#gotta clean up from dinner and then get to messages

[dreadgrace-a]

hm. had an interesting thought that if I had to choose another character most like lark, it would be ac:v's version of ivar the boneless.

[kumkaniudaku]

Five Minutes

Summary: Terry and Patrice are in a race against the clock.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 2,082

Warnings: Mature Content, Suggestive Situations (18+)

"Knock knock."

A cheery voice accompanying two raps against Patrice's half-open bedroom door paused a conversation between the teenagers sprawled across different pieces of furniture a respectable distance apart. 

Rosalyn stepped fully into the room with a warm smile to greet Terry again and turn her attention to her daughter. "I gotta step out for a moment. Junior walked out of the house without his wallet again, and I need to run it down the street before he goes to the trampoline park for Bryson's birthday party with Walter. It'll only be a few minutes." 

Both ladies knew her announcement was less of a need-to-know piece of information and more of a warning – a coded message to keep things well within the rules or face the consequences if detected. Terry sat confused in his favorite bean bag, wondering whether this was his cue to pack up and leave or wait for further instruction. He chose the latter.

"Okay," Patrice answered without much pomp and circumstance. "Is there leftover pizza for us to split?" 

"I don't think so. Your brother and daddy played clean-up crew this morning. When I get back, we can order Chinese." 

Another riddle only Patrice could decipher. No, I'm not extending my trip. We'll all leave together before I do something that crazy. Patrice heard the words in her head loud and clear. 

She nodded her understanding. "Alright," she answered with an almost too cheery smile. "I'll look at the menu on the fridge and pick some stuff." 

"You staying for dinner, Terry?" 

For a moment, Terry was convinced he didn't exist. Many conversations conducted around him between the women in his own home had been enough to teach him to stay out of what he wasn't invited to. With an official call for his participation, Terry straightened up to answer. 

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, trying not to seem nervous. Not enough for detection, at least. "I told my mama I'd be here until around 8 o'clock, so if it's okay with y'all, I want to stay." 

Terry's heart raced wildly in his chest as if he were being interrogated by the FBI. Could Rosalyn smell his nervousness? Could she sense the mix of excitement and danger signals coursing through his blood?

For a moment, she seemed to linger on his twitching smile. But then the flash of what he was sure was only a mirage disappeared. Rosalyn smiled like she always did when Terry showed off the manners his parents made sure he possessed wherever he went. "It's always okay, sweetheart." She turned her attention to Patrice. "I'll be back. Ten minutes, tops. You know how Belinda likes to talk."

"Yes, ma'am." Maybe that one was too sweet. Patrice had half a mind to try and clean up her assumed mess but remained mum until her mother was out of the room and audibly pulling her keys from the console table beside the front door. 

Patrice and Terry eyed each other like two wild cats waiting for an opportunity to pounce on unsuspecting prey while waiting for Rosalyn to open, close, and lock the last barrier between them and a few minutes of privacy.

Alone. They'd been in this state a few times before. Short spurts of time without the quiet simmer of bedding teenage hormones were always platonic, innocent affairs with nothing much to worry about outside of a silly argument quickly put to bed once someone giggled while trying to make a needless point. 

Yesterday, however, was yesterday. Today was brand new and full of additional physical possibilities. 

Together, Terry and Patrice listened to the car's engine start, warm up, and grow silent as the vehicle disappeared the short distance to the next street over. The moment's gravity sat in the room like an invisible third visitor, then ducked for cover once Terry bounded from his spot to meet Patrice's outstretched arms, waiting to wrap around his shoulders and pull his body onto the bed. 

Excited lips and tongues took full advantage of an opportunity to explore uninhibited, pressing kisses and leaving well-times licks to satisfy intense cravings for the other. The need for air became secondary to the need to make out like maniacs starved of physical affection. 

Terry took the initiative to adjust their tangled mess of legs and arms, leaving Patrice's hands pressed against his cheeks while he held her by the waist to guide them against the soft duvet, inviting a horizontal display of affection. 

Breathless panting and the light smack of young lips doing the only thing they could think to do with newfound freedom eclipsed the movie watching them toe the line from the background.

Patrice took a break from the action to sigh, "I love you," with Terry's tongue licking around the constant thump, thump, thump of her pulse on her neck. A soft whimper slipped from her lips. "That feels so…so good." 

"You sound pretty when you do that. Keep talking to me." Terry's rational mind had long left the building, likely in the backseat waiting for Rosalyn to return to a car still running in another driveway. Only thoughts of Patrice existed in the confines of a near-empty head. He wanted to feel her skin beneath his rough fingertips and taste the flavored lip gloss he'd been feening for since the last time they kissed after school. He wanted to hear her say his name and giggle when he blew raspberries on her cheeks. He wanted to feel that rush of energy elsewhere in his body and allow the dull ache of wanting to fuel private fantasies until they met again. He'd received all that and more with his hands playing a game of 'will they or won't they' at the waistband of her leggings. 

Pushing him by the back of the neck as a request to maintain the light suction on her collarbone, Patrice offered a green light to proceed. "You can do it." 

"You sure," he questioned, finally pulling away to look at Patrice for reassurance. "I don't have to, and don't feel like I'm makin' you. This is fine."

Sure, it was fine. Weeks of internet research and girl talk had led Patrice to the absolute conclusion that touching and being touched were the keys to unlocking all of life's possibilities. In a perfect world, they'd have the whole day to experiment. She'd seen the infographics in Cosmo and Ebony, read all the message boards on websites meant to teach young girls about their bodies, and seen enough rom-coms without supervision for a general sense of how things were meant to go. All Patrice needed was the time and space to practice. While time wasn't currently on her side, she had ample space. 

"It's fine," Patrice reassured Terry. No dice. He slowly moved his hands back to a neutral zone, prepared to stop the gradual march of blood to his lower extremity and return to what was expected of their behavior when Rosalyn left the house. But Patrice wouldn't be deterred. 

A firm push to Terry's shoulder helped convince him onto his back, leaving his lap wide open for Patrice to straddle the spot that needed no introduction. A quiet groan escaped Terry's parted lips when body parts tingling from the newness of touch met in the middle through thin athletic shorts. He anchored his hands on her hips again, looking up at her with hazel and green puppy dog eyes and praying for the strength to remain respectful. 

Gripping his wrists, Patrice pushed Terry's hands to the curve of her behind before pressing his fingers into the pliant flesh. "It's okay, Terry. I promise." 

This time, Terry couldn't find the words to object. And, even if they were available somewhere on the tip of his tongue, they'd lost the battle to fingers eager to massage what he knew would one day be his favorite place to see sans clothing. 

Enthusiastic kissing soon resumed more fervent than before. Tongues danced an uncoordinated tango neither of them knew to feel ashamed about. Patrice braced her hands on Terry's chest to keep from sneaking them underneath the shirt keeping her sliver of midriff from abs growing more defined by the day. 

Three minutes. Or something like that. Both of them were losing track of time in favor of recreating something they'd seen on television at least one hundred times. What they'd seen less of, though, was the involuntary grind Patrice had started to satisfy the newfound sensation between her legs. 

Terry froze entirely, unsure of how to proceed, but knowing that what Patrice was doing had awakened something new within him. She continued slow revolutions of her clothed center against him, reveling in the friction and trying to connect the mind to the body. 

"Damn," Terry whispered when the breath in his body returned and demanded release all at once. "D'you wanna stop?"

Patrice shook her head with her lip trapped beneath her top row of teeth. "Mm-mm." 

"Okay. I don't…I don't… want you to stop, either." 

Sixty seconds in heaven felt long enough for two eighteen-year-olds experiencing the most prolonged touching either of them had ever experienced. Hands kneading thighs and backside returned to their earlier deep sea dive beneath black cotton and took the plunge without hesitation. 

Unfamiliar feelings crept up their young spines and tickled the base of their necks, transmuting messages of love and intimacy into brains possibly too young to understand the consequences of premature sex. No matter, though. They wouldn't listen even if they could turn the knowledge of how babies are made, and bonds are formed into something tangible. This type of carrying on was more fun than all that other mumbo jumbo.

Four minutes. Or maybe five. Six? The number was immaterial to the sudden jolt caused by CeCe Winans' voice growing louder and clearer in the driveway before an abrupt ending. Time was up. Terry knew it before Patrice could piece together information and tossed her to the side in a rush to the bathroom down the hallway, hoping his hands were enough to conceal his now very noticeable problem.

Patrice pushed the fuzz from her brain long enough to quickly adjust her clothing, wipe the mess of lip gloss from her face, and sprint into the kitchen to act as naturally as possible. Her bottom hit the worn cushion in her assigned seat at the kitchen table just as Rosalyn's keys jiggled in the deadbolt lock. A deep breath was the only hope she had left for the heart rate to even and for her hands to stop trembling long enough to keep the Lucky China #9 menu steady while she pretended to seriously consider dinner options. 

The tune of some song Patrice should've known from repeated listens entered the house before Rosalyn, carrying through the foyer and into the kitchen as a final reminder to calm down. A Half-hearted examination of Mongolian beef and sesame chicken combos read to a pre-occupied mother as her only daughter following directions with no sign of trouble afoot. 

"Where's Terry," Rosalyn asked on her way into the kitchen. 

Patrice nodded toward the hallway. "In the bathroom, I think. At least he has been for the last minute or so." Rosalyn opened her mouth to inquire further, having heard no such sign but stopped short when the toilet flushed in the distance. Patrice tried to mask her relief and shrugged. "See?" 

"I hope he's feeling alright. This greasy behind food won't help him if he isn't. You know what you want? I need to call before your daddy gets back so he has food on the table." Satisfied with a charade she could've easily seen through with a few more questions, Rosalyn began a search for her always missing cellphone, fully releasing Patrice her moment in the spotlight. 

Terry's lanky body soon appeared in the hallway's threshold in better shape to peer around the corner and check the temperature. Patrice sent him a cautionary glance before inconspicuously waving him over to join in on a conversation neither of them could focus on. Visions of what could happen with ten or fifteen minutes alone followed them into a lively dinner with two adults wholly unaware of the treasure trove of information unlocked in their home. 

Without a word spoken, Terry and Patrice eyed each other from across the table, speaking their own coded language telepathically communicated in sly glances and smiles. That was fun. Consequences avoided. See you next time?

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[stevesgother]

ahhhhhhh there it is ! 💌 love letter officially deposited hehe

thank you sm for answering my inbox message and for taking in my request. Steve Harrington girlies forever and ever amen !!!

Pairing - Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

WC - 1.3k

Warnings - mention of character death, canon typical violence/gore, sad stebe, flangst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, depictions of ptsd

Request by @sheisjoeschateau w/ the prompts - barely proofread. i'm really sick, cut me some slack

“The panic between thinking you lost them and the relief of seeing they are okay” + “Just please, don’t leave me.”

“Let me go!” You all but scream as Nancy holds you back by your waist from the squelching, pulsating gate in Eddie’s trailer ceiling.

“You can’t go back, it’s too dangerous!” Dustin tries to reason with you but his pleas fall on deaf ears. Eddie’s down there– Steve is down there. Your Steve. If they aren’t going to help them, then you will.

You know you’ll be apologizing profusely for this later– already thinking of ways you can make it up to her as you rear back, driving your skull into Nancy’s nose with just enough force for her to loosen her grip. When she stumbles back, you don’t waste the opportunity to grab onto the makeshift rope and hoist yourself into that dank, unforgiving hellhole.

Not nearly as agile as Steve, you land on your back with a harsh ‘thump!’ and realize with a stark clarity that Eddie must’ve moved the mattress. There are a solid ten seconds where you can’t seem to convince your lungs to suck in oxygen, and you lie there squirming uncomfortably until your alveoli start to inflate again.

You hobble out of the trailer with as much agility as you can muster, calling for Steve and Eddie all the while. A trash can lid with nails protrudes from the ground, surrounded by tiny scraps of clothing littering the dirt. Bile rises in your throat at the thought that they could’ve belonged to Steve.

“Eddie!?” You whisper yell, as not to bring unwanted attention to your location. You may be impulsive, but you’re not stupid. Screaming down here would be like ringing the dinner bell for interdimensional demons, “Steve!”

About thirty yards from the front door of Eddie’s trailer, you see a bloodied and bruised figure hunched over another mass. From this distance, they seem to be moving– a rhythmic rise and fall of broad shoulders.

Knowing exactly who you’re looking at and expecting the worst, you sprint to the huddle as fast as your appendages will carry you. Your lungs burn from the exertion of it, combined with the less-than-stellar quality of the air in this alternate dimension.

Steve is giving Eddie CPR, or at least attempting to. He’s badly injured himself– his lifeguard training never prepared him for something like this.

“Steve!” You grab his shoulders when you reach him, and one look at Eddie informs you that he’s gone, “Steve, we have to go, I’m sorry,”

Lost to his dissociative state, it’s hard to tell how long he’s been down here hunkered over Eddie’s dying form for. He barely acknowledges your presence, only muttering a weak ‘gotta save him.’

“He’s gone, Steve,” you manage to bite back the sob that threatens to spill through your lips like hot blood, “We have to go. Now.”

Using all your will and every ounce of strength you have left, you pull your best friend to his feet with a promise to come back and get Eddie when this is all over. The gashes in his sides are weeping and caked with dirt, infection will set in soon. You needed to get him to a hospital yesterday.

The leather of Nancy’s Mercury Grand Marquis is cold and biting at the bare expanse of your right thigh; your clothes having been torn to shreds earlier in the evening. Steve’s head lies motionless against your lap where he’s curled into a fetal position on the bench of the backseat.

“Are we almost there?” You ask Nancy for the fourth time. The Earth had split clean in two– at least it did in your sleepy town that you’d called home your entire life. The home you’d met Steve in. The home you’d almost lost him in.

“About four more minutes,” she called back from the driver’s seat, “traffics’ backed up, I promise I’m going as fast as I can,” she hits a particularly deep pothole and Steve groans as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

You run a soothing hand over his albeit grimy hair, “I know, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Stevie,” you reassure, not even entirely sure he can hear you. You’d talk to Steve forever. In life or in death– in disaster or in peace. Whether he could hear you or not.

Nancy came to a halting stop in front of the Hawkin’s Memorial Hospital’s emergency room entrance. Despite being brushed off by several hospital staff, she continues to demand for a gurney until a resident sidles one up to the car for Steve.

Without thinking twice, you try to enter with him– his hand locked tightly in yours.

“Are you family?” The resident asks in a scruffy voice as he narrows his eyes at you questioningly.

“I–” Yes. No. Kind of? Not the blood kind. But he has no other family, at least not in the way that counts. Just you, and this ragtag group of teenagers. “Yes.”

He doesn’t question you again as he ushers the two of you into the emergency room, and the on-call doctor assesses his injuries.

Four hours and fifty seven stitches later, Steve still hasn’t regained consciousness. The staff assures you that he will– but that they gave him an anesthetic and pain medicine that’s keeping him knocked out cold. You lay with your head resting against his hospital gown clad chest, still keeping a firm grasp on his calloused hand. You didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

A groan, not unlike the one he released in the car, breaks through the cacophony of hospital noises causing you to snap to attention. His eyes peel open slowly and one at a time– a look of recognition and fondness passing over his features when he realizes it’s you. His voice cracks with misuse as he says your name.

“Steve. You’re okay,” you try not to disturb his web of hospital wiring and stitches as you hug him a bit tighter.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you with a wobbly smile.

“I love you.” You blurt it out like it’s sour acid on your tongue– painful to keep it in for even a second longer.

He squeezes your hand, “I love you, too,”

“No, I–” you inhale a shaky breath, “I love you.”

“Oh…” he whispers, realization flickering across his features.

“I’m sorry– I know this is such shitty timing. Just, after everything, I mean I– I thought I was going to lose you before I ever got to say anything and I–”

“Hey–” he interrupts your rambling with a shaky hand to the apple of your cheek, “I love you, too,” he repeats the words in the same clarifying cadence as you did, causing you to crack a small smile.

“Let me go get the others,” you say as you get up, antsy to let everyone know he’s awake. But before you even have the chance to leave the chair, a firm hand grips your wrist.

You can see a flash of fear and the subtle well of tears above his lash line, “Don’t go,”

“Are you sure? They’re all really worried about you,”

“I’m sure just– just please, don’t go,” and the pleading look in his eyes crumbled what was left of your already deteriorating resolve.

“Okay, Steve,” you sit back down from where you were hovering over the uncomfortable plastic chair, “I’ll stay. I’m right here.”

Steve scoots his body close to the edge of the hospital bed, and you lie down next to him with an arm around his torso. The warmth of the embrace and the release of a ten-year-long breath is enough to lull you both into a peaceful sleep.

divider credit @cafekitsune

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Ruggie

You gotta hide me.

