#jealous over an ex who's not really an ex him + the femme just fucked a few times!

[uninspiringdyke]

May we pretty please hear about your novel 👀👀👀

it's kind of exactly what it sounds like! the femme is a witch who finds herself in need of protection. she works with a lot of love magic, which puts herself in some sketchy situations. at the recommendation of her friend, she contacts a werewolf pack who owes her a favor.

there we find our butch. details about why she takes the job are fuzzy. but she welcomes the chance to what werewolves and other dogs have done for centuries.

it's not easy to keep the femme safe: she's stubborn, refuses to keep her mouth shut, and is unwilling to negotiate when she doesn't feel like it. it is easy, however, to fall in love & lust with her.

maybe the witch needs help with a love potion, or a libido enhancer, or someone to warm her feet as she tells fortunes for royals and other societal higher-ups. maybe her bed gets a little too cold in the winter, or the usual unhappy customers start sending threats that sound a little to believable.

[starlightsearches]

Truth Or Dare

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (WIP)

Here’s a little something I’ve been working on while trying to survive the last few days of school 😫

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖

Klitz x femme reader

Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual references

You’d never thought much about hell, but you have a sneaking suspicion it might look like a high school cafeteria.

Amber smirks from the other side of the table, sipping from her diet coke can through a straw as you stab half-heartedly at your wilty cobb salad. You can almost picture flames manifesting behind her.

If hell were in a high school, then she’d be sitting on the throne. 

“He’s looking at you again.”

The best response you can manage is an eye roll; there’s no need to ask who she’s talking about or wonder whether or not she’s lying. You’ve felt Luke’s eyes on you since the moment you sat down, fucking laser vision holes burned into your shoulder blades.

She drops the coke can onto the table, folding her arms primly. All of her expressions have a sardonic quality, but she nearly manages to convey sympathy.

 “How long’s it been this time?”

“About 3 weeks.”

Her tone is derisive, eyes wide in mock surprise. “A new record. And just in time for prom.”

Like you needed the reminder.

“After what he said, he’ll need to beg to have me back,” you respond, and maybe you mean it, maybe you don’t. Luke’s as constant as anything at Westport High—your sometimes boyfriend, sometimes ex, since the beginning of sophomore year. It was one of those things you’d felt you needed to do: get a popular, good-looking boyfriend who played football or baseball or soccer, lose your virginity at a house party, go to prom together, maybe even college . . . maybe forever. You’d been set, had it checked off your to-do list.

Until now.

“He’s not the only one who’s staring.”

That’s Tiff giggling, pointing in the opposite direction, where the socially-inept student body filled the tables. You know who she’s talking about, too. 

Tiff never had a mean streak before Amber had joined last year, turning your duo into a trio. She’d been nicer in middle school—a little ditzy, but always smiling. You like to think you’d resisted that part of Amber’s influence, but you could never really be sure.

And it’s not like Amber was all bad. She was generous—with her clothes, her time, rides in her little red sports car. She got you and Tiff off your couch on Friday nights and into parties, at football games with paw prints painted on your cheeks, to bonfires down at the beach. She could be sweet and genuine, and you never felt better about yourself than when she thought something about you was worth noticing.

But when it came to people like Klitz, she could be downright evil.

She’s got that glint in her eyes at Tiff’s observation, turning to the table where he and his friends always sit. Against your better judgment, you turn to look, too.

His eyes meet yours immediately—wide and innocent behind thin frames—and then he blushes, ducking his head. You watch him shake his long, sandy hair around his face, one finger snaking up his nose to push his glasses back into place. You’d think it would be impossible for him to hunch his shoulders any more, but he glances shyly back in your direction, practically folding in on himself when he sees you’re still looking at him. Amber offers a sarcastic little wave.

“God, he’s obsessed with you,” she says, flicking her long hair back over her shoulder. You wonder—more than a little wickedly—if she’s jealous that there’s attention on you instead of her. The sting of guilt that follows turns your stomach.

“He is not,” you say, unsure if you really believe it. You say a lot of things you don’t really believe around Amber.

“Yeah, okay,” she snorts, “should we ask him? I swear to god he almost cums in his pants when you look at him. Probably has to jack off every five minutes to keep himself from busting in class.”

“Don’t be gross.” You hope you sound disgusted—hope Amber can’t feel the heat in your cheeks, can’t sense the warm pit in your stomach at the idea. Thinking about his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he shakes, skin shiny and flushed . . .

God, it's been too long since you've gotten any action. Three weeks was a whole different kind of record for that.

Maybe Amber can read your mind. “You should ask him out.”

You’re not going to honor that with a response. She watches you roll your eyes, reaching out her hand to rest it on your own, her long, slender fingers and manicured nails stretched across the blue tabletop.

“I’m serious,” she says, and her expression would look at home on a Bond villain, “you go on a few dates, let him feel you up, give him some material for the spank bank. When Luke sees that you’re moving on—especially with some loser—he’ll get crazy jealous, and bam, you’re back together for prom. It’s a fool-proof plan. Everybody wins.”

It’s hard to tell whether she’s joking or not. You decide to laugh it off. “You scare me sometimes.”

 She cocks one eyebrow, sitting back in her chair. Definitely not a joke. “Fine, have it your way. Maybe I’ll ask him out. You know what they say about tall, skinny guys.”

Yeah, right. Amber would swallow him whole. Like a fucking anaconda.

Snake or not, she’s thrown down the gauntlet, and you know all too well how badly something like this could end if she didn’t get her way. It’s difficult to know which part of this she enjoys most—embarrassing somebody like Klitz, or getting you to do what she wants with so little effort. 

“You’re a real bitch,” you tell her, only half-serious, but you’re still standing, walking across the lunch room with more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Everyone’s eyes—except for Klitz.

He’s looking pointedly at the table, but his friends aren’t. You know Matt from some of your classes, and Eli’s house is just a few down from your own. He’s watching you wide-eyed, smacking Klitz on the arm, flinching when Klitz hits him back. You’re still too far to hear them, but you can read his lips well enough.

Dude, she’s coming this way.

Klitz thinks his heart is going to burst from his chest, like that scene in Alien that Eli made him watch even though he felt like he was going to puke for half the movie and had his eyes glued on the ceiling for the rest.

God, he hopes he doesn’t puke now.

Eli and Matt do their best to appear natural, which isn’t saying much. He watches Eli’s eyes flash in your direction and then back to him over and over again, their tempo quickening with every step closer you come. He knows exactly when you’re going to fall into the seat beside him and he still jumps.

“Hi.” You’re smiling up at him with sparkling lips, batting your lashes. You smell like a fruit smoothie—strawberries, peaches, pineapple. He can’t speak.

Eli jumps in with a cheeky smile, filling in Klitz’s silence. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” You shoot a glance and a smile in his direction, but your eyes always come back to Klitz.

He’s definitely going to puke.

Klitz waits for you to go in on him. Waits for you to say, what’s your deal, you fucking perv? I know that you think about me every time you touch yourself, know about all your stupid little disgusting fantasies. You can forget it. I’d rather eat shards of glass for breakfast than let you touch me. He hates to admit it, but the idea of you calling him out like that makes him kind of hot.

Instead you rest your head in your hand, crossing your legs under the table so your skirt rides up higher against your thigh. He watches your knee nudge his, and he wouldn’t believe it if he wasn’t seeing this with his own eyes. Everything from the waist down is numb.

Almost everything.

“So Tim—“ you start, and that shakes him a little from his haze.

“You know my name?” he asks before he can stop himself.

You actually laugh a little. Matt’s head falls into hands.

“Yeah, of course. You sit behind me in AP Lit.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He wonders if you’ve noticed him scooting to the edge of his chair so that he could peer over your shoulder, watching you fill your notebook with your bubbly handwriting, laughing silently at the little doodles that you draw in the margins. He wonders if you can hear the way he breathes a little deeper when he rests his chin in his hand, trying to catch a whiff of your shampoo.

“Anyways,” you brush off his odd behavior with a flick of your wrist, turning more fully to face him, your knee pressing higher up on his thigh, “they’re doing a special showing of Scream at The Obsidian tomorrow, and I really want to go see it, but my friends are too scared and I don’t want to go alone” —you pause, glancing down, looking up at him through your lashes like you know it’s cheat code for shutting off his brain— “and I guess I was wondering if you’d want to go . . . with me?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Of course he will,” Eli says, “Klitz loves scary movies.”

That’s a lie. He wonders what else Eli could make up in the next few minutes it would take him to remember how to make sounds with his mouth. Yeah, my friend Klitz fucks like a god. He may look scrawny and weak, but under that polo? It’s solid muscle and a twelve inch dick. 

“Really?” Now you have your hand on his arm, skin to skin contact. There’s a buzzing in his ears, like his head is full of hornets.

“Uh, yeah.” What had he just agreed to? It doesn’t really matter; you could ask him to do laps around the room naked and he’d start stripping.

“So you’ll go?”

“Yeah.” He’s lucky you’re not asking him tougher questions. He's lucky you don't seem to notice his eyes flashing between your face and your tits.

“Great, it’s a date.” You bend back behind him, shirt riding up over your hip, revealing more and more of your skin, the dip of your waist—the perfect place to dig his fingers in. He hears the rumble of his backpack zipper echoing through his skull, and he brings his hand to his lips, biting into the meat of his palm.

You pop back up into his field of vision and take his wrist in your grip, positioning him just the way you’d like before bending in close. His spit smears across your skin as you hold him in place, and he’s counting his breaths, trying to stay conscious.

“Here’s my number,” you write it carefully across the back of his hand, punctuating the digits with a heart, “text me.”

“Yeah,” he says again, a broken record.

“Cool,” you smile at him one last time, popping the cap back on the pen, tucking it behind his ear. With a wink and a flip of your skirt, you’re gone.

 Matt’s staring at the numbers on the back of his hand. “Dude. What just happened?”Klitz has no idea. Not a single. fucking. clue.

[rpd-rookie]

Hi! I saw that you're requests are open so i decided to write mine lol. How about the reader being jealous of Ada Wong because she thinks Leon still has feelings for her? And then Leon confesses to the reader and reassures her he only sees Ada as a friend(at best). Just some angst and fluff basically. Thank you!

There it is. I hope I won’t disappoint. ;-) It’s angst. It’s fluff. You’ve been warned. 

Blue Is His Favourite Colour - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Sitting there in your blue dress, you were staring at the woman in red in front of you, scrutinizing her with - what you hoped - was an expressionless look as she was calmly drinking a cup of coffee, her legs crossed like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.   But the truth was, if looks could kill then the one you were giving right now would be the deadliest. You were not only looking daggers at her. No you were looking an entire arsenal right now (rocket launcher included), feeling an intense jealousy eating you up more and more with each second passing in her presence.     But that didn’t make Ada Wong drop her serene demeanour nor her over-confidence.

“That’s a good coffee.” You frowned at her sultry voice that was nothing else than her usual voice, you were sure of it. After all, that woman was oozing so much sexiness it was making you sick. “But I guess you didn’t pretend to be Leon to just chitchat with me around an espresso.”           “What’s going on between you and Leon?” She smiled and placed her cup on the coffee table before her, fixing her beautiful almond-shaped black eyes on you.     A scoff escaped her lips showing how amusing this situation was for her. But you wisely chose to ignore it. The woman in front of you was the kind that loved playing games. It didn’t take a genius to see it. It was part of her femme fatale persona. “You look way younger than I imagined. Guess that explains your insecurity.” You gritted your teeth at her commentary, probably because she was somewhat right. But the thing annoyed you the most was that she knew about you which meant Leon had talked to her about you. “And you look way older than what I imagined. Guess that explains the stripper dress.” You scornfully eyed at the short tight red dress she was wearing and that fitted her like a glove, not sure that this was appropriate for an afternoon coffee with a friend (which was the reason you had found to make her come here when you had texted her last week, pretending to be Leon). “That being said, you don’t answer my damn question.” “Ouch.” She grinned, not an ounce hurt by your words, before she eventually slouched a bit into the couch, knowing that you would not let her live your place without answers. You slightly glared. Even her lazy drooping posture was attractive. That was enraging. But despite your uncontrollable contempt for the woman, there was a part of you that couldn’t help but silently admit she was a very beautiful woman and that secretly wished you would look like that yourself. Even just a tiny bit. After all, you two couldn’t be more different.

Ada was the woman of all men’s dreams. Sexy, confident, mysterious. The type of girl that used to overshadow you in high school and definitely the type of woman that could outshine you even today. Who were you, wearing that baby blue dress, in front of that bombshell in a red dress? No wonder Leon had a thing for her. Cause he had, right?

“What do you want to know?” Ada asked. Finally, someone ready to talk and not treating you like a paranoid.             “The truth.” That was simple as that.       You were tired of Leon’s secrets. You were tired of him not telling you anything whatsoever about the mysterious Ada whose name was written on the silver compact powder you had accidently found in the drawer of his night stand one night when you were simply looking for a condom. But most of all, you were tired of fighting with him each time you were trying to put a conversation about her on the table.           “That might take a while. We have a lot of history. It goes back to Raccoon City.” You nodded, that sentence not coming as a surprise but tugging at your heartstrings nevertheless. Of course they had history. Had she been a one-night stand or just a simple ex-girlfriend, Leon would have never eluded all your questions about her. He would have talked about her as freely as he had talked about his previous girlfriends.     “But I strongly believe Leon would tell it better than I would. You should ask him.”

