#I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS ABLE TO SWING THIS SHIT LAST MINUTE

[thatstonedwriter]

IT HAPPENED

I was lucky enough to meet Brandon Rogers and Vivian Nixon Williams and get their autographs!! And I got some pictures with Brandon!!

I was so nervous and excited that I was low-key shaking. But it all went well! I was able to give him the bracelet I made, we joked a little, and that was it!

So. Fucking. Awesome.

[taintedpearls]

Hi girl how are you??

✨Could you do one where reader have a crush on vi and she's watching vi workout and can't stop looking at her, then vi notice and question reader about it idk nsfw or not do whatever you want ✨

˖⋆᭝ᨳ՟⋆˙ workout - daily click

cw: suggestive , 1.2k wc , semi (?) proofread

note: hi ml! i'm good, tysm! hru? i loved writing this

“i just don't get it! ‘don’t run in swinging every time, vi, it never works, vi’ well guess what caitlyn, all those guys are out of your way now! you should be thanking me!” the pink-haired girl's complaints about her work partner seemed to be never ending nowadays. you didn't mind listening though, especially when all you had to do was sit off to the side and out of her way while she worked out. you had found a comfortable spot on top of a crate, legs spread out either side and decided it was the perfect spot to watch her fight the automatic punching machine, each punch and duck more aggressive than the last in a futile attempt to rid herself of the anger cait had caused. 

“that sucks, i’m sorry vi. caitlyn just worries, i do too.” you attempted to comfort. In reality, you weren’t really paying attention to what vi was saying, but rather what she was doing. the way her arms flexed with each hit and how sweat glistened down the curve between- 

“helloooo? are you even listening to me right now?” vi interrupts your perverted fantasy train of thought. at some point she had stopped boxing and was suddenly standing right in front of you, in between your legs, waving a wrapped and gloved hand in front of your face to try and gain your attention. 

shame floods through you at the realization she might have caught you staring. your face heats up and your eyes widen as you try to figure out a way to save yourself further embarrassment. 

“yes, yes! of course i am! you were talking about how caitlyn doesn't want you to go in swinging anymore and how upset you were about it.” perfect. 

“that was five minutes ago. are you feeling alright?” vi asks, being quick to remove one of the bright red boxing gloves and bring her bandaged (as well as slightly bloody) hand up to your forehead while the other one rests on your thigh. fuck! you're quick to make a move to swat both her hands away, anxious about wether or not she'll be able to see that you're heating up not because of illness but moreover because of how her hand feels incredibly warm against your freezing thigh and just how attractive she looks working out. 

“vi, i'm fine! seriously, don't worry about it. i guess i just zoned out for a second. what were you saying? i’ll pay attention this time!” you guarantee 

she pauses, staring at you and analyzing your face for what feels like eternity, clearly unbelieving of your lie but not wanting to push it. 

“and you’re sure you feel okay?” she double checks, concern etched on her features. she’s ignored your previous pleas, putting both of her hands on either thigh to try and get a closer look at you, going up on her tippy toes just slightly. the way her nose crinkles up and how she bites her lip in worry you swear almost sends you to another dimension. 

“yes, i promise. now get back to working on your core or something!” you laugh, almost certain that this will finally get her back to being busy and punching the shit out of the machine again, but she doesn't move. Not her hands nor the relentless gaze she’s been keeping on you. 

silence overtakes the two of you and confusion lingers in the back of your mind. why wasn't she moving? You had already told her you were good and not feeling sickly. did she not believe you? did she see right through you? now you’re the one leaning in slightly, testing the waters, seeing where it’ll go. whether or not she’ll lean in too. She does almost immediately. 

you do a quick short inhale, “aren't you gonna go back to fighting?” it barely comes out as a whisper, but she hears you. If you moved just a couple centimeters more, your lips would be touching hers. You find Its becoming increasingly difficult not to think about. 

“no.” she replies simply, tone matching yours. 

“no?” you question, tilting your head to the side and now confused on where the conversation is going. 

“no. not until you tell me what the hell is up with you!” she says the last part louder, squeezing your thighs between your hands but not to the point it would hurt you. 

“oh my God-” you sigh, throwing your head back for only a moment while you think carefully about the next words that you’ll say. ultimately deciding that vi doesn't have to have the power here, and that frankly, you were quite curious to how she would react if you simply admitted to gawking at her. 

you lean forward again, closer than ever and so quickly she doesn't even notice until you start talking. you swear she looks down at your lips, even if only for a split second.

“do you even understand how hot you look right now?” you ask lowly, playing it cool with a straight but teasing expression. inside, however, it feels like you’re about to burst into flames. Her expression changes from a surprised one to what looks like a slight smirk. 

“oh? do i?” 

“mhm” is all you manage to muster, anxiety slowly creeping over you at her limited reaction. 

she leans in closer, your lips only a centimeter apart. “what are you gonna do about it?” her hands squeeze your thighs even tight and you can tell that if she keeps it up, it’s going to leave a mark. not that you would really mind. 

you exhale slowly, moving your hands from gripping the crate up her arms and around the back of her shoulders to her neck, gently playing with the bright hair at the back. She has to look up at you to meet your eyes and she swears she could die in that moment. you look like absolute heaven. biting your cheek in concentration and she has to resist letting out a groan, not even wanting to think about how ashamed she is with the current state of her boxers when you haven't even kissed yet. 

why exactly haven't you kissed her yet?

“how about-” instead of letting you finish, vi takes matters into her own hands. closing the gap between the two of you and clashing teeth instantly. you reach further up and pull on her hair slightly, which does make her groan and you’re eager to hear more of those noises coming from her. she gently swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission which you grant, and instantly your tongues are fighting for dominance. it's messy, you’re pretty sure you can feel a bit of mixed spit dribble down your chin but you couldn't care less in this moment when she feels this soft and absolutely magical. 

having to pull away to get air dragged the two of you back down to earth. A string of saliva connected the two of you that the girl in front of you ridded of by swiping her thumb across your lips, not without taking her time. heavy pants were the only noise in the gym as the two of you stared intently at each other. 

vi leans into that sweet spot between your shoulder and neck, nipping and biting at the area before pulling away and suggesting exactly what you were thinking, 

“should we go to my room?” 

[olivethewriter]

Love is a drug

hey y'all this is my first one shot, and I am kind nervous, but I just watched euphoria and thought this would be a good fic idea y/n goes to fez's house and gets drugged by mouse instead of rue leading to a steamy confession

You knock on your best friend Fezco's door. "Fez, open up! It's pouring out here!"

The door cracks open a moment later. "Y/N, you really shouldn't be here."

"Too bad, I'm starving," you reply,making a beeline for the kitchen. You grab your favorite chipst.

"Nah, Y/N, I'm serious. You gotta get the fuck up out my house," Fez insists.

"Man stop stressin," you reply, plopping down on his couch and flipping through the TV channels.

"My supplier's bout to swing by, and I don't want you here when he does," Fez explains, growing more tense.

"I'm hungry," you repeat, munching on another chip.

"Then take the fucking chips with you," he grumbles.

"You're being hella rude today, but—" Before you can finish, Fez's phone rings, breaking the tense silence.

After a long pause, Fezco shakes his head. "I could fucking kill you right now."

Fez heads to the door as you turn off the TV. A tall, tattooed guy, way taller and bulkier than you expected, steps in behind Fez. 

"Well, shit, I didn't know your bitch would be here," he says, eyeing you.

"Nah, man, she's just a friend," Fez replies, taking a seat across from you.

"Well, hello there," the guy kneels in front of you, extending his hand. "I'm Mouse. Pleasure to meet you."

"Um, hi," you mutter, cautiously shaking his hand. His intense gaze makes you uneasy, like you want to crawl out of your skin.

he says, he stands up and unpacks his bag and starts describing its contents.

"Sure you don't want any fentanyl?" 

“Nah man im cool too many ODs” fez says 

“How bout you little lady want any fent?”Mouse asks, looking at you.

"No," you reply firmly.

"Nah, man, she's cool," Fez interjects. You've never used drugs before (besides vaping once), and you certainly don't want to start with something as dangerous as fentanyl.

"You gonna let him speak for you?”you look to fez for help “look at me when i talk to you." Mouse demands. He grabs your chin, playing with your hair.

"Have you ever tried it?" he whispers into your ear. You shake your head, speechless.

"No, for real, bro, I don't want her messing with that shit," Fez asserts, his voice steady but tense.

"Don't look at him. Look at me," Mouse insists, grabbing your chin and staring into your eyes. "Ever tried anything?"

You remain silent, unsure how to respond.

"No, seriously, man, she's good," Fez tries to defuse the tension, but Mouse isn't done.

"You know that feeling when you come so hard you can't hear or feel shit?" Mouse whispers, leaning in close. You freeze, feeling the point of his knife against your glossed lips.

You pray silently. You can't believe you're about to die. But you glance at Fez and open your mouth.

The drug hits you fast. In less than a minute, you're numb, barely able to sense anything. You lie down on the couch, eyes barely open.

"You like that?" Mouse asks, placing your legs on his lap.

"Uh-huh," you mumble.

"Wanna try more?" Mouse offers, leaving light touches on your thighs.

"No, man, she doesn't want any more," Fez says, struggling to keep his voice calm, hiding his growing anger.

"I-I want more," you slur, wanting to feel like this forever. Mouse places patches in your shorts' waistband, his hands lingering on your hips.

"That'll cost you three hundred," Mouse says.

"I'm broke," you manage to say.

"That's too bad. Guess you'll have to find another way to pay," Mouse says, his hand creeping toward your hips.

"Man, don't make her do that. I'll pay for her," Fez interjects.

"Nah, thought you were too good for fent," Mouse retorts. Fez grabs the gun, but ultimately decides against using it. That's the last thing you remember before drifting off.

When you wake up, Mouse is long gone, and Fez is nowhere to be found. You're in Fez's room, wearing one of his sweaters. You get out of bed and head to the kitchen, where Fez is eating cereal.

"I'm sorry," you say, barely holding back tears. Fez turns around.

"No, no, don't apologize. It's my fault. I should've had you wait in another room or just fucking shot him," he says, seeing your quivering lips. He pulls you into a hug.

"That was so scary," you admit, barely keeping it together.

"I know, ma," Fez consoles you.

"I thought I was going to die," you confess.

"It's okay. You're here now, and you're safe," Fez assures you, pulling away to look into your eyes.

"I won't let him hurt you again," Fez vows.

"I know," you whisper.

When you thought you were going to die, there wasn't much you regret. You love your family. You're on good terms with almost everyone. But you had never been in love before. You always thought you and Fez would end up together, and it was only a matter of time. But life isn't guaranteed. Tomorrow might not happen. And the next time you almost die, you don't want it to be without kissing Fezco O'Neil.

You look into Fezco's blue eyes. Without thinking, you ask, "Will you kiss me?"

Fez's blue eyes widen, but he doesn't hesitate. His lips touch yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You look up at him, then at his lips.

"Do it again," you demand.

This time, Fez doesn't wait for you to finish your sentence. He kisses you fiercely. The kiss, sweet and hesitant before, is now intense and passionate. Teeth clash, and tongues wrestle as you try to get as close as possible. His strong hands wrap around your waist, and your arms tighten around his neck. You step closer, until every inch of your body presses against his. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He moves one of your hands from your waist to your neck, pressing a little harder. You let out a small gasp, pulling his face back into yours and kissing him harder. Your hands meet behind his neck, and unexpectedly, he bites your lip and looks into your eyes. You let out a whimper, but your phone dings.

"I need to get that. It's probably my mom," you sigh, disappointed that the moment is over.

"Yeah, of course," Fez says, setting you back on the ground. You look at the message from your mom, telling you to let her know if you're going to stay overnight at Maddie's house and come home.

"I'm so sorry. I have to go," you apologize.

"Okay, let me walk you out."

When you two reach the door, Fez speaks up. "Listen, I really like you. I want this to happen again. Can we do this again but not just like hooking up and shit? I want it all."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Fezco?" you ask, smiling.

"I mean, I guess, if you want to be," Fezco says, looking down and fiddling with his hands.

"Of course," you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

"See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Y/N," he says, watching you walk away, the ghost of your kiss lingering on his lips.

[buccini555]

≡ “I want to go back to being the Mikey I used to be”

⌕ x r e a d e r !

☆ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano (Bonten!)

⚠︎! references to post traumatic stress/trauma

★ As you never failed to do, you went to visit Manjiro at one of Bonten's many hideouts, despite the boy being isolated and most of the time not wanting to have contact with anyone at all, you really never failed to see your sweet boy.

As soon as you arrived, you looked for Sano, thus arriving in one of the rooms of the huge building, you came across Manjiro sitting on a small old and broken piece of furniture, as soon as you laid eyes on the boy and he noticed your presence, Manjiro invited you to sit next to him and you, of course, cannot tell that he was crying, or at least he seemed to have been crying a few minutes before you arrived.

— Manjiro? Something happened? Are you hurt?

You questioned, worry always took over your mind when seeing him in that state, even if you were already used to your loved one's depressed appearance.

— I-I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared right now.

He was different, you can see the difference in his blank look before, he seemed to be totally out of his "impulse", just being less aggressive and totally fragile at that moment.

— Scared? Why?

You questioned again, you were more and more worried, since you knew that the boy had not been well in the last few days, you watched him, curious to know what he had to say.

— You know, the memories won't leave me alone, you know, don't you? I live my nightmares even awake.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

Dealing with trauma? It was really never an easy task for Manjiro, he never managed to recover from all the tragedies that occurred throughout his life, only an emotional blockage took care of him, after all, he believed that if he didn't feel "nothing" anymore, the pain would pass.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

— I can't imagine how you feel, but I honestly didn't want you to go through that.

You wanted to hug him at that moment, but you just held back as you knew Manjiro couldn't handle contact well.

— My brothers... My friends... My family? I? Where did all this go? How was I able to destroy everything I loved most? And I still think my post traumatic stress shit fucked me up even more.

He started to cry almost desperately, you could feel his lover's pain, he really couldn't handle it all alone anymore.

— Y-you need to calm down, please baby!

Despite wanting to comfort him, you still feared for the mood swings he had, of course, he was never aggressive with you, but you knew that he just didn't show aggression because he gave everything to control himself.

Since those memories and flashbacks took over Manjiro, he never again had the ability to show the slightest bit of affection, but, he hugged you, as tight as he could, you can feel Manjiro's trembling body, which at that moment, looked more like the "Mikey" you knew years ago.

— I hate being emotionally fucked up, I hate being so traumatized! I hate myself for all the times I treated you like crap, I love you... I love you but I can't even show my fucking feelings.

Still holding you in his arms, he continued to break down in tears, you had never seen Mikey so sensitive, you just remained silent, not holding back the tears at hearing those words.

— It's okay, Manjiro, it's okay, I'm here.

You gently caressed Sano's face, trying to do your best to at least keep him comfortable.

— I want to go back, I want to go back to the start.

— Go back? What do you mean by that my love?

— Back to the beginning of it all...

You just remained silent, clearly Manjiro was thinking about all his past, friends, family, and most of all, who he used to be.

— Help me to be Mikey again, only you can do that for me.

— I'll do anything to help you, I promise! But, I think you better rest now, don't you?

— I'm sorry for making you worried...

— Come here, try to sleep, okay? This will help with your crisis.

You knew that Manjiro had been without sleep for days, the tired look on the younger's face wouldn't let him lie and say he was having a good night's sleep.

— I really love you, you make me feel alive again.

He looked at you with joy in his eyes for the first time in years.

— Rest, I want you to get better soon.

He subtly rested his face on your chest, as he used to do and while he slept, you just caressed the boy's bleached hair.

[caliburn-the-sword]

ranking ouat characters by how likely they are to lose a finger in a swordfight

preface: i'm gonna be poking fun at these funky little characters for fun, but i really appreciate how the show gives them distinct fighting styles!!! it both sets them apart both literally and by personality, as well as setting them up for interesting fights as different characters are pit up against different characters!!! that's really cool.

now, before i start, YES, a lot of things are gonna sound like an innuendo. get your laughs out about it now. if you make a dirty joke, i promise i will be in your walls <3

anyway, as i've mentioned in a previous post, my experience in swordfighting is in using wooden training sword , which weighs just under a kilo. i typically use this for the fancy, pretty looking stuff like patterns. in actual sparring, i'm using what's essentially a plastic pipe covered in foam which if i had to estimate weighs a quarter of a kilo MAX). a proper real metal sword, depending on the length, is gonna be somewhere just under or over a kilo. so contrary to all your fantasy novels or movies, you're not gonna pick up a sword and be like "oh shit that's heavy i can't even heft it up". you will very easily be able to pick up that sword. it only becomes heavy once you've done a lot of swinging it around, carried it for a while, etc. adrenaline can carry you through maybe the first three minutes, and then your exhaustion will hit you, and then you're gonna be carried by your own endurance primarily, but yes this does build strength so believe me when i say that all the ouat characters are canonically quite strong (but you didn't need me to tell you that lmao).