That’s all that Ruggie sends to you as you’re working on homework on Friday evening. You could be doing anything else that night. The weekend has finally arrived after all. Ace and Deuce have bothered you to come have dinner in Foothill Town, but you send Grim to go in your stead because Crewel’s homework assignment is indeed…a bitch this time. Having Ruggie text you like a panicked rabbit is not something you expect to dot on your weekend bingo card. You try to get what’s going on out of him, but he doesn’t respond.

He only replies back when you permit him to come to Ramshackle, and that response comes with a knock at the door. You open it to see a gasping hyena beastman lugging around a gym bag over his shoulder. Ruggie then thanks you for your generosity and barges into your rundown dorm as if he owns the place.

“Ruggie, what the hell is this?”

Ruggie eventually comes clean. As much as he loves making money off of Leona with doing all of his chores at Savanaclaw during the day, Leona’s bidding has gotten a little too much to handle this Friday. Some of the house students have gotten too rowdy at the dorm’s washroom, and a little laundry soap mishap has gotten into Leona’s ear as he attempts to sleep the weekend away. The last time the washroom has flooded with soap and bubbles, Ruggie recalls, is during his freshman year, and Ruggie ended up being the one student to try to clean the mess up before the next morning. That is one chore that Ruggie would rather wrangle ostriches in order to avoid the former option.

You immediately understand, and you get the message that if any texts come from Leona, try to explain that you need Ruggie for an assignment, and Ruggie knows how to get it done. If Jack is to text you, you can feel free to tell him the truth. You know Jack is not one to squeal on an upperclassman.

You beg for Ruggie’s forgiveness as you haven’t prepared Ramshackle to receive guests tonight. Like Ruggie even cares.

“I make my own bed at home. I can make it here. Just tell me which room is mine and let me deal with it. In the meanwhile, you can fix snacks…or dinner. Whichever comes first.”

Of course, Ruggie’s first thought will always be the food. Who do you think you’re talking to?

You don’t have much, but as long as it isn’t expired, Ruggie’s not going to care. Leftovers haven’t killed anyone…as far as you know. You fix him a plate of leftover chicken, vegetables, and the other half of a cake that has been given to you from Trey for an Unbirthday Party. You knock on the guestroom door, announcing that his meal is ready. Ruggie invites you into the room, and you are greated to a tent on top of the spare bed.

“Ruggie?”

“Come on it, Prefect. The air is fine.”

Here he goes. Escaping one dorm to avoid responsibility only to cause some brouhaha in another. You peek into the opening of this manmade tent to see Ruggie making hand puppets against the bedsheets, using his phone’s flashlight to craft the shadows. He gestures me to come in and watch him work.

His palms and fingers craft many images that you don’t expect him to do. He starts with the obvious butterflies and birds. Then, he quickly moves onto running zebras and roaring lions. Ruggie asks if you’d be interested in him recreating a story that his aunt taught him as a child: The Coming of the Prince. You allow him to do that, so you witness Ruggie conduct the march of the savanna’s animals as they walk the plains to meet the newborn lion prince at he King’s towering rock home. It’s already difficult enough to make one animal move with his hands, but two? Your eyes are going cross-eyed just watching him.

Along with the hand puppetry, he sings the song of the Prince’s Arrival. His sweet voice when he’s not blasting his vocal chords to the heavens has brought you more peace than the entire school week has to offer. You are so groggy; you end up falling into Ruggie’s chest, clocking out. Ruggie’s classic laugh hisses as he watches you drift off to dreamland. It’s not the camping trip he’s always wanted, but a night with you can top that any day of the week.

[gosmigenergy]

JUST DESSERTS

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: Frankie and Santiago decide to host a Valentine’s dinner however you’re already a little suspicious of what they have planned.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, swearing, minor angst because Santiago’s an idiot, sex pollen, group sex, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, voyeurism, choking, nipple play, oral - male receiving, hair pulling, spit roasting, gagging, squirting, allusions of masturbation (male), fluffy ending, nickname/pet names, no use of Y/N.

Word Count: 8.4k

Author's Notes: Just for a little context, here's the fic this one's related to.

You had spent all afternoon watching from a distance.

Frankie preferred you to be out of the kitchen when he was prepping a three course meal for multiple people, saying you were too much of a distraction. Reluctantly, you stayed out of his way and tried to keep yourself busy.

You heard his hushed profanity.

“You ok, babe?”

He was stuffing his phone into his pocket when you approached.

“I forgot an ingredient.”

Your head cocks to one side, brows furrowing. It was unusual, he was so methodical when it came to cooking, he’d never forgotten an ingredient since you’d started dating. Maybe it was Valentine’s Day nerves or because he was in someone else’s kitchen, you had to ask him why they chose Will’s place.

“I can go get it for you.”

“It’s ok, I’ve already messaged Pope.”

The pair of them had planned this evening together because you couldn’t quite book a table for five at a fancy restaurant on the day of love without being questioned. Not to mention the extortionate price rises, the candle lit table where you can barely see and the knowledge you would sit throughout dinner with four sets of eyes on you, all wanting the same thing.

“Soooo,” you bite your lip, “what do you want to do now?”

Leaning back, he folded his arms, eyes trailing you from head to toe. A shiver shot up your spine as his stare hung low, his tongue flicking over his lips and Frankie knew he had just enough time to do what he wanted to do.

When Santiago knocked on the door, it took a few minutes to get an answer.

He was just about to knock again when it swung open and revealed you, flustered and glancing down, he noticed your lack of pants. His one eyebrow quirked and a slight smirk came to his lips.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Frankie entered the living room. “I made sure she finished.”

The temperature in your cheeks rose to scorching, in all of your dating history, you’d never been caught and of course, it has to be Santiago who catches you after a thorough fingering. He’s fucking delighted.

You walk away from him before he can utter a word.

“He wouldn’t let me answer the door until I came,” you say, taking your shorts from Frankie.

“Gotta make sure you’re satisfied.”

A hand snakes around your back and he pulls you closer, squeezing the plumpness of your ass. You cup his whiskered jaw and place a kiss on his cheek before kissing him lightly on the lips, his fingers burying further.

“I’m just gonna clean up.”

“You’re welcome to stay like that,” Santiago chips in.

“I thought you were helping Frankie in the kitchen.”

You saunter away, purposefully not putting on your shorts just to rub it in his face a little.

“I hate you,” he turns to Frankie.

Frankie blinks at him, “You got the stuff.”

The pair of them go into the kitchen, ensuring they’re out of the way from prying eyes and Santiago pulls a tiny brown bag out of his pocket. Frankie snatched it from his hand and eased out the bottle, it looked like any other baking ingredient in a pipet bottle except it was fluorescent pink in colour.

“I still think we should tell her,” he said, bringing it closer for inspection.

“She’ll be fine.”

Frankie went to the fridge and brought the rest of the ingredients to the counter top.

“Ruby chocolate?”

“It’s fruity and should conceal the colour of that stuff.”

Santiago patted his friend on the back, “I knew I could trust you.”

Once you’d finished in the shower, you went to check on the pair of them in the kitchen. Santiago wasn’t being much help, merely standing there and talking whilst Frankie gently folded a pink concoction in a bowl. As you stepped closer, you caught the chocolate wrapper and knew you had to sneak a taste, slipping past Santiago.

Frankie clocked the single finger approaching and slapped your hand hard.

“Ow!”

He immediately put everything down and wrapped himself around you.

“I’m sorry, cariño, I’ve only made enough mousse for the five of us, no samples.”

You look up at him, your pouted lip beginning to quiver, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It actually really fucking hurt but only Frankie knows why he had such a reaction and Santiago probably, you could only assume.

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it better.

“There’s some chocolate spare in the fridge,” he glanced at Santiago as he spoke.

Santiago headed to the fridge and back, handing you the other unopened bar before boosting you onto the countertop next to where Frankie was working. You eased the paper packaging apart at the top and cracked the first line, breaking a square off.

“You got any questions about tonight?”

Santiago leaned in, opening his mouth slightly and you fed him the piece of chocolate in your hand.

There was only one question you could think of.

—

“Why are they hosting it at your place?” Benny asked his brother.

“Because I’ve got a big enough dining table.”

In all honesty, Will didn’t know if that was their reasoning, he was confused when they asked him too.

“They could have hosted it here.”

“With what table?”

Benny shrugged, “I could have got something.”

His brother was still living like a bachelor, no table just two stools on a breakfast bar, no spare bedroom or fold out couch, he shook his head. When Frankie arrived at his place with bags of ingredients, Will saw it best to get out of the way and offered to come and get Benny, who was trying to figure out what to wear.

“Don’t you have a dress shirt?”

Will watched on as Benny rifled through his wardrobe.

“Do I look like I would have a dress shirt? The moment I stopped doing parades, I got rid of ‘em.”

He would have offered him one if it wasn’t for the fact Benny’s lean physique would be swamped by his. There was already a pile of rejections on the floor including the one denim shirt he owned and the one that Benny had named his good hoodie.

“Who’s idea was it to dress up anyway?”

“Who do you think?”

“Ah, the man with a thousand black shirts.”

Will laughed, “Even Fish has a nice shirt, brother.”

“The coke one?”

Will folded his arms, brows knotting. Benny looked innocently over his shoulder, throwing his hands out.

“You know which one I mean.”

Narrowing his eyes, Will notices the stuffed shelves to the side of his brother and can make out two green sweaters amongst all the greys and blues.

“What about the green sweaters?”

Benny stepped to the side and pulled them out.

“Bunny likes this one.”

He held it up the forest green one and Will was about to say it would pass until he turned it round.

“Is that a cartoon character?”

Benny scowled at him, “It’s a video game character.”

“You never fail to surprise me,” Will pinched the bridge of his nose, “and the other one?”

Tossing another rejection to one side, Benny unfolded the other one, a lightweight knit with a v-neck and emerald green in colour. He’s pretty sure this was one his mother gave him, he wore it once or twice to please her and then pretended he’d lost it over Thanksgiving. He just hated wearing anything other than gym wear, jeans and a t-shirt.

Will was going to have to take him shopping.

“That’ll do.”

—

You’d finished getting ready just as the sound of keys entering the door. Tottering over, you grabbed the door handle and opened it before Will had chance to get it himself.

“You look as lovely as ever, Bunny.”

You brush the front of your pink and purple slip dress, turning round to show him the back, you’d even wore kitten heels for the occasion.

He hands you a bag whilst he takes another, “The Prosecco you like was on offer.”

“Oh, thank you,” you kiss his cheek and leave a mark.

Benny bashfully came in after his brother.

“Aw, Benny, that sweater brings out the colour of your eyes.”

His cheeks turned pink, this was the first time you’d seen him relatively dressed up.

“I told him that but he wasn’t impressed,” Will called from behind you.

You take his sweater by both hands and pull his body to yours, crashing your lips to his. Instinctively, he brings an arm to your waist to stop you from falling backwards as your frame arches.

“Thanks for dressing up for me,” you say after parting your lips, “I know you hate it.”

“If that’s the reaction I get, I might do it more often.”

A pop of a cork filled the room and Frankie was the first to complain.

“Christ, you could have given me a warning,” he said, the food he was tentatively placing on a finely toasted slice of bread now sprayed across the plate.

Santiago came out of the dining room to see what all the fuss was about and then ushered the three of you away from Frankie. He sat you at the top of the table with the Miller brothers either side before he switched on some background music and left to help Frankie serve.

“Can we have more light?”

“Honey, this is meant to be romantic.”

You hum, “Would be nice to see everyone’s faces.”

You had resisted saying anything for two courses, it only seemed right to see them for dessert. Frankie pulled out all the stops on food, to start was freshly made Bruschetta then he followed it with the first ever meal he cooked for you, steak with dauphinoise potatoes and greens. With everyone’s plates clear, he went to dish up dessert.

Santiago grumbled and turned the dial up a little, bringing a warm glow into the room.

“That’s better,” you smile even as he stares you down.

Frankie comes in with the first two plates, placing one in front of you. The pink mousse he was creating earlier was delivered with a handful of berries on the side.

“I’ve waited all afternoon to try this!”

You waited, fidgeting for the rest of the boys to get theirs with a spoon in your hand. The moment Frankie put his ass in his seat, you took the biggest portion you could.

“This is so good,” Benny said, continuing to stuff the mousse into his mouth.

It was good, you weren’t going to deny that. It was velvety smooth, the ruby chocolate adding a touch of fruitiness along with the berries but there was something else. You began to eat slowly, eyebrows knotted as you tried to decipher what it was.

Everyone kept eating before Will spoke up, scraping the last of it from his ramekin bowl.

“What was that floral flavour?”

That wasn’t quite it but you knew he was close.

“Special ingredient,” Santiago responded quickly.

Frankie sighed, “We’re gonna have to tell them eventually.”

“Tell us what?”

Benny was using his finger to scoop out what remnants he could, eyes flitting from Santiago to Frankie.

“Sooo, it’s not rose?”

Will’s query suddenly makes you feel queasy, unable to eat the last couple of spoonfuls so you place your cutlery down.

Santiago clocks it.

“No,” he says, folding his arms. “It’s Aphrodite’s Essence.”

Will looks at Santiago and Frankie before his brother, who sheepishly avoids eye contact.

A swell builds in your chest, the name is all too familiar and you don’t know whether to scream or cry or both. Instead, you bundle the cotton napkin from your lap in your hand and throw back your chair.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Santiago.”

You launch the napkin, hitting him square in the face as you flee from the room.

He calls your name but you ignore him, already bolting for the bedroom, swinging the door heavily. The slam echoes through the hall and Santiago goes to get up. Will gestures a hand for him to stop and he follows the order like any good soldier would.

“Give her a few minutes,” his eyes glanced to everyone again. “And you can tell me what the fuck is going on.

—

Santiago was hesitant to go in, he didn’t quite know what was behind the door. The four of them had talked it out, Will was pissed with every single one of them for a fleeting moment. Benny and Santiago almost ended up in a shouting match whilst Frankie remained quiet until he decided to step in and shut them up.

“Sure you don’t want to do this?”

He looked over his shoulder at Will who shook his head, he was always shaking his head at one of them.

“It’s gotta be you, man.”

His friend was right, Santiago just hated it.

Taking a breath, he rapped the door but you didn’t respond. He takes it as a good sign and squeezes past the threshold as he opens the door enough to fit through.

“Hey.”

You’re sat up, back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around the teddy Will won you. In the darkness, he could just about make out your teary eyes and he switched on the nearest the nearest lamp to give off some light.

You sniff, “Hey.”

He sits at your feet and you move them back.

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

“The last time we saw each other, you wanted to slow down on all of this shit then you go and —“

You lose your words, you’re so mad at him.

“I know, it’s bad timing on my part.”

You look away, pushing your cheek into the soft fabric underneath.

This wasn’t bad timing, he’d made an idiotic decision to get revenge on Benny and thrown everyone else into the mix with them.

“You remember how scary it was for me, I thought I was going to die.”

“But you didn’t, Fish and I made sure of that.”

“It doesn’t mean I want to go through it again.”

“It’s about ten percent of what you had last time, fifteen tops. We added a little extra just to make sure it works.”

“Couldn’t you have just laced Benny’s?”

“Would you want to be around Benny with that stuff in his system and without any in yours?”

“No,” you hugged the teddy closer. “You could have made him go it alone.”

“I’m mean but I’m not that mean.”

“You could have warned me,” your voice was timid.

He rested a hand on your foot, his thumb stroking your ankle. You were right, Frankie was right but he wouldn’t admit he was wrong.

“Would you have eaten it if you knew?”

You breathe in, the stutter in your chest that you only get from crying. Dropping a hand, you hold onto his thumb, eyes returning to him.

“I guess not.”

He hummed, he guessed as such.

“We’ve got to make sure we all have a level playing field,” he handed you the last of your dessert. “I had to fight Benny before he had the rest.”

Your smile peeks from behind the green dome head and you let go of his thumb, taking the dish. You eat the final spoonfuls and hand it back.

“How long till it kicks in?”

“Somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour.”

“So I have time to fix my makeup?”

He double checks his watch, “Plenty.”

Santiago continued to draw circles on your ankle, listening to your breathing as it steadied into its usual pace.

“Am I forgiven?”

“We’ll see how the night goes.”

He slips off the bed and onto his feet, leaning forward to brush his nose against the crown of your head.

“We’ve got you,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You wait until he leaves the room to sort yourself out. In the bright light of the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of how messy you looked, mostly from the mascara trailing down your cheeks like rainfall. Wiping it away, you reapply everything and fix your hair, rearranging your tits under your dress.

“Need any help?”

After hearing the hive of activity in the kitchen, you popped your head through to the dining room.

“All good, sweetheart.”

Will was alone, carefully stacking dinnerware and blowing out candles. You step further in, playing with your hands.

“I kind of ruined dinner, didn’t I?"

“Hardly.”

