, a soothing sound as a mother’s singing would be to a child. Though, little did [Name] know, there was something under the water’s waves that would change her life forever. 

***

The night was young, as was the Salmon that darted through the water in an attempt to escape the predator gaining on it. The Salmon did not make it far before it was snatched up in the creature’s claws, sharp teeth -fit for the predator- sinking into its flesh. Once he had finished his meal, he tossed the skeleton aside, letting it sink to the seabed before he rose his gaze upwards, towards the surface. 

He was always told not to go to the surface for he would be snatched up by the humans and taken away from the water. But he never listened to them; he was young and curious. Plus, as long as he was fast enough to swim away then he saw no issue, he was one of the fastest in the colony, after all. 

However, he soon learned that that was not the case. As the young creature was too focused on chasing down another salmon that had strayed too far from its school, he did not realise he was swimming straight into the trap until the rope was wrapped around his body and being pulled upwards to the surface.

***

[Name] often came out to the ocean when she struggled to sleep. She loved the way the waves would glimmer in the moon light, another beauty that was overlooked. This night, when she was preparing her small boat for the small journey, she grabbed her fishing net; she needed something to sell on the market in order to actually feed herself and pay for the bills.

As she began to pull her catch in, she felt her body freeze at what she pulled into her boat. There, tangled in the rope as he thrashed around in hopes to free himself, was a man -or, more accurately, something that resembled a man.  

Golden blonde hair that reflected the colour of the sun. Emerald green eyes that held a storm in them, wild and free. Silver scales that covered his entire body, and the gleaming fish tail that replaced where his legs should have been. 

[Name] could not tear her gaze away from him. She had caught a merman. A real, breathing merman. Without thinking, she crouched down and began to untie the rope around him, apologies spilling from her lips -whether or not he understood her didn’t matter to her. Any other person who brought in a merman wouldn’t hesitate to drive their knife through them; or worse, sell them onto the market and force it to suffer. 

That was not what this marvellous creature deserved. He deserved to be free, in the ocean where he belongs. 

As her hands untied the rope around him, the merman slowed his thrashing upon realising what she was doing. 

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” she spoke softly to him, trying to keep him calm and prevent any further harm that may have been inflicted on him. Once he was free from the rope, the merman turned and leaped from the boat and back into the ocean’s waves. [Name] looked over the edge just in time to catch a glimpse of his tail fin disappear under the waves. 

***

That was far too close! He was captured by a human and could have been taken away. He was just lucky that the human freed him from the rope-

He stopped. That human freed him when she could have easily taken him away. Why? His gaze turned back to the boat, watching as it began to drift away towards shore. Confusion mixed curiosity flooded his body, why did that human free him? And why did she look so... sad when she saw him? He has observed humans long enough to know what their expressions meant, and hers showed guilt when she pulled him onto her boat. 

Against his better judgement, he swam back up to the surface, poking his head above the waves enough to see the [Hair colour] human pull up onto the beach, tie her boat up and head into the small house on the rocks by the ocean. For some reason, that sorrow laced guilt in her eyes seeped into his heart, tugging him back to her. After a moment of bouncing the idea back and forth in his mind, the merman shrugged and pushed forward in the direction of the shore. 

There were stories among his colony, whispered when alone, that his kind could shed their tails and walk as humans did when they came into contact with land. Personally, he never thought much of it as he never had a reason to, but now, he wondered if those stories were true or not. Hesitation was knitted into his muscles as he rested the shallows, his tail fin resting against the sand but his body still within the water’s grasp. 

It was now or never, he had to know why that human woman looked so sad. With a surge of courage, he pulled himself onto the sand and out of the water’s reach. Not moments after he did so, his body shifted. His muscles broke apart, becoming individual limbs as his tail fin shedded itself, revealing two bare legs underneath it. Fair skin replaced his sliver scales, allowing him to feel each grain of sand beneath his body. 

A bark of laughter escaped him, it actually worked. But now, he was faced with a new problem. How did one use these legs? He has seen humans use them easily but to him, they were foreign, strange even. Grabbing onto the rock beside him for support, his slowly pushed his body up and stretched his new legs out, getting a sense of how they worked; which way they bent and how far.

Then came the hard bit, the walking. Putting one foot forward, he pushed off a little too quickly and earned a face full of sand as a result. A low hiss slipped his lips at this before he tried again, this time, slower. His patience was not his strongest suit and that came back to bite him in the backside. Still, he did not give up. 

After quite some time of stumbling -almost falling- and limping at one point when he stepped on a rather sharp stone, the merman finally made it to the [Hair colour] human’s house. Unsure of how to enter, he brought his hand up and banged it against the door, flinching slightly at the volume it made. He was unsure of what he was expecting, though his heart told him to keep going, to see this human again. 

The door opened to reveal the [Hair colour] human, whose [Eye colour] eyes widened at the sight before her. She recognised him, even in this form. Before he could do anything, his legs gave out from under him from being pushed too far in such a short space of time; thankfully, the woman caught him before helping him inside and setting him down in a chair, closing the door behind them. 

“What are you doing here? H-How’re you here?” [Name] asked, amazement flooding her mind as she took in the situation. Only hours after capturing and releasing the merman, he was knocking on her door with legs instead of a wondrous tail fin. She grabbed a blanket and went to wrap it around his shaking figure when he turned, baring his teeth at her, a defensive threat. She rose her hands up, showing that she did not mean him harm in any way. 

“It’s to keep you warm.” she told him. The aggression faded, letting her wrap the blanket around him. His hands curled around the blanket, pulling it closer to his body, fending off the coldness that raked him. 

“What’s your name?” The merman looked at her, confusion painting his face. Only now did [Name] notice the two marks on his face, a pale pink birthmark upon his cheekbones. She brought her hand up to her chest, 

“My name is [Name].” she said slowly, hoping he would understand her in some way. The golden blonde merman titled his head at her, 

“[Name].” he repeated, his voice heavy with an Italian accent that made her eyes widen. He was not just a merman, he was an Italian merman! What was she expecting from where she was? 

He brought his hand to his chest, “Mi chiamo Cesare.” he spoke, his voice smooth as the ocean’s waves yet rough from the lack of use. That didn’t bother [Name] though. Her lips lifted into a bright smile that made Caesar smile lightly, knowing he had done good to make her smile. 

For some reason, somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a feeling that this was the start of something special.

[gascon-en-exil]

But What If You Want to Come Out on Vers Bottom?: A “Coming Out on Top” Review (Part 4)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

All that’s left now are the ten Brofinder dates. Because there’s so many of these and because they’re all fairly short with only a few variations in how they can go down I’m not going to be spending much time on each - just a quick overview of the stories as well as an evaluation of the inevitable sex. The quality does vary a fair bit, although it’s all subjective as to which are better depending on what kind of story you’re looking for as well as, in some cases, your kinks.

Jake

Comes with a fairly obvious death condition, a sequence in which Mark and Jake get to nerd out over The Legend of Zelda, and another in which Jake lectures Mark/the player on the virtues of polyamory. I’ve always been poly-friendly myself, and the lecture does lead into a - thoroughly random - train scenario, but to say it’s not how you’d logically expect this date to go down is a bit of an understatement. Jake never even takes his shirt off, so in place of a body hair toggle he gets one to dye his hair pink for whatever reason. It’s a shame too, because at the start of the date there’s some discussion over Jake’s weight and how he should be confident in his size and his unusually elaborate buffet eating strategies.

Tommy

Like Jake’s date Tommy’s rapidly goes to some unexpected places, but in his case those places entail getting kidnapped and forced to talk through the failures of the criminal justice system at gunpoint. There are more than a few chances to get a quick game over, some funnier than others, but if Mark survives to make it to Tommy’s place he’s greeted by a brief but hot round of sex with the one man in the cast whose dick size is talked up even more than Brad’s. In this case it may actually be warranted; the girth of that thing looks positively inhuman in the CGs, so, rejoice if you’re into that.

Frankie

This guy talks an outlandishly highbrow game that he very clearly can’t deliver on, and having a successful date with him requires Mark to be as aggressively honest as possible as a means of badgering Frankie into admitting to all his unsubtle deception. The man underneath them may just be a more pathetic prospect than Mark himself, but at least the player gets treated to as good a striptease as this game can deliver with its assets followed by sex on the beach...literally, not the cocktail. This date reserves inexplicably dirty names of that nature for gelato of all things.

Luke

The absurdity only continues to build as Mark is invited to “Streamflix and chill” by an Irish frat bro who doesn’t know what that term means because apparently this universe’s Netflix knockoff doesn’t exist in Ireland. It’s up to the player to smoothly guide Mark through a showing of an inspirational story about a narcoleptic rugby player to get to the grand prize of a chance to quietly blow Luke under the blankets when his housemates could walk in at any second (or provide off-the-cuff commentary on Brokeback Mountain, as it happens). There’s also a dream CG at the end featuring yet more sports roleplay sex, as if Brad’s route didn’t offer enough of that. My favorite part though is Luke complaining about American bars not serving alcohol past 2 AM, as I agree with him that it is utterly barbaric.

Cesar

As should be apparent, this is the one with cop sex. Mark gets caught up in a drug sting, and depending on how the player feels about Ian’s suggestion of bringing along ranch dressing (or rather, ranch dressing mix) to the supposed siesta the specific type of cop sex will either be a fairly standard round of Mark bottoming or one of the only finger-fucking sessions in the game. Either way Mark will be resisting arrest as well as sexually harassing a police officer following what was very obviously a setup targeting cruising gay men, but because this is an erotic dating sim and every man in it wants Mark’s ass let’s all withhold our reservations regarding the ethical ramifications of this entire scenario. I have no trouble doing so, although that’s mostly because cop sex does nothing for me. 

Terry

Well, color me surprised - if not terribly aroused - because at long last we have a twink. There seems to be a thinly-veiled pop culture reference here, to something like a younger Justin Bieber or one of those guys from One Direction, but as wild as this date ends up going I find it hangs together rather well even without working as an allusion to any specific celebrity. Mark finds himself billed as the winner of a date with a pop star, and hilarity ensues as he encounters screaming fangirls, a creepy stalker trying to get locks of Terry’s hair, and a karaoke contest in a dive bar where New Orleans gets name-dropped because this city is mentioned in so many songs and where Mark “rocks the hell out of” Schubert’s Ave Maria, somehow. The sex itself is a novelty, with the choice coming down to either Mark giving a rimjob while Terry performs autofellatio or Mark pounding some twink ass. A post-coital hair snipping for the stalker is optional.

