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tastesousweet · 8 months ago

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⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”

mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!

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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.

“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.

hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.

he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit

“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”

his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”

“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.

“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.

“what?”

“callin’ me your friend?”

“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”

he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.

“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.

you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself

“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”

you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”

as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.

“right, best friend?” you urge some more

he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”

“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”

you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.

"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.

he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.

“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”

you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.

hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"

cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”

“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"

“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”

“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.

hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”

in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”

finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”

“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.

you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.

he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.

#theyre so cutie #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah #thatmartinkid #slushy noobz #slushynoobz #slushy virus #slushy noobz virus

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darknesscreepin · 2 months ago

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choi jiho | c.jh

pairing: dom!reader x sub!jiho

warnings: reader kinda mean, perv!jiho tease, spitting, handjob, exhibitionismish, jiho cries.

summary: choi jiho is a lying loser who can’t seem to stfu so you take matters into you own hands.

you aren’t the type to be overly excited about parties. it’s not like you hated them, but you never benefited from them. the thought of regretful one night stands and hangovers was enough to make you decline your friend’s invite to a party.

“c’mon y/n! it’ll be so funny with you there. seriously, you never come out with us.” kamden, your friend of two years was shamelessly pleading you. you looked past him and saw your other friends silently begging you to go out with them.

after a moment in thought, you finally agreed. it has been a while since you went out and got fucked up—you were nervous for what the night might bring, but excited.

you were at kamden’s house getting ready for the evening. he lived with another mutual friend of yours, brian. the plan was, the three of you ride together, and the rest of your friends meet you there. unfortunately the other half of your group, would be behind schedule, leaving you to venture the party alone. you already knew how things would roll out— kamden would immediately find his way to a beer keg, inevitably brian would follow him and record videos while laughing hysterically.

part of you was wishing you had stayed home, but deep down you acknowledged you needed to get out more. sure, you were kinda nervous. you weren’t used to wandering around a house with dozens of strangers bumping into you. you were usually accompanied by four other people who made the night easier.

you finally accepted the fact that you couldn’t just stand in a corner until your friends arrived. you pushed yourself off a wall and began walking to the kitchen to get a drink. you felt the absence of your friends and decided to get drunk with them, so you poured yourself a non-alcoholic drink. after filling a styrofoam cup with sprite, you spotted a familiar figure in the crowd of bodies.

it looked like choi jiho—he was also a friend of kamden and brian’s. the two of you weren’t exactly civil with each other, so you didn’t consider him a friend. he was especially stuck up, in your opinion, and you were ‘an annoying bitch,’ according to him.

it was weird though—how mean jiho was to you. sure, you hated him, but you tried to avoid him at all costs. jiho on the other hand, went out of his way to bother you. with that thought in mind, you hurriedly began walking in the opposite direction of jiho, but then you heard a voice call out to you.

“y/n!” you stopped and cringed at the familiar voice. “y/n is that you? hey!” you resumed making your way through the crowd until you felt a grip on your wrist.

you looked back and sighed, seeing it was jiho. what could he possibly want?

“you didn’t hear me calling you?” he says, followed by a chuckle.

“no i didn’t hear you, do you need something?” you asked. you figured it’d be best to interact with him once, and to get it over with as fast as possible.

“what do you mean, girl? we’re friends.” girl. friends. the words made you roll your eyes and you went to walk away but, jiho stopped you again.

“let’s go people watch. you’re super judgy so you’ll be great at this.” he said while pulling you away to some random corner. he wasn’t being as crude as he usually was, but he still seemed so passive. jiho lead the two of you to a corner, where you both leaned against a wall. you had a perfect view of everyone who was entering and exiting through the front door, so you made sure to keep a lookout for your friends.

you stood quietly, occasionally sipping on your drink. jiho was currently pointing people out and guessing their life story. you drowned out majority of his words until he spoke in a disgusted tone.

“oh, who the fuck is that dude?” his arm was completely outstretched, index finger clearly on a target. you followed his arm with your eyes and a gasp came out of your mouth.

your eyes landed on a man with dark brown hair, and a sculpted face. your eyes lingered on him—he was beautiful. it took you a moment but you finally noticed your friends were walking in front if him. no, they were walking with him? and towards you and jiho. you had a confused look on your and your face, and you turned your head to look at jiho.

“why the hell is he coming over here?” he was obviously just as confused, but why was he mad?

your friends had finally reached you and you all took turns hugging each other. the guy was just standing behind your friends, watching with a smile on his face. one of your friends noticed you staring and quickly got to talking

“oh my god, sorry for not introducing you guys! y/n this is evan. he’s one of my friends from high school and he came back to town, so y’know, i’m being hospitable.” your friend said, laughing like she just said the funniest thing ever.

you stepped towards evan, outreaching your hand to shake his. you looked up at him, and he smiled.

“nice to meet you y/n. your friends told me how funny you are.” you awkwardly smiled and your eyes shifted towards your friends. they fucking set you up.

“oh did they huh? i can be quite the clown when i wanna be.” you said and forced out a fake laugh. your friends took that as their cue to leave.

“well, we’re gonna go find kammy and brian, you two have fun!” you stood still. there was a smiling evan, standing in front of you— and an arrogant jiho standing behind you. who would you rather be with right now? you didn’t even have to think before grabbing evan’s hand and pulling him to another part of the house. jiho threw his hands up in disbelief and had a “wtf how could you do that to me” look on his face. you just laughed, you didn’t owe him anything. especially not your company.

you and evan finally found your way to the patio outside. the two of you had been talking for about half an hour—learning that you had a lot in common so there a lot to talk about. you couldn’t stop smiling while speaking to him, and you secretly thanked your friends. after a few more minutes you stood up.

“hey, i’m gonna find a bathroom. are you still gonna be here?” you asked, your thumb pointing towards the house. evan smiled at you again.

“of course, where will i go?” you nodded your head and started towards the glass, sliding doors that lead to the patio. on your way in, you spotted jiho walking out. it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong, so you just continued to the bathroom.

as you washed your hands, you laughed. recalling a joke evan just made a few minutes ago. you were excited to get back to him so you rushed your process a bit and dried your hands on your shirt.

on your way back out, you saw jiho again. this time he was sitting in the living room and he had a huge smile on his face. you were confused, and something about him doing that made you angry. you slid the glass door open and saw evan pacing with a frown on his face. your smile dropped and you walked towards him with more urgency. maybe something happened and he had to leave. you finally stopped in front of him and spoke.