Santiago ruined dinner, you merely reacted how most people would having found out their food had been laced. He was surprised he’d taken it so well himself.

You hovered nervously, waiting for his attention.

Leaving the plates on the table, he wanders over to you and coils an arm around your frame, pulling you close. His touch is hotter than usual, palm scorching through the slip dress you wore and you try to figure out how long you’d been gone from the room.

“Can I fix you a drink?”

You smile, “Please.”

He took everything in his hands and told you to head to the lounge. Following him, you part ways and you perch on the couch.

You recognised the similarities of last time beginning to trickle through your system. The elevation in your heartbeat, the rise of temperature in your skin that felt as though you were basking in the afternoon sun. It felt like your lips were getting plumper, your eyes growing bigger, the colours of the room becoming vibrant.

“Benny’s insisting whatever this is isn’t working,” Will chuckled. “Fish is fighting with him to not put a couple more drops straight into his mouth.”

“And what do you think?”

You take the glass from his hand and scoot to the side to allow him space next to you. Taking a sip, every bubble pops along your tastebuds, the flavour sinking in deep.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, what am I supposed to be looking for?”

Leaning back, his eyes roam over your body, noticing how you seem to be glowing. Each inch of bare skin he looks at tingles and you wonder if this is how it starts when you take a normal dose. He stretches his hand, fingertips skimming over your shoulder blades and the shiver travels down your spine, pulsating in your pussy. Something travels from you to him, electricity shooting up his arm and his face turns serious.

“On the table.”

You cock your head to the side, “The coffee table?”

“Front on the coffee table, ass facing me.”

“You sure?”

His one eyebrow arches and he folds his arms, tipping his head towards the table quickly.

You swallow, mouth drying as you listen to his instruction. Slipping effortlessly off the couch, you crawl to the coffee table and move a few items out of the way before you drape onto the cold glass top. Glancing over your shoulder, you see his glazed stare, Aphrodite’s Essence soaking into every fibre of his being.

You knew you were in trouble when his hands reached for his belt.

Your desire was already pooling, the nice underwear set you wore an afterthought as you leaned to show your ass to him.

Will glanced to where the other guys were talking before lifting himself up and dropping to his knees. He tapped your ankles and you spread yourself wider. Grabbing the hem of your dress, he lifted it over the curve of your ass, displaying the dark patch already present on your knickers.

“You shouldn’t have worried about the underwear.”

You frown, looking further over your shoulder.

“Didn’t expect to already be this turned on, thought you would like them.”

“Any other night I would.”

You gasp as he cups a hand over your pussy, pushing against your mound and forcing the bottom half into your wet folds. Whining, you lean to his touch, back bowing. The noises you make cause his cock to harden, already straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Fuck,” he growls, hungrily yanking down your knickers.

He parts your ass cheeks to gaze upon your glistening folds, arousal weeping from your entrance. You breath shudders in anticipation as you break eye contact and face the dark television screen.

You watch as he stares longingly before shuffling back and lowering himself, his broad shoulders visible either side.

He flattens his tongue to your folds and licks up slowly. The mewl you gift him is intoxicating, how your body shakes only sweetening it. Your juices already dribble onto his chin, every moan he gives scattering through your nerves.

Unlike last time, the sensation isn’t as intense, instead it softly spreads a warmth through your body, like the tingle you get from coming in from the cold.

Will continued to eat your pussy, tongue slipping between your lips and teasing your inner walls. Then he tilted his head back and moved forward, mouth locking around your clit. It came alive, your legs threatening to lock if he hadn’t forced you to widen, hands gripping harder.

The sweat was arriving to his forehead, his head cloudy as you engulfed him.

You try to hold onto the table top, clammy palms slipping on the glass as you stretch your fingertips in front. Yet, he fights you, continuously pulling you back until you managed to break free.

“Where are you going, Bunny?”

Turning your upper half, you see his dishevelled appearance, messy blond hair and bright red cheeks.

“Nowhere,” you bat your eyelashes, tongue flicking to dampen your lips.

A smile grows on his face, “Good.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, chest heaving as he scrambled to get the fabric from his skin. Standing up, he stripped down to nothing, eyes not moving from you.

Everyone else remained in the kitchen, talking, unaware of the situation enfolding on the opposite side of the wall.

Kneeling down, Will kissed your lips and brought his weight down on you, pining you to the table top. His hardened cock pushed into the valley of your ass, nestling sweetly between your cheeks. You moan, inviting him to shove his tongue into your mouth and meet your own.

His hands trail up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he carried on up your body and over your stomach, hitching your dress higher.

Sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, he tugs gently before releasing it and nuzzling into your neck. His whiskers scratch your skin as he suckles and the essence in your system screams desperately to be covered head to toe in his marks.

You nudge your ass into him, grinding against his stiff length as your want becomes too much.

Groaning, he snakes a hand between the pair of you and takes hold of his cock. He brushes the tip over your asshole, causing you to shiver before he gathers the juices pooling at your opening.

You have little time to prepare yourself as Will ploughs through your folds and fills you to the hilt. It took the air from your lungs, your arms slipping on the smooth material beneath you. He brings his hands to your shoulders, chest firmly set on your back as he squeezes you, pressing you firmly to the base of his cock.

He waits to see your fingers grip the edge of the coffee table, knuckles almost turning white before he pulls easily through your slick and slams into you again and again. Each one of his overwhelmed senses was only able to focus on you. The final hint of your perfume as the aroma of each other’s sweat hit his nostrils, your frantic cries as you begged for more, your wrecked appearance reflected in the tv.

In the stifling heat of your bodies, you could only think of his cock.

How it glided and buried itself within your walls which pulsed as they attempted to take hold of his length, how every stroke hit the multiplying number of sweet spots in your weeping cunt. It was becoming almost unbearable, you just needed to cum.

“Will,” there was a sense of urgency in your tone.

His breath burns your neck, “I promise I’m close.”

You whine, toes curling as the desire is fit to burst in your belly.

He let go of one shoulder and brought his arm just below your neck, holding you to his chest. His other hand moves downwards, stroking your side with a featherlight touch that has your body vibrating in anticipation. Tucking it underneath, he pulls back the hood of your clit before pressing a fingertip to the bundle of nerves.

His arm locks around your neck as you begin to squirm.

Words fail you, nothing coming out of your mouth but tiny squeaks and the sound of you choking to get air into your lungs. Your eyes are shut tight, the inside of your lids decorated with pinpricks of white and pink.

He takes a few more thrusts until he can no longer force his way through your closing walls. He holds you as close as he can as you stop fighting and your hands cling onto his arm, the orgasm surging through you. Your pussy throbs until you milk him dry, his rasp hot in your ear as your bodies mould into one.

When you catch your breath, the adrenaline pumping through your veins approaches your chest and dispels into giggling.

“Shiiit…”

The laughter was contagious, Will’s chest rumbling against your back before he lifted himself from you. His cock draws out of you as he rests onto his heels and he watches you push his thick white cum from your opening, the audible churn as it dribbled out.

“Is this what happened last time?”

“Sort of,” you look over your shoulder, “except this is much more fun.”

His still stiff length twitched at your words and his cheeks went even redder.

“I’m gonna get some water, want anything?”

You pick yourself up, legs shaking and your dress falls over your frame covering the evidence, if you ignored that he was completely nude.

“I’m good,” you say, closing the space between you.

Leaning in, you kiss him, the flavour of your juices soaking into your lips. When he pulls away, he winks and retreats to the kitchen. 

Inside the others had carried on talking, Santiago on drying duties whilst Benny cleaned. Frankie clocked him first, eyes darting over Will’s post sex image and he stepped aside to allow him entry to the sink. Will grabbed whatever glass he could and knocked his brother out of the way, immediately switching on the tap.

“What the fuck?” Benny couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

Santiago leaned against the counter top and admired the view as Will chugged before going in for another.

“You ok?”

“Fucking fantastic, brother,” Will smiled at Santiago.

“See, Benny, it is working.”

Benny rolled his eyes, “My brother’s hard on is not proof that it’s working.”

Santiago didn’t know what other proof he could give, he shrugged, opening up his hands in disbelief.

“Will’s got a hard on, I’ve got a hard on and Fish—”

Abruptly, he stopped talking when he realised Frankie wasn’t even in the room any more. He ran his hand over his mouth, fingers tugging gently on his bottom lip as he thought about his next move.

“Come on,” he strode to the door.

Benny threw the sponge into the sink and followed him, Will stayed put, downing water to rehydrate himself. In the lounge, the other two were greeted by a euphoric sight.

Frankie had already made himself comfortable with his shirt unbuttoned, jeans and underwear pulled down his thighs and sat on the one armchair. You were sat on his lap, legs tucked either side of his as you sat with your ass to him, now fully naked. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and down his shaft, sweet and delicate grunts falling from your lips.

One of his broad hands was on your hip, fingers deep into the flesh as he guided you gently, the other at your neck, shaping your back into a perfectly formed arch. You tilted your head to look at him, eyelids heavy as the cock drunkenness begins to set in and his blown eyes reflect back at you.

“Looks like we have an audience,” he drawls.

Your eyes break away from his so you can catch a glimpse at who’s watching, through the fog of the essence you can tell it’s Benny and Santiago. A sharp sting comes across an ass cheek and you yelp, attention returning to Frankie.

“Feeling it?”

Benny took the question as rhetorical, of course he was feeling it now. His cock grew in a matter of seconds, the bulge visibly drawing the tension in his pants and Santiago tried not to look at it. 

Instead, he starts to unbutton his shirt, walking towards you and Frankie hungrily. He places a single finger on your knee and follows your form, a delicate touch over every curve before he takes his thumb and squeezes your nipple.

You bite your lip to stop the moan from coming, a slight stutter in the movements of your hips.

Santiago steps forward and looks down on you, beads of sweat on your hairline and flushed cheeks - god he loved you like this.

“How’s it going, Bunny?”

You gasp for air, “Good.”

His head tilts to one side, eyes flicking to Frankie.

“Just good? I’m sure Francisco and Will are better than that.”

Frankie’s fingers constricted around your neck causing your inner walls to pulse, more juices to flow down his length.

“They are,” you plead with them. “They’re so fucking good.”

Santiago could forgive you, words never came easily when you were overstimulated. Your hips had stopped moving and you sat heavily on Frankie’s length, your hand wrapping around his wrist as he loosened his hold on your neck.

He looked at his friend, “Can I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the way their eyes met.

Frankie removed his hands from you and you straightened you back, eyes following Santiago as he repositioned himself in front of the pair of you. Your hips had begun rolling of their own accord, only widening Santiago’s smile as Frankie hissed.

He roughly snatched your hands in response, bringing them together behind your back before he placed one of his in between your shoulder blades and eased you forward. You watched, saliva building as Santiago unbuckled his belt, slipping it swiftly from the loops. There are so many ways he could use it yet it gets tossed to the side along with his shirt and pants.

He picks your chin up, “Don’t look so disappointed.”

How could you be disappointed?

Frankie takes your ass in his hand, pushing to encourage you to start riding him. You’re slow at first, trying not to go hell for leather like the essence wanted, and at this angle, you can’t see him just hear how he purrs.

Santiago holds two fingers in front your face and you part your lips, running your tongue along the underneath as he slipped them in. You rolled your tongue around them before he pulled them out, a string of spit hanging briefly between the both of you. Licking your lip, you open your mouth wide enough for his stiff length and girth.

Tipping your head, you stick out your tongue and lick the precum from his radiating tip, the sharpness hitting your tastebuds. He sighs, cupping your jaw and drags you along his cock, stepping forward to graze the back of your throat.

“That’s it.”

His hands drop to his side as he allows you to the control.

You bounce on Frankie’s lap and swallow Santiago in tandem, moaning at the sensation of being full but also the fire in your muscles from being trapped in this position. After a few minutes, Frankie meets your hips with a thrust and you gag on Santiago’s cock as it twitches.

“You alright, cariño?”

You give a muffled response.

Looking up bleary eyed, Santiago’s one eyebrow arches as he double checks on you. You flutter your eyelashes when he brushes the hair from your face and tucks the strands behind your ear. His hand hovers before he runs his fingers into your roots and takes a fistful, the prickling travelling down your neck and shooting down your spine.

He begins to bob your head for you, the tip of your nose tickled by the hairs that line the base of his cock.

Benny had to get out of his clothes.

He scrambled to remove his sweater before freeing his cock from it’s prison. Dropping to the couch with a groan, his length swung towards his navel, this must be what it’s like when someone stumbles across one of his videos.

Every sound the three of you make floods the room, the smell of sweat as the heat builds and can no longer fight the overwhelming urge to wrap his hand around his throbbing shaft. He flinch, his cock so sensitive it’s like he was stupid enough to touch fire. Pushing through it, his jaw locked as he clench his jaw and cautious spread the bead of precum over his head.

Santiago heard movement and track Benny as if he had eyes at the back of his head. He adjusted his stance to let him see you, your features enhanced even from the distance. The glistening of your spit over your lips and round your mouth as you sucked Santiago’s cock, the wave in your throat as he moves in and out, the peaks of your tits wobbling every stroke Frankie took.

The rest of the world blurred around the edges.

Frankie could feel his legs seizing, the knot in his stomach tautening, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was dizzy from the high, different to the one used to gain from drugs, if he didn’t cum soon he was going to black out.

“We’re gonna need to hurry this up.”

Santiago gave him a singular nod.

Frankie let go of your wrists and tucked them just above your elbows before lifting himself from the armchair. Santiago kept you steady as he moved back and you almost didn’t notice you’d changed position until Frankie snapped his hips, plunging deeply into a new spot.

The vibrations of your groan sent shockwaves through Santiago.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.

He brought another hand to the back of your head, strategically placed in a way to not obstruct Benny’s view. He helped you take him smoothly as Frankie slammed into you again and again, making you see stars.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, stay with me.”

This was the first time Santiago had seen you go crossed eyed, your tongue so loose you were drooling down your chin, each choked huff sugary sweet.

Frankie could feel the essence pumping through his veins, his crotch was burning as his desire increased until he balls were full enough to explode. His final thrust forced you into Santiago’s stomach and he held you there as his seed coated your walls before your whole body trembled.

When Santiago came, he spilled his load deep into your throat until you swallowed every last drop. The orgasm carried on, your muscles spasming to the point where you pushed Frankie’s cock from your pussy. Your juices flowed after and in the pink coated darkness you could hear Santiago singing his praises, pulling his shaft from your mouth.

Your arms are still held strong by Frankie who worried you were about to collapse before the room came back into view. Santiago was crouch in front of you, rubbing your cheeks until you stopped seeing double.

“I thought it wasn’t meant to be this intense.”

He shook his head, “I dunno, honey, maybe it’s to do with the hormones.”

You were surprised he understood you, your tongue going numb.

Frankie coiled an arm around your chest and straightens you up, holding you close until you stop feeling floppy. However the goosebumps arrive on your skin as you can still feel a set of eyes drilling into you and your eyes finally drift to Benny.

He’s still sat down, his hand firmly clutched around his cock.

Frankie kisses you on your temple before he unravels you, allowing you to approach Benny, who’s hand relaxes. You pierce your lips together, your head dropping to one side as you inspect his length. Your fingertips skim the back of his hand that had settled onto the arm of the couch and his stern expression melts away.

“Need a hand?”

He shuffles forward, head falling back so he can gaze upon your beauty.

“You could use a break…”

Your heart sinks.

“So hold onto my shoulders,” he stands as he speaks, crowding you, “and I’ll do the rest.”

Curiosity paints your face as you look up at him doe-eyed. He raises his eyebrows before he moves quickly, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you off the floor. You scream, instincts kicking in as your arms winding round his neck and legs opening to wrap around his waist. Burying your head in your arms, he feels how tense you are, muscles shaking in your effort to hold on.

He chuckles when he feels your nails dig into his back.

“Relax, I got you.”

You lift your head up, leaning back to be greeted with beaming face. Your arms loosen up, your spreading hands sending a hot flash down his spine causing his cock to twitch. He repositions his hands to hold more firmly onto the meat of your ass, lining up with your opening. As your legs relax, he slowly sinks you down, cock entering your spent pussy with ease.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, eyes peeking to watch as his shaft disappeared.

Your inner walls pulsed as he dropped you inch by inch. The base of his spine was on fire, reaching over his hips, burning in his groin and he swore he could shot his load in you there and then.

When he filled you to the hilt, he let you become accustom to the angle and waited until you focused on him. Your chest was picking up speed as your heart rate quickened and skipped, the adrenaline of pleasure entering every end of your body. The flush was returning back to your cheeks, pearls of sweat on your décolletage as he watched.

“Just remember what I told you,” he says when your eyes finally meet.

He dragged his cock as you whine from the loss before he thrust back in, gradually increasing the speed.

Frankie tuts, “Show off.”

