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back2thebasics · 4 months ago

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Charlie Swan x Fem Reader - Target Practice

Hopefully you guys like it! It's my first time trying to write Twilight fanfic but I had lots of fun writing this so I would be down to make more in the future if there is an interest.

Charlie Swan X Fem Reader- Target Practice -

Summary: You work as a Private Investigator. You first met Charlie at a gun range and ever since you saw him for the first time, you can't stop thinking about him. He notices you right away, not being able to keep his eyes off of you, intrigued by you. One day, he finally musters up the courage to approach you and start a conversation.

Content: 18+, MDNI, sexual content, guns, oral sex, public sex, age gap,

WordCount: 4k

You had moved to Forks recently from a big city, looking for an escape from your stressful job as a private investigator. You had covered anything from cheating to much darker things that you were trying to forget about. You needed some time off, so you decided to switch things up and move to the small town of Forks, Washington. Not long after arriving, you discovered through a local newspaper that there was a gun range a few minutes out of town. The first time you shot a gun was for your weapon training course. It surprised you how easily you took to it and how you somewhat enjoyed the experience. The small rush of adrenaline and the focus required made your blood rush and made you feel alive. Luckily, you never required a gun for work, but you always kept one hidden in the glove box of your blacked out Mustang. The first time you went to the gun range, you had just wanted to check it out, but once there you felt stupid turning around. You entered the old looking concrete building, which almost looked like an old prison but smaller. You could already hear the loud gunshots, slightly muffled through the front door.

Once inside, you went up to the front desk, which doubled as a large gun locker. The old man leaning back in an old wooden chair polished a gun looking up at you. He put the rifle down and stood to greet you. You pay the admission fee and the rounds of ammo and you, as you enter the second section of the range where the targets are, you feel the old man's stare. He probably knows every single customer, but you are new here and also the only woman in sight. You feel pairs of eyes on you as you go to your assigned booth at the very back. That's when you see Charlie for the first time. He is in the booth right next to yours, his focus remaining on the target ahead. You find him handsome from first sight. He was just your type. A little older, rugged, strong looking, with a full head of dark hair and a nicely trimmed mustache. He seemed quiet, observant, but discreet. You caught him glancing your way as you settled in your own booth at the very back. As you prepped your gun, you felt his eyes on you again, lingering, but not constantly. During your first visit to the shooting range, he stayed silent but sneaked intrigued glances towards you when he thought you wouldn't to notice. You had good aim the first visit despite being a little rusty. His was near perfect, you noticed. He pulled the trigger like it was breathing to him, never straying too far from his intended target. He also looked detached a little while he shot round after round like he did this every Sunday. Did he? You thought to yourself. It was only on your way out that first night that you noticed a patch on his jacket telling you he was a cop and the chief of police of Forks.

The following two weekends, you made the trip to the gun range to shoot a few rounds, and you saw Charlie there each time. He seemed to allow himself to look at you more and more each visit, his gaze lingering longer than before. Then one day, he finally broke the silence at the end of a session.

“Where you from anyway? Ive never seen you around?” He asked as you were taking a break. You pushed back the large noise canceling headphones that you wore while shooting.

“I just moved here about a month ago. I’m from Seattle.” You explained, happy that he finally spoke to you.

“Ah, that explains it. If you don't mind me asking, how did you learn to shoot like that?” He asked, arching a brow slightly. The sight made you hold in a giggle.

“I'm a Private Investigator so the training came with the job but I ended up enjoying it so now I do it as a way to unwind, I guess.” You told him, looking up into his dark eyes. He nodded, as if finally able to solve the puzzle he’d been constructing in his head.

“Well, I have to say after me you might be the best shot in this town.” He chuckled softly, and the praise made your stomach do flips. You didn't think a random man’s opinion would mean so much to you, but you cared about what he thought of you.

“Well Chief, thank you. My name is Y/N.” You stuck out your hand for a handshake, not yet knowing his name.

“Please call me Charlie.” He shook your hand, giving you a warm smile. His touch lingering slightly on your smaller hand. His hand slightly calloused and rough felt warm in your grip. You both pulled away and went back to your own thing. He kept shooting a few rounds. You found yourself simply watching him for the rest of the session.

A few months later…

After settling in fully into the Forks' lifestyle, you noticed a few things. Charlie was everywhere, and everyone in town knew and respected him. He was also a very quiet, reserved man who was impossible to read at times. You always felt nervous talking to him for some reason despite his trustworthy reputation as the town's hero. You were sitting in the only bar in town. You rarely went out for drinks, but tonight you sat on a high stool dressed in a nice black jumpsuit. You took the time to do your hair and apply a little makeup, which was a rare sight. While you were lost in thought, a person suddenly occupied the empty seat next to you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Charlie sat with an ease that made you think this was his usual spot. You flashed him a smile that he returned.

“Yeah, what are the odds?” You joked back, knowing it was the only bar around for miles.

“You come here often?” You add in teasing him.

“Probably more than I should.” He joked back and gave the bartender a little signal. A few minutes later, a tall draft beer sat in front of him. Your cocktail sat half empty as you nursed it, taking your time to make sure you could still drive home after. The two of you sat and talked for a while, the time slipping by as easy conversation flowed effortlessly.

“I have this cabin up in the mountains with an outdoor practice range. I usually go up there with my buddies during hunting season, but I was wondering if you'd maybe want to go there to shoot. I mean you don't have to but if it interests you, I could um.. take you.” He seemed to get flustered by the proposition. Was he asking you on a date? “Yeah, that sounds great. I'm free next weekend.” Your answer eased his antsy demeanor, and he settled back into the stool, smiling at you, pleased.

“Perfect then. Ill pick you up and we can go.” He confirmed and the thought of going on a weekend trip to his cabin excited you more than anything had in the past 2 months .

The weekend came, and you felt like a teenager as you paced by your window waiting for his truck to pull into the driveway. The outfit you had spent hours debating was a functional but cute ensemble consisting of a pair of jeans, a black tank top paired with a soft Forrest green flannel, and a pair of lace up hiking boots. You heard the gravel crunch and then saw his truck slow to a stop. To your surprise, Charlie exited the truck and approached your front door. A loud but still polite knock sounded a few minutes later, and you had to stop yourself from running to the door like a love-struck teenager. Opening the door, you admired him for a moment. He had shaved, leaving only his signature mustache perfectly trimmed. He wore dark-colored jeans paired with a gray t-shirt and a faded leather jacket. He looked so handsome that you had to stop yourself from ogling too long and making things awkward.

“Ready to go?” He asked, flashing you a smile that almost took your breath away.

“Yeah, but I don't have a gun. Sorry, I forgot to mention that earlier.” You usually borrowed one from the range.

"No worries, I got you covered." He replied, smirking. Walking back to his truck and you followed instinctively. He opened the hatch of his truck to reveal a black trunk of some sort. He pulled it towards him and unlatched the cover to reveal a whole arsenal of firearms, from pistols to rifles.

There were loads of ammo and other things as well and you were relieved he came prepared. You were willing to simply watch him shoot if it had come to it. You climbed in the truck after Charlie held the door open for you. He drove the both of you into the mountains, the forest getting thicker the further you drove. You filled the silence with pleasant conversation. You couldn't remember feeling this comfortable with anyone on this level before meeting Charlie. He made you feel seen, safe and fuzzy inside. Like a warm roaring fire was slowly building within you every time you thought of him or saw him in town. Once you arrived at the cabin, he helped you out of the truck and gave you a quick tour of the property. He showed you around the little clearing where he had set up many targets of varying distances, sizes and difficulty. He seemed proud of his hard work as he walked you around, showing you all the little details he had thought of and engineered himself. He then brought you inside the cute little log cabin that had a small kitchen, bathroom and a single bedroom. The inside was decorated with memorabilia that had been collected over the years. The cabin had charm and you couldn't help but walk around appreciating all the little momentos that made the cabin feel alive. This place was Charlie's space and you could tell he had fun times here in the past with his friends.

“Its so nice Charlie, wow.” You told him, admiring the little metal fireplace in the corner of the living room. He saw you looking and approached to start making a fire. “You like it?” He smiled, crouching down to add logs to the fireplace.

“Yeah, I love it.” You replied, still finding more things to look at. Everything in here had a story behind it and you couldn't wait to ask him more about his different adventures.

“We can take a little break and eat before we go out to shoot.” He lit the fire and then stood to cross the cabin over to the fridge.

“You brought food?” You asked confused, not remembering a cooler of any kind. He open the fridge door and the fridge was fully stocked.

“I came up here yesterday to make sure we had food and other supplies we might need.” He pulled out a few things, placing them on the counter and closing the door once more. The thought of him going through all this effort for you made your belly warm and a rush of butterflies to flutter around. There was a tension in the air but it wasn't the bad kind. You went to his side to help him prepare the food. You made some steak and potatoes along with some steamed green beans.

“My daughter showed me how to cook. Without her I would still be eating tv dinners every night.” He laughed to himself, draining the boiling water from the potatoes carefully.

“You have a daughter? I didn't know.” There were still a few things you wanted to know about him and you were curious to learn more.

“Yeah, Bella, she doesn't live with me anymore. She has a husband Edward and they live together with their daughter, Renesmee. I go visit them as much as I can nowadays.” He seemed wistful but the love that shined in his eyes made it clear the level of affection he held for his daughter and her family.

“Hopefully, I can meet her one day.” You smiled at him warmly.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” He agreed, looking into your eyes, his dark pupils flaring slightly. He looked away, going back to preparing the food. Once you were both done, you sat and ate in a peaceful silence. Then it was time for some fun.

You fired round after round, enjoying the rare sunshine that made the day even more special. You had friendly competitions with Charlie, who liked to tease that you were cheating by distracting him. In the end you won fair and square and you celebrated by opening a beer and sitting tother in the clearing on a large fallen log. He smiled at you as you took a sip of your beer. You were a little sweaty, your hair clung to the back of your neck from the beaming heat of the sun. Charlie seemed lost in thought, so you broke the silence first.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly.

“I can't remember the last time I was this happy.” He said simply, and the words flared something inside you like the fire that was building before it came to a roar suddenly. It gave you the confidence you needed to say the words that had been on your mind for the past month.

“I like you Charlie.” The words came out in a single breath, softly spoken, making you feel vulnerable.

“You do?” He asked, looking at you with a fierce look of longing. His question seemed like it served for his reassurance. Like he couldn't believe that someone like you could ever like someone like him.

“Yeah, a lot.” You replied nodding, a small smile forming on your lips. You felt nervous, giddy energy bubbling inside.

“Fuck sweetheart, you sure? I am a lot older than you are.” He seemed to be having an internal battle. You did have a considerable age gap between you, but that did not stop the attraction that you felt. He was kind, charming, warm and considerate, along with incredibly hot, which helped.

“I know, but that doesn't change anything for me. If it doesn't bother you then it doesn't bother me.” You said softly, scared he would reject you after bearing yourself to him. He looked torn and intense, and it made you nervous.

“Listen, I don't want you to think I have ill intentions. I like you too, trust me. Shit, I don't remember the last time I felt like this. It makes me feel young again.” He swore and chuckled, shaking his head.

You felt hopeful, so you decided to take a leap of faith. You knew he would never make the first move, so you did. You leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to. He instead pulled in closer as well and your lips met his. The kiss started slowly as you sighed into the soft contact of your lips. His mustache brushed against your upper lip and you gently griped the back of his neck with your hand. The kiss grew more intense as he brushed his tongue against your bottom lip mid kiss. You opened up for him and let your tongue explore as well. You pulled back breathless and the both of you held each other's eyes. Heat was building low in your stomach, sending a pool of liquid to your core.

“Do you want to go inside?” He asked gruffly, his voice thick with desire.

“Yeah.” You led the way, standing from the log and feeling charlie follow behind you. Once inside, you couldn't hold back any longer and you almost pounced on him. Turning back to him once he closed the door and pressing him up against it, resuming the kiss you shared outside. It took him a split second to return the kiss, gripping your hips firmly with strong hands. He surprised you by turning the both of you suddenly so your back was pressed against the door. You released a small breath and looped your hands around his neck. He grabbed behind your thighs and lifted you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his torso.

The kiss continued fierce and passionate. Your hands gripped the back of his hair slightly, tugging the short strands between your fingers, earning a rough rumble from Charlie. The sound set another wave of lust to your core. You broke the kiss panting and looked into his blazing dark eyes that devoured you.

“Charlie, I need you.” You spoke the words sounding needy even to your own ears.

“Fuck sweetheart, are you sure?” He asked for your consent, his eyes hopeful but careful, making sure you felt comfortable.

“Yes, Ive never been more sure.” You answered with a small smile, knowing this was important to him.

“I don't have any, um, protection, darling.” His low, almost embarrassed voice made your heart swell. You stroked your thumb on his cheek. “I'm on birth control. It's okay.” You answered, soothing his worries.

You saw the restraint in him give in that moment as he carried you to the bedroom. You felt the excitement return, and you started peppering kisses to his jaw, down his neck, over the strong column of his stubbled throat. He groaned deep in his throat, a sound of pure male pleasure and it encouraged you. He set you down gently on the queen size bed hovering over you and leaning down to return the favour. He trailed kisses down your neck to your exposed collar bones, spreading kisses across them like he was appreciating every inch of your skin. You shivered with pleasure beneath his strong frame. He gently helped you out of the flannel you wore and then the tank top and jeans, leaving you in your underwear. Then you went to work on his clothing, shedding him of his layers until he was in his boxers and socks.

The two of you continued the frenzied kissing like horny teenagers because that's what you both felt like. He was hard and you could tell it was big. It excited you and your hand trailed down to pull out his large cock from the confines of his underwear. He let out a huff of breath and he groaned when you started stroking him slowly, teasing him a little. He sat back and pulled you up with him so you were straddling his lap. He expertly unclasped your bra, and the look of admiration and pure lust thrilled you. He spent time appreciating your breasts, kissing them, licking your hard budding nipples, and then gently nipping the tips with his teeth, sending you twitching of pleasure in his arms. He made another guttural sound of pleasure and then you were beneath him again. He was trailing kisses down your stomach, going lower and lower until he reached your soaking wet clothed mound. He peeled your wet underwear from your legs and flicked them on the floor. He looked up at you with an intense lustful gaze, his dark eyes asking before his lips spoke the words.

“Can I?” The question was almost whispered against your core, sending shivers up your spine. You nodded quickly, flustered. Your cheeks felt warm and your breathing was still a little erratic from the intensity of the moment. He dipped down to your slick folds and got to work, starting with slow teasing licks that made you crazy. Your hands instinctively flew out to grip his dark brown hair. You felt his facial hair brush against your inner thighs and it turned you on. He devoured your pussy like a starving man, with languid strokes of his tongue that increased in speed slowly, followed by slightly sucking on your sensitive clit. You pulled harder on his hair, releasing little moans and soft cries at the pleasure. He increased in speed and intensity until you felt the slow climb of your orgasm forming. It came like a crashing wave, strong and sure. The white hot pleasure peaking and sending you free falling of the ledge. Your legs shook as you came on his tongue, moaning loudly and releasing his hair to grip the sheets tightly with bunched fists. He pulled back after you were done riding the comedown of your dizzying orgasm.

“You taste so good, Princess.” He praised low and throaty from his own desire.

