#please excuse the sudden essays

[rainbowcarousels]

2 & 7 for the sting in the way you kiss me and 8 & 14 for shelter (my beloved 🤧💕)

the sting in the way you kiss me

What’s my favorite part of the fic? That it is exactly four thousand words? More seriously, I think it's the part where Lestat finds Nicolas saying he believes in him to be something sweet, something romantic but from Nicki's perspective, it's like admitting something terrible. The fic only explores it from Lestat's more hopeful perspective, but I feel like I captured Nicki's shadow over it pretty well.

From his perspective, in a relatively short time, Nicki has lost his faith in God, his understanding of what he ought to do in life, fallen in love with an impoverished baby aristocrat who alternates between despair at the darkness of the world and finding so much hope in desire, in love, then come to Paris where he can't get hired by any serious orchestra because he started learning too late to be at the same level even though he's talented but Lestat, the person who's barely stepped on a stage before people send their devotion to him, is having a meteoric rise.

Lestat's story is aspirational, he's going to be something amazing and Lestat says oh it's only a matter of time, you'll get hired by somewhere amazing, we'll tour the world and everything will be wonderful and a part of him believes that and it's just drowned out by the reality that such things are really only possible for Lestat with his looks, his charisma, his talent - Nicki's shortfall is in learning, in experience and the way he experiences hope that is drowned out by rational thought is painful for him. Lestat doesn't understand that, he just see's him putting himself down and putting Lestat on some kind of pedestal when Lestat just knows they'll make it if they try hard enough. It's one of the most interesting dynamics for me to write.

Were there any major decisions I made about the fic that could have made it go a whole different direction?

Only the sexual position changed, otherwise it's exactly as it was intended to do. Originally I wanted to use fire, explore burning touch as a 'playing with fire' thing but I realised it's Lestat, let's eroticise the weeping instead!

shelter

Was there anything I only learned about the fic after I had finished it? (themes, motifs, symbolism, etc)

That there is an underlying theme of 'what if I can't give you what you need'/'what if I'm not what you want'. In Armand's case, his need is of an unconditional love and a desire for someone or something that will not willingly leave him. His experience of that was his biological family and the boys. So the difficulty in wanting that and not being sure if everyone else does is really hard. There's also Daniel who's afraid of the idea that he's going to be shit at it, kids were a Normal thing and he very much did not want Norman things but also he can't really give Armand something and he's so used to being able to that not being so makes him a little neurotic. It's been so much of his life to give him anything he wants as an act of love.

There's Lestat who is afraid he can't run away and is afraid of staying. Normally there is a point where he pulls away and this family is an anchor, he can't pull away, he has to engage and deal with it instead. If he can't do that effectively and is found wanting, that is terrifying for him. Then Louis who is of course afraid he won't be able to differentiate family now to his family with Claudia and that it could be a disservice to her or he'll compare them unfavourably. That this is with Armand too and his role in Claudia's death really hammers home that he hasn't dealt with a lot of it yet, nor has Lestat.

Ultimately it might be biological but there is an active choice to choose to be a family and work at it for all for them, to not let insecurity get in the way of feeling happy and loved. They just need a kick up the ass in the form of it involving innocent-if-bitey kiddos so it doesn't seem entirely selfish for those with some guilt complexes (Louis and Armand in different ways) or because compassion is part of their love language (both Lestat and Daniel).

If I were to write a sequel to this fic, what would it be about?

You already know this but probably a fathers day thing. Love is not less complicated just because little brains are underdeveloped so trying to relate to tiny people while also being so outside of the norms is an interesting one. I love the idea of exploring just normal every day things but the vampire twist because they don't eat (like the dolls at the doll cafe), it has to be at night (the playgrounds must be so weird at like 10pm with just them and probably Lestat also having a go on the slide, maybe Armand would like to swing, he does seem to like the height) and trying to figure out how to attend teachers meetings. I think it's just walking this line between humanity and not that is really interesting, with love connecting the two.

Also probably something heavier on the spiciness, the physical connection and scents and desire really plays into the universe so I probably that.

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x simon 'ghost' riley

3.7k words (sorry)

tw: teacher-student relationship but it's just a scene for porn. explicit. horrifyingly so.

You burst into the classroom and stride purposefully towards your professor, who is seated in his leather chair, engrossed in his work. Impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for him to finish marking essays. However, after 5 minutes, your patience with this unbearable man ran out.

"Professor."

He hums, a deep sound coming from the back of his throat yet doesn't look up from what he's doing. A real piece of work, he is. How fucking aggravating.

"Professor Riley," your voice takes an irreverent tone.

The hand that had been writing non-stop comes to a sudden pause, and he finally directs his attention to you. Meeting your gaze, his dark eyes are hooded, his lips set in a firm line. His job is to literally deal with students, yet he dares to look annoyed.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong 'r am I gonna have to learn how to read minds?" he states.

Taking in a calming breath, you clench the crumpled essay in your hand. "Can you explain to me why you failed me on this? I did exactly as you asked!"

He must know precisely what you're talking about because he simply turns back to the papers on his desk.

"Tha's your problem. You did exactly as I asked, with no thought behind it. Just wrote the bare minimum, if you can even call it writin'. It's copy-paste," Professor Riley sets the pen down and leans back in the chair.

"I need ya to use tha' head o' yours when in this class. Otherwise, you'll fail the rest o' your classes too."

Fucking hell.

Professor Riley shifts in his seat, seemingly done with the conversation, and finishes, "If tha's all."

Shit. Your pause is too long, and the director calls it. Fuck.

"I'm really sorry, Ghost, I didn't mean-" Your words of apology dissolve into thin air as his strong hand finds its place on your hip— giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

"S'all righ', love. Mistakes happen. Matter fact," his eyes drift from you to behind you to beckon someone with two fingers. "C'mere, you."

It's the set assistant, and he's brought the script with him. Ghost swiftly stops him from handing it to you, instead pushing it onto the assistant's chest. "Won't be needin' tha', thanks. Tell the director tha' we'll be ad-libin'. Now sod off."

The assistant follows his command in haste, scurrying off to follow Ghost's instructions.

"Hey," he murmurs. Your eyes meet his, feeling the intensity of it quickens your heartbeat. "Say whatever you like, just remember to follow the storyline, alright?"

Follow the storyline. In porn. The irony isn't lost on you, but you bite the side of your gummy cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes, sir."

He drops his hand from where he held you slowly, seemingly almost reluctant to let go. "Ready?" Ghost's thin lips curl into a smirk when you nod at his question. "Good girl."

Your fingers tightly grip the flimsy material of your uniform skirt at his praise, and warmth pools in your lower belly.

His good girl.

A high-pitched voice cuts through your thoughts, signaling the restart of the shooting. You exhale a long breath, unclenching your hands in the process.

Action.

"If tha' all." Ghost reaches for his pen when you frantically grab onto his Oxford sleeve.

"Wait, Professor, please! I can't," you stammer, "I cannot fail this class! My parents would kill me if I studied abroad only to flunk. The tuition—"

His tone is authoritative as he abruptly cuts off your lengthy excuse. "Enough. Nothing can change the mark I've given you."

Your ears pricked up at his wording, and the corners of your lips pulled up into a roguish smile. "No?" Ghost stills before turning to face you, countenance blank. "Nothing at all, Professor?" With a coy tilt of your head, your wide, doe-like eyes meet his as your fingertips trace an alluring path from his forearm down to his knuckles.

"I really can't convince you in any way to change that grade for me?" You lean on the edge of his wooden desk— skirt so short it doesn't even graze the surface of it— and lightly curl your hand around his pointer finger. "It can be our little secret, Professor Riley," you purr.

Ghost lifts a single brow, and settles back into his seat, arms crossed over his barrel chest as his eyes travel from your feet to your exposed cleavage, fixating on the soft skin peeking out from your uniform top.

"Please?" his hushed voice reverberates inside your skull. "I promise to be a good girl."

That catches his attention, eyes flashing to yours, the fire behind them hot— you hope it burns you.

"'Sat, right? Tha' changes things now, doesn't it?" Ghost rolls his chair back, away from his desk, and spreads his thick legs apart in invitation, arms resting on the rests— the dictionary definition of casual. "Convince me then, pet."

"Yes, sir." Sauntering to stand in between his legs, you swallow thickly— the bulge in his groin was quite frankly, intimidating. You've had large, but this was in a league of its own.

"You gonna do it from up there? I know I'm bigger than average but not tha' big." A huff escapes from your lips. A whole comedian.

Knees pressed into the cold, tile floor, you expertly undo the button of his trousers and with his help, pulled them down along with his pants— just enough for his cock to spring free.

Bloody fucking hell.

His cock is monstrous. It rested against his belly, heavy and thick. The pink tip slightly peeking from under his foreskin. There was a groomed thatch of coarse hair at the base, and his balls were also heavy— one hanging lower than the other.

Ghost leans forward and cradles the underside of your jaw with one large hand, fingers gently caressing the delicate skin of your cheek, while the other pumps his rigid cock in anticipation. "Not scared, are ya?" His grin was wicked. "I promise it don't bite."

Grabbing his wrist, you maneuver his hand so that his thumb now rests on your soft lips. "Might not, but I do, Professor." And catch the tip of his finger between your blunt teeth, the subtle sting of it making him hiss.

"Perfect, pretty girl," he says, almost inaudible. His words of praise are for you alone— not for the scene, nor the camera. You peer up at him through your lashes, mewling softly at the expression on his face.

His brow was set, hooded eyes sultry, a rosy hue across his cheeks and nose, and lips parted as he panted quietly.

Delicious.

Ghost then pushes his thumb further into your slick mouth and hooks it behind your bottom teeth, delicately pulling you closer to him as he tips his head down— taking his thumb out with a pop. His warm breath fans across your face as he moves closer until his lips connect with yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting of frosty mint and his own unique taste.

Your hands come up, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs when he grasps your wrist and moves it to the focal point of his desire— his breath hitching when you give his cock a firm squeeze. Ghost bites your bottom lip before breaking away, a guttural noise escaping him when you begin to stroke him. "Tighten your hand around—" he breaks off, moaning against your kiss-swollen lips when you comply.

He threads his fingers through your hair that sits at the base of your skull, curling them into a fist and tugging back— craning your neck, hair pulled taut.

"So obedient. Jus' f'me, love?" you hum cheekily, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Would you hold it against me if I said no?" he chuckles under his breath, the grip on your hair tightening marginally.

"I'd say tha' you're lyin'." He sucks in a breath when you press down lightly onto his slit with your thumb. "Cheeky."

He loosens the hold he has on you, feeling your scalp prickle with tender relief, and relaxes back into the chair. "All yours, sweetheart."

That light wasn't getting any greener, so with a grunt, you shifted your weight, ignoring your aching knees, and wrapped your lips around his cock.

Barely.

The salty bite of his arousal and musk spread on your tongue as you took him in deep, stilling once he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, look at me."

Slightly tipping your head back, you do as he says, your throat closing around him as he slips in even further.

"Fuckfuckfuck," a hiss, "such a hot little mouth, just swallowin' me righ' up." Your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, forcing you to pull back to gasp for air. Ghost squeezes himself at the base and taps your cheek with his saliva-coated length.

"A dirty slag like you, jus' takin' me like a professional. Tha' what you are? A professional cock sucker, love?" he taunts. Your pussy clenches when he calls you a slag, pressing your thighs together in the hope of some friction; Something to alleviate the throbbing ache in between your legs.

Ghost with eyes as keen as ever, notices. Damn.

"Oh? Little harlot likes to get degraded, does she? Reminded of her place? How I'd love to teach you exactly where you belong, but tha' wouldn't be you convincin' me to change your bad grade, now would it?"

His cock taps on your swollen lips. "Another time, hm? Now open. Make me see reason."

Ghost's wish is your command. With enthusiasm, you take him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, place a hand right under your lips, and twist with every push and pull.

It's sloppy, spit covering your hand, dripping down to his balls. Your jaw aches, a burning pressure a little under your ear, but what gives you the strength to continue is the loud moans coming from Ghost. He holds nothing back, his hand engulfing the crown of your head while he gently pushes you down. A performer down to his very bones.

You were about to pause the recording, the pain in your mandible and knees almost becoming too much when he suddenly pulled you off of him.

"Wha—?" Ghost seizes you by the upper arms, forcibly bringing you to your feet, disregarding your pained whimper, and places you on the sturdy desk.

He's curling his fingers into the waistband of your frilly knickers, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them. There's a quiet popping sound when he bends his knees, going eye level with your bare cunt.

In a hushed tone, you say, "This isn't part of the scene." Ghost drags his eyes from your glistening slit to your face, gaze suffocating, smothering the very air in your lungs.

"Just a taste, love." He curls one hand under your thigh, lifting it to perch it on the edge of the desk, the other he throws over his strong shoulder. The only sound in the room is your soft moans as he expertly slides his warm tongue through your slick folds, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

By god does he eat pussy like it's his job. Peering down at him, you can't stop the sounds that spill from your mouth when his tongue visibly splits your pussy lips open, flicking at your clit, lapping up your arousal like it is honey. You take hold of his short hair, tugging at the strands as each swirl of his talented tongue pushes you closer to your peak.

His eyes cut to yours when he presses a thick finger into you, drinking in your desperate expression as you keen, begging for more, blabbering about it being so good, yet not enough, please god more.

Ghost curls his finger, only taking a second to find your sweet spot, and pushes— bursts of light flashing in your peripheral vision. You begin to rock your hips unconsciously, chasing your ecstasy, and Ghost simply flattens his tongue, letting you grind against it.

You teeter on the edge of bliss, a tightening in your stomach, right under where his finger is. Shaky exhales leave you, the leg that's on the desk visibly trembling from the tension that threatens to snap you in half.

He presses a kiss to your sodden pussy, and croons, "Gonna come f'me?" You jerkily nod.

"Yes fuck yes, I'm gonna come for you, just for you, Professor Riley pleaseee—" your blathering turns into a high-pitched squeal as he lightly sucks on your pearl, hips lifting off the desk as a blinding orgasm crashes into you, pleasure bursting through your very core, cunt pulsating with every wave of ecstasy around Ghost's finger.

He wastes no time in rising to his feet and slotting his mouth over yours, the taste of your slick strong, potent on his tongue. Ghost breaks away, his breath smelling of your desire. "Exquisite, like ambrosia. Addicting."

Ghost's hand cups your sensitive quim and whispers, "Think you can take me? Tha' orgasm took a lot outta ya."

Silly question. "I'm a big girl, Ghost. I can take it."

He licks the front of his teeth and glances down to where his hand rests. "Course you can, love. Turn around f'me."

Your movements are sluggish as you turn over onto your stomach, rising to the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him.

Ghost grabs the sides of your waist, and flips your skirt up, tucking the edge into the waistband of it. His hands palm your cheeks, thumbs digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open, completely exposed to him.

"Fuck me if tha' isn't the prettiest sight I've ever had the pleasure of seein'." He doesn't acknowledge your scoff as he spreads your hands out, placing them flat on the table— enveloping your hand with his own, intertwining his fingers with yours.

His leans over your semi-prone body, cock gently prodding at your entrance, gliding easily through your folds. "Ready?"

Arching your back, his tip slips inside, just barely. That's your answer.

You can hear the smarmy grin that spreads on his face, and wanted to snark back but you're rendered mute when he pushes in. Your eyes cross at the stretch of his cock, a feeling so sublime you know that no one will ever be able to duplicate. Your fingers tighten around his as you mewl when he bottoms out, hips flush against your arse.

Ghost sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift your weight, and whatever you did has him sliding in deeper— turning his hiss into a guttural groan. "Fuck, you have no fuckin' idea how good you feel."

Probably not, but you have every idea how good he feels.