Santiago smiled, if his knees didn’t hate him, he would have taken you like this at some point. The training Benny did as well as his physique in general, helped him without the need for wall support though it wasn’t going to last.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Benny.

His furrowed brows as his head hung low, infatuated with how you were taking him, how more juices seemed to flow with every penetration. His dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face, the centre of his chest gaining a sweaty dew, his huffs a rumble against the thunderous claps of each other’s skin.

The tip of his cock nudge at the same soft spot every time, turning your legs to jelly.

“Benny, Benny, please,” you beg.

“Almost there, Bunny.”

His hips were moving as fast as they could, his grasp sinking deeper into your ass yet he could feel you going limp. When he craned his neck, your fingers were slipping to his neck, upper body slopping away from him. Suddenly, he was seeing everything in slow motion, the ripple that travelled through your curves every time he rocked his hips, your tits bouncing. Your head was thrown back, mouth slack as you tried to gain air in your lungs.

Every part of him began to stiffen from his neck towards his chest and abdominals, from his feet to his legs. His movements got sloppy before his ass clenched and the desire he held within dispersed, surging through his veins. The last thing he could do was move a hand to your back and shove your chest to his.

He grunted animalistically, hips jerking as he pumped you full of his cum.

You shuddered as another orgasm washes comes yet there’s no sound from your lips, that underwater sensation washing over you. All you can hear is Benny’s pounding chest, the ragged breaths he releases when finishes.

There’s a wobble as he staggers backwards before collapsing on the couch. He settles, twisting your head to one side to give you fresh air, the hand on your back rubbing soothingly. Another one of the boys approaches, you can’t tell who, and you listen to Benny drink hurriedly.

You don’t know how much time passed until you could lift your head.

“Thought we’d lost you.”

In your cock drunk state, you managed to focus on him admiring you. He brings a hand to your cheek, a thumb trailing over the hot skin and you tilt your head to deepen the touch.

“You’re gonna need this.”

Will crotched down next to you two, placing a hand on your shoulder. You lift your head, sluggishly moving the rest of your body and using Benny to push yourself up with your hands.

Looking to Will, he holds out an entirely full water bottle and winks before you take it off him. He clears the hair from your face as you tip your head back, chugging as the Millers keep their eyes firmly on you. You remove the bottle from your lips and take some big inhales before you can eventually speak.

“You two ok?”

Frankie and Santiago were staring dumbfounded until you snapped them out of it. The tips of Frankie’s ears went bright red and his eyes took a sideward glance to Santiago.

“All fucking good, Bunny.”

You knew Santiago was teasing you except you couldn’t care less.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s take you to bed.”

You move your legs first, setting your feet on the floor, then you press your palms deeper into Benny’s defined abs to lift yourself. Both of you groan as you raise yourself from his cock which landed heavily to his navel.

All of the boys were still hard and the desire already ignited again.

“Everyone’s coming, right?”

Will took your hand, “Do you really need to ask?”

You walked across the room, glancing over your shoulder when you notice Benny isn’t following, his body solidified to the couch.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Getting tired, Ben?”

He hated being called Ben and out of all of them, he knew he could last longer than Santiago. Flicking his middle finger, you left him to take a break, sharing one more fleeting glance to see him smiling as you stepped out of view.

—

Waking up in the middle of the night, you found yourself in between of Benny and Santiago, the three of you in the guest room. Both were out cold, their rising chests slow as they breathed softly, tangled in the sheets.

You wiggle from under the covers and crawl over the bed without disturbing them… or so you thought.

“Where are you going, honey?”

Santiago stirs, rolling onto his back, you can both just about see each other’s faces.

“I’m going to check on Frankie and Will.”

“They’ll be fine.”

You fold your arms and huff, “I’m still mad with you, remember.”

There was a pause.

“How could I forget.”

He turned over, shuffling closer to Benny.

Opening the door, you slip out and tiptoe down the hall before gently entering Will’s bedroom. It doesn’t take much to wake him, the dip in the mattress caused him to lift his head.

“Coming in with us?”

You hum and he tosses his side of the duvet aside for you to get in. Tucking yourself to Frankie, you draw your arms in and press your forehead to his back. He mumbles something incoherently and you sigh, a quiet smile coming to your lips.

Will pulls the covers over you and himself before coming near, his warm palm spreading across your stomach as he snuggled you.

In the morning, both sides of the bed were empty. You blink, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light streaming through a single slither in the curtains. Taking your time, you gradually haul yourself out of bed and stagger around the room to find something to wear. You pull on one of Will’s t-shirts and venture down the hall.

The house was alive, the smell of pancake batter frying in butter, the sound of chatter and laughter. You thought you may just be able to slip into the kitchen with them, nick a piece of incredible crispy bacon that would be on the griddle pan whilst one of them tried to pass you a drink.

Santiago’s spider-senses were tingling.

Suddenly he appeared in the hallway, holding two mugs in his hands. You freeze before he juts his chin towards the office and you go where you’re told. He follows behind and you shut the door behind him, placing the mugs down on the dark wood desk.

“What have I got to do for you to forgive me?”

He asked as soon as the mechanism of the handle clicked.

“Morning, Santi,” you say, not turning round.

“Morning, honey,” the words rush out. “So?”

You sigh, stepping forward whilst you hugged your frame.

“You’re forgiven.”

“Since when?”

“Since you managed to get five orgasms out of me.”

He’s lucky last night actually went so well.

Santiago wanted to correct you, tell you it was actually six but this was not the time to for bragging rights.

“Then what have I got to do for you not to be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”

He swore under his breath, in his second language so you couldn’t understand or maybe you could, he didn’t know by this point. Your attitude told a different story, you were closing yourself off to him, that constant soft smile of yours no longer there. He bites his tongue, not wanting to lose his shit, not wanting this to become a screaming match or for him to yell at you for acting like a child.

Your eyes were starting to turn glossy with oncoming tears and he saw how hard you swallowed, your jaw locking.

“Bunny…” 

His anger subsides, his tone less harsh. He comes to you, gently wrapping an arm around your back, the other hand cupping your face.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to lie to me,” the words caught in your throat.

Santiago nodded, his deep brown eyes searching your face.

“Or plan something as stupid as last night without consulting me.”

He shakes his head, “It wasn’t stupid.”

Now, who’s acting like a child?

“Santi,” you extend the ‘i’ at the end of his name, using your hands to cover your face out of sheer frustration.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

You fight him as he tries to pry your hands away until he stops and walks away. He approaches the desk and takes a coffee, leaning his ass against the edge, folding one leg in front of the other. When you drop your hands down, all you can see is his smirk.

“So, where do you stand on surprises?”

“Surprises?”

He hums, staring over the lip of the cup as he drank.

You try to keep your composure, straightening your back and folding your arms again but Santiago can tell your fit to burst.

“Depends how stupid they are.”

“Yeah,” his eyebrow arches, “A trip to Disney is kind of stupid.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

There had been conversations about a trip. The boys all wanted different things, Will was happy to hop from state to state trying higher end motels, his brother mentioned the desert and horses. Frankie was fine if there was a body of water, preferably a lake, whilst Santiago said a cabin in the woods with a hot tub. 

You vaguely remember alluding to the fact you hadn’t been to the parks in over ten years but if you were going to do it, you wouldn’t want just the day there.

The moment you said the ‘D’ word, Santiago groaned. It wasn’t that he hated it, more that he detested the idea of being surrounded by kids, overpriced food and Benny singing ‘it’s a small world after all’ on loop.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You’re lying.”

“You didn’t want me to lie to you anymore,” he held his hands up.

He’s grateful he put his coffee down as you sprint to him and throw your arms over his shoulders, crashing your lips squarely to his.

“I love you, Santi,” you say when you pull your lips away.

He doesn’t say anything and you scowl.

“You gonna say it back?”

He smiles, “Love you, honey.”

You give him a peck on the cheek.

“Am I allowed to let the boys know that I know?”

“Sure.”

With that you were gone, door left wide open.

“Bunny, your drink!”

The rest of them stood in the kitchen, chatting about what they could remember from last night, cradling cups of coffee and tea. It was the picture of calm until you burst in, bounding onto Benny who almost lost his balance as he took the weight of you around his neck.

“Hot pan!” He flung his arm out.

“We’re going to Disney,” you screamed.

Frankie and Will groan in unison. Benny put the pan down and wrapped his arms under your ass, scooping you up to his waist before talking to you enthusiastically about the trip without giving away any details.

“Pope, seriously man?”

“I thought we were telling her closer to the date.”

He shrugged, “I had to.”

Santiago would never admit why though Will gave a knowing nod and smile before turning his attention to you. He took the handle of the frying pan and switched the gas on as you twist your head round.

“Pancakes?”

“Please,” you replied softly and started discussing what you wanted to do. “We should do the drink around the world challenge!”

“Yes!”

“No,” Frankie and Santiago said immediately.

You pout to them as Benny places you down on the counter top. It’s short lived as you watch Will pour the batter perfectly into the pan with an accompanying sizzle. Benny still talks and you stuff your face with strawberries whilst Santiago and Frankie look on.

“You’re getting soft in your old age.”

“Shut up.”

Frankie knew full well it wasn’t old age.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

It's Been a Long, Long Time -Oneshot

Word count: 2928

Five years.  How could it have already and only been five years at the same time?  Y/N sighed heavily when she realized the date, a fresh wave of tears building up in her eyes.  Five years since her world shattered as she knew it.  Five years since her best friend, lover, and most important person in her life had disappeared.  The snap heard across the universe that had taken her love, her Bucky, and turned him to dust.  The day Steve came and told her what happened she had blacked out, her mind unable to comprehend losing him.  They had already been pulled apart because of the Sokovia Accords debacle, resulting in him hiding and being treated in Wakanda where she was only allowed to visit every once in a while to not arouse suspicion.  Now he was gone.  Forever.

Steve and the other Avengers still remaining tried to visit her, but it was too painful to see them and be reminded of Bucky and the past.  She threw herself into her work and hobbies, trying to distract herself from the pain and the overwhelming grief that not just she but everyone around the world was experiencing.  That was what made it even worse, in hindsight, was that everyone was experiencing the same thing, so the dead look in her eyes was mirrored by not just her own reflection, but by hundreds and thousands of other faces passing by.  Everything seemed duller, darker, and at this point she was just surviving rather than living.  

Steve tried reaching out to her again recently, leaving a message on her phone saying something about there being a different solution or strategy to try.  Y/N had deleted it, unwilling to hear anything about hope.  Hope was nothing more than a lie, a trick of the mind to mend broken hearts and delude oneself.  Her hope died five years ago.  A few days later as she was cleaning up after dinner there was a knock on her door.  She frowned, looking at the time and then at the door again.  She wasn’t expecting anyone, and it was close to 8 p.m.  The knock came again, more insistent this time, and she sighed as she put down the dishes and wiped her hands before walking over.  She opened the door and froze.

“Babydoll,” the man said.

No.  Oh god, it was happening.  Her mind had finally cracked.  It looked like Bucky.  Sounded like Bucky.  But there was no way.  Bucky was dead.  Bucky was gone.

“Y/N,” he said, looking hesitant and worried.  “It’s me.  I’m here.  Steve and the others found a way to bring us all back–”

“No,” she breathed, her head shaking.  Her head felt fuzzy, but she refused to let the darkness take over.  “You’re not him.  Why would you do this?  Do you like tricking people?  Hurting them while they’re grieving?  What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Y/N,” he stepped toward her.  “It’s really me.”

“No!” she yelled, and tried to shut the door.  He quickly stepped in before she could close it on him and she backed away.  “Stay away from me!  You’re not real!  This isn’t real!”

“Baby please,” he said, slowly walking toward her with his hands up.  “I’m so sorry.  I can’t believe it’s been five years and you were left here while I was gone.  Thanos–”

She suddenly barrelled forward and pushed him, making him stumble back against the front door.  “Get out!” she screamed.  “You’re not Bucky!  He died five years ago!  How dare you come here and torture me like this! GET OUT!”

His lips tightened, then he rushed toward her and hugged her.  Y/N fought against him, pushing, scratching, kicking and wrestling.  He let her tire herself out as he guided her toward the kitchen, then wrestled with her until he could pick her up and sit her on the counter.  “Y/N, babydoll, I know this is hard, but you gotta believe me,” he begged, the metal hand feeling very real as he used it to hold her hands behind herself at her wrists, his flesh hand cupping the side of her face and trying to get her to sit still.  He stood between her legs to stop her from kicking him, but she kept squirming to get out of his hold.  “Stop, babydoll, you’ll hurt yourself.  Please…Y/N!”

She sobbed, shutting her eyes tight as she thumped her head against the cabinet behind her.  Whoever this man was, he was a great actor, copying the same Bucky mannerisms and pet names that she dreamed of.  His flesh hand moved to the back of her neck, gripping her tightly and pulling her forward until he kissed her.  Y/N froze again, the shock and disbelief making her breath stutter as he continued to kiss her slowly, gently, like he was taking his time, like he couldn’t quite believe that he got to be here with her at this moment.  He kissed her like Bucky would, like only Bucky could, the way his perfect lips would move against hers.  Her mind and body were at war with each other, not quite fully believing that this could be happening.  But Steve had said something about a plan, a possibility…

He pulled away and kissed the tip of her nose before tracing his lips back down over her cupid’s bow to her lips and kissing them one more time.  Y/N’s eyes shot open at that.  It was a funny little ritual that Bucky always did right before he finished kissing her.  He pulled back slightly, his brow upturned and his gaze hopeful as she stared at him.  The same bright, big blue eyes, his perfect nose, the ever present crease between his eyebrows, the beard that covered his sharp jaw.  His metal hand released her wrists now that she wasn’t fighting him, and he reached it up to cradle the other side of her face, his metal thumb caressing across her cheekbone like Bucky used to.

Her heart felt like it was jumping out of her chest as it opened itself to believe.  She slowly reached one of her hands up, her fingers shaking as she traced her pointer finger over his lips, up his nose, around his eyebrow, then she moved his hair and looked at his right ear.  Her finger felt over the shell of his ear, and she gasped silently at feeling the extra curve in his right ear that he didn’t have on his left.  It…it couldn’t be.  She had lost him, and was still grieving him.  How could this be happening?

“The night before you left to come back to the States, days before the snap, we were on that hill by my hut in Wakanda, laying in the grass and looking at the stars,” he whispered earnestly.  “You yelled at the goats because they wouldn’t shut up.”  Y/N’s eyes were flickering back and forth between his eyes, the smallest smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she remembered that night.  How could he know about that?  “There was a shooting star, remember?  And I asked you to marry me.  And instead of saying yes, you pushed me and called me a little shit because of my bad timing.”  Her eyes widened even more, and she let out what sounded like a whimper, her eyes filling with tears all over again.  “It’s me, Y/N.  It’s really me.  I’m here.  I’m back.  Everyone is back.  We won.  And I’m never leaving your side again.  I’m so sorry, babydoll.  I’m so sorry you were left here by yourself.  Please believe me.”

Y/N’s hands cupped his face, holding him still and staring at him for another minute.  His hands moved to grasp her wrists, leaning his forehead against hers and staring back at her, his expression begging her to see and accept.  Her mind finally caught up with her, and the smallest flicker of recognition and belief made her feel like her brain was resetting.  “Bucky?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he nodded, a soft smile lighting up his face.  “I’m here, babydoll.  This is real.  I’m real.  It’s me.”

Something inside her felt like it was crumbling, like the last line of defense in her mind fell.  She sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight against her.  “Bucky,” she cried, her fingers gripping him too tight, like she was afraid he would disappear again at any moment.  “Bucky, Bucky Bucky Bucky…”

She could feel him crying against her, his shoulders slightly shaking as he held her, his hands caressing up and down her back, then down to her legs where he had her hook her ankles behind his back before he picked her up and walked toward her bedroom.  Once inside he approached her bed and lay down on it with her, keeping her tucked against him as they faced each other and hugged, cried, and kissed each other over and over again.  He was here.  This was happening.  Her love and hope had returned.  

Y/N couldn’t stop crying, five years worth of grief combined with a few more years of yearning and missing him before that while they were separated all culminated into this moment of relief and healing.  She kissed him everywhere she could reach, refusing to let go of him.  “I’ve missed you so much.  I’m so afraid, Bucky, I can’t tell what’s real, what if you disappear again?  What if this is all in my head?  What if I’m actually going crazy–”

“You’re not crazy,” he reassured her, kissing her just as much as she was kissing him.  “This is real, I promise.  I swear, just listen outside.”  She looked at him then slightly turned her head toward the window.  There was a muffled noise of screams and crying, as well as joyous cheers.  “That’s the sound of people coming home.  It’s gonna be a mess for a while, I’m sure.  But it’s real, it’s happening.  The second I could after the fight was over I was on the jet back to you.”  He suddenly looked wary, narrowing his eyes but looking resigned.  “Speaking of which, I totally understand if you, um, moved on, while I was gone.  I don’t expect you to have–”

“I didn’t,” Y/N said.  He looked at her incredulously, a mix of surprise and pride on his face.  “I couldn’t.  You’re the love of my life, Buck, so when you died, I died.”  His face crumpled at that, and he bit his lip trying to control his emotions.  “You’re it for me, sweetheart.”

