#when daniel says he is not allowed to eat someone

[quiet-longing]

The Vampire Armand would like to know who the hell Assad Zaman is and why he's created a fictional dynamic between his beloved and Santiago. He would also like to know if this Ben Daniels fellow is involved in this atrocity.

Daniel would like to go back to sleep. No, he's not involved in any "dynamic" with Santiago. Isn't that guy dead? Yes, he knows Ben Daniels. He knows who Ben Daniels is and so does Armand. He was in that show they just watched. The kid, the possession, the demons? No, the other guy. Yes, he's very sure they've never met. No, he doesn't know who Assad Zaman is. Google him. ...This is from google? This is from google ai. Daniel would also like to go on a good, long tear about AI and ethics, but mostly he would like to go back to bed. He's a tired old man. He would also consider it a personal favor if Armand didn't eat anyone in this little blurb. Except Santiago. If that guy managed to pull a Lestat, Armand can eat him. And maybe don't buy Google while he's asleep. They're discussing major purchases as a couple now. Remember the no more private islands without consultation conversation? Yeah, this is like that.

The Vampire Armand is sulking. And doing a speed run deep dive into AI. And sulking some more. This is why they can't have nice things. Daniel won't let him buy them anymore.

iPad kid Armand would be so mad at Google AI

[koqabear]

song equation for the 2K event!!(congrats🙇)

daniel ceaser, do you like me?+ soobin+ smut= fwb!soobin but he’s your best friend’s ex who she’s still not over😵

♫: Daniel Ceasar, Do You Like Me? // [2K Masterlist]

“Parties aren’t that much fun to attend to anymore, especially when you’re only there to tend to your broken-hearted friend. But there’s always ways to entertain yourself, ways that rely on a certain someone you’re meant to despise.”

soobin x fem!reader // wc: 4.0K // fwb au, angst, college au but it’s not rlly important, smut, MDNI.

warnings: it’s a rlly messy situation, neither soobin or the mc are good people !! mentions of alcohol, dom!soobin, sub!mc, fingering, biting, orgasm control(?), dry humping, breast play, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pet names (good girl, pretty thing, etc.), cum eating, overstimulation, slight handjob, protected sex (from me??? what.) soobin is big 🥱, slight manhandling? degrading, praise, aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything !

notes: soobin’s a lil sassy in this one idk guys… i dedicate this to a certain someone who challenged me by saying i neglect soobin (i do tbh.) so. this ones for you ‼️🤣 i’ve seriously been wanting to get my hands on this request from the moment i got it, i love this song sm thank you for sending this anon !! ur mind is insane!!!

This is wrong. It’s wrong, horrible, a break of every code that comes with a friendship— but it’s also sweet, enticing, thrilling, feeling as though the breath has been stolen from your lungs as Soobin presses you further against the wall, hands wandering down the hem of your dress and his small, breathy groans enough to drown out the rest of the noise from the party downstairs. 

You didn’t want to be here in the first place; your friend had been the one to drag you here, begging for your company and asking you to be the designated driver as she spent the night drinking and partying her sorrows away— attempting to pretend that she’s fine, that she’s healed, that her heart still isn’t broken by the man whose fingers are trailing up your inner thighs— and you had agreed, telling her that she was better off alone only to slip into some random bedroom with the man you said was definitely not worth her time. 

But he’s worth yours. You wanted him from the very moment you saw him, pining from afar and letting three years pass by as you watched him transform from a shy freshman to what he is now; alluring, addicting, intoxicating, your lips parting with ease and your body left at his mercy as you allow him to kiss, suck, and explore wherever he wants.

It wasn’t your fault you had feelings for him. But it was your fault that you let yourself push those said feelings to the side for your friend, resigned to longing glances and tense interactions whenever you two were alone— of course, it wasn’t long before he picked up on those feelings as well. 

“How long will you be staying tonight?” Soobin whispers teasingly into your ear, pouty lips latching onto the spot just under it; your curl slightly into him at the sensation, hands holding onto his shoulders and your back feeling the slight vibrations that comes from the bass of the music against the wall. But it’s all muffled to you, your hearing only attuned to Soobin’s words and voice, the deep lullaby that teases you for your weakness, “you watching over her this time too?”

“Fuck— yeah,” you admit, feeling a twist of guilt in your stomach, “I’m the designated driver.”

That guilt is immediately wiped out by a harsh pleasure; Soobin’s fingers are slow and lithe as they run up and down your slit, feeling the way your panties become soaked with your arousal; pads of his fingers slowing to press on your clit, your legs spread open by one of his own as he corners you in with ease, continuing to litter kisses along the column of your throat leisurely. 

“Such a shame you’re stuck babysitting her all the time,” he coos softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he’s pushing your panties to the side, feeling the way you shiver at his cold fingers running up and down your folds, collecting the arousal that gathers there before circling at your clit; rubbing in rhythmic circles at an agonizingly slow pace that he knows drives you crazy, holding back a coy smile at the way your brows twitch, hips stuttering toward him in need of more, “If not, I would’ve loved to take you back to my place and fuck you properly.”

His words are dangerous territory. You don’t go to his place, and he certainly doesn’t go to yours— it’s always been like this, secret hookups in convenient places you know you won’t get caught; a quickie in a random bedroom at a party, a sneaky handjob under the table of a library, a night where you let yourself destress in his car when you’re supposed to be on your way to hang out with a friend.

All of it has been quick, lustful, surface-level; nothing that would lead to cuddles under the safety of his sheets, or the smell of your shampoo after he decided to quickly shower at your place, or anything that could give you the slight semblance of domesticity— no possibility of seeing a future with him, of having anything that runs deeper than the touch of his skin on yours. 

Sometimes, you hate yourself for setting such boundaries. Sometimes, you wish you were self-destructive enough to push past the barrier that deemed you as friends with benefits (if you could even use the term “friends” with him) and go into something that was more than that, something that was more meaningful than the way you only allowed yourself to spent thirty minutes max with him alone, before you had to go check up on your best friend and make sure she hadn’t begun to drunkenly wish for Soobin to come back into her life. 

“You know, I only wanted you from the start,” he had told you once, the words dream-like and saccharine sweet as he confessed it quietly to you, your head too dazed from the feeling of him inside you to process it properly; burying the secret beneath harsh thrusts that left your mind blank, not expecting the confession to stick to you like glue regardless. And you had thought of every time Soobin would only leave parties at the same time you did, would be eager to tag along with your friend if you were there as well, all those moments your friend thought were for her the complete opposite.

And it shattered your heart. But it also made it soar, made your face heat up to know he’s had eyes on you all along, forced to back off once he thought you weren’t interested—- but you were, and you were simply holding back for the sake of your friend. 

“Not happening,” is all you can sigh into his mouth, allowing him to kiss you lazily, teeth sinking playfully into your lip before his tongue is darting out to soothe the pain; his fingers prod at your entrance teasingly, ring and middle finger entering slowly to feel you squeeze around him, only to pull out again. And he’s whining softly against your lips like wounded puppy, as though he wasn’t the one making you fall apart by letting his fingers sink slowly into you, curling slowly and pressing against your sweet spot as he kept a warm hand on your waist; dress bunched up under his palm, trying to keep you still as he begins to wind you up with ease. 

“Why not?” he asks, leaving your mouth and planting a soft kiss at the corner of your lip; on your jaw, trailing back until he’s gotten to the column of your neck, aiming for all the spots that make you as sensitive as the feeling of him slowly pumping his fingers into your cunt does, “I like you, you like me…”

His fingers are able to reach spots you could only dream of; spots that have you letting out choked whines and grabbing on his forearm desperately, hips attempting to buck and match his pace, only to be restrained by the bruising grip of his hand on you.

You’re trying to not pay attention to his ramblings— something you’ve found him doing a lot more often than you’d like, constantly being lured into temptations that should not be tasted— instead, you pay attention to the way his palm grinds against your clit and the growing sounds of your arousal as he thrusts his fingers into you, calculated and teasing as he slows down the moment you begin to get close.

“It works out, doesn’t it?” you’re tuning back into his words reluctantly, unable to whine for him to stop being such a tease as he continues, “Wouldn’t you just wanna… have one day where we’re not rushing?”

He’s quickening his pace again; your breath is stuttering at the feeling of his hard cock against you, letting out a pathetic whine at the way he begins to rut against you, slow and teasing as he rolls his hips into you, as though he were fucking you instead. 

“I’d take such good care of you,” he groans, listening to the way your breath is beginning to become ragged, lips continuing their descent from your neck to your collarbones, where he lets his teeth graze against the skin that’s being shown for a moment, “Really take my time with you…finally have you all to myself for once.”

“Soobin…” you say, an air of uncertainty to your tone— but Soobin is in complete disregard of it, needy hands pulling at the top of your dress to get access to your breasts— his free hand is slipping under the cup your bra while his mouth attaches to your nipple, pulling out a broken moan from you and threading your fingers through his hair subconsciously; his palm is pressing against your clit, making your walls clench around his fingers and causing him to laugh softly against your skin. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, beginning to rub quick circles on your clit with his thumb instead; listening to the way you keen and react to his touch immediately, your body buzzing with pent up pleasure that’s waiting to snap and release. “Don’t you like me?”

“I…” you’re trailing off without meaning to; it’s hard to concentrate with the way Soobin fucks you with his fingers so expertly, his breath fanning on your sensitive nipple with every soft moan he lets out; still rutting against you, his hand going back down to your hips to press you closer against him— you feel caged in by him, his fingers digging into your skin as he lets out a soft hmm? that urges you to answer his question and snaps you out of your reverie.

“Do you?” he asks again, slowing his pace to try and clear your mind, teasing you as he continues to rub soft circles on your clit— you nod frantically, breathing out a soft Soobin, please, that he doesn’t pay attention to— instead, he comes back up to capture your lips for a kiss, harsh and frantic as he bites your lip coyly; the whine you let out is enough for him to pull away with a soft sigh. 

“Tell me. I wanna hear it from you.”

He’s picking up his pace the moment you open your mouth to speak; a choked whine cutting off your words, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers begin to pump into you ruthlessly, the wet sounds making your face feel hot and mind blank as you let your mouth run, not paying attention to what you say. 

“I— I like you, I really like you,” you cry, the pleasure building to such an intensity that you feel tears pricking at your eyes, “you’re all I think about, Soobin— ugh, fuck— need you, want you to fuck me, wanna cum, please? Wanna feel you inside me, ‘m close— ah, Soobin please—”

Your words get cut off with a sharp cry; your body freezes up and is left for Soobin to control as he talks you through it all, cooing soft praise and reassurance in your ear as he presses soft kisses on your jaw— words soft and sweet, making your head spin and cunt clench around his fingers a little tighter— my good girl, so perfect for me, pretty thing, feel so good…

Soobin thinks he could cum just like this; your face is flushed and pretty as you look at him with glassy eyes, hips grinding into his hand as he continues to softly fuck you with his fingers, watching the way you jolt and whimper from the sensation— his cock is pathetically hard and leaking in his pants, practically throbbing as he continues to rut against you— but then he remembers your cute begging, unable to resist to such a request as he finally pulls away from you, fingers slowly pulling out of your cunt as he glances down to see the mess he’s made of you.

You can only watch and let out a weak sigh as you watch him slip his glistening fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around the digits and cleaning them entirely as he groans at the taste— your face feels like it’s on fire, and his eyes never leaves yours as his pretty lips slowly wrap around them. 

He’s undoing his jeans quicker than you can process; bringing you in for another sweet kiss, your hand wandering to wrap around his cock as you feel him hiss into your mouth— hips bucking slowly to the pace you’ve set for him, tip sticky and leaking as you swipe a thumb over it and spread the precum along the rest of his length.

“Condom,” you say breathlessly, feeling the way Soobin’s hands have found purchase on your waist again; slotting himself between your legs and standing impossibly close, enough to feel his wet tip touching your inner thigh— and he moans softly, the sensitive feeling of your warm skin enough to leave him dazed and responding a bit late to your words. 

“Fuck— right, right,” he groans softly, biting at his lip as he pats around his pockets; and by the way his brows knit together and he hesitantly reaches into his front pockets, you can already guess what he’s thinking— because you find yourself thinking it as well. 

You want to feel him without that thin layer of protection; want to feel the raw friction, wishing for nothing more but for him to fill you and have you leaking around his cock— but as you roll on the condom for him with a deft hand, you know that this is for the best— a small reminder of what you two are, that you can never truly get comfortable around each other. 

“Shit, so wet for me,” he says softly, teasing you as he runs his cock up and down your entrance; grinding softly against your clit, listening to your every whimper and whine keenly before he begins to tease his tip at your entrance— you’re both hissing at the stretch, always eager to feel the way he stretches you open, cunt never truly used to it no matter how many times you do this.

You’re letting out a sigh of content the moment he slides inside you; feeling his hands guide your hips into meeting him halfway, his soft moans and breaths fanning across your neck as his lips begin to suck at your neck again; you have half the mind to thread your fingers through his hair and tug slightly, muttering a soft no marks, Soobin, that has him huffing in disappointment. 

“And why not?” he asks, beginning to move his hips slowly; cock touching all your sensitive places so sweetly, as though it was the only thing he knew how to do, “you can just say it was from a random hookup— nothing wrong with that.”

God, he’s insufferable; he follows your request as he pulls away from his spot in the crook of your neck, pace beginning to build as he watches the way you fall apart on his cock; thick and big, always leaving your legs shaking as he holds your hips in place, one hand sliding down to grab your thigh and bring it up around his waist, as though you were nothing but a cute toy for him to fuck— your hands hold onto his broad shoulders for stability, nails digging into his skin through his thin tee as you simply shake your head with the last bit of coherency you have. 

“Aren’t you tired of sneaking around so much? Of having all these odd things we just can’t do when we’re literally—” he punctuates his words with a harsh thrust that has you yelping pathetically, “fucking, while you’re supposed to be babysitting your friend?” 

Your face burns at his words— he’s struck a nerve and he knows it, especially with the way your nails bite at his skin a little more than they already were— but even though you try to get angry at him, though you try to say something, you can’t, not with the way he’s fucking you so good that you can’t form a simple sentence. 

“We could be at my place right now— you wouldn't've had to go to this— fuck, this lame party in the first place, we could’ve just… hah, hung out at my place, let me take care of you.” 

His words send butterflies through your stomach— and it’s exactly why you let out a soft no, we can’t, at his words, the very idea of venturing into something more intimate making you weak in the knees— and he frowns, his grip becoming a bit bruising as his hips snap against yours, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room and rivaling the music that pours through from outside.

“So what, is this better for you?” he asks meanly, voice darkening at the way you can barely keep up with his pace, too fucked out to process his words fast enough, “do you enjoy having to face your friend after we’re done?” 

