#yep those are my eyes edited onto there

[pigeorcas]

theRed Sea Idate design by @beeflibeef goes really fucking hard and i am so attracted to him

i hope I've done it justice

[turcott3]

Playing put a finger down (sex edition) at a ducks party with Zelly…idk just smt smutty with Olen

treat you right

olen zellweger x mctavish! sister

warnings?: alcohol, cursing, smut, unprotected sex and fingering

masterlist

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“okay okay hold on.” trevor says drunkly, thinking of what to say next. you and olen sharing occasional glances.

“oh, i got it.” he starts, glaring strongly at you.

“put a finger down if you’re first, and maybe only body, only ever lasted 5 minutes maximum on your living room couch.” he smirks.

“fuck you.” you retort.

“that was like too specific.” olen butts in at your defense. olen was pretty quiet but you’d always kept your admiration for him close to you. you were somehow embarrassed for anyone to know that you liked him, and now you knew you were fucked since he had this crude information about you and your ex’s shitty sex life.

“what? she hadn’t put a finger down yet. i had to say something.”

“yeah well never told mason that i fucked him because he didn’t like him so, thanks trevor.” you reply, olen placing a soft hand on your back for a moment to soothe the nerves. you were happy that he’d been called up. being able to spend proper time around him has only caused your fancy for him to grow, and you couldn’t tell how mutual the feeling was, even if he was a little touchy.

“oh, sorry.” he replies, muting his snarky tone.

“i won’t hold it over your head y/n, clearly you’re upset by it so why should i make you more upset?” mason replies gritting his teeth. you could tell he wanted to say something but refrained for doing so to save you some embarrassment.

you were lucky to have a brother like mason. he was very caring and kept your head on your shoulders when you needed it most, which was a lot. especially when you were with your ex, whom he despised.

“can we just fuckin drink now, i’m about to lose anyway.” trevor complains and you roll your eyes. you liked trevor but couldn’t always vibe with his smart ass attitude.

“okay, put a finger down if the best friend you used to hold dicks with to pee got traded across the country and you still haven’t even gone to see him.” you smirked back at trevor and he snapped his finger down.

“and don’t make the excuse that you don’t have time, you and i both know that’s a lie.” you continue, standing up with your one drink for the night, disappearing into the kitchen to find another bottle for once you were done with the first.

“hey.” olen says turning the corner of the counter. the two of you alone in the kitchen away from the drama.

“are you good?” he asks.

“oh uh, yeah. kinda.” you reply unsurely.

“do you wanna go talk?” he asks.

“yeah we can go sit on my balcony.” you accept his advance and leave the bottle on the counter, not wanting the buzz to ruin the moment. luckily, you decided to sip this one so you weren’t even feeling any sort of intoxication. you guide olen into your bedroom and onto your balcony. the southern california air was warm and dry as the sun dipped lower and lower on the horizon.

“so, how are you feeling after that game?” you ask him, asserting yourself.

“i’m feeling good. i feel like im pretty tame compared to some of those guys.”

“and ‘to some of those guys’ you mean alex and trevor?” you giggle in response.

“yep. they’re a little wild for me.” he admits laughing lightly.

“yeah, me and trevor are good friends but he pisses me off. i told him the story in confidence. he’s one of the people that got me to break up with that loser anyway.”

“tell me about that.”

“well he was my first and only boyfriend. so at the time obviously i thought i was in love and shit. like i thought the sex was good, i thought he loved me. let’s just say wrong and wrong.” you explain, olen placing his arm behind you on the loveseat.

“damn that does sound pretty shitty, you for real haven’t had like a good good experience with sex?”

“nah, i mean i fucked him many times when we were together but i don’t think i ever actually like….. you know, came.” you admit, your face burning red.

“really?” he says in a curious tone.

“yeah and it kind of sucks. because i hear people talk about how good it is all the time. i just feel like i put myself out there and get no payoff.”

“well maybe you don’t have to search too far.” he says quietly as you lean your head on his shoulder. growing more comfortable in his presence by the second.

“yeah maybe not.” you sigh, at first not registering what he may have been suggesting. you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before removing his arm from behind you. before you knew it, he turned your head to his, attaching your lips softly, the kiss blossoming into something deeper by the second. something must have kicked into both of you as he picked you up and brought you onto his lap, straddling his hips, the placement of his hands giving you goosebumps.

“olen please.” you moan on his lips breaking the kiss.

“what is it pretty girl?” he asks.

“can we?” you ask, sending him your most sop puppy dog eyes.

“yeah, we can.” he giggles, bringing you back in by the nape of your neck, picking you up with ease, carrying you back into your bedroom. he slid the balcony door shut and pulled the curtains as you clicked your lock, he put pillows behind your headboard to insure no sound would be made. you both undressed hectically, giggling as you ran into each other in passing making sure everything was secure.

“i think we’re safe now.” you whisper by the door, tugging on the handle, reassuring yourself that a drunk and stumbling Z would not walk into your room while olen was dick deep inside you.

“wow look at you, how could he not treat you right? you’re fucking stunning.” he says climbing over you reattaching your lips, his fingers making immediate contact with your heat. his fingers twisted your quickly swelling bud before he pushed them inside you, keeping your composure as best as you could, your moan mumbling itself on his lips. while your lips were still busy, your free hand found its way to his dick, taking it into your hand and pumping him hard in decent time. you both knew you didn’t wanna be gone too long, so you had to make this at least a tiny bit speedy.

“fuck.” he grunts pulling away from your lips, spreading your knees open, pushing himself into you. you sighed in relief when the feeling of his cock inside you finally came around, brushing your sensitive spot at the first try.

“god olen.” you moan, trying to keep your voice close to a whisper if possible. his thrusts were slow and thorough, pushing into you at the perfect angle.

“feel so good y/n.” he grunts quietly, face still inches from yours. he sped up his thrusts slightly, trying his best not to raise the volume of his skin slapping against yours. one snap of his hips caused a loud moan to leave your mouth, instantly slapping your hand over your face. he continued his pace, giggling slightly at the fact that you were enjoying yourself. you’d been so stressed about them not hearing you that you didn’t even think about what your body was craving, and that was him. eventually,’you accepted it, releasing your hand from your face, moans quietly ringing from your mouth as you saw stars. his lips attached to your neck as you pulled on his hair, practically begging him to speed up because you could feel a wave of euphoria coming.

“oh fuck.” you moan and he leans up.

“are you okay?” he asks.

“yes, fuck, more than okay.” you reply, pulling him back to your lips. his lips were soft and plump and you were addicted to the taste of them. his hands moved from the bed to your waist, fucking you impossibly deeper, your moans coming from deep inside you.

“y/n?” you hear a voice with a knock on the door and olen slows his thrusts down significantly. pumping in and out of you very slowly, almost worse than trying to speak when he’s going fast. feeling every inch of his swollen cock inside you.

“yeah?” you say biting your lip, digging your nails into his back.

“are you okay? i thought i heard crying.” you hear trevor’s voice on the other side of the door.

figures.

“oh uh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“well if i upset you earlier im really sorry okay? i didn’t mean it like that. i shouldn’t have said anything.” he apologizes, which you half expected considering mason’s reaction.

“well tha-thank you Z.” you reply shakily

“yeah of course, and have you seen zelly?” he asks one last thing. little did he know exactly where he was right now.

“yeah he’s in here, we’re just talking.” you reply as he snickers above you.

“okay i’ll leave yall alone.” he says and you hear him walk away, olen instantly bringing back his quick and thorough pace.

“god why didn’t you just stop, i’m so sensitive now fuck.” you whine at the way his cock was slamming into you, quickly becoming overwhelmed with senses.

“fuck you’re getting tight baby.”

“oh my god i think i’m cumming.” you say, a galaxy forming behind your eyes before you clenched around him one final time, releasing a quiet cry as your orgasm washed over your body. he gently fucked you all the way to the end, eventually spilling his own climax inside you. crashing out on your chest, pulling out slowly, and your hand immediately finding its way into his hair.

“so, whens that first date?” he asks as you’re both still catching your breath.

“tomorrow?”

“i’m down, ill pick you up at noon.” he replies.

“pick me up? babe, who said you’re leaving tonight?” you giggle.

“do you want me to stay?” he asks.

“i thought that was made pretty clear. i mean you don’t have to if yo-“ you start to panic at your approach.

“y/n, stop. calm down. yes, of course i will stay here with you. i hope mason doesn’t mind.”

“what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.”

“well, i think he should know.” he replies, rolling off of you.

“why so soon?”

“so he knows that someone will finally take care of his sister like she should be.” he replies, running gentle fingers through your hair.

“and also, he will see me in the morning when we eat breakfast so, i feel like it’d be best if we spared him the confusion.” he continued.

“oh yeah, you’re definitely correct.” you laugh as he pulls you to his side of the bed, laying you on top of his gorgeous toned figure.

“i feel like we’re moving pretty fast, we haven’t even hit the first date yet.” you giggle and he responds by simply kissing you, your heart melting at the gesture.

you wouldn’t change a single thing about tonight, eventually thanking trevor for exposing you, as it lead to the greatest sex you could’ve ever fathomed.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Twelve

chapter warnings: none!

team vinny we are so BACK!! happy friday, happy belated birthday to noah sebastian the man that you are and happy november! it's a week until my birthday and i'm sooo happy about the chapter that'll be coming out that day <3

also if anyone was at apocalypse fest or vin's afterparty dj set i hope you had the best time ever it looked soo fun!!! i've been torn between not wanting to check twitter because of the intense fomo but also wanting to see all the pictures and videos :)

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You walk into the green room after lunch, carrying your laptop and camera in your arms ready to show Bryan and Matt the pictures you and Noah chose last night to post on the band’s social media accounts. However, as you walked up to the door you could hear Justin talking. You stopped where the guys couldn't see you and listened in on what they were saying.

“I don’t know who was in the hotel room next to me last night, but it sounded like they were having a great time.” Justin laughed. “I don’t think they stopped for almost four hours, I almost had to knock and tell them to shut up.”

"Really?" You heard Ryan scoff, but as he was about to say something else you walked in, greeting the guys and ignored the way Vinny was glaring at you from the couch in the corner, barely looking up from his phone. 

“Y/n! Do you have those photos ready?” Matt asked as he sat down, leaving the only space for you between him and Vinny. 

“Yep, why don’t you take a look?” You smiled, opening up your laptop and loading the edited pictures. 

“So these are the ones Noah chose last night?"

"Yep, it was a tough decision but we decided on these few."

"They look sick! I love that one with Folio in the back." He smiled, clicking through the pictures. "Could you send them to me? I’ll get them posted tonight.”

“Of course.” You said, quickly sending the pictures to your phone.

“Matt, they need you out there, somethings gone wrong with the mic.” Chris chuckled, walking into the room to get another water bottle.  “Noah’s pissed.”

“Fuck,” Matt groaned, stretching as he got up, “I better go and see what they’ve fucked up. But thanks, y/n.”

"No problem." You smiled.

As he left, Chris and Ryan shortly followed behind him, leaving you in the room with Justin, Ricky and Vinny. As the others were busy talking about something, you saw Vinny put his phone down on the table, rubbing his eyes.

“So,” you began, not bothering to look up from your phone as you spoke to him, “How's Caitlin?”

“How should I know? She went home yesterday before we went back to the hotel.” He sighed, “So you and Noah had fun last night?”

“What do you mean?” You looked over at him as he shrugged, sitting back on the couch, his legs spread as he rests his hands on his head.

“I know your room is next to Justin’s, and I saw the way you kept looking at him yesterday.” He said, “C'mon, tell me I’m wrong.”

“Vin, what happened to leaving each other alone.” You groaned, running your fingers through your hair. He smirks, seeing how frustrated you were becoming.

“Does he know?”

“Know what?” You asked. 

“About us?”

“There isn’t an us, Vinny. There wasn’t an us.”

“So I mean nothing to you? That meant nothing to you?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Vinny, I never said that.” 

“I can’t keep doing this with you.” He sighed.

“You’re the one who brought it up!” You argued, trying your best to keep your voice down and stay calm.

“And you’re the one who started it-”

“What are you two arguing about?” Angela laughs, walking into the room and dropping her bag down onto the table.

“He's being a dick, nothing new.” You hissed as you picked up your things and stormed out of the room.

“Woah,” Angela gasps, “What have you done to upset her like that?” She crosses her arms as Vin shakes his head.

“I haven’t done anything, she’s just suffering the consequences of her own actions.” He shrugged, picking his phone back up as Angela rolled her eyes and chased after you, as Rick and Justin looked at Vinny in confusion.

“Y/n? What happened?” Angela asks. Smiling softly as she found you sat on the step outside, your head in your hands. 

“Everything’s such a mess,” you frown, looking up at her, “I’ve fucked everything up with Vinny, and now I’m afraid I’m leading Noah on.” 

“Wait... Rewind, tell me what’s happened whilst I’ve not been here.” She said, sitting down beside you. 

You tell her everything, and watch as she takes it all in, putting everything together in her head as you catch her up on what's happened in the few days she's been away.

“Sounds like Vinny’s just jealous.” She states.

“But it’s my fault.” 

“No, honey, you set your boundaries and told him you only want to be casual, no strings, right? And he’s still holding on to this hope you’ll drop Noah for him, because he's mad that Noah now doesn’t have to share you with him.”

“But I don’t want Vinny to hate me,” you frown, feeling your voice begin to crack as you speak, “I really like him, I'd be more than happy to just be friends with him but I don't see that happening, do you?”

“Hey, he doesn’t hate you, y/n. I know Vin and I know for a fact he's upset but he does not hate you.” She reassured you, taking your hand in hers.

“Then how do I stop him from being upset? It's not like I can apologise, there's nothing to apologise for!”