“Charlie, I want your dick.” The request left you without even thinking, you were still hypnotized from the rush of coming hard for him. He seemed pleased at the words and he pulled down his boxer briefs, his fully erect dick touching his happy trail. He was a good 7 inches for sure and the sight of him in his full glory made your mouth water. He positioned himself until he was lined up to your slick entrance and then, with a smooth slow thrust, he pushed in. The feeling of him filling you slowly was exquisite. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Fuck you're so tight.” He cursed under his breath as he started to test out a few thrusts. You moaned as he slowly picked up the pace. He braced himself on his elbows, caging you into him and sending his smell to flood your senses. He smelled faintly of pine and sweat and it turned you on more than any expensive cologne could. He fucks you deep, powerful thrusts and your moans increase in volume. He looks down into your eyes with lust, sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion. He lets out little groans and muffled curses as he fucks you.

“You're so pretty when I fuck you, sweetheart.” He coos, pounding into you and sending you close to a second orgasm already.

“Fuck yes Charlie.” You moan out his name, clutching the surrounding sheets in pleasure.

Your back arches and you feel one of his strong, calloused hands on the small of your back, holding you up and pressing your front to his chest as he thrusts into you fast and strong.

Your sensitive nipples rub against his hairy chest and it sends sparks of electricity through your body as you feel the peak of your second orgasm approaching. It rocks through your body and you pull him in for a needy kiss. You come while kissing him, breaking apart to moan out his name as you convulse in his powerful grip. Your toes curl, your back arching even more and then you come even harder than the last time. Your vision blurs a little as you come down from the high, still pressed close to a panting Charlie, who came at the same time. He pulls out slowly and then stands to grab tissues from the wooden side table next to the bed. He wipes you first, then himself. Then he approaches where you sit at the edge of the bed, watching him with a loving smile. He settles into the bed, pulling you close to him, and you cuddle with him in the drowsy post orgasm haze. His hairy chest serves as your pillow as you gently stroke his shoulder and then trail your fingers on his chest. You sigh happily.

“You know that was the best sex I've ever had.” He smiles down at you, flashing you with one of those breathtaking smiles.

“Me too.” You agree, smiling wider and then pulling him in for another kiss.

#fanfiction #charlie swan #charlie swan x reader #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight smut #Charlie Swan x fem reader #my fic #fanfics

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thedragonagebigbang · 3 months ago

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Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @AmmoniteFlesh | AO3: AmmoniteFlesh

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Top Eight People Having An Absolutely Soul-Destroying Time in This City: number four will KILL you!

Faust and Dema discuss The Bog, the power of deadlines, and Ghila “So, So Blighted” Mahariel

Dema: We're well into the writing and collaboration period now; how's it going? Are you excited? Are you in The Bog?

Faust: Oh my god, I am extremely in the Bog.

Dema: Any particular monsters in that Bog with you?

Faust: Well, I'm only just coming out of a massive writing slump that sucked away a lot of my ability to work on anything. But while I'm not nearly as far ahead as I would like to be, I've always worked best at the last minute (unfortunately lol). I feel confident that I can finish. The fic itself I'm actually feeling really good about! I like what I'm doing, I have like 90% of it in bullet points, there are some moments I'm SUPER proud of. It's coming together - I just wish it was doing so a touch more quickly!

Dema: Oh, are you me? (LOL I really really empathize)

Faust: Honestly, I'm in awe of anyone who doesn't work this way lmao

Dema: Same. What helped you emerge from your writing slump?

Faust: I'm not sure! Going easy on myself helped - sometimes you really just need to let the batteries recharge. Plus my artist sent some absolutely BANGER sketches and was just generally very complimentary about my writing, which is always nice. Also, just... lowering the standards I set for myself. Writing is also kind of my day job, so it's sometimes difficult to remind myself that this is the Fun Writing that does not need to be perfect.

Dema: Yeah, perfect really is the enemy of good. I'm so glad you gave yourself some grace and are back on the horse! What is your ideal writing environment? Do you have any rituals around it?

Faust: I love writing in a cafe, if I've got headphones to cancel out the noise. It just feels so indulgent? Here I am, getting my work done over a hot chocolate, people-watching – makes me feel very artsy lmao. I'm trying to get better at bringing more of that energy home, though, because I cannot afford to write at a cafe every day. 😅 Usually I do two pages of journalling first, to get all the noise out of my brain so I can focus. Then it's pomodoros all the way!

Dema: I also love cafe writing! And the pomodoro method, for sure. How long do you usually write in one go? Or is it varying a lot?

Faust: It varies a lot - sometimes I only manage one 25-minute burst and then I get distracted. Other times I go for several hours. The reason I decided to do the Big Bang in the first place was that having a deadline makes me waaaaay better at actually sitting down and getting words on the page - that external structure is so, so helpful.

Dema: I agree! Are you pretty used to writing longer-form fic like this, or is the Big Bang stretching your wordcount?

Faust: Yes and no? I have my extremely in-progress longfic, which is currently sitting at about 25k words, but that's literally it. I've worked on long-form stuff a ton, but actually completed very little of it - again, because I struggle a bit without external structure. I've cheated my way into feeling more comfortable with my DABB fic by writing something that's kind of a long-form piece and kind of a collection of shorter pieces. This nefarious plan to make me less intimidated by the prospect is working great so far!

Dema: Is your longfic a DA fic?

Faust: It is! It's an Origins retelling featuring my Mahariel, Ghila - who is extraordinarily Blighted and just generally does not have a good time. It's actually the first DA fic I ever wrote and the first fic for anything that I published, so it's very very close to my heart.

Dema: Can you tell me more about Ghila?

Faust: I AM ALWAYS READY TO INFODUMP ABOUT MY GIRL/AMBIGUOUSLY GENDERED ENTITY! Ghila was the result of me looking at how Mahariel has to travel all the way from the Brecilian Forest to Ostagar while Tainted and going 'oh, you should by WAY more fucked up by this'. She almost dies of the Blight, gets saved by the Joining in the nick of time, continues dying of the Blight but more slowly, until Avernus is finally able to stabilise it. She then steadily gets more and more Darkspawn-like, unlocking some cool spooky powers along the way.

She's also just so, so full of love - and full of rage for how the Dalish have been mistreated. Her opinion of the world is very cynical, but she does her best to make it better anyway. A lot of her arc is about trying to find a way to exist and survive in a world that hates her - both because of her Dalish-ness and because of her newfound monstrosity. And she does get there in the end, but it's a long and bitter road. I have so many feelings about it.

Dema: I am adding immediately to cart, haha! She and your fic sound super interesting.

Faust: Thank youuuuuu 🥰 I'm Love Her

Dema: Is Origins your favorite installment of the franchise, then?

Faust: It's my favourite to write fic for! Favourite full stop is probably DA2 - I just love the characters, the small setting, the tight scope of it. But Origins has a lot more missed opportunities and loose ends imo, just by dint of having more going on, so I find it much easier to dive into and play with!

Dema: In our last minutes, you may have seen that I'm titling these interview posts with a click-bait title 😂

Faust: Oooooooh

I'm gonna go with Top Eight People Having An Absolutely Soul-Destroying Time in This City: number four will KILL you!

Dema: L O L amazing!

Faust: why thank you 😄

Dema: And it has been delightful interviewing you, thank you for taking the time! I hope you have a fantastically productive writing week.

Faust: No worries!!! It was super fun, thank you for doing these.

#fandom big bang #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #2024 interviews #writer interviews

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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[Again its very sappy] Very good, very good, very good!

So, to keep everyone from getting cavities, let's move the stage:

A food court in a shopping mall - because I doubt those were a thing 500 years ago and Mac doesn't want to stay at home all day.

A place with actual food and plenty of people to, ahem, snack on - what more could this monkey want?

And with juicy new future food, well, it seems like a good day, especially this thing called a 'burger'-

"Ehem!"

The glamoured six ears twitch at that, and his head swivels to the source of the sound to see...some human woman? He's not too versed on modern days fashion, but the clothing does look nice, Mac supposes.

The women gave them a look of disgust and pointedly asked at the darker monkey, "Should you be eating that with your weight?"

SWK is ready to go on the defensive (relationship in shambles or not, no bitch will be allowed to run her mouth like that at his Moon! Especially when he's pregnant!), but Mac calmly stands up, keeping eye contact with the woman. Then he grabs the big juicy burger and starts eating it in big bites, ripping with his sharp teeth, while still keeping eye contact. Unflinching and steady.

Whatever bravado the woman had was diminishing faster than a whole orchard of heavenly peaches with SWK in the area.

With the final bite down, Macaque then very widely and very toothily smiled.

Ever seen a rhesus macaque's (the species SWK and Mac are based on) chompers?

Mac used Intimidate! Wild Karen fled for the hills.

SWK meanwhile is 1/3 impressed at Mac's self-control, 1/3 amused at the spectacle, and 1/3 In Full Simp Mode.

Oh my, even separated from the au; Macaque really would be taken aback by how much food is available in the modern world. Like??? China has an infamous history of famine, and I could see Macaque not having a fun time roughing it when FF Mountain was burned. But now theres so much food that there's overabundance??

Wukong and Tang are def the ones that drag him to a food court/hawker centre to try out new dishes. Pigsy grumbled ofc cus; "I would've cooked you some if you asked."

Macaque: "But we have food at home???" Wukong: "I mean yeah, noodles. But have you ever tried street food? Or cheese tea? Or- OH man! You don't even know that Peach chips exist!" Macaque: "I once ate flatbread a man cooked using his own helmet. I stayed away from big cities when I could." :\ Tang, eyes already glazed with hunger: "Brace yourself then."

Cue Macaque having a brief sensory overload of smells (everything smells so good), sight (lots of things to look at), and Sound (so loud). Tang and Wukong are able to ground him enough so he doesn't leap away like a startled cat - noise canceling headphones quickly become Macaque's favorite modern tech. They find themselves a quiet corner of the food court to sample the wares of the modern world.

Macaque is cautious to try anything at first, but immediately gets enthralled by a regular ol' juicy cheeseburger grilling on a skillet - think of the burger thay made in The Menu. Meat, bread, and cheese? One sniff and he is off. It's like Homer taking the first bite of the Ribwich.

The other two are surprised how much he gets into it since he seemed to glance over the more traditional chinese street food places. Macaque is too busy having a religous experience with the first burger to realise that dips, sauces and other stuff can be put on them. They all end up campling outside the nearest McDonDons (anime joke) or local burger joint so Macaque can focus on one type of food for his first culinary expedition.

The a group of women sitting a table over make a catty comment about Macaque "not needing the extra weight" + "what is it with demons eating like that?". Tang is uncomfy cus he isn't sure how Macaque reacts to public rudeness, whilst Wukong is seconds away from going into defensive hero mode. Macaque just finishes his burger, teeth bared, without breaking eye contact with the women making the comments. Rude onlookers are terrifed, Tang is giggling to himself, and Wukong is in full "I love my terrifying mate" mode.

It becomes a ritual of sorts for them to take Macaque out for a new food each week as a bonding experience/enrichment. He ends up enjoying most things he can get his hands on, especially if said thing was originally on Wukong's plate >:) - Wukong complains but is secretly very much adores seeing his mate's more playful side. Macaque also develops a weird craving for cheese tea later in pregnancy for some reason.

Pigsy still proudly holds the title for the best noodles Macaque has ever eaten though.

#the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk shadowpeach au #shadowpeach #pregnancy tw #food tw #lmk au #lmk tang #Sun Wukong and Macaque are MK's parents #lmk tmkati au story events

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 8 months ago

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Answer the Questions and Tag 5 Fanfic Authors

Thanks for tagging @jrooc

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I’ve always been an avid reader and as a kid I wanted to be a writer so that was the start. I’ve been reading fanfic since i was in highschool, and I’ve had many different barely started fanfics started over the years but last year was the first time I was able to actually finish anything/taken it seriously. I think it just came down to college teaching me the last bit of discipline in my creative practice

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

Just Gallavich, but I’m very confident I will write destiel in my lifetime

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I published my first fic in September of last year!

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

it goes back and forth, when i enter a fandom i read fanfic voraciously but now i think i write a little more, its a balance between you can write the fanfic you want to read and you can read other peoples work to experience ideas you would never think of or just a different take on a familiar topic - both are good. I’m currently slowly going through and re-reading my old fics to get them ready to print and bind and its been a super fun process

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

I hope i’ve improved a lot overall lol the main thing i always want to do well is portray the environment the way i envision it bc the worlds of my fanfics are rich and beautiful in my head so i just want to get better and better at pulling people into that

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Not a ton of weird research, a lot of google maps-ing to get a better understanding of the layout of Chicago and understanding how far away states/cities are from one another (i’m american, just a weird bicoastal one)

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

literally any comment, all of them are amazing and i can’t believe people read what i write and actually like it ?!? beautiful and very novel

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

um - i guess ABO, i was originally going to publish mine all mine anonymously bc it was very cringe inducing and still kind of is but tbh when i read it back i was like- wait this is good, even if it’s weird.

psychopomp is also a weird story, the way i thought/felt about it while writing was deeply weird and all the the themes of death and decay and devotion and consummation as an allegory for love were intended to be dark and just- weird

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Emotionally introspective fics that also really study the characters are really hard and i dont know why I keep fucking writing them - after finishing the fic im writing now i have to shift to something more plot focused

its really hard for obvious reasons but i also feel like i am an extremely logic driven person with a very particular worldview and all these characters are more emotionally driven than me. so i have to work very hard to not write behaviors from my pov and my decision making but from a studied understanding of the characters - which might be a good thing idk

um also idk if it needs to be said but brevity is not my strong suit, i should probably work on that

10. What is the easiest type?

Fluff, just cuddling and pillow talk baby i love that shit, also idk if i write smut well but it def goes the quickest for me

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Pages app on my icloud - I write after work some days, on my lunch break and on the train ride home. Every so often ill wake up early on a weekend and be in the mood to put on my noise canceling headphones and write for hours, but thats not super often

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

uhh - we’ll see. my true crime au is def one i want to write but all my ideas for the plot are just too dark rn, so well see if i can get it to lighten up a bit

13. What made you choose your username?

tagging 5 writers: @callivich @mmmichyyy @iansw0rld @energievie @metalheadmickey

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infranuz · 2 years ago

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ii. a kiss for u ig || snap out of it

“arisu, don’t you think it’s a bit too early to start the day? It’s barely 8” you groaned as your brother woke you up to get ready for the long day ahead of you. if you were to be honest you were starting to regret dragging kuina and chishiya all day yesterday and coming home so late. but hey, you got to hang out with them for a while.

“not even, usagi wakes up earlier than you and she doesn’t complain” arisu was all ready to go but you could tell he still needed some sleep. “and how would you know that huh?” he stopped dead in his tracks after hearing your words “because.. she told me, yeah, you know the other day she came over” even he sounded unsure of his words.

he quickly changed the topic avoiding your question “anyway, what did you do yesterday since you came home at 1 am..” he walked back to the dining room, setting down a plate on the table for cereal. “not this again, i get it. I need to get home earlier because of how dangerous it is out there, blah blah” you heard it all from yesterday's lecture he gave you about being out so late at night.

“[name], I’m actually asking what you did yesterday..” he stared at you confused “oh.. well, we went to cafes, malls, specially the ones with bookstores in them, chishiya bought me some books as a welcome back gift” you smiled recalling the events from last night.

