#ooh that got me all hot under the collar

[just-about-nothing]

oh this is hooooottttt buffy ooh skip the stupid blonde hunk and fuck the hot vampire who has a century of experience yessss girl

[innocent-artery]

hi! if your requests are open could you do anything for patrick verona? like anything lol ill take it

So requests are actually not open right now, but given that this was sent in when they were I saved it for Kinktober. I hope you like it!

Kinktober 31st: I Knew You'd Come Around

aka hate sex with Patrick Verona

1k words

Summary: Hate sex with Patrick Verona. That's it.

Pairing: Patrick Verona x fem!reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to enemies to lovers, a spotify playlist by me!

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You hated yourself for doing this, you really did. You hated the butterflies in your stomach for fluttering when he grabbed your ass, hated your hands for tugging him closer by the collar of his, hated your heart for racing at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

That was the general emotion when you were around him. Hate. Hate and frustration and annoyance and pure, fiery arousal.

The last one is the most prevalent as you're pressed up against a bedroom wall, the bass of the song playing outside reverberating on your back. Patrick's hands are all over you, groping and tracing every inch of skin he could find.

"Fucking idiot," you huff in between wet smacks of your lips, yanking at his shirt collar, trying to signal him to take it off.

"Y'know," he starts, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, "for someone who proclaims to hate me so much, you sure are hell-bent on getting me naked."

"They're not mutually exclusive concepts, dumbass." Your words seem frail, and your voice trails off at the end as his fingers tug at the belt loops of your pants.

"Ooh, big words." He purrs, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you doing that thing where you try to sound smart so that I don't notice that you're full of shit?"

"I am not- oh, god..." Any biting remark you may have had ready died on your tongue as his fingers slipped under your pants and were tracing the damp patch on your underwear.

"Aw, not so talkative now, are you?" Patrick placed open-mouthed kisses over your neck, nipping gently every so often. "If I'd known this was all it took to shut you up, I would've done this sooner."

With a gasp, your hand snakes up to Patrick's hair, fingers curling when the pads of his fingers linger over your covered clit, roaming a little before finding the rhythm that made your head fall back with a thump.

"Atta girl, keep making those pretty noises." He hummed, using his other hand to pop open the buttons of your pants and tug them down to your knees.

Well, naturally, you just had to do the opposite of whatever he told you. So you clamped your mouth shut. Of course, you were now resigned to breathing heavily through your nose instead and that was still as audible.

Patrick pulls back for a moment to look at you, eyes darting all over your stony face, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

"Shoulda seen that coming. But we'll get you talking."

And you should have known he wasn't all talk. Before you have the chance to scoff at his remark, his hand dips under the waistband of your underwear to trace along your folds.

You could feel your cheeks turn hot as you saw his eyes go wide with awe and amusement. "'S such a mess down there, pretty. Little ol' me did that?"

He knew you weren't going to admit that, so he didn't wait for a response. He got all he needed when he saw you react, saw you keen when his fingertips dragged over your clit, resuming the rhythm that set fire in your belly.

"Aw, it's okay," he purrs, tonguing over your collarbone. "Y'don't have to say it. Y'know why? 'Cause this pretty pussy says it all for me, doesn't she?"

That makes your pussy clench, and you know he can feel it. An airy chuckle tells you he definitely can. "Thought so. Can feel her asking for it, begging for me."

You can't help the moan that is ripped from your throat when he sinks a finger in, curling at just the right spot to have you raking your nails down his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. Your legs are already trembling, and stray hairs are already pasted to your forehead by sweat.

"Fucking hate you," you sigh, but when you're rolling your hips up into his hand it doesn't hold much venom.

"Can't hear you, sweet cheeks, might need to speak up."

"I hate you."

"What's that?''

"I hate you." You can feel pleasure boiling in your gut, seconds away from boiling over.

"One more time," he purrs, pressing his palm up into your clit.

"I hate you! Patrick!" You grasp onto his shoulders as pleasure comes over you in waves, spreading through every vein into your fingertips until you're left with a blissful afterglow, panting and whining.

"There we go." Patrick wipes a hair that fell over your mouth away, grinning. "Knew you'd come around."

You roll your eyes as Patrick pats your cheek and then leaves towards the ensuite bathroom. He comes back a moment later with a wet rag and hands it to you.

He stays for cleanup, but for the first time in all the time you've known each other, it stayed silent.

As you fixed your hair in the bathroom mirror, Patrick came quietly up behind you and placed a glass of water on the counter- you hadn't even noticed he'd left, you'd been so lost in thought.

"I'm assuming you don't want to be seen together, so I should leave now."

You didn't respond. You weren't sure why, and you weren't sure what the answer would have been if you had. But Patrick doesn't seem to take offense to it, instead stepping away from the bathroom. You watch through the mirror as he heads towards the bedroom door.

He stops in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. He's wearing his telltale grin and his hair whips with the movement as he looks back at you.

"Oh, by the way, if you ever feel like hating me again, give me a call."

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[hernakedmuse]

Sorry if it’s been asked already but, what would horror bimbo wear to a concert date with Eddie?

It hasn't been asked yet and even if it has been, I love this reply. I’ll make a moodboard, but horror!bimbo would look very Danzig girl, like a vampire nymphette. Black, white, or deep red velvet little dresses and tiny articles of clothing, lace ups, poetry blouses worn as dresses that hardly pass her ass, she will wear garters up her thigh, bdsm chokers and collars, dead girl eye makeup that makes her look dreamy and sleepy. She always goes for otherworldly slut,

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She always spent the whole day of a concert preparing,

If it was a school day she would play hookey,

Eddie would hate it because he wouldnt get to see his sweet little moth, and would complain dramatically to her about it.

Hands splayed on her provocative hips before squeezing them possessively as he would bury his face in her sweet smelling neck that smelled of her lilac perfume and vanilla body powder, his mouth actually physically water. “You gonna leave me again until nighttime?” he complained.

She giggled and stroked his fluffy chocolate curls.

“Id invite you to stay, but I dont wanna bore you bear.” She always could call him that because to her he looked like a human teddy bear, a very sexy teddy bear.

He lifted his head from her neck, his doe eyes widened and pupils darkened. “Yeah? Youd let me watch you get dressed? Maybe help you wash that back…” he started kissing down the back of her neck causing her to shiver and preen against him. He was half hard thinking about it.

He spent the day getting ready with her. She ran a nice bubble bath with Vaseline vitamin e bath beads that turned the water teal, Crabtree & Evelyn rosewater bubble bath, and apricot kernel bath oil. She had to have Eddie join in her pre-concert ritual naturally, and no one was home but her. She lit lavender candles and played the Icon album Night of the Crime theyll be hearing tonight in Indianapolis.

She had Eddie joined her in the bath, she put an avocado masque on his face and hers and the Rave hair masque with a V05 hot oil treatment, She wanted him to feel pampered too, and they started kissing, he held her in his lap, she warmed his cock in the bath She felt so full like she ate a big meal, he is that big. She couldnt stop herself, felt too good, she started moving.

“Ooh fuck baby, if you dont stop that–”

“Youll what…daddy?” She put on her baby voice, the one that got small and sounded squishy and cute,

He stroked her back and she started to drool in anticipation. He took her face in his hand, turning her to face him and lick up her drool, his other hand squeezed her ample ass, “Fuck you have a perfect body for a whore.” He thrusted his hips up and she squeaked, feeling dizzy with pleasure. “Oh my fucking God!”

“Too bad youre just mine.” He laid a sloppy kiss on her shoulder and grabbed her waist before raising his hips and slamming up inside of her tight pussy, that gushed all over his cock. “Baby girl, making such a mess for daddy, what a messy baby.” He cooed.

After a steamy bath session, they got dressed. She used hot rollers for a sultry look, and slid on her french cut, black, lace panties, her puffy pussy sort of swallowed it a bit, and naturally Eddie had to have a quick taste.

She had a satin white garter with a pink rosette slid up her left thigh by his truly, her right leg adorn with a thigh high fishnet stocking, a revealing neo Victorian, lacey little slip with gaps terribly tied together by dainty bows, exposing her generous cleavage, the thin straps of her negligee falling down her shoulders, She slips into combat boots that contrast her attire, and one of Eddie’s leather jackets that was too big for her frame. She had black under eye to make her look like a haunted doll, and her lips were painted the same color as her nipples.

Her signature lilac perfume kissed her wrists, neck, and cleavage. Eddie realized the importance of getting ready for a concert.

@thepurplelovewitch

[giyuusbelovedwife]

I am feeling horny tonight, and decided to satisfy the need myself. I have tests tomorrow 🥰 (it’s 10:45PM rn)

Sub!Modern!Giyuu x SoftDom!Reader

Reader is G-N, but afab 🫶🫶

(This is like my first time trying to actually write something so 🥰🥰😁)

Warnings - idk rn cuz I’m still writing </3, porn w/ no plot (I think?), literally just put modern Giyuu so I could use a normal bed, cum eating/swallowing, reader can give really good head for some reason, I think reader has no gag reflex??…. 😭😭🙏, Giyuu is very needy 😋, giyuu just wants to nut but reader wants him to last a lil longer 💔💔

Not proofread btw 😝

NSFW UNDER THE CUT <3

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Ah yes, nothing more satisfying than the sight of him squirming in your mouth, all hot and red. A while ago, Giyuu was feeling a little… horny. And like the great person you are, you decide to help him with it. After all, how could you just leave the poor guy with his erection?

“Mmh… love please..ahhh..~” he moaned sweetly into your neck. He sat patiently on the bed, waiting for you to help him. He can’t take much anymore, not while you’re sitting on him and caressing his member through his shorts. “No teasing tonight?” You look down at him and tuck his hair behind his ear. “Mm-mm.. please… please just- g-gh-!~” his body tensed and shook the moment you pressed down on his cock. He desperately hugged and clung to you like a little kid, it just shows how much he needed you, how could you refuse? And just like that, he got what he wanted. “Alright hun, just let me know if it’s too much, ‘kay?” He shyly nods in agreement, his eyes looking down and avoiding yours .You push him to lay on the bed gently, and take his shorts and boxers off, exposing him. Hard from his erection, his dick sprung up the second you pulled his boxers down. The beautiful sight of his cock always excited you, his slim but long shlong (sorry I wanted to be funny)(7in), with that beautiful shade of pink adorned on the tip (#DA8E83). With his back on the bed, his legs slightly spread open, and his head looking up at you, he waits for your next move with flushed cheeks. You lay down and rest yourself in between his legs, your face right in front of his cock. Taking your finger and running it along the shaft of his cock, eventually licking his beautifully pink head. “Hhh… mmh~….please, ‘wanna cum.. ‘needa cum so bad..”He looks at you with desperation, guess there’s really no time to tease. In a split second, you switch from licking him, to letting his cock all the way in your mouth. Flattening your tongue to fit him easier, you look up at him to see how he’s doing, and GOD, he is majestic.

Giyuu’s untied hair resting on him, his head thrown back, his lips curled back into him, and his hand suddenly gripping your hair. The grip was sudden, but so were you. “a-ahhh..~ oh love.. please..~ please make me cu- uHm!-~ ooh!~..” His grip on your hair grew tighter every second. Bobbing your head up and down at a painful but steady pace, you keep him on the edge, wanting you to go faster. Giyuu’s small huffs along with his squinted eyes looking down at you were just perfect. You both know how bad he wants to cum, but will you let him? Of course you will, after all, it’s what he’s been waiting for. “H-ahhh…aah-!” His back arched up beautifully. His legs closing into your head, wrapping you into somewhat of a triangle-choke position. His stomach rises up and down beautifully, his rough hands grip to the sheets in desperation, and his hips start to move and grind against your mouth to get more of the feeling. He needed to cum so bad. The cracks and breaks in his voice sign him as close. “Ahh~! uggmhh-! hhh….oohgodohgodohgod-!~ mmHh!~~” You have to push his legs open because of how hard he’s squeezing around you. His muscle toned thigh look so pretty, shaking and tensing up, all for you~ Adorable, is it not?