Last place: David

HIS SWORD THROW IS SO IMPRESSIVE. you will most likely end up very unarmed having missed the enemy and very at the mercy of your enemy who still has their sword. luckily for him IT WAS COOL AS FUCK that i won't be considering that a point of deduction, ESPECIALLY because he would have hit regina if she couldn't teleport.

now let me just say, his circle work??? very good indeed. he can take multiple enemies in a fight. he absolutely will NOT trip over his feet and get killed in that way.

now, i understand the flair for the dramatic in big, overarm swing type movements. i've got two concerns: first of all, how far he extends his arm when swinging his sword. he's opening himself to get his hand cut off, getting stabbed, etc. secondly, when you extend your hand that far and suddenly have to block a strike??? it's essentially the strength of your arm vs the strength of your opponent's ENTIRE body. you do NOT want that.

he also has a tendency to blend hand to hand combat with swordfighting, yikes. when swordfighting, a main advantage is your REACH and how much DISTANCE you're able to keep. david is essentially throwing all that away to get closer and throw in a couple elbows. he's gonna get himself very stabbed that way.

occasionally, he also does a big spinny thing and can i say PLEASE don't turn your back on your opponent you're ITCHING to get stabbed. interesting note: when he uses a two handed grip, he tends to swing like a baseball bat.

judgement: at best, he's lost a hand. at worst, he's dead.

Killian Jones

not even 0.5 seconds into his first fight with rumpelstiltskin, SIR WHAT WAS THAT WINDUP??? YOU'RE NOT THROWING A BASEBALL. after that he's got a decent fencing style. he keeps his free hand close to his body, where he doesn't risk it getting cut off. i'm concerned when he advances that he makes his stance TOO long. since this is a one on one fight, that's fine, but if he was fighting multiple people at once he would be taken out by being TRIPPED. that said it's still good that he advances and places pressure on his opponent. solid technique. HELP HE JUST DID THE WORST GLANCE EVER. rumpelstiltskin's sword was STILL UP and KILLIAN WAS ALREADY LOWERING HIS SWORD. THIS IS HOW YOU GET SLASHED IN THE CHEST. random wide swings???? i appreciate that he ACTUALLY aims for vital points, unlike literally everyone else on this damn show. killing someone pretty much stops YOU from getting killed, so his survival prospects have just increased despite everything.

killian has a GREAT ability to disarm his enemies. disarming your enemies = not being killed.

his movements in his fight with emma are ALL wide and dramatic. is he showing off???? i hate to say it but if YOU have a sword and someone is trying to tackle you, you should STAB them so that you don't risk losing your sword, impaling yourself, or your opponent getting your sword. horny bastard.

HE DID A DRAMATIC SPIN. JAIL. and wasting time gloating?? surefire way to give your opponent opportunities. he's lucky emma was never aiming for the kill to begin with, and was quite inexperienced.

we see VERY wide swings in the neverland arc too.

does not have a very strong stance when fighting blackbeard </3 killian being capable of using his hook to reinforce blocks by placing it down the edge of his blade is AMAZING. i don't know how to explain this, but when you're gripping the handle of your sword with two hands, you are pushing against a single point. when he holds the handle with one hand and braces the other end of the sword with his hook, the force is more evenly spread, making it stronger. the only way i can think of achieving that with two hands is by bracing against the flat of the blade, and by god i am NOT risking that EVEN tho it's just a plastic pipe covered in foam LMAO.

idc about the context you are absolutely NOT striking towards someone's feet. don't do that. very impractical, even if you're trying to force them to step somewhere.

anyway he's pretty decent at taking multiple opponents at a time, tho i do prefer charming's circle work.

judgement: this is so long BECAUSE HE'S SO DAMN INCONSISTENT. i noticed that past season 5 he gets back to being more consistent and fency. so i think it's during high emotional states when he starts going wide. unfortunately the big thing with fighting is you gotta be able to BALANCE your emotion or you're gonna slip up like hell. i REALLY wanted to rank him higher than i did (it was honestly very close between him and snow white) because like i mentioned, he doesn't hold back and has great disarming skills, however i find him too inconsistent to be reliable. catch him on a bad day (he has a lot of those) and he's sloppy. so yeah.

Snow White

she doesn't have as many swordfighting scenes as other characters, but she's quite promising. i won't fault her for kicks, even tho i personally wouldn't risk it, because she isn't getting up close and personal like an elbow would (looking at david). she has a tendency to get low, which like major no no. mega yikes. you lose all your reach with that. i'd like to commend her for being able to get BEHIND her enemies quite often. anytime you can manage to NOT be where your opponent is pointing their sword is a pretty good one. however she also likes to spin, and you know how i feel about that. she doesn't swing too dramatically (like the others before her on the list), and she tends to put more of her body behind her slashes and parries rather than using her arm to tank it all which i really appreciate. i also REALLY noticed her grip (in a good way). mainly because i couldn't watch her footwork. that goes hand in hand with my previous point, you gotta have a good grip to put your body behind in strikes. i would say her biggest risk is getting her hand chopped off, but otherwise i reckon she fares quite well.

Number 1: she's an icon, she's a legend, and she IS the moment Emma Swan

really appreciate emma also managing the sword toss. anyway, tbf what i'm judging rn is one of her earliest swordfighting scenes GIRL DON'T DUCK UNDER A SWORD?? DON'T GET LOW FIRST OF ALL, AND SECONDLY IF YOU MISJUDGE YOU LOSE YOUR HEAD. please DODGE or PARRY or BLOCK. emma has the same big swinging problem as david. IF YOU LOSE YOUR SWORD DON'T GET CLOSER GET FURTHER. IDC HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO GET YOUR HANDS ON HOOK, THAT'S A GREAT WAY TO GET STABBED. then she CRAWLS (turning her back on her opponent) for her sword instead of JETTING IT. girl a sword is gonna do you no good when you're ON THE GROUND YOU CAN'T SWING OR STAB FOR SHIT. now if you pull up the clip and see her FIRST strike once she gets on her feet again, first of all: SHE WASN'T EVEN AIMING FOR ANY VITAL SPOT SHE SWUNG LIKE HALF A FOOT FROM HIS HEAD. secondly that grip is giving me second hand embarrassment. what is that.

next significant swordfight we see is with gold in season 4. her fencing-like stance?? cool. she is NOT leaving her torso or neck open to any stabbing whatsoever. she kept her free hand close to her body for a SIGNIFICANT portion of that fight which is AMAZING. homegirl is NOT risking her hand getting cut off. slay. also, when she's going for power, she has a two handed grip and puts her ENTIRE body behind the thrust. very impressed. she's also got GREAT footwork and she is putting PRESSURE on gold by advancing and pushing him back.

now, in her fights with gideon, she does a lot of very awkward and stiff two handed grip. girl PLEASE do not get lower to glance off, step to the SIDE. she falls back into big wide swings but she was going through something. i KNOW that's contradictory to what i said about killian, but EVERY other time she has powered through and this is the exception.

judgement: as much as i was making fun of her, we only see a few blunders most of which she was always going to survive because of how big a simp hook, not to mention those were within her first few DAYS of having a sword. she then went on to become who i think is the best swordfighter in the whole show, so emma clears all

[your-divine-ribs]

Daddy

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Another old request from these NSFW prompts: 11. "Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy” / 55. "It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off” / 60. "Come for me, you've done so well”

Use of ‘Daddy’ not in a fatherly way // I forgot how dirty this one was I’m so sorry ha ha // can’t believe i’ve just had to read and edit it whilst my bf’s sat on the sofa across from me fml 🤭

Imagines Masterlist Main Masterlist

"Va-an..."

You're feeling bored, neglected and more than just a little sexually frustrated. Your boyfriend came back from tour last night but he's only given you the barest of attention. Usually he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you after four whole weeks of no physical contact. Smutty text message exchanges and steamy phone sex have been keeping you both going whilst he's been away but now that he's back you don't want to settle for anything less than the feel of his lean, hard body against yours whilst he fucks you unforgivingly into the mattress... or up against the wall... or over the kitchen counter... or anywhere actually... as long as he does it goddamn soon before you explode!

"What's up babe?"

He's asking but he's hardly interested. He's not even looked up from his acoustic guitar, fingers nimbly moving up and down the frets, pausing every now and then to scribble something in the worn notebook on the sofa next to him. The tip of his tongue's poking out the corner of his mouth and his brow is pulled up into a small crease. He's the picture of concentration, and you know it'll take more than a few sulky pouts and whiny comments to steal his attention away from music making. You try anyway.

"I'm bo-red..."

You drag out the word, sighing deeply for added effect, reclining further on the armchair. You're sitting directly opposite Van, watching him, waiting for him to look up so that you can catch his eye. He does but it's only fleeting.

"Sorry love... you know I've got to get this song finished by Friday. The label are expecting everything to be ready for the album so I can't let them down."

You huff stroppily, aware that you sound like a spoiled brat but not being able to contain your frustrations, hoping that Van might take pity on you. "But what about me? What if I feel let down?"

"Y/N..." He looks at you then, properly for the first time, a tinge of annoyance clouding his features. "This is important."

"Well... aren't I important?"

He softens slightly, but you can tell that he's still frustrated. "You know you are... but I'm back from tour now. We can spend loads of time together when I've got my shit together and everything's ready. But right now I gotta concentrate."

Song-writing usually comes so easily to him, as naturally as breathing, so the fact that he's been working on the same few lines for the last thirty minutes must be exasperating for him. Maybe he just needs to take a break. Maybe you need to distract him... just for a little while. It might help the creative process.

You shift in the seat, your short skirt riding up around your thighs, pretending that you're just getting comfortable. You glance down like you're completely unaware of the effect that you're having on him, but you can already feel the heat of his gaze on you. It's instinctual... the way you two are drawn together. You've never shared this kind of chemistry with any other partner before. It’s addictive... and you so desperately need a fix.

Still not looking at Van you lift a leg up off the floor, draping it over the arm of the chair, absentmindedly swinging your foot, aware that in this position he'll have a perfect view right up your skirt.

A loud twang sounds out followed by string of quiet curses and you eventually look up, feigning surprise when you see Van glaring back at you.

"What?"

Your innocent tone doesn't match your body language, your chest pushed out, your legs spread enough to give Van a tempting glimpse of what he's missing.

"Stop it... I mean it."

The warning doesn't deter you though. You just look back at Van with a challenge in your eyes.

"But I'm not doing anything... I'm just sitting here being bored."

"You know perfectly well what you're doing, but I'm not falling for it... not this time. Now can't you go and be bored somewhere else and just leave me to it?"

You weren't expecting this. He sounds resolute and snappy and disappointment sinks in you at his words. Maybe you're losing your touch? Or maybe he just doesn't find you as desirable as he used to? The thought pains you and you try to brush it aside but the worry lingers. You never thought the ardour that you two shared would ever dampen but now here he is, turning you down when you're practically offering yourself up to him on a plate. Your thoughts stray to the passionate nights just before Van left for tour when you'd played around with roles. You'd always loved Van's dominant side in the bedroom and it had turned him on like crazy seeing you all compliant and needy for him. His good little girl. Maybe you just need to try a bit harder... ramp it up a notch.

"Okay, okay, I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here, I promise."

You smile to yourself as you swing your foot even more, knocking it against the side of the chair. It's not a particularly loud noise but you know it'll be a distraction for Van. You can see his jaw clenching up tight, a tell-tale sign.

"Y/N... what did I yell ya?”

He doesn't look up. He doesn't need to. You can hear it in his tone, his nerves are definitely frayed. So you drop the bombshell, a provocation that you know he won't be able to ignore.

"You're such a mean Daddy."

His eyes flick up at once, meeting your wide-eyed gaze and petulant pout, a deadly combination of little girl lost and tempting vixen.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me..."

He holds you there under his scrutinising stare, his expression hard but his eyes pooling with heat. It sets off a warm glow between your thighs where desire simmers. You spread your legs even further, catching your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting.

It doesn't take long for Van's gaze to travel downwards, and that's the deal-breaker.

"You're not wearing any panties."

You release your lip as a smirk takes over.

"Oops!"

If there's music to be made it's temporarily forgotten. In one swift motion Van's swung the guitar around and off his lap, propping it up against the side of the sofa. He cocks his head back, watching you, his legs splayed and his hands palm face down atop each thigh.

"Oh, baby, what did I say before about distracting Daddy when he's working, hey?"

The warmth between your legs takes on a life of its own. You can feel the wetness gathering there and you squirm where you sit, finally pushing your thighs together, needing to feel something.

"Sorry..."

"You're not really though are you?"

It's a question he doesn't want an answer to. You both know it. The anticipation builds as you look at each other from across the room, only broken when Van pats his right thigh, finally speaking in a soft but subtly commanding tone.

"Better get yourself over here then and we'll see just how sorry you really are..."

You push yourself up from the chair quickly, eagerness spurring you on, your heart racing as you step towards Van. He watches your approach, a coolness on his features that belies the hunger in his eyes. You come to a stop just in front of him in the gap between his legs, looking down on him, waiting for his cue. When you're playing these games he has all the control.

"So... you want my cock then... is that it?"

His brazen words arouse you even more and you shift where you stand, surreptitiously rubbing your thighs together. You're a ball of pent up sexual energy, fidgety, and you don't know what to do with your hands, your fingers catching the edge of the hem of your skirt, running it through your fingers.

"Uh-huh," you finally say, looking at Van in that coy way that you know drives him crazy.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up."

This is how it goes. When you're feeling small and submissive he always makes you spell it out to him. He knows damn well what you want but he likes to hear the filthy words fall from your sweet little mouth, drawing it out of you with your whispered words and flushed cheeks.

"Yeah, I do want it," you say, but that's not good enough. He raises an eyebrow in a condescending fashion, staying silent, knowing you'll speak soon.

"I do want it... your cock..."

You squirm where you stand, crimson staining your cheeks, the throb between your legs intensifying.

Van's lips pull up into a sly smile as he takes in your need. "Are you forgetting your manners angel?"

You fist at the material of your skirt, bunching it up around your thighs, feeling shameful. But that's part of the turn on. You can feel the stickiness of your arousal coating your inner thighs.

"Please Daddy..."

"Good girl," he utters, and you feel those two words reverberate straight to the heart of your core. He doesn't take his eyes off yours as his hands go to his belt, unbuckling it slowly.

You're expecting him to order you down on to your knees and you find yourself licking your lips automatically at the thought, but to your surprise he suddenly stops, just short of unfastening the fly of his jeans. There's a wicked glint in his eye as he speaks.

"Maybe we'll do things a little differently tonight. What do you say huh? Maybe I want you to show me exactly how much you want it first."

He reaches out his hands to curl around your hips and he draws you in gently. You shuffle forwards, bumping into his leg.

"What do you mean?"

He doesn't answer straight away, but you feel his hands moving around the waistband of your skirt, fingers dipping under it, probing for the zip. Your heart thuds as he eases it down slowly, smiling up at you as the material starts to slide down your hips. Your skirt pools around your feet where it comes to lie on the floor and you step out of it, kicking it aside.

"That's better, wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours," he says, his voice smooth.

"Mmm..." He hums and licks his lips as he gazes upon you and your breath catches in your throat as you imagine the feel of his mouth on you, but it never comes. Instead he pushes a finger gently into the slickness between your lips, softly rubbing over your clit in a circular motion, drawing a moan from you. You push your hips forward automatically, needing more.

"So wet baby," he purrs. "Is that all for me?"

"Yes Daddy... it's all for you."

You reach out a hand to rake through his hair, hoping to bring him closer, tempting him to delve his tongue where you need it the most, but he resists, moving his hand away and looking up at you instead.

"So needy aren't you? Come on, come here, be a good girl for me."

You don't understand at first, but it soon becomes clear when he pats his thigh again, his other hand reaching for your hand, pulling you even closer.

"Come on... sit right here, that's it."

You comply, stepping around so your legs are on either side of one of his, and you lower yourself down as he gently guides you, letting out a shaky breath as you come to rest fully on his thigh, your bare skin flush against the roughness of his jeans.

He grasps the hem of your t-shirt, yanking it up quickly and you lift up your arms to allow him to pull it over your head. It gets cast down on to the floor, leaving you completely naked while in contrast he's fully dressed.

"You're fucking beautiful, ya know," he mutters, but he doesn't touch you, he just lets his gaze roam over your body, fire in his eyes.

"Van... what..." you begin, but he cuts you off with a finger swiftly pressed against your lips, instantly silencing you.

You shift where you sit, your breathing deepening already at the feel of the pressure where you've been craving it all evening. You have the urge to move, to grind on him, but you hold yourself steady, looking at him with wide eyes, waiting, anticipating how he might pleasure you.

But it's still not happening, the smirk on his face growing wider as he speaks, his free hand smoothing down over your hip and then holding you steady.

"This is what you wanted isn't it? To get yourself off? Well... go on then... show me how much you want it."

You're confused for a moment and it must show on your face as you search his expression for a hint of a lead. His finger hasn't left your lips either, but you go to speak, knowing he'll quiet you but trying anyway.

"But Van..."

He does speak then, cutting you off. Slow and teasing.

"Oh... what? You thought I was just gonna make you come?" A soft chuckle before he continues. "It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you get off."

And then he leans his head back, his forefinger trailing down to hook under your chin which he tips upwards so you'll meet his gaze head on.

Your whole body feels hot, thrumming with the promise of a pleasure he's now denying you, your punishment for needing him so desperately. And you do need him, you need him so badly you can feel your hips twitching already, the small sense of relief as your heat presses against his clothed leg.

"But this isn't fair," you whine sulkily, pressing yourself on to him but needing so much more.

His thumb immediately presses against your lips, quieting you again. "Nuh-uh, no more complaining. I think maybe we'd better find something else for that pretty little mouth to do."

As he speaks he traces first your upper lip and then your lower one with his thumb before it comes to rest at the seam of your lips, pressing firmly until you grant him access, letting him in. He slides his thumb into the warm wetness of your mouth, desire clear on his face as you start to obediently suck on it, pursing your lips as he pushes it further in until it fills your whole mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

You love it when he takes control like this, you feel vulnerable but so desired, and you know if you follow his lead and obey his commands the rewards you'll reap will be immense, made even more wicked by the subtle degradation as he commands that you pleasure yourself whilst he watches on.