“He’s a guy, buy him food or something- No, I’ve got an idea! Follow me!” She grins suddenly, rising to her feet.

"Angela, what are we-"

"Shh, I have a plan, okay. Trust me!"

Angela pulls you up and you follow her back inside. You follow her through the venue, to where the majority of the guys currently were for soundcheck. 

“Y/n’s going to get pizza!” Angela called out, and everyone but Ricky’s face lit up, “I’m sending her and Vin out to get it since they're not really doing anything right now, so if you wanna let her know what you’re getting…”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, “But I’ve only just had lunch!”

“Well we haven’t,” you hear Bryan say, “I’ll get pepperoni!”

The guys all told you their orders, and Rick said he’ll order something else in something before the show. As Angela had announced it out loud to all the guys, Vinny couldn't find a way out of this, not wanting to draw any attention to the situation they were all unaware of by causing a scene.

You were expecting the walk to the shop to be unbearable, but it was actually going pretty well. Neither of you spoke a word to each other, both too afraid of saying something wrong and starting another argument as that's all you seem to do at the moment when you're together.

“Is there any reason Rick was the only one of the guys who didn’t want pizza?” You ask, testing the waters and breaking the silence between you. 

“He hates pizza,” he said bluntly, before adding, “He’s said before that it’s his kryptonite.”

“No way, who can hate pizza?”

“Well... Rick,” he shrugs, still looking down at the ground with his hands in his pockets, “I know I’m biased because I’m Italian, but I almost fought him on the spot when I found out.”

“I can't believe it." You chuckle, before another thought came to you and you turned to look at him. "Do you ever have sauce with pizza?”

“What kind?”

“Ketchup, mayo-”

“Hell no!” He exclaimed, “That’s an actual disgrace! Mayo is bad enough alone, it makes me feel sick just thinking about it…” 

“Exactly! Thank you!” You agreed, “Bryan always eats pizza with mayo and it freaks me out.”

“He’s insane! You will never catch me eating pizza with any sauce, ever!” He chuckles, holding the door to the pizza shop open for you. 

You collect the pizzas, and you're thankful the guys decided to share so you only had to carry three boxes, whereas Vinny had to carry 4. You were also thankful it was only a short walk back to the venue, but that didn’t mean Vinny didn’t get stopped by a few passing fans asking for pictures with him, and couldn't say no.

“I’m so sorry, Vinny.” You tell him as you continue to walk back, and he looks at you in surprise. 

“For what?”

“Everything, I knew we should’ve just stayed friends but everyhting just happened so-”

“Hey,” he stopped you, “Forget about it, okay? It’s in the past. We need to spend another two and a half months together and the guys will be so confused if we’re just fighting or avoiding each other the whole time.” He smiled.

“I guess,” you frown, looking over at him, “Thank you.” 

“You don’t need to thank me y/n, it’s the mature thing to do, right? Let's put everything behind us, I just want to move on.”

“Yeah, me too.” You smile, cursing Angela because whatever her plan here was, it certainly worked. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take another one?” He asks, motioning to the pizza boxes

“No! You’re already carrying 4, Vin. We'll be back in a couple minutes anyway.”

To say you were happy that whatever happened between you and Vin was now resolved was an understatement, because you really loved his company. As you brought the pizzas in, Angela got the door for you two, giving you a look to say ‘I told you so’. 

“Vin you’re needed out here!” You hear Justin call out, and Vinny dumps his pizza boxes down on the table in the green room before making his way out. 

“So… I see you two haven’t killed each other. Worked things out?” She crossed her arms with a smirk as you went through each box and checked your notes app to find whose was whose. 

“I think so,” you said, “I didn’t expect him to just forgive me that easily but he did?”

“Like I told you, he doesn’t hate you, baby. He doesn’t have the ability to.” She chuckled, and some of the guys started to come into the room. 

“Ryan, this is yours and… Ruffilo’s. This is Bryan and Noah’s, that one’s Folio's and Justins, this one is Chris’, that one there’s for Matt and Jolly…”

You gave out everyone’s pizzas, and when you sat down pizza-less, Vinny noticed and shuffled over to the spot on the couch next to you. 

“Wanna share?” He asked, holding a slice out for you. You weren’t hungry, not after only having your lunch an hour ago, but you took it anyway and thanked him. 

“Got any ketchup?” You joked, a slight smirk on his lips as he looked at you in horror. 

His face lit up, telling you he had an idea, and before you knew it he was digging through a plastic bag in the corner of the room, walking back with packets of mayo and ketchup, catching the attention of the others.

“You’re not…” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he towered over you, opening the packet of ketchup and putting it on your slice of pizza. “You bitch!” You gasped, putting it back down in the box and snatching one of the packets of mayo from him, covering a slice in it and handing it out to him. 

“I will if you will.” He shrugged. 

“Vin, you can’t be serious.” 

“I’m totally serious, why? Are you scared?”

“No! Are you?” 

“Pfft! Of course not, I'm not a pussy!” He shook his head.

"Oh yeah?" You raised an eyebrow.

“How long do you reckon it’ll be until they fuck?” Ryan asked, watching the of you, and Folio and Angela both snorted, earning questionable looks off the others, especially Noah.

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Motionless had just finished playing, and as it was Bryan’s day to go out and shoot some photos for Bad Omens so you stayed back in the green room. Through Motionless’s set, you and Nicholas were having a debate on whether Ricky or Vinny was taller, and you both settled on believing it was Rick- but throughout their set, and the hours leading up to it, Noah didn’t speak a word to you. You just assumed it was so nobody suspected anything after last night, but he genuinely seemed pissed off. He didn’t even laugh when you made any jokes, he didn’t even bother to ask you what Matt thought of the pictures. 

It wouldn’t have bothered you so much if Angela didn’t also pick up on his behaviour. As the Bad Omens guys left to get ready to go on, she came and sat by you. 

“Someone is clearly jealous of you and Vin,” she chuckled, “It’s funny really. He has no idea does he?”

“Who has no idea of what?” You asked, repositioning yourself to sit cross legged on the couch. 

“Noah doesn’t know about you and Vin, but Vinny knows everything about you and Noah.”

“Ang, please. Vinny was only telling me to tell Noah this morning, but I don’t see why I have to.”

“Because he hasn’t spoken to you all afternoon, he’s been watching you and Vin eye fuck and he’s jealous.”

“We weren’t-”

“Girl, I saw what I saw. If Noah really meant as much to you as it seems, you would’ve realised too. Ryan certainly did.”

“What did I do?” You heard Ryan ask, setting his mask down on the table and shaking his sweaty hair. 

“Nothing.” Angela smiled, as she finished packing her makeup away, “See you guys on Friday!” 

You forgot you all had the day off tomorrow, meaning another night in a hotel bed instead of the tour bus, and you were grateful. 

“Update!” You heard Vin say, and as you turned around you saw the dreaded sight of Ricky with his camera, and you got up ready to flee, “We literally just got off stage, I went nuts out there, we all went nuts out there... I think I need a shower… Hey y/n, do you think I need a shower?” He was suddenly invading your personal space, his arms wrapping around you in a scarily sweaty hug, and what was left of his body paint was rubbing off on you. 

“Vincenzo I swear if you don’t let go of me right now!” You threatened, pushing him away. 

“Y/n, give me an update!” Rick smiled behind the camera. 

“Update- Is this my first update? Vin stinks, and I’m gonna beat his ass for covering me in sweaty paint!” 

“You would never!” You hear him shout from the hallway, presumably on his way to get changed. 

“Oh yeah?” You grin, quickly reaching in your bag for your deodorant and chasing him. 

“Shit!” He laughs, watching you walk into the dressing room and approach him, “I’m sorry!” 

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, ready to spray him, but he reaches out, taking your wrists in his hands, fighting you off. “Vinny!” You laugh as he tackles you.

You end up pushed up against the wall, his hands holding your wrists above your head as you can't help but giggle, ready to surrender.

“Woah!” Justin's eyes widen as he walks in, “Please tell me I’m not interrupting anything!” 

“No,” you say as you wiggle out of Vinny’s grasp, “Not at all!” 

Justin looks unsure as he looks between the two of you. 

“I’d tell you guys to get a room, but you both have one, and I’d much rather you do… Whatever this is there.” He chuckles. 

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1231: Date Night In: Truth or Dare Edition Pt. 2 (SSBU X Street Fighter X Darkstalker)

Few Minutes of Group Hugging Sessions Later........

Samus: Alright, Mayflower, you're up next.

Daisy: (Gives Samus a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Are you ever gonna get tired of calling me that?

Samus: Hey, the day I do that will be the day I be nice to Ridley. (Forms a Cocky Smirk on her Face) Neither of which are ever gonna happen in the million years~ Now get to choosing, Mayflower.

Daisy: ('Groans in Annoyance and Defeat') Whatever. I pick Dare.

Samus: I dare you to try and make the Cutest Man in the World next to you, blush within a thirty seconds.

Luigi: Who? (Points at Himself) Me?

Samus: Yes, you. I mean, you've always been cute before, but you cranked that scale up to eleven with that new outfit of yours tonight. (Smirks at the Green Suited Plumber) Make me wanna pinch those cheeks of yours all night~

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Me too!~

Luigi: (Smiles Bashfully as He Place Both his Hands Onto his Now Flustered and Twist Himself Around From Side to Side) Oho come now!~ I-I can't really say I'm the most cutest person out there, but I appericate the compliments greatly~

Daisy: (Playfully Pouts at Luigi) Sweetie!~ I'm suppose to make you blush, not them!

Samus: Oh relax. I haven't even started the timer yet. (Set the Timer on Thirty Seconds on her Phone)

Daisy: Wait, hang on! I gotta look my best first-

Samus: Too late. (Press the Start Button on Screen as the Sound of the Beep Goes Off) Time's ticking.

Daisy: (Snaps her Finger) Damnit. (Clears her Throat Before Leaning Herself Closer to Luigi) Say, Weeg, have I ever told how much you rock my world lately?~

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) On ocassions. It always managed to brighten up my day afterwards.

Daisy: That's good. (Places her Hand Onto Both her Man's Cheeks as She Gives Him Very Loving, Bedroom Look in her Eyes) Because no matter what anyone or anything in this crummy world says, Siempre te amaré, mi...dulce querido hombre~ (Gives Luigi a Sweet, Tender Kiss on the Lips)

Luigi: (Immediately Starts to Blush Bright Red on Cue) O-O-O-O-O-Ohhh.......

Samus: (Looks Down to See the Timer is Still Counting Down) Huh. Only ten seconds to spare. (Stops the Timer Before Looking Back Up to Daisy) Not bad.

Tifa: You can speak in Spanish this whole time, Daisy?

Daisy: (Forms a Proud Smile on her Face) Yep! (Pulls Out a Small Booklet From Put of her Shorts' Pocket) All thanks to this Romantic Hispanic Language Guide. Been reading his bad book for weeks now.

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes) Of course.

Tifa: Amazing~

Dedede: Lemme borrow that guide of yours after you're done.

Luigi: (Starts Smiling Bashfully Again) I think I like it~

Daisy: (Giggles Softly) I'm glad to hear it. There'll be plenty more where that came from- (Whispers into Luigi's Ear) Bollo de miel~

Luigi let's out a very satisfied sounding sigh as he melts into Daisy's shoulder as she hugs him lovingly.

Lilith: (Happily Applauds her Princess Girlfriend) You were such a phenomenon from start to finish, babe!~ I wish I could speak fluent Spanish too.

Daisy: Come to me anytime and I'll more than gladly teach you a more hands on tutorial, senorita~ (Winks and Makes a Feint Kissing Noise at her Succubus Girlfriend)

Lilith: (Let's Out an Aroused Squeal as She Begins to Melt Down onto Daisy's Lap and Hugs it With a Very Satisfied Smile on her Face) I'm her senorita~

Cloud: (Stares at Daisy With a Deadpinned Expression) You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Daisy: (Casually Shrugs With a Bit of a Smug Smirk on her Face) What can I say?~ My romantic game went up the charts these days~

Dedede: Bars!

Samus: Alright, enough with the rizz and rhymes. Who wants to go next?

Lilith: (Pops her Head Up From Daisy's Lap and Happily Raises her Hand) Ooh! Me! Me! Meeee!~ I pick Truth!

Morrigan: (Gives Lilith a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Better prepare to tell them nothing but the truth, little sister!~ Your soul might set you free for once if you do~

Tifa: So, Lili, is it true that your sister's jealous of you?

Morrigan: Yeah, Li- (Eyes Begins to Shot Up to the Question Given to Her Sister) Wait, what?

Lilith: Oh yeah. She is suuuuuper jelly of me these days~ 100%.

Morrigan: (Immediately Glares at Lili) EXCUSE YOU-

Lilith: (Immediately Places her Fingers onto Morrigan's Lips) Upupupup! This is currently MY time to speak right now, sis. Please do not interrupt me for the time being, Kay?

Lili moves her finger away, quick enough from having it bitten off by an angry, growling Morrigan.

Lilith: Yep. She always wanted to be the center of attention ever since we were both children. From our parents, modeling directors, the fans. Hell, one time, she convinced me to fuse with her JUST so she can have a bigger butt than I do!

Morrigan: (Glare Turns into a Comical One) You no good, fibbing liar!!

Daisy: (Eyes Widens in Genuine Surprise) No way.....You guys can fuse?

Morrigan: ('Sigh') Yes, but not exactly into a different entity. See, with her soul intertwined with mines, I become much more powerful than I ever was originally. (Went Back to Glaring at Lilith) And I seemed to remember only using that ability to help fight off greater threats! Did I not?