"You okay, love? Took me so well like you were made jus' f'me. So warm and soft, tight like a vice around my cock. Pretty pussy split wide open, stuffed full of me." He speaks unfettered filth to you, dripping over your ears like molasses, thick and syrupy. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders— dizzy, drunk on his scent, his cock that's got you tearing at the seams.

Then he begins to move, pulling out until an inch remains inside, and pushing in until he's nudging the plug of your womb, feeling a deep pinch under your navel.

This is what it's like to get fucked by Ghost. The one everyone covets after, hoping he drags down the very heavens with his bare hands and lays it at their feet. And here he is, fucking you. A newbie, a fresh face no one knows yet, a name that'll probably never grace the front page.

You doubt his motives are altruistic, but goddamn does it not matter; Not with the way he's carving a space inside of you that only he will ever fit in, or the way he's curling his free hand around your neck, thumb pressed right over your racing pulse.

He lowers himself until his strong chest is to your back, his teeth nipping the tip of your ear. "The moment I saw you gettin' fucked by Johnny, I knew I had t'have ya." Your walls clamp down on him involuntarily, wrenching a pained noise from him. "Fuckin' hell, I knew this pussy would be magical."

Ghost's lips skim over the shell of your ear before pressing a chaste kiss on it. "Lemme hear how good I make ya feel, pet. Don't hold back on me now." He grinds into your arse, going in so deep that it feels like he's trying to push past the entrance of your womb. "S'alrigh'. I'll jus' have t'pull 'em outta ya."

He releases you, placing both hands flat on the desk, on either side of your shoulders. "Take em for myself, make 'em mine." Straightening all the way, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist.

"What a view. Perfection." He rolls his hips, rhythm languid, loud squelching noises coming from where he fills you. "Drippin' cream all over my cock, pet. Can't tell me this isn't 'cause of me."

How the fuck can he still talk? How is he coherent? Why isn't his brain turned into mush like yours is?

"Fuckin' ya speechless, am I? Oh, sweetheart, but I'm barely gettin' started." Ghost slowly pulls out, and curls his hand around your shoulder, nudging you to turn over. "On your back, now."

You lazily flip over, hair sticking to your sweat-slick skin, and he hooks his arms underneath your legs and drags you to the edge until your arse hangs from it. "I wanna see that pretty face when you come." He wastes no time in sheathing himself back inside your swollen channel, walls fluttering at the invasion.

Ghost hooks one leg over his shoulder to lean forward, pinning you to the desk with his upper body, and maneuvers your other to wrap around his wide waist. "That cock drunk look on your face makes my balls tighten, what a fuckin' expression you've got, christ," he growls. "Knowin' I put it there makes it all the better."

He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gives you a smile that is all teeth. "Now let's make you sing."

Grunting, he straightens. plants his feet firmly, stance wide, and begins to fuck you. The videos of the famed Ghost you saw are nothing, nothing, in comparison to real life. His full weight is behind every spine-jarring thrust, it makes your teeth clack, it rattles your brain inside your skull. He does it so perfectly because at no point do you feel any discomfort, not even a twinge. It's all a pleasure that blazes, an all-encompassing heat that threatens to swallow you whole, burn you from the inside out.

His cock punches the breath out of your lungs, wails clawing out of your throat, and it's so good, so fucking good— god, maybe he is god, you don't know, everything is so blurry, hazy—

All senses focus on the sudden touch between your legs, an expert thumb drawing tight circles on your slippery clit and there's no way you're going to survive this—

"There she is, the girl I saw in the video. Tha's an expression I see in myfuckin' sleep. Give me what's mine, pet. Let me feel you, cream all over my cock."

He's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, a wave of pleasure so intense, it just might drag you out to sea, drowning you.

Ghost, the fucking god of sex, stops his ministrations to spit on your pussy. Spit. From his full height, a glob of warm saliva drops to your mons, and he smears it with his fingers over your pussy lips before rubbing your clit. His thrusts slow in pace, turning into a firm snap of his hips, making sure you feel every ridge of his cock, and in less than a minute, your spine arches off the desk.

Your mouth opens into a silent scream, lids snapping shut as you break underneath him, warmth gushing from where he's continuously sinking into you, a steady, slow rhythm that never ends.

"Came all over me, didn't ya? Bet you didn't know you could even do tha'."

You didn't.

"Jus' for tha', I'm gonna give you somethin' in return, yeah? A little reward for bein' so good," he praises.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, swollen and thick, and unconsciousness creeps at the very edges of your mind.

All you can do is lie there and take it, his sloppy thrusts, his harsh panting until he moans, "'m close, so fuckin' close," and with whatever remnants of strength you have left, you use to squeeze him tightly— unwilling to let go because his come is yours now, you've earned it.

"Come in me, Ghost," you whimper.

That does it. He slams his hands on either side of your head and borderline roars out his release, cock twitching inside of your used cunt, filling you with his spend.

Cut.

Ghost's breathing is labored, a harsh pant that fans over your overheated skin, damp with sweat.

His brows are furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut, gulping in air and shivering in the aftershock of his climax.

To be fucked by Ghost is to see the Garden of Eden behind your eyelids.

Now you understand. You understand why he has no equal. He is unparalleled.

Jesus Christ, you're fucked. So, so fucked.

He slowly opens his eyes and peers down at you with a wolfish grin.

"Perfection."

--

A week later, your video with Ghost is the most viewed on the entire website. Not one other video even scratches the bottom of where your video sits.

Ghost truly is the king.

Curiously enough, your friend is the one who lets you know that Mr. life-altering cock himself never kisses during work. Not once in any video of his has he ever kissed, apart from a short pressing of lips to skin.

Your heart traitorously flutters at the thought of it meaning something more. Catching feelings when you get fucked for a living is not the move. But there's no stopping it from misbehaving, especially when you receive another script, to make another video with Ghost.

Another. one.

Fuck. Fuck!!

You cannot wait.

@mishaglass

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

all parts

Synopsis: your dad’s best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can’t help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader. Choso Kamo is mentioned, not a major part of the story.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! afab! reader, fem! reader, dad’s best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/affectionate names, no smut yet 🫶

Word Count: 2.2k-ish

Notes: friends!!! This is my first ever smut! Pls be nice🫶 if you have any suggestions, comments, advice, PLEASE feel free to let me know!! I hope you enjoy hehe. (filthy smut if you’re down for that in pt. 2 trust) excuse any typos, proofread a bunch but I’m also human. 💖

It had been a terribly long week already, and it was only Thursday. You were on spring break from university, and you had spent most of the week catching up on overdue assignments.

You were staying with your father, as well as your brother, and your father’s best friend. He had a condo at the beach that wasn’t too far from your university, so it worked out well.

You had just finished your final essay for philosophy 200, closing your laptop with a snap! as you rub your eyes. It was nearing 3:30 a.m. but you still felt so much residual stress from the paper. You had a joint ready and waiting for you, and a hit or two couldn’t hurt, right? Enough so you could relax, maybe grab a snack, and hit the hay. You open your bedroom window, creeping out onto the balcony to let your worries fade away.

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You throw your leg over the window sill, trying to keep your balance. You lowkey had the munchies so you head to the kitchen before you retire for the night. Until you are met with a surprise.

Your father’s friend (you think his last name was Fushiguro?) has been gone all week for “work”. You noticed him coming in at odd hours of the night, looking worse for wear.

“What are you starin’ at, doll?” Toji says as he looks for a shirt in the laundry room.

You feel your cheeks turn red as you try to quickly avert your eyes. You wore nothing but a large t-shirt as you crept into the kitchen, hoping you wouldn’t wake your father.

You thought you heard Toji come in maybe an hour earlier, but you couldn’t know for sure. Here he stood, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. His dark hair was dripping down his back and he still looked as if he was radiating heat from the shower he just took (or was that you?) It was all of a sudden much too warm in the kitchen for your liking.

“S-sorry, I was just grabbing a snack. I’ll be quick,” you stammer. You had only ever seen Toji a few times, and you didn’t remember him to be this… attractive? You didn’t know if that was even the right word. In this moment, you felt attracted to him, sure. But you also felt small and helpless. As if he could pierce through you with his gaze alone. You truly didn’t mean to stare, but you also didn’t expect anyone else to be in the kitchen at 4 a.m., either.

He interrupts you with a smirk, “What’s the rush? It’s y/n, right? Grab me a beer out of the fridge while you’re at it, girl”

If you thought your cheeks couldn’t be any redder, you were wrong. You felt the crimson blush cover your ears as you turned around to look for a beer in the fridge. There was a (beer brand here) in the back on the bottom shelf. You tried to bend at your knees as to be discreet, but you could have sworn you heard Toji clearing his throat as you did so.

Toji slipped on a pair of black boxer briefs as you grabbed him a beer like the sweet girl you are. He felt as if the wind was knocked out of him when he saw you bend down, searching the fridge for his drink. Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn you weren’t wearing any panties. He quickly ran the towel through his hair, trying to ignore the rush of blood he felt surging to his dick.

You grabbed the beer, as well as an apple for yourself. You walked over to Toji, and he took the beer from you with a ‘thanks’. He popped off the cap with his molars and took a big swig. You watched as the beer dripped down his chin and over his adam’s apple. You also noticed the scar covering his pretty lips.

Your eyes wandered as he finished his beer surprisingly quickly. He would usually come home covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat, and sometimes blood. Apparently, underneath the dirt and grime was a body that was sculpted by the gods. Everything about him was so big. His huge tits pecs and his ripped abdomen. His biceps were bigger than your head and his hands, oh god, his hands. They were riddled with callouses and he had short, bitten nails. His fingers were so thick and you started to imagine what it would be like to feel them on your body.

Your temperature rose as the lewd thoughts entered your mind. This is your father’s best friend! Although he was a a few years younger than your dad, he was still much too old for you. Not only that, but you were still (unfortunately) a virgin. And not for a lack of trying! You were double majoring in psychology and philosophy, so most of your limited leisure time was spent smoking to relax, or hanging out with your small group of friends on the weekends. Sure, you had masturbated plenty of times, and you’ve given the occasional blowjob. But you’ve never quite found the right person at the right time to go all the way with. You never cared much about the label ‘virgin’ until now, feeling like you might have been missing out.

Now, you were standing in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning thinking about what this man could do to you with just his fingers. The thought alone had you squeezing your thighs together, trying to give yourself any relief from the problem you’ve created.

“You know it’s rude to stare, right y/n? Especially after I asked you a question, doll”

Yet again, he’s caught you off guard. I mean seriously, how old were you? You felt like a teenage boy who had just seen his first pair of tits. You need to pull yourself together so you can get out of here as soon as possible. You didn’t know how long you would be able to hold it together without making it quite obvious that internally, you were aching.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I was lost in a train of thought, I-I guess. What was the question?” Hopefully he doesn’t catch on to your half-lie.

Toji pulls a black compression tee over his torso, giving you a moment to collect yourself finally. He throws the beer in the trash and steps into the light of the kitchen alongside you.

He flashes a toothy smile at you, “You should watch that language. Pretty girls don’t go around saying things like that. And I asked you what the hell you were doing up so late.”

Pretty girls? Did you hear him correctly? He could just be saying things to get you to squirm, and if that was his goal, it was working all too well. You hope his smile was out of politeness, but you knew enough about Toji from your father to know that this man did not have a polite bone in his body. It seemed almost as if he was teasing you?

“S-Sorry about the language, I’m just tired. I’ve been working on my philosophy paper for the last few hours and I just wanted a snack before I went to bed,” you admitted truthfully.

Toji rolled his eyes, smirking at your statement, “God, that sounds so fucking boring. I’m surprised you finished it, I woulda given up hours ago.”

You smiled at his honesty. You knew that your paper topic ‘the perception of personal space’ and your other assignments on morals and judgement were not everyone’s cup of tea. “It’s actually quite interesting, it’s about the concept of how one perceives personal space, but I definitely wanted to call it quits a few times. I’m just glad I can sleep in tomorrow.” You admit with a grin. Despite his blasé attitude, a part of you thought he might actually be listening (at least a little bit).

All he heard was bla bla bla. It seems interesting enough, if you have absolutely nothing else going on in your life. How could you even write two sentences on personal space, let alone an essay? “If it’s that fucking interesting, then why are you in here looking like a walking corpse? Have you seen those bags under your eyes? You need the sleep more than I do, hun.”

Well damn. You didn’t think it was that bad, especially not enough for some old man to point out. You had been staying up most nights trying to catch up on your work, and you could sleep in anyways. But each morning you found yourself awake at 7 a.m. on the dot, still cursed by the rigidity of your usual school routine.

“I’ve just been behind, so I’m trying to catch up while I have the free time.”

Toji peers at you and scratches his head, “Why the fuck are you doing school work on spring break, anyway? Aren’t ya’ supposed to be at the beach getting wasted with your girlfriends?”

While you admit that would be fun, there was just no time for it this year. You were in the last semester of your senior year, and you were graduating with top honors. You had to keep up the good work so you could hopefully be accepted into graduate school in the fall.

“I mean it’d be fun sure, but smoking is more my thing anyways. I like relaxing after all my work is done, so I’d rather stay here and get caught up while I can, ya’know?”

How cute. Look at you trying to be a good little student. It would almost be admirable if it didn’t make his stomach churn at how sickly sweet it was.

“That’s good, doll. Keep it up and you’ll be making big bucks just like me, yeah? What are you wanting to go to school for anyways, to be a fuckin’ therapist or some shit?”

Everyone thought you wanted to be a therapist, but truth be told, that profession couldn’t be more off your radar. You had enough problems of your own to deal with, and you certainly didn’t need to hear other people’s on top of that.

“I’m not going to school to be a therapist actually; I really want to be a professor one day. What do you do for work anyways? You always look like you just came home from war or some-“

He cuts you off before you can land a joke at his expense. Toji’s profession wasn’t the best topic for conversation, given that his line of work was very hush-hush.

“You’re cute. Next question.”

Cute?? At this point you felt like he was toying with you. But you did have another question for him.

“How come I can’t say ‘shit’ but you can say whatever you want? I’m grown, aren’t I?”

Toji shifted towards you. You stood in the door frame between the kitchen and the hallway, your apple untouched. You were too busy thinking of what to say next to the large, burly man that was suddenly peering over you. He came to the doorframe, throwing one hand on top of it. At this point, he was towering over you. His shadow cascading over you as you felt yourself shrink into the background. Toji glared at you with his velvet green eyes and a smug grin was plastered across his face. You felt his hand grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your neck was strained as you attempted to make eye contact with the taller man.

“Can’t you hear woman? I said pretty girls don’t go around saying shit like that. Do I look like a pretty girl to you?” He says as he inches closer to your face. You could smell the beer wafting from his mouth. But the smell was quickly overrun by the rest of him. He smelled like pine, cheap liquor, and…cinnamon? Suddenly, the grip on your chin tightens. His hands are so large, he’s even starting to squish your cheeks, making you look like an absolute fool underneath him.

“I asked you a question, princess.”

The name throws you off guard, but for some reason, you’re not upset.

“S-sorry, no y-you don’t look like a pretty girl. Of course not, m-my bad.”

“That’s what I thought, y/n.”

Toji spits as he releases his grasp on you, standing straight and stretching his arms as he lets out a yawn. He smelled the weed all over you and could tell how flustered you got from your little interaction. He grabs the apple from your hand, taking a huge bite which in turn means you only have about half an apple left. He hands you back your snack, pats your head then saunters over to the couch, plopping down with a grunt. He grabs the remote and turns it to some wrestling show he always watched.

You look at him, confused. You weren’t even staring this time. You were simply dumbfounded at the interaction you two just had. Surely that can’t be it, right? He’s just going to watch tv after he had you literally in the palm of his hand? (and he ate half of my fucking apple)

You move to turn the lights off, and you put your apple in the trash. Your appetite for food was long gone. You quietly walk out of the kitchen into the dim hallway. Toji calls your name, startling you.