"Come on then... you're so fucking desperate for me aren't you? Show me how much."

You start to move, tentatively at first, pushing your hips forward and back, your aching clit rubbing against his denim clad thigh, making you shiver. You hadn't actually expected it to feel quite so good, but it soon becomes apparent exactly how aroused you are as you find the urge to press down even harder taking over. You raise up your hands to hook over his shoulders to steady yourself and give you more leverage to grind against him.

"You're gonna have to work a bit harder for me," he urges, and you moan around his thumb as he bumps his leg a little, sending jolts of sensation through you.

The atmosphere is heavy, charged with the sexual desire you both feel and your arousal is growing by the second as you rub yourself harder on his leg. He slides his thumb even further into your mouth, overwhelming you, your eyes pricking with tears as you fight the urge to gag.

Your hands fist at the material of his shirt over his shoulders, fingers digging into his back, clawing at him as you buck your hips. Heat's growing in your core with every thrust, the divine contrast of the roughness of the denim against your throbbing clit. You're so aroused that you can feel wetness flooding between your legs and starting to drench his thigh.

"Look at the mess you're making," he taunts, looking down at his leg and you follow his gaze, embarrassment flushing your cheeks at your obvious need, your juices soaking his jeans. "Messy little baby... look how wet you are..."

His voice is low and teasing and he tuts and shakes his head. The shame turns you on all the more and you increase your efforts, pushing your hips down harder, the most sinful of moans falling from your lips at the delicious friction on your clit.

He has the control but you know you have all the power, you can see it in his eyes, the desire you spark in him. The magnetism you two share is addictive.

"I want you to come for me. Can you do that?"

You feel close but it's not enough, heat building in your body with every thrust, your hips undulating at a fast pace now. Choked groans and ragged breaths fall from you, urgent gasps when your clit finds just the right pressure against the taut muscle of his thigh. But it's not enough. You need more to tip you over the edge.

"I asked you a question. Use your words angel."

His voice is soft but with a commanding edge.

Of course it's impossible to speak clearly with his thumb invading your mouth the way that it is and he knows it. All that comes out is a frustrated whine. He smirks at your exasperation, bouncing his leg again which just makes you moan even louder. Your clit is throbbing, your wetness increasing the sensitivity as you grind back and forth. You're so desperate for your release you think you could cry.

And then he suddenly slides his thumb from your mouth and you release it with a pop, a string of saliva dripping down your chin.

"I can't... I can't do it," you whine quickly, all frustration and breathless need. "Please... I need more. Please Daddy."

His eyes darken even more, his pale irises almost black, pupils dilated with so much lust. His tongue darts out to swipe at his lips which glisten enticingly. The way he's looking at you excites you, there's so much craving and awe in his eyes, the intensity of his stare heightening the thrill.

"What do you need, huh? Tell me."

You want him to give in, you need it so bad, frustration swelling in you like a wave. The temptation of your peak glimmers like a tiny spark deep down on your core, glowing embers just waiting for the catalyst to spark. But this isn't how it works. Your desperation is what drives him, your neediness like a drug to him.

"Need you... please... want you to fuck me."

He slowly shakes his head, his seductive smirk both maddening and arousing. "Nuh-huh, you gotta come for me first, then maybe I'll consider fucking you..."

You increase your efforts, grinding on him shamelessly, a light sheen of sweet coating your skin. Your pert breasts bounce lightly as you thrust and buck, nipples stiffened and standing proud. Every movement makes you whimper now, your slick pussy deliciously sensitive from the friction, his jeans soaked through.

Maybe he takes pity on you, or maybe you're just too hard to resist. His gaze drops to your lips, lingering on the plushness of them, raspberry red and bitten from your frustration. In a swift motion he closes the gap between you, pressing his mouth against yours.

His kiss is urgent and passionate, stealing your breath as his tongue slides against yours. You moan into his mouth, your grip tightening on his back, fingers digging furrows through his shirt. His strong hands grasp at your hips, driving your body down hard against his leg. He pushes and pulls you back and forth with ease, increasing the pressure until your body starts to tremble as each stroke rubs against your clit just right, making you writhe. It feels heavenly now, your climax so close you can taste it.

He pulls back to watch you, pushing your hips down impossibly harder, his tight grip on you sure to leave bruises. You reward him with the sluttiest of moans, loud and guttural as you feel the spark ignite in your core, your pussy clenching tightly.

"Fuck... I'm so close," you gasp, teetering on the edge, looking at Van with wide pleading eyes, silently asking his permission to come undone.

"Come for me baby... you've done so well."

At his words you let yourself go, heavenly bliss radiating through every fibre of your being, your mind and body exploding with your pent-up, shaking release. Van watches on with lustful awe as you tremble and spasm with each blissful wave, moaning like your world's falling apart. Curses fall from your lips as your body finally goes slack and you collapse against him, pushing yourself further up his thigh so that your bodies connect.

"You did so good for me," he coos into your ear, one hand caressing over your hips, the other rising up to smooth lovingly over your hair and down your back. "Is my baby happy now, huh?"

You bury your face into the crook of his neck, fingers clinging on to his shirt, still gyrating lightly on his thigh even though the sensitivity is making you tremble. You feel good, but it's still not enough. He's just too addictive. In your new position you can feel the thickness of his erection pressing against his jeans, tantalising you as you imagine it sliding into you as he rocks his hips against you at a punishing pace.

"Mmm... want more... want you..."

You let your mouth graze his neck as you speak, feeling his pulse skittering wildly under your lips. His breathing is harsh and deep in your ear, and you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. Despite his cool demeanour you know damn well that his control is stretched dangerously thin, you know that him watching you fall apart like that will just make it all the harder for him to resist. All it'll take now is a tiny push to tip him over the edge. So you do it.

"Please Daddy... want you to fuck me hard. I need you so bad. Want you to fill me up."

His breath catches as you press your soaked core against the bulge at his crotch, tempting him even more. You hear a throaty laugh before his voice sounds, low and deep.

"Oh you greedy girl, you always want more don't you?"

You nod your head, coyly, whispering another breathy please which fires him up even more, his softness falling away as the hand that was stroking your hair winds quickly around a handful at the nape of your neck, pulling your head firmly back.

You gasp from the sensation but you don't fight it, letting him manoeuvre your body to the side so you fall completely across his lap, your head pressed down face-first into the plush cushions scattered on the sofa.

"I'll give you more alright. You wanna be fucked huh? Want me to fuck you hard? Make you moan like the needy little slut that you are for me?"

You mumble out a yes, your voice muffled by the cushions.

Van shoots up on to his feet in a flash, eager now, his earlier reluctance to pleasure you completely overridden as his desire takes over at the sight of you wet and aching and ready for him, prone over the sofa. You hear the unmistakeable clinking sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper being pulled down in haste.

A spike of an exhilarated thrill shoots up your spine in anticipation. This is what you wanted after all, your seduction finally paying off. You go to brace yourself up on your hands but you barely have time to adjust yourself before his hands are on your hips, strong fingers curling around them, pulling you back on to him. The head of his cock butts up against your ass a second before you feel him rubbing his tip against your slit, begging for entrance.

"Daddy's gonna take care of you now..."

The feeling of his cock sliding into you is so blissful your mind spins away from reality. He enters you hard and fast, true to his word. The slick from your cum is lubrication enough that it's not painful, but it still makes you cry out, the sudden stretch to accommodate him wrenching the breath from your lungs.

Van lets out a gravelly groan, pure relief at being inside you. He buries himself in you up to the hilt, and you feel your body shudder as he strikes your g spot at an angle that's almost too much to bear. Almost but not quite, a sweet overwhelming sensation that's simultaneously too much but yet somehow not enough. You push your hips back, begging for more.

"Feels so good..."

Van's only too eager to oblige, pulling you back firmly by the hips on to his cock as he drives into you again, the harsh sound of his skin connecting with yours mingling with your choked whimpers.

"Baby you always take me so well," he grunts, a sharp slap delivered to your ass before he’s pulling back time and time again, each thrust seeming harder and impossibly deeper until you feel like he might tear you apart.

Your hips fit his large hands so perfectly, like they were made just for this purpose, his cock so snug inside you, stretching you out so all you can feel and think about is him.

Your trembling arms suddenly give way and you fall back down on to the cushions, your face pressed into the material. You have no control now. All you can do is shiver and moan and twitch as he bucks into you over and over again, relentless until your mind has fogged over with pleasure and sensation.

"I'm gonna... uhhh... I'm gonna..." his words drift down from somewhere above, petering off into a strangled groan as he gives one more thrust, his hot seed spurting inside you, his body falling forwards on to yours, driving you further into the cushions.

His panted breaths fall choppily against the skin of your neck, his arms enveloping you tightly. You wriggle against him, still feeling him inside you, starting to soften as you press back into him. Your bodies collapse sideways on to the sofa with you as the little spoon.

He hums against your neck, little contented noises as he nestles his face into you, breathing you in, not wanting to let you go whilst he basks in the warm glow of the come down of his high.

"Sorry for interrupting you... I was really trying not to distract you, honestly!" You giggle mischievously and hear him chuckle breathily in response.

His fingers dig lightly into your sides, tickling you gently. You squirm, yelping softly in protest but he doesn't let up. "Bloody liar! You knew exactly what you were doing."

"And I got exactly what I wanted..."

You can hear the smile in his voice. "Don't ya always? You know damn well I can't resist ya. Don't know why I even bother trying to be honest."

You accompany your words with a wiggle of your hips against his and you feel him finally slip out of you, his release starting to drip down your inner thighs. You're so wet from your own arousal and full of him, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. In fact it's anything but. You dimly wonder how long it might take for him to get hard again.

"Mmm... that's 'cause I'm your good girl."

"You certainly are. Love ya babe, more than anything."

He presses a soft kiss to the skin of your shoulder and you nuzzle into the warm comfort of his arms.

[sorrybutthisonestaken]

The one and only spider-woman pt.2

Dead captains

Authors note: this is only part two because I have yet to write something between last time and this even. If any of you have prompts or ideas for any in between pt.1 and 2 or even for afterwards please send them I would be glad to write them!

Of course a crazy Karen with an octopus suit and a god complex just had to come and ruin my perfectly good Tuesday! When I say customer service is underpaid this is exactly what I mean.

She throws me against the concrete pillar of the parkade with one of her metal tentacles. The impact hard enough to cue a ringing in my ears for a few seconds. I shake it off quickly, dodging the next blow that just so happened to be aimed straight at my head.

"Qué te pasa lady? Someone spit in your tacos? I tease, dodging her arms and swinging around her for confusion. I also have to find a weak link in her design. Once I find that, all I have to do is target it and make sure she doesn't get up again.

"You little brat! You're not getting away from me!" Doc OC warns. It almost makes me sniger. I have been the one chasing her down for the past three weeks and now I'm the one getting away from her? Ha!

"Then come and get me pendejo!"

I try to keep the fighting away from the people fleeing. They don't need to get hurt in this. This is between me and the crazy lady. Sirens going off in the distance eases my mind a bit. At least Papà will be able to help everyone get out of here safely. And that's a good thing because when I slam this puta into the column in an attempt to pin her down, it cracks.

A resonating sound that both gives me an idea and sends a chill down my spine. I just have to make sure this place is evacuated before executing said plan.

"Hey lady what if we play a game shall we?" I joke, pining two of her metal arms to the ceiling with my webs. She positively growls as she swings at me with the other two. "It's called touch and go, more commonly known as tag!"

A quick glance downwards shows Papà helping the last of the civilians out of here. Just give him a little bit more time. All he needs is a couple more minutes.

I swing around, kicking the lady as she goes for me as well. Just a little bit longer. I jump off of one of the columns and body slam the doc right in the chest, making her topple over and to the floor. Her metal arm reaches for a pillar.

A deafening crack as it rips the concrete just to swing the hardened rock at my head. I narrowly avoid it, but her plan of comiting homicide is the least of my problems.

A kid. I can hear the crying. I try to look around to find them without getting too distracted but it's nearly impossible. A tentacle wraps around my waist and I am thrown through the air. I hit something very solid and another crack rips through the air. Then a rumble. Toned low and menacing.

Oh shit.

The ceiling begins to fall in on itself and I prepare for the worst, runing towards the ongoing sound of a panicked child in the hopes of being able to get to them in time before this entire structure buries us alive. But someone gets to them first. I only get a glimpse of the shiny captain's badge before a big chunk of the ceiling pins me to the floor.

I can't tell what's up or what's down. My vision is worse than when I still needed my glasses. I can barely register the sound of pattering fading away. My head feels light, and heavier than my backpack filled with textbooks all at the same time. I can barely breathe.

I turn my head to the right. Doc OC lays under the rubble. Her tentacles crushing her body, seemingly having attempted to stop anything from crushing her first. At least I don't have to worry about her ever getting back on he feet again. It's when I turn to the left when my heart drops.

His hand is sprawled out to the side and his body limp against the unforgiving stone. Papà looks unconscious. I refuse to believe he is anything worse than that, knocked out by the blow.

The will to get over there, confirm that he is still alive, it drives me. Adrenaline courses my veins and brings unknown strength. I yell out in retaliation, using all of my power to lift this concrete off of my back. My entire body shakes with the effort, but little by little I succeed. First comes the crawling position, which turns into a lunge, and that gives me enough room to shove the enormous weight off of my shoulders.

I don't give myself time to feel tired. My legs carry me exactly where I need to be, and I find myself kneeling by his side in a heartbeat. There is a wound on his chest, but I can hear his jagged breathing. A relieved chuckle escapes me as I begin to shake him.

"Papà- come on papà wake up" I urge. My shaking becomes more frantic the longer he takes to wake. He can't die, not here and definitely not now. "come on papà just look at me".

A groan leaves his lips and he begins to stir. I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life. The moment is only dampened by him panicking slightly when his eyes lock onto my mask. He tries to push me away in a panic.

"Hey no papà it's me!" I plead. I rip the stupid mask off of my head with one hand as my other reaches for his. His eyes widen and he looks at me differently than he ever has.

"N-noa?" He croaks. I nod vigorously, pushing him down when he tries to sit up. I can tell he's in pain and I need him to hold on until first responders arrive.

"Yeah it's me"

"But- how?- it's been you the whole time?"

I take his hand in mine, gripping it tightly without hurting him.

"I promise I'll explain everything when we get home" I bargain. "I didn't tell you because of what happened with tio Gabriel and- please just hold on. I'll tell you everything I promise".

He cups my cheek with his hand. He looks at me. And I mean really looks, as if truly seeing me for the first time. He brushes a strand of hair or of the way and behind my ear. A soft smile tugs on his features.

"Mija- preciosa-". He groans trying to sit up again.

"Hey hey hey take it easy papà" I warn. He chuckles, holding onto his chest. He must have broken a rib or something.

"Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado". He takes my hands in his. I watch in shock, not wanting to believe what he's saying. He can't be saying goodbye. "ten siempre cuidado. Take care of yourself and never let anyone tell you what you can't and can do. You are stronger than anyone believes, even yourself".

A violent cough tears through his system and I can't help but notice the slightest bit of blood. The paramedics are taking too long. What is taking them so long!

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" I cry out. My breathing erratic as the ultimatum starts running out.

"Mija- no tengas miedo. I'm always going to be with you one way or another" papà assures me. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest.

His grip loosens. I can no longer hear his heartbeat. His chest goes completely still. My eyes fly open and I sit up faster than my brain can process. Desperately I look for a pulse. He can't be gone he just can't be.

"No no no no no papà come on!"

He doesn't wake. His eyes closed almost peacefully as if he were only sleeping. I can feel his blood running colder and colder the more time passes. I don't even notice the tears falling like waterfalls until it become impossible to properly see with how blurry my vision is becoming.

A sob wracks through my entire body. I lay my head back down on his chest and just let it happen. All the pain escaping through any way it can. Rivers stain my cheeks. Sombre roars make my throat run dry.

The crying sounds so foreign to my ears. Never have I let myself go so much, even when tio was killed. This is a different kind of pain. He was my Papa. he was the first one to hold me when i was born. He was the one that made me feel safe when lightning scared me as a kid. He was the one that truly was always there for me, and now i know he would have forgiven me if i had just told him. If i had just told him maybe he would have trusted me to get to the kid and saved himself instead.

Canon even completed

The sound is muted but the yellow tinted hologram shows all that Miguel needs to know. He regrets not being able to do anything, but he knows the consequences of intervening. It would destroy my universe and he would have to watch me disappear all over again.

Translations:

Qué te pasa?: what's wrong with you?

Pendejo: asshole

Papà: dad

Mija: daughter

preciosa: precious

Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado: always remember what I've taught you

ten siempre cuidado: always stay/be safe

no tengas miedo: don't be scared

[lgwifey]

THE UNWANTED VISITOR

90s!noel gallagher x singlemother!reader

summary : It seems he keeps following her around no matter where she goes and y/n just doesn't know what to do.

warnings : past abusive relationship

(y/f/t) : your football team (not man city)

MASTERLIST

1996

Laughter fell through the air of the twenty-seconds flat in the dingy council block.

"And then they go..."

A five year old boy sat in a pair of adidas track bottoms and a black Oasis top, he was nearly falling off of the edge of the seat with how he sat but he was too enticed in the story he was being told to notice, or care.

"Rawr !"