Bucky leaned into her at the pet name, smiling through the new tears falling down his face.  “You’re it for me,” he whispered.  His hands slid down her body as he repositioned himself to climb and hover over her, shoving his face into the crook of her neck and kissing at her throat.  “I know it’s been a lot longer for you than for me, but can I please make love to you, babydoll?  Let me prove it’s real.  Let me make up for all the love you’ve missed that you deserve.”

A thrill shot through Y/N’s spine at his words.  She hadn’t dared to ever think or dream of having sex again after losing Bucky, so getting to have him again after all this time was making her ache from the inside out.  “Please,” she begged.

He moaned and moved his head back up to kiss her deeply.  He took his time, feeling over her and letting her feel him.  Even as he took off each layer of her clothing he admired her, and when he took his off he let her look, touch and kiss each part of him since it was all new again.  Bucky kissed every inch of her skin, his hands kneading her plushy flesh and lavishing on her most private and sensitive parts.  

He ate her out slowly, making out with her pussy.  Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, and he let her control his movements, nipping at her inner thighs and then using his fingers to help her cum once, then again, then again, licking and swallowing everything she could give him and watching her intently every time she came, his deep groan vibrating into her pussy as his hips rutted against the bed.

Y/N made him lay down and settled herself between his legs, reaching for his cock and then stroking it.  “Holy fuck I missed you,” he said, his moan morphing into a whimper as she took him in her mouth.  “Such a pretty mouth, taking my cock so well.  Look at you, babydoll.  Did you miss my cock?”

She whimpered and nodded as best as she could, taking him as far down her throat as possible before pulling back up and popping off of him.  “You have no idea,” she whispered before sucking him back in.  He was at her mercy as she loved on his cock for a few more minutes, then after a mind-melting, sloppy swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock he pulled her off of him.  

“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he said, leaning forward and pushing her back onto the bed.  “I need to be inside you.  Can I, babydoll?  Please?”

“Yes,” she nodded frantically.  “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled.  “I’ll fuck you later.  Right now I’m gonna make love to you, okay?”  

“Even better,” Y/N breathed.  

Bucky hovered over her again, aligning his hips with hers then gazing at her as he entered her at an agonizingly slow pace.  Y/N shivered at the feeling of being filled by him again, her eyes rolling back in her head when he was fully sheathed inside her.  His forehead rested against hers as he breathed heavily.  “Babydoll…oh baby,” he huffed.  “So perfect.”  Her pussy fluttered around him, making him shiver with her.  “Don’t, mmh, don’t move,” he grunted.  “So close already, huh?  You’re gonna make me finish too fast.”

“Didn’t mean to,” Y/N groaned.  “It’s just been so long.  You feel so good, sweetheart.  Always feel so perfect.”  She wrapped her arms around his back, keeping him flush against her body.  He hugged her back, his hips starting to roll into her.  Since he had made her cum multiple times she was already on the edge, and his gentle touches and kisses, his hot breaths in her ear and her hair, and being completely enveloped by him was making it harder for her not to tip over that edge again.

She didn’t realize she was crying again until he started kissing and licking at her tears.  “Don’t cry babydoll.  We’re together again, everything is gonna be fine.  Wherever I go, you go, okay?”  Y/N nodded, sniffling as her nails scratched down his back.  “I’m never letting you out of my sight.  We will never be apart again, as much as we can manage it, right?”  She nodded again, nuzzling his cheek with her nose, not trusting her voice with how emotional she was becoming.  “I love you.  I love you Y/N.  I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you–”

“I love you,” she said, kissing him deeply again.  “I love you Bucky.”  His hips moved faster, and she cried harder.  “Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never,” he said.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered.  “Oh god!”

Bucky’s flesh hand slipped between them and he flicked her clit fast, kissing her passionately.  Y/N finally fell over the edge, screaming his name into his mouth as she came.  As she shook under him, Bucky stiffened above her and groaned as he came deep inside her, rutting and fucking is cum as deep as he could.  They panted against each other for a while, Bucky nipping and kissing at her neck.  He pulled away, cupping her cheek with his metal hand and kissing over her eyelids.

“Look at me, babydoll,” he murmured.

Y/N shook her head.  “I can’t.  What if I open my eyes and you disappear like every other time?”

He made a wounded sound and kissed her deeply again before leaning back.  “Open your eyes, Y/N.”  She slowly peeked through her lashes, opening her eyes hesitantly then inhaling sharply at seeing him above her.  “I’m still here,” he said quietly, smiling.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

Her tears returned again and she hiccuped.  “I’m gonna be crying a lot for a while,” she said, making him laugh.

“No judgment here, babydoll,” he said, pulling his cock slowly out of her before rolling to his side and cuddling her close.  “We’re just gonna stay right here until I can convince you this is really happening.”  He smoothed some of her hair back and traced a finger over her face.  “I’m sorry–”

“It’s not your fault, Bucky,” she said, grabbing his hand and kissing it.  “You and everybody else who fought were doing the right thing, it just didn’t work out the first time.  We both knew going into this that it was dangerous, that the possibility of losing each other was very real.  I guess when it happened I just…didn’t know how to accept it,” she paused, sniffling quickly.  “I’m just grateful that we get another chance.”

Bucky smiled, his eyes tearing up again.  “Me, too,” he said, leaning forward so his forehead was against hers again.  “I love you, Y/N.”

Her smile beamed at him, gazing into his eyes.  “I love you, sweetheart.”

[luuvprincess]

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Now playing Damage by H.E.R Sierra

"Don't judge but I find that my boss is just fine as hell mani you should have seen him. It was the tattoos that did for me girl." I said as we're in standing in the kitchen cooking dinner together while having a smoke session. "And bitch he had me blushing on the first fucking day!"

She laughed a little shaking her head at me. "Was it that bad?" She asked. I nodded my head aggressively.

"Yes girl I was losing my shit." I tell her. I walked over to the kitchen sink and poured the pasta noodles into the drainer to drain all the water out. "Where's my phone I needa show you what he looks like." I said reaching for my phone. I opened Instagram searching up Joshua Instagram and I showed her his pictures. "Damn girl you wasn't lying and this coming from someone who has completely different taste I can see it in my head now you freaking out because you by some fine shit." She said.

"Yes exactly and when I was helping his son with homework I caught him staring once or twice." I said.

"Hey what if he likes what he sees." She said as she looked me up and down.

"No he couldn't he's my boss that's not professional at all." "Girl so if he makes the move first then it's okay because clearly he won't give a fuck about that professional shit."

I moved back over to stove putting the seasoned chicken on the stove next to cook. Imani passed me the blunt. I took my few hits out of it passing it back to her.

"I don't know what imma do girl." I said shaking my head.

"Your gonna keep working and not let the first day of work get over you head." She said.

"You right I'm over exaggerating." "Yea you think." I rolled my eyes at her shaking my head. After dinner was done we sat down and ate watched the new Episode of Baddies. As I was eating I got messages from Joshua.

(1) iMessages from Mr.Fatu Mr. Fatu Mr. Fatu: good evening Sierra just wanted to make sure everything was all set for Saturday

Sierra: Yes everything is all set I emailed yours and Jeyvon's plane tickets Mr.Fatu: Yeet thanks Cece see ya tomorrow have a good night

Sierra: 😂 you welcome and you as well have a good night Joshua

"Who got you cheesing over there?" Imani asked.

"Girl nobody." I answered as I got up. "You done babes?" I asked pointing at her plate. She nodded her head, I took her plate to kitchen along with mines and washed all the dishes while she put the food away and we both did a little part of cleaning the kitchen then we went our separate ways. I walked to my bathroom so I could take a shower. After my shower I got dressed and got in bed I put something on Netflix while I did some work.

Sierranicole 10mins ago

🩵WEEK LATER🩵

"Hey baby how's it been out there?" My mom asked as we were on the phone while I was on my way to Joshua's house. "It's been good actually I just started my new job last week."

"Really? How do you like it?" She asked. "I love it ma it's really easy my boss he's super nice." I could hear her smiling on the other end of the phone.

"Well that's good baby. I miss you out here." She said.

"I miss you too mom tell Selena and Booda I said I love them. I gotta go I love you." I said.

"I love you my sweet girl be safe." She said. "I will mom later." "Alright I guess I'll talk to you later then." The call came to a end as I pulled up in Josh's driveway next to his all black 2025 cadillac CT4-V black wing. I collected my things before getting out the car as i walked up to the front I seen he was in garage working out. He had these pink hoochie daddy shorts, his gold chain with the match bracelet, no fucking shirt chest all out honey. He was looking to fucking good.

This man is so damn fine no no Sierra keep it professional

"What's sup Cece." Joshua says taking me out my deep thoughts. I quickly shoot him a smile before walking into the garage. "Hey I brought lunch." I said holding up a bag of McDonald's.

"Oh word. Let me go shower real quick." He said as we walked in the house. I followed behind getting a good view his tatted back.

What the fuck is happening to me

I sat at the kitchen island and I took out food the bag setting it all up and I just sat on my phone while I waited for him. Today I needed him to pick which style he wanted to do for Saturday night. Just as I was sitting there I got text from Jashawn which I haven't talk to him since the day I ended things with him.

(3) iMessage from Shawn 🚮 Shawn 🚮 Shawn🚮: you moved you ain't tell me Sierra. That's what we do now Shawn🚮: Why I had find out through my homie that you moved why you ain't tell me Shawn🚮: It's cool tho mama imma find you some way some how

Sierra🫧: First of all Shawn what I do with my life literally has nothing to do with you Sierra🫧: secondly tell your bop ass friends to stop stalking me for you Sierra🫧: and third your crazy 😐

Shawn🚮: I'm not crazy Sierra I love you there's a difference

Sierra🫧: Love? Nigga please you sure have funny way of show your love for someone 🤨 Sierra🫧: and again we done Sierra🫧: what we had it's dead Sierra🫧: It literally does not exist my nigga and with that being said get tf of my phone Shawn🚮: you got a lot of mouth girl watch when I see your ass again Sierra🫧: and watch when me and my new nigga jump you

"Damn you good?" Joshua asks as he walked in the kitchen with a fresh pair of clothes on. I looked up from phone at him. "I'm fine just had to let someone know about themselves sorry."

"Hey along as your good we good." He said putting his hands up in surrender. He took a sat beside me grabbing what was his. I opened my laptop pulling out the 3 different styles he had to choose from.

"Okay your designer crew emailed these over to me they want you pick which ones you want for Saturday." I said showing him the screen. He looked at the screen analyzing the 3 different styles he had to choose from.

"This one." He said point at the one in middle. "I like the idea they were going for with it." He said.

"Yea I was thinking the same thing." I said turning the laptop back towards me I sent them team a message tell them which one he had picked.  "So are you ready?" I asked .

"Hell yeah I'm ready been working hard for this." He said. 

"Waffle house on me when you win?" I asked.

"You had me at Waffle House." He said smiling from ear to ear. I giggled shaking my head. "Okay it's a deal then." I tell him sticking my hand out as we shook on it.

"How are you doing with everything?" He asked.

"With what?" I asked.

"Work and moving to a whole new state how's everything been?" He asked.

"I mean work fine my boss he's chill can't really complain when there's nothing to complain about." He smiled as I continued "And as for moving to a whole new state it actually feels good the only thing is I really miss my mom and siblings sometimes." I said.

"How many siblings do you have?" He asked.

"I have 2 one older brother and a little sister." I said.

"Well if you ever need a vacation to go visit family let know I understand that family is important and is always first." He says.

"Thank you that's very kind of you seriously." I said with a smile. Joshua

The way Sierra smiled at me had me feeling some kinda of way I ain't felt in long time. We just sat at the island for another 30 mins just talking about random things learning things about each other.

"My family huge I got 3 brothers one being my twin brother and I got a sister and if you wanna count Joe as brother because that's really what we see him as so that would make it 4 brothers and a sister." I tell her.

"Really wow." She said as she sipped her drink.

"My roommate is the next closest thing I have family we've literally been friends since the womb she's definitely sister to more than anything and then my other best friend is my sister in law she married to my brother and they actually have twins girls Brielle and Arielle." She said.

We continue talking for about a another 20mins before she was getting ready to head out. I helped her bring her stuff the car even though all she had was her bag I just wanted to be extra. She walked in front of giving me a fabulous view of that ass.

"Thanks Joshua see ya later." She said as she unlocked her car door she turned around taking her bag out my hand. She put everything in the back seat.

"Drive safe Lil mama text me when you get home." I said pulling her in for a hug. She hesitated at first to hug me back but then eventually hugged me then we pulled away. She got in the car and back out my driver way she waved before she sped off. I watched untiled I couldn't see her no more. I walked back into the house closing and locking the door. I walked into the living room and decided to just play the game. (1) iMessage from Sierra

Sierra: I made it home I'll see Monday morning

Joshua:  Yeet have a good night Sierra and see ya Monday don't be late

Sierra: 😂 gn Josh

Next Part

HE LOST LAST NIGHT 🥲 it's okay bae you forever gonna be my number one champion 😘🩵.

But anyways I hope yall enjoyed VOTE and COMMENT. This was quick one I just wrote whatever came to mind I'm not gonna lie 😭.

Stay Jucey🫧🩵.

[mattsdiva]

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐦𝐬

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝟗 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Warning: jst us if y/n idk if this is rlly angsty?

Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for divider!!

Summary- Matt leaves y/n by herself at the hot doggers and y/n has a trouble of keeping all the dogs in control.

Read part 1 if you haven’t !!!

You take a deep breath before you walk into work, you get started right away mopping the floors, Matt walks in looks at you and laughs you smile as you keep mopping after you smiled at Matt two boys walked in, which one looked exactly like him you’ve seen them before the one in the beanie Chris the other was Nate. “Wassup dude, I didn’t know we have another twin brother” he says trying to fist bump Matt but fist bumps the air next to him. “Idiots been seeing double ever since he tried to half cab seven melon grab on the half pipe” nick says shaking his head Nate sees you mopping “omg Heyy, you got a new assistant Matt? Ohh that’s what your mom was talking about at dinner!” “Yeah, she’s somthing like like” matt tells Nick. “Look I though I could nail it alright I’ve been practicing and last night I saw an owl” nate looks at Matt then back at Chris “what does that got to do with anything?” “It’s a sign Nate” Matt walks around to go behind the counter “wanna know what I think you released your board to early, you gotta keep your knees bent while staying In position you’ve been doing the stretches I showed you?” Matt says lecturing Chris “okay we need some pizza therapy” all three walk leaving you alone before Matt could walk outside the door you shout “matt where are you going?” He looks at you holding the door “to get pizza, I’m hungry” stunned you tell him he can’t leave you alone all he says is secure the dog Donald in his cage and just follow the list on the counter then he left.

“Okay secure Donald in his kennel” you put Donald in the kennel as he starts to growl you stop the dog “I hope where not gonna have a problem here Donald.”

You look at the list “give Buford a bath, who is Buford” you get Buford and walk to the bath. Scrubbing the shampoo “see it’s not so bad” you turn around to see all the dogs outside their kennels seeing Donald had done this “Donald!” They all start barking beuford runs out the tub and you fell in “Donald ugh!” You say running after them “Hey stop get back” you stop as you see your boyfriend he runs over to you “her are you okay?” You laugh “I am uh I’ve been calling you have you been getting my messages?” “He makes some excuse somthing about it falling into a puddle or a toilet but not even a second later his phone rings “sounds alive to me?” “Look I don’t know how to tell you this.. this is not gonna work for me I gotta focus on my training for me and I don’t need any distractions” he says walking away from you.

You managed to get all the dogs you walked back into the dog daycare crying you see Mary-Lou the triplets mom and Matt cleaning everything that has fallen “what happend?” Matt asks concerned tears fall down your cheek “ask Donald that dog is mean and cruel and no friend of mine it’s the worst week of my like! I get kicked off the swift team luke broke up with me I chased these dogs halfway up a mountain and then I ruined my super cute boots!” Mary-Lou walks over to you and puts a towel over your shoulders “gosh that’s awful I’m sorry honey.” You look at her tears still rolling down your face “I’m fired right?” “Oh no honey this was not you fault! You should have been trained before you were left on your own!” Matt interrupts you two “oh so this is my fault?”

“No Matt I don’t blame you at all I except all responsibility!” Why don’t you take the day off?” Mary Lou offers “so you’re not gonna fire me?” No honey she replies “aw man!” you say crying leaning into her chest.

