#she sang it with such passion it literally fills my whole chest

[taylorsabrina]

can we talk about sabrina's cover of "like i'm gonna lose you"? i would like to talk about sabrina's cover of "like i'm gonna lose you".

[hackerqueen]

Dark paradise

Short story about Jake's life after Hannah was found.

warnings: Jake's POV, mention of sex, slightly different version of Jake that you rarely see here

*3 years after finding Hannah*

Tired, I opened the door and a pleasant smell entered my nostrils. Home. It smelled like home. That was a pleasant mix of the smell of dinner being cooked, the warmth, and the plants she cared so much for. Exactly, she was the reason that I could call this apartment home. Her perfume, scent and presence weresomething to call these four empty walls home.

With a sigh, I hung my coat on the rack and headed towards the kitchen, where I could hear the faint clinking of pots. I stood in the doorway, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe and crossing my arms over my chest. I watched with delight as my fiancée stood with her back to me, stirred something in the pot and at the same time rocked to the song that was played from the loudspeaker. The corner of my mouth went up as I recognized it as "Hips don't lie" by Shakira. MC was wearing my gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt with the word GHOSTBUSTER engraved on the back that I had given her for Christmas. I had an identical one. She wiggled her hips and sang one of her favorite songs, oblivious to my presence. She was too focused on cooking and dancing to hear me open the door. I loved seeing her like this. When she didn't care about anything at all, when she was completely happy and devoted. I loved the way she moved her body because damn. She did it damn well.

And that really made me want to learn to speak Spanish.

Finally, the young woman turned to reach for the plate on the table. When her eyes landed on me, she jumped up and screamed softly. My smile only grew bigger, so I moved towards her to place the sweet kiss on her lips that I had been craving all morning. MC turned around and turned off the speaker, then turned back to me. She placed a hand on her chest, trying to control her breathing.

– Christ, Jake. Don't scare me like that unless you want me to have a heart attack before we get married. – she said and I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips tasted the same. They were sweet and addictive. Her hair was shiny and soft. They smelled like the shampoo she'd used for as long as I could remember. Her skin was smooth and so silky that I wanted to melt into it forever. Her beautiful eyes were filled with love and tenderness. She was my mainstay of safety.

– Never. First you will be my wife, and then I will scare you every day as long as you wait for me here. – I murmured into her mouth which made her giggle

– Two more months, Mr. Donfort, and then we'll be married. – she replied and kissed me. Hot and passionately.

I pushed her to sit on the counter. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and I started hungrily devour her neck. Oh my god how much I adored her. I loved her whole, more and more every day if that was even possible. Moans came out of her mouth and I felt my own erection. Soon she grabbed my hair and pulled hard to tear me away from her skin, which made me look at her a bit hazy.

– First dinner, then dessert. – she said, smiling slyly. – I can't wait for you to tell me about your day at work.

That was our daily routine. I came home from work and she was waiting for me. We talked about our days, listening to each other with delight. It felt like a dream.

– Living with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.

She leaned down to my lips an..

I woke up abruptly.

I looked half-consciously around the room I was in. It was dark. The only light that illuminated it came from the computer in front of me. I groaned softly as I realized how hurt I was. I must have fallen asleep in the chair at the laptop where I was working to confuse my pursuers.I froze, breathing quickly and shallowly as fragments of my dream began to reach me. I clenched my jaw and fists, remembering literally everything. Damn it! It was so good already. It was getting better, I didn't think about her as much as before. The last dream or daydream about her was three days ago.

For the past three days, I've been free from memories of her.

And now it's all started all over again. My loneliness made itself felt again. I felt like I was dead, I believed I was in purgatory, and my punishment was her. MC. The girl who's been stalking me almost every night and day for the last five fucking years.

As I stood in front of the mirror in a dingy motel bathroom across the globe from her, I felt self-hatred and disgusted. I was so weak. Five years ago I wrote to her that I was at her mercy. After all these years, nothing has changed. She still had me and I hated it so much. After what happened in the mine, I never wrote to her again. Throughout the search for Hannah, I knew this moment would come. I knew that eventually I would have to break her heart, break her whole, but I kept pushing our relationship further and further. It was incredible nice feeling, after all these years, to feel that someone cares about you. I was totally addicted to it and couldn't stop it. At first I tried to fight this feeling, but eventually I gave up. I knew that I wasn't able to give her safety and I couldn't let her run away with me. I was the asshole who confessed his love to her and then left her without even saying goodbye.

I'm weak, I thought as my fist hit the mirror. The glass shattered into millions of pieces, hurting my hands, but even that pain was nothing compared to my still bleeding heart.

* * *

The next night the dreams came again. I woke up drenched afterwards. My hands and my whole body were shaking. I immediately drank half a bottle of water and then vomited all morning. It was worse than usual because I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything in over two days. It's been a long time since I felt such pain in my stomach, when all I was throwing out was bile and saliva. I spent over 2 hours lying on the cold tiles. I lost consciousness a few times and I think I had a fever. There was nothing I could do to help myself. Barely alive, after closing my eyes, over the toilet bowl, I saw her face in my mind. I started vomiting again. How romantic.

When I had recovered a bit, I swallowed a handful of pills I found in my backpack. Some of them were just painkillers and others were something I couldn't even name. I needed some drugs to be able to ensure my survival.

Quickly looking at how far away my pursuers were, I called Mercedes. The government was far enough away that I could afford a little pleasure while still in Colville. Mercedes was something of a prostitute with whom I had quite a long relation. Whenever I was around, I would meet her when I needed a... distraction.

The woman immediately agreed. I heard a knock on the door not even an hour later. Our clothes quickly ended up on the floor because girl didn't bother to talk. Neither do I. Sex with her was the same as always. No. Today was better, best of all the times I've had sex with Mercedes ever. I felt better because I was thinking of someone else when I was fucking her.

I was thinking about the fucking MC.

Mercedes smirked slightly as she put her skimpy clothes back on. She was smoking a cigarette while I tossed her money for her service. I was feeling fucking sick again, and I couldn't get the bile taste out of my throat.

Mercedes left, but this time she didn't say she loved my body like she always did. This time she gave me a mocking smirk so that next time I wouldn't call her MC, and today I reportedly did it six times.

I definetely needed more drugs. Or alcohol. Or their mixtures.

"Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side" — Lana Del Rey

[7spaceace7]

Secrets (A Donatello x Reader)

This is incredibly self-indulgent and was really just a fic for me to obsess over tesla coils, but my girlfriend convinced me to post it- so here it is! It got kind of long too, but I hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 3236

Reader is given feminine terms in this one

Mild cursing (thank you Raph)

Absolute fluff attack, the sweetness will rot your teeth

Singing was your greatest passion. From a young age, you had been roped into music, the emotions it could represent with just a few notes and some relatable lyrics. It was happiness, it was sadness, it was anger and excitement, and it was everything you couldn’t express well enough with just words. Being a writer, sometimes that would get frustrating, but music helped you overcome the most challenging spots in a new piece or story. This is why you would constantly have earbuds in as you sang along to every song you’d memorized on your Spotify shuffle. 