(Kms I had to re write the next part cuz I accidentally deleted it bye 💀💀💔😔 All my hard work for nothing smh….)

You then (gonna continue this later it’s 2 am 💀💀 I ain’t boutta redo allat rn)

Edits:

Hi guys so it’s 11:36 PM so I’ll continue this tmr cause I got school and I’m feeling tired😪😢

Erm hi I'm gonna try to write again later cuz last time I lost motivation after I slept 🤓☝️(5/16)

Hi I’m back guys 😋😋 so um I literally can’t find time to write/finish this so uhh y’all’s are gonna have to wait for like another few weeks cuz I am BUSYYYY 😭😭😭🙏🙏 There may be some small updates here and there tho 🥰🥰 (5/25)

[bubble7o7]

Mature Content

Over 18’s Only

Yoongi x Reader

Possessed…

“Hey what do you think I should I wear?” Your boyfriend asks.

“It doesn’t have to be anything too fancy it’s just a catch up with the boys make sure you’re comfortable”

He pulls out his black turtleneck.

“Nooope not that!” You laugh

“What, why? But you like this one…”

“There is no like with this turtleneck… there is only lust! I won’t get through the evening if I’m sitting next to you and you’re wearing that!” You explain.

“I don’t get it?” He pouts

“Oh my sweet sweet Yoongi!!… let’s just say it distracts me… it makes me hot, really hot… like it makes me want to rip your clothes off hot and do inappropriate things to you regardless of where we are kinda hot. It’s like I’m possessed!” you laugh.

“Ooh!… so you’re saying… I shouldn’t wear it?” He moves in closer and smooches your cheek.

“No, please… oh god… see I’m already sweating thinking about it and the cab will be here in 5mins”

“Have you got your outfit sorted?”

“Yeah, just wide leg trousers and my black shirt, the one that used to be yours” you wink.

“Mmmmh”

“Ok keep an eye out for the cab, I’ll just go get changed”

“It’s here!” he shouts while putting his coat on.

“Ok, ok” you rush round grabbing your bag hopping on one foot nearly tripping over your laces.

Fortunately it’s only a short cab ride to the restaurant so you’re only a couple of minutes late to meet the boys.

“Hiiiiii guys… is everyone ok?” you ask

“Here come sit by me y/n” Hobi taps the seat next to him. You sit and give him a peck on the cheek.

Yoongi takes the seat opposite you and flashes his trademark grin while sliding his coat off.

You gasp.

“You little shit!…” you whisper to him.

He laughs.

You blush.

“What’s with you guys?” asks Hobi.

“Oh nothing… I’m just a bit hot” you smile, fanning your cheeks with your hand.

He reaches his hand out to you from across the table… “I couldn’t resist… I’m sorry” he whispers while stroking the palm of your hand with his thumb.

“You will be…” you exclaim.

“Heeey can you guys not for like 5 mins” Hobi laughs...

You blush again…. “I need a drink”

You can’t take your eyes off of him and he knows it.

He takes a sip from his drink all the while his eyes are on you. He strokes his fingers round the collar of his jumper, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, smiling while he does it. He runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his sweater all while staring straight at you.

It’s all too much for you.

“Excuse me guys I’m just going to the toilet”

You splash some water on your neck to cool off a little. Looking in the mirror you laugh to yourself at the fact that a simple turtleneck sweater has you so completely frazzled. You take in a deep breath, fix your shirt and re-apply your lip gloss.

“I have too many buttons fastened on this shirt” you think to yourself. “Two can play this game Min Yoongi!” You undo a couple of buttons and make your way back to your table.

“You ok my love?” Yoongi asks smiling up at you.

“Yeah I’m good, just feeling a little hot under the collar if you know what I mean?” You smile brushing your hand across his shoulder as you pass.

“Did you order for us?” You ask.

“Yeah I got us a mixture, some side dishes are here now, taste this kimchi”

You lean over to him making sure he has full view of your cleavage while you take a bite.

“Mmmmh that’s tasty” you sigh licking your lips.

You watch as his eyes move from your mouth slowly down to your chest.

“Ayysh!” he quietly moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, then bites down on his knuckle in frustration.

“Sorry… I couldn’t resist” you whisper to him.

You pour a shot of soju for you both and clink his glass, smiling while you down it. He takes in a deep breath before he downs his, he can’t work out where to look.

The drinks are flowing a little too well and the guys have you in stitches updating everyone on their latest shenanigans but you can feel his eyes on you constantly.

You look over at him and smile. You notice a spot of sauce on his lips.

“Here come closer, you have some sauce on your lip” you reach your hand out to him.

You lean in to him making sure he enjoys the view again and gently wipe the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

He takes hold of your wrist pulling it back towards him and sucks the sauce from your thumb.

“Fuuuuuuck” you whisper to yourself. You genuinely believe he will be the death of you.

The sound of Hobi’s voice snaps you out of it “You guys think you’re so subtle, you haven’t taken your eyes off each other the whole time. I bet you don’t even know what we’ve been talking about most of the time?” He whispers.

“I’m sorry Hobi, you know what he’s like. He’s such a tease.” You smile.

“I’m just going to the toilet” Yoongi stands and adjusts his sweater.

“Good it’ll give Y/N chance to breathe” Hobi laughs.

Within a couple of minutes your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi.

“Come to the back door now” quickly followed by “please?”.

“I’m being summoned” you smile to Hobi, barely hiding your excitement.

You head outside to the dimly lit yard, looking around you call out

“Yoongs?… where are y…?”

“Here!” he grabs you by the waist from behind pulling you to him. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, his hand slides slowly into your shirt and gently grabs on to your boob, teasing your nipple. While the other hand is snaking round your hips.

He kisses down your neck and you melt into him. “Yoongi” you moan slowly sliding your hand across his crotch, caressing his growing erection. He turns you round to face him and kisses you passionately.

You end up against the wall, your hands in his hair and your kisses only getting more desperate. He’s grabbing at your waist and grinding himself up against you.

His hands are everywhere eventually sliding under your shirt and wrapped around you again.

You break from his kiss to take in a breath but he continues his attack.

“Fuck baby” you moan into his ear. “Yoong’s… I’m supposed to be the one who can’t control herself with you in that sweater!… We have to go back in… let’s not get arrested for indecent exposure!”

“I don’t want to” he protests.

“We have to, come on!” You pull him by the hand back to the door, he grabs you by the waist and whispers “I can’t wait to get you home” then makes his way back to his seat as if nothing happened.

“You guys get enough fresh air?” Asks Jimin with a cheeky grin.

You blush and take your seat. You can’t think of anything else but his voice and words in your ear.

Not long after everyone starts preparing to leave.

“Hey we’re going to JK’s for drinks… you guys coming?” asks RM

“No… erm I’ve got some things I need to finish… for work. So we’ll be heading home. Maybe another time?”

Your cab arrives. You blow kisses to the boys and take a seat in the back while you wait for Yoongi to finish his goodbyes before joining you.

You try to avoid eye contact with him and play with the buttons on your shirt but he’s not hiding the fact that he only has eyes for you. You quickly glance over to him and catch his smile forming.

The cab pulls up to your door and you quickly hop out while Yoongi takes care of the fare.

You run to the door and try to input the code.

You feel his warmth on your back while he stands behind you. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there with his lips centimetres from your neck.

After two failed attempts you eventually input the right passcode. He follows you in and shuts it behind him, leaning back he watches as you take off your coat and slowly turning to face him.

“Hmmm… we’re home now… oh I wonder what should we do?” You smile as you playfully twiddle your thumbs.

Smiling his gummy smile, without breaking his gaze, he kicks his shoes off, throws his coat on the floor and rushes towards you sweeping you off your feet.

You squeal with excitement and he silences you with his lips.

He takes you into the living room and holding you by the waist he unbuttons your trousers, slides his hands into your underwear and pulls them both down.

You start to unbutton your shirt but he grabs your hand stopping you “Could we maybe keep this on a little longer?” He smiles. You have one button left holding it in place, barely covering your boobs and hanging off one shoulder.

He pulls you down to him so you’re straddling his lap. You unbuckle his belt and tease his jeans down enough to reveal his perfect erection.

You hover back over him then slowly guide him inside “Oh fuck Yoongi” you moan, savouring every inch of him.

He takes in a breath “Damn… you feel fucking amazing” he takes your face in his hands and kisses you desperately.

Within minutes you’re frantically fucking each other, neither one of you can get enough. He lifts you and moves you so you’re flat on the sofa and he continues to pound away, taking all his frustrations out on your hips. It’s not long before you’ve climax crying out his name, and end up wrapped in each other.

“Oh my god Yoongi!” You laugh!

He leans over popping the last button on your shirt and kisses down your chest.

“I know what you mean now… I get it”

“Get what?” You ask.

“You can’t wear this shirt out in public ever again, it makes me hot” he laughs… “You’ve possessed me!”

The feelings mutual.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hi i went to an orgy tonight and shoutout to the transmasc who did this shit to me you’re so nacho-coded

maybe teaser for chapter 4 of perrito who knows (it does exist i swear)

warning: petplay, bdsm, dubcon, free use, rimming mention, nacho varga is trans this is true vince gilligan told me

anatomical terms (for nacho lel): pussy, t-cock

Ignacio Varga.

Or just “Nacho”, according to the rest of the Salamancas, and “Nachito” to no one else but Lalo. He was the one person here that you knew nothing about. Hector and the twins had been discussed in passing; Tuco was in prison with you; and you were so familiar with Lalo that you knew what his butthole tasted like. Nacho? Nothing. Nothing beyond Lalo’s testimonial of “He’s cool. You’ll like him.” You wanted to take his word for it, but “cool” seemed like a bit of an understatement. He was a fucking Ice Queen. Hadn’t said a single goddamn word to you since he got here.

And yet Lalo gave him a leash.

That must have said something about his character. After all, Lalo wouldn’t dream of putting his precious little fuckpuppy in harm’s way without a safeword. Shit, he must be more trustworthy than Tuco, since he’s allowed to be alone with you. Or at the very least, he’s not a reckless cokehead.

You didn’t think he was going to take you up on your services. You figured he was going to spend his week at the hacienda rolling his eyes and keeping to himself. But eventually he surprised you.

He must’ve been watching you, hiding in the shadows and waiting until you were by yourself in the bathroom. As you turned around to lock the door, a note slipped under it.

3 AM

Kitchen.

Be there alone.

-Nacho

Okay, sure, he likes his privacy. You figured that out already. Just to be safe, you showed the note to Lalo, who seemed positively giddy at the thought.

“Ooh, nice! ¡Muy caliente, jaja! (Very hot, haha!) You crazy kids have fun, alright? Let me know how it goes.”

Alright. Have fun. That was probably doable, unless Nacho’s dick game was abysmal. You were facing a best case fun, worst case boredom scenario. No big deal. You could handle that.

The clock struck 3 and you made your way downstairs, your collar jingling with each step. When you arrived, Nacho was already leaning against the fridge, the chain-link threaded between his fingers. “Hey,” was the first time you heard his voice.

“Hey…” you croaked back.

“You gonna be okay if I put this on you?” He asked, tightening the leash in his fists.

“Yeah, uh, go for it.” You leaned forward and stuck your neck out, giving him a clear shot of where to clip the leash.

Nacho clicked it to you, and with that he had your entire being under his control, at his mercy and his alone. He took a moment of silence to soak it in, to savor and honor this feeling of domination.