“hey, is everything okay?” he looked up at you and gave you a half smile.

“i’m sorry y/n, i didn’t know there was anything going on between you and that jiho guy.” your face scrunched up immediately at what you were hearing.

“wait what-?” your head was shaking vigorously, heart pounding.

“yeah, he just told me about you guys. i wish you would have told me, but i enjoyed talking to you.” he gave you one last smile before walking off. you stood there dumbfounded, trying to piece together what just happened—then you remembered. you remembered seeing jiho walking to the patio when you went to the bathroom.

with your hands balled in fists, you went inside and looked for jiho. you found him getting another drink and stopped.

“let’s go.” you were fuming and you were itching to hurt jiho. he looked at you and laughed.

“let’s go? i’m not gonna fucking follow-“ you grabbed him by his hair mid sentence and started walking towards the bathroom. his hands were holding his head, and he winced in pain.

you twisted the doorknob to the bathroom and pushed jiho in before you. you entered the room and immediately after locking the door, you slapped him.

“what the fuck did you say to him jiho? seriously, why the fuck are you such a loser?” you pushed his chest and he was up against the sink.

“what are you talking about i have no idea-!” you slapped him again, harder than the first. it fell silent and you took time to breathe, try to reassess the situation. your hands were on your hips as you faced away from jiho, eyes locked on the ground.

you took a final deep breath and turned towards jiho again, eyes still on the floor. your eyes slowly panned over jiho from his feet until you met his eyes. you blinked rapidly, in disbelief before your eyes made way back to his crotch.

“are you fucking hard right now!” you looked at jiho and he had a smug expression on his face.

“what the fuck could possibly be causing you to have an erection right now jiho?” you weren’t done yet, and his demeanor made you more upset so you hit him a third time.

your palm made contact with his cheek and you swore you heard a…whine? he’s getting turned on from me hitting him? fucking loser. the realization made you smile and you looked at jiho. if he was gonna fuck up your night, you might as well have some fun.

his eyes were wide and he looked slightly embarrassed. you walked to him and grabbed him by his chin.

“you’re so pathetic jiho, seriously. you get off to girls being mean to you?” your head was tilted to the side and you had a fake pout on your lips. “bet you jerk this cock to the thought of a girl screaming at you huh?” your unoccupied hand grabbed his dick through his pants and he gasped. his eyes went wide again and his cock twitched in your hand.

“so what the fuck did you say to him?” you asked, anger still evident in your voice.

“what did i say to who?” this time he didn’t seem to be acting. he genuinely already appeared dumb and fucked out by just a few slaps and groping his cock. you shook your head, jaw dropped at how easy he was.

“what’d you say to evan, dumb boy? what made him believe you and i were a fucking thing?” he shuddered at the name you called him and he looked you in your eyes.

“i told him how much we fucked and stuff. told him you spent a few weeks at my family’s beach house over the summer.” your mouth opened and you brought the hand that was gripping his chin, to his hair. you pulled his head back and felt yourself getting hot.

“i would never fuck you jiho. you know why? cause you’re a fucking perv that doesn’t know how to talk to women!” you heard another vulnerable noise come from jiho and you paused. never in a thousand years, did you think seeing choi jiho in such a compromising manner would turn you on. the way he answered you truthfully, the noises, his expression—it all made you want him.

“take off your pants right now.” you demanded. for a moment he snapped out of his daze and looked at you as if you admitted to a mass murder.

“now. or i’ll leave this room.” after hearing that threat, he quickly moved to take his pants off. you nodded at him and tapped his chest.

“take this off too.” you said, referring to his shirt. he lifted the article above his head and it fell to the ground. he had everything off excluding his underwear and you took a step back, looking at him. his waist was defined and you caught yourself staring. he sheepishly moved his body, as if to hide from you and you smiled.

you put your hand on one side of his waist and whispered in his ear.

“i didn’t know you were so pretty choi. if only you could just keep that mouth shut, i would’ve given you a chance a long time ago.” your tongue flicked against his ear and he let out a small breath.

“lying about fucking me. so stupid, you could have asked. who knows i probably would’ve said yes.” your hand inched under the waistband of his underwear and rested on his dick.

“i woulda milked this cock if you were nicer, hmm.” you slowly started moving your hand up and down his length. “but you’re so mean, so annoying to me.” jiho’s mouth was open and he looked you in you eyes, taking in everything you were saying. you could feel precum leaking onto your hand.

“i just like you.” his voice was small and airy. his eyes were locked in on yours and he looked desperate.

“you like me, so every time i’m in your presence you make me want to hurt you? you don’t know how to talk to a fucking girl?” you asked, quickening your pace. his breathing also picked up and he put a hand on your shoulder to support himself.

“i mean look at you—you have me in a bathroom trying to get you to cum. i was just hitting you and you were being so slutty for me.” jiho threw his head back at your words and you pulled his cock out from the fabric restricting it. you put both of your hands on his length and started slowly pumping again.

“look at you, dumb boy. so much to say any other time, but you’re just trying to focus on getting your dick drained.” you shook your head and jutted out your bottom lip.

jiho just whined. his whines were high and strained, like he using his last breath to get them out—it was so hot, watching him react. the way he squirmed, the way he’d grip the side of the sink, and place his hands onto yours. he was so out of it.

“i think i’m gonna cum.” his voice was small, filled with air. you looked at him and saw his eyes were now filled with tears, his expression was pleading. you didn’t want the fun to be over just yet, so you denied him of his orgasm.

“oh you better not cum. wanna see you cry, jiho. bet you look so pretty when you cry, yeah?” your tone was so mocking, it made jiho almost embarrassed. you continued stroking him faster, while bringing your other hand to his tip. your thumb grazed back and forth, over his slit in a constant motion.

jiho’s mouth fell open, you could see drool pooling from the corner of his pretty lips. you felt his hips bucking into your fist so you decided to stop moving your hands. he looked down at you and shook his head. his eyes gathered more tears while he began to protest.

“why’d you stop? i was so close. please.” he was so needy—but not enough. you wanted him to break him. so every time you saw him in public, he’d remember how you made him cry and beg for you.