“so chishiya was the one that brought you” he could barely be heard as he crunched on his cereal. “yeah, man i should’ve taken a picture of him with his mittens” arisu suddenly spit out his cereal laughing. “YOU GAVE HIM THE MITTENS?!?” arisu giggled at the sudden image that popped up in his head

you could only laugh with him as he almost choked on his left over cereal in his mouth. conversation went smoothly after his little outburst of laughter, “are you done eating? usagi and karube said they’ll meet us at the park” arisu got up from his spot going to place his used plate on the sink to wash later.

or more like for you to wash later since he’ll normally forget and leave you to do the dishes.. “yeah I’m all done here, let’s go then I want to get back early” and truly you did, there was still some studying you had to do for an upcoming final you had for your classes.

arisu nodded his head and grabbed your apartment keys along with a small bag, a present that you helped him pick out for usagi. it was just a simple $100 perfume that she had been wanting for the longest of time.

you took the lead in walking out first, the sun's light immediately hitting your face. arisu took his time walking out and closing the door making sure it was locked. “this is why we need a car, sometimes I hate walking..” you silently whined, your legs still hurt from yesterday, sadly you would have to deal with it.

“well can you pay for one?” arisu looked at you with a mocking grin “shut up” you glared at him turning away. he laughed and turned his head forward once again.

for a couple of minutes it was silent as both of you stepped into the city’s busy streets. sometimes it was kind of overwhelming to be around so many people, yet, knowing your brother was right beside you lessened the feeling a bit. arisu knew this so he handed you his headphones to cancel out all the noise surrounding you. you silently thanked him, taking them and putting them on.

all the peoples talking voices were eventually drowned out by your music “omg by new jeans again?, don’t you get tired of listening to them over and over again..” arisu peeked over at your phone to see what song you played, thankfully you couldn’t hear him so you only gave him a confused look pointing to the headphones.

he realized his mistake and laughed dismissing his question, before you knew it both of you had arrived at the park where you both quickly spotted karube and usagi having a conversation. you could see how usagi turned her head when karube pointed both of you out.

you took off your headphones as you both approached them, the loud city’s noises were no longer audible. “arisu, name!” karube got between you two and hugged you both with a big smile on his face. you giggled, he would always do this when he had the chance. “hi karube” truly it had been so long since you had last seen the blond man.

you turned to usagi, which correction was a bad idea because now you had to see arisus horrible attempt at flirting. you pushed him away as you greeted usagi “USAGII” you launched yourself at her, “name!!” she opened her arms wide to receive the hug

arisu looked at you in disbelief and betrayal to which you stuck out your tongue to him. as you got off of her karube spoke up “so.. where are we going first??” he looked eager to start the day. “well first.. the movie that starts at 10, then we can walk around the plaza near there and lastly dinner..” arisu said as he recalled the plan.

“well then let’s get going, it's almost 10” usagi said as she showed you the time from her phone. great!! more walking.. you cursed at whoever decided to build the cinema so close yet so far from where you were. thankfully, karube noticed and offered to give you a piggyback ride, of course you didn’t refuse.

not once did he complain through the walk, at some point you got comfortable enough to lay your head on his shoulder, slowly taking in his scent. a small hint of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with cologne was noted. still he did smell pretty good, in fact, it could probably put you to a peaceful sleep if it wasn’t for you fighting to stay awake.

fortunately (for you at least) it was all in vain since you did end up falling asleep. arisu sighted in defeat when he caught sight of your sleeping figure. once again fortunately, you missed the movie thanks to your deep slumber, truthfully you didn’t want to watch it either way.

the only reason why arisu had even picked it was for usagi to get scared and cling on to him. really cliche right? point is by the time you awoke they were already walking by the plaza. karube was still carrying you on his back.

“good morning [name]” karube spoke up as he felt your head lift from his shoulder and move to the side. “what time is it? I didn’t mean to fall asleep..""oh i don’t know maybe about 2 hours!?!” arisu glared at you “oh well, my bad but in my defense I came back home late and slept around 3 am..” you did stay up 2 more hours after getting home for educational purposes; studying.

“im kind of thirsty, can we get drinks?” you could tell they had been walking for a couple of minutes now. “im also thirsty, but where can we find a-” usagi stopped her sentence as she spotted a small convenience store. “I’m sure we’ll find something there” arisu pointed out.

“if you guys want, me and arisu can go get the drinks while you stay here, we won’t be gone too long” usagi turned to both you and karube. you looked over to arisu who now looked nervous, just to tease him you accepted her offer, his eyes immediately landed on you with a slight glare. you gave him your teasing smirk as they both slowly turned around and walked towards the store.

“you can put me down now karube, thank you for the ride.” you tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. “yeah of course, anytime, you seriously looked like you needed it” he chucked, “yeah, I barely slept 6 hours when I normally get 8..” it may not sound like a lot for many but you truly needed those 2 extra hours.. he slowly put you down making sure you landed on your feet safely.

karube hummed, a second later a sudden question pops up “so, my kiss?” karube smirked at you, who only stared back at him surprised. you let out a chuckle with a smile that had appeared. you had jokingly offered a kiss to chota the day before to which he rejected and now karube wanted to take his place instead and as silly as he is he sounded serious dead serious.

you sighted in defeat “a kiss for you i guess, but only because you gave me that piggyback ride” you reach for karube’s face to bring it down to your own height as your lips land on his left cheek. you slowly stepped back and looked up to him. “i’ll take that as a win for today then” he smiled as he placed his hand over your head.

you could feel your face getting warmer from that small interaction “dont get used to it..” right on queue arisu and usagi came back with 4 drinks on their hands. “a strawberry for [name] and a mango for karube” usagi mentioned so arisu could hand you your proper drinks. you thanked usagi since she knew what flavor you wanted exactly.

“lastly we have dinner, we can just go to some fast food place around here..” arisu checked his phone to search for any possible places you guys could walk to. karube suddenly nudged your shoulder to get your attention on him, “do you like sanrio?” you stared at him confused for the sudden question yet still answered “yeah, why?”.

without a word he took your hand and walked you to a nearby stand where you could take a notice of.. bouquets? but not just any type of bouquets, they were sanrio themed ones. those bouquets you would always see on Instagram or any social media for that matter. while you zoned out you were quickly brought back by karube as he handed you a cinnamoroll bouquet.

a pretty baby blue color that matched your current outfit. “arisu mentioned you liked that show once ” karube said as he looked away with evident pink cheeks. this time it was your turn to speak but you felt as if no words could come out, as if your throat was drier than a dessert even after just having an ice cold drink. if you were to speak now you would only stutter like a fool.

“thank you karube..” it was all you could let out as you turned back to arisu and usagi with the blond following behind you. while it was horribly awkward on your part, you seriously couldn’t find the right words to describe how you were feeling. your heart was beating so fast you could practically have a heart attack right then and there.

your head turned back to karube, he was staring right at you before immediately turning his head the other way trying to make it seem like he was just looking around. this gave you the confidence to calm down from your flustered state as you giggled and clinged to his arm.

arisu and usagi only stared at the two of you not wanting to interrupt your little moment so they only walked ahead in the direction of whatever restaurant they had chosen.

maybe today wasn’t as bad as you planned it to be after all.

— IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PUT THIS CHAPTER OUT.. my tumblr kept glitching for some reason.. I thought I was abt to loose all my progress at some point thankfully I didn’t. hopefully there are no mistakes, I reread it like 10 times.. + i hope it is to your liking, it’s almost 2k words I think.. sorry for so many words😭 I appreciate all the support I’ve been getting🫶🏼 I look forward to working on more chapters for this smau!! ps. I swear I will bring chishiya scenes soon <3

tags!! ,, tags!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝!! | if highlighted purple tag doesn’t work💔

@parkersmyth . @surshica . @spaceshattered-skies . @rainqissedd . @saltysoftgrungeofscience . @captivq . @vernon-dursley . @fishisahappydog . @trinmadol . @elernity . @naegisimp . @4vonly . @sincerely-raine . @yvrikoo . @sicksanji

#miomik #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya smau #aib chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya x reader

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lucywritesagain · 4 months ago

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The game of cat and spider﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱ Part 2

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Miguel O'hara Masterlist ꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱ PART 1

Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: You are a criminal and he's a hero. You don't know each other's names, never seen the person behind the mask. You aren't enemies- you are supposed to be but that didn't work out quite well. You liked each other a bit too much, but your relationship was strictly…. Professional?

What happens if you meet as normal people, with no masks and responsibilities in your way? What did the universe plan for you? And most importantly…. Will it last?

A/N: Here we are with another chapter! This bad boy *slaps the fic* can fit more than 3k words in it. This chapter is about them meeting as normal people UWU It includes: Miguel in a compression shirt, a cat who terrorises your apartment and coffee. *swings a pocket watch right in front of your eyes* "If you see any grammar mistakes... no you didn't xoxo Have fun and let me know how you liked it!

Miguel woke up to the silence of his apartment. The very first sun rays of that day shone through the curtains the man forgot to close last night. The golden hues embraced his tired face, making the man squeeze his eyes and groan. The rest of his room was engulfed in darkness, just like Miguel liked it. The walls were painted the same shade of blue one could see in the clouds right before it started raining. He didn't have many things in his bedroom- just a queen sized bed covered with black satin sheets and a small nightstand table with an electric clock on it. Not even a lamp. O'hara only used this room for sleeping so he didn't have many things in there. He would only sleep in his own bed if he didn't fall asleep in his lab. Or collapsed on the couch after a long day. Some nights he didn't sleep at all. That's why he didn't see a point in decorating the place.

Miguel sat up, placing his feet on the cold wooden floor. The numbers on the clock read 6:30 AM and the man knew he wouldn't get any more sleep. He stood up, adjusting his white sleeping shirt and slowly walked to the opened window that he also forgot to close last night.

Thankfully no one would even think of breaking into his apartment since it's located on the 10th floor. He pushed the heavy grey curtains away, letting more light inside and just stood there for a while, looking at the city below him. Even though it was early in the morning he could see the crowds of people on the streets. He could hear the sound of cars speeding down the highway. Sometimes Miguel liked to make up stories about those people and their lives. Maybe the couple eating breakfast outside that little bakery just got married and decided to spend their honeymoon in Nueva York. What if that taxi driver that almost didn't stop at the red light is secretly a famous poetry writer? Miguel knew those stories were stupid and didn't make any sense whatsoever, but it was the only thing to get his mind off of his… loneliness. It never worked because watching people living their lives and being happy only made him feel even more alone.

He ran his hands through his messy brown hair and decided that he needed a better distraction. A good jog could probably make things better. There was a park 20 minutes away from his home that he liked to visit- a secluded area on the west side right by the river. It was one of his favourite spots in this neighbourhood. Miguel didn't even bother to eat breakfast or make coffee- he just took a quick shower, put on his dark red sweatpants, black compression shirt and a hoodie that matched his pants. Ever since he became the spider-man he invested in some good noise cancelling headphones because his heightened senses couldn't handle the constant stimulation that the outside world provided. He took them with him every time he left home- as a civilian, not a hero. Miguel wasn't in the mood for music so the only thing playing through the headphones in his ears was some white noise.

He shrugged and decided that it was good enough for now. The last thing he needed were his sunglasses- he would surely get a migraine if he got out in this sun with no protection against the light. He had a favourite pair that he took everywhere with him- ordinary wayfarers with tinted glass. They looked exactly like his regular reading glasses and Miguel loved them. The man sighed heavily when he couldn't find them and put on his black baseball cap instead. He has to start putting his things in places he can find them again, but that seemed like a problem for later.

"LYLA, I'm going out. Turn on the security."

The man called, not bothering to hear the robotic response of his digital assistant and closed the door behind him. He waited for the silent 'click' to make sure LYLA did what he asked. The artificial intelligence he created was in the testing phase and he still had to supervise it. It was a simple AI- Miguel gave it his vocal command and it did the job. So far the system has been running great, but there was still something missing, Miguel just couldn't figure out what. The AI was supposed to be his assistant, but Miguel felt weird when he talked to it and expected to have an actual conversation only to be met with silence. His social skills weren't the best and he knew it was stupid to even think that way, but he really wanted this AI- his creation- to be human enough to speak with him like a normal person. He wasn't sure how he could accomplish it. Maybe he would get some good ideas after his little workout. Now that he thought of it he cringed, knowing he was so desperate for social interactions he made an AI he could talk to. Even though the system wasn't that well developed yet.

He jogged at a slower pace down the road leading to the main area of the park. The mornings were getting more chilly as the seasons were changing. The trees were still green- it would take a few more weeks for them to adapt to different weather and turn different colours- and it actually made Miguel smile a bit. He wasn't a fan of fall. It was rainy and depressing. And he knew that winter came after fall which meant spending another holiday alone. Which caused more depression, of course. But now wasn't the time to think about the future.

Miguel jogged to the secluded area of the park and started running faster. It was almost a sprint as if the velocity of his steps could make the thoughts in his head disappear. It didn't.

What did make his thoughts stop racing however, was someone's body colliding with his broad frame. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Your day couldn't have started better. That statement was purely sarcastic of course because you woke up to the sound of a ceramic pot crushing into the tiled floor of your kitchen. You immediately jumped out of your bed, forgetting about the ache in your thigh and headed to the source of all that noise. The pieces of soil and terracotta were scattered across the room and you wanted to just lay down in all that dirt and cry. Your cat however was sitting down on the highest shelf in your kitchen - meant only for your poison ivies -looking pretty pleased with herself.

"I hope it was worth it because you just lost your snack privileges." You scolded your furry companion as you cleaned the floor. You took one of the biggest mugs you had and put the remaining of your plant in it. "She won't hurt you again, I promise." You spoke to the plant and gently caressed the leaves. The mug would have to suffice until you get a new pot. After throwing out all of that dirt to the trash and mopping the floor you finally took a glance at the clock hanging on your wall and groaned. It was barely 6 AM and you were already on your feet.

Well, you couldn't go back to sleep now. You weren't tired anymore. It would help if you had something to make you busy, but there was literally nothing to do. Your dishes were washed and your laundry folded. The cat has been fed and her litter box cleaned. You always did those chores at night so that your morning would be more enjoyable. But now you were yearning for some tasks.

You pushed the white curtains in your kitchen to the side, letting the morning sun into your apartment. The sticker you put on your window created beautiful rainbow areolas on the sage green tiles on your wall. You loved mornings like this even if they started on a more chaotic note. You went through your routine like always- it was your day off so you settled on more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and hoodie was the best combination for a lazy day. Your wound didn't hurt as much as it did last night and it made moving around easier than you thought.

You spent months making your apartment feel like home and it really did feel like it. But in moments like this- sitting on the balcony all alone and looking at the people on the streets with a deep longing for some sort of connection- you felt lonely. You had Migsy who was more than happy to keep you company, but he wasn't a human being who could give you a hug after a long day at work or kiss you goodnight. You were desperate for a genuine and meaningful human connection.

People you called friends were actually just your co-workers or people you regularly interact with at the grocery store- people who had their own family and real friends to come back to after a long day at work. You gave up on dating a long time ago and the only person who made your heart skip a beat was a guy in a red-blue latex suit whose job was to send your ass to jail. It was fun to flirt with him- especially ever since he actually started to flirt back- but you knew it wasn't…. Real. It wasn't someone who would want a relationship with you. How would that even work? You always felt more confident behind your mask. But the person you were while wearing your costume wasn't really you. It was a character you created to make your life easier and if someone liked the black cat they would be so disappointed when they realise who has been hiding behind that mask. So if the spider-man harboured any sort of affection for the black cat, he wouldn't have the same feeling for the real you. That's why you would never take this 'relationship' seriously. You liked the flirting, but that was it. Because he wouldn't…

Your thoughts were entertaining a dangerous territory and you had to find a good distraction. You couldn't stay at home- this apartment even though it was your little sanctuary, reminded you of how alone you actually were.