You were not stupid. You knew she wanted to hear you say it. You knew she wanted the ‘He doesn’t trust me and I don’t trust him’ speech, the crying and everything that went along with it and you were sure as hell not going to give her that satisfaction.           “Look, Y/N. You seem to be a sweet girl - a bit jealous and insecure sure, but sweet. I’m sure you’ll give Leon a flock of blue-eyed baby Kennedys playing in a garden with your golden retriever.”           “Seems like you played that scenario quite a few times in your head actually.” You spat. “I have yes. But I was never playing the role of the brood mare.” You fleered, not liking the comparison at all. But then again, Ada didn’t really exude mother material to you. “Let me guess. You were the homewrecker.”       Ada laughed, enjoying your sass a bit too much than she would have expected. “What I’m saying is that that scenario is what Leon secretly wishes. But that’s not what I wish. We’re different he and I and believe me when I say we both came to realise a long time ago that we would never work. I can’t give him what he wants. We can’t be endgame; despite the feelings we can have for each other … or had, since, judging by the feminine touch of this apartment, you must have definitely been living here for a while.”

Her long monologue barely comforted you. Actually your brain had stopped functioning at the ‘feelings we have for each other’ part. That bit had hurt like hell. Guess looking an entire arsenal at Ada Wong is useless when she has the right dagger to pierce your heart in her perfectly manicured hand.       “You’re wrong. He still has feelings for you. I can feel it in my bones.” You struggled to keep the nascent tears in your eyes, not wanting to look weak, or worse, childish.     “Y/N” Ada sighed and bent over to put a hand on your knee. Her voice was suddenly very compassionate. It surprised you. She was about to say something when the door of the apartment slammed open.

Leon barged in the living room, furious and - to your surprise - not even a bit astonished to see Ada sitting on the couch, meaning he knew that she would be here. “You can’t be serious!” He harrumphed, clearly mad at you and you couldn’t blame him. You had gone behind his back after all. “Alright. I believe it’s my cue. I’ll let you two discuss this among yourselves.” Ada stood up, took her coat and without saying another word headed towards the main door. “Thanks for calling, Ada.” Leon said as he glared at you. Of course she had told him. “Anytime.”

The door shut, leaving you and Leon in the heavy silence of your apartment. You didn’t dare to look at him, dreading to cross his eyes and most importantly fearing the inevitable argument. And right now, given the circumstances, you were certain that this one would make the walls tremble like never before. “Why would you do that, Y/N?” He sounded hurt. Was he trying to make you feel guilty? Because that was working but you didn’t need him to feel guilty right now. “Texting Ada, really? I thought you trusted me.” Those last words made you go through the roof.             “I thought you trusted me.” You repeated, probably louder than intended. “But at least you know how it feels now!”           “I know how what feels? My girlfriend spying on me?” He shouted, mimicking your tone. “That’s overstating things, don’t you think?” That was not the time for sass as Leon made it crystal just by the way he narrowed his eyes and slightly shook his head, showing how exasperated he was. “Then tell me what is it that you’ve done?”   “I went looking for the truth that you were refusing to give me. And guess what? That hurt like a bitch! Do you have any idea how I felt in front that woman?” He threw up his hands in annoyance. “You’re the one who invited her!”     “Yeah but it is your fault. I would have never asked her to come if you had been honest with me. At least, Ada told me what I wanted to know.”             “Oh, and what amazing thing did you learn?” He fixed his eyes on you with a ‘go on, give me your bullshit’ look that you found so irritable.         “Nothing very particular but the part about your ‘long history’ and your ‘feelings’ was more than enough to make me understand I was right all along and that YOU. WERE. LYING.” You pointed your finger at him to accentuate each word. But you weren’t done just yet. You needed to vent a little bit more. “She’s not ‘no one’ or ‘nothing that should concern me’! You have feelings for her.”         “ You got to be kidding me! How can you think that?”   “ Oh easy. A) we don’t keep a girl’s compact in a night stand if she means nothing.” Leon rolled his eyes, not believing you were mentioning that stupid compact again. “Here it goes again.”         “ And b) …” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence that Leon escaped the living room in the direction of your bedroom. He wasn’t leaving this fight? Right? Right?

“I’m not finished, Kennedy!” You yelled as you rushed to follow him. “Oh, but I am.” He growled as he opened the drawer of his nightstand. “I. am. fucking. done!” He said as he gritted his teeth, rummaging through the drawer. And suddenly he turned towards you and raised his hand. You covered your face by reflex and yelped when you saw Leon throw something with a brutality and a rage you had never thought he was capable of. Whatever is was, it smashed against the wall, far away from you with a loud clank. “There! Happy?” He asked with an angry voice before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him so violently that you jumped.  

You turned your head towards the object Leon had thrown against the wall to see what it was even if you had quite an idea. A tear rolled down your cheek when you saw the silver powder compact lying on the floor, completely shattered. You were not the kind of couple that would normally break things during quarrels.   You sat on the bed and took your face in your hands to cry your eyes out. This, all this Ada story had gone way too far. You had gone too far. You and your stupid jealousy. You and your insecurity.

You don’t know how long you sat there, thinking about all the things you had done and that had led your couple into this mess. But you knew that it was enough. You dried your tears and wiped the mascara that had run under your swollen reddened eyes before you eventually silently left the bedroom.     You found Leon sitting quietly in the living room, with a glass and a bottle of whisky in front of him that you stared at with guilt and sadness. Leon was only drinking when he was feeling terrible. And if he was drinking right now, then it was undeniably your fault. You went to sit by his side, putting your hand on the glass before Leon could take another mouthful of the amber-coloured liquor. “I’m sorry.” You said softly.         Leon put the drink back on the table and looked at you, his blue eyes mirroring the same sadness and pain that were in yours.     “ I just don’t get it, Y/N. Why this obsession with Ada?”           “ No, Leon. Please. I don’t wanna talk about her anymore.” You confessed, letting another tear run down your face. “Sweetheart, we have to. Cause this whole thing is killing us and I can’t bear that.” He cupped your face with his hand, wiping the tear with his calloused thumb, waiting for you to talk, to finally tell the truth.      

“I’m afraid I’m not enough for you.” You admitted, glancing away from him. “ And when I found that stupid compact, I thought … I thought…” You didn’t know what you really thought. So many things actually. That Leon was having an affair or at least that he had feelings for another woman and that you were just a pastime, someone he would leave for her sooner or later.         “… that Ada still meant something for me.” He finished your sentence when he realised you wouldn’t. You met his eyes. If this was truth time then you needed to ask. “Does she?”   Leon sighed. But he was not annoyed at you this time. No he was annoyed at himself. “No. Not anymore. Look.” He took your hands in his. “I don’t know why I kept that silly compact. Truth is I didn’t even know it was still in my nightstand until you found it.” He had told you the same thing weeks ago. He had repeated it on and on actually but this time, contrary to the previous ones, you actually believed him. “She gave me that compact years ago, at a time when yeah, I had feelings for her. I’m not gonna lie. But here me out.” He cleared his throat to find the strength to talk to you and sat up straight on the couch.       “Ada was a part of me I will never be able to forget.” That sentence was painful. It made you sob but Leon continued. You needed to hear what he had to say. “I met her in Raccoon City. She saved my life back there and she kept on saving me many times ever since. But the thing with Ada was that my feelings for her were leading me nowhere. And whatever relationship we had, it was just some cat and mouse game meaning I was running after her and she was running away. And apart from some very occasional sex, nothing ever truly happened.” You grimaced. You could have lived without knowing that. “But I was okay with that … until I met you. And I realised that whatever I was feeling for Ada was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling for you. A love that consumes me, that gives me a purpose, that makes me keep fighting everyday and want come back home every night, that make want to make this fucked up a better place. I love you, Y/N. And I should have told you all this since the very beginning.” You sniffed, looking at the sincerity and the love in his gorgeous blue eyes. “ Why didn’t you?” You asked, genuinely curious.         “ Cause I’m stupid. Cause I thought that burying my past would be better for our couple.” That was indeed stupid. Had you known all this, it would have caused the both of you less pain “But I look nothing like Ada. How can you love me?” You asked.   “ You just said it. You’re nothing like her. You’re my everything.” He grabbed your chin and laid a soft kiss on your lips that made shed a tear because of the intense love you could feel in it. “And, didn’t I tell you that blue was my favourite colour?” He joked with a wink. Good, cause as you were gazing at his eyes, you couldn’t help but think blue was also your favourite colour.

[cassiopee-utopia]

The day I ran into you #2/3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Meet me at the show

(3k words)

At this right moment, I can’t help but smile, and as I want to "play it cool" I guess, I’m trying to act like it wasn't one of the best offers I had in my life and I simply answer with a soft smile:

- Sure, I'd love to!

- Great!

- But wait, I've nothing to wear, I can't go to a Paris fashion show like that!

Indeed, I’m wearing the simplest outfit ever, a white tee-shirt, denim shorts and black converses.

- It's not matter don't worry! People dress good only because they want to expose themselves on social media, it's not your intention, right?

- Well, no I guess.

- Good! Come on in, I just need to change my shirt and we're off.

As I enter his room again, he goes to the bathroom to get changed but he doesn’t close the door completely. I can then see him removing his tee-shirt, revealing his beautiful back, but my pretty view didn't last long as he immediately put his bright blue shirt on, before getting out.

- If you're really concerned about your look, you can wear one of my oversized tees as a dress with… um… (he's looking inside his suitcase) this! he hands me a big black belt and a long with tee-shirt.

- Okay, why not, I smile.

- Good, but hurry up, we're really late!

I take his cloths, Timothée Chalamet's cloths OMG, and go in the bathroom to change as quick as possible, but unlike him, I close the door properly.

- Ta daa!!! I say when I get out.

He raises his head as he was tying his shoes and smiles.

- You look beautiful Rachel, actually, I think this tee-shirt look better on you.

- Thank you, I answer blushing.

- Okay let's go! He says as he stood up.

We get out of the room and go down the stairs as fast as we can to join the exit.

- Where is the show?

- Luckily for us, not too far from here, come on, we're gonna take the subway.

- The subway? I ask confused.

- Yes, sorry to disappoint, not every star travel in limo.

- Sorry, that's not what I meant…

- I know, just teasing you.

I roll my eyes and we enter the subway entrance. As I have no idea where we are going, I just follow him.

On the platform, I look around me and am praying that nobody would recognize him, because yes, I was selfish and wanted to keep him for myself as long as I could.

We don't wait long for the train to come and we get inside.

- You can't imagine how much I hate the subway, I explain, and luckily for me, I have the great pleasure to take it every single day.

- I recognize that it's not the most glamorous means of transportation but still, it's really useful.

- Sure, I'm not saying the opposite, but it could be much better if people weren't so… dirty. Oh and if there were less people too because the line that I take every day is the most used. North part of the 13th, a real pleasure to play sardine with strangers…

- Sardines?

- Yes, during rush hours, the coaches are so crowded that it's like we were a giant sardines' tin so tight we are.

- That's a funny comparison, he says smiling. Come on it's our stop.

- Oh, indeed, it wasn't that far. (it was just 3 stations away from the hotel)

- Yes, but we still have some walk to do, (he looks at his watch) and the show is supposed to start in five minutes!

We hurry to find the way out and once upstairs in the street he stops:

- Ready?

- What? I answer.

- Set?

- … I made my most confused face.

- GO! He screams and starts running like a madman.

- Oh dear… I thought out loud.

I take a deep breath and run after him as fast as I can.

We continue like that for about 2 or 3 minutes, but I am totally exhausted as I never do sport, like, NEVER. So I slow down a bit and stop to take my breath back. But when I raise my head up, I realize I can’t see Timothée anymore.

- Fuck! I say loudly.

I am looking everywhere but no trace of a cute curly haired man.

Suddenly someone jumps on me brutally.

- Hey what's wrong? He asks.

I jump from surprise like never and when I snap out of it, I yell at him:

- What's wrong with YOU, you should say, you scared me you little nut.

I am still out of breath at this moment and for him, well he seems fine.

- Running is not your thing huh?

- Everything associated with sport is not my thing.

- Aha I see… Then I guess it's a good thing that we're arrived. Look, it's just across the street.

Indeed, when I looked in the direction he was pointing I saw a crowd of people and a lot of flashes that I didn't even noticed when I was looking everywhere for Timothée just a few seconds ago.

- Yes!! I scream with arms raised, which makes him laugh.

We cross the street and join the rest of the group.

- Woo, right on time! He says satisfied, when we got close to the entrance and the group of people. Luckily for us, fashion shows are always late, so it didn't start yet as there's a lot of people still outside.

The moment we enter in the area where the crowd is, a huge wave of flashes come in our direction or rather, in his direction.

- Timothée! Timothée!

- Timothée! Timothée!

When I realize what is happening, I instantly pull away, as an instinctive reaction I guess.

From the side I can see photographs and paparazzies going mad about who has just arrived.

Timothée poses a little, letting those people doing their job, waves and then looks at me in order to make me understand to come inside.

At the entrance, a simple "she's with me" from him is enough to allowed me to enter.  

- Thanks again for letting me come with you, I say.

- No problem, it's a pleasure, he smiles.

- Hey man! What's up? Says a guy arrived from nowhere to Timothée.

- Yo buddy, it's been a while! Good! What about you?

- Fine, hey, come on we got a lot of catch up to do, the boys are over there, he says taking him away without even noticing me.

As he was taken away by his friend, Timothée quickly turns towards me, still walking and says:

- Sorry, um… Explore the place and we'll meet after okay?