And then he dragged you down the hallway to the bathroom.

Nacho pushed you in and followed closely behind, locking the door behind himself. “Sit,” he commanded of you.

You instantly dropped to your knees like a good boy. Such a good boy. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Good doggy.

“Good boy,” Nacho reiterated, slipping his hand through the loop at the end of the leash. He went to undo his belt, then his jeans. He tugged those down, and then his underwear…

Holy shit…

How did you not see that coming?

The mere sight of it stunned you like a flashbang.

It just so happened that Ignacio Varga, Nacho, “Nachito”, had a pussy.

And the biggest t-cock you’d ever seen.

And you barely had a chance to gasp before your face was being smushed into it.

[blueraineshadows]

Girl Talk

MC & Poppy Sweeting: fluffy girl chat about spicy stuff and things (and a particular Slytherin bad boy) 😋 🌶

MC lay back in the grass with a sigh. What a beautiful afternoon it had turned out to be, the sun warm on her head, a soft breeze tickling at her hair. Reading had turned her eyes sleepy and so she had stopped to rest them. Turning her head, she could see Poppy still had her nose buried between the pages of her book. "What is that you're reading?" She asked.

Poppy's eyes flicked up briefly and grinned. "I found it in the library, it's actually quite scandalous."

MC quirked a brow. "How so?"

Poppy actually blushed. "Its a romance," she said. She glanced around them to check for eavesdropping before leaning closer to MC to whisper. "There are love scenes that are incredibly passionate, actual bodice ripping displays of relations between the main character and her lover. Its an eye opener for sure!"

MC sat back up. "And you found this in the library? My goodness...show me!"

Poppy giggled and flicked to the page, handing it to MC. She read a few lines and felt her cheeks flush. "Oh my..."

"I can only imagine how it must feel to have a boy lay his hands on you in such a way," Poppy gasped.

MC read a few more lines, her eyes widening and her pulse quickening at the vivid description of the lovers. She looked up at her friend. "So, you've never...you know...let a boy..."

"Oh gosh, no! The furthest I ever got was a kiss on the lips from a boy in 4th year at the Summer Ball. I've not felt close enough to any boy to imagine letting him do anything more than that." She gave MC a look. "Not like you and Sebastian."

MC gaped. "Excuse me?"

"Are you two not close?" Poppy asked. "You are always together."

"Not this close!" MC squeaked, holding the scandalous book up.

Poppy giggled and put a hand to her mouth. "Forgive me," she said. "Although, I am a little surprised. Have you not even kissed?"

MC shrugged. "He has kissed my forehead a couple of times, but nothing more than a friendly gesture."

Poppy quirked a brow. "And you've never lay in your bed at night and imagined what it would be like to kiss him properly," she teased. She gave the book a nudge with her finger. "Or perhaps, touch you under your clothes like the lover in this book."

"Poppy!" MC flushed scarlet and closed the book with a slap. It was utterly pointless though, the words had painted such vivid images that they were firmly imprinted in her mind now.

Poppy burst into a fit of giggles and tugged the book back from MC, hugging it to her chest and uttering a dramatic sigh. "Oh Sebastian, Sebastian, I beg you, touch me!" She cried out the words before launching into another burst of giggles.

MC's face was far too hot and she gave a Poppy a shove in disbelief, glancing wildly about them lest anyone had heard Poppy cry out such a thing. Poppy could do nothing but giggle as she tumbled down onto the grass beside MC, still clutching the book. "Stop that, Poppy," MC hissed. "You're being ridiculous!"

"Oh, MC, I'm sorry, " Poppy giggled. She sat up and put a hand on her arm. "But, in all seriousness, if anyone was going to be the boy to hold you in such a way, would it not be Sebastian? I have seen you two together, he adores you, I just know he does."

MC scowled and shook her head. "I think you have been reading that book too much, Poppy Sweeting. It has put thoughts into your head that should not be there."

"Ooh, the girl doth protest too much!"

MC felt another wave of warmth scorch her cheeks. The saucy images in her mind tumbling together with Sebastian's smile, his cheeky flirting, the way he moved during Crossed Wand duels. MC tugged at her shirt collar and cleared her throat.

Poppy's smile was too knowing and gleeful. "Admit it, MC," she said. "You're thinking about it."

MC stared at Poppy's eager face, biting her lower lip, fighting to hold her resolve in place. Who was she kidding here? "Oh, Poppy," MC groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her burning cheeks with her hands. "I cannot lie to you."

Poppy clapped her hands together in delight. "So, you do think of him? MC, please tell me you do!"

MC nodded and Poppy squealed in excitement, discarding the book and throwing her arms around her friend. "I knew it!"

MC laughed and hugged Poppy in return. "Dont you dare speak one word of this to anyone, especially Sebastian!"

"But I won't need to, MC," Poppy said, pulling back to look at her. "You can tell him yourself, better still, you can show him."

"What?"

Poppy picked up the book and held it out to MC. "Here, take this. You can use it for inspiration."

MC eyed the book, terrified and intrigued all at once. "I can't!"

"You absolutely can," Poppy said. "There is no way he will refuse you, the boy is mad about you, and you him. Go get him!"

MC took a deep breath. This was madness! But she took the book from Poppy nonetheless and Poppy's smile couldn't have been any wider.

"Don't forget, I want all the juicy details!"

Now they were both giggling in the afternoon sunlight. MC thanking Merlin, and any other legend who cared to listen, for sending her a friend such as Poppy.

[missamyrisa2]

How would you tickle cuddle someone who is very ticklish on her upperbody?

Oooh that's such a big spoon situation y'knowwwww ~ because my loooong arms and fingers and my tallness make it soooo perfect for me to likeeee spider cuddle you~ my legs twining with yours locking gently as I scootch uppppp ~

scooootchie scootchie scooootchie~

and I'll slip both arms around you~ working one underneath and around to start lightly teasing at your side.

Awww are we a little sensitive? Yeahhhh? Gonna wiiiiggle for me? You go right ahead. You wiggle it out girly. I've got you. You're in ticklemama's spiderland and you're not going anywhere nuh-uhhhhh~

My other hand walky walks over your opposite side and trails up over the ribs, caressing lovingly to make you writhe as I snuggle closer, whispering and making little fawning sounds.

Ooooh. You're ticklish. Mmmhmm. I'm gonna tickle youuu oh yes I am. I'm gonna tickle you and make you squirm so sweetlyyyyy ~ you're a darling ticklish girly and I have to tickle youuu oh yess I doooo~

With a kiss my lips are at your ear, brushing and loving. My hand at your side squeezes gently while I glide my toes under your feet, and my wiggly fingers begin exploring your collar to your neck and down your chest.

Do you have ticklish buttons? Mmmh? Ticklish girly royal buttttonssss~ ticklishhhh buttttonssss~

Each finger spreads around and wiggles about, tracing your curvature and probing for hot spots. My thumbs roll around your buttons while my fingers stroke and glide. I catch all your sounds with more squeezes and start mimicking your reactions between little kisses on your ear and back of the neck.

'Mmmh!' 'Oooh!' Oh yes. 'Oh my God.' It tickles! Uhhhuhhhh mmhmmm tell me more giggle cuddle girl. Tell me about these armpits. Yep, put 'em up. Make with the pitttiessss~

I prompt you and let out little moans in your ear while my fingers start exploring your underarms. My fingertips trace ever so slowly ~ I want you to feeel my fingerprints. Dipping in and out, checking for big reactions as I go deeper.

Nice soft pitttiesss niiiice soft pitttiesss. And ooh your buttons are so cuuuuteee like thisss. Coochie cooooo ~ you tell me all about ittttt. Ooh can my other hand reach that tummyyy? Yesss it cannnn~

My arm under you snuggles around to start poking and teasing at your bouncy belly while I lean in closer and start nibbling your neck, my other hand skittering about to tease with tickles at your armpits to buttons to ribs. My voice getting slower, softer, and more sultry the more you get giggly squeaky and hysteric.

Wiiiigggly wiigggly wooooo~ awww does it feel so goood? Tickles soooo goood? You're the cuuutest and so adorable and I have to tickle yesss I doooo. And when you're allll wiggled outtttt I'm gonna pin you down and kissssyy kissy every biiiiit of your bodyyyy from your neck to your armpits to your royal girly buttonssss and every riiiib and your belly tooooo ~ you're gonna be nothing but a gaspyyyy pile of lip printsssss and then we'll snuggle it allll out okayyyy my cuuute giggledollll?~

[bellysoupset]

Halloween Saga - Part 3 - Jonah & Wendy

Warning, there's a the t- slur used down there, during a fight. It's not fully enunciated, but it's implied. (it's said by a random asshole, none of the OCs, don't worry)

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"I know what you did," Leo whispered darkly, wrapping his arms around Jonah's shoulders from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jonah let out a chuckle, still bobbing to the tune of the song, hand wrapped around his drink, "last summer?"

"What?" Leo blinked at him, confused, before once again pressing his temple to his, "no, tonight, this."

"You're drunk," Jon grinned, turning his head to kiss him, "I have no idea what you mean."

"I might be drunk, but I'm also right," Leo scoffed, but he was smiling. Jonah leaned back, melting against his chest and moving them to the rhythm of the song. Across the room he could see Bella, Wendy, Barbie and Megan dancing together. He had watched, more than an hour ago, as Luke had a minor fight with Bells, then promptly vanished from the party. What a baby.

"I'm hungry," Leo mumbled, voice muffled by Jonah's shoulder and he chuckled, draining the rest of his drink.

"I told you the weed gummy bears were a bad idea before the party," he berated lightly and Leo huffed, pulling back.

"I'm not even remotely that stoned," he rolled his eyes, removing his striped beret and combing a hand through his hair.

Jonah grinned, turning around and fiddling with his collar, smoothing it out, "you look really hot tonight."

"Yeah?" Leo smiled brightly, "good to know, I'll wear polos more often then. You want anything to eat? I'm gonna go track the food down."

"No, I'm drinking," Jonah raised his cup, now empty, "go ahead."

"Alright," Leo pressed another kiss on his cheek, "I'm go, all by myself, find food... Since my boyfriend refuses to feed me-"

"Get out of here," Jonah couldn't help but laugh, shoving him off. He could still see Leo's shoulder shaking with a giggle as he moved through the crowd and disappeared.

Alone once again, Jonah moved to the other side of the room, filling up the large plastic cup he was holding back to the top with an energy drink plus vodka drink.

He was halfway through it, more than a little drunk now, watching the lights bounce off the crowd when Wendy wrapped her hands around his red jacket.

"Come dance with me!" she squealed and Jonah put up the obligatory fight, leaning his weight back.

"Wen, I'm soo drunk-"

"I don't care!" she yelled again, bouncing on her feet. The fairy costume truly fit her, Jonah thought with a chuckle, noticing the glittery wings flapping behind her, "c'moooon..."

She tugged on his jacket with a little more force and he let out a sigh, chugging the rest of his drink and then planting the plastic cup back on the table, letting her pull him into the crowd.

Bella opened a big, glowy smile under the purple lights when Wendy exclaimed "look who I found!", pulling him by the hand.

"You know this one?!" Bella screamed over the noise and Jonah scoffed. Did someone not know Monster Mash?

He got squeezed between Bella and Wendy and soon all inhibitions melted off of him. They danced to Monster Mash, then Triller and then two other songs he had never heard and were more rock n' roll. Bella grabbing his bicep and making him jump along with the beat, before they got down once again, as Everybody by Backstreet Boys started playing.

"Am I the only oneEEE!" Wendy screamed along the lyrics, arms up her head and Jonah got down a knee, pointing at her as he sang back "YEAAAH!"