Hmm, since your thigh wasn't hurting too much, maybe you could go on a quick walk to your favourite bakery in the park nearby. You could get breakfast there and maybe buy some flowers for yourself on your way back. Yeah…that sounded like a plan.

You made sure to pack some things into your little backpack before you went out- just the essentials like your wallet, the keys to your apartment and a sketchbook you always took with you. You styled your hair a bit before you left to look less messy and smiled when you were satisfied with the outcome.

"I'm going out, Migsy." You gave your cat a little kiss on the forehead before you put on your headphones. "Please don't terrorise any more plants while I'm gone" Your little angel meowed at you in response which made you giggle.

You left your apartment complex and chose a fitting playlist. You picked up your pace to match the beat of the song and headed to the park. There was a path along the river on the west side that was perfect for morning walks. There was a small coffee shop around the corner that you had to stop by before you could continue your little journey. You could smell the freshly brewed beverages from a mile and you knew your day would be bad if you didn't stop by to get a drink. Coffee was like a nectar for your soul and you couldn't deprive yourself of this small happiness.

The baristas behind the counter knew you and your order very well since you were one of the regulars so they started preparing your favourite drink the moment you stepped inside. They didn't try to start a conversation with you and it only evoked a deeper feeling of loneliness. Even though you interacted with those people plenty of times you still weren't worthy enough for them to even try and make some small talk. Maybe you were overthinking the interaction too much- they did smile at you when they saw you walk in and even waved at you. But you just couldn't help yourself and had to analyse every move of their muscles to make sure they didn't secretly hate you. You left the shop as soon as they handed you your order, trying to calm down. You hated when that happened- when the anxiety overwhelmed you so much you couldn't think properly.

You didn't even notice when you entered the main area of the park, too focused on your coffee and the music playing through your headphones. And you surely didn't notice a stranger running in your direction. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "I am so sorry!" Miguel quickly apologised, ripping his headphones off his ears. "Are you okay?" He looked down at the person sitting on the ground right before him. He felt so stupid for running into you and if you paid enough attention you could see how red his cheeks have turned.

You looked up at the stranger and groaned in pain. You were thankful that the coffee wasn't hot because you would have to add burns to the list of your injuries. The drink ended up all over your clothes and you had to try your hardest not to cry in front of a stranger this handsome. Wait-

"I should have paid more attention, I am really really sorry." The man kept apologising. Miguel's face was burning with embarrassment. He felt so bad for bumping into you and he knew it probably hurt a lot- colliding with all those muscles of his surely wasn't the best experience.

"I'm good." You smiled awkwardly, readjusting your wet hoodie that stuck to your skin. Miguel gave you his hand to help you up. "It's okay, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been thinking about so many things at once..."

Miguel's brown eyes finally met your gaze and the man thought about something bizarre. Your face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had the feeling he had met you before, but he wasn't sure, and it was driving him crazy. However, he shook his head and pushed the thought aside. Millions of people lived in the city and it was actually very possible that he had seen you before and simply forgot about it. But if that was the case why did he feel like there was something more to you than meets the eye?

"Are you okay though?" You asked, looking down at the coffee stains on your clothes. It will be a pain in the ass to clean later.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He gave you a small smile. "Are you sure you're okay? I kinda feel like you might have gotten hurt, it felt like a pretty harsh fall… and I'm sorry about the coffee, too…" He looked concerned as he looked at your face for a second, before looking elsewhere- anywhere but your eyes- as he scratched his neck.

Miguel could have sworn he has seen you before. Or maybe he didn't. But if you truly were a stranger how could he explain that weird feeling deep inside him. Or maybe you were just so pretty his brain had to somehow rationalise this foreign attraction towards you. Aaagh, he should stop making a fool of himself and stop overthinking this interaction!

"It hurts a bit, but I will be fine." You replied. The man standing before you was much taller and - you hated yourself for thinking about the person you just met that way- very very handsome. Which only made you even more embarrassed once you realise how you must have looked. "I can always get another coffee later so don't worry about that."

"I…i-i w-" The stranger stuttered, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke. He took a deep breath before he continued. "I feel bad for bumping into you. Could I maybe… make it up to you somehow?" Miguel's heart was beating against his chest like a hammer as he was stumbling on his own words. "I could buy you another coffee." He proposed and cringed, thinking he sounded desperate. "If that's fine with you, of course…."

He wasn't sure what took over him because he knew he wouldn't ever do something like that for any other person. He would probably just apologise again and run in the other direction, hoping he will never have to see that person ever again.

"I don't think I want another coffee right now" You giggled in response. "But thank you for the proposal, Mr…"

"Oh, it's Miguel." The man mumbled, giving you his hand to shake.

You introduced yourself as well and chuckled. "It was nice running into you." You joked and cringed internally. But the stranger- Miguel- actually laughed. Not giggled, laughed. He let go of your hand to cover his mouth and cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile.

"So, you were going for a morning jog, too huh? Where were you heading, if you don't mind me asking?" The man spoke. He really wanted this little interaction to last longer.

"Yeah, I wanted to relax a bit and decided to take a walk. I was heading to the bakery down the street" You explained. "I didn't expect to be swept off my feet like that though." You felt comfortable talking with Miguel. It's as if the two of you knew each other already.

"I am really sorry about that." Miguel repeated. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you…"

"You could give me your number" You suggested and mentally slapped yourself. You had no idea where this confidence came from and you started to get nervous. "So that you can take me ou- BUY me another coffee." You continued your mumbling and chucking awkwardly. "Because you spilled mine." Definitely not because you wanted to see him again.

Miguel smirked down at you and took out his phone. He didn't want to admit it, but he was as excited as he was nervous. The one time he decided to go out he bumped into some stranger, making them fall down, spilled that person's coffee all over them and then somehow managed to get their number? Migiel wasn't sure what he did to be this lucky, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

He handed you his phone with his number on the screen, so that you could type it into your own. You saved his contact as 'the guy who owes me a coffee'. Miguel saw that and chuckled again.

"I sent you a text so that you can have my number as well." You cleared your throat and inhaled deeply when you noticed how close the two of you were standing. "I guess I will see you around, Miguel."

"I guess you will." He saved your number in his contacts before he showed his phone into the pocket of his pants. "It was nice bumping into you. And I hope the other people will pay more attention to the road than I did." He scratched his neck and took a step back to create more space between you. "Wouldn't want you to spend any more time falling down." Miguel winked at you and slowly jogged away, not waiting for your response.

He made sure that he was out of your view before he stopped to slap his forehead. He still felt bad for running into you, but thankfully he didn't feel any awkwardness like he did in the beginning. But for the love of God, why did he have to wink at you?

#ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ- i did that #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara

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werezmastarbucks · 7 months ago

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tell her dad i'm sorry

masterlist

word count: 2169

author's note: this work scratches my brain just the right way. i had to do it.

The neighborhood where people disappeared. Where cars crashed and people screamed in basements. On the outside it looked very banal, painful, even. The houses all adhered to a city standard of decorative building rulebook. The Parker house was white, the house next to them, where a lawyer lived with her husband, was light blue. White, blue and cream beige were the allowed colors. Sam took his bike to school every day. School wasn’t far away, it took him fourteen minutes to get there if the light was green at the turn of the street and then on the crossroad. School was fine, it could not cope with him, but it was fine. People had red lockers, and Sam didn’t like that. Otherwise it was alright. Some kids tried bullying him when he went to the middle school, and he slashed their arms with his paper knife. Sam could not fathom how attacking him was okay, but him reciprocating the invitation to a fight ended up in screaming. Dad told him after this that he was disappointed. Sometimes Sam wished their parents just magically disappeared, and now they had, and he finally saw the error in his desire. He could not stand uncertainty. He needed to know where they are and the timing of their return. Without this data, his peace was constantly shifted and wobbly, like Kai’s skateboard when he rolled down the hill at the golden hour. Tyler told them that when the board starts wobbling, you just gotta ride through it. You have to push through the fear of falling and keep your balance. He was trying to do the same. The world wobbled like water matrass and Sam was trying to push through long enough to get his clarity.

He submitted his thorough report on the vampire op in Philippines. In was a fascinating read and a very fun project to work on. The day at school went well, like the most days. Sam wore his noise cancelling headphones to shun at least 65% of the noise surrounding him. Teenagers are very loud, but, surprisingly, his home is louder.

As he biked back, the sky looked a little dim and unhappy, and he feared in might rain. Would be a shame if the bad weather snapped the record of brilliant days so far.

He had to stay after classes because he wanted to study some other US military operations at the library. They had a PC he could work on, and the library was the quietest place. It was more comfortable to work there than at home. But the evening came, and he had to get going. So, he was biking, and the sky was gloomy, and he couldn’t see the brilliant deep blue of a May evening, but instead, the street lights went on earlier. It almost fell like August for some reason. The air was comfortably warm, and the asphalt was flat and smooth under his wheels. That was the only sound he enjoyed: the shhhh of the road when he rode anywhere. The words: road and rode, together.

He saw their house from the end of the street and let the bike roll by itself. The road here was just slightly tilted, so it must be so satisfying for Tyler to roll down on his board. The evening was comfortable. While he rode, the skies cleared a little, and faint light from above was making the street look like school theatre scenery. The trees were surely made of papier-mâché, and if he fell on the ground, he would taste the wood and not the bitter gravel.

He left the bicycle on the porch at the dedicated spot, as usual, and entered the house. The light was on in the living room, and Tyler sat on the couch, with Ruby Summers on the floor, sitting at his feet, happy. Her eyes were always like that when she looked at his brother: a little moist, and she squinted them. Sam guessed it was called eye smile. There was a hair tie on her wrist instead of a bracelet. Tyler had one like this, too, but a tattoo. Sam scratched his own old scar and greeted them.

“How was your project?” Tyler asked. Ruby did look like Anne-J. Tyler was lying, either to them, or to himself.

“Got a good mark, but I feel like they didn’t listen to me properly. Maybe I can read it again later, when we have student-teacher switch day”.

“What was your report about?” Ruby asked. Sam went into the bathroom first, and washed his hands, and then returned. He noticed that he forgot his backpack on the stool at the table, but he had already washed his hands. So, he tried to lift it up with his pinky finger. Ruby seemingly let go of her question.

They were playing cards. Tyler was sitting on his leg, and Ruby stretched her neck to see what he laid down in front of her.

“Where’s Kai?” he asked.

“He is in the back, fixing the shed. The door fell off”, Tyler said.

He went upstairs, thinking whether he should do his homework, which was very easy and boring, or play on his computer. It’s been a week after the accident. All was quiet. Not even police visited. It felt like people had very short memory. No one came for them with bats and handcuffs, and, best of all, Tyler stopped having migraines at all. He was still very unhappy though.

Sam put his backpack away and pulled a wet paper towel from the box on his desk, to rub his hands again, after he touched the outside object. As he was sitting himself down at the desk, he suddenly remembered that Ruby had asked him a question.

His life was hard. Thousands of tiny pieces of information and chores constantly assaulted him from all directions. And he only ran around, trying to catch them all and organize, only for them to get shattered again.

As he was coming downstairs, proud at the prospect of telling her everything about the vampire op, he heard a yelp. Sam entered the living room only to see Ruby scrambling from the floor, and Tyler standing above her. No, not Tyler. The blurryface was there again. Whatever she said to him, it provoked it. Ruby started screaming as the blurryface, operating Tyler’s body, bowed towards her, clutching her shoulders.

“What should I do?” Sam asked. “This is honestly the last drop”.

All his anxiety sprung back to life. Seeing this screaming girl wiggling on the carpet. She was yelling so loudly that neighbors could hear, and then they would have trouble. He couldn’t even hear his own words, that’s how loud she was.

Finally, Ruby kicked Tyler in the sheen, and he stepped back, so unbothered, unalive, that he resembled a ghost. She immediately stood up and turned around, her eyes huge like two strawberries. Her fair hair disheveled. She saw Sam with a knife in his hand, and the expression of hope on her face changed back to horror. A door slammed somewhere in the back: Kai heard her. Ruby raced back towards the entrance and swung it open, and ran.

The blurryface stood there, like a machine that suddenly went blind without a guiding focus. His presence was unnerving. The blur that was in the place of the face was constantly moving, and the sudden flashes inside made Tyler’s arms shake. Samson ran out of the house, blind with fear, and jumped on his bike. She was running down the street, screaming for her mom. Sam rode out into the road and started killing the distance between them. She was running, her pink Converse shoes unlaced, her glimmering hair swinging from side to side. Sam tilted forwards as he reached her, and spun the pedals once again, making a sharp jump. The front wheel and the handlebar pushed Ruby in the back. There was a responsive yell not far away: her mother heard her. Sam got off his bike and took her by the arm.

“You can’t be released, now the cat’s out of the bag”.

He swung his hand and stabbed her.

Kai was about to leave the house but he saw the state Tyler was in and stopped. The screaming stopped, as well. He approached the thing slowly, curiosity bubbling inside of him.

“You again? Swallowed anybody?”

“summer.”

“Yeah, her. What do I gotta do to make you talk?”

The blurryface turned towards him and hummed. It was a hum of the time moving. Of the mountain growing.

“I can rewrite the reality. You’re too mortal”, the hollow voice said. At least it articulated. Kai stepped on the cards spread out on the carpet.

“You don’t know the first thing about me, buddy”.

The blurryface touched him.

“Still. Too mortal”.

Kai frowned. Anger was loud in his ears. He lifted his finger at the chthonic monster possessing his brother’s body.

“Stay here. I gotta clean up after you two again”.

The blurryface remained standing there like he was loading when the eldest raced out of the living room.

He saw Ruby’s mom, the bitch Summers, from afar. She was trying to beat the crap out of Sam, and screaming hysterically. This was getting out of hand. The neighbors were now outside, and the light went on in several windows. Kai sniffed through his nose, and all the streetlights exploded, and the street went dead dark, and the crushed glass rained down on her head, making her yell even louder. Kai jumped towards them and pulled the knife out of Sam’s hand. Without aiming, he struck, and managed to get her right under the chin. Warm blood dripped down his knuckles. He nearly stumbled upon Ruby’s body. What a shame, he was hoping to nail her before Tyler eventually fucks everything up. She was nothing like Anne-J, she was more joyful. She had something cathartic going on. Now she was dead.

Samson was spitting out blood, or something else, he had no idea.

“How did you make it so dark?” he asked.

“I am very pissed, Samson”, Kai warned him. “Take your bike and go home”.

“Do you need help with the bodies though?”

He looked around. It was dark. Only the faint light of night, and some uneven glow of the windows. They didn’t have time to see anything, and now all suddenly got the urge to go inside and turn on their TVs.

“Well, if you can do it quietly”.

“It’s not like I was screaming”.

“You were, you just didn’t notice”.

Sam grabbed his own head.

“Oh no! Am I going crazy?”

Kai let go of Mrs Summers’ legs for a second.

“You’re already crazy, you know that? None of us is sane”.