His words have you seething out a harsh fuck you in response; a hand leaves his shoulder to find itself tangled in his hair, pulling at it harshly before you’re bringing him closer to you— your waterline is lined with tears and your face is flushed as you give him a half-hearted glare. 

“Soobin, just shut up,” you grit out, watching the way his eyes narrow and harden in response— his hand has found its way back to your clit, circling it in a way that has you clenching around his cock and moaning pathetically.

“Pretty thing just wants to get fucked then? Wanna cum?” he coos, feeling the way your body has begun to tense at his ministrations, unable to answer him from how good you feel, “come on then, use me sweet thing, wanna— wanna feel it, know you can do it, filthy thing only knows how to come to me when you’re needy, isn’t that right?”

Your thighs are slick and your body is tensing from the feeling of Soobin towering over you, feeling as though he’s everywhere at once; his dark voice whispering endless filth into your ear, his breathy moans brushing against your skin and making you shiver with a small cry— his fingers dig a little into you, keeping your bucking hips still and forcing your body to cum again; pressing you firmly into the wall as you do, feeling the way your thighs tense and quiver under his hold as he lets you ride it out with slow and deep thrusts; pretty voice humming praise into your ear, settling your shaking body as he tells you thaaaat’s it, good girl, so pretty when you cum. 

You’re panting weakly into the air as your body finally comes down— but Soobin is still hard inside you, the feeling of your clenching and tight walls around him only encouraging to continue chasing his high— and you let him, leaning your head against the wall and watching with lidded eyes as he continues to fuck you, brows knitting at the sensitivity. 

He’s close, and your body is becoming more and more sensitive the longer he fucks you; crying softly with every thrust of his cock, letting out choked whimpers every time his tip bumps against your sweet spot— and you let him, let his hands wander and lips suck gently at your skin, not enough to leave marks but enough to have your back arching and legs shaking once more. 

His pace is picking up, becoming sloppy, and you think he’s about to cum— only for him to stutter to a stop at the sound of your ringtone, your eyes widening as you look over at the table next to you that you threw it on; your friend’s contact name lights up the screen. 

“Answer it,” Soobin says roughly, voice slightly strained from how good you feel around him— your eyes widen as you shake your head no frantically, only to watch in horror as Soobin reaches for the phone for you; you can feel your blood grow cold the moment he answers the call and presses your phone firmly against your ear— in a panic, you grab a hold of it yourself.

“He—hello?”

Your friend is asking you where you are— she wants to leave, she doesn’t feel well, asking if you can take her home— she’s drunk and you can barely focus on her slurred words, Soobin’s unpredictable pace returning as he goes back to fucking you; the wet sounds are enough to have your eyes widening in panic, biting your lip and reaching out to slap a hand on top of Soobin’s mouth. He lets you, staring at you with dark eyes as his thrusts become rougher, choosing to aim for the specific spots he knows drive you crazy; a stray tear falls from your eyes from the effort of having to hold in your sounds. 

“Where— are you— hmmm?” you’re lucky your friend is wasted. She doesn’t pick up on your struggle to articulate your words, telling you that she’s been sitting outside on the porch trying to contact you— you wince, partly at her words, and partly because Soobin is noticeable close, frantically rutting into you as muffled moans sound against the palm of your hand; clearly more dramatic than usual, wanting to be heard as you can feel his lips part against your hand, the messy drool building up on the corners of his lips as you wince. 

“Okay, I’ll—” Soobin cums with a particularly loud groan and a thrust that lets him bottom out; he’s entirely inside you as he lets his head rest on your shoulder, the feeling so sudden it has you cutting yourself off in order to bite your lip pathetically— still caged in and left at Soobin’s mercy as he plants soft kisses along your shoulders, cock still moving ever-so-slightly as you finally find the courage to speak.

“I’ll be there in a bit.”

You hang up after hearing her drunken okay.

It’s silent. It’s tense, and you’re unsure of what to say, and slightly afraid of what Soobin will say. Instead, he pulls away without a word; slides out of you with nothing but a soft wince, taking off the condom and tucking himself in quietly— you can only stand and watch as he turns to the private bathroom of the bedroom, tossing the used condom in the trash before you hear the sound of the sink running; you can’t help but cringe at the awkwardness of it all.

“You okay?” he asks once he finally emerges, raising a brow at the way you seem surprised at his comment— only for your eyes to fall at the towel in his hands, face heating up at the way he slowly approaches you, crowding your space once more. 

He’s cleaning you up without another word; even when you try to get the rag from him, try to do it yourself, he doesn’t let you— his touch is tender and has your heart racing, your mind trying to get yourself to calm down the moment your eyes meet; a cold reminder of where you are, of the reality of it all.

Soobin doesn’t let you stick to this reality for long; not with the way he’s fixing your clothes carefully and pulling you in for a soft kiss, hands running up and down your body as he mutters a soft so perfect— and you’re snapping out of it once more, pushing against his chest with a firm hand.

“Soobin, please,” you say quietly, unable to meet his eyes as you stare down at the floor instead. You hear him let out a tired sigh.

“We can’t keep this up forever,” is all he says, voice so quiet you have to strain to hear him, “You’ll have to pick a side eventually.”

That much is obvious to you; and though it hurts to meet his gaze, hurts to see the way his eyes hold a sense of longing that you haven’t allowed yourself to reveal, you refuse to acknowledge his comment. 

“I have to go to my friend.”

His face is painted with disappointment. 

“Sure.”

You’re quick to go to push past him and go to the door— his voice stops you before you can even turn the knob.

“See you later?”

His voice has that soft rumble that always makes you shiver without fail— and despite your better judgment, you nod your head.

“Yeah.”

And the cycle continues.

[princessracecar]

“Describe to me in detail the exact texture of a perfect pumpkin pie.” Says Armand from behind his notebook.

“Uh” says Janet, the manager at the all night bakery exactly 3.475 miles away from the condo he shares with Daniel.

He doesn’t need Daniel knowing about his plans and Daniel is a great many things, but stupid is not one of them.

The bakery’s two regular employees, Elizabeth and Garret shoot them furtive glances from behind the counter. He’s not allowed to talk to Elizabeth and Garret anymore. Apparently he was being “creepy” and “intense” and waiting to ambush them with questions out in the parking lot was also not acceptable. Daniel wants him to rely less on his vampiric gifts. “If you’re going to act like a human, you should maybe try to actually act like a human” he had said. Whatever that means. Armand hasn’t been a human in a very long time and many of their behaviors are confusing to say the least. But if he isn’t to use the Mind Gift to parse the answers he needs, he needs to be… personable.

And so he sits with Janet, who had agreed not to call the police on him as long as he promised to “stop being weird” and buy something. The look on her face implied that he should buy several somethings. Perhaps many somethings. There was now a box of individually wrapped slices of cake settled on the table next to them in the corner booth that they are currently occupying. He can’t bring the cakes back to Daniel because then he will absolutely know something is going on, but perhaps he can leave them on the doorstep of a family the next street over without arousing suspicion.

He can tell that Janet is trying very hard not to ask him why he doesn’t try some of the pies the bakery has on display. It’s a fair question. Maybe he can pretend to be allergic to eggs. There are eggs in pies aren’t there? Food is so much different now than it was when he was alive. He takes a breath he doesn’t need and says very quickly “This is my first Thanksgiving with my husband and I want it to be perfect.” There, that was a normal thing to say. It even had some relation to the truth. Somewhat. If you squinted a lot. Janet, however, visibly relaxes in the booth across from him and beams in delight.

“This is Armand.” Says the still smiling Janet to the tall and rather disheveled looking blonde woman wearing chef’s whites with her hands buried in some sort of floury mixture spread out across the top of the metal table in the back room of the bakery. The woman had tersely introduced herself at Katia before turning to Janet and proclaiming “Isn’t that the guy who was being weird on the security cameras?”

“This is shortcrust pastry.” Says Katia after several tense minutes and a very pointed eyebrow from Janet. Armand dutifully writes “shortcrust pastry” in his notebook.

Katia takes on the air of someone about to deliver a very in-depth lecture. The slight tightening around her eyes (as well as her inner monologue) implies that he had better pay attention.

“It’s used in both sweet and savory pastries, tarts, and pies and is referred to as a “short” crust because the texture is light and crumbly.”

Katia explains to him the process of making the pastry. For some reason there is rendered animal fat involved and he is made to absolutely promise that he will not use “the devil’s ingredient” although he is utterly unsure what “Crisco” is. Perhaps some sort of poison.

“We roast our own pumpkin in house. It’s sourced from a local farm that’s known for their pie pumpkins.” says Katia. Armand feels his eyes widen ever so slightly in doubt.

“Of course, you can always use canned pumpkin” she continues with the air of someone who has just suggested that he eat raw sewage.

“It appears very… orange” hazards Armand. Katia narrows her eyes at him.

“I am certain most humans love it!” He backpedals. Katia gazes at him a moment longer and then visibly moves on.

She shows him the finished pies balancing on the cooling rack. They are no less orange than the roasted pumpkin that she had shown him earlier. He had looked up pictures of pumpkin pies on the internet and hoped that they would perhaps look less orange in person. He thinks that actually, the opposite is true. At least the baked ones no longer looked like soup.

“And people enjoy these?” He asks

“Yes.” Says Katia irritatedly. “Now get out of my kitchen.”

He strolls home through the night, box of cakes wedged awkwardly under one arm. He had no idea human food was so complicated. He supposes that he hasn’t given much thought to human food in a very long time. When he was alive it was more about sustenance than pleasure. He realizes that he wants this meal to be pleasurable for Daniel, after all it will be his last Thanksgiving as a human.

[yandere-kokeshi]

yandere rodolfo hcs please 😭 ???

I haven’t seen anyone do him yet 😔

— Yandere headcanons of Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: yeah, no cause this makes me upset. Guess I'm gonna be the first!! Enjoy <3

Gif belongs to @/daniel-bruehl

This sweetheart of a man is incredibly protective. Tends to stalk and guilt-trip you. Not only does Rudy get jealous often and tends to think extremely gruesome things in his head with a gentle smile, but he’s good at hiding the fact about his devotion towards you.

There are many ways Rodolfo could’ve met you, likely you’re in the military or a civilian he ran into at the store but the main thing that caught his attention from you was how unique, and kind you were; able to stand your ground when needed and didn’t take shit from anyone.

It was quite hot, honestly. From his perspective, a lot of people ignored him or were feared by him, as he’s the man in second command – just below Alejandro.

Though, you treated Rodolfo nicely. More of a human being than a soldier on campus. It was relaxing and highly appreciative. Especially when you don’t mind when he messes up his flirtatious acts or gets embarrassed when his Colonel interrupts the conversation between you two.

Continuing from the headcanon above, Rudy will try the ‘normal’ approach, using his flirtatious words and respectful manners to catch your heart. Ignoring the fact that he often stalks you, he tries to get you to like him – often taking you out on expensive dates, and showing you that he’s a liable guy. Especially with the help of Alejandro, he often shows up to your house with a bottle of wine and a huge handful of bouquets.

He’s the type of guy that shares a lot of things with you. Eating out and still hungry? You can have the rest of his food, he’ll eat back at home. Need to borrow money? Have his whole credit card and buy whatever you need! All of it is yours, just say a ‘pretty please’.

While at first he may come off as ‘awkward’, don’t let that skim the idea of love. Rodolfo really does try to impress you with his entire heart. He goes out of his way to surprise you with your favorite foods, getting tickets to see a premiere movie, or grabbing your favorite fast food due to you having a bad day.

With this going, there is a high chance the two of you will end up dating ‘naturally’. Other than his overprotective and stalking/and hovering add-ons in the relationship, it’s considerably a normal relationship.

Though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have dark tendencies. Rodolfo will end up guilt-tripping you whenever he’s jealous (which is 50% of the time). While he knows it’s bad and feels awful for it, he can’t help but feel immense anger and annoyance whenever you talk to someone he doesn’t know that well.

While he’s not overbearing or protective, he will insist on going with you everywhere, using the military or his mental state as an excuse to stay beside you at all times. Normally, he knows when to back off by seeing your body language, but he just needs to be around you almost 24/7.

Small reasons poke at him, and while he wants you to himself, he’s not one to kidnap.

Unless your life is in absolute danger, he won’t go ahead and strip your freedom like that. Rodolfo doesn’t want you to hate him, and he’s terrified that you’ll never be in love with him anymore — he won’t even take the slim chance of you developing Stockholm Syndrome.

With this said, he’s fairly soft, and extremely loyal yandere. Out of all the men of MW, Rudy is the most subtle yandere. He won’t pressure you to do things you won’t like to do and highly values your happiness. So much more than his, and with this, he rarely ever says no or allows you to buy and get what you want; leading him to spoil you, a lot.

Though, that doesn’t mean he won’t do punishments. If you end up yelling at him and leaving him, not texting or calling for a few hours, will result in him getting really mad.

He hates punishments. Something he doesn’t like to do, which makes it easy for you to get away with most things. But, he’s not stupid nor is he going to let you walk over him; the worst thing he can and will do is quarantine you by yourself. However, it likely won’t last long due to him feeling bad.

Rudy is very gentle and respectful with affection. Rarely does he touch you without your consent, but the minute you allow cuddles? He’s practically clinging to you like a koala and only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. And if you need to leave? Expect him to whine, but slowly let you go while making you promise you’ll cuddle him more when you’re back.

Much like the other guys, he’s incredibly clingy; especially after missions or being away from you for ‘too long’. He will grumble if you move too much, and tighten his hold as if he didn’t hold on, you’d disappear within a coin flip.

This man is dotting and affectionate, so it’s hard to see how protective he can be. Whenever you try to go someplace alone, he’s quickly against it – begging to come with you. He won't stop asking, blocking the door as he constantly reminds you what's out there.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does! He’s more than willing to kiss the floor you walk on if you asked. But, to others, he’s wary and tends to narrow his eyes at them like a threat. Which revolves around his job to question everything and not trust so easily.

Because of his training, he often invites you to work out with him or teaches you self-defense. It’s something he’d like for you to know, especially since there comes a day when you’ll need it. But, he gets to spend time with you.

With his overprotectiveness, he makes sure to put security cameras in the house you two live in, as well as putting a tracker in your clothes and possibly in your skin; somewhere you won’t notice, which likely, will be in the back of your neck.

Much like Alejandro, he asks his buddy and some of his other friends to frequently call or check up on you when he can’t. And high chance you will see Alejandro, at best after missions or staying over dinner. Likely, the two of you are as close as he is with Rudy; treating you like family and high respect.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey, it's the DM anon. Sorry if I come off as too pessimistic, but I just want to address the reblog post

"Armand in the show doesn't need someone to introduce him to the modern world. He's already familiar with it."