“no no, not yet. open your mouth really fast.” you didn’t expect him to actually do what you said, but a smile stretched across your face when you saw his tongue hanging out of his mouth. you pressed a kiss to the very corner of his mouth and began to gather saliva in your mouth. you placed both hands on his face and brought it close to yours. with your thumb on his bottom lip, you let a string of spit slowly make it’s way into his mouth. a moan escaped his throat as soon as the saliva touched his tongue. the way he looked at you now was so much different to the way he did before. all your other encounters with jiho, he always glared at you, eyes low, eyebrows furrowed, and lips upturned.

now, he looked at you in awe. his pupils were dilated, sweat was beading on his forehead, and it seemed like he’d do anything you asked. you decided to test that theory and make him do a few things.

“if you really wanna cum, i think you’d just touch yourself for me.” his face immediately fell to a frown.

“no y/n please, i need you to touch me, please.” hearing your name come out of his mouth, so vulnerably made you indescribably horny. you still stood your ground.

“but i wanna see how jiho touches himself. need to see how you make yourself feel good. so dumb, do you even know how to use that cock?” you saw his eyes light up and his dick twitched in his lap.

“i love the way you talk to me.” his hands gripped his leaking dick and he began to stroke, long and slow. a few hisses could be heard coming from him. his dick was turning a light shade of red, and he was getting overstimulated from the sensations. still he didn’t stop. his movements gradually sped up and he became sloppier. he was alternating between hands, his moans were getting louder, but thankfully drowned out by the music.

“please. please y/n, can i cum for you?” his eyes were fluttering, and the tears finally broke free. he let out a high pitched whine and licked his lips. “please touch me. want to cum for you, please.”

watching the continuous flow of tears stream down his face, satisfied you. you stepped towards jiho and replaced his hand with yours. one of his arms was thrown around your shoulder as he supported himself against you. your grip on his dick was so deliciously tight, he welcomed the feeling. his breathing was getting heavier and you could tell he was getting close. you quickened your pace and used the palm of your other hand to massage his red, mushroom head. his lip jutted out and his eyes were so glossy.

“y/n please. i’m gonna cum.” you knew he couldn’t hold on any longer so you allowed him to cum. whispering degrading things in his ear.

“oh look at that, you stupid puppy. getting your nasty cum all over my hand.” his body shook against yours and he wrapped both hands around your neck as you continued to slowly pump him. whimpers left his mouth and he continued to squirt his cum onto your hand and on the bathroom floor. you kissed his neck, and wet cheeks as he was coming down from his high. he wasn’t getting aftercare so you figured that was the least you could do.

jiho slowly removed himself from you and you could tell he was embarrassed. you laughed, watching him put his clothes on while you washed your hands.

“uh…if you’d be down to ever do that again, we so could. like i mean if you want to, cause it’s up to you, y’know.” jiho said shyly. his tone was soft and his hair was still damp on his forehead. a smile came across your face as you thought for a second. you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing jiho like that again, but why let him know that?

“we’ll see, cutie. also clean your cum off the floor.” you said pointing to the puddle he left. you opened the door to the bathroom and quickly ran out, getting as far away from it as possible. it’s not like this is one of the regretful one night stands—if you could call it that, but you were super giddy. i mean you just made choi jiho cry for you.

you found your friends after a few minutes of wandering. you guys spent the rest of the night getting fucked up and you totally didn’t do anything you regretted.

the next morning you woke up and checked your phone. you had a instagram dm request from an account.

choicestickji : can i take you out sometime?

what the fuck did you get into?

a/n: this is so not how i imagine jiho being towards someone he likes but i loved this scenario sm. also i had to make evan as vague as possible cause this isn’t about him😝ummm originally i wanted this to be a oneshot but i might make another part hmmm💭

#sub!idol #sub!kpop #ampers&one #kpop smut #ampersandone #sub!amperson&one #ampersandone jiho #ampers&one jiho #choi jiho #sub!jiho #sub!choijiho #ineedhim

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munson-blurbs · 2 years ago

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Thot of the day: reader is obsessed with Eddie's lips, she has the biggest fattest crush on him, maybe he's a costumer in her cafe, they often speak/flirt and she watches him greedily, thinking about what those lips could do on her. She often fantasizes about making him sucking her fingers while she rides him. Well, she's determined to make him hers 🫠

Combined with this anon req:

Hello hello hello! I love your blog! may I please request a little smutty thing of Eddie losing his mind over fem reader having a tongue piercing when she's going down on him?

I took some liberties and made some changes so Eddie is more subby; hope that's okay!

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), teeny mention of breeding kink, subby!Eddie

WC: 2.5k

Eddie hadn’t even meant to meet you.

He’d only stumbled into the café in a feeble attempt to get out of the pouring rain after the wind snapped his umbrella inside out. The goal was to get to the nearest McDonald’s for lunch, since he’d forgotten his sandwich at home, but the weather had other plans.

“Shit shit shit,” he’d muttered, shaking out the umbrella haphazardly before giving up and chucking it in the trash. There was no way he was walking anywhere else, so he wiped his hands on his jeans—which were now stuck to his thighs—and approached the counter to get a better look at the menu.

“What can I get for you?” A voice greeted him, coming out from behind the espresso machine. You gave him a small smile as you grabbed a notepad to jot down his order.

“Um,” Eddie’s full attention was on you, rather than his food options. “Do you serve coffee here?”

You gestured at the bags of coffee beans lining the counter. “What gave it away?” you’d asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He could smack himself—it’s a café, of course there’s coffee. “I mean, I’ll have a large coffee, cream and sugar.” That’s what Wayne gets whenever they go to the diner, so he chooses the same.

“Mhm,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows. “Anything to eat?” You pointed to the small chalkboard hanging behind you. “If you need help sounding out any of the words, let me know.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Are you calling me dumb?” he’d balked. “What kind of customer service is this?” But he was smiling, and his silly, overly dramatic nature had you giggling.

That’s when he saw it.

The black stud, perfectly adorning the center of your tongue. It flicked against your teeth as you’d told him, “the chicken pesto panini is my favorite.” There was no response from the curly-haired metalhead before you. You’d squinted slightly, waving your hand in front of his face. “Hello? You good?”

“Wha—oh, yeah,” he’d stammered bashfully, breaking from his trance. “I’ll have that, then. The, uh, the chicken thing.”

“So, one coffee and one chicken thing?” you’d teased him. “And who’s this for?”

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion. “It’s for me?” It comes out as a question.