Donovan

This man has some hang-ups, and I still can’t decide whether they’re hot or not. At first pass this date is a bite-sized deconstruction of what Dream Daddy could have been had it been interested in actually examining the kinds of relationships it claims to center around - Donovan is a literal father, divorced and new to the dating scene and clearly uncomfortable with many aspects of it up to and including the very sexualized concept of gay daddies. His attempts at flirting and blending in at a gay bar are awkwardly endearing, but as I suggested with Alex I think CooT wants to have it both ways by having Donovan opine about being treated like a daddy...when he looks the way he does and while he’s buying drinks for a guy more than ten years his junior. Even his attempt at more authentically bonding with Mark via an impromptu woodworking tutorial quickly pivots into innuendo and heavier flirting leading up to the inevitable sex scene (although the player should note that in order to get said sex scene you’ll have to know a little about what Donovan is teaching Mark as well as allow him to step away for a heart-to-heart with his teenage son). What follows is shower sex where Mark tops his bull of a date - so if you’re into big hairy bottoms and didn’t get enough from some of Amos’s options this is your story.

Oz and Pete

No Grindr analogue would be complete without a partnered relationship looking for one more, and in truth this date earns some major points for realistically capturing the mix of awkwardness and sensual chaos that comes from jumping in bed with an established couple. This includes crossed wires on who’s using the shared profile, a bit of informal relationship counseling, and the messy but inevitably uneven bonding Mark does with either Oz or Pete. There are two successful paths to this date according to which of them Mark spends more time with at the bar, with each of them building up to a particular type of fetish sex that the two of them haven’t discussed with one another until now. For Oz (on the left) that’s double penetration, while for Pete it’s cuckoldry with some bonus rimming and felching in the scene itself. This is admittedly one of the more physically demanding scenarios Mark can find himself in, especially if he favors Oz, but as I said it’s handled with a surprising amount of realism. Plus there’s a comment before the date that sort of handwaves Mark’s pre-sex stretching that goes along with an utterly ridiculous (mental) image, so I’ll let it slide.

Theo

This one is interesting, to say the least. Mark is paid to pose as Theo’s fiancé at his ten year high school reunion, as part of a ploy to show off how successful Theo has become and rub his former bullies’ noses in it. In addition to the usual wacky humor - and cameos from both Penny and Ian - this is a story with a fair bit of heart to it depending on how Mark deals with the situation. He can either play the perfect partner and earn Theo the recognition he craves...or he can go as absurd and over-the-top as possible but don’t try rickrolling the bullies because that’s a step too far, making a spectacle of himself and teaching Theo a valuable lesson about not caring about the opinions of the people who used to mock him. Provided the date’s a success in one form or another Theo will proffer the above Dom/sub scenario, and Mark can respond either by agreeing to be a sub (either in the comparatively vanilla sense if he was sensible at the reunion or as a pup if he went overboard with it) or by flipping the script and making Theo his sub for the evening. They could have done a lot more with the pup play considering it’s just the sub version with a collar and canine sound effects, but there’s already more logical bang for your buck going on in this date than in around half of the others.

Hugh and Jesse

This is...I can’t even....

Okay, whatever. It’s the last one. It’s not a date, properly speaking, but is accessed if Mark chooses to play with himself on the Brofinder menu. He gets high off some incredibly dubious weed given to him by Ian and proceeds to get intimately acquainted with his goldfish Slurpy in what is CooT’s second-heaviest icthyophilic moment (Google for #1, I already said back in Part 1 I’m not going there). If he calls for an ambulance he’ll be taken under the care of a pair of twin EMTs who make up for what they lack in professionalism with the kind of zany determination you’d expect with a setup like this. At that point it’s the player’s choice of a spit roast or a combo blowjob and rimjob. Adding to the overall disorienting effect of this “date” is the game experimenting with perspective and its visual assets in ways rarely seen elsewhere and that honestly don’t work very well. There’s only so much you can do with such, ahem, stiff portraits.

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

“Young Love” Cesar x Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “Hi I just want to start off by saying that What are you doing mano was my favorite! Can I please request a Cesar or Diego imagine? Maybe where he has been really busy and he doesn’t have much time so the reader goes to surprise him. The whole day is spent inside just relaxing and when she goes to make dinner they just order something cause he finally admits that he needed a break and doesn’t want her to leave the bed. Thank youu!💙💙💙”

Author: Alana

“I promise that I will make it up to you, baby girl! I’m just trying to find time and make time to be with you.” You heard Cesar let out a sigh on the other end of the phone, “Things are just so hectic lately. I’m sorry that I’m putting you through this..” Cesar apologized, his voice filled with guilt.

You smiled softly, stirring the now cold dinner that you had made for both you and Cesar. “It’s okay, babe, really. There will be another time. I’m not upset.” You assured him, grabbing Tupperware for you to put the food into.

Cesar relaxed a little from his end, “Te amo, bebe.” He said, smiling to himself, waiting for you to say the words back.

“I love you more, dork.” You smiled, “You owe me a ton of kisses when I see you, by the way.” You informed him, earning a deep chuckle from his side.

You smiled huge at hearing his chuckle, you missed it.

“Alright, I guess that’s only fair! Have a good night, baby girl.” He said kindly before hanging up.

You bit your lip and set your phone down, wondering what you could possibly do to help out Cesar. You wanted to make this stressful time on him a bit easier.

Continuing to put the dinner away, you got an idea. Quickly you grabbed your phone and dialed the number.

“What do you want, hyna?” Oscar’s gruff voice asked as he answered the phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Is there any work that Cesar needs to do for the gang tomorrow?” You questioned, leaning against the counter.

Oscar arched an eyebrow and scoffed, “Why is that any of your concern?”

You held back a groan of frustration, “Because it has been nearly two weeks since I have seen my own boyfriend. I want to see him and the only way I can do that is by taking care of things that are on his to-do list. So if there is something he needs to do tomorrow, just tell me and I will go do it instead!” You finished, pinching the bridge of your nose.

There was silence from the other end for a moment. You glared at the wall, offended that Oscar might have just hung up, “Did you just hang up on me, you jerk-“

“Cool it, (y/n).” Oscar rolled his eyes, “Cesar has some walls to tag tomorrow, but that’s dangerous for a little girl like you to get involved in. Then he has some errands to run for me. There are some who owe me money and it’s time to collect. Oh, and my grocery shopping.” He finished, smirking.

You silently debated with yourself. His groceries? Really? But it would mean being able to spend the remainder of the day with Cesar tomorrow. “Okay, Fine-“

Oscar cut you off, “On second thought, you don’t need to do the money run. I’ll take care of that. Cesar would kill me if he knew I let you do that. You do need to do the tagging and grocery shopping tomorrow though.” Oscar finished, content with the decision he just made.

You smiled and nodded, “Alright, just text me the locations, I’ll handle them in the morning.” You did a quiet happy dance before hanging up.

-

You groaned softly and slammed your fist on the alarm clock. You turned over in your bed and read the time, 7:15 AM. Time to get ready.

You yawned while rubbing your eyes. Quietly, you got up from bed and walked to your bathroom. You handled your business and changed into a black hoodie and black leggings.

It would be easier to blend in before the sun fully rises.

You made your way to the front door.

“And where are you going?” Your mother asked, taking a step out of the kitchen and taking a sip of her coffee.

You jumped a little and turned around quickly, “Dear god, mom!” You placed your hand over your chest, “I didn’t know you were up.”

Your mother giggled softly, “Clearly. Seriously, where are you going, (y/n)?” She asked again.

“I promised a friend that I would help them out today. I just wanted to get an early start so that I could hang out with Cesar later.” You told her truthfully.

Your mother smiled huge, “Aww, you both are finally going to hang out again? That’s great, sweetheart! Just please be safe out there this morning.” Your mother pleaded, walking over and giving you a quick hug. “I’ll see you later, Angel!” Your mother waved you off.

You shook your head, laughing quietly to yourself. You began heading to Oscar and Cesar’s place because you needed to pick up the spray paint.

-

Knocking quietly on the door, you looked around at all the houses with their lights out.

The door slowly cracked open, revealing a tired Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. “I wasn’t expecting you this early.” He grumbled, bending down to grab a backpack full of spray paint. “Try to be careful and not get caught, kid.” He advised, handing you the backpack and closing the door.

“Yes, sir.” You replied sarcastically after Oscar shut the door in your face.

You looked down at the list of alleys to tag The Santos symbol on. Let’s get to work, (y/n). You mentally encouraged yourself.

-

You hated to admit it, but you were pretty sneaky and creative at graffiti.

Cesar took you on one of his tag runs before. Granted, the Prophet$ caught you both in their territory and you had to run for your lives, but you enjoyed the thrill of the event.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about that memory.

You stepped back to look at your work on the final alley wall. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to your lips. You did a pretty amazing job at tagging.

Maybe I should join the gang. You joked to yourself, picking up the backpack and placing it back on your shoulder. You looked down at your phone, “It’s already 8:30?” You asked yourself out loud, “I better get grocery shopping.” You concluded, starting your walk again.

-

Cesar yawned and slowly got out of bed, glancing at his clock in the process. It was already 8:30 AM and he had a to-do list to tend to. The sooner he could knock this list out, the sooner he could maybe see you in two days.

He hated all of the gang related stuff that he had to do. Not just because being in a gang isn’t who he is, but because it took away from his time with you. Whenever Cesar found himself getting severely overwhelmed with the gang world, he would just come to you and you were his peace. He could just be himself and not have to worry about which gang is after him, or when the next money run was. Cesar just enjoyed having you by his side.

I’ll see you soon, baby girl. He thought to himself at he looked at the picture of you on his lock screen.

It was a picture of you with a serious face and ice cream all over your mouth and nose.

FLASHBACK

Cesar had thought it would be funny to shove his ice cream in your face while you were talking to him about how hot you were.

You fanned yourself gently with a napkin as you and Cesar sat outside of an ice cream parlor. It was a hot day and you both decided it was the perfect time for an ice cream date.

Cesar sat across from you, eating his mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. “Babe, it’s too hot to be sitting outside.” You whined out for the second time, continuing to fan yourself more vigorously.

Cesar arched an eyebrow at you as he took a bite of his ice cream. Who bites their ice cream? “You keep complaining about how hot you are, mama.” He smirked, “Maybe you should just cool down?” He suggested, causing you to tilt your head.

“Well duh, that’s why we got ice cream-” You were cut off by Cesar pushing his ice cream into your face.

You squealed in surprise and stared at Cesar with a serious look. He grinned and quickly took a picture of you while chuckling, “Look at my baby, all cooled down.” He gushed at the picture, leading you to roll your eyes and wipe your nose with a napkin.

“And you’re welcome by the way.” Cesar smiled and kissed your ice cream covered lips, breaking your serious look into one of happiness as you kissed back.

END FLASHBACK

Cesar smiled and relaxed, feeling motivated to get through his tasks for the day because of you.

Oscar knocked on Cesar’s bedroom door before walking in, “Hey, you don’t gotta do the tag run. I had someone else take care of that. You can chill for a bit today, mano.” Oscar told Cesar, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Really??” Cesar asked quickly, not believing Oscar’s words.