This was kinda the point of my message. The main reason why the Devils Minion chapter is so popular is because it's not just a cat & mouse thriller; it's also a sitcom about a "normal" boy teaching a powerful 500 yr old immortal all about the modern world - the perfect blend of horror & romantic comedy. Logically I always knew that some of the relationship would be cut or altered when they adapted it to the show, but it looks like they're cutting all of the fan favorite scenes. (I will forever be bitter about losing 'Call Paris for me')

My fear is that the writers will change everything that made Devils Minion, Devils Minion. Whatever relationship Armand & Daniel have on the show will be brand new. I may be jumping the gun, but they've already changed the 2 reasons why Armand chose Daniel as his human companion in the first place:

1. He needed someone to teach him about the modern world and as the reblog stated, he no longer needs that. Which means we also won't get my other favorite scene: when Armand drags Daniel out of bed and demands he show him things in the city. He won't need to do that because he will already have explored these cities with Louis

2. He liked that Daniel wasn't afraid to stand up to him. But from everything the show, reviewers, and Eric has told us, '73 Daniel was just a bumbling idiot Yes Man. Where's the challenge?

And now we know that Loumand had several relationships with humans throughout the decades, some of whom got to live out their lives unharmed. So Daniel isn't even special, he's just the latest. Idk how the show expects to sell ArmanDaniel when they've erased everything that made them unique.

I know Assad talked about Armand's fear that Daniel knows Louis more than he does and the reblog thinks that might be the reason Armand falls for Daniel, but I'm nearly positive Assad was talking about Dubai Daniel not SanFran Daniel. The only connection Louis & Daniel seem to have in the 70s is their love of drugs, since one reviewer talked about how they're both fucked up during the first interview. I doubt young Daniel could stay sober long enough to have a meaningful conversation with Louis, let alone a meaningful relationship. So why exactly would Armand be attracted to him? I really hope the writers give us a real reason that's more than just "he likes him in the book. Y'all do the rest"

Anyway, thanks for allowing me to rant

:) All good.

But... I honestly would wait till the season has run. I do trust them when they say episode 5 and 8 are the game changers.

I know it's hard to stay calm when you have waited for so long to see a realization of something at all.

And... I don't think the "you can fuck them and I can eat them" humans (I hope everyone caught that line and that they attributed that to Lestat in s1^^) were anywhere close on the level Daniel will be.

I really don't.

Daniel is definitely special, as the interview in Dubai proves, imho. But... the timeline is different, that's all. Give it some time.

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[The 212th and the 501st relaxing after a mission]

Rex, rubbing his temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Fives: But Rex, we don't smoke.

Cody: Cut the crap, Fives. We're not idiots. We know that at least one in five people smoke.

Rex, pointing at Dogma: one *then at Trapper* two *then at Wooley* three *then at Longshot* four *then at Fives* five.

Cody: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers.

Trapper, puts a cigarrette in Cody's hand: here, sir

Cody: Thank you.

Fives:

Wooley:

Dogma:

Trapper:

Longshot:

Cody: Light?

(all of them simultaneously pulling out lighters)

——————

Crys: Time freezes for everyone but you one day. What do you do?

Fives: Oh… We’d mildly trouble everyone.

Crys: Alright, so what would you do?

Fives: I’d shave a one-inch thick line in every thick beard I saw.

Echo: I’d twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren’t working.

Fives: I’d make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one.

Echo: I’d tie everyone’s shoelaces together.

Echo & Fives: And then lastly, We’d snip a little hole in every tea bag.

Crys:

Echo & Fives:

Crys: Remind me to never allow you to have power.

——————

Kix: How does one turn their emotions off?

Longshot: Okay, so first go to settings.

Hawk: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Kix: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

——————

Echo: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Waxer: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Echo?

Echo: Probably “road work ahead”.

Switch, about to bang his head into a wall: I speak many languages...

Switch: this one is definitely not one of them.

——————

Gearshift: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Hawk: The cow???

Jesse: What?

Oddball: Hawk, W H Y?

——————

Appo: So, what's it like living with Gregor?

Trapper: He once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

——————

Hardcase: I made tea.

Longshot: I don't want tea.

Hardcase: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

Longshot: Then why did you tell me?

Hardcase: It's a conversation starter.

Longshot: It's a horrible conversation starter.

Hardcase: Oh, is it?

Hardcase: We're conversing, checkmate.

——————

Echo: Rules were made to be broken.

Gearshift: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Striker: Uh, piñatas.

Trapper: Glow sticks.

Vaughn: Karate boards.

Wooley: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Waxer: Rules.

——————

Echo: What is your favourite mythical story?

Boil: The Story Of My Will To Live.

Echo: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

——————

Axe: I'm not sure what you mean

Axe: I am socializing.

Gregor: Standing there ominously doesn't count as socializing

Axe:

Axe: Since when?

——————

Crys: I was arrested for being too cool.

Vaughn: And the charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

——————

Hil: I’m going to get so much done today.

Jester: I’ll hold you to that.

*8 hours later*

Jester: So how much did you get done?

Hil: One thing.

Jester: Well, that’s one more than usual.

——————

Switch: Who ate all my cookies?

Tup: Bounty hunters

Switch, confused: I didn’t see them

Tup: No one ever does :)

——————

Fives: The how the fuck’s and why are you so dumb's don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

——————

Tup: Why is it called "oven" when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?

Crys: What???

——————

Boil: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Fives: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Boil: Oh, I'm sorry. should I ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Fives: That's somehow worse.

——————

Cody: When Fives & Echo were born, the gods said, "They're too good for this world."

Jesse: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

——————

Gearshift: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.

Appo: You mean glory days?

Gearshift: Ah, that too.

——————

Fives: I’m an idiot.

Boil:

Jesse:

Waxer:

Echo:

Trapper:

Fives:

Echo: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

——————

Kix, looking at both batallions: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

——————

Boomer: It’s funny how well you and Longshot get along. Didn’t he hate you at first?

Hardcase, nodding: Longshot hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.

——————

Waxer: Are you reading fan fiction?

Denal, reading an article about a extremely rare diseases: Wh- No.

Boil: Oh, is it on AO3?

Denal, ready to punch one of them: This is BBC.

——————

Oddball: Hey, thanks for checking in, I’m ✨still a piece of garbage✨

——————

Sterling: You could be nicer.

Spark: I am.

Sterling: You threatened Wooley with a cooking knife.

Spark: But I didn't actually stab him!

——————

Redeye, about Gus: Is he a freak (derogatory)?

Redeye: Or a freak (affectionate)?

Slick: Why not both?

Redeye: You’re so right, a freak (double-edged sword)!

——————

Hawk: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Barlex: What's wrong with you??

Hawk: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.

Wyler: No, he means other than that.

Hawk: Ohhhhhh.

Hawk: I haven't slept in 4 days.

——————

Jesse: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large ships.

——————

Fives: Why do humans have different blood groups?

Longshot: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

Dogma: Really guys? Now?

Dogma: I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!

——————

Fives: Can we go out to get icecream?

Cody: Did you ask Rex?

Echo: He said no.

Cody: Then why are you asking me?

Echo & Fives: He aint the boss of you.

Cody, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

[folkloresthings]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — send a muse + a song and i’ll write a little drabble for it.

hey love, daniel ricciardo x older isabel larosa? thank you <3

SOMEONE OLDER. ❨ daniel ricciardo x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: age gap!

the sun that rose over miami was heavenly, bathing the entire paddock in a warm hue. there was barely a soul about, giving you the opportunity to soak up the florida heat and let your thoughts give way to the morning. working for mclaren meant constantly being on the go, especially as the youngster, meaning any moment to just stop was taken gladly.

“morning,” comes from the bottom of the ramp, the australian twang pulling you from your thoughts and right into the pounding of your chest.

“you’re early,” you note, opening the door to the mclaren motorhome for both you and daniel. his cologne hits you hard as he passes, the scent dizzying, and you’re glad for one last breath of fresh air. “the other drivers aren’t due until ten.”

daniel shrugs, shrugging off his orange jacket. the motorhome is empty, bar one or two technicians drifting past, and it allows a quiet to settle between you that you hate. since joining mclaren, there wasn’t a weekend that daniel ricciardo didn’t make your heart seize up. you never knew what to say to him, letting his jokes and sarcastic quips fill the conversations.

but now he doesn’t jest at the sleep in your eyes or how you’ve obviously scraped your hair back in the car ride here. he just smiles and looks at you.

“could say the same for you. what’re you doing here this early?”

you busy yourself at the self—serve coffee machine, giving you a reason not to stare at him, fidgeting with buttons you’d pressed a hundred times before. “there’s paperwork and stuff. zak’s made a whole list of things to do before the race starts later on.”

you hear daniel huff out a laugh behind you, and he’s closer now than before. when you look to the side, he’s near enough for you to pass him a cup of coffee, offering a small smile. he mumbles out a thanks, reaching past you to grab a sachet of sugar, the muscles in his arm rippling so close to your face.

“he works you too hard,” daniel points out and you resist the urge to agree. you were, for want of a better word, the rookie in the garage. an easy target for the experienced employees, dumping any extra work on the young and eager new assistant.

“yeah, but he pays well.” you take a sip of your coffee, lashes fluttering past the rim of the cup to take a glance at daniel. “you did good in free practice yesterday.”

“you saw?” daniel lights up, so much that it winds any breath from you. he always looked happy, it was his thing, but it was much more enticing when you were the one making him smile.

“just about,” you chuckles, head turning to see another engineer arrive for the morning. you smile and wave, polite, but keep your attention on danny. “managed to catch a glimpse between meetings. does miami always suit you so well?”

daniel smirks, dragging his eyes over your face. “it’s my favourite place to race. the atmosphere always excels, and the parties are wild.”

“ah, right. the infamous miami after—party,” your eyes widen, his sarcastic streak rubbing off on you. somehow, flirting with daniel always came easy to you; much easier than with any other boy.

“this your first one?” he asks, you nod. “you’ll love it. if you… can you even drink here?”

you fake a glare, lightly shoving his arm. the shit—eating grin that pulls onto his lips knocks through the annoyance you feigned, a laugh escaping your tongue. “i’m twenty—two, dickhead.”

daniel laughs, ruffling your hair teasingly. you try to duck away, but the pull in your chest doesn’t ever let you stray too far from the man.

“alright, kid. make sure lando buys you a drink or two, yeah?”

you watch as he brushes past you, headed for his drivers room to prep for the race, brows furrowing. his smirk still lingers on his face as he crosses the empty motorhome, only glancing back once more before he disappears around the corner.

his hand, the one holding your heart so delicately, squeezes until the organ almost bursts in your chest. lando, lando, lando. the other mclaren driver was only a few months older than you, the appropriate choice for your affections, but no one could control the way that their heart swayed.

hours later, the race over and trophies given out, night had fallen on miami but was only just coming alive. despite mclaren not doing quite so well in the race, it didn’t stop the celebrations. almost all of the team were headed for the club that was reserved, practically shaking with the heavy bass that played inside. you had been hovering by the door for ten minutes now, glad for the florida humidity in your much—too—short dress.

the twisting in your stomach screamed out at you for not having some alcohol before getting here, something to ease the nerves of bumping into a certain brunette australian again. hence, once the courage had built up, you made a beeline for the bar. the club was busy, but not suffocating, since the place had been rented out for the teams and their friends.

a few familiar faces passed by but you were set on finishing your cocktail in only a few mouthfuls, quickly ordering the next before you could even face the tables full of drivers and engineers. most of mclaren’s guests were in the corner, lando and daniel at the centre of it all.

“y/n, hey!” lando greeted brightly, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug. you hug him back gladly, meeting daniel’s eyes over his shoulder. he’s staring at you both, mainly at you, unreadable in every way. you shoot him a small smile when you pull away from lando’s chest, not daring to breach the space between you both.

lando leans into your ear. “can i get you a drink?”

you see daniel’s smile grow in the corner of your eye, memory of you earlier conversation flashing in both of your minds at the same time. “too late,” you quip, lifting your glass to lando’s eyeline.

“the next one, then,” lando tuts, sending you a wink. you feel your heart flutter a little. he was cute, and charming, but the feeling in your chest was nothing near the explosion that occurred when daniel was around. you nod, pulling on another smile, and let him be pulled away by carlos.

“you look good,” daniel sneaks up behind you, hot breath fanning across your neck. you turn on your heel (high heels that were making your ankles ache), stepping back as you do so. if not, you’d have been chest—to—chest, and you couldn’t have trusted yourself in such a capacity. “really good.”

“thank you,” you murmur, but you’re sure he can’t hear you over the loud music. he smiles anyway, sweet and heart melting, lifting his beer to his lips. his lips glisten with the liquid, tongue darting out to clean it off. you blame the strawberry mojitos on the sudden dizzy feeling that drowns you, heat rising to your cheeks, but you know it’s all him. daniel, your constant ailment.

“team picture!” someone shouts, and everyone suddenly crowds around the small table, mclaren’s entire payroll squished together. you feel a hand slide easily around your waist, pulling you flush into his side, and when you look up at daniel he’s just smiling at the camera, as though this was perfectly normal. someone counts down from three and you force yourself to look away from the man, towards the lens.

his hand lingers there even when the photo is taken, a searing hot touch that burns through the thin material of your dress. he laughs at something another engineer says, and you can’t move, forced to stand there like a couple who do this on the regular. but your heart is in your throat and your knees are wobbling underneath you.

“you okay?” daniel eventually asks, looking down at you. you’re convinced he’s having some kind of stroke and has no feeling from the neck down, forgetting all about the way his hand is resting mere inches away from your ass.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you choke out, nodding forcefully. his brows furrow for a moment, but he soon turns at the sound of his name being called. you take the opportunity of distraction to slip out of his arm, hurrying quickly through the crowd to anywhere but there. when you find the small smoking garden, you inhale heavily, forcing air back into your lungs as best you can.

there’s no one else out there, no one else stupid enough to leave such a great party, but you’re grateful. leaning against the cold brick wall, the heels of your hands rub desperately at your brows, careful not to mess up your makeup. you willed and willed yourself to pull together, to forget this stupid little crush you had on daniel and move on with your life. but you heart never did listen to your head, and you were left a little tipsy and cold in the miami night air.

“what’re you doing out here?” daniel sticks his head around the door, flashing his teeth in a smile. you sigh, shrugging, and he steps closer. “i thought you’d ran off to dance with lando.”

“he’s not really my type,” you tell him, determined to get this notion out of his head. you wished you could like lando, so badly, and not have to deal with the fact that he was eleven years older than you. but here you were, in just that pickle.

“no?” danny queries, standing right in front of you now. you try to ignore how you can smell his cologne again, the heat radiating off of him, the sweet undertone of his beer lingering. “he’s a good kid. so are you.”

“stop that,” you whisper, shaking your head. “i’m not a kid.”

daniel swallows, a thick silence falling between you. his hand slips from his pocket, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingers brushing your cheek in the process. it’s complicated, all too tangled up: you being over ten years his younger, and his colleague. the star driver and the impressionable assistant. you could already see the headlines.

but, somehow, when he grazed the warm flush of your cheeks bone, it all became terribly simple.