Lilith: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Yeah, yeah, I remember the whole Pyron and Jedah incidents we were in. (Pouts and Points at her Sister) But don't think I didn't notice all the sides eyes and grumbles you made when we're at the beach and modeling shows. (Starts Doing a Fashion Pose, Showing off Her Most....Biggest Assest With a Now Very Smug Look on her Face) You know can't ever compete with this?~

Morrigan: Yeah well....I am still older than you, young lady!!

Lilith: Really? (Casually Shrugs) Guess it goes to show how much you've past your prime then.

Daisy: Ooohoo!....

Luigi: Ouch.

Samus: She got you there on that one.

Chun-Li: (Pouts at her Girlfriend Next to Her) Sammy!

Samus: What? It was a good burn. You can't deny that at least.

Morrigan: (Groans in Annoyance and Utter Defeat Before Hugging Up on Dedede Again) Dp you see what I have to put up with on a daily basis, De!? (Starts Pouting Again) She's so annoying.......

Dedede: (Gently Pats Morrigan on the Shoulder) There, there, girl. You'll always be #1 in my eyes.

Lilith: Emotional damage aside, who wants to go next?~

Tifa: (Happily Raises her Hand Up) I'll go. I pick Truth.

Lilith: Tifa, is it really true that you've punched giant monsters into oblivion before?

Tifa: Oh yeah, tons of them. Even giant robots.

Lilith: (Very Intrigued) Woooooah.....Does it ever make your hands hurt afterwards?

Tifa: (Smiles Sheepishly) On a few ocassions, especially when I first started combat training in a young age. (Sighs Fondly of her Past) I was such a hard-headed kid back then- (Giggles a Bit) It's miracle I came as far as I did these days.

Cloud: (Snickers a Bit) You, a hard-headed kid? I don't believe it.

Tifa: (Place her Hand onto her Chest as She Does a Mockingly Dramatic Pose) Oh, but it's true!~ I became another trouble maker growing up in a small, small town. I must've gotten this rotten influence from somewhere. (Smirks Playfully at Cloud) Perhaps from someone sitting right next to me right now~

Cloud: (Casually Shrugs) It's a possibility. Guess it goes to show you shouldn't have hang out with me to begin with.

Tifa: Perhaps. (Hugs Cloud Lovingly) But that didn't stop me from falling head over heels for you years later, now does it?~

Cloud: Not even. (Gives Tifa a Kiss on the Cheek) Love you by the way.

Tifa: (Gives Cloud a Kiss on the Lips) Love you more!~

Daisy/Lilith: Awwwwwwwwwwwww~

Samus sticks out her tongue and points at it in a mocking disgust before Chun-Li stops her by gently slapping her arm in silence the whole time.

Tifa: Wanna go next, Cloud?

Cloud: If I gotta, I pick Truth.

Tifa: Oooooh~ Truth you say?~

Cloud: Yeah, that's what I-(Suddenly Notices Something is Up as He Tifa's Smile Starts to Become More Widened as She Keeps Staring at Him) Tifa......I don't like the look in your eyes. What are you planning to ask me?

Tifa: Cloud~ Is it true that you got yourself a small, teensy bitsy crush on Luiiiiigi?~

Daisy/Lilith: (Leans Over to Cloud With Intrigued Smiles on Both their Faces) Hmmmmmmmmmmmm?~

Luigi starts looking around before pointing at himself again

Cloud: (Eyes Widened as He Begins to Blush) W-What!? (Immediately Turns Away While Crossing his Arms Together) T-That's insane! I don't have a crush on him at all!

Samus: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Really? Then how come we caught you awe struck the moment you saw him in her getup?~

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly) You were even speechless the whole way through as well~

Cloud: He looks great in the attire, how do you expect to react? You all were just as surprised at this as I was!

Daisy: True. (Smirks Wider) But don't think we forgot about what happened in our double date two years ago~

Lilith: Yeah!....Wait. (Turns to Daisy) What happened in your double date again?

Daisy starts whispering the more juicy details into Lilith's ear. It only took a few seconds before the her eyes starts to widens up as she let's out a very loud gasps.

Lilith: (Points at Cloud) YOU KISSED WEEGIE!?~

Tifa: Yep! Right on the lips. (Playfully Shakes Cloud's Shoulders) And he liked iiiiiit!~

Cloud: (Glares at his Giggling Girlfriend Next to Him) Quit it!

Dedede: Ain't no need to get embarrassed there, boy. We all know how much of a catch Weeg truly is.

Morrigan: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Cloud: I mean.....(Rolls his Eyes a Little) You're not....entirely wrong in that front......(Suddenly Hears Luigi's Giggles as He Now Turn his Attention to Him) What got you laughing?

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly) Oh, sorry. It's nothing. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Just feeling pretty flattered right now is all~

Cloud: (Turns Away) ('Hmph') As you should. You're a really great guy, Luigi, in your own unique, charming style. (Slowly Looks Back at Luigi) It's high time you should be treated as such, you know?

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thanks, Cloud. I think you're pretty great too.

Cloud: (Stares at Luigi For a Brief Second Before Turning Away Again Blushing) Cool.

Daisy/Lilith: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!~

Tifa: ('Sighs Dreamingly') So cute and precious indeed......(Smiles Brightly) Now I date you two to kiss again!~

Luigi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Huh!?

Cloud: (Turns Back to Tifa with a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Seriously, Tifa? I already did Truth. You can't make me do Dare as well. (Turns to Samus) Can she?

Samus: Well, it does seem unnatural to do both...but we haven't done much Dares for a while now.....(Shrugs) I'll allow it. (Forms a Cheeky Smirk) Now pucker those lips up for one another, boys~

Samus, along with a few others starts chanting the word 'Kiss' towards the two boys in around their circle.

Cloud: (Sighs in Defeat While Facepalming Himself) They'll never gonna leave us alone at this rate, are they?

Luigi: (Sheepishly Shrugs) It's expected. A Dare is a Dare after all.

Cloud: Unfortunately. (Shyly Rubs his Arm) So uh......wanna go another round? O-On the kissing, I mean.....

Luigi: Sure! I-If it's okay with the girls, of course.

Lilith: It's totally fine with us, sweetie!~

Daisy: (Pumps her Fist Up in the Air) Yeah, go on and kiss that brood of a man!~

Cloud: (Flips Daisy Off) Screw you too, Daisy.

Tifa: (Gently Rubs Cloud's Shoulders) Hey, hey, don't worry about anything she says. Keep your eyes on the prize. I believe in you.

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes Once More) Yeah, yeah, much appreciated.

As Tifa let's go of his shoulders, Cloud leans himself over to Luigi. The two takes their respective deep breaths to fight off any nervous tension they have before locking onto each other's lips.

Ladies: Woooooooooooo!~

('Whistle')

Samus: Now, that is what I am talking about!~ (Turns to her Girlfriend Next to Her) Chun, take some pictures, will ya?

Chun-Li: Why? For blackmail?

Samus: Nah. Cause it looks cute.

The two men pull away from one another for a brief second before Luigi suddenly went back to kissing Cloud on the lips once more, surprising everyone and Cloud in the process before succumbing to the passionate make out session.

Morrigan: Oh my!~

Dedede: My boi in green's going for seconds!~

Daisy: (Happily Applauds her Plumber Along with Lilith) There ya go, Weegie!~ Show those lips who's boss!~

Lilith: You're doing great!!~

A few seconds later goes by and the duo finally pulls away from one another for real this time, both taken aback at what just happened.

Luigi: Mama mia.......

Cloud: ('Sigh') That was the most intense I felt in a long time.

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly and Apologetically) I went overboard back there, didn't I? I-I'm sorry.

Cloud: (Gently Ruffles the Top of Luigi's Hair) Hey, don't worry it. I made out with you the same way that night two years ago, remember? That practically makes us even if anything.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) You don't say?~

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly) It's the truth. As dumb as this whole ordeal was, the kiss itself wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would. So, thanks for that I guess.....

Luigi: (Gives Cloud a Kiss on the Cheek) You're welcome~

Cloud: (Starts Blushing Yet Again, Right on Cue)

Daisy/Lilith/Chun-Li: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!~

Tifa: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) You two are just TOO cute for words right now!~

Cloud: ('Scoffs') Please. We're more adorable if anything. Now can we please move on already?

Morrigan: (Confidently Raises her Hand Up) Yes, I would also like to do a Dare for the night.

Dedede: (Turns Back to His Girlfriend with a Proud, Playful Smirk on his Face) Ahh, look at you being brave and bold!~ You finally having fun tonight?

Morrigan: (Shrugs) To some extent perhaps. We're dreadfully low of Dares this evening and I figured it's high time I step into the-(Slowly Frowns in Fear as She Suddenly Hears a Familiar, Mischievous Sounding Laughter Creeping in) Plate?

The couple turns to see Lilith's shoulders shaking up and down before revealing herself letting out a more eviller laugh the more louder she gets, much to her older sister's discomfort.

Morrigan: What have I done?

Lilith: Morrigan Jubilee Aensland!!~ As a token of your bravery for tonight, I dare you- (Forms an Evil Smirk on her Face) To get a haircut.

Morrigan: (Eyes Shot Up in Horror) My hair?....(Brings the Bottom Half of her Long Hair in Front of Her and Shakingly Strokes It) Y-You want me to cut up my beautiful hair?

Lilith: Those are the exact words I said. (Smirk Grows Wider) Unless you wanna be known as a chicken for the rest of the night~

Dedede: (Lightly Glares at Lilith) 'Ey now, hold on there, girlie. Your sister may be a lot of things, but chicken ain't one of then.

Morrigan: (Whimpering) My hair......

Dedede: (Place his Hand Onto Morrigan's Shoulder) Will grow back in due time, That I promise you. In fact, I volunteer a certain flower to cut her hair in the meantime if it's fine with her.

Daisy: (Salutes to Dedede) You can count on me, De!

Lilith: (Turns to Daisy) Wait, you've done people's hair before?

Daisy: Yep. Was a hair stylist in training growing up. Not my favorite thing to do, but the skill does come in handy at times. I even did Tifa's hair once.

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly with her Short Style Hair Still Intact) Still love the cut to this day, Daisy!~

Daisy points her finger gun at Tifa while clicking her tongue.

Lilith: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....I dunno. It would be a lot funner if I do all the cutting.

Luigi: (Softly Glares at his Succubus Girlfriend) Lili, let Daisy do this. You trust her, right?

Daisy: Yeah, Lili. (Puts on a Sad Puppy Dog Look) Don't you trust meee?~

Lilith: (Easily Fell For the Sad Eyes Trap as She Hugs Her Princess) Oh Daisy. Of course I trust you. You're my princess!~

Daisy: (Gently Grabs Hold of Lilith's Hands) Then trust me into giving your sister the best haircut in the entire globe. It's what she would've wanted, right?

Lilith: I mean, yeah, but....Does it have to be the best-

Daisy: Liliiii!

Lilith: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay, okay. I'll leave it all to you. (Gives Daisy a Kiss on the Cheek) Show that hair what's for.

Daisy: (Happily Nodded to Lilith's Command) ('Hmph') Will do.

Morrigan: (Still Fidgeting Over her Long Hair)I don't know.....What if it doesn't turn out as good or at least....DECENT enough as I hope!?

Dedede: (Shakes his Head) Mm mm mm. Never thought, in a million years, I would ever see the Queen of Night become a worrywart.

Morrigan starts making angry (cute) sounding grumble noises as she got up into Dedede's face causing him to burst out laughing a bit.

Dedede: Ehehehehe easy now, girl, I'm only kiddin'! But seriously though, you have nothing to worry about. You can count on Daisy to make that hair look good. And even if it may not come to your liking or, God forbid, it does look bad, that won't stop me from falling for you.

Morrigan: It won't?

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Hell Yeah! Doesn't matter to me if you have long hair, short hair, no hair, skinny, fat, or get turned into a completely different entity altogether. You'll still be my queen and I'll still love you 'till time and space comes to a complete end. Count on it. (Gives Morrigan a Wink and a Thumbs Up)

Daisy/Luigi/Lilith/Tifa/Chun-Li: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!~

Cloud: (Genuinely Surprised by Dedede's Words Along with Samus) Wow. That.....gotta be the romantic thing I've ever heard coming out of your mouth, De.

Samus: (Slowly Claps her Habds to De) Yeah. Very well done.

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt Right as Her Eyes Starts to Sparkle) My king.....('Sniff') My sweet, darling kinghing!~ (Tearfully Hugs Her Boyfriend)

Dedede: (Hugs Morrigan Back) Don't you being worrying your cute head now, girl, I got you. Always.

Daisy: (Scooches Her Over and Breaks the Hugging Couple Up) Okay, enough with the adorable, mushy romance. (Pulls Out a Hair Comb and Hair Cutting Sheer) Time to get to work! Now then, gonna do a little bit of this....(Starts Doing Morrigan's Hair).....a little bit of that......go right up here.....down below annnnnnnnd.......(Completed Her Hair Session as She Present Morrigana Mini Mirror Handle) Done.

Morrigan slowly takes a look at herself in the mirror's reflection. Her long, teal colored hair has now been reduced to a short, cuter bob cut style.

Morrigan: (Eyes Widened at her Own Reflection) my goodness.....(Slowly Starts to Smile Again) I look even more stunning than I did beforehand!~

Dedede: See? (Crosses his Arms with a Satisfied Smile on his Face) Told ya you're in good hands

Daisy happily nodded in agreement as she high five Dedede next to her.

Lilith: (Starts Smirking at Morrigan Again) And here you are worrying over nothing~

Morrigan: (Picks Up a Pillow Next to Her) No thanks to a- (Angrily Swings her Pillow at a Giggling Lilith Moving Away From the Potential Crossfire) TWERP like you!! (Sighs While Calming Herself Down a Bit) But I digress. (Properly Bows to Daisy) I thank you for the lovely hair cutting session, your highness. (Went Back to Hugging Dedede) And I thank YOOOOOU!~ For your heartwarming words and support~I will never forget this wonderful moment~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) It's no problem at all, hun. I'm just glad to see you happy again.