“I just have ASPD, this doesn’t mean I am not in my right mind”.

“Sammy, you have blackouts".

Sam bit his lip. The realization, like a bloodstain slowly becoming even on a white shirt, crept into his clever but electronic-like mind. He gazed at the knife, calculating. Blackouts. Just like now.

"Where are our parents, Kai?"

"In the freezer in the basement".

He groaned a little, and then stood straight, looking at the two Summers, also calculating, but in other matters. Calculating the mass of a dead girl and her mother. Calculating the weight of death. In spite of all physical logic, dead bodies always seemed heavier to him.

“Oh, that’s why there is so much soda now! But why would I kill mom and dad?”

Kai was already puffing a little. He looked at his youngest in disbelief.

“You gonna stand here and yap or what?”

“I need answers, Kai”.

They listened to the street for a little bit.

“They knew I was the one killing annoying people around. They wanted to rat me out. You had such a fit of rage that you blacked out after. Why do you two keep fainting?”

Finally Sam grabbed Ruby and lifted her body.

“Ah, she’s a little heavy”.

“Hold on, I’ll help”.

Tyler ran out into the street, feeling the sweat rolling down his face. The blurry went away again, after it whispered into his ear canal the things he could not articulate with his mouth. But things he understood and remembered. He stopped abruptly upon seeing his brothers fidget with the Summers.

“Which one of you did it?” he asked, out of breath. The black was sliding down his neck. He felt everything very clearly, as fresh as a newborn. Including anger.

“It was team work”.

“Technically, it was more of a chain of events…”

“Cluster. Come help, Tyler. Why is she so heavy? Christ, she weighs, like, a ton. Or I am just exhausted after the spell…”

These things were now moving in front of Tyler’s face like movie scenes. The quiet street pretending to ignore two grizzly murders in one minute. Kai speaking out loud about the fact the he does insidious, silent magic. Sam’s face covered in blood. Blurryface told him that this was just the beginning. That none of this was real. That either all of them, or only one, on fact, was real. He looked at his brothers, both of whom he nearly despised, but got used to. Their irks, their habits, their murders. Only one of them three was real. And he got to decide

which

one

he wanted to be.

#kai parker #tyler joseph imagine #sam gardner

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diary42069 · 6 days ago

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I’m so fucking mad at my cat he keeps fucking screaming and he won’t stop

He is so fucking picky and literally he wants every mother fucking bite to be fucking different I swear to fucking god I go through 8 different cans a day for this entitled asshole and I don’t fucking know what to do bc he’s a cat

But I’m having a really fucking hard time bro I am driving rn to the pet store and I can fucking hear his meow and I feel like I’m going crazy like genuinely (context I have ocd so I hear everything like over and over)

I’m so fucking mad and I know it’s irrational I know he’s just a cat but holy fuck I just need the fucking noise to stop

And then I put in my fucking noise canceling headphones and I fucking

I shit you not

This mother fucker starts sniffing me!!! Like I can feel it wet and then blowing on me

It’s so fucking annoying he does it to me when I sleep only when he fucking wants different food

He has so many foods and he just fucking makes me open a new one each time if I don’t guess the one he wants like a FUCKING HUMAN FUCKING TODDLER

BUT AT LEAST A HUMAN CHILD CAN FUCKING USE WORDS!!!!!

I CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS EITHER BC HES A CAT

He wouldn’t understand literally any response so I just want to kill my self!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I went to the fucking store to get his food and I parked like an idiot and then some fucking old guy saw me having a tantrum abt it in my car!!!!!! (Bc I remove myself from my cats space when I tantrum bc it scares him)

I’m so fucking glad I live in a big city bc I’ll probably never see him again but holy fuck I feel crazy

#diary42069

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demoiselettes · 2 years ago

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BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT!!!

This is mostly a little based of a fanfic I read a long time ago from wattpad (I was baby and didn’t know anything else existed shut up) so it’s a modern kny but with a little twist, due to a demon’s blood demon art the slayer where transported into the modern world one by one and (for plot purposes) into the reader’s home. Keep that in mind

So just imagine, the hashiras and the main cast all have been transported into the reader’s home. The cast is mostly just lounging around as due to their unfamiliarity with the modern world, they can’t go outside without causing a ruckus, and due to the pop culture nature of dressing up and having demons in stories, they’ve been restricted to only going outside, so they don’t get mixed up, at night to hunt the demons that have also been transported into the modern world.

But their entire presence puts reader in a tight spot. They’ve used their emergency money to buy extra food and clothes for the slayers who came here. They’ve had multiple heart attacks when some of the slayers did something out of the ordinary of the modern world, and almost got in trouble with the police when metal detectors caught the slayers swords. Now reader has not said anything about this as they feel bad about the positions the slayers are in, they believe the slayers when they say their are from the past as when the reader asked them if they were aware of World War II and they responded no that said everything, as japan had a large prideful participation in World War II. So reader has been working their butt off to provide for the slayers until they get they get the jist of the modern world and find a way back home.

Reader is talking with Giyu on the side about questions of the modern world he has. Him being the last few slayers who where transported here so he needs this. When asking about how housing works (cause how do people live in the city with those buildings) the topic of rent comes up. Reader explains how rent works and says “for example if I rent out my house I would ask 100 or maybe 200$ as payment from the renty” when further explaining rent Giyu becomes paler and paler. The next day Giyu goes out on his own, reader does not mind this as Giyu is more calmer compared to some of the other slayers and is a quick learn of the few things of the modern era so they don’t think about it much. Nobody does anything about Giyu leaving. Soon he’s leave at certain times. One day tanjiro comes up to Giyu in private to ask what he’s doing. Giyu mentions that he has work now. Tanjiro question this and Giyu explains rent to him. Tanjiro is confused why Giyu is explaining rent. Giyu then questions tanjiro who has been paying for at least 15 people from their own wallet. After a quick silence Tanjiro becomes deathly pale and quickly asks Giyu how to get a job (how dare he and nezuko leech of the reader and their money while they lounge around trying to learn stuff they can learn later, they’ve reached the lowest of the low and now they must pay them back for it) Giyu got a job delivering food as he’s good with directions and very very fast. Yes his social skills are terrible but he gets the job done the best way possible which boost the ratings of the restaurant as customers get their food neat and warm. He’s gotten raises for that. Tanjiro soon get a job as a cashier along with nezuko, who more content with staying outside of her box with the thick clothing the modern era had (also a pink mask with Sanrio characters on it looks adorable on her) as they also stay inside for their job it makes it easier to stay out of the sun. They also do not mention the job they have in fear reader might stop them.

A week rolls around and Friday comes around. Some slayers are reading about history, some are watching tv, some are watching the world go by from the window, like zenitsu who is picking at the noise canceling headphones he got from the reader, he loves them but he’s not used to them yet. And some slayers are doing chores. Giyu comes up to the reader along with tanjiro when everyone is in the room. (That man cannot read the room and tanjiro with nezuko just followed) Giyu hands reader an yellow envelope a says it’s rent. Tanjiro does the same thing and says he’s paying for both him and nezuko. The reader declines at first but tanjiro takes the lead by mentioning that the reader has done a lot for them and the least they can do is give back the money the reader has used on them and leave the reader stable when they leave this world. Giyu also mentions the definition of rent as well. The reader gives in and takes the money. Giyu paid 200$ along with tanjiro but the reader gives back a 100$ back to tanjiro as they feel bad and tell him to use that money on things they want when exploring the world. Giyu and tanjiro question this and the reader drags them outside to show them leave the room along with Giyu and tanjiro. The room goes silent. Soon Mitsuri starts to yell and fumble and drops the romance book she was reading and rushes outside to at least find a why to get money, obanai following. Shinbou ( she’s fucking pissed at Giyu) mentions to Kaneo and Aoi to follow along and they do, knowing what they have to do. Zenitsu bolts outside in fear of being in debt.( he’s not really but he feels like he is) soon everyone in the room follows. Semani yelling at genya that he’s not paying for the both of them. And yes they are mad a Giyu, not tanjiro tho

While the reader, tanjiro and Giyu go to the nearest ice cream parlor to get some ice cream. Reader encourages tanjiro to get ice and he does. They all get ice cream. This makes tanjiro excited to explore more when he gets a day off. It’s was nice ice cream they had a nice time Giyu got beat up when he got home

… you really thought this through huh

It’s fucking funny bc i imagine reader coming back home after an arduous day of work and wanting nothing more than to crash on their bed and then come back to an entire entourage of cosplayers or whatever lounging around their living room and they wonder if they accidentally got high off something

And you know that half of these guys (sanemi, Obanai, Kyojuro and even Giyuu) would surge forward to skewer reader with their swords thinking reader’s a demon or something and it’s Tanjiro that catches onto the very human scent of our lovely reader (u guys, basically) and it’s the face off between Sanemi & Giyuu again bc Tanjiro doesn’t hesitate a second before putting himself in between reader and the crazy dudes and taking the beating instead 💀

Out of eveyone Giyuu would be more concerned and guilty about what happened and he’d yell at Tanjiro.. out of concern of course. And reader’s stuck to the back watching a bunch of strangers that are too enthusiastic about their stage play trot around their house, asking questions about the tv, the microwave, and every electrical apparatus they see

Mitsuri, Shinobu, Nezuko and the other butterfly girls are the most docile ones and though they’re just as shaken up as the guys they can clearly see you’re completely shaken up as well and have not at all anticipated any of this. Shinobu would be the one to approach you first bc she’s apparently the only one who wants to figure out what is going on and make sense of the situation in a civilized manner that does not involve further traumatizing you, followed by a timid Mitsuri

Fast forward to reader giving them a half-assed explanation of the 21st century, Covid (scaring the shit out of almost all of them, except for Tengen. ‘Such a drab virus’ he exclaims.) and how the world works in modern times. In truth, reader leaves out a ton of explanations bc they cannot believe these guys are from the Taisho Era, reader thinks they are just messing around with them but is too tired to argue and in turn they get a description of a world where demons exist which pretty much confirms what reader already suspected: they are high off something

However within the next few days reader realizes that they are far too unaccustomed to modern technology and the way of life which honestly just horrifies them bc that means what they claimed was true. And so reader allows them to leave in their home (i will not mention the accommodation, just try to make sense that 10+ strangers are now in your house) and caters for their needs

And after that honeymoon phase reader realizes that they are becoming short on money to feed this many people (one of whom eats for 5 people) and yet reader’s become too attached to them and they lunatic ways to leave them to fend for themselves so they pick up another job, unbeknownst to everyone

Except the others (or at least Tanjiro and Zenitsu) begin noticing reader’s more than tired energy, the dark circles, the change in mental health for the worse and they tell Kyojuro + Giyuu about it. Giyuu decides to have a one on one with reader and the explanation that muffin gave above is granted to him, and now he’s on the hunt for jobs but it’s fairly hard for him without any prior working experience, but hey he’s survived as a slayer he can deal with an overbearing boss

With his new job (it can be anything i won’t elaborate), he begins saving up his own money and you don’t notice it when you’re busy catering for the others, but you spend less and less on him and for once he doesn’t feel like a burden, and although he assures Tanjiro he can provide for both him and Nezuko Tanji still gets a job and you best believe his work colleagues & boss are gonna be wondering why the fuck they saw a little girl with a sanrio mask coming out of a box

I think Zenitsu would whine a ton about going to work, but he’s got such a golden heart and he’d realized he’s been leeching off reader he’ll feel so bad :( mitsuri would single-handedly open a restaurant 💀

#cue tanjiro apologizing over & over for using reader’s money #demon slayer x reader #muffins #spilled.🍯

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sleepless-writes · 2 years ago

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Kitty Gang (Part 1)

Pairing: Agust D x Reader, Baby J x Reader

Genre: Cyber Punk Au, Unrequited love, f2l

Warnings: Swear Words

Words: 1.505

Note: Hi, this is the first part of my first fic. I really apologize for any spelling errors, but English is not my first language. If you find some mistakes please let me know. Thanks for reading! :)

It's been a while since I became a part of the (not really well-known) Kitty Gang. Baby J told me the gang had six members and their boss Hope. He was an influential businessman who makes his money with shady gangs just like the Kitty Gang. We don’t know a lot about his business but Baby J is sure that some of the greatest gangs work for him and that’s an honor to be a part of his „company“. I moved in with Baby J about a month ago because I had no safe place to stay after the dude I worked for was pissed at me and wanted me to pay for almost getting caught at a job I did for him. It didn’t sit well with him and he wanted a shit ton of money or my head for losing his cash. He said it’s my decision what to give him but, to be honest, I’m not too sure about that.

Baby J took me under his wing and introduced me to his roommate Agust D. He was a part of the Kitty Gang as well and he sells drugs that RM a pharmacist and also a Kitty Gang member cooks for him as a side job. Agust doesn’t talk much but he looks annoyed most of the time. Baby J said, that is just the way he is and I am fine with that. He is really quiet and I know his real name is Yoongi because Baby J called him like that a few times before. Some nights when he comes back home from his work we chill on the couch together. I’m awake most of the nights. I can’t sleep well. I never could. And as I said, he doesn’t talk much but the silence is never awkward. Actually, it’s really calming and I can fall asleep better while watching tv with him next to me. He is quiet.

Baby J isn’t. Sure he is charming but boy he has too much energy. He could talk about all the plans he has the whole day. But I wonder sometimes if he actually believes what he says about making the big money and living carelessly or if it's just comforting to him. I personally think that we’ll be dead in the next five years. Nobody’s life is long in Nightlife City. One big difference between the two boys is, that Agust brings no people to have sex with home. Baby J shares his bed frequently. I couldn’t stand the noise anymore and I also spent too much time wondering how it would feel to be underneath him, so I had to spend my last money on noise-canceling headphones. Agust already has a well-working pair and he recommended me some as well.

That brings us to this rainy day in early spring but seasons don’t really matter in Nightlife City. The tall buildings swallow the colors and it always feels like there is not enough air for all the people living here. Sometimes I can’t even tell if it’s night or day because the sky is so far away and down here the darkness never seems to fade. I can’t remember if it always felt like that but especially today my head felt like the foggy weather outside and the grey sky. I was awake the whole night to gather information for our next job for Hope. It was something about a nightclub he put a lot of money into but he never got it back. It’s always about the money, how exhausting. Dawn wasn’t far but I couldn’t stop. I was too afraid of making a mistake again and the Kitty Gang feels like my last straw before drowning. The work consumed me whole at this point but I knew I needed some rest. Couldn’t look at this stupid screen anymore. When I rested my eyes for a little I looked out of the window and the night wasn’t that dark anymore. More voices could be heard on the streets down below and I wondered where Agust was. He normally is at home around that time and I really need some of his calming aura to fall asleep. It was almost a habit at this point. He sitting on the right end of the couch, looking for something to watch while I curl myself into a ball on the left side and fall asleep slowly. Is it selfish or am I worried? I only know for a fact that I am fucking sleepy. I thought about Agust for a while and decided that it was concerning so I called JK, the bouncer he takes with him sometimes. I swear this boy has a face like an angel but he is fucking strong. I heard he does some underground boxing too. That's kind of cool. I secretly hope to watch him someday. His abs are hot and his smile is unbeatable. Focus Y/N.