“daniel…” you mumble, warning in your tone. he keeps moving closer, big brown eyes flickering to your lips at every chance he gets. one hand on your cheek, the other finding it’s old place on your waist. “we shouldn’t.”

“i know,” he breathes out, breath grazing your lips as they hover over your own. he looks at you, you look at him, and there’s nothing either of you can do to stop it now. daniel’s neck cranes to capture your lips in one swift move, pulling you onto your tiptoes, pressing his body heavy against yours.

you moan softly against his lips, his tongue licking into your mouth at the opening. as much as he wants to be soft with you, hold you in hands like porcelain, but there’s a need inside of him that’s been building for months suddenly getting just what it needs. he’d been hung up on you since your first day in the paddock, all wide eyed and people pleasing, and now he had you in his arms.

he kissed you and kissed you until you were panting against him, his forehead falling to rest on yours, catching your breath. you glance up, waiting for the ball to drop and the dream to end. but it doesn’t, daniel just opens his eyes and smiles down at you. his lips are swollen and pupils blown wide, hands still gripping at your waist.

“lando doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he chuckles, falling into the urge to press another soft kiss to your lips. another, another, another. it only takes a taste, and he’s desperate for more.

“what can i say? i need someone older,” you quip back, nose nudging against his. he grins, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

“as much as i’d love to be a gentleman right now,” daniel inhales sharply, squeezing the flesh of your hips. “i really want to take you back to the hotel.”

[lost-in-fandoms]

from this for @91finewalls94. this grew a life of its own, i don't know what happened!

to steal my heart tonight

"It is fucking itchy!"

"Stop complaining and get on with it, Max."

GP's voice is tinny through the earpiece Max is wearing, carefully disguised as an earring, but there's no mistaking his stern tone. Max has heard it enough times to probably be able to dream about it. She probably has already.

"I still don't know why Alex couldn't do this!" she complains, one last time, just for show. She's already walking towards the doors of the mansion, smiling at the disinterested bodyguard at the door hoping nobody can see the way she's gritting her teeth at the uncomfortable feeling of having to walk on heels.

She doesn't get an answer, but she knows what it would be. Apparently, she's exactly the millionaire's daughter's type. Lucky her. Can't wait to spend a couple hours flirting with someone just to be able to get her fingerprints for the access to the vault!

At least the food looks great. She's not allowed to drink, even if she does accept some champagne for show, but she ignores GP's pointed huff and eats two canapes. Perfectly flaky and butter, better than whatever sandwiches they will be eating in the van. Take that, Alex!

She still contemplating the option of licking her fingers in a ballroom full of fancy rich people, when her eyes lock in on the figure of the woman she's supposed to be charming tonight, entering the room in a gorgeous red dress.

And yeah, Max can admit Daniel is beautiful. She has perfect curls and a perfect smile and wide brown eyes, and if this was an anonymous club somewhere in the city, Max would probably try to hit on her out of her own free will. But she doesn't like being stuffed in a dress, with way too much cleavage, and being told to flirt. She used to be paid to hit people, not to charm them! Where has society ended up to?

She catches the movement of Daniel's head just in time to turn around, letting her eyes glide over her back, hearing the crackle of the earpiece just a second before GP start talking.

"Okay, she has seen you and she's walking your way. Please, Max, try to act properly this time."

"If you don't know what to say, just bend over and show her your boo..." Alex's comment gets cut off, as GP probably shoves him away from the radio. Max burns with the repressed desire to talk back.

She follows Daniel's movements through the room from the corner of her eye, always pretending to be looking somewhere else, so she's not surprised when a hand lands gently on her arm, but she still pretends to be.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you!" Daniel's voice is bright, carrying a smile in every syllable, and suddenly Max's task feels a little easier.

--

Talking to Daniel is easy. Dancing with her, even if it's a stupid waltz, both of them giggling and stumbling along, is even easier. Getting her fingerprints is a child's play. Leaving her, though.

If Max wasn't working, she would be asking Daniel to go home with her. Or well, for Daniel to take her upstairs in one of the many bedrooms this big ass house has, and let Max eat her out until she cries.

But she's working, and she's damn good at her job, so when Daniel is being whisked away by someone else, she discreetly makes her way towards one of the garden doors and slips away.

As soon as she's out of view, she slips her heels off, stuffing them in a bush. Better being barefoot and risking to impale herself on a rusty nail than taking one more step in those things. And why the hell did she have to wear a fucking thong? Never again.

"Next job, Alex is wearing the thong," she mutters as she slinks through the shadows, taking the long way around to the other side of the house.

"And I'll look great in it!"

Max can almost hear GP rubbing his forehead in frustration.

"Can you spot the right window?" he asks, as if Max is a rookie or something.

"Yeah, GP, I can spot the right window," she grumbles, as she tries to make her dress stay in a position that won't make her fall to the ground while she's climbing the pergola.

Well, if anyone comes around, she will have bigger problems than someone seeing her ass in a thong.

She's sweating a little when she finally reaches the window Alex had left unlocked earlier in the day, when he had been in the house under the guise of a catering person, but she hauls herself in without a sound, landing on plush carpet.

Now, she only has to walk through the hallway and get to the vault, get the documents they need and get out of there.

And never see Daniel again.

She refuses to think about the tug in her chest at the thought.

"Hallway is clear," GP's voice is quiet but sure, and Max doesn't question it, opening the room's door and walking into the hallway. The vault's room is just three doors down, and she makes her way there quickly, knowing she won't have much time to pick the lock and then work the vault before security makes the rounds.

She's already taking pins out of her air and getting them into the lock when her earpiece crackles again.

"Max? What are you waiting for?"

"I am at the door, what do you mean?" she asks, still working away, willing her hands to stay steady even as her nerves pick up.

"I don't see you." Ice runs in her veins, her instinct flaring even before her brain can catch up with the implications of GP's words. "We don't have cameras! Max get out."

The lock gives exactly as GP finishes speaking and Max swings the door open.

A second later, there's a gun pointed at her forehead.

"Hello, Maxy," Daniel smiles. Her red dress looks bloody in the shadowy room. "And here I was, thinking we had something."

Max stands very very still. Her earpiece crackles again, but no words come through. She doesn't know if it's because GP thought better than to speak in this moment or if Daniel has taken control of that too.

Max knows she's fucked. She doesn't know why Daniel is standing here with a gun instead of calling for security, but she knows it won't be long before she's either shot or taken down in some other way. Her heart is a terrified bird in her chest. Her hands don't shake.

"What are you doing, Daniel?" she asks, as if they were still downstairs eating canapes, instead of in a dark office, a loaded gun between them.

Daniel is still smiling. There's something hungry about her that she had been concealing before.

"Max," GP's voice is very quiet and very steady, "we think she's trying to steal them too. Either for herself or someone else. You can still work this."

Max takes a step forward.

The gun is now a cold touch against her forehead, but she ignores it, reaching forward to brush her hands against Daniel's clothed hips, feeling herself smile.

"I really like this dress," she says, voice low, letting her rasp come through. She can see Daniel's confusion clear as day, but the gun stays steady.

"Are you going to say it would look better on the floor?" Daniel raises one perfect eyebrow, but her smile changes, a different kind of hunger in it.

"You can keep it on if you'd like, I can work around it."

This makes Daniel laugh, the usual big, loud sound tamped down.

"What are you doing, Maxy?" she asks.

The gun is on Max's left temple now, shifted with Daniel's curiosity, as her arm bends and she lets herself be pulled closer.

"Hopefully, kissing you."

"Guns to your head turn you on? Naughty."

The gun is now to the side of her head, Daniel's arm bent awkwardly as their chests brush.

For a wild moment, Max considers kissing Daniel for real. Considers discarding the gun, forgetting about the documents and finding a free bedroom. For a wild moment, she considers giving in and letting her heart be soft, just this once.

Then she twists her body, knocks Daniel's hand away, takes hold of the gun and points it back at her in the span of one soundless breath.

Daniel blinks back at her, fear flickering for a moment through her surprise, followed by what Max would read as hurt if she was more foolish.

"I'm sorry," she still finds herself saying, softer than she probably should, "I would have loved making you come."

Daniel's mouth opens again, but Max can see her muscles coiling and she's not giving her the chance to be the first person to make her fail at her job.

"I hope I don't give you brain damage," she says, still way too apologetic. And then she hits her over the head with her own gun, catching her before she can crumple on the ground.

[lilyrizzy]

continuation of my outsider pov fic i wrote a million years ago. maybe someone will enjoy! cw: medical drama

When Sophie comes back to the waiting room, Daniel is still sleeping. He’s not wearing the Red Bull Racing t-shirt anymore, her son’s she’s since realized, and has instead replaced it with a non-descript grey jumper. Only the oversized sweatpants have stayed, his top long enough to cover the tiny 33 stitched into the pocket.

Arms folded tightly over his chest, there’s a frown creasing his brow that gives away the tension that must be holding his body tight, even as he sleeps. The strange white-blue light from the vending machine opposite bathes his face, making him look more tired than he did earlier in the soft orange glow of Max’s kitchen. Their kitchen.  

It adds to the guilt twisting itself up into knots inside her stomach, the thought of waking him up, but he’s twitching, uncomfortable, and she wants somebody to talk to.

It’s late. Victoria is on a plane.

“Daniel,” she says, touching his shoulder as gently as she can. It’s enough to have him jerking awake anyway, eyes darting around the room before landing on her face. There’s a moment, a flicker of confusion, then-

“Max?” He asks, his voice cracked down the middle with sleep-tinged terror, and- “is he-”

“There is no change Daniel,” Sophie assures him quickly, “we are still waiting for him to wake up.” Then, because he’ll want to know, “the doctor has been though.”

His expression clouds, the sky before a thunderstorm.

“You should have woken me up,” is all he says, but she can hear the words he doesn’t speak.

I deserve to be involved.

Gone is the man who just hours earlier stayed home in Max’s clothes. Since being in the hospital it’s been all vicious demands for information, for medicines, for miracles. As though proximity and looking through the window into the hospital room they aren’t allowed to enter yet reminded him of his rightful place in Max’s life.

That, or fear.

“I- I thought you would like to sleep,” She tries, but it’s only a half-truth. Max is her baby, and she is not used to sharing him with anybody but his father, who has already flown home to his new wife, his two new babies.

She expects more of a fight, but Daniel eventually just nods, shoves his thumbnail into his mouth and starts to chew at it’s edges.

“Right, yeah, of course- Sorry,” he mumbles around it, eyes glancing between the door, the clock and the floor.

Standing over him, for a moment she feels lost. Uncertain of what to do, what to say.

“I brought you some food though,” she settles on, remembering what made her wander away from the room in the first place. She takes the two prepackaged sandwiched out from under her arm where she’s been squashing them. “You should eat something,” she adds in what Victoria calls her mother-knows-best tone when Daniel just stares at her. “I did not know what you would like, but I thought everyone likes cheese, yes?”

She holds it out to him, and to her surprise, that gets him to smile. Awkwardly, hand touching the back of his neck.

“Actually, um- I’m lactose intolerant,” he says like an apology with a shrug.

Of course.

“Oh.” Then holding out the other packet instead, “here. I have this one, also. Roast chicken.”

Something flickers over Daniel’s face, and for a moment she’s worried he’s about to tell her he’s a fucking vegetarian, when she realises it’s softness. The deep lines of his worry momentarily smoothing.

“This is great, Sophie,” he promises softly, taking it from her outstretched hand. “Thank you.”

She takes a seat beside him in the plastic chair, feels every uncomfortable ridge of it press into her skin. A constant, aching reminder of where she is and why. An inescapable reality. Daniel opens his sandwich, but the lead weight in her stomach makes her a hypocrite, makes her put hers down on the empty chair besides her.

There’s no one else around, it's long past visiting hours. She tries not to think about what that must mean, that they’ve let them stay sat in this purgatory. That no one has told them, ‘go home, there won’t be any change.’ There could be change, and they both know it could go either way.

There’s nothing. No nurses, no doctors, no priest in the hospital chapel. She already checked. Just the ticking of the clock above both their heads, driving her insane.

“Before you said, 6 years,” she plucks from the silence to stop it choking her. Beside her, she feels Daniel tense. “That is a long time.”

He takes a bite of food and chews for a long time in favour of answering.

“Yeah. It is,” is all she gets once he’s swallowed. She nods, turning her body towards him, to try to get him to meet her eye.

“And you are- You are happy together, yes?”

This time there is no hesitation.

“Yes.” As though it could be anything other than the truth.

He still won’t look at her though, staring instead at the crusts of the bread.

“Even- Even though you race each other?” She pushes, because even an argument right now would be better than silence. Would help each of them to feel less alone, give them somewhere to lay down a little of the hurt.

For a moment, Sophie thinks he isn’t going to answer. Then, Daniel dumps his food onto the chair next to him too and finally turns to face her.

“Look, it’s- It hasn’t been all smooth sailing, I won’t lie to you,” Daniel allows, after another beat. His eyes search her face, as though looking for permission to go on. She nods again, but doesn’t speak. “This, ah, this season hasn’t been great for me. It might be my last, but Max, he- He helps. He calls me on my bullshit when I need it, he- Well I would be a lot less happy without him.”

He cringes then, like he’s worried he’s said too much, then continues quickly, almost defensively-

“But I look after him too, I do. I do a good job of making him happy too, I-"

Shaking his head, he breaks off before lifting his hands to bury his face into his palms.

I look after him too, Sophie turns over in her brain, and isn’t that all she ever wanted for Max? How badly has she failed for him to question that enough to feel he needed to hide from her.

Whatever she was looking for, she hasn’t found it in making Daniel look defeatedly back at the floor.

“I am sure you do,” she promises, though there is a mountain of undeniable evidence against her having any idea. She reaches to touch his shoulder, tentative. “Max is not somebody to do anything he does not want to. I think you would not have lasted 6 months if you did not. 6 years, is- “

It’s a lifetime, when you are twenty. She knows people who have married, separated and divorced in less time.

“I’m glad he got to have that,” she finishes, words forced past the tightness of her throat, “if- I’m glad.”

Daniel's head snaps back around to look at her. For a moment, his face goes perfectly still, before awful realization crests over it.

“Incase-“ She tries, but she doesn’t get another word out. Daniel is jumping to his feet, coming to crouch in front of her. Hands on her knees he looks up at her shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” he says, firmer than she’s heard him be before now, “Sophie, no. None of that okay, I cant- I can’t hear that right now. Max is going to be fine.”

The taste of salt at the corner of her mouth surprises her. She’s crying. When she speaks again, shaking her head too, her voice is cracked.

“But-“

“He’s going to be fine,” Daniel interrupts, and she doesn’t know who he is trying to convince more. “In a couple of hours they’re going to take us to his room, and- And he’s going to laugh at us for being so worried, okay?”