She started laughing, wrapping her arms around his neck, so he hugged her waist and spun them around, before letting her down just as the "ooh ooh ohh!" part of the song started.

He stumbled to the side, grabbing on the wall as they made their way back to the drinks table and Wendy followed suit, Bella trailing behind, still jumping along with the beat.

"Here, here-" he served him and Wendy a drink, but before he could serve Bell, another guy shoved himself in front of Jonah. He had never seen that dude in his life, but he was holding out two plastic cups.

"Excuse me," Wendy giggled, leaning her head against Jonah's shoulder. He took a big gulp of his drink, barely tasting the alcohol, but feeling it land like a brick in his stomach, "who the fuck are you?"

Jonah snorted in his cup, looking around the room. He tried and failed to locate Leo. In fact, he couldn't locate anyone, his eyes refused to focus in one thing.

The room was twirling.

He sipped his drink, pushing back the sickening sweet taste in his mouth and catching just as the blonde dude, who was dressed as a vampire and had green ends to his hair, made a pass on Bella.

She let out a snort, rolling her eyes, "I'm really not interested-"

"Oh, c'mon, I'm in the band..." the dude, whatever was his name said and Jonah groaned loudly, draining the rest of his drink.

"Catch a fucking hint, she said no," he said, poking the man between his ribs, and was zeroed in by furious blue eyes.

"Who are you, her boyfriend?"

"No-"

"Then mind your fucking business," the blonde said, turning back to Bella, who had raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, still holding the drink he had planted in her hands.

"Ignoring what I'm saying and being rude to my friends? Damn Casanova, your game is impeccable," she leaned in and jammed a finger on the guy's chest, "go away."

The guy let out a huff, moving away with an "impertinent bitch." No sooner he had stepped aside, Wendy let out a drunken giggle.

"Impertinent bitch?" she echoed, shoulders shaking. Jonah wanted to laugh too, but he was having a hard time feeling his face. Suddenly he was paying way too much attention to how horrible his stomach felt, how his head was swimming.

"Jon?" Bella said and when he couldn't answer, just shake his head uneasily, trying to situate herself, he heard Bell say "here, hold this. Jonah, hey-" she stepped closer and grabbed his arm, "let's get you out of here."

"I can help-" Wendy started to say, which made Jonah frown. Help with what? He was fine, just a little dizzy and queasy-

"No, Wen, get back with the girls," Bella shooed Wendy off easily, "I got him."

"Are you sure?"

Jonah opened his mouth to tell them to stop talking about him like he wasn't there, but all he managed to do was let out a little hiccup and slam his hand to his lips, with a little more force than necessary. He groaned and Bella let out a chuckle, holding his waist.

"Alright, Jon, let's find a bathroom and maybe Leo too..." then to Wendy as they stumbled past her, "go have fun!"

He allowed his weight to rest mostly on Bella, glancing down at their feet instead of up, where the lights were changing and bouncing off people. The band had stopped playing by now, only Wendy's (or rather, Bella's?) playlist still going on, but people were far too drunk to care.

"Uhm..." Jonah tripped over his feet and Bella squeezed her arms around his middle. She was a full head shorter than him, but she was strong and he didn't feel like he might just accidentally crush her, not like he did with Wendy, "I might... I might've overdone it..."

"Might," Bella teased him, voice strained, but still with a smile on her face, "try not to puke yet, it's gonna be a hassle..." she maneuvered him around a decor piece - a group of skeletons posed as if they were dancing - and Jonah let out a moan, his head spinning.

"Bell... Fuck, hold on-"

"Just a sec, just a sec," she said quickly and then they stumbled backwards and Jonah nearly caused both of them to fall down as they entered the singular bathroom. Bella braced against a wall, grabbing his jacket and then she collapsed alongside him in front of the toilet, raising the lid just in time as his stomach squeezed.

Jon let out a groan as the drink he had just drunk made its way up, tasting just as horrible as it had going down. He almost missed the bowl, but Bella quickly grabbed his shoulders, letting out a drunken chuckle herself.

"Hey, hey, easy... Take a deep breath, just get this up," her hand, although sweaty, felt like heaven supporting his forehead and Jonah groaned again, this time out of humiliation. He hated to be this fucked up, but especially in front of the girls. The gentleman in him wanted to send Bella away, not that she would have moved.

"Get it up, you're alright," she rested a hand in the middle of his back and then sat down on the ground, despite the fact he thought it was disgusting, leaning her head back against a wall and removing the hand that was holding his forehead.

Jonah coughed, spitting the terrible taste off his mouth, and pressed his forehead to his forearm, "fuuuck... Ugh, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," Bella didn't sound even a little bit bothered, if anything there was still a giggle in her voice. She rubbed his back, "I was waiting for an excuse to get away anyway, so you turned green at the right moment."

"At your service," Jon scoffed, leaning back in and spitting again. His mouth was watering like crazy, "I'm so fucking dizzy, jesus."

Bella hesitated then, touching his cheeks as if checking for a fever, "like dizzy because you're drunk or dizzy because of your vertigo?"

"Drunk," he flushed away the evidence, planting a hand to his stomach and rubbing slow circled in it. It still felt like it was burning, "and vertigo doesn't give me a fever."

"Oh," Bella said, patting his shoulder and pulling back, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, "you done?"

"Uhm..." Jon shook his head, still feeling the terrible sweet sting in the back of his throat. His stomach churned again and he turned his face, a hand darting forward to brace against the wall as he heaved once more. It burned more coming up than it did going down and he coughed and spluttered for air, groaning when his nose started to sting too, "shit-"

"Here," Bella passed him the ball of tissue, then flushed the toilet again, "better?"

"Better," his voice was scratchy and his head was pounding, but Jonah was still in a pretty decent mood. He leaned back, resting his elbows on his knees and breathing out, "sorry you had to witness that."

"You're a much more elegant puker than Lucas," Bella winked at him, still sitting down. She ran a hand through her hair. It was already long when curly, but flat ironed like that, Jonah could see it easily reached her butt, especially when she was sitting down.

Bella yawned against her fist, "I should go deal with my silly boyfriend."

"Husband."

"Yeah, that," she rolled her eyes. Sweat had ran down her forehead, so a splotch of regular skin was showing under the face makeup. Jonah cleared his throat.

"Did you see my boyfriend around?"

"Not for a while now," Bella answered, getting up from the ground and offering him a hand. Jonah took it, then swayed forward and almost took her down with him, Bell's hands planted on his chest as she chuckled, "personal space, Dr. Banks?!"

"Shut up," Jon smiled, stumbling to the sink so he could wash his mouth, "I hope Leo didn't get into trouble."

"Who'd pick a fight with Leo?" Bella frowned, leaning against the sink, "he's like the sweetest person ever."

Jonah raised an eyebrow, terribly amused. Leo was so far from the sweetest person ever, but he was also really happy other's thought so about him.

"I guess," he said diplomatically, "but he's been gone for a while... Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah," Bella waited for him by the door, "have you seen Vince, by the way? I haven't seen him all night."

"Nope, he's probably somewhere with Luke."

"Lucas left, Jon," Bell said slowly, "a while ago... What the fuck is that?"

Jonah frowned at the change of her voice and followed Bell's concerned gaze, only to feel his stomach drop. Leo had managed to get into trouble alright, of course he had.

He was shoving the guy who had previously hit on Bella, the blonde one, back with one hand, the other one tightly wrapped around Wendy's waist...

"Wendy?" Jonah called, noticing she didn't seem to be ganging up with Leo, which would be surprising but at least regular behavior. No, she seemed... She seemed like she wasn't there at all, "Wen!"

He rushed ahead, just as Leo's grasp on Wendy started to loosen, so the blonde turned to hold her correctly and received a punch square in his jaw.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Bella exclaimed, rushing behind Jonah. Leo let out a whimper, stumbling back and spat a glob of blood on the ground, just as Jonah grabbed Wendy from his arms.

Wendy who was fucking unresponsive. Jonah's heart jumped to his throat, not over the punch Leo had just sported, but because Wendy felt clammy to his touch, her eyes dazed and confused, "Wendy? Wen, hey, hey, wake up- Look at me-"

"He fucking drugged her," Leo scoffed, pointing to the guy before them. The blonde rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Fucking prove it! She's just drunk-"

"She wasn't drunk," Bella glared at the guy, slotting herself between Leo and the man, shoving his chest "she wasn't drunk, we were just with her-"

"He was trying to drag her out of the party," Leo tattled, massaging his chin, only for Bella to let out a squeal as the guy shoved her back just as hard as she had done with him. Except he was good ten inches taller than her.

She stumbled back and Leo immediately grabbed Bell's shoulder, pushing her behind him, "don't fucking touch her!"

"You really think I'd have wanted to fuck that fucking tra-"

Bella let out an angry growl, getting under Leo's arm and then Jonah heard the loud noise of flesh meeting flesh. He looked up, from his crouched down position with Wen's head on his lap, just in time to see the blonde stumble back, cupping his cheek where Bella had just slapped him across the face.

Just in time to see him reach for Bell's hair and pull. Jonah blinked, still too drunk and confused, the blinking lights making it worse. He couldn't quite make out what happened next, Leo moving to help Bella and then more punching-

"Wendy... Fuck! Leave him alone, we need to get her to a hospital!" Jonah yelled, before deciding that fuck it, he could only do one of the two things, and Wendy's rapid breathing was far more urgent than Bella and Leo's throw down with that jackass.

He picked up Wendy, throwing her arms around his neck and trying to focus on the fact he was a doctor, this shouldn't be this terrifying... "Wendy, please, please, wake up-"

Jonah barely made out of the door, when he heard a loud crash. He turned around just in time to see Leo manage to knock the blonde musician out with a punch, his nose bleeding too- Bella stumbled back, wiping at her bloody mouth.

"Leo, I-"

"Go," Leo waved him off, "get her to a hospital, go. We'll wait for the police."

Jonah nodded, heart hammering away, split apart in worry. He got in the elevator, moving a hand up Wendy's clammy neck, pressing his fingers to her pulse. It was quick, but very present.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." Jonah whispered, hugging her closer, "Wen, c'mon, wake up..."

He made it to the parking lot, before realizing he was in no state to drive and hurriedly pressing the 0 button again, tapping his foot nervously.

In his arms, Wendy let out a little groan and Jonah's heart all but crawled up his throat.

"Wendy?! Wendy, hey, I'm here, it's Jon- Wake up, wake up-" he shook her lightly, patting her cheeks and she blinked awake, although still looking terribly out of it.

He noticed her eyes darting around the elevator, panic starting to form behind them and Jonah squeezed her a little tighter, "shhh, you're safe, I'm- The paramedics will be here soon-" he barely said that and the elevator came to a stop, so Jonah rushed out, barking "CALL 911!" to the front desk employee, hurrying to get Wendy lying down in the lobby's couch.

The front desk employee - Lauren? Karen? - was a woman in her early fifties, who clearly had been enjoying her night so far and nearly jumped out of her skin at Jonah's shout.

"What's wrong... Wendy?! Ms. Marshall-"

"Call 911!" Jonah exclaimed again, grabbing Wendy's armpits and pulling her half sitting up, just as she started to gag, "someone drugged her."

Vaguely he heard Karen-Lauren calling the emergency, just as Wendy groaned, head lolling as if she couldn't support its weight. She let out an unhappy noise and Jonah cupped her cheeks, falling to his knees next to the couch, "hey, hey... Wendy, shhh- you're alright, okay? I'm here-"

Her shoulders hitched and he heard a terrible drowning noise, causing Jonah to jump back and tilt her to the side, as watery vomit rushed up her mouth and fell on the lobby's carpet, all over his red pants.

He couldn't be bothered to feel remotely nauseous, not when he could clearly tell Wendy was panicking, her eyes wide with fear, tearing up.