????: Hey!

'Knock Knock Knock Knock'

????: Party People!

The gang turns their heads to Wolf standing by Dedede's doorway, glaring at everyone inside.

Wolf: Will you idiots keep your voices down already? Your constant laughing and awwings from your little Truth or Dare game, has been interrupting our completion run for an hour in a half now!

Dedede: ('Sigh') Yeah, that's my bad on this one, man. Forgot to close door and turn on the noise canceling door piecd before coming here.

Daisy: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) What kind of completion run are you even doing anyways?

Wolf: Well, if you must know, princess, Izzy and I are completely every single achievement we've yet to achieved on Doom Eternal.

Daisy: ('Ugh') You guys still play that game?

Wolf: (Proudly Crosses his Arms Together) Yep. Still as rad as it always been.

Cloud: And outdated. You should move on from it already

Wolf: Hey, you think we didn't try that already with Helldrivers 2? As fun and immersive as that game was, it doesn't hold a candle to how exhilarating Doom truly is in comparison.

Isabelle: (In the Other Room) Wolfe! Get in quick! I found one of the rarest Golden Doom Suit! It's so shinny!~

Wolf: (Eyes Widened as He Turns to the Other Room) Seriously!? Don't move, I'll be right there!

Samus: Found yourself a gold mine?

Wolf: (Turns Back to the Gang with a Smile) Literally! We've searching for the skin since the day we first finished the game. It's incredible. Now if you'll excuse me I have some more alien scum to rip and tear with my lady next door. (Points at Dedede) Soundproof your shit, King. You don't wanna have me come back here. (Walks Away)

Dedede: ('SIgh') Yeah, yeah. I got the message. (Gets Up From his Bed and Set Up the Soundproof Device on the Door) 'About the end our game anyways.

Lilith: (Starting Frowning Along with Morrigan) Awww....Already?

Morrigan: But I was actually having fun with the game for once!~

Dedede: And I'm happy for ya, Morrg. But it's getting late now and I really don't want Wolf to come back here and kick my ass in this hour. Again.

Chun-Li: Fair enough. But what do we do to past up the time now?

Samus: Binge watch a few shows? Something less action pack, so animes are out.

Daisy: (Snaps her Finger) Dangit. How about Friends?

Samus: Nah. Too bored to care about the Will-They-or-Won't They Plotline.

Luigi: How I Met Your Mother?

Samus: Mmmmm....It's the same as Friends, but even more convoluted for my taste.

Tifa: Full House?

Samus: Too mushy.

Cloud: Big Bang Theory?

Samus: Too nerdy.

Chun-Li: The Office?

Samus: Too office like.

Chun-Li: Sammy, it takes place in a literally office company.

Samus: Yeah and it looked plain for my liking.

Daisy: Did you even watch an episode or two?

Samus: ('Tch') I mean, if you count a one minute video clip maybe.

Luigi: (Raises an Eyebrow) Do you remember the name of the episode of the clip you watched?

Samus: Uhhhhhhhh.....Office stuff, I guess? It's been a while.

Daisy: All in favor of watching the Office all night say 'Aye'.

Everyone: Aye!

Samuz: Seriously?

Dedede: Hell yeah. (Sits Back Down on the Bed) That show's a cult classic for a reason. We ain't gonna skip out on it just cuz you think it's plain.

Morrigan: (Hugs Dedede Arm Again) Yes, and who knows? There might a possibility that you'll end up liking it as much as we do.

Samus: I doubt it, but whatever. I'll end falling asleep anyways.

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly) My lap is available to sleep on anytime.

Samus: (Gives Chun-Li a Kiss on the Cheek) My babe.

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Rocky Road P3 (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Season 2 chapter 3

Summary; Popes appointment in Charleston takes an omnious turn over a proposed trade.

Warnings; Cursing, Pope almost gets kidnapped lol, Reader gets shot (yep), lots of time skips.

Note; Back at it again, I haven’t updated since February 2022 and I’m excited to get back down to business. Let’s GO!

Edit; So I’ve realized that the end got cut off, my Tumblr has been glitching to where it’s cutting off the last two sentences of anything I write. Please disregard as I try to fix this!

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You stand with your arms crossed. Head tilted up, your eyes squint against the bright afternoon sun to eye the wire gate in front of you.

“So like,” JJ brings a hand to rub the back of his head, “Are those spikes to keep people out?”

“No,” Kiaras answer is simple, sad, and you glance over to look at her,

“The slave quarters are over there,” Popes head nods across the yard past the gate, and your eyebrows raise in realization, “These spikes were to keep people in,”

Minutes later, and you watch as Pope knocks on the front door once, twice, three times before stepping back, his gaze flickering between you and your two other friends, “Think that was too much?”

“It echoed the entire house, that’s for sure,” JJ flicks his eyebrows up, shrugging, “So they definitely heard it,”

“Maybe nobody’s home,” Kie hopes, Pope reaching forward to knock again, only this time the door jerks open, and you step back as a man steps into view, snarl stuck on his face as he looks between the four teenagers,

The man suddenly smirks, finger raising to point at your friend beside you, “You must be Pope,”

“Um,” Pope pauses, “Are you Mr. Limbrey?”

“Ms. Limbrey was expecting you yesterday,” The man raises an eyebrow, eyes scanning across you, JJ, then Kie before settling back on Pope,

“I’m sorry,” Pope clears his throat, “My car broke down on the way up here,”

“Carburetor blew up in the middle of Nowheresville,” JJ speaks up, so the man’s eyes then stared at JJ, slowly shifting to you so your brows furrowed,

“Yeah she was real upset when you didn’t show up,” The man stares at Pope once again, Kie shrugging a weak shoulder,

“We tried to call, but there’s no number on the invitation,”

“We got here as fast as we could,” You exhale, the man grunting as he, a third time, stares at you, before looking back to Pope,

“She also expected you to come alone,”

“I mean, these are my friends,” Pope glances back as the man rolls his eyes, “They helped find the Royal Merchant too. Y/Ns dad-,”

“Yeah the instructions were explicit,” The man cuts, “Your friends can stay outside,”

Your eyes flick to the man, nodding, silently, “We’ll keep the car running, then,”

. . .

“Look, if Limbrey is legit-,” Kiaras sudden conversation dies down at the weird sight of the man and Ms. Limbrey leading Pope to the back of the house.

You worriedly look at JJ, confused, “Does that look voluntary?”

“That would be a negative,” JJ mutters, Kiara already beginning to open the passenger door,

“Come on,”

“Whoa hold on hold on,” JJ immediately reaches to grab her arm, “They’re going into the alley,”

“Go around back,” You order, JJ throwing the truck into drive before he begins to round the house, your head shaking as you lean forward, searching the front and back window, “I don’t see them,”

“There!” Kies sudden shrieks leads JJ to slam on the breaks, his arm instantly sticking in front of you when you lurch forward, your hand grasping his forearm as you watch Pope climb in, yelling for JJ to get a move on.

It only takes three road turns before the hood of the truck begins to smoke a second time, JJ slamming a hand down onto the wheel when the truck stutters to a stop, looking at Pope next to Kie in a panic, “Now what?”

“Go around!” As everyone climbed out the truck, JJs arm slide around your back to push you forward, immediately beginning to sprint down the road behind Kie and Pope.

“Does he have a gun?” You gasp, JJ tugging on your wrist to pull you down an alley, Pope skidding in an attempt to follow, before you rush out onto the street, nearing getting hit by two people on a motor bike,

“Sorry-!” Your hand raising on reflex automatically halts upon getting a look at the rider, eyes widening as John B grins, very much alive and well in front of you, “John B?”

“Get in!” John B alarms, JJ pushing you into the back seat of the motorbike as John B began to pedal, and soon enough you find yourself on the beach, pushing a boat into the water and finally getting a gasp of air,

. . .

“He’s taken care of you while I’ve been gone, right?”

John Bs words are quiet. Your eyes move away from the warm fire in front of you, shifting your gaze over to your brother who sat next to you, beer bottle in hand.

“Just like he promised,” You hum, nodding with a small smile, “It’s really good to have you back, JB. Therapy’s been shit-,”

“Wait, you’re taking therapy?” John B questions, quietly, eyebrows pinched as his head ducks, “How’re you paying for it?”

“The school offered it after you went missing,” You explain, “Hence why it’s shit. And they’re still trying to put me in the system-,”

“I thought Kies mom would’ve let you,”

“Will you stop interrupting me?” You narrow your eyes, John B raising his hand in surrender, “We tried. But the system isn’t budging. Plus with Kie getting in trouble for hanging out with pogues, I doubt I would’ve gotten far with it,”

“Well I’m here now,” John B drops a hand onto your shoulder, shaking it, lightly, “And we’re not going anywhere,”

Your smile drops almost as soon as it comes. John B is standing on high alert, your brows pinched in confusion as you sit up in your seat, “What is it, John?”

“I heard a car door,”

You pause, eyes skimming the dark yard as JJ made his way next to your chair, “You’re probably just paranoid, JB,”

Silence, before John B is suddenly grabbing your arm, tugging you onto your feet before pushing you towards JJ, “Hide. Now,”

It’s a solid five minutes before you see him. Rafe, Barry close behind. You sit on a tree branch feet above where you once stood, hugging the large trunk for support while feeling JJs hands at your hips, keeping both you and him steady.

“Anything?” Rafes voice startles you, body jerking slightly so JJs grip tightened, leaning forward to press his chest to your back,

“Nah, there ain’t shit in there, bro,” Barry’s grumble is audible as he stomps out of the Chateau, “Nothing,”

“They were obviously just here based off the smoke,” Rafe points to the abandoned fire pit, Barry scoffing out an irritated chuckle,

“Great observation, Boy Scout,”

“They gotta be around here somewhere,” Rafes head shakes, his body turning to face the tree you sat perched on, eyes landing on the engraved memorial on the tree for John B,

“P4L,” Barry snickers, Rafes jaw clenching as he nods, “Yo sisters a pogue for life now, huh, Rafe?”

“Shit!!” Rafes shout is loud, Barry even stepping back once as Rafe raises the gun in his hand, shooting once, twice, at the tree, before Barry rushes forward, grabbing at Rafes arm.

The movement jerks the gun upwards as it continues to shoot, JJs arm jolting out in front of your face as his other fully wraps around your front, nearly shielding you as your hands fly to your head,

“Rafe, chill!” Barry demands, “You’re gonna get our asses busted, man! Let’s bounce. Let’s go!”

The two take off in a sprint. JJ raises his head from your shoulder, eyes immediately gazing down at where your breaths heaved, hand clutching at your thigh- that stained red,

“Holy shit,” JJs hand tugs your arm up, leaning back to fully look at the grazed bullet mark on your thigh, “Holy fuck, John B, she got hit,”

“What?” John B forces himself to climb a branch over to you, your gasp wheezed in a panic as JJs arm tugs you to face him, hand pressing down hard on your thigh,

“She got fucking shot, dude!” JJ lifts his hand momentarily from the wound to lift you off the branch, your arm immediately coming around his shoulders for support as he leapt off the branch, catching you from impact, “I need towels, and water- where the fuck is Kie when we need her?!”

JJ lowers you to sit against the tree, John B rushing inside the Chateau as Sarah stares in a panic, JJs hands raising to your face so one cheek was stained with blood,

“Baby, you’re okay,” He sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself more than you, but the quickness of your breathing worries him to the point of you passing out, “The bullet just grazed you, you’re okay,”

Your head knocks back against the tree with a pinch of your eyes, JJ looking over his shoulder as John B shoves a towel in his face, followed by a roll of tape and bandages while a water bottle remains clutched in his free hand,

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” JJs mutter leads your eyes to open, instantly shutting again at the sheer pain of JJ tightening the bandage around your thigh,

Your hiss is loud, hand grabbing at JJs shoulder so he looks up, eyes softening at your pinched brows and glossy eyes,

“There’s blood, everywhere,” Despite the wound being patched, you still seem in shock, eyes wide on the blood staining your hands and his, which now stained his tank top,

“Let’s get a shower, baby,” JJs arm slides to your back, heaving you up on your feet so your own hand grips the fabric of said tank top, “You’re good, you’re good,”

“Holy shit,” John Bs hand raises to his hair, eyes flicking to Sarah when she squeezes his free arm, assuringly. His eyes flick down to her own bullet wound, heaving a breath, “Fuck,”

The next morning, Kie and Pope park the boat at the dock, Kiaras brows pinched as the group of four rushed down the dock, JJs arm supporting your limped form,

“What’s going on?” Pope stands from his spot, eyes zooming in on your leg, “What the fuck happened?”

“Rafe knows they’re back,” JJ hisses, “Went fucking nuts and shot a gun. Hit Y/N,”

“It just grazed, she’ll be okay,” Sarah reminds, as JJ steps into the boat, first, arms reaching out to you to help you step in,

“We’ve gotta go, there’s no telling when he’ll be back,” John B rushes, Kiara nodding before moving back to the boats wheel.

. . .

“Look, if Rafe and Barry know, it’s only a matter of time,”

You settle yourself on a rock perched, eyes watching as Kie, Sarah and Pope took seats, while JJ and John B continued to stand.

“I told you,” JJ scoffs, “We should’ve gone south, man,” JJ jabs a finger towards John B, “Why does no one ever listen?”

“I get it! I get it, I understand,” John B tries, JJ shaking his head as he spins, gesturing a hand out to you,

“Obviously not! Not only did you let Rafe shoot Sarah, but he shot your sister! You better be fucking glad that bullet grazed her!”