She rubs her fingertips over her eyes, smearing her tears across her face. All she wants is Daniel’s words to be true. It’s all she wants in the world.

“You do not know what,” she says because it’s what makes him seem so cruel to her right now. How can he promise a mother that her baby will be fine when he knows nothing more than she does?

But when he hangs his head, hand still clutching her kneecaps, she feels guilty for trying to take his hope from him.

“I love him,” he tells the tiled hospital floor. “He has to be okay, Sophie, I- I love him.”

[90percentstudios]

What D&D classes would the CKC cast play as, and what would be their playstyle?

cody - changeling rogue. he'd get obsessed with trying to ride on the back of a hill giant instead of just freakin' killing it, and would probably forget he can do stuff like shapeshifting/bonus actions/etc 80% of the time. he's pretty deadly when he's locked in though, but it'd take some proof and convincing that an enemy is worthy of death. he'd also doodle while playing, heavily distracting him, but at least by the end of each session there's a bunch of silly drawings his friends can flip through.

mini - changeling cleric. the twins are both changelings cuz of everyone in the series, i think they're the only ones that've achieved being losers, cool kids, gods, averaged, AND banned. she's actually a big fan of making overly complicated plans, whether it's a heist, a jailbreak, you know she's got a dozen pastel gel pens to plan it all out! unfortunately she's got horrific luck, consistently rolling under 10. at least the plan goes well when someone else is carrying it out.

peter - human paladin. he has perfect recollection of all the rules and likes the game to be as immersive as possible, because convincing himself he's really a heroic paladin that people like and respect was his copium as a loser. that being said, post-series pb would have a bit more fun, especially with cody there to involve him in all his crazy antics.

juvie - tiefling barbarian/fighter multiclass. they frequently have to reassure their team they're not a violent psychopath irl, it's just that if you're playing in a world where you can do anything, why WOULDN'T you give every kobold a uniquely gruesome death and decorate your camp with their guts as a show of force? anyway they're very combat focused.

peggy - wood half-elf druid. any chance she has to transform into a unicorn she takes (it's not technically allowed but daniel allows her to turn into a horse that has a horn for flavor). she mostly trots around, eats apples, gives people horsey-rides, makes friends with other animals and often demands that daniel allow them to resurrect their friends (ahem cody) whenever they miraculously die.

holden - human bard. he actually brings his guitar and plays a short tune whenever he uses bard magic, it really adds to the immersion! he's also the party-face, meaning he's in charge of persuading the guards not to imprison everyone just because juvie tested the flammability of the local tavern's liqueurs. after a dozen of these instances he's gotten in the habit of telling guards "i've never seen that tiefling in my life."

daniel - elf wizard, (though he'd focus on dming, he'd probably include his own character in the campaign at peggy's request because "he'd be left out" if he didn't). his character would offer important exposition when it's already too late and punish the others for their reckless shenanigans by not helping them when they're in a bind. "it's better for character growth" he says.

gigi - sorcerer. she'd immediately grasp the rules, min-max the hell out of her character, remind people to use their ability modifiers and always be on the hunt for the best equipment, often getting holden to help bargain for them with his high charisma stat. her gamer-brain's also got a good memory for the lore of the campaign. "where was the grand exchange again?" "it was north east of kragmaw, remember?" "..." "in that cave in the side of the mountain?" "..." "you caused a cave-in that cut the water supply off from the local town, displacing hundreds?" "... ooooh, right."

rhyme - astral elf. would join the campaign a bit later than the others since she'd still be getting used to the friend group and all. everyone would welcome her in and they'd all grow as friends. she's annoyingly good at everything as always, yet somehow whenever she's near, mishap seems to follow. juvie's certain she's up to no good but no one believes them, until some pivotal moment when daniel reveals he'd invited her to play as a double agent on the side of evil and in order to complete the quest they must all fight to the death. when asked why the hell he'd do something like that he says "dammit i told you cody, FOR CHARACTER GROWTH!!" rhyme has stellar acting and everyone fights her with teary eyes, until... i dunno, they find some secret option of exorcising her of evil and completing the quest and no one dies and yadda yadda happy ending. anyway juvie gives a very well-deserved i told you so and rhyme admits her being the secret villain was a bit on the nose but she enjoyed the theatre of it all.

[littlestsnicket]

less disparate (as in at least consistently loumand focused) iwtv thoughts

- the moment i feel for Armand the most is when he's all 'and where does this leave me, 3 thousand years on suicide watch?' i cannot overstate how fucked up of a thing to say to someone who's just had a suicide attempt, but it's raw and honest and true. and just... the absolute horror that must be for Armand, who's entire sense of self is tied up in his responsibilities and relationships and right now that is just Louis?

- and building on that, when Armand says he deserves to eat Daniel and Louis says he knows but Armand isn't allowed to do it anyway? Louis understands what he's done to Armand from Armand's perspective! yeah. super fucked up. i'm not blaming Louis, he has his own shit to deal with and given the actual reality of their power dynamic it's kinda stupid to be pointing any fingers at Louis... but Louis pretty clearly knows this whole relationship is making Armand worse and doesn't care. And that's worth acknowledging. It's what makes their dynamic so interesting to me, actually.

- i feel quite strongly that Armand's not using his vampire powers to mess with Louis mind/memory until after 1973. But in Dubai... i think them having full on screaming matches like they do after the photo mixup (i'm siding with Armand on that one, i don't think he did it, i don't think that's what this scene is meant to show in their relationship dynamic, but that's besides the point) is a normal occurrence, and i think it's equally interesting to consider the idea that Armand erases all of them immediately and that they resolve them with sex that is icky (as in the dynamic makes both of them feel a icky afterwards) but does what it needs to do to reinforce their pretend power dynamic and they do this enough that they can just... go back to what they were doing like they didn't even have a fight.

- Jacob mentioned in some interview that he doesn't think Louis would agree to Armand editing his memories. and yeah, Jacob (actually the whole cast) has said enough deeply considered things about his character that i do prioritize his interpretation. however, i do also think that unless he's really put on the spot, Armand is a good liar and knows to stick to the truth as much as possible. there's no reason for him to have the elaborate lie of Louis agreeing to it later at a specific time and place. the interpretation that is most interesting to me is that Armand doesn't initially intend to mess with Louis' memory and, free of any vampire mind gifts, guilts Louis into it. like, Louis says something like he's not sure he can live with his guilt about Claudia and Daniel and the pain, and everything else, and Armand is like 'you still owe me for sparing Daniel, if you really mean that, you owe it to me to let me try to fix you'. and that is such a deeply fucked up thing to do but it's also so clearly from a place of care, and as selfish and self serving as Armand's care for Louis is, i think it is real and the guiding force of most of their interactions. and it works, so i'm sure Armand thinks it's entirely justified.

- i think Lestat immediately accurately judges what this relationship is going to be like but completely, wildly, wildly under estimates Armand and Louis' combined propensity for stubbornness, self-martyrdom, and general self destruction.

- i keep coming back to Armand saying that Claudia never loved Louis like he or Lestat did. and i think it's worth considering that Armand is undervaluing their relationship because it's not sexual or romantic. that feels like, given what we know of his history, a very Armand thing to do. but i really don't think that's what Louis means when he agrees. i think what Louis means is that he's self aware enough to know that he wants to be loved to the point of destruction and Claudia was always too much of her own person for that. and it kills him that he wasn't able to move past that for her. that he always put his desire for that sort of love, even though he knew it was destructive, before his also very real love for her.

- to end on a lighter note, since i learned that Lestat is essentially a bunch of random syllables Anne Rice stuck together (there's more backstory but it basically boils down to that), i've been thinking 'i bet it really bothers Armand that Lestat is not a real name'. he's the sort of person who would obsess over that.

[kkarateboy]

Daniel wasn’t drunk. No, not drunk at all. Drunk was such an ugly word with so many negative connotations. He was tipsy. Yes, that was it. Very, very, very tipsy. And whenever he got "tipsy," as he liked to call it, he was more... open.

He had been working at the dojo for the past five months now, and thanks to his skill and persistence, he had begun to attract the attention of some of the Sekai tekai higher-ups. They started to place more responsibility on him, but without any actual power. For the past month, he had been getting paid the same amount as an car dealer, had no one working for him or helping him with the situation , and had four times as much work as anyone else, including Sensei Kreese himself. Which, based on the neglect of his students, was saying something.

On a Friday night, after 16 hours straight of teaching and training, Daniel had collapsed on his couch and cracked open a bottle of expensive whiskey that Johnny had gifted him at Christmas. And oh lord, it was good stuff.

And now he was very drunk. Sorry, tipsy. As Amanda would know, a tipsy Daniel was quite the loose cannon. They actually had a rule in place: if Daniel had any alcohol, ANY at all, then he was not allowed to text anyone, call anyone (especially Johnny!), and would have to stay the night, supervised, with Amanda.

But Amandawasn’t here tonight. And so, in Daniel's barely functioning brain, he decided it would be an absolutely GREAT idea to go to the dojo for some fresh air. As he stumbled over there, he wondered why the cool breeze never felt this good against his face. And why did camels have two humps? Why not three? Or four? Or none? What were the humps made of? What did camels even eat? That was the moment that he tripped and nearly fell off a stairway leading to the dojo roof. (Like a balcony ; ishhh?)

Instead of simply grabbing the railing to catch himself, he just watched as he nearly fell. The city was quite beautiful from this view. The lights were beautiful. Heck, even the ground below was beautiful. It almost looked soft. As he closed his eyes and waited for impact, he felt strong arms catching him and pulling him up. Very strong arms. With nice muscles. He inhaled the scent of his savior. No other thought came into his mind other than "yummy Twink."

Luckily for Daniel, Johnny hadn’t been able to fall asleep that night. He had laid in bed for hours to no avail before hoping that some exercise would do the trick. What he hadn’t counted on, however, was seeing Daniel out in the wee hours. And he especially didn’t expect him to be stumbling around the dojo roof with a glass bottle clutched to his chest like a treasured item. So he followed behind him for a couple of blocks, not trusting him in this intoxicated state. And for good reason.

That was the moment when Daniel did a spectacular dive off the edge of the roof. Johnny leaped to catch him in his arms while he extended his karate gear to stop both of them from plummeting to the ground. As he carried him in his arms, he glanced down and saw a faint smile on Daniel’s face as he heard something that resembled "Twink."

He carried Daniel onto the other side of the roof (that had a rail, of course; he wasn’t THAT stupid) out of the view of potential onlookers. He gently set him down, which Daniel took advantage of to drunkenly flop down on his butt. "Johnny" he said with a lopsided grin. "Oh hi my prettyyy-boyy" Daniel slurred in a semi-surprised voice, as if he had thought Johnny was someone else. "What’re you doing on this fine evening?" "Larusso, you know you shouldn’t be out here drunk. It isn’t safe for you or for anyone else," Johnny said, scowling at him. "I’m not drunk, I’m just a tad bit tipsy," Daniel smiled up at him.

Johnny snorted. Daniel was completely and utterly wasted. He doubted Daniel would remember any of this conversation by the time morning came. "If you are just a bit tipsy, then I'm in miyagi-do and my name is Mr. Miyagi. " Daniel stared blankly at him for thirty seconds straight before his one remaining brain cell fired and he snorted. "OHHHHH because you aren't Mr. Miyagi! and I am drunk! You are a funny kitty kitty," he said in his ridiculously happy voice.

Dear god, this was going to be a long night. What on Earth was Johnny supposed to do with Daniel? He didn’t exactly know where Daniel lived by heart, so he couldn’t take him home. And he couldn’t take him to his place for obvious reasons. Based on his apparent state of drunkenness, Johnny was fairly certain Daniel would not make it home alive. And so he concluded that he was stuck babysitting a wasted Daniel.

"How much have you had to drink, Larusso?" Johnny asked. Daniel held up one of his fingers. "One what?" Johnny asked. "One shot, one glass, one what?" Daniel then held up the 3/4 empty bottle of whiskey. Ah, one entire bottle of whiskey. Great. And with Daniel’s weight (not that Johnny would ever judge, he just happened to carry him on quite a few occasions!), he wasn’t sobering up anytime soon. Great.

Johnny picked up the bottle and looked at the label. It was actually his preferred brand of whiskey, so his buddy at least had good taste. Except he hadn’t exactly tried chugging most of the bottle after not eating or drinking all day like some unnamed people in his direct vicinity. But what the hell. He had nothing else to do other than sit here on the rooftop. A couple of sips couldn’t hurt him that much. Could it?

Which was the exact line of reasoning that led to Johnny and Daniel breaking into a liquor store at three in the morning and demanding that they be paid in alcohol for their services to the valley. Which the worker actually seemed to agree with.

And so they stumbled across rooftops together as a team, each with hands full of stolen (well, technically it was given to them) alcohol. They stopped, at what they considered to be a far enough distance from the store, and struggled for a minute to open a bottle of gin. They sat down on the edge of the roof with their legs dangling over and watched the valley at night as they passed the bottle between them.

"IM NOT DRUNK, YOU'RE DRUNK!?" Daniel exclaimed, poking his finger right at Johnny’s chest. "DANIEL, YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY DRUNK," Johnny shouted back. "Wait," Daniel told him, "If I think you are drunk and you think I am drunk, then either you are lying or I am lying." "WOW, DANIEL, YOU ARE SO SMART," Johnny said, gleeful at having cracked the case. "But how do we know who is lying?" he asked. This question stumped them both as they returned to silence with confused looks on their faces.

About ten minutes later, Daniel suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "I HAVE AN IDEA!" Johnny asked, "Could it be that we are both drunk, Daniel!?" Daniel scoffed at the ridiculous idea, "No Lawrence, my idea is that we should make out together." Johnny pondered his proposition for a bit before responding, "YeeHAw."

And so Johnny climbed onto Daniel's lap, straddling him and started kissing him. After they broke apart for air, Daniel said, "Ha, you taste like alcohol. You are the drunk one here!" "But you taste like alcohol, my buggy boo. A combination of whiskey and gin actually," Johnny responded cheekily. Daniel went back to kissing him, deeper and more forcefully than before, occasionally nibbling on his lip. When they broke apart again, Daniel announced triumphantly, "WE ARE BOTH DRUNK!"

[tearsofcaravel]

Connection: Part 1

Sammy x (F) Reader

A smidge of Danny x (F) Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+, (F) oral, (F)&(M) masturbation, unprotected sex, squirting, choking

Summary: Enemies to lovers, Sam used to be your best friend, now your sworn enemy

Part 2

“You cannot be serious Daniel,” you huffed out.

Today had been such a great day. It was fall, your favorite season. The crisp yellow and red leaves covered the ground. The cool air wrapped around your body like a blanket. The sweet smell of spiced pumpkin swirled through your apartment. You were perfectly content and nothing could ruin your mood. That was until you came home.