And Donnie noticed this. Every time you would enter the turtles’ lair, he would see you unplug and pack-up your headphones. Hell, he was even able to detect your singing from the sounds of the sewer tunnels echoing with every step you took closer. He’d hear you talk about the music or soundtracks of your favorite games and movies, analyzing what every slight twinge or reprise would allude to. And he loved every part of it. He loved getting to see those moments where music was all you could focus on. Your heart rate rose exponentially in anticipation and excitement. Your eyes would screw shut while you broke into a grin. Your hands would mimic motions to the beat as you played on invisible drums, or strummed a nonexistent guitar. 

It was adorable to him, to say the least. But he never told you so. He never said a word, in case this might scare you off for coming across as “creepy” or weird. He knew most people probably didn’t pay this close attention to little things like that, but then again, he also knew that most people weren’t madly in love with you. 

Which Donatello was. 

He couldn’t tell you, because once he started rambling about you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. And if he didn’t stop, then he’d run the 89.07% chance risk of telling you how he’d been in love with you since the day they met you. That was way too high for him to be comfortable. No, he couldn’t tell you, no matter how badly he wanted you to know.

“Okay, so what if you just show ‘er you’re interested instead?” Raph asked, half paying attention to his brother’s predicament, half pounding the punching bag before him into the ground. Leo was in the dojo meditating, and Mikey was playing video games in the living room, which left the two middle brothers to their own devices. For Donnie, this was literally. His three-fingered hands fiddled with his latest electrical circuit. It was bound for sending the right amount of voltage into his inventions without needing four power strips and a generator all on their own. Unfortunately, he was too distracted to actually delve into its components, and settled for breaking and piecing it back together again.

“Show her? How would I do that?” Donnie’s voice trembled at the thought.

“I dunno, you’re the genius here,” Raph huffed, “There’s gotta be somethin’ in this place that you think she’d find cool. She loves music, right?”

“Yeah, like a lot, she even-”

“Rhetorical question, Don, heard the rant plenty,” His brother cut him off. Pausing his violent onslaught of the dummy, he turned to face him. “You’re nervous ‘cause you ain’t ever done somethin’ for a pretty girl before, I get it. So do somethin’ you know you’re good at. That’ll take the nerves off, your plan works, and then I won’ have to listen to you babbling about whatever new fuckin’ thing she did today. Win win.”

The younger turtle paused. “That was...actually pretty sound advice, thank you, Raph.”

“Anytime,” Raph nodded, a smug smile tugging at his lips from being able to help. Problem was, now he was invested. He’d listened to his brother’s rants and rambles and failed plans of possibly confessing for weeks now, what was gonna happen once he finally did it? Raph plopped onto one of Donnie’s bean bag chairs. He didn’t bother to pick up the training dummy. “So what ya gonna do, smart guy?”

Donnie blinked a few times, glasses twitching on his nose as he pushed them up. He didn’t know it, but you coined this his “brainstorming face”. He fiddled with the circuits once again.

“Uh...I’m not sure,” His tongue went dry. A million ideas fly through his brain each minute, and this decides to be the time that he can’t think of a single one good enough. Figures. “I could build her something? Maybe a new stereo, or upgrade the one she has.”

Raph made a noise of disapproval. “You can do better, any old fix-it guy could do that.”

“Fair. Maybe I could- ow!”

A short buzz of the air cut him off as his fiddling paid off. To the world’s great irony, a light bulb several inches away lit up.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I…” Donnie trailed off. The purple-clad turtle’s eyes widened as he registered what happened. “I’m better than good, I just had an epiphany!”

“Epipha-what?”

“An epiphany, sudden realization, an idea!” Donnie flicked his goggles back down, enhancing his vision with the magnifier on it. Wires were tugged in and out, and a transmitter was displaced. With a snort of triumph, he raised it to the air for his brother to see. “This is the answer!” 

“A tiny board thing. Just what she’s always wanted,” Raph rolled his eyes, but Donnie was prepared for this.

“Not just a tiny board, a tiny board with this!-” With great haste, Donnie was next to Raph, holding the board out properly. “My side-side project, this little thing, look at the coil here, this is it! This is a tesla coil, capable of transmitting thousands and thousands of volts of energy surging through the air, powering anything within its radius, which is perfect and exactly why I needed to reconfigure it to power my lab and this one new machine I’m working on, but that’s not why this is the perfect idea!”

“Wow, please continue, professor, I’m dyin’ to know.”

“Glad you asked! Watch this!” One aux cord, T-Phone connection, and light-dimming later, the lab went dark in anticipation. And suddenly, with the press of a play button on Donnie’s shuffle, music started to fill the air. But it wasn’t coming from his phone. It was coming from the coils, surging and creating not only electric energy that was visible to the human eye as it sparked, but music. Sound. The beats and notes of the song playing sprouted out in the form of electricity.

Raph’s green eyes became transfixed on the sparks flying out. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right!” Came the squeals of utter nerding out, “This is only a tabletop version of an SGTC circuit, my own type of it anyway based on Tesla’s original designs, but if I reworked it, made it bigger, made it lifelike and maybe four or five of them, I could create the most advanced musical performance this city has ever seen!”

“I’m gonna pretend I know everything you just said because clearly this is your nerd thing,” Raph started, utterly confused. Even still, a reassuring smile framed his features. “But this looks pretty damn cool. This right here? Exactly what ‘m sayin’, Don.  This is you.”

“Do you think she’ll like it...?” Donnie asked in a hopeful voice. He wasn’t just asking about the invention. 

“Course she will.”

~x~

A couple weeks had passed since that fateful conversation with Raph. He’d been in and out of the lab since then, but between patrols and the mandatory bathroom breaks, there was hardly a time he wasn’t working on his great new project. You weren’t even allowed to go into the lab, per his request, for all his time there.

However, he always made sure to make at least one movie whenever you’d come hang out at the lair from work.

Finally, one Friday night, the set up was complete. Pride swelled in Donnie’s chest as he looked at his creation: six symmetrically placed tesla coils sprung up from the ground and walls all around his lab space. The coilings wrapped around metal frames, spiraling into a beautiful arrangement of engineering, if he did say so himself. Mikey said it looked like the lasers out of a DC comic, which was also not a bad thing to be. He just hoped that you would like it. All of it was for you, of course, but over the weeks that he’d been preparing it, he found more beauty in the music of tesla coils than he ever had appreciated before. 

Donnie thought he might thank you for that, if he could get his nerves around it.

God, he was so nervous. Anxiety rushed through his body like the electric pulses he was perfecting. They were already done, but it was all he could do to distract himself while waiting for you to arrive. Maybe the frequencies weren’t in the right key. What if they sounded better this way? Or maybe the firing power wasn’t enough? Trajectory looked alright, maybe it just-

“Donnie?”