Taglist - @kenah-sturniolo @bernardsbendystraws @devotedlyteenagemusic @sarahsturnn @courta13 @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattspillowprincess

A/N omg haven’t wrote for this au in a bit I’ve been trying to write for my new Nick au soo you’ll be getting somthing for that soon and a new Matt blurb!! And maybe a Chris au idkkkk

[flyingwargle]

osamu follows his last customer out to retrieve the cloth noren over the door, bringing the end to another workday. he turns the lock with a snick, rests the noren against the wall, and lets himself release a small sigh.

his phone vibrates in his pocket. he fetches it, greeted by a slew of unread notifications – messages in group chats to coordinate hangouts, photos uploaded to social media that were taken in bars and restaurants, video clips of dance floors, alcohol glasses clinking under dim lights, blurred shots of drunken faces and laughter.

and then there’s him, the first one in and last one out, because the rest of his staff have better things to do than work.

he cleans in silence. he wipes the countertops, stacks the chairs. he empties the sink of dishes, spreads the cloths to dry, turns the lights off. he sits in his office with his laptop to tabulate today’s earnings, accompanied by the staccato of his keyboard.

he hits save. he exits the spreadsheet. he shuts his laptop off.

he gets up, takes his cap and apron off, hangs them on the hook in exchange for his jacket. after a final check that everything is locked and turned off, he exits through the back, locking the door behind him, and steps onto the empty street.

a weight behind his eyes forces him to squeeze them shut. goddamnit. he doesn’t need this tonight, doesn’t want this any night, if he’s honest. think ‘bout what ya have. his restaurant was built upon a foundation of sweat and tears. each recipe was perfected after experimentation upon experimentation in a dingy kitchenette. the satisfied hum from his customers gives him gratification, energy to continue despite the long hours and bone-deep exhaustion.

but god, is it lonely sometimes, especially with his boyfriend several prefectures away.

i wonder what rin is up ta. osamu rubs his thumb against his phone but resists from taking it out. he’s probably at the club, or enjoying a movie night, or eating out, or doing whatever his teammates dragged him out for. for all his grumbling, he probably enjoys it. who wouldn’t like the feeling of being included, of being significant enough that their presence leaves a mark, to the point that they’re wanted?

osamu isn’t like that. not when he finds himself by his lonesome.

every step forward takes immense effort. the lights are blurred, either from faint tears that threaten to fall or his astigmatism. when he finally reaches his apartment, he drags his feet to the third floor, inserts his key and turns the lock. instead of darkness greeting him, there’s light, along with the soft sound of the tv.

there’s a pair of shoes at the genkan. the door slams closed behind him. osamu kicks his own shoes off and drags his feet down the hallway. someone is on his couch, turning around to face him, eyes widening as they jump up and approach. “’samu.” rin’s voice is hushed. “what’s wrong?”

he doesn’t even realize that his tears are falling until his boyfriend spoke aloud. “oh.” osamu shrugs helplessly. “i…ya didn’t say that ya were comin’.”

“i wanted to surprise you. i made dinner.” rin gestures at the covered plate of yakisoba left on the counter. “i thought about going to the restaurant to find you, but that’d ruin the element of surprise, so i stayed here to wait.” his hands are light across his arms. “did something happen? you should sit. you’re probably tired after working all day–“

“why’re ya here?”

rin freezes, eyes darting toward him. “huh?”

“it’s friday.” osamu moves out of his grasp. “yer s’posed ta be out, havin’ a grand ol’ time. ya didn’t hafta come all the way here. it’s not like we can spend much time together since i gotta work, an’ ya have practice on monday. ya shoulda left me, by myself, doin’ my work…all alone…”

the tears come full force. rin captures him in his arms, holds him tight. “idiot,” he murmurs. “you’re my boyfriend. i don’t care if we only see each other in the morning or at night because we’ll at least see each other. if i want to spend my friday taking the train to osaka, then that’s my decision.”

osamu says nothing, just grabs hold of rin’s sweater to pull him closer. “i missed ya,” he rasps.

“i missed you, too. let me take care of you?”

rin brings him to the couch, then warms a pan to heat up the yakisoba, bringing it to him when it’s ready. while he eats, rin massages his feet, knuckles digging into his bones to relieve the pain from standing for hours on end. afterwards, he takes him into the bathroom, washes his hair while he sits on a stool, leaves him to soak in a hot bath. he returns with a towel and fresh pajamas, and they brush their teeth together before falling into bed.

osamu snuggles against him, their legs tangled together beneath the blankets. “i was feelin’ left out,” he murmurs, voice muffled by rin’s chest. “everyone's out an’ doin’ stuff, while i’m still workin’. it’s wrong o’ me ta feel this way, though. not when i have ya.”

“it’s okay to feel lonely. i feel like that whenever my teammates talk about their partners, and you’re not here with me. i know it’s only temporary, but the nights are long. soon, though,” rin whispers. “we’ll be together soon.”

their hands find each other’s, fingers lacing together. even if their visits are reduced to occasional trips like this, it’s enough to stave off the loneliness, the distance, because in the grand scheme of life, this period of separation will be nothing compared to companionship for the rest of their lives.

but damn, is it hard. osamu closes his eyes, presses himself closer to him. hard or not, he’ll persevere, as will rin, until the day they will be together permanently.

[charliehoennam]

from cramps to comfort

a/n: my bestie @harmonity-vibes has been having a bit of a tough day and i just wanted to make something nice for her. luv u, hon 💗

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

summary: you're on your period, everything sucks so tommy makes it his mission to help you feel better

warnings: mentions of blood, period, fluff, language, not proof-read

Getting off of work is the only thing you've been looking forward to the entire day. All you can think about is getting home and stewing yourself in a nice, hot bath to relief the aching cramps you’ve been feeling.

The day started off terribly wrong right off the bat. You had felt the cramps settling in the previous day and you even set a pad to try and prevent any accidents, but that was a total failure.

You woke up to the large red stain on your bedsheets and you just knew it was going to be one of those days.

As if the staining paranoia and the gut-twisting cramps weren’t enough to make you constantly uncomfortable, you also struggled to deal with your stupid fucking hormones.

Everything and everyone have been annoying or frustrating you for the past couple days. You hate that you feel like ripping everyone’s heads off and having their spleen for dessert. It’s not their fault; you’ve even managed to piss yourself off to the brink of tears. You just can’t help it.

You had no choice, but to brace yourself for the day. You thought about calling in sick, but you figured you could suck it up and face the day. It’d be over quickly and there was so much that you had to do.

After a hot shower to clean yourself up, you got dressed and took your phone from its charger by your nightstand in your rush to catch up with the clock.

Seeing Tommy’s name on the screen almost makes you forget about the pain.

“Morning, beautiful 🥰 Feeling better? Hoped we could have dinner together tonight?”

You read his message, but you have no time to write back. You’re running late thanks to your alarm and mother nature, so you scramble through your apartment to grab everything you could need.

The minute you lock your door, your phone starts buzzing. You lift it up to see who’s calling you and see your boyfriend’s face smiling back at you.

“Hey, Tommy”

“Morning, baby. You missed your alarm again?”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to set it last night. I really passed out, I was so tired.”

He can hear your footsteps going down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance.

“Are you feeling any better though? You said you were feeling icky yesterday.”

“And now I know why. I got my period.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, babe. Just Mother Nature being a bitch.”

“Is there anything I can d-“

“Fucking son of a bitch” you grumble as you push the stuck door to open. “Door never works. Sorry, babe. What did you say?”

“I asked if there’s anything I can do?”

“No, Tommy” you say holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you fish for your bus pass in your bag. “Fuck!” you groan. “Why can’t anything go right today?”

“What happened?”

“I gotta go back for my stupid fucking bus pass. I forgot it at home.”

“Baby, lemme give you a ride. I’m just a couple blocks over anyways.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to work? I don’t wanna make you late.”

“You won’t be, alright? Just wait there and I’ll pick you up, ok?”

“Alright, Tommy. Thank you so much.”

“See you in ten minutes, babe.”

You hang up and sit on the curb to wait for your boyfriend. The cold air tightens your muscles and you’re reminded of the pain in your core. You took medicine in your morning rush, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to numb it out entirely.

You sit and wait with your head tucked down over your arms. You’re so ready for the day to end.

Tommy soon arrives to pick you up as promised, but the wide grin on his face quickly disappears when he realizes how shitty you’re actually feeling.

It breaks his heart to see you in pain and feeling down in the dumps. He’s got a natural instinct for making people laugh and feel good. Not being able to do even that makes him feel useless.

It reminds him of the mental breakdown his brother went through years ago. Although he's gotten better and was able to return to his family a recovered man, depression hits him from time to time when he remembers what he had to endure.

Tommy never fails to cheer him up and remind him that he's a survivor. He might not be a doctor, but he does whatever he can to remind his loved ones that they are loved.

He listens to you vent on route to your workplace, making encouraging remarks when you mention your driving test is today during your lunch break. Tommy does his best to lift your spirits and reminds you of how well you’ve done during his lessons.

He’d been teaching you for the past couple weeks and, although he says you’ve improved a lot, you’re still nervous about the test because the instructor you were paired up with wasn’t exactly the friendliest of folks. It also didn’t help that Tommy is your boyfriend; he could be a little biased.

As you arrive at work, you thank him for the ride and kiss him good-bye. The hand he sets on your cheek makes you want to cancel the entire day just to be with him.

“Hey… All you gotta do is try the best you can today. And if it doesn’t go well, there’s always a tomorrow.”

His gentle voice chases your worries away.

“I know, baby. Thank you. Wish me luck?”

“All the luck in the world, sweetheart. Lemme know how it goes?”

“I will,” he pecks you once more before you climb out of his truck.

“Dinner at your place or mine?” he questions rolling the window down.

“Uhm, mine? Is that ok?”

“Fine by me, beautiful. Have a nice day. Love you!”

“Love you too” you chuckle and step back to let him roll the window back up. Tommy waits until you’re safely in the building to drive away.

Despite your best efforts, the day does not go as well as you had hoped.

The driving test was a total dud. Your instructor was a grade-A asshole. Your boss is riding you over some stupid report he managed to lose and accused you of not handing it in. Your insides feel like knives are churning in your walls. The headache you already took a second dose of painkillers after lunch still persists.

You can’t stop watching the clock and it seem that, as it gets closer to clock-out, time seems to go by even slower.

While you wither away at work, Tommy heads to the local drugstore. Standing the middle of the aisle, he stares at the vast variety of pads and tampons with a store basket in hand.

"What the f-" he whispers to himself as his eyes roam around in confusion. "Why does there have to be so many?"

His brows furrow like he's trying to build a spaceship. He picks one up to read the packaging. It might as well be in a foreign language because nothing makes sense to him.

He has no idea what difference between a pantyliner and overnight pad is. He doesn't understand why the tampons come in sizes.

Desperately confused, he whips his phone to dial his brother's number.

"Sam, hey! You got a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm trying to get some lady shit for my girlfriend, but I don't understand any of this stuff."

"Yeah, I've been there before."

"Like how do i know what her size is? Is it like the size of her lady bits?"

"No," Sam chuckles. "It's according to her flow."

"How the fuck do i know that?"

"Just get the medium tampons when in doubt. And I'd suggest taking overnight pads. Some girls don't like sleeping with tampons."

"Alright. What are wings though? Should I get them with or without the wings?"

"They're like parts that open up and stick to the underwear, so it doesn't keep moving around. I always get the ones with wings."

Tommy nods and places the phone to hold with his shoulder as he grabs the products from the shelves and sets them in the basket.

"You should probably take some Pamprin too. Midol doesn't work for every girl."

"What the fuck is that?" he frowns.

"Medicine for cramps, Tommy. And my tip? When you're in her bathroom, take pictures of the brands she uses so you don't forget."

"Fuck, I didn't think of that. I gotta do that. Thanks, man."

With 5 minutes left of the extra hours you had to put in due to the driving test, you gather your things and head to the bathroom for a quick tampon change before starting your journey home on the bus.

You haphazardly wrap your scarf around your neck and hook your jacket on to finally make your long-awaited exit, thankfully the day is done.

The door flies open as you eagerly walk outside, but you freeze in your stride as you see Tommy standing in the parking lot, stood against his truck smoking a cigarette as he waits for you in the blistering cold.

He grins watching your face light up at the surprise.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“Not too long,” he lies. He’s freezing his balls off, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, especially since the intention was to surprise you. “I thought you could use a ride.”

“I most definitely can,” you nod walking towards him as he stomps his cigarette out.

He flashes a dopey smile as he cranes his head to kiss you hello. He tastes like smoke, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to see him and to feel his prickly beard on your skin.

“Got a couple things for you,” he smirks down at you.

“Oh? Like what?”

“You gotta get home and see,” he chuckles slyly.

You and Tommy had given each other a copy of your home keys as a special milestone in your relationship. It was a major step for him. His time in prison taught him to appreciate his freedom and personal space more, so allowing you to come and go freely meant he trusts you beyond comprehension.

“Just tell me there’s food. I really don’t wanna cook tonight.”

“There’s food, baby. I promise,” he smirks opening the passenger door to help you climb inside.

After a short straight drive home, you head up to your apartment and gasp as you walk inside.

On the table, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in a pretty vase. That wasn’t there before. On the breakfast bar, you see you a box of pizza along with your favorite chips and chocolates all arranged neatly.

“There’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer too. And,” he pauses to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag off the counter. “I wasn’t sure what products you like better. I don't really understand this stuff but I got you medium tampons, night pads, Pamprin and some fuzzy socks,” he grins proudly. “I just thought they were cute.”

You laugh as you walk over to hug him, tears prickling at your eyes.

“Baby, this is so thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

 “Are you crying?” he asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but to be fair, I’ve cried like three time today already. It’s beyond my control. I’m just so tired and in pain all the time.”

“Aw, baby. I’m sorry. That’s gotta be tough. Is there anything else I can do? I-I can run you a bath? Hot water helps, right?” You nod in agreement.

The bubble bath you soak in melts your pain away. It could just be the medicine working, but the warmth of the water provides the relief you’ve been seeking the whole day.

Looking over at the feminine products on the bathroom sink counter, you smile to yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky with Tommy.

He might be a little rough around the edges. He smokes, he curses like a sailor, he’s got a temper, but he also takes care of you so well unlike any of your exes ever have before or at least he tries to.

“How you doing in there, sweetheart?” he smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts as he leans in the doorway already dressed in his warm sweatpants and white t-shirt.

“This feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, baby. But the pizza’s all heated up. You need to eat too.”

“I know, I’m just so tired to move.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to help?” he asks genuinely worried. “I can dry you off and-and, you know…p-put it in you?”

You follow his hands as he reaches for the open box of tampon and takes one out to study it curiously.

“How the hell do you get this inside though?” he asks frowning confusedly as he lifts the box to read the instructions.

“Where’s the applicator? Wait, was I supposed to buy that too? Does that come separately?”

Despite his eagerness to help, you can tell he’s slightly nervous of the idea of putting a tampon in you. The instruction and the product alone have him so baffled.

Your laughs echo through the bathroom as he blushes and chuckles along shyly.

“I’m just saying, I ain’t scared of a little blood.”

“Thanks, babe. But I got it under control.”

[bronz3y]

Anxious Love - Georgia Stanway

A/N

Hi everyone!, welcome to a new story I’ve been thinking about for the last few weeks, This is going to be a multi part story, so it’s gonna be quite long :)

If you guys have any questions of suggestions for the story, please feel free to pop a message in my inbox x

this character (Alex) ,ive written is very similar to my experiences of dealing with diagnosed anxiety, which has changed my life, not everyones experience is the same x

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of anxiety

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Chapter 1 

“Can I have a caramel frappe please?” the Starbucks cashier nods at Alexandra, leaving after taking Ellas order as well.

Alexandra and Ella have been best friends since they were 5 years old, Ella was the more outgoing one of the two, she enjoyed going outside and getting all muddy playing football. It was, and still is Ella's passion. Alexandra on the other hand was the more relaxed of the two, she enjoyed playing her guitar, drawing, and watching football, she wasn't very sporty at a young age, which has now changed, but she preferred watching football more than actually playing it.  Ever since Ella joined her youth team, Alex had been watching football religiously, always making sure to be there and support her best friend, and also by never missing a single match of her favourite team, Arsenal WFC.

 Alex and Ella had always planned on going to the same university together, Alex secured her spot at the university of Manchester by getting the grades she needed to study sports psychology, and Ella got her ticket in by earning her scholarship to play for Manchester university.

The two girls sat down at the star bucks, sipping on their cold drinks, even though it was december.

“God im so done with that one girl in my class, she has to make a comment about every point the lecturer mentions, like just shush man” Ella groans, shaking her head

“How does she even have the balls to speak in front of like a hundred people, that actually baffles me” Alex laughs.

