#to figure out that I’ma do with my life

[lizzi2]

[kurooh]

I’MA MAKE U SCREAM ★ S. GOJO & S. GETO

⊹₊˚. a series of unrelenting, mysterious phone calls late at night leads to you being sandwiched between two hot ghostface slashers who’ve got you fucking for your life.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, ghostface! gojo & geto, threesome, knife play, landline phones, mentions of death, oral (f receiving), double penetration, anal/fingering, tongue piercings, pussy slapping, biting. 5.2K words whew (pls read anyway 🧎‍♀️)

xoxo, juno. happy halloween!! thank you to my dearest wolfy anon for beta reading <33 comment & rb if you enjoyed!!! 🎃

“hello?”

“why don’t you wanna talk with me?”

“who is this?” you roll your eyes, unimpressed by the cheery voice coming through the phone. “it’s like eleven at night, what do you want?”

“ya tell me your name, and i’ll tell ya mine,” that voice lilts into a teasing tone, words dripping with persuasive sweetness.

“nah, i’m heading to bed. nice talk.”

“aw, bedtime already? you’re not even gonna watch a movie before you sleep?” the question has your brows furrowing in aggravation, but you sigh, choosing to answer anyway.

“i didn’t have anything in mind,” the caller lets out a laugh, straight into your ear. “what, you’ve got a suggestion?”

“do you like scary movies?” and you can hear the smile in the caller’s voice; he’s amused, probably laughing with his friends over the prank call in the moments of muffled silence.

“i suppose so.”

“don’t you have a favorite? why not watch it?”

“well, i won’t be able to sleep,” you reply simply, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. “but the longer we talk, the more sleep i lose out on. so, have a good night!”

“wait!” the caller snaps, demanding as ever. the sudden outburst sends chills straight down your spine. “don’t hang up on me.”

“and why shouldn’t i?” the blatant defiance has the caller letting out a laugh that sounds rather menacing . . he clears his throat, seemingly returning to his more even tempered tone.

“we’re not done talking,” he says simply, sounding a little crackly through the phone. “so don’t hang up, you’ll—”

a rational person with an interest in talking would certainly call during the day, and only once or twice before quitting altogether to wait for a call back. an irrational person would have your house phones ringing off the hooks while you were in the shower, calling nonstop and then getting far too arrogant once you finally picked up. just as you slam the phone back down, it starts to ring again.

you decide to leave the room, figuring that the caller will tire himself out quickly, but he doesn’t. in the time that you left the phone to go to another room, there wasn’t a single beat of silence. furious, you race toward the phone, fingers sliding on the kitchen counter as you snatch it up.

“fuck you! listen to me, you’d better stop—”

“no, you listen to me,” the caller snarls, and the harshness of his voice has your heart kicking hard against your rib cage. something in your gut tells you that this isn’t just a talkative caller. “don’t fucking hang up on me again, got that?”

you recover some of your composure, goosebumps rising on your skin. the cool breeze blowing through a nearby window adds to the chilling feeling that’s washed over you in only a matter of seconds. “w-well, what do you want, then?”

“i wanna see your insides, dummy,” is the crazed response, and you can’t stop the way your face immediately twists in horror. a clicking sound is heard as the second phone in your house—the one upstairs—is picked up, and another person hops onto the call.

“now, now,” this new voice is smooth, immediately drawing your attention as you listen attentively through the phone. “that’s no way to talk, you’ll scare her silly.”

“what the fuck?” you ask aloud, although you hadn’t meant to. all you can think about is the fact that two weirdos have you almost . . cornered on the phone.

the crazy voice scoffs, ignoring your mumbling. “well, you heard her! trying to hang up and shit,” he clicks his tongue in disapproval before sighing. “anyway, where were we?”

you don’t even say anything, and the other voice exhales into the phone. “see, look at what you’ve gone and done now. our girl’s too scared to talk to us, isn’t she?”

“look, i-i’m just gonna go to bed. goodnight.”

“you’re not going anywhere, honey,” the calmer one of the two says, but this time his voice is much clearer, almost as if he’s standing beside you. you take a step backward, trying to shake off the weird feelings and relentless goosebumps spreading across your skin.

you might as well be wearing nothing.

the satin slip dress you were planning to sleep in is as thin as plastic wrap; you’ve backed up into someone’s strong chest and thanks to the thinness of your pajamas, you can feel each sharp ridge of muscle. the pecs are strong, firm to the touch, and the abs are hard enough to cut diamonds. fear races through your body, so overwhelming that your lips part to let out a scream—but the noise is muffled by a large palm that pulls you back, flush against the muscles. separated only by a few layers of clothing, you can feel the warmth of their body and the casual rise of their chest as they breathe. if you weren’t being silenced, this would be comforting, in a way.

“promise you won’t scream, baby?” that calm voice has a dangerous edge; you nod immediately, frantically, desperately — as you feel a few tears gather in your eyes. this . . does not look, feel, or sound good in any way imaginable. who even are these people? and why you? a seemingly normal thursday evening had gone entirely downhill, and you didn’t even know why.

“good girl,” the person hums, dropping their hand from the lower half of your face and instead replacing it with the sharp edge of a knife. “let’s head upstairs, shall we?” as you ascend the steps, the blade drops lower, until it hovers over the tender skin of your throat. you can’t even turn around and see who the person is, for fear of getting cut over the simple action.

“could i at least turn around?”

“what for?” he asks, nudging the bedroom door open. you’re met with the frightening sight of a person in robes lounging on your bed, against your pillows. they have a spooky, ghostly mask, but you know who it is the second their mouth opens.

“you took the knives out that quickly?” the figure clicks his tongue, raising a hand to his face to pull off the ghostface mask. so this is what this is—some kind of ridiculous scream roleplay . . but the feel of the knife and the way it gleams is too real. “what happened to playing around, suguru?”

“it’s—it’s you! from the phone.” you say, straining against the man behind you, who pulls the knife a few inches away from your throat.

“careful now, doll. you’ll hurt yourself.”

“if you let me go, maybe i’d—” the man on the bed sits up then, pulling off his mask. you can’t see who he is just yet, the shadow from his hood obscuring his face. in a moment, he grabs hold of your face with a gloved hand, fingers squeezing cruelly at your cheeks.

it’s utterly nasty, the way feelings of attraction twist in your stomach. heat rises to your cheeks and you swallow, looking into diamond blue eyes that have your heart fluttering despicably. how is it possible to even be focused on your grim reaper’s looks, almost entirely forgetting their intentions as you lose yourself in those eyes?

“cat got your tongue? i said i wanna see your insides and you didn’t even look fazed.”

beneath the robe, you can see the tips of snowy hair, along with a face that’s far too handsome to belong to some kind of murderer. you shake your head in disbelief, sucking in a breath. “uh . . huh? sorry, i didn’t hear you.”

he drops your face with an annoyed scoff, stepping back to plop down on your bed before fully pulling off his hood. “y’know what—suguru, you deal with her.”

the man behind you pushes you forward, and you awkwardly take a seat beside the sighing killer. suguru tugs off his mask and inspects the knife closely, running a gloved finger over the edge before nodding. “might as well use the knives on you. maybe you’ll hear us then?”

“what’re you—why’re you doing all this?” you ask, the words sputtering out of your mouth nervously. “is there any way i can convince you not to cut me open?”

suguru looks at his literal partner in crime, pushing his black bangs away from his eyes as he speaks. “oh? trying to cheat death, sweet thing?”

you shrug, casually flopping onto your back. the satiny fabric of your dress flips up, and you unintentionally give both of them a great view of your panties. now that they’re deliberating how to move forward with you, the fear of the situation has dissipated greatly. “i just wanna go to bed and live to see another day tomorrow. name the price for my life and i’ll pay it.”

“those are fighting words,” suguru remarks, “don’t you agree, satoru?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the thin fabric covering what’s between your legs. his mind runs wild as he imagines what he and suguru could impose on you. they’re practically in sync—suguru looks over just as satoru looks up, the two of them sharing a knowing look.

“hmph. sit up and listen.” satoru nudges your thigh, and you do as he says, looking bored. the whole night has done one too many 180s, giving you the most severe case of whiplash in your life. you’d initially been annoyed, terrified, then mildly attracted, and now . . almost indifferent.

“you’ve got my full attention.”

“we’ll let you live, on one condition,” satoru raises a finger before you can object, while suguru’s eyes covertly sweep over your body. “think you could handle us at the same time?”

a proposition for a threesome is something you certainly did not see coming! you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to maintain composure. suguru spices it up with a smirk, dragging that sharp knife of his along the edge of your jaw.

“you’ll have to fuck like your life depends on it.”

it does. tension weighs the air down, filling the room with a thickness even suguru’s knife couldn’t cut through. sweat beads along the skin of your spine and you exhale in defeat. being between these two would be hard—in all ways possible; but one mistake and they’d probably end up slitting your throat.

truthfully, you’re willing to risk it. most girls don’t usually cross paths with two men that are each extremely attractive and willing to share you between one another. you squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“y-yeah, okay. i’ll do it.”

“atta girl,” satoru praises, the corners of his eyes crinkling. a wicked smile finds its way onto his rosy lips, but you don’t back down, instead spreading your legs. you look between them, a silent invitation extended in one glance.

“lie back for us.”

“you were the one who told me to sit up—” perhaps the unnecessary snark isn’t a good idea, not with the way suguru eyes you warily.

satoru leans in hastily, connecting his lips with yours to effectively shut you up. his body barrels into yours, pushing you into suguru, who catches you and cages you against his strong chest. the knife is abandoned as he strokes his fingertips along the tender skin of your neck, sighing into your ear while satoru occupies your lips.

“so pretty. heh, you’re pretty every night.”

suguru’s touch has you letting out a moan that satoru eagerly swallows, his gloved hands roaming your body. however, he seems to remember he’s got gloves on; without pulling away, he snatches them off.

“her tits, suguru—play with her tits.”

the mumbled words are audible only to suguru, who complies with a chuckle. unlike satoru, he makes no move to do away with his gloves. you moan, his hands squeezing at your tits while his fingertips stroke over your nipples until they grow hard.

“s-suguru,” you mewl, pulling away for a moment to suck a breath into your deprived lungs, “keep touching me there—just like that.”

satoru’s palm comes down hard against the side of your thigh, and he grips your face, forcing you to look at him. “focus on me, got that? wouldn’t want him to stop, would you?”

you shake your head, and in a split second, satoru’s got your upper lip between his teeth. he bites down playfully; the impact makes you gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. arousal pools in your panties, and you fidget in your spot between them, hoping that you’ll finally get the attention you’ve been craving sooner rather than later. suguru’s tongue drags against your neck while he takes in the scent of your body wash from earlier’s shower. there’s a cool sensation coming from the center of his tongue—you can feel a firm ball of some kind.

it’s a little shameful, getting this hot and heavy from a simple kiss. only, his tongue rolls against yours, and any semblance of embarrassment melts away. suguru’s fingers pinch both of your nipples at the same time, sending shockwaves right to your pussy.

“fuck,” you sob into satoru’s mouth, practically lightheaded from how overwhelming it already is, as well as the lack of air. “i-i need more.”

suguru hums, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples. “already slutting yourself out for us, sweetheart? that was fast, wasn’t it?”

satoru finally draws back, a glossy string of spit connecting your lips to his. he doesn’t move just yet, savoring the moment like a piece of special candy—you’ve practically got hearts in your eyes, all hot and bothered because of him. well, suguru is a factor, but he didn’t put in nearly as much work as satoru.

“lie back for us, babe.” this time you don’t fight them on it, scooting off suguru so you can comfortably prop yourself up on the mountain of pillows.

“tsk. this dress ought to go.” suguru brandishes his knife, and cuts through the satin material of the slip as easily as a stick of butter.

“hey!” you snap, the remains of your dress sliding off to the sides of the bed like rags. “what about you two!? you can’t just cut up my clothes like that when neither of you are naked!”

satoru rolls his eyes, tossing your legs apart. meanwhile, suguru clearly isn’t done with that knife; he trails it along the slopes of your naked body, the edge of the blade sharpened in a way that has you gasping. he applies a little bit of pressure, and your skin splits like it would after a paper cut.

“a-are you cutting my skin open?” you ask incredulously. you know the answer, but for whatever reason, you don’t pull away from him.

“maybe,” he replies breezily. “‘s nothing deep. you can handle it, can’t you, honey?”

“would you look at that?” satoru wolf whistles, and heat rises to your cheeks as he gathers your legs together, tugging them up. the knife pauses at your collarbone as suguru leans backwards to take a look, and his eyebrows raise immediately.

“she’s fucking soaked.”

“put the knife down ���n come give it a taste.”

satoru’s request is breathless, but effective. the knife falls onto the blankets, and for a moment you use your head to consider what might happen in the future—someone could sit on that thing, lie down on it. satoru’s tongue rips the thought out of your head and replaces the words that were on the tip of your tongue with a sweet moan of bliss. your clit throbs at the prospect of more, and their balmy puffs of breath fanning over you only arouse you further.

their faces press together, side by side as they start to eat your pussy in a way that immediately has your back arching and hips bucking. satoru focuses all his attention on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while suguru slurps up all of your slick. there it is again, that cool sensation—he’s got a tongue piercing. the moonlight shines through the flowy curtains, illuminating the killers in an almost angelic glow . . maybe they’re actually pussy killers.

“‘s like fucking candy,” satoru moans, tongue dipping down to gather up your slick. it bumps into suguru’s, and he only lets out a laugh that sends vibrations through your entire core. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted, shit.”

the room fills with the lewd, nasty sounds of their slurping and licking as they devour your pussy together. you slip a finger between your teeth and bite down once one too many noises threaten to escape you, and suguru pulls back to land a smarting slap on your pussy.

“ah ah. do not try to go quiet on us.”

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you stutter dumbly, mind and body reeling from the delicious sting of the slap.

“we want you screaming,” he emphasizes, spitting onto your cunt and watching as it flutters, the glob slipping down more rapidly due to the movement. “and you will be, by the end of all this. understand, doll?”

you nod hastily, and his eyes flick upwards to your face, the hardness in them a simple warning. “yeah, i understand.”

satoru’s drawing hearts and letters on your clit, each one making you shudder more than the last. each drag of his tongue makes him moan as he takes in more of your taste. beside him, suguru’s dips his tongue between your folds, the sensation nothing more than a tease. they plan to split you open on their cocks, and getting you desperate for it is only the first step of their plan.

“ngh, t-that’s so fucking good,” you cry, thighs quaking on either side of their heads. “please, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to us,” satoru is the first to speak, his voice clear as it cuts through the lewd sounds in the air. he’s got one hand on the side of your thigh, holding you open just for them. “on our tongues, like a good girl.”

satoru’s ministrations on your clit grow more insistent; he’s working to pull your orgasm from you, while suguru continues to slurp at your messy pussy, his eyes falling shut. a familiar and overwhelming sensation coils in your tummy; it’s one that has your hands flying to both suguru and satoru’s heads, fingers finding purchase in their hair.

“i—i think ‘m gonna cum,” you cry, back arching off the bed while your hips jolt forward into their faces. after hearing the first word of your delirious warning, satoru replaced his tongue with his finger and moved beside suguru, the two of them slurping all your cunt has to offer. to them, it’s like drinking ambrosia.

you’re pulling hard at their hair, only encouraging them to groan against you. suguru speaks, eyes rolling back from just a little hair pulling. but it makes sense, with hair like that. of course his scalp is very sensitive.

“cover us in your cum, baby.”

obedient and right on time, your pussy gushes, hole fluttering around nothing while your clit throbs beneath satoru’s finger. the intense orgasm has left you twitching from the aftershocks, gasping for breath, and overly sensitive. of course, satoru and suguru take advantage of the aforementioned sensitivity with smirks on their faces.

“no, wait, i-i just came,” is all you can sob, your hands smacked away once you try to tug them off your aching cunt. “satoruuu, suguruuu.”

suguru only laughs, mimicking your tone with a roll of his eyes. “aw, babyyy. that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

with how sensitive you are, it’s not hard for them to drag a second orgasm out of you. this time, a few tears cascade down your cheeks as you fall over the edge with a pitched cry. satoru spanks your still twitching cunt and laughs at the way you gasp and recoil, legs still trembling.

“suguru, whatcha think? you wanna take her mouth ‘n i’ll fuck her pussy?”

“that’s far too considerate, satoru.” he shakes his head, talking about you as if you’re not in front of them. “c’mon,” suguru purrs, gesturing for you to get up as he slips off his robe and boxers. “lie on top of me.”

you can’t help but ogle, a little starstruck by his body and the thrill of everything. he sticks out his tongue playfully when he notices you staring, the metal ball in his tongue gleaming. his abs flex and his cock bobs as he lays down on your bed, beckoning you over with a gloved finger. satoru gulps, panting softly at the sight. following his best friend’s lead, he slips off his matching clothing and mounts the bed, which sinks under his weight with a creak. part of you wonders if the bed frame will give out by the end of this.

“hand me the lube,” suguru grunts, catching the small bottle in his larger hand. the liquid is cool, even through the leather of his gloves. he rubs his fingers together to warm it up a little for you. his fingertips prod at the tight ring of your asshole, and you let out a squeak of surprise.

“c’mon. relax for me, doll.”

you take a breath, body sweltering with arousal. this is certainly new for you, but you don’t complain—and anyway, the slight coolness of the lube feels good against your hot skin. satoru bites down on his lower lip as he watches his best friend prep you to take both of their cocks at the same time. something wicked has the corners of his lips curling up into a smile as he pictures you screaming for them.

likely picturing the same thing, suguru tongues at your jaw, kissing the tender skin wetly before nipping hard. you can only cry out, his lips serving as a simple distraction while his fingers push inside and stretch you out.

you gasp, and he feels you squeeze down hard on his fingers, hips jerking away. “come now, don’t run from it,” suguru coos, twisting his body beneath you to angle you the right way again. he ignores your whining, and satoru silently strokes his cock to the sight. “i know, i know. just breathe for me, ‘kay?”

slowly, your body accommodates the new stretch without any more sting or discomfort. in fact, your hips begin to rock into his fingers, chasing them when he starts to pull out.