Oscar nodded, “Yeah, but you still gotta stay home, fool. I’m expecting a delivery that you need to be here for.”

Of course I can’t leave to go see (y/n), Cesar thought. “Okay, thanks, I guess.” Cesar smiled softly, laying back in bed and sighing.

-

You stopped at home to have a bite to eat before delivering the groceries to Cesar’s house. Now that you’ve got food in your system, you’re ready to drop off the groceries.

You hummed quietly as you approached the house with two bags of groceries. Carefully climbing the porch steps, you gently knocked on the door with your foot.

Not long after, Oscar opened the door and looked down at you chuckling. “The things kids do for love.” He commented, lifting the groceries from your arms. He motioned for you to come in by gently nodding his head to follow him.

“He doesn’t know you were coming over, by the way.” Oscar said, beginning to put the groceries away. “And I have some things to take care of. So you can stay here and keep him company, (y/n).” He said, glancing over at you with a smile barely gracing his lips.

You smiled huge and quietly snuck towards Cesar’s door. You peaked through his door and smiled huge at him laying in bed and singing to himself. Aw, my love..

You pushed open the door and hopped in, “Boo!” You hollered, throwing your arms in the air.

Cesar jumped a little, “Dude-“ his eyes got wide, an excitedly smile coming to his lips. “(Y/n)?!” He let out a happy chuckle, picking you up and hugging you tightly. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.. wait what’re you doing here? How’d you know I was trapped at home??” He questioned, setting you on his bed.

You gently kissed him and trailed your thumb along his lips, “Don’t worry about it. Just be happy that we are finally together, Ce.” You smiled up at your boyfriend.

Cesar smiled down at you, taking in your appearance. He really missed seeing you daily. Letting out a sigh of relief, Cesar leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly.

You closed your eyes at the action and smiled to yourself, a hum of contentment escaping your lips.

“Since we are finally together again, how about we go out on a date?” You asked, opening your eyes and taking Cesar’s hand.

Cesar laid down beside you. “Mi amor, the past couple of weeks have been beyond exhausting on me. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.” He began, placing your knuckles to his lips and giving them a ginger kiss. “So I would rather just stay in with you today, if that’s okay.” A blush crept to his face as he finished.

You laid on your stomach, next to Cesar, and laid your head on his chest, “Of course that’s okay with me, baby... I know you’ve been stressed..” you ran your fingers through his hair. “Besides, we can just watch Netflix and cuddle!” You suggested enthusiastically, causing Cesar to smile more.

“I would love that.” Cesar turned on Netflix. Both of you changed your position to get more comfortable on the bed.

Cesar’s left arm was now over your shoulder as you laid your head back on his chest. He gently fiddled with a piece of your hair, watching you as you began watching a show.

“You know,” Cesar started quietly, “I never really paid attention to how much I need you in my life, until you were barely in it for two weeks..” he admitted, letting go of your hair and gently trailing his fingers up and down your back.

“All I found myself thinking is how I needed to call and hear your voice. Or how I wanted to FaceTime you, but no matter what there was never any time. I just wanted to be with you, (y/n). I always want to be with you. This makes me realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said thoughtfully, staring off into space.

You looked up at Cesar surprised, “Um.. are you proposing to me, babe?” You asked, flustered.

Cesar smirked and looked down at you, “Not at the moment, but I definitely will make you my wife one day. That’s a promise.” He booped your nose and kissed you gently.

You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his torso, “I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips.

“And I love you more than Chinese food.. speaking of which!” Cesar reached onto his dresser to grab his phone, “Let’s order takeout.” He suggested, giving you his famous goofy grin. “That way we don’t have to move from bed and we can catch up on two weeks worth of your cuddles.” He kissed your cheek, “Oh! And those tons of kisses that I owe you! I didn’t forget.” He winked.

You laughed quietly to yourself and shook your head, how did I ever get so lucky?

[mattzerella-sticks]

Poison Apple Pie

The brass knob of the motel room door jiggles, twisting frantically as someone from the other side tries to open it. Finally the lock clicks and Sam bursts through, Dean lolling from his side like a rag doll. He drags his brother further into the room and dumps him on the nearest bed. Then, without closing the door, Sam pulls his phone out and dials. Powering through dial tone Sam tries to gain some sense of calmness. He sits on the edge of the bed only to rise moments later. Sam paces across the room twice with his large strides before getting bored of it. He moves over to his brother and rearranges him with his free hand. Laying him flatter on his back, face forward and not buried in the covers so he couldn’t breathe.

Although with how little Dean’s chest rises and falls Sam can’t tell if he breathes at all. Fingers twitching with the need to check his pulse again, a lilting voice croons her greeting.

“Rowena,” Sam sighs, turning away from Dean, “we need your help-”

“I’m doing fine myself, really,” Rowena says, “Been a lovely day... thought about switching up the colors on my nails so I went for a brilliant shade of emerald. Not sure if I’m loving it though...”

Sam’s face scrunches like a paper ball in confusion. “What? Nails - Rowena, this is serious. I’m calling -”

“For help,” she cuts him off, “I know, I know. You boys never ring me unless the world’s ending or one of you find yourselves in a little situation... usually Dean. Boy attracts hex bags like flies to honey.”

“But there aren’t any hex bags,” Sam growls, tugging at his hair, “I checked him for any and nothing came up in my search. Same with the booth.”

“The booth? Samuel I think you should maybe start from the beginning... what happened?”

Sam sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “We’d just finished a case and were on our way back to the Bunker when I wanted to stop for lunch...”

They pulled over to a roadside diner that was decently packed. Rightfully so since they claimed to make the freshest apple pie in the state of Tennessee. Dean scoffed when he saw the sign. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, adding it to his order. Sam rolled his eyes and ordered a chicken wrap.

Lunch was uneventful. The waitress flirted with Dean, and when he wouldn’t look away from his phone, paid Sam more attention. He’d be more offended if he hadn’t already checked her out on the way in. So Sam left Dean to his phone while chatting up the waitress - Linda. 

For all the crap Dean put Sam through about being obsessed with technology, his brother would spend hours typing away for no reason he wanted to share with him. So he checked one day when Dean left his phone unattended. Why Dean wanted to keep his texts with Cas private Sam would never know. But he’ll let him have it if it means Sam can pick up girls like Linda along the way.

And then Dean was served the slice of apple pie.

“Looks pretty good,” he said, prodding it with his fork.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Just eat it, man.”

“I’m getting into the right mindset Sammy,” Dean smirked, “when you’re someone as experienced as me you can’t just eat pie...”

“Didn’t know you were a pie connoisseur...” 

“Exactly. I’m a pie-noisseur!”

He didn’t respond, leaving his brother with his pie. Instead he searched out Linda to see where she was, his number written sloppily on an unused napkin. Interrupting his search, however, was the sound of a head slamming onto the table.

Sam whirled to see Dean slumped over, face smushed onto his plate with bits of pie and whipped cream splattered about. Instinct taking over, he reached over to check his pulse. When the faintest flutter tapped his fingertips Sam sighed in relief.

Unfortunately everyone in the diner was now staring at them.

“Oh my God!” Linda cried, hovering near their table, “Is he - is he okay?”

His mind revved into overdrive to come up with a good enough excuse. “Yeah,” Sam lied, standing, “my brother he’s - he’s a little bit... narcoleptic?”

“Narcoleptic?”

“Yeah, he just falls asleep randomly sometimes, nothing to worry about.”

“I’ve head but,” she glanced behind him, “so suddenly like that? He was fine moments ago.”

Sam shrugged. “It’s so hard to predict. He’d been doing really well today, too.”

It looked shaky, but he could see the lie taking root in her eyes. “Still,” Linda continued, biting her lip, “do you want us to do anything? Call an ambulance, or...?”

He waved her off. “He’ll be fine, but... but we’re already late enough as it is.” Sam leaned down and wrapped an arm around his body, hefting him up. Carrying enough corpses has given Sam decent core strength and jacked arms, as well as the ability to measure weight in dead bodies. Comparing Dean to them now only drags Sam into memories he wouldn’t want to relive. Especially since he needs all his attention on getting them out of here. “Thank you so much,” Sam said, dragging Dean away, “I can come back and pay -”

“Please, no need,” Linda told him, “Consider it on the house. I hope your brother wakes up soon.”

“You and me both.”

Rowena hums from the other end. “Sounds like our little Disney Princess got hit with a sleeping curse.”

He groans, “You mean those exist?”

“Everything exists at one time or another Samuel,” she lectures, “a bunch of aggrandizing men writing stories couldn’t have come up with the idea on their own. They had to get it from somewhere...”

“But like I said,” Sam says before she dives into the past, “I didn’t find any hex bags!”

“You don’t need a hex bag for a sleeping curse, Samuel.” 

“You don’t? Is it, like... something spoken, then? Did a witch cast it?”

She sighed, the breath ghosting as if it puffed against his neck. “No. Most sleeping curses are meant to be ingested. That way the spell works from the inside out freezing the body. First the person falls into a deep sleep and then, over the course of twenty-four hours, the body begins to shut down.”

“Shut down!” Sam yells, facing Dean again. “You mean he can die from this?”

“Well it is a curse, isn’t it? Back in the old days when you didn’t have a bunch of painkillers to crush up and put into your husband’s food this is what you’d do!” Rowena said, “That’s why I’m surprised it’s being used. Most witches prefer to leave that spell in the world of fairy tales...”

Sam brushes all that aside and tells her to focus. “I need a cure, Rowena. How do we end this?”

“It’s a sleeping curse,” she scoffs, “how do they usually get solved?”

He hates to admit how long it takes him to fill in the blank Rowena left for him. When Sam does his face flushes bright red, and he’s lucky Dean isn’t awake to hear him stammer. “A... a kiss?”

“True love’s kiss, more specifically,” Rowena says in a way he can hear the smile in her voice, “you don’t happen to have that lying around for Dean, do you?”

Immediately he curses the hunter’s lifestyle. The nomadic culture that prevented him and Dean from making long-lasting connections. Whether losing them by death or the crushing weight of knowing what exists beyond the veil of ignorance, the Winchester brothers have run the gambit when it comes to love. Never have they landed on the part of the wheel that doesn’t leave them emotionally bankrupt. Unable to scrounge up the luck that people like Jesse and Cesar have in spades.

But there might be some hope. Sam has to try, for Dean. “Do you think if I were to -”

“My, my Samuel,” Rowena coos, “I thought it was all a bunch of hooey on the Internet but if you’re -”

“No!” Sam shouts, blushing harder than earlier. “Not like that. I mean I love Dean, I do. So would the kiss work if it comes from, like, familial feelings and not romantic ones?”

“A cheeky workaround... clever Sam.” A strange sense of pride washes over him, only for it to recede quickly with Rowena’s next words. “Unfortunately, no.”

“What?”