“And does ‘me’ have a name?” You laughed again. He didn’t even care that you were laughing at him, not with him. He’d say or do nearly anything to get a glimpse of your tongue and that godforsaken piercing.

“Oh, uh, Eddie. Eddie is my name,” he says lamely.

“Eddie. Got it.” You’d written his name on the side of the Styrofoam cup in permanent marker. He’d felt himself stiffen against his zipper when you’d said his name aloud. He wanted to hear you moan it, scream it, over and over.

From that moment on, Eddie is totally smitten. He stops by the café for his coffee every morning on his way to work at the record store. The burgeoning caffeine addiction is worth getting to talk to you for just a few seconds.

After a week of flustered half-conversations, he finally works up the nerve to ask you an actual question.

“Are you from around here? Like, from Hawkins?” It’s clunky and awkward, but it’s a start.

“Kinda?” You chuckle at his puzzled expression. “I lived here until my parents divorced when I was fourteen, right before I started high school. Then I went to live with my dad in Chicago until I started college last year.”

“That’s cool–I mean, it’s not cool that your parents split up, that sucks, but it’s cool that you lived in Chicago and go to college and stuff.” Good God, stop talking, Eddie wills himself, practically clamping his lips shut in an attempt to cut off his babbling. “What brings you back?”

You give an exasperated sigh. “My mom insisted I spend the summer with her; she wants to ‘reconcile our misgivings’ or whatever bullshit line Oprah fed her.” Eddie takes note of your eye roll when you speak about your mother. “So she set me up with this job while she drags me to family therapy once a week.” You pull a cup from the pile in front of you. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, trying to find another topic to keep the conversation from ending. “Where do you go to college?”

Your smile melts him, and he has to grip the counter to keep his knees from buckling. “The Pratt Institute. It’s in New York City,” you elaborate.

Eddie’s jaw drops. “No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “I’ve always wanted to go to New York, but to actually live there? That’s fuckin’ awesome!”

“My mom wasn’t thrilled,” you confess through gritted teeth. “She never liked that I wanted to pursue art as a career. It was always, ‘make it a hobby so you can get a real job.’” You slide his cup towards him. “It’s like, she disapproves of everything that I do: what I study, friends I hang out with, people I’ve dated.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?” The question spills out before he can think it through, hoping you don’t pick up on his eagerness.

You shake your head. “Single as ever,” you reply chipperly. “Why, you putting in an application?” Your tongue sneaks past your teeth, just enough to show off the piercing.

A blush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks at your proposition. “Maybe? If you’re interested? If not, I can just pay for my coffee and go.”

You tilt your head, musing his proposition. “I’d be lying if I said I was looking for something serious right now,” you begin, watching his shoulder sag dejectedly, “but my boss doesn’t get here for another hour, if you wanna fool around in the back?”

Eddie’s eyes almost pop out of his head. “You wanna fool around…with me?” He doesn’t wait for your response as he hoists himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of cups and the basket of sugar packets. “I’ll clean that up later,” he mumbles, dragging you to the door marked “employees only.”

His hands are relentless, like he can’t decide where to put them first. First, he cups your cheeks as he presses his lips to yours, but determines that that’s too intimate for the occasion. He brings his palms up your shirt, messily groping at your tits through your bra. “S’perfect,” he growls as he bites your neck. You can feel him twitching in his jeans, and you grind up against him. The groan that leaves his mouth is downright pornographic.

Your tongues intertwine as he pushes you against the door. He tastes like stale cigarettes and the sip of coffee he just had. His knee instinctively slips between your legs, angled perfectly for you to rub yourself on it.

“You ever get head from someone with a tongue piercing before?” When he shakes his head dumbly, you take the opportunity to continue taunting him. “Oh, sweet boy; have you ever gotten head from anyone before?”

“N-No,” Eddie admits. “But I’d like to change that.”

You giggle at his candid confession, fingers toying with his belt buckle. He hisses at the mere brush of your hands against his clothed erection. Pulling his pants and boxers down as you drop to your knees, you watch in awe as his thick cock smacks against his stomach, leaving a pre-cum stain on his Dio shirt. “Damn, these Hawkins girls don’t know what they’re missing,” you tell him. You lean over, spitting on his pink tip and collecting the saliva back in your mouth as you lick up his shaft.

The piercing feels like absolute heaven on the ridges of his dick. You trace along the vein as you take as much of him in your mouth as you can. He’s huge.

“Holy shit, holy fuckin’ shit,” Eddie breathes, digging his ringed fingers into your hair. “Please keep going, please please please.”

Never one to turn down the chance to torture, you let go of his cock with a pop. “What was that, baby?” You give a mischievous smirk.

Eddie looks like he’s about to cry at the loss of contact. “No, don’t stop; need you,” he whines, jutting out his lower lip reflexively.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” You take him back in your mouth, sucking him off while playing with his balls. He’s not expecting that, and he bucks his hips into you, making you gag.

“‘M sorry,” he whispers, pulling back slightly to let you breathe. “Didn’t mean to…” He spins a ring on his finger anxiously.

“Maybe I like choking on you,” you murmur, grasping his softening length in your lithe fingers and pumping it, watching it stiffen in your hand. “You know what else I’d like?” He hums his response. “I’d like you to cum in my mouth. Y’think you can do that for me?”

You’re shocked when he shakes his head no. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he mumbles, hoping you’ll get the hint. “Tryna hold out so, y’know…”

You lick your lips and sneer. “Honey, I bet you can get it back up in under five minutes, if that.” Swirling your tongue over his angry red tip, and grabbing his thighs, you bring him to his climax. He spills into your mouth, moaning your name so loudly you’re worried a rogue customer might hear.

Eddie gently withdraws, and you part your lips to show him his cum on your tongue. The black stud makes the perfect centerpiece as you swallow his load.

A string of his cum lingers on your pointer and middle fingers. You consider it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. “You should taste yourself, Eddie,” you murmur. “Taste s’fucking good.” He opens his mouth obediently, sucking on your fingers harshly. His tongue tickles against them, and you shiver.

“You’re…oh my God,” he manages. “Is it too forward to say that you’re perfect?”

“I don’t care what you say, as long as you fuck me right now,” you growl into his ear. You can’t act like he’s the only needy one any longer. Ever since he’d walked into the café, drenched from the rain, you’d wanted him. Wanted his soft, pillowy lips on yours. Wanted him to sink his teeth into your skin until he left marks. Wanted him inside you, filling you up completely.