“J,” You murmur, raising your own hand so he heaves a sigh, taking your hand while standing beside you, refusing to sit,

“I know my dad,” Sarah speaks up, “He’s going to have to choose between me and Rafe, he’ll choose me. I just need two hours,”

JJ raises his arm and let’s it drop to his side as Sarah moves towards the boat, your eyes watching, silently, as she leaves without another word.

“J, sit down,” You murmur, tugging at his fingers, so he finally sunk down next to you, head fallen forward with a deep sigh.

. . .

“So, how’d it go?”

As John B helped Sarah off the boat, JJ peeled the old bandaged from your thigh. Your small hiss leads him to whisper an apology, taking the roll of fresh bandages from Kie to unravel,

“You were right,” Sarah sighs, glancing over her shoulder where JJ tucked the bandages over one another, before rolling down your shorts, taking your hands to stand you up, “It didn’t work,”

“Welp, then that settles it, guys,” JJ snips, looking over his own shoulder to narrow his eyes at her, “Now y’all need to load up in the paddy wagon and get the heck out of Dodge right now,”

“Yeah, you’ll need the supplies,” Pope nods, “Then y’all will need to split as soon as possible,”

“Guys I think it’s too late,” Kie speaks, your eyes shifting to the side of the water, squinting at three police boats,

“They followed you here?”

“We gotta go,” JJ rushes, throwing your arm over his shoulders while his own loops at your waist, beginning to pull you after John B, who did the same with Sarah, “Go!”

“Oh my gosh,” You heave, looking over your shoulder in a panic, “We won’t get far- with two injured people-,”

“I’ve got you,” JJ breathes, following your eyesight to a man trailing behind with a gun, “We’re good,”

The group ducks behind a large tree, your body turning to press your back to it, eyes staring at two cop cars skidding to a stop in the sand, “Guys,”

“What do we do?”

“We’re not getting out of this,” JJ heaves, your eyes watching him pull something- his gun- from his pocket, “We gotta make a stand,”

“J, no,” Your hand grasps his shirt, fisting it, “No, that’s not the answer,”

John B rushes to grab JJs wrist, grasping the gun with his free to toss it at your feet, head shaking, “Listen to her,”

JJ looks at you, watching your foot shuffle to throw dirt over the gun, covering it, JJ side stepping halfway in front of you as Shoupe and several officers rushed forward, all heading for John B.

“No no no- stop!”

. . .

“They’re gonna kill him in there,” You tug your cardigan over your front, sighing. Your eyes glance across the outside of the courthouse, sighing as JJs fingers grasped your upper arm, keeping you next to him.

“I’m sorry about what happened to you and your family,” You hear a man, glancing over to see him speaking with Ward, “Thank God for the system,”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” You spit without thinking, JJs fingers tightening in warning as the two men looked over, “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect people like you,”

“He’ll have his day in court, a jury will decide,”

“He shouldn’t even be in court!” You pull your arm free, pointing to Ward, “You should, because you’re a murderer!”

“I know you’re upset,” Ward speaks, your eyebrows flicking up, “I know he’s got you all fooled, about this, about your father,”

“You know what really happened to my father, because you were there!” You step forward, JJ instantly sliding in front of you to grasp your arms, Shoupe behind you,

“No, no, get the fuck off her,” JJ jabs a finger to Shoupe, “Why don’t you go arrest a Kook for a change, huh?”

“You wanna get arrested? Get out! You need to go,”

“You’re a piece of shit Ward,” You hiss, “No wonder your daughters with us,”

“Okay, baby, you gotta stop,” JJ grasps your shoulders, spinning you around so Kie took your hand, “Let’s go,”

. . .

“I’m gonna testify under oath,”

Your eyes can barely stay open at this point. Curled on the couch on the patio, your halflidded eyes watch Sarah pace, “I was there! I just need to get in contact with my sister,”

“Sister?” JJ grumbles, your shrug light as his fingers trail across your bare legs.

“Wheeze was the only one who knows Rafe wasn’t home that day!”

“Wheeze?” JJ questions,

“I don’t know what else to do!” Sarah panics, “I got us into this mess, I have to get us out!”

“She’s right about one thing, we have to think of something,” JJ sits up, hand now grasping your calf,

“And do what? Kidnap Shoupe?”

“That’s not actually the worst idea, Kie,”

“It’s not?” “No!”

“That’s actually the worst idea ever,” Pope cuts, JJ jabbing a finger towards him,

“Okay, Pope, we’ve been doing everything your way, and how has that been going?”

“Okay so what’s your plan?” Pope stands, now nearly hovering over both you and JJ, “You’re gonna storm a jail, guns-a-blazing?”

“All I’m saying is that they have our boy,” JJ stands up, you sitting up to grab his wrist, warning him, “And we’re just gonna sit on our asses? No, we’re gonna do something about it!”

“We are not storming a jail. That’s not happening,”

“That’s fine man,” JJ mutters, “Sit in your comfy chair. Do nothing. I’m gonna see what I can do. Make something happen, even if I have to do it myself,”

“JJ,” You stand up, hand still ahold of his wrist, “Come with me,”

JJ fixes his hat onto his head, jaw rolling as he fixes your grasp to take his fingers, letting you pull him into the rain outside the patio. He allows you to drag him to the hammocks, your hand running through your now wet hair as you look up at him,

“JJ, we can’t do this again,”

“I’m trying to save him, Y/N,” JJs brows pinch, hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you, “Do you not want that?”

“Of course I do, but not in a wreckless way!” You speak loudly over the rain, hands now grasping his shirt at his sides, “I need you to think this through. Last time something like this happened, we got in a fight and nearly broke up. I’m not watching you do something like this again, okay?”

His head tilts back to look up, wet hair falling back as his chest heaves in a deep sigh. Your hands raise to his jaw, tilting his head down to you, eyes instantly closing when your lips press to his, his own hands pressing to your face.

“Are you calm?” You barely pull back, him instantly pulling you back against him, his grasp lightening as he leans back, eyes flicking between yours.

“I’m going to think of something,” You blink, JJ pressing a kiss to your wet forehead before releasing you, stepping towards his dirt bike.

“I love you,” You call, waiting for him to look at you, “I really do,”

“I love you too,” He breathes, fixing his hat, “Stay safe,”

. . .

“That’s a lot of wax on your board. Put too much wax, it’s gonna be slippery,”

“Are you telling me how to wax my board?”

“I’m just saying,” Pope raises his hands as JJ raises an eyebrow, “That’s a lot of wax,”

“Guys, chill out, please,” You heave, JJ looking at you upon a distanced honk,

“You hear that?”

You look over, sitting up straight in your chair to see the Twinkie driving up, your smile wide as you push to stand to your feet, “Nuh-uh,”

“Yuh-huh!” Your brother grins as he slams the door to the van, running up to embrace you, “Guess whose out of the clink boy!”

“Uh, they dropped the charges,” John B sheepishly grins, JJ raising his brows,

“So all that work, I did for nothing,”

“Oh, the most elaborate escape plan of all time?” Pope jokes, John B looking around in confusion,

“Wait, where’s Sarah?” At everyone’s pause, he looks at you, “Where is Sarah?”

“She went to see Wheezie last night,” Kie speaks, “She hasn’t come back,”

. . .

“So,”

You lift your head from the hammock you laid on, JJ stretched out beside you, opposite end, hand messing with the anklet on your foot, “He’s out, huh?”

“Yeah, he is,” You breathe, foot jerking when JJ tickles the bottom, your giggle light so he smiles,

“There she is,” He murmurs, grasping your ankle to tug on it, “C’mere,”

You sit up, shifting to turn around without rocking the hammock too much to knock you off, laying tucked against JJs side as his arm hooks around your shoulders.

“What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” JJs lips press to your forehead, resting there when you exhale through your nose,

“How we can’t seem to catch a break,” You murmur, hand twisting his t-shirt mindlessly, “Ever since Dad went missing, we’ve just been running. And now that Limberys involved it doesn’t seem to be getting any better,”

“We’re gonna get a break soon,” JJ speaks, tilting his head to rest overtop of yours, “And I mean hey, when’s the last time we sat in this hammock, hm?”

“Yeah, I have missed this,” You slide your arm across his chest, before he twists, facing you. Your hand reaches up to comb his blonde hair from his face, the back of your hand brushing across his cheek. “I love you, JJ,”

JJ hums, head leaning forward to kiss your lips, hand reaching for the back of your head, “I love you, too, baby,” A peck, then two, and you giggle as he continues, moving to kiss your cheek, “So so so much,”

“J!” You cackle, JJ rolling to hover above you, the hammock rocking against his movements, “J, we are gonna fall if you don’t quit,”

“You’re just too irresistible, baby,” JJ leans down, your hands cupping his neck to hold him still, “Can’t get enough of you,”

You allow his teeth to dig into your bottom lip, hand sliding up your flowy shirt to graze your rib cage, inching to your chest,

“Guys!” Kies shout startles you to lean back, looking over in alarm as JJ sits up with his hands at your hips, “We gotta go, Wards at the dock.”

[stupendousfoxthing]

It's so annoying to me when I come across people who say that tkkers base their belief in taekook on edits and videos that overanalyze. Not saying that there aren't shippers like this but I know this is not the case for alot of tkkers I know and certainly not for me. I had no interest in shipping and theorising on band mates being in a secret relationship when I got into BTS. I just really loved their music and their story.

I noticed taekook while catching up on lives and binging BTS content trying to get to know the members more. I wasn't trying to ship any members, but I was picking up on things with taekook that made me side eye them ngl. The odd tension in lives, the hot and cold behaviour, being overly touchy and familiar with eachothers bodies and personal space while also sometimes acting like they don't know eachother. I tried to brush it off but the vibe they were giving off was like when you start noticing tension between two people in a friend group but nobody talks about it and it becomes the big elephant in the room, only to find out later they were secretly hooking up lol.

After awhile I felt like I had gotten a good grasp on all the friendships and dynamics within the group and yet taekook remained a big question mark to me and fandom discourse certainly didn't help at all. It's only then that I fell into the rabbit hole out of curiousity and most of what I learnt has solidified my suspicions about them. You really don't need analysis videos or shipping edits to notice them because the vibe they give off and the things they do, the way BigHit handled them, these things are enough to make you question. Remember when locals at 2020 Grammy's were asking if they were a couple? Yep, taekook give off boyfriend vibes and we all know it, even the naysayers know it deep down.😂

(Btw I love reading your thoughts, please post more 😭)

It doesn't annoy me when other people say that about Taekookers, because I know for a fact that's not what I base my belief on and I think a significant portion of people who say that are trying to convince themselves there's nothing between TK, we just really want there to be. A lot seem to believe that if they get rid of us Taekook's relationship will stop existing, whatever the nature of that relationship is. Personally I hate analysis videos. Like I said previously, when I first starting looking at Taekook those kinds of videos weren't very popular yet. The two big YouTube accounts I followed just posted compilation videos of moments with no analysis. That's all I need. There are so many moments that speak for themselves. I'll be screaming about the nape kiss until the end of time. I'm sorry but there's no way you're going to convince me there's anything platonic about that. Two recent moments I think about a lot are the Sweetheart shirts and Tae's live where we found out Jungkook always sings "To Find You" to him. Those are very loud and obvious imho. I don't need to analyze them. I've also in my own life accurately called these same "vibes" between plenty of people who ended up together. The tells aren't any different for same-sex couples, but some people will readily read romantic/sexual interest into every interaction between a man and a woman but dismiss way more sus moments between two men. I think there would be no question about Taekook for a lot of people if they were a het pair. I do remember the buzz around them at the Grammys. I was just recently thinking about reactions I saw on Twitter to the live where Tae played "Oh No Oh Yes" (where he intentionally "twin flamed" with Jungkook as an anon recently pointed out). That had some people questioning things. I remember seeing people talking back and forth in a thread about the lyrics and how they usually drag Taekookers but maybe we're onto something. 😂 I still think that some people who call us delusional just don't follow what happens between Taekook, because they were more suspicious than ever during solo era. Thank you for the message, sorry it took me a bit to get to answering ❤️

[cursed-miis]

Incorrect Miitopia Playthrough 5 Quotes Megadump: Ogerpon Edition, because she's so cute and silly and I'm going through my Kieran arc :3

♤◇♧♡

Mettaton: Oh, you can be the boom operator!

Espurr: I thought Ogerpon was the boom operator.

Ogerpon: DID SOMEONE SAY BOOM?!

(She creates an explosion that sets the King of Greenhorne on fire)

~~~

(Jimi and Ogerpon level up their friendship surprisingly fast, and Jimi mentions love confessions)

Silver: Yo, what the fuck, is this allowed?

(i can't believe the game ships my cat with a pokémon lmao)

~~~

Doctor: So you're here because your friend is sick?

Ogerpon: Yep...

(Lancer does a kickflip on a light-up skateboard)

Doctor: Please don't waste my time.

~~~

Charles: Please calm down.

Ogerpon: But I ordered two large fries...

(She dumps the contents of the fry bags onto the table)

Ogerpon: ...and they gave me a hundred fuckin' little ones!

~~~

Charlene: What's with this sassy, lost child?

Ogerpon: I'm not a child!

~~~

Ogerpon: Jello, more like hello.

(She slurps up a jello cube and accidentally inhales it)

~~~

Ogerpon: I'm going to fucking MURDER whoever got me sick.

Jimi: I think it was me. I'm sorry.

Ogerpon: I forgive you.

~~~

Ogerpon: I bet I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth.

Indigo: You're a hazard to society.

Charlene: And a coward. Do 20.

~~~

Espurr: Lesbians. What is your wisdom?

Rika: World cold and hard. Titty soft and warm.