“The kiss can only be from whoever is in the heart of the one was cursed,” Rowena explains, “so while I’m sure Dean loves you... it’s not like that.”

“At least that’s good news,” Sam sighs, “So there’s nothing else I can do?”

Rowena hums a merry tune. “I mean, you could find the witch who cursed him and have her reverse the spell. But you don’t even know how it was cursed in the first place right?”

Sam racks his brain. He tries to think of when Dean was vulnerable to the witch but nothing comes to mind. Linda appears several times in his memory and he only now regrets devoting more of his attention to her than Dean. In fact the only part that sticks out is when his brother acted ridiculously before digging into his pie. “The pie!” Sam gasps.

“Come again?”

“This pie Dean ordered,” Sam continues, pacing once more, “I can’t believe I didn’t think... and it was apple pie, too, for crissakes...” He pauses, connecting even more dots together. “It must have been Linda!”

“Linda?” she asks, “Who’s Linda?”

“Our waitress from the diner. She tried flirting with Dean but he was too distracted.” Sam pulls the car keys from his pocket, ready to leave. He spares one final glance at his brother, silently promising to save him. Locking the door behind him Sam races over to the Impala and readies to leave. “Thanks for the help, Rowena. I’ll call you when Dean’s awake.”

“I look forward to seeing you, Samuel...”

He tosses his phone to the side and peels out of the parking lot and over to the diner. It isn’t far away since Sam chose the first motel he could find after leaving with an unconscious Dean. However, he doesn’t remember there being so much traffic between the motel and the diner.

When he does finally arrive it’s to a mostly deserted diner. Sam searches first for Linda, except his eyes land on a familiar shade of red.

Hackles raised, Sam steps over to the booth. He frowns when he sees Rowena cutting into a slice of her own apple pie. “Rowena!”

“Hello Samuel,” she says, chewing on a bite, “I don’t know why Dean was so skeptical. Their claims are completely founded!”

Sam settles in across from her, a heavy set to his features. From the second he spotted her his mind whirled around trying to find its footing. Seeing past the doubt Sam erases all other possibilities as to what’s going on. “You cursed Dean, didn’t you?”

She frowns, mirroring him. “Just like that you figured it out? Didn’t want to ask me what I was doing here, why I wouldn’t come fix your brother?” Rowena crosses her arms. “I had a delightful script planned out. Of course now you decide to get your head out of your ass and use it.”

“Was anything you said even the truth?” Sam asks, “Can Dean really die from this?”

“Of course, dearie. I never fool around when it comes to spells.”

“Then fix it!” he slams his fist on the table, “Whatever game you’re playing at, it’s over! Why you’d want to do this I don’t know but -”

“Will you untwist your knickers, Samuel,” she waves him off, “your brother’s already fixed and probably having himself a good time.”

He falters, Rowena leveling the playing field once more to her advantage. “What?” he says, “What?”

Pointing at him with her fork she tells him to give Dean a call. And he does, only to make sure she isn’t lying to him. While waiting for his brother to pick up he stares at her. Not letting her out of his sight in case she dips away.

Luckily for her Dean answers on the third ring. “Sammy,” he huffs, rustling in the background, “this better be good...”

“Dean!” Sam relaxes in his seat, tension oozing out of him like the filling of the apple pie, “I was so worried... so it wasn’t permanent.”

“What wasn’t...” There’s a muttered something on the other end of the line and Dean gasps. “Right, the curse... yeah, it’s all hunky dory over here. So if you don’t mind...”

“How’d you wake up?” he asks him, “Was it after I left? Why didn’t you call me when you woke up? Are there any side effects you need my help with.”

“Sammy the only help I need from you is you shutting up.”

“Dean, I deserve to know. I was - I was scared -”

Dean’s voice fades and another replaces his, much deeper, rougher, and more in control of itself. “Allow me to explain, Sam,” Castiel says, “it all started when I received a call from Rowena...”

Castiel parked in the lot, watching the Impala roar out and into the street. He drove at least double the speed limit and through many stop signs and lights only to be ditched at the last second. It didn’t sit right with him, as well as the many text messages from Dean left unanswered. As did Sam. Calling them proved fruitless as it went to voicemail. So changing tactics he tried for the person who sent him running towards the Winchesters.

“Rowena told me you needed my help in a case,” he said, “that Dean had been cursed and you were on your way to meet her.”

“Not that I knew I was...” he mumbled glaring at Rowena.

“I also told him to go look over your brother,” she tutted, “I made sure he wasn’t alone during such a scary predicament!”

“That you put him in!”

“Semantics mean nothing to me.”

“She also gave me the strangest set of instructions,” Castiel continued, “that whatever I do I shouldn’t kiss Dean.”

Sam nearly dropped his phone. “What?” he asked, “Why would you tell him that?”

Rowena smirked around her fork, slowly pulling it from between her lips. “Reverse psychology, Samuel.”

“What?”

“I must admit I didn’t understand it myself, at the time,” Castiel said, “But when I found Dean he... it was all I could think about, I guess. He looked so peaceful...”

His brother’s familiar chuckle filled his ears. “I’m irresistible.”

Sam scrunched his brows together. “Did you put me on speaker?”

“Yeah, so Cas can keep his hands free.”

He almost asks why he would need them free only for a mental image to answer for him. Sam chokes on his tongue and splutters. “Are you two fooling around while I’m talking to you?”

“Cas is making sure I’m curse free,” Dean scoffs, “he’s very thorough.”

“Yes, Sam,” the other man agrees, “Who knows how much of this curse is still in your brother. I doubt only one kiss was enough...”

Sam drags a hand down his face, shuddering. His eyes rise to meet the amused twinkle shining in Rowena’s gaze. He squints at her. “Did you know this would happen?”

She sighs, pushing her finished plate away. “Of course I did, Samuel. I wouldn’t curse your brother if there wasn’t a way to break it... anymore. Consider this a favor for all the times you helped me get out of messes that I made for myself.”

He nearly chews her out again, only stopped by the soft sighing from his phone. Dean and Castiel must have forgotten they were on the phone and were mumbling to each other. Simple declarations of their love and how long they’ve wanted this to happen. It douses all the fire within Sam and cools any lingering annoyance with Rowena’s actions. He hits the end button and lays his phone on the table.

“So how good is that apple pie?”

[displacedprincess]

Willpower || Elena & The Gargoyles

@carvedfromlivingstone

Backdated: January 19th

Summary: The gargoyles smell a change in Elena’s hormones, Elena weaponizes a loaf of bread and calls bullshit.

ELENA

“Felipe! Raf!” Elena called out, practically kicking the door open to Goliath’s. “Where are you bitches at? I’m gonna fight you!”

This, of course, was said in the same playful tone she used when she threatened to kick Naomi, Isa, or even Goliath’s ass. No asses would actually be kicked, however, her little gargoyle brothers absolutely owed her five quid or a Chippamunka’s milkshake each. 

“I told you that guy Maru was crushing on was gay!” Elena exclaimed, doing a little happy dance. “As a bisexual, my queerdar is spot on. I have been deciphering the sexuality of humans a lot longer than you kids have. You’re welcome.”

GOLIATH

As all of the gargoyles were currently in the kitchen, none of them saw her come in. They all certainly heard her, and Goliath simply grinned as Raf and Felipe both groaned. 

“Bite me, princess, we already agreed he was probably gay,” Felipe yelled back, grabbing an orange slice and preparing to throw it at the older girl when she came around the corner. Cesar reached over and snatched it up first, tossing it in his mouth while giving the younger gargoyle a look that said ‘Don’t you dare’.

“But that’s good to have it confirmed, right Maru?” Raf said. Ever the peacekeeper, that one. Maru, of course, had his face practically glued to the screen of his laptop and had missed all of this.

“You’re just in time, joya,” Goliath called out. “Lunch is almost ready.” He gave her a smile as his daughter stepped into the room, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of her head in greeting.

He stopped midkiss, eyebrows furrowed.

Wait. He couldn’t possibly- she wasn’t- was his nose on the fritz? Was this a side effect of aging?

Cesar had caught his bewildered look and Goliath motioned down to Elena with his eyes. ‘Smell her’ he mouthed. It’d be good to have confirmation.

“Oi, no greeting for me?” Cesar grumped while giving Goliath a subtle nod.

ELENA

Elena grinned at the gargoyle she now affectionately (teasingly) called abuelito when he was acting particularly like an old man, and launched herself at him. “I could never leave you out, Cesar!”

The princess was, of course, oblivious to the eye conversation going on about her. 

“Papá, what’s for lunch?” She asked as she pulled away from Cesar. 

GOLIATH

With her attention diverted, Cesar sniffed at the princess’s hair and gave Goliath a similar wide-eyed look to the one he’d been wearing not a moment before. Shit. It wasn’t just him.

Felipe had picked up on the two elder gargoyles eyeing each other and gave them both a questioning look. Cesar dismissed him with a wave of his hand while Goliath kept Elena distracted.

“Aggressively Scottish food, I promise you’ll hate it,” he joked. Just act like everything was normal, Goliath. Be cool.

“Princess, come sit by me and we can throw stuff at Maru until he looks up and you can tell him about his crush,” Felipe ordered, pulling out the bar stool for her and ignoring Cesar and Goliath’s glares. When Elena got close, he ruffled her hair up just enough to be annoying and so he could smell her over the cooking food without getting too close. 

His eyes also flew open and he looked back at Goliath and Cesar, mouth falling open. They silently told him to shut his trap.

ELENA

“Ooh, sounds fun! I never realized how fun having three little brothers would be.” God, fucking with the boy’s was the best. Thinking nothing of Felipe’s request, she sat next to him and began to peel an orange to throw slices at Maru. 

She shot Felipe a glare as he messed up her hair, only half as annoyed as she looked, then tossed a slice into her mouth. Only to immediately spit it out. 

“Ick! Aw, man! Every orange I try to eat lately is nasty.”

GOLIATH

"Just recently, huh?" Felipe asked, and Cesar kicked him under the table hard enough that the younger gargoyle went stiff to try and keep in his yelp of pain.

Raf had seen all of this go down, and while the curiosity was killing him, he didn't want to get too into Elena's space. While Elena was distracted with trying to distract Maru, Raf looked at Goliath meaningfully and pointed to Elena under the table before gesturing with his open hands. The universal sign for 'What's wrong with Elena?'

Goliath turned so his back was to Elena and his side was just in view of Raf, appearing to be checking on the food cooking away. But instead he was tapping a hand against his lower stomach with wide eyes. Raf's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She's…. Hungry?

ELENA

“Moon Market must not be able to get good batches in right now.” Elena added, pouting. She did so love oranges.

Not to be dissuaded from distracting Maru, however, Elena quickly stood up and scurried over to him. She threw her arm around his shoulder and put on the greatest show of her life. 

She gasped, horrified, and pointed to his screen. “Maru! I am scandalized. I’ve been in a German dungeon, and that is not what they look like.”