He nods his head, but the rest of his body seems to freeze in place. He snaps out of it as you bring his hands to the button on your skirt, quickly using his thick fingers to strip you of it and revealing black lace underwear. He practically falls to his knees, kissing your wet pussy through the cloth.

“You’re fucking soaked.” Eddie can’t hide the awe in his voice, tugging at the fabric so roughly that it rips. “Oh, shit. ‘M sorry.”

“No, that was really hot,” you tell him breathlessly, mindlessly bringing your middle finger to your throbbing clit. Eddie pushes it away, running his tongue along your folds. He’s eager but timid, so you encourage him. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Oh, that’s it—right there,” you wail as he finds your hole. His thumb is rubbing frantic circles on your sensitive bud, not stopping until you cum so hard, your toes curl.

“Fuck—yes—Eddie—I’m coming—f’you,” you manage, throwing your head back and biting your fist to muffle your screams. Sweat drips down the side of Eddie’s neck. “Worked so hard for me, didn’t you?” you coo, resuming your dominance. “C’mere; you ready to cum again?” His boner speaks for itself, twitching up against him.

You lean your stomach against the cool countertop, mentally reminding yourself to sanitize it tonight. “‘S not ideal, but it’ll do,” you say. A lot of people want their first time to be in a bed, or on a beach, gazing lovingly into their partner’s eyes. Well, Eddie Munson was going to lose his virginity by fucking you from behind in the café kitchen, but you doubt he’s complaining.

“I d-don’t have, um, protection.” He winces at his awkwardness, massaging the nape of his neck.

“Relax. I’m on the pill.” When he shoots you a dubious glance, you laugh. “Do I look like I wanna have your babies?” His eyebrows raise at the thought of it. “Oookay, we’ll unpack that another time. For right now, for the love of God, put your dick inside me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eddie sets himself behind you, sliding into your waiting pussy. “So tight; takin’ me so good.” He pinches his face together in ecstasy.

You press your palms into the counter. “Harder. I l-like it rough.” He takes direction well, pistoning into you and grabbing your ponytail. “Yes, Eddie. Pull my hair. Fucking yank it.” You clench around his length as you feel the familiar strain on your scalp.

“Can’t—hold—out,” Eddie groans. He wants to make you cum again, but his orgasm is just too close, and he finds himself spilling into you for the second time today. “Thassit. Take it. Take my cum, just like that.” He keeps thrusting even as he gets softer, fucking his seed into you. When he comes down from the high, he’s immediately embarrassed. “You didn’t get to—”

But he’s interrupted by the sound of the bell jingling, signaling an incoming customer. “Y/N? Where are you, dear?” a voice calls out.

Eddie knows that voice. He knows it all too well.

You roll your eyes. “Ugh, my mom’s here. I forgot she said she was gonna visit me at work today.” You pull your skirt back up to your waist, fasten it quickly, and secure your hair back in its tie.

Your…mom? But that sounded like…

Without thinking, Eddie follows you, adjusting himself and fixing his belt as he walks. There’s no way…

“Edward? I didn’t know you worked here with my daughter!”

You turn to Eddie, confused. “How do you know my mom?”

But the older woman answers for him. “Oh, we know each other very well. Mr. Munson took English with me three times over. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Mrs. O’Donnell,” he replies miserably. “But I finally graduated this year.”

“And thank God for that,” Mrs. O’Donnell scoffs. “Do me a favor and stay away from my daughter. She doesn’t need any more bad influences in her life.”

Something comes over Eddie—maybe it’s his pure rage towards his former teacher; maybe it’s the confidence he feels from losing his virginity—but he steps closer to you and grabs your ass through your skirt. “Not a problem. I think my work here is done, anyway.”

Mrs. O’Donnell practically faints on the spot. “What—what do you—oh, for heaven’s sake, please don’t tell me you two are dating.”

“Oh, no, we’re not dating,” you smirk, waiting for her to relax before dropping the bomb: “We’re just sleeping together.”

Eddie grins, leaning over to kiss you possessively. “See you tomorrow? Same time and place?” He winks at Mrs. O’Donnell, still in shock from your blunt admission. “Don’t worry; I passed sex ed the first time.”

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therimmerexperience · 3 months ago

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Smegtober- Day 7 (Sacrifice)

“I need to go home,” Ace, Rimmer, told Wildfire, his voice nasal and whiny; he was ready to be himself again.

“As you wish,” replied the disembodied voice from the cockpit, her tone, as always, indifferent and cold. She scanned her dimensional records with a beep.

Rimmer's eyes widened in disbelief as he laughed bitterly, “it was that easy? You could have taken the others home at any time too?”

“Yes, Arnold,” she replied, still indifferent.

“Why?” He tore the wig from his head, tossing it to the arm of his chair and missing. He left it on the ground.

“Why what?”

“Why did you never take any of the others back?” He glowered at Wildfire's control panel as if she could see him, as if she had the capacity to care. If he had known, if any of them had known, that they could have just asked to go home, the Ace Rimmer grave planet would be a ring system short of a war memorial.

“They never asked,” she, once again, answered plainly.

Rimmer shook his head, opening his mouth though the strained feeling in the back of his throat prevented anything from escaping. Eventually, he gave up. Lecturing an unemotional machine on human decency seemed redundant. He felt foolish for even getting upset at her.

“Just take me home.” He finally relented.

Wildfire buzzed, a swell of blue expanding in the ink before them and swallowing them whole, spitting them back out in a similar blotchy scene, speckled with stars, only with one major difference; a large spacecraft hung in the sky to the right of Wildfire, dusty rouge and just as tasteless and magnificent as he remembered it. It was home.

Boarding the dwarf, stepping, for the first time in decades, onto the landing bay, he was greeted by Kryten first, the rest of the crew behind him, his head wider and his body a brighter shade of silver than before. He had aged. Could mechanoids age? Rimmer pushed away the thought. It made him feel old.

“Mr Ace!” he gushed, a veil of perplexion shrouding his features while his eyes scanned the wig pressed curls on Rimmer’s head. A smug, knowing smile tugged at Lister’s cheeks, the creases around his mouth deeper than Rimmer remembered, his eyes lined, crows feet forming in the corners. He pulled him into a tight hug, much like when he had first left though Lister definitely felt softer. Rimmer supposed time had done the same to him too.