“i-i think she’s ready, suguru,” satoru finally speaks up, clearing his throat. his voice is a little choked, and you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks even in the dark. “for both of us.”

“you hear that, honey?” his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. “let’s see who can make you scream the loudest—me or satoru.”

“as if,” the man in question huffs, pushing your thigh to the side and looking over your dripping pussy with an obvious hunger. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna ruin you.”

with that, satoru grasps his cock and guides it inside your needy cunt. suguru does the same, pushing his length into your ass. the three of you moan collectively, a harmony if ever there was one. you sob, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the stretch.

satoru grits his teeth and grips your hips for support, then pushes all the way inside you. he bottoms out easily, his cock sliding against suguru’s, separated only by a thin layer of tissue. so thin that they can feel the shape of one another’s cocks through you.

“fuckin’—shittt, oh my god,” satoru’s easily overwhelmed, heart pounding in his ears while sweat covers his entire body in a sticky sheen.

suguru bites your neck hard, but the pain registers as pleasure despite the fact that he tastes a few irony drops of blood on his tongue.

“do either of you plan to move?” you complain, lips parting in an ‘o’ shape around a whiny moan. “or are we just gonna sit here—”

“shut the fuck up,” suguru groans, clapping a dry and gloved hand over your tits before squeezing them. “we’ll move when we fucking feel like it.”

waves of almost euphoria wash over your entire body, leaving you breathless and panting. when you’d first met these two, you’d been sharp and aware of your surroundings, but now everything is hazy and your body burns as though you have a fever.

the bed creaks dangerously as satoru jumps into action, slowly rocking his hips into yours with a few choked, wanton moans. before long, he’s more confident, fucking into you with a tight grip on your skin and at an invigorated pace. you’re so hot and oh so tight—satoru fucking loves it—you feel perfect. he loves the way you squirm on top of his best friend, hips canting forward eagerly to meet his. the evidence of how good he’s making you feel is painted all over your face, apparent in the wobble of your lower lip and the tears in your eyes.

you hear a sigh from behind you. “can’t lose the bet,” suguru’s voice is laced with faux sympathy. it takes him a few seconds, but he finally starts moving, groaning in approval at the shake of your body and gasping, ragged breaths.

above you, sweat rolls down satoru’s face, the snowy tips of his hair sticking to his forehead while others fall in front of his eyes. “y-you like it like this, baby?” the question is rhetorical, but your whimpering tells him everything he needs to know. the corners of his lips curl into a smile that’s soon wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. “you’re taking us so fuckin’ well, sweetheart . . driving me insane, goddamn.”

“i second that,” the metal ball of suguru’s piercing clicks as he sweeps his tongue over his teeth, panting hard into your ear. “really, baby . . feel like the luckiest fuckin’ guy in the world right now, heh.”

as if you’re not the luckiest girl—being sandwiched between these two is a dream you didn’t even know you had. inside you, their cocks throb against one another, dragging in and out of your holes ruthlessly. the tempo only speeds up, becoming too much too quickly.

you nudge a weak, clammy hand against satoru’s waist, arching your back on top of suguru and nearly nailing him in the face with a reverse headbutt. before the latter can say anything, satoru snatches your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, then pins it down to the bed. he advances forward, his chest now against yours to keep you still.

“ah ah,” he tuts, his nipples hard as they press against yours, “move your damn hand, baby. this is what you wanted, remember?”

“i certainly do,” suguru titters, nipping at your earlobe. “don’t be like that. you can take it, can’t you?”

his words are convincing; he’s got you nodding in acceptance. he’s right, of course. this is what you wanted earlier—you’ve been taking both of their cocks so fucking well. just as you tell yourself you’ll make it through this, satoru’s fingers ghost along the soft skin of your stomach. despite the exhaustion that’s setting into his body, his hips don’t even stutter as he focuses on your swollen clit.

“oh . . oh my god,” the words are torn from your throat, which only grows more sore with all the noise you can’t seem to stop making. a familiar shakiness settles in your voice, and you’re fighting to keep the breath in your lungs, but it escapes you far too easily. “i’m-‘m gonna cum for you, ‘m—”

as you hurtle closer to all encompassing euphoria, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fade out and grow foggy. yet, you manage to hear their voices eagerly spurring you on, the two of them in the same boat as you.

“yeah, ‘s right. fuckin’ cum for us, baby.” satoru’s own orgasm creeps up on him, his head tipping back as your pussy starts to flutter around his cock. of course, suguru can feel the throbbing of his best friend’s cock and the quavering of your needy pussy. he releases your tits, seeing the bruising he’s left before squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

“ya heard him, honey,” he utters after a long groan, his voice low and husky. “take all of our fucking cum.” you gasp out, nodding your head frantically as you teeter over the edge.

everything happens fast, and all at the same time. satoru cums inside you, his broad shoulders shaking as he rides it out while your pussy practically milks him for more. your cunt spasms, hips jerking upwards from the intensity of it. the movement pushes out suguru, his cum leaking out of your bruised ass and spilling in white puddles on his pelvis.

satoru looks down, biting down on his lower lip as he pulls his cock from you. this is quite the reward, seeing cum pour from both of your spent and twitching holes. your shuddering, sweltering body finally begins to cool after what feels like hours. suguru’s exhausted, but he kindly lifts you and lays you down on the bed beside him. satoru flops down beside you with a heaving sigh, only to lay on the knife from earlier.

“ow, fuck!” he jolts, sitting up and tugging the sharp blade from where it’s tangled in the sheets. he unceremoniously hurls it to the floor, laying back down with a vengeful huff.

you’re too tired to laugh, but a small smile plays on your lips. “do you still wanna kill me?”

“not right now,” suguru throws an arm over his face, gesturing in the direction of the floor. “the knife’s down there, anyway.”

you sit up, craning your neck to take a look. from what you can see, the floor is littered with their dark costumes and two masks, the knife completely out of sight. “i don’t see it.”

“hm, remember we talked about making you scream for us?” satoru speaks up, and in your dizzy haze, you don’t notice that glint in his eyes.

“uh, yeah, i think so? i thought you already did.”

“don’t you watch scary movies?” suguru scoffs, looking at you from beneath his forearm. “you should know what happens next.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes. “yeah, whatever. what happens next, you kill me? very funny. let me convince you again,” and you clear your throat. “no, please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel!”

satoru simply shakes his head, and the knife plunges into your back. with a gasp, you sputter out a few garbled words, blood pouring down your bare back as you fall backwards onto the bed. you writhe on the mussed sheets, blood spilling from your lips and trickling down your chin in vermillion rivulets. beside you, the blood covered suguru and satoru let you struggle aimlessly until your body stills; then they slip their masks on again . .

“andddd cut!” the director jumps from his seat with proud claps, and the production assistants rush in from every direction to help clean up the mess.

“satoru, fuck! that knife was so sharp,” you sit up, sending a glare his way as you wipe the fake blood off your skin. despite being a fake knife, the shiny plastic point was rather jagged.

“excellent performances, the three of you! our halloween special is sure to be a hit!” the director is gushing as he praises the three of you.

“yeah, yeah,” suguru says, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “i’ve gotta take a shower. seriously, the corn syrup is so fucking sticky.”

[kinkandkreep]

Yandere Alphabet Continued: Shuji Hanma (Tokyo Revengers)

Letters A-M here

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Shuji’s punishments can be physical, mostly some less than playful roughhousing should you decide to do something he doesn’t like

He’s actually not super fond of punishments outside of the humiliation aspect of them, mostly because he kind of likes to see you crying or in some distress

Only if it’s caused by him though

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Shuji’s not super interested in taking away your rights

He may prohibit you from doing certain things and limit your actions, but as for just outright being like “you no longer have the right to see your family,” or something like that, he doesn’t really have that inclination

He kinda thinks it’s fun to see how far you’re willing to push the boundary between what he will and won’t allow, even if he hasn’t made mention of what those things are explicitly

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

I dunno if I’d call Shuji patient exactly, but I will say that he lets you slide with some things more than most 

Shuji’s just not a very uptight guy, so what looks to be patience is actually nonchalance  

Now, that’s not to say that he can’t get fed up

He can, and if you push him too far, he will 

But he’s got a greater tolerance for any bs you might try to pull than others only because he knows that if he were in your situation, and hell, even if not, he would do the same thing

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

This may or may not come as a surprise, but it’s actually highly unlikely that you’ll die while in Shuji’s care or under his supervision, so we won’t touch on that

Just upping and leaving is not an option, unless there’s some sort of extenuating circumstance that requires you to like…ion know, leave out the country or something (and even then, Shuji loves adventure, so he may just follow you then too 🙃)

If you were to escape, Shuji would definitely hunt you down

He loves the thrill of the chase, and while after too long he may grow a bit bored, the thought of your expression and reaction when he finally catches you will keep him going for a while yet

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Feelings like guilt and Shuji Hanma don’t really mix in my mind 😂

Like, I don’t necessarily think he’s incapable of feeling it, he’s just not inclined to

So I’ma say no, Shuji would decidedly not feel guilty if he kidnapped you

He would also not let you go

You are his precious little doll and he loves you too much to just let you leave him

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Shuji’s childhood and much if not all of his backstory is an enigma

That said, it’s kinda hard to pinpoint where exactly the yandere aspect of this iteration of him came from

I would honestly say that Shuji most likely has some undiagnosed mental illness, and that his yandere tendencies stem from that

There’s also something to be said about a deeply hidden sense of loneliness and a craving for affection that permeates deep into Shuji’s being, and that he’s just suppressed all his life

When he encounters you, and begins feeling things he’s not felt before, he kinda just takes the feeling and runs with it, as he’s done with everything else he’s ever felt

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Not as amused as you would think, believe it or not

Shuji may act like an ass but somewhere within him lies the desire for you to love him in return

He knows being terrible and kidnapping you is probably not the best way to make that happen but he’s still figuring it out ok? Cut ‘im some slack, these are new feelings he’s dealing with

A small part of him would be amused, the normal part of him that everyone sees and knows

But a larger part of him is distressed, though he hides it well

He doesn’t want to hurt you, honest!

And he really doesn’t even want to see you cry, for the most part

So if you did behave in such a manner, it would likely cause him to internally panic

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I mentioned this a little earlier I think but Shuji likes to drag you around to the various fights he gets into and have you watch and cheer him on from the sidelines

That sounds weird, and it is, but hey 🤷🏾‍♀️

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Another one who’s pretty unflappable

But, I could feasibly see Shuji growing bored of you and ceasing his pursuit of you if you just never have any reaction to anything

Which, let’s face it, will be pretty hard to do but if you’re willing to give it a try ‘cus you’re just that desperate to escape…

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Shuji might accidentally hurt you

A lot actually 🙃

He just gets so excited and forgets his own strength sometimes

But now intentionally? 

Only if you’ve absolutely pushed him to the edge 

And then over it

Don’t worry though, something like this would be incredibly difficult to achieve 

But trust me, you do not want to push it

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don’t think Shuji reveres or worships you

He’s not the type for that

He does have an appreciation for you though, and he recognizes that you are a little sliver of good in a world that’s pretty much gone to shit

He can respect that about you

As for winning you over, he’s not overly concerned with that either

He wants you to love him, sure, but you don’t have to be drooling over him 25/8 for him to be satisfied

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Shuji “pines” for about as long as you probably assume he would. 

Which is to say, not long. 🙃

When Shuji realizes that he wants to possess you and subsequently your heart, he immediately begins making moves to do just that

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Shuji possesses the potential to break you intentionally and unintentionally.

He can be overbearing in the most literal sense, monopolizing, occasionally inconsiderate of your feelings as it relates to your autonomy and overall just wild and incorrigible. 

He’s more likely to break you if he abducts you and is subsequently in contact with you more consistently. 

He’ll more easily wear you down and whittle away at your patience and sanity if he can keep you in close proximity.   

I personally don’t think he’d ever try particularly hard to break you, but the thought might enter his mind and he may be inclined to pursue the notion. 🙃

Let’s hope for your sake, he doesn’t. 

[c-t-r-l14]

See You Again

“I said I’m ‘bout to go to war,

And I don’t know if I’ma see you again.”

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Synopsis: You find yourself wide awake, thinking about Dontis.

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“The sky was a shade of purple yesterday”.

A knot formed in your chest, and your whole body felt hollow. Heat bloomed throughout your entire being, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you typed.

“Yes, but the clouds rolled into orange hues.”

The overwhelming feeling of dread formed in the pit of your stomach, and you swayed slightly where you stood. You sucked in a deep, shaky breath and your whole body began to shake. You never would’ve guessed how two seemingly harmless sentences had such a profound effect on you. But, it made sense. Those words were the harbinger of war, and your beloved Dontis was in the very heart of the battlefield. With war, comes pain, and with pain, comes death, and it was a very likely possibility that Dontis could end up as a casualty. And, although this was something you’ve already realized, this stark, and very possible reality hasn’t hit you yet.

Feeling strangely detached from your own body, you started to get ready for bed.

……..

By the time you’ve emerged from the shower, night had fallen. The moon was out—its white radiance illuminating the midnight blue sky. There weren’t many stars peeking overhead that night, but the beautiful lights of the city that lived underneath the vast sky made up for it. You sighed inwardly, feeling hollow yet again. He would’ve loved this.

You remembered the first time you stayed in New Orleans with him. It was such an unfamiliar place—the city was bustling—full of rich culture, and people from many backgrounds, humans and supernatural beings alike. It was there where you finally saw what Dontis was trying to tell you when you two first met. There IS a place where everyone could live in harmony—without threat or fear. Without needing to hide. And that place was New Orleans. You remembered how Dontis beamed with absolute delight as he planned out what exactly you guys were going to do there, figuring out ways on how to make your stay so memorable, “that you’d never want to leave”—or however he put it. And if it were anyone else, they would’ve been smiling from ear to ear, eager to help with the planning, trying to find what days to go sightseeing at what time, and at what place; but all you could really think about was the recent revelations you’ve come to know, and how you’ve spent so many years of your life living a lie. Your hands were stained with the blood of so many people just to get this far—to finally catch the incubus who made your father go “missing.” And now the same incubus that you worked so hard to find stood before you, happily ranting about how exquisite Cafe du Monde’s cuisine was, and how you two should totally stop there for lunch tomorrow when he takes you on a tour around the city.

You let out a loud, hearty laugh—one that came from the very pit from your stomach, one so strong that it bounced from the back of your throat and reverberated against the buildings and streets. You couldn’t find the irony any more hilarious.

“What is so funny?” Dontis inquired, a bit confused as to why you were laughing seemingly out of nowhere.

“It’s just really crazy how just a little while ago, I had you tied up and chained in my basement. I never would’ve guessed that our lives—our relationship would go from that, to you planning on taking me on a grand tour around the city,” you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.

Dontis smiled—a smile that you grew fond of. A smile you’ve come to love.

“Ah, yes. Life could be crazy and unpredictable. But it could also be beautiful and exciting. Filled with anticipation and a bit of wonder. It’s for us to enjoy, if we allow ourselves to do that.”

You stared deeply into his eyes—his irises as gray as storm clouds, flecks of gold and brown peeking its way through the grey colored ocean that was his eyes. Soft and sweet. Warm and inviting. Loving and kind. And that was the first time you truly got to admire how gorgeous Dontis was. Your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

“Well,” You said, running your hand into your hair, “I’m glad you’re here to show me just how great life can be.”

And on this night, the moon was out, its white radiance on display for all to see.

The sky tinted in the shade of midnight blue.

Not a single star peeking overhead. The streets lined with city lights, and a bustling city that lived under the vast sky.

And it was a night just like this one, where you found love.

Your eyes began to sting and you crossed your arms, your nails digging into your skin to prevent yourself from falling into pieces. The reality struck you so hard that it almost knocked you over. Dontis may never come back, and that reality was too much to bear. And although you’ve made the decision to stay behind, you found yourself wishing that you went with him. You spent so many years of your life using your skills to hurt people, and it all amounted to nothing. But, this could’ve been your chance to actually put those skills to good use—to help and protect the ones you love instead of hurting and killing people for them. But it was all too late now. You let out a loud, forceful sob—one that came from the very pit of your stomach, one that clawed its way out of your throat, and made your chest tighten and burn. You sunk to the bed, your nails digging deeper and deeper into your skin. You had no idea what you’d do without him. He was the only person you actually gave a damn about. He was the only person you had ever truly loved. Being alone again in this world was a reality that you couldn’t handle. It was a reality that you weren’t willing to accept.

You laid in bed, although, you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

Because Dontis had gone to war, and he had taken your heart with him.

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A/N: I remember listening to the audio where Dontis was saying goodbye to listener, and honestly his whole interaction with them just killed me inside. Dontis was the whole reason why listener was able to settle down in the first place—and he gave them the opportunity to actually live a life that didn’t have anything to do with violence and death. So, to see that the one person who taught you how to live your life now going off to risk their own, with a very big possibility of not coming back—just made me feel for them so bad.

I’m trying to get better at writing dialogue for these characters, so if there is any improvement that needs to be made, don’t hesitate to let me know!

That you so much for reading, ya’ll! 🧡

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[npcemi]

I swear the Dp x DC brain rot is contagious

I had a semi nice idea... i read in a few fics I forget the names of (believe me I've been binging so many of them,) Any how, I read a few times how Danny as in the past legit dated Johnny and/or Kitty. So my brain is like fuck it. I’ma put these fuckers in triad.  My brain starts to outline a nice little story that would end up not too long, just enough for some nice developments and them bam it happens.