The only answer I find is a little thumb up and a weird smile saying "thank you for letting me alone in a place full of people that I don't know at all".

He then mouths "Sorry".

So here I am, all alone, in a giant room full of strangers. As I am absolutely not the type of person that go and start a conversation with unknown people, I decide to do what Timothée suggested me, a visit of the place.

It is a little bit dark, the décor is simple, just some bright neon, blue, yellow and green, and big screens showing workshops and dress designers of the brand.

Once I finish my little tour of the place, I just lean against a wall so as not to be alone in the middle like an idiot.      

That's the moment I start to pay attention to people that are here. I observe all this well-dressed people, which makes me very uncomfortable in addition to the fact that I don't know anyone. My eyes end up laying on a young blond woman in the back. As she come closer to talk to someone I realize. Oh my god, it's her.

I immediately run towards Timothée who was laughing with the guy who took him away before and a bunch of others. I pull him backward by his arm without even considering the people he was talking to.

- Did you bring me here because of her? To make her jealous or something? I ask pissed.

- Wait, what? Who? He answers confused.

I make a slight and discreet head move towards her direction. He turns around, examine the place and suddenly opens his eyes wide.

- Shit shit shit! He says looking panicked while trying to hide behind me.

- Okay, my turn: Wait, what? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you hiding?

- I just don't want to see her or her to see me, okay? He whispers, still hiding, or at list trying to hide.

- So… You're not the one who invited her?

- No! Of course not! Why would I do that!?

- I don't know… She's your ex, not a monster… She's your ex, right?

- Yes, Lily's my ex. I already told you, we broke up a few months ago.

- Then, what's the problem?

- Well, we haven't talk since, so it would be very uncomfortable.

- Okay, but I still can't get where's the problem here. A lot of people have exes, and it's not that big of a deal. Or… did you break up in bad terms?

- Um, no… yes… I don't know! He said frustrated. It's complicated. Let's just say that we both wanted to break up:  she was playing the "femme fatale" too much for me; I was too immature for her… but in the end, it went wrong and we started screaming and arguing for no reasons… Anyway, I just don't want to see her.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and then said:

- Come on, let's get a seat.

I am really confused about this whole situation. First, I randomly met Timothée Chalamet, after that he brings me to his hotel room, then to a fashion show, and now, Lily-Rose Depp, his ex, shows up. That's way too much for one day.

He leads me to the catwalk and the benches, and we sit in the front row. Apart from these weird circumstances, it's true that as I love fashion and would like to work in this industry later, it's really awesome to end up on the front row of a fashion show in Paris. It's not my first show though. Thanks to my PR teacher, my class has been able to assist to one back in February for the fall/winter fashion week. Even if it was for a small brand that had just starting out, and only eight or ten models had been presented, I really enjoyed this experience.

A few minutes later, still waiting for the show to begin, I notice someone on the opposite benches a little more on the left, looking in my direction, well, in his direction. Lily. I lean towards Timothée and say while looking at her:

- Looks like it's a fail for the operation "I don't want to see her or her to see me".

He raises his eyes in the same direction as mine and as I turn to see his reaction, I can see how muddled he looks. In a way, it reassures me a bit.  Timothée raises his arm a little and wave awkwardly at her. The only response he gets from her is a confused look followed by an eyebrow rise. Seeing the whole scene, I wonder: God, how did I get in this?

This situation suddenly stops as the lights go down and the music starts: the show begins.

The firsts models arrive with their incredible looks, only the catwalk is lighted, but we can still see the audience thanks to the light of the numerous phones, because of course, almost everybody is filming or taking pictures. During the whole show I can't help myself but look in her direction and I'm pretty sure she did the same. Regarding Timothée I don't know if looked at Lily as I really tried to stay focus on the show, and well, her obviously…  

The show lasted for about 10 minutes and was incredible. After the great applauses for the creator of the brand, full lights were back and everybody stood up and went in direction of the exit or the buffet. Of course I was planning to go to the buffet but I got interrupted:

- Hey, I'm gonna try to find Haider, do you want to come with me?

- Yeah, sure.

Thus, we head for backstage.

He leans towards me and whispers to me:

- Don't worry, I'm sure the buffet will still be here when we'll be back.

I can totally hear the smirk in his voice, so I say with the most innocent voice:

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Mmh mmh.

- Stop it! I'm not a glutton if that's what you think! I say pushing me slightly.  

- Hey.

When I turn my head in direction of the voice, I immediately lost the smile I had on my face and I just say:

- Um… I let you two talk.

I leave before anyone could answer or protest. I just really don't want to hear their conversation and I guess that I also can't stand by a person as beautiful as Lily-Rose Depp without being extremely uncomfortable.  

So I did what I had in mind first, I went to the buffet, and yes, I may actually be a little glutton, sometimes… okay often.

Even if the food is really good I can't stop thinking about what they could be saying. What if they want to have a more serious conversation and just leave without even telling me? Or what If they unexpectedly fall in love again? At this moment I really don't know what to do because if they are indeed gone, I am still in the middle of a private event without anyone knowing who I am, I can get in trouble. I’m starting to freak out.

- I knew you would be here.

I turn back.

- Timothée, thanks god you're not gone! I say with a blow of relief.

- Gone? Why would I be gone?

- I don't know… um… because of…

- Because of Lily?! What! No! of course no! You know it was just a random conversation with the common "Hello, how are you, who is she…" that kind of stuff…

- And what did you say?

He made an interrogative face.

- To the "who is she" question, what did you say?

- Oh, um… I said "A really nice girl I met today" (while saying that he was doing big pompous movements to exaggerate).

I roll my eye.

- So we have to see Haider now before he leaves.

- Yeah, I follow you.

- And, yes, I think you’re a little glutton, he says smiling.

I stick my tongue at him as an answer because in this moment I can't find any excuses.

We went to the backstage and talked, well, Timothée talked to Haider Hackerman for a bit. I was a little set back as I really didn't know what to say and of course my shyness didn't help. I exchanged some word with him tough when Timmy introduced me as the "really nice girl he met today". This man was very kind but also very occupied, so we had to leave as he had to go talk to the journalists and his guests.

We are now heading to the exit.

- So, what did you think about it? Did you like it?

- Yes, that was incredible! Thank you very much Timothée! And thank you for the clothes too!

- You're welcome, he says with a satisfied smile. You can keep them if you want.

- Really? You don't have to…

He stops and look at me in the eyes.

- I insist.

I smile widely.

Almost arrived at the exit door we see that paparazzies are still there. We can hear screams too. I guess that somehow fans either heard that Timothée Chalamet or Lily-Rose Depp were here.

- You know what? I think we should go out the back.

- You know another exit?

- Well… There's always a back door, right?

I shrug.

- Come.

We walk around the place a little bit and finally manage to sneak out after asking a security guard for an alternative exit.

We are walking in the street with, from what I deduced, no particular destination. We eventually end up to the subway station we went out earlier.  

- So… I would like to invite you to dinner, he says hesitant.

I stop.

- Me!? I answer surprised.

- No, the streetlamp behind you…

- …  

- Of course you! He says laughing. So, what do you think?

Right now, my whole body is just fireworks, I am so happy! My day with Timothée isn't finish! Again, not to appear like a hysterical fan I answer softly.

- Yeah, I would love to.

-Great!

We smile at each other like two idiots.

- So right now it's 6:25 pm so maybe we could meet in the lobby of my hotel at 8? Is that okay for you?

- Sure, it's perfect.

- Nice! See you at 8 then.

We both pass the revolving door and he starts walking to one of the two directions of the metro line cause he knows my apartment was in the other direction as I told him earlier.  

- Yes, see you.

Being a big paranoiac and an anxious person, I can't help but stop him.

- Timothée wait!

He turns back.

- You will be there right? I ask with a low voice.

He retraces his steps, comes close to me and says:

- Yes, I will be there, I promise.

He then leans towards me and kiss my forehead.

Before I could realize anything, he was gone in the tunnel.

Continue reading ! -> last chapter: Chapter 3

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task 001: character introduction.

(admin tangerine, 21, est) ☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel? it’s VERONICA LOMBARDI, a BISEXUAL CISFEMALE, who looks a lot like LEA MICHELE! NIKKI’s insta bio says SHE is an INFLUENCER and is looking for a fun time this summer. SHE is into DADDY/MOMMY KINK & GROUP SEX, but not into SCAT & BLOOD PLAY. by the way, SHE reminds me of TIGHT YOGA PANTS & COLORFUL SUNSETS.

quick infos:

full name: veronica eleanor rosemary lombardi

dob: august 23rd 1988 (she’ll turn 31 this year)

pob: las vegas, nevada.

kinks: daddy***/mommy kink, mild roughness,  group sex, public sex, receiving oral (eat her out good and she’ll marry you... too soon) although she enjoys giving oral to girls and/or strap-ons/dildos, mutual masturbation, nipple play, hair pulling squirting, spanking, consensual somnophilia.

anti kinks: blood play, wax play, electric stimulation, bondage, very rough sex, scat, foot play, humiliation & extreme anal (fingering and butt plugs are fine, but there will be very rare anal sex).

3 favorite things: dancing naked at 2am to some electronic music or old rock songs, italian gelato (she’d give you a handjob for a raspberry gelato) & puppies videos on instagram.

3 things she hates: spiders or bugs of any sorts (excluding spider man or ant man or black widow wink wink), people who lack of respect & compassion, bad hair days.

+2 positive traits: easygoing & compassionate

-2 negative traits: gullible & jealous

wanted connections:

TAKEN BY LINCOLN LEWIS & HIGHLY WANTED! ex-husband: idk where i’m going with this, but i have a feeling this would be so interesting if he’d come back to the hotel and they’d reconnect after a few years of being apart and not speaking. bonus points for high sexual tension and cute stuff! suggested fcs: chris hemsworth, jamie dornan, tom hiddleston, john stamos, nick jonas or darren criss.

daddy and/or mommy: just that “caring, loving but also can please all your needs” vibe. spoiler alert, she won’t be the mommy, she’s too much of a sub for that (usually). keanu reeves, bradley cooper, jeremy renner, joel kinnaman / natalie dormer, amy adams, jessica chastain, priyanka chopra, gal gadot, olivia munn, anna hathaway.

TAKEN BY GABRIELLA PEREZ femme fatale: just a woman, preferably younger whom nikki just can’t resist. someone with dominant tendencies. or someone around her age too! suggested fcs: dianna agron, ana de armas, margot robbie, gal gadot.

friends with benefits: GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS no suggested fcs, i just want girls.

sexual tension: it says it all. all fcs! 

headcanons

childhood + teenage years:

only child of a loving family of restaurant owners, veronica inherited the best conditions to become a typical italian girl from a just as typical italian family. she was loved by her parents, she loved them. she learned to cook at a very young age and had a noticeable talent. she was the preppy girl from the picture perfect family. she had a dog, alfredo, that she rescued from the streets and who became her only friend for most of her childhood.

in high school, she bonded with a pair of twin siblings who came from a completely different background. from what she knew, their parents were big gamblers and lost most of their savings in casino nights. these people had that edge and gave that down to earth vibe nikki admired yet could not completely comprehend. they were a dynamic trio that balanced one another perfectly. jack (npc) was a total artist who encouraged nikki to express herself, valerie (npc) was very analytical and had a talent at reading through nikki while nikki herself was that sweet figure who was easy to please and could easily please everyone.

when they graduated, valerie confessed she had no idea what she would be doing with her future with no money at all. they were sitting in nikki’s family restaurant and drinking beer in cask with nostalgia and a part of sadness. jack had big plans, he found an apartment in san francisco and wanted to become a graphic designer. nikki, however, was torn between taking over the family business or making a living of her own. that was when valerie drunkenly suggested to work at one of the newly opened strip clubs nearby their neighborhood.

so she did.

twenties:

she turned 18 when she realized she had lost so many years to living in a mold she no longer fit in. she was more than just preppy church outfits and cooking sundays with her mother, she was more than a daddy’s girl who washed tables when the restaurant was closed. what did adults always say? a good education promised a good future, so, veronica applied to the college of southern nevada for a degree in communications with a minor in women’s studies. she had no idea where she was heading, but it was a start.

her parents contributed by driving from class to home every day, they paid her more adult looking clothing and they finally gave her the freedom she never knew she needed until she reached majority.

although jack disappeared from her life, valerie remained very present. they did as they agreed and found a job at a high end strip club in vegas. they made good money instantly without having to do nasty stuff nikki had never been introduced to. within a few months, they saved enough to get matching tattoos, new jewelry and pay for valerie’s apartment. the club provided a living area a few blocks away, but valerie felt better living on her own. nikki tried to mingle and fit in with the other girls, but they were too different. maybe it was the education, maybe it was the background, but the trashy side of this job did not interest the italian girl more than that.

veronica worked as a stripper during college until she graduated with a degree that would soon become irrelevant and useless. with contribution from her parents who never even judged her for her job (it was true nikki did tell them it was just a dancing studio) and with her savings, veronica moved out of nevada and headed to california. she found a small place and joined a community business that organized all kinds of social and sport activities. she became a pro at all yoga, zumba, meditation and dancing activities. she loved to work with the kids, the families and the older people who were just searching for a fun time.

while she was working there, nikki started to get active on social media. she would most dance choreographies to massive songs, making hundreds of thousands of views on youtube. she liked the attention she was getting, but she still preferred her real job the most. 