“Daniel..You only call me that when you’re actually angry with me,” Danny laughed at you.

That’s because you were actually angry with Danny, you were furious. Danny’s best friend had been dumped, or rather kicked out. He shared an apartment with his girlfriend who’s name no one had bothered to remember. It was no surprise that no one liked her, he always had a terrible choice in women. He never stuck with them more than a few months, so there was no sense in getting close to any of them even if you wanted to, which you didn’t.

You had no idea how your sweet Danny could be friends with someone like Sam. Samuel Kiszka. Just thinking about him made you sick to your stomach. You hated being around him socially, you only put up with him for Danny. But you would not allow him to be a guest in your home, absolutely not. You would not stand for this. 

Of course Danny would open your home up for Sam. You and Danny had gotten a place together about a year ago. You and Danny were long time friends, anywhere that Danny was Sam was sure to follow. A few years ago you actually considered Sam a close friend of yours, a best friend even. He was sweet and charming. You weren’t blind, he was attractive to say the least. You might have even had something of a crush on him, possibly more than a crush. Somewhere along the lines though, you and Sam grew apart, and by grew apart you meant more like mortal enemies. 

It was around the time that you and Danny decided to move in together. Everything changed after that. At first he just started to be distant in small ways. He didn’t want to hang out as much. He stopped hugging you or holding a conversation with you. Then it became like he did everything in his power to be as far away from you as possible. You had no idea what you had done, anytime that you attempted to get some kind of explanation out of him he did all that he could to get out of the conversation. After a while you gave up on trying to figure out what went wrong. The feelings he had for you became mutual. Ever since then he was your enemy and that was that. It was like you had no history, like you hadn’t been best friends a year ago. 

“Come on Y/n, it won’t even be for that long,” Danny gave you his best doe eyes.

 

“You didn’t even ask me,” you rolled your eyes. You knew Danny would win this. Despite your hate for Sam, you had a weakness for Danny, and he was well aware of this. 

“Because I knew what you would say, you won’t even notice that he’s here.”

“I won’t notice he’s even here? You must be joking. We can hardly stand in the same room together. I give us one night before we kill each other,” you laughed out at him even though you were more than serious.

“Well, he’ll be here any minute so I guess I’ll go hide the knives,” Danny said half jokingly while making his way around the house to check for anything that could be used as a weapon. 

Just as you were hoping that Sam would find literally anywhere else to stay, the door to your apartment swung open. You could feel your blood begin to boil. You watched as he waltzed right in like he owned the place. He shot you a shit eating grin, but didn’t even grant you a simple “hello”. He plopped right down onto your couch.

 “Make yourself at home why don’t you?” you said not even looking in his direction. You were thinking maybe since you were doing him a favor he would treat you with some decency, possibly even thank you for allowing him to stay. Of course you were wrong. He knew you didn’t want him here.

He ignored your presence and started talking with Danny. You weren’t going to let him ruin your night, so you made your way to your room. “Goodnight Danny!” You made sure to only direct your attention to him. “Goodnight Y/n,” Danny called back to you, giving you a light smile.

“What, no goodnight for me, actually not even a hello, maybe a welcome? You wound me Y/n.” Sam dramatically called out. 

“Why welcome you when you’re not really welcome here?” You ignored him and went to bed for the night, sleeping peacefully knowing that Sam was a bit bothered by how well you ignored him. 

You woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked. Danny was the chef of the house. You couldn’t make a meal to save your life, so thank goodness for him. You walked into the kitchen wearing an oversize t-shirt and your underwear. This was how you dressed when you were at home. If you were home you were going to be in your comfiest clothes, after all you were just lounging around, no need to be all dressed up. 

“Good Morning Petal,” Danny said as he made you a plate of pancakes. You couldn’t help but to giggle at him. He had gifted you with that nickname after meeting you. You were standing under a tree that had rained flower petals down into your hair, it was cheesy really, but it always made you blush coming from him.

You never understood how someone could be so cheery first thing in the morning. You were the complete opposite, an absolute grouch. You were enjoying your peaceful morning with Danny when the demon emerged from the hallway. Sam didn’t bother looking at you or even greeting you. He fixed his plate of breakfast and sat down by Danny at the bar. The room fell silent, poor Danny tried to make small talk, it was a failed attempt. You could’ve cut through the tension with a knife.

Not a sound was made until you stood up to take your plate to the sink and you heard coughing. You turned around to see what all of the commotion was about. Sam was red faced and trying to get a hold of himself. “Forget how to eat Kiszka?” You did make sure he was alright, not that you would’ve jumped to give him the heimlich. He didn’t give you some snarky comment like he normally would, instead he was looking you up and down. His eyes were glued to you.

You chose to ignore it, thinking that he was just jostled up from choking. Danny didn’t take notice of Sam's weird behavior, he was too busy laughing at him. You cleaned up the kitchen and went to your room to shower and start your day. You went to leave for work, Sam was still sitting at the bar, “Leave any hot water for the rest of us?” 

 

“I left hot water for those of us who actually live here and pay the bills here,” you shot back before walking out of the door. 

You owned a flower shop just fifteen minutes from your house, which was ironic given your nickname from Danny. He hadn’t even known that you owned the flower shop at the time. You actually met Danny, and eventually Sam, because they owned a record store across the street. It was storming one afternoon and you’d only just moved to town and you didn’t know a single person. You had waited for the rain to slack up and walked outside to check on things and bumped into Danny underneath a pink Crape Myrtle tree and he instantly became your first friend. 

Your lunches used to be spent with the three of you, now of course it was just you and Danny. Now anytime you came over to see him you and Sam kept your distance. You assumed that today would be no different, you made your way across the street for your regularly scheduled lunch break with Danny. Oddly enough, instead of Sam’s usual choice of ignoring you he was snarkier than ever. 

“Don’t you have any other friends to spend your lunch with? I mean we see enough of you at home as it is,” Sam called from the back of the store.

“Home? When did you start paying bills?” you retorted. Of course he was going to pick a fight with you. You knew it was going to be even worse with Sam staying at your house.

Sam walked up to the front and had lunch with you and Danny for the first time in at least a year. He continued to do everything in his power to make your blood boil. This was odd behavior to say the least. Danny gave you a weird look with his eyes. You just shrugged, you were dumbfounded. 

When you got home that evening you went straight to your room for the night. Sam wasn’t nice to you or anything, he was snarkier than ever. But for the last year he had done all that he could to make sure that the two of you wouldn’t even breathe the same oxygen and he just sat with you at lunch. Like it was nothing. 

You had almost dozed off when Danny came bursting through your bedroom door. “What are you doing sleeping? It’s our movie night!” 

You had almost forgotten, you and Danny had movie night once a week to unwind and catch up. “That’s right and it’s my turn to pick!”

“Oh shit, maybe I shouldn’t have reminded you, you’ll have us watching something scary or Harry Potter.” 

“Just go start the popcorn and I’ll look for something to watch. We are going to be alone right?” you were praying that you would finally get some alone time with Danny, or just some time without Sam looking around.

“Of course Petal, it’s our movie night just for us I promise,” Danny reassured you.

You finally settled on a movie, Scream, your favorite. You snuggled up into Danny’s arms. You were surprised that he didn’t complain about your choice. After the movie was over you caught up on your week and had some snacks. Danny wanted to watch another movie and you definitely wanted more alone time with him since Sam had been in the way lately. You stayed up almost all night when you both dozed off the couch with the next Scream movie still playing. You and Danny were cozied up, arms around each other, as usual. When you were rudely awakened by the front door slamming and the unmistakable sound of Sam’s huffing and puffing.

“Well isn’t this just adorable,” Sam gestured to you and Danny’s sleeping position, “I must have missed my invite to movie night.”

This had clearly gotten under Danny’s skin, which was very rare. He was always the one to referee you and Sam. He always kept a cool head. “You would have gotten an invite if you were wanted here, but you didn't, did you? Maybe if you were nice to Y/n once in a while, but you just can’t seem to do that.” 

You were shocked that Danny had said that. He was always a ray of sunshine, even when he was angry with someone he never actually spoke up. Sam was just as shocked as you. He was left speechless. You had never seen Sam left without words, he always had a snarky comment ready to fire back. You were happy that he had finally spoken up to Sam, but still dumbfounded with Danny’s response. Sam retreated to his room and stayed there for the rest of the night. 

A few weeks had gone by and things had cooled down. Sam and Danny were perfectly fine as suspected. Danny hadn’t brought anything up and you definitely weren’t about to. Sam hadn’t said a single word to you since that night, which was fine by you. He had gone back to keeping his distance and keeping his snarkiness to himself.

It was their five year anniversary of owning the record store together. Of course they had to throw a party. They always found an excuse to have a party of some sort. You spent the next week helping Danny plan it. It would be at your home of course. 

The night of the party was filled with mostly people you knew. All of them through Danny and Sam. Their brothers Jake and Josh were usually the life of the party and you loved their company. You had gotten pretty close with them when you and Sam were at your closest. Everyone was dancing and mingling and of course drinking. 

You spent most of the night with Danny, the guest of honor. You hadn’t thought of Sam hardly at all over the last few weeks. Even though he was still staying with you and Danny, he kept his distance. But tonight after a few drinks you thought if you went to congratulate him maybe the waters would finally settle around the two of you. You didn’t have much interest in being friends again, but you knew it mattered to Danny. 

You knew he didn’t deserve a moment of your time or breath. You scanned the crowd to find that Sam’s eyes were already on you. You walked over to him, “Hi Sam, I just wanted to say congratulations, I am proud of the both of you.” 

He looked confused that you had even interacted with him, almost stunned, “U-uh thanks Y/n.”

It was silly, but for a moment you swore that you saw the Sam that you used to know and care for. His eyes were softer and kinder, rather than filled with hate and rage. You walked away and spent the rest of the night with Danny and his brothers. After the majority of the crowd cleared out you started to clean up a bit while Danny and Sam said their goodbyes. All that was left was you, Sam, Danny, Jake, and Josh. You all sat around talking and drinking the night away. Once you settled into your safe place, Danny’s arms, you almost dozed off. But you turned when you heard Sam scoff directly at you and abruptly head to his room. He didn’t even speak to his brothers. “What the hell was that about?” Jake drunkenly laughed. 

Danny just shrugged and gave a strange look to everyone. A little bit later you got up to go to the bathroom, passing by Sam’s room on your way. The door was cracked open and you thought heard a voice from inside. You went to make your way to the bathroom, but then you heard your name. Your name followed by moans. You slowly peeped inside to see if your ears were playing tricks on you. They were not. You slid in undetected to see Sam, who supposedly hated you with every bit of his being, with his hand wrapped around his cock. He almost looked beautiful. He looked vulnerable. He looked like the Sam you knew. He was laid down flat on his back, his eyes squeezed shut, and whispering your name to himself while he pleasured himself. You wouldn’t have believed this if you hadn’t seen it for yourself. This brought your mind into a whirlwind of a spin.

You knew it was wrong to watch this intimate moment, but you couldn’t peel your eyes away. You didn’t want to if you were honest with yourself. You slid back out before he could see you. Jake and Josh left and you and Danny eventually fell asleep snuggled together on the couch. You never mentioned what you saw that night. 

Over the next week however, your mind was spinning. You knew that night you had seen just a glimpse of the Sam you used to know, but you definitely did not think that he ever had feelings for you of any kind. It was all that you could think about. That definitely came out of nowhere. 

The next movie night rolled around, Danny had called and said that he would be home a little later. So you sat and waited for him, getting some things done around the house. You realized it was the first time in a few months that you had the house all to yourself. This was the perfect opportunity for some much needed release. You had a lot of energy surging through your mind and body in light of recent events.

You headed for your bedroom eagerly. You removed your clothing and got your little pink vibrator out of your bedside drawer. You laid down onto your back on your bed. You began to rub over your body. You realized it had been a bit since you had had some true time with yourself. You slid your middle finger through your slit to find that you were already soaked. You pumped one finger in and out as you ran your vibrator over your clit. You let the thoughts roll through your mind when your mind started to play tricks on you. At first your mind suddenly went to thoughts of Danny. You would never admit that the thought of him had helped you get off more than once. The way that his curls would look wrapped in your fingers and the way that his muscles would flex around you.

Then your mind shifted to Sam. The images of Danny and Sam having their way with you together. You began to clench around your own fingers deep inside of you. Little whimpers escaping your mouth. Then, the only thing that was running through your mind was Sam. You fought it as long and hard as you could. The way he looked and sounded that night that you walked in on him, it was intoxicating. His bare chest with a thin layer of sweat. His long  brown hair cascading to his shoulders. How sweet he sounded calling out your name while he took himself to the edge. 

It was like you lost all control and began calling out for him just like he had for you. It was pulling you closer and closer to your end. You began screaming his name, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You felt a white hot release and your vision went black. With a heaving chest you opened up your eyes when your breath hitched in your throat. You looked up and in your doorway was an astonished and wet Sam. His eyes wide when they met yours. He had a devilish grin a mile wide plastered onto his face. Your face was red hot by now. You were both silent for a few moments while you were still trying to come down from your high. 

What you saw next stunned you even more. You fully expected him to send a snide comment straight your way. Instead, he took his hand to his face, whipping off your release and brought his fingers to his mouth and releasing them with a ‘pop’. “You taste just as sweet as you look.”

“Sam w-what are you doing?” was all that you could sputter out.

“Well I heard you calling for me and I thought something might be seriously wrong since I’m the last person you would call for. And to my surprise I find you spread out all pretty calling for me while you cum,” he said as if this was just a normal and calm conversation between the two of you.

You were not calm, you were astonished and bewildered. 

“Whatever you were imagining about me though, I bet the real thing is much better,” Sam said as he slid his shirt off and placed himself onto the bed directly beside you. 

You suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment and nerves. You tried to cover yourself with your sheets. Did you even want this? Don’t you hate him? Doesn’t he hate you? You were about to ask a million questions when his warm hand cupped your cheek and his lips met yours. All of the nerves you had felt just a moment ago melted away in an instant. The kiss was slow and sweet at first, then it became dominating. Your teeth were clashing together and your tongues swirled around each other’s mouth. You were exploring each other for the first time. Your hands sliding and grabbing all over one another. You didn’t know what exactly to expect, was this a hate fuck? It was pretty gentle to be a hate fuck.

These thoughts became reality. His hand that once cupped your face so gently made its way to your throat with a tight grip. “Maybe next time I’ll be more gentle with you, but this time I think we both have some aggression we need to release. I’ve wanted this for too long for it to be gentle,” Sam said while he kissed his way to your breasts. 

‘Next time’, you thought to yourself. 

You were already naked, so he made his way around your body easily. You were over sensitive from your first orgasm, which had led to this situation that you were in now. Every kiss and lick that he gifted you with caused lightning to shoot through your body. You had a purple trail from your neck to your stomach. He licked the inside of your thighs and bit down in the most delicious way. He looked at you for approval, you nodded eagerly.