Danny is 17 and is now friends with Johnny and kitty

They get jealous how much the other is spending time with Danny

Kitty and Johnny realize they both fell for Danny, 

Danny talks to jazz about developing a crush on both Johnny and kitty

Jazz watches the three idiots angst and  dance around the issue for three months until jazz can’t take it anymore and just shouts at the three of them to “Shut up and just kiss already.” 

The three start dating and a while in, Danny's parents kick him out because bigotry. 

some stuff happens and Jazz forces her family to go to family therapy. So who’s the therapist for the Fentons. Well Jazz chose the most qualified person. Dinah fucking Lance (lets face it young justice made me fall in love with black canary all over again. ) Who ends up horrified when she hears about their home life. I mean pick the trope, semi neglect, contamination, portal to the realm of the dead in the basement. 

So what does Dinah do after words, well she contacts the only person she knows that is good with traumatized children with tragic backstories.  So y’all know how this is gunna go Bruce is gunna Bruce when he smells the adoption bait.  Shit goes down  thankfully Danny and jazz have a massive support network both human and ghostly. Our trio lives happily ever after, also Jazz and Jason end up together because I love that ship. 

 Seriously this is like just one of the fics i figure i’ll play around with in the DP universe that some how naturally walks itself into a DC cross over.  That’s not even counting the DC X DP fic I planned (The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God)  because the idea made my multi fic, multiverse idea so much easier. 

I just wanted a fun little side idea for a DP fic, and the DCU worms its way in....I can’t be mad tho for some reason it all works way to well together. 

[soclonely]

The Clones as Lizzo Lyrics

I love Lizzo, and I love Star Wars, and I love Lizzo in Star Wars so this is perfect

Rex-"I know I'm a queen but I don't need no crown"

Echo-"I'm so glad that you're still with us / Broken, but damn, you're still perfect"

Fives-Could you imagine a world where everybody's the same? And you could cancel a girl 'cause she just wanted to change?

Jesse-“Sisters drinking’ bitches brew.”

Kix-"I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch"

Tup- "If love ain’t dead, I’ma kill it ’cause it’s killin’ me, got me, it’s the only thing I’ll ever need."

Dogma-How am I supposed to love somebody else? . When I don't like myself

Hardcase-“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do.”

Coric-“Dance the night away, everybody’s gay.”

Bly-"Thick thighs save lives"

99- "I'm like chardonnay, get better over time"

Cody-“I live inside his head and pay no rent.”

Waxer/Boil-"You tried to break my heart? Oh, that breaks my heart, that you thought you ever had it, no, you ain’t from the start"

Wolffe-"Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face"

Boost/Sinker-“That’s my girl, we CEOS, and dancin’ like a C-E-ho.”

Hunter-“Boss up and change your life. You can have it all, no sacrifice.”

Wrecker-"Welcome to my body, I know it's nice to meet it"

Tech-“Figure me out, no cheat code.”

Crosshair-"If he don't love you anymore, Just walk your fine ass out the door"

Omega- “Only exes I care about are in my fucking chromosomes.”

Howzer- "You know you a star, you can touch the sky"

Fox-"I like big boys, itty bitty boys, Mississippi boys, inner city boys, I like the pretty boys with the bow tie, Get your nails did, let it blow dry, I like a big beard, I like a clean face, I don’t discriminate, come and get a taste"

Gregor-“I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still flirty.”

[nikibogwater]

Niki Blethers: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio LET’S FREAKIN’ GOOOOOOOOO--

In case it was not already obvious, this was my most anticipated movie of the year. Heck, it was my only anticipated movie of the year. Having learned the hard way just how deeply disappointment stings, I don’t usually get my hopes up this high. But darn it, everything I heard about this movie prior to its release just filled me with too much excitement to ignore, and now that it is finally available to the wider public, it is my great pleasure to say--

HOLY MOTHER OF MARMALADE, DID THIS MOVIE LIVE UP TO MY HYPE AND THEN SOME

(Mild spoilers below the cut, GO WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT IT’S A MASTERPIECE)

First up: stop motion animation. We love to see it. And this movie doesn’t cut any corners with the stop motion. Even the fire is stop motion. The backgrounds are paintings (gorgeous ones at that), not just CG landscapes. The sets are so incredibly detailed I could’ve spent several minutes just staring at any given wide shot. There were very few instances where I could clearly see any effects that were obviously done in a computer. The animators and set builders went hard on this movie, and they have 1000% of my respect for it. 

Despite being a whimsical fairy tale, there is a pretty heavy sense of realism with this movie. Like, one scene, you have an overeager Pinocchio singing a cute little song about how excited he is to be alive, and then in the next one, he and Geppetto are walking past buildings plastered with posters promoting Mussolini’s Fascist regime. The way the film balances these two tonal opposites is absolutely genius, and I can’t remember a single instance of a jarring shift in tone. The light and whimsical always eases into the dark and realistic in a way that makes me feel like the two sides couldn’t exist without each other. 

Also speaking of realism, CAN I GET A HALLELUJIA FOR SOME HONEST-TO-GOODNESS CATHOLIC REP IN A CURRENT-YEAR CHILDREN’S MOVIE?!

This is obviously a personal thing for me, but I pretty much never see any accurate, respectful portrayals of my religion outside of films that are specifically made for Catholics. And I’ma be real with you, more often than not, the films made specifically for us turn out to be unbearably preachy or saccharine (and they’re never animated--another major point against them). To see a character who simply IS a Catholic (because this is Italy during the 1910s, so it’d be a little out-of-the-ordinary for him not to be), doing his little Catholic things, without it being a huge focus of the story or directly influencing the plot--ie, Catholicism being portrayed as just another normal part of every-day life--GAH. IT WAS JUST REALLY SPECIAL TO ME, OKAY? 

Also Geppetto locking Pinocchio in a closet because he doesn’t have time to deal with this, it’s time to go to Mass is a big fat Catholic mood. 

Okay, I’ll shut up about the Catholic stuff. Back to the movie.

If I had a nickel for every time David Bradly made me cry with his performance as a struggling father-figure overcoming the estrangement between him and his adopted son, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t very many, but it’s great that it happened twice. 

Ewan McGregor practically carries this movie as Sebastian J. Cricket. I knew he was going to be good, but somehow I failed to foresee just how good he truly is in the role. This interpretation of Jiminy Cricket as a mildly self-absorbed novelist who sees Pinocchio as little more than his house for most of the film is just *chef’s kiss.*

Ron Perlman as the Podestà was incredible. I actually didn’t realize it was him until three-fourths of the way through the movie, he just vanishes into the role so smoothly. And gotdang, is that character scary. 

Christoph Waltz clearly went all out with Count Volpe and I bet recording sessions with him were very fun. 

Gregory Mann did so great for such a little guy! It’s hard to find child actors, and even harder to find child voice actors, but he was fantastic, and really sold the character. 

Speaking of characters, OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WHERE DO I BEGIN

Geppetto is a very sentimental old guy whose only joy in life was his son Carlo. After Carlo is killed in a bombing raid, Geppetto completely collapses under the weight of his grief. Carving Pinocchio isn’t something he does out of creativity or joy, but rather the result of drunken and despairing rage. The scene is played out as a grotesque and heartbreaking moment, and I LOVE it. 

Pinocchio himself is a Very Real Boy from the start--by which I mean, he never shuts up, he gets into everything, he’s kind of a brat, and he brings unbridled chaos to Geppetto’s life in the way that only a young child can. I like it when movies portray children as, y’know, actual children, not just tiny adults. Yeah, kids are loud, they break stuff, they annoy the heck out of you, and they are also so, so precious, they’re worth every second of it. 

I’ve already talked about Sebastian J. Cricket so all I’m gonna say here is I felt the line “Oh, the pain! Life is such hideous pain” right down to my core.

This movie covers a lot of heavy themes, such as the difficulties of fatherhood, abuse, war, death, and grief. But it does so in a way that left me with a sense of hope. It doesn’t shy away from the reality of these things, but it assures you that you can endure them, that you can find immense joy even in the midst of great suffering. 

To get a little personal for the second time, the way this movie goes about presenting the reality of death and the grief of those left behind resonated with me very deeply. I’m the youngest child in my immediate family, and deep down, there’s a part of me that dreads the day when they will pass on and leave me behind. Barring any unforeseen accidents, I will likely outlive most of my siblings, and I’m lowkey terrified of that inevitablilty. So there was something oddly comforting about a film that speaks directly to my fear like that. A film that doesn’t sugar coat or try to persuade me that it won’t be so bad. A film that tells me my time with my family is so much more precious because it is so fleeting. 

So yeah, tears were shed, I’m not ashamed to admit it. 

I could probably say a bajillion things more about this movie, but it’s getting late now and I’ve prattled long enough. In conclusion, 10/10, easily the best movie of my year, and I truly think I can forgive Del Toro for Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans now. 

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓐 𝓑𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮, 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓑𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓘𝓘𝓘

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱɪᴏᴜxxɪᴇ - ᴋᴇᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴇ

ᴛᴡ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ɢᴏʀᴇ(ꜱᴋᴜʟʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ), ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ

 Author’s note: I tried looking for the second Battle Royale movie on YouTube, but I have to either buy it or rent it. I just saw some clips of it on YouTube. I’ve been watching Battle Royale and Gingersnaps non stop, I need help.

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Later that night, you all had ate some food, some of what the Sully’s gave you along with the food that you had taken from the other player’s. Later while you were out looking for victims, you’d try and find fruit or something. After you all ate, you, Mia and Tuk went out and sat on the roof of the shack. You and Mia saw how some plants glowed, you thought it was weird but also cool, they reminded you of the cities lights back home. You and Mia also noticed how Tuk’s freckles glowed in the dark, you didn’t notice before until now.

Tuk had been sitting between you and Mia, staring at the stars. “What is earth like?” She asked curiously. “Well, our home is very bright, a lot of culture and along other stuff.” Mia said as Tuk listened but asked another question. “Can you tell me something from earth?” she asked as you and Mia looked at one another, trying to figure out something. Then you had thought of a story. “Of course, back home, there is a legend, that your face now was once the face of the person who loved you the most in your past life” you said as Tuk looked at you very interested. “Really?” she asked as you nodded. “Yup, I don’t really remember the story since it’s been a while.” You said as Tuk nodded, then she gasped when she loved her you.

You and Mia turned where she was looking, you thought she spotted someone but instead, a small thing came towards you. It looked like a glowing jellyfish. “What is that?” You asked as Mia chimed in “Is it a bug?” Tuk shook her head “no, its a woodsprite” she said as the little creature got closer, it floated near your face, slightly touching your nose. Then a few others appeared, the creatures had been floating around you all. Mia had held out her hand, and one of the creature’s landed slightly on her palm. The other woodsprites were dancing around, landing on either you or Tuk. They were pretty to look at. “They’re like jellyfish” Mia mentioned as one had landed on her knee. The woodsprite then moved to her hand, she was very focused on the creature on the back of her hand.

Then all the woodsprite flew away after a little while of being there. “We should sleep, we have to look for classmates tomorrow” you said. Then both Mia and Tuk got up, going inside from the small door they crawled out of, you following behind and closed the door. You had brought the sleeping mat and cover, Mia had set it down while Tuk had been taking a hold of the blanket. Now with the mat, everyone laid down and you covered everyone in the blanket. Tuk placed herself in the middle like she did the first night and dozed off to sleep. “Hopefully we find a group tomorrow, two would be nice.” Mia mentioned, Tuk had been hugging her while she slept. You began to notice how Mia had began to warm up to Tuk, at first she had been irritated about bringing her, but now she seems chill about it. “Yeah, hopefully, you can have this kill, since I took this one” you mentioned. “We’ll, I could do that, but if we get two, we should kill the second one together.” She mentioned, while stroking Tuk’s braids. “Yeah, but what about Tuk? I don’t want her seeing us do the killing” you said as Mia was thinking. “Hm, we could distract her? Like tell her to go to a spot?” she suggested as you nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow lets take the Bat, I’ve been wanting to try that baby out” you said smiling then Mia chimed in. “Duh! I’m still taking my gun though, I already love that thing like if it were my baby, I’ma call it.. Sweetie!” she said giggling at the thought. After that small talk you both fell asleep.

The next morning, you had given Tuk something to eat while you and Mia got ready, you had already ate earlier. Mia had put on her long lashes and glitter like eyeshadow around her eyes and glittery lip gloss that matched her eyeshadow. You had done the same but had added blush to your cheeks. Tuk had been watching you both do your make up, she was mainly looking at Mia, she really loved looking at her decorated acrylic nails. She had really interested on why nails were the way they were. You both dressed in your school uniform, instead of using your other pair of clothes. Instead of tucking your shits in, you both tied the bottom of your shirts around your waist and you had put on your cardigan. Mia had tied her hair in a high ponytail, while you just kept it down. You all still had some time left, so Mia got the idea to put some makeup on Tuk. Mia had put pink blush on her cheeks and with some loose glitter, while you were painting her nails with a baby pink nail polish you had. Then gave Mia’s yellow cardigan to put on, it was a bit to big on her, but it looked cute. “Awe, you look so cute!” Mia said as you grabbed your phone to take a quick picture. “Say cheese!” “Cheese!” Tuk said with a big smile on her face, when the picture was snapped you and Mia squealed. “Awe! Your so cute!!” you both said to Tuk. 

Once you were done, you all were ready to leave. This time, Mia was taking her purse with a first aid kit and other stuff. You had taken a bath while Mia had taken her  HK416, now called Sweetie. Tuk had been holding both yours and Mia’s hands, while walking she had been humming to something, maybe it was a song that she knew. You all walked around the woods, seeing some small animals hanging around and doing their own thing. It was interesting seeing these animals, they looked somewhat like the ones back on earth in a way. You had been looking at your watch, seeing if there was any targets near by or approaching. Nothing, it was just you three on your watch. Mia had been laughing with Tuk, about something they were talking about. You sigh in frustration, no target or anyone near by, until you heard a little beep, looking down at your watch seeing targets approaching. “Mia, this is your cue” you said showing her your watch, Mia looked over and got excited “yes!” she said. “Tuk go with y/n and stay with her okay?” she said to Tuk, as the little na’vi nodded. Mia then handed her purse over to you and held up her gone. “Wish me luck.” She said smiling as you and Tuk went over to hide in some bushes.

Mia waited their for a bit, as she waited she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and fixed her hair. Then a group of two girls and a boy popped up, dressed in military uniform. They had been arguing about something. Mia also noticed the type of weapons they had, two of them had scythes and the boy had a mini hand gun. Mia stood there, waiting to be noticed, she checked her nails to see if they were still in tacked, surprisingly they were the same. “You?! How are you not dead yet!?” a girl with brown hair said with fear in her eyes. Mia only smiled, placing her hand on her hip with the gun on her other hand. “Well, lets say that, I am a God” she teased, seeing the fear on their face. Then the girl next to her held up her scythe “you won’t be alive for long!” she yelled, making you laugh like a maniac, causing them to be even more scared.

“Says who?” Mia asked, as the boy then stepped in “us! we’re going to win this shit! and you will fucking die!” he said, holding his little gun up to her. Mia made a fake pout “ooh, I am so scared. Shut me then, if you have the balls to do it” she said, making the boy nervous. He still held the gun on to her. “Shoot her!” one of the girls demanded, making him even more nervous, not because he was going to shoot Mia, but because of the looks he was giving him. Her smirk was not an innocent smirk, it was a sinister one. “What are you waiting!? Shoot her!” the first girl said. “I can’t!” he cried as the girl with brown hair snapped the gun. “I’ll do it then! You pathetic little bitch!” she yelled at him, this made him mad. He then launched himself onto her, getting on top and began to choke her. “You fucking bitch!” he screamed as he continued to strangle her. She had tried to get him off, but it didn’t work, he was much stronger. 

The other girl, had tried to separate them, forgetting about Mia. They were screaming at each other. Mia had enough, she yawned and aimed her gun at he group and shoot them all. Killing the boy and the other girl instantly, but the one who had been straggled was still alive, she had tears in her eyes and trying to catch her breath. Mia walked over and looked down at her, seeing her eyes had gone a blood shot red. She looked up at Mia in fear, her collar now beeping. “This will be quick” she said to the girl, then she held up her gun and shot her straight in the head, killing her instantly. Mia sighed “that was for calling me a whore in middle school, fucking bitch” she said, going over to look into their bags, checking for anything to take. They had no food, but they had a first aid kit which she took and she noticed that the girls had bracelets on their wrists, they look cute, so she took those too and a scythe. 

You and Tuk were looking at some kind of flower, what when you reach out to touch, some kind of tentacle like things would stick onto your hand. It made both you and Tuk laugh at this since it tickled. Then Mia came into view. “Look what I got!” she said showing the three colorful bracelets. “Wow! They’re pretty!” Tuk said looking at he pink, blue and yellow bracelets. “Do you want one? I pick the yellow!” Mia said as Tuk took the blue one “I call this one!” then you took the last one which was the pink. “I guess I’ll take the pink” you said, placing the bracelets on your wrist just like Mia and Tuk. 

Jake and Neteyam where watching everything, how the group popped up, how you had took Tuk away, and Mia killing them. “She’d be good in a War Party” Neteyam mentioned, as Jake agreed “yeah...” he said as he watched how the group of three interacted, seeing that Tuk was safe with the two of you lifted a huge weight off his shoulders. He knew that you and Mia were some what of not a good influence, but you both were doing this to survive and to keep his youngest child as safe as possible. Neytiri, Kiri and Lo’ak had return from a hunt. “How is everything?” Lo’ak asked, Neteyam looked over at his brother. “Bro! You should of seeing it! Mia took out a group easily!” he said as Neytiri went over and looked at the screen to look at what was happening. “Really?” Kiri asked as Neteyam nodded. “They were all going crazy with one another, were distracted it, then BAM! she killed them all” he said as Kiri was a bit disturbed by this while Lo’ak seemed interested.