GOLIATH

Maru had actually been working on a program he'd been tinkering with. It wasn't much, but he was hoping to set up something that could be used to keep the remaining gargoyle clans around the world in contact so long as they had access to the internet (and these days, who didn't?). He had not been paying attention to the silent conversations going on around him, to the rest of clan bouncing Elena around like a scented teddy bear.

He was not aware there was anything to hide.

Which was why when she shocked him out of his trance and he took a sharp breath to snap at her for being a brat, he stopped, sniffed again, and said blunty "Why do you smell pregnant?"

"Elena's pregnant!?" Raf gasped as Felipe and Cesar both smacked their foreheads with their open palms. Goliath looked like he wanted to dangle Maru and Raf both off his roof by their ankles. While the sun was up.

ELENA

Maru’s quip shocked Elena into genuinely gasping, dumbstruck at the notion that she would ever be-- 

“Oye pendejo!” She shouted, picked up a loaf of bread in its little bread plastic and, wielding it like a club, smacked him with it repeatedly.  “I’m going! To kick! Your ass! If you ever! Spread some bullshit like that around! Understand!?”

She beat him a few more times with the bread for good measure before tossing it in Felipe’s general direction. “Goliath, you need to buy bread.”

GOLIATH

Well, life with Elena was certainly never boring. She even managed to catch Cesar and Goliath off-guard, and that was nearly impossible.

"Oi- hey!" Maru yelled, ducking and covering his head. "Stop hitting me you crazy princess!" he barked in Gaelic, wishing more than ever he had his wings to protect him. Raf was the one who rushed around to stop her, grabbing her hands and gently pulling her away. He was the last one to get a sniff of her, and he could recognize the weird smell of a woman who's hormones were all over the place. There had been enough human women at the castle when he was growing up that even he could recognize the smell.

He looked at Goliath, panicked, which was when their dad finally stepped in. "Don't beat your brother with a loaf of bread, Elena," he said, though his voice was a little too soft to be properly scolding. "What Maru means is your scent is… different."

ELENA

Elena was not finished with Maru, oh-ho-ho, no. For saying something as idiotic as why do you smell pregnant, Maru deserved a proper ass beating. How can he say that!? After the pregnancy scare she had while Mateo was in the underworld that she never told anybody but Naomi and Goliath and Mateo about, that Maru’s ignorance of if entirely his own fault, that he should definitely know about despite Elena never telling him, how could he say that?

“Let me at him before I bite your hands off, Rafinha!” Elena growled in very colloquial Avaloran Portunhol, reverting to her truest native tongue in her rage.

At Goliath speaking up, Elena stopped struggling against Raf and looked over her shoulder at Goliath. “Previously unsaid sentences in human history.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring hard at Maru before she turned to properly face the rest of the clan, rolling her eyes. Pregnant. Seriously, Maru? 

“Yeah, well, that’s not a very funny joke. Especially after Halloween before last.”

GOLIATH

“What happened the Halloween befo-” Felipe started, but Goliath silenced him with a wave of his hand. He did know what had happened, and knew how frighted Elena had been. 

This was… not going to be a fun week for anyone.

“Mija,” he said gently, taking one of her hands from where they were crossed together and holding it in both of his own. “I think we need to see your doctor.”

Six out of six gargoyles agreeing was all the confirmation Goliath needed, but Elena needed a human doctor as well.

ELENA

Elena was not pregnant. She refused to be pregnant, and therefore she wasn’t. The great pregnancy scare of 2018 took any last shred of ‘I will tolerate pregnancy’ out of her. So, no. Her fatigue, nausea, and super light periods that were absolutely periods and not spotting, did not mean she was pregnant. Because she couldn’t be pregnant. Because she refused to be. Therefore, she wasn’t.

She stared at Goliath with a look of betrayal, because how dare he entertain that she would possibly be- and she just stared at him for a long moment before she shook her head and laughed.

“Gargoyles have a crazy sense of humor, this really isn’t funny. No, nope, I’m not. I’m not pregnant, I’m on birth control.” That she doesn’t ever remember to take. “And Mateo uses condoms.” Usually.

“I’m not stupid.” Elena insisted. “I’m not stupid.”

GOLIATH

No, she wasn’t. But she was pregnant.

Felipe opened his mouth, but this time it was Cesar who glared him quiet. Unfortunately, Maru was out of range. “Six gargoyles smell baby on you, yes you are,” he said, still annoyed to have had his work interrupted. Raf leaned over and punched him - hard - in the shoulder. “What the hell-christ!?”

“He means pregnant, not stupid, by the way,” Raf added, trying to help and failing. “You’re not stupid.”

The look Goliath gave them all was unimpressed to the highest degree. “Okay, none of you are allowed to talk anymore,” he told them as he gently ushered Elena to the living room, away from the rest of their tactless family. He sat on the couch and nudged Elena down next to him.

“I wouldn’t joke about this,” he said softly.

ELENA

Elena sat next to him only because she was twenty-five years old, which was far too old to petulantly refuse. One could also say it is too old to beat your brother with a loaf of bread, but Maru had had it coming.

She shook her head, she’d deny this even if it killed her. “I’m not pregnant, I can’t be. I refuse to be, and if my body betrays me like that right now I’ll - well, I can’t death threat my own body, can I? The same energy remains though.”

She pulled her legs up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her knees. 

“I don’t want to be pregnant, so I’m not.”

GOLIATH

That’s really not how it worked.

Goliath could only exhale long and slow through his nose, rubbing Elena’s back gently. “Then go to the doctor and prove us wrong,” he offered. “I’ll go with you and you can rub it in my face immediately if you’re right.”

If Goliath was right - and he was - then he’d be on hand to comfort his daughter. 

ELENA

Elena really didn’t see why they were sooooooo sure she was pregnant. Like...she was a human! Maybe they got the scent markers all mixed up because they’re different species. 

Yes, yes that was it. 

But you know what, fine. She’d humor her old man and the rest of the gargoyle clan, and go to the doctor. And prove them wrong. 

“Fine.” Elena held up her hands in surrender. “It’s okay, I can go by myself. If I’m pregnant — which I’m not — you don’t want to be the person who came with me to find out.”

She checked her Apple Watch and sighed. “If I leave now I’ll have time.”

GOLIATH

Actually, he did want to be there, because he knew Elena’s reaction wouldn’t be a calm one, but he also wouldn’t pressure her. Instead, he leaned in to kiss her forehead and stroke back her hair. “That’s my girl,” he said warmly. “I’ll pack some food for you to eat on the way. And text me later, alright? I’d say call, but I’m probably going to be busy kicking some sense into your brothers so I may not reply.”

(If Goliath heard a hissed ‘Shit’ and three sets of footsteps bolting out the kitchen door as softly as possible while Cesar snerked, then he didn’t point it out.)

ELENA

She nodded, now a little concerned that maybe Goliath was right. Wait, what? No, don’t think like that Elena. Will it away, will it away. 

“Yeah, I’ll— I’ll text you when I get the good news.” That she’s not! Pregnant! That her uterus is STILL not on the market!

Elena stood up and before Goliath did, turned on her heel to kiss him on the cheek. “Te quiero, Papá.”

[orcinus-ocean]

Pit Bulls Unleashed: My dissection (part 1)

So, I said I was going to tear this documentary apart, and now I’ve finally got the time to do it. I quit watching after less than 15 minutes the first time because I thought “I need to make a review and write it as I watch”. So here you go.

(After a while I realized I would have to split it into several parts, because it’s already getting too long and no one would read any longer than this.)

Disclaimer about sensitivity: This film deals with the very real tragedy of a child being violently killed, and the trauma the babysitter suffered. I in no way wish to be disrespectful to this. I am not a parent myself, I have no idea what it’s like to lose a child, let alone in such a brutal way, and I have never been present for a brutal attack or death. That however, does not mean people in shock and grief know what they are talking about, and if I hear them saying false, misleading or ridiculous things, I will correct it, but that is all in the interest of getting to honesty and truth, not dancing on a poor child’s grave or their grief. So I don’t need comments telling me how insensitive I am.

The film opens with a real emergency call of a woman screaming about two pit bulls attacking a child, cuts to footage with blood in the snow, then cuts to the same woman saying to the camera that she would "never have imagined in a million years that my dog - my PET - would attack me, and kill a child".

It cuts to the child's father graphically describing the sight of his son after the attack, with a picture of the toddler before it happened.

Overall, with the choice of clips and music, I get a very “modern sensationalist drama-docu feel”, similar to Blackfish and Fatal Attractions.

The first scene depicts about 30 dogs (a dozen of which being "pit bull type dogs") from a shelter in California being welcomed in Calgary. The organizer of this move explains they are taking in dogs on “death row”, that no one has so far shown interest in adopting, and if they didn’t take them, the dogs would be dead. (Then the narrator says these airlifts are done by an “animal rights group” - I think he’s a bit confused about what that term means.)

It cuts to a promotion video showing the pit bull as a perfect family pet, as well as celebrities owning and promoting pit bulls, including Cesar Millan explaining how he raised his kids around pit bulls, and that he hasn’t had a negative story with them.

It then cuts back to the woman in the intro, Susan, saying she used to watch Dog Whisperer before getting "the puppies", and that the show and number of celebrities getting pit bulls was important in convincing her that the dogs were safe.

This is warning sign number #1 to me. They thought the breed must be fine, because "X celebrity has them". I've watched most Dog Whisperer episodes, and in every single one it says "don't try this at home", but I also know how much the average Joe doesn't understand at all what's going on in the show, and so they think they can deal with a dog and be more likely to end up being Mr Millan 2, than one of the horrible cases he deals with (and typically, the cases he works with did watch his show, they just didn’t get the message at all or misinterpreted it horribly).

I may be reading too much into it, but it feels like she’s blaming Cesar for her failure. Meanwhile, he has a vast pack of dogs, maybe half of them pit bulls, often with bad stories, and they never attack each other or a human. He said the breed is fine, he never said every single person can own them. He even lists them among what he calls the “powerful breeds” frequently.

It then cuts to big warning sign #2 for me, as the narrators say how Susan and her boyfriend “adopted two puppies” crossed between pit bull and staffordshire terrier. I couldn’t believe it when I first watched and I hope it’s taken out of context, because it shows puppies maybe 3, 4 weeks old in her arms, and being fed milk in a bowl.

Again, I hope this is out of context and it doesn’t mean that a person with perhaps no dog experience took in these young puppies without a mother, but what’s certain is they took two littermates (or puppies the same age), and raised them together.

That is a horrible idea, as everyone with dog experience knows. You never buy two puppies at once, because you can’t influence them as well as if you had them one-on-one, or only with older dogs. And if she really did take them at barely a month old, that is another huge alarm bell going off.

An animal taken prematurely from its mother will not be as mentally sound as if it had a mother. A human can never do the job as well as a mother of their own species. Let alone a human that perhaps never owned dogs before.