“Gh! Y/N, hey!” Stammered the surprised terrapin after knocking his head against the top of a coil. His goggles were on the setting of night-vision, but that didn’t account for night-spatial-awareness, it seemed.

“I got your text to come,” You tried to smile at him, but the dark laboratory proved to make that difficult. “How come it’s so dark in here?”

“Uh, well, that’s p-part of the surprise! Eheh. Gimme just a second-”

You waited patiently outside of his lab, vision still applicable, but grew concerned the more strange noises and clangs you heard coming from inside. This was definitely a whole new level of “Donnie Surprises” just by how nervous he seemed about it.

You yelped when his hand grabbed your arm and dragged you back inside the darkness.

“Okay, uh,” He started, before clapping his hands together for the lights to switch back on, “This is what I wanted to show you.”

Your gaze spun all around the lab. After adjusting to the light, you could clearly see giant mechanism after mechanism placed strategically around in a dome-like setup. Coils that protruded like round-edged spikes circled you both, and in the center was a metal cage. 

“Oh my god…” You almost whispered. A large grin broke out onto your face as you stared in quiet marvel at the scene. His plan was working, and Donnie lit up with an outstretched arm in presentation.

“These bad boys are called tesla coils-”

“Tesla coils!” You squealed in imperfect unison to what you assumed was the start of an explanation. “You made tesla coils, Donnie, holy shit!”

“You’ve heard of them?!” Donnie exclaimed, eyes widening behind his glasses.

“YES!” Your hands began to wave around excitedly, “Oh my god I used to be OBSESSED with these things! I heard about when I was a kid from that old movie, oh what was it, it was like the apprentice’s-”

“Sorcerer’s Apprentice!”

“THAT! Yes!” 

“I haven’t seen that movie in years!”

“Me neither! All I remember is that Hiccup’s voice actor totally nerded out and programmed his giant tesla coils to play music for the girl he wanted to impress, and it was the coolest thing because these giant machines were playing music, music out of nothing but sparks of electricity at different frequencies, which to be honest probably would have caused more of an energy problem than the movie suggested because goddamn do they take up a lot of power, but I was like six and didn’t care!” You laughed  in an energetic burst of word association, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Donnie could have kissed you then and there for that alone. 

A grin crept onto his lips as he watched you ramble on about the movie, leaving all anxious thoughts to fall from his mind. For once, someone actually understood one of his passions. Better than that, she was explaining the process to him of all people! Sure, she was intuitive enough to know he didn’t need it, he literally had just built them after all. This was just out of pure excitement. Someone in his life was talking about science and technology like they were the most fascinating things on the planet, just as the purple-masked turtle believed it was. Well, second only to the ecstatic girl in front of him. 

“-And so, I randomly remembered it again not that long ago, so I looked it up and found so many videos on YouTube about it. I kid you not, I listened to tesla coils and tesla coils alone for a solid week.” 

You breathed heavily, a little winded after such an intense info-dump. God, he always loved when you got excited about something. 

“This is kind of surreal,” Donnie chuckled a bit, pushing up his glasses when they tumbled down his nose, “I had no idea you’d get what these were, much less have known so much about them.” Donnie’s eyes widened at his own panicked-fueled blabbering. “N-Not that I think you’re stupid! I just-- I mean it’s not-- common? It’s more of-”

“A niche interest, yeah. No worries,” You finished for him, signaling his stuttered words hadn’t fallen on offended ears. Donnie quietly sighed in relief. Time ticked by in seconds, but even that was much too fast for this martial artist to grasp. If he could have constructed a device to pause the fabrics of time, he would have long ago, simply to relish the moments with you that meant everything to him. It wasn’t your fault your eyes captivated him more than any element he’s worked with.

“So,” You began eagerly, startling him out of his thoughts, “Are we gonna listen to some zappy poles go brrr or what?”

Donnie snorted at your juvenile word choice. “Yeah, totally. Now, ah,” He walked over toward the large cage in the center, stepped inside, then poked his head out with a dorky grin. A large, green hand stood outstretched towards you. “I think you’d better step inside my cage.”

“If you keep quoting the damn movie like this, I am going to explode from excitement, and it will be your fault!” It was a wonder how you hadn’t caught onto his plan yet, honestly. You made no sense of hesitation before grabbing his offered hand (even though your hands were small enough that they hardly matched his palm’s size), and clambered into the cage in front of him. This was a great excuse for you to be close to him without it being weird. And now, with your back brushing up against his plastron, the butterflies in his chest told him it was totally a good call.

Donatello would take this secret to his grave, however.

“Put your hands on the rail here, yep just like that,” Donnie nodded after your hands found the safeguard rail. A couple buttons tapped into a laptop later, he settled his own hands next to yours. “Let the magic begin.”

Magic would have been the understatement of the year. A coil in front of you quickly shot out its first spark. Familiar music breached the sound barrier to your ears. The one behind you both caught it instantly. Spark after spark sent back and forth between the coils, soaring through the lab like the most incredible game of electric catch.

“Whoa!” You laughed when the sparks would bounce off the cage itself, pressing closer to the turtle behind you (much to his surprise every time). Your shining e/c eyes never left the electric bolts shooting out. “This is insane!”

“Heh, glad you like it!” Donnie watched you closely that entire time, more entranced by your excitement and wonderstruck self than anything he’d created. He could power up the tesla coils anytime of day, but this was a special moment he’d never be able to recreate in a controlled environment. This was no experiment, this was real and it was happening right now. 

The only thing left to do was tell you how he felt. 

“Y/N, I have to tell you something,” He began, stepping away to give you a bit of space. His heart rate was increasing by the second. The way you turned to look at him wasn’t helping, either. 

“What is it?” You spoke softly, somehow able to be heard over the music. Donnie could hardly meet your eyes, so he took your hands in his instead.

“I...I don’t know how to say this exactly,” He started, “I’ve been trying to do it for months, going over every possible conjuncture of words, something that would be heartfelt and honest, poetic even? But the truth is, words aren’t my thing, th-they never have been. I’m a science guy, I take things apart and put them back together again, I figure out what makes them work, I see life as a million tiny parts to analyze.”

He paused his quickened speech to take a breath. Your hands squeezed his larger ones as an offer to continue.

“And so, I’m...bad at feelings. I see it all as chemicals and components used by the brain to create action and reaction. But now I’m not so sure if that’s all they are, and really the only thing I am sure about is that it’s because of you that I’m questioning everything I ever thought I knew. Maybe, maybe life is more than atoms and chemicals, and instead it’s about..moments. Moments like this. Moments that...that I..that I really want to keep forever and play over and over again.”

“Donnie…” You spoke. This time he squeezed your hands.

“I know I’m rambling and I should really get to the point, so what I’m trying to say is,” He took another breath, steady this time. His gaze met yours again. “I want to live these moments with you every day. You’re special to me. You’re part of our family, but this is more than that, this feeling is-”

“Love.” You finished for him. Both of your eyes widened as you realized the other felt how you each did.  