A scream of laughter occured when he was attacked with tickles by his mum's boyfriend. As he managed to calm down, alother figure entered the small living-room area with two cups of tea in hand. The woman placed them down in the second hand coffee table she'd upholstered before swinging the boy up in her arms and sitting in the arm chair.

"Okay Tobes, I think it's time for your bedtime."

Obviously, a whine of complained started.

"Ah ah ah, what did I say ?"

"I can stay up 'till you're done with drinks."

A mumbled responce replyed before the infant kicked the floor in a strop.

"Okay mate, new deal."

Toby looked up excitedly at Noel's sudden involvement in the conversation.

"If you do what your mam says now, then we can go out to the park tomorrow after school yeah ?"

The boy gave a grin and high-fived Noel, he hated the reception y/n put him in so she could go to work. The promise of going out to the park with his current favourate person in the world after it was great to him.

"Okay, now bed."

"I'll be over in 5 minutes to see if you're actually in bed."

Y/n kissed his head before sending him off go his room on the otherside of the small flat.

Once the child was out of ear and sight, Noel lifted y/n off of her armchair and onto his lap where he was sat on the two-seater couch. She gave a quiet squeal of surprise at the sudden actions before laughing and wrapping her arms over his shoulders.

"A whole."

He pressed a passionate kiss onto her lips before continuing his sentence.

"Five minutes."

Another kiss.

"To ourselves."

This time the kiss was given depth, a low moan leaving y/n's lips as she lightly pulled at his hair.

"Mam,"

The two basically jumped apart, y/n twisting around to find a dinosaur pyjamaed Toby pouting in the door frame's gap.

"I can't find Frogs."

Noel got up off of the couch, leaving his girlfriend by herself whilst he fetched the lime green frog teddy from the master bedroom so Toby would be able to sleep.

"There y'go. Com'on now,"

The musician lead the boy back into his room, settleing him down for the night so he would be able to spend some time with y/n, some time alone. Sure he loved the kid, but he did miss the absence of children in his life sometimes, such as when he was trying to get some.

When he sat back down on the couch, he noticed y/n giving him a disapproving look. She forced herself into his arms, both leaning back slightly whilst the tele gave low background noice, before she started complaining.

"Can't believe you have my baby speaking like a Manc."

Noel gave a grin and a quiet laugh at her.

"I ain't laughing Gallagher, d'you know how much shit I get off of his school for the way he talks. Got called in last week because he said 'reat', apparrently we've got to teach him proper English."

Y/n woke up to a hand poking into her back, a very uncomfortable awakening. It was too small to be Noels which obviously lead to

"Tobes."

She turned herself around, moving his hand off of her whilst doing so. Her finger moved the y/h/c hair which had fell into his face over the night, causing light to wake him up, the hair clearly serving as a short of curtains for him.

"Baby what've I said about getting into my bed at night ?"

Toby ignored her, crawling into her chest and falling back asleep with his arms loosely wrapped around her torso.

Y/n gave a groan once she'd looked at the digital alarm clock glowing passed Noel's bare shoulders.

7:46

She didn't need to be up for another 15 minutes. She went to close her eyes, but before she could rest again loud thumping came from the door. A very strange occurance seeing how her flat block didn't let you in without a key and all her neighbours where either single parent families who wouldn't be awake yet or pensioners.

She placed Toby back down on the matress, covering him with the duvet only for him to subconciously kick it off and turn around to cuddle into Noel. A small smile formed on her lips at the sight before she went to see who was causing a ruckus so early. She thanked the housing plan people, whoever they where, for their idea of not putting glass in the doors but what Toby calls a 'spy hole'.

Her smile quickly dropped when through the magnifying glass circle she saw her ex, Toby's father, the man she hated more than everything else on Earth.

Her body froze for a moment, the only thing she could do was stare at the door in fright.

"What's that noise ?"

Y/n's body loosened from it's statue-like state when the young, innocent voice of her son danced through the air of the hallway.

"Nothing Tobes,"

Thunder like bangs hit the door, so much power held in them that she was such they would have smashed the door in. She ran slightly as she went to push his out of the hall and into the master bedroom again.

"D'ya wanna wake up Noel, don't be to loud though."

Toby grew a grin, one like Noel's, before jumping back onto the double bed and poking the man's face a multitude of times.

Whilst the boy was quiet frankly ruining Noel's morning at 7:50, Y/n was in the kitchen connecting to the 999 line through the pale blue landline.

By the time she'd finished on the call and a police car had been sent out on it's way to the flat, Noel was making his way into the overly organised kitchen in jogger bottoms and a slightly baggy, plain adidas top. He was carrying Toby on his hip whilst looking concerned, probably at the storm brewing on the otherside of the wooden door.

"Should I be worried ?"

She didn't reply verbally, just giving a pointed look which said 'we might die'. Toby had his face in Noel's neck, probably asleep again, so he wouldn't be able to tell that the adults looking after him where dealing with a dangerous situation.

"Toby's back in bed, told him he's got the day off school."

Y/n gave a small hum at Noel's infomation. She sat blankly on the setee with a hot mug of tea in her hands, staring at the opposite wall whilst thuds hit her front door. Everytime a hit occured, the security chains would rattle a bit, sending her over the edge.

The couch dipped slightly and she felt an arm wrap over her shoulders, then someone pulling her closer to them.

"How much longer will the police be ?"

"They said they'll be over by ten past, so probably five minutes."

There was a small silence, more attacks on the door causing y/n to push herself further into Noel's side and for him to start drawing calming patterns on her arm where his hand rested.

"We should've moved quicker, he wouldn't know where my flat is."

They where in the middle of moving which caused his comment. Filled, thick cardboard boxes lined the hallway with most of Y/n and Toby's belongings. The only things actually in the flat still was the things they couldn't take with them like the landlines, couches and beds.

" I know, but i'm still trying to get Toby's school sorted out."

"I said i'll pay for him to go to one in a nicer area, you know I wouldn't mind-"

"Noel I'm not making you pay for Toby to go to school, there's plenty of nice schools that are normal."

He gave up before it turned into an explosive fight, they'd already had it multiple times and y/n always managed to win.

"And I beat him by four whole points !"

Y/n laughted as Toby bounced up and down on the 5 seater couch shilst holding up four fingers, just to clarify how many points he'd beat Noel at table football by.

"That's because you're my little superstar aren't you."

A grin danced on his lips, teeth shining bright in her direction.

Y/n had been trying to sort out the last box of living room stuff and had gotten Noel to distract Toby in the small games room on the far side of the flat whilst she finally finished the months on unpacking. They'd 'official' been living together for six months, but it turns out moving with a five year old is actually harder than moving by yourself surprise surprise.

"Babe, it's alreat if Liam and the lads come round right ?"

" 'Cause it is."

Noel had appeared from the other room and wrapped his arms around y/n's waist as he asked her the question, pecking her cheek once she'd aswered and leaving her to carry on organising his vynils and cds.

"Uncle Liam's coming round ?"

Toby gave a beaming smile before running to his room to her changed out of the light green school uniform he was still wearing. Noel gave a laugh when the kid returned shortly after in a Man City top and a pair of dark blue jeans, monster socks hidden by the denim. Y/n had to turn around from the shelf to see what the funny thing was and when she saw her son in a City top she turned and gawped at Noel.

"Stop tainting my little angel with your sh- rubbish football team."

She then turned to Toby with faux dissapointment lacing her words so he didn't get upset at the joke.

"Tobes, you know we're a y/f/t family."

"Uncle Liam says City are better."

She muttered to herself as she turned back around a slid a The Queen Is Dead vynil into the collection.

"Uncle Liam is gonna get bloody battered when he gets here."

Three knocks hit the double locked, blue door of the apartment.

Noel whined when he felt y/n's warmth leave from ontop of him, they'd been lied down whilst watching an overly-dramatic episode of Corrie. His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her back onto the couch as she tryed to leave to open the door for who she was assuming was Liam and the rest of Oasis, the group who had all started to use Noel's apartment as a second home now that it had a woman keeping it decent.

"Noel, your brother is at the door."

"Fuck him."

She eventually broke free, knocks being constantly repeared on the door. She didn't think anything if it, neither of them did seeing how it was a very common, annoying thing for Liam to do. The door was always kept locked due to y/n's slight paranoia so Liam usually just kept hitying the door till someone appeared and opened it.

"Aye, one sec Li."

She didn't even think to check the spy hole before sliding the chain across it's second half and letting the door become openable from the other side.

As soon as she'd opened it, y/n slammed the door shut again. It didn't fully close, a boot becoming wedged in the area between the door and the door frame. She was over powered easily, the enterance becoming accessable to the frightful figure in no time as she just became a statue.

"Lovely to see you again Doll."

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

I feel like maybe their inactivity comes in hand with the fact that Yuu comes from a different dimension and think that they're immune to the laws of their world (Crowley) or that they actually don't know that Yuu is from another dimension and therefore isn't actually immune to blot (the rest of the staff). I feel like even magicless humans in twst do have cores in them even if they dont have or can't use magic. Since their bodies have evolved and they technically need cores to regulate the magic that wizards have and are in the air and the inevitable blot that comes along with it.

Crewel is the first one who most definitely notices the change in Yuu and is the one who first took action but only dismissed it as a blot build up (which he isnt wrong about so to speak) but he only orders Yuu to rest up and assign someone into making sure they eat properly which isnt bad if this was a normal situation but it's exactly where he went wrong. Sam is the one who picks up next thank to his "friends" but is unable to do much since he's not too sure on what to do (and the uncertainty that he might make it worse leaves a pit of nerves in his stomach) and he knows that even if he tries to ask someone for help they'll just dismiss him so he can only watch as Yuu's health begins to deteriorate...

As for Vargas and Trein they actually had their suspicions at first but it isnt when Yuu starts having more... sickly symptoms is when the feeling of dread starts kicking in for the both of them. I actually have a hc that Vargas can't use magic too much bc his core is sort of fractured that's why he's so adamant on muscle building for his students so at the very least IF they're unable to use magic they'd be able to keep themselves safe. Trein has read of cases similar to Yuu but he didn't realize it would be this bad.

Ah, Crowley---deadbeat father of 200+ children. What in the fuck were you thinking? I feel like he never expected this and was sort of ignorant to it until the very last moment where everything has gone to shit because the blot---while magic waste is still magic---blinded him from actually seeing what's going on add that with his ignorance and you've got a whole shit storm. So i feel like thats why Yuu managed to hide their situation from everyone who didn't pay attention to hard for so long bc they were actively making sure none of them saw until the last minute when everything became too much for them.

But like that's my opinion wbu?

But magicless people having a magical core could explain why they, historically, Yuu's situation is rare. If they already have a back up making sure that when facing the brunt of magic they aren't going to die (i realize Yuu has zero resistance to magic when thinking in game terms, a fire ball could literally kill them)

Magicless people need some form of resistance built up especially considering that evolution and such would make sure that each species magicless population does not die out, the probability of a magician breeding with another magician and not getting a magicless baby is low but never zero.

Crowley don't be using his lil pea brain unless theirs money dangling in front of it—but you're right about the Staff not knowing or Crowley believing that Yuu might be immune.

And he wouldn't be far off considering they managed to live on for that long without dying from a stray magic spell or a wild swing of OB magic.

I've also noticed that its easier to hide obvious signs that you aren't okay by playing it off or making up a lie—Yuu can be a good pretender when they want (need) to be.

Vargas having a cracked core actually suits him, I think Trein would've gotten clued in by Lucius, animals have a preternatural sense of who has a serious disease and will be more attentive that person—

LEONA

He specializes in Ancient Curses, no way in hell would Cat Daddy 3000 not have some inclination that Yuu wasn't daijoubu, Ruggie or Jack for that matter! Jack would definitely hang around more often, which might become a source of jokes but when you think about how serious it is or that Yuu is essentially deteriorating...

Yeah, nothing's funny anymore.

Sam getting clued in but worrying if speaking up would help is some angst potential for the Gods. Especially told in increments, he notices small things but doesn't comment. Yuu doesn't frequent as much but when they do it's for medicine, they look sick. And then they just stop showing.

UGHHHH SAM I AMMMM—

You capture the staff pretty well and explained them to me cause I'm always sideeyeing them whenever the kids get hurt, or Yuu's health being put in jeopardy, like yeah I know NRC isn't full of good people but a quick glance at Yuu and they might be able to get them the help they need.

But that's what Yuu's OB is for yall! Its about the venting, miscommunication, airing out grievances in order to finally get that sweet sweet cotton candy flufff

[eddies-weirdo]

Not Your Loki (pt4)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Summary: After what feels like a million years of jumping through timelines, you finally think you found the one with your Loki. Unfortunately the Loki you find isn't yours and has been heartbroken and defeated by another. Do you still help him?

Warning: cursing

“Well if we go here and jump from this point here we’ll -” you flip through pages of the planets you’ve visited to a darker planet on the outskirts of the solar system “- it’ll bring us here, but if we skip this point -” you say pointing at another map of a planet ran by vampires “- we’ll just end up back on the Void.” You lean back in your chair and sigh “Finding the jumping off point is always the hardest, but once we get going we’ll be able to make our way through the timeline without to many issues.” You smile at Loki trying to instill some confidence in his decision to join you. He looks at you skeptically “You don’t know what you’re doing do you?” You narrow your eyes at him “Just because I don’t use the big fancy words that Tony does, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about.” “That’s precisely what that means though - “ he starts. Oh shit, footsteps. You grab his arm and put up a finger to signal to him that he needs to be quiet. You both hear the footsteps round the corner and a voice say “I could have swore I heard voices when I came by earlier but I don’t see any names on the schedule for this room”. The door opens and you see two guards looking around at the room. Loki starts to speak but you shake your head for once in your life please don’t talk. He looks at you, your eyes locked on the guards, and notices the flicker of green in your eyes. “There’s no one in here G-42, you must be hearing things.” “I swear I heard a -”, “Yeah yeah yeah, you just need a break from the last mission that’s all” and the door closes again. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in. “How did you do that?” You think about how to answer. “I didn’t make us invisible if that’s what you’re wondering, I just made a barrier that blocked us from their sight. That’s the best way I can explain it anyway.” You start to gather your notes and maps, “I think we better get to my safe house, we’ll have less visitors there.” “There’s other places you can go outside of the TVA?” Loki looks at you puzzled. “Oh no, it’s a pocket dimension I found. Is there anything you need to get before we leave?” He pauses, and thinks about Mobius for a moment “Can I say goodbye to Mobius? I know he doesn’t remember me I just ... need to say bye.” You look into his eyes and see that he’s being genuine “Are you sure you want to do this? If it helps you should know that he’s not technically ‘your Mobius’ he’s another variant”. He looks down at the table, thinking for a moment. “I promise I’m not trying to deter you, I’m just trying to be realistic with you. If you truly want to do this I’m sure he’s in his office down the hall.” He nods “I’ll be quick”. 

The two of you try to act as casual as possible as you walk down the hall, avoiding eye contact with anyone you pass. Being here over a thousand times you know exactly where Mobius is at this time of day. You stop a few feet from the open doorway and whisper “He doesn’t know you but I can’t say whether or not he’ll recognize me, so I’ll just wait here and keep watch”. Loki nods, stands up straight, and tries to brush is hands through his hair a bit. You shake your head at him, smiling. “Oh shut up” he whispers at you and hurries off. You see him materialize a stack of folders, and go into the office. 

*Knock, knock* Mobius looks up from his afternoon snack to see a tall, dark headed man in the doorway. “Oh hey there, what can I do for ya?” he asks happily. Loki quickly says “Sorry to bother you, I just got lost. I thought this was the way to the cafeteria” “Ha nope sorry, it’s down the hall, take a right, another right, then a left and you can’t miss the sign.” Mobius says smiling still. “Um thank you ... bye then” Loki stammers and walks back out. 

As Loki walks into the office, you start looking around for any other offices for a spare tempad. I’ll need one for Loki, and mine is almost dead anyway. You look across the hall into an open office. You poke your head in the office and see a box of tempads. JACKPOT. You take four for good measure but then you see the nameplate on the desk. Renslayer. Well fuck me I guess. You turn around and are eye to eye with the judge. She glares at you. You smile back “Hello Ramona”. “Who are you and why are you in my office?” she says still glaring. “Just picking up some extra tempads for my next mission” you says as you start backing out of the doorway. “Wait -” you hear her say and you close the door. You snap your fingers and lock the door. Ohshitohshitohsitohshit you think as you walk quickly down the hall back just as Loki is coming out of Mobius’s office. “I fucked up we need to go” you say grinning in panic. “I was gone for three minutes -” Loki says as you’re quickly putting in the coordinates of your safe house. The familiar orange portal opens and you pull him through before he can finish. 

You both land in a open field surrounded by tall trees and other various fauna. You look around huh I’m pretty close this time, I guess I am getting better at this. Loki sits up and says “Why did we fall and not just walk out like all the other portals I’ve been though?” You laugh “Um ... would you believe me if I said I didn’t think we’d fall out?” He starts to say something else but you interrupt by pointing over his shoulder at your cabin across the field. “Welcome to my home!” 

He turns to see a small cabin made out of dark wood, with bright purple shutters (“I like to be different” you explain), a large herb garden that has grown out of hand (”I’ve been busy, geez.”), and a porch with a porch swing overlooking the rest of the field. You hold out your hand to help him up and he takes it. As his hand grasps yours you feel a spark of the seidr well that’s new but don’t say anything.  As the two of you make your way to the cabin, Loki asks "Do you even having running water here?" You turn to look at him and wave your hands at him creating green sparks between your fingers. "Anything is possible with magic my darling".