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You, Mia and Tuk had began to look around again. Now their was 9 students left, including you three, their were 12, turns out they were groups of three students. The watch has been letting you know how many students have been left, you had hoped it would go by faster. Killing fuckers left and right was fun, but it would get boring real fast. Mia and Tuk had been stuck to the hip since then, you saw how Mia had really warmed up to her, seeing bonding with a child was kind of odd, since she didn’t like kids. But now seeing her and Tuk interact was cute. You all had stopped for a break, you had found some fruit. You got enough for you, Mia and Tuk to eat.

Mia had been telling Tuk stories about her childhood, meanwhile you had been looking at your watch, nothing. You sighed frustrated, then you decided to check if your makeup was alright, since it was kind of a hot day. As you continued to look you noticed something from behind you, you looked closer, then you saw a male holding a gun towards you. “WATCH OUT!” you shouted, as then gun shoots were heard. Mia grabbed Tuk and hid her under her body, protecting her from any danger. You had also jumped next to Mia, helping her protect Tuk. Then you heard talking and moving around. You and Mia got up, seeing a terrified Tuk. Then Mia gave Tuk the scythe “here, take this, stay here and do not move okay? We got some business to do, okay? Go play with some flowers” Mia instructed the na’vi child. Tuk nodded, taking the scythe and the bag, moving to a hiding spot in some flowers.

You grabbed the nail bat while Mia got sweetie. Then you both went to look for the culprits. You found them, another group of males, this time you recognized one of them. Kai, the bully with the shitty hair, god he looked ugly with that haircut and the military uniform made it worse. He then spotted you and Mia approaching him, his other two team mates also had the military uniform on. “Oh! Well look who it is, whore number one and whore number two” Kai said, making his friends laugh with him. You and Mai saw how they had the same guns like you and Mia. “So, how are you two still alive?” he asked, pointing the his gun at both of you. Then Mia spoke “oh you know, just opening our legs for the desperate” she said with a teasing smile. “No wonder, that’s all you’re good for anyway” Kai said getting closer with his gun being pointed at Mia’s stomach. You had been watching, but you knew she had a plan, she did not look scared one bit. 

“Would you like a taste of the product?” Mia asked, looking down at Kai, he looked hesitant “nah, its probably all worn out” he said in an insulting way. Mia wasn’t going up. “Awe come on, you thought I wouldn’t see the way you look at me? I’m not that dumb when it comes to that kind of attention.” She said stroking his wild hair. You had been watching along with Kai’s teammates. Mia was making Kai nervous, she knew how to make someone nervous, she loved to  degrade others. “I saw how you got excited that one time I punched you. You didn’t think I noticed?” she said, making him gulp by her woods. You saw how hot and bothered he was getting by Mia, gross you thought. “I’ll do it again if you ask” she said, with a smirk on her face. “Y-y-yes..” he said panting by now. Then out of nowhere, Mia gave him a hard bunch, sending him flying. Kai moaned in pain, he was loving it. “M-more” he begged, now Mia walkover, and stood over him. “You’re a little whore aren’t you? Who is a bigger whore me or you?” she asked him giving him a sinister smile. While Kai whimpered out, Mia then took Sweetie and shot him on the abdomen, making him scream in pain. 

Now this was your chance, while his team mates watch this unfold. You gripped your bat tightly and swigged it up, hit one of the guys right side, making him scream in pain. The other aimed his gun at you then began to shoot at you, he missed horribly, you ran towards him and hit him on the side of his face. You had heard a crack along with blood splatter out. The first guy had tried to shoot at you, he got you right on your left arm, this would hurt later, you went back toward him and hit him on the face pretty hard with the bat. You heard how his skull also had crushed and brains when everywhere. 

Kai had been on the floor, bleeding out and causing his own blood out. Then his collar began to beep. “I can’t...ugh.. believe it..” he said as you walked over to Mia who was still looking down at him. “I’m going to die... by the hands of you two..” he chocked on his own blood that had been coming out of his mouth. You walked over, with the bat in hand. “What a shame, I was beginning to think you were cute” you said, giving a fake sad face, which made Mia giggle. “Well, any last words?” Mia asked, taking the bat from you. “You’re a fucking bitch..” Kai said as Mia then lifted the bat up then with all here force she hit Kai in the face, a couple times, after a few more hits, she had stopped. All that was left was just blood, flesh, bones and some other organs. “Kind of think of it, he looks way better like this” you said making Mia laugh. “Okay okay, come on” Mia said as you both began to loot their bags. 

You didn’t get much, except for some extra bullets for your gun and a box of cigarettes with a lighter. You guys didn’t really smoke but with all that was happening, you definitely needed it. You and Mia went to find Tuk who had been making flower chains while she waited. “Hey Tuktuk” Mia said catching her attention, her face lit up seen you and Mia return. Tuk ran over and hugged you both, happy to see that you were both safe, then she saw your wound. “Y/n you’re hurt!” she said looking at your arm. “Oh, It’s okay let me just get this heeled up.” You said to the worried child with a smile. You got to the purse and got out the kit, you had heeled your wound and wrapped it up tightly. Now it was when it began to hurt, it hurt like a bitch. It was already getting dark so you all began to head back. When you got back to the shack, you went over the river to wash your now ruined pink and white button up shirt, you hated it because the cardigan had got ruined by those bastards. 

After you all had ate, Mia put Tuk to sleep while her and you went outside to have a smoke. It was bad smoking since you were both fifteen, but what it any different than all the pollution happening on earth? The air was basically toxic but yet we still breath it. “We shouldn’t smoke, its bad for us” Mia commented as she blew out her smoke. “Yeah, but who cares these days” you replied taking a buff. “Also bad for the skin, I don’t want to be ugly like ever” you said, as Mia replied while taking another puff. “Yeah, you’re right, this is the only time that we do it.” She said, as she had finished her cigarettes and crushed it on the wooden steps. “When we win... should we go back to earth?” Mia had asked you, this question caught you off guard. “I mean, it’s our home” you tried to explain as Mia then spoke “I know but, look, this planet yes it toxic for us to live in but, also very green. We have not ever seen anything like this before, this air is clean, the air from earth isn’t anymore. We are basically killing the earth.” She had said, this was serious talk, Mia wouldn’t really be serious. “You’re right, but... we have to go back, so that we don’t cause any more trouble than we already are. I mean, Tuk got into this mess because of us humans. The sooner we win and leave the better, Tuk will be safe with her family and... we’ll be back home.” You said, Mia nodded in agreement. She didn’t want to leave Pandora, she had fallen in love with it, but she also had to go back to earth after they win. You and Mia went back inside to go to sleep. You both manage to get the smell of smoke off your clothes with some perfume, you’ll wash it in the morning. Then you both had gone to sleep, Mia’s question was still ringing in your ear. Did you want to leave Pandora and go home? Who knows. 

[ryukandmorty]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog. 💜

1. my traditional name given to me at birth roughly translates to strong wind, the day i was born a tornado touched down on the gulf island… so while storms are named after people i was named after a storm.

2. i feed crows and they follow me home sometimes.

3. I enjoy literature, and the first thing i wanna do is write whenever i’m inspired but as of late i’ve hit a writers block and i’m seeking redirection in my life but i’ma figure it out tho.

thank you for the question🙋🏻‍♂️

[jadekitty777]

The Emotionalist: Chapter 3

I’ma be honest, I just found out that copying and pasting to tumblr is not saving my bold and italics. I’m too lazy to fix it, so uh, I recommend reading these chapters on A03 lol Particularly this one which is text heavy.

Prompt for Day 4: Sick

Rating: T

Word Count: 5K

Summary: Clover Ebi was a huntsman who, like most Atlesian soldiers, hid most of his emotions behind a mask of calm professionalism. That is, unless, one knew where to look. And Qrow looked a lot.

Or, 5 times Qrow learned to read Clover’s mood not from his face, but from his ears. [An adjacent story to Hunting Season Hunting Season; events from Qrow’s POV]

Ao3 Link: Burning like the Sun

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Did you get the day off too?

Qrow leaned against the wall beside the Aceops office, left leg propped on the wall behind him and beating a staccato rhythm while he tapped a message back to his eldest niece. Yeah. Ol’ Jimmy has a heart after all. Got plans?

FNKI invited us out to a club. She replied. Rubes and Weiss aren’t interested but Blake and I are going. 

He arched an eyebrow, snorting. Try not to blow this one up firecracker. 🔥🔥🔥🔥

IT WAS ONE TIME! 

He could practically imagine the way Yang was fuming. 

Another ping only moments later, Anyways, what are you gonna do?

Things. He thumbed out, eyes drifting down the hall. Still empty.

He didn’t look away until another ping chimed for his attention.

…Responsible things?

He started to type out one of his typical answers, something that fit the blasé and uncaring attitude he often pulled with his niece. He had a dozen he used on any occasion, but some of his favorites were ‘Responsible people don’t have fun’ or ‘Ain’t my style’.

Then he paused and wondered at the ellipses his brash and impulsive niece never used in her texting and wondered if this question was more serious than he was used to.

He didn’t have to think hard to figure out why it was there.

Swallowing guilt, he told her a half-truth instead of an uncaring dismissal. If you must know, I have a date.

That certainly started some sort of implosion, as he saw his niece start and stop typing for several moments. 

Then, nothing except a big long pause.

Qrow realized he should be worried when a reply finally came in a burst of yellow text drawing itself along his screen:

Congratulations Old Man!

His shoulders shook to contain his laughter. I think my eyeballs just exploded. Then, with a huff, added, And don’t call me old.

You’ll survive. She quipped right back. After firing off a few annoying emojis his way, she finally said, Figured something was going on between you and Mr. Prince of the Forest.

Any amusement he had left died in his throat. 

Blood burning, he typed back aggressively, Don’t call him that Yang. Ever. That shit’s not okay.

Why are you suddenly mad at me??? Even through text, he could hear her indignation. 

He started to type rapidly, not even double-thinking his harshness  - Gods, she liked Blake for maiden’s sake! - but before he could even finish, her next reply stopped him cold.

That's what you called him!

No I didn’t, He defended back immediately. Sure he didn’t used to be the most sensitive about Faunus discrimination. There were definitely things he’d said or did in his youth that he wasn’t proud of, with his jeering tribemates egging him on. And because he was an idiot so desperate for approval, he hurt a lot of people who never deserved it - but that was a long time ago, and he’d grown up a lot since he’d left his old life behind and better people opened his eyes.

But, his niece was swiftly proving that false, pings coming back quick and short,

Um yeah. You did.

Like two days after the whole arrest bs

During breakfast

I mean you were kinda rough but 

Yeah

As the words drilled into his skull, they reached into his brain, pulling out a foggy memory. 

He hadn’t been… great when he first stopped drinking. Better than most, aura was a blessing sometimes, but he knew detoxing threw him for a loop. It was why he often preferred not to.

But with James not willing to put them onto the field until they at least settled in and the kids got their weapons fixed up - not even him - it had left Qrow with little to do but ride the waves of sicknesses and nausea.

Still, he had made an effort to join the kids for breakfast, even if he couldn’t stomach it. It was important they knew - well, that Yang and Ruby knew - that he was still trying.

Those first few days were always the worst though, leaving him sweaty and shaky and just all around in a piss-poor mood. That day in particular, he recalled having just come off from one of the worst sleeps of his life. First at the table but slumped over it and clutching his cup of undrinkable coffee like a lifeline.

Yet Ruby joined him as if it was just another Tuesday. 

And the small exchange he’d completely forgotten about surfaced like an oil spill on the ocean, black and poisonous:

“Hey, hey Uncle Qrow!” Ruby said enthusiastically, “Penny told us that when we get our weapons back, the Aceops want to take us all out on a mission together. Doesn’t that sound great?”

He scoffed, saying loud enough he knew every single person heard every single last one of his damn words, “Oh great, can’t wait for a prance through the frozen wastelands with Mr. Prince of the Forest and all his little woodland friends.”

He couldn’t recall exactly how anyone responded beyond a few uncomfortable laughs before the subject was quickly changed. 

He especially didn’t know what Blake’s had been - he had never looked up.

“Fuck.” He hissed to himself, smacking his head back on the wall. 

He… owed her an apology.

But first he had to fix something else. 

He forced his eyes back onto his scroll, his turn to rapidfire back replies.

Well I shouldn’t have.

If I ever say anything like that again, about ANY Faunus, punch me in the face. 

As hard as you can. 

I want to go through the WALL.

Got it?

He watched the little drawing quill dance as his niece started to reply but never let her get there as he asked, Why are you repeating me anyways? 

The quill didn’t come back.

His scroll went dark, then black.

“Qrow?”

He jumped, almost dropping the device. Looked up and around, to see Clover standing just a few paces away, eyebrow raised. His arms were relaxed at his sides, his own scroll held limp in his hand. But through the transparent display, he could see the polls newscast rolling, sound probably feeding directly into Clover’s communicator.

The sight of his ears, still in the near-permanent droop they’d fallen into since the start of the week, reminded Qrow why he was here.

“H-Hey!” He straightened up, corner of his lip pulling up in a half-smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Clover’s eyebrow only hiked higher, looking past him briefly. “At my own office?”

“Uh.” He articulated gracefully. “Yeah well. Figured you’d have the night off like everyone else.”

“I do.” Was the even reply, playfulness starting to glimmer in Clover’s eye. “Which only further doesn’t explain why you’re here though.”

Damn. 

Qrow cleared his throat, trying to save himself by appealing to the clever idiot, “Lucky guess?”

Clover’s ears twitched, raising just a smidge, mimicking the slow smile gracing his handsome face. “Is that so?”

“Of course.” He jutted out a hip, placing a hand on it. “Come on, don’t act like you’re not happy to see me Clubs.”

The slow roll of the other’s eyes on him was heated and absolutely deliberate. “I’m always happy to see you.” The husky promise sent a thrill through him. 

Yet, as fast as the flame was lit, it suddenly burnt out as something Qrow didn’t hear made Clover look down at his scroll, holding it tight enough he was surprised it didn’t break.

His ears had fallen once more.

“Anyways, I was just here to send off a few files Winter requested before I headed to the polls.” Clover’s tone was that clipped professionalism he usually reserved for the field as he walked past, opening up the door. “Did you need something?”

The change of pace took out some of his bluster, but he carried on as he trailed in after the other. “Well, I haven’t had a chance to see the sights lately. Was thinking you could give me a grand tour. Saaaay over dinner? Your choice, my treat?”

The other paused, hand hovering over the power button to his computer as he stared back at Qrow. “Not sure I’ve heard of a lot of tours that happen stationary in a restaurant.” The playfulness was back.

“Clover.” Qrow santured over, hopping onto the corner of his desk. “Come on already. We can even go to your favorite.”

This time he actually chuckled, finally booting up his computer. “I’m afraid my favorite place isn’t really your scene.” Clover glanced at him meaningfully. “Or your crowd.”

He’d guessed as much. 

It said a lot about the soldier and the way he’d been treated over the years that he so quickly was willing to shelter Qrow from experiencing his own culture. He didn’t think it had to do with a lack of pride, but rather a lack of agency in his own position. A Faunus holding such a high rank in the military, being James’ literal right hand, should be something to simply praise for the accomplishment itself. A sign of times truly changing.

But it was obvious from people like Robyn or Jacques, who would so easily use that stance against him, that all Clover could do instead was constantly mock an image of perfection and pureness to the world so that they couldn’t tear him and everything he stood for down.

He was so used to doing that, that it seemed to become almost second nature to hide anything that might come off as ‘troublesome’.

Unfortunately for him, Qrow wasn't really into all that rigamarole. He especially wasn’t when he wanted this to work so badly - the conversation they’d had two weeks ago about his insecurities over his semblance had only solidified that in his mind. What started out as just a bit of flirting and mutual attraction had turned into so much more. Clover was special and inspiring in a way he’d never met before, and he very much wanted to keep him in his life. 

“All I’m hearing is a bunch of excuses.” Qrow went in for the kill, leaning over the desk and dragging a hand through his own hair, disheveling it purposely as he put on his best smirk. “Come on Clover, take me out for a night on the town.”

Hook, line and sinker. Clover’s breath caught, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips, giving in with a simple, “I suppose dinner does sound nice. How ‘bout you meet me at the helipad docks at 6?”

Yes! Qrow did a mental victory dance, slipping off the desk. “You got it Clubs. I’ve got a few things to take care of, but I’ll see you then~”

“Yeah. I’ll be there.” Clover’s bright smile and raised ears was the last thing Qrow saw before the door closed. 

He started down the hall, already looking up locations for a good clothing and cologne store when his phone pinged.

A message from Yang.

He paused, the conversation from before Clover’s arrival coming back in a rush.

Reluctantly,  he tapped over to read it.

I dunno. I guess ‘cause you said it, I thought it was okay.

A hard knot of shame bunched in his stomach as the implications of that fully hit him.

“Shit.”

-

Six o’ clock on the dot, Clover walked into the station. 

Qrow took a mournful moment to admire him. Despite neither of them saying a word, it seemed they’d come to the universal agreement that this was a date.

Clover had dressed down for the occasion, and though he already missed the sleeveless vest, Clover filled out the dark green turtleneck rather prettily. His pants were black and framed shapely thighs. Kingfisher was still hitched to his hip and the leather belt it was attached to had a buckle with a shamrock printed on.

And, of course, completely for Qrow’s benefit, he wore a single chain drop earring in the tip of his right ear, a set of silver feathers that hung at the bottom tinging together anytime he moved.

As he drew close, Qrow could smell the cologne he wore. 

“Hey.” Clover breathed, eyes rolling over him shamelessly. “You look great.”

He glanced down, almost forgetting himself. He’d kept it simple, going for a pair of charcoal gray pants and matching it with a black dress shirt that had a red and white floral design on the inside of his collar and the rolls of the sleeves. He’d dug out his old necklace, the little cross settled over his heart.