Donatello nodded slowly, hesitant to be so certain, but knowing it was true. There were no more words to be exchanged after that, only actions, only movements so soft and gentle that the large terrapin was certain he’d break if they could fit in his hands. Your hands left his and instead reached up to grab the long ends of his mask, and tugged gently for him to reach you. He leaned down without a thought. A three-fingered hand found your waist this time. 

You kissed. Soft, human lips connected to his slightly chapped reptilian ones. The turtle had waited for this moment since he realized the attraction he felt towards you was not just powerful chemical reactions, but true feelings. It wasn’t biology, it was chance and fate and one-in-a-million all at once. As the sparks continued to (literally) fly, Donnie let his eyes close. This was the present. He was here, he was holding a great new adventure in his hands, and there was a brilliant future just around the corner. 

The song may have finished, but this is what would last forever. 

[iimaginebts]

The Milkmaid // pt. 3

+ Paring/ Wolf! Jungkook x reader ( milkmaid )

+ Genre/  Fluff , romance, eventual smut :)

+ Summary/ Having milk in your breast ever since you were born got you outcast from the human world but accepted in another. When you met Jungkook, your life was completely flipped over, would you choose to stay with Jungkook or part ways with him…..?

After settling Jungkook down on your chest, you calmly stroke his hair as he tells you all that he’s seen. Apparently he saw a bunch of hooded figures chasing his mother while she was desperately running with Jungkook in her arms. After making sure she had lost them, she spotted a small house, which apparently was yours and hastily decide to leave Jungkook under your care. After which are the things that you already know. 

“ Are you sure the basket I came in only contain a note and this locket ? “ Jungkook asked, raising up the necklace in his hands and dangling it. 

“ Yea, I’ve checked all over, there’s only a letter, this necklace and an adorable baby in the basket “ you said with a serious tone. Jungkook blushed and rub his head against your chest as he let out a deep sigh. 

“ Sorry kookie, I should have checked before I brought you in. I promise I will try my best to help you look for her okay? “ you looked at him apologetically. 

“ Noona it’s not you fault. Honestly I just want to know why I look different from a normal human being and my parentage but nothing beats your importance to me. If I could live my whole life with you peacefully like this then I wouldn’t ask for anything else “ Jungkook said with sincerity 

Smiling, you cup his cheeks and plant a firm kiss to his pouty lips, “ I love you, kookie “ 

With this topic aside, you finally remembered the forgotten surprise and told Jungkook to close his eyes while you bring it out. You carefully place the tray in both hands before slowly walking out. 

“ Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear kookie, happy birthday to you~~ “ you sang as you approached Jungkook

Maybe it’s because of the smoke from the candle but you swear you saw Jungkook’s eyes turn watery before he wiped it away in a swift motion, replaced by a wide smirk-smile. Just to clarify, you didn't know the exact date of Jungkook’s birthday but this is the day where he was placed right outside your doorstep, hence you treated it as his birthday each year. 

After Jungkook blow out the candles, you cut the cake for both of you to enjoy. “Noona, since it’s my birthday, can you grant me a wish? “ Jungkook asked, tilting his head to one side. He surely knows how to get to you.

“ Hmm.. alright, what is it? “ you asked hesitantly 

“ Let me breed you, noona “ 

The words came out faster than Jungkook thought it would. You bit your bottom lip as your cheeks turn bright red, your mind losing control. On one hand, you know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. On another hand, your motherly side tells you to not do it. As you have a battle with yourself, Jungkook lean in and started kissing you passionately, arms securing your waist. Unable to pull away, you melted into his touch and kiss him back hungrily. 

Soon, it escalated to the bed where Jungkook harshly pinned you down and strip you off your clothes to mark you. Marking you is literally Jungkook’s favorite thing to do, although no one is going to see you or anything, he still feels the sense of security of you being officially his. Seeing you filled with his marks makes him feel that he owns you and you are his property. Your moans when he bites you are music to his ears too. As he goes lower and lower, you became more and more sensitive. You felt a puddle of heat threatening to come out of you and thrust your hips up in the air. 

“ So needy for me, noona. You smell so wet “ Jungkook said when grinning, proud of his product. He swooped down and position his face right in-front of your opening, he got so close that his nose was literally touching you panties. 

“ Jung- ahhhh- kookie ! “ You tried to get a hold of yourself but Jungkook doesn’t seem to let you move. Instead he licked you through the cloth, making you soak your panties. He then place a finger on your clit and started to press on it. You started to grab his hair and moan loudly, never in you life have you had this feeling. It felt so good and you wanted more and more, your hips thrusted up in the air once again and Jungkook immediately got off you. 

Confused, you glance down only to find Jungkook taking his boxers off while palming himself. You stared at his junior as you felt heat creeping up your face, he is.... huge. Noticing your stares, Jungkook came forward and showed off his member right in-front of you. He then slowly reached for your hands and gingerly place them on his buddy. Jungkook’s hands guided you to please him, after getting the hand of it, you skillfully slide your hand up and down his length as your other hand massages his balls. 

Jungkook’s moans filled the whole house and you felt pleased that you could do something for him. You started to feel a little cocky and teased him by placing your hands of the tip and pinching it lightly. Precum started to ejaculate out of him as he growled. He grabbed you chin and brought your face close, where he told you to put your hands behind your back and open your mouth. He slowly pushed himself little by little until half of his junior is inside and proceeding to lightly thrust in your mouth. 

Suddenly, Jungkook stopped all his movements and moans. His ears stretched as he heard movement outside the house. He quickly pulled out of you and wrapped you with his clothes, placing a finger to your lips. You watch as he pull up his boxers and inch out of the room to grab a sharp object. Ear attentively listening and even his tail stopped swinging. 

BANG. The front door was being knocked open as a mysterious man walked in. You gasped and Jungkook froze. 

“ Found you, brother. “ 

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Hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to comment or dm me if you think I can improve in any areas!

Part. 4

[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: cursing, age difference, fluffiness

CHAPTER 3

Sam’s POV

I watched her saunter off into the kitchen with a lump in my throat and my mouth hanging open. She really was something to look at. I couldn’t believe she was James’s goddaughter. She seemed so different from them all. Before my thoughts could get any dirtier, the baby threw up on my shirt and began to cry rather loudly. “Ugh! Jesus buddy!” I switched shoulders and hurried to the bathroom to clean up then begin babysitting duties.

After about an hour, I had sat through…. so much. I sat through a tea party, I’ve worn a tiara, gotten a makeover, I’ve played with dolls, I’ve done the hokey pokey probably about ten times, and yelled at Mickey Mouse multiple times because he couldn't hear me the first time we gave the answer to 1+1. All with a baby in my lap or in my arms. Safe to say, the kids were happy and starting to tire out. “You guys hungry?” I asked them, starting to get annoyed by this little cueball Caillou. It was time for a break and for the baby to take a nap. The little slugger was already tuckered out in my arms. I stood carefully to place him in the crib in his room and grabbed the baby monitor, hooking it through the loop in my jeans and bounced down the stairs, two steps at a time.