You unlock your door and snap your fingers to light the fireplace and turn on a lamp. Loki looks around at the cozy room. Your patchwork couch of all colors and patterns sits before the small fireplace catches his eye, the far side of the room has a large painting of the field outside that you painted during the time you first found this place, the coffee table has an open book of poetry with a pressed flower from your garden in it, and he smiles at the large green bookshelf you'd made for your ever growing book collection. "As far as I'm concerned, my home is your home. The guest room is down the hall to the right and bathroom is the room across from it. I don't know if you have back problems like my Loki, but there's large bath in there that you're welcome to use." You wave your hand and a small jar of purple bath salts appear. "Here, put this in the bath water as the tub is filling up. It'll help the pain." He looks at you, unsure how to respond to the kindness "Um, thank you". "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" you say as you walk away. Loki makes his way to the bathroom and notices your gallery wall of pictures and weapons you've collected. In the first picture he sees you with Tony and Bruce in the lab on your first day working with them, the next picture shows you and Bucky arm wrestling with the team gathered around cheering you on, the next picture shows you and Nat dressed up for one of Tony's many parties, "So y/n does know how to dress" he says to himself. He continues looking over the pictures. He sees one with you and Thor, both of you are smiling but the grief on your faces is clear that this was taken some time after Loki's death. "He did mourn you, you know. He loves you in his own way." he hears you say from the kitchen. "Can you stop doing that? It's like you know what I'm thinking" he says. He hears you laugh "Can't, I'm your wife."

The next set of pictures showed you holding Morgan at her second birthday as she hugs you tight, you with Clint as he shows you how to use a bow in the training area, and one big group picture of the whole team. You stand in the front with Clint, Nat, and Tony while the rest of the team stands behind the four of you, all smiles. The last picture he sees is one that someone had taken of Thor and the rest of the Asgardians in new Asgard, but in the far back he can see you on the hill next to marker.

That's all for part 4! This was going to be a bit longer but it's almost 1 here so I need to get to bed so I can be a functional adult tomorrow.

[imagineteller1]

Horror Night

Warnings: language, gore.

Pairings: Daryl x reader x Negan.

My heart felt heavy on my chest. I choked in every breath I took. I watched, what used to be Abraham, crushed in the floor. Everything was ringing. The tears blinding my vision.

Negan talked but I didn't pay attention, I couldn't. He was in front of Rosita, trying to get her to see the bloody bat of the man she loved. In a second, Daryl took a swing at Negan.

"Daryl! No!" I screamed and ran towards him, my hands extended in an attempt to grab him. Before I could reach him, some of Negan's men were already holding me down as well as Daryl.

"No!" Negan yelled pointing his bat at Daryl. "That- oh," he chuckled. "That is a no no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here." He now kneeled in front of me. His rough hand was pulling on my chin to look up at him. "Brave little thing here, eh?"

I pulled my face away from his grasp. He stood back up. A blonde man held Daryl's crossbow at his face.

"You want me to kill him? Right here?"

"No!" I screamed. Trashing my body in the men's grip, I kicked around.

"Hey! Hey, what part of staying quiet do you not get?" Negan turned to me with his bat.

"Please, please, don't kill him. I'm begging you." I sobbed and I felt like I couldn't breath. My breath was stuck in my throat. I felt like I was having a panic attack. When I started shaking more violently I knew I was. My limbs felt as if they weren't there. I felt heavy but at the same time lite.

I heard Negan say something and then Daryl was thrown back in line. He approached me and kneeled back down. I tried to push the men away but they just gripped tighter. "I c-an't brea-th." I stuttered.

"What did you say again, darlin'"

"I-I can't br-eath." He signalled his men and I was dropped. My palms were on the ground as I tried to calm down. My chest heaved violently as I gasped for air. I felt like I was drowning.

"Holy fucking shit, she is having an attack." He joked.

New tears reamed down my face and fell to the dirt. This could be it. I looked at Daryl. He was looking at me, I saw a tear flow down his cheek. He tried to walked towards me but he was pushed down.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Deep breaths. I could feel the oxygen make its way to my lungs. I heard Daryl's voice telling me to calm down like he had done countless of time, but in difference, he wasn't holding me this time.

After what felt like hours I opened my eyes and felt like I could breathe again.

"Still with us, doll?" Negan asked jokingly. "Both of you are so impulsive, not surprised you two are fucking." He took my face in his hand forcefully.

I glared up at him and he chuckled. "Get her back in line." Like that I was thrown in my back and dragged to where I had been kneeling before.

"Anyway... that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one's free. Then what did I say, I said I would shut that shit down." He had a maniac smile on his face. "No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important." Short silence. "I need you to know me. So, back to it."

In a second Negan's bat connected with Glenn's head. I blinked a few times. Not being able to believe this was really happening. We had just lost two of the strongest men of our group in a couple of minutes. I looked at Maggie and saw her sobbing.

I looked back at Glenn. You could see his skull and one of his eyes was bulging out of its socket.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I could hear every beat thumping.

"Buddy, you still there?" Negan asked mockingly. He muttered something and then exclaimed. "You are trying to speak! But you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. This is as gross as shit."

"Maggie I-I'll find yo-u." Glenn finally was able to mutter out.

"Oh, hell." Negan spoke. His voice was calm and serious. Like he actually felt sorry. "I can see this is hard, amiga. I am sorry. I truly am. But, I did say..." a smile now played in his lips. "No exceptions." He swinged at Glenn again. I jumped back in place.

No, no, no.

"You bunch of pussies... I'm just getting started. Lucille is thirsty." He kept hitting and hitting. There was nothing left to hit yet he kept swinging his bat. After he got tired he stepped away and joked. "She is a vampire bat."

The only sound was Negan's boot and our cries.

"What? Was the joke that bad?"

Rick looked up from his spot with a trembling yet determined look in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill you."

"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan mocked.

"Not today... not tomorrow... but I'm gonna kill you."

"Jesus," Negan scoffed. "Simon, what did he have? Knife?"

"He had a hatchet."

"Hatchet?" He smiled.

"An axe."

Negan laughed. "Simon, is my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without 'em. A whole pile of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing. Oh, or did I-" he made a clock sound with his tongue.

Rick remained silent. Negan sighed. "Sure, yeah. Give me his axe."

Who I believed was Simon, stepped up with axe in hand and gave it to Negan. He stood up and grabbed Rick by the shoulder. "We'll be right back, maybe Rick will be with me. If not, well we can just turn these people's inside out. I mean, the ones that are left."

With that he shut the trailer's door closed and drove away.

I looked at Daryl. He was shaking. His gunshot wound could get infected with all the trauma his body was going through right now. I went to stand up but was held in place.

"I'm not gonna do anything. You have all of our weapons, what could I do?" I tried to reason with the men.

"You stay on your knees, bitch. Unless you want to end up like your friends over there." He signalled to the bodies that laid on the floor. With a thud I sat back in the ground, pulling my legs to my chest.

--

Hours had passed and the sun had come up when the trailer came back. No one came out for a couple of minutes. The air was full of tension as we hoped to see Rick still alive. When the door finally opened, Rick was pushed to the ground and Negan came out, he dragged Rick back to us.

"Here we are. Let me ask you something, Rick. You even know what that little trip was about?"

Rick remained silence.

"Speak when you're spoken to."

"Okay... okay."

"That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way... like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work." He paced around and then kneeled next to Rick. "So... do I give you another chance?"

"Yeah. Yes. Yes."

Patting Rick's shoulder he stood up. "Okay." He chuckled. "All right. And here it is- the grand prize game. What you do now will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.”

Guns cocked from behind us.

"Good. Now... level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." he imitates an explosion. "It'll be a real mess."

Silence.

"Kid." He said looking at Carl. "Right here." He pointed to the ground beside Rick. Carl was frozen in place. "Kid... now." Carl took slow steps. Negan took of his belt. "You a southpaw?"

"Am I a what?"

"You a lefty?"

"No."

"Good." He smiled as he took Carl's arm and tied the belt around it, cutting the circulation. "That hurt?"

"No."

"Should. It's supposed to." He finished tying the belt. "All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." He took Carl's hat off.

Carl did as told. "Simon, you got a pen?"

"Yeah." He threw it at Negan. He took of the cap with his teeth and kneeled next to Carl.

"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it across the forearm." We all watched in horror as Negan drew a line in Carl's arm. "There you go. Gives you a little leverage."

"Please. Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick begged.

"Me?" Negan chuckled. "I ain't doing shit." He stood up. "Ah. Rick, I want you to take your axe... cut of your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now I know- I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die... and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."

"You- you don't have to do this. We understand. We understand." Michonne spoke.

"You understand. Yeah. I'm not sure Rick does." He advertido his attention back to Rick. "I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice- nothing messy, clean, forty five degrees- give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine. Probably. Rick this needs to happen now- chop, chop- or I will crush the little fella's skull myself."

"Please, we all understand. Rick understands. We all work for you, stop this. You don't need to prove a point because you already did." I tried. This was my family. I wasn't gonna stay quiet and not try anything. My arms pointed at the fallen bodies.

I felt a gun press against the back of my head.

"It can- it can- it can be me." Rick stuttered out. "It can be me. Y-you can do it to me. I c- I can go with- with you."

"No. This is the only way. Rick... pick up the axe." Rick didn't move. "Not making a decision is a big decision." Negan's voice raised. "You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing." He still didn't move. "Oh, my god." He groaned. "Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting."

"Three!"

"Please." Rick cried out. "Please. It can be me. Please!"

"Two!" He kneeled next to Rick.

"Please, don't do-" Rick sobbed and I looked away.

"This is it."

Rick screamed. I shut my eyes closed. Tears running down my cheeks.

"One!"

"Dad... just do it. Just do it." I heard Carl whisper.

I looked back at the scene.

Rick held the axe high, preparing to cut his son's arm.

"Rick." Negan stopped him. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Rick nodded hastily. "Speak when you're spoken to!" Negan's voice beamed making everyone jump. "You answer to me. You provide for me."

"Provide for you." Rick answered shakily.

"You belong to me, right?!"

"Right." Rick breathed heavy.

"Right. That... is the look I wanted to see." He stood up and took the axe. "We did it... all of us, together... even the dead ones on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure." He sighed. "Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now... that you understand how this work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now." He chuckled.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Ah, Dwight... load him up." He signalled to Daryl who struggled in, who I suppose was Dwight's, arms.

"What are you gonna do to him?" I asked. Trying to sound as strong as I could. Negan turned to me.

"How could I forget about you?" He took long yet calming strides towards me. "You, darlin', are coming with me too."

"Why?" I sounded more panicked than I wanted to.

"Because..." he smiled. "You've got a mouth on you and I really, really like it. Keeps me on my feet. I have a proposal for you..." he waited for my name.

"Lucia."

He smiled and licked his lips. "You hear that, Lucille? They sound similar... okay, Lucia. I have this proposal for you. You come with me, be one of my wives, and I, won't kill another one of your group, for your blabbing mouth. How does that sound, hm?"

Shock was written all over my face. "It's your choice, Lucia. Either you come with me or... I kill another one of your friends. So, what will it be?" He passed his finger along my jawline. I looked at the truck where Daryl was in.

Maybe, if I went with him I could find a way to help Daryl escape. I looked around the group. I wasn't gonna let anyone else die, much less because of my fault.

"Okay." I said. Turning off all my emotions.

"Great." He smiled. "You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together." He licked his lips while scanning my body. "Fan-fucking-tastic. Simon, put her in my truck. I still have some words to say to our new pal Rick."

As Simon grabbed my arm and led me to a truck I looked back and saw Rick watching me. I gave him a slight nod with my head, telling him I had a plan.

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Eight

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A/N: Question — what song do you think of when you think of Nikki and Viv? I'm trying to see something

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My bare feet hook underneath his thighs the second I realize he's about to  finish and he gives a crooked smirk up at me, his breathing beginning to shallow.

Nikki holds my hips still, groaning out as his cum coats the inside of me, causing me to let out a hazey moan, my mind cloudy from our rather lengthy round.

Once he's finished, I'm getting off of him and falling beside him, catching my breath as we recover is silence fore several minutes.

"Are you on birth control or something?" He asks me out of nowhere and I tense up, looking at him.

"Why're you asking?"

"I've been thinking about it since Vince and Sharise had Skylar, for some reason. I mean, I haven't used a rubber since we started dating and most of the time I don't pull out, and we've only had one pregnancy scare in the past, what, like, four years?"

"You've managed to keep track of how long we've been together?" I ask him, pretending to be shocked and he gently hits my arm with the back of his hand, and I chuckle, rolling over to face him, my lips pressing to his bicep for a moment.

I think I'm in the clear, dodging his question, but I'm not.

"I'm being serious, Viv, are you on something or...?" He asks and I lick my lips.

"Maybe my antidepressant affects fertility, I don't know." I shrug, lying through my teeth. "Drugs can cause issues on your end, too, so maybe that's another reason."

"Oh." He replies.

I avoid looking at him, sitting up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed before reaching down to grab his shirt by my feet.

You know those lies, that start simple and small, and then snowball more and more over time and explode in flames from hell that melt the snow and turn it into scalding hot water that leaves third-degree burns on the person that's being lied to? Yeah, we both had lots of those, and that was one of mine.

I

take a shower and brush my teeth, excited for my plans tonight, and as I start putting makeup up on, Nikki's getting in the shower.

"Are you and Robin going out tonight?" I ask him.

"Uh, yeah. Sparkie's coming, too." He replies and I roll my eyes.

I know they'll go out to a club and hide in the bathroom, shooting up and snorting blow a  majority of the time, only leaving to get some drinks.

"My doctor was really curious as to why I needed a refill so soon being that he gave me a month supply a week before Sparkie traded it." I comment to remind him Sparkie's a piece of shit.

"Sparkie learned his lesson, baby." He tells me in a half-chuckle and I raise my brows at myself in the mirror and turn the sink on.

"Jesus fuck, Viv!" He screams, being bombarded with ice cold water for a moment.

"Awe, I'm sorry, maybe Sparkie can sympathize with you." I reply smartly.

He's getting out of the shower, covered in suds, glaring at me, and I take off running with him chasing close behind.

"Spoiled brat!" He calls at me, the both of us naked as jaybirds.

"Trader bastard!" I say back, right before he catches me, pulling me against his wet, soapy body, his hands not skipping a moment to start tickling me.

I squeal, the both of us falling to the floor, my feet and legs kicking out of instinct.

"Don't you do it." He threatens. "Remember what happened last time."

"Not my fault you're a pussy." I reply, immediately regretting it when he starts tickling me again, this time, getting on top of me to pin me down.

He doesn't let up until I'm laughing so hard I'm in tears, and he's tired of struggling with me.

We look at each other for a minute, before he grins and kisses me.

"I gotta finish getting ready." He tells me, getting off of me and helping me up.

"Yeah, I do, too."

I decided a nice trip to Malibu would be a great thing for GN'R. I mean, go to Tansy's house there, have her invite over some of her single girl friends to mingle with the guys, stay over night so they don't have to worry about whether or not they'd be able to crash at their stripper friends' apartment and sleep on the floor that night, have a nice breakfast together the next morning, and just give Axl and Izzy time to really get to know Tansy, because they haven't hung out with her very much, while Slash, Duff and Steven see her almost more than I do.

I glance around the living room of Tansy's Malibu beach house, seeing beach bunnies all around with perfectly tanned skin, bombshell hair and perfect smiles, then look at Steven and Slash, who seem to be having a pretty good time.

They both look like they're in heaven, girls on either side of them, obviously fans of their work on the Sunset Strip back in L.A.

Izzy took a girl up to the guest bedroom long ago, while Axl's just nursing a bottle of Jack, with a beautiful brunette chattering his ear off while he's pretending not to care about what Tansy's doing as she talks to one of her girl friends across the room.

I do a mental head count, and notice my 6'4 blonde is nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he found a girl or two of his own and followed in Izzy's footsteps, taking over a spare room?

I brush it off, deciding it's none of my business and step to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi out of the fridge. 

When I pass by the doors that lead to the balcony over looking the ocean, though, I see the outline of someone sitting in the lounge chair. 

Recognizing the slender frame, I grab my soda and head outside, Duff looking over his shoulder to see who I am, before smiling at me innocently, bottle of Vodka by his foot and pack of Marlboros on one knee as a sketch pad and pen are being supported by his other.

"Hi." I say as he scoots over to make room for me. "Mr. Social Butterfly." I add, sarcastically.

"Hey." He replies, moving his Vodka over so I won't knock it down with my foot.

"I figured you be eating that up." I motion to the door, referring to the gorgeous girls inside and he chuckles a little.

"I don't know, I haven't really been feeling chicks lately." He tells me and I furrow my brows a little.

"Well, I'm sure she has some boy friends, too, if you're feeling something different." I inform him, knowing what he meant, but he laughs and shakes his head.

"Not like that, Viv." He tells me and I pull my red hair behind my shoulders to get it out of my face, before taking a sip of my drink. "I've been, uh, working on something new, kinda. The lyrics have been going off left and right in my head, I just thought I'd better get somewhere quiet and write them down before I lose them." He explains, holding up his notepad.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I feel like I've intruded, or messed up his groove, about to leave him alone to finish but he puts his hand on my knee to stop me from standing up.

"No, no, it's fine." He insists, taking his hand off of me, not thinking anything of it, despite me feeling warmth radiate from where he touched me.

I ignore it.

"I've already gotten everything I had in mind, so far." He explains. "Just a verse and chorus."