“Sleep tight, doll.”

pt. 2

[mochatsin]

THE BROTHERS WITH JEALOUSY

A demon decides that it’ll be fun to flirt with the human exchange student, but the brothers won’t be so happy about this when they find out. Or a demon flirts with MC and they deal with the demon personally.

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Lucifer

Trouble seems to find you when he takes his eyes off you for a second. He asks you to wait by the halls of RAD while he clarifies something with Diavlo, only to come back to a demon flirting with you.

His pride won't allow him to admit that he’s feeling such emotions towards a lowly creature.

That doesn’t mean he would let this slide though.

He would quietly walk up behind you, and you’re only made aware of his presence when you notice the demon go pale, followed by the sudden heavy pressure in the air.

“Such conduct is unfitting and against RAD rules. Go straight to the student council’s room, I would like to have a word with you. In private.” Oh no.

You notice his sour mood and if you ask, he may be a bit passive aggressive about it at first but softens in the end. He knows that in the end, your affections lie with him. 

He would kiss your hand “You can go home. I’ll be running a bit late, love. I need to remind a certain demon not to meddle with what’s mine.”

You’ll never see that demon in the halls again. Even his name in the class list disappears too.

When he finds you home in your room, he will hold you close for the rest of the night to make up for the time he spent “dealing” with that meddlesome demon. 

Mammon

It’s lunch break and he tries to find you after class, only to spot a demon chatting with you. The distance between you two is way too small than he’s comfortable with.

“OI OI OI! DON'T YA THINK YOU’RE GETTIN’ TOO CLOSE?! PAWS OFF!” 

Much to that demon’s annoyance, the last thing he’d want is to get on the bad side of the demon next in the line of power from Lucifer. 

“YEAH YOU’D BETTER LEAVE!” He’d yell as he watched the demon walk out the classroom.

You turn to him “Mammon… he just wanted help on our upcoming essay.”

“I-I KNEW THAT! BUT THAT AIN'T AN EXCUSE FOR YOU TWO TO BE SITTIN’ R-RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!! HE SHOULD GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE!!!”

He doesn’t admit he’s jealous, but it’s way too obvious. It’s so silly that you find it kind of cute. 

Though if you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation with an incubus trying to woo you, you know you can count on Mammon to protect you. 

If that happens, he would guard you and make sure no demon lays a hand on you. You’re his first after all, his treasure. He won’t let anyone take you away from him that easily.

Levi

Being the Avatar of Envy? Jealousy won’t sit well with him if he spots you with another demon trying to impress you while he was out checking the new merch line up at a shop he frequents to. Coming back to this was… awful. 

He’s not confrontational and even if he was, he lacks the social skills to be one. 

He would think that you’re probably better off with that demon than a yucky shut-in otaku like him who only plays games.

He would sulk in his room. He won’t admit these feelings until you ask him about it. Please give him lots of hugs and reassurance afterwards.

If he finds that you’re uncomfortable with this demon's advances, he’ll get all the courage he needs to take you away from the situation. His aura gives you the impression that he won’t take no as an answer. 

“H-hey! That's enough! If you don't leave them alone, I’ll make sure you get a nice good swim in the depths with Lotan!”

Would get red all over once the tension is gone, embarrassed about his behavior. What was he thinking grabbing your hand like that and saying all those words against that demon?! He can’t even face you right now. 

“I think you were pretty cool back there. You’re like those protagonists in that anime we watched last night!” now cue the iconic levi scream. 

Satan

You promised to meet up with Satan so you both could check out the drinks offered at the Cat’s Eye Cafe. You waited a few blocks nearby for him when a demon walked up and tried his hand at pick-up lines with you.

Some of their words were just cringy and disturbing, you felt very uncomfortable and prayed something can get you out of this. 

“If you don’t leave right this instance, I’ll make you regret having the ability to speak or I'll rip your jaw from the rest of you, you half-wit filthy scum.”

You can feel the electricity from the air, seeing as Satan shooting daggers into that demon’s soul who dared get in the way of his date.

It takes your gentle touch and words to calm him down enough that he wouldn’t slaughter the poor demon on the spot (not yet at least). 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I overheard you both and… I can’t believe the despicable words he’d dare utter to you. You’re worth more than that.” 

He would give you lots of words of affection afterwards, ones that you deserve to hear. He’s glad it made you smile. 

You both calmed down from the events and enjoyed the company of cats. At night though, he slips out into the streets and searches for that demon earlier. 

He was glad that you stopped him from killing him earlier, because now he can bask in the joys of torturing this poor soul without any worries. 

It’s safe to say you’ll never see that demon again.

Asmo

He’s not one to encounter emotions like jealousy. He’s been with demons that would have other lovers than himself after all. So why did it bother him so much when a Succubi was getting a bit too close with you today?

It happened when he grabbed drinks for the two of you at a party that you agreed to accompany him in. By the time he came back, this wench— I mean, this lady, had taken the seat next to you.

He knows that you only love him, he’d never doubt your feelings for a second. It’s just irritating to see someone else try to get their hands on you. 

He’s more open about voicing out his thoughts and complaints “MC~ You promised it’s supposed to be our night! … So what is she doing in my seat?” The drop of his cheerful tone at the end is a sign of trouble.

Being famous in every magazine, club, and billboard, the succubi leaves you both to avoid trouble. Asmo turns to you being all glassy eyed and pouty. 

“MC, you promise you only love me right?” he whines “I know we both look so stunning, but I don’t want any other demon to steal you away!”

He won’t stop until you give him the affection and reassurance he needs.

“I knew it! Of course, no succubi can measure up to a demon like me after all! <3”

Would post Devilgram pictures of you both (with your consent ofc) so people would know that you are off-limits. 

Beel

When it comes to you, Beel can be such a soft and gentle giant or monstrous beast with an appetite for blood.

He came along with you when you went out on a food errand. You were in charge of picking up the food for tonight’s dinner, and with the portions needed to fill Beel’s stomach, you decided that you need an extra pair of hands to carry it all home.

You went back inside to fetch the last order and from the window, he can spot you getting hit on by the waiter.

An uncomfortable coil settles in the pit of his stomach when he thinks about you with another demon. 

Regardless of what he wants, your happiness is always his priority even at the expense of his own. At least that’s what he thought as he saw the demon flirt with you endlessly. 

The moment he sees even the smallest sign of unease from you though, he’d drop everything to get to you. 

The doors would slam against the wall as you watch the giant get in between you and that waiter. 

“We came here for our food. If you take too long to get it… I'm gonna have to look for something else to eat.” 

Beel’s appetite has a reputation of eating anything… and anyone. The waiter immediately knew what he meant and scurried off back to the kitchen for your order (and his life). 

You thank Beel and to make him feel better, you promised to give him your dessert for tonight. That immediately makes him smile. 

Lucifer would demand why it took you both so long to get dinner. After Beel informs him of what happened, the waiter is either fired or the shop is shut down.

Belphie

One of his favorite napping spots is in this hidden area at the school’s garden. It’s perfect because the brothers never find him here and he can sleep undisturbed. 

So he was very surprised to hear your voice here, and he assumed that you somehow managed to find him. But then he heard you talking to another demon. 

Belphie at first thought it might be your classmate and maybe you’re here to study the plants blooming in the garden. Until he heard some flirtatious remarks that made both his eyes shot open. Was this guy flirting with you? 

Of all the brothers, he’s the most spoiled and there’s no way that he was gonna let anyone have you. He refuses to share with anyone except Beel.

But after hearing how the conversation was going, he immediately understood why you were here. You’ve been trying to escape this demon’s advances. His mood quickly turned sour when he heard all the words coming out of that demon’s mouth. What kind of lowly demon thinks he can talk to you like that?!

You’re both surprised to see him rise from the bushes of the garden, and you could feel the deadly aura emanating from him. 

“First you ruined my sleep… then you tried getting your disgusting hands on my MC… If you don’t run in five seconds, I'll make you regret it.” 

With his reputation, sometimes it’s hard to believe how intimidating Belphie could be but only a fool would want to cross him. The demon leaves in a hurry, and he invites you to rest in the gardens together. 

He would demand to be spoiled and want all your attention. He’ll be pouty until you let him rest on you like a pillow. 

“Heh, is this my reward for saving you earlier? I’m glad I was here then. But don’t tell my brothers about this hiding spot okay? It’s our little secret”

He’ll eventually tell Barbatos about it, to report about that demon’s “indecent behavior” towards the exchange student. The demon never dared to lay a finger on you again. 

[notmaverick]

Mortal Kombat 11 Johnny Cage AU: ‘’Someone Older” PART 1

Warnings: Dbf!Johnny Cage, Dilf!Johnny Cage, Age gap ( Reader is 29, Johnny is 56 because that’s canon??) SoftDom!Johnny Cage, sub!Reader, usage of Y/N, a little Angst, Reader has an IUD, Fluff, some swearings, All warnings apply to the whole fic.

Let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first fic about Johnny, so please if you have advice or request please don’t hesitate to message me! English is also not my first language so excuse my grammar, I also listened to “Older” by Isabel LaRosa while writing this!

Summary:Johnny has been friends with your father since you were in your 20's. You two have shared some nights together, make out, had sex, and no feelings involved, just for pleasure. One day he sat foot on your dad's doorstep.

You woke up feeling a little dizzy, you sat up from your bed as you grabbed your phone to check the time, it’s 10:30 in the morning and it’s sunday, You heard a bunch of laughter downstairs, As far as you remember it wasn't your birthday nor your parents, you quickly stood up and checked yourself in the mirror, you fixed your hair and your face a bit to look fresh, your phone vibrates as you grabbed it to see a text message coming from your Best friend, Jake, saying “Y/N, Have you done the essay about our literature subject? Because I kinda need some help…” You frowned as you remember that you haven't done a single paragraph about that essay, you panicked, texting Jake back, "Shit, when's the deadline? Because I haven't done a single thing about that essay." You clicked the send button. You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth as Jake Texted you again, "Dude, we're so dead!" You sent him a crying emoji as you continued to brush your teeth.

As you brush your teeth your dad came into your room looking for you, "Sweetheart, come downstairs, I know this is out of nowhere but Johnny's here! Can you believe it? You haven't seen him since what? Since you're 20…19?" Your dad asked as you finished brushing your teeth, "Yeah- I guess so, it's been a while since I saw him." You replied walking out in your bathroom, "Hang on dad, I still have to finish some school work-" you said as you dad nodded, understanding your situation, "Alright, after that go downstairs, ok?" He looked at you with a serious look for a moment waiting for a confirmation for you, "Ok, promise." You smiled at your father like a little kid, your dad also smiled as he kissed your forehead, "Goodluck with that sweetheart." he said as he went out from your room, closing the door behind him.

You sigh, as you sit down on your chair as you gather all your materials from your study table to start the essay.

An hour passed, You're finally done. You messaged your friend Jake about the essay, "I've done it, Finally!" You added a ton of crying emoji as you sent it, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway as your door opened and you saw Johnny. He changed A LOT, he became more bulky, his eyes , face, his hair, the only thing that didn't change is that cocky grin you always love, you smiled as you saw him, "Mr. Cage!" You said as you hugged him tightly, "I missed you too, Baby." He said as he hugged you back. "You're still calling me 'Mr. Cage' huh?" He said as you pull away from the hug, you chuckled, "Alright, Carlton." "Now that's just teasing." He chuckled, "Look at you, you've grown so much! You look even more beautiful." He smirked, "Oh, stop it." "or what?" He replied, earning a smile from you, "Why are you here anyways?" You quickly change the subject as you feel your cheeks turn bright red, Johnny notices the sudden change of subject but he ignores it, "Well you know, I've been busy and I haven't spent any time with your dad in a while, especially on you." "Yeah, you still haven't changed at all." You chuckled, "Alright, I'll save the teasing for later, your dad needs you downstairs so c'mon." He gestured downstairs as he smiled, "Please?" He looks at you with pleading eyes, those brown puppy eyes that you couldn't resist, "alright fine jeez, you Don't have to look at me like that-" you said as you chuckled as you go downstairs with him behind you, he smiled as he looks at you from top to bottom, he can't stop looking at your ass, he licks his lips as he snaps himself, as he heard your father calling the two of you downstairs.

"I know you two Haven't seen each other in a while, but save those for later, lunch is ready." Your dad says as you and Johnny sit down at the dining table.

“This better be good, I've missed your cooking a lot man-” Johnny said as he grabbed food and put it on his plate. “Dad always makes the best meal, what do you mean?” You chuckled, smiling at your dad as you stuff the food in your mouth earning a groan from you, “As always dad, it's better than mom’s cooking-” you teased your dad as Johnny chuckled at your words, ‘’So, how are you guys? I know it’s been a while since we got to do this.” Johnny asked as he looked at you then your dad, “We’ve been good man, it's just unexpected, you should’ve called me y’know?” “I wanted to surprise you and Y/N.”

A few exchanges of conversation later, the three of you finally got done eating.

‘’Sweetheart, can you wash the dishes? I’ll go buy something at the store, do you want anything?’’ your father asked as you gathered the dishes and put it in the sink, ‘’chocolate chip cookies will do dad” “Alright, i’ll be back in a moment, if johnny needs anything, you know what to do, ok?” your father left after.

You’re washing the dishes as you felt a large hands snaked around your waist, “I’ve missed you.” johnny said as he kissed your nape, you smiled as he kissed your neck, “i missed you too, Johnny.” you said as you dry your hands as you turn around to face him, you saw him smiling so widely, “You're still as beautiful as the day I left you, baby.” you chuckled, “So are you, Johnny.” he leaned in, an inch away from your lips, “You know what else i miss, hmm?” “I don’t know, Mind if you enlighten me?” johnny chuckled, “If you say so Princess,” with that, he kissed you deeply than you could ever imagined, You moaned, and immediately grabbed his neck and pushed him more into you, He lift you up and sat you on the edge of the kitchen counter, “Let’s be quick before your Daddy comes home, how’s that sound?”

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[zedrine]

hi, it's the anon who first requested that sunny reverse comfort! .. i have come back again..!!!!

can i request for a sunny from omori x reader doing pocky game (established relationship!!)

can be post game if you'd like! thank youuu <3

Z.2 — pocky game w/ sunny >:D

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : none!! :D

DESC : mentioned at the top! <3

NOTES : ENDJGJENSBCBFKE HI AGAINNNN

You popped into the room, jolly as you held a Pocky box behind your back, “Suuunnnn?~”

He sighed — “Yes?” — he shot up a glare at you, frowning, he was busy writing down his essay for school.

“Can we.. play a game, please?” You softly grinned, hoping he’d get off that paper he’s been working on for, I don’t know, maybe two hours?

Sighing once more, SUNNY responded, with frustration, “Fine.”

“Oh–” you didn’t quite think he’d agree so quickly.

Both of you then sat on the couch as you revealed the Pocky box — “Oh, God,” he rolled his eyes, “Kel, right?”

You smirked as if you were a Kel dupe, “Yes, he told me to do it with you,” you nudged his shoulder jokingly as you opened the box, then the packaging, “he told me you’d enjoy the game!”

“I don’t like that [favorite flavor] one,” he blandly stated, quite cruel and direct if you asked me. “Oh, hush!” You took a Pocky stick out; you would get the flavor part and he the bread.

“So…?” he looked at you, begging for instructions of the game with his eyes.

“Okay, so—” that’s a lot of so’s, “—both of us have to slowly bite our way through the Pocky, but, whoever accidentally bites the Pocky off or gets to the middle first, loses.”

“What if we kiss?” he asked; you stayed silent.

You tried your best to suppress a smirk, grin, smile. How could one be so naïve?

“Anyway,” you said — a chuckle let out — as you pointed the Pocky between your mouth and his, again, you had the flavor part, “good game.”