But where he’d really gone all out was his nails - colored with a polish so dark blue it was almost black, with little silver confetti stars pressed over top with a clear coat. They caught the light nicely, little constellations twinkling along his hands.

The question on why he bothered with the effort still escaped him when he was about to ruin everything.

“Not as good as you, Clubs.” He tried anyways, even though his heart wasn’t in it.

Clover picked up on it immediately, one ear raising up like an exclamation as he asked, “You alright? If you’re having second thoughts-”

“No.” He cut him off quickly, not wanting Clover to think for a second it was about that. “But you might in a minute. I just… need to come clean about something.”

“Okay?” 

Clover only seemed further confused as Qrow handed over his scroll. “Read it. Next page too.” He mumbled.

They were just screenshots of the tail end of his conversation with Yang, starting from the damning slur to her last words to him.

Clover was quiet as he read it, eyebrows twisting down somewhat as he swiped to the next picture. Swiped back and read it again. Neither his face nor his ears were giving anything away, as if he was completely frozen.

Qrow felt his anxiety fester the longer he just stood there, staring at it. Eventually it grew to be too much, and he blurted out, “I’m really sorry.” 

Clover looked up at him.

On instinct, he looked away, then forced his eyes back. Look at him damnit! 

“I-I know that doesn’t make up for it. But you had the right to know.” He explained hastily and then he waited for whatever punishment was coming.

He mostly expected a punch to the face.

What he wasn’t expecting was for Clover to just blink and hand back his scroll with a calm, “That’s it?”

Excuse him - WHAT?!

His shock must have been evident, because the other man continued, “Qrow you’re not the first person to relegate me to deer-focused idioms.”

“Doesn’t mean I shoulda fucking said it.”

A sigh. “No, you shouldn’t have. But, and take this as nicely as you can - I’m not surprised that you’re kind of a total asshole to people you first meet.”

Qrow winced, but didn’t deny it. He could sweet talk like the best of them when he needed to, but on a general day-to-day? Especially with Atlas folk? Yeah, he wasn’t exactly Mr. Nice Guy.

Still…

“Clover, don’t make excuses for me.”

“I’m not.” He insisted, placing a hand on Qrow’s shoulder. “Look, listen to me, okay? I understand that you’re human and that you probably grew up with a lot of racists throughout your life. I’m not about to hold you up on a pedestal above everyone else. This stuff is complicated and more terrifyingly systematic than even I like to think about most days.” His fingers squeezed, just slightly. “But that’s not the important thing. You want to know what is?”

Qrow thought it over, shrugging a bit. “That I... was honest?”

“No. Well yes, but no. It’s that you understand it’s wrong and are willing to change it. Most people don’t give me that kind of respect.” He insisted, pulling back to rest his hand on his hip. “You know what happened when I told my last boyfriend I didn’t like him calling me ‘Fawny’? He got mad at me, asked why I was being ‘so uptight’ about it. And when I explained, he claimed I was just being dramatic.” Clover rolled his eyes, spitting out, “Fucking asshole.”

Even though it sounded truly awful, it was odd that he actually felt lighter at hearing that - but Clover tended to have that effect on him. Somehow, he always saw the best in him.

Well. Mostly.

“Didn’t you just call me an asshole, like, two sentences ago?” Qrow teased.

He waved him away. “Yeah but you’re like a general asshole, not a calculated one.”

“And that’s better?”

“Will you let me compliment you already?”

“That was a compliment?!” He mock-cried.

To his surprise, Clover burst out laughing.

It was a really nice sound, and he couldn’t help but join in. 

As it petered out, the two of them sharing smiles, Qrow admitted cautiously, “I’m really surprised you’re not mad at me.”

“Trust me Qrow. When I’m angry, you’ll know.” That promise sounded oddly terrifying. Before he could dwell too much on it, Clover pointed to his scroll. “But I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit - again. You know you never needed to tell me this, right? That you could have hid it forever, and I probably never would have found out.” He met his gaze, sincere and kind as he said, “The fact you did despite that says a lot more about the good in your character than I think you realize.”

Qrow’s eyes widened, a flush of warmth rushing through him. He might have been swooning. He was definitely blushing. “Clover…”

The soldier just seemed pleased with himself. Then a chime from the itinerary display went off, and his ear perked up before his eyes followed it. “Our flight’s ready.” He jabbed a thumb towards the loading station, giving him a wink. “What say we get outta here?”

Utterly enchanted, there really was only one answer to that. “Lead the way Clubs.”

-

The Dog Pan was a hole in the wall kind of place, right in the center of Mantle’s lower end district. It wasn’t quite the slums, but it was clear the side of town had seen better, with broken out windows and graffiti on most walls. 

Yet, the moment they walked in, he could immediately feel the closeness and community that seemed to radiate from the very core. The windows had top curtains with little leaping dogs weaved out of yarn and privacy blinds made of bed sheets with colorful designs. They matched well with the walls where, in place of traditional pictures, were long, flowing, multi-colored tapestries with beaded ends. One of them depicted the God of Animals, another the Shallow Sea and the island of Unitas it banked. It all looked hand-woven.

The place was also packed to the brim, some of the chairs shoved against tables not matching as if they had been brought in. There was music playing but he could barely hear it over conversation, which seemed unusually loud; yet despite any eared Faunus obviously pinning their ears down, there was still a kind of comradery in the laughter and noise.

“Wow. I figured it’d be nuts but not this crazy!” Clover's own ears had dropped but he was grinning. He glanced at him. “You still sure you’re good?”

Qrow snorted. He used to frequent rave bars at an alarming rate. This was nothing. “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want to scare me off Clubs!”

“Clover!” The shout had them both looking forward, a plump and jolly looking woman weaving her way around the tables towards them. She had a skin tone that reminded him of Marrow and black dog ears that flopped over on the top of her head. As she reached them, she was quick to pull Clover into a hug. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight! You haven’t been around in ages.”

“Good to see you Maxi.” He replied, hugging her back. 

She stepped back, zeroing in on Qrow, curious and welcoming. “And who is this handsome one?”

“This is Qrow, my new field partner.” Clover chuckled, patting his shoulder. 

Taking his cue, he held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

She shook it. “You as well darling. So, just you two then? I can’t get you a table, but I do have some room at the end of the bar.”

Clover shot him a questioning look.

He knew she meant a food bar, but it still settled like an itch on his skin. Shaking it off, he assured, “Works for me.”

“Lovely! Follow me.” 

They picked their way carefully through the restaurant to get towards the back, settling into circular seats that creaked and had tears in the leather. The counter was worn and he could see words and symbols carved into the softwood. Maxi took their drink orders and, with her so close to the kitchen, was back within moments with a soda and a pot.

“Gotta say,” She said to them as she poured Qrow’s coffee. “I’m disappointed you didn’t bring my son with you.”

Wait…

“‘Fraid we couldn’t. He’s working security tonight.” Clover explained.

Maxi sighed. “Remind that boy of mine it wouldn’t kill him to see his mother now and again, would you?”

He gave her a two-fingered salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You just call when you're ready, dears.” She said before departing to handle some of the other tables.

Qrow leant towards Clover. “So she’s…?”

“Yeah. Marrow’s mom. This is actually how I met him. Saw him stop a whole tray from falling out of his sister’s hands when she tripped.” Clover told him. “I asked him why he wasn’t in the academy, and he told me he was. He just spent all his free time here, bussing tables and cleaning dishes. I knew ever since then that if I ever got a spot on the team, I wanted him on it.”

How exactly a spot ‘opened up’ was left unsaid.

Qrow could probably guess anyways.

“He was a good choice. Kid’s got talent, just needs more steadiness.” He said instead. “So, you’re the only one with the night off?” He knew Elm, Harriet and Vine were all working security for Jacques’ campaign. They’d been specially requested, for obvious reasons. Likewise, Robyn had asked for whoever was left. 

“Perks of being Captain.” Clover joked. “And, James wanted Winter and I on standby.”

“For what?”

“For whatever happens once the polls close. Riots are uh, likely.” His eyes flicked to a TV set in the corner, and though it was inaudible, the picture of Jacques and Robyn on screen, the gap between their percentage ratings narrowing every minute, told them all they needed to know. “Among other things.”

Qrow kinda wanted to shoot it. “Y’know, I was trying to get you away from all that tonight.”

“Oh Qrow, I was always going to look. But,” He slid his hand across the table, the sides of their hands brushing. “At least I’ve got some good company to get me through it.”

Qrow hooked their pinkies together, a silent support.

“Come on, let’s order.”

-

Qrow had never seen a menu with so many post-it notes. The effect of the embargo was clear, as many foods had become too expensive or outright impossible to obtain - but anything with a cheaply grown vegetable, like corn or rice, or an easily obtained meat, like chicken which were bred plentifully or fish which was naturally fished and farmed out of the tundra, were still in supply.

In the end, he took Clover’s suggestion to try the smothered chicken legs.

Baked in gravy and coming with a side of cornbread and mashed potatoes, it was all sinfully good and filling.

He also managed to coax Clover to let him have a bite of his - the fried pike burst with flavor, likely attributed to its freshness. It came with a side of fries. Qrow stole a few of those too, mostly being cheeky about it.

Yet, as dinner carried on, the mood of the restaurant shifted. Conversations became hushed and subdued, a worry rippling through the people. No, a fear. If he strained to listen, he could catch snippets of conversation, whispers of what would happen to families stuck in the slums, of their children in the schools, of their jobs, their very way of living. Even Maxi seemed to hold her tray heavier with every pass, her smiles more strained. More people came in. Few left. It got so crowded, Qrow only had to lean back slightly to touch another person.

Try as he might to keep him distracted, Clover kept glancing at the TV. His ears were low enough, the feathers of his earring were resting against his shoulder.

As the last of the fries disappeared between them, Qrow asked softly, “You want to stay here?”

“‘Til it’s over.”

He nodded, and as their plates were gathered, asked for a refill. Sipped black coffee in one hand while the other slipped over damaged wood to touch Clover’s again. 

After a moment, Clover reached back, nudging under Qrow’s fingers so they slipped over top of his own.

The minutes ticked on. 

The percentages between Schnee and Hill grew smaller and smaller.

47-53.

48-52.

49-51.

At the final second, it hit 50-50.

The whole restaurant had gone dead silent as the polls disappeared, reporter Oliver Sikes taking over the screen. “And there we have it! The polls have officially closed and the final tallies are coming through now. Phew, what a close race. It’ll be just a minute now folks.” He rambled on for a bit more, detailing out the last districts that were decided on and the few they were still waiting on the exact counts from. But like all things in Atlas, his prediction was precise. 

As the sixty second ended, Sikes was announcing, “Oh and here we go, I’m being told the counting is done! And it looks like…”

The polls flashed back on screen.

57-43.

“Jacques has been announced the winner!”

The declaration was like pulling the pin off a grenade, a sudden, explosive roar starting up around them as the restaurant descended into chaos. 

The hand in his had tightened into a vice.

“What the fuck!” Qrow exclaimed. There was no fucking way, with a race that close, that Jacques pulled that much ahead. That meant some of the votes had been falsified. He jerked his head around, spitting, “Clover, that’s - Clover?”

Clover didn’t so much as respond to him, his wide eyes still staring at the screen where Jacques had started his victory speech. His face was completely motionless and impassive.

It was his ears that told Qrow the real story, as they had flipped back horizontally, the entire lengths of them trembling with barely withheld rage.

Just as soon as he’d seen it, it was gone when a furious outcry from the back had them both looking over their shoulders in time to see a man with moose antlers toss his chair. It hurtled its way across the restaurant and slammed right into the TV, shattering it on impact.

Had it been up to him, Qrow would have given the guy a medal.

Clover didn’t seem quite as praising, as he slammed his hands on the counter before climbing up onto it, shouting across to the crowd. “EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” He bellowed. “This is a Faunus-friendly establishment - a piece of our own community! What are you doing wrecking it?!” 

Some people heard it, others didn’t, still arguing and trying to trash the place. 

“No-No, please don’t!” Qrow heard Maxi cry just as one of her tapestries was pulled off the wall. Another person threw a plate on the floor. 

A window cracked.

Sensing things were about to get further dangerous, he hopped the counter while Clover continued to try and appeal to the growing mob. Just as Qrow had managed to usher the sobbing woman through the kitchen door where the rest of her family was, ordering, “Get out the back!” he heard someone’s scream pierce the air that had him whirling around in horror.

“Wait, aren’t you Clover Ebi!? You voted for Schnee! Traitor!”

“Traitor! Traitor!” The mob chanted.

It was like a wave as they surged towards Clover, grabbing at his legs and trying to pull him off the bar. He yelped, grabbing onto a light fixture. It yawned worryingly.

“HEY!” Heart hammering in his chest, Qrow lunged towards Clover, trying to pull him the other way, kicking some of other Faunus back. “Let him go!”

The light fixture snapped but Qrow had just enough leeway to yank him down on the other side of the bar. 

They backed up against the wall as the mob all started to round it and climb over.

He curled a hand around Harbinger’s hilt. Was he really going to have to…?

In the corner of his eye, he saw Clover desperately flick the feathers of his earring.

A second later, an unmistakable siren pierced the air.

Grimm.

Everyone froze.

Then some started to panic, rushing out the doors. Others flung themselves under tables or into the corners. 

Sharing a look, he and Clover moved, using the sudden space to leap onto the tables around the thinning crowd and make it to the exit.

They spilled into the street and started running. The first block was for safety. 

At the second, Clover finally managed to lift his shaking hand to his earpiece, “Marrow, report.”

Qrow grabbed his shoulder, pulling them both to a stop. He could feel the tremors leaking from Clover’s skin.

“Right. Roger. We’re on our way.” Clover dropped his hand to Kingfisher, taking a deep, steadying breath as he unfurled it. “Robyn’s party was attacked. A dozen people are dead and the grimm are flocking to it.”

Qrow gave him one last check over, just to make sure he was really okay, before he unsheathed Harbinger. “Let’s go.”

[svailana]

I’m trynna watch hannibal so i can enjoy the A1 fanfiction a little better but the premise is so ??? I mean it’s not the first show I’ve watched were the investigator get a little too into thinking like the killer but my mans will definitely deserves to be haunted and all the judgement he be gettin.

The rest is just me venting about episode 1 for entirely too long

Idk why it gives me the ick so bad I watched a good majority of Dexter and You till he pissed in the jar???

Maybe its the good guy being a lil bitch bout it. Or maybe the intro is just cringe. Cuz ngl “your not supposed to be in here” blew me 😭😭😭

Why is Will always on the verge of tears? And why is the lighting dookie?

Why is miss ma’am processing evidence with her hair down 😬😬😬

Is Hannibal the blueprint? Like one of the og crime shows cuz lots of shows be doing things that I’ve seen just in the first episode?

Not a forced love interest. On the first episode 🙃🙃🙃

Having ms girl posted up like ms girl from the ring is crazy

a cannibalistic serial killer not eatin ms victim cuz of her liver is disrespectful

Y’all aint convey that hannibal the cannibal was vaguely European . Im trying to place the accent but i cant figure it out.

The PENCIL LEAD the fore shadowing

I’ma need my brother to lock in cuz wym this man ain’t give you the ick

Do YoU sTrUGgLe WiTh tASte

And will why are you like this.

You won’t like me when I’m psychoanayzed headass

Hannibal gives me the ickkkkk

Supreme empathy is a stupid super power

Why is hannibal such a freak.

Oh shit they not hiding hannibal the cannibal. Is he doing it just cuz??? How long till will figure it out or is will capping

How do people watch this and write anything about hannibal slanging D

He pulled up to wills house bro what and he let him in

Ahhh he eating ms girl 2 in front of him he FED HIM MS GIRL 2 omg this show is too freaky

Who eats food from a stranger that just pulls up at your house

Calling a grown man a fragile little teacup in his own house AND the mongoose that ran under the house when the snake slid by AND ordering him to finish his breakfast

How you getting bitched in your own crib

WILL GET UP FIGHT BACK STOP BEING A LIL BITCH

Rip to the innocent plumber whose about to get railroaded

OH SHIT THAT BITCH A CANNIBAL TOO HOW MANY CANNIBALS CAN BE IN ONE GEOGRAPHIC REGION WTF

Ey yo Will kinda snapped with that deduction

Oh wills actor just got naturally watery eyes got it

Omg Mans murked his family. I thought will was actually bout it bout it when he shot mr plumber but he still let the daughter get knifed.

So he still a bitch.

The daughter for sure can never live a regular life after that if she ever recovers 😭😭😭 and Hannibal know what he doin trynna manipulate will

Sitting in the hospital room like he gaf

I hate this show but at the same i wanna see what happens next

[theminecraftbee]

I’ma start watching hermitcraft, what do you think is the best way to get into it?

welcome to hermitcraft! i hope you enjoy its very good. here are my “getting into hermitcraft” advices!

start from the current season, season nine. you can start from episode one of your chosen hermit or just sort of hop in; if you just sort of hop in you’ll miss a few fun events that have happened (namely, the diamond pillar war) but you’ll figure out what’s going on soon enough. season isn’t too long yet though so “watch from the beginning” shouldn’t be too rough.

unlike some other minecraft series hermitcraft can be entirely understood from the videos. some hermits stream hermitcraft and some don’t—my guy, for example, joe hills, is the guy who streams the most hermitcraft, streaming five nights a week plus some bonuses, whereas hermits like grian and mumbo don’t stream at all. so don’t worry that you’ve missed things on stream—it’ll turn up in a video if it was important!

because there are twenty-six hermits (I think I’m bad at counting forgive me if that’s wrong) it can be daunting to pick who you want to watch! i have a few advices for this.

advice one: if you know a hermit from elsewhere (for example you’ve watched an mcc team with them on it or maybe are a fan of one of the life series or maybe came across cub hanging out with a speedrunner etc etc), and you know you like them or you know you are at least somewhat interested, go with watching them! they’ll eventually start interacting with other hermits, which you can use to branch out as you want.

advice two: watch the hermitcraft recap! i mean, do this anyway; the jokes are funny, zloy and pixlriffs and lyarrah are beloved, and no one has time to watch all of the hermits every week. the recap ensures you can know the important bits of what everyone is up to, and when there are big events like the civil war, can be a vital resource to follow context for it! however, the recap serves another really important function: if you watch the recap you can get the vibes for most of the hermits and will get an idea of what all of their projects for the season are! it’s therefore a great way to both quickly catch up with hermitcraft to the current episodes and to pick hermits to watch.

advice three: there’s a “pick a hermit” video/flowchart on the recap channel too; it doesn’t have pearl and gem, the newest hermits, but it can also be a good way to pick a hermit to watch!

advice four: all that said, in general newer hermitcraft fans (and current ones) tend to like grian, who interacts with a lot of people and has videos that are of a fairly accessible style, so he’s often a good person to start with before you start branching out to the others.

advice five: also if you want specific recommendations you can tell me the kind of content you’re looking for out of hermitcraft and I can try to vibe check you.