"What's the name of it?" I ask, and he scratches the back of his neck.

"I don't know if I need to tell you. I'm superstitious about this stuff, Viv." He tells me, even though he's completely full of shit.

He just wants to aggravate me.

"It's just the title, Duff. You let me hear you say 'turn around, bitch, I gotta use for you' and this can't be worse than that." I point out and he chuckles, licking his lips before looking at me.

His hand covers the lyrics, exposing the title line of the page.

"Paradise City" is scribbled in his writing and I smile when he moves his hand and let's me read  the chorus, and verse that he's gotten so far, a giant smile pulling at my lips.

"Who the hell inspired this?" I ask him, raising my brows.

"Nobody particular." He shrugs. "You like it?"

"I already love it." I tell him.

Not to compare two completely different bands who earned their names all on their own, but there are a few song parallels between Guns N' Rose's Appetite for Destruction, and Mötley Crüe's Girls, Girls, Girls albums.

Guns' Welcome to the Jungle was like Mötley's Wild Side. Paradise City was like Girls, Girls, Girls. Mr. Brownstone was like Dancing on Glass. But my favorite parallel has to be Sweet Child O Mine and You're All I Need.

I remember Nikki had given me a tape of You're All I Need after we got into a massive argument because he thought I was spending too much time with Duff. But he had practically accused me of having feelings for Duff, and even acting on them (which was pretty hypocritical being that he'd been screwing Vanity since 1986 at that point.)

A few weeks later, Nikki convinced me to come down to the studio so he could personally give me a copy of a song he had written me, and me--being excited--decided I wanted the guys to hear it, too.

I went to the Franklin Plaza where Steven, Duff, Slash, Izzy and Axl were hanging out, discussing a meeting they'd had with their label.

When I told them Nikki wrote a love song about me (thinking it was his way of trying to patch up our marriage and say to the world "I love this woman") the guys had to hear it, not believing me.

The ballad started beautifully, tears coming to my eyes, but my warmed heart quickly began boiling in my chest by the time the second chorus ended.

"I don't think this is a love song." Izzy stated, while shaking his head a little.

"Yeah, uh...he's talking about killing you." Axl had told me, everyone seemed slightly disturbed.

"Your girlfriends get Sweet Child O Mine and what does the dedicated wife that has done nothing but love this sick bastard get?! A song dedicated to his deep desire to murder me!"

"Dude, hasn't he actually tried to kill you before?" Steven asked.

Which made the song even more ironic, along with the last line of the chorus, "and I loved you but you didn't love me" which in itself was slap in the fucking face.

I didn't hear the full song at that time because Duff had took it out of the player and stomped it under his cowboy boot.

That pretty much set the tone for the months to come.

"You're also incredibly biased." He replies in the same tone and I nudge him with my elbow.

"You don't know how many songs I have actually had to tear out of Nikki's hand and hide them from him because they were so bad I just could not allow them to be recorded." I tell him.

"Oh, please." He brushes me off.

"Have you heard 'Theater of Pain'?" I ask him with raised brows.

"Yeah."

"Home Sweet Home and Smokin' in the Boy's Room were the only really good ones. And Smokin' in the Boy's Room was a cover. The other songs were songs I didn't know were written, or I would have hid them from him, too." I state and he tries not to laugh, but fails, making himself snort, which kickstarts my laughter. 

Once we settle down, he clears his throat, and gets a kind of serious expression on his face.

"I really wish he wasn't on that shit, Viv." He tells me and I don't even have to ask who he's talking about. "I mean, I'm not judging him or whatever because Izzy and Slash are in on that stuff, too, but...I just hate to see he's on it, because it's kinda hard to manage it once you hit a certain point, ya know?" He asks and I nod a little. "I think he's a pretty cool guy...so it sucks to see him act like that."

"It's not that bad, right now." I tell him, completely in denial. "He's still Nikki, he just does stuff he's not suppose to. That's nothing new to me."

"I'm just a little worried, is all." He admits.

"There's no need to be." I reassure him. "He's got a handle on things."

Dear God did I eat those words a week later in Dallas, Texas.

It's like watching a fucking car accident. 

Except instead of a car, it's my husband, and instead of a car accident, it's him losing his ever loving mind, crouched on the hotel room desk, as he babbles on, making absolutely no sense as he shouts at his parents who aren't even present.

I just came back from the pool, got a shower, and came in to him doing this.

"Nikki!" I try to get him out of whatever drug-induced show he's on.

"I'm not me! I'm not Nikki! I'm someone else!" He insists, hands yanking at his hair, his eyes completely taken over by an entirely different beast. 

I panic, immediately calling Fred.

"The fuck is wrong?!" He asks when I open the door, hearing Nikki's screaming and carrying on and I try to keep the absolute fear that's locking up my system from showing.

"I-I don't know. I got in from the pool and he was kinda jittery but I thought he'd done some blow, but then he started screaming when I was in the shower and now he's--"

Fred gets tired of hearing Nikki's meaningless shrieks at people who aren't in the room with us, and snatches him off the desk.

Nikki hits the floor, and a switch is flipped, sending him into strong convulsions, opting thick, white foam to pour from his mouth.

"Fuck, Sixx!" Fred lets out, turning him on his side. "Get me a roll of toilet-paper." He barks at me and I do as I'm told, saying a very colorful, silent prayer in my head. 

He tries to get Nikki to bite down on it to keep him from biting his tongue, but Nikki can't do it. screaming instead.

When I think I can't take the confused, scared, out-of-character shrill, it's like God himself knocks Nikki out, leaving Fred and I in complete silence, riddled with what just happened.

Fred checks his pulse and sighs in relief, looking at me.

"Viv, are you alright?" He asks me, taking deep breaths.

"Y-yeah." I say, nodding, even though I know it's written all over my face that I can't be further from "alright."

"Vivian--"

"I just need a second." I tell him, standing up to go to the bathroom, disguising oncoming tears in a strong, steady voice that's physically uncomfortable to push past the lump in my throat.

I lock myself inside the bathroom and turn the water back on, gripping the counter before I find myself in the floor, quiet sobs rocking through me.

I just want my Nikki back...not this tainted demon nesting himself in Nikki's skin, festering his bullshit in Nikki's mind.

By the time I'm worn down from crying, and tired from lying on the bathroom floor, I pull myself up and open the bathroom door, stepping into the room.

I guess Fred put Nikki in the bed before he left, because Nikki's still passed out, just tucked in the covers. 

I get pajamas on, scared to even touch him because I don't want him to start seizing again.

Cautiously getting closer to him, nestling my forehead against his arm, I thank God for the feeling of his pulse under my finger tips in the crook of his arm, and find myself passing out with utter exhaustion.

The next morning, Nikki's really quiet.

I'm not sure if he remembers what happened last night, but I'm not asking him. 

After finding a needle and evidence of an 8-ball of coke, he can lick my twat if he thinks I'm talking to him anytime soon. 

The video shoot for Home Sweet Home is happening today, and a limo picks Nikki and I up at the hotel, driving us to the venue, neither of us acknowledging the other. 

Once we get there, someone's dressing Nikki like a damn toddler, because he's too fucked from last night to dress himself in his done up stage costume.

Nikki was so, so, so, obviously, utterly fucked up when they filmed the music video for Home Sweet Home. 

The entire time, he was chugging Jack to try to calm himself down from a high he later described felt like, "being on acid and speed at the same time" and with the way he was acting like he couldn't see a damn thing, I believe it. 

He kept sunglasses on a majority of the time so people couldn't see how his eye were practically doing cartwheels. 

"Viv, we're about to start, where's Nikki?" His bass tech asks me and I glance around, furrowing my brows a little.

"I haven't seen in him about an hour. He went over there by the stage...at least I think he did." I tell him, stepping over to the last place I saw him. "He was here and..." I trail off, hearing Nikki having a full blown conversation, his voice coming from underneath the stage.

The two of us sit and listen for a moment, realizing Nikki's just talking, taking long pauses, then answering a question that was never asked by anybody, not even himself.

"Who is he talking to?" His tech asks me under his breath so Nikki won't hear.

I roll my jaw, getting fed up.

"Probably the fucking demon he sees and befriends every time he gets high." I state, fully believing that at this point, there is indeed a demon following him around, breathing down his neck, stripping him of his control and cheering him on with each grain of coke, bottle of Jack, cc of heroin and prescription-grade pill.

"Nikki," His tech starts. "Who're you talking to?"

"I'm talking. Leave me alone." Nikki argues.

"Nikki." I state, looking at him. 

It's the first time he's heard my voice all day.

"There's nobody there, baby. C'mon." I motion my hand for him to get out from under the stage.

"Leave me alone!" He snaps at me, nearly hissing.

"Dude, calm down, you're freaking out." His tech tells him. 

"Nikki, get your ass out from under there or so help me God, I will come in and drag you out by your dick." I promise him. 

He puffs up like a pissed off rooster and stomps out, passing by us, grumbling under his breath.

Do you wanna know what was really fucked up about that time? Vince couldn't have a beer without someone losing their mind. He was supposed to be sober. Nikki would bust Vince's balls if he even saw him looking at a bottle...but then Nikki would load anything and everything into his body, simultaneously.

Vince quickly became the odd man out, and had been ever since that night with Razzle. There was this vibe, this tension, that Vince was only kept in the band at that time, because they were getting hotter and hotter, and each member was the ticket to reach their full potential as a band. Each member was important.

Without Tommy, there was no band. Without Mick, there was no band. Without Nikki, there was no band.

And without Vince, there was no band...that was the one that really didn't sit too well with Sikki.

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Not Just His Friend (J.W)

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 3,151

Notes: So I went MIA again, but I just didn’t have any desire to write for the past while. But tonight I just went at it. I was debating the whole time writing this if it should be happy or sad ending, but I felt like it just started writing itself.

When I woke up in his bed again, I knew this had to be the last time. I can't keep doing this to myself. Slowly, I slid out of his bed, got dressed, and left. I didn't bother leaving a note, knowing he really didn't care if I was there or not when he woke up. When I got back to my place, my roommate looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "Again?" She said. I sighed and collapsed on the couch beside her.

"It's so hard to say no to him. I love him, B." She started playing with my hair, telling me she knows, but he doesn't love me. "I know he doesn't. But maybe one day..."

"No maybe one day, Y/N. He doesn't love you, and he takes advantage of the love you have for him. You're done now." I nodded, smiling softly up at her. But deep down I knew if he called me again, I'd be there in a heartbeat. I just keep breaking my own heart, but I mean it's mine to do what I want with it, right?

That night, my roommate left for some party she tried to convince me to go to, but romcoms were calling my name that night. She kissed the top of my head like a loving mother, causing me to laugh and push her out the door. "Go have fun for both of us!"

"Oh girl you know I will." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I slammed the door in her face. So there I sat all alone, Dear John playing as I curled up under a blanket, ice cream in hand. When my phone rang, I quickly paused the movie, and looked at the caller ID. It was him. I told myself I couldn't pick up. Not this time. He's drunk and lonely, and he just wants to hook up and go on his merry way. I'm done breaking my own heart. But before I could unpause the movie, my doorbell rang. And there he stood.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my body as the frigid air hit me.

"You didn't pick up." He whispered. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. "I need a friend." He stepped inside.

"I'll call David then." As I turned to grab my phone, he grabs my wrist, causing me to turn to face him. "Jeff." I was putting my foot down. But man it was so hard saying no while looking him in the eyes.

"I don't want David." I just stared at him. I knew what he meant. He wanted me, because he knew I would give in to his charms, just like I always do.

"Well who should I call then? Zane? Heath? Matt?" I continued to name people, and he just fell on my couch, throwing his hands on his face.

"No one! I just want to be here with you, okay." He sat up and looked up at me. "You weren't there when I woke up. And I missed you today." My heart began pounding. Words I've been waiting to hear from him I was finally hearing. But I knew he was just drunk, and was working his charms like he always does. "Can't you tell I love you, Y/N." He whispered, reaching out to caress my face.

"You're drunk, Jeff." I whispered. I wanted so badly for him to mean it, but I knew that he didn't. My phone interrupted whatever he was about to say next. Before I could reach it, Jeff answered.

"Hi sorry, Y/N can't come to the phone right now, I'm confessing my love to her." And then he hung up. I just stood there, shocked. I didn't know what to do at this point. How could I deny my love for him when it's so obvious. So instead, I smiled and I kissed him. We ended up in my room, having sex once again. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. Maybe he meant it. Maybe this is the one day I've been waiting for. So I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

He was gone when I woke up. A note left on the pillow he slept on said Sorry about last night. I was really drunk. It won't happen again. See you at David's later! I went and goddamn broke my heart again. I left my room to get some breakfast, to see my roommate sitting on the couch, her arms crossed as she watched tv. "Tell me why the fuck Jeff answered your phone last night?" She didn't even look at me. She kept her head turned towards the tv.

"He came over drunk. I tried to call someone to come get him but he kept telling me he loved me." She stood from the couch, throwing her hands in the air.

"Don't tell me you believed him!"

"Well not at first. But when he answered the phone ..."

"For fuck sakes Y/N! Let me guess, he only told you he loved you after you tried to get rid of him. He told you he loved you because you weren't throwing yourself at him. And he knew how to get what he wanted."

"I know! Last time, I swear. You coming with me to David's?" She shook her head.

"I'm going out with the girls again." I nodded.

After eating and getting ready, I hopped in my car and drove my way to David's, wondering what I'm going to say to Jeff this time. I sat outside in my car for a few minutes, panicking myself into a frenzy. Maybe I should just turn around and see everyone another time. But when Carly knocked on my window, I knew it was too late. "Let's go!" She said, a smile on her face. I returned the smile, and followed her inside. Why am I doing this?

The party was in full swing, as it usually was at David's. I laughed at the antics that were already happening. "Oh look who showed up." Jeff said, throwing his arm around my shoulders. I smiled up at him, removing his arm. "What? Can't I show my friend some loving?" He joked, winking at me. I could tell the beer in his hand wasn't his first, nor his fourth.

"Of course it's fine." I said, smiling. "It's just warm in here." I lied. I would die for him to just have his arm around me, walk around with me as if we were together.

"Hey we should grab lunch tomorrow. We haven't had an us day in a while." He said, and before I could really think it through, I agreed. Jeff's been my best friend for years. We used to hang out all the time, get on each other's nerves. And then one day, we got drunk and hooked up. It was then, waking up to his face, that I realized the feelings I've always had for him. Soon after that, he realized that he could have me basically whenever he wanted. Since then, we haven't actually hung out as friends.

"I can't wait." I said. He winked at me before walking away. As long as I don't go home with him, or end up near him when he's drunk, I should be fine. I decided to distract myself, socializing with everyone, enjoying myself.

"What's up with you and Jeff?" David asked, as we sat outside, getting out of the noise for a minute. "You guys together yet?" He joked, playfully elbowing me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"As if, David." He put his hands up in surrender.

"I'm just saying, the way you look at him..." I cut him off before he could finish.

"I don't have feelings for him, I'm just his friend."

"I get it." I laughed, remembering everyone asking when him and Natalie were gonna get together. "Hey! I'm handsome too! Natalie fans just don't understand." I laughed again, patting his chest.

"Yes David, you're very handsome." He smiled down at me. It's honestly been a while since I've been able to laugh so much. I kept breaking my own heart over and over again, I forgot how to feel loved.

"Hey, what's up out here?" Jeff asked, stumbling over to us. "Why are you alone with my girl?" I looked down at my feet. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? It's like he pushes me away just to pull me back in when I get too far. "Y/N, can you take me home. I'm drunk." I nodded, telling David I'll be right back. He nodded. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing special, Jeff."

"Really? Looked like it was with how close you two were." I got him in my car, trying my best not to start screaming at him.

"Why does that matter?" I asked as I slid in the drivers seat.

"Because you're mine." He said so nonchalantly. I didn't say anything. There wasn't any use in arguing with him when he was drunk. He kept pestering me, asking me to stay the night, telling me he loves me. But I'm not going to fall for it again. "Aren't you coming?" He asked as he got out of my car. I shook my head.

"I'm going back to David's."

"What the fuck does that guy have that I don't?! Is it money you want! I'll give you all I have." He took out his wallet and began throwing cash at me. That's when I took my seat belt off and got out. I stood in front of him, ready to bear my entire heart to the man who's only broken it over and over.

"I want money! I wanted you, Jeff. I wanted all of you, every part of you, the good and the bad. I wanted more than just sleeping with you whenever you're drunk. I wanted you to love me." He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes.

"I love you." I shook my head, throwing his arms off of me.

"I'm done, Jeff. I'm not going to sleep with you tonight. Or ever again." I went to get back in my car, but he grabbed my wrist. Why must he always do this? There's no way he's this desperate for sex. I mean, girls throw themselves at him every single day.

"Then don't sleep with me. Just sleep beside me. Let me fucking love you." I shook my head, and got back into the car, ready to drive off, but I looked back at him. He stood there, staring into my car, tears in his eyes. I got back out.

"How drunk are you?" He shrugged.

"Probably pretty drunk." I nodded. "Let's just go, Y/N. You and me, just sleeping."

But it wasn't just sleeping. And I woke up naked in his bed again, his arm wrapped around me. How could I let myself fall for it again? I sighed, and got up, got dressed and left. Should I just accept this as my life? When I got into my car, I screamed and hit the steering wheel over and over. He's so good at what he does. He knows exactly what to say to me, every single time.

I drove back to my house, ready to hear more shit about how stupid I am from my roommate. But she said nothing. She just looked at me, sadness in her eyes. "I get it now." She finally whispered.