mid-twenties

so she met someone. randomly. they hooked up with no after thoughts, then hooked up again and again and again... it felt like love to them. everything escalated so quickly, but it felt like she was finally meeting her parents’ expectations so nikki went with it. LINCOLN  proposed only a couple of months in the relationship, and they got married soon after that. he was smart, attractive, perfect, almost too good to be true. she never thought she would deserve someone like him. they lived together, and their love became very intense. marriage was not about dealing with every issues by fucking all over the place. she loved it, of course, but something was off between them. maybe they were falling out of love, maybe they did not take the time to evaluate their future together, maybe they were not made to be together. or maybe they were, just not at that moment.

they divorced a couple of years later like a couple who noticed they were better off as friends, the thing was they did not remain friends and decided to live life on their own. there was no fighting, plate throwing on the ground, ugly crying and couch sleeping. there were just goodbye kisses and passionate love making for the last time, or so they believed.

after divorce, she decided to quit her job and focused entirely on social medias. 

now:

she has been an influencer and youtuber for the past 2-3 years. she posts about cooking, relaxing, fashion, and does a ton of vlogs.

she loves the sun, the vibes and the people of los angeles. 

she also decided to open her own yoga and lifestyle studio, where she teaches for all ages and all kinds of people. from yoga to the basics of dancing, she loved to be surrounded with people. her well-developped flexibility from dancing served her beautifully. she hired other instructors but still runs the business while focusing on her instagram, which has 900 000 followers.

she has been divorced for the same amount of time without being able to quite erase LINCOLN from her mind. the truth is she never really dated or hooked up for the fun of it. she focused on work and on discovering new hobbies.

she heard about the love hotel through her friend, valerie, who joked about this being exactly what newly divorced nikki needed as a way to spice up her life. on a just as drunken night as the one that brought them to work as strippers, nikki called and reserved a room. it is taking her completely out of her comfort zone, but she has a feeling that this is for the best.

headcanons:

she is more of a receiver than a giver. she rarely decides to take the lead unless she really wants to or feel comfortable with the other person. she crushes and gets attracted very easily but nothing leads to serious relationships. she enjoys threesomes and being the center of attention in them. she is very comfortable in her body and would walk around naked all the time if it was socially accepted, so she does not mind having an audience too much.

outside of kinky stuff, she’s a romantic at heart. she LOVES to be treated with kindness and to be treated like a princess. she is also willing to do that for her partner, because if marriage taught her one thing, it’s that it takes two to tango. nikki’s at a point in her life when she wants to meet new people and have fun. she had plenty of it when she was stripping and dancing, but being rushed into marriage kind of made her lose herself into a world she was not completely ready to enter back then.

she volunteers at animal shelters and helps playing and socializing pets. she has a few scars here and there of times when it did not go that well with an animal. chances are she might be distracted at all times if she sees a cute puppy or kitty.

her instagram and youtube are filled with dancing videos, cooking videos, song covers, general vlogs and thirst traps. there’s a reason she got so famous from doing almost nothing at all and said reason is her perfect peach butt she just loves to show off.  

she’s italian so yeah she’s all about sharing and loving and eating pasta all the time because that is her own definition of a dolce vita. she is kinda close to her parents, but their relationship became a bit rocky when a) she moved out and b) ended her perfect marriage and broke the traditional dream of building a family of her own before she hit thirty. 

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{ OLIVIA O’BRIEN . CIS FEMALE .  23 . SHE / HER }  did you see that { NICOLE ‘NIKKI’ HAMPTON } just pulled up in hidden hills with { ZEKE KING } sitting next to them in the passengers seat - isn’t that cute ! you know, for a { LATE NIGHT TV TALK SHOW HOST & SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER. }, i’ve heard they’re really { INDECISIVE }, but that they make up for it by being so { PASSIONATE }. i see them all the time on snapchat && yesterday in US WEEKLY i read that they { HAVE } a baby - can you believe that ?! 

“ i have no idea what i’m doing, but i know i’m doing it really... really well. ” - nicole h.

basic info.

name. nicole janelle hampton. birth date. september 14, 1996. pronouns. she/her. species. rebel child. hometown. beverly hills, ca. sexuality. bisexual. occupation. late night talk show host / social media influencer.

physical.

height. 5'1. eye color. green. hair color. brunette/blonde. build. petite/curvey. tattoos. 9. piercings. 8. scars. one of her upper thigh. style. boho chic. faceclaim. olivia o’brien.

in-depth.

zodiac. virgo. mbti. intp. mental. depression. eyesight. excellent. drug use. some, weed, cocaine, molly. alcohol use. socially. languages. english, french.

basics.

◦ nicknames: nikki, niks, nik, that bitch.

◦ age: 23

◦ hair: blonde 

◦ eyes: greenish blue

◦ sexuality: bisexual

◦ family: zeus king (son) age 5, natalie hampton (older sister) age 25, ivette hampton (mother estranged after giving birth to her son) age 39, david hampton (father with whom she’s estranged from as well because neither parent wanted her to keep her son) age 41.

bio.

◦ most. peaceful. child. ever. nicole being the baby of the family was an angel from the time she was born until around 16. her mother adored her, but nikki always a head to toe daddy’s girl. her parents were the head chair members for TBS tv station. she grew up loving all things pretty and glittery. wearing makeup and playing dress-up with her sister was her favorite thing to do. she also was put in singing lessons at a young age, dance lessons, and her mother insisted on both nicole and natalie being in pageants. other than that she found joy in writing and music. nicole had always whirred with creative energy, and constantly cracked jokes.

◦ high school is where things changed for nicole, she really grew into herself, went from the dainty wallflower to the turbulent, exciting, free-spirited wild child who caused her family headaches. it was on her 15th birthday that she’d been offered a modeling contract from zarzar modeling agency where she got a taste for the limelight. on her 16th birthday she won miss teen california. that didn’t stop her from living it up. between modeling, becoming a brand ambassador for MAC cosmetics, her glow up had changed her from the fun-loving child she was to a rebellious teenager. she partied, found out she liked drinking, snuck out, dabbled in drugs ( i mean what good is having family money if you don’t spend daddy’s hard-earned cash on drugs, right? ), and never failed to be the life of the party... but couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t ever really happy.

◦  often struggled with depression as a result of pressure placed on her to be the perfect picture daughter her parents desperately wanted her to be. even though she was always her father’s little princess, she struggled to find independence, her own footing, and place in the world.

◦ at the age of 18, nicole moved out on her own savings. still keeping ties to her family, but wanting more than just life as a hampton. she started opening at comedy clubs, hanging around different comedians which finally landed her a place as a writer for various comedy central shows. that was her first real taste of happiness. no cameras, no dieting, she could just sit there and let her thoughts go on a page and make people laugh. but due to her contract with zarzar, she still needed to meet her photoshoot requirements and make face as much as she could with the public.

◦ a short time later, she’d met zeke king. she was out with friends who had friends and one of those friends happened to be the king twins. at first, she couldn’t stand the sight of either twin, but isaac really got under her skin. or so she’d say. truthfully, she rather enjoyed the sight of him... she just despised when he’d move or speak. he was blood boilingly pompous, entitled, the genuine stereotype of a fuck boy. but they had mutual friends so inevitably the pair bumped into each other, a few times. but there was one night, where she’d gotten left alone at a party, and she first and only person she could think of to call was him. why zeke? she’d never know, but without question and sprinkled with some unasked for boasting, he was there.

◦ that’s all it took. one night. it was baffling how effortlessly he was able to break down her walls. he’d smile and everything else blurred - even the well-known history of his reputation. they talked that evening and after that, people she was used to talking to just seemed dull. it was like she was meeting herself in the body of another person. it happened almost like a dream. all it took was just one look into his eyes, and she naturally felt the sense of belonging and total recognition. everything she felt was absolutely miraculous. looking into zeke’s eyes, it felt like they’d already know each other. it was almost like looking into a mirror for the very first time in her life. her mind, her soul, and her body were shaken up in various forms. them spending time, ignoring everyone else, turned her world upside down, but in a very beautiful way, and for a greater purpose. she swore that night was the first time she’d ever felt the way she did.

◦ things after that were steady, nicole worked and whenever she wasn’t working - she was with zeke. now, that’s not saying they were always perfect, their personalities were far too similar - she had a short temper and was easily jealous and he was... well himself, like always. though it wasn’t too long after that she’d become pregnant with their son zeus, something that should’ve been the happiest time of her life which resulted in both her parents admitting they wanted nothing to do with her or the baby if she decided to keep the baby. so she cut ties, leaned on zeke, prepared herself for parenthood - and even if her world had fallen apart, the center of her world revolved around her family, zeke and their son, so she was centered.

◦ nine months later, nicole gave birth to her beautiful baby boy. she and zeke named him zeus, the closest thing to zeke that they could agree on, but it fit their beautiful beaming baby boy. the day she held him in her arms was the first day she really understood pure unconditional love.

◦ for a while, things were going good - too good. it didn’t take too long for the femme to fall for isaac king, in fact she was sure that she’d fallen long before then but the fear of knowing his past, knowing he didn’t stay in one place too long kept her from admitting her feelings which ended up being for the best - days before their son’s first birthday party, nicole had come across a picture of zeke in a very unflattering light with another woman in a tabloid and quickly ended their relationship as hard as it was, she was far too prideful to stay and listen to any of his reasons.

◦ in that time, nicole had bonded with her soul sister, olivia, the on and off girlfriend of her ex’s twin brother. the two quickly became inseparable. olivia had always been her ride or die, the shoulder she needed when everything went wrong - truthfully she was the one person who knew everything about nikki. 

◦ in 2018, nicole was contacted by cbs, and signed to be the host of the late late show, the show was titled “the late late show with nicole hampton”, and she’s hosted it ever since - leaving her ties at comedy central behind. her show is her happy place, she’s very hands on and works actively with the producing team and writers. 

◦ in 2019, she was contacted by playboy and did a photoshoot for them thanks to her contract with zarzar. the issue was published the summer of 2020. 

◦ made her first music video appearence in the “Josslyn” music video for jordyn geller.

◦ the summer of 2020 nicole reconnected with her high school sweetheart, and after a few short weeks of dating the two became public. although she dated here and there it was her first public relationship since zeke king. the two wasted no time reconnecting their severed ties and rebuilding their relationship - things between them were very hot and heavy and during the adults trip to las vegas in the beginning of august, he proposed. nikki accepted and the public had a field day with the news. 

◦ the day of her wedding she’d woken up with every intention to marry the man she gave her word to - but minutes before the ceremony the most unlikely of faces appeared before her, zeke. she’d spent the last few years grappling with her emotions trying with every fiber of her being to get over him. but standing before him in a wedding dress, knowing he still had almost all of her she knew she couldn’t get married - not when she loved someone else. so she called off the wedding, which left a mess for all the parties involved. 

◦ still residing in hidden hills, nicole hampton is no stranger to making headlines - but tries her best to keep her head down for the sake of her family. she’s still working, still taking care of her son, but trying to get herself together.

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Panther!

So shit has gone down. Drama amongst the flaka whores. Fights, pettiness, money talk…

Folks feel like they do more than others and are alone at the end of the day… and I just can’t.

Cause I’m the one who truly do the most for the least amount of love.

Anyway Panther took us to the cafe spot, bought tea and cake and held me. Also rolled a spliff and saw my childhood home. Well had to sneak and tiptoe to the bathroom. Daddy almost caught us 😂

He really buttered me up and I needed that. I just wonder why k ain’t fall head over heels for him.

Like he holds me tights when I let go too soon in a hug. He a Capricorn. He expresses his love and desire to share space.

Is it because of who he just broke up with? Is it because he brown and like Black culture and that makes me distrusting? Is it because it is easy to see that he a spiritual fuck boy?

Is it because he actually shows me love and my fucked up rather be in relation to someone who rejects me?

Idk. Idk. Idk.

ALSO King got me all the way fucked up. Had a facilitated fight with him with Unc and me Alpha facilitating and translating.

King never hits me up, expresses desire for me siblings and admitted he was indifferent to my pain and can’t hear me out.

Unc said a Leo fairy and Scorpio demon always gonna have beef.

It’s just that King and I have the same moon. Very similar goals and desires. And since he Black and Native… I want to live out the 2.5 white picket fence fantasy.

I keep finding more flaws as to why the duck boys I desire dismiss me. Fat, ugly, smoked stained teeth, disability, crazy ass bipolar personality.

Sigh… maybe I’m keeping Panther far far away from my heart and mind because… heartbreak ain’t worth it. Plus we just cute sweet tender friends.

King don’t even watch my insta stories. I cried the night we connected at his with Panther and Unc. And I was write. King and I can’t cuddle or share Soave alone cause it’s giving the same vibes I have with me sibling.

Where the pain of being compatible but no sexual desire on their ends makes me feel like shit.

And everyone knows how pathetic I am.

At least I can keep my distance from the femmes in the whore group.

Could you imagine being loved out of pity and not really desired in a pussyxpussy relationship?

I’m still not over any of my past girlfriends 😭

A man dismissing and using you… EXPECTED.

But with a femme?! I’m killing myself.

Also too insecure to be with a shorty because I would just compare our bodies and cry.

Also though… still holding a grudge over what my summer ex said about us being the same… fat and black and all smiles. Just to use prettier women to make me jealous and confess they think skinny white people are the most desirable.

Sigh… I’m no better though.

ALSO! A Nigga need to focus on school and being a healer! Cause I got myself and community fucked up at the moment…

[the-cryptographer]

I’m actually replaying Tales of the Abyss now instead of just thinking about replaying it as I become randomly taken over by Dist-related feelings. So under the cut is my experience with the first third of the game (everything up to the haircut).