Miku: Girl hot.

Ogerpon: Watch Naruto.

~~~

Ogerpon: What're your adjectives?

Amy: You mean my pronouns?

Ogerpon: I already know those, I'm asking for your adjectives!

Amy: I don't know, what are yours?

Ogerpon: Noisy and chaotic!

Amy: How did that go from making no sense to making perfect sense so fast?

~~~

Maynard: What if you could change your mind, Darker Lord?

(The Darker Lord steals a random person's face)

Ogerpon: I think we're gonna have to kill this guy, Maynard.

Maynard: Damn...

~~~

Silver: Smaller creatures are angrier because they're compressed. Examples?

Indigo: Wasps.

Roll: Apple jellies.

Ogerpon: Chihuahuas.

Charlene: Ogerpon.

~~~

Ogerpon: I love being vegan. I just stand in the sun for a few minutes and I'm already full. Thanks, photosynthesis!

~~~

Mettaton: I wish trees produced something useful like wi-fi.

Ogerpon: Too bad they only produce the oxygen we breathe.

~~~

(Ogerpon got poisoned and is steadily losing HP. Shrek is carrying her on his back when someone stops him)

Shrek: Hurry up. Ogerpon's getting pale.

Ogerpon: (cough) But I like pails!

~~~

TBH (they/them): Can I have your pronouns?

Ogerpon (she/her): She/her.

TBH (she/her): Thanks!

Ogerpon (-/-): Wait!

~~~

Lancer: Hey, what time is it?

Ogerpon: I dunno, let me check.

(She plays the trumpet, and she plays it badly)

Charlene: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE TRUMPET AT 2 IN THE MORNING?!

Ogerpon: It's 2 am.

~~~

Silver: What's your favorite Pokémon?

Ogerpon: Look me in the eyes and take a wild fucking guess.

~~~

Charles: When I was younger, my sister tricked me into thinking the paper strips in Hershey's kisses were edible.

Ogerpon: They are!

Charles: Really?