The game started; both of you started nibbling on the Pocky, you looked up at him, but he only looked at his distance in the Pocky.

Then, it broke!

“Dang it– YOU did that!” You pointed at SUNNY, who stared blankly at you, “No,” he mumbled.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You took another Pocky stick, this time, cruelly and tauntingly, he had the flavor; “You must hate me, don’t you?”

“Hush,” you aligned the stick again, then the game began again. Nibble, nibble, both of you were close to the middle, then–

In just a mere moment, the stick disappeared — you were kissing him!

The kiss, surprisingly (as you thought he’d pull away immediately), lasted for long… long… and long…

“Pweh!” he exclaimed — ouch — as you retorted, “Uhm, excuse me??” Offended you were, how could he say that, to your perfectly lip-glossed lips? :(

“Sorry, sorry,” he wiped his lips, “the Pocky flavor—” but only because his saliva slightly dripped out from his cough, “—I don’t like it, I told you.”

You sighed; well, at least he was honest, “Yeah, whatever.”

You took another Pocky stick; he had the bread part.

Game started, nibbling, the room was quiet. Cold.

But, as an apology, he nibbled quite faster, so he got to the middle first to lose, willingly — “Haha!” you chortled triumphly; he smiled, a rare sight, but you failed to notice.

“I’m good at this game~!” You proudly reveled, reaching down for another stick, but, just then, his hand held yours (the hand you’re using to get the sticks, by the way.)

“Hm?–”

You looked up, but then he leaned in, much further than he planned to; kiss count, number two.

But this time, it was shorter, yet more passionate that the previous one — heartfelt, or maybe it was because he was the one who initiated it?

Nevertheless, he felt, quite strange too. Dear Sister, please help… he prayed in his head, help, help help!!!!

Blood came rushing to your cheeks — mostly his, though, he kept his head down — “Sunn?”

He breathed shallowly, Crap, he thought, “Y-Yeah?”

He kept his head down, his dandruff was showing — no, no, just kidding — embarrassed by what he’d done. You were still in shock from the sudden kiss, that you accidentally stayed silent.

“S-Sorry,” again, he apologized, thinking he caused the tension in the air. (Man, I just wanna hug him so badly)

You exhaled through your nose in relief, “Heyy,” you lifted up his chin, but he averted eye contact, “it’s okay, I’m sorry…”

You cupped his cheeks, then gave him quick, big pecks everywhere on his face, to his dismay, he kept yelling; “Stop!–” mwah, “–you taste like–” mwah, “[the flavor of the Pocky]!!” mwah.

You then stopped the kissing, pouting, “Oh, so you don’t like my kisses?” still cupping his cheeks as you stared right into his soul.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that…” He murmured, leaning into your palms, and caressing the back of them. Still avoiding looking in your eyes, though, even after all those verbs.

Softly, you kissed his forehead, “I love you too~”

He responded to that, but only I knew — “I love you more,” he whispered, or mouthed, but you didn’t hear.

JANXBDJAKSJDRNNDD im soooo sorry if this is so sloppy SNXNFNDND ITS LIKE 11PM HERE ND I AHVE SCJOOL TOMORROW😭😭😭 i RLLY RRLYYY hope u like this one☹️💔

[iamawolfstarsimp]

please pleASE can I request a fic between James and the others where James somehow provoked them all and ends up getting wrecked? Please I’m starving for marauders content I’ve literally read every fic to ever exist😭

Feel free to change the plot idea because it’s only a rough choice I will literally take anything at this stage 💀

oml I'm in the same boat with you, i have literally searched the whole internet (feels like I have) looking for fics

But I got you, have a mini fic for your troubles

"I swear to god, if you throw one more fucking paper ball at me, I'm gonna throw you off the astronomy tower." Sirius growled, hunched over his homework.

Finals season before Christmas was really taking a toll on all of the marauders.

Except for James, of course.

James was the kind of person who was annoyingly positive when everyone else was negative, mostly because he knew it got on people's nerves.

For whatever reason he was especially good at annoying Sirius (probably because he knew him so well, I mean, they were practically brothers).

Sirius whipped his head around when James threw yet another crumpled up piece of parchment at him. James sniggered and roll over onto his back, laughing up to the ceiling of his bunk.

"James, will you stop irritating Padfoot so he'll shut the fuck up so I can finish this essay?" Remus glared at the pair of them.

"It's not my fault that he won't leave me alone!" Sirius said, glaring right back at Remus.

"Will you two just be quiet?!" Peter shouted.

"Well, excuse me!" Sirius yelled right back. "All of a sudden it's my fault that James is the one being annoying!"

"I don't know what you three are talking about," James grinned from his bed. "I have been nothing but peaceful this entire work session."

The other three marauders shared a irritated look between each other.

The all opted to ignore James and he would get bored eventually and leave.

Unfortunately, Sirius wasn't very good at that and instantly turned around when James threw yet another paper ball.

"If you chuck one more paper ball at me, you're gonna regret it." Sirius hissed.

"Yeah, alright Pads." James chuckled and nodded.

When Sirius turned back around there was a good thirty seconds of silence before there was the soft sound of paper hitting the back of someone's head.

Remus, who was the victim of James' torment instead of Sirius, immediately stood up and walked over to James's bed. He grabbed him by the ankles and promptly tugged him off onto the floor.

James yelped as Remus wrestled him to the floor, pinning him down by sitting on him while grappling with James' arms. James was all the while laughing, finally getting the attention he wanted.

"I don't understand," James said calmly as Sirius and Peter hopped up to help, Sirius pulling up James' arms above his head and sitting on them, Peter holding down his legs. "I didn't throw anything at Sirius." He grinned.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Remus scowled. James grinned again and nodded.

"It's why you all love me." There was a collective eye-roll between the other three. "I mean what's not to love? I'm good looking, strong, smart, fu-hahaha-!"

While James had been rambling Sirius had taken the opportunity to start poking at his ribs.

"D-dude, stohop!" James giggled, unashamed.

"This is what you get for distracting us for an entire hour." Sirius smirked.

Peter sat lower on James' shins, making quick work of pinning his feet and had started scratching up and down his soles, Remus wiggling fingers across his taut stomach.

"You guhuhys su-hahaha-suck!" James squirmed wildly from side to side, throwing his head back when it got bad.

Jame arched his back and squealed when Remus found a good spot on his hips and proceeded to dig his thumbs into said spot.

"No no no no, nohohOHO!! H-hehehelp!!" James laughed, tugging at his arms but to no avail.

James bucked hard when Peter started scribbling on the tops of his feet and that soft spot under his toes, almost sending Remus off of him.

Remus glared and vibrated one hand into his belly the other digging into his hip. Sirius was non-stop scribbling and digging into his ribs and underarms, sending James into hysterics.

The room was filled with James' bright, loud laughter. His laugh became high pitched whenever he got really giggly, and it became especially loud when he got excited or happy.

"No more, no mohohore!!" James had closed his eyes, excepting his fate. "Plehehease!!"

They all slowed down, gradually bringing himself down from that high of laughter. Sirius wiped away the tears that had rolled down his cheek, Remus gave his belly a firm pat before climbing off, Peter doing the same.

They left him on the floor to calm down while they got back to their work. Once he noticed Remus had finished (who was the first to get done) and sat down on his own bed, he flopped across his legs.

"I have no pity for you," he smirked. "You got what you deserved." James groaned at his response.

"You're gonna continue to annoy people while they're working, aren't you?" Remus said after a pause.

"You bet." James grinned when Remus shook his head and eye rolled.

Hope you liked!!

[ilikekidsshows]

Hello. I have noted that, when talking about Miraculous Ladybug, you refer about a retooling in Season 4. Can you please elaborate?

A retooling is what it's called when a show gets altered during its run. Miraculous Ladybug the show changed almost completely during the hiatus between seasons 3 and 4, so calling seasons 4 and 5 a retooling is accurate.

For example, changes they made into the show:

Removing Adrien's support network/relationships he has outside of Ladybug/Marinette

Decreasing the amount of input Adrien gets in anything that happens in the show (I have wrote several essays on this point, I will not elaborate here)

Removing Marinette's arc of learning to communicate with others (big theme in episodes like 'Befana' and 'Cat Blanc'), instead giving her a trauma excuse to justify not addressing her behavior

Scrapping Chloé's villain/redeption (this was going somewhere but I don't know which) arc to go back to her being a petty school bully

Luka and Kagami instantly dumping Marinette and Adrien (almost like the writers changed their minds about pursuing those relationships for plots)

Nathalie's dedication to Gabriel gets removed, making her suddenly loyal to Emilie instead

Completely changing Félix's character from an evil clone archetype / potential master thief villain into some kind of Sentipeople freedom fighter (who still doesn't actually call out the heroes for enslaving Sentipeople)

Sudden focus on Sentipeople (which I stand firmly were not a thing before Sentibug and even Sentibug barely counted)

Turning Lila into a secret supervillain all along

Making Akumatization actually easy to fight against, removing the threat from the villain's primary power (and implying all the characters getting Akumatized in seasons 1-3 just didn't want to resist hard enough)

There are more, those are just some of the most glaring changes, including the crew statements that the show is now serialized instead of episodic and the rating going up.

Honestly, they should have retitled this show when season 4 started. I've taken to calling the show season 4 onward "The New Adventures of Ladybug", since that's a common naming scheme for continuation seasons and retoolings of cartoons.

[damndroid]

Fionna and Cake: The Escapist Fantasies of Suicide and Apocalypse

One of the first things just about everyone noticed during episode 1 of the new Fionna and Cake miniseries is the incredibly dark lyrics of the opening theme, "Not Myself".

I'm not really feeling like myself today

Hated every job I've had

What's wrong with me?

Everyday's the same

Painfully mundane

'Cause I'm running from my feelings

And my fear of sudden change

Every time I leave my room I wanna die

Even when I'm with my friends

I'm alone inside

'Cause nothing really matters

And I don't know what's sadder The fact I even try

Or that my hopes and dreams are shattered

I'm not really feeling like myself today

Ay ay ay ay

We see another take on the same theme with Simon. As himself, he is incapable of helping Fionna. Losing himself to the madness of the crown in order to be useful again isn't just a sacrifice, it's a suicide.

It strikes a chord, but I initially struggled to see how these themes expanded through the rest of the show. I also struggled to reconcile why, if Fiona is struggling with suicidal ideation, the culmination of her arc in episode 10 is her realizing that the world she lives in, while flawed, is worth fighting for.

And then it hit me: suicidal ideation and apocalyptic ideation are fundamentally the same escapist fantasy.

When I've struggled with suicidal ideation, it has often been through the lens of a release from the responsibility of being part of the world. When you struggle with the constant tasks of keeping yourself fed and clothed, the responsibility you have to the people in your life to be kind, communicative, understanding, and supportive seem out of reach. You begin to feel like, well -

But damndroid, you whimper. What's apocalyptic ideation? What does that have to do with this?

Well, the fantasy that Fionna entertains for most of the series isn't suicide. She wants to replace her world with a magical one full of adventure and promise.

It's only over the course of the series that she realizes that the realization of this fantasy means destroying the world she knows and the people in it.

This kind of fantasy of being able to let go of a mundane, doomed world is something that I think most people in my age group are familiar with. Our media landscape has been saturated with apocalypse for decades. We love stories about sad dads in a world where civilization has collapsed figuring out how to help their daughters (Simon included). This is a reflection of the fact that our world feels doomed. Climate change, the perpetual economic collapses of late stage capitalism, the endless wars of imperial domination, the rise of a new global wave of fascism. It's too much.

If the world is going to die, it's certainly a lot more fun and easy to think about adventures in the aftermath than about the complex process of its death and what we have to do now. This is the core of apocalyptic ideation: the problems that we have a responsibility to help solve seem insurmountable and out of reach. It's easier to imagine a world where we have already failed.

In her superb video essay The World Is Not Ending (please watch it please pleasepleasepleaseplease), Sophie touches on this idea, primarily though a criticism/extension of Mark Fisher's famous quote "It is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism." Sophie continues this thought:

"If we are trapped by the conviction that we cannot possibly win, imagining others remaining idle is the thing keeping us stuck. If we want to come unstuck, we need to have confidence in each other…the sooner we fight back, the better the world gets to be as a result”

I guess this whole spiel is an excuse for me to say this: we only get one world.

It's not dying. It's being killed.

And not fighting back is suicide.

[ughscara]

UGH YOUR LATEST REBLOG HAS ME <333 it’s so funny to think about, because Kuni finally has a way to control you when you’re all whiny and pouty without his attention. just dishes out this new paper and all of a sudden you’ve dove into a new topic you may not have heard about but is now fascinated with (yes he has to listen to your quiet mumbles about it and look at your very focused face but it’s cute <3)

AND THE SECOND SCENARIO ANGST?? I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT YAME. it makes me think a lot because in the official art, Wanderer expression is always so “😒” when he has to attend the Akademiya… but deep down he still tries pretty hard, even if he doesn’t show it 😭 And you just want to give your lover a hug for everything and tell him that you see how hard he’s trying, and that it’s okay for him to take a break.

Nahida probably has to pull out a book on how students should take care of themselves 😔

I imagine that when he’s writing his essays, there’s been times when his mind floats to you and he wonders what you’re doing. And when he looks down at what he’s written, he sees that he accidentally wrote your name on the paper right next to all this academic stuff. He erases it so quickly and is so glad you’re not here to see his blush.

(also eating up your various kuni interpretations… HE’S STILL KABU DEEP DOWN DON’T HURT ME LIKE THIS 💔) (but real) 

*sends you all my love* ❤️ 

PLEASE THAT'S SO HIM BEHAVIOR YK ?? it never ceases to amaze him just how easily you flow with what he gives you to quill your boredom, even if there's a high possibility it may not be quilled — a wanderer can hope, no? but much to his dismay; your boredom isn't one so easily quilled. not when his best bet is to just throw another essay some other scholar wrote and he gives you that look that especially says: here, read.

but despite how annoyed he may appear with your constant whining and pouting; he deep down loves how you, too, seek his affection. he perceives this whole ordeal as a good thing though, you've always been patient and rarely does he ever see you as the opposite so... maybe all he needs to do to test said patience is simply excuse himself by saying he has an essay to write which is a fucking lie 💀 but he likes to see you being a little annoyed. it's endearing to see many sides of you from his perspective.

more under the cut !!

as for the second scenario angst .. huhu 🤭 but in all seriousness it just lines up with how much of a perfectionist he tends to be whether he admits to it or not. it's obvious he's working hard, incredibly so, and that desire to perfect and fulfill doesn't stem from a “oh it's something i have to do” but more or so “i want to prove everyone wrong.” and that mindset tends to unfortunately eat at him to a point such a notion becomes intertwined with his previous beliefs — i will never be good enough. he'd think and manage to convince himself a little too easily. back then, whenever nahida would spot him in that state, she wouldn't even utter a word to reassure him because he knows what she'll say, and it's during those times he doesn't want to hear those words. it used to be incredibly difficult for nahida to get him off his chair and assure him that he's done enough, but in his eyes what he managed to finish was nowhere near enough.

and you're so right about nahida having to get a book on how students should take care of themselves ;; convincing to take a break takes both your and nahida's efforts combined. it's during such times nahida is reminded of how grateful she is for your presence because if there's another person wanderer is willing to listen to that isn't her; it's you.

i could go on and on about it but i think you already guessed this is already saved in my drafts and um, i am cooking both the fluff and angst in that one 🤭 but let's get into the fluff territory for a good minute — YES. ABSOLUTELY YES. darling already has two emotes both of which are named and i quote “zoned out.” it's practically second nature to him to just ( ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ ) ...

i like to imagine that it isn't limited to when he's writing, but that habit also seeps into the times he'd draw something in the midst of taking a break. at first, it starts with him doodling a random object, then something he's craving, and the moment he zones out while doodling to his heart's content... next thing he sees is that he drew something you like, something you usually tell him you crave, or even just draw you on autopilot. but in comparison to how he'd write your name on a research paper and immediately erase it; this empty page now filled with little things connected to you is one he keeps but never, ever let you know about.

and regarding my kuni interpretations — that's 3 am ayame for you lmao bestie wrote that in a daze 😭 and i may or may have not hyper analyzed that silly little thing i wrote back then lolol

*sends you all my love in return* (⁠/⁠^⁠-⁠^⁠(⁠^⁠ ⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠/🤍🤍

[braveclementine]

An Attack and a Kiss

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

When I woke up in the morning, I was sure that everything had been a dream. Except that I was still laying in the clothes that I had worn last night.