- Imma just start with the character stuff and then move onto the gameplay stuff bc nobody cares about gameplay.

- Yeah, I started playing this like - “I wonder if I’ll still like the same shitty ships I liked when I was playing this ten years ago.” And the answer is FUCKING YES - they are apparently permanently ingrained in my psyche.

- On the subject of Luke... I didn’t actually remember how much of a douche he is for the first third of the game, since it’s been a while and I’m more accustomed to seeing portrayals of the better rounded and kinder character he eventually became. I’m going to say, I’m really glad he grew out of it on both a narrative and personal level, but I also really did enjoy and love long-hair douchey Luke. He’s insufferable and I adore him.

- That being said, I think this kind of puts an interesting spin on Luke/Tear. I do genuinely like this ship and am happy with where it ended up, but a lot of what seems to keep their early interactions from going even more poorly than they do is that Luke is... very used to bossing people around. And Tear is very used to being bossed around. Like, she’ll obviously talk back to him, but even so- Tear kind of falling into this servile protective bodyguard role is kind of what ends up endearing her to Luke and it’s kind of bad and good at the same time. Especially combined with things like her thinking the Baticul maid outfit his servants wear is cute... This idea could be taken places... I’m glad the relationship didn’t stay like this in the larger context of things, but I’m also kind of enjoying where it’s at so~

- That being said I feel like the party starts making lovebird jokes way too early. Like, I like this ship a lot, but I also have bad taste, and this isn’t the kind of thing I feel should be encouraged irl/in-universe. Not as their relationship exists during this part of the game, at least. ubb.

- More generally I do like Tear a lot tho. I think having her be a bit more serious and stoic and emotionally withdrawn are things that speak a lot to me, with regards to female characters and heroines especially. I also like that she is genuinely competent as a fighter and protector. And that the more traditional damsel role is occupied by a man, Ion.

- I’m also surprised that Tear’s boobs are as modestly proportioned as they are. Maybe it’s because of doujin content, or a couple of tactless jokes later on in the game(?) but I always thought they were HUGE instead of, well, buxom and hourglassy in the vein that you might find on a real woman. This game in general isn’t super fanservice-y in its character designs (although there’s something to be said about a few of the scenarios). There’s some Zettai Ryouki on the girls, but that’s about it. I guess the fact that this game's age is showing.

- The different iterations of ships involving Anise, Arietta, and the Ions are also something that are still appealing to me a lot. Part of me feels bad for being okay with Anise/Florian, since Florian’s a kind of an obvious replacement character. But then I start thinking about how conflicting and upsetting it would be for Anise and then - whoops - I’m interested again.

- Luke and Ion crush on each other so hard though. This was not a ship from when I first played but, god, it’s so cute how much Ion seems to genuinely like Luke, and how Luke gets so tsun and blushy about protecting him. Excuse me while I try and figure out a way to write this that isn’t heartbreaking, and fail.

- me: I wonder if I’ll like Jade as much as I did the first time. Since I seem to have come to a realisation that he’s an emotionally manipulative asshole with a very limited capacity for empathy on any non-abstract level. Jade’s disembodied voice *hasn’t even shown up on screen yet* : Move out of the way or it’s not my problem if you get run over by this tank I’m driving. me: I was a complete fool. He’s a total asshole and I love him so much.

- Naw, yeah, for real tho: one of the first things Jade does upon meeting Natalia is try and establish that she’ll be easy to emotionally manipulate and control. He rather easily brushes over watching the suffering of others in favour of more goal oriented behavior. That, in addition to what happens when he extracts information from Dist at the Keterburg Hotel... I don’t really think I was off the mark about Jade potentially negging his boyfriend or exacting physical torture on his ex, especially insofar as his ex is a criminal anyhow. Like, obviously Jade has some kind of moral code by the time the game begins. And overall I think it’s admirable that he’s concerned about things like minimising the world’s death toll and human suffering. But he’s certainly not above breaking a few eggs to make and omelette, even if those eggs include visiting long-term physical and psychological damage on others. I would... hope that he could restrain himself from taking that kind of route with things. But I don’t think I’m exactly wrong in thinking he’s not a person I would trust not to, and thus not someone I’d want to invite within a mile of my personal life. Although he’s probably going to continue being a character I really cherish. He might still be my favourite playable character in the game - although Tear and Anise come close.

- Actual favourite character is Dist, of course. I mean, he’s hammy and awful and terribly written, but I love him so much. ‘Everyone is jealous of my intelligence and beauty.’ (Which is even funnier considering the post-battle dialogue where Anise and Jade tell Luke to write about their beauty and intelligence respectively in his diary. Birds of a feather.) idk, it’s just really strange, because I don’t really like when fanon iterations of characters are made more femme and flamboyant than they are in canon. But you have actual femme and flamboyant men in canon (Dist, Wallace from pkmn, etc) and somehow I love them so much, omg. (Dist also has a lot of grief stuff I like tho - v relatable with regards to Nebilim.) idk, I just count my lucky stars every day. Because five of the six God Generals die in this game, so the odds were definitely not in my favour, but somehow my favourite is the one that makes it out alive?! I’m dying at how blessed I am. Dist is basically the opposite of the Bury Your Gays trope, and I love it.

- On that note, when Jade and Dist are snarking and Luke and Guy share the look(tm) and are like ‘they’re off in their own little world’ asdfghjkl;

- me: I wonder if I’ll like Natalia more this time. Since I’m more aware now of the baggage and misogyny that goes into female character creation, and am more likely to blame authors than the characters themselves. Natalia: *to Luke, after taking one look at Tear* Are you fucking the servant girl? me: YIKES(tm)

- Naw, she’s okay. I mean... she’s not less okay than Anise or Tear, really, in terms of poor (stereotypical) writing and poor (catty) behaviour. I certainly think her commitment to being a kind ruler and acting towards the public good with her own hands and own feet is quite touching. But she appeals to me the least out of the three girls on a personal level. And, also, I think there are several issues with her introduction-

- Well... first off, that we hear about Natalia from Luke and Guy earlier in the game - and we’re told she’s high maintenance and clingy before we’ve even met her. And then we meet her and her introduction ends up immediately corroborating what Luke says about her. So... it’s a very bad first impression in a way. In general it’s kind of interesting seeing how the narrative feeds out information, now that I know all the characters and all the twists. Some of it is info-dumpy, and some of it is unintuitive, but it’s interesting to watch how it drops out hints and evidence for you to try and piece together before the reveals come.

- But I digress, the other thing is Natalia is, after her disastrous first impression, set up as a foil for Luke. Her kindness and selfless concern for others, and how seriously she takes her responsibility as a state leader, are both immediately cast against Luke’s self-absorption. Which... is in some ways ineffective for me tbh.

- Idk, just, like- An adult man spends seven years building up trust with a child that’s been isolated and emotionally neglected by design, and then manipulates and uses him as part of a murderous rampage. (two children, if we’re including Ion) And somehow this is Luke’s fault? Yeah, I don’t... buy that.

- I mean, Luke is obviously rude, callous, selfish, and arrogant. And I think all of those things are problems. All of those things are Luke’s fault and responsibility. I do think it’s upsetting that Luke is more concerned with dodging blame regarding Akzeriuth than he is concerned about... everyone who just died. And I’m certainly glad that Luke makes a decision to change. But... none of those things are really related to him feeling he can trust Van, and it’s pretty monstrously unfair to blame him for being manipulated by the only adult he really felt took his interests and concerns seriously as a kid. (I mean, obviously his parents love him, and he them. But there’s also a definite feeling that his concerns are not being prioritised by them. And that he can’t even advocate his concerns with regards to his mother, whose emotional and physical health could be endanger if Luke burdened her with his upsets.) As the player, we don’t really have a reason to trust Luke, and Luke’s loyalty to Van, more than Tear’s (and the rest of the party’s) distrust of her brother. We’ve known Luke and Tear approximately the same amount of time. But... Luke has known Van for seven years. And Luke has known Tear and Jade and Anise for a couple of weeks and has little reason to trust them. Tear spirited him away from the safety of his manor and into a dangerous world. Jade and Anise had him restrained and arrested and made no secret they were using his status for their political goals (good goals, but still...) They’re all openly disparaging of Luke. It seems pretty natural that Luke would trust Van over them, and the fact that Van was counting on that when he betrayed Luke and everyone... I mean... I also don’t blame the rest of the party for blaming Luke in the heat of the moment, but I think the game and narrative itself takes the ‘it’s your fault’ stuff a bit too seriously and uncritically. It’s also super obvious that they ramped up Luke’s unlikable qualities in preparation for what happens at Akzeriuth - pride cometh before the fall. And, even if it’s emotionally effective, it still don’t really go from point A to point B that being selfish and rude and arrogant makes you at fault for being susceptible to emotional manipulation. Which is kind of frustrating.

- Also, yeah, zol was right. You could’ve saved that kid with stalagmite or smthn, Jade.

- There’s a lot of weird bullshit along the lines of gameplay vs plot dissonance. Like trying to light barrels of oil on fire in the Abandoned Factory. I’m surprised none of them blew up in Luke’s face. Did nobody think to bring a candle? Or just have Mieu light up the dark with fire near the switch? That would have been a lot more expedient and a lot less dangerous.

- Ion: The seventh fonon was recently discovered. Jade: And thirty years ago, when I was a young lad, I was upset I couldn’t use the seventh fonon and blew up my teacher by mistake (whoopsie). me: what the flippity fuck, Ion? that’s not recent. I thought you were supposed to be better than Luke about this shit. What could possibly be responsible for this mistake - OH!

- In general, since Ion’s four years old and somehow knows a shitton about the world, it kind of takes some of the wind out of Luke’s sails when he’s had a three year lead on Ion ‘but i had more important stuff to learn, like my parent’s faces’. Luke’s amnesia and subsequent isolation are pretty well integrated into the story for the most part, but parts of it are obviously exaggerated for the sake of having a character that needs the relevant info about the game world infodumped on them.

- Mieu... is a thing. I don’t really like mascot characters as a concept in general. But I think some authors, like CLAMP, have done a good job integrating them into their stories. I can’t really say the same for Mieu though. That he kind of is Luke’s chew toy for the beginning part of the story is interesting. And that he fucked things over for his people and the Ligers due to this random accident (much like Luke) is kind of interesting. But... overall he’s just a very annoying cute thing that’s following you around for no reason. I wonder if his voice is less grating in Japanese, but the PS2 version of this game at least didn’t come with JP audio, which was kind of a bummer. I like the dub for the most part (Anise especially is really good) but I would have liked to hear the JP version this time.

- I think I still prefer platonic Guy/Luke to romantic Guy/Luke. (Although I don’t dislike it, the way I dislike Asch/Luke) but I am super charmed by the drama with Guy having all this resentment towards Asch that then becomes easier to move past once Asch gets switched out for Luke. Like, I think in some ways it’s more about Guy being in a different place looking after this helpless newly replicated Luke at age 14 compared to looking after the better-realised Asch when he was younger, rather than because of a stark difference between Luke and Asch themselves. But I can’t help but love Guy a little for seeing them so differently and feeling certain that Luke is the one that’s his friend. It’s really sweet and cute x’)

- And last thing - the hyperresonance stuff was super poorly explained. Particularly the first one between Luke and Tear. We’re told that this is something that can randomly happen when two seventh fonists interact, and Tear’s like ‘i should have been more careful’ like this is something that happens periodically that you can predict and avoid. but... how? What are the conditions that lead to this? Is this scientifically replicatable at all? Or is it something that can happen completely at random whenever Luke and Tear touch each other? Whenever Natalia and Asch touch each other? they’re just going to be having sex one day and randomly teleport out into an open field or smthn. This is so dumb. Except I know that the teleportation thing was actually 100% convenient plot bullshit, so I shouldn’t even pretend it can be made sense of in any real way, smh.

- New Game Plus! I debated quite a bit, but in the end EXP x10 was the only thing I purchased from the grade shop. I wanted to have the experience of gathering all the items and bonuses myself, since I forgot what happened the first playthrough. But I’m regretting the decision a bit now since I did all the sidequests and ultimate weapons and stuff the first time around and had a very full inventory, and I’ve already missed at least one thing on my current playthrough when a combination of not saving and forgetting how to walk lost me Barrelow X’s Capacity Core. (Not saving also made me not have a save to go back to to win against Asch at Yulia City- boo) But, regardless, even without all the other perks, I figured EXP x10 would basically mean breezing through the story, which was what in theory I wanted. But then I decided to combine this with the Unknown Difficulty Mode (enemy stats x3.5) which effectively made the game even more slow than the first runthrough, EXP x10 be damned. I spent a lot of the first part of the game crowding around Engeve, frantically trying not to die before I gathered 100 gald to stay at the Inn. I was completely outmatched on the Tartarus when it gets overrun with Griffins and Ligers. And I made about a dozen trips between the Fubras River and Engeve before I finally made it to Arietta without my characters dying. After getting my party to level 40, spamming Mystic Cage, and still getting absolutely crushed by Arietta at Coral Castle, I finally gave up. I lowered it down to Very Hard mode instead and defeated her in two minutes. After a quick search, I learned that this is considered one of the hardest battles with the hard mode stat multipliers, and it gets easier from there. So I technically could have kept going to level 50 or smthn but... it also seemed like a lot of these people were doing this challenge with the capacity cores and equipment rollover, and without them I’d most certainly have to grind more (and grind without good capacity core stat bonuses). And the simple truth of the matter is I wasn’t having fun anymore. So... if I do a third playthrough in another ten years, I’ll rollover everything properly to do Unknown properly, but in the meantime I’ll stick to whatever mode lets me farm grade the most easily.