The phone rang a few times then JK picked up. „Hi JK it’s me, is Agust with you?“ „Y/N! Sorry I’m still at work. I didn’t see him today. You could ask V.“ „Sure…thanks.“ „Hey, how are you?“ „Sleepy. I'm preparing the information for our next job. That’s why I need Agust. I want to sleep.“ „Okay…well…I let him know if he comes around but I have to go now.“ „Bye Jk.“

I threw my phone on my desk and felt even more frustrated than before. He was probably out drinking whit V or Jin but what should I do. Maybe going for a walk could help, but I hate people and I’m sure everyone is drunk on a Saturday night. Too dangerous. Maybe I could do some workouts or meditation. I almost laughed, almost. Maybe I could…

A few moments later I stood in front of Baby Js room. It was a stupid idea. There was no way that he was awake, he came home at 4 in the morning. He was a little drunk and a little high and the only time he isn’t Prince Charming is if he gets woken up. Still, I need sleep to continue my work later. He would understand, I tried to convince myself. I knocked. „Baby J, are you awake?“ I asked into the darkness of the room after not getting a reaction I just opened the door. I must be crazy. I heard a muffled sound and some ruffling where his bed was located. He had his heavy curtains closed and no city lights nor the upcoming daylight could shine through. „What is it, princess? Is the apartment on fire?“ „No, but…“ „You know this is the only reason to wake me up after my Saturday shift.“ „I know, but listen, please. I can’t sleep and I’m feeling frustrated and normally Agust helps me with that but he isn’t here and I can’t work anymore and…“ „Okay okay, stop it. How is he helping you?“ „He just… he is just next to me I guess.“ „Fine. I knew his boring personality was good for one thing.“ Baby J switched his night lamp on and I saw him putting his blankets up for me to get underneath it. I was a little taken aback cause I never thought he would do that. For me. He didn’t bother to open his eyes but he was drowsy from sleep. His puffy lips formed a pout and I really wanted to press my… „Let's go, Love.“ He now looked at me with a waiting look, so I got myself moving. And as fast as I was under the cover as fast I fell asleep and I could smell him, it was a sweet flowery scent mixed with strong alcohol. After a second of adjusting he put his arm around my body and suddenly I was not cold anymore. I prayed to all the gods and spirits that he couldn’t hear my heart beating faster than it should. I wasn’t used to physical contact and I tried to tell myself that I don’t like it at all. What a lie, our bodies were fitting perfectly together and I loved the comforting feeling of his nose brushing against my neck. I tried to get even closer and accidentally pressed my butt against his length. He chuckled quietly. „Sleep now, princess. I need you well rested.“ That was all I needed and I was gone.

Agust D came home about 50 minutes later. He was covered in blood and he had a piece of fabric pressed against his right eye. He slammed a knife and his freshly earned money on the table in front of the couch but struggled with keeping himself on his feet. He put the fabric away from his eye but it was still bleeding. „Fuck that.“ Was all he could say before he sat on the couch. A sharp pain shoot through his body but he knew he couldn’t even afford to think about going to the hospital. „Y/N…“ he mumbled. Then he passed out.

#bts fic #agust d #min yoongi #baby j #park jimin #agust d x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi f2l #kitty gang #cyberpunk au #bts x reader

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skipplings · 7 months ago

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Share The Same Sky

Haikaveh, Words: 1314

Author’s Note: Trying to just get words on the page this summer ^^ this isn’t proofread to the degree that my works usually are so please excuse any errors :) This was vaguely inspired by "Summer Years" by Death Cab for Cutie – absolutely devastating song, it always destroys me, I love it so much. Anyways, enjoy!

Sumeru City was seemingly a different place at night than during the day. In the daytime, the bustling sounds of city folk are everywhere, the sun illuminates the winding streets through thick foliage, giving them a speckling of sunlight freckles, and a rich symphony of smells fills the air. But the city noise is impossible to avoid without noise-canceling headphones, the sun always manages to get in your eyes, and sweet smells mix with the sour, smoky, and hearty until it all becomes meaningless stimuli. All that to say, the daytime had a tendency to be more than overwhelming for Alhaitham.

The nighttime on the other hand was illuminated only by dim streetlamps, the soundscape comprised solely of the faint buzzing of insects, and the only thing to smell was the crisp night air.

In every way, the night was preferable to the day in \ the young academic’s mind. As he sat looking out over Avidya forest, and the jagged rock formations of Liyue’s chasm just beyond it, Alhaitham thought about the night. Under the veil of darkness was when he felt the most productive, and it was when many of his textbooks procured their well turned pages and filled in margins. Some nights, after finishing his work (or growing tired of it) Alhaitham would sneak out of his dorm past curfew and make his way to the platform in front of the Akadeimya’s main entrance. He would dangle his legs over the edge, holding onto a baluster for support, and find himself lost in thought.

Tonight, on the eve of his graduation, was one such night. He had grown tired of tossing and turning in bed and decided he was in need of some fresh air. Alhaitham enjoyed sitting under the stars, and letting his mind wander during the night. He could only assume that was what dreaming must be like.

Alhaitham’s thoughts soon shifted to reflect on his years at the Akademiya, but he kept getting stuck on a certain face in his memories. Features of delicate porcelain, with eyes a stunning vermilion, and face-framing locks of golden hair. The visage in his mind was undoubtedly of his senior, Kaveh. Alhaitham’s nose wrinkled in immediate discomfort. Kaveh had graduated two years prior. There was no reason Alhaitham should be thinking of the man.

In their time spent together, it would be easier to count the occasions the two didn’t argue, than the times they did. But despite all of their quarrels, Alhaitham had to admit that he admired a lot about Kaveh. His work ethic, though unsustainable, was admirable. His optimism, though unrealistic, was refreshing. Even his chatty and forthcoming nature, though at times unbearable, was just another part of Kaveh’s charm. In many ways, Alhaitham felt the same way about Kaveh as he felt about the daytime: utterly too loud, too bright, overwhelming, and stubborn. But without the day, Alhaitham was sure he wouldn’t appreciate the night nearly as much. Their dichotomy only served to strengthen them – both night and day, as well as Kaveh and Alhaitham.

Despite the day and night always occurring in tandem with one another, there's no way they could ever occur at the same time. Night trying to co-exist with day would cause a state of timeless pandemonium born out of selfishness and flawed thinking.

During his last semester, Kaveh was teaching the class right before one of Alhaitham’s in the same room. Alhaitham had a habit of being early, and often found his seat in empty classrooms while the previous lecture’s professor packed up their things. He liked the predictability of being early, and being able to choose his seat and lay out his notebooks without the feeling of scrutinizing eyes watching him. However, on the first day of his research methods class, as he slipped into the classroom, he was met by a familiar glimmering red gaze.

Kaveh opened his mouth, and Alhaitham couldn’t tell if it was in shock or if he wanted to say something. Alhaitham shifted on his feet and glanced around the room for where he was going to sit.

“Alhaitham? … What are you doing here?” Kaveh finally spoke. Alhaitham picked a spot towards the back of the classroom and began making his way towards it.

“I go to school here.” Alhaitham replied bluntly. He placed his things down on the desk, and paused to glance up at Kaveh. He watched as the cheeks of his senior turned a similar color to his irises.

“Obviously! I meant why are you here? In this classroom?”

“Why else? I have a class.” Alhaitham took a seat, and began unpacking his bag as the room swelled with silence. Truthfully, he was surprised to see Kaveh. He hadn’t heard anything about what Kaveh was doing after graduation, but he certainly hadn’t expected him coming back to the Akademiya as a lecturer so soon. Alhaitham straightened his notebook, fitting it squarely on the table. Two pencils and an eraser were also placed neatly to the right of the notebook, and in the top left corner of the desk he had placed his water bottle.

The commotion at the front of the classroom from Kaveh packing up had ceased, and Alhathaim glanced up from his desk to eye the man. As the two of them became entangled in a staring contest, neither one bending to break eye contact, Kaveh eventually spoke, albeit softly.

“It’s good to see you, Alhaitham. I hope you’ve been–”

A loud creak from the classroom door being opened cut him off, and brought an end to the unofficial staring contest. Kaveh greeted the other professor cordially, and after sparing one last glance at Alhaitham, promptly left the classroom.

Once a week, the men did the same song and dance. Sometimes a few words were exchanged, but it was more often that they packed and unpacked in silence, only occasionally stealing glances at one another.

Alhaitham rubbed his eyes to check he wasn’t seeing things, when the first flash of orange appeared on the horizon in front of him. He had been so lost in thought he’d spent the whole night out in the open.

The day of his graduation had finally come, after years of hard work and dedication. It was difficult for him to imagine a life without school, but that reality was fast approaching, and he’d have to find something else to fill his days.

The sun soon peeked above the mountaintops and Alhaitham let out a deep sigh. He let his torso fall backwards, so his back was pressed flat against the stone platform. Through the leaves of the Divine tree above him, he could make out a white orb, still in the sky. The sun and the moon in the sky at once. Alhaitham smiled softly to himself at the thought. He often struggled to think in shades of gray. Things like black and white, or day and night, felt more concrete to him. But of course no matter how different the day and the night are from one another, both the sun and the moon still share the same sky, they just take turns having their moment to shine.

Alhaitham’s eyes fluttered shut as the warm light of the morning sun bathed his face. He let the feeling wash over him, giving him a sense of calm about the day ahead. Slowly, the young scholar raised from where he was sitting, the night was ending – he needed to get ready for his graduation ceremony. But as he stood, and the sun was fully visible in the sky, he heard a soft voice from behind him. A voice as warm as the sun but with an intonation as grating as the day. The phrase it spoke was a familiar one. One he’d heard the same voice say only months before.

“Alhaitham? … What are you doing here?”

#genshin impact #kaveh #alhaitham #al haitham #kavehtham #haikaveh #haikavetham #oneshot #skippworks #fanfic #genshin imagines #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #light angst #slight college au #idk man #summer 2024

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faegoddessog · 1 year ago

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Okay. So I need to do this publicly because I really want to give you detailed feedback. So everything in BOLD UPPERCASE is my addition to this. MY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS IF YOU WILL.

Daily Meal AND THERE'S THE TITLE I GAVE YOU

HOW PERFECT DOES HE LOOK HERE?

Please let me know if you see anything that needs attention (other than the fucking hot pic of Austin in a backstage setting that perfectly goes with this story that I wrote way before those pics came out.. magic!!) BEST COINCIDENCE EVER THAT THIS PICTURE CAME OUT THIS DAY

OKAY HERE WE GO

She was sitting on the couch in their apartment, back to the door. It was bad Feng Shui, but it was the only place the robust piece of furniture would fit in the narrow New York apartment. They had rented it furnished and would only be here for about 9 months anyway. SEE YOU WROTE 'ROBUST PIECE OF FURNITURE' AND I THOUGHT 'OH THEY GONNA TEST THE STURDINESS OF THE COUCH' MY MIND WAS READY FOR SMUT IS ALL I'M SAYING.

She loved going with Austin to his film locations when she could. She adored travel and exploration, but she adored Austin exponentially more. He was the most kind person she had ever met. The fact that he was beyond handsome and famous didn't even matter to her. He had amazed her from their first meeting. A meeting after which, he began to pursue her diligently. OH HE'S A CHASER.

They had been in the City for just over two weeks now, under the guise of 'getting settled’. Really, they had come early because Austin had an addiction, theater. He had drug her out to shows nearly every night for the past two weeks before he started work on his new job. It's not like she hated going, she liked theater too. Just… whoa. She was at the point where she couldn't remember which scene belonged to which play. LOVE HOW YOU INCORPORATED HIS LOVE FOR THE THEATRE. OR AS HE ONCE SAID 'MAINLINING THEATRE'

All that would slow down as today was the first table read of the new play Austin was starring in. Austin was so excited to be working on Broadway again. When he left that morning he was like a kid in a candy shop: smiling, nervous and buzzing. I CAN IMAGINE THAT VIVIDLY.

Tonight though, he promised her something different. He was going to take her to his favorite little hole in the wall place, they had live music every night and 'the best cocktails in town'.

It was weird for him to want to be out so much, usually he was more of a ‘let’s stay in’ kind of guy. She supposed this was what theater did to him. YEP, FEELS A BIT OOC FOR AUS. BUT LET'S ROLL WITH IT.

Right now though, she had her headphones on trying to finish her remote work before he got home. There had been problems all day at the home office, deadlines had gotten moved up and her boss had put a lot of pressure on her to get them done. She had been frantically working all afternoon and felt like she was getting nowhere. Stumbling blocks and obstacles just kept popping up right and left. She felt like the project was slipping through her fingers. DO YOU KNOW ME IRL? WE HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT THAT TIME IN MY LIFE, RIGHT? SO THIS ALREADY FEELS VERY FAMILIAR.

Austin traipsed down the hallway to their apartment. His day had been so good, the table read went amazing and the meeting after showed a ton of excitement built up about his new show. He was riding a high when he opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch, back to the door.

He took a minute to look at her toeing off his shoes as per the rental agreement. YOU CAN PUT THAT IN A RENTAL AGREEMENT? Her hair was up in a bun, the noise canceling headphones that she preferred to earbuds when working cradling her head. The wide neck of her shirt had slipped down, showing off her shoulders. The thin gold necklace that he had given her draped over the back of her neck gave him warm fuzzies. AWWWW, HE'S A BIT TERITORRAL WHEN IT COMES TO HER. I LIKE THAT.

Damn he loved her. He was so happy that he got to bring his best girl with him on this project and share with her his love for theater.

The fact that she could do her job anywhere was amazing. He loved when she joined him on location, though she only ever visited the set occasionally during filming. She said it was important that they had their own bits of life, she didn't want him to feel smothered or like she had to check up on him on set. In fact, she could never make him feel that way. In the past two years, she had become his rock, his solid base to cling to as he jumped into projects that scared him, that pushed him. NICE WORK DESCRIBING AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WITH ALL THE UPLIFTING SIDES THAT COME WITH THAT.

He closes the door. She doesn’t turn, clearly sucked in. YEAH, AND WEARING NOISE-CANCELING HEADPHONES ;)

"Well shit!" she exclaims loudly, banging on her keyboard a little too vehemently, obviously trying to make something work that was not working. BEEN THERE. VERY RELATABLE.

Austin's eyes narrow in concern. She is usually quite collected, but the move and work had been stressful on her. VERY OBSERVANT BF. LOVE THAT.

He slips into the bedroom, then out again unnoticed, pushing something into his jeans pocket. Austin walks up behind her and lightly touches her bare shoulders. She jumps a bit, startled, and looks up.

"Oh hey babe," she pulls her headphones off her ears, "how did it go?"

"It went well, I think it's gonna be a really good show," he says, "sounds like your day wasn't as great."

"That's an understatement," she says rubbing the bridge of her nose, "the whole system just went down, again. So frustrating. I feel like I can't get a foothold on this project." AGAIN, BEEN THERE. VERY RELATABLE.

He leans over the couch and closes the laptop, setting it aside. His lips brush her sensitive spot behind her ear. She closes her eyes, raises her hands to wrap around him and leans into his soft attentions. OKAAAYYY, WE GETTIN' SOMEWHERE.

"Feeling out of control are you?" he rumbles in her ear, "I have something that might help." DOM MODE ACTIVATED.

Before she can ask what, he slips his bracelets over her wrists. The ones that mean she doesn't get to make decisions until they come off. The ones that signify he is in charge. The ones that mean she belongs to him. YESSS...DEFINITELY LIKE THAT.