Strange, how had Carlisle gotten me into the house? How had they even known which house was mine?

I felt a bit pleased that Carlisle hadn't undressed me. That showed he truly was a gentleman. I was lucky to have him.

I remembered what happened last night and when I stood up, I fell to the ground. Holy shit I was sore. I climbed out of my clothes, wobbling to the shower, washing my body, keeping my hair in a bun so it stayed dry. Stepping out of the shower, I noticed the bruises that decorated my legs. There were also two large bruises- one on each arm- where the guys hands had pressed down.

Looking out the window at the drizzle, I decided today was a long-sleeved day.

Stepping into the closet, I saw that all of my clothes were hung up, the shoes put on the shelf. The knee-high boots that had been ruined were no where to be seen- a new, unscathed pair sat there instead.

Well damn. I was going to have to thank Carlisle for doing this. I hated shopping and I hated putting clothes away.

I pulled on a pair of black jeans and a blue sweater, pulling on the heeled pumps. I curled my hair, letting most of it hang down my back while a few curls framed my face and down my front.

I grabbed my Hufflepuff backpack, making sure my Shakespeare essay was complete, and then went downstairs to find something to eat for breakfast.

Opening the refrigerator revealed the leftovers from last night, confirming that it wasn't a dream.

There was a sudden knock on the door. I quickly took out the carton of eggs, setting it on the counter before hurrying to the door, wondering who was there so early in the morning. Was Sam picking me up?

Opening the door revealed a very handsome doctor. I smiled easily before my eyes fell to his tie which was just a little crooked.

"Good morning Davina." He said in that oh so fucking sexy voice.

"Good morning Carlisle." I said, feeling elation as his name rolled off the tongue. I reached out, grabbing his tie so that I could straighten it. "Don't vampires have impeccable perfection?"

He chuckled lightly. "Usually. But I also had no idea what time you were leaving at so I wanted to get here and make sure you ate something."

I looked up at him and got caught in his- not quite gold eyes at the moment- more like buttercup, before pulling his tie a little so I could capture his lips with mine.

I had never really liked taking charge, but at that moment, his tie in my hand- the moment was to great to miss.

One hand settled on the small of my back, the other, fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling me to him.

His lips were cold, marble like, but they shaped around mine, capturing them. The kiss was intoxicating and I pressed into it as much as I could, trying to get more of him. His hair was soft and silky between my fingers and I finally pulled apart to get air.

As I caught my breath, unsure what to say, I said, "Would you like to come in?"

He chuckled, "Of course."

I stepped back, letting his tie go, heading for the kitchen, cheeks red. Oh dear, I really hoped he liked it.

I set about making eggs while he looked around the kitchen quietly.

"Thank you." I said quietly, knowing he'd hear me at whatever volume I spoke at.

"For what?" He truly sounded puzzled.

"Last night."

"Oh, you're welcome." He replied, a hard edge to his tone. I wondered if the men had woken up yet and what they would say happened as an excuse for his broken ankle and arm.

"So. . . what are we supposed to do now. . . is there like. . . a ritual or-"

"Edwards' right, you do read quite a bit, don't you?" Carlisle asked.

I blushed red. "Well, I have read a lot on mystical creatures and witches. And of course, people absolutely love making movies and TV shows about Vampires, werewolves, and witches so I'm just trying to figure things out."

"There's not really a ritual, no. We're just soulmates. I just want to ask you on dates and then marry you. Get to know you. Love you."

"Vampires can't have children, right?"

Carlisle seemed sad. "No, they can't. I mean, you have a choice. You can fall in love with someone else-"

"No thanks." I replied, finishing up the eggs, grabbing a plate and scooping them onto it. I quickly grabbed the shredded cheese in the refrigerator, dumping it on the eggs so it would melt and make a blanket. "Human guys are terrible. Besides, there are plenty of kids in the foster homes. We can always adopt."

I set the plate down on the counter with a fork, dancing around the kitchen to get a glass for milk and a lime.

I cut the lime up quickly, sliding three pieces onto my plate before putting the rest in a bowl and setting it back in the refrigerator.

"Lime?" Carlisle questioned.

"I like sour foods." I replied with a bit of a smile.

I ate quickly, barely noticing Carlisle this time, before going upstairs to brush my teeth. As I was coming downstairs, the front door banged open. I winced.

Sam was standing there, inhaling the air.

"Sam! Do you know how much it'll cost if I have to repair the wall because you slammed the door handle into it!" I exclaimed, pushing past him to yank the door back from the wall. The wood was hard, thank goodness, and there was barely a scratch.

"Who's here?" Sam growled.

"Carlisle." I spat, "Do you have a problem with that Mr. Magical Creature who doesn't trust me enough to tell me what he is?"

"It isn't about trust or else I would've told you on day one!" Sam spat back. "It's a law. I can't break the law."

I huffed. "I'll come see you after work alright? Go home."

"He's driving you to school now, is he?"

"Actually, this is the first day." I spat. "There was a problem in Port Angeles last night and he wanted to make sure I was okay."

"What problem?"

"Four guys. An alleyway. Don't worry, I beat up two of them. Carlisle got the other two."

"What the hell were you doing in Port Angeles by yourself! I told you if you needed to go shopping I would've taken you!"

"I was with friends! It was Bella and I! I told her to run alright! I can take care of myself Samuel."

I never called him Samuel and he fell quiet. I was truly pissed with him and he knew it. He turned sharply, leaving the way he'd come, slamming the door behind him.

"DON'T BREAK MY HOUSE!" I yelled after him, knowing he probably could've heard it if I'd whispered it.

I stormed to the kitchen where Carlisle had apparently done the dishes. My anger dissipated into surprise. "You do dishes?"

Carlisle chuckled, "There's quite a bit I can do."

"I could kiss you again." I sighed, grabbing my backpack.

In a flash, Carlisle was in front of me, his arms on either side of me, caging me between himself and the table. Passion stirred behind the yellow orbs that were his eyes as he bent closer to my lips. I closed my eyes, letting him press them to mine.

His arms encircled my body, pulling me against him, my head tilted upwards to keep in touch with the kiss. I dropped the bag, pulling him down against me as I wrapped my arms around his marble like neck.

"Are you feeling better now?" Carlisle asked softly against my lips as he pulled away a fraction of an inch.

"Much." I whispered. "I quite like kissing you." And with that, I pressed my lips to his again.

There was so much intensity in the third kiss, I was surprised he didn't break me in two. It was like the two of us couldn't be close enough, even though we were pressed together, our lips meshing together. His tongue flicked out, swiping my bottom lip and I parted my lips, letting his tongue in.

His tongue, despite the rest of his body, was a warm thing and so was his breath. It was a pleasing contrast to the cold of his lips. My fingers knotted in his hair, pulling me closer.

He smelled and tasted divine. If you could think of the most exotic, richest cologne, but on a small, delightful, fulfilling scale, not overpowering, just light enough that you wanted a bit more, that was what he smelled like. Like Jasmine and mint and herbs and just. . . words I didn't even know.

And if cologne could be a taste, once again- not overpowering or overbearing, but enough to make your blood boil and senses become shock sensitive, you had it.

Finally, I had to surface for air and I tried not to gasp as my lungs filled with air. He pulled me into an embrace and I could feel his chin lightly pressing on the top of my head. "Perhaps I was wrong." He murmured and I felt my heart start to beat faster in worry, "I think I already love you."

I flushed, my heart beating faster still. "I love you too."

And I did. I barely knew him and I loved him. I loved everything about him. Strange how it had gone from hate to love so fast. But I had the comforting sense that he wouldn't hurt me.

His arms tightened around me, holding me as close as possible. I could feel the cold radiating from his body, but there was also a warmth to it as well.

Eventually, he pulled away slowly and said, "Let me get you to school."

I smiled, picking up the backpack I'd dropped and said, "Lead the way Doc."

He opened the door and I followed behind him, turning to lock it while he warmed up the car. I climbed into the passenger seat of the small car, not bothering to put my seat belt on.

"No seat belt?" He asked, sounding amused while not putting his on either.

"You won't crash." I said confidently.

He smiled, reaching over and taking one of my hands to hold while he drove me to school.

"Do tell, why is a nineteen year old still taking high school classes?" He asked in curiosity.

"Ah, well, my dad was in the army. A colonel, to be precise. And we lived in Forks until I was eight and then we moved to one of the bases in Kentucky."

"Fort Knox?" He asked.

I tried so hard not to flinch and instead said, "Yes. I was mostly homeschooled and there were programs of course for army brats but I didn't get all the classes I needed as part of my junior year and most of my senior year were scattered with inconsistency. So when I moved out here, I wanted to finish my degree."

He nodded, "What's your favorite band?"

I chuckled at the random change, "Babymetal, The Beatles, and Imagine Dragons. But Tom MacDonald is my favorite artist."

"The Beatles and Imagine Dragons I'm familiar with. The others, not so much."

I giggled, "Yeah, I've never met a Babymetal or Tom MacDonald fan in real life."

"Favorite flowers?"

"Lilies and Magnolia Elizabeth flowers."

"Interesting." He murmured. "Animal?"

"Cheetah."

"Restaurant?"

"Panda Express or Applebees."

"Dessert?"

"Donuts."

"Gem?"

"Bloodstone or sapphire."

"Birthday?"

"April 7."

"Middle name."

I bit my lip, pursing my lips.

"That bad?" He questioned.

"It raises people's expectations." I muttered. "It's Hermione."

"Umm-"

"Right, you haven't read Harry Potter." I laughed a little. "Davina Hermione Michaelson. You can't get a more horrible name than that."

Actually, I liked my name, but every time someone heard 'Hermione' they immediately thought smart and I'm not really all that smart. Just average.

"It's starting to sound like I should read the series."

"You really should."

"Favorite book then?"

"Changes. Right now, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies."

"I think Alice was reading that."

"I let her borrow my copy."

"Interesting. What's wrong with the normal Pride and Prejudice?"

"There's no Zombies."

He full out laughed this time and it was such a deep wonderful sound that I wished I could make him laugh like that all the time so I could hear it.

"Favorite movie?"

"All the classic Disney Princess movies. The cartoon old-fashioned ones. I don't really like the new stuff they come out with."

He nodded. "Musical?"

"Hamilton."

"Er-"

"I swear if you ask me what Hamilton is we can't be together." I teased.

"Guess I'll have to watch that."

"We'll watch it together." I promised.

"TV show?"

"Bones or Vampire Diaries and following series. Which- I'm already having all the kids watch with me later so you can just join in on that." I added.

He chuckled again, pulling into the parking lot. "I'll pick you up after school."

"Thanks."

We stared at each other for a moment and I leaned in, kissing his cheek. "See you later Doc."

"See you later Davina."

I closed the door behind me and started to walk to my history classroom when suddenly, Alice and Jasper were standing beside me. I jumped. "Damnit."

Alice gave off a tinkling laugh, "So? What news? How was Carlisle?"

I blushed, "It's not like we did anything."

"But you kissed!"

"Yes but-"

"So? Who started it?" Alice chirped excitedly.

I laughed, "I did. I didn't mean to, his tie was just a little crooked and I fixed it and then- I just kissed him."

Alice clapped her hands excitedly as though it had all been her plan. I stopped walking and looked at her with a smirk, "Did you tell him to leave his tie crooked?"

Alice grinned, "Maybe. Oh, by the way." She dug in her bag and brought out my book, "The entire family read it."

"You only had it for like. . . four days."

"We don't sleep and we decided we had nothing better to do." Alice chirped.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Emmett did." Jasper answered. "I enjoyed it as well. Rosalie didn't and Edward is conflicted. Aunt Esme was a bit disgusted but said it was enjoyable."

"Alice?" I questioned, shooting Jasper a grin.

"Conflicted like Edward." Alice replied. "We had an argument over it. It was very good."

I giggled as we walked into class. And though Alice kept chattering, I couldn't pay attention to any of it- I was looking forward to work way to much.

Carlisle P.O.V.

I couldn't concentrate on my work. Davina kept popping into my mind at the most inconvenient times. Her soft, warm, blood-filled lips on mine. Her exquisite taste of not just her lips, but the inside of her mouth which I had explored as in depth as I could.

I could feel the bulge growing against my pants and I groaned. Of all the things!

I sighed, putting my pen down. I had to pick her up from school anyways. That was when I got a knock on the door.

"Come in." I called, sitting back down.

Davina opened the door. I blinked. "Davina-"

"Edward drove me. It was on the way to Bella's home. Gym was canceled today."

"Oh." I replied. "Very well, come in."

She closed the door behind her and headed over to the cabinet where I kept the things I needed her to do. There was a lot more in there than there usually was as I hadn't gotten anything done today.

"You only need to take half of that." I said quickly.

She took all the folders. "It's fine, I don't mind. Do you mind if I work in here today?"

I wasn't going to get anything done today. "Of course not."

She settled down on the couch, picking up the first folder and got to work. I stared at her for a few minutes as she fell into the work zone, becoming relaxed and completely focused on the papers in front of her. Occasionally, biting her bottom lip and making me feel crazy. I wondered if she knew the effect she had on me.

She was less vocal with her work when she worked in here, probably because she didn't want to distract me. Finally, I tore my eyes from her to focus on my work.

Today had been a slow day. All of the physical appointments had been taken care of and now it was just paper work unless there was an emergency, which there almost never was.

A few hours later, Davina was replacing the folders.

"You're done already?" I asked in surprise.

She smiled at me. "Yep!"

She closed the cabinet, padding over carefully to throw her arms around my shoulders. I relaxed into her embrace as she kissed the top of my head.

"You work so hard." She murmured softly, her hands moving upwards to start caressing my shoulders. "Can Vampires feel massages?"

I chuckled. "Yes."

I completely gave up on work as 'The Lord' purred contently inside of me. Her hands working wonders on my shoulders, her lips placing light, feathery kisses along my jaw and neck. I groaned lightly at her touch and work, closing my eyes. This was the closest I could get to resting and I was savoring it.

"Carlisle" She murmured in my ear as she worked lower on my back.

I was now fighting an internal battle: Myself vs. Lord. Be myself, or be a complete sexual bastard. The fight shouldn't have been so hard, but it was.

Her hands shifted, her fingers turning on my shoulder as she came around in front. "Are you alright?"

She took my face in her hands and I leaned into her touch. "I love you." I murmured.

"And I love you." She whispered back and then her warmth settled on my lap, both legs on one side of my chair. She rested her head on my collarbone, stroking my cheekbone with one hand. I opened my eyes, looking down on her lovingly.

She sighed unhappily. "I do need to go see Sam though."

I sighed as well, reaching out to free her hair from behind her ear, making it fall in front of her eyes. She giggled, reaching up and kissing my lower jaw. I held her in my arms for as long as possible before I finally said, "If you must."

"Will you come over tonight?" She asked curiously.

"I will."

She smiled, slowly getting to her feet. She swooped down, placing a light kiss on my lips. "See you later then Carlisle."

The things she did to me when she said my name like that.