He made his way to your center. He licked one slow agonizing strip before diving into you like a starving man. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it. He looked up at you and you could feel him grinning as he worked his tongue around your sensitive clit. He was clearly pleased with the effect that he was having on you. He looked gorgeous settled in between your thighs. He knew that he had you on the edge. “Sam, please, I need more.”

“I think that you can do better than that,” he teased.

You knew exactly what he wanted. “Sammy please, give me more, I want to feel you.” He had such a weakness for you calling him ‘Sammy’. Which was all that it took. He slammed two fingers into you. He pumped them quickly in and out of you, curling them up in the most delicious way. He was hitting your most delicious spots. 

You would’ve been almost embarrassed by the wet and lewd noises that he was pulling from you, but you were both far too deep into the pleasure now. Sam looked up at you with dark and lust filled eyes, “I’ve wanted this for so long, you’re being such a good girl for me.”

If you had been in your right state of mind this would’ve shocked you to your core, but you were barely holding on as it was. “Sammy, I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”

“Cum for me baby, be such a good girl for me and cum all over me.”

This was all that it took for you to come undone around him. You tangled your fingers into his long brown hair. You were tugging it so hard that you were sure that you were hurting him. He didn’t seem to mind as he sucked your clit and worked your through your orgasm. You felt another white hot sensation and were sure that you saw stars. When you came to this time, you saw a delightful picture painted out in front of you. Sam was soaking wet from your release and drinking up every little drop. You could’ve cum again at the sight and sound of this. 

He sat up and you helped him remove his constricting pants. When you had seen him some nights ago you didn’t get a chance to see him in all of his glory. Now you could see every perfect inch. The sunlight from your windows was hitting him perfectly. When you pulled down his boxers his cock sprang up slapping his stomach. You had no idea he would be this big. Your eyes almost popped from your skull. It had drops of precum and was throbbing. 

You were basically drooling at the thought of tasting him. You went to take him into your mouth, but he swatted you away. You gave him a confused look. “I want you to baby, but next time. I’m afraid if you did right now I would cum immediately and I need to be inside of you.”

There it was again, ‘next time’, you didn’t have time to analyze this before he was crawling on top of you. He dove his tongue into your mouth and you were overwhelmed with the taste of you and him. He lined his cock up with your entrance. He slowly slid in, giving you time to adjust to the delightful sting of the stretch. He buried himself to the hilt. He only gave you a moment before slamming into you. He set a brutal and forceful pace. He was slamming in and out of you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The room was filled with the sounds of your skin slapping together and your screams and moans. You loved how vocal he was being with you. You loved the effect that you were having on him. Thank goodness you didn’t have neighbors.

You were both covered in sweat and sex. He pounded into you making you call out wildly for him. He swiped his tongue over your lips and bit down, you were sure that he had drawn blood, but you welcomed the sting of the pain.

He slid his hand down in between your bodies to draw circles over your clit. “B-Baby I need you to cum one more time for me.”

“I don’t think I can Sammy,” you tried not to sound as fucked out as you really were.

“Yes you can baby, I want us to cum together. Please cum for me, I know you can.”

With just a few more circles over your clit you came undone around his cock. You had tears rolling down your face and were screaming his name like never before. You tightened around him while he continued to slam into you. “Oh my god Sammy, I-I’m cumming, don’t stop.”

You felt him fill you up with his release as he moaned your name. He sounded even more beautiful than he did those few nights ago. He was right, it was so much better than anything that you could have imagined. You both laid there for a moment while he went soft inside of you. You looked into his eyes and saw your Sammy. The one that you had been longing for even when you didn’t know it.

He gave you a soft and caring smile. You were just about to try and get some answers when you heard the creak of your floorboards. You looked up to see Danny in your doorway. His cock visibly hard. Just like you had found Sam a bit ago.

“To be two people who hate each other, you seem to have had a lot of fun without me,” Danny said with a lustful smirk.

[tracyfan2005]

How preparing for a date made Kitty and her dad to have a very passionate moment in the kitchen (it's suggestive)

A date. Kitty knew that word too well - she knew what it meant, she knew what some people would do during dates, she knew how it worked and more. Well, she did have dates with her fake lover (fake in the meaning she didn't love him back) - Daniel. They would usually take the place in various restaurants, where he would always buy for both of them pretty well-done food, rarely they would go on a long walks through various places. Usually, those places would be the local park, near the swimming pool. Sometimes, the dates would even take place in a swimming pool! Those dates should make her anything romantic, right?

However, she never... Could really feel anything romantic from all of those dates she went with Daniel. She felt like it was just an average casual meeting, rather than something romantic, something passionate. She just couldn't feel anything about it.

So, she thought... She thought about going on a date with her dad, her real lover, however there was a simple problem - most places, where two or more people in love would go were usually public, especially restaurants, so things could get worse. Literally, she and her dad couldn't have that type of date, because people... Would find out about their relationship.

About their incestuous relationship, they were both hiding from everyone. Additionally, Kitty needed to ask her father, if he would want to even have a date in the first place, because sure, he could go on dates with her mother, but with her? His own daughter?

Of course they did kiss passionately a lot, of course they were dating secretly together, however... A date? Wouldn't it be too much?

Maybe she should ask him, anyway, because the worst thing he could say was no.

So, she decided to ask him. So, when the day, where both her mother and her twin sister were out for shopping, she walked towards her dad, blushing a bit.

Her dad, noticing it, asked, "Sweetie? Do you... Want to kiss again~?", with a flirtatious tone in his voice.

She shook her head. Her father was surprised a bit.

"Then... What do you want to do together? We're all alone, no one's there, just the two of us... ", he was right, they were alone.

Completely alone, with no one else in there.

Kitty sighed, saying, "Dad... I thought about... Having a date together... However, I'm aware about how our relationship wouldn't allow us to have one, without someone noticing and acting... Weird... I... I just want to share more love with you, and all, however I feel like it'll be impossible, because of us being blood related... I... Dad, I don't think we could ever-"

Suddenly, her father grabbed her paw.

"Sweetie... We don't have to be in a public place to even have a date. We can have a date at home", as he said it, she blushed more, because of how unexpected those words were.

So... They could have a date at home... It did sound weird, however that had to be the only way to show more of their love, without worrying about someone else learning about their relationship.

"That... Sounds like a good plan, dad! What... What do you want to do?", she asked him, "Because... There's not so much things we could do together at home-"

"Oh, there are some things we could do!", he told her, "How about we would cook some food for our date and then - watch a movie together?", he suggested, giving her the same warm smile, like always.

At first, Kitty was conflicted between if they should really do that or not, however she felt like there was no other options, so she nodded.

Her father seemed to be happy over her decision.

"Great! So... Let's cook something, shall we?", he asked rhetorically.

She blushed, as they both walked to the kitchen. Kitty wondered what they should even cook for both of them, as she knew her "boyfriend" would usually want to eat spaghetti, so what if they would cook anything other than that? How about it?

"Hmm, dad, would you not mind cooking some lasagne?", she suggested him, as she noticed how he was looking through the cookbook, "Because not only we both love it, but also, when my mum and Mimmy came back, they would believe we cooked lasagne because we wanted to surprise them... What about it?", she asked him.

Her dad nodded.

"That does sound nice, Sweetie... And they wouldn't even question what we were doing at all!", he chuckled, at the thought of both of them being surprised they cooked something like lasagne.

She chuckled, too. Oh, the date was going to be great, and no one was ever going to know what was it! No one!

During the cooking, Kitty was teasing her own dad from time to time - either by suddenly snuggling towards him, kissing him on the cheeks or even - showing signs of wanting him to give her such a passionate kiss, like how they would privately do. However, she wasn't the only one, who was a teaser.

Her dad was also a teaser - often snuggling to her, kissing her, too, on the forehead and on the cheeks, making some comments about how well she was cooking, how she did X that way, how the food was going to taste etc. He was even trying to, what seemed to be, massage her back, however she would often tell him not to do that... At least not when they were cooking.

After the lasagne was done and was put in the oven, her dad looked at her, blushing. What was he... Thinking about? She wondered, because he seemed to want to do something with her... However, what was that thing?

"Dad, why are you looking at me that way?", she asked him.

He chuckled.

"Oh, Sweetie... The lasagne is going to be in the oven for a while, so how about we could... Share some love between us?~", the tone he said with it made her blush, "How about I would massage you and kiss you, while you would be enjoying it?~", as he added, she just wondered what he did mean by it, however...

It was a date after all, so of course they needed to share some love between them, so she agreed.

Her dad smiled, as he said, "Oh, Sweetie, you're going to love it~", and then - he started to massage her back.

It did cause her to shook for a bit, however... She enjoyed it. She greatly enjoyed whatever her dad was doing to her - she loved the way he was touching her back, making her feel warmth... A different kid of warmth, that she would often only feel in her dreams.

That kind of warmth, that she wanted to explore soon, but how?

How to explore it?

Her tail did move a bit, as the redness was all over her face, making her feel weird. However, she enjoyed it. She greatly enjoyed it.

Her dad was doing it so passionate, to the point, where she looked at him, begging for him to do more of those things, to do more... More! She needed to feel that warmth again, she needed to! She really wanted to have it all! There would be no exception, at all!

Her dad would notice it, as he chuckled.

"You're so desperate for my love for you, Sweetie?~ Don't worry, I will give it to you~", and soon enough, he made her get closer to him, to the point, where she could hug him, and then he started to...

Kiss her neck.

Kiss her neck, making her blush a lot more, and her feeling like she was going insane. He was really passionate about kissing that part of the body to the point, where her whole body shook, as she could tell how her father really wanted to do it, to make her be crazy, to make her beg for more.

Beg for more pleasure.

Beg for more of those type of things.

He wanted her to beg, however she couldn't really say anything, so all she did was to purr. Her whole family were cats, well cats, who walked on two legs, after all, so it wasn't that unnatural for her to purr.

Her dad hear it, as he showed some of his fangs.

"Oh, you want more?~", he asked rhetorically, before he gave her that passionate kiss, where she could literally feel how he was licking her neck, how he was doing it.

The whole thing, the whole action, was making her go crazy from the whole experience, go mad from it, to the point where she was purring for more, for more of it. And of course her dad was doing more - he was licking her passionately, he was giving her those sort of passionate kiss on her neck.

It was amazing, it was literally amazing experience, to the point, where her dad suddenly stopped, making her be surprised.

"Papa? Why... Why did you stop? It was... It was amazing! Please! Give me more!", she begged him.

Her father chuckled, as if he wanted to tease her.

"Oh, you want more love from me? You want me to give it to me? You want me to-", suddenly, the clock, that her father set earlier, "AH, lasagne! Lasagne!", then, he went to the oven and opened it slowly, "I almost forgot about it!", and then he put some gloves on his paws, as he was pulling the food out of the oven.

Kitty was... Was honestly confused what was about to happen, before that alarm started to beep. Was he going to give her more love or something else? Or was he wanting to go far than that? As she wondered, she noticed how her dad put some parts of lasagne on the plates.

"The food... Is ready", her father told her, sounding like he was ashamed of himself, "What... What film do you want to watch?", he asked.

Did he regret doing those things to her? Or did he want to watch the film? Maybe, she would ask him later about it, yes, maybe.

"How about the newest romance and thriller film - "The Day The Love Stopped"? I heard lots of good things about it!", she told him, trying to act like she wasn't begging him to do more, "How about it?"

Her dad nodded.

"It sounds nice... Let's watch it, Sweetie!", as he said it, he took his plate and walked to the living room.

Kitty, of course, did take her own plate, however she wondered... She wondered what he wanted to do to her. Was he going to kiss her even more or... Something more?

Either way, maybe they should just enjoy the film, Mimmy and her father's "partner" were going to come back soon, so there might not be a chance to talk about it.

So... Maybe later, she would find out what he wanted to do to her?

Maybe...

[robertdowneyjjr]

so none of this is what any of you asked for, but part 3 of the stonyclunks soulmates au @stark-and-shield @polizwrites @soliloquent-stark

(parts one and two)

tony spends his flight home from london agonizing over what he should do next.

on the one hand, his feelings about captain america haven’t changed. if anything, he’s now even more adamant that he wants nothing to do with him, because not only does tony now have proof that cap is a total dick, he also now feels like all that childhood trauma?? was the result of a lie. now he knows that he grew up being compared to someone who isn’t even really as great as his dad made him seem. so maybe now he has some validation (and vindication) that howard was wrong. but still, he could have just done without the years of feeling like he wasn’t good enough.

on the other hand, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart and he’s always dreamed of meeting and growing old with his soulmate. he grew up surrounded by them — his parents are soulmates. ana and edwin jarvis are soulmates. aunt peggy and uncle daniel are soulmates. that nature-defying love has always been the shining example of what real happiness is to him and he’s been desperate for it since he was 25, the average age when people meet their soulmates. the fact that he lived until he was 38 and still never met his soulmate had hurt him everyday. and sure, he’s happy in other ways. he’s content with how his life has turned out. he has amazing friends. he has a family that supports him. but god, he wants to share it with someone who he knows is fated to be his.

now, he’s kind of annoyed that he and his dad have another thing in common, what with howard not meeting maria until he was in his 40’s. and at this point he’s starting to think that being soulmates with captain america is some sort of sick cosmic joke that the universe is playing on him.

also he’s really, really pissed that the words that are permanently marked on his skin are so ugly.

at dinner before their night at the opera, tony tells maria, “mama, i met my soulmate.”

“oh that’s wonderful, antonio! tell me all about them!”

maria can hardly contain her excitement, and tony feels awful that the news he’s about to share isn’t worth her feeling this happy about.

“it was two weeks ago, a total accident. he was really mean,” he explains softly. if they weren’t in public right now he might even have just shown her the words on his thigh, but he knows her protective instincts would rear their head immediately and she’d skip the opera just to get started on hunting down the man who spit such vitriol at her son.

“oh. well, has he apologized for it?” maria asks. “i hope he has some basic manners, at least. i won’t allow someone who treats my son such poorly into the family, whether you’re soulmates or not.”

“he… has. quite dramatically,” tony says, thinking about the instagram post that had been causing a media frenzy for a week now.

“well, good. he should know you’re to be treasured,” maria sniffs. “when will i get to meet him?”

“i haven’t seen him again since. i don’t know if i really want to.”

“why not, bambino? you’ve always wanted to meet your soulmate.”

“mama… it’s captain america.”

maria looks around the restaurant. “where? i thought howard was with him tonight. crazy old man, still thinks he’s in his prime and trying to keep up with people half his age.”

“no, mama. my soulmate. he’s captain america.”

“oh. oh dear.”