“Anyways, me and the girls are probably gonna go out tomorrow night, a bunch of them are here in Manchester for a couple of days for some event” Ella tells Alex with a look in her eyes.

“Ella, don't even bother trying, i have an exam in a couple of weeks, if you want me to one day become your sports psych you need to let me study” Alex laughs shaking her head.

“Alex!, it's one bloody night man, you can leave your books behind to shag a girl” Ella wiggles her eyebrows.

Alex's jaw drops and Ella has to put a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter at bay.

“Ella!, oh my god you already know i don't do hookups” Alex huffs as Ella rolls her eyes at her best friend's words.

“Come on you can at least kiss one, just come and have some fun, you can make some friends besides me” Ella laughs

“Excuse me, i do have other friends” Alex huffs

“Lex, you and I both know that's a fat lie” Ella says after taking a sip of her drink.Alex looks down at her hands, knowing that her best friend's words are true.

“Hey, don't worry, if you come this weekend, you'll make some for sure, you just gotta put in a bit of effort, which is actually coming,” Ella says smiling sadly.

Alex looks down at her empty cup, nodding at Ellas words.

“Fine, I'll come, for once you're actually right about something Toone” Alex laughs

Ella rolls her eyes, “Whatever man, come on, let's go home and get warm, I'm freezing after this bloody drink” Ella shivers.

The two girls walk out of the starbucks together, laughing about some meme Ella saw on her phone. Once they got back to their shared apartment they began doing some chores around the house, Alex cleaning the living room and Ella preparing the dinner since it was her turn that night.

A couple hours later, Alex was relaxing on the couch after completing all her chores for the day and Ella was finishing up their dinner, which was some pesto pasta, made from scratch since Alessia had taught Ella a few months ago.

As Ella was pouring the pasta in two plates, the sound of her phone ringing echoed through the house.

“hello?..Georgia hi!”

Georgia Stanway, Alex has heard about her a few times, Ella and Georgia had met a couple years ago in one of the England youth camps, the same place where she met Alessia, who she knows well, Georgia on the other hand, she hasn't met yet.

Ella always mentioned that she was funny and very talented in football, Alex had only seen Georgia in some instagram posts Ella made while in football camp or when she would go out with her football friends, Georgia went to another uni about half an hour from Manchester most weekends they would meet up, sometimes Ella would get a train with Alessia to them, or they would get the train to Manchester, which is what was happening this weekend. Ella had also told her that Georgia went to uni with a couple other football girls Ella had mentioned to her, Leah and Lotte.

“Oh yeah, i know a good bar we can go to…no, G we are not getting a maccies, we are all gonna go to a nice restaurant before we go to the bar” Ella laughs into her phone, rested between her shoulder and her ear as she brings the two plates of pesto pasta to the table.

“Mhm, oh and by the way, i actually convinced Alex to come, she's not too thrilled though” Ella laughs as Alex shoots her a death stare.

“Alright G im gonna have dinner now but ill message all the details on the group alright?, okay, bye!” Ella hangs up and puts her phone down, replacing it with a fork.

“This pesto better be good, it took me 2 bloody hours man”

Friday 

Friday came around quickly,  Alex was in the apartment finishing off some notes since she had the afternoon off, but her peaceful silence was interrupted by Ella barging through the front door.

“Alex!, its time to find you a cute outfit for tonight” Ella sang as she entered Alex’s room, rummaging through her wardrobe.

“Ella!, its still 5:30 in the afternoon” Alex groaned

“We need time to get you all glammed up, now, what are we feelin’, a polo with jeans?, this one's very nice” Ella pulls out a navy blue Ralph Lauren polo with some white pants to match the white logo.

“Yeah alright, thats nice” Alex nods her head, ella smiles and puts the outfit on her bed

“Ok, hair, do you want me to iron it?” Ella suggests

It takes them both a couple hours to get ready, after a few arguments over Ella almost burning Alex’s ear with the straightener, they are about to leave their apartment. After parking Ellas car, they start to walk to the Italian restaurant Ella had booked.

Alex felt quite nervous about meeting more of Ellas football friends since she didn't play herself, her anxiety had risen a bit on the way to the restaurant, but she reminded herself that Ella was with her and that she already knew Alessia. Alex exhales as they approach the door.

As the two girls walk in they scan the restaurant and see the rest of the girls sat down, Alessia sees them and waves. 

“Hey girls, nice outfits” Alessia gets up and gives them both a warm hug, Ella then sits down next to Alessia.

Alex then looks for a seat and sees the only one free is next to Georgia.

“Mind if I sit here?” Alex says, Georgia looks up at her and smiles.

“Of course, there's nowhere else after all,” Georgia laughs.

“You're so stupid” Alex thinks to herself as she sits down next to georgia.

Lotte, Leah and Georgia introduce themselves to Alex, they all seem lovely girls, just how Ella had described them.

“So Alex, what are you studying?” Leah asks as the waiter brings their drinks.

“I'm studying sports psychology” Alex replies shyly

“Oh nice, are you enjoying it?” Georgia looks at Alex, Alex smiles at her

“Oh yeah, i've always been interested in it, and plus, i can make sure El has no more screws loose” Alex jokes.

“Oi!, all my screws are tight thank you very much” Ella huffs, rolling her eyes at leah commenting on how that's a lie.

As the rest of the girls are talking to each other, Alex and Georgia are eating their meals in a slightly awkward silence.

“What about you? What are you studying?” Alex asks to continue the conversation.

“Oh um, nothing special, just accounting, i wanna focus on football as much as i can so i didn't want to study something hard” Georgia says shrugging.

“That makes sense, you must be pretty good if you're planning to make it pro” Alex smiles at her.

“I guess so, thankfully i have football, i've never been a smart person” Georgia laughs.

As the dinner went on Georgia and Alex got to know each other, from life plans to favourite animals, and before they knew it, they were going to head out to the club Ella had mentioned. The girls paid the bill and soon enough they exited the restaurant into the cold night, the club was only a five minute walk from the restaurant, so they got to the entrance pretty fast.

As the girls entered the club, Alex was already overwhelmed, she hated being squished to sweaty men, the smell of cigarettes and weed, she hated all of it.

As the girls found a booth they all sat down, Ella announces that she’ll get the first round of shots. Alex rests her head on the table on her arms, trying hard to control the anxiety she feels, the familiar fatigue in her stomach increasing. “No” Alex thinks, “i need this, i need friends”

she balls her hands into a fist, she sits up and takes a breath, none of the girls notice, except Georgia, Alex can feel her looking at her from the corner of her eye.

“Alright, everyone take one” Ella announces as she comes back with a tray of shots, Alex grabs one and quickly downs it before she can overthink it.

Half an hour later, the girls had gone to dance, Alex insisted she was not a dancer and would much rather stay at the booth, as she does, she sees georgia dancing with the rest of the girls, her freckles and beauty spots being hit perfectly by the dramatic lights of the club, her pearly white teeth had been showing ever since she entered the crowd and started dancing to the rhythm of the overplayed songs.

Alex hadn't dated anyone before, her shy personality in highschool made everyone think she was weird, thankfully, she'd slowly grown out of it as she grew up, acting more like herself.

Alex had always known she fancied girls, she had never really had a crush on any boys, one time when Ella and Alex were 12, Ella had asked her if she had a crush on anyone, Alex replied with the first boy that came to her mind, but she never liked any of them, she just wanted to fit in, like Ella did, she did one time ask a girl out at 15, but she rejected her and made fun of her for liking girls, from then on the rumours started and everyone knew her as “the lesbian”, from then forward is when the anxiety started.

Alex snapped out of her trance when she noticed that Georgia was looking back at her, Alex quickly looked down, but then looked back up again, to see Georgia's eyes still on her.

Alex suddenly felt a presence behind her, or more so smelt,.

“Hey beautiful” a deep raspy voice mumbled behind her, Alex could smell the alcohol on the man's breath without fully turning around, Alex then felt hands on her waist, she froze, tensing as the man continued talking to her.

“Oi fuck off will ya?” Alex saw someone shove the guy off her, Alex could feel her chest tightening, making it harder to breathe, Georgia then appeared in front of her.

“Alex?, ya alright?” Georgia said quietly.

“I ca..i cant breathe” Alex manages to speak.

“Shall I take you outside?” Georgia suggests, Alex nodded at her words.

Georgia puts her arm around Alex’s shoulder, guiding her to the club's exit, as they leave the club, Georgia finds a bench and sits Alex down.

“Alex, breathe in and out, slowly” Georgia crouches in front of Alex, showing her how to do it. Alex nods and does as she says.

“Good, you're ok, you're safe” Georgia whispers, Alex nods, a couple tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh god” Alex breathes out when she can speak

“You alright?” Georgia says, sitting down next to Alex, a worried look on her face.

Alex nods at her words, resting her head back onto the bench.

“What that guy did is fucking horrible, touching you like that without asking” georgia says angrily.

“My anxiety got so bad, sorry you had to see that” Alex looks down

“Hey, there's nothing to apologise for, I'm glad I got there when I did” Georgia smiles, putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“Thank you for that, i shouldn't need someone to do that, i should be able to tell the person to fuck off myself” Alex says, playing with her ring.

“No Alex, it's not your fault, not everyone is like that, some people go into shock, like you, and some people punch or shove them away, like me” Georgia says softly, Alex nods at her words.

“I dont think im gonna go back in there” Alex shakes her head.

“I can take you home if you want” Georgia suggests Alex

Alex shakes her head, “Georgia, there's no need, seriously i-”

“Alex, I don't mind, I promise, and plus your house is like 20 minutes walking from here right?” Alex nods at Georgia's question.

“Alright, Ella told me that the place me and the girls are staying in is close to your accommodation anyways” Georgia smiles.

They both get up from the bench and begin to walk towards Alex and Ellas place. As they did so, there was a comfortable silence between the two girls, apart from the sound of cars driving by them and the occasional group of teens passing by. but Georgia's voice interrupted the silence.

“Hey, sorry if this is too much to ask but, I saw that when we first sat down, you looked really stressed out, were ya alright?” Georgia fidgeted with her coat zipper as she asked.

“No,no it's alright, I saw that you noticed, it's just i'm not a big fan of these things, going out to clubs and getting really drunk” Alex shrugged.

“It gives me a lot of anxiety, but i don't have any friends besides Ella, sure i had like 2 more back home, but i've been to uni for a couple months and i only have el, i need to make more friends” Alex looked down ashamed. 

“Hey, you've already made one” Georgia smiles at Alex, gently bumping into her, Alex smiles back at her, but it quickly fades.

“I just feel like shit,I don't want Ella to feel like she only needs to hang with me, she has you guys, and a couple other friends she's met here” Alex explains.

“I understand, i'm always here if you need anyone to hang out, if you want to of course i know i can be much sometimes” Georgia rants, Alex shakes her head.

“I'd really like that, don't feel forced to, i know you already have your own friends” Alex says

“There's nothing wrong with making more” Georgia says shyly

After a couple more minutes of walking and their hands grazing every once in a while, Alex and Georgia arrived at Alex’s and Ella’s home.

“This is me” Alex says, stopping at her apartment building door, Georgia stands in front of Alex.

“Thank you, for tonight, you didn't have to see me like that, im s-”

“Alex.” Georgia says sternly, “i wanted to, i know you needed someone with you”

“Thank you” Alex says softly, smiling at Georgia.

“Any time” Georgia smiles back, before Alex could walk away, Georgia spoke up.

“Hey, would you maybe want to go get a coffee tomorrow afternoon?” Georgia asks shyly

“I'm not too busy tomorrow, but if I finish my studying, I'd like to,” Alex smiles at georgia.

“Great!, erm what time works best for ya?” Georgia cringes internally at her excitement.

“any time after 5, is 5:30 ok?” Alex suggests.

“Mhm, perfect, i'm not really doing anything tomorrow, just training in the morning” Georgia laughed.

“Stanway and her football” Alex shakes her head, Georgia giggles at her words.

“Well if it wasn't for football i wouldn't be here, gotta keep it up eh?” Georgia rambled, Alex nodded with a “that's true” expression.

“Well, I should head in, it's getting late” Alex says softly.

“Yeah same, gotta get some sleep before training” Georgia mumbles.

“Goodnight, stanway, thank you for tonight” Alex mentions it again, she wants to make sure Georgia knows she's not taking what the girl had done for granted, no one has calmed her down that quick before.

“Of course Alex, i'll help ya as many times as you need while I'm with you” Georgia smiles, her cheeks slightly red due to the cold, or at least that's what Alex thought in her head.Alex then walks closer to Georgia, wrapping her arms around her, it took Georgia a second to hug her back, not expecting it, Georgia hugged her back tightly, after a couple of seconds, they parted, smiling at eachother.

“Goodnight stanway” Alex whispered.

“Goodlight Lex,” Georgia smiled.

As alex walked up to her door to unlock it, she looked back, watching Georgia walk away, she smiled to herself and let herself inside, once she got into her apartment, she prepared herself a tea, it always helped her calm down after an anxious day, once Alex had sat down, sipping on her tea catching up on her series, her phone vibrated.

“Georgia Stanway has followed you”

“Accept”

“You are now following Georgia Stanway”

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hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! :) x

[confused-mc]

☕︎ Lucien Headcannon/Ficlet:

Best Interests

Summary: Lil' lucien being a creeper and slightly obsessive + points for human emotional development.

Spoilers: CHAPTER 13

(don't read the afterword for Chapt 19+ spoilers)

Tw: blood, obsessive behaviour

Genre: Angst and fluff / + pining

The rest under the cut ~

He promises himself that it's purely in his best interests. A subject of study often needed close observation, right? He had spent too many times missing your entrances, your pacing outside his door, waiting for him to come back... Most likely it was nothing. Nothing inherently time consuming, or irritating, in the way Black Swan was; he had taught his lackeys as dispasionately as possible not to disturb him at his cover location. Due to the very off chance you became unpredictable in nature and decided for an impromptu tea-session at 1am, which had happened exactly once. But once was enough to make him guard his position in your life, more than ever.

It wasn't because that if he received a notification in his lab back at Black Swan, he could portal himself to you in a heartbeat. He could retain being the enigmatic Professor sipping tea at midnight, simply looking over a file or two. Invite you in, and pretend that the tiredness was simply because of staffing arrangements. Or that he had experiment results gone arwy, which required a twenty four hour catch up. A catch up he was still recovering from.

It was only once that it wasn't the truth.

It wasn't because that the times you dropped off sweets and food at his doorstep, once he hadn't noticed for three days. That you then sent a worried message about him being on a road trip without letting you know - because you were worried the tea-cakes were going to go off and felt embrassed you hadn't realised, or asked. When really, he had an irritatingly untidy hostage situation to deal with. The delay getting back to you, however, was due to taking an extra day for the cleaners to the wring blood from his gloves. And the lab coat, unfortunately, later met a grisly fate with the incinerator.

That if he had to be entwined with your life, missing the opportunities for crutial relationship building was not going to be one of his downfalls. He was adept, and far better than that. If he was to retain his status, it would be better to do it with his hands clean when he saw you again. Rather than hastily wiped fingers with an old towel, from a back draw in his apartment, flung over his shoulder. Making sure the red, fingerprint-smudged end of the towel was hanging down his spine. Him smiling tightly as you present him with dinner, wondering how to surreptitiously distract your interest, so he can shove the rag into the bottom of his kitchen bin.

He's never been disorganised until you make him realise, that in order to live as another, he actually wanted to shift his BS meetings. To shirk off the tedium of close-quarter, verbal sparring with associates (who held equally antagonistic qualities), in order to tease you over gyōza and cheap processco instead.

So when he fiddles with the ultra red sensors lining his doorway, he can only breathe in relief. Because the next time you touch his door handle, the rag he was holding wasn't covered in blood.

That, when you come to him for 1am tea-parties, he can rest assured that no black shape in the shadows sees how wildly he smiles around you.

Because, if he had to live beside you, the best moments were going to be for him, and him alone.

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Ha. I love this guy. We have so little hinted at his pastimes at 'work', and how inopportune it is for him to be at MC's beck and call. TOT

I swear, the only time we get a deeper look at his... Activities for BS, is the time at the Ball in Chapter 33? (discounting the Ares dates referencing to Winter world). And where did he learn to do all that in the ball, plus keeping up his shooting practice? In the name of evolution, and sCiEnCe, Lucien gotta be doing other nasty stuff XD. All of his 'off the record' experiments, including him producing the virus, must have happened at his other shadow lab at BS. (unless Lucien's uni research center has some creepy basement...)

Also, seeing how he shifts back and forth from Lucien to Ares gotta get exhausting. We see him do it so well, but man, when our baby gets feelings, I feel like his world starts to slowly loose its structure. The only time Lucien wants to change, to make room for *someone* else, he has to see the cracks start forming right?

Anyway, ramble over.