"See you soon love." I murmured.

Davina P.O.V.

I was ecstatic was I made my way back home- Jasper picking me up- before getting dressed in a Hufflepuff sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans. I took the motorcycle to La Push.

I sighed as I parked in front of Emily's house, knocking on the door. Emily opened it after a few minutes. "Sam's not here."

"Oh, do you know when he'll be back? I. . . I need to apologize to him." I replied softly.

"Maybe in an hour? I don't know exactly." Emily said.

I nodded, "Okay, thanks. I'll just take a walk and come back later."

Emily nodded, "If he stops by, I'll let him know you came by."

"Thanks."

I set off almost into the backyard. I kind've wanted to go to the ocean, but I didn't really want to go far from Emily's house either.

I wandered the woods, following an indistinct path. I was mostly looking down at the grass, so sure I'd step on a snake or something. I did that once as a kid. It was a harmless garden snake, but I screamed so loudly Sam had been startled and fallen out of the tree he'd been climbing to come to my rescue.

I smiled fondly at the memory, wondering if I could find the same spot. But that would mean going back to Emily's house and trying to find Sam's house again. I wasn't sure I remembered the address.

At that moment, there was a wolf howl in the forest. It actually sounded very close to me and I froze. It was to close for comfort which meant it was nearby. Would Sam recognize me in wolf form? Or would he try to attack me?

Sure that Emily probably knew Sam was a werewolf, I turned and started sprinting back to Emily's house. My heart was pounding, my breath heavy, the adrenaline shooting through my veins.

I didn't hear the padding of wolves paws until I heard the growl. Emily's house was nearby, I could see the glint of windows through the trees. That's when I turned, seeing the shadow that was over my head.

The giant wolf was headed towards me, spit flying from its' jaws. I screamed. Louder than the garden snake. Louder than when the bombs went off. Louder when I saw my parents dead bodies and realized what I had done. I screamed until my lungs gave out, the wolf slamming into me, it's claws digging into my skin.

I threw my hands up, panic clouding my senses as though it would stop the wolf from ripping my head off. And then the weight was gone, tossed off. I peeked through my fingers and saw a pitch black wolf standing above me.

"S-Sam?" I questioned- and then I fainted.

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"Davina? Dav? Beloved?"

I shot upwards and the three boys and one girl jumped back.

"Ow." I muttered, clenching my head at the sudden headache.

"Are you alright?" Sam's normally dark complexion seemed lighter, almost pale.

"That was my favorite sweatshirt." I muttered, looking down at the claw marks that had ripped through it. "Dammit Paul."

"Maybe it was Jared." Paul said through clenched teeth.

"Somehow, I don't think so." I jabbed, moving to swing my legs over the table I was situated upon and gritted my own teeth in pain. "The hell did you attack me for?"

"You have vampire scent all over you." Paul muttered, "It's not my fault."

"Guess I should've taken a shower before I came down." I shot at him.

"Yeah, you should've."

"Enough!" Sam shouted. "Davina, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Emily, do you have antiseptic?"

"Yeah." Emily said quietly, moving towards the doorway, disappearing from view.

"I am sorry." I muttered indignantly. "I didn't know dating a vampire put a target on my back."

"You're dating him now?" Sam asked through clenched teeth.

"Well apparently he's my soulmate and he makes me happy. Deal with it wolfy." I shot back.

"Here." Emily came back with antiseptic, cotton swabs, and band-aids.

"Thanks Emily." I said, taking the things from her, lifting my shirt over my head. Immediately, the three boys whipped their heads away from me. I snorted.

The claw marks weren't deep and I cleaned them easily, bandaging them quickly before slipping my shirt back on. I had noticed that my claw marks, though much more shallow than Emily's, matched. I exchanged a look at her and she motioned carefully to Sam's back. I nodded in understanding and mouthed 'accident?' She nodded again.

I gave Sam's back a pitying look. I could only imagine how he felt looking at her.

I broke the silence, "By the way Paul, you owe me a new sweatshirt."

Jared snorted. Paul glared.

"Does anyone have my phone?" I asked.

Sam handed it to me.

I dialed Carlisle's number and walked to the other room.

"Hey love."

"Hi Carlisle."

"Did something happen at Sam's?"

"Well, I thought I should tell you ahead of time that they may have mistaken my scent for you."

"Are you hurt?"

"Erm- well- the scratches aren't deep but I thought I should warn you now instead of later so you- or more specifically Lord- does anything rash."

There was silence on the phone.

"Carlisle?"

"I'm going to rip that dog's head off-"

"Lord, they didn't mean it. Let Carlisle take back over, okay? Please?"

More silence and then finally Carlisle's more normal voice said, "Will you come home soon?"

"I'll text you when I'm on my way." I promised.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll cook."

"Well, alright." Carlisle said hesitantly.

"Have fun at work."

"I'll try."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

I smiled and then turned off the phone, walking back into the room. Sam had his face in a scowl, his arms around Emily's shoulders.

"Right so, can you check my face next time Paul?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Stop picking on me." Paul growled.

I smirked.

"Davina, I did tell you not to goad Paul to much." Sam warned, pressing his lips into Emily's neck.

"Right, anger issues. So. . . would you like to explain things to me now?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Right, we're werewolves." Jared replied.

"No shit." I rolled my eyes. "And I've also gathered you don't need a full moon to shift. How about the details I don't know."

"We phase on will or if we get angry enough." Sam muttered. "We heal fast if we get hurt, we can kill vampires, a sign of our curse is being extremely tall and hot-"

"Actually you're quite ugly." I interjected.

Jared laughed, "Can we keep her?"

Sam threw him an ugly look, "Knock if off Jared. As I was saying, we're basically protectors and also we imprint. It's like having a soulmate. We couldn't move on if we wanted to, but we don't want to because, well obviously they're out soulmates."

"And we have extremely large appetites. Do you have good recipes?" Jared asked eagerly.

"I don't know." I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you like Stew or Chili?"

Jared shrugged, "Probably."

I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't tell you, not because I didn't trust you, but because it's against the pack law." Sam murmured.

"It's okay, I figured it out on my own." I muttered.

"You already knew before you came here?" Sam asked.

"I figured it out days ago."

"How?"

"Vampire Diaries. The enemy of the Vampires is either witches or werewolves and you're really not pretty enough to be a witch so a werewolf was the more obvious answer."

He rolled his eyes.

"Can a girl be a werewolf?" I asked and my tone was eager, even to myself.

"No." Sam stated flatly and I was rather disappointed. "And you couldn't be one anyways, you don't have it in your blood. It's Quileute blood."

"Damn." I muttered. "Guess I can only be a vampire."

Sam's hands spazzed, "Why do you have to be a vampire?"

"Well, Carlisle's my mate. I mean, he's going to live forever, isn't he? And as a human, I won't. So eventually I'll have to become a vampire. I mean, I don't plan on it until I'm around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. I want to go through college first and other things, but eventually I'll have to."

"If the Cullens bite you, they break the treaty." Jared replied.

"Treaty?" I questioned.

"They promised not to bite anyone." Sam replied coolly. "I'd have to give them permission."

"Oh, but you will, won't you?" I asked.

Sam glared at me, dropping his arms from Emily's shoulders. "Of course I won't! I'm not going to let that happen to you Davina!"

"That's not fair." I argued hotly.

Sam actually growled at me. We were almost nose to nose now and Jared, Paul, and Emily had backed away. "Why the hell would you throw your life away huh! You realize you wouldn't be able to have children! You would cease to be human!"

"I can't have children if I'm human or vampire because Carlisle can't have children either way." I spat. "What you don't understand is that my mate is a vampire and it'd probably be safer if I was a vampire than if I was human!"

"PICK A HUMAN!" Sam barked. "ANY HUMAN!"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF, YOU CAN'T JUST WALK AWAY FROM EMILY, CAN YOU? NO, NO YOU CAN'T. AND I CAN'T WALK AWAY FROM CARLISLE! YOU'RE MY BROTHER SAM! CAN'T YOU DO THIS FOR ME?"

I had pushed him to far. In a flash, Jared was yanking me backwards while Paul jumped in front of Emily as Sam transformed into a black werewolf. He was much bigger than I remembered, almost the size of a car. His body took up almost the entire room.

He panted and growled, holding his place, his eyes closed, fur bristling as he tried calming down. His clothes had exploded, leaving scraps of clothing fluttering down from the ceiling.

I closed my eyes.

Shit.

I pushed past Jared, ignoring his protests and bent down in front of the very large werewolf. "Sam?" I said, taking the shaggy face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand. I'm sorry."

He shrunk, turning human, his face in my hands and he muttered, "Fuck." He lowered his head to my lap helplessly.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, running his short hair back through my fingers. "I can't make you understand. You can't make me understand. We're both stubborn. Just like when we were kids."

"I just want to protect you." Sam muttered. "You've made it clear I'm like your last relative and I just want to keep you safe."

Tears dropped from my eyes, falling in his hair. I bent down, pressing my forehead to the back of his head.

"Always." I murmured.

"Don't quote me Harry Potter." 

[leelahsrose]

HONEY. | LIL MEECH

chapter four.

"𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣."

- Gallant, circa 2019

1:20 AM

Khaleesi holds the straps of her backpack as she kicks the front door closed behind her. She had gotten Kamari to drop her off blocks away, it took minutes of convincing to prevent him from doing it in front of her house instead. The walk was nice, anyways. She falls back against the towering door, her front teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

She couldn't wait to get home to feel all the emotions she obstructed in front of him. Her underwear, completely drenched. The cold draft swooshing around the house hits her naked legs. Khaleesi had changed in his car, putting on a pair of gym shorts in his backseat and the jacket covering her encrusted bra. She had clothes of her own but, he insisted, he wanted her to carry him around with her everywhere she went.

Her hands run up her arms, she stares straight back into the pit of blackness that was the corridor it leads to the spacious kitchen. A body emerges causing her to jump, her mother was startled as well. "Leesi Taylor! What are you doing sneaking around this house?" Her voice barely above a whisper but still yelling. "Where are you coming from?" Alicia Taylor's eyes had widened, waiting for her to reply.

"She went to get her backpack, what took you so long?" Kali nudges her head towards the stairs, her sister was back early and she hope she had an excuse.

"I wanted Kali to help me do my college essay, ma. It's due at the end of summer and I'm really trying to get it done. I know how much this is important to you."

"Okay, don't keep your sister up too late Kali. Remember, Leesi you have that college ball later this evening." Alicia arches her plucked eyebrow at the both of them, she waves her hand and heads upstairs with a mug of hot coffee. As she reaches the top of the stairs, her back turned: Kali throws her arms in the air. Khaleesi and her sister began to argue silently, they stop immediately when their mother turns around completely. "By the way, Q is back. He traveled down here last night, make sure you text him he's out and about."

She finally makes her way to the grand bedroom at the end of the hall where their father slept. The double doors closing behind her as Khaleesi makes her way upstairs, she stops where Kali is and sighs. "That was a close one, girl, you timed it wrong. It's always 3, 3 in the fucking morning." Her big sister has a look of annoyance on her face, Leesi could understand why she was mad.

Her shift was usually over at 3 and that's when everyone in the house was knocked out. No sleep walkers, no wanderers, just dead silence. "Kali, please. She didn't even notice, mom doesn't look deep into shit like that." Her sisters eyebrows crease together, she couldn't understand why Khaleesi was calm all of sudden. As if she didn't care if they got caught.

"Fuck that, what clothes are you wearing?" Kali grabs her sisters wrist and pulls her toward her room, she shuts the door behind them and stands at the entrance: her hands planted on her hips. "Jesus Christ, Khaleesi, if mom took another step toward you she could've easily smelled that niggas cologne!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Their voices were soft but filled with frustration, Khaleesi wants everyone in her household to leave her alone, why was everyone always trying to control her? Kali leans forward and tugs on Kamari's jacket.

"This, did you both-"

"No." Khaleesi looks over to the side, her eyes finding a random spot to gaze at. "We just kissed." Kali steps back and smiles, she begins to laugh and points to Khaleesi: her finger shaking up and down. "I don't have time for this, I'm tired." She squeezes the straps of the backpack and heads toward the door.

"Leesi-"

"You're the one who wanted me to talk to him, why is this such a big deal?! You've had guys in the past and Q has been fine with it. Me and you both!" Khaleesi had turned around, her eyes watery: tears threatening to fly down her cheeks. Kali notices how visibly upset she is, the feeling in her chest aching. She wipes her sisters tears away with her thumbs, Khaleesi grabs her wrists, holding her hands there.

"Khaleesi, he's an enemy. That's the difference. You know how Q is."

"Kali, he's not a fucking enemy and you know that! He was y'all's friend, best friend at that! Be for real. We grew up with him and his family."

"You don't even know who he is, we don't know who Kamari is anymore! Leesi, he's dangerous like Q. He's in his own fucking lane, honestly. What if he kills you? What if he's playing you, Leesi?! He could be trying to get back at Q for all we know! I only let you talk to him because we were having fun that night, it was harmless fun. It was supposed to be harmless but you're playing a dangerous game. We just got dealt a bad hand, how was I supposed to know who he was?"

She never thought about it that way, Khaleesi's lips were slightly apart as she breathes heavily. Did he set-up this whole thing? Her eyes held Kali's gaze, she had a look of melancholy on her face. "That's why I didn't wanna make it look like that way because I know you still like him, Khaleesi. But you, you need to dead this shit with him before he fucking kills you."

Khaleesi nibbles on the tip of her left hand's fingers, her eyes squeeze shut and tears dance down her cheeks. "He would never-"

"He would, look at how quick he turned on Q." She breathes out a deep breath, her eyes closing as she buries her face in her hands.

11:30 PM

next day.

A full moon was out tonight, the sky was dotted with thousands of stars. Khaleesi and Kali walk shoulder to shoulder down the cities sidewalk, the bus stop wasn't too much further. The sound of laughter and loud chatter is heard behind them, multiple people standing in line to get in the Diamond. Kali throws a jolly rancher at Leesi and she catches it quickly. She twists open the wrapper and pops the green apple candy in her mouth.

"I hate that flavor."

"What? It's the best one."

"Nah, grape is."

They feel the ground beneath their feet begin to vibrate, Kali was the first to turn around. "Khaleesi." Leesi turns around and watches as Kamari's charger drives up beside them. The sleek black surface of the vehicle shimmers underneath the yellow street lights.

"Fuck." Khaleesi grabs her sisters hand then glances back at her.

"Can a nigga give his lady a ride?" He stops the car and hangs his arm out of the window, his front teeth biting on his bottom lip. "You look good." Khaleesi feels her legs tingle well, it started at her feet then snuck it's way up. The way they were looking at each other was as if they were communicating through eye contact. "Baby, just get in."

"Why you want my sister to go with you so bad? Come on Khaleesi, let's get the fuck out of here." Kali begins to pull her along, Kamari could see she didn't want to go: the look on her face said it all.

"Yo, what the fuck you say?" He parks the car and gets out of the vehicle, the sound of the door slamming startles Khaleesi. "Khaleesi! I know you hear me talking." He grabs her waist and Kali pulls a pocket knife out her bra.

"Kali, chill!"

"Well tell him to get his hand off you! Now."

"Mari, just go." Khaleesi grabs his hand and kisses the back of it. "I gotta leave."

"What you mean you gotta go?" His voice cracking, just a little, Khaleesi glances over at Kali.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him-"

"Listen, can you please just give me some time to talk to my girl?"

"Nigga-"

"Please." Kali crosses her arms over her chest and eyes Khaleesi for several seconds before they switch over to Kamari. She continues to walk straight ahead and up the sidewalk, giving the two their privacy. His body turns to Khaleesi now, he steps closer to her.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you even agree with what your saying?"

"I can't trust you, Mari! You switched on Q whose to say you won't do that to me?!"