"On... jdh...Jee-" She tried to speak and his heart broke in a million pieces, anger starting to boil in his stomach.

"I'm here, I'm here," Jonah stroked her hair back, that had fallen off from her high ponytail, "help's coming, okay? Five minutes-"

"Here," Karen-Lauren pushed a paper cup filled with water in front of his nose, her hands trembling, "they told me to keep her hydrated-"

"Thanks," Jonah grabbed Wendy's chin when she tried to turn her head away, failing miserably, "I'm sorry, I know you feel horrible right now, but I need you to drink... Wendy, please-"

Tears started to stream down the corner of her eyes and Jonah felt damn near tears himself, "Wen, please, just a sip-"

He saw the red and blue lights before he heard the noise and Jonah barely glanced up as Karen-Lauren rushed to the let in the police.

Wendy let out another unhappy noise, hyperventilating as she tried to gather any control over her body.

"Son, we need-"

"Not now," Jonah immediately shrugged off the cop who attempted to touch his shoulder, "not now, I- Upstairs, last floor. There's people who can tell you what happened."

He heard some discontent noises, one singular cop staying back and looming over him, as Karen-Lauren explained Jonah had just gotten there and that the paramedics were on their way.

Jonah felt completely disconnected, still cradling Wendy in his arms, until help got there, just as the cops dragged Leo, Bell and the blonde guy from before downstairs. Jon caught his boyfriend's eyes just as he got in the back of the ambulance and Leo shouted "I'll meet you in the hospital, don't worry about us!" as the doors shut.

"Dr. Banks...Dr. Banks... Jonah!" Claire snapped him out of his trance, studying Wendy's unconscious face. She was asleep, now wearing a hospital gown over her glittery costume, IVs connected to her. Jon jumped on his chair and Claire planted a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle."

"It's fine," Jonah rubbed his face. He wasn't sure how long had passed, his whole body felt stiff, "her toxicology exam got back?"

"Yeah," Claire cringed, "I don't think I can disclose this information with you-"

"Claire," Jonah sighed tiredly and she winced.

"Let's just settle for you were right," she said quietly, also looking at Wendy, "happy I missed the party now."

"Uhm," Jonah let out a humorless huff, "did the front desk call her emergency contacts?"

"You mean you?" Claire wrinkled her nose, "they phoned Vince too. He should be here soon."

"Good," Jonah squeezed his neck, "I have to find out if Leo got arrested..." he leaned in, pressing Wendy's knuckles to his lips, "shouldn't she be awake by now?"

"She's really tiny, Jonah, it's gonna take a bit to get the drug out of her system," Claire said carefully, "did you-" whatever she was going to ask was interrupted by Vince's loud voice in the corridor, going "Wendy!? Wendy!?"

Jonah moved up from the chair he was occupying, just as Vince stumbled through the room's door.

He was a sight to be seen, half still in costume, half out. He had missed the hook and then coat, but was still wearing the boots, the red vest and the frilly shirt, looking like a complete distraught mess.

"Wendy... Shit, what- What happened..." he skipped forward, practically trampling over Dr. Claire and rushing to Wendy's side, eyes scanning her face.

Claire grimaced in sympathy, "I'm gonna go, press the button in case you need anything..."

Jonah circled the bed, so Vince could take up the armchair and offered him a tight, painfully sober smile, "she got roofied by one of the band jerks."

"What- Why... Is she gonna be okay? Why is she still asleep?"

"She'll be fine," Jon reassured his friend, surprising himself with how sure his voice sounded since he had been asking that same question five seconds before, "her body just needs to burn through the drug, it'll take a couple hours."

"Fuck," Vince whispered, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend's forehead, a string of curse words in Italians slipping under his breath or at least what Jon thought were curses.

"Where were you...?"

"I..." Vince sniffled, clearing his throat, "I left with Luke, he- Fuck, fuck I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have left her alone-"

"No, don't do that," Jonah frowned, glaring at him, "this wasn't your fault and she wasn't alone. We were right there with her. The only one to blame is the asshole who drugged her."

"The assh- Did someone touch her?" Vince blurted out, paling considerably, "Jon, did anyone fucking touch her, I swear to God-"

"No," Jonah shook his head quickly, "no, Leo saw the guy trying to drag her out, he jumped in. Nothing happened, I promise."

Vince let out a relieved sigh, once again planting a kiss on Wendy's temple, pushing a strand of hair away from her eyes, "Honey, I'm so so sorry..." he whispered, then said quietly, but seriously, without bothering to meet Jon's eyes, "I want the guy who did this to her dead."

Jonah flinched at his tone, suddenly a lot more nervous, "he's gonna get arrested, if Wendy presses charges. They have her toxico-"

"I didn't say arrested," Vince said coldly, before kissing Wendy's brow again and dropping the subject.

TBC

[softquietsteadylove]

Thenamesh au.

Gil and Ikaris are in a trainingsmatch. Ikaris wants Gil to use his full power but he refuses, too kind to use it against his eternal fam. So Ikaris decides to be provocative but Gil is unfazed till he starts saying hurtful things about Thena and their dynamic. He goes on and on til Gil looses his patient and starts using his full power while he is extremely angry. He even uses his power on his feets to increase his speed. Ikaris realizes after a few dangerous strong punches that he doesn’t have a chance against him but Gil is in his rage mode and won’t stop even if the others are shouting at him. and before it escalate to a life and death situation Thena is interfering.

"Come on, Gil!" Ikaris taunted, flying around the stadium. "At least give me a challenge!"

But Gil waved his hand through the air, dismissing Ikaris and his attempts to rile him up. "Will you take it easy, man? This is just a training match."

Thena was always telling Gil to be careful of Ikaris' pride. It was both his greatest weakness and his greatest motivator. She said she often found herself fighting Ikaris' pride more than the Soaring Eternal himself.

"Ah, scared you can't take me?" Ikaris chuckled at his brother's laziness as they circled each other. "Is your full power not as strong as we think it is?"

"You don't wanna see my full power, man," Gil continued to dismiss him, which he could see was starting to get to him.

"Five minutes," Ikaris tipped his chin at him.

"No."

Ikaris frowned, his jovial mood vanished. "You can't even do me the honour of an even match?"

"Guess not," Gil shrugged. His eyes drifted to the exit behind Ikaris, "we done here?"

But the Soldier Eternal had seen the slip up, and his opportunity was seized. "Oh, I see."

"What?" Gil frowned. He didn't like the tone in Ikaris' voice.

"Girlfriend waitin' for ye, Gil?" Ikaris asked with an entirely new sense of mockery to him. His eyes lit up at the opportunity to rattle his foe's cage a bit. "Got a hot date after this?"

"Watch it," Gil advised his brother. There were certain things that were over the line--off limits, in a way. And it was pretty understood - if unspoken - that the women in their lives fell into that category.

"Look, whatever floats your boat," Ikaris held up his hands in a play at civility.

"Ikaris," Gilgamesh glared, his fists starting to glow while still gripping his arms folded around himself.

"Is it an opposites attract thing?" Ikaris tilted his head at him in just the most demeaning way possible. "You're the soft to her sharp?"

Gil unfolded his arms, his fists glowing gold, "second warning."

"Ooh, I got 'im mad," Ikaris landed, standing in front of Gil with a borderline manic grin. "Maybe I should see if she's up for joining us? If you don't mind sharing her, that is."

"Last chance," Gil bit out, his feet impacting the ground as his energy built around him. "You say one more thing about her-"

"Relax Gil, she's all yours," Ikaris chuckled, drawing up his fists as he did. "Silent and bitchy isn't really my type."

Gil shot forward, propelled by his Cosmic Energy. Ikaris took to the air, but he couldn't fly fast enough. Gil caught his ankle, slamming him down into the ground so hard the floor cracked under him.

Ikaris grunted and gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs from the impact. He tried to pick himself up, but Gil was on top of him in a second, slamming a foot down into the chest plate of his armour--the only thing keeping him from getting his actual chest caved in.

Gilgamesh gripped the collar of Ikaris' armour, spinning and throwing him into the far wall. The room rattled in his wake. "Don't ever!"

Ikaris couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear anything past the rush of his own blood in his ears.

Gil landed punch after punch, twisting Ikaris' head this way and that. "Don't ever talk about her like that!"

Ikaris tried to charge his eyes, but Gil was coming at him too fast to get them powered up. One of them was almost swollen shut anyway. One of his ears was bleeding and his jaw was close to being dislocated.

Gil raised his fist, layering his energy upon itself until it felt heavy for even him. It would be enough to shatter every bone in Ikaris' body, maybe even plow right through their flawless armour.

Ikaris just looked at him, not one to back down from a fight, let alone one he started, "do it."

"Don't."

It wasn't a plea, so much as a lazy scolding. A slim hand came up and caught Gil's arm before he could land a punch that even Ajak would struggle to heal. He recognised the touch, and his Energy fizzled into the air around them.

"Thena," Gil blinked, his chest heaving with breath as his adrenaline and rage drained out of him. She lowered his fist back to his side slowly.

She looked as if she had interrupted a petty squabble, and not two Eternals out to kill each other. "I've never seen you rise to taunts before, Gilgamesh."

He sighed, looking back at the Soldier Eternal. He didn't exactly feel bad for the damage he'd done. Ikaris deserved it, as far as he was concerned. But he let Thena pull him away to follow her out. "I guess he got in my head."

"Hm," the Warrior Eternal offered neutrally, her hand travelling down his arm until she could take his hand in hers. The last of the tension in him drained out, as if she could take it from him and absorb it for herself.

"Sorry," Gil murmured, not that either of them were entirely sure for what he was apologising. He was walking beside and yet also following her, "he just...the things he says-"

"I am well acquainted with Ikaris' methods in the heat of battle," which was to say that he would say and do anything to rile up his opponents. There was no line Ikaris would not cross.

Gil nodded, offering a deprecating little smile, "I'm sure he never gets to you like this."

Her hand gave his a faint squeeze, and then she wasn't leading them anymore. She came to a stop beside him in the narrow hallway. "I wouldn't say that."

Gil was sure she was just saying that. He had never seen her get ruffled by Ikaris' dogging. He smiled, though, "thanks for tagging me out, anyway."

Finally, Thena smiled at him. "You did say you would be making honey buns, today."

Gil grinned before bursting into a laugh that made him feel infinitely lighter. "Oh, so that's what brought you?--just the promise of sweets?"

"Of course not, Gilgamesh," she admonished him with a smile of her own, "what kind of partner would I be if that were my only reason?"

[onesaltyerik]

living in my body is like -

ooh yay! woke up at a decent time today! the sun is shining, got the dishes done, had a good breakfast, bloods are good, I be hydrated, got the meds, got dressed up with some cool earrings and such, hell yeah I am READY for today!

five minutes later

everything HURTS and it's too hot and the clothes feel wrong and my eyes hate the light ow fucking hell why is it so BRIGHT out why does my skin feel like thousands of needles are poking under it all the time wtf?! my shirt collar is touching my neck and it feels like i'm being strangled get it off get it off get it off i have all the screens on the lowest possible setting and I've closed my windows and it's STILL too bright and i'm nauseous and dizzy and my head hurts and the meds aren't working why is being alive pain?!!!!!!

five more minutes later

wtf was that about? i'm fine, i just needed a nap.

five MORE minutes later

WRONG! oh my god so wrong! everything is wrong! the room is wrong! the clothes are WRONG! the texture is WRONG! everything hurts again! too bright! too loud! owowowowowowow!

seriously wtf is up with that? dumbass body won't let me just be alive and function. I got dnd later today, i can't be feeling like shit for dnd!

(then again maybe that's why all my characters I've played have some sort of undiagnosed medical fuckery going on?)