"Get what?" I asked, sitting beside her.

"The girls and I were driving back home last night, and we saw you and Jeff. He's very convincing, even I believed he loved you."

"He doesn't." I whispered. She nodded, taking my hand in hers. "He knows exactly what to say to get me to sleep with him though." She nodded again. "I can't be alone with him anymore. I'll just fall for it again."

A few days passed, and I hadn't heard from Jeff. But instead of moping around and waiting for him to be drunk enough to love me again, I distracted myself. I went on trips and adventures with David. It finally felt like I was living my life the way I wanted to.

Weeks after the last party, David threw another one, inviting everyone over for a night of insane antics. I was joking around with David and Zane when I felt arms wrap around me and pick me up. "Well hello beautiful." I smiled and gave him a hug.

"How've you been?"

"Good good. I'm gonna get a drink, you want one?" I shook my head, and went back to my conversation. David looked at me with raised eyebrows, silently asking me about what just happened, but I just rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." I laughed, playfully hitting him.

"Hey! I didn't say anything."

"Your look said everything!" "Oh so you like looking at me huh?" He reached out for me, but I ran from him. "Come on! Look up close. See if I'm even more handsome." I quickly turned around.

"Naw I'm good thanks!" And dodged him right before he could grab me. We were running around and laughing, and everyone was just watching us, wondering what was going on. A few of the guys filmed it obviously, getting a side of David not a lot of people see. But it's my favourite. Soon he caught up to me and wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and spun me around.

"Look at me! You know you want to!" He set me down, and I turned around to look at him.

"Wow." I whispered, leaning closer to him. "You're uglier up close." I joked, before trying to run away again. But his reflexes were really fast, and he immediately picked me up and began walking towards the pool. "No David! I was kidding! You're super handsome! The most handsome!"

"Too late." And he threw me in the pool. When I emerged, I was laughing and ran to give him a hug. "Ugh you're all wet."

"You love me!" I laughed, hugging him even tighter. When I let go and looked passed him, I could see Jeff just sipping his drink, watching closely. He was the only one not laughing at the events that just happened. "What's up?" I quietly asked when I walked up to him.

"You two are cute." I looked back to David, who was pulling some more of his antics, and giggled.

"We aren't together, Jeff." He took another sip.

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me. It's not like we're a couple or anything." I don't know why those words stung more than they should have. I know we aren't a couple, nor will we ever be. But I still love him.

"Yeah I know. I'm gonna head out, I'll see you around."

"We never grabbed lunch. We should do that." I nodded, telling him to text me tomorrow and we'll meet up at our regular place. "Do you want to come over tonight? We could just leave together for lunch tomorrow."

"I really should go home."

"Okay, let's go." He set his cup down and began following me. I shook my head, telling him he should stay, party some more. "I'm done. Kinda tired." So I let him follow me, and I drove towards his place. "I thought you were going home."

"I am. I'm dropping you off. You said you were tired." He threw his head back and sighed.

"Can I just sleep at yours tonight?" I shook my head. I really had to stand my ground this time. No matter what he says, I wasn't going to fall for it. "Come on, Y/N! We can watch stupid movies and make fun of them like old times."

"It's different now, Jeff. You know that." "Why? Because we've hooked up a few times? So what. You're still my best friend." I parked outside of his apartment building.

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow." He didn't leave. "Goodnight, Jeff." He still didn't leave. "Get out, Jeff." He shook his head.

"What's wrong? Things are so different and it can't just be because we've hooked up."

"I told you last time. I wanted more. But you don't. So no, I'm not sleeping at your place, and no you're not coming over. We can't hook up anymore. I'm done. So I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, and we'll go back to how we used to be."

"What do you mean you want more, Y/N! Tell me what you want."

"I want to wake up next to you, and not feel the need to leave right away. I want to go on cute little dates with you, and cuddle while watching movies. I want to fall asleep next to you, just because we were so tired we couldn't stay up anymore, not because we slept together. For fuck sakes, Jeff, I told you last time. I just want you to love me."

"And I told you I loved you! And then you left in the morning. You won't let me love you."

"Because the love you have for me and the love I have for you are very different." He shook his head.

"No it's not. Y/N, I love you. You're my best friend, and you make me feel like I'm on top of the world. You always take my breath away because you're so damn beautiful. And yeah maybe when we first started hooking up, I didn't love you. But goddamn, don't you know it's impossible to know you so intimately and not love you?"

"You're drunk." I whispered, not making eye contact with him.

"Not this time." I looked up at him, and he was already looking at me. "So for fuck sakes can you just let me love you?" I got out of the car, and began walking to his apartment. I turned to see him slowly getting out of the car.

"Well, aren't you coming? Dumb movies await us." He smiled, and wrapped his arm around me.

When I woke up in his bed the next morning, he was already awake, playing with my hair. I smiled at him, knowing that this time I don't have to leave. We both got up, and got dressed, and went out for lunch, like we said we would. He held my hand as I drove. He held my hand as we walked to the restaurant. He held my hand across the table. It's like he didn't want to let go, just in case I ran away again. But I'm staying this time. And next time. And the next. Because I'm not just his friend anymore.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 46)

"A Bullet with Butterfly Wings"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Slightly Day Drunk, Colson and Luna burst into their hotel room kissing and laughing. "I can't believe he did that!!" Luna manages to get out between giggly kisses.

"He's a fucking Sicko!!" Colson laughs, carefully pulling her tiny green bikini top off of her. They're talking about Mod proposing to an old lady in the casino just a few minutes before.

"If he legit brings her to dinner, I don't know if I'll be able to keep it together." She says, the last word being caught in a moan.

Colson has made his way from her mouth, to her neck. Nipping the scorpion as he kisses down her stomach. She runs her hands through his hair as he pulls her bikini bottoms down with his teeth. Stopping to look up at her, each time he licks and kisses the bare skin of her thighs. He pulls her bottoms all the way off.

As she goes to step out of them, he places his hands firmly on both pedicured feet. Planting her in place. "FUUUCK, Colson...." She moans as he licks around the inside of her left ankle. Slowly drawing his tongue up her inner calf, over her knee cap before licking the inside of her left thigh to her bare pussy.

Throwing her left leg over his shoulder, as she still stands, he dives his face into her sopping cunt.

"I Fucking love the taste of her pussy. Sweet ass peach." Colson thinks gripping Luna's ass as his tongue hits every note of her pussy.

She cries out for him again as he licks her juicy folds, tickling her clit with his tongue.

Pulling on his hair to steady herself, she closes her eyes and rides his sweet face until she cums in his mouth. Dropping her leg, he looks at her, pleased with his work. As he lifts his body up, she wipes her cum off his chin with her thumb before sucking it off as he watches.

"You're so fucking Dirty!" He tells her, dick bulging, before he kisses her passionately. His mouth is all over her neck again, he runs his hand over her smooth ass. ❗SLAP❗

"Weeeeak....." She teases him with a sly smile.

"I'll show you weak. Bend the fuck over." He directs her. Doing as she's told, she bends over the edge of the bed, wiggling her ass in the air for him. Looking over her shoulder, she watches as he licks the palm of his hand. She braces herself for him. ❗SLAP❗SLAP❗SLAP❗SLAP❗

She moans in pleasure to his delight as he spanks her. Hard. ❗SLAP❗She yelps this time, pulling back.

"You caught my puss, Bunny!!!" She whines.

"I know, I felt it. I'm sorry." He pulls her back towards him. "Come're." He tells her as he bends down, pulling her ass up to lick and kiss her swollen pussy. His touch and sweetness erase any unpleasant pain.

He kisses both her ass cheeks. Biting the tattoo on the right one. Still bent over her, his tongue follows up her spine to her neck.

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!!" Luna screams out as he bites the back of it while sliding his huge cock inside of her. "UNHHH!!" She continues to moan loudly as he grabs her tits, fucking her from behind with deep, long strokes.

Her moans excite him as he picks up the pace. "Fuck me, Bunny." She begs as he pushes deeper into her "FUCK ME HARD."

"Like the dirty little whore you are?" He taunts her. Lifting her by the throat, putting his other hand on her hip to keep their rapid pace. Fucking each other rough, how the both like it. As she feels him about to release inside of her, she dips her chin down, pulling his index finger from around her throat and into her mouth with her tongue. Sucking on his finger and bucking against him hard, she makes them both cum easily.

"FUCKKKKKK." He exhales, running his wet finger down her bottom lip to her tits, holding her close. They're both standing, breathing hard as he pulls her chin up to look at him. "I love you, Addie." He laughs kissing her on the forehead.

Smirking and rolling her eyes, she tells him to shut up as she playfully shoves him off of her.

Tossing herself across the bed, she lights up a joint as she watches him move around the room. Dick swinging.

"MOTHERFUCKING B.D.EEEEE!!!!!" Luna smiles to herself, beyond sexually satisfied. Her mind pops to Bleta, the lyrics to Brooklyn Bitch play on repeat inside her head 🎶If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love🎶If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love🎶 "I really...."

"Shower?" Colson breaks her thoughts with his gorgeous grin.

"Yup!!" She replies, passing him the joint as she follows him into the bathroom.

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Getting dressed for dinner, Luna has on a tight black dress with side cut outs and knee high boots. Colson's dick gets hard when he sees her pull the legendary cheetah print coat out of her bag.

"You're going to wear that tonight? He asks excitedly. Blue eyes dancing.

"Mhm." She responds with a smile as they head to meet everyone else in the lobby.

Arm carefully around her shoulders, waiting for the elevator, he ducks down close to her. "In case I didn't tell you yet, you look wonderful tonight, Kitten." He murmurs in her ear. The doors open as she pulls him into the empty elevator for a 27 floor make out session.

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Dinner at Joël Robuchon's Le Monde is beyond amazing. Conversation is light and fun. Alcohol flowing as usual. Mod being slightly disappointed to not be reunited with his new found love.

"I can't believe she came by and I was sleeping!" Rook complains about missing Stephanie at the pool. "You shoulda woke me up." He says to Luna with a bit of an attitude.

Giving him an apologetic look, she tells him she's sorry. "But hey!" She continues "Would you have rather met her, just waking up, discombobulated as hell. Or awake and on point, like you are now?" She tries to persuade him.

Giving Luna a huff, Rook agrees she's right.

"She pulled that one out of her fucking ass." Colson smiles, amused by his girlfriend's power of persuasion.

"Christopher!!" Bella says, greeting the older gentleman approaching their table. She stands as he greets her with a kiss. "How are you?" She asks.

He responds with a "Great!". Chatting with her, he looks around the table spotting Luna. "Stephanie said you girls were in town!! How good to see you both!" He walks over to kiss Luna's cheek.

Seeing Colson's jaw clench at another man touching her, she introduces them. "Christopher, this is my boyfriend Colson and our friends, Slim, Rook and Mod. Guys, this is Christophe de Lellis. He's the Executive Chef here at Le Monde."

The guys say hello, complimenting their meals.

"OH, FUCK!" Luna says standing up. "I don't know what I was thinking!! Congratulations on the third Michelin, Buddy!!" She pulls a laughing Christopher in for a hug and congratulatory pat on the back. "I'm sure Joël is ecstatic, Eh?"

Christopher nods his head proudly.

She turns to Colson. "Christopher and his partner Joël are family friends. They know my Mom-mom from back in the day, when they were just poor, little, pizza boys." Luna teases Christopher. "And now they have, this one, 2 at home in NY and, what 6 or 7 others through out the world, I believe."

"The American dream." Christopher says displaying his hands out, beaming. After sending his love to Patti, kissing the girls goodbye and thanking the guys for their company, Christopher heads back to the kitchen.

"I can't take you anywhere, can I?" Colson laughs asking Luna as she sits back down.

"Nah. Not really." She tells him with a smile and a kiss. They finish dinner before heading to The Park to experience Enigma.

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Backstage is insane as with any of Stephanie's shows. Between the crew, props and costume changes it's always looked like a different universe to Luna.

"SMIIIITH!!!!" Stephanie shouts for Luna, running up to her in only fishnets, panties a bra and a wig cap. "UGH!!! I'm so excited you're here!!" She exclaims, slipping a bullet into Luna's hand. "One shot. It's from The Netherlands." She tells Luna with a sneaky smile before throwing an "I love you!! ENJOY!!!" over her shoulder as she runs off.

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Luna goes to find her seat and Colson. Stephanie had hooked them up. They're in VIP, just behind the pit.

"These are great seats!!" Bella shouts.

"Steph said this shit was too." Luna responds opening her hand. "It's pure as fuck. She said just take one shot." Luna warns her. Bella nods in understanding as she lifts it to her nose. She passes it back to Luna who hits it herself.

Luna nudges Colson, who's talking to Slim. She shows him the bullet. "Hit it once and pass it. Let them know ONLY once tho."

He takes it from her, asking her where she got it.

"Steph." She responds. "She said it's from The Netherlands, so it's not cut like we're used to. Let the boys know that." She tells him with a concerned look in her eye. Colson takes her seriously, trusting that Luna knows her drugs. After Colson bumps it himself, he passes it with the strict warning. Once everyone has hit it, he passes it back to Luna. As she slides it into her purse, he reassures her no one did too much. Just then, the lights drop and the show begins.

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Of all the artists Luna knows both personally and otherwise, Stephanie has always been her favorite performer, even back when she was playing little clubs in The West Village. She's only gotten more amazing and creative in time.

The amphitheater is booming with electronica, raging guitars, thumping drums, a heart wrenching piano and wild fans. The imagery is mind blowing. MDMA only amplifying the feelings of the thriving colors and sounds as Just Dance rips through the air.

Bella and Luna dance, sing, hold hands and even cry while going ABSOLUTELY bonkers during the show. Rook and Mod move over to them. Both dancing and singing along to Luna's surprise. Colson and Slim are locked into Stephanie's stage performance. Sitting. Not moving. Only staring. Very intently.

Looking over to check on Colson, Luna sees her boyfriend stuck. Reaching in her purse, she pulls out 2 joints. Sitting down next to Colson, she hands him a lit one and a bottle of water. His big eyes and wide smile thanking her. Moving down, she sits next to Slim, handing him the same items. He's able to utter the words "Yooooooo...." with a grateful look.

About 20 mins later, they're both up. Moving, laughing and taking in the atmosphere with the others.

"SHE'S FUCKING SIIIIICK!!!!" Colson shouts at Luna as he scoops her up for a passionate kiss. The vibration of the room and drugs pulsing through them.

Stephanie sings live, dances her heart out and flies through the air. Enigma is not a concert. It is not a show. It is an experience like no other. Stephanie explaining to Luna her concept a long time ago. Enigma being a spirit guide and manifestation of Stephanie's inner most psyche, guiding her to a greater truth about herself over the course of almost 2hrs.

Luna stares at her friend in amazement. The same way she did all those years ago, at the first show of Stephanie's that she had ever caught.

"She fucking did IT!" Luna's heart glows with pride for her friend. Never doubting she could.

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Rolling their faces off, after the show they're headed back stage. Colson points at a drum kit, teasing Rook about his love of Gaga.

"Look at THAT fucking smile." Luna thinks snapping a quick picture of Colson.

Things are much calmer in the dressing room. Stephanie is sipping a glass of champagne, smoking a joint when they all come in. "Hello!" She says standing to greet them. "Thank you so much for coming. Did you enjoy?" The 6 of them erupt into giggles. "So, you did." She laughs, tilting her head with a knowing smile.

"It was fucking off the wall, Steph!!" Luna exclaims hugging her friend. "You nailed it. It's so much greater than we ever IMAGINED it could be!!" She kisses her friend hard on the lips.

Stephanie kisses her back. "God, I love you, Doll." She tells Luna, thinking back to that tiny apartment and a simple concept. "What are you guys doing tonight?" She asks.

Luna looks around at her tripping, giggling friends. "We were gonna play some poker, but I think we're probably gonna hit The Strip and watch the colors. Wanna come?" She asks.

"ABSOLUTELY!!" Stephanie declares.

"Awesome!!" Luna grins, hearing Bella shout with her in unison. She's close enough for Luna to reach out and squeeze her hand. Grateful for their connection.

Luna then turns to look for Rook. Finding him, she pulls him over. "Steph this is Rook, Rook, Steph. She's gonna hit the strip with us." She tells his happy eyes with a smile.

"It's an honor to meet you!!" He beams brightly, taking her hand, making Stephanie blush.

"Let me change and I'll meet you by the stage." She tells them. Luna hands her back the bullet, which Stephanie promptly hits and passes around to them all again.

It's deff gonna be a colorful night.

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Out on The Strip, they are their normal, wild, fucked up selves. Just tripping balls on a Monday night in Las Vegas. The boys are running up and down the sidewalks. Slapping signs, jumping all over each other. The girls skip together, linking arms and giggling. Everyone is pointing at something in amazement. Colson swings Luna around, continuously kissing and laughing together. She makes him sad when she declines his piggy back ride because her dress is too short. Making it up to him with more sweet kisses and I love-LOVE yous. They're loud and rambunctious. Happy and having fun. Roaming in and out of the casinos. One always catching the other before they cause too much ruckus. Although, Colson does channel his inner Tommy at The Fremont. Smacking up a tray of drinks, while screaming "WHOOOOOOOOH!!" in the waitress's face. Instantly grabbing Luna's hand and running for the door. The other 5 hauling ass behind them. Hysterically laughing as they all safely make their get-a-way. The mini Eiffel Tower catches them, while they all stand and stare at the lights. Holding hands in a row, feeling a deep, spiritual connection. Later, Mod tries but fails to throw Bella in the Bellagio fountain. Rook and Stephanie hit it off right away. Her appreciating his love of her art and respecting his craft. At some point Colson pulls on Luna's cheetah print coat. He looks great in it and keeps trying to share its softness on everyone. As they wander around Vegas, Luna gets a great shot of him distracted, laughing at some strangers, standing with a posed Mod and Slim. Rook, Bella and Stephanie deep in philosophical talks behind her. Pounding water, puffing on pens, the group spends the rest of the night wandering and laughing. Stephanie enjoying the rarity of blending in.