"The fuck are you talking about?" Khaleesi turns away from him and crosses her arms over her chest. She reaches down to the edge of her black shorts, tugging at the sides of them. "I wouldn't hurt you in any way, I don't know who put that shit in your head but I don't wanna kill you. Me and Q's situation is nothing like ours."

"Walk away."

"No." His figure towering over hers as he gazes down at Khaleesi.

"Kamari, trust me this is not what you want."

"How the hell you know what I want?" Khaleesi tilts her head then rolls her eyes out of annoyance, why was he being so persistent? Why couldn’t he just let her go. She turns around—beginning to make her way up the sidewalk. “I fucking love you, Khaleesi.”

Her steps gradually stop, Leesi turns around on her heels and treads up to him: she tangles herself into his arms. His hands instantly wrapping around her waist. "You can't just leave me like that."

She pecks his lips, her hand resting on the back of his neck. Leesi goes in for another kiss, he beats her to it. His tongue slipping into her mouth, she moans quietly on his lips: her hands holding him back.

"Man, fucking move." His fingers wrap around her neck, she gasps as he presses her against the wall. Their lips move smoothly over one another, perfect match: perfect fit. The pressure around her neck made her squeeze his shirt harder.

"Please." She lays her head on his shoulder then pulls away swiftly.

"Come with me."

"I can't leave, Kali."

Kali runs up to the both of them and slaps her hand against Khaleesi's shoulder. "I have to go back to the club, Leesi, come on." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her in, he eyes her big sister.

"We finna see you later." He stands in front of her, her fingers intertwining with his.

"Khaleesi, let's go. I don't have all night and Q is looking for us. I'm gonna get one of the girls to take us home so we don't have to deal with this stupid motherfucka."

"What's your problem, Kali?" Kamari scowls at her, his eyebrow arching up towards the sky.

"What?!"

"I said, what the fuck is your problem Kali?" Kamari walks closer to her, he has a tan hoodie on and a silver cuban chain laying across his neck. His voice, deep and full of irritation. "We finna dead this shit right now."

"You're gonna be Q's problem soon if you don't stay away from my sister, Kamari."

"Man, fuck your traitor ass brother!"

Kamari has nothing but anger congested in his voice, Kali throws up her middle finger carelessly as she begins to walk toward the Diamond. "Yea, fuck you too and stop telling my girl stupid shit about me, bruh."

"The shit that I tell her has some truth to it." Kali stops on the sidewalk, she stomps her way up to him and pushes her finger into his chest. "You better take of my care of my sister or I swear-"

"She with me so she alright, I got her." She stares at him for what seem like forever, his eyes held nothing but truth. Kali looks past Kamari and to Khaleesi, she nods her head and turns around walking back to the club.

Kamari grabs Khaleesi's hand, he pulls her toward him once again. "Where we going?" She leans against the hood and gently smiles, he leans down and kisses her cheek.

"My place." He opens the passenger door and watches as she gets in. Khaleesi admires the all black interior, the AC was blasting and it felt amazing on her moist skin. She didn't notice Kamari getting in the charger and putting the car in drive. Khaleesi lays back against the seat, her head turned toward the window. Her breast were glistening from little droplets of sweat, the white tank top she has on slightly wet. "You good?"

She turns her attention back to Kamari, her hand wanders over his jawline: it was defined and rough from his beard. "I'm good, Mari."

"I just wanna make sure you're comfortable."

"What's your place like?" He gently laughs and slaps his hand down on her thigh then squeezes tightly.

"I don't know how to explain it."

They arrive to a dimly lit apartment complex, he parks on the side of the street. They both get out of the car simultaneously, Kamari rushes to Khaleesi's side and pulls her in. "You was suppose to let me open the door for you."

"It's okay, I had it."

"Next time let me do it." He leads her through the side of the building, they come to a tall elevator that reaches to the ceiling. Kamari presses the top button and looks down at Khaleesi. "I like these shorts."

"Of course you do." The elevator dings and they both watch as the doors slide open. They walk on and Khaleesi falls back against Kamari. He intertwines their fingers then wraps his arms around her neck from behind. She could feel his print pressing up against her ass, it was rock hard and certainly big. "I've never been to this part of the city." He hums lowly in her ear for a quick second then looks up at the reflecting doors.

"Don't ever come over here without me."

"Okay."

"Khaleesi." She was looking down at the elevator's tile floor, her name sounded so good coming from his mouth. The doors open and he pulls her along with him, she grabs ahold of his arm and follows Kamari down a spacious hallway: it was fancy-looking. This is a really nice complex. Khaleesi thinks as they come to a door, he opens it all the way and let's her go in first.

The cold air in the room embraces her body, she looks straight ahead at the vast window on the wall. A beautiful sunset mixed with purples and pink was outside, blue lights lined the ceiling and floor. It was huge. He had a wall of records standing proudly in the corner, she turns around and watches Kamari take his jacket off. The muscles on his arms fill out the white t-shirt underneath. "You cold?"

He tosses the jacket over to her and she catches it quickly, Khaleesi puts it over head and pushes her arms through the sleeves. She pulls down her shorts and picks them up off the floor, the jacket falls right below her butt. "You still fuck with anime?" He pulls a wood from behind his ear and places it between his mouth.

"Hell yea." She walks over to the living room and sits down on the vermillion couch. Khaleesi glances over, watching as he inhales a cloud of smoke through his lips. "Why'd you call me your girl?" He walks over and sits down right next to her, he groans and lays his head back.

"Don't be surprised, I told you I wanted to start over." He sits his hand on her thigh, she admires the fully gold ring on his middle finger. It was beautiful. Khaleesi loves gold jewelry. He takes another hit of his wood then passes it to Khaleesi: she inhales several times, taking in the smoke.

"It's not too late to admit you love me." Kali Uchis' angelic voice flows in the background.

"But everything with Q..."

"I don't want you to worry about that, not tonight." Khaleesi falls onto his shoulder laying her left leg across his thighs.

"Boy, turn on this anime." He grabs the remote on the armrest and turns on the flat screen TV. He switches the station and Hunterxhunter pops up, the bright colors buzzing through Khaleesi's eyes. "My favorite is Killua."

"He cold, for real." She could feel him poking against her leg, he sits up to put the wood down in an ashtray in front of them. Khaleesi holds on to his shoulder, her body following his, Kamari's hand squeezes her thigh. She thinks the weed is getting to her, her body was buzzing all over: her head feeling light.

He sits back and she climbs on top of him, swinging her leg over his. "Kamari."

"Yes baby." He grabs her thighs pulling her close to him, he runs his hand up her body and grabs her breast in his hand: his thumb rubbing over her already hard nipple.

Khaleesi moans onto his lips, she kisses him: her hands holding his neck. "Don't hold back." He throws her down on the couch beside him, she zips down the jacket he gave her and lifts up her tank top. He bends down, now taking her nipple into his mouth: she watches as he pulls his pants down. Khaleesi helps him, pushing the material down with her fingers.

Kamari grabs her legs, placing them on his shoulders. Khaleesi's core throbs, waiting for him to enter her. She feels him thrust inside and gasps against his lips. "Oh my god, fuck." She moans, her words breathless. She wanted to put her legs down so bad, he was deep inside her.

"You better not move your fucking legs."

"Please, please, please, please."

"Keep your legs open, just like that. Mhm... give me that pussy." She felt like she was going to explode after hearing him talk to her this way. Her hands run down his arms as he strokes into her slowly, Khaleesi's eyes roll to the back of head. She presses her hands on his lower stomach, he grunts and places his forehead on hers. "You tryna push me away?" He grips her wrists in his hands and begins to speed his hips up slowly, they move smoothly like waves in the ocean.

"Oh fuck!" She feels his teeth bite on the side of her neck, his tongue swirling against the sensitive spot. "Kamari..." He pulls out, sitting on the edge of the couch: taking Khaleesi with him. She kisses his lips, her hands going down his chest and tugging at his shirt. He lifts it over his head, she takes it in her hands and tosses it. Khaleesi lifts up letting him enter her once again, he stares her in the eyes watching as she moans. "Oh baby, fuck me."

"Don't say that now." His hands placed on her ass, guiding her up and down his dick. He presses a kiss against her lips, she smiles then gasps when he begins to slam her down harder on him. The sound of her wet core echoing around the room, she moans grabbing his arm. She lets him take control of her body, his hands gripping her hips for dear life. "It's okay, baby, I got you. You better take all this dick, you hear me?"

"Kamari, oh god." She exhales against his cheek, grabbing ahold of his exposed arm. She wasn't suppose to be with him and not suppose to be enjoying the feeling of him inside her but, Khaleesi loves every second.

"I could stay inside this pussy for hours." He moans, his eyebrows creasing. His words were pushing her over the edge, he knew exactly what he was doing. She grabs ahold of his face, her fingers gripping his neck as he leaves soft kisses against her skin: Khaleesi falls apart in his arms. Her thighs weak from pleasure as her back arches, his tongue flickers against her nipple before taking it into his mouth once again.

Leesi couldn't take anymore as she feels a knot of pleasure release in her stomach, Kamari watches lustfully as she cums on him. She cries, rolling her hips against his. "Damn, you fuck the shit out me, baby." He talks lowly, pressing his lips against hers.

"Love between two human beings..." Kali's voice continues to harmonize enchantingly through the speaker. Smoke had settled in the air around them, floating like clouds in the sky. The room filled with sounds of voices on the TV and the lovers lips locking together. They soon moved to the bedroom at first, attempting to go to sleep.

He held her all night, his fingers pulling on the ends of her hair gently as they finished the rest of Hunterxhunter. "Shit, what time is it Mari?"

"I told you I want you to spend a night." He vocalizes as she scoots her way off the bed. "Baby." He whines, watching as she pulls her shorts up her behind.

"I can't, I have a ball today. Makeup and hair comes later in the morning, I gotta be there."

"And baby I will get you back in time, just chill right now."

"Mari, this is not a fucking game." He sits up, putting down the wood that was in his hand.

"The fuck you getting tight for?"

"Because this shit is real and you're treating it like it's not. Q is back in the city and if I'm not home tomorrow my ass is done." She begins to walk toward the door, pulling her hair up in a pink claw clip in the process. She hears Kamari getting off the bed and rolls her eyes.

"Where the fuck you going?" He grabs her wrist and jerks her towards him. She clashes into his chest, Khaleesi glares up at Kamari then forces him off her. She shoves his body away from her and grips the purses strap.

"Get off of me." He arches his eyebrow and takes a step back from her. "Kamari, I'm leaving."

"You wanna leave, leave then. Let me take you home."

"No, I'll catch the bus." She continues to walk towards the door, her hand pushing it open.

"Khaleesi, you can't be walking out here alone." Leesi looks back at him and treads heavily down the corridor. "Bruh, get yo stubborn ass back here." He runs in his room throwing on a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. The sound of the front door opening annoys him, Kamari races down the hall to catch up with Khaleesi.

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I'm at a loss for words after the newest chapter... Some gifs should sum up some of my feelings (essay after the gifs lol):

While I am writing this, I hope that I will manage to compose myself 😂 [I came to add this before sending this, and no, I in fact, did not compose myself by the end of this lol]

First of all, thank you for beefy chapters. I personally enjoy them, means I can read a lot more and experience more emotionally. However, please take care of yourself and don't push yourself to churn out big chapters if you don't feel like it. Any sort of update you come out with, know that I will enjoy it and cherish it with my whole heart ❤

Second of all, to reply to the last ask I sent... My fave character from BG3 was Karlach. Honestly, I somehow managed to romance Wyll and then immediately regretted it because Karlach is the best character in that game. My least favourite character was, is and will forever be Gale. I won't go into details because you will see it (if you haven't yet) 😂 And you mentioned Dragon Age and Mass Effect?? Excuse me? Those are like both in my top favourite games! Screaming here in excitement!!!! 😂

Onto this newest chapter... While I was prepared for angst. I was not prepared for ANGST! And while I set the mood with Halsey for the whole chapter, oh shit, my heart 😭 Also, Zoro, seriously? You are such an arse, istg.

Everything, from the first line until the cliffhanger at the end... I am amazed at how you write. It's not just good, it's AMAZING. Each chapter you come out with makes me feel things and believe me, that's hard for me.

[Personal info dump incoming]

Fanfics have been a huge part of my life during some of the darkest times of my life. It's been a safe place for me to go to. Find characters and stories where life is better, someone wants you just as much as you want them if not more. Where you experience those feelings of attraction, that sudden realisation of 'oh shit.' and what comes with it. The fear and excitement of liking someone, the feelings of hurt, disappointment when you miscommunicate or don't communicate enough...

I've been through quite a few awful things in my life in recent years and while I've been free from an extremely toxic person for over a year now, I still feel... broken. Like, I came out from a situation where at the end of it I could not recognise the person in the mirror that was looking back at me. It was bad. And while I am better, there's still this nagging feeling at the back of my head that what if... I won't ever find anyone irl. What if, I will spend the rest of my life by myself?

AND while being alone hasn't been bad and I have learned that my peace is worth A LOT, at the end of the day, it would be nice to share the weight of the world with someone else 🤷‍♀️

[End of personal info dump]

Reading your story. A story you have so much care for. It fills me with so many positive feelings and I cannot even begin to describe how happy I get with each new update and to see you interact with everyone who sends you a message. You are so lovely, I wish I could reach through my monitor and give you the biggest hug ❤

You have a lovely gift. Making people feel emotions with words. Not many people manage to call out to the deepest parts of them, to make them relate and feel with the characters that they are reading about. To experience what the characters feel. And to paint the scenes that it feels you are actually there (in this case, it feels like I watched some bootleg OPLA version because it did not have Doc and Doc needs to be there! Netflix, pls fix this! kthxbye).

Is it obvious that I've been on an emotional rollercoaster tonight? 😂

I am probably going to bite my nails from anticipation for the next chapter because that ending?? I did not see that coming! 😂 But I hope that this will be a good way for Doc to see more about Nami and for them to bond even more. I would love to see a Zoro POV because I want to see him stewing and beating himself up for being a gigantic ass 😤😤😤 I would also expect him to give shit to Doc for pulling this stunt once they do get reunited, but Doc can shut that shit down because the first words out of Zoro's mouth should be "I'm sorry. I've been an ass. I'm terrified. I did not mean what I said." 😂 And Doc blurting out how she feels and Zoro being cold?! That tore my heart out honestly.

Also, Sanji... I can see Doc and him being good friends. Especially since it will annoy the shit out of Zoro and that's fine by me, because he was a dick to Doc 😂 Though also, they already have a good dynamic going for them that will make them good friends (bonding over Zeff/Naan in the previous chapter). Also, Doc doesn't care about his flirting and that is hilarious to me haha

Wow, it's an essay. Again 😂 I apologise, please let me know if you'd prefer that I don't send in essays into your ask? I get carried away because there's so many things that I feel and I just... rant 😂 There's a lot to comment about and I struggle with summing up my thoughts and feelings?! I apologise!

It was a lovely and emotional update and I am looking forward to what next is in store for Doc and the rest of the Straw Hats! ❤ Thank you for sharing your writing, Jenn. I hope you had a lovely weekend and your next week is going to be lovely, great and amazing! Also, 2 weeks until you graduate?! Congratulations!!

-- Your sappy, essay writing, emotional cheesy ❤

Osiyo, Cheesy Darling!!

Disclaimer: I'm going to add a continue reading cut because this is big and beefy and my reply will be equally big and beefy lol.

When it comes to big beefy chapters, it is a habit of mine. I have to like, teach myself to write less in chapters lol but then I HATE is because I feel like I didn't get to explain something the way it should have been explained or a scene between characters doesn't get the attention it deserves. My chapters end up being so long because I am desperately trying to make sure that the scenes, I'm writing all flow together perfectly but then I see it say 15-20k words and I panic lol. Realistically, when you read chapters in books they are at least 10k or more words per chapter. Right? Right??