“yeah.” tony picks up his fork and starts eating again. “i think i might just be better off dying alone.”

maria doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. suddenly all the excessive whining from steve that howard has been telling her about makes a lot more sense. she knows that steve is a good man. maybe not perfect like howard always made him out to be. but kind, nonetheless. he would be good to tony, good for him, she’s sure. tony just needs to give him a chance.

but also, like she said, tony should be treasured. if steve wants to make up for how they started off, he needs to pull out all the stops. tony deserves nothing less than the best, after all. and to be honest, maria thinks she might enjoy watching steve grovel a bit. she’s also looking forward to making fun of howard for having such an idiot as a best friend and future son-in-law.

so she starts planning.

“tonio, darling, why don’t you stay over at the mansion tonight? ana was just saying we haven’t had brunch with you in ages.”

“sure, mama.”

under the table, she texts howard.

M: is steve still pouting about his life?

H: unfortunately. i’m just glad beer does nothing for him. i can’t imagine how much worse this all could be if he were drunk.

M: poor boy. maybe he’s also feeling a bit lonely. there are plenty of rooms in the mansion if he doesn’t want to go home to an empty apartment tonight.

H: he might like that. i’ll let him know.

[pandenewie]

RULE ONE: Eat Lunch Together

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“Okay, now will you tell me what’s going on?” Danielle asks, a small pout on her lips. “What’s this about?” Eunchae asks, taking a sip of her drink as she looks at her friends expectantly. “Y/n and Niki, he walked them to history yesterday. They were holding hands and everything.” Danielle points out, her voice dripping in a hopeful tone. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Eunchae snickers. Danielle’s face immediately drops, turning to Y/n with a confused “why?”

“It’s just fake, Dani.” Y/n shrugs. Danielle only appears more confused, causing Eunchae to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Danielle asks. Eunchae gently bites her straw as she smiles, trying to hold back her giggles. “Sorry, it’s just a little funny that you think Y/n and Niki would date.”

“Are you saying I couldn’t pull Niki?” Y/n asks, pouting. “Oh, please. He’d fall for you in a heartbeat. It’s just that… neither of you are really into that stuff.” Eunchae shrugs. Y/n supposes their friend is right, they haven’t had a crush on anyone since they were 12 and obsessed with their neighbour Kai. The two would draw chalk hearts on the back porch of the Huening’s residence and it’s to this day the most romantic thing Y/n has ever done with someone. “I think you’re just bitter that I stole your ex.” Y/n teases playfully, their words making the other two burst into giggles.

Niki and Eunchae dated for 6 days back when they were freshmen, before immediately realising that they were better off as friends - if you could even call them that. Despite not even lasting a week, the story of Eunchae’s “first love” became a running joke amongst the trio.

“Okay but can we get back to this whole fake dating thing? Cause I’m still quite confused.” Danielle asks, earning another shrug from Y/n. “He was sick of his friends teasing him for being single and asked for my help.” “Did he pay you?” Eunchae laughs, earning an eye roll from Y/n. “No, he didn’t pay me. I’m just trying to help him out.” Y/n tries to clarify, only to get unconvinced looks from their friends.

“Listen, we’ve got a contract and strict rules to follow. Nothing bad is going to happen.” Y/n says. Danielle and Eunchae share a look before smiling slightly. “I think it’s kind of cute to finally see you in a relationship… even if it is a fake one.” Danielle says. “I guess I agree… but if he does anything to hurt you I swear to god, I’ll-” Eunchae starts, getting cut off by Y/n’s laugh. “Thanks, Eunchae but I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Y/n doesn’t go to the cafeteria. It’s loud and crowded and in all honesty, they never really have a reason to. They wake up early enough most days to pack their own lunch and then they’ll usually sit with Danielle and Eunchae on the field or at one of the outdoor tables scattered around school.

They’re in the cafeteria because it’s where Niki and his friends sit. When they’d originally agreed to eat lunch together, Niki said he could sit with Y/n and their friends. But Y/n’s friends aren’t the ones they’re trying to convince.

“They’re looking for you, Niki. Don’t just leave them there.” Jay scolds as soon as he spots Y/n looking around the cafeteria, lost. With his juice box in hand, Niki quickly stands up from his seat, his height allowing Y/n to spot him almost immediately.

The two meet halfway and Niki gently grasps Y/n’s hand in his free one, leading them back to the table. “Everyone, this is Y/n. Don’t say anything stupid.” Niki warns, moving his bag out of the way to make space for Y/n to sit down. “Y/n, these are my friends, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo and Jungwon.” Niki lists off the names of all his friends, Y/n’s eyes darting around the table as they each send smiles, waves and small hellos in their direction.

To say Y/n is nervous would be an understatement. They’ve never been the best at lying and when they agreed to do this whole fake dating thing, they honestly forgot that would be a major part of it. They just hope they can lean on Niki as much as possible. After all, these are his friends.

“Sorry if we’re a bit… over-excited. Niki’s never introduced a partner to us before.” Jungwon says. “It’s okay, he mentioned that you were all really wanting to meet me.” Y/n says. They’re so much more soft-spoken than the guys, it’s almost hard to believe how someone like them ended up with someone like Niki.

“So Y/n… is it true that Niki took you to watch the sunset?” Jake asks, smirking. Y/n glances up at Niki, who sends them a small smile in return. “Yeah… my parents were going out to the bar that night so I didn’t have anything to do, then Niki showed up at my hotel room and asked me to go with him.” They say. 

“And how was the kiss? You know, it was his first.” Sunghoon teases, causing Niki to glare at him, mumbling a quiet “knock it off.” Y/n glances up at Niki again, reaching for his hand under the table in hopes of letting him know that it’s okay and they’re not uncomfortable. “Uh… yeah. It was my first kiss too, so… you know, it was nice.” Y/n mumbles, trying to answer the question to the best of their ability.

“You two are so cute.” Sunoo coos, smiling at the way Y/n keeps looking to Niki for reassurance. The group just sees it as Y/n finding comfort in their boyfriend when really they’re making sure they don’t slip up.

“Can I ask what made you want to go out with Niki?” Heeseung asks. “Because, no offence but he’s never really been the relationship type.” Y/n doesn’t exactly know how to answer this. They might have spoken to Niki more in the last day than they have in their entire time at this school, but that doesn’t mean they know him super well.

“Well, I can be kind of quiet sometimes so I guess I like people who are more outgoing? He’s really funny so… yeah.” Y/n mumbles, biting their lip - a nervous habit. Niki looks down at them, biting his own lip when their eyes meet as a subtle way to tell them to stop. Y/n releases the grip their teeth had on their bottom lip, whispering a quiet “thank you” that only Niki picks up on.

“Are you guys done grilling them, now? I don’t want you scaring them away after your first meeting.” Niki says, earning eye rolls and boos from his friends for ruining their fun. “Way to ruin the fun, loverboy.” Sunghoon scowls. Niki pokes his tongue out towards his older friend before standing from the table - pulling Y/n by the hand. “Oh… it was nice to meet you guys, I’ll see you in history, Sunoo.” Y/n waves. “I’m not going, babes.” Sunoo calls, making Y/n laugh slightly as Niki drags them out of the cafeteria.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asks, gripping onto their bag strap as Niki pulls them through the halls. They try their best to avoid bumping into others (Niki, not so much) and mumble a few apologies as the two dip between the busy groups of people.

Eventually, the two find themselves standing in front of the bleachers - the same spot as yesterday. Sighing, Niki finally lets go of Y/n’s hand and turns to face them. “Sorry, I was just starting to get annoyed. They were asking you so many questions and I didn’t want you to get uncomfortable or anything. They were just trying to mess with me, I’m sorry.” Niki hangs his head low, causing Y/n’s eyes to widen. Was he seriously apologising for something so miniscule?

“I wasn’t uncomfortable.” Y/n says calmly, their words causing Niki’s head to snap up. “You weren’t?” Y/n shakes their head simply, causing Niki’s eyebrows to furrow. “But… you were like, gripping onto my hand and you kept looking up at me and…” Niki’s words trail off, making Y/n giggle. “I thought that you were uncomfortable…we hadn’t really planned what I was going to say and I didn’t want to say something that offended you.” Y/n smiles. 

Oh.

“I actually think your friends are pretty funny…”

Oh.

“Well… that’s embarrassing.” Niki laughs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Why? Y/n asks, brows slightly furrowed as they look up at him confused. “Cause I just… y’know, I feel like I made a bit of a scene back there and then you weren’t even upset or anything.” He trails off. Y/n can’t help but giggle at the subtle flush on Niki’s face. “I mean, it’s nice that you’re trying so hard to make me feel comfortable. I wouldn’t say it’s embarrassing… it’s sweet.” Y/n smiles. “But you don’t have to worry so much about me. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this whole thing. I promise I’ll tell you upfront if you or your friends or anything else makes me uncomfortable, okay?” They continue, their words causing the tenseness in Niki’s shoulders to visibly fade away. “Okay.” He sighs.

The two stand awkwardly for a moment before Niki’s phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. Y/n leans closer to him curiously as Niki pulls out the device - quickly skimming through the number of messages from his friends (mainly Jake.)

“Do you wanna go back to your friends?” Y/n asks. Niki pauses at their words, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “There’s still like 10 minutes of lunch?” He asks, making Y/n chuckle. “Yeah but wasn’t the point of having lunch together so that others could see it? There’s no one out here.” Y/n says, gesturing around the empty field as if to prove a point. “I was kinda hoping to stay out here for a bit… it’s nice to hang out with you and not have it be for show.” Niki mumbles, his eyes immediately widening when he realises the implications behind his words. “That didn’t come out right! I just meant that we don’t have to be fake out here, you know? We can just relax and hang out as friends instead of dating.” He rambles, racking his brain for any sentence that can justify his poor choice of words. “Because you’re completely relaxed right now.” Y/n jokes, stepping past Niki to take a seat on the bleachers.

“Are you gonna sit?” Y/n asks, noticing the way Niki pauses for a moment. He finds himself quickly moving to sit next to Y/n - their school bags abandoned on the ground. “So… what did you want to do?” Y/n asks. It’s silent for a moment before Niki starts speaking:

“I spy with my little eye… something starting with the letter-”

“Is it grass?”

…

“Yeah.”

The pair call silent again and it’s at this moment, the two realise they actually know nothing about each other. Sure, they’ve seen each other around school a bit and Niki knows Y/n through Eunchae but if you asked either of them to name something about the other - a hobby, favourite food, colour - they’d be stumped.

“Tell me about yourself.” Niki says suddenly, turning his body to face Y/n. They’re a little caught off-guard by his question (more so a statement). “What do you want to know?” They ask. “You know, what kind of stuff do you like?” Niki asks. Y/n pauses to think for a moment before speaking.

“I like art - drawing mainly, although I tried sculpting once and let's just say, it did not go well. It’s pretty rare for something I own to not be covered in doodles.” Y/n says, holding their leg up for Niki to get a look at their shoes - white converse covered in little drawings. “Wait, that’s so cool.” Niki awes. He almost wants to tug the shoe off Y/n’s foot to get a closer look but holds himself back. That’s probably not socially acceptable.

“I draw too but I kinda stopped recently. I just stick to doodling nowadays.” Niki says. “Why did you stop?” Y/n asks, their question earning a shrug from Niki. “Got busy, I guess. I started playing soccer so any time split between that and dance is usually spent gaming with my friends or sleeping.” He says. “Sleep is great.” Y/n agrees, earning a laugh from Niki.

“It really is. My friends joke about me being a grandpa sometimes because I’m in bed by like, 9 at the latest.” Niki says. “Oh, me too. I have my tea after dinner, read a manga chapter or two and then, boom, knocked out by like 8.” Y/n laughs. Just as Niki is about to ask what manga, the school bell rings and lunch is officially over.

“I suppose I should walk you to class.” Niki says. “You make it sound like a chore.” Y/n jokes. “It could probably be an unofficial rule at this point.” Niki says, smiling when Y/n pulls out their notebook. They flick to the back, where the contract is written. “Pick a colour.” Y/n mumbles, rummaging through their pencil case as Niki blurts out “green”. Y/n takes their green gel pen and scribbles something onto the paper:

Rule One: Eat Lunch Together (and walk Y/n back to class!!)

Smiling, Niki reaches down to ruffle Y/n’s hair before he can even think. Not wanting to see Y/n’s reaction (or them to see his blushing face) Niki turns around to pick up his bag and slings it over his shoulder, coughing slightly as he holds out his hand for Y/n. “You coming?” He asks, nonchalantly. Choosing not to comment on Niki’s random spurt of affection, Y/n finishes packing up their things before accepting his hand.

“Wait!” Niki calls, just as Y/n is about to walk into their classroom. Turning around at the sudden sound, Y/n looks at Niki confused. “Uh… tomorrow’s Wednesday.” He says simply. Y/n’s confusion doesn’t falter, instead only growing at the boy's words. “Uh… yeah?” They reply.

It's then that Niki realises Y/n has no idea what he's talking about. "The contract… we said Wednesdays are for study dates." He clarifies. Y/n’s eyes widen - they had completely forgotten about that rule. “Oh… right… I forgot about that.” Y/n laughs slightly. “Where did you want to do it?”

The question has Niki’s brain short-circuiting. Is Y/n suggesting they do it at one of their houses? He can’t remember the last time he had someone at his house who wasn’t one of the guys - and the thought of going over to Y/n’s makes him more nervous than he’d like to admit.

“Um… I don’t really know what people do for study dates…” He admits sheepishly. Y/n smiles at Niki’s sudden nerves. “I think they study.” They say jokingly, causing Niki to chuckle slightly. “How about we go to the library? We might actually get some work done, that way.” Y/n continues. With a plan set, Niki’s nerves start to subside. “Okay, sounds like a plan.” He nods. Y/n smiles at this, standing on their tippy toes to pull the boy into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” They ask, squeezing Niki slightly. He can only nod - a small part of him greatly enjoying the feeling of Y/n’s embrace.

As Y/n begins to pull away from the hug, Niki’s body moves before he can think - bending down to press a chaste kiss against Y/n’s cheek. It’s quick and poorly aimed, landing a little closer to Y/n’s ear than expected. They immediately flush red at the unexpected contact, their hand flying up to press against the patch of kiss Niki kissed.

“What was that for?” They ask, nervously. They didn’t hate the contact (in fact, a very small part of them might have even liked it.) It was, however, unexpected. “You said I could kiss you on the cheek and stuff…” Niki mumbles, his own face mirroring Y/n’s blush. Right - Y/n had forgotten about that rule as well. This whole contract thing is starting to feel a bit unnecessary.

“I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable though… we can add that to the contract too.” Niki clarifies, earning a shake of the head from Y/n. “It’s okay… just caught me off guard, that’s all.” Y/n says sweetly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Niki.” Y/n smiles, waving goodbye before finally walking into their final class of the day. They’re a little late, thanks to Niki’s hold-up, but they can’t seem to care.

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