Gotta make an afterword long and yummy if its not short 'n sweet, right? XD

[primaltransbear]

You’d been bratting with me all day, sending me teasing messages, but what really takes the cake is when you’re intentionally late to meet up with me for our hookup. Sending me teasing pictures as the time I have before my evening plans runs thin. You think you’re being coy when you show up leaving me only a few minutes before I have to go out, that is until you enter the door. “Knees. Now.” You try and argue with me, telling me to let you get comfortable or at least take your shoes off. “You lost the privilege, look at what you did, you’re going to fucking take care of it now. I won’t be going out like this because you can’t keep track of time.” I pull you closer to me, unbuckling my pants and placing your hand on my hard cock. “Knees. Now.” You still try and argue, stuttering and red faced. I grab you by the hair, ripping your shirt open and forcing you to kneel in front of me. I pull your face up to look at me as I force my cock down your throat, thrusting and moaning to the sounds of you choking on my cock. After a minute I slow and pull your head to lock eyes with you. “Rub your clit, don’t shake your head at me, rub your pussy we both know you’re wet. It’s so much easier to get off when your moaning and bobbing your head on my cock. You’re dumb little mouth feels so much better when you’re excited. That’s it, fuckkkk.” I fuck your throat rough as I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time. “Oh motherfucker, we only have five minutes, fuck I need to cum before I go. Come here.” I grab you and bend you over the couch, pushing your panties to the side and pounding into you. “Shut up, you fucking love it. Besides what was that you sent me about wanting my cum? Maybe you’ll learn your lesson when you have to go to dinner tonight with my cum leaking down your legs gorgeous.” I pull you to kiss me as my nails dig into your hips, I’m slowing down but every thrust is as deep as it can go. I cum and as I clean myself off the timer goes off. “Gotta go, grab a spare shirt from my closet and clean yourself up in the bathroom before you go. I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and sweet thing? I meant it, you’re not allowed to clean the cum out of your pussy, as a matter of fact, send me a photo when you get to the restaurant. I wanna know you can take your punishments effectively.”

[mother2monsters]

Serendipity in Seoul pt 10

Destiny leaned against a railing, still riding the high of the concert. Her TikTok was blowing up—likes stacking, comments flying. Lyric strutted over from the meet-and-greet, grinning like she’d just won a fucking lottery, Lauren trailing behind in her oversized purple sweater.

Stacy had bailed. Meeting a friend, she’d texted—a weak-ass excuse that Destiny didn’t even acknowledge.

“So?” Destiny smirked. “How was Hobi?”

Lyric fanned herself dramatically before plopping onto the bench. “Girl, I think I broke him.”

Lauren cackled. “Details. Now.”

“I gave him the tumblers—with the business card—and this man could not stop staring at my thighs. Like, full-on ‘I wanna die between these’ energy.”

Destiny laughed, shaking her head. “Meanwhile, I locked eyes with Namjoon. And tell me why this man winked at me? I’m 90% sure he’s RM94z.”

Lyric screamed. “Bitch. Stop. No. Fucking. Way.”

“Dead serious.” Destiny pulled up her phone. “And the whole squad was there—Jungkook, Tae, all of them. I swear to God, I felt them watching me dance.”

Lauren raised a brow. “Were you dancing like a stripper?”

Before Destiny could answer, her phone buzzed. A DM.

@RM94z: You and your friend in the orange skirt—impressive tonight. How about a private dinner? My treat. Sending $5K for you both to get something nice to wear. You in?

A payment notification followed.

$5,000 received from RM94z.

Destiny’s soul left her body.

“He just sent me five grand for outfits.”

Lyric damn near fell off the bench. “Bitch, SHOW ME.”

Destiny turned the phone, letting them see.

Lauren smirked. “Private dinner? That’s a fucking move. Who is this man?”

Destiny inhaled. “Namjoon. My delulu ass says it’s him.”

She typed back, fingers flying.

Destiny: Dinner sounds good—me and Lyric are in. But my friend Lauren’s coming too. She’s got a job we don’t talk about, and fair warning: I know how to kill without a trace, and she can make a body disappear. Don’t try anything funny.

Lyric wheezed. “You’re wild for that.”

Destiny grinned. “Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.”

Backstage, Namjoon’s phone pinged. He read the message.

And laughed. A deep, rumbling sound that caught Hobi’s attention.

“What’s funny?”

Namjoon tilted the screen. “They’re coming. Destiny, your tumbler girl—Lyric—and their friend Lauren. With a warning: Destiny can kill, Lauren can hide the evidence.”

Hobi grinned. “That’s my girl. Already threatening me, and I don’t even know her yet.”

Namjoon tucked his phone away, eyes gleaming. “This is gonna be fun.”

The city hummed as Destiny, Lyric, and Lauren slid out of their cab, $5,000 from RM94z burning in their pockets. The private dinner invite was a loaded gun—mysterious, reckless, and theirs to pull the trigger.

“Five grand,” Lyric whistled, strutting toward a boutique. “We’re about to own this night.”

Destiny pinned her twists up. “Sexy but deadly—gotta match my no-trace energy.”

Lauren grinned, eyes sharp. “I’m keeping it clean and lethal. Bury-you-in-style vibes.”

They tore through the racks. $3,800 later—Destiny dripped in a high-cut, plunging red dress; Lyric gleamed in a gold mini, thighs front and center; Lauren killed in a tailored black jumpsuit. By 9 p.m., they were dressed to ruin lives.

And by 9:30?

They were walking into a private Itaewon restaurant.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Part 3 of: @justweirddino sending in funny and accurate asks.

As always I have put transcripts in the alt image descriptions.

The Gold and Silver twins probs have a massive list of enemies and vengances they want resolve, but they're so absent-minded that they frequently forget just why they dont like that person/what they did. They def find their own names among their "black book" of enemies and are just puzzled.

They haven't unlocked his friendship events yet. Gotta feed and talk to Macaque everyday like a Stardew Valley npc before he unloads his trauma.

MK is willing to use the Staff if it means conflict resolution. He will use it to threaten others to be nice.

Oh gosh, I love the idea of Huntsman having legit rizz, but it completely flies over Sandy's head. FIshman is sweet but damn he bad at responding to obvious romantic signs. X3

Wukong saw glowsticks become a thing and would spend ages trying to figure out How. Why stick glow when cracked/bended? Why no heat? Why did people scream when he tried drinking the yucky liquid inside at the discotech? He did't have his Staff handy for their introduction, so the second the Staff is no longer sealing DBK, Wukong tries cracking the Staff to see if it glows. He breaks his knee instead. Macaque laughed while MK was just puzzled Why.

The second Macaque is gone; Wukong turns into a mega-bachelor again. Hyper impulsive, binge-watching Monkey Cop, eating nothing but peaches and takeout. The second Mac gets back from the moon, its like walking into a house after a frat party. He def yells at Wukong to clean up his mess.

Nudity is canon. Wukong busted out the furnace naked cus it burned his clothes off.

DEFINETELY. Wukong is gotdang short already (apparently less than 1.3m/4.26 ft in the book), and Macaque being just a little taller would get so on his nerves! XD Even if both monkeys (unglamoured) reach about the height of a teenager, Wukong is def wearing lifted shoes. Macaque taunts him about it endlessly.

Oh gosh, I have an idea for TMKATI-au in Chapter 3; where Pigsy and Tang are "whisper-arguing" in the kitchen while Shadowpeach are in the restaurant sheltering from the rain.

Pigsy: "I'm not about to harbor a pair of shady demons just cus they look pathetic in the rain!" Tang, the one who brought them there: "Aww, c'mon Piggy!" *whispers* "They're having a kid and it looks like they got kicked out or something..." Pigsy: *annoyed snort* Macaque, hearing the convo cus ears: "...Wukong do you honestly believe this place is safe?" Wukong: "Uh yeah - I order from here all the time!" Macaque: *judgemental glare* Wukong, laughes nervously: "Haha...Ok. I'm not 100% sure. Honestly I was thinking about how we're gonna get some food... You're in a... vunerable condition and I want to make sure we're at atleast fed and warm before deciding anything major. You know... future-wise." Macaque: *sighs tiredly* Pigsy & Tang, eavesdropping via kitchen counter: *looks at one another* Tang: *gives puppy-dog eyes* Pigsy, conflicted growling: "Grr... OK FINE! They can stay for some dinner and maybe crash on the futon for a bit. But once the rain clears off, I'm kicking them out!"

(Pigsy procedes to not kick them out, and instead over the course of the late-evening meal decides to hire Wukong/let the two monkeys stay in the empty top floor of the building. He's bad at saying no to Tang and bad at turning away sad-looking rain-soaked monkeys.)

I always love these ask-ins, even if I ramble a little off-topic with the ideas they gave me! As always ty @justweirddino !

I put the slightly rauchier ones under read more.

This one is 100% a line Tang has said aloud and in front of polite company without batting an eye. He has no shame.

Macaque and Wukong too. Gotta make sure anyone within striking distance knows that you're both taken. By eachother. Macaque says it to tease, Wukong says it as a warning.

And finally, an ask @justweirddino actually messaged me about ahead of time due to it being about a rather... spicy topic revovling around the immortal monkeys not understanding modern slang terms. Had to put it in two screenshot to fit.

XD

Nezha has most modern slang downloaded into his brain by the time he gets to earth. Not to use, but to decipher.

Wukong is def the person to remember a random detail from a movie trailer from years ago and take what the trailer says at face value. Also the thought of him randomly declaring that a movie mom is a MILF, serious-faced as the others look at him like he grew three heads (again), is sending me XD

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Rant time, long post here we gooooo-

Oh Iger... You just keep being a capitulating dingus, huh? And I gotta keep talking about that, huh? I mean, I can choose not to... But I'm gonna, because I'm getting even more tired of Iger's nonsense and I want him OUSTED like yesterday. Like a Roy E. Disney "Save Disney"-style ousting. He's been CEO for over 15 years now, it's gone to his head and he's spiraling in the same way Eisner did in his final years, it's time to go!

So now we're down to environmentalism as a big no-no, in Iger's attempts to wipe future Disney films clean of any "messages".

I grew up in the 1990s. Environmental messages were all over cartoons and movies and media. In fact, we were sorta at the end of that "New Age" "back to nature" era, and we were now in a post-CAPTAIN PLANET sorta timeframe. A lot of stuff I grew up with was very nature-loving, very anti-corporate abuse of power and harm of the planet. Episodes of cartoons, specials, whole movies like FERNGULLY: THE LAST RAINFOREST, and even Disney had some environmental messaging going on in THE LION KING and POCAHONTAS... Though it wasn't without significant pushback, as this is nothing new.

Hey, you wanna hear an era-specific story that's really wild? Around the late '90s, some conservative logger wrote and published a belated "response" to Dr. Seuss' 1971 classic THE LORAX with... TRUAX... Yeah, we had weird DailyWire-lookin' rant shit that was in response to older "politically correct" books that existed for years... We had that nonsense back then, too! The right **always** had a problem with environmental stories, and they were always LOUD about it.

And I remember, when I was a teenager, going on message boards and such for the first time. Mainly IMDb, because it was for movies, ya know? 2005-06. I had seen George Miller's animated feature HAPPY FEET in theaters, with a packed audience who applauded at the end. I really enjoyed it, myself, but then... Logging onto IMDb... Seeing most of the user reviews and message board posts... Reading the utter contempt for it. How "politically correct" it was, that it was "propaganda" from the liberals. I remember Fox News having a conniption fit over it. One post online said something to the tune of "I was expecting Al Gore to show up at the end with a message." HAPPY FEET was released around the time of AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH, so that made matters worse. I remember that whole time of environmentalism being uncool, that you were some bleeding heart tree-hugging sissy-ass liberal mamby-pamby. Manbearpig. Etc.

... When that movie was really no different from every other environmental cartoon, movie, or show I've seen. HAPPY FEET's radical sin was... Calling out pollution and negligence of our oceans? Very basic stuff? Hell, much of George Miller's own MAD MAX saga is set in an awful post-collapse world where humans blew each other up over oil and riches. The only exception being the first movie, which is taking place DURING said collapse! And his work on BABE and directing the sequel PIG IN THE CITY, two very pro-animal rights movies about a pig that escaped from a dinner plate fate, hell the first BABE movie drove Farmer Hoggett actor James Cromwell to become a vegan. Like, c'mon. The blow-up over HAPPY FEET's environmentalism was very silly back in 2006.

Right-wingers and conservatives continued to complain about these kinds of movies. WALL-E got flack when it came out in 2008, which was at the tail end of W. Bush's presidency no less. The Illumination LORAX movie in 2012 got heat, and they also got all testy at THE LEGO MOVIE for being "anti-business" or some such nonsense when it's a movie that's literally based on a massive toy franchise.

These people are always going to be angry no matter what. It goes beyond giving trans people a time to shine, they will find something else that's morally right or generally good - like taking care of our planet, ya know, the big-ass rock in space that we live on - and throw tantrums... and taking the environmental message out of HOPPERS - a literal movie about beavers and a land developer looking to destroy their home... Like, Iger, what the hell are you doing? You were CEO when WALL-E was made, and when you regained the CEO role, AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER came out, which- James Cameron's sci-fi movie spawned a whole section one of your company's theme parks and- Are we gonna see a new edit of WALL-E that removes all references to what humans did to the future Earth setting in that movie?

Head-bangingly obtuse.

So what would HOPPERS be without the developer villains, then? What do Disney heads want out of new original $175m+ costing movies from the company's film divisions? If they just made some silly forgettable beaver cartoon, it could still have some artistic flair and flourish, but the whole appeal of the arts - not just movies made by some big-time animation studio - is that they're stories personal to their creators... Because humans want that connection when witnessing a work of art or being told a story. But no, companies as big as Disney are cynical enough to believe humans can just be fed AI-generated shit and they'll be satisfied. No, lots of people obviously want more than that. Why are they flocking to MOANA 2 and even MUFASA in theaters right now?

They feature characters that they connected with in non-neutered movies made a looooooong time ago.

MOANA and the original LION KING wouldn't be made under such strict, cowardly mandates now. MOANA especially: Oceanic setting and not-Caucasian characters, a story of a demigod stealing something that belongs to the land, causing environmental destruction- like, c'mon, it's absolutely about environmentalism and colonialism. It's "woke", "DEI", everything the right-wing HATES. And it was a hit in fall 2016/early 2017, which was right after that Orange Fartfrog was handed the election by forces that went against the will of the people who voted for the email lady over him. Still a big hit, despite that guy succeeding. And it continued to be a streaming sensation thereafter. The original LION KING may not have humans in it, but the whole 'Circle of Life' song and theme is certainly pretty environmental and about the ways of nature, and how we are... Ya know, all connected in the great circle of life?

From the day we arrive on the planet And, blinking, step into the sun There's more to see than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done There's far too much to take in here More to find than can ever be found But the sun rolling high Through the sapphire sky Keeps great and small on the endless round It's the circle of life And it moves us all Through despair and hope Through faith and love 'Til we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle The circle of life

Ya know, I read at least one diatribe about this song posted back in the '90s somewhere on the World Wide Web (dating myself there), calling the song "new age", "preachy", "brainwashing" whatever... Again, nothing new. Even back in the '90s, somebody had a hang-up with the goddamn 'Circle of Life' song from the goddamn LION KING...

You see how absurd this all is?

Wanna go further back? We'll go no further than LION KING's own inspiration, BAMBI! Which was absolutely about what Man does to nature, which paralleled Man's destruction of the planet during World War II, the war this movie was released during. And post-BAMBI, Disney made plenty of pro-nature movies, movies portraying hunting in a not-so-positive light. Disney made anti-fascist cartoons during World War II, training films. DER FUEHRER'S FACE, EDUCATION FOR DEATH, COMMANDO DUCK, THE SPIRIT OF '43. Sure, those were about the fascists overseas and were mandated by the U.S. government, but they made 'em, and didn't hold back. Nowadays, the company is in bed with these kinds of fascists, but at home, on American soil. Could you an imagine an explicitly anti-MAGA Donald Duck cartoon where the temperamental quacker socks a MAGAT? I'd love to see it, honestly. Where was I? Oh yeah, environmentalism... You even have a whole didactic theme park dedicated to the world we live in. Epcot! Ya know? Living with the Land?

Anyways... Before I keep grousing... So, erasing queerness from future projects (INSIDE OUT 2, WIN OR LOSE), now environmentalism (HOPPERS)... What's next? What do Disney heads dial back in their pathetic attempts to appease an insatiable beast? No more female protagonists? No more stories that aren't about white people? No more stories that are about, like, anything?

This will bite them in the ass, hard. Especially if they keep blowing massive budgets on these things. Filmmakers might walk from these projects, even.

Get rid of Iger, fuck Trump and the far-right, LET THE FILMMAKERS MAKE MOVIES.