I could see her through the opening at the bar and smiled at her bobbing her head to some music that played over her phone. I took a moment to get myself together before strolling into the kitchen with a proud grin. “One child down, two to go!” I said slapping the counter next to her. I washed my hands before getting ready to make sandwiches for the girls. I caught her eye for a moment and she smiled as if she were impressed.

“Well look at you…” she sang, patting together what looked like burger meat. I could smell the seasoning from here and I had to say….

“It smells fantastic in here.” I reached for the towel to dry my hands and I could’ve sworn I saw her turn a bit red. “That’s all goin’ on the grill?” I asked, being a bit nosy and opening a container with marinating chicken. The scent hit my nose and I almost wanted to cry. “My goodness…You can come abuse my kitchen anytime.” She giggle-snorted in response and I laughed a little bit too hard about it. “How much left you got to make?”

“Um...almost done with these here, then I got these kebabs to skewer and that’s all. Then in about an hour, probably right when I get done, Anais is gonna arrive AND Godfather James is gonna come home.” The poor girl still looked so stressed out.

“Well how about this… Once I make the girls their lunch, I’ll help you out with the rest of the food. When James gets back you can go change for the night.” I said. She looked at me incredulously and scoffed with a sassy smile.

“What makes you think I had an outfit?” She laughed.

“Call it intuition.” I fired back. She rolled her eyes so I defended myself with further reasoning. “You’re friend is coming, you’re gonna be around a lot of people, you’re all messy from cooking, of course ya got another outfit.” I snickered, laying out my entire logic for her. And she laughed with the sweetest voice. My ears started to heat up a bit and I didn’t understand how to feel about it. I don’t get like this with many women. I laughed nervously before asking her, “Now where’s the bread and your knives?” She nodded in the direction of the bread box and I scoffed. “Leave it to James to have a fucking bread box.” I laughed to myself. I’m sure she’s noticed by now but James was always a man that chased after the bougie and classy things in life.

“That’s what I fucking said. It’s much more practical on top of the fridge-” This girl was telling me all the right things.

“Exactly!” I expressed my agreement with much more passion than was intended. So to cover my embarrassment I started working on those peanut butter-jellies.

“I said I wanted a wall of mirrors in my room so I could practice my dancing, and I was gonna get a bunch of those cheap seven dollar mirrors and line them up… This man buys me a mirrored WALL. A whole wall!” She added.

“Ridiculous! Like why spend so much on that shit?” I nodded in agreement and we burst into a mischievous laughter. She punched me on the shoulder and shushed me with a giggle.

“He could come home literally any minute!” She giggled. ‘My God, she’s precious…’ I thought with what probably looked like a goofy grin.

“So you dance, huh?” I asked. I wanted to know more about this girl. I knew it wasn’t gonna happen overnight but I had to get the random stuff out the way first.

“Ballet, contemporary, hip hop, jazz. The good stuff. I wanted to be a dancer but it seemed the only job I could get- with all that god damn training- was a burlesque dancer.” She told me as she placed the new burger patties on top of the baking sheet in its container. My ears perked up at the word.

“What is that like….fancy stripping?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited but also impressed.

“Basically… I had my own number in the show and everything.” At this point, I could tell she was trying to get a rise outta me. And it was working. I cleared my throat before begging the question.

“What did you do?”

“Oh a little leather here and fishnets there…. A bit of pole work… I know a few handcuff tricks. I was supposed to be the bad girl. Set to some Billy Idol.” She told me as she finished the patties and closed the lid on the container. She hip bumped me on the way to the sink to clean her hands. I smirked at her.

“You’ll have to show me some time.” I said as cool as possible. She laughed aloud and set the containers in the fridge.

“In your dreams, Mr. Drake.” She said patting my back. But I knew for a fact I was gonna be thinking about that when I laid my head down tonight. That’s when I had an idea and a sly grin crawled across my face.

“If I sang Billy Idol during the set, would you do it?”

“Do what?! My routine?!”

“Yeah…” I shrugged my shoulders attempting to be nonchalant about it. She put her hands on her shapely hips and shook her head.

“Depends.”

“On?” I didn’t mean to but I definitely sounded more eager about it.

“How drunk I am by the time you play. I’m really excited for tonight if I’m being honest.”

“Me too. I missed playing with the band while I was gone. When the neighborhood kiddos hit the sack is when the real fun begins.”

We continued conversation as I briefly exited to give the girls their lunch and put them down for a nap. When I came back, I helped her skewer the kebabs and bombarded her with shameless flirting. From what I could gather, we were both starting to really enjoy each other’s company. Working with her was going to be interesting to say the least. In a few moments, she’d received a text from her friend that she’d be touching down soon and I took over making the last of the kebabs while she went and changed. I took a moment to myself to look at the contrast between where I’d been and what I was doing now. Absolutely simping over this girl considerably younger than me, so much so that I’m making kebabs for her. Not that I’m mad about it. I actually enjoy cooking when I have the time to do it. Despite the age difference, there was something about us that worked really well and I was kinda curious to see where it’d go. I voiced a surprised chuckle to myself, I could hear some keys in the door. Through the bar window, I could see James in all his Miami Vice glory. “Goddaughter, I’m home!” He shouted kinda gently before noticing me in the kitchen. “Sam! You’re back, my man!” He smiled, throwing his keys on the counter and patting me on the back with a strong hand. “Barbara told me you’d be here helping Talia with the kids.”

“Uh… yeah. I met her last night and let’s just say I owe her a favor. The kids are napping, they’ve been fed, Talia is getting dressed to go do errands and pick up her…. her friend…” The moment I mentioned her, Talia had appeared simply walking down the steps. Her body clad in a purple and blue tye dyed Rolling Stones tee, split down the middle so far it exposed her black lace bra and tight black leather pants hugging her every curve. Her hair done up all extra curly n’ fluffy and her lips glossy, two rhinestones in the inner corners of her big brown eyes. She had a bag on her shoulder and a pair of heeled boots in her hands. She smiled kindly at James as she descended that staircase.

“Hey Sam, eyes off my Goddaughter.” He said in a half joking tone as Talia lightly hit him in the chest with her hand. I could feel my face flush and I chuckled nervously.

“Yes sir!” I said with a sarcastic salute. She briefly locked eyes with me and winked before kissing her Godfather on the cheek.

“I’m on my way to pick up Anna. The kids have b-” She said sitting in the bottom of the stairs to lace up her rather high heeled boots.

“Sam filled me in, sweetheart.” James smiled as he kicked off his loafers. She looked me surprised and this time, I winked.

“Then, I’ll be off!” She kissed her Godfather on the cheek and waved at me as she strutted out of the home. I was left with James.

“Be safe!” I shouted kinda late after she left.

When I’d finished the kebabs, I had excused myself from the house in order to prepare for tonight’s show. Mostly to shower and exchange this Hawaiian shirt for a black one.