[starrystar]

Transcription: 

39

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It would be a month before they could fit me in.

MD: It’s probably benign. Try not to worry about it.

SB: I’m not…you know what, no. I’m just gonna go ahead and worry about this one.

But at least insurance had approved everything and I was ready to start chemo.

SB: Meh, what’s another cancer on the pile more or less?

Since my hair was gonna fall out anyway, I got my stylist to give me a mohawk.

SB: Heh heh heh. I always wanted one of these and never had the nerve.

SB: Bitchin’

40

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I was smug as hell about the mohawk

Textbox: I told my dad—70, career navy, never had hair that touched his collar—that I was getting one before it all fell out on its own. He fumbled his be supportive roll in the face of this, but my stepmom swooped in with the save.

Dad: But a mohawk…really?

Stepmom’s speech bubble over top of dad’s: Ooh! What color?

SB: Oh, just red and black. I don’t want to be ostentatious.

Textbox: This actually made it better. If you don’t freak out at least one parent, is it really punk? My stylist rose to the occasion, though we have to take off a couple inches before I could fit in the car. I still drove home hunched over the wheel like Quasimodo at a Dead Kennedys show.

Photo insert in the style of a Polaroid snapshot: a headshot of Ursula in nature, wearing a black leather jacket with studs on the shoulder. Her hair is a truly impressive mohawk that is bright red at the front and goes to maroon along the back. The mohawk is as tall as her whole face. Her expression is what you’d see when you look up “smug” in the dictionary.

Note: My stylist is a treasure and I told her I’d see her next year.

41

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I had a power port installed just under my collarbone

Speech bubble: Tell them you want USB-C!

SB: Oh, aren’t we clever…

Textbox: For some reason, the port really scared me. I think it was because my previous experience with internal hardware was with IUDs, which felt like a mule was kicking me in the cervix with spiked shoes. And everything online said there might be “some discomfort” for a few days, which is medical speak for “this is gonna hurt like a stone bitch.”

Also they were really paranoid about infection.

RN: If it gets red or swollen or hot, do not try to sleep it off. It will not get better.

42

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RN: This tube is running directly into your lower jugular. If it gets infected, that goes straight into the heart. Don’t pick at it.

SB: Yes’m.

Suddenly the tech’s story about bacteria strings whipping around like snakes seemed very personal.

Textbox: I confessed that I was afraid of the pain because of the IUD and the nurse told me that the state of reproductive pain care was barbaric and not to get her started. She promised the surgery wouldn’t hurt at all. She was telling the truth.

RN: Meet Mer. Fentanyl!

SB: Hello, Mr. Fen…hhhh…zzz

43

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I came to with an inch-long incision on my chest and a vague memory of telling the nurses interesting animal facts.

RN: It was like National Geographic!

MR: Did she tell you about hyena genitals?

RN: She sure did!

There was indeed some discomfort then it just ached like hell

SB: I’m gonna find the guy who writes “some discomfort” and cause him some discomfort. With a baseball bat.

Note: The port is both A) a miracle of moder technology that is sparing my veins from untold horrors and B) more soreness and ache and trouble than anything else so far.

44

Bright, almost Pepto Bismol pink spotty background

Chemo class with the pharmacist went well

Rx: You’ll need to use a barrier method during intercourse for the first two days

Speech bubble overlapping previous: Tell me what will happen! Rash, radiation burn, death, what?!

Rx: Uh… We don’t know? There haven’t been any clinical studies.

SB: Ok, so if I write sex with a chemo patient into a book as an ingenious murder weapon—

Rx: Please don’t.

Something something “so outside the realm of possibility” something.

Note: This pharmacist was incredibly fabulous, in all senses of the word. We later bonded over a mutual love of Primus.

45

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And then it was time to face…the Red Devil

Insert ominous music here

Textbox: Actually, I sat in a recliner for about four hours, playing on my Switch and having to pee every twenty minutes. Finally they brought out two bigass syringes full of what looked like red Kool Aid, and injected them into the IV drip.

RN: Chew ice while we do this, it cuts down on mouth sores.

SB: Crunch crunch crunch

Ten minutes later

SB: Wow that urine sure is pink!

Textbox: Really, that was it. I was so pumped full of anti-nausea meds and steroids that I felt fine. This type of chemo didn’t even cause neuropathy so I didn’t need cold gloves or anything. I ate a Whopper on the way home.

Note: I have never been on steroids before and they are scarily amazing.

46

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I had so many nausea pills that I half-expected to be vomiting like a toddler on Space Mountain.

SB: Ok, I take this one twice a day on days 1, 2, and 3, this one once a day on days 2, 3 and 4, then as needed, this one as needed every six hours, this one as needed every eight hours…

Textbox: But I didn’t actually feel that bad. Don’t get me wrong—

I felt like ass on a stick for a few days

Textbox: But it was just like having the flu or something. I was tired and a little queasy and more vague than usual.

47

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Textbox: It wasn’t like some special new level of sick. It wasn’t nearly as bad as food poisoning or that time I got swine flu.

I didn’t enjoy it but it wasn’t apocalyptic

SB: Eh, I’ve had worse.

Except for the constipation that was was apocalyptic

SB: Peristalsis, why as thou forsaken me?

Textbox: Pro Tip: If things are badly blocked up, taking laxatives only increases the pressure. It does not unblock things. But once they do unblock, you will have an experience.

Note: There is a moment in the dark hours of pre-dawn when you are alone in the bathroom with a nitrile glove, whatever lube you have on hand, and your God. This was not the fun version of that moment.

48

Yellow and orange spotty background like a vibrant sunrise

The second week I felt normal. My grandmother had chemo thirty years ago and it was horrific. It almost field weird that this wasn’t.

I took a lot of naps. My sense of taste went a little haywire. Cheesy powder flavor simply ceased to exist. Nacho Doritos tasted as if they were dipped in flour.

Cousin: Noo! We’re white people! Cheese is all we have!

SB: Right? Right?!

Note: At the time of this writing, I am 3/4ths of the way through the Red Devil (I start Taxol next) and aged white cheddar is the only cheese that I can taste. I have borne up well, but if that is taken from me, I may lose the will to go on.

The Saga Of Bob, Part 5: Chemo Time

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

In which our heroine finally gets an infusion of the finest toxic cocktails modern medicine can provide.

My stylist is a treasure and I told her I’d see her next year.

The port is both A) a miracle of modern technology that is sparing my veins from untold horrors and B) more soreness and ache and trouble than anything else so far.

This pharmacist was incredibly fabulous, in all senses of the word. We later bonded over a mutual love of Primus.

I have never been on steroids before and they are scarily amazing.

There is a moment in the dark hours of pre-dawn when you are alone in the bathroom with a nitrile glove, whatever lube you have on hand, and your God. This was not the fun version of that moment.

At the time of this writing, I am 3/4ths of the way through the Red Devil (I start Taxol next) and aged white cheddar is the only cheese that I can taste. I have borne up well, but if that is taken from me, I may lose the will to go on.

Thank you again to people who have transcribed the earlier Saga of Bob—you are heroes!

[castle-dominion]

c1x5 chill goes thru her veins

I feel bad for the stunt actor. Why are those lights turning on?

Beautiful intro <3 with her ring & gun & stuff. (but she just keeps it in a drawer...? No surely that drawer is locked... gun laws in the usa can't be THAT lax...) Beautiful red coat. We need more of that in later seasons. She should shave her head, but like in a sexy way. For the leabians.

JE: Why can't they find bodies between 9 and 5? KB: Well, early bird gets the collar. *castle running around before beckett can even drink her coffee* JE: He was here before I was.

Poor lanie, she's there just as early as anyone. XD cold case LP claims she's frozen solid, but let's just make a note of that. Captions say mid-40s & i'm assuming that means 40-50 f not negative 40? That's what like 12 degrees c? Nope, 40f is 4c. not quite cold enough to freeze, not solid, even with wind. Lol ruby slippers Ok but bodies float in concrete Maybe the killer is just really flaky like me. Or maybe they killed her & didn't know what to do so they froze her until they came up with a plan.

I'm watching s4 with my family rn & the technology is booming. Reminds me of s2 when the fbi came in. Legit made me laugh out loud when castle made that wilford warfstache face. This seems like a good time to remembe MMIWP; missing & murdered indigenous women/people. It is literally an ongoing genocide, idk much abt the USA but indigenous people are disproportionately represented in cases like this in canada. Indigenous men are actually more at-risk for murders than women, though women are more at-risk for disappearances & sexual abuse. They are even overturning things like ICWA, FNMI kids are already overrepresented in the foster care system, forced genocidal assimilation is happening under our noses Right Now. Everyone is an ally until it is time to do some ally shit.

KR: Sure they do. Quantum physics, alien abductions, Schrödinger's cat. One minute, you're getting a hot dog in the park, the next you're fighting off Sleestaks on the far side of a dimensional rift. BRUH??? Reminds me of the alien episode in s2 or s3. Oh woman I remember in Range class we had our turkeys out all weekend & they were still frozen

KB: Okay, I'm on my way KB: Lanie's got an ID. So u don't need to look thru missing persons anymore right? RC, to rysposito: You'll take care of these? *leaves* JE: Hey, Ryan, can you, uh… Thanks. *also leaves poor ryan to go through or put away the files* Poor Ryan, he's just staring at espt leave with such hurt, his eyes just moving all over the table & room, & his mouth slightly open. He's left to deal with this. They really are treating him like the new guy even tho he really is not he's been there long enough in canon.

WOAH FIVE YEARS IS A LONG TIME BABES

Steals his coffee Ofc he's a speedreader. I like how later they use that skill again. ok but she disappears often, she's gone for weeks at a time occasionally, the guy probably wouldn't have called in until seven days after she's gone Flirting with her lol. He probably thought she ran away for the first six months then figured she was gone for good or passed away.

R u using a 5yo file? Oh. Yeah five years. So new york "idc that the previous tenant was murdered, it keeps the rent low"

JE: Well, four years between murders? One's a popsicle, one just got popped? I love castle's shirt texture, I just want to feel it. KR: I don't believe it. RC: Give me 250 pages, I bet I could make you. KR: *chuckles* But he's right. "250 pages is 125 000 words single-spaced or 62 500 words double-spaced. Typical documents that are 250 pages or more include full-length novels."

CASTLE I could call it, "A Chill Runs Through Her Veins." ESPOSITO Ooh. I like that. [Castle and Esposito five-five.] CASTLE "Bam" said the lady, another best-seller for me.

(https://scriptline.livejournal.com/18916.html for my quotes, it's so much faster than typing them out. sometimes.)

You know, ppl ship caskett (obv, & then it eventually eventually finally becomes canon) & ppl ship rysposito (I can see why, plus if caskett is together obv rysposito would be together) but tbh I like castito or casposito or castlesito or estle or espostle or espositle or javick rickvier or whatever their ship name it. Probably casposito.

Hmmm. Homeless, White Plains. Homeless, White Plains. JE: both kinda creepy

I love him with his kids (possibly spoilers) I think I know how it ends, I feel like the parents will end up having done this & the kids will end up parentless & then grandparentless. Or maybe the husband did it & then the grandparents killed the husband bc screw you for robbing my daughter of her life & my grandkids of their mom & I'm not letting my grandbabies be raised by a murderer (unless they become murderers in which case.... you lost your point)

drinkin coffee in a bar. I mean he's right ig but at the same time screw you & acab. Oh war vet? Yeah no hun cops feel more brotherhood with soldiers than they feel responsibility to their jobs. The entire system is crap. I want to say "than they feel responsible for the ppl they are meant to protect" but... they aren't really "meant" to protect them. They are meant to police them.