- On that note, it became very clear that the defense stat in this game is very broken. All the characters (including your own characters, pretty much regardless of level) have /lots of HP/ and are meant to take /a lot/ of small hits - this is just the play style. So, as long as you have full TP and a way to heal, taking on characters with multiple times their usual attack and HP stats is doable. On the other hand, characters with high defense, like Arietta, Golems, etc... Even small differences between your attack stats and the opponent’s defense stats can result in your own attacks doing half/quarter/tenth of their usual damage, which means a battle taking two/four/ten times longer than usual (and you’re way more likely to run out of TP and healing items this way). I think this essentially means that high fonic/phys attack (respective of whether the character has a mage vs melee move set) are the most important stats for the player character. It would be cool if you could replicate Arietta’s defense effect with your own characters but... the truth is the bosses in these types of games are built very differently than the player characters (unlike something like pkmn)... so I’m not sure you can(?)

- Pet peeves currently include the Tales Of series’s multi-part cutscenes. It’s started already and I know it will get worse (i distinctly recall latter parts of this game where I had to fly between characters in different cities collecting cutscenes before I could move onto the next dungeon) But, yeah- I’m at a bit of a loss here because, while I like open exploration game worlds where you walk between different locations and vastly prefer this to games that teleport you between battle stages (ie Sonic Adventure 2, Disgaea) there is a lot of retreading old pathways in Abyss (as there was in Legendia) trying to negotiate between different talking heads. Like... I saved my game going up the tower at Coral Castle, intending to walk into a boss fight. And then a cutscene happened, during which I was teleported three loadscreens back in the direction I came from for another cutscene. And then I had to manually walk back the same exact route and save again, before another cutscene and finally the battle. What’s the rationale behind not just making that one big pre-battle cutscene with the travel included/implied? Maybe the fact that they DON’T HAVE A CUTSCENE/SKIT SKIP BUTTON which is another pet peeve, mind you. Another example is when you get to Luke’s home in Baticul and have to run back down to the port to retrieve the scrolls that the maids threw out, and then climb back up to his house again. It’s not like anything exciting happened on the three different elevators I took between those two points. It’s not like I don’t know what the trip between those points looked like - I just came from the port. There’s no reason not to just have it be automatic. Even attempts to reduce this - the wing bottle - are frustrating in their setup. By requiring me to spend money and keep inventory in order to use the teleport function, they are incentivising me to /not/ use the teleport function. They’re requiring me to spend money to /avoid/ doing something boring. And that’s, idk, kind of unnecessary and shitty? Like, usually in a game I want to be spending money in order to unlock new features and content and have more fun. Not to, like, avoid playing parts that I’ve played already. idk, because i do realise that streamlining some of these moments would require alterations to cut down some of the movement in the plot - and ultimately I think flying between cities to talk with different people before acting isn’t bad or unrealistic plot wise. buuuut, even if some of the multi-part cutscenes need to stay for this effect, even if not all of them could have been streamlined into a more direct line of action and travel, even if not any specific moment of this travel is unbearably awful, it still frustrates me that this clearly wasn’t even a priority for the devs.

[herstarburststories]

Attention ✘ Sebastian Smythe S ✘

✘ A/N: There! Sorry it got too long.

BY THE WAY: My computer isn’t working, I’m on my school’s computer right now :/ And having fun/stress about beach party! YAY!

I’LL POST A LIST OF YOUR REQUESTS TODAY OR TOMORROW! 

I don’t know if it’s really good, but/so hope you like it!

@lyss-91, thank you for beta!

✘ Request by @unapologetically-insane: Omg I love your Sebastian Smythe fanfics and smuts 😏 I was wondering if you could do an angsty/smut based off of the song Attention by Charlie Puth? And basically the reader broke up with Sebastian over something but now she feels bad and wants him back.

In the middle of my conversation with a remarkably attractive girl, I saw her, my not-so-lovely-but-still-lovely-ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Of all the parties in every millimeter of LA, did (Y/N) have to come right to the one I was at?

A smirk appeared on my face, of course she had to. Was probably going to any party with the mere hope of meeting me.

My brain begged for my eyes to check her out, and I let it. Focusing on her to study that body completely known by my lips. Fuck, how I missed her soft skin, her lips, her ironic gaze, all of her.

A red dress framed her body. Red. This had always been her favorite color, and it had followed her in the painting of her lips, and I noticed as she ran her hand through her hair carefully on her big fingernails that had scratched my back so many times.

My future one-night-stand continued to blab about dogs, bananas, college or whatever she was talking about. I nodded as I heard a brief pause, automatically assuming she had asked something.

I could try to remember her name, go back to the conversation and get a great night. However, my attention, and excitement, was directed at someone completely different. Too late, girl with no name.

I spent 10 seconds trying to find the girl who had vanished from my sight like smoke in the overcast sky, no sucess yet. Finally, I saw (Y/N) next to me, her usual wry smile on her lips. My icy heart tended to melt just a little at the sight of her, and I let out a grunt in denial. (Y/N) had chosen to do away with it, I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I was being strong, holding my feelings as close to my throat as possible, never letting them pass and show. She didn’t deserve this, and I certainly didn’t deserve it.

“Yet without subtlety on looking at me, Sebastian.”

“Dieu es une femme.” I smiled a half-moon smile, showered with shared irony, taking care of my features when reciting an old saying. “And she wears red.” Added.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, but she was too proud to let the conversation end here and lose our little game. I knew it, and so did she.

“I bet it this red which gotcha your attention ever since I put my feet in. And not…” She gave Amber a disgusted look — oh, I did remember her name! — who was standing with arms crossed looking at the scene with a hilarious and indicative aspect of fury.

(Y/N) was right about that, the red of Amber’s overdressed dress was dull and just tightened her body to the point of letting me wonder if she really could breathe right in that. While (Y/N)’s was perfect for her.

In the past, (Y/N) considered me perfect for her. Would she throw the dress off too?

An ironic laugh floated through the air around me, making Amber think I was laughing at her and not the sadistic humor inside my head, which made her go away.

“You’re still sweet with women.”

“Says the girl who dumped me for no reason.” Ignoring the strange mixture of feelings that the person next to me was causing, I continued to converse in an ironic tone before an argument began. “By the way, how’s it you going to every LA party just to try and find me at one?”

I couldn’t decide if I hated or loved the laughter she gave.

“I think you’re deluding yourself a little too much, Smythe.” Irony had not abandoned her since the second she arrived. “I’m just having fun.”

“You throw dirt on my name so that I’d call you is a synonym for fun?” I shot (Y/N), staring at her seriously. Her light expression faltered, and I smiled. “Well, it looks like I’m not so deluded like that, món bébé.” I said her nickname in a wicked tone, but even so, those two little words rolled out of my tongue easier than I’d like to admit.

“I didn’t say bad things about you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, regaining a defensive posture. “I just didn’t speak good.”

I raised my eyebrow at that, about to give an answer, until I realized I didn’t have one.

(Y/N) was just standing there, staring at me after she’d said something remotely offensive. The small wrinkles on her forehead and her close eyebrows as she frowned declared that she was suprised by me still quiet waiting me to say something.

And I wanted to say.

I wanted to scream at her, wanted her to feel bad about what she did, wanted her to suffer. At the same time, I wanted to kiss her and make her mine again, remind her of how that was. I wanted (Y/N) to apologize, I wanted to love her.

And, in the last weeks, all I’ve been trying to do is not to love (Y/N). I used to think that loving someone was exhausting, but to stop loving is even worse.

Which made me sound completely stupid, like Lady Hummel. So I would never let those feelings and thoughts go into the outside world.

I was living well in my own hell, ruled by my only one.

And suppressing it all.

Because (Y/N) didn’t deserve for me to be sad, and I didn’t deserve to be bad for her. (Y/N) broke up with me because of her stupid jealous paranoia. Even if we came back, that would never change. Neither would I change my possessiveness.

We were made to go wrong.

But now, looking into her eyes, I wondered how something destined not to work could give me so many foolish feelings.

‘Cause I still didn’t answer - maybe, after all this time, I’d finally found my breaking point - and (Y/N) was watching me.

And she did the most beautiful and contradictory thing she could do; She smiled sweetly at me.

“You…” I tried to think of something to curse her, make her ill or make her quarrel with me, anything but what my tongue was begging for a chance to speak. 

“You’re the most complicated girl in the world.” I sighed in withdrawal, that was better than my subconscious wanted to do.

“And you’re the most arrogant guy in the world.” Again, (Y/N) was not going to make it cheap, of course, just like me. “But that’s why we’re good together, I guess.”

Fine, that had been like a shot and a straight ticket to paradise at the same time. Like Kurt in mute, but learning signal’s language.

“I… I’m sorry… I had a stupid crisis of jealousy. I miss you.” Before I could take it that (Y/N) had jumped her pride, my body waved goodbye to my conscious part and let my feelings pick up the reins: my lips were kissing hers hungrily.

Her thin arms curled around my neck, pulling me closer, our bodies making a dull thump as they collided.

Fuck, I’ve missed that.

I invaded (Y/N)’s mouth without asking permission, touching her tongue with mine aggressively. (Y/N) didn’t seem to care about that, about the contrary: the way her mouth contracted against my lips pointed out that she had let out a low moan, and that was what she needed to turn me on.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered against her lips in frustration, giving up restraining myself. I raised my head, leaving us face to face. Her victory was clear, I was an addict and needed my delicious drug.

“Just what you’re doing to me.” Before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, I was already pushing her into the bathroom by the wrist. I quickly locked the door as she checked the place to make sure there was no audience.

I approached (Y/N), agilely laying her over the ceramic sink. My lips followed trail down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting the place, aware that it would leave marks on her (Y/S/C) skin later.

And I wanted those marks, so that everyone would see that she belonged to me, even if only for one night.

Her legs wrapped around my body pulled me closer, making my lower parts touch hers over our clothes. It caused me a growl and a strong bite on her neck, which made her moan loudly.

I quickly pulled myself away from her and opened the zipper of her red dress, that dress was a karma. And as I threw the piece of cloth on the floor, I realized that his whole body was my own karma.

(Y/N)’s small hands took off my shirt, and her cold fingers began the known journey on my skin, leaving a sort of electric ray through the parts she passed as my hands felt her straight curves.

“I want to prove you.” I stared (Y/N), capturing the moment her irises darkened and her pupils dilated, (Y/N)’s body language giving the confirmation I needed, but not the one I wanted. “Do you want it, babe?” I ran my fingers down her skin, noticing (Y/N)’s ragged breath. “Hmm …” I murmured as I touch (Y/N)’s intimacy over her panties. “You’re wet, why?” I kept moving my fingers over her outstretched panties, expecting her to say something, but I just got groans. I sighed in a false discontent, pushing the panties aside with one finger and shoving another inside her. “You have to tell me that, doll face. Or…” I moved my finger inside (Y/N) and she let out a moan, but I pulled it out quickly, pulling away from her then.

“Sebastian Smythe!” (Y/N) exclaimed angrily, I bet she would kill me if she found the strength to stand up.

“You have to tell me, (Y/N), why are you so wet?” I smirked, wanting to hear her words.

“I’m like this because you did it to me, Sebastian. And I need you to just come and work it out!” (Y/N) admitted in an angry tone and I laughed, approaching her again. I got to my knees as I played in her pussy with my fingers, loving how wet it felt.

“You want me to go down on you, princess?” I put one more fingers in, making her body arch. “Do you want me to prove you?” She gasped.

“Y-yes.”

“Beg.”

“What?” (Y/N) stared at me, and I smiled as I met her eyes.

“Beg.” I smirked, (Y/N) would never beg for anything, except this. What made me more excited and need for her words. “Now.” As I caressed her clit with my thumb. She let out a wailing groan, making me smirked even more.

“Please, Seb!” She cried like music to my ears. “I need you, I need you to make me cum. I need you to go down and make me yours.

“Good girl.” I smiled contentedly, then headed down into it. I placed my tongue inside one of my favorite parts on her body, delighting in the precum there. I kept licking it hungrily until (Y/N) was close. I added a finger, two inside her, which made her body tremble. I continued to delight myself there for another minute. 

Feeling my hair being pulled by (Y/N)’s hands as her legs opened and my head was pushed against my particular paradise.

Determined to end her pleasurable pain, I licked (Y/N)’s clit as I thrust four fingers into her, (Y/N) screamed and, before she came, I turned my mouth to the place it belonged, swalling every drop of her taste, the best taste in the hole world.

(Y/N) never need to warn me when she was about to come, I always knew.

“I hope you’re not tired.” I said after a few seconds of just hearing her breath catching. (Y/N),smiled at me as I licked my lower lip, which still had the taste of her.

“I’m always ready for you, love.”

Love.

Those two syllables together caused an earthquake inside me. She couldn’t call me that anymore. We were not even close to loving each other.

She wasn’t even close to loving me.

All the anger and frustration ran through my veins faster than my blood. How could (Y/N) have played so low?

I felt confused, deceived, angry, sad and yet in love. Love fucked me, and I had to discount those feelings somehow.

“You’re not coming home with me tonight.” Stated the obvious to (Y/N), staring at her treacherous eyes. Her expression dropped, and a part of me felt pleasure to at least give a taste of the pain I was feeling to the girl in front of me, in counterpoint, another part just wanted to hug her and forget what had happened.