[thebluesideofmyworld]

Our Songs - A Solangelo Fanfic

Summary: Alternate Universe. Will was a famous pop singer who has released an album, and some of the singles from that album topped the chart for a couple of weeks. Nico was an indie musician who played guitar and piano and he didn’t really care about what is happening in the entertainment industry. For him, it’s the music that mattered. Not who sang it. One night, probably the stars up above were aligned, or simply it was just fate, but they met.

(Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || read on AO3)

CHAPTER 3: “ The Explanation ”

(Chapter 1 || Chapter 2)

Chapter Summary:

Will tried to explain to Nico about who he really was. But besides an explanation, he also had something to ask from Nico. 

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Will might, or might not, have prepared and practiced some lines that he would say in front of Nico to explain things. But having someone who recognized him aas who he really was, it wasn't something that he had in any of the scenarios he had imagined.

“Who are you Will?”

Will stared at Nico, who looked terribly confused. Somehow, it made Will feel guilty. Well, it wans't like he’s been lying to Nico. It was just…he had not told some details about himself to Nico.

The shock of having things not going exactly like what he had planned before made Will out of words. He had no idea on how to answer Nico’s question.

The red-haired girl turned to Nico. She stared at Nico, her eyes widening almost comically.

“Wait,” she said to Nico. “What?”

Nico crossed his arms over his chest as he angled his neck to level his gaze at the girl.

“What?”

“You mean, you are sitting here, having coffee with Will Solace,” the girl waved her hand dramatically at Will. “And you have no idea about how Will is literally, one of the hottest icon in pop music, who just won the Best Rising Star of the Year of the Olympus Award two weeks ago?”

Nico stared at the girl for a second, then he shook his head.

“No, Rachel,” he said. “I don’t know.”

He looked back at Will, and held his eyes at him as he continued. “And honestly, Rachel? For now, I don’t think I know anything at all about him.”

“Nico, listen. I can explain,” Will said.

“Good. Because I need explanation,” Nico said, his face was now a blank canvas with no expression.

Rachel’s eyes darted from Nico to Will then back to Nico again. She seemed to sense the tension between them. But from her expression, strangely, it looked like she was a bit amused by the whole situation.

“Oh, well. Then I guess I should leave the two of you to get to know each other better, then,” she said. Then she turned to Will and grinned. “But can I at least get some pictures with you? If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am a fan! I’ve been following you since you’re on YouTube”

Will smiled at her. Despite the awkward situation at the moment, he enjoyed meeting his fans. For Will, his fans were one of the main reason where he got to where he was now.

“Sure,” Will said as he stood up from the chair.

Rachel squealed with delight as she opened the camera on her phone. Will stood next to her, and they took a few selfies. Kayla even offered to take a few more pictures.

“Oh, thank you so much!” Rachel said, hugging Will. “You are as sweet as what people said.”

“You’re very welcome,” Will said as he hugged Rachel back. “Thank you for your support. It really means a lot,” Will said as he pulled away from Rachel.

“Okay, I’ really going to leave you now. And please be patient with my friend,” Rachel said. She flashed a smirk at Nico. “Nico is actually such a softie once you go pass through his gothic layer on the outside,” she added.

“Oh, really?” Will grinned and stole a glance at Nico, who had a cute small put as he glared at Rachel.

“I’ll get you for that, Rachel!”

Rachel chuckled. “Bye, Nico,” she said. “And Will, it was such nice surprise to meet you here.”

Will smiled as he nodded. “Nice meeting you too.”

Will watched Rachel walked to the door. She waved at Jason before pushing the door open and disappeared.

“You know, this should be the part where you give me that explanation.”

Will quickly looked back at Nico. Nico held his eyes at Will, with his arms crossed over his chest. His face was a blank canvas, and his eyes held no emotion.

Will sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know where to start.”

“You can start by telling me who you are.”

Will stretched his lips into a thin line before he answered.

“Well, I used to be a… YouTuber.”

“Was,” Nico said flatly. “What are you now?”

“I’m a singer. Musician. Artist. Whatever,” Will shrugged his shoulders. “I make music. I write songs and sing it.”

Now that he had said it loud, Will gained more confidence. Because he was saying the truth. He’s always loved music ever since he could remember. One of his first memories was a 3-year old him, singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow with broken words in front of the fireplace while his mother was clapping her hands along as he sang, smiling brightly at him.

“So yeah,” Will said, voice steadier this time, and he was smiling slightly. “I write songs and sing in front of people. That’s who I am. That’s what I do.”

While he still kept his eyes level with Will, Nico still said nothing. But at least, his expression got a bit softer. His eyes didn’t look as cold as they were.

After two heartbeats passed in silence, Nico gave a single microscopic nod.

“Okay,” he said. “So you’re a singer. A musician. An artist.”

Will nodded, trying not to wince at how Nico said each of the words slowly. It was almost like when Nico was the one saying it, those words had different meanings.

“And you even have a manager,” Nico said, his eyes darted to where Kayla was sitting on the other side of the table.

Kayla grinned as she lifted her hand a little. “Yeah, otherwise Will would mix up his whole schedule. He could not even remember what’s the next city he would be for the next event.”

Will snapped his head at Kayla. “I’m not that bad,” he said. “I know what’s next on the list.”

“Really?” Kayla turned her head at Will, arching an eyebrow as her lips curled up into a small smirk. “What city is next?”

“Uh…?” Will scratched the back of his ear. “Florida?”

Kayla let out a small laughter. “You wish,” she said, shaking her head lightly. “It’s Chicago.”

Will gasped a little. “But Chicago is so cooold,” he said, almost whining.

Kayla only rolled his eyes. She turned her head at Nico, who now has the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. Kayla tilted her head at Nico. She said nothing, only raised her eyebrows a little, as if saying See? He needs me.

Nico’s eyes moved to Kayla, and there was a small smirk playing on his lips. “He really needs you to deal with his life, huh?”

Kayla’s grinned and nodded. “He surely needs me.”

Will’s eyes moved back and forth from Nico to Kayla and back to Nico again. “I can’t believe this. The two of you just met like, fifteen minutes ago and you've already conspired against me?”

Kayla laughed while Nico only looked at Will, that small smirk ghosting over his lips.

“Anyway,” Nico leaned forward now, and folded his arms on the table. “What makes an artist like you want to see me?”

Suddenly remembering what was it that he wanted to talk about with Nico sparked something inside Will. Mirroring Nico, he folded his arms on the table.

“So, here’s the thing. That song that we wrote, kind of, worked on together? The one about watching the stars?”

Something flashed in Nico’s eyes, but he said nothing. He only nodded, signaling Will to continue.  Will continued, slowly feeling the excitement filling him up again with energy.

“We, I mean, my label and I, we plan to release an EP n like… a few months? We’re still working on it and we have like, 3 or 4 songs already. But we need more. We want more songs. I mean, even though maybe some of it won’t make the cut?” Will continued talking, this time his hands moved around as he talked, a bit faster now that he got more and more excited.