Two beautiful Italian-made leather cuff bracelets he had made in lieu of a collar. She did not like things tight around her neck, they had discovered. AGAIN, DO YOU KNOW ME?

The cuffs could dangle comfortably loose, or they could be tightened with small decorative looking buckles if he needed them tighter. They had beautiful intertwining loops of leather with a couple rings of metal that Austin could slip his fingers into to control her or restrain her. Or he could clip them together with a carabiner. He was quite proud of his little invention, really. DO YOU HAVE VISUALS FOR THOSE?´OR AN AFFILIATE LINK? LOL She can stop it all with the murmur of their safe word, of course. But she was loath to use it unless completely necessary. CONSENT & RULES IN PLACE...SO IMPORTANT.

She sighs as he slips them on, pussy clenching, almost Pavlovian in response at this point. God she loves him, he always knows exactly what she needs. Right now, she needs to not be in charge for a while. He must have had a really good day. He only got them out when he was in a really good mood. HIM TAKING CHARGE IS HOT. HIM TAKING CHARGE WHEN HE KNOWS SHE NEEDS IT IS EVEN BETTER: HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE PROMPTED, HE PICKS UP ON IT? TOTAL TURN ON.

"You know I wanted to take you out tonight, Doll," his hands slide down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipples, "but you aren't dressed yet. Oh hunny, what are we gonna do about that?"

"Out? Aren't we staying in?" she frowned a little, shaking her wrists a little. She had never worn the cuffs out in public before.

"Oh no, we are going, and those are going to stay on. It's New York, after all. No one will think twice," he says, stepping to the chair opposite the couch. I'VE NEVER BEEN TO NY BUT WEARING LEATHER CUFFS (THAT ARE SO NON-OBVIOUS) WOULD FLY UNDER THE RADAR HERE IN MY MID-SIZE EUROPEAN TOWN. SO I IMAGINE IT'S A NO-BRAINER IN NY.

"Yes, Austin," she says looking up at him, grateful to not have to make the decision. LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK: SOMETIMES IT'S A RELIEF TO NOT BE IN CHARGE, TO BE THE PLANNER. I HAVE A FEELING A LOT OF WOMEN FALL INTO THAT CATEGORY.

God he is beautiful. His tall frame is both lean and muscular, she knew he was stronger than he looked. Whether he had a little bit of scruff or he was clean shaven, his face was the very definition of handsome. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and the most adorable little corner mouth dimple on his left side. He was dotted with a unique constellation of freckles that she had been known to trace with her fingertips over his cheek and with her tongue as they dipped down his neck and onto his chest. OH THAT'S A CORE FANTASY OF MINE. AGAIN, WE DIDN'T TALK ABOUT THIS. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY? His lips, oh lord, his lips were always soft and kissable. The sharp bow of his upper lip in opposition with the full roundness of the bottom one. He could do things with that mouth, things the mere thought of which had her wet. CHECK. His newly darkened hair accentuated his piercing blue eyes. His new character was raven haired and he was nothing if not thorough in his preparation. His dedication to his craft was something she adored about him. YEP. TOTALLY WITH HER ON THAT ONE.

"Now, you are going to peel down right here,” he places himself deliberately in the chair, leaning back, long legs crossed, "then you will wear what I pick out."

His thumb and long fore-finger outline his mouth, pulling his bottom lip out. Something he did when he was nervous or when he was looking at something that turned him on. Right now that something was her. He waved his other hand in a 'well get on with it' gesture.

"Yes Austin," she said, standing up, "what first?"

"Hmm, top," he said simply.

They had played this game before. She knew he liked her to undress slowly and to touch herself when she did it. Her hand started at her waist, fingertips dragging the bottom edge of her shirt up, exposing the natural roundness of her belly.

She was no impossibly thin supermodel, she was curvy, strong, healthy. He liked that about her, liked that she didn't conform to the California/Fashion/Hollywood standards he had grown up with. She marched to the beat of her own drum. She was hot as fuck doing it. He had noticed that since she was thrust into the public eye by dating him, she was starting to lead the pack in promoting body positivity, just by being herself. QUEEN!!! YES TO NORMAL BODIES AND HOT MEN THINKING NORMAL SIZED WOMEN ARE HOT AF.

The hem of her shirt got caught momentarily on her naturally large breasts as she slowly stripped off her top. She hated wearing bras when at home. THIS! Her breasts bounced just a little as the shirt broke free. It was tantalizing to him.

"Turn around," he said, "pull those bottoms down, both of them."

Her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her joggers and panties. Pulling first one side down over her luscious hips, then the other to just under her ass.

"Stop," he said quickly," mmm, pull those cheeks apart for me." SCREAMING! THINKING ABOUT A CERTAIN BLUE STONED GEM FROM A PREVIOUS STORY.

She grasped the roundness of her ass. The spreading sparking little sensations to her asshole and consequently to her pussy. She breathes out the tiniest of moans. She loves when he orders her to touch herself.

"Down to your ankles now," he says.

She steps back from the couch, more in the middle of the space and, bending at the waist, pushes her panties and joggers to the floor.

"Yes, show me that pussy, Doll," his deep voice starting to sound husky.

She steps her feet out of her clothes and then apart, pushing her hips back to him. Reaching back, she pulls her ass cheeks apart.

"Oh my, baby, you look like you are wet, touch yourself and check," he directs. He has uncrossed his legs, manspreading in the most delicious way, giving himself room to grow.

LIKE THAT? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT.

Reaching between her legs with one hand, she dips a finger into her seeping wetness, pulling away a string of moisture.

"Oh yes you are," he breaths, "do you like being all bent over in front of me, Doll? Showing me that wet, needy pussy?" The sound of a zipper reaches her ears.

"Yes Austin," her only reply.

Austin's hands are on her hips, guiding her to his now fully erect, fully exposed lap. "Sit that pretty pussy down on my big cock."

It was big; long fingers and hands do not lie, at least when it came to Austin. I SHARE THAT LINE OF THINKING.

She nestles down onto him with a pleasure filled moan. The first taste of his cock in her pussy was always perfection for them both, and it only got better from there.

"Oh yes, baby doll, , such a good girl, so wet for me” he praises her, “clean that finger off sweetheart," he pushes her hand to her mouth.

She turns her head to the side so he can watch her lick her juices. She moans around her finger as he slowly slides in and out of her.

"Hands," his gruff voice says.

She knows what he wants. She wants it too. She presents her wrists behind her. He laces the two fingers of one hand into the straps on both wrists. Pulling them tight behind her.

"Make me cum in that pussy baby, ride me," he leans back.

Clenching his ass and pushing himself further upward, he gives her his whole shaft to ride. His thumb strokes the soft skin of her inner wrist.

"Yes Austin,” she loves not having to think about what to do next. AGAIN, YESSS. Getting her feet under her, she slowly rises and falls, savoring every centimeter of him. The stress of the day forgotten as warmth percolates in her lower belly.

"Fuck yes, god I love your wet cunt wrapped around my dick," he groans out. "Does it feel good doll?"

"Yes Austin," she moans through clenched teeth. Her hips gyrate in slow, wide circles as she slides him further into her. His head brushes past the singular delicious point on the front of her vagina.

“Ohmigod!” falls from her lips as a shudder runs through her.

"Don't you cum unless I say so," he struggles not to fuck her back, to let her do all the work. LOVE THAT KIND OF DOMINANCE.

"Oh fuck, yes Austin," she moans.

She had almost forgotten that part, it had been too long since he had taken the weight of the world from her shoulders. OH THIS HIT'S SO CLOSE. AS AN OVERTHINKER IT RARELY HAPPENS BUT WHEN IT DOES IT'S THE BEST.

As she settles into a slow rhythm, Austin’s free hand slips around her ribcage, his long fingers pressing just under her breast. He steers her towards the pace he wants.

“Yes baby doll, just like that,” his voice sonorous and deep. YEAH, NOT SO KEEN ON THE TERM OF ENDEARMENT. (BUT HEY, IT CAN'T ALL BE GOOD, RIGHT?)

The exquisite ache starts to pour down his cock and coalesce deep in his groin. He takes a second to watch this gorgeous creature impaling herself on him. The muscles of her triceps popping as he holds her arms. He can just see the sides of her tits, pressed out and bouncing. He makes a mental note to have a mirror to hang on the wall opposite so he can watch her fully. The idea makes his pelvic floor clench and his arousal heighten. THE CLENCHING IS REAL.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” she cries out, his cock bouncing just a little inside her. It’s a small movement but it pings the nerves just right. It forces her muscles to contract deliciously around him, compelling her right up to her edge. The edge, she knew, that was not allowed to her, not yet. EVIL, BUT GOOD.

His chuckle came from deep in his chest. He knows she is getting close. He knows her cues, he made a study of her when they first got together, and he was nothing if not thorough. ALWAYS THE DELIGENT STUDENT. He fucking loves making her cum.

Her clamping down on his cock makes him gasp. Austin can’t help himself now, his glutes flexing and thighs straining, thrusting into her. The course of their movement falls naturally into him holding her still so he can fuck her. He loves fucking her. The anticipation builds in him, the glorious pressure seeps into his lower stomach.

Her head is thrown back, her legs are shaking. His thrusts are perfection, pumping in and out of her, hitting her inside in a way that she just can’t emulate. She loves it when he fucks her. Warmth rises to heat, swelling inside her seeking a crack from which to release.

“Please, can I come, please,” she whines, toes curling, muscles tense trying to control the pleasure wanting to burst out of her. Wetness trickles down the base of his shaft and onto his balls,

“NO!” his rasping reply through gritted teeth. He fucks her.

Her eyebrows draw together in a grimace, but the corner of her lips curl into a smile. Yeah, she loves this. This teetering on the edge, praying he will let her drench his cock. HOW DOES SHE HOLD BACK? SUPERHUMAN QUEEN!

And he fucks her.

“Ungh,” he groans out, “Fuck. Yes!”

Even through the haze of pleasure she is attempting to override, she can tell when he is close. She knows every sound he makes, the groan in his throat when he is so turned on there is no stopping him. She knows the cadence of his thrusts, when his balls cling tightly to his body in preparation. She fucking loves making him so hot that he can’t help but chase his orgasm single mindedly.

And he fucks her.

“Can I cum, can I cum, can I cum,” she starts to beg, moaning over and over.

He knows she is practically cumming already.

But he can’t answer.

His thrusts start to stutter, he can feel the pressure building in his balls to the point of no return. Guttural animal noises are all that he can make as the release overtakes him, his body tense. His energy focused on the single point of pulsing and surging of his cum into her frantic pussy.

Finally, he manages to sputter out “Yes.”

Her orgasm rockets from her as she fucks herself hard on his cock. Clenching him. Drenching him.

“YES! YES! YES!” she is screaming. Spine writhing like a snake.

“Oh my fucking god!” Austin’s eyes roll back, he head lolling on the back of the chair, his now sensitive cock getting a pounding of its own. KHDFKGHÖOIZF(WE&R%/W$EROFNSXFKUZG§$)(%/§$)%$/&POQ§UE=)" I QUITE LIKE THIS!

Finally she stills. Both of them shaking, twitching. He lets go of her wrists. She turns with ragged breath to curl up in his waiting arms. AFTERCARE KING.

>>>><<<<

Austin held her hand, forefinger looped through the bracelet on her hand. They had somehow managed to avoid most paparazzi, though by now they just always assumed there would be photos of them.

They walked down the alleyway, towards the blue neon feline over a paint-splattered black door with a stenciled white outline of a cat. It looked grungy and unkept. She looked at Austin as though he was crazy. He just smiled at her, pulled at the door handle without a scrap of hesitation. LOVE THE VIBE

She was wearing the outfit he picked out for her. A dark brown wraparound cocktail dress with capped sleeves and plunging neckline. The curved hemline of the wrap meeting in the front, forming an inverted V. Her legs flashed as she walked. He picked it because he could have easy and full access to her bare pussy. Of course he wouldn’t let her have panties. She wore leather heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed and matched the cuffs dangling from her wrists. MATCHING YOUR KINK WITH YOUR OUTFIT IS NEXT LEVEL.

The second they walk down the stairs and into the speakeasy, she knows why he loves it here. It’s like they were instantly transported backstage. Props and set pieces make up the decor, it’s dark and intimate. There is exposed brick and ductwork and even a steel support beam bolted to its concrete footing. She half expects to see a rack of costumes roll by and actors with overly emphasized rouged cheeks hurrying to make their entrance, stage left.

There is a stage in fact, a tiny one. OH OH, ARE THERE NUDE DANCERS ON THE STAGE? There is a band playing and the place is pleasantly filled with patrons. OH, JUST MUSICIANS. THAT'S WHAT I CALL A MISSED CHANCE.

The bartender greets him like an old friend. They exchange a few sentences and he introduces her. Austin never lets go of her hand. Almost as if she is an anchor for his introverted self in the metaphorical sea of people. STILL THAT INTROVERT AT HEART:

They are shown to the most dark secluded round table with round couch seating in the back corner next to an egress that says ‘STAGE’ in grungy, scuffed lettering. He motions for her to take a seat.

“Peel that skirt slit back as you sit,” he whispers as he strips off his elegant black jacket revealing his basic white t-shirt underneath and the stitching detail on his black trousers. As he sits, he lays the jacket partially over her lap as though she was cold. It’s just a little extra insurance, the table hides most of her lap.

He snuggles her in tight to him, his long legs crossed towards her. Her hand rests lightly on his thigh One arm languidly around her shoulders, the other resting high on her now bare thigh under his jacket. He looks her up and down while they sit and enjoy the music for a minute, his fingers making little circles on her inner thigh.

“You know Doll,” he leans in, lips close to her ear, “you look good enough to eat, I might just make you my daily meal.” THERE'S THAT SONG BIT THAT INSPIRED IT ALL!

Her arm curls her hand to play in his dark hair. The moment is so intimate. She looks demurely down, pressing her lips together as his fingers graze her other ones under the table.

The waitress walks over. They both smile up at her like he doesn't have his hand up her dress.

“Hi, what can I get you two lovebirds,” she says, “Oh wow, I love your bracelet. Where did you get it.”

“He had them specially made for me,” she grins at Austin. He just nods, not offering any more information.

The waitress doesn’t note the plural. Austin orders a lemon sour and the grilled maitake for her and decides on the fried quail and a green toki highball for himself. HOW CAN THEY EVEN THINK ABOUT REAL FOOD?

When the drinks are delivered, Austin removes his hand from her thigh and then replaces it with the one draped over her shoulders.

“Wider,” he says smiling while handing her the lemon sour. Her legs part just enough so his hand can slip between them. As he sips, he pulses two fingers against her labia in time to the music. STRUMMING HER LIKE A GUITAR...

She watches the little stage, trying not to show her arousal on her face as she drinks. His pulsing becomes pushing as her wetness creeps onto his digits. Slowly sinking his long dextrous fingers over her clit and to the second knuckle inside her warm wet pussy over and over. It’s getting harder for her to keep her composure.

Food arrives. He retracts his fingers, wiping them cursorily between her thighs. She notes that they still glisten as he pulls a piece of quail off with his hands. Looking her in the eyes, he licks his fingers off before putting the bite in his mouth. DIRTY MAN. LOVE IT.

She knows what that beautiful tongue can do and hopefully will do later, if she’s good.