Red Dwarf itself had changed. Rimmer had noted all of the small differences mentally while on his way to Lister’s room: hallways seemingly stretched further, the ceilings panels no longer resembled styrofoam and he could have sworn there never used to be that many elevators. He wondered if the diesel desks had changed. His next spontaneous getaway the next time someone fell ill would surely be more interesting than the time Lister contracted space mumps- for one, he had an actual body now.

Looking around, Rimmer felt like he was in a funhouse, the room distorted compared to the one in his memory; he was still trying to wrap his head around the nanobot resurrection, let alone the changes the resurrection had caused; since when were bunkrooms that big? It was remarkable how pleasantly sized beds were supposed to be before the JMC budget cuts. He shrugged off his hideous silver flight jacket, throwing it out into the middle of the room and watching it dissolve into light before it hit the floor.

“So,” he turned to Lister, who was slumped in a chair by the table, “Where did the other me go? The one who was resurrected.”

“He’s hiding,” The scouser chucked, “down in the cargo decks. I think he’s scared you're here to replace him.”

Rimmer settled in the chair opposite Lister’s, resting his hands lackadaisically on the surface in front of him and shooting him a playfully suspicious glance, “and why would he think that?”

“Because that's what I told him,” He grinned idiotically, much like he used to back in his twenties, “It’s not my fault he believed me.”

Rimmer couldn't help but smile in return, “I was never that much of a tremendous coward, was I?”

“Well, he is only human.”

They stewed in silence for a moment. Considering his next words carefully before he let them tumble from his tongue, Rimmer pressed his mouth into a straight line, his brow creasing. He watched his former crewmate tap anxiously on the metal tabletop expectantly for a while.

“He won't want to take Wildfire,” Lister beat him to it, still tapping, “I think he's worse than you were.”

Rimmer nodded; he knew exactly what he had meant by ‘worse’; he was less adjusted, more cowardly, meaner and so much more bitter- all of the things that made Rimmer 'worse’ than most other people. A hand slid over the top of one of Rimmer's, brushing its thumb over his reassuringly and squeezing it lightly. Lister’s eyes met his, unchanged, still the same shade of brown they always had been: a sickly sweet hue of honey.

“I don’t want to leave,” the hologram admitted sheepishly, withdrawing his hands, “I’ve been Ace too long, Listy. Longer than any other Rimmer.”

“I’m sure I can convince him to give it a go,” he winked, “I’ve done it before.”

—-

Rimmer climbed into the cockpit of Wildfire, gaudy, senset blonde wig askew and flight jacket rubbing the wrong way on his skin; he wasn't ready. He waved to the man who looked just like him, who saluted in return, the H on his forehead shimmering in the light of the landing bay. Lister smiled thankfully, a semblance of guilt on the curl of his lips. How could Rimmer have said no? It wasn't as though he truly belonged here. He was merely a spare part.

“Come on, old love,” Nano-Rimmer prompted Wildfire in an Ace impersonation, still yet to be perfected, “We better be off.”

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klxudykai · 5 months ago

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★ fame dr intro ★

name: (cr name)

nickname(s): kai, kaine

age: 24

birthday: 05.16.00 (dr is set in 2024)

zodiac: taurus

positive traits: creative, funny, athletic, passionate, honest, loyal, artistic

negative traits: stubborn, moody, blunt

likes: cows, tea, music, food, art, sleep, fashion

dislikes: potatoes, styrofoam

hobbies: playing guitar (both acoustic and electric), drawing, singing, dancing, aerial

skills: singing, dancing, drawing, playing guitar, aerial

my guitars:

career backstory: I started writing my own songs at the age of 15 and singing at the age of 7. I started to post song covers and the songs I wrote on YouTube and Instagram after I turned 16 and after 5 months of doing so I was recognized by Def Jam Records (chose a random ass record label I don't know man) who I later signed with a year later.

stage name: KAINE.

genre(s): r&b/soul, teen pop, alternative/indie, hip-hop/rap

inspired by: Brandy, Faith Evans, Lauryn Hill, Tupac, Deftones, Beyoncé, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Mary J. Blige, Gwen Stefani, Destiny’s Child, The Weeknd, Jhene Aiko

main aesthetic: y2k, grunge, indie

current label i’m signed with: Def Jam Records

microphone references: (the writing and star is in gold rhinestones and the rest of the mic is in black rhinestones)

discography:

existing singles:

- “drunken lies”

- “spirals”

- “shrinking hands”

- “orange peels”

- “lying thru ur teeth”

- “record player”

future singles:

- “lit blunts”

- “landlines”

existing eps

- "i dont know what you want

- "flu season"

existing albums

- "red bed sheets"

- "glitter guitar"

- "lying thru ur teeth"

future album

- "silence on the valleys"

(future) s/o

name: Jacob Elordi

age: 26

birthday: June 26

how we meet: i ask him to be in my music video for my single

extra: i scripted that he has an eyebrow piercing just like in Saltburn cause oml 🙏🏾

okay thats all i gotta add for my fame dr (i hope i dont get clowned cause of my s/o i was lowkey debating not adding him to this post LMFAO) also excuse the delay, i was in a stump trying to figure out album names and such

#reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #shifting #black shifters #shifters #shifting realities #shifting community #shifting blog #shifting antis dni #kai's drs

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violetmuses · 6 months ago

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Collide - A. Aretas ❤️‍🔥

Title: Collide

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Joining the Miami Police Department leads to more than what's expected. @yeahnohoneybye

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2024

“What's up, rookie?” Detective Mike Lowrey stepped forward as you entered this well-known precinct.

“Stop it.” You laugh this morning while holding another Styrofoam cup.

“He's joining the team today.” Lowrey didn't even mention names for you to notice the reference.

Uh-oh. You thought. It's official.

Handed an opportunity to cut down his time in prison, criminal Armando Aretas would team up with the AMMO squad.

“I'm keeping my guard up.” You lifted your finger and walked away from Mike, working as a distraction.

_____

“Be nice. She's a good person.” Mike's voice echoed again and you turned away from the desktop computer, nosey for a moment.

Wearing black despite facing this heatwave, Armando Aretas showed up.

Rolling both eyes, this man kept moving forward until he crossed the empty desk that's placed not too far away from you.

Nothing. Silence.

You still worked through concentration and remained grateful that awkward small talk hasn't begun yet.

At least Dorn and Kelly know how to smile during the day.