KARLACH! I love her she is so sweet and cuddly with all her hell fire. Okay. Look. I had to restart Baldur's Gate because I found out I missed Gale and I cannot - CANNOT - function knowing I missed a party member and won't be able to decide if I want to fight them, fuck them, or marry them all on my own lol. It's funny you say he is your least fav and I'm like...the gith chick is currently the one I dislike the most because she is so ugly AND FOR WHAT?? FOR WHAT MA'AM?!?! And YESSSSSS!! Omg Mass Effect and Dragon Age are my favorite series of all time. The story Bioware told with Commander Shephard, my god, is the reason I think I write the way I do. Or part of the reason. The way they built up that world in three incredible games and even made sure in the 3rd to bring every small detail and side mission into the last game to give closure. That is fantastic writing. It's what made me want to write stories just as intricate and infuriating, because that ending....god Commander Shephard deserved BETTER. I will never shut up about this. Does it make sense?? Yes. Do I gotta like it? Hell no.

Thank you so much for being so nice. I struggled a lot with this chapter. I kept feeling like I was falling short or messing something up. So, I would have to get up and work through the dialogue and the scene through my head and when I just genuinely couldn't get over it, I forced myself to continue forward, or I would've deleted it.

[ On to your personal info dump ]: I am so incredibly sorry that you even went through that and had to experience it. Unfortunately, I know all too well what it feels like to experience the same exact thing. So, I am beyond happy that you are safe. You are out and you are learning that the peace of being alone is such an underrated joy, imo. I know it is not necessarily the same as what you meant, but if you want to share anything that weighs on you or just want to have friendly conversation when needed, I am always here for you.

You are so kind to me in telling Netflix to add in Doc lol I would literally die. It is a nice daydream to have to consider that a character created out of love for Oda sensei's vision, in all forms, would be considered. I always do my best to make sure when I speak to anyone who sends me a message or an ask that it is with kindness and gratitude. You all come and speak to me about my work and how it is something you enjoy, that it helps them, and all the while you are all helping me too. There isn't enough I could say to thank you for always being so kind. For sending me these amazingly long reviews and comments, because they are absolutely my favorite. I do not take these for granted.

I know everyone is hating on Zoro right now (for absolutely good reason) and it's funny but while I wrote him I just knew he had to do it. He's this 19-year-old petty pain in the ass who never considered having a relationship outside of his swords. He meets girl and instead of her being like everyone else, they ZING. Neither of them can explain it or understand it but they don't have to. The universe is funny like that sometimes.

Sanji and Doc are about to give Zoro a fuckin' run for his money and he is just going to have to grin and bear it because he has no choice. While he is equally gonna be pissed, she up and did something so stupid he is forgetting Doc is still equally pissed at how he reacted to her. Two idiots fighting over who is the pettiest. Always.

I do not mind your long replies or asks! These are some of my favorites and I have so much fun discussing things with you! The fact you also love Mass Effect and Dragon Age?? I AM ALIVE AND BURNING! Thank you for always being so lovely and so incredibly sweet. I hope your Monday is treating you kindly and not like an actual Monday, cause Monday's are gross lol. Much love.

[shadow-daughter]

You read 'depending on others to do your thinking for you", I read it as 'begging for an opening to a conversation because humans are programmed to tell stories'. We learn best, we retain information best, when it is given to us as a story. You are the old curmudgeon at the campfire who scoffs at the youngsters asking to hear stories about life on the trail, because "they'll live it themselves soon enough." Pull your head out of your fucking ass and see a bid for human connection where it exists. People want to talk to each other-- for some godforgetten reason, people want to talk to YOU. Either tell your fucking stories or stop hogging airspace at the campfire. You aren't educating, you're being smug and superior about knowing something others don't. But. Since you're too much of a smug fucking asshole to elaborate on your point, I will, because humans are storytelling creatures that retain information best when it is told or when we are retelling it, you smug fucking prick. Degenerate art was a term the nazi party pulled out in the early nineteen hundreds, I Believe in the lead-up to the full on holocaust, to describe modern art and serve as an excuse to rip from the museums any piece of art that challenged the party line. Anything too painful, anything that had too much feeling, anything that criticized the party line or the state of the world, anything that implied that living in Germany wasn't an idyllic life straight out of a daydream. Artists who's works found themselves struck with this label found themselves blacklisted, unable to hold teaching positions, forbidden to sell their art, in some cases forbidden to even MAKE art. And if that last part sounds familiar to you-- if it brings to mind people talking about how certain people shouldn't be allowed to draw at all, because their work is 'disgusting', it should! It is a path we've started to walk again, and down that path leads horror. The term 'degeneracy' first gained popularity in Germany 'thanks' to the works of Max Nordau, drawing on the older works of Cesare Lombroso, who wrote 'The Criminal Man', an essay that proposed that certain individuals were doomed to be criminals based on their physical features. (If this sounds familiar, and horrifying, It Should.) Nordau proposed, as an extension of this stupid idea, that modern art was produced by these born criminals, who had become so overcome by stress that they couldn't produce coherent works anymore. And before you start telling yourself that Nordau was obviously just a nazi sympathizer, who was talking out his ass to further the party line-- the man was a Jewish Zionist. His theories, just like modern calls of degeneracy, were not born out of a political agenda or out of some effort to discredit his fellow creators, but, as far as I can determine, a desperate attempt to analyze why certain themes were making a sudden surge in popularity. He was wrong, but I cannot call him a bad man for that. But the way that he was wrong set the groundwork for atrocities that he would have never countenanced; that I can only imagine he would have been horrified to see. And if any of this information is inaccurate-- if someone else knows more, and correct or elaborate on any point I have presented-- I invite them, gladly, to do so, because one perspective rarely holds all of the information. (Which, again, is why humans are story-telling animals, and why 'please enlighten us' is an opening to a fucking conversation, you fucking asshole.)

Stop using the word degenerate to mean horny challenge

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Corrupt-a-Valentine: Office Hours

Wish: I wish Andy Barber was my sugar daddy and chose to send valentine's with me requested by @darcygirl

Warnings: forced creampie, coercion, dub/noncon, controlling Andy.

Please reblog and leave some feedback. I really appreciate all your input and interaction. I hope y’all enjoy these drabbles.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

‘Laurie thinks I’m marking. You wearing what I sent you?’ Andy’s text flashes up as you sit buried in books atop your narrow dorm bed.

‘On Valentine’s?’ you reply, hoping you can finagle your way out of another meeting.

‘Our first,’ his message blips up and you sense the tone even without hearing him say it.

You stare at your phone as you consider a response. ‘I have papers due, sorry.’

‘Is that a no?’ he’s quick to challenge your excuse.

You put your phone down and take a breath. He makes you so nervous. Ever since that day when everything changed. When he became more than your professor. The words play over in your mind each time you anger him.

“...and if you fail my class, you lose that scholarship, don’t you?”

It was a threat, clear as day, and in the moment, even months after, you wonder why you? Were you that pathetic? Did he see right through you? Know in an instant how you are.

“...don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get just as much out of me as you’d lose otherwise…”

Your phone vibrates and takes you out of the memory. You answer quickly, fumbling the phone against your cheek as you squeak your greeting.

“You ignoring me now?” Andy’s timbre is unbendable and you gulp.

“No, I was about to–”

“I’m in my office. Waiting.” He says pointedly, “but if you want, I’ll come find you, sweetie.”

“I’ll… be there,” you surrender as you shove your textbooks away, “twenty minutes.”

“Fifteen,” he insists, “I’m fucking hard already.”

“Fifteen,” you repeat as you open the drawer, searching for the panties he gave to you, hidden in your last essay, “coming.”

“You will be,” he promises and hangs up.

You lean on the short dresser and close your eyes, bracing yourself for the stern professor.

❤️‍🩹

You open your coat a reveal the ridiculous get-up. Tiny tee shirt, no bra, short pleated skirt, and your panties peaking out from beneath the hem. The stockings reach your thighs, every piece chosen by the man leaning back in his leather chair expectantly. He bought every piece, that fact never forgotten.

“You’re late,” he admonishes, his cock already out as he was stroking himself before you even entered, “look how you got me waiting.”

And his wife? She’d be waiting for him, wouldn’t she? You ignore the thought and force a grin as you round his desk, dropping your coat on the floor.

“Tell me how you want it, professor?”

“Turn around,” he purrs, hand still moving up and down as he groans.

You do as he says and he wheels his chair closer, hooking his arm around your waist pulling you back. You catch yourself on the arms of the chair as his tip prods your ass. He curls a finger beneath the fabric and tugs it aside, angling his cock past the crotch easily. He guides you back, lifting you onto his lap as he spreads your legs over his.

You sink down his length as he reclines and the chair creaks at the sudden shifts. He frames your hips as you settle atop him and you gasp. He pushes your legs wide as he rocks you slowly.

“Touch yourself, sweetie,” he urges, “but be quiet.”

You clamp your lips shut and obey, fingers sending a shock through your clit as you delve between your folds. You follow the motion, the pressure quickly building as you slicken around him.

“Sweetie, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he runs his hands up to your chest as you keep your hips titling, “can I cum in you?”

“Wha– no,” you’re almost shocked by how quickly he’s reached the edge, “I told you–”

“But, sweetie,” he hugs you as he kneads your tits and draws you back against him, lifting you as he moves his hips below you, “it’s valentine’s.”

“No,” you push on the chair as he clings to you.

“Come on, sweetie, just this once,” he pleads as he speeds up, his voice catching in his throat.

“Let me go,” you utter, “please, don’t–”

He dips his hand down and covers your clit with two fingers, rolling your tender bud to silence you as you choke on your defiance. He forces you down as he impales you, his body tensing and muscles tightening as he gurgles.

“Too late,” he mutters as you feel the warmth flood you suddenly, “too…”

He thrusts through his climax as you squirm against him, the sickly flow dripping onto your panties as he continues to fuck his cum into you. You whine as grasp his hand, trying to peel it away from you as dread grips your chest.

“Andy! Andy!” you beg as you wiggle your hips helplessly.

“That’s not what you call me, sweetie,” he snarls as he keeps you snugly atop him as he continues to play with your clit, “you wanna get off, you gotta cum first.”

“Please, let me go,” you sniffle, “please, I told you… I told you no.”

“You don’t tell me no,” he rubs harder until you gasp, “do you?”

[industriallyinsecure]

Hello! Could I please request a yandere Ghiaccio x Reader where he overhears Reader ranting about something they're interested in and is so happy to find someone else as passionate as him that he must kidnap them? Thank you ^^;

Kindred Spirits

I’m not even going to lie, I projected really hard here because I feel very passionately about the stupidest shit lol. I didn’t include the kidnapping part but just assume that after a while Ghia finally said yep this one’s mine and snatched them

It was…sudden, even by his own standards. Melone had roped him into going to a cafe that had just opened up close to the base. The drinks weren’t particularly good or bad, but they were cheap. And cheap was something the men of La Squadra needed, especially with their shit pay.

It was a younger, university aged student sitting across the room that caught his eye. Something about their furtive glances and shy demeanor drew him in. He’d stared at them intently for a while before Melone broke his concentration.

“Why don’t you go and talk to them?” Melone asked, fluttering his long eyelashes. Was it an attempt to be endearing? Or did everything he did have to be salacious in nature?

“Fuck that,” he hissed, “I’m not made for shit like that. And I don’t get horny over random people like you do. You know how I feel about it.”

Melone huffed, turning his attention back to Babyface.

“Tell that to the blush on your cheeks.”

It was the simple delivery of the comment that really pissed him off. Melone’s statements were almost cut and dry and simply meant exactly what they meant. But even Ghiaccio, who’s social skills were admittedly stunted, could tell that Melone wasn’t just teasing him. Or maybe he was and he was just overthinking.

“If you don’t go up to them, I will. And I’m not going to do it on your behalf.”

Okay, maybe he was just overthinking. But he definitely wasn’t going to give Melone the satisfaction of goading him into doing something. When the other man started to get up, Ghiaccio bolted up and stiffly made his way across the cafè.

They were alone, eyes intensely focused on their computer screen with their coffee cradled in their hands.

“Hi.”

They peeked at him out of the corner of their eyes.

“Uh.”

Okay, so he wasn’t the only socially inept one here. Good to know.

“Can I take this?” He gestured to the chair across from them.

There was a moment of panic in their eyes as they flickered from him to the chair.

“Oh, absolutely.”

They seemed to panic even more when he sat down instead of literally taking the chair away.

It was awkward. A bead of frozen sweat rolled down his cheek and plinked on the floor

“Is it alright if I ask what you’re doing?”

His hands were damp and clammy from sweat.

“I’m writing my anthropology dissertation,” they mumbled, clicking around on their laptop.

Ghiaccio swallowed hard, glancing over at Melone, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“What, uh, are you writing about, specifically?”

They sighed deeply, and for a moment Ghiaccio was worried that he had somehow irritated them, but they just rested their head on their hand.

“I’m concentrating on the language portion of anthropology, and, like, the focus of this essay is about how languages evolved,” they peeked over at him, “it’s kinda why I’m in Italy.”

He had been holding back several comments about their accent, and this fact soothed him just slightly. He could excuse a foreigner pronouncing things slightly differently.

“Basically, I’m writing about how Latin broke into the Romance languages and stuff. And I have to talk about the differences in the languages and all that.”

This was interesting!

Ghiaccio pushed his glasses up his nose, “I’ve never met a person who liked languages as much as I do.”

They perked up just slightly, “Yeah! I really love how Italian is Latin Lite, but Spanish has a lot of moorish influence! Ojalá means hopefully and it sounds really close to Oh Allah, which is cool because it comes from inshallah, god willing.”

The student was beaming at him, now fully immersed in their rant about the evolution of languages and how there were many cognates in both Italian and Spanish because of their root language. Ghiaccio’s heart quickened and for a moment he thought he might collapse dead on the café table.

“What’s really weird is how selva means jungle in Spanish, but the Latin word for forest is silva. Oh, I’m sorry if I'm rambling, I'm just really passionate about this.”

He could’ve done a thousand things in that moment. Reassured them that it was alright, admitted he did that too, or at least responded in any way. Instead, being so tongue tied, he just stared, heart in his throat. He swallowed hard. But they didn’t seem to mind his lack of response. He flicked his anxious eyes back over to Melone, who was scribbling something down on a napkin.

‘Ask them for their number!!!!!’ It said, the words underlined several times. Ghiaccio must’ve made a face without meaning to because Melone immediately pouted and poked the napkin several times before setting it down on the table and resuming his work.

“Do you, er, uh, want an espresso?”

Their eyes flicked to the small coffee cup next to them.

“Or, an, um, a latte?”

They blinked at him, his heart almost beating out of his chest. His throat pounded along to the beat of his heart, making it hard to swallow.

“Do you want one?” They asked, voice small and meek.

“No, milk gives me the shits.”

His heart stopped in his chest. There was an audible smack coming from Melone’s direction. It didn’t take a genius to know he had overstepped some boundary. Wait…. Were they laughing?!?

They let out a tiny snort, something he might’ve found cute if he wasn’t mortified.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

He was many things. Hot headed, intelligent, hasty. But Ghiaccio had never been called funny before.

“People say I’m too serious,” he stuttered, the heat in his face becoming unbearable.

They giggled again, the corners of their eyes crinkling in the cutest way. Ghiaccio didn’t know if the persistent squeeze in his heart was from embarrassment or…. No…. It couldn’t be….

“They must not have talked to you for long, then.”

His stomach churned.

“What’s your name?” They asked, pretty eyes staring directly into his. His throat constricted tighter, tighter. His palms were sweating, he hastily wiped them on his pants.

“I’m Ghiaccio.”