When they are done with their meal, she excuses herself to the bathroom, slickness lubricating her inner thighs. She makes her way through the rabbit warren that is the underground of this building to find the restroom. She tries her best to wipe away her arousal, not that she is embarrassed, she loves being this wet for Austin. It’s just that she came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot on the back of her dress. GIRL HAS STILL TOO MUCH GOING ON IN HER MIND? IF IT'S DARK NO ONE WILL SEEEEEEEEE.....

When she steps out, hair, pussy and makeup refreshed, Austin is there, coat over his arm, in the tight hallway. He smiles and takes her by the hand, fingers looping into the leather at her wrist. He leads her, she is sure, in the wrong direction, away from the speakeasy.

“Austin, I think it’s that way,” she says, pointing over her shoulder, forgetting the rules of their game.

He stops near a door and looks at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you questioning me?” I SEE TROUBLE ON THE HORIZON.

“I just don’t want them to think we aren’t paying… or … some…thing.” she says, her words falling off.

“Hmm,” is all he says. OH OH. DEFENETLY IN TROUBLE.

He pushes the door open staring at her, then nods his head toward the dark entrance. He had been here before, and was hoping not much had changed.

The door led into another darkened narrow hallway, then opened onto the backstage wing of this old theater. There was a concrete ledge and exposed brick, even some graffiti. The leg curtains still hang, dusty, masking this little used space. THAT'S AN INSURANCE LIABILITY IF I EVER SEEN ONE.

The stage itself and the old seating area are clearly in the process of some kind of remodeling job. The lights are still on, blazing. Someone may still be at work here at this late hour.

Austin walks a little, checking out the stage. She can tell the place is speaking to his theater blood. He places his jacket on the stone ledge. He strides two steps toward her and leans against the stone to brick wall. With narrowed eyes, he looks her up and down.

"Damn baby doll," the fingers of his right hand, glide across his bottom lip and chin as if trying to decide what to do with her, “about that daily meal.”

He reaches for her, pulling her against him. He flips her hair over her shoulder with the back of his hand, sliding it behind her neck and up to the back of her head. He presses her back to the wall.

"Spread your legs baby doll," his lips brush her ears as he grasps her hair in a loose fist.

The sensation on her head makes her shudder, the growl of his voice sends deep vibrations to her core. She steps her feet gingerly apart. SHIT. EVEN I FEEL THOSE VIBRATIONS...

"Lift your skirt, like a good girl," he kisses her cheek sweetly.

Her fingers gather the front of her skirt into her palms. The cool air of the space feels good on her hot cunt.

"Mmm, such a pretty pussy," he croons in her ear. Austin's long fingers brush the length of her outer lips.

"This is pretty dry baby, do you not like our little game anymore?" he asks with almost a pout, patting her mons, "do you want me to stop?" He lets his hand drop to his side. AUS THAT'S YOUR PART IN THIS EQUATION.

"No, no, I love it," she says quickly. She grabs his hand and pulls it back to her, “please don't stop." She was too far into the scene now, he had built her up too much all night to just stop. She needed him, needed whatever he decided to give her tonight.

"Tch, tch, tch,” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, “oh Doll, did I say you could let go of your skirt?" He looks at her reprovingly, one eyebrow lifted, "questioning me, making up your own directions… oh no.” I SEE SOME FPRM OF PUNISHMENT COMING.

Whoops.

"I'm sorry…Sir," she quickly gathered her skirt up again, bottom lip catching in her teeth.

"Oh sugar, it's ok, or it will be in a minute," a devilish smile curls his lips.

Slap! His hand met her pussy with a sharp smack. The jolt sent electricity through her. She fucking loved when he slapped her pussy, liked it even when her bracelets weren't on.

"Say it," his voice was stern as he pets her, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light.

"Austin," she breathes.

Slap! Her mouth curves slightly upwards as she jolts, chin tilting up.

"Is," the word comes out more defiant than she meant.

The hand in her hair tightens hard and pulls her head back, towering over her, his jawline set. Moisture springs immediately to the waterline of her eyes. THAT'S NOT WHERE THE LUBRICATION IS NEEDED GIRL. BUT I UNDERSTAND.

SLAP! Harder. Her leg shakes with the pain and pleasure of it.

"Hnngh, In," more of a moan than a spoken word.

Austin's lips brush hers. His tongue flickers out to wet her lips, then his own push gently against them. His lips leave, but his eyes remain close to hers. She can see her desire reflected in his eyes.

SLAP! Hardest. OOOUUUUUFFFFF!!!!

"Charge!" the word squeals from her throat.

"Mmm hmmm, that's right Doll," he croons, staring at her eyes, "now, are you gonna be good and do as I say?”"

She would nod if she could, but his grip on her hair was just tight enough to restrict her movement.

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out.

“That’s my girl,” he releases her hair and kisses her softly, lovingly, his hand rubbing soothingly on her tingly, dry lips. STILL DRY? GIRL YOU NEED TO DRINK MORE WATER.

“Hmm, maybe this little pussy just needs some encouragement?” he rubs a deep circle over her mons. Zings of pleasure tighten in her.

“Oh fuck,” slips from her mouth.

“Oh my, what a dirty mouth you have, Doll. Do I need to give it something else to do?” he asks, stepping back from her, fingers tapping the clasp at his waist.

She stands there, looking down at his tapping hand, breath shallow. She is still holding her dress up, still exposed to him, for him. Gods she is beautiful, he was so smitten with her.

She is trying so hard to be good. All she really wants is to leap on him, make him fuck her until she fills the thearter with the cacophony of her screaming orgasm. It was easier to cum when she was loud.

“Hmm?” he waits.

Slowly, she raises her eyes to his, chin still pointed down, a little hungry smile on her lips. She just nods. She loves his cock in her mouth.

His eyebrow twitches and a little moan sounds deep in his throat. If he wasn’t fully hard before, the look on her face made him so now. He pulls open the clasp quicker than he meant to. GOOD HE'S AFFECTED TOO.

Fuck she made him want her so badly. He thought about just sinking his cock into her. Fucking her until she begged him to stop, then doing it a little longer. She would be loud in this cavernous place and probably alert everyone in a half mile radius.

He took a breath, calming himself just a little. Not trusting himself to talk just yet, he indicates the floor with his eyes and a little nod of his head.

She slowly gets down on her knees in front of him licking her lips in preparation.

“Open” he commands as he pulls himself out.

He places his velvety head on her outstretched tongue.

Her eyes look up at him, she knows he likes that. The tip of her tongue laps up and down on his frenulum, her mouth still wide open. His breath leaves him in a low moan as she gradually drags his cock further and further into her mouth. When his tip hits her soft palette, her lips close engulfing him. Her wet lips dragging along his dry shaft. HE TOO, HAS A DEHYDRATION PROBLEM? ;)

Her hands are still on the hem of her dress, holding it up, exposing herself. Afterall, he didn’t tell her to let go and she is trying so hard to be good for him.

He holds himself at the base as she glides her head back and forth over his length. Her tongue rippling along his underside. He hadn’t planned on fucking her mouth, he hadn’t planned on cumming until they got home. But the thrill of maybe being caught was exhilarating PREACH IT (ALSO ANOTHER REQUEST UNLOCKED) and she was so fucking good at this. He found himself holding her head still and thrusting into her. He tried not to make her gag too much, but when it happened it was so hot.

She fucking loves this, loves his movement in her mouth, loves it when he gags her just a bit, bringing up that thick spit from the back of her throat. She is surprised when his hands go to her hair to hold her still. She didn’t think he’d go for it here. It’s hot, the way he loses control. YEP. PRETTY FUCKING HOT. She presses her lips over her teeth. Breath is seething through his teeth, she can tell he is close.

Her tongue feels like some kind of wizardry along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes are closed, and he watches himself sink between her pretty pink lips.

She is his good girl, his naughty girl.

His.

“I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to see any of it leave your mouth,” he whispers to her. His head tilts back, as she sucks him long and hard.

Muttered curses come from him in his last few thrusts. He surges into her mouth, hot and sticky. She greedily swallows everything he gives her. As he pulls out, her tongue presses up on the bottom of his cock, milking the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. He groans. She leaves her tongue out to show him.

“Let me see that dirty mouth. What a good girl you are,” he pants, “Swallow it hunny.”

She does, licking her lips. Fuck she is hot. BOTH ARE. FFS.

He pulls her up to standing. Wiping his thumb along her wet chin. Then kissing her mouth deeply. Her hips are rocking back and forth lewdly, hands still holding her dress up. It is clear she is too far gone to just leave.

He deliberately tucks his spent cock back into his pants. She lets out a little whine.

“Such a good girl, swallowing all my cum. I think you earned a little reward, don’t you?” his fingers lightly play at the collar of her dress.

She is practically seething with desire, if she didn’t have the bracelets on, she would have shoved him up against the wall and had her way with him. But all she can do right now is nod.

“Use your words,” he admonishes, fingers tracing down the curves of her waist. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” she pants, ”I need...”

“What do you need, baby doll, tell me…” he urges her on. OH NOT THAT NICKNAME AGAIN!!!!!

“I need… I need to cum.” the last word exhaled out, barely audible.

“Oh but baby Doll,” his pinky and thumb splayed to either side, he draws a long, slow line up her inner thighs. She shudders as his touch sends electricity up her spine. He stops just short. “You forgot to say please.”

SLAP!

Her pussy stings in the most glorious way.

“Start over,” he says low in her ear.

SLAP!

“I need..” she moans SLAP!

“to cum…” she is shaking

SLAP!

“Please!” her voice a whine.

SLAP!

“SIR!” The last impact is like stinging rapture. GOOSEBUMPS!

“Shhhh, that’s better, my good girl,” he says quietly in her ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to be quiet. Understand?”

Her eyes go big for a second, she is terrible at being quiet, but she is shaking with the wanting of him, she won’t make it home in this state. She just nods, biting her lip, hoping she can.

He backs her up to the stone ledge, grasping her inner thigh, he lifts her leg so that her foot is on the ledge. She is more exposed than ever, wide open for him.

“Keep your hands on the ledge,” he whispers in her ear.

He falls to his knees in front of her.

“Well that did it baby doll, you are dripping now. You must like me in your mouth, yes?” AH HYDRATION PROBLEM SOLVED....AN EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS IS NEEDED.

“Oh yes sir,” she whispers.

“Do you like it when I punish this pretty pussy” he asks, looking up at her.

She just whines and nods, not trusting herself to speak. NODDING ALONG.

“I’m gonna clean this up now, you stay quiet.”

He licks long strokes up her pussy, strings of moisture sticking to his tongue. With one hand, he spreads her labia wide. He can see her glisten, even in the dim light. Knowing he doesn’t need to gently warm her up, he dives right in. He presses his mouth to her, his nose buried against her mons. The middle of his tongue rolling wide just below her clit. God he loves the taste of her pussy. He could lick her all night.

The instant his tongue hits her, her supporting leg nearly gives out. Thankfully the ledge is there to hold her up.

His tongue reaches back, pushing into her as far as he can go. He laps up toward her clit, bringing her juices along.

God he is good at this. She is lost in the motions of his tongue against her. Her lips pressed tight together, trying not to moan. She could let him tongue fuck her into oblivion.

He traces a circle around her clit. Then two fingers push their way into her wet slit. Her spine curls over him as thrilling tension fills her. He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rubs with a wide tongue, fucking her slowly with his fingers.

Her head is tucked forward, body clenched tight, the heat behind her clit collapsing in on itself.

“Please can I come? Please?” she barely whispers.

“Mmmhmm,” he nods, looking up at her. Holy shit, his blue eyes against that black hair looking up at her from between her legs? Divine.

Little outpourings of her juices start to soak his hand. He sucks her clit into the vacuum of his mouth, licking, licking, licking. Fingering her faster.

He can hear a quiet, high pitched nasal whine, her teeth clamping down on the meaty pad of her thumb. Suddenly she is jerking against his mouth, exploding, thrusting her gushing cunt onto his fingers. It’s all he can do to keep contact with her wild gyrations.

FJBDFGHSIUFHKWLENEFHIÖAEWUZTHKJSbDVJLDFHGIEHGIUADHGTKAERHGTOIAEJRGTPOUEATHTGKJGMGFM!!

Eventually, she slows, as does he. He stands up, adjusting his now once again hardening cock. He puts his arms around her, holding her close as little aftershocks yank at her core.

“There’s my good baby Doll.” he whispers lovingly in her ear. NOT BABY DOLL AGAIN!

She curls into him, panting quietly.

Then he hears voices float down from the back of the theater.

“Yes sir and as you can see we have already started renovations here.. Let me take you down and show you what we plan to do with the stage area.”

“Very good, how much longer will all this take?”

His eyes go huge. She is still oblivious, coming down off her high.

“Shh, we have to go,” he whispers to her. He grabs his coat and drags her quietly with his wet hand to the cramped, dark hallway where they came in. As they reach the door, they can hear the voices.

“What are these water drips on the floor?” VERY NECESSARY!!!!

“Oh, um… I don't know we’ll have to check if there are any pipes up there”

“I was told this building was sound…”

Austin opens the door back near the bathrooms of the speakeasy, lips pressed together. Once the door shuts behind them he breaks out in giggles, dragging her away from the door.

“Holy crap, that was close,” he says.

“I didn’t see any water on the floor?” she is still slightly befuddled.

“Oh baby, that was you all over the floor,” he tells her with a knowing smile. HEHE!

Her mouth drops open. She stops and down at her splattered legs and covers her laughter with her hands.

“Whoops” she says, still giggling, leaning on the wall.

“Whoops is right,” he pulls a strand of hair away from her face. Holding her hand, he unbuckles one, then both bracelets from her wrists. They slip into his pockets.

“I think I’d like to take you home and take my time to make love to you, if you are ok with that.” HOW CAN SHE WALK AFTER ALL OF THIS? OR EVEN SPEAK IN FULL SENTENCES?

“Mmm more than ok,” her smile is huge and warm, “thank you Austin, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome, I’m sorry it’s been so long sweetheart,” his hand comes to her face, “and in case I haven’t said it, I am so thankful you are here with me, enduring the chaos that is sometimes my life. I love you so much.”

“It’s our life, Austin,” she says with soft eyes, “and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too.”

Their lips press together in a soft, sweet kiss.

A NOTE PLEASE; FOR THE LOVE OF THY READERS, REMIND THEM TO STAY WELL HYDRATED. WITH ALL THIS HEAT AND CONTINUED LOSS OF FLUIDS, HYDRATION, EVEN AS A READER, IS KEY! A THANK YOU AGAIN, THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS I EVER RECEIVED: DEEPLY PERSONAL, FUN AND JUST PERFECT. (Alas those nicknames but you couldn't know that. Hell, I didn't know that those are my pet peeves.) I'LL TREASURE THIS FOREVER.

Oh I'm glad you liked it!!! Love the stream of consciousness feedback!

On nicknames: all nicknames? Baby? Doll? baby doll? (My thought was that once the cuffs go on, she is is Doll, so that's what he calls her, and baby is just a normal Term of Endearment, so... sometimes Baby Doll.) Do you want me to take them out for you?

Yes, you can put 'no shoes inside' in a rental agreement.

The leather cuffs are purely from my imagination, I don't actually know if they are a real thing. I will see if I can draw them up to give you a visual.

You are so welcome, the pleasure was all mine... well... Let's spread the pleasure around... shall we?

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #@slowsweetlove

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In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

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