I’m already not surprised it went the way it did. And of course she’ll blame the dogs.

She goes on about how the dogs were trained, socialized with other dogs, how friends’ kids would come over, and that the dogs were loved. I don’t doubt this at all. But this is the common error people make - they think that in order for a dog to attack, they must be abused. So in her mind (perhaps), if the dogs weren’t abused, and they did attack, it must be the breed’s fault.

This is entirely false. All it takes is an owner who misunderstands and disrespects the animal’s nature, and with her ignorance displayed so far, that’s pretty obvious to me.

She sounds exasperated at the fact that the dogs were cuddling with her in her bed “that morning”, and it again cuts to the image of the toddler boy, Dax.

The narrator explains how, on the morning of March 6th, 2013, Susan was babysitting Dax as she had many times before, and it cuts to his dad, Jeff, describing his boy. The narrator then explains how that morning, Susan let the dogs out while holding Dax, and that within seconds, the dogs went “from pets to predators”.

"They just kept coming at us, and Dax... they pulled him out of my arms, and...“

I wasn’t there, no one but her was there, to my knowledge there is no footage of the event, but what I can guess at is that the two dogs - brought up together as puppies by an inexperienced owner, perhaps allowed to jump and lick and play very “rambuctiously”, because she thought they were “perfectly safe” (no dog is “perfectly safe”, unless it’s a 15 year old Chihuahua with no teeth), were running around, playing, engaging in normal predator-play fight behavior between each other.

Then they went over to Susan and Dax, and started jumping on her in a “playful” manner, and she held Dax back (again, this is all speculation), something people almost always do when holding a child and dogs interfere.

What happens then is as you move the child (same if you’re holding an object, like food), it becomes a target. As it moves away, the dogs want to follow, and have it more. Then the two of them would have been jumping on her, still in predator-play/fight mode, and it switched very quickly from play to reality, to adult predator mode.

I said it the other day in the other post, I’ll say it again, because people need to get it - dogs are not rational.

DOGS. ARE. NOT. FURRY. HUMANS.

In 2012, a case happened in Sweden that could have led to a death, but didn’t. Two Alaskan malamutes were out running in the forest, far away from their (irresponsible) owner. The dogs came upon a few women riding horses, and so chased the horses (prey animal). The horses bolted, and eventually, one of the riders jumped off as she could not control her horse, and the dogs proceeded to savage her.

She survived, but both dogs were killed. The owner faced no charges. Of course. It’s what always often happens. I was enormously frustrated at this, becuase most likely, there was nothing wrong with the dogs. Nothing at all.

They were just predators (malamutes have this stronger than many other breeds, and they are very large and powerful, but all dogs have it to some extent) running together in the forest (pack behavior, egging each other on to a state neither dog could have been on their own), they found large prey animals, they chased the prey animals, all these hormones would be coursing through their systems, preparing them for “the kill”, and then a human fell to the ground.

At that point, all rationality, all the years they’ve spent being loved by humans and perhaps never showing aggression even once, go out the window. The human is now just a piece of meat on the ground, a prey that has fallen. The dogs might have been completely normal, they just ended up in the wrong situation, because of a stupid, reckless owner, who went unpunished and could then go and just buy another two large, powerful dogs and set them loose in the forest and the same thing would happen again.

(Also in Sweden at the time, debates emerged about “Is the Alaskan malamute a dangerous breed?” Because apparently, there are “dangerous breeds”, and there are “safe breeds“, but that’s for later.)

Fredrik Steen, Sweden’s #1 “dog expert” said the following (translated by me): “We [in Sweden] romanticize dogs way too much. We forget that we’re dealing with predators, we don’t understand that basically all dogs are fully capable of doing this.”

Back to the film.

It cuts back to the original emergency call, with Susan screaming hysterically and crying for an ambulance.

Jeff explains how he was notified that Dax had been "bitten" and was taken to the hospital, and he thought "it's a dog bite, I was bitten by dogs before, how bad could it be?"

He describes that as he arrived at the hospital, he saw Dax being given CPR, and how his face was “just gone, from here - down, was just mangled”, and “there was blood everywhere”. The doctors could not save him.

I am making my own records from the list of “fatal dog attacks in the United States” on Wikipedia, and by March 6th, 2013, I find this, with more details of the attack than in the film:

When babysitter, baby in her arms she went out into her backyard let her two 45 lb. , they became "nippy", jumping up at the pair, so she batted them off. The dogs then attacked, and bit & scratched her, shredding her clothing and knocking her down, causing the boy to hit the ground, whereupon the dogs attacked him. The babysitter tried unsuccessfully to stop the attack, and redirect the dogs' attack onto her.

So I was right in my speculation that the dogs started by jumping and switched from previous play behavior to predatory behavior.

A neighbor heard screams but did nothing as he thought it was kids having a snowfight. She got the child away from the dogs and called 911 but left the baby unattended & totally naked on a cold hardwood floor. The boy was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and by helicopter from the hospital to a medical center later that day, where he was pronounced dead of dog attack. Before the attack, the veterinarian center where they had been spayed, neutered, and otherwise cared for had not seen them as dangerous, but one was described as "standoffish" while at the facility. The owner said she had got the three-year-old dogs as puppies and that they had never shown signs of aggression. After the attack, the dogs were euthanized and tested negative for rabies, and the authorities decided not to press charges against the babysitter.

They decided it was not her fault at all, while I often see these cases (again, in the list of cases in America) ending up charging the owners for “criminally negligent manslaughter” or similar things.

She went off completely free, despite it being her dogs, her responsibility, and she put the child in this situation. Maybe the dogs needed to be killed, I don’t know, but I think it’s a disgusting tendency (also seen in said list), where dogs are killed immediately, with no evaluation, but the owner goes free without any charges.

And as for what the film does, this is a very common tactic. A film brings up a highly emotional, devastating anecdote, and tries to use it as their #1 argument. And the thing is that it works, because humans are emotional beings. We’re not as irrational as dogs, but we’re still mainly guided by emotion.

If the film instead had said “in the years 2000-2015, X number of children were killed by pit bulls”, it wouldn’t at all have had the same effect as this one case did, showing it in such detail, talking about the boy’s personality and showing his pictures and footage. Documentaries on pit bull and “dangerous dogs” almost always do this.

While of course the long list of cases where labs and huskies (or other “non-controversial” breeds) kill children, are completely irrelevant. If they had made a documentary about “killer labs”, and brought up one of these cases in the same way, it probably wouldn’t have had the same effect, because the cultural narrative is that “pit bull = baby eating devil dog”.

The film explains the same thing, how Susan was found “not to be at fault”, and Jeff goes on to say how she didn’t do anything wrong, because “she didn’t abuse ‘em, the dogs were in good health”. This again. I’m finding it very difficult to be respectful right now, because grief doesn’t excuse you saying ridiculous, damaging things on TV.

I’ll repeat myself: You do not need to abuse, starve, beat or train a dog to fight in order for it to attack someone. Doesn’t matter if it’s a pit bull or another breed. All it takes is an owner disrespecting the predatory nature of dogs and being the type of person who would say “I would never in a million years have imagined this!”

If you say that, you are the problem, not the dog. However, pit bulls are large, powerful terriers with a very intact killing instinct towards other animals, and it makes it even more important that they aren’t placed with these idiot owners who think dogs are just living teddy bears/furbabies.

“They were good-natured dogs until the day they weren’t” Jeff says - spoken as a true ignorant person who doesn’t understand animal behavior.

Susan then says "Who wants to admit for even a second that their family pet could kill one of their family members?"

I do. No hesitation.

^ See this guy? This is my dog. Eight and a half year old Mallorcan bulldog, distant cousin to other bulldogs and mastiffs. People who see him would think he’s a pit x rottie mix. He’s bigger than a retriever, and a very serious guard dog. I raised him from a puppy, my first own puppy.

I trained bite inhibition with him from the start. He never bit a human in aggression, in fact after about 10-12 months of age, he never bit me even in play, unless I simply got in the way when he was chewing a stick or something. My mistake, not his. He knows not to ever bite people.

I trust him with my life, as a highly loyal guard dog, who loves us and takes his job very seriously. Does that mean I think he’s a “human”, my “furbaby” and that he could never act irrationally, or out of character? Absolutely not.

When he was living with my man and his family for a while, my sister-in-law had a baby. I told my man to not let Wikus (the dog) in the room with the baby for any reason. I don’t mean “unsupervised”, I mean at all.

He was six years old then, never showed aggression to a child in his life, in fact he lets neighborhood kids hug and pet him, under my strict supervision, and has been around my sister’s young kids, just calmly ignoring them. I trust him with me. I didn’t trust the people he was with, including my dear man, to read him right and be able to predict the situation. Wikus was fine with kids, but he had never seen a baby before, and I wasn’t there to judge the situation. (Also, Wikus was not himself while living there and started attacking cats, after years of being completely fine with cats when with me.)

I’m not going to be so stupid as to think “he’s a nice dog!” and leave it at that. Or feel a need to “prove” how “sweet” he is and let him nuzzle the baby.

So what do I do, briefly, do make sure my dog doesn’t hurt anyone?

It sounds nebulous and abstract, but I “respect him as a dog”. I realize he’s a 70 pound case of muscles and teeth, and could do terrible damage in the right (wrong) circumstances. I realize he has strong protective instincts of the pack and territory, and though he has never shown predatory behavior, he still has the wild dog or wolf inside, buried very deep down.

I obedience- and recall-train. I only have him loose when other people and dogs aren’t around.

If I thought he was dangerous, as a dog that might actually go after another animal or person (and you need to know this about your dog), I wouldn’t have him loose in an unfenced area at all. (This might sound confusing. If I thought he had a 1% chance of attacking someone, I wouldn’t have him off leash. I don’t think there’s a 0.1% chance even, but it still exists in all dogs. Not all dogs are equally dangerous, but the risk is never exactly zero.)

I made sure to socialize him with kids as a puppy, but in later years I’ve sometimes said no to kids asking to pet him, because while I can account for my dog, I can’t account for their behavior, and kids often don’t listen.

I do play tug-o-war with him, especially when he was younger, but it was always strictly structured and I needed him to have an “off-button”. As soon as I say stop, he stops, as soon as I tell him to let go (of the rope or stick), he lets go. If he has an object he wants (anything), he drops it when I ask him to.

Structure the walk. People let their dogs leave the house when over-excited, and that’s the mindset that sets up the rest of the walk.

Build a working relationship with the dog, beyond “he’s my baby and I luv him and he’s so sweet and would never hurt a living soul”, because you don’t know that.

Susan continues; “Who wants to for a single second think that that's possible? Think that that could be a reality? I know I certainly didn't. I never would have imagined in a million years before this that my dog, my pet, would attack me, and kill a child.”