I hope this helps!

[triplexdoublex]

Swim Good

Parings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: mentions of substance abuse, pegging, throat fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, lots of emotions , giving up control , crying during sex

A/N: I know you guys were super excited about this one so give me all the feedback! Did it live up to your expectations?

“So what’s this ‘something new’ you wanna try tonight?” Colson smirked as you climbed into bed straddling him. “I’m pretty sure we’ve done just about everything.”

“Almost everything,” you gave a sly smile before reaching under the bed into your special box of toys and retrieving a strap-on.

“What the fuck do you plan on doing with THAT thing?” Colson’s eyes went wide and concerned.

“Fucking you with it,” you whispered seductively in his ear , letting your tounge trace over his double X tattoo.

“Yeah…I don’t know about that,” he practically laughed.

“You like when I put a finger in your ass during sex right? So what’s the difference?

“The difference is that’s just kinky, but a strap-on is.. uhhh little .. ya know—“

“Says the man with pink nails,” you rolled your eyes. “Colson it’s 2022, if you don’t wanna try it that’s fine, I respect that but don’t use that as an excuse,” you paused, “besides with that logic that would mean lesbians are straight, since they use them too.”

“Ok, facts, can’t argue with that,” he shrugs with a laugh. “Ummm,” he paused, giving himself time to think about it. “Promise to go easy..?”

“Of course.”

*****************

Colson had always naturally been dominant, stemming from his constant need to be in control— to feel in control— of his life, his mind, his emotions, his past, his future, and everything in between. Outside of his music he rarely let himself be vulnerable— always putting on a brave face for the cameras, the fans, the media, and even with you. He was never that open about his feelings and you knew better than to pry, instead you often watched helplessly as he decompressed the only way he knew how: drugs and alcohol.

But the dynamic between the two of you had shifted slightly after that night of experimenting, as did things with his substance abuse.

It’s not that he wasn’t still dominant with you— 95% of the time he absolutely was— just as always—throwing you up against a wall, asking you “Who does this pussy belong to?” Ect. And it’s not that he gave up drugs and drinking completely but he seemed he was at least mostly laying off the hard stuff and only drank socially and not to excess. And now there were times where he’d get real quiet and cuddly, and nuzzle into your neck like a cat looking for attention and that’s when you knew what he wanted— no, what he needed.

It became his new drug— his new means of decompressing, of giving up all control when life got too hectic and his feelings too heavy; therapy for the man who paid for therapy but never actually went.

So when you heard the sad pluck of guitar strings and heavy lyrics of a familiar yet different song coming from your shared bedroom you figured you should check on him.

“I’ma about to drive in the ocean, I’ma try to swim from somethin’ bigger than me. Kick off my shoes, and swim good , and swim—“

“Kells?” You interrupted, bringing his guitar to a screechy pause. “You, good?”

He looked at you silently with dead eyes that spoke the words he wouldn’t say and patted the edge of the bed next to him. You took a seat and he retired his guitar to his other side and let out a sigh. His head then immediately fell to your shoulder as you had expected it would. He brushed your hair off your neck with the tip of nose and placed the daintiest of kisses there.

“Yeah?” You questioned, making sure you were reading his silence and body language correctly.

“Mmhmm” he responded wordlessly, nodding his head.

You helped him undress out of his black skinny jeans with striped shirt and instructed him how you wanted him. “All fours…and leave the collar on.”

He did as he was told and got into position as you once again reached into your box of toys and pulled out the strap-on. You replayed the first time over again in your head as you undressed and equipped yourself. You remembered the way his ribs quivered with sobs bringing you to a halt. “Keep going” he had mumbled , lowering himself onto his elbows and letting his head hang into his palms. You had resumed rocking into him at his request, until he came hard, his head swimming from the rush of dopamine and oxytocin. Neither of you spoke of it afterwards— you never do.

“Shit, we’re outta lube!” You exclaimed, giving the bottle a desperate squeeze.

Time to improvise. You weren’t sure Colson would go for the idea but he was always fairly docile when he got into these moods.

Caught off guard—he only hesitated briefly when the purple, phallus-shaped object strapped to your pelvis pressed against his lips. “Suck!” You instructed. “Outta lube, need you to make this nice and wet for me baby.”

Slowly, with his eyes down,his tentative yet curious tongue emerged from his mouth, as his lips parted, wrapping around the tip of the toy.

“Baby, look at me,” you gently coached him with your hand softly under his chin; having never made eye contact when he was being submissive before. To your surprise he obliged, albeit timidly, his face flushing a soft pink under your gaze as you ran your hand over the bulge in his cheek. “You listen so good—,” you praised with a harsh pat before threading your fingers into his bleach blonde locks, “But c’mon I know you can take it deeper than that.”

You pulled his head forward, plunging the toy in further. His eyes brimmed with tears, never leaving yours as you fucked his throat. Obscene, wet sounds of gagging and gurgling filled the room. You pulled him off by his hair a few moments later, not wanting to strain his vocal chords.

With a hooked finger through the O ring of his collar you yanked him towards your mouth. “Open!” You demanded; and he listened, opening wide and letting his tongue hang out just passed his lips.

Sucking on the inside of your own cheeks you worked up as much saliva as you could, then with pursed lips let it drip from your mouth to his, finishing with a sloppy kiss.

“Now spit.” You instructed, letting go of his collar and presenting him with the strap-on again. And again he did as he was told, coating the toy with a mixture of both of your saliva. “Perfect,” you praised, then moving to get into position behind him.

You ran the purple tip over the eager pink pucker between his cheeks slicking him up before applying pressure, allowing the toy to slowly sink into him.

“Mmmhhmgh” he let out a low throaty rumble of a moan at the feeling of being filled .

“Yeah, baby, lemme hear you!” You encouraged, desperately trying to break him out of his mostly silent comfort zone he’s grown accustomed to.

“Fff—uck! Feels so good, Y/N!” He cried out as you began a steady, deep, in and out rhythm.

Your hands clawed at his tattooed waist as you pulled him back against you with every forward thrust. And when you had to momentarily let go of him to adjust a loosening buckle on your hips, he didn’t miss a beat, continuing to bounce back against you on his own.

“Look at you, being a good little slut for me,” you teased playfully — He was really coming out of his shell this session.

You took back over again as orgasm neared and the tears started to flow; they always went hand in hand. As if on cue his legs began to tremble, his nose stifle, and before you knew if he was face down sobbing into the mattress, his skinny white ass still perked up in the air for you.

You never spoke of it but this time felt different, you wanted him to know he didn’t have to be ashamed of the emotions that came over him when he gave up control like this.

“I’m right here baby,” you whispered between his shoulder blades, kissing him softly and wrapping a hand around his dick. “It’s okay, let it out.”

And let it out he did — in more ways than one; salty tears and warm cum soaking the sheet under him. You gently helped him ride out his high before pulling out.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and smiled at you with teary eyes and wet face and then looked away.

“Hey, look at me,” you turned his face towards you. “You did amazing, you ARE amazing, and I love you, ya know?” You thumbed away his tears as you spoke.

“I love you too,”

“Still feel like driving into the ocean? You nudged him with your elbow as you sat there by his side.

“Nah, the only thing ‘swimming good’ now is my head, thanks to you,” he smiled sweetly before kissing your temple.

[cloveroctobers]

in which you used to date / with my favs

I’m taking a aim at writing for my other men, please go easy on me lol! Inspired by those intriguing YouTube channel’s like “The Cut” for this one. So yes this is interviewer style I guess! Also written with WOC or POC in mind but not really specified until certain excerpts that is…!

FEZ

“Why did we break up?” You read the question as you sat across from your ex.

You and Fez dated for almost two years until he was the one to break things off. That happened the summer before you went off to college. You graduated with a associates and moved on from the heaviness that was your home back in California. Of course you learned to move on from Fez and occasionally Ash would hit you up on Instagram, checking in on you? When it really should have been the other way around but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment and how important you’ve became in Ash’s life and his in yours.

Fez didn’t give a shit about the socials, none of that was important. What mattered was what happened in the now rather than what someone else thought onlookers would want to see. And he was right about that, at first you hated that he hated social media because a part of you wanted to know what he had been up to. You were too stubborn to ask Ash how he’s been—even out of politeness you wouldn’t ask. Life went on and here you were a couple of years later sitting across from each other for this little social experiment?

The both of you had Ash to blame for that.

Fez looked disinterested, slouched backwards in his chair messing with his fingers trying to look anywhere else but at you—especially at this question. It felt like hours before he drawled out a answer.

“It’s ‘cuz you always thought promiscuous was the best song choice to sing when you were drunk off yo ass.”

It took you a second to respond with a snort of laughter. That response seemed to ease a little tension between the two of you, your bodies relaxing just a tad. “It was actually say it right but—

Fez held his hands out silently asking if that was supposed to mean something to him. He gained some points for remembering the song name at least? Right?

“…so…are you going to let the question slide and take a drink or are you going to let the people know?” You kept your eyes trained on the sea-colored ones across from you.

Mentioning the others in the room seemed to make Fez fold into his shell a little bit more. Which you silently kicked yourself for but he shifted, pressing his elbows into the table in front of you. He then rubbed at the thickness of his copper beard and thought about it.

“I’ma be honest.” Fez slowly replied, “You know I’m not coo with the liquor and you deserve a answer after all these years. I owe you that.”

You held your breath, knowing that this was about to get real. You were finally about to get some answers. Some closure that you needed. That many of your friends said you needed.

Fez licked at his bottom lip, glancing downwards before leaning on his elbows again, “i never felt like I was good enough for you…you knew that. Yet you still stayed around especially when things got real outta control and that was a real ass revelation for me you know? I couldn’t continue potentially fucking up your life anymore so I pushed you to go and you finally did.”

You huffed, feeling so many things and kicking yourself for not fighting harder. You loved Fez with all you had and you let him get into your head, you let him push you away so that you could do what you wanted to do in life. He’s never once stopped you from figuring out what you wanted to do, he was never the type. He did his shit, you stayed by him, and was always yourself. You never judged him for doing what he had to do to take care of himself, Ash, and his grandma. However the both of you knew that all that shit would catch up to him, it was only a matter of time.

You were glad that he was still here. You wanted Fez to still be here, to still be in your life. It hurt to finally hear the truth that he’s been holding onto all this time. And you felt your eyes burning as you got up from your seat a bit to whack at Fez’s chest.

“So we choosing violence?” Fez held his clavicle.

You nodded, “hell yeah because that’s all you had to say!”

“I’ve told you that before.”

“Yeah but this time was different…this was all after you—

You were sure the editors would bleep that out.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference tho,” Fez shrugged his shoulders, “you still went.” And with that he sat back, his eyes now burning into yours.

And that you did. That was what you had to accept. And get over being more angry with yourself first for leaving than with Fez pushing you to.

JORDAN BAKER

Jordan pinched at the bridge of his nose, smiling at the question you just asked him. Jordan was probably one of the only exes that you had that you were still cool with.

“Out of all my exes…why you?” Jordan paraphrased, laughing a bit again.

It really wasn’t all that funny but thinking back on Jordan’s track record? It evoked a little chuckle. Just a little.

“So I wouldn’t dare ask the others to have this moment with me because…it might sound a little harsh to say this but I wouldn’t consider them really my exes.” Jordan winced.

You glanced to your right in the direction of the camera crew, “they’re more his flings/lovers. Wasn’t ever serious, there was one before me. Her names Ripley.”

“And she really hates my ass now that I’m married.” Jordan chuckled.

Okay so the two of you might be a little bit tipsy right now but jordan was always the lightweight.

“That part.” You pointed.

Jordan sighed resting his cheek into the palm of his hand, “and Simone doesn’t have to tolerate you, I think she actually likes you.”

“I don’t know about all that.” You laughed, “I just made it clear that I won’t ever intervene with your relationship or ever dive back into those teen feelings for you.”

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what’s that saying? Never say never?”

“Okay, Brandy.” You snapped your fingers.

Jordan shrugged his shoulders, “I was thinking more Bieber and Jaden but alright.”

“Of course you were,” You rolled your eyes while Jordan furrowed his thick brows as if to question what that meant, “Don’t you always say Simone is your soulmate, boy if you don’t tone that ego down!” You sassed.

Jordan raced his hands in defense, “you’re right, you’re right. I’m just joking you guys, I’m happily in love with my wife.”

“Absolutely and I’m happy that you’re happy,” You held up the shot glass in which Jordan took a inhale through his teeth but raised his own nonetheless, “so don’t start nothing in the comments. Cheers!”

“Why are we taking another shot if we answered the question?” Jordan frowned.

Clinking your glasses together you tossed your head back and let the liquor burn the back of your throat while Jordan sipped at it. You booed at him until he scoffed and tossed his own head back to fully take it then reached forward to snatch a lime.

��He can’t hang with me, y’all.”

“I can hang,” Jordan winced as he felt some hair grow on his chest, “I see why GW always encouraged dad and I to take some whiskey when we catch a cold. Jesus!” He shudders while you held your hands out to prove your point, “Alright, I just can’t hang like I use to. You win.”

“Always do.” You winked at him leaning your cheek into your palm as you smiled sweetly at Jordan who huffed with a shake of his head.

ANGEL REYES

“What do you think is the hardest part of what I do for a living?” You asked, placing the card down and peering over at your ex-husband.

Angel Reyes breathed out a laugh, “Thank god that wasn’t my question to you.”

You also laughed.

“Right, I would have laid all your business out in a heartbeat.” You held your arms out.

Angel tapped his unlit cigarette against the wooden table with a smirk, “yeah and you might be getting a call from bishop later tonight.”

You raised a brow at the mention of the man but said nothing else. That man was in charge of Angel, not you. You were separate but you weren’t going to take it there, not unless it needed to go there.

“Y/N’s a doctor. Real smart like my idiot brother. Always in a lab coat, glasses and shit. They can diagnose and provide the best treatment plans for people.” Angel summarized as a little background for those watching.

“So a pathologist.” One of the camera men stated.

Angel glanced over at the man who shrunk back behind the others, “yea thanks, that’s what I said fuckin’ jimmy neutron.”

You went to slap Angel’s wrist to gain his attention back on you. He gave you a look before continuing, “to answer the question I think any job is hard enough if you’re the one dealing with it. Obviously right? But I know it ain’t easy to tell people that you got something that you don’t ever want. I know you don’t always directly tell them that you almost always relate the message to their doctors but you got a big heart so I know every diagnosis gets to you even if you don’t know that person. Me on the other hand? If they were a shit person then that’s what you get. That’s your own karma. But that’s not Y/N, they’re gonna feel for you regardless.”

“It’s the cancer in me.”

Angel’s face went completely blank, “what…why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Angel, You know when my birthday is right?”

Angel was still confused, “June 29th…said you were born at 6 in the morning or something.”

“Then that makes me a cancer.”

You could see the wheels turning in Angel’s head before he sat back in his chair with a grunt, “you talkin’ about that zodiac shit again? About to give me a damn heart attack, I immediately thought about the other thing.”

“Aw you still care about me,” You walked your hand over to lace your hands together while Angel rolled his eyes as if it wasn’t obvious, “Angel’s a Scorpio sun, Sag moon, and Aries rising for those who are curious.”

A few ‘ah’s’ sounded around the room making Angel frown at that before glancing back at you who was clearly trying to hide their laughter. He hated when you did that shit, talk about things he didn’t know about. You did it quite a bit with EZ and it irked him until you would finally let him in on it. He’s heard you talk about this astrology shit quite a bit in your marriage. Even read a few of your books and went to some astrology reading appointments you had but when he told you that lady gave him the, “heebie jeebies” along with watching conspiracy videos on the zodiac killer he was not down with the astrology shit. No way. Keep that Bruja shit to yourself, thanks.

“I feel like you just put my whole business out there and I don’t like that.” Angel muttered as he stared down at your conjoined hands, liking how your hand still fit right in his.

You squeezed his hand, “not really. There’s a good percentage of people in the world just like you that don’t believe in the stars so…don’t take it so personal.”

“I believe in a lot though.” Angel argued, pushing forward again.

You nodded your head, knowing this.

“Like we might not be destined to be married but we could still be something.” Angel flirted making you groan and snatch your hand back but he held on tight bringing your hand to his lips.

You playfully gagged as he pressed a kiss there trying to snatch your hand back. “Please someone cut the cameras and get me a restraining order stat.”

“They ain’t getting rid of me regardless if we’re divorced or not. You stuck with me, I been told you that since the day we met.” Angel let you have your hand back which you rested back on your lap.