How did I get myself like this? She messed up my life, and I allowed it.

“Sebastian, I…” I started to open my jeans and take off my shoes with my feet. My boner was starting to hurt, screaming for attention.

“You what, (Y/N)? You love me?” I laughed in irony as she lowed her head. But, of course, (Y/N) continued (Y/N), which meant that she got it up the same two seconds later, ready to reply.

“It was a mistake, Sebastian, I already apologized, you know I never meant for that to happen.” I finally got off all my clothes, though (Y/N) refused to look at my body, determined to prove her point of view.

“Maybe.” I smirked, approaching her. “But, doll face…” I gripped her waist at the same time as I pushed my body forward, entering hard and fast inside her. (Y/N) screamed in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, quickly finding support on my shoulders and squeezing them. Just being inside her gave me a increditable pleasure. “You never wanted my heart, either.” I hit her once more deeply, receiving her yelling groan as my only answers. Her hand found my back in a dance known for both of us. “You just want attention.” I waited three seconds, my heart pounding in my chest for the situation and the burning desire that her smart mouth would deny my words, but she didn’t.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) didn’t deny her non-love for me.

I tightened my grip on her waist with even more strength, my hips moving accurately fast, making us both moan loudly between our lips. Her fingernails, as expected, scraped my pale back without mercy and I kissed her mouth in a continual anguished despair. One of my hands traveled to her boobs, playing with her nipple, which made (Y/N) sigh and arch her hip even more toward my cock. As I returned my kisses to (Y/N)’s neck, in a way too long for the good of the two, I felt her perfume against my nose; Regret, sweet and strong at the same instant.

Finally, I reached her breast, letting my other hand squeeze one while I used my mouth and tongue to play with the other. The groans that came from (Y/N)’s mouth were more than obscene, making me hard than I already was.

Pulling away from her boobs, I found myself in need of feel her mouth against mine again, but (Y/N)’s refused to turn from my my shoulder, giving small bites and quick kisses toward my neck.

I knew what she was doing. (Y/N) always had something for my freckles, she loved kissing each one of them, and her favorite was on my neck.

She reached her goal, making me sigh as I felt her bite followed by a suck in one of the most visible places in my body. (Y/N) has always loved marking her territory.

I had to come, now. I felt it in my particules, I needed it more than I needed oxygen, I had to release my anger and anguish somehow, before they took over my whole body like a snake venom.

Started to run my finger down her clit as I captured her lips, moving my hips in sync with hers.

“That’s what you expected, wasn’t it?” Growled angrily against her inviting lips, sucking her bottom lip before she could answer me. I increased the rhythm of my hips and rubbed (Y/N)’s clit more, looking at her contorted face of pleasure that second, and that was enough to make me come inside her.

The cry of deliverance that (Y/N) gave next reminded me of when she was mine.

And that she would never be again.

[thran-duils]

She’s a Vamp

TITLE:  She’s a Vamp (Femme Fatale, Part 2) PAIRING: Reader/AU Mobster!Castiel SUMMARY:  In 1920s Seattle, Castiel runs an underground alcohol trade, soon too open his own speakeasy, and dabbles in loan sharking. He has eyes set on the reader, who enjoys a good chase and having a man wrapped around her finger. Castiel was getting himself tied in tightly and despite her best efforts, the reader was doing the same. WORDS: 2,006

Also, I tagged everyone from the King!Cas fic. I separated ones from that who were on the “Castiel” tags before or requested to be on there. Please let me know if you want to be added to the permanent Castiel tags or not!

Part 1 || Part 3 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

The party had come to a close and Castiel retired to his parlor with a couple close friends. Castiel had kept himself in check most of the night, only reaching a buzz and riding the waves of that rather than diving deeper into full drunkenness. Now, he let go, pouring himself a healthy glass of brandy and settled down into a chair, taking a large swig.

“I see you were speaking to Y/N again,” Sam commented, swirling his brandy.

There was a noticeable change in Castiel’s demeanor. A fleeting smile on his face before he straightened and answered, “I was.”

“I heard she snubbed you about living here,” Sam said, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a drink.

Sighing, Castiel responded, “She is comfortable where she is. It is understandable.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow and said, “I was more so commenting on your insinuation that you wanted her to live here with you.” Castiel looked confused by his statement and Sam elaborated, “You’ve only just met her.”

“I met her in August. It’s the end of November.”

“And she’s ignored you the most of that time.”

Castiel retorted, “She’s accepted every invitation I have given her.”

Sam tried another angle, “How much do you know about her?”

“Quite a lot.”

“He’s invested a lot of time into that,” Dean stated sitting down in the chair closest to the fire. Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. “I admire your persistence. I don’t think she’s ignoring you. She’s responding as she’s been conditioned to. Slowly and flirtatiously.”

“It’s agonizing to watch, my friend,” Sam said, taking another drink.

Castiel responded smartly, “Then don’t watch.”

Dean snorted at this and Sam even gave a little smile of amusement at it. Dean chimed in, “Sam’s just watching out for you. You are jumping in quite quickly, which granted, I’ve been guilty of too. But…”

“But what?”

“She’s a vamp,” Dean said to Castiel, holding his cigar out towards Sam.

Castiel shot him a look as Sam corrected taking the cigar from Dean, “The epitome of femme fatale.” He took a deep inhale of the cigar, letting it out slowly.

Shifting in his seat, Castiel moved his eyes between the pair of them, looking irritated. “She’s flirtatious, yes. She’s also adventurous and has plans for herself. She’s part of the new generation of women, she’s got dreams. I will allow her to figure out how she wants to pursue those in a reasonable amount of time. But, mark my words, she will be my wife.” He took a long drink of his brandy, keeping eye contact with them, gauging their reaction.

“That’s confident,” Dean snorted.

Sam said, “You’re carrying a torch, Cas.”

Dean shot back, “I wouldn’t even say that. I would say he’s head over heels!” Sam nodded in agreement.

Castiel’s feathers were ruffled, it was obvious by his set jaw. Dean, again, jumped in to save ship, “Well, at least one thing is for sure. She isn’t only into you for your dough. Otherwise, she would have already moved in and spent half your fortune.”

“Exactly. So, lay off,” Castiel told them. “Now, are we going to play cards or what? I’ve tired of this conversation.”

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“You’ve been on multiple dates with him, what are you waiting for?” Margaret questioned you quietly as the two of you searched through clothing racks.

Shooting her a look, you taunted, “You shouldn’t be encouraging me to be sinful, Marg. What would your parents think?” You picked up a blouse, hanging it delicately over your shoulder to not wrinkle the material.

“Oh, come off it!” Margaret chuckled, following you to another rack. “I mean, is everything going alright? Do you even like him?”

“Of course I like him.”

“Then why not allow him in more? And you know what I mean.”

You looked around the room to see if anyone was close and when you saw the coast was clear, you leaned in, “I’m planning to, if you really need to know.”

“When?” She asked exasperated.

“The weekend. He is taking me to the San Juans.”

Margaret’s mouth fell open and hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Parker?”

Immediately she blushed giving you a little shove in the arm. “That’s a secret!”

“A secret you didn’t even tell your best friend!”

“I’ve told no one! How did you even –”

“Please, the way he looks at you and you back at him. It’s a soap opera, really. One could figure it out if they only took a few moments to analyze the situation.”

Margaret cleared her throat and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, openly embarrassed you had figured it out. Smirking, you tapped her cheek, “I think it’s a fine match. You’re doing alright for yourself.”

The smile on her face was shy, “Are you sure?” You nodded and her face broke out into a wide smile. “Come. Now that you’ve wiggled your way into it, I’ll tell you about it over coffee.”

“Can you spot me a few clams for coffee?”

“I wouldn’t have to spot you if you would just stop dragging Castiel around,” Margaret replied haughtily and you rolled your eyes, smiling at the fact that you had walked right into that one. She pulled out her wallet just the same for you though as the two of you walked up towards the register. “My only condition is that you give me all the details when you have some tea to spill.”

You crossed your heart, “I promise.”

<> <> <>

“I’ve got to see a man about a dog,” Castiel told you before he pushed himself out of the booth. You smirked at him amused and he tossed you a sheepish grin, “I guess I don’t have to be inconspicuous about it here.”

You pointed out, “You wouldn’t be inconspicuous if you said that outside of here either. All the coppers know what that means by now.”

“True.”

When he walked away, you picked up your drink and sipped the rest of it remaining in the glass. He had invited you to his speakeasy, just as he had promised, as soon as it opened. The whiskey was top notch and the atmosphere was lively. Sometimes you thought he was spoiling you too much for what you gave out – which had been next to nothing other than your company and attention – and yet he always seemed thirsty for more. The two of you were leaving for the islands in the morning and despite the early morning, you were excited to drink tonight with him.

Suddenly, you noticed a man sitting across the way, trying to make eye contact with you through the crowd. He was not being subtle about it either and you smirked inwardly, the sudden need to play games bubbling up in you. The way he was looking at you wasn’t simply as if he was interested, it was lewd. As flattered as you were, you knew other women wouldn’t like the intense stare so you decided to teach him a lesson while simultaneously rousing Castiel’s need.

Pushing yourself out of the booth, you cut your gaze from him over to the wall where there was a collection of records to choose from. You hopped up on the built-in bench on the wall and pulled a few in front of you, examining them. As you expected, you felt the air move in front of you and knew that the man had joined you. You suspected he had not seen you with Castiel, otherwise he would not try to approach you.

“Looks like your drink is empty.”

Looking up at him, you responded flirtatiously, “I have quite a habit of emptying them.”

The man looked amused by this and asked, “What could I get you, doll?”

“You sure you want to go down that path, honey?”

“You got something you need to warn me about?”

“A lot of jealous exes.”

Chuckling, the guy leaned in, his eyes drinking you in, “I’m sure. But, I think I can handle a couple jealous exes, sweetheart. I would love to go down a path with you.”

My, my, he was confident. Your fingers twirled around his tie and you smirked devilishly, placing the records down with your free hand. Grinning, you pulled him down and his lips landed on yours. He seemed taken aback for a second before he fell into the kiss, shifting closer and placing a hand on the wall by your head. His other hand ran up your thigh, circling patterns.

“Oh,” you gasped slightly, pulling away from him. His eyes were hungry, dilated with arousal and you apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I must have just –”

His hand left your thigh, touching your jawline, tracing it. “You must have what? Come on, doll, don’t play coy. You don’t have to be ashamed. I for one, am happy that you did that –”

You heard the unmistakable deep growl from behind him and you smiled, leaning back on the bench. “Сними свои руки!”

Giving him a quick smile, you told him, “Oh, yeah, and I had a warning about that.”

The guy’s eyes widened slightly and he turned around meeting Castiel face to face.

“Beat it!” Castiel snarled at the guy.

With his ego on the line, the guy straightened up and asked, “You really think I’m going to let a foreigner tell me what to do in my own country?”

Castiel stepped closer, his eyes intense. You smiled at his intensity, feeling your stomach flutter, wanting nothing more than to have him take you right then and there.

“This foreigner owns this place. This foreigner runs the vory in this county. And this foreigner is telling you to get away from his woman and get the fuck out of his establishment unless you want to get your head caved in.”

The man’s demeanor had deflated the more Castiel spoke and he cleared his throat, looking at Cas nervously. He finally stammered, “Well, you need to tell your woman to not go around kissing random men!”

He shot you a pissed off look before storming off and heading towards the door. Your eyes followed him and you smirked at his retreating back, satisfied with how that conversation had gone.

When you turned your gaze back to Castiel, he looked a mixture of confusion and irritation. “You kissed him?”

You tutted, reaching out and taking your drink from him, “Cas, I was only trying to get drinks.”

At this admittance, Castiel’s eyes flashed, going from concern to anger in a matter of seconds.

“You’re on a date with me, цветок! If you want a drink ask.”

“He was being a creep. You should have seen the way he was staring at me. It was insulting really that he even approached me. But, I taught him a lesson – with your help – and hopefully he won’t go around preying on women like that for much longer.”

Castiel moved closer to you and you felt cornered against the wall. Yet, all you could feel was the flame burning hotter inside you, knowing you had struck a nerve with him. You looked up at him innocently, flicking the cigarette into the ash tray, keeping eye contact with him.

“The only man you pay attention to is me, da?”

“What if I got places to be?” you teased him.

Again, Castiel’s eyes flashed and he told you in a low, rumbling voice, “The only place you’re going to be is on a bed, pinned down. Do you understand me?”

That was bold of him and you were turned on by his assertion. Smirking, you nipped at his nose, a wide grin on your face. “Is that a promise?”

“Да, маленькая пчела. I promise.”

He couldn’t resist you.

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Сними свои руки -- Snimi svoi ruki! (Get your hands off her!) Цветок – tsvetok (Flower) Да, маленькая пчела -- Da, malen'kaya pchela. (Yes, little bee)

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[designationpinknoise]

Can I get Jealous Rung, Tarn,Cygate,Prowl and Rodimus with a F!Techno organic reader and their Ex?

I’m to assume the Ex wants them back? Well, okay then let’s do this!

●◆■▲▼◆●Rung: Holo-avatar!

Bless his spark for all those years psychology classes for training him at hiding his emotions. Because right now? he was about ready to call Ten or Fort Max to “take care” of his unwanted guest. Said guest being your Ex. Who the two of you ran into while on a date on one of the human’s space colony stations. He invited himself along and kept, trying to get your attention away from the bespectacled Avatar.

who was certain, your Ex had Narcissistic personality disorder and sadly still had feelings for you as he was doing a poor job at getting you back.