I hate to say it, but she is exactly what is wrong with this breed. People who are this ignorant, this naive, and this careless. And then either they or other people go on to blame the breed.

Years ago on a dog forum, I saw someone say, and this may seem ridiculous to some, but I like it: “Better to think you have a lion on the leash and act accordingly, than to think you have a lamb.”

That is exactly what a lot of dog owners think, perhaps especially pit bull owners. They need to prove to the world that their dog is actually a lamb, and when this woman failed, she blamed the breed, she blamed people like Cesar Millan for speaking highly of the breed, she blamed everyone but herself, because it couldn’t possibly be her mistake!

I often hear the same from people campaigning against exotic pets. They’re a failed owner, and so the animal must be banned. “If I couldn’t do it, and I’m so awesome, then obviously everyone must be at least as crap as I was!” Extremely arrogant and naive.

Listen, mistakes happen. Sometimes tragic, fatal mistakes. I don’t want hate on her, I don’t want her thrown in jail, but I want her and others like her to take some responsibility. Because if they refuse to admit their own mistake, they are doomed to repeat it.

You can never make sure something like this attack never happens again, you can’t insure the world against mistakes and human error, but you can take actions to prevent a lot of them. And the first part of that is educating yourself.

Don’t be like these people.

Part 2

Part 3

[megaera-of-pigeon]

“Steal the sword, Louie says.” Yvette muttered under her breath as she trudged through the frigid snowy tundra. “That’s our only path to victory, Louie says. Sure, but what he doesn’t bother to mention is that the sword has a mind of its own, and will take everything I say literally, and can also teleport!”

“It also has ears,” the sword supplied helpfully from where it hung at Yvette’s waist. “Well. Metaphorically, at the moment. Rest assured, darling, I can hear everything you’re saying about me. I’m an intelligent being, the least you could do is address me directly when you complain about me!”

Yvette groaned. She’d glare at it to express her displeasure, but she felt a little strange giving an inanimate object the evil eye... or rather what, what should be an inanimate object.

“How did I work for Nidhogg for so long without realizing he has a talking sword?” She grumbled as she pulled her cloak more tightly around her shoulders and tried not to let her teeth chatter. “You were in his office! I saw you every day, and didn’t hear a single peep! I even polished you once!”

“He commanded me not to talk while we were undercover,” the sword said, and somehow it managed to sound pouty. “It was no fun at all to sit in that little display case, day in, day out—we were supposed to be partners, but he treated me like a decoration! Me, Dark Verdict, the Sword of Midnight, forged of Kindred Tears and Elven Blood, turned into a knick knack! You know I was thrilled when King Cesare transferred me to him, thinking that I was finally going to be doing something interesting, but no! Apparently there’s something called the ‘Blood Curse’ now that means he didn’t want to stab everyone? So strange, you humans. Cursing your own blood like that!”

Yvette shook her head. She now had several questions for the sword, both about it and about Nidhogg, but the biting Northern wind was starting to cut through her clothing, and her trudging through the snow was seemingly leading to nowhere. “So, uh.... Dark Verdict, where exactly did you take us? Are we by a town, or even somebody’s house?”

“We are ‘away’,” the sword said. “That’s all you asked for. If you wanted to be by other humans, you should have been more specific.”

Yvette gritted her teeth. “I wasn’t talking to you though, I was using my comm device to—never mind. If I ask again, would you take me to the Nameless Knight headquarters?”

“I won’t,” the sword responded cheerfully. “Not because I wouldn’t want to, but because I’m too tired. It takes a lot of energy to teleport my wielder, and since I’ve hardly killed anyone since being awoken, it takes me a long time to recuperate.”

Yvette groaned. “So thanks to your ‘help’, I’m going to freeze to death?” So much for her grand redemption in the eyes of the light... her first big mission was going to end with her becoming a human icicle! At least Nidhogg would have to do without his magic taking sword from now on... Louie and Agata would have to take it from there, she supposed.

“You’re worried about the cold? If that’s all, I can help with that!” A dark cloud of mist began to flow out of the hilt of the sword. Yvette had to stifle a shriek as a moment later, a woman stepped out of the cloud.

She was.... tall. And intimidating. And beautiful. She had long, flowing salt white hair and sharp blue eyes that were almost glowing. She was dressed in a black and gold Northern Army-style uniform, and had two long swords made of a strange dark metal hanging from her waist.

“Um. Who are you?” Yvette asked, although she was sure this was something else to do with the damn sword.

The woman tilted her head. “I’m Dark Verdict; this is my flesh form. What, did you suppose one of the greatest weapons in all of Miraland would be limited to a single physical existence?”

Yvette blinked a few times and shook her head. “Silly me,” she muttered while mentally cursing Louie for what she was beginning to realize was a woefully inadequate intelligence briefing. “So, you’re a sword, and also a woman. Fine. How does this help me?”

The woman smirked as she shrugged off her long back coat and swung it around in one fluid motion, stepping forward so she could drape the fabric around Yvette’s shoulders. “You are affected by the cold, while I am not, therefore I will allow you to borrow my coat,” Dark Verdict proclaimed gallantly.

The black coat was surprisingly warm for something that hadn’t exactly existed a minute prior. Yvette would have usually felt a little awkward about letting a near stranger give her their coat, but it was freezing enough that she didn’t currently give a damn about normal social conventions.

“Thanks,” she muttered as she quickly stuck her hands outside of the shelter of her own sleeves so she could shift Dark Verdict’s coat to be more effective cover. “This is good. But it doesn’t solve the problem of us being stranded in the wilderness with no way back to civilization. What am I supposed to do when night falls? I’ll still be exposed out here in the freezing cold!”

Dark Verdict pursed her lips and ran a hand over her chin before snapping her fingers and grinning. “I shall start a fire for you! I’m a magic sword, it won’t be that hard.”

Yvette sighed. “And what about shelter?”

The woman only smiled and shook her head. “I shall guide you to shelter. Don’t fret, darling; as long as you carry that sword, I am your devoted servant. Command me as you will, and if it be in my power, I shall do it.”

Yvette bit her lip. Just doing whatever her wielder told her to do? That sure sounded like a shitty, limited existence for a powerful, magical being. But again, now was not the time to worry about that. Maybe she’d have Dark Verdict find her shelter first, and discuss the concept of agency and self determination with her later...

“So... find me shelter, then?”

Dark Verdict’s blue eyes glowed as she grinned, looking more inhuman than she had since she’d materialized. The air around the two of them prickled with an odd energy that made the hair on the back of Yvette’s neck rise up, and Yvette wondered just how little she understood about this magnificent person that had been Nidhogg’s tool. “Your wish is my command, daring. Just until you loose track of that sword, that is.”

[dicnysiac-blog]

miss honey. miss honey ? miss honey ! oh my fucking god, she fucking dead—because its five in the morning and i am ( hopefully ) dead asleep. but that’s not gonna stop me ! cesar’s full bio can be found HERE, but peep under the cut for the sparknotes version and a couple of wanted connections.

oh my gosh, is that CESAR REYES ? oh yeah ! i heard they identify as CIS MALE and are sometimes called the MATERIALISTIC, but i could have sworn he was DIEGO TINOCO. they’re TWENTY ONE and a JUNIOR who studies BUSINESS too, right ? word on the block is that he is pretty BOLD, AFFLUENT, CHARMING, & HONEST … but i also heard they are also GLUTTONOUS, EGOTISTICAL, RECKLESS, & PREDICTABLE. almost like BRANDON GALLOWAY, yeah ? they remind me a lot of STACKS OF MONEY, EXPENSIVE COLOGNE, THE SMELL OF A NEW CAR, & HICKEYS. do you think they could have been the culprit ? rumor has it that THEY DID IT TO IMPRESS SOMEONE THEY WANTED TO HOOK UP WITH.

ABOUT.

born and raised in leighton, baby ! probably lives in a huge ass mansion on the outskirts of town bc what’s the point of having money if you don’t spend it on prime real estate

his parents founded argentum automobiles, which is a luxury car company, and his dad is currently ceo. there was a brief period of time when his mom, before they had cesar, just ... fucked off and became a popular telenova actress in mexico, bc impulsivity is a family trait ig ? but then she got pregnant and decided to go back to business and is now cfo of the company. we stan a power couple

so yeah, ya boi grew up pretty damn comfortable, as rich people would say, but the trade off was that his parents were barely around. it wasn’t a ‘ i love my company more than my son ’ deal, like they genuinely loved cesar, but in a way the company was their first child so they’re kinda more invested, plus they justify their workaholic tendencies by saying they’re only working this hard to provide for cesar

but it’s not entirely a poor little rich boy story. is cesar a little emotionally stunted bc of the lack of attention from his parents ? yeah. but is he miserable and unhappy ? nah. like he’s bummed for sure, especially when he sees his peers’ close relationships with their parents, but he’s pretty indifferent to his parents’ absence for the most part bc it’s literally ... been like that his entire life. plus, as he grew older, he started to appreciate the sheer freedom he had to just do whatever the fuck he wanted

and he really did do whatever the fuck he wanted. who needs love when there’s money & sex ? that’s pretty much his life motto. you’d think his parents would be harder on him seeing as he’s the sole heir of the empire they built and all, but for all his shenanigans, cesar knows where to draw the line and the worst offence he’s committed is underage drinking probs, plus he keeps his grades up, so his parents are just like: whatever makes you happy, son !

he’s doing business at leighton bc it’s what his parents did, but if you think going to college would make cesar more mature ... ya wrong ! he’s still the same old ‘ i’m rich and i’m gonna do whatever—and whoever—the fuck i want ! ’ cesar that we know and love. wherever cesar goes, the party follows. he really just out there livin’ his best life

CONNECTIONS.

RIDE OR DIE ; ya boi’s got too many fake friends so gimme someone who would go to the ends of the earth for him, and for whom he would do the same

HOOK UPS ; this is ... self-explanatory, gimme all the different types of hook ups—was it a mutually beneficial fling ? did he love ‘em and leave ‘em ?

ENEMIES ; they probably hate him more than he hates them bc he thinks hating people is a waste of energy, but he’s also a petty bitch so like if they try him, he will bite back. bonus if there’s sexual tension thrown in bc ya girl does love a good hateship asdfhl

SQUAD ; i can’t believe i’m using that term in 2k19 but ... people who basically enable his ‘ live fast die young ’ lifestyle, not bc they’re shitty friends or anything, but just bc they’re all dumbasses who love chasing the thrill of instant gratification

RE: ROMANCE ; i don’t really have plans for cesar to be romantically involved with anyone, but i’m not opposed to it if it happens organically ! feel free to have crushes on him, although idky y’all would wanna do that bc it’ll probs be unrequited asdkfhl, but if  you guys are into pain and suffering ... sure, why not ?

if you’re reading this ... congratulations ! you’ve made it through my rambling and i love you ! i would love to plot with everyone, so like this post if it’s mutual. or even better, just hop right into my tumblr messages, or hmu on discord at 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤#9138 ! i’m probably asleep right now, but i promise i’ll reply as soon as i wake up.