That's why u like castle. He spins crazy theories instead of making things fit into a box. (except he still says "that's not how I would write it") Castle sherlock holmes moments.

JE: A couple of bucks jogged his memory. Yeah man Already have their little handshake uwu Reminds me of ochoa/herve doing the big handshake. I feel like castle wrote a cool handshake (made it up) for roach & then they put it in the movie but castle didn't actually know how to do the handshake.

Oh gosh this poor man. Only this time, all I find is a freezer plugged into a light outlet -- which, by the way, is totally illegal. So valid bestie. (I love him so much.) One time I had to make a mini model of a house for math class but it was my best friend & me & we were both disabled so we handed in the simplest project we could & got in trouble for it. Then our parents helped us out, they put in the water heater. Paul said "lets use this little pill bottle, we can glue it to the wall here" but then my dad chips in 'That's a Code Violation, man!' as if code violations matter in our little model. Both dads cracked up. It was funnier when it happened... (& whenever we go to tour dream homes dad points out the code violations. & ofc count how many secret rooms we can make. Not that we'd ever live there.) Oh fun fact, if you make a double male extension cord you can power your neighbour's apartment if they forgot to pay their electrical bill, JUST so they can like, keep their fridge running so their food doesn't spoil. Some anarchosocialist cyberpunk for ya. I mean the man's right. I see why he did what he did. People are really good at not seeing homeless people.

Man kept the freezer? ofc it's cash. every six months, plus three months of grace. Two months after the man is dead! So valid bestie, keep the footage of the last two weeks, but who has space for more than that?

If not x, then y. if not her, then him. If not sam, then whoM? Him=whom, he=who. Who did it? He did it. It was whom? It was him.

Mmm leftovers. That's a heck of an empty freezer. Hey self cleaning oven, sort of like that episode in s3! Did you know you can jerry your oven open during self clean mode to make it into a pizza oven? Don't do it tho. AC: Did I stop, or did something stop me? I love her RC: It's family moments like these I will never forget. AC: With a good therapist, hopefully, I will. DSAFHDSJHADSKJH

I like beckett's coat. This Wyler fellow seems neat. I like him. Man remembers the bf's name?

This boy looks like someone I've seen before. Maybe that actor/directer, gary sinus I like his shirt. Seems like a nice prison uniform. This fellow seems neat. Oh. I love & respect this man. I love him sm. This is tragic.

Sometimes I'm very "guy" but other times I am so obviously raised female, but I was also raised catholic. Nice pride flag lol B'y I think it's a bad idea to tell these children what happened to their mom, at least in any detail. They're kids. Or at most tweens.

What if GARY killed sam? He wasn't dead for four years or so, you could have come forward. he WAS dead for the past year, you could have come forward w/o fear.

Ooh this is the coolest & sweetest thing. I love their laser tag gear. RC: Mom! We are totally doing battle on the field of honor. MR: How old are you? RC: Old enough to afford the top-of-the line laser tag. You know that's what they tell addicts. The only fun you had was drinking & now you don't have that hobby? All your friends do drugs so you're out a community? Do what you wanted to do when you were a kid, now that you are an adult with adult money. Buy yourself an easy bake oven, go play laser tag, take that gymnastics class you wanted to do all throughout elementary. RC: I'm dead! MoOm! 

I like how castle doesn't try to make himself look like a presentable adult, he opens the door & shoots his laser gun. Poor beckett. She knocks on his door & then gets laser shot by a novelist she was a fan of who is now shadowing her on crime cases, then his daughter comes out from behind him, also wearing all this laser gear (including the fact that she is a responsible adolescent), & then his mom comes in from the side with a towel on her head & a mask on her face. "Pehtikwe"

Is this the first time she has been in his house? Or did she arrest him here once? She is indeed a comic fan, remember the vampire episode? It's like a murder board. Lol jinx. I like castle's sweater here.

See? Most ppl don't own a car in a city like that. Point for the adhd castle headcanon. Goes on a tangent like that. Plus, he's very childish sometimes, very childlike /pos sometimes, he procrastinates a lot, then he hyperfocuses & bangs out a novel, he can think inside or outside the box but he threw the box away so he doesn't know if he's thinking in or out, he is not very good at following instructions lol (you know i was diagnosed with ODD & recently I found out & thought "that's just what they diagnose you with when you don't understand things & so you ask questions or refuse to do things or you don't like being a child treated like you are not a person; that's why so many ppl grow out of of" & I Was Right, BUT that's only the misdiagnoses, ODD is actually a mood disorder, which might be why I kind of got over it when I went on mood stabilizers. Fun fact for ya)

It's late at night they just went to his house? Or maybe it's the next day.

ROGER They told me he was shot in a mugging. And now you're telling me, he was killed here, in my apartment?

CASTLE Not him. His wife.

ROGER His wife? What kind of family was this?

CASTLE Alright. So, you and I are married.

BECKETT We are not married.

CASTLE Relax. It's just pretend.

BECKETT I don't want to pretend.

CASTLE Scared you'll like it?

BECKETT Okay. If we're married, I want a divorce.

ROGER Are you two like this all the time?

CASTLE and BECKETT Yes.

(usually they give opposing answers. JE: yes; KB: no; RC: I wish; KR: ...??? Ok!)

Castle puts down the pan but beckett still has the pot *closes door on roger* *hands the pot back to roger*

Need to go to the eco station? Call your buddy with a truck.

I still respect this guy to a degree. I love the way his voice is breaking. This poor fellow.

Cap's right. what goes around comes around.

I remember how it ends. Not five years ago. Plainclothes. Melanie's dad. He did his own detective work & I'm proud. I know what you mean castle but you kind of can't do that.

I feel really bad bc he's just trying to be a good grampa, he is raising his grandkids, he solved his daughter's murder & paid justice to sam. Tho he probs could have gone to the police. Also why do those kids look native? Melanie & her parents are white af. IG we've never seen sam's body/picture so maybe he was native or a poc.

Dad, they probs don't have the evidence to convict you. Don't confess & you can get away with it. Ah I see why he did it now. R u allowed to bring back a service weapon? Good on him, he said a father MIGHT be justified. Never said he did it.

Oh beckett sharing her story!

We were supposed to go to dinner together - my mom, my Dad, and I, and she was gonna meet us at the restaurant, but she never showed. Two hours later, we went home, and there was a detective waiting for us. Detective Raglin. They found her body. She had been stabbed. She still had her money and purse and jewelry. And it wasn't a sexual assault, either. They attributed it to gang violence. Random wayward event. So, just like in Melanie's case, they couldn't think outside the box. So, they just tries to package it up nicely. And the killer was never caught.

CASTLE Why do you wear the watch?

BECKETT My Dad took her death hard. He's sober now. Five years. So, this is for the life that I saved. And...

[She reaches in her shirt and pulls out the necklace with the ring on it.]

BECKETT (CONT'D) this is for the life that I lost.

Oof, so good. So good. I love them.

CASTLE Until tomorrow, Detective.

BECKETT You can't just say "night?"

CASTLE I'm a writer. "Night" is boring. "Until tomorrow" is more hopeful.

The second cree word of this post: Wapaki. It means "tomorrow" but cree words are long. It means more like "if the sun rises tomorrow" & it implies that we have FAITH that the sun will rise tomorrow, we can't actually tell the future. We are just doing what we can. If, if the sun rises tomorrow.

& she doesn't lock her gun in her drawer.

Esposito & castle & getting the file & how did he convince espt to do this.

[41:50, INT. PRECINCT, RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT] Esposito enters, followed by Castle.

[Esposito leads him past rack after rack of file boxes, until he comes to one and opens it. He pulls out a file and hands it to Castle.]

ESPOSITO Remember, this never happened. I was never here.

CASTLE You have my word. Thanks.

[Esposito clears his throat]

ESPOSITO If you tell her I did this, I'll make you bleed.

CASTLE Understood.

ESPOSITO Good luck.

[The name on the file: Johanna Beckett. Castle takes a seat at a table and turns on the desk light as Esposito leaves, dousing the overheads. Lit by the light of the lamp, Castle looks down at the case file. He takes a breath, and opens it.]

I should do some chores.

[purecantarella]

Playing Her Game

this month may just be the end of me HAHAHAHAAH but doesnt yuna just radiate bratty energy? maybe thats why i like her so much :"") anyway, i hope you all enjoy this one!! shin yuna x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content

Ryujin and Lia giggle among themselves as the noise from the party fades behind them, entering the kitchen to get a drink only to see you pulling a full bottle of gin from your lips with a scowl on your face. "Uhh, hey, Y/n. You alright?"

You laugh dryly at the question before taking another swig of the alcohol. The couple follows your line of sight, seeing Yuna very obviously flirting with another part-goer. Ryujin throws her head back laughing before snatching the bottle from your hand. You snarl lowly before the rapper takes a sip.

"Drinking your woes alone here isn't going to solve anything." Lia points out before tugging the almost depleted bottle from her girlfriend's hands and placing it on the counter. "She's doing it to get a rise out of me."

As the man runs his hand over her jacket and brushes back back her blonde hair, you grit your teeth together. Lia ooh's and the rapper snickers out, "Looks like it's working."

You ignore them and continue to glare at the pair from across the room. The pair walk off, forgetting their drinks, much more invested in how Yuna's game would play out.

The guy she was flirting with excused himself, walking towards the kitchen where you stood. You glare at him as he browses the alcohol behind you. "Damn that girl is hot..." He whispers under his breath. You growl and in a flash his collar was in your hand as you stare him blank in the eyes.

He struggles against you only for him to shrivel under your gaze like a terrified dog. You grit your teeth as you whisper, "You're going to do as I say, yes?" You ask only for him to nod helplessly. "Good. You're going to walk out of this party, and if you so much as try to look to my girlfriend again, I will break your nose. Got it?"

Once he nods, you release his shirt from your grip and walk over to Yuna who stood with the other girls wearing a proud smirk on her face. Ryujin and Yeji offer you a slow clap as you approach them. "Subtly handled, N/n."

You ignore their remarks and you face off with your girlfriend. She only smiles up at you before closing her eyes, taking her purse from Lia's side, shoving it against your chest. Walking towards the exit, you wave to her members.

You two walk in silence, a wide distance between the both of you as you fume silently while Yuna smiles to herself. Proud as she slips into she slips into the car, only to be shocked when you tug her into your lap. Her back pressing uncomfortably into the wheel.

"You little slut, Shin Yuna." You snarl as you push her jacket off her shoulders, exposing her tight tubed dress. The fabric began to run up her thighs as she straddled you. Defiantly, she wraps her arms around your neck. "You were incredibly hot back there." She pouts before leaning in her lips ghosting yours, "Too bad you didn't get into an actual fight with that guy."

You grip her cheeks roughly, pulling her close enough that you could smell her strawberry lipstick. You sneer at her extreme self confidence, "You would have liked that wouldn't you, princess?" Your other hand falls to her ass, coming down on the flesh hard.

Yuna whimpers as her eyes screw shut, her lips parting. "But even if you did sleep with that limp-dick bastard." You force her to look at you again, her eyes hooded and her lips upturning. "You would have come back to me. Because I know no one can make you cum the way I can."

Another slap across her ass, then another, and another, she has tears in her eyes. You soothe the sore skin as you coo softly. "Aw, did my princess not like that?"

Yuna smiles through her tears, forcing her chin out of your grip and roughly pressing her lips to yours. Moaning as you return the kiss, your tongue pushing its way into her mouth, your free hand gripping her cheek.

You bite down on her lip, dragging it back as you pull away. Her cries echo through the small space of your car. Your hand weaves its way through her blonde hair, tugging on the locks sharply to expose her pure and delicate neck. Yuna moans softly as your hot lips trail down her neck, right up to where the tube of her dress gripped onto her skin.