“So, what Ring collects models or something?” the human snorted as he eyed the air plane model he just bought, His avatar’s lips twitched as you gave your ex a tired look.“it’s Rung, and he’s Psychologist.”

(Ex/n)’s pinky twitched Rung observed this everytime Ex/n paused to think “So, he around dangerous psychopaths all the time?” he put on a “concerned” front, Rung hummed as your ex went on a heroic rant.

about how he didn’t feel safe knowing you were exposed to that, and how one of his Nutcases could snap and harm you! Rung ignored the rant, however he did react to your Ex motioning like he was going to touch you,

“Forgive my intrusion, but could you please back away from my Girlfriend. I don’t feel safe knowing she’s being exposed to you.” Your Ex made a sour face as Rung went on to psychoanalyze them. whose eye twitched as Rung hit the mark and some nerves.

“I been watching you body language and ticks the entire time since you invite yourself toOUR date. and have come to a diagnosis, You are either a Sociopath or suffer from NPD, OCD and possible Bi-polar disorder, Now there are ways to help you. so, you can live a semi normal life.”

“Semi normal? what the hell else do I have?”

“Simple Nutcase, there’s no cure for douche baggery… Come along Y/n, Rodimus wanted us back on the ship five minutes ago.”

“Tsk’ whatever, she’ll know what she’s missing out on!”

Ex/n huffed trying to save his wounded pride as (y/n) walked next to Rung who looked down a the [your height] Techno-organic who was smirking at him. “What?” The (h/c) just giggle “Nothing, just you’re kinda sexy when you’re jealous~♪” the Psychologist’s glasses fogged up as his girlfriend dragged him back to the ship.

●◆●◆●◆●◆●Tarn:

He was watching *stalking* his girlfriend as she walked around an alien market place.

To make sure no one bothered her, considering the whole place had seen her and Tarn walk off the DJD’s ship? Needless to say she could take and do whatever she wants and no one could really stop her unless they wanna deal with Tarn.

Who was currently wandering behind her, when someone called out to them “{Y/n!} hey” Tarn’s optics narrowed as His Girlfriend’s face soured at the approaching male organic. whom everyone gawked at like he was lunatic {Ex/n} what the hell are you doing here?“ the T.O. femme hissed as Tarn was slowly getting closer.

"Is that any way to speak to your Fiance?”

“Ex Fiance, it was an arranged engagement and I turned you down.”

“That’s not what your father-”

“My father can go to hell! I’m not going anywhere with you, besides I’m already with someone who appreciates me for me and not my money and lineage” “Oh, really and where is this mystery man? because all I see is trash-” the color in (EX/n)’s face drained as a shadow loomed over him “Meet Tarn, my Boyfriend. Tarn this is the one I told you about. the boy who abandoned me in space.”

Tarn’s optic’s narrowed the “the one who beat you and gave you that scar on your face?~” the purple and black mech hummed joyfully as Y/n nodded he eyed the tiny organic male who fell on his ass.

Tarn reached down and plucked him off the ground.and started juggling him “Oh, been waiting for you.” he purred looking down at his femme “I hear you earthlings have a saying… Eye for an eye was it?” The T.O. girl nodded she smirked when Ex/n let out a unmanly shriek as Tarn made it seem like he going to drop him; only to be caught at the last second.

“Well I have something like that in mind when we introduce him to others come along dear.” (Y/n) smiled as they walked back to the ship guess she’ll tease him about being jealous later…

■▲▼▲■▲▼▲■

Poly Cyclonus and Tailgate:holoavatars

Both Cyclonus and Tailgate were worried about (Y/n) she was late for their date or “family outing” they looked like a couple and their child. Cyclonus hummed as Tailgate started rattling off scenarios, like kidnapping, being ill or lost! the baby-like avatar started crying. Cyclonus told him to calm down when they caught sight of their Girlfriend who seems to have attracted an unwanted male guest.

the two mechs felt a wave of protective instinct and jealousy wash over them as the man was getting too close for their liking. Cyclonus growled and marched over to the Techo organic and mystery male, who put his hand on her only for (y/n) to slap it away.

“Don’t touch me! I told leave me alone! (Ex/n)!”

“Look, I’m sorry for cheating on you with your cousin, can’t we just start over? I miss you.”

“Go set yourself on fire!”

“baby come on! Don’t be like that.”

He made a made a move like he was going to grab her again, only for a tall woman holding a baby to block slap his hand away with a riding whip.“Ow! what the fuck?” Ex/n hissed holding his arm as he glared at the mystery woman.

 Who ignored him “Cy…uh,Camilla? Tali? what are you doing?” The purple haired woman scanned her for any injuries, before zeroing on a small bruise on her wrist before smacking Ex/n again.“What’s your fricken problem lady?!” the organic snarled.

Cyclonus just gave him a look that could boil steel, “My problem is you harassing my girlfriend.” his avatar’s red-brown eyes narrowed at a gob-smacked Ex. Tailgate reached out to his T.O. girlfriend she calmly took him in her arms he hugged her.

“What the hell? you’re gay?!” [Y/n] frown as her Ex pointed at her and her “Girlfriend” who just smirk and wrapped an arm around her waist “so, what if I am? at least they’re faithful and make me happy.” her Ex grimaced walked away with his tail between legs.

Tailgate and Cyclonus spoke over each other “who was that guy?”“did he hurt you?” The techno organic, looked between both her boyfriends then“He was a mistake and no, not anymore.” the two mechs hummed as the rest of the day went off without a hitch. 

though (y/n) was a little confused when a crudely drawn picture of Ex/n being used as a volleyball by Whirl and Cyclonus appeared on her hab-suite’s fridge the next day.

●◆●☆●◆●Prowl

When Prowl is jealous he gets quiet and stubborn, such as the situation is right now (Y/n) and Prowl were on a drive when they stopped at a coffee shop. The Techno-organic was half way inside when a unknown male called out to her, the police felt a ball of ice form in his fuel pump as the guy talked to HIS femme like he knew her…

His mirrors adjusted and followed the two as the entered the shop. (y/n) looking increasingly uncomfortable as time wore on, When they finally came out the tecno-organic made a beeline for the police car. but, was caught by the male who grabbed her elbow.

“Hey, wait up”

“Get off me!”

“Whoa! easy (y/n) I was gonna ask if you were busy later maybe we cou-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Ex, We are over what part of that don’t you understand?”

The male opened his mouth like he was going to say something, when a pair of arms wrapped around the techno organic’s waist.and she was thrown over someone’s shoulder.

before being put in the passenger seat of Prowl’s alt-form. his avatar got in and in a flash they were speeding off, showering (y/n)’s ex in dirty muddy water. “Damn Prowl you’re a real prick when you’re jealous.” his response was an annoyed grumble.

☆★★☆★☆★☆Rodimus:

Rodimus glared as (Y/n)’s EX chatted with her, He remembered her telling him about EX; he was a jerk he only dated her, to get a another girl jealous when it didn’t work he dumped her.

Rodimus’s avatar’s eye twitched as he heard (Ex/n) made a sob story about how he “missed” Y/n and how he was moron not seeing a good thing when he had it. Rodimus had heard enough and calmly went over to (y/n)’s table “can I help you?” Ex/n huffed at the tall brown haired man glaring at him.

Rodimus smirked grabbed Ex’s cup and dumped his smoothie all over the jerk’s head Ex stood up looking at his clothes then at the guy only to find him and (Y/N) gone and hastily scribbled on a napkin {Don’t mess with my girl!}

Outside Rodimus and (Y/n) were continuing their date walking back to his alt-mode before he stopped her.

“you won’t leave me,right?”

“where’s this coming from?”

“Well, the way you talked about him you seemed happy.”

“Yeah because I was picturing him getting struck by lightning! but, seeing a strawberry kiwi smoothie getting dumped on his head was even better.”

(Y/N) kissed him Rodimus smirked feeling proud of himself before (Y/n) giggled “Besides it was kind of fun watching you get all hot and jealous.~♪” Rodimus face turned red as he sputtered that he wasn’t jealous and needed to get back to the ship.

[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO A COCK ON THE WALL & ANITA’S PTSD

@ashuriphoenix

There is a cock on the wall.  ... that's what I took from this.  >_>;  (Was that strategically placed?  Honestly?  xD)

Heh, thanks for noticing! I placed it there to balance Roy's at the opposite end of the room, which if you squint is just visible behind the wall. It’s disappointing I know, but I have to keep some Naomi posts sfw!

@declarations-of-drama

'lies Naomi', ahh she reminds me of me :p

@justanothersimsblog

A) I want that dress...preferably for myself lol. B)  Maybe Amanda will wear the apron

I like to have Naomi rocking a bit of a femme fatale vibe, lulz. Maybe because Naomi puts the ‘fatale’ into femme :P

I also like the idea of Amanda in that apron, but sadly it would be all for nought. Amanda could be wearing a clown suit for all Alex is going to know. He will be blindfolded the entire duration. And probably not exactly cognizant of his surroundings either.

@my-simension

She looks gorgeous!

@karnzter

Maybe Miss Amanda's bringing in a good friend of hers to make things sultrier than the last *lenny face* xD

Amanda always brings some good friends with her. Most of them are made of either leather or latex or rubber and live inside her black leather suitcase ;=)

@willky12

Just kill him and be done with it ;D

@sims3hasstoppedworking

Lmao at "she lies" 😂 I love how she hates him by all her heart 😁

@miraakles

Ya know... I don't even hate Naomi cause she just creeps me the fuck out. Like can someone call a preacher? Alex is just so damn seduced, she's like a succubus.

@sweetnovember77

I have a difficult time feeling empathy for people like Naomi and Alex. People like Naomi and Alex appear to set themselves up for the worst.

I would be a bit worried if someone felt empathy for Naomi tbh! Alex might elicit some sympathy, but he really is too stupid for people to waste too much emotion on him.

@verylastusername

Holy shit

@sims3hasstoppedworking

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@dandylion240

Oh she's really lost it.

@romeo-and-simulet​

um...whoa

@buckleysims

Not what I was expecting! Woah. Great writing! I'm on the edge of my seat here. O__O

@owly-sims

Holy cow, I was not expecting that! :O

@krazyangelkat81​

Oh lord she's snapped...

@karnzter

*How to Get Away with Murder theme plays in the background* Shit. Fuck you, Austin! I knew you were trouble when you bumped into each other again! Anita better have a good unsuspecting place to hide the body

@hyperkaos

I'd say Austin's time as a therapist is over. While she is still psychologically confused and angry (and with good reason) it's time for her to get some real help. One thing's for certain, Anita won't ever be a pawn again.

@simmerjazen

Wow!!! Um...damn. Was not expecting that. I'm sure Austin wasn't either. He was barking up the wrong tree. Those are his screams and once she gets her mind right she'll realize that, but it'll be too late then.

@justanothersimsblog

Oh my! Im glad she reacted but...not this!

@prettyladybabies

at least the wallpaper is red already

@declarations-of-drama

HOLY SHIT! What happened to my tea-time easy reading? SHIT MON! BTW I have a blood mod if you need it :p

Thank you very much for the offer dear friend! I actually have all the blood and gore I can handle. But if anyone could tell me where I could get a cute little llama...:P

@pixelcurious

Oh my gods and little goddesses, I just remembered a guy I dated (briefly!) who reacted the same way when I DARED TO TALK TO A MALE FRIEND in his presence. I dumped his ass the next day. I had totally forgotten about that pos

Woah, seems like you dodged a bullet there! It also reminded me of Jojo being jealous of the way Mia pulled the handle on the coffee machine when she was working at the cafe. And once my b/f and I were walking past a pizzeria and some random guy behind the counter winked at me and my bf was instantly convinced he and I were having an affair. Men. Are. Dicks.

@winifredwoogie

He sounds just like my ex husband.  I wanted to do the same thing to him too.

@miraakles

This bitch thinks she has a right to stab everyone who yells at her?? Really? She better go to fucking prison, Austin was just yelling. No one can say for sure if he would've hit her or not. And you know what, fucking Austin was right. This bitch is not only a bitch, but a goddamn psychopath!

@miraakles

And yea one can blame PTSD. And maybe I would be more forgiving if I knew that after this happened she'd go get help and really focus on herself and her kids, but i've got no hope! Cause it's Anita!

@miraakles

Oh and just wanna say, apart from the usual Anita rant, this is seriously one of the best ways i've seen PTSD incorporated in a story. Really well done, as always! ^-^

@goatkibble

I knew she wouldn't/couldn't put up with his shit for long but...I hope she just scares the shit out of him & doesn't wind up in prison. Although it would solve her whole moving house problem.

@phyresimblr

Oh Anita. Please don't ruin it now...

@roseoakmoonsims

Well, that escalated quickly.gif

@willky12

I don't see no blood, so I refuse to believe it before I see the corpse. Can't say he didn't have it coming though ;D

@wannabecatwriter

I hope shr didn't kill him. Mostly because he's not worth going to prison for, in my opinion.

PRISON?????

@spladoum

Nice to see those anger management classes at work.

@blythelyre

welp! That didn't end so well for him...

@lifeasasim

I'm going to hell for laughing so hard at this. 😂 Sorry Anita, I underestimated you 😂

@sweetnovember77

I suspect Anita is carving a masterpiece.

@holleyberry

I don't know how I missed this post! D:

@immdreamz

Ohhh this gets interesting