[hollands-poppet]

WISE GUY PT 1/ MOB! TOM HOLLAND X READER

Summary: you’re studying abroad with school when you suddenly find yourself at the hands of one of London’s most powerful mobsters.

Word count: 2.3 K 💛

So I’ve actually been quite nervous to post this but so many amazing writers on here inspired me to start my own fic. I hope you guys truly enjoy this, I’m so excited to unfold the rest of the story for you guys. Also shout out to my best friend for helping me with this moodboard..💛

warnings: there is cussing but future parts will have tons of smut fluff angst death all that other good shit

“But [Y/N] this is the first night we actually have free..” I’m listening to my friend on speaker on my phone as I am pouring almond milk into my Special K cereal.

“Alex, I’m tired.. This studying abroad shit is harder than I thought. I don’t know how you guys even convinced me to study out here in London.” I grab my bowl of cereal, I walked from the kitchen to the living room. I plaster myself in the couch and pull up Stranger Things on our shitty TV. Our apartment was small but cozy, one bedroom. I slept on the couch.

“That is even more of a reason to go out dude, we didn’t come here to sit on our asses.” She says through the phone, I roll my eyes and let her blab on while I put her on mute. I zone out until I hear, “ [Y/N] ? [ Y/N] !?!” I quickly unmute her, “ Oh, uh yeahh..sure.” I hear her gasp, “Oh my god, you’re down!? Yaaass! Okay, I’m gonna pick up Cesar and we’ll head over to the apartment in a bit.” She hangs up before I could say even bye.

I wasn’t too sure what I had agreed on but I’m pretty sure I just said yes to going out. I put my feet on the table in front of me and press play on the current show. Drunk Nancy comes up on my screen, “We’re bull-shiitt..” The character Steve responds, “You don’t love me?” I scoff, I can’t believe he actually thought that Nancy was in love with him. We’d been out here for two weeks from LA, and I hadn’t met one anyone out here. Not that I was looking of course but I wanted to live out my fantasy of dating an English guy but that wasn’t happening.

It’s been about 20 minutes since I had gotten off the phone, and I hear the front door open and its Alex and Cesar, they’re laughing so loud I’m so eager to know what they’re laughing about. “Hey [Y/N]!” Cesar says as he drops his bag on the floor and takes a seat on the couch. Alex and Cesar were my best friends from school, I’ve known them since I was 16, I’m 22 now. We just happened to go to the same college, and they both convinced me to study out here for 2 months, I mean it was paid for by my scholarship so that was just another reason I came out here.

“Hey, what are you guys laughing at?” I ask as I take a sip of my water.

Alex and Cesar glance at each other before she answers, “Oh, just how you’re gonna die when we’re at that strip club tonight.” I cough and lightly spit up some of my drink, “Strip club?!” Alex plops herself in between Cesar and I, “And you can’t back out [Y/N]! You said you would come!” I bring myself to my knees on the couch, and before I speak I think to myself, “Shit, I can’t let her know I wasn’t listening..”

She puts her hands on my shoulders, “Besides, it’ll be funny dude! Getting a little strip tease from a girl and besides I read reviews about the club and it has good music.”

Wow, even a better reason to go I guess.. I just roll my eyes at her remark and sink into the couch. I don’t know what to expect later tonight.

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I really don’t know what to wear, I brought so much clothes but I swore I didn’t have anything for tonight. I looked through my luggage, and I remembered I had packed one dress that was meant for a “night out on the town.” Although when I packed it, I didn’t intend to wear it to a strip club, shaking my fucking head. Alex also told me to dress boujee, she said it was a hella fancy club so I guess the dress I had was perfect.

It was an long sleeve rose gold bodycon dress, with sequin detailing that really made the dress look expensive. It wasn’t but nobody had to know that. I sprayed glitter on my body, adding a nice glare to my skin. FUCK. I didn’t pack any heels, I ran to Alex’s luggage and pulled out a pair of nude heels, what a life saver. I curled my [Y/H/C] hair and did a really natural make-up look tonight. I highlighted my face to the gods, and threw on some falsies and a nude lip that really brought out my [Y/E/C] eyes.

Alex walked into the bathroom, and her draw dropped, “oh my god, you look expensive [Y/N]!”

I pop my hands into my hair creating more volume, “well you said to dress boujee Alex, I’m just trying to look the part!” I look back at her and she looks just as expensive as me, and knowing Alex she is probably wearing an expensive Chanel dress. We hear Cesar from the living room, “Let’s go before they play all the good music!!” I give Alex a quick hug and start to walk out of the restroom before she grabs my wrist, “are those my heels?”

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The fact that Alex even found this place on Yelp is weird because our taxi literally dropped us off at the most sketchiest place. It was literally an alley that was 30 minutes away from our apartment and the alley only had one light on and it felt like we were about to get mugged at any second. We followed the light that was centered in the alley and we saw a black door that read “knock twice.”

THIS WAS FUCKING SKETCHY.

“Well knock, this was your idea Einstein.” I push Alex forward as she knocks, she’s shaking. The door opens and a man in a suit opens it and immediately looks at us, “Password?”

Cesar and I turn to each other and our eyes widen, we were definitely not in the right location. Before any of us say anything, Alex responds “Wise Guy.”

The man nods his head and moves out of the way so that we enter. Alex steps in first and Cesar and I follow.

I catch up to her side and nudge her “What was that about? What password?” As we keep walking, cigarette smell hits my nose and it reeks of alcohol. She hangs on to Cesar’s arm and starts dancing while walking towards the inside of the club, I stop her before we pass into the next room.

“Alex! What’s going on? Why did he need a password?”

She turned and has a guilty smile, “Uh, I forgot to mention that… this is a strip club that…”

I shake my head waiting for more in her response.

She bites her lip, “It’s basically a place where mobsters hang out. No biggie [Y/N]”

My mouth drops, “Are you fucking kidding?!”

Cesar is starting to get anxious.

“They’re playing good music, can we go inside please?”he asks while tugging on Alex’s arm.

She adds, “Yeah, we’re never gonna see these people again [Y/N], so chill. You can take a taxi back if you want but it’s best if we stick together.” Cesar pulls her arm and they both head through the door without me. I could tell they were annoyed with me. Anyway, I was not walking in that alley alone, so I decided to walk up to the door and take a deep breath, not knowing what to expect to see when they open.

As I open the door, all I could think was that Alex was right.. the club looked totally boujee. Everyone except for the strippers looked like they had loads of cash. I see Alex and Cesar getting down on the dance floor. It’s not a big place, you can see everyone in there, I try not to make eye contact with anyone. I go straight to my friends who are dancing their lives away. I touch their shoulders, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” They nod, they don’t request anything, I have a feeling they’re butthurt because I was making such a big deal. Whatever. I start making my way towards the bar.

I’m inspecting the whole club while making my way to get a drink, the booths and tables were so extra, black leather and all. Each table had a strip pole, practically naked women are all pole dancing. I was surprised when I made it to the bar, it was pure marble, damn thank god I got dolled up today. I feel a hand grab my ass, and quickly remove the hand. I look to see a gentleman in about his late 40’s looking at my body so thirstily, he says “You’ve got a nice arse, sweetheart.”

I literally make a gagging face, “If you ever touch me again, I swear to God, I’ll punch you.”

He laughs in my face, the bartender sets his drinks down and he walks away.

The bartender throws his rag over his shoulder, “You sure are brave enough to be talking to the men in here like that.” I roll my eyes.

“Fuck that. There are a bunch of naked women in here and he has the audacity to grab my ass? No sir.” He laughs, and asks “What are you having sweetheart?” I start tapping my acrylic nails on the marble, and think for a second “Mmm, a tequila sunrise would be nice.”

He smiles, “You got it.” He walks away from me, and I decide to take a seat. I pull out my phone from my purse, and see a text from my mom “I miss you, hope you’re having a great time!” I smile, ahh how I missed that lady.

I’m start scrolling through instagram when I see a shot of vodka get set down in front of me. I’m confused, “I didn’t order that.” The bartender looks at me while still making my drink, “Ah, that shot was sent to you by that gentleman over there, at the VIP booth.”

I follow his pointed finger and find myself staring at the largest booth in the club. I see two gentlemen sitting watching me stare back at them.

In the distance, I can only make out a blonde with blue eyes. My vision is blurry, I have shitty eyesight, I forgot to get a new prescription in LA before heading to London. I squint my eyes, and see the other gentleman next to the blonde raise his glass at me, I look back and pick up my shot and raise it back at him. He nods slightly and drinks his shot, and I follow. I turn back to towards the bartender who sets down my drink in front of me, he looks at me worried, “Be careful with that one. He’s dangerous. I can tell you’re not from around here.” I take my drink, “What do you mean?” Before he could answer he is interrupted by a voice I don’t recognize.

“I couldn’t help but to notice you from across the bar darling.” My eyes widen and I turn my back to see a brunette with slicked back hair and his left eyebrow combed up. His suit is a dark burgundy, he’s so polished and I could smell his cologne. So hot. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles, he looks up at me and says “I seen how you handled that man who grabbed your arse..impressive.” I’m pretty sure I’m blushing.

I tug my hand away and set it back on my lap, “Well thank you. By the way, thanks for the drink.” I keep eye contact with him while my tequila sunrise finds its way to my mouth. He responds, “Why don’t you come join me and my mate Harrison at our table? I can buy you more of those drinks.” He smirks, waiting for my response, I pull away from my drink,“You can’t buy me sir, I can buy my own drinks, thank you very much.” I stand up and begin to walk away until I feel him grab my wrist, “I’m not trying to buy you darling, I just want to talk to you..”

Fuck, he was charming. I’ll give him that but the bartender literally just told me that he was dangerous. He brought my wrist up and hecradles my hand, both of his hands are holding it now while my left hand is holding my drink. I see Alex staring at me while she is dancing with Cesar, she mouths the words “GO WITH HIM!” I look back at him and smile. My first thought is what the bartender had said: 

 “Don’t go with him. He’s dangerous.” 

But then I start to think about what Alex said earlier,

 “You’re never going to see these people again.”

She was right, fuck it. I mean, I’m probably never going to talk to this guy ever again after tonight. I make eye contact with him, I pull my hand away from his and take the cherry out of my drink. I bite into the cherry and watch him smirk as he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip. I take another sip, “Fine, I’ll hang out with you at your table.” He grins, “Perfect,” he takes my hand again and puts it on his shoulder. 

He starts to lead the way back to his booth, the stranger turns around and the first thing I see are his lips “Sorry poppet, I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Tom. Tom Holland.”

Well that was super exciting, please leave me some feedback! The next part should be out in a couple of days! Much Love, -Amy 💛

PART 2