“We have decided which single that we will release first. It’s titled Youth? But we want another song for the second single to release. And I just feel like… That song that we wrote? It will be perfect. Because you know, Youth is like that, pop-kind of song, a bit up-beat tempo. And our song about stars, we really have to decide on a title for that song, by the way. I know that it’s a perfect balance. Because it’s like, a soft ballad and just…perfect? You know what I mean?”

Will stopped, half-panting as he stared at Nico. He tried to read Nico’s expression but again, Nico’s face didn’t show anything but a blank expression. Somehow it made Will feel nervous. Because now he just realized that yes, he was excited, but what about Nico? What did he think about this? What would he say about this?

Will took out a deep breath as he prepared himself to ask Nico question.

“So. I was wondering. What would you say if I have that song as one of the songs for my upcoming EP? You’ll have the copyright of the song, of course. And I think, it would be really great, if you can even be one of the producers of that song.”

Will clasped his hands, propping his chin on them as he carefully watched Nico’s expression. It took two seconds before Nico said something.

“I’ve never been like, being involved in a professional recording.”

“it’s okay,” Will quickly said. “You can learn by doing. And seeing the people who’ve been doing it. My team will help you. Austin! Austin would love to work with you. And Cecil too! Right, Kayla?” Will turned his head to Kayla, looking for some support.

Kayla nodded. “As long as you have the passion for music, which I’m pretty sure you have, it’s not that hard. I think it’s something that you will enjoy.”

Will looked back at Nico. “See? And the people in the label are cool people. You’re going to love them. Lee, my producer? He’s like…one of the nicest person ever. Honestly though, I’m just so happy to be with the people from Apollo. I mean, the label."

“Of course, if you agree, there will be some legal stuff that we need to deal with. But don’t worry about it. That’s something that I and Lou Ellen will help you with,” Kayla added.

This time, there was a wary expression on Nico’s face as his eyes darted from Will to Kayla, like he was trying to decide whether he could trust them.

At least he didn’t say no, Will quietly thought, trying to stay positive. At least he didn’t immediately reject the idea.

Then Nico let out a long sigh as he ran a hand over his head.

“I don’t know, Will,” he said. “This is all…too sudden for me, you know?”

Will chewed his lower lip, but nodded. “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”

Nico’s eyes were fixed on the table as he absently tapped his chin.

He hasn’t said no yet, Will told himself as he quietly waiting

“Can I think about it first?” Nico finally said, lifting his head to meet Will’s eyes.

“Of course,” Will said, nodding his head quickly. “Take as much time as you need.”

At least he didn’t say no, Will kept on telling himself as they left the coffee shop 10 minutes later.

At least he said he’d think about it, Will telling himself as he lied on his bed a few hours later.

Oh dear God I really hope he’ll say yes, Will thought to himself before he fell asleep that night

***

Three days later, Will woke up to find a text on his phone.

Will read the text, reread it, then reread it again. His smile got wider every time he read it.

From: Nico di Angelo

1.21 AM: [You know what? Let’s do this]

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Author’s Notes:

I actually planned to write just one chapter this then when I finished, I realized that it was like, too long for one chapter (at least for my standard). I decided to divide it into two chapters instead, so probably the next chapter would be up sooner than what I have planned.

Likes, reblogs, comments, and feedbacks are always loved <3.

 A bit OOT but please listen to Troye's newest song, "Strawberries and Cigarettes". It's also one of the soundtrack for the movie 'Love, Simon' 

[godsandvillainsrpg-blog]

Congratulations, PHEOBE! You have been accepted as CATERINA GIORDANO.

Note from Admin Jade: Caterina is truly chaos personified, and you did such a wonderful job of showing me both who she is, and why she is. You managed to reflect the influence of nearly every member of her family in your application, and I’m telling you, it’s got me feeling pretty shook up. From her loathing of the weak souls who bore her, to the one soft spot that exists for her sister, to the fact that her only semblance of routine is one imposed on her by Stefano, you completely understand the way the girl’s upbringing has shaped her present and future. You showed me just how primal she is, ruled by the powerful emotions she feels far too strongly — with a sprinkle of just how twisted her mind can be when allowed to roam free. I’m admittedly a bit terrified of her, in the absolute best possible way. I’m thrilled to welcome you and Cat to the GAV family!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Phoebe, but do not hesitate to address me as Pheebs.

Age: 18 years (19 in May)

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: GMT+10 yas she is aussie

Activity Level: I would say I would be able to definitely make it only every second day, if not every day. When I join new rp groups they tend to take up my life and I get way to invested and care about their life more than my own, i thrive for the drama. To give a number, I would say a 6-7 out of 10?

Triggers: REMOVED

Anything Else? Lowkey blessed that you guys took your time getting out the bios and not rushing because i was able to come back from Europe in time for opening lol

IN CHARACTER

Desired Character: I know ya’ll assumed it would be Alessia but SIKE IT’S CATERINA GIORDANO (i fell full in love but who knows you might get multiple apps off me I’m a wild card ya kno)

Describe this character in your own words: As we all know, a person’s backstory is so important to their character and that remains true with Caterina, and to me, I interpret that the most significant part of Caterina’s history is her relationship with her family; specifically her mother. I could write another few paragraphs about the impact her relationships with her siblings shape her but that will come through so much stronger in her character development in the rp as she interacts with her half-brother and sister on the dashboard so right now I want to focus on her mother. As you guys created, she is literally the polar opposite of her mother. Everything that her mother is, Caterina wanted to be reverse of that. When she watched her mother, all Caterina saw was weakness, vulnerability. And being of the Giordano family, knowing all too well of exactly what her aunt and uncle were up to, her mother embarrassed her. How could any self-respecting woman allow herself to be so open to command? How could she even be a mother to Caterina and to Bella if the damn woman couldn’t even leave the house without her father’s approval? Not for Caterina, she would never be like that. And don’t even get me started on her father. To Caterina, who thrives off the game her uncle built, who looks into the eye of destruction and licks her lips, who would literally go to no stop to reign supreme in the name of chaos, her father all but walked away from the opportunity. Her parents are weak. Weak is a word Caterina never wants to be associated with, and the reason of that lives in her DNA. She was raised by weak, and she only came out stronger than both of her parents put together. If anything, the only time Caterina’s eyes brightened up in the conversation with her father was when he spoke of his first wife, Adelia. Caterina felt like she was robbed of the vicious mother that Stefano got to be the spawned from. At least he got to have at least one respectable parent.

There’s a line from Caterina’s biography “she’s the kind that laughs at your pain, and cries at your happiness.” I literally would go ride and die with this. Cat, as stated, is a very primal character. I wouldn’t place Cat as being the type of girl who has no emotions, no. Caterina’s emotions are powerful. They’re passionate, and strong and the size of fucking tsunamis. I view Cat as a very jealous person, when it says cries at your happiness, she is literally the type that when an other succeeds at anything, something that has nothing to do with Cat or her motives, it still drives her insane. Another person’s success is another threat to Caterina and her ambition. When someone else is smiling, she wants to take it away. She’s the destruction, she’s the hurricane. She’s Caterina fucking Giordano and she is what you are afraid of.