You reached for a shot knowing that this would always be in fact true. Sure your marriage was short lived but your friendship would probably be forever. You’ve been through too much to just up and leave each other for good. Marriage was hard sure but friendship was even harder…and yet here you two were still in each other’s lives going strong for who knows how long. This was just the way the two of you worked and no one else could change that.

EZ REYES

You and EZ were currently in a staring contest due to what the question he read requested the two of you to do. You and EZ had a playful relationship before and after you two got together and it still felt the same afterwards. This was mainly a ex segment that the two of you got wrapped up into (the cash reward was a nice bonus as well!) but in your mind you still didn’t consider each other exes whereas EZ would proudly say that you were. He had no issue claiming you whereas you had commitment issues and just downplayed what the two of you were.

In a sense this was like a therapy session that needed to be had but with a little fun on the side when it got too deep. You had a feeling it would get deep quicker than the fun lasts.

You studied Ez’s face, trying your hardest to not blink while in the mist. He still looked the same, still felt the same, and was still same ‘ol Ezekiel Reyes. He smiled wide at you, not blinking, which was insane! And would have been creepy if he didn’t look the way that he did. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he kept his trained on your face as well. It was you who blinked once he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You’re such a bastard! Out here cheating.” You folded your arms while EZ chuckled to himself.

“How did I cheat exactly?” Ez picked the card back up, flipping the edges against his fingers.

You fanned your hand at his face, “you know what you did! You sitting there in all your handsome glory. I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we knew each other quite well, allow me to introduce myself, I’m Ezekiel but I go by EZ.” He held his hand out smirking at you but you smacked his hand away before folding your arms back together.

You mocked his charming ways as he cracked up in front of you. “Y/N is a sore loser, if you didn’t catch that.”

“And EZ is a cheater and plays dirty.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m so handsome.” He cooed.

“I never said that.”

Ez looked at the crew and held his finger up, “let’s rewind the footage back, I was called handsome was I not?”

“I said handsome glory, not so handsome.”

“Same shit.” He shrugged, stupid smile still shining.

“I can’t stand this ni-.”

After a moment of you gathering yourself Ez repeated what was asked of you two, “Since you blinked first, Y/N. You must reveal a personal problem and ask your partner, me, for advice on how they might handle it. So do spill.”

One thing about EZ Reyes, he was always good at giving you advice and being there for you when you needed it. This was not a big thing but there was one thing on your mind that was bugging you but you just weren’t sure if this was something you should bring to the table, especially with the guy that you sorta kinda still had feelings for.

“Okay so there’s this Irish dude that lives next door to me, his cat keeps getting into my apartment because of my stupid window…you know the situation with that.”

Ez smirked to himself which you chose to ignore.

“And he’s always coming around at weird times of the night looking for his cat and I genuinely think he’s doing this on purpose. I don’t know why he’s up at these times but you know I’m always morning shift so you mess with my sleep it automatically means you’re asking for me to commit homicide.” You told your story which Ez listened to patiently as you blabbed on almost getting to the point.

“I think he’s an engineer or something cause there’s always this buzzing and he’s always carrying this equipment. Anyways, on top of that! he’s always parking in my parking spot because he apparently has money and has two cars and feels like it’s okay to park in my second spot.”

“Why do you need two parking spots, you only drive a beetle? You won’t let me get you a bike, and you only care about that toy looking car and your rollerblades.” Ez asked.

You paused, “becaaause when I signed the lease I was assigned two parking spaces. Most apartments get one or two, it all depends. The person that lived there before me had two big ass cars so I was also given the choice of two.”

Ez dipped his head, “okay…but you don’t need the second spot so that’s not something to be really annoyed about right?”

You felt your eye twitch, “we both know that you don’t like when someone takes something that belongs to you.” That came out automatically making Ez exhale before you continued, “Sure I don’t need it but it’s mine and I’ve told him about this twice but he keeps on doing it. And now his cat is missing, I know what you’re thinking, he hasn’t been in my place since I’m in the process of getting the window fixed—

“Wait, who’s fixing the window?”

“Coco.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to fix it? I was the one who broke it.”

“You’re busy lately, Coco isn’t.” You tried to move on from that but Ez wasn’t letting that go.

Ez inhaled, “but I said when you wanted it to be fixed let me know and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Ez, it’s just a window. It wasn’t that serious.”

‘To you.’ Ez thought to himself.

You waited to see if he was going to say anything else but when he didn’t you carried on, “Now he thinks I did something to his cat and there’s scratches on my car and one of his friend’s asked me out, he was drunk but he clearly didn’t like that either that his friend and I are actually carry conversations while the both of us keep it cute and short when we see each other before his cat went missing.” 

Ez blinked hard trying not to roll his eyes, “my advice is to tell him you’re willing to help him look for his cat or put up posters or whatever as long as he respects your parking space and that he needs to request another spot that isn’t yours.”

You silently agreed, you were going to do that anyways…

“And what about his friend that keeps asking me out?” It just flew off your tongue.

Ez stared at you then with something in his eyes that you’ve seen before, that sent shivers down your spine if you were being honest, “if you’re open to see where that goes then go for it. You seem to always know what to do when you want to do it. Also get coco to check out the scratches on your car too.”

He said this but you weren’t sure he meant it.

“Excuse me, can I take a five real quick?” Ez politely asked before getting up from the table with you doing the same.

You called out to him but Ez kept on walking and out of sight. You had no idea what crawled up his ass, and sat back down to unlock your phone.

COCO CRUZ

“Do you think the image you have of yourself matches the image people see you as?” It was like pulling teeth trying to get Coco here, which shouldn’t have been surprising in the first place since it was the same way being with him.

You didn’t think he’d show but he proved you wrong when he plopped down in the chair opposite of you. The way the two of you greeted each other was short but cordial and the interviewers knew just the basis, you were exes and it was a bitter end to it. As to be expected since it was a—sorry have to say it, toxic relationship.

He had a cigarette lit, which he knew you hated the smell of, it actually triggered you since your grandfather used to smoke them heavily and would get the ashes in your hair as you sat by his knees while he watched his boring western films. He even burned you a couple of times, a few times by accident…the rest on purpose. Coco knew about the childhood abuse you endured and yet things turned physical between the two of you. It was a cycle along with his own childhood trauma. It was probably inevitable that the two of you wouldn’t last as a couple but it seemed as if you two really wanted to make it work…you were more vocal about it but Coco could be so cold majority of the time it always felt like he didn’t care enough.

So you were the one to call it quits but he wasn’t having it. It was always push, pull, touch and go with the two of you. However the last straw was when he got drugs involved. You hoped he wasn’t still into that shit, he looked better than the last time you saw him—still rough around the edges but at least he had some weight to him.

Coco took a long drag from his stick and angled his sharp jaw in a different direction to exhale the smoke. He raised his shoulders in response, “I don’t give a fuck about what people see when they look at me. Who are they to me? Nothing.”

Typical Coco Cruz answer.

“Think deeper about the question.” You added just as a interviewer also tossed in, knowing that the temperament of this guy was pretty high.

“We all put out images of ourselves simply by just being, sometimes unintentionally sometimes intentionally. Take your ex, y/n for a example, whatever you think about yourself do you think they also think the same of you?” The interviewer tried to be a mediator.

You silently thanked the person for their help, having a detailed conversation with them earlier before you were all hooked up to wires and went live.

Coco glanced away thinking about it before he settled his eyes back on you. His stare was always so intense, like he was seeing right through you and it was scary because he said you did the same thing to him. He was always the one to challenge you with his stare and then his voice and words. Coco was very skilled that way, knew his advantages and how to use them to get his way or to make someone hurt.

“Pretty sure it does,” He started, “My bitch of a mother—

The way he described the woman made a lot of people in the room gasp while you inhaled. You even heard a, “misogynistic!” Get tossed around, which you expected. You knew the history, they did not. Sure it still doesn’t make it right but you knew the why.

“Never gave a shit about me and definitely not my kids.” Coco voiced, his hands forming into fists as he thought about the horrible woman, “She put into my head since I was five years old that I would never be nothing and anybody that came from me would also be nothing. So yeah once I was in my teens and felt strong enough to find my voice I was able to push back. I was able to get into my own head and say that she didn’t know shit and I could be something. I always felt that I could but by then? constantly hearing that…I was already fucked up. Didn’t believe, didn’t know that I could be something until I went to the army but that shit ain’t help my mental either.”

You met Coco through your mutual friend, Angel. They had a apartment together in Santo Padre and were looking for a roommate. You moved around a lot and was currently leaving from Arizona to California and felt drawn to the city…that’s how it usually went for you when you moved every couple of years. Angel was down for having you move in especially after seeing you, but Coco was more calculated. As he always was. He was cold compared to Angel’s bold, open, and flirtatious ways but it wasn’t anything you haven’t experienced before.

You were from Baltimore.

He was doing his own thing with computers when you met him. Fixing them up, selling them, building them, and even hacking. Amongst other things…So you were sure he did some digging to get the info on you, which should have creeped you out but you needed a place and didn’t have the energy to keep looking. Plus you’ve dealt with much weirder roommates before.

Once you were in, that also meant you built something with both Coco and Angel. However your relationship was much different with Johnny Coco Cruz. You took the time to get to know him, it was magnetic at first, he was still his cold self and Angel told you not to worry about it, that that was just the way he was and that you’d get used to it. But you broke him out of it the longer you decided to stay with them. He didn’t like that but he allowed it. There was something about you that made him he want to be better but he fought with himself because of his pride, he wanted to make himself better. He didn’t want it to be at the cost of someone else.

It was about the sex for him at the start and you weren’t fully aware of that? Until you learned that he and Angel liked to bring other guests home. It wasn’t until you actually started to care that you shifted your dynamic and that left Coco confused. Angel figured it out pretty fucking quick and encouraged you to say what you needed to say, there was never much sugarcoating in the townhouse on 071C Manzanita Drive. And he told Coco that he was being a idiot with the way he was treating the one person that could be good for him.

That still stood. However as you spend years together you learned that Johnny wasn’t the only one that had toxic traits in the relationship. It was something the both of you had to be willing to work on. And here you were, he might be here for the cash but that wasn’t the only reason you were here. A part of you missed him and hoped he missed you too. You don’t just get rid of the love you have for someone so easily.

You may out of anger tell Coco that he wasn’t shit to get a rise out of him, the both of you knew how to push each other’s buttons. Knew what to say to make the other really hurt but you also knew behind that frustration that there was once the potential to be something really great. However two hurt people have to heal separately before they could ever heal together.

“There may have been a time when I truly felt that way about you, which was the last time I saw you. When I broke things off. But that was the only time I agreed with your insecurities because I didn’t want to see you prove your mother right. I was the one to say what you couldn’t admit to yourself, Johnny.” You informed Coco who clenched his jaw at the mention of his mother.

You, Letty, and his kids were the only one’s that mattered to him. Not that woman in a ditch somewhere. He knew he royally fucked up, which he’s done plenty of times in his life but the moment you walked out of his life was the biggest fuck up. He’ll always regret that.

“I’m better you know? Clean.” He told you which he got a genuine smile from in return.

“Glad to hear it.” You said, your body language showing that you were looking forward to hearing more, which made Coco give a ghost of a smile, knowing that you still loved him too.

GAEL MARTINEZ

Gael Martinez was someone you met on a weekend trip for your job at Scarlet Magazine in Manhattan. Your friends: Jane, Sutton, and Kat are all pretty persuasive almost all of the time and contribute to almost all of your bad decisions in life? You argued—which was only a half hearted joke! Of course. You had your own mind, always did. They pushed you to approach the dark curly haired cutie with brown eyes that kept eyeing you at the bar with his own friends.

With some liquid courage you went over to him from your booth and introduced yourself. His hands were that of an artist which he told you he was but was working more in the graphic design area for right now but you could tell that wasn’t where he truly needed or wanted to be. You got all the basics out the way before pulling him to the dance floor and then to the front to have a karaoke duet filled with jams from the 90s. Then from there you all went to the rural side to this lake house, you couldn’t remember who it belonged to but you remembered skinny dipping with the guy.

It was a unforgettable night.

“You should have screwed him, I totally would have screwed him.” Sutton sighed as she held onto your arm the next morning when the three of you waited outside to catch a Uber back to your shared hotel.

“Jane, were you aware that Sutton and Y/N are actually the same person.” Kat yawned from beside their shortest friend.

Jane stretched, “no I had no idea, kat. That explains so much.”

Sutton laughed.

“I do not remember making any plans to have a one night stand. All I wanted was to have fun and I did with my girls and some strangers, one really attractive stranger, what more can I ask for here my first time in Los Angeles?” You leaned against Sutton’s shoulder, sighing with complete content.

Kat muttered, “I don’t know, getting dicked down might have put the cherry on top, if you have a food kink that is.”

Jane tossed her head back in laughter while you chose to ignore that. You girls knew everything about each other and sure it might have been awhile since your last significant other but you weren’t really looking for a relationship and stood by that. You were dedicated to your work and sure Jane, Sutton, and Kat said they respected it but they felt like you deserved some fun not only provided to yourself but from someone else. Which is why they wanted you to have the most fun here in LA. Even if it was only for a weekend.

When a voice cleared, the four of you jumped turning to Gael who gave you all a grin. Just as your Uber pulled up.

“We’ll hold them for you.” Sutton whispered, letting go of your arm as the three of them piled into the car leaving the door open for you when you were ready.

Wringing your hands out you turned back to the taller guy and slowly made your way over to him. You pointed behind, “I’ll give you $2 and some nerds from my bag if you pretend you didn’t hear what my friends said.”

Gael rubbed at the back of his neck laughing, “what? About you getting dicked down with a cherry on top?”

You groaned which Gael chuckled in response, “don’t worry about it. What are friends for if they’re not here to put your business on blast, right? Mine are the same way.”

“Whew,” you wiped the fake sweat off your forehead, “I had a great time meeting you, Gael.”

“And it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to give you my sweater.” He pointed out which you peered down at to see covered in some splats of paint.

You immediately went to take the beige cardigan off but he held his hands out to halt your movements, “keep it, it’s still keeping you warm when I can’t. It also gives me another reason to see you again…someday.”

“I leave Monday morning back to New York, we should grab brunch or something on Sunday if you’re free?” You slowly started backing away as he followed you.

“I’d like that.”

You climbed into the car as he shut the door behind you. “See you then. Drive safe. Ladies, you all have a good one.”

“Aw, you too.” Sutton said in awe of this man.

Jane waved, “Bye!”

“Catch ya later, Gael.” Kat gave him a fist bump before turning her attention back to her phone as she sat in the passenger side.

And with that you drove off from the lake house.

“Wait! Do you have his number since you’re ditching us to have brunch tomorrow?” Jane called out.

You slapped your hand against your forehead, completely forgetting that part.

“Don’t worry, I could find his socials for you.” Kat informed, “just give me like a hour tops.”

You couldn’t believe part of you was already getting attached to this complete stranger. Yet here you were.

“He’s already in my contacts.” You announced with a smile.

Sutton made an explosion noise with her lips and a motion with her hands, “gotta love a guy that’s steps ahead of you.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to live through y/n right now.” Jane laughed as she crossed her legs sitting in the middle of the backseat.

“If I wasn’t with Richard, maybe.” Sutton declared, resting her head against the car window.

“Ah yes, can’t believe I forgot about him.” Kat snapped her fingers at the mention of Sutton’s new and older boyfriend.

“Hey!” Sutton lifted her head in offense.

And that was just the beginning of your speedy but heartfelt relationship with Gael Martinez.

To be sitting here with him here in your new home of Manhattan felt like the world did yet another 360 for you. Yes you’ve been back to LA multiple times since the both of you broke up since your family lived there and for more business trips with Richard and the team at Scarlet, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread for the place when you did visit. And sadly it was because of one person. Imagine having one person hold that much power of someplace and you for that mattered.

You hated to be that person. But everything holds a connection to it somehow. This was your closure maybe, at least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

Gael swallowed before he read the question for you this time, “what part of your life works? What part of your life hurts?”

And so you thought about it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were going to say, Gael had a pretty good idea about what you were going to say. And your voice confirmed it.

“I love not being here in California anymore. Ever since I went away to college, I’ve been my most free away from a place I spent eighteen years of my life at. It’s been a struggle but I’m glad I can say I’ve made it through, relocated and did something and made something out of myself. Like I always set my mind to. I’ve been living my best life in New York at twenty-five and I never thought I’d like New York when the idea crossed my mind with possibilities of where I’d go to school. But turns out, it works for me.” You told, which Gael gave a smile and nod to.

He hadn’t been there to experience your life in New York but he could see it through social media. Yes he was one of those who keeps up with his exes on the socials…as long as they didn’t block him. You knew how to be mature when it came to certain situations but a part of hoped that he still kept up with you. Hoped that he realized what he missed out on. It’s been two-three years since you’ve broken up so you should be over it but you can’t just forget it even if you forgave him.

“…w-what part of your life hurts?” Gael cautiously met your eyes as he repeated the last question.

You inhaled looking upwards at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t let out any tears. You already gave too many of those in your life.

“When it comes to you or just in general?” You countered, letting out a breathy laugh.

You tapped your chin, “I guess not knowing when love runs out. ‘Cause it does and it’s scary and I always felt like if I ever do get married that I’ll always need that reassurance. It’ll probably annoy the hell outta my partner but it’ll make me have some peace of mind. I love myself way too much to bury my worth but I can’t lie and say that I don’t want someone else to share that love. To love me as much as I love them.”

Gael listened, humming as you were open with him. You could always have these conversations late at night when the both of you couldn’t sleep. You did the long distance and the temporary with you living in LA for Scarlet for two months but it was never enough for the two of you. That played a part. Plus you always knew what you wanted and Gael was always indecisive…(Libra!) which played a huge part in your downfall in the relationship.