Charlene: Why would you fall for it twice?

~~~

(Ogerpon coughs up a bunch of blood)

Ogerpon: I know this looks bad but you don't have to worry. It's not my blood.

Indigo: That's a relief.

Indigo: Wait, what?

[projectyd]

Tales of San Irune #1

Author's Note: So this was my first time writing horror and I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks to CatKapowMeow for suggestions and edits check them out:

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The moving van drives away as the last of Alex’s boxes are placed outside of his room. It was already pretty late and Alex was feeling extremely exhausted from all the moving. He walks towards the apartment door, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. At first, it was complete and utter darkness, so dark to the point where Alex believed he saw something in the corner, but it must have been his imagination. He flips the light switch and a single, flickering light bulb turns on, dimly shining and barely lighting up the entire room. He takes in the entire room, the somewhat torn wallpaper, the scent of death that roams the air, the creaky floorboards, the old stove, and the kitchen cabinets that look as if they would fall apart with a simple touch. There was some sort of a dark spot in a corner covering the floor and walls, but Alex brushes it off, believing it to just be the standard wear and tear that embroiders this room. This was his new home now, and he was miles upon miles away from his family. Drained to the point where changing was a trivial concern, Alex turns off the light and flops onto his bed, making the bed groan and dust fly as he makes himself comfortable. Alex closes his eyes and snuggles underneath his blanket. 

All was still and all was silent, the stars and the moon flew across the sky without worry or care in the world. Alex felt as though something was gently trying to shake him awake. Drowsily, he opens his eyes and looks around the room. There was something… that was standing in that corner. It was a purely dark figure, seemingly towering in that corner, with the outlines of a standard business outfit. Alex tries yelling at it… but not a single word comes out. The figure’s head slowly begins twisting, moving without its body. At first, there was nothing but void, but then, in an instant, two shining eyes appeared on that thing’s face. Those eyes… staring into them… Alex can see the hellfire behind them. Alex's breathing accelerates. He tries to yell... more and more... louder and louder... but not a peep would come out. The figure stood still; the floorboards suggested otherwise. The figure let out a sharp smile. It is staring into Alex’s soul. Suddenly, Alex’s bed began creaking. Alex looks for a moment and nothing more. Something was there. His breathing accelerates; hyperventilating at this point. Alex takes momentary glances. One second at the figure at the corner, fearing that it would advance towards him. At another second, at the end of his bed to see what was coming. He sees hands. They are crawling up his bed! A cold shiver came from Alex’s feet; shaking him to his core. Alex tries to use every single fiber of his body... to scream, to run, to do anything… but nothing happens. These bodiless hands were clawing up Alex’s body. Alex tries to use his arms to swing them off but they wouldn’t move. Eventually, they reached his neck and began choking him. He was losing air quickly… Everything turning black. The last thing Alex saw was that... thing’s face. The hellfire hidden behind those... accursed eyes. Suddenly, Alex jumps upwards, sunlight was barely reaching in through the curtains. ‘It must have been a dream, nothing more than a nightmare,’ Alex thinks to himself. He shakes himself and slaps his face. ‘Yep must have been a nightmare,’ Alex reassures himself. Alex takes a breath of relief and walks to the bathroom to get his day started. Looking into the mirror, Alex falls backward, filled with shock. He gets up, looking closely at it. Marking around his neck. Bruises, where those… things were. His breathing accelerates and his screams can finally be heard.

[differentnighttale]

GRWM:Princess Edition

• listen to Nasty Girl while reading this °

Warning:The character starts to simp for her guy friend a little too hard.14+

Emma:*she steps back and sighs so her gown Is in full view*As you know this is my first time doing this*she sighs and flashes a smile * I am a princess as you all know and this is my life*she gestures around her grand spacious room decorated with a floor *for one very bad stereotype that I was born into it.

No,I was not.I wasn't a born royal.I was recruited and found as an eleven year old girl.I was very young and all so happened to be thrown into a world as vast and as confusing as this.*she darts her eyes around and frowns just a bit *But the thing was I was a kid ,a pretty impressiable kid.Due too*coughs and looks away*my odd upbringing, I didn't really know who am I.

I had rules drilled into my skull and how I ,a future queen should act.Honestly,I don't know my aims,my true motivations and hell ,*a soft squeak slips of her lips ,she immediately places her palm on her lip* I don't even know my own personality ,am I a fake or a genuine person godess help me.People have done stuff for me but is not like I don't know how to do it tho*bits her lip* yep ,embrassesing.Well they are right about that.The thing is that I don't know myself.

I know is embarrassing but I can't cook and I'm so sad.By the Underworld, I just freaking can't.As a godess in training,I am not allowed to do certain things.My life wasn't all happiness and rainbows.I am not allowed to question. What happens beyound our wall and the walls and the people who I know are suffering *she scrunches her lip and sighs*no matter how curious I am about like by the godess how old I am.She kneels and shushes me and diverts me towards the greener pastures and the elaborate castles then the painful reality even as a kid.

I've been taught about law,politics and geography but I am not allowed to venture and not allowed to ask questions and on top of that I feel like an entertainer not a royal.I can play the piano, I can dance ballet and play the violin but what does it mean to anyone?Just to make people laugh or smile or what.

I'm curious about the world outside and the people.It is looked down for me to request to fight is seen as unwomanly and werid.

"Why fight if you have guards to protect you?"

You can never trust people especially men.Their suppose to keep me safe and yet I don't feel safe at all.But I'm curious and I don't want to be helpless at all.Then I do get safe ,mentally and physically because after all the shit that's been thrown at me.I really need to be sane.

Very fucking ironic that I was almost assassinated tho by a guy who was supposed to protect me but here we go.

The fear being ingrained in me but tee hee hee,he's my teacher now.Its funny how the tables have completely turned.

But as a Goddess in training, I have rules and regulations to follow.

Sadly,even if I fall in love with a man chosen for me (I have a deep trauma with them) he would pass on onto Celistia and I'll be alone possibly forever and even if I have fun on the side.I won't be able to have any happy,forfilling relationships with them and if they die,they'll take my heart with them over and over again.So I'll be sad,alone and depressed and constantly mourning.I don't even want that.I don't want to bury every man I fall for ,all the damn time.

Now,I'm the godess of innocence mind you so indecent and ranchy thoughts that is bad but goddess above,everyone babies me so damn much.I am a literal child,you shouldn't shun me from adult topics ,half of my classmates have literal experience and read very nasty novels which I wish I could get my hands on.

But no,I get shamed,muted and blocked ears and others react very shocked when they found I'm still listening or even show the inkling of interest while the others gasp and my friend laughs his ass off at their strange behavior.

"It's inappropriate."

"Shun those thoughts away,"

"Block away those feelings from the opposite gender."

Shame,shun,block and drown.

That's the words drilled and repeated over and over again.

But sadly,I disrespect it.

Because the things I would let this man do to me and I won't say no and the thoughts that drive me mad when he cuddles me like get your lean but muscular arm off me ,or I'll go feral.Why are earth does my friend look good in black and leather and combat boots.People say is werid to have a thing for guys in makeup but to me is the hottest thing ever and the painted nails and ring.

Godess above,I'll loose it.Yes,and I love him platonically.Bullshit.

[sun-bleached-flies0]

scene from wlw summer romance w.i.p

This is not edited by the way. Just giving you the warning now.

On a day where there was a strong breeze and only Dillon and Max were down by the water, Layla and I took the paddleboard out onto the water and headed toward the island. She asked me a random question as we were getting closer. I was paddling this time, her on her back. 

“What do you like?” Layla asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Sorry, I guess that wasn’t specific. I mean, what do you like in romance?” 

“I still don’t understand, I said.” 

Layla laughed to herself. “My mouth and brain don’t want to work properly today. Give me a minute.” 

I did, and by the time she was ready to speak I had gotten us to the island. The paddleboard was secured in between the rocks, and I helped Layla up. 

“I don’t want to do anything wrong, so how about you tell me what you don’t like your partners doing in romantic relationships?” 

“Oh,” is the first thing I responded with. I hadn’t been in a relationship before, something she already knew. Now I had to be given a minute. 

We sat on our rock, overlooking the lake and seeing our house in the distance. “This might seem obvious, but I don’t like being told what to eat, or being told to eat in general.” 

Layla’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Same! I never understood how people don’t get annoyed when their partner is like ‘When was the last time you ate meh meh meh’.” 

“Yeah. I understand sometimes it’s like a concern if the person is feeling dizzy, but that’s coupled with other questions. ‘Do you need to eat something? Do you need water? Do you need to lie down?’ Those kinds of questions, you know?” 

“Totally,” she nodded in agreement. I felt very pleased we were having this conversation. “I never understood how in movies, and it’s always a woman and a man, how the guy will be so serious when he’s like ‘you need to eat you need to eat’ when I’m sitting there and I’m like ‘bitch! You don’t know what I want! Let me tell you so you can help me!” 

I fell into a small fit of laughter with her, lying on my back. I remembered to put on extra sunscreen, so I wasn’t worried about being burned on my stomach. 

“What else do you not like?” Layla asked. 

I looked up at the sky as I spoke. “Hmm. My partners assuming that I like things. I don’t mind being asked questions. Sometimes I think it’s hot.” I couldn’t help but blush after admitting that last part. 

“That makes sense. Wow, you and I are more alike than I thought.” 

“You wondered about these things before?” I asked, curious and not accusatory. That would have been hypocritical of me because of course I was thinking about her too. 

“Yep. You make it more obvious though.” 

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A wave of embarrassment went over me. “Really?” 

“I see your stares. All those looks you gave me during dinner. Even when I first saw you, I knew something was up. You kind of looked like a scared rabbit if I’m being honest.” 

“Don’t tell me these things!” I whined, but Layla was laughing. I ended up laughing with her. “Okay, yes. I have a staring problem. Can it be your turn now?” 

“With what I don’t like?” Layla asked. I nodded ‘yes’. “Hmm. I’d say surprises. I don’t like them ‘cause they can mean change. Like a change of plans in my day. I need to know when parties or things like that are going to happen so I can prepare.” 

“I’m like that too. It takes me a while to get used to change.” 

Suddenly, Layla sat up and scooted herself closer to me. I turned to her, and now we were directly across from each other. She was directly across from me. She reached out her right hand, taking my chin and brought my lips to hers. She kissed me hard, and I accepted it. 

“God, it’s like you were made for me,” Layla whispered against my lips. 

“I like to think that I was,” I said in return, grinning at her. 

We stayed on that island for a little while longer, talking about nothing until it was time for lunch. I could see Mom standing at the end of the diving board, waving her arms as a way to signal us back to the house. 

[starsscribble]

Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

  You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

  “Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes. 

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road. 

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief. 

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

  Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat. 

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick. 

  Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

  And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

  You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on. 

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead. 

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young. 

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive. 

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him. 

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

  The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face. 

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick. 

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder. 

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’ 

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps. 

  And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

  Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were. 

  And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

  Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine. 

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken. 

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

  Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

  The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together. 

  The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house. 

  Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

  You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know. 

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids. 

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home.  Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit. 

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion. 

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

  God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

  You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind. 

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended. 

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time. 

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed. 

  He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world. 

  I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[skinnyducky]

awkward apologies (pt. 2 to unexepected visits) // v.h.

This was soooo cute to write. When I tell you it was so hard to not laugh while writing this, I was trying my best. But, that's the whole point of this. To laugh, to go "awweee", and to be happy. So, thank you to those who enjoyed pt. 1...here's pt. 2 :)

link to part 1

Word Count: 1557, slightly edited

WARNING: language, sexual themes, embarrassed vinnie, and i think that's it.

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Vinnie leaned against the fence of the skatepark, cradling his board close to his chest. Jett sat next to him, still laughing from the story Vinnie had shared with him.

“Please tell me that all was a joke,” he laughed. “You can’t be serious?”

“It’s not funny, dude. I was so embarrassed.”

Jett shook his head, trying to stop his giggles. “Look, shit happens. It’s not the end of the world. At that, it’s not like Y/n was mad at you or anything.”

“Jett, Y/n hasn’t called me since that night.”

It was true; you hadn’t spoken to him in three days since the night of the incident. Why would you though? He embarrassed not only himself, but you, in front of your parents. Those are the very people whose opinion matters when it comes to your relationships, and he just blew it. It didn’t even help that he did not bother to explain his urgent departure right after. There were no texts, no calls, not even a tweet that gave you any hints as to what went wrong.

“I just don’t know, man. I messed up something so good.” Vinnie sighed, looking down at his shoes.

Jett sighed, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Like I said, it’s not the end of the world, man. Everyone knows how head over heels you two are for each other. One little mistake isn’t going to make or break what you have going on.”

“I get that but…I…I wish I hadn’t-“

“You don’t need to repeat it.” Jett said. “Now, how about you get on your board, skate for a few minutes, and calm yourself. The more you think about it, the sadder you get, and I really don’t feel like having to cuddle with you in one of your sad moods.”

Vinnie chuckled. “Those are the best cuddles though.”

With that, the boy hopped onto his board and rode off. He skated, doing turns and all sorts of kickflips. He was in the zone, and nothing could bring him out of it. With his tongue peeking out between his lips, he gathered himself to do an ollie. He got into position, keeping his eyes on his board and his fit. With a leap, he looked up and lo and behold, there you were with your friends. He gasped, the sight of you catching him off guard, so much that he barely came close to nailing his trick.

“Shit!” he shouted, landing on his ass.

Even as far as he was, he could hear the sound of Jett’s cackles echo throughout the skatepark. Even through his awkwardness, he managed to look over at you. Much to his surprise, you were looking right back at him, laughing along with your pals. He shot you a small smile, but that fell once he saw your happy expression turn into what one would refer to as…disgust. Oh, you were mad mad.

The boy gulped, picking up his board and hurrying over to Jett, who was still laughing his ass off.

“I wish I had caught that on camera, man!” He hollered, clutching his stomach. “You should’ve seen the look on your face before you fell! Oh wait, I can show you!”

Jett proceed to mock Vinnie’s expression, failing his arms in the air.

Vinnie stared at him with an irritated gaze. “Ha, ha…very funny.”

“Dude, what happened? You normally nail your ollies.”

“Y/n happened.”

Jett’s laughter stopped as he realized what Vinnie said. “What? What’s going on?”

“They’re here.”

Jett scanned the park for you before finding you on the other end from them, chatting with your friends.

“What is Y/n doing here? I didn’t know they skated.”

“They don’t, which is why it caught me off guard.” Vinnie replied. “You think they’re here for me?”

Jett shook his head. “No, I think they’re here to protest.”

Vinnie squinted his eyes in confusion before turning back to you. There, he saw you pick up a board and wave it around, chanting, “Save the whales!”

“Why at a skatepark?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m not the one protesting.” Jett snickered.

“Y/n laughed at me.”

“Then they’re not mad.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

Jett turned to his friend with a puzzled face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because, when I smiled at them, they just looked at me like I was some creep on the street.”

“Welp, then this is your chance,” said Jett. “Talk to them, explain what happened.”

Vinnie sighed, “What am I supposed to say? That I accidentally jizzed in my pants and had to leave before I made an ass out of myself?”

“Yep.”

Vinnie looked to Jett with shock. “You’re joking. Jett, I can’t do that.”

“Listen Vinnie, you are making a big deal out of nothing. All you have to do is walk up to Y/n, tell her the truth, say you’re sorry, and hope for the best. I mean, if anything…it was kind of a compliment to her, right? Trust me on this.”

Vinnie sat there and thought about it for a minute. Jett wasn’t completely wrong; it would be better to tell the truth than to not say anything and let what could be good relationship just wither and die. With that in mind, he pulled up his britches and walked over to you.

“Save the whales-“ you stopped your chanting, merely glaring at the boy in front of you. Your friends scoffed to themselves, turning to stare at Vinnie.

“Um, hey…Y/n.” He greeted, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey…that’s all you can say?” You replied. “You haven’t called me, you haven’t texted me, you haven’t even left a voice message. What the hell, Vinnie?”

He stood there speechless, not knowing what else to say.

“Like, what the hell happened? That thing with Mac and then not shaking my dad’s hand, like…what?”

“I know, Y/n, and I’m so sorry.”

“Vinnie, I managed to fly to Seattle with you and spend a week with your family, and you can’t even spend one hour with mine? I thought you were different.”

“I am, Y/n. I promise you, I am.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “You know what…I can’t do this here, Vinnie. We’re trying to save whales and…”

“Okay, sorry.”

Vinnie shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned and began to walk away. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the ounce of pride in his system or the fact that he didn’t wanna lose you, but something kept him from leaving. Then he did the unthinkable…

Swallowing his embarrassment, he turned back around and stepped towards you.

“I, um…I ejaculated in my pants.”

Your friends snorted behind you, trying to keep their laughter to themselves. You stared at him with a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. You tried so hard not to break out into a smile.

“We were, um…we were getting hot and it’s not every day I have someone as…hot…as you grinding on top of me, and I got a bit excited. Next thing I know, your parents come in and I’m sitting there with jizz in my pants.”

You pursed your lips as you turned to the side, trying to contain the fit of giggles begging to escape. Your friends on the other hand…they were nearly on the verge of pissing themselves.

“So, uh…sorry. Sorry.”

Vinnie cleared his throat and slowly treaded back to Jett.

You moved to face your friends, joining them in the laughing session.

“That was the most awkward thing ever.” One of your friends said. “But I’ll say this, he’s honest. There’s no way anyone could make that up.”

“Right?” You chuckled.

“I say you should you talk to him. He’s a good kid.” Your other friend added.

You smiled. “You think so?”

The two nodded.

“Okay.” You said, running towards Vinnie.

“Vinnie!” You called, gaining the boy’s attention.

He glanced over to Jett, who took this is as his signal to give you two a minute.

“You know, never once have I ever heard of something so weird,” you said, “but so adorable at the same time.”

Vinnie grinned, awkwardly shooting you a thumbs up. “What can I say, that’s all I am. Just a weird, yet adorable, person.”

You grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me what happened? I totally would’ve understood.”

“I was just too embarrassed, and plus I didn’t know if you still even wanted me.”

“Vinnie, I could never not want you. I told you before, I really like you and I wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up. You should never have to question that.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

“And I’m sorry for my friends. They’re still laughing about it.”

He smiled, bringing you closer into him. The two of you stared at each other, your faces inches away.

“I love you.” He said.

It caught you off guard a bit, granted you had only been seeing each other for a short time. But nonetheless, it still made you feel butterflies inside. Grinning you closed the gap between you two, bringing your lips together. It was so good to have his lips against yours, and vice versa. You pulled back, pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

[co-reborn]

Obedience (2)

Mina x Male Reader

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3,219 Words

Part 1

A/N: Thanks to @worldsover for reviewing and editing this piece