You whisper against her skin as you continued to leave wet, sloppy kisses, "Seems my princess has forgotten who she belongs to..." You raise your head back up to her lips, pressing a light and teasing kiss over them. Your hand lets go of her hair, slipping down to the top of her dress, she bites her lip sensually. Eyes dark as she nods.

Pulling the tube down and smirking seeing a skimpy white bra, really practically see through. "Baby like?" She asks in a small voice before you look up to see her smiling down at you coyly. You nod quickly before sucking the exposed skin gently, ears perking up when you hear her whining softly. "Love, princess. I fucking love it."

Impatiently, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. You chuckle, appalled by her actions but before you can scold her, you look at her puffed out chest. Mesmerized by her gorgeous body, again you lean down and suckle on her nipple.

You hum against her mounds, nipping and licking, smiling when you hear her desperate cries. "Yeeees, Y/n yes! Please...you make me feel so good, baby."

You nod against her before pulling away. You pull the lever on your driver's chair, reclining the seat before you switch positions suddenly. She gasps as she falls on her back with you suddenly on your knees before her. Yuna smirks, and caresses the back of your head lovingly.

"Is this what you want, princess?" You ask as your slip her panties off slowly, a thread of her wetness connecting her to the fabric. You coo again as she chants soft 'yeses' under her panting. "I turned you on this much, Yuna? Huh?" You bite down on her skin.

"I want an answer, princess." You stress making her groan frustrated. "Yes. I want you. Just give it to me!" Yuna whines before you shake your head, proud smile on your lips as you lick her dripping center teasingly. Barely grazing where she needed you the most.

"That's not how you ask, Yuna." You raise your hand, nails scraping down her chest, stomach, right above her pussy, a stream of curses falling from her lips. The red streaks marking her as yours. "Please baby, give it to me. I'll be your good girl. Pleeeeease let me cum."

You smile before blowing a puff of air onto her hot cunt, the muskiness of her pussy becoming even more apparent. Making you practically drool with excitement. You push your tongue into her heat, her body completely straightening as she moans uncontrollably. Her body jutting against your awaiting mouth and fingers.

The car shakes violently as Yuna moves desperately to find her high. And it didn't take long for her center to clench around you and for her to submit to the pleasure wracking her body. Her mouth forms an 'o' as a wave of ecstasy slams against her.

She pants and rubs the back of your head lovingly, smiling blissfully. Her mind satisfied with her little game. "You're amazing, N/n..." Before Yuna can offer to take you, a sharp cry breaks from her as you hum against her center, tongue still hard at work, sucking and licking her center madly.

"Y/n, baby oh, too much...Fuck, too much, baby..." Yuna moans, her voice tiny and shrill as your tongue continues to lap up her center. Her hand grabs the back of the headrest of the seat and rutting up the chair. You smirk against her cunt, pulling her hips down.

You look up as your tongue continues to circle in her dripping hole, thrusting in and out of her as she squirming, throat raw from screaming and moaning.

Unplugging your tongue from her for a moment, you rest your cheek on her warm, smooth thigh with a sarcastic smile on your face. Her face contorting from extreme amounts of pleasure shooting through her.

"I'm playing your game, princess." You pause, your finger flicking her sensitive clit. Yuna screams and scratches the seat in attempts to ground herself. Your eyes lock when you add, "But I'm going to win."

You dive into her pussy again and she howls, the night ending with her knocked out in your arms. She's dazed as you whisper how good she was, only looking up at you with a smile when you whisper, "I do love my good girl."

Yuna leans up lazily, pecking your bruised lips, "I love you too, N/n."

shower number 1 of the day because just thinking of a disobedient yuna makes me very, very uneasy. im not gonna go into details on that :"") HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed and i will see you all vv soon!! bye lovelies!! - r

[jjungkookislife]

Marry Me?

ღ pairing: you up!Jungkook x f. reader

ღ genre: established relationship au, fluff [18+]

ღ summary: Jungkook is ready to pop the question!

ღ wc: 1.5k

ღ warnings: some cursing, mention of nervousness, mention of low blood pressure, mention of alcohol, mention of passing out

ღ tags: @xmagicxshopx​ I’m so sorry it took so long! 

ღ date: July 6, 2022

│you up? │the only one│marry me│

“This is such bull shit,” Jungkook groaned as he leaned against his motorcycle. The heat was nearly unbearable even as the sun was setting. He knew he should have come earlier but his nerves got the best of him and it was Taehyung who had insisted he go today.

“What?” Taehyung asks as he walks up to Jungkook, smirking when he sees him in his leather jacket despite the humid summer evening.

Jungkook stands up straight. He runs his hand through his hair, long locks nothing more than an annoyance as they made the back of his neck sweat. He’d need another shower once he got back home. 

“Just this heat, man,” Jungkook grunts as he wipes his forehead. “It’s too fucking hot.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Come on, Romeo. Let’s get inside.”

“Yeah, fuck this heat.” Jungkook nods as he follows his best friend into the shop.

“Welcome!” the shopkeeper greets them.

“Sup?” Taehyung responds and Jungkook elbows him. Taehyung raises a brow. “What?”

“Be nice, that’s my mom’s friend,” he hisses in response.

“Shit,” Taehyung curses and the shopkeeper looks pale. 

“Ignore him, Lizzie. I apologize for his existence,” Jungkook sighs, ignoring the glare his best friend is sending his way.

“Your mom said you’d be stopping by soon,” Lizzie says happily. She moves to the side, opening a glass case and taking out a small box that she opens to show the ring. “For this?”

“Ah, mom spilled the beans, huh?” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck. 

“She’s excited! She never thought you’d be proposing to someone,” Lizzie admits. “Neither of us did but we love Y/N so much! We’re so happy for you!” 

Taehyung chuckles. “Ooh, you’re asking her to marry you? Fuck! Finally! You know, my girl’s been asking when you were gonna ask.”

Jungkook grows nervous, biting his bottom lip. “It’s a big step, Tae. I wanted to make sure we were ready. That I was ready.”

“And when are you asking your partner, Tae?” Lizzie asks him pointedly. 

Taehyung starts sweating. He can feel the clamminess in his palms as he shoves them into the front pockets of his pants. 

“I-I-I don’t know!”

Lizzie grins. “We have a lovely selection right here if you wanna have a look.”

Jungkook catches the wink Lizzie sends his way as Taehyung starts to panic, stepping backward until he bumps against a mannequin dressed as a bride. Tae apologizes, pulling on the collar of his shirt to fan himself. Suddenly, the ticking of the wall clock is too loud and the walls are closing in on him.

“She’s kidding, Tae.” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Anyway,” Lizzie laughs as she turns her attention to Jungkook. “I can’t wait to hear the good news. Don’t think too much about it, okay? It’s okay to be nervous but we’ve all seen the two of you together throughout the years and you’re perfect together.”

“I’ve grown a lot since I met her. Fuck knows I was an ass to her for a while,” Jungkook shakes his head. 

“I know that’s right,” Taehyung mutters under his breath.

Jungkook looks over his shoulder to glare at him. He raises the ring in his direction and Taehyung has to sit down for a moment, his heart beating faster and faster as his blood pressure drops.

“Such a baby,” Jungkook scoffs.

“He’ll come around,” Lizzie chuckles as she hugs Jungkook. “Now peel him off the floor and bring him back when he’s ready to propose to his sweetheart.”

“Will do! Thanks, Liz!” Jungkook waves as he tucks the little box into his leather jacket pocket. He settles his feet on the floor, his heavy combat boots sturdy as he sticks his hand out for Tae to take before he hauls him to his feet.

“You’re such a drama queen, you know that?” Jungkook rolls his eyes as they leave the shop.

“I know how to have a good time,” Taehyung giggles. “Besides, don’t you feel more at ease now?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, because he knows Taehyung’s over-the-top behavior was his way of calming him down and he appreciated it.

“Come on, I need a drink.”

“We’re just having dinner,” Jungkook assures you as you walk into a restaurant you had frequented. 

“Why is it so quiet?” you ask as you take Jungkook’s hand.

“I asked for a private dining room. I didn’t want too many distractions. Besides, Taehyung heard we were coming here for dinner and said he’d show up,” Jungkook lies.

“We could have added him and his girlfriend to our reservation,” you say as the hostess greets you and leads you down a hallway you’ve never been to. You thank her when you arrive at your dining area, taking a seat as the hostess leaves.

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “He would have found a way to get us banned from here.”

You laugh because it’s true. Taehyung had a love for theatrics and had been banned from a few establishments in the city. 

“Fair enough,” you say as you see the door open and a waiter walks in.

Jungkook is nervous as he sits across from you. Thus far, dinner has been going smoothly. He keeps looking at the time, trying to ease his nerves but this has been coming for years now. The both of you had plenty of talks about the future. A home, a marriage, a family. Everything just seemed to fall into place.

Jungkook was ready to be a husband. He had changed so much since that night he had shown up at your door, sobbing into your arms. You had been apprehensive at first, slowly earning each other’s trust and building your relationship from the ground up. Jungkook had changed his number, cut everyone off, and never gave you a reason to doubt him. He loved you, so much and didn’t ever want to lose you.

It had taken weeks for Taehyung and Jungkook to talk, to be friends again, and even longer for Taehyung to introduce you to his girlfriend but the two of you hit it off almost immediately, as long as you didn’t mention your romps with her man.

The box in Jungkook’s pocket seemed to burn as time went in. He couldn’t even appreciate his meal as you finished. You were wiping your hands on your cloth napkin, making sure your nails were holding up. You had gone to get them done that morning with Taehyung’s girlfriend, gotten your toes as well. You had been going every few weeks for the past year in preparation for tonight, though that was something you were unaware of.

“Would you like to have dessert in the garden?” The waiter asks as he comes to clear your table.

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” Jungkook says as he rises from his seat. His heart is racing. He wonders if he’ll pass out before he even makes it to the garden.

“Come, baby girl,” Jungkook helps you out of your seat as you lace your fingers together. He leads you down a different hallway, where the hostess meets you and opens the doors that lead to the garden.

Upon entering the garden, the doors shut behind you, and music starts to play. You look to the right and see a string quartet playing a familiar song.

You turn back to Jungkook but are in awe when you see the candles and rose petals leading to a giant sign spelling out MARRY ME? With Jungkook taking your hand in his.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim as tears pool in your eyes. 

Jungkook smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks as you stand in front of the sign. The lights blink as he drops to one knee and your hands cover your mouth. 

You’re shaking your head yes before he’s even asked and he laughs. “Wait for me, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in between laughs.

“I know we started off rocky. I was immature. I wasn’t the commitment type. I could go on and on but one thing I know for sure. I love you, baby girl. There’s nobody else I’d rather have by my side. You’re my other half, and I want to be yours now and forever. Will you marry me?” Jungkook asks as he looks up at you.

“Yes! Yes!” you jump and Jungkook gets to his feet. He’s grinning brighter than you’ve ever seen as he pulls you into a hug, careful not to fumble the ring.

Jungkook takes your hand in his, slowly sliding the ring onto your finger and you admire it. It’s beautiful! 

“I love it!” you gush as you hug him before pressing your lips to his. “I love you!”

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook says as he holds you close. 

The doors open again and you turn as cheers fill the garden and your family and friends file in. There’s confetti and whistles blown as you’re pulled into hugs. 

Jungkook smiles at you, blowing you a kiss as you’re engulfed in another hug by a family member.

“I love you,” you whisper when you’re reunited again. Your family and friends are celebrating while the two of you take a moment to yourselves. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, his forehead pressed to yours.

“I love you,” he kisses your cheek.

You lace your fingers together, your ring sparkling. “Just us?”

“Just us.”

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3