I live for the quality in Caterina that drives on impulse. She isn’t like Stefano, who is calculative and thinks his actions through; she is like a lion in the jungle. When she sees her prey she will lunge and rip into its throat before she has time to think anything else about it. Her actions strive purely on instinct, and that’s why she’s so lethal. Granted, you have to be wary of those who plan their attacks, who take time to think it through and know exactly where to bite; which is why her and Stefano make such a powerful team. But who wants to be inside a cage with a loose jaguar and not know at what moment they decide it’s time to kill you?

What are this character’s motives? What drives this character? What are their goals? It’s the fire inside Caterina that creates such a chaotic character and her own ambition that feeds the flame. Her main goal is to lead the empire her family built. She is the only one who could master the game better than the creator himself. Her aggressive emotions and her undeniable love for chaos would lead the Giordano name further into history and not leave any cracks in the mix for anyone to screw up their family again, as her uncle had already allowed. Caterina and Stefano are a team, as fearless and unpredictable as the girl might be, she wouldn’t abandon the power that her and her half-brother created together. Her motives are engraved into their plans, into their success, and as unattainable as she knows herself to be on her own, she knows that with Stefano’s qualities, that could be what leads her to her success on the thrown.

What potential plots do you foresee for this character? Where do you see this character’s story going? What potential storylines would you like to explore, both with the character themselves and as a part of the group as a whole? REMOVED

Would you be open to this character’s death? Though we’d love to keep all characters alive and well in an ideal world, the nature of this group may put some characters’ lives in danger at one point or another. Should your character’s death be necessary for the furthering of the plot, would you be open to the idea of killing them off and working with the admin team to create a new role for you to take on? REMOVED

PARA SAMPLE

“They send me away to find them a fortune..” The words poured out of Caterina’s lips as smoothly as the blood would sweep from a victim’s body. The lullaby she sang electrified her nerves, exciting the blood that flowed through her veins as she thought of those she would visit tonight. Unlike her usual struct that she possessed as she walked through the kingdom that was the Giordano empire, the assertive and self-aware walk that demanded it’s own respect, Cat now would practically dance through her bedroom, her feet light and delicate as she handled her belongings.

Moving through her closet of the extensive range of attire for the multiple occasions that being a Giordano requires of one, Caterina hummed along to the tune of her preparation song, pulling out small, dark, tight pieces of clothing and carrying them out to lay on her bed. “..a chest filled with diamonds and gold,” Caterina wasn’t exactly the most organised dame in Rome; she was more known for her sporadic nature and impulsivity. Although, when it came to this night, to the nights when the darkness wasn’t dark enough and her heartbeat made more noise than the screams of those people who’s voices she stole; tonight she was organised. Stefano taught her this. If things weren’t organised, then everything could go very wrong, very quickly. Caterina of course thought that her brother was over-exaggerating, being a little too serious for her liking. But after awhile, she got used to this routine, and then she started to love it.

It thrilled Cat, seeing it all laid down in front of her. Her own little creation of the chaos that scared most but seduced her own unattainable nature. As she laid down the clothes she was sure would be drenched in blood in a few hours, Caterina’s teeth felt like fangs between her lips. Her eyes moved from the clothes to what sat next to it on her mattress. Her eyes lit up as she sang the lullaby, the weapons her instruments as she bent over to lightly drag her hand over the cool metal. Three machetes laid beside each other, each one bigger than the last as her fingers danced, feeling the curve of the blade. “I’m bigger than my body..” Cat’s hands moved further up the bed, curling around the handle of her G18. The power she felt surge through her body from merely holding such death in her hands brought her more pleasure than most of her lovers. These weapons were where Cat felt normal, comfortable. The only time Caterina Giordano was happy was when she was standing in the middle of complete chaos, and these little things that she held in her hands were Cat’s ticket onto the train to her cyclone. She picked up the handgun, turning around in her chambers to look into the mirror that hung on the wall opposite her bed. “I’m meaner than my demons, I’m bigger than these bones..” Raising her arms, Caterina pointed the gun at the reflection in front of her. She looked at the way her face smiled in response, the way her arms looked as strong as tree trunks with no fear of the death that she held between her palms. Cat welcomed it.

She dropped her arms and placed the gun back onto it’s rightful place on the bed. Running her fingers through her blonde hair, Cat walked over to her dresser. There stood only one picture in her bedroom, it was taken years ago and given to Caterina as a gift. Usually, she would have thrown out such a sappy present but it was the only picture that she considered allowable to keep in her home. Stefano, Caterina and Bella stood side by side, the bright smile on Bella’s face where her lips went practically ear to ear almost blinded Cat whenever she looked at it, or at least that’s what she would tell Bella every time she commented on Cat’s keeping of it. Her own smile in the photograph was gorgeous, yet extremely fake and filled with dark thoughts of how much she wanted to stick that camera up her mother’s ass as she made the three siblings stand together on her father’s birthday. Stefano stood taller than them all, broad and straight with a faint, almost unrecognisable smile, although he still looked handsome with those infamous Giordano traits. Cat looked at the photograph, thinking of Bella and her unchanging innocence, surely one of these days that was going to come and bite her in the ass and Cat would be the one cleaning up the pieces. She turned the photograph down and continued on her routine, picking her lullaby back up into tune and finishing off the ballad.

“And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’..” The words made Cat’s lips twirl into a evil grin as she sang. Digging down underneath her bed, Cat fetched out one black, large bag and placed all her weapons of choice carefully into it’s body. Turning to look at the time, it wasn’t long before she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Perfectly on time, she could never expect anything less from her half brother. “God damn right you should be scared of me..” Cat purred as she walked to open the door. Unlatching every advanced lock that sat on her main entrance, she pulled the door apart and it revealed none other than Stefano on the other side. His face looked as it always did this time of night on this special day; calm, controlled and ready to fuck this city up alongside his sister. Caterina’s lips smiled softly in greeting at him, leaving the door open as she went to her bed and picked up the bag. “..who is in control?”

“Do you still sing that wretched song?” Her brother asked as he stepped inside, looking around the place. Cat always managed to change something about her home in the time before anyone made a second visit. Whether it was throwing away furniture she had grown sick of or painting all her walls into a deep red, Cat never let anything settle in her life for too long.

“You were the one who said I need to have a routine.” She pointed out, moving toward the door and waiting for her brother to join her. “Are you ready?” She asked impatiently, one hand on the doorknob, her feet barely keeping still as her excitement seeped through her lack of composure. Stefano turned back to look at Caterina, his expression obvious.

In those moments, between Caterina locking her door behind her and Stefano and her walking down the hallway and out into the city of Rome, Caterina could swear she felt the city tremble.

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