This strong yet pleasing cologne reached your nostrils and the fragrance didn't belong to Mike.

Damn. You quietly lingered in Armando's direction.

The important gun holster strapped around his waist, but he wore this gold necklace around his neck.

Short dark hair took style for once as you remembered his mugshots. Even one decent mustache lined as Aretas shadowed this slight beard.

Turning back near your computer, you knew better than to mess around. Those handsome looks fooled the world just to bring out danger.

“Hey.” Armando greets you for the first time while accented English caught your attention. “You dropped this pen.”

“Oh, thanks.” You nodded and slid the pen back into place on your desk, typing more like nothing happened.

Armando pulled the swivel chair away from his own desk and turned that seat backwards to sit again, resting his arms over while looking at you.

“What's your name again?” He bit his lip, trying to capture your interest through charm.

Unphased, you still tried ignoring Armando, but the cologne peeked its fragrance once more.

Saving your work for a moment, you faced this man just to acknowledge his presence.

“Excuse me for not fawning over you. I prefer guys with clean records.” You told the truth.

“You're a cop. Nobody here runs without problems, all right?” Armando keeps going, but you can't argue in public. "Bonita perra."

After living in Miami for years, you knew exactly what this smart-ass grumbled while organizing his desk.

Armando Aretas just called you a pretty bitch under his breath.

Rather than make a scene, you quickly text Mike for action:

Mike, talk to your son before I slap the taste out of his mouth! 🤬

______

“C'mere right now. ” Mike cornered both of you near his office. “What did you say?”

“We were talking and she doesn't favor my criminal record, so I said that cops aren't perfect either. Then - Bonita perra.” Armando explained.

“So you called a bitch for not trusting everything right away? C'mon, man.” Mike shook his head through disappointment. “Apologize.”

“I'm sorry.” Armando seemed genuine this time around.

“If this team thing is going to work, watch your mouth.” You warned Aretas and stepped out of the room.

Armando turned his head, observing how you walked away.

“Uh-uh!” Mike realized the gesture and caught his son peeking at your curves. “We just talked about this.”

“She's fine. What am I supposed to do?” Armando stopped himself from laughing.

“Never stare. Makes you look like a creep.” Mike corrected his son.

“Okay.” Slyly taking Mike's gum, Armando pocketed the candy before leaving to see you again.

“Hey!” Lowrey realized, just able to laugh and roll both eyes for a second.

____

Missions wouldn't take place yet. Mike wanted to see how you and Armando would fare through lunch first.

Seated at this local restaurant, you're placed across from Lowrey and his longtime partner Marcus Burnett. Armando perched nearby.

“Don't fight again.” Mike warned you and Armando once drinks reached the table.

“I'm innocent.” You lifted both hands while facing Mike.

When meals settled for everyone, silverware clanked.

“So weird. She's never this quiet.” Marcus acknowledged your silence at the table.

“Food is her distraction, remember?” Mike whispered.

“I know.” Mike sighed and looked toward Marcus again.

“What did Armando call her? I missed the battle this morning.” Marcus was late to your argument at their station.

“A Bonita perra.” Mike then rolled his eyes once more.

“Pretty bitch.” Marcus shook his head while repeating the term in English. “Armando's fresh just like you.”

“Told him already.” Mike drank water. “Caught this fool watching her walk away, too.”

“He's been stuck in prison for years.” Marcus continued whispering. “Not saying it's right, but at least they ain't fucking.”

Mike glanced over to see you and Armando listening to everything!

“Oh, shit! My bad.” Marcus immediately realized his screw-up.

“I wouldn't mind, though.” Armando winked toward you as Mike nearly cringed.

Marcus shrugged and covered the bill to leave with this group.

______

The very first case that you would solve together detailed an absolute nightmare.

Law enforcement agencies claimed that Conrad Howard muddled with the cartel for years.

Yet, Lowrey and Burnett wanted to prove Cap’s innocence as soon as possible, refusing such a terrible lie.

“Cap was framed.” You realize, looking over info as AMMO tech genius Dorn loaded virtual screens for that mission.

“James McGrath: Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent. Tortured before joining the cartel himself.” Dorn pointed out several highlights.

“Let's go.” You stand up to move and capture this monster, but Armando catches your wrist and locks eye contact.

Everyone working for the AMMO squad freezes, ready to protect you.

“Nothing goes forward without me.” Armando put his foot down.

“Help us out, then.” You pull yourself away from this man.

The process dragged already.

_____

"Eres tan terco.” Calling you stubborn in Spanish, Armando found the back seat as Mike continued driving. Marcus took his passenger space again.

“Maybe if you hadn't disrespected me this morning, I'd feel better.” You defended yourself.

“Let it go, Spark! He apologized.” For once, Mike almost yelled from the driver's seat and brought up one of your nicknames.

Given no other choice, you shut up and awaited this drop on McGarth.

_______

Henchmen for McGarth frequented one of the nightclubs located downtown, so this AMMO squad dressed among Miami's finest patrons.

“Let's pretend to be a couple. It'll keep people distracted.” Armando looped his sleeved arm around your shoulder.

“Uh-huh.” Facing Armando, you played along for this mission. Mike and Marcus chatted with the suits lurking upstairs in that VIP section.

“All jokes aside, you're beautiful and I really do apologize for what happened.” Armando whispered between flashing spotlights.

“Thank you.” This true smile reached your own face. Battling wouldn't fix anything.

“Call me?” Armando beamed close to your ear, bridging the gap of reality and fiction once more.

“Okay.” You laugh, tickled when scuff reaching his slight beard touches your cheek.

Brave, you reach and hold Armando's face with both hands, still amused on the dance floor.

Just as your favorite song echoed from one of these South Beach DJs, gunshots rang out.

On instinct, you duck with Armando and clutched his hand, no longer thinking of the mission.

Survival waits at this forefront now.

“Get out of there, Spark!” Mike shouted through your veiled earpiece.

Still holding hands with Armando, you rush outside and hope to find the escape vehicle, but Dorn hasn't pulled up.

“Shit! Jump one of the vehicles, Armando. You scrambled near one sedan, terrified.

“C'mon!” Aretas gritted his teeth and tried to score this getaway.

Bingo! That engine revved to life and hopped this passenger seat, leaving Mike and Marcus in the dust.

Even your cell phones ring from respective pockets, but you don't care anymore, simply wishing to escape alive.

_____

In an effort to keep hiding, you take Armando to your apartment.