Streaks of sunlight shone on the walls. The weight on your chest, Mina, looked at you with sleepy eyes, her luscious thighs peeked out from under the sheets. Barely awake, you noticed the discarded and torn uniform by the corner of the room.

“Good morning babe.”

“Ohayō.”

“Let’s get that new uniform today. A smaller one.”

“I don’t think we have the time for that today.”

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Days passed and you still had not found time to buy the uniform. Weeks followed and it completely slipped your minds.

Until one day, you found yourselves standing outside the uniform store with her. Separated by a glass panel were several mannequins of boys and girls, showcasing the variety of uniforms from the different schools across the city. A smile crept on your face when you thought of your wife wearing one of these weeks ago.

Mina eagerly pulled you into the store. The store was neat and tidy, racks of shirts, pants, and skirts laid perfectly across the small store space. You waved at the store attendant. “Excuse me, we are looking for the girls' uniform for Tdoong School.”

“Welcome, come this way, please. So Tdoong School huh?” It seemed like you were at the wrong section of the store and the store attendant just had to make small talk.

“Yep, the best of the best. We don’t want our daughter to get anything less.” You wrapped your arm around Mina’s shoulder and gave a soft pat. Mina did go to the best school in the country, though it has been years, and she was even the star student, a fact that you were proud of.

“Y’know, my daughter studies there as well. What class is yours in?”

Oh shit. You froze. “Well, we umm… don’t know yet.” You looked at Mina with hesitation. “The letter of approval for the transfer just came in the mailbox today and we were so excited that we came in to get the new uniforms.”

“Speaking of which, here we are.” The talkative worker looked around but found no child in sight. “Is your daughter around to try it on?”

There was no daughter to begin with, but luckily your intelligent wife had an answer ready. “Our Mi-tang went out with her friends today.” She gave you a sneaky look. “But we know she’s an S size.”

“And also, our baby has a tendency to tear her clothes so could we get two sets please?”

“Alright, two S size Tdoong School uniforms.” The employee grabbed them off the racks. “I’ll get them packed and ready for your daughter to wear.”

You gave a sly smile. “We’ll definitely get her to try it out when she returns home.”

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That daughter never appeared of course. Instead, after you cleaned the dinner plates, a new meal stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway: Mina with the new uniform. It's exactly as tiny as you expected. The dress shirt was tighter than the last—Her tits pushed together, the top couple of buttons wouldn't fasten properly, and the cotton hugged her skin so closely that you could see the points of her nipples. She tried pulling down the skirt while walking out, her ass cheeks visible from the front. Few skirts were capable of hiding her ass, and she refused to wear those skirts unless necessary.

Your jaw dropped. “I told you an S size will be sexier.” You gestured for her to come over to the dining room. “I love how tight it is on your curvy body. Your cleavage looks even better in this shirt. Bend over for me, bend over and show your teacher your tits.”

Her hands crept onto the cherry wood dining table, and she lowered deeper and deeper to flaunt the full shape of her body. Mina squinted and gave a sultry lick of her lips as she reached for the uniform's neck to pull it open. She stroked her collarbone, throwing her head back. “What do you want to do to me, sir?”

With no time wasted, you pulled her around the table, into your chest then you dove into her neck. Under her skirt, you discovered the raw, smooth texture of her pussy lips. After a few deep sucks on her sensitive creamy skin, you mumbled into her neck, “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear to school? Should I punish you for public indecency? You want other students to stare at your tits and ass all day?” You spread her butt cheeks further apart to press a finger against her asshole.

“N-No. Not other students, ugh right there, only you sir. I’m yours.” Kisses moved up higher until you found her eager lips waiting for yours and her tongue sticking out, inviting you to suck on it. Meanwhile, Mina unbuttoned and partially removed the shirt, just the way you liked it. She didn’t want you tearing it again even though you had a spare set.

Your lips disconnected for a brief moment. “Can I get your ass tonight, baby?” you whispered.

“Please.” Her voice was just as soft and her eyes glistened with anticipation.

“Then be a good obedient girl.” You pushed Mina against a wall while your hands headed towards her tits. Enclosed in the tight uniform, they looked splendid. Her breasts were a respectable size and when pushed together by the shirt, a deep cleavage was formed. Now that the uniform was opened, her perfect tits peeked from between the flaps of white fabric. With every little movement, a slight shiver from the pleasure coursing through her body, or a deep breath whenever you touched her, Mina’s tits shook. You took the shirt off her shoulders, the unobstructed view enticing you to devour them.

While your right hand fondled her left tit, you sucked her right nipple. They had gotten hard from arousal but more than that, anticipation from your every touch. Sucking her tit wasn’t enough, you nuzzled the flesh and licked its underside, the small valley of flesh between both mounds, anywhere your mouth could access. “Oh fuck sir, you love my boobs?”

“Mmhmm.” An answer was not necessary, but you provided one anyway.

Mina held onto your neck and tried pressing you harder into her chest. Without looking, you grabbed both of her arms and pushed them up against the wall. She fully surrendered herself to you.

You moved over to the neglected left tit, repeating your mouth’s suction with it. Mina shifted her thighs and rubbed them together in an attempt to increase her stimulation. Satisfied with her chest, you bent lower to lick her abs. She worked hard for those, and you loved how they look whenever she wore crop tops and of course, when she was naked.

On your knees, you buried yourself under her short skirt and felt up her thick thighs. Her juices were freely flowing down them. Spreading them apart, you found your main target. A deep and long lick almost made her legs give way. “Do you let other teachers get under your skirt, allow them to taste you?” you teased, softly blowing onto the soft wet lips.

Mina could only try to grasp onto the flat wall above her head, her arms stuck even without you pinning them. “N-No, I’m your good student, all yours.”

Briefly, you dipped your tongue into her. “Tell me what you love about me.”

“You are caring.”

For a little more care, you gave her pussy another quick lick.

“Oh gosh, you are concerned about your students.”

When you lapped at her again, there were more juices.

“You look hot when you, fuck, when you concentrate.”

Another taste. Another slurp.

“God, your tongue’s so good.” Slurp. “Y-Your dick tastes good.” Slurp. Slurp. “You fuck me so good, I love your dick in me.”

You shoved your tongue into Mina’s pussy as much as possible, feeling the silky texture on your tongue, but then you also found her swollen clit. Though you started with gentle rubs, you progressed to harder ones and even pinched it.

Mina tried her best to keep quiet, eyes closed, and her hand over her mouth yet that didn’t help muffle her screams when you tweaked her clit between your lips. If you did not support her body, she would have collapsed into a pile of jelly because every part of her body shut down to focus on the euphoric feeling coming from her pussy.

She grinded herself against your mouth, begging you to push her to her orgasm. “Sir, oh sir, I’m going to cum.”

You momentarily left the confines of her skirt and thighs so that you could flip Mina around and have her ass exposed to you. It was always so delectable, you could hold on to those cheeks for days and leave your face stuffed between them just as you currently did.

You continued to rub your face over every inch, kissed and worshipped her ass. You rarely licked her asshole, but whenever you did, it sent shivers up Mina’s spine. She slumped forward and supported herself against the wall while you added your fingers into the mix, pumping them into her quivering pussy again.

She was already close. The new stimulation that came from her asshole drove her body crazy and it sent her into her first orgasm of the night. As Mina steadied herself against the wall, you stood back up, then hugged her from behind and planted kisses on her cheek.

“You alright?” No answers, just Mina grinding back to find your bulge. She turned around, hooking a leg around your waist to continue grinding you.

“Let’s go to your office, sir.”

Mina held your hand and walked backward, all while staring at you with seductive eyes and licking her lips. Since the last “meeting”, she was looking forward to the next time she would don her alma mater’s uniform. Upon reaching your bedroom, Mina pushed you to the wall while she stood by the foot of the bed.

She made a show of tempting you. Her tongue darted out to lick her finger which traced down her neck and onto her tits, lightly going over her nipples before giving each one a hard pinch. She flipped the shirt off her shoulders, pushed her chest out even further, then threw it aside, and you stripped your shirt off to match her state of undress.

Her finger dipped to the hem of her short skirt, gradually lifting her skirt up to give you a much clearer view of her dripping pussy. After she turned around, Mina bent over the bed, wiggling her butt while she unzipped the skirt and let it fall down her thick thighs. The tightness inside your pants grew so unbearable that you almost ripped them off, your underwear too. Now, both of you were finally stark naked.

For a few seconds, you stood apart from each other, pleasuring yourselves as the tension and your needs grew. Your breaths grew louder, and you wanted Mina badly, as much as she wanted you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot Mina.”

You didn’t want to waste any more time waiting for her to give in. You carried Mina by her waist and moved her up the bed. Pressed against her pussy, you didn’t hesitate to slip into her.

She let out deep moans between words, for each inch you delved inside. “Fuck babe, oh your dick feels so good, I thought you, oh, you wanted my ass tonight?”

“Babe? Is this, fuck, what the top student should be addressing her teachers?” You slowly moved your hips, forcefully thrusting into the depths of her pussy.

“No sir. I’m sorry sir. Oh, keep fucking me.”

Of course you would, Mina was a lovely wife with a lovely body. Thrust after thrust, you tried your hardest to keep your eyes fixed on Mina. However, with every squeeze of her pussy around your cock, every slap of her ass against your hips, every backward grind she made against your crotch, you couldn’t not shut your eyes.

The same could be said for Mina. All she could think about was your cock. She didn’t realize how loud she was moaning, neither did you, and she would surely regret it by the time she woke up tomorrow. Her body reacted instinctively to your pounding, body arching beautifully and her pussy dripping and slowly staining the sheets.

For just a moment, you bent over to grab Mina’s arms and pull them back. You absolutely loved how she had to rely on you to avoid falling face flat. “What a slutty student. You wish the whole school could see you like this, don’t you? Taking your teacher’s cock so well.”

You couldn’t make out what she said beyond the gasps and moans, but you felt her clench even more around you. She was going to cum soon—your dirty talk wasn’t making things easier for her—but you couldn’t have that, not when you weren’t on the main course yet.

Only a few more thrusts, then you let go of her arm and withdrew your shaft. Mina’s whine would have been cute if not for the fact that she was begging for cock.

You got off the bed to search for the lube stored in the bedside drawer while Mina turned around to face you. She pushed her tits together with her arms and jiggled her chest to you. “What are you doing sir? Don’t leave your slutty student alone.”

Thank goodness you found the lube by then. After you handed the bottle to Mina, you ordered her, “Get my cock ready for your ass.”  

She squeezed a generous amount onto her hands and began spreading it all over your shaft. Starting with the lower portions of your shaft, she gently held it up while she stooped and sucked whatever portion of your shaft that was unlubed. As she continued moving with upwards strokes, her lips climbed higher on your length.

The loud sounds of suction were beautifully disgusting, completely contrasting what a perfect student Mina was. The loud pop she made when releasing your tip was sexy, and it meant that you were almost all lubed up and ready to take her ass.

She got more lube onto her hands, stroking you and giving an expert handjob. Her thumb rolled over your tip, her hands rotating in opposite directions, her grip alternating between squeezing and loosening. All these made you impatient and you both knew it.

Still maintaining her skillful strokes, Mina moved upwards to straddle you. She ran her hands with whatever lube left on it onto her ass and proceeded to position your slick shaft right between her cheeks. Mina grinded on your aching shaft to transfer some lube onto herself.

“You ready sir? You ready to take this naughty student’s ass?” Mina lifted herself up, holding onto the headrest behind you. With a hand holding your shaft and pressing against the puckered hole and the other spreading her cheeks apart, Mina lowered herself onto you.

You caught her wincing as more and more of your cock penetrated her. While your face must have contorted similarly with the tightness of the ring halfway down your shaft, there had to be some pain for her. “You alright babe? Want to slow things down a little?”

But she kept dropping herself anyway. “Oh god, it’s okay. It’s just that, mmm, it’s been a while since I had your cock in my ass.” After some time, she had finally made it all the way down, your cock buried deep inside her.

Finally opening her eyes again, Mina was ready and got to work riding you. With your shoulders as support, she pulled herself off your cock up to the top and then proceeded to slam herself back on your lap.

Every time she choked your dick then let it breathe, you felt heaven approach. Your groans were nothing compared to Mina’s cries of pleasure but they were silenced when she captured your lips. You kissed her with great fervor, keeping up with her rhythm of lust. While making out with you, she couldn’t ride you with the same vigor, so you took it upon yourself to thrust upwards, making her moan into your mouth.

You left for a breath of air and you would love to continue kissing her, but it was preventing her from riding you to her best ability. A grip on her waist and a slight push got her to fall on her back. Your exit from her ass made her even more upset and she tried to hold you back by wrapping her legs around you. It was a fruitless attempt however because you knew exactly what you wanted to do to her.

Mina was flipped onto her hands and knees, then she raised her ass upwards, giving you a much closer view of her gaping hole. It begged not to be empty as it crinkled and throbbed so at its mercy you pushed her back down and re-entered her.

Mina was perfectly positioned, right by the mirror, to allow you both to see her body rocking in tandem with your thrusts. Her eyes were rolled back, tongue sticking out, as she relished in the pleasure shooting up her spine. You snaked a hand to her tit and got her upright. Now both of you were on your knees, and your proximity to her ears allowed you to whisper directly to her.

“You’re such a perfect girl. A perfect student in class with good grades, but a perfect slut for me with your tight pussy and ass. Look at yourself taking my cock so well.” You reached down to finger her, both your hands working all over Mina’s body. When you brushed over her clit, she twitched in your hands, nerves firing off rapidly.

“Oh, fuck me, make your slutty student cum sir. I’m going to cum sir.”

You were close as well and you wanted to finish with her. “Cum for me Mina. Cum for me and I’ll fill your ass with cum.”

You used whatever strength you had left and put it into the last few thrusts. Mina’s ass was clenching hard around you and threatening to push you across the edge. You pinched her nipples repeatedly and buried three fingers into her snatch, ferociously pumping them in and out.

That was the last straw for both of you. Your senses didn’t function for a moment, because your brain only focused on pouring spurts of cum out of your dick and into your wife’s ass. Your mind slowed down then, and it made these short seconds of orgasm feel like hours. Mina felt the same since her body grew limp except for her holes which mindlessly squeezed your cock and fingers to feel even fuller. She drenched your fingers with her essence while you painted her ass white.

The both of you lied down on bed for some time, cuddled, and recovered from the intense session. Gathering enough strength to carry Mina, you brought her for a joint shower so that you could clean yourselves up before heading to bed.

“Thanks again for fulfilling my role-play fantasy babe.”

“Anything for you my love.”

Holding her in your arms, you found comfort in each other’s warmth before you fell asleep.

[writing-on-the-wahl]

What Are The Odds Part 5

(Finally)

So fun story I wrote a continuation MONTHS ago but then realized I needed more to happen before that scene…. So i wrote this… PART 5 🤗

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The knock sounded at the door several hours after Hero had shut herself in the guest bedroom. She’d tried to fall back asleep, but their conversation and her childish flight from the room had kept her from slipping into a peaceful rest.

“What?” The word was harsh and sharp. Apparently it hadn’t been long enough to let her anger dissipate.

“Make a list of things you want my sidekick to pick up from your apartment.”

Hero’s heart sank at the unspoken message: you’re going to be here for a while.

Her back slid down the door as she sank to the ground, running the odds of surviving a jump out the penthouse window.

0%

Shocker.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pressed her hands against them, hard.

If only she hadn’t asked Villain to kidnap her.

If only she hadn’t gone to the gala.

If only she hadn’t stumbled across those files.

If only, if only....

But the only odds she could see were in the future. There was no point looking back.

She ran the odds of Villain killing her today.

7%

Not bad.

She ran the odds of him catching her if she tried to escape today.

96%

Not great.

Hero sighed and pushed off the floor to find a pen and paper.

She had a list to make.

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Hero shifted from foot to foot in the entry of the Villain’s penthouse apartment as Sidekick gave Villain all the updates on the campaign and how many points Politician had lost in the polls thus far due to his association with and donations from Billionaire. Villain was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, a satisfied smirk growing with each bit of news. She couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes kept flitting to her.

She’d avoided speaking to Villain all day, hiding in her room and ignoring his frequent attempts to lure her out with the promise of food and company.

Unnerved by the attention, Hero focused on the bag still clutched in Sidekick’s hand. Her own hands were uncomfortably empty as she stood there, unsure if she was supposed to be overhearing the conversation.

As Sidekick switched to discussing the declining quality of Politician’s speeches, Hero checked the odds of Politician winning, then couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Serve him right.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and she ran the odds a certain golden-eyed villain was looking at her.

Yep.

Her heart fluttered for the briefest moment before she remembered why she was here. The smile fell from her face.

Hero shifted backwards, wondering if she should just return to her room and come back for the bag later.

Villain caught the movement and lifted a hand to cut off Sidekick’s breathless spiel. “Thank you, Sidekick. We can continue this in the morning.”

She nodded in understanding as she looked between Villain and Hero before extending the strap of the bag towards Hero. Hero slid the strap of the duffle onto her shoulder, shifting under its weight while Sidekick assured Villain that no one had seen her sneak into the apartment. Hero wasn’t sure how anyone could not see her in her six-inch stilettos and bright pink pencil skirt, but she kept that to herself.

Thanking Sidekick, she began to turn back down the hall that led to her room.

“Why the shampoo?”

Hero froze, the blood draining from her face at Sidekick’s query. She’d made sure to specify on her list that Sidekick bring her drugstore brand shampoo and conditioner.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Villain looking on with raised eyebrows as she mumbled something about liking the way it smelled. Heart racing, she excused herself to take a shower.

She placed her bag on the bathroom counter and pulled out her vanilla-scented shampoo, pretending not to notice expensive salon-brand shampoo in the guest bathroom.

Sometime later, she cracked open the bedroom door, her rumbling stomach relieved to find it unlocked. She slipped down the dark hall in socked feet, passing the the living room, where the half open door spilled the colorful lights from the TV into the hallway.

She kept her eye on the living room as she turned into the doorway of the kitchen.

Where she promptly collided with Villain.

Hero stumbled back against the doorframe, grasping the edge of the wood as her heart raced.

“Running away?”

The low voice sent a shiver down her spine, and her eyes shot up to where Villain’s face hovered mere inches from hers. One hand rested on the doorframe above her, trapping her in.

“No! I was just going to the kitchen.” She glanced beyond him towards the granite countertops, mahogany table, and her least favorite chair.

Villain was looking down at her with an inscrutable expression on his face.

Hero dropped her head, cheeks burning with shame as she remembered all the times Villain had knocked on her door today, offering food, sending Sidekick for her clothes…

He was unexpectedly considerate.

And she’d given him the cold shoulder all day.

She wasn’t angry anymore. She just felt hollow.

In truth, she hadn’t really been angry; she’d been afraid. Politician had made it very clear what would happen if she revealed what she’d stumbled upon. But it was easier to be angry than afraid.

“I’m sorry I was so angry,” she whispered, studying her fuzzy blue socks. It was the best she could do.

“It’s okay.” Warm fingers softly tilted her chin up. “I promised not to press you for answers and then I did. I’m sorry.”

His face was sincere, his voice regretful. Warmth spread through her.

There were questions she wanted to ask, odds she knew she should run. But all she could think about was the way his hand slipped from her chin to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Vanilla.”

“I- what??” Hero’s brain struggled to make sense of Villain’s quiet comment because somehow he was standing even closer than before.

“Your shampoo.” He fingered a strand of her long hair. “It’s nice.”

Her stomach was a menagerie of butterflies as he continued to twirl her hair between his fingertips.

She drew in a sharp breath as his smoldering eyes met hers.

His handsome features softened. “Hero…” the quiet murmur faded as his gaze moved down to her lips. His other hand slid up her shoulders and into her hair, gently cradling her head as he slanted his mouth down towards hers.

Hero leaned forward, and her eyes fluttered closed as the distance between them shrank.

A cold rush of air greeted her as Villain abruptly shifted away, his hands falling to his sides.

His voice was flat as he gestured to the kitchen. “Dinner is on a plate in the fridge.”

Then he strode past her, his bedroom door shutting with a deafening click in the silence he left behind.

It was a long time before Hero was able to drag herself to the fridge and collect the perfectly arranged plate of food.

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."