It was different with each other. The two of you always said this. You did lengthy relationships while Gael had intense relationships that never went anywhere. It was what he was used to. You had one major relationship growing up and you swore there wouldn’t be anyone else that you could love like that. He broke your heart and did some wild shit and tried to come back like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. Never would be. Yes you engaged in a few talking stages and make outs in college but never claimed anyone like they tried to claim you. It was all in good fun as it should be in college. Or you could find your college sweetheart like your mom’s did and your brother Brandon did…but you didn’t.

It was fast with Gael. Always limited but you knew that you should be together and love possessed you. Made you blind into thinking that he would want to marry you. You’ve only been dating for six months when you felt like the both of you were ready. You used to laugh at celebrities that jumped into that and here you were doing the same thing they did. When Gael rejected you on the marriage proposal, you began to second guess everything in that relationship. All your talks about the possible future meant nothing anymore.

“It also hurts to know that you feel like you’re in love with my sister and keep dwelling on that when you’re not even sure if there’s anything else deeper than the intimacy. I also hear you’re having a baby, congratulations.” You reached for a shot of tequila, downing it without a wince.

Gael struggled with what to say. Of course you know about the baby, partly he wondered if Callie told you that or if you were monitoring his socials too, you seemed fine—great even but with the way you were looking at him let him know that he was part of your pain. And of course you were still hurting over his dilemma with Callie. You were only human. He would always be sorry for the way things played out and he wished he could have been more for you.

JAY KULINA

“If you have, when was the moment you realized you weren’t invincible?” You asked your blue-eyed ex-fiancé.

The man across from you was a fighter, always had been, always would be, it was always in his blood. Just like you. You had the honor of growing up beside Jason “Jay” Kulina and all his chaos and all your mess combined. Your father’s were best friends and of course fighters, traveling over the world and having to bring their kids along while they went from motels to hotels and fancy cars and restaurants with each fight that they won. You knew all about the martial arts life and had no choice but to be thrown in it.

When your father was killed in the ring, that changed the way you saw the martial arts world. You were training by sixteen to begin his legacy and was damn good at what you could do already; your mom hated the idea of fighting. She came from a strict religious background and was disowned when she not only married someone from a rough background and profession, but also someone who didn’t share the same ethnicity as themselves. You often bumped heads with your mom finding it humorous how judgmental she could be when she took a leap to be with your father.

She already didn’t like your father fighting for money and no longer came to his shows, it was too much for her to witness but to now hear that her child also wanted to follow in his footsteps caused more anxiety that she didn’t need. Your mother had a history of nervous breakdowns and of course you tried to be sympathetic and understanding but you just wished you could get the same treatment when it came to fighting. You were nineteen years old when you witnessed your father take his last breath in the ring. It only took you six months after you buried him that you also stepped down, no longer wanting to participate.

The only one’s that understood that were Jay, Nate, Lisa, and your mother. Everyone else? Fans? Most from navy st. And of course Alvey and Ryan gave you shit about it and you gave it right the fuck back. It was your decision at the end of the day, people could say whatever they wanted but you knew your dad. And you knew he would have respected your choice regardless from above, you were his kid, and he always told you to do what you felt was best for you because you gotta live with your choices at the end of the day when you lie awake at night—not anybody else. So that’s what you did.

“You and I…we’ve been fighters for as long as we’ve known each other. You with your mouth along with your hands and myself with my heart and hands.” Jay responded, “When we step into the ring we’re completely different people, all that outside shit never matters because of our fight instinct. We are programmed to think that no one can touch us, they can try but one of us will win and it has to be us. We are always number one inside the ring and out, We have to win and it’ll be a helluva show!”

You smiled listening to him. It was nostalgic remembering the first moment you stepped into the ring at sixteen with your dad, then alvey, and then Jay. It all came back to you in the moment as Jay spoke and how that same feeling stayed in your veins as you aged and did underground fights.

“To answer the lovely question I’d say, yes I have had moments where I knew I wasn’t invincible. Yes us MMA fighters walk around with these egos but that’s all part of the persona we have to put on.”

“Plus you’re only like that in the ring. I promise Jay isn’t that much of an asshole, everybody. He’s an ass but not a asshole. He’s actually a nice-well rounded guy.” You spoke up for the man who appreciated your kind words, which he knew you meant.

“In more ways than one,” He sent some finger-guns at whichever camera was focused on his face, “gotta have glute days and I’m not afraid to admit that. Why would I be? Who wants to have a flabby ass when you look this good, am I right?”

You laughed, “alright, we don’t want to talk about your ass for the next fifteen minutes, Jay bay.” You found yourself using the old nickname which made Jay grin over at you.

“Who’s complaining?” He asked, hearing a few people say they weren’t which surprised you, “You used to love this ass.” He kissed his lips at you which made you smack your lips.

You shook your head, “unfortunately, I still do love your ass.”

“Yeah, I know.” He clasped his hands together trying to look professional yet again, “so let me have my moment, buttercup.”

“You have a lot of moments.” You muttered to yourself.

Jay fixed the shades sliding down from his hair and went on, “Outside of that, I’m a pretty emotional guy. I’m in touch with my feelings, again not too many guy’s can say that. I might not always handle things right based on those emotions but I’m not some robot or cold person like my dad. If you read about me from a certain ex, not this gorgeous person in front of me, but another ex from years back you might see some things that may or may not be true. That’s up to you. But I think I was at my weakest when I lost my baby brother, Nate Kulina.”

It was instinct to reach out and hold Jay’s hand’s as he squeezed them tightly. He was getting choked up as his eyes shined with tears and you hated this. Hated that he faced another level of pain that you couldn’t take away from him.

“I’ve lost a lot in life. I’ve got abandonment issues because of it, with my mom, my fucking dad, losing you, and my wife and actual child. But there was no other pain like losing Nate, all because of a hate crime. I’ve struggled so hard these past four years with him not being here and living his life the way that he should. I am a ally more than ever because of Nathaniel Kulina.” Jay was honest, something he always was.

You remembered getting the call from Lisa who told you everything that happened. You were angry with Alvey but your heart immediately hurt for Jay. Nate was basically Jay’s kid, when Alvey was off living his life in the lights who was there taking care of Nate? Jay. He raised Nate like he was his own because he had to and soon learned that he wanted to. It was part of Jay’s purpose. He would tell you this often as you grew up and you knew the connection between the brother’s was unbreakable. They were all they had and you admired that.

You’ve witnessed many moments of Jay in pain but you’ve never seen him so broken when you arrived back to Venice two days before the funeral to see him. That was where you met his wife, who he was separated from, and his daughter, maya. You couldn’t focus too much on that or allowed yourself to because this was about Nate. He became your little brother too and now he was gone. Just like that.

In a month would mark four years since you’ve lost him but you knew this was something Jay lived with constantly. He always said that if there was one thing he couldn’t live without and that was Nate. He said it often and that was one of the main reasons why you made sure someone was there with Jay until you got there. You knew he wasn’t fucking around and that meant that. Nate was his whole world and you loved him enough to be aware of that.

With you now wiping his tears with the pads of your fingers and pressing a kiss to his cheek you cuddled him to your chest as he had his much needed moment remembering his brother. He gripped onto your waist tight taking deep breaths in your arms.

You hoped Jay Kulina kept fighting because you knew he’d give it all that he’s got. He always did. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he squeezed you tighter in comfort.

RIO

The two of you were reaching the end of your segment and there were definite moments where you wanted to choke your ex that sat across from you all smug. However you felt like you made progress? Rhea, his first baby mama threw this idea on the both of you and you didn’t have much time to discuss this with Rio. He just decided he would be there and assumed you would be too. He didn’t give you the chance to think about it or really have a say in it. However you still said what you needed to say because you can’t ever hold back with a man like Rio. That was something he always appreciated in his partners.

The two of you were no longer together but you were carrying his baby. His second child and he still treated you with the much needed respect as the mother of his child. He had Mick pick you up to take you this thing Rhea wanted the two of you to do.

“Why can’t you go? I can find something much better to do.” You huffed, taking a huge bite out of the steak quesadilla Rhea prepared for lunch.

Rhea laughed as she glanced over at you from her stove, “like what? Watching reruns of Martin?”

“That was last week, this week it’s a living single.” You declared watching Rhea raise her hands in mock surrender.

It was still crazy to your mother that you could be cool with your ex’s ex. Your mother never had a good relationship with your half brother’s father’s girlfriends but you were two different people. You knew how to move forward plus Rhea never did nothing to do or came out of her neck sideways at you. She was always cool when you came into Rio’s life, and got married and now you struggled to decide if you wanted to go through with the divorce. Right now you were still legally married but living in two different houses. Christopher didn’t enjoy that much but he did whatever you wanted for right now to keep you stress free.

You could use this pregnancy to your advantage for this man to leave you the fuck alone and it was working when you wanted it to. However you were seven months pregnant and approaching birth soon and you had to get some help. You had to figure out what the two of you wanted to do but you got so exhausted with Christopher’s bullshit so this was the time where you didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to be near him or anything like that. He just needed to keep his distance and he did most of the time until he was popping up whenever he felt like it to check on you and the house.

“You’re still my wife, mama.”

“Yeah, that’s what the papers say but I thought your scrawny ass forgot.” You sarcastically replied.

Rio folded his hands in front of himself, “see you and that lip always gets you into trouble.”

“And that’s why you’re still here, dealing with it.” You loved going back and forth with Rio, watching any signs in his face to let you know you were getting on his nerves as much as he was on yours.

It was always subtle and almost hard to miss. Usually he always kept his cool but if he was having a hard time with business and came back to check on you just to hear you running your mouth, he was gonna let you know one way or another. So perhaps living away while you were pregnant was good for the both of you, but now your little one would be here soon so you had to get your shit together as a couple or not.

It was clear that Rio didn’t want to end this marriage. He didn’t get the chance to legally marry Rhea but that wasn’t something she wanted in the first place so she thanked god that he never did ask her to sign anything but he wanted this to work. He was sure about you despite the issues with his business getting in the mix but he wanted you by his side as his wife and mother of his child. He even proposed therapy but you shot that down, not wanting someone random getting in your marriage.

“So it’s fine if Rhea sends us to this questionnaire bullshit for money instead of going to actual professionals?” Rio eyed the crew that hooked him up to wires before glancing down at you.

You gave him the hand, “let me see how this goes and then we’ll talk. Don’t make my blood pressure go up.”

Rio chuckled to himself, knowing you probably wanted to live out some reality tv fantasy but knew what would be said was anything but scripted. He wasn’t holding back a single thing and that he did not.

“If you could prescribe me one thing to do for the rest of this month, what would it be and why?” Rio read to you, sitting up straight.

Sighing you said, “anything that requires you to be home with your family. Just relax.”

“I do that already mama, I make time. I did that for months when Elizabeth shot me.” He addressed making you widen your eyes and cover them.

He laughed as he said this so causal and the fact that you were shocked that he said this like it was nothing. He didn’t care if they edited this out or not but this was just a normal conversation between the two of you, it wouldn’t be any different in therapy if you agreed to go.

“Yeah but I don’t want you to relax based on consequence.” You redirected, “you should make it part of your routine like you do tennis and golfing and not when you just need a break. It’ll be better for you and gives you more time to spend with Marcus.”

“And you and the baby.” He summarized.

You dipped your head.

Rio thought about it and decided, “yeah I could do that mama. I am a business man and you’re my business so I’ll do it for your sake.”

[ritapstory]

Changes

What happens when my internal bars show,

And you see the truth.

Deep inside I’m not that chill kick it flow,

I’m actually pretty blue.

Staying strong is who you saw,

Someone adapting to changes.

Now that I let you in, you see my flaws,

And how true my moods are in for ranges.

I let you in because of trust,

Now your unhappy with the woman you saw.

A sneak woman of lust,

And blood shattering cries for help are raw.

Never looking back is how I stood tall,

And now well…… I’m back.

“Never look back for the fall.”

And now the stress and anxiety have over-stacked.

A young spirit that was once young, wild and free,

Is back to the hell she came from.

If only I was even stronger, you would see,

That my past is infectious like cancer attacking a lung.

I know the person I am close to home,

That’s why I visit 3 times a year.

I found myself better off alone,

Now losing you is my only fear.

Adaptation to yet again, more changes,

And now I’ve fallen in love.

I never counted on love for ages,

Even said fuck the man above.

For my tormented soul,

Of being half shown of what is love.

My family is fowl,

And why am I even here in the now?

Running from my past,

All the way from my mom to my military father,

Moving forward so fast,

Never looking back, “Why should I bother?”

Then I met a beautiful soul,

Followed by some pierce gazing eyes.

My heart took a toll,

I knew I was in for a surprise.

You know how sometimes you can see things,

And your life flashes before your eyes.

Following what life brings,

Next thing you know it times flies.

I didn’t plan to fall in love,

Actually I never planned to come home.

Even if that meant staying higher than above,

I was willing to die alone.

Even if that meant peace and quiet,

No screaming or manipulation of my feelings.

Two families that riot,

Can take a toll on someone’s healing.

Torn this way, torn to blood,

Bitch! My father is blood.

Each family name thrown in mud,

Causes my tears to flood.

I’ve always tried to balance my family,

Because I am loyal.

We’ll see soon if they alienate me,

Because now I have a queen that’s royal.

If I could compare her to my past life,

She’s like what Blue Dream was to me.

Now she is my high,

And I don’t need drugs to see.

Psyeah, it’s a painful process,

Of accepting what the fuck I been through.

And that is going to be a vertical cross list,

Of losing people in my past that were in my crew.

It hurts being trampled on,

And just accepting this monotonous behavior.

Next thing you know it no one notices and I’m gone,

I swear moving to Richmond was my savior.

Adaptation of the past with the now,

Rather than changes I swear this should be Rita P’s story 2.

But I’ma leave it how it sounds,

And every title is unique after a dramatic pouring.

Life is again changing,

And I’m learning to be a wife.

I’m still trying to figure out who I should be thanking,

This is just another part of my life.

-Rita P

Changes (Chapter 2)

Royal? Me? That’s hardly true

I’m weak, I’m broken, and inside I’m blue

I’m no Queen, just a jester with a past

Finding joy in others smiles is the only way I last

My family is horrid, and my adoptive family is worse

From what I saw bringing you home was a gift, not a curse

But now I see reality, the bitter truth of it all.

For all the pains in your life, you had no one to call

So you ran away and hid, believe me I get it

But you can’t keep letting people dim the light of your spirit

It’s true, you let me in. And now I’m lost

I guess I thought I was doing what was right. But at what cost?

Now the woman I fell for is a stranger to me.

Weak, child like, and no longer free.

I got you into this. I have no doubts, it’s my fault

You had ran away and made progress, now it’s at a halt

See family is a tricky subject. Delicate at best.

It’s a blessing, it’s a burden, it’s a weight on your chest.

Sometimes things are good. By god they’re great.

But when they’re bad, hold onto your seat, because there is no escape

You never think your spouses family will rise up against you

One day I’m there, the next I’m not. Our world will be an abyss soon

I never want them to alienate you because of me.

I’m fucked up, an ass of sorts, and never filled with glee

See I just met you. They’ve known you for a while

And making someone choose has never been my style

So when the time comes they tell you it’s either them or me

I honestly hope that you choose your family

This was never supposed to happen. The marriage of you and I

But I guess you never see it coming because love knows no time

It’s ok for you to let me go, I promise I’ll understand

And if that’s the choice you make, I only ask on demand

Don’t do it because you feel you owe them

If you’re gonna do it, do it to show them,

I know family is important to you. I see it in your eyes.

Show them that family is love and no one gets left behind.

Signing the paper won’t be easy but I’ll find a way to smile

Knowing you chose what’s best for you will heal me after a while

Because that’s what love is. Sacrifice and truth

But always know that to me you have nothing to prove.

I love you for who you were and everything you are

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t always see your scars

I don’t hate you, despise you, or dislike you in any way

You are my heart, my soul, and you are loved everyday

Your family is a hard pill to swallow. I know why you left

I’m honestly proud after all they’ve taken, you have so much you’ve kept

So don’t worry about how I feel, you do what makes you strong

Even if that’s leaving me and your family behind and carry on

I’ll love you for as long as life but I won’t make you choose

That’s a power for your heart no one should abuse

Don’t beat yourself up babe, you live and you learn.

Sometimes life flourishes, sometimes it burns

Some chapters have to close, for new ones to begin.

Every now and again you lose but sometimes you win.

What you have to hold on to

Is the power that’s within you

I’ve already made my choice, to fight as long as you do

You’re not alone in this big cruel world, I’m right here with you.

Both from broken backgrounds, abuse, manipulation, hate

But our happiness doesn’t belong to our family. It’s our to dictate.

Sometimes it’s about remembering, we’re right on the cusp

It’s not the story of Rita P or Lexxi D. But the story of us

But if our story has to end for you to find peace

Then I will bow out gracefully and with east

But I will always love you

-Alexandra Chantal Palomata

[tenebriism]

// So, I may have just been granted an opportunity by one of my Overwatch friends for a new job that both pays more and offers more hours. It’s back to my hospitality roots, but if it means I can escape what has become an extremely toxic environment at my current workplace, I think I’ll start feeling a lot better.

I’m just... not happy there anymore. Management is corrupt. They talk about you behind your back, even if you go the furthest extent possible to do your job right. They make racist jokes. They’re buddy-buddy with HR, so confidentiality is right out the window because HR tells them everything we complain about. It’s a trap, at this point, and we’re all just sitting in it. I’m tired.

Next Wednesday, I get married and I also start DRIVING driving, so there’s that, too. There’s just a lot going on ( WEIRD for me to say, because I’m usually in a pretty decent position, ) but... it’s getting to me, and I can tell. So, I’ma take my swift departure ( hopefully ), and figure things out for myself. I just ask that you all continue to be patient and understanding with me ( y’all always are, so thank you ), as I kind of... re-situate myself on the game board of life.