“Nice crib.” Despite handling this situation, he compliments your place while glancing around the living room.

“Thank you.” You removed these heels and finally checked your phone, noticing an immediate text message:

Mike - We lost McGarth! Lay low and meet up for a new plan tomorrow morning.

“Dammit!” You tossed your phone across this room, but Armando caught that device in his palm.

Though not always expressing himself, Armando still wanted to help you.

“Tomorrow.” Aretas stepped closer to you and put your phone down on the coffee table. “It's one setback, but we'll get ‘em. Kay?”

“You have more faith than me right now.” You said, frustrated.

“Can't give up. I never have.” Armando continued speaking.

“Fair enough.” You cleared your throat. “I have a guest room if you want space.”

“I'll take the couch instead.” Aretas declined your offer. “Faster escape.”

“Good point.” You nodded, but settled in your private bedroom.

____

“I thought you'd stay on the couch.” At least your offered breakfast the next day and caught Armando leaving your guest room this time.

“I took a shower in your guest room and fell asleep.” Aretas hid one smile.

You'd quietly noticed that Armando wore this tank top underneath the dark outfit from last night. His gun holster returned and veiled near black pants.

“We might as well eat something.” You gestured at the kitchen table and sat down with him, trying to accept this calm before the storm.

______

Jackpot!

McGarth lurked with his crew from an old alligator theme park.

“Shit!” Armando whispered past his moment to swear as you moved through spots from enclosed water.

“What?” You gently questioned him and still raised your weapon.

This echoing growl caught your senses and truth slammed down: Real alligators shadowed, too.

“Don't move.” Armando plans to keep you both alive.

Just before you could say goodbye to everything, this alligator steered away, moving toward other voices.

“Spark!” Mike shouted your nickname over the rickety bridge. One large rope dropped down, pulling you and Armando from this water.

“Where are they?” You breathe after gaining balance with the AMMO squad.

To make matters even worse during the mission, McGarth kidnapped Howard's daughter Callie and Mike's wife Christine.

“This way!” Mike called, prompting everyone to run behind him.

_____

“I need you to trust me.” Another wild fight led the path toward Callie, but Armando nearly bled out, limping as you tried to keep his walk in place.

“I know, I know, c'mon…” Your heart dropped while Armando clenched through genuine pain for once.

Mike and Marcus stand with the bruised AMMO squad as this destination looms steps away.

“I'm here.” Mike promised. Nearly falling against trees, Armando noticed his father, exhausted.

“Your wife…” Armando struggled.

“We got Christine, man. She's all right now.” Mike told the truth as Christine Lowrey emerged beside Marcus.

“Freeze, Aretas!” Judy Howard popped from between daylight brushes and planned to kill Armando for revenge.

“No, Mom! Don't shoot. Armando saved my life. Please!” Callie lifted both hands instead, but you blocked the young girl as well

“Judy, listen.” You just want to negotiate. “I know you're upset right now, but please put this gun down. Enough people died today.”

McGarth finally dropped through several gunshots and other casualties lined up around the theme park.

“All of you should get out of here before I change my mind.” Lowering that firearm, Judy Howard discharged this moment and hugged Callie, thanking so much for her daughter's survival

______

Mike originally planned on sending Aretas back to Mexico, but you had another idea.

“Where's the ice cream, mami?” Armando left your guest room while shirtless and rooted that fridge again.

“Stop taking my ice cream.” You quickly roll both eyes and kiss his cheek.

Safe at last, you could stay together now.

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malapertmarquess · 11 months ago

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*"Cat" includes all species of big cat for plushy purposes.

#polls #hyperspecific polls

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ragsy · 27 days ago

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"20230823-EHA-TD-01" | ~1,800 words

I like writing fake official documents and I wanted to expand on Kenny's time immediately after re-appearing in the world. So I made them both happen in the same fic. ENJOY 👇

CONFIDENTIAL

PARANATURAL AND TRANSDIMENSIONAL INVESTIGATION ADMINISTRATION

ANOMALY 20230823-EHA-TD-01

ANOMALY INTERACTIONS VOICE TRANSCRIPTION: ROOM 145H

INTRODUCTION:

This is the transcription of the Anomaly Interactions Voice Recording from the Anomaly 20230823-EHA-TD-01 investigation. The automated system records continually while the assigned room (145H) is occupied by a registered anomaly. Periods of time where no audible speech was recorded have been omitted from this record.

20230823-EHA-TD-01 was admitted to Prairie Skies Hospital (Bridgeport) on Sunday, August 20, 2023 after appearing on a local's doorstep the previous morning. Medical staff reported disorientation, confusion, aphasia, and possible dissociation. Results of physical examination were within normal parameters for patient's apparent age (estimated 60-70 years old). Arthritis, hypertension, and poor vision without corrective lenses noted. Patient's identity was not able to be determined upon admission, and comparison to local missing persons databases remains inconclusive. Patient was reclassified as anomaly and transferred to PTIA facility on August 23, 2023 after blood panels revealed high levels of xenoparticulates, typical of TD-type anomalies.

Communicators in the text may be identified according to the following list.

A01 | Anomaly | "John Doe"

DG | Assigned Research Assistant | Deepa Ghosh

RH | Resident Nurse (Night shift) | Rebecca Horn

TA | Resident Nurse (Day shift) | Tomas Ares

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TAPE 1

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2023-08-23

23:36

RH: I just can't fucking believe--

DG: You should know that everything you say in here is recorded.

RH: Oh, shit. Sorry. I mean- (unintelligible) I don't mean to be--

DG: Ms. Horn.

RH: Okay. Sorry. I just- Why did the hospital sedate him? He wasn't combative. He was barely even lucid.

DG: If we ever want to discharge him, he can't know how to find out where we are again.

RH: (grunts) But how am I supposed to do his intake?

23:37

DG: Just take his vitals. The interview is my job anyway.

RH: Right. Okay. Um...

23:42

RH: 110 over 70. 97.7 degrees. Pulse and respiration are low, 60 and 12 respectively. That's-

DG: Sedative.

RH: Right. It'll be awhile before that wears off.

DG: You're on standby until it does.

23:43

RH: Sure, ever since I was a little girl, I always knew I wanted to watch strange old men sleep.

DG: Ms. Horn.

RH: Sorry. I'll page you when he wakes up, Dr. Ghosh.

DG: Thank you.

(door shuts)