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It's late-late when Colson and Luna make it back to their hotel room. Everyone had popped a bar before splitting up to ease the buzz in their heads. Slipping off her dress, she climbs into the soft bed as he heads into the bathroom. She's knocked out by time he comes back in. Taking off his clothes, he slides into bed with her. She moves enough for him to slide his arm under her, cradling her on his chest.

"God, I fucking love her. Mmmm..... She smells so fucking good... I'd spend the rest of my life right here if I could." He thinks kissing her forehead.

Wanting the world to know how he feels, especially Bleta, he grabs his phone. Staring into the camera he takes a selfie and posts it to his Instagram. He captions it....

Trust and believe. This is how I start every day and will always end each night. With MY girl

🐰💖🐱 💯 #loveLOVEyou #Vegasbaby #mybadlittlething

With that he sets his phone down, snuggles into Luna and happily falls asleep.

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To be continued.....

[gretavanfleetlife]

Only Time Will Tell:

Chapter 6

AN: Sooo as you’ll see I’ve had a pretty bad week and I think it shows in this chapter... ITS OK THO cuz I love how this part turned out! Read it and weep🤧

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,500 words

You hazily blink awake and find yourself lying peacefully wrapped in Sam's arms. Your head lies on his bare chest, slowly rising and falling with his steady breathing. You glance at the clock glaring brightly through the dark room. 6:04 a.m. shines back at you and you breathe a heavy sigh. You lift your head to look up at Sam. He looks incredibly peaceful as he sleeps, not to mention incredibly handsome. You don't want to disturb him but you know you can't just leave without saying anything. You lean up and place a gentle kiss on Sam's jaw, making him stir and smile in his sleep.

"I should go," you whisper. Sam's eyebrows furrow but he doesn't open his eyes, seemingly still in a dreamy state.

"No beautiful, stay with me. I've waited so long," he murmurs as he hugs you closer to him. You blush and decide to stay for another hour at most. You want to be able to go home without Josh seeing you walking through his house so early in the morning, he'll definitely ask questions. You know that if he saw you, you wouldn't be able to lie to him. You close your eyes again and quickly fall back asleep.

When you wake up again, you notice the sun shining gently through the window. You look at the clock and read 9:28 a.m. shining back at you.

"Shit. Sam wake up," you gently rub Sam's chest. he grasps at your hand gently.

"Hm?" he asks groggily, his eyes still closed.

"I have to go."

"What, why?" his eyes blink open as you sit up, reluctantly leaving his warm embrace.

"I just should really get going," you whisper, you didn't want to tell him about the promise that you made to his older brother.

"But why though? It's summer, remember? Just stay a little longer," he tries to convince you, rubbing his eyes.

"No Sam I can't, I-" you're cut off by a loud knocking at the bedroom door.

"Sam, are you awake?" Josh calls through the door. You're startled as you sit still with fear.

"Yeah, why?" Sam replies.

"Can I come in?" Josh asks. Sam looks at you and you violently shake your head no.

"N-no" he stumbles. You hear Josh laugh behind the door.

"That was a rhetorical question," he chuckles.

"I'm not decent, Josh," Sam says.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Josh states before opening the door and walking in. Josh's eyes widen in surprise, looking at you sitting up in Sam's bed while he lies, shirtless, beside you. The look of shock on his face quickly turns to a look of hurt sadness. He swallows hard.

"Breakfast is ready," he says in a low voice, glancing at you briefly before returning to the hall, closing Sam's door behind him. You put your head in your hands and shake your head, muttering profanities as you slide out of bed. You realize that you're still wearing a tank top and short shorts from the night before. You dismiss the thought, too worried about Josh seeing you to care about your appearance.

"Come on," you sigh to Sam, giving him a nervous glance as he joins you and you head down to the kitchen.

You and Sam take a seat at the kitchen counter beside Josh and begin to silently eat the pancakes he made you.

"Where's Jake?" Sam asks Josh, breaking the uneasy silence.

"He went out to get some backup guitar strings," he replies, not bothering to look up from his food.

"Oh yeah! Did Josh tell you we were going on tour?" Sam asks you excitedly. You notice Josh look up at you from the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, congratulations! I'm so proud of you all," you reply with a forced smile.

"Yeah we're all really excited," Sam says, "it's too bad we'll have to leave all summer though." You can feel Josh's eyes on you as you try hard to focus on your pancakes.

"Yeah, I'll miss you guys," you reply honestly.

"Hey, why don't you come with us?" Sam asks happily, looking from you to Josh. You glance up at Sam as a smile tugs at your lips. You open your mouth to reply but you're quickly cut off.

"No. She's not coming," Josh states, taking a bite of his pancake. Your heart drops and Sam's smile fades.

"Why not?" Sam glares at Josh and he meets his brother's gaze.

"She's not a part of this Sam," Josh says.

"Is this because you saw us in my bed together?" Sam accuses, while you look at him anxiously, "because it isn't what you think it is." Josh drops his fork and it clatters loudly against his plate.

"Oh no, I'm sure it isn't. Obviously, there isn't anything going on between the two of you. That would be insane, right?" Josh replies calmly, staring only at you while he spoke. You quickly nod.

"Of course Josh, don't be ridiculous," you say quickly before Sam could respond. Sam turns his attention to you, his eyebrows furrowed as he waits eagerly for you to continue. "There's nothing going on between us, I just needed a place to sleep for the night," you attempt to lie, although Josh clearly isn't convinced.

"Mhm," Josh slurs, picking up his fork and returning his attention to finishing his breakfast. You glance briefly at Sam and notice him looking at you, his lips parted slightly and his eyes sad. You try hard to ignore him as you focus on eating your pancakes. Nobody spoke. You finish eating and stand up with your empty plate, Josh rising from his seat as well.

"Sam, do the dishes," Josh says quietly, "I want to talk to y/n for a minute." Your stomach drops and your heart begins to race.

"Fine," Sam grumbles, taking your plate from you.

Josh leads you upstairs to his room, remaining silent the whole way. He closes his bedroom door behind you and turns to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly contemplating what to say.

"Why are you here," he asks you quietly. You can't possibly tell him the truth, even though you know he'll be able to tell if you lie.

"Listen Josh, it's really not what you think it is. I just needed a place to sleep, nothing happened between Sam and me, I only slept in his bed," you ramble. His eyes never leave yours as he shakes his head slightly, narrowing his eyes.

"Why aren't you telling me the truth, y/n?" Josh asks softly.

"You know I wouldn't lie to you."

"I used to believe that but now I'm not so sure."

"Josh please believe me," you plead. He scoffs and a sudden wave of pain washes over his face, clearly evident in his eyes. If he was holding in his emotions before he clearly isn't anymore. Your heart breaks at the way he looks at you.

"Believe you? I know you y/n. You're lying straight to my face."

"Josh-" before you can continue Josh cuts you off, his voice low.

"what happened last night," he asks again, and you notice his eyes begin to tear up. All you want is to tell him the truth, you're heartbroken that you can't.

"Nothing happened between me and Sam," you say quietly as Josh's eyes narrow and he shakes his head at you. You look at your feet. You know you haven't convinced him but it's too late to go back. "I just got here last night and I saw a light on in his room, so I went in and asked to stay overnight, that's all."

You look back up at him and what you see makes you wish you hadn't looked up at all. A tear rolls down Josh's cheek, followed quickly by another. His watery eyes are still fixed on yours, and your heart aches.

"I thought our friendship was stronger than this," he says evenly in a deep voice. You feel your eyes water as you reach your hand up to wipe away his tears. He turns his face away from you and looks to the wall, not letting you touch him. You drop your hand and a tear escapes your eye.

"I thought you'd never lie to me," his voice wavers slightly, "I thought we were best friends."

"We are Josh, I'll always be your best friend," you say. He looks back at you with sad eyes.

"No," his voice cracks and you choke back a sob, "you can't be if you're going to make me a promise, break it, and then lie to me about it." Tears stream freely down your face now. You had never made Josh cry before now, and you've never felt worse about yourself.

"I'm so sorry," you breathe, shaking your head.

"After all of this, you're still not going to tell me what really happened?" he wonders aloud. You look quietly back at your feet and wipe away the tears that stung your cheeks. You nervously glance back up at him and watch him wipe his own tears away while he turns towards the door. He grabs the handle but you can't let him leave like this, even if it'll only put you in a worse position.

"Josh wait," you force out. His hand stays around the doorknob but he stays perfectly still, facing the door. "I-I kissed him."

He looks over his shoulder at you and you notice his face soaked with many more tears than you saw him shed moments before. He stares you right in the eyes and bites his lip in an attempt to stop himself from crying. It doesn't work, tears continuing to stain his cheeks. He swings the door open and walks out without another word. You reach out your arm in his direction but he closes it behind him. Stunned, you sink to the floor and sit with your face buried in your hands. Hurting Josh was the last thing you wanted. You hated knowing that he was crying right now because of you. You hear him walking downstairs as Sam calls out to him.

"Josh what happened?" you hear Sam ask, muffled by the door. There's no reply. Instead, you hear the front door open and slam shut as you cry into your arms. You hear footsteps ascending the stairs so you stand up and wipe away your tears, not doing a very good job as your face is still soaked. You hear a knock at the bedroom door, so you stumble over and open it, meeting Sam's eyes with your own. You can't even look at him without thinking about what you did to Josh.

"Y/n are you ok? What's wrong?" he asks, clearly extremely worried. It's not often that Josh cries. Sam takes a step towards you but you brush past him and rush downstairs.

"N-not now Sam," you say before running to the front door and throwing it open, not bothering to close it as you run outside. You jog down the driveway and see Josh sitting in his car. His arms are crossed on top of the steering wheel and his head is leaning heavily on his arms. Your heart drops in your chest, you've truly never felt lower. He doesn't see you so you continue to run down the driveway and onto the road. You hear Sam call after you but you don't stop.

You sprint until you reach your house, tears streaming down your face. You throw your door open and hurry inside. You call out to your dad but don't hear a reply, confirming your suspicion that he's gone out. You run up the stairs to your room and sit down on your bed, defeated. You gasp for breath between heavy sobs, burying your face in your hands. You can't believe that you broke your promise to Josh. For the first time, you feel like your friendship is broken. Watching Josh cry and knowing it was entirely your fault shattered your heart. Lying to his face over and over made you wish nothing had ever happened between you and Sam. You regretted sneaking out and waking him up last night. You regretted taking him to the creek and kissing him, and above all else, you regretted sleeping in his bed with him afterward.

All you wanted now was for Josh to forgive you, but you had seriously broken his trust. Your heart aches. You feel a hand touch your back gently and feel the space on the bed beside you sink. You remove your head from your hands and glance up to see Sam sitting beside you. Concern spreads in his eyes when he sees your face, although you don't need a mirror to know that you feel much worse than you look. He reaches out and pulls you into a warm hug. Without thinking, you bury your face into his chest as he rubs small circles into your back with his hands. Your tears soak into his shirt.

"Shhh," he whispers comfortingly, in an attempt to calm you down. It doesn't work. All that you can think about is knowing that Josh is crying just as hard as you are right now, with no one to comfort him. He deserves somebody to be there for him right now like Sam is here for you. But the difference is, you don't deserve Sam. You're the one who should be alone. You pull away from Sam and stand up, walking away from him as you cover your mouth with your hand to hold back a sob.

"Sam, I-I can't do this," you say shakily. You hear him stand up from the bed behind you.

"Can't do what?" he asks, his voice seeming to be afraid to hear how you might answer. You turn around to face him, hugging your arms to your stomach.

"I can't be with you right now," you say quietly as you watch his face fall, "we can't be together," you continue. Sam looks at his feet but remains silent.

"I mean, we're only friends, right? It's ok," you say, trying harder to convince yourself than Sam. He shakes his head and looks back up at you with sad eyes.

"We're not just friends and you know it," his voice deep. You shake your head, knowing that he's right but not wanting to admit it to yourself. You have to get through this, for Josh's sake.

"We have to be."

"No we don't!" his voice cracks, full of sadness. It reminds you of when you were talking to Josh. Sam takes a step towards you and you look at your feet. He takes your hands into his.

"Y/n please don't break my heart," he breathes shakily, "I don't know what I'd do." You close your eyes and let another tear fall as you let go of his hands, looking up to meet Sam's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

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[littlespoonevan]

yoooo i loved your little drabble about isak and even meeting in isak's first year at the bakka party! would you considering writing the same situation but from even's perspective? obviously you dont have to if you dont want to but i think it'd be cute to read how even spots isak from the minute he walks through the door and can't take his eyes off of him the whole time! maybe he even preemptively slips his # into isak's jacket pocket before meeting him on the bench bc he knows isak is special

anon said:oh noooo that little bakka party drabble is so cute! i’d love to read some follow-ups to this if you ever feel like writing more! kisses

anon said:omg please do a part 2 to even and isak meeting at the bakka party!!! it was so good i’m ENTHRALLED!!!!

anon said:Yesssss pleaseeee write part two!!!!

okay!!! so this is a continuation of the bakka party fic as well as even’s pov!!!! i hope you enjoy it, angels:’)

Part 1

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Even goes to every single party he hears about in thenext two weeks, just hoping for a glimpse of Isak again. He’s still cursinghimself for not asking for his number. He’d plannedto but he’d lost his nerve a little when Isak’s friend had shown up.

He’d noticed him the second he walked in the door,expression piqued with curiosity and something that had almost looked likerelief. Even would have felt guiltier about staring at him but with him andSonja taking a break after one too many fights and the way Mikael’s smile hasbeen muddling his head recently, nothing fucking makes sense.

Isak though. Isak had made sense that night.

He’d watched him lean against the wall and lazilyglance around the room. When his friend had disappeared in the direction of thekitchen with a girl he’d seen the way Isak’s calm demeanour slowly grew morepanicked, looking around the dancefloor with an agitated expression on his facethat contrasted starkly with the easy confidence he’d been wearing earlier.Even had watched him escape outside and waited a healthy amount of time before following him.

And he’d just. He’d had the best night of his life –sitting on a porch swing smoking with a stranger who didn’t feel like astranger.

But he has yet to see Isak again since that firstnight. He doesn’t have his last name so he can’t look for him on Facebook. He’dconsidered asking Elias’ little sister, Sana, since she was a first year inNissen too but he thinks it’d probably raise too many questions he’s not surehow to answer yet. So instead, he goes to parties and hopes against hope thatIsak will show up again.

He’s honestly close to giving up, moping in thecorner at the party of some guy in his English class, when he sees him.

Isak steps through the door with two other boys intow: Jonas, from last time, and a blond boy. He hasn’t spotted Even yet – why would he? Even thinks, he’s probably forgotten about you – and hedisappears down the hallway after only a moment.

Even exercises excellent self-control and stays inhis seat, listening to Adam and Elias bicker about something and trying desperatelynot to watch the entryway of the living room for when Isak comes back. He does return a few minutes later, withouthis jacket and with a can in his hand.

Even completely checks out of the conversation aroundhim then in favour of watching him. He doesn’t know how long it takes but atsome point, Isak must feel him staring because he looks over in Even’sdirection and freezes when their eyes lock.

Even offers a smile and a tiny wave and he’s too faraway to tell but judging by the bashful smile on Isak’s face when he ducks hishead he’s probably blushing.

“Who are you waving at?” Yousef asks, making Evenjump and hastily look away from Isak to meet his friends’ curious gazes.

“Just some guy I met at Rakel’s party a couple ofweeks ago,” Even says casually. He resigns himself to not being able to talk toIsak just yet after that and allows the boys to suck him back into their conversation.He still tosses fleeting glances in Isak’s direction whenever he gets thechance and feels a thrill shock through him every time he catches Isak lookback.

It takes a while but eventually he notices Isak’sfriends peel off, presumably in search of a hook up, and when Even next meetsIsak’s gaze a look passes between them before Isak slips through the crowd inthe direction of the back garden. Even manages to last about sixty seconds withhis heart in his throat before he pushes himself up and announces that he’sgoing to get some fresh air.

“Want me to come with you, bro?” Mikael asksautomatically and Even thinks if it was a few weeks ago he probably would’vejumped at the chance.

Instead, he shakes his head. “Nah, it’s cool. It’sjust a bit stuffy in here, I won’t be long.”

With that, he pretty much hightails it out of theliving room and weaves his way through the crowds to reach the garden. It’sbusier out here than it was at the last party and he doesn’t immediately spotIsak until he notices someone sitting on the grass further down the garden, bundledup in a jacket with little tufts of blond hair visible in the dim light.

Even doesn’t run to him but it’s a near thing. This gardenis a little different from the last, wide and sprawling while also slopingdownwards towards a treeline. Isak is sitting about halfway down the hill,leaning back into the slope with his legs bent at the knee and his head turnedtowards the sky. He’s mesmerising.

Even sits down beside him, butterflies erupting inhis stomach when Isak casts a shy glance in his direction.

“Can I have your phone?” Even asks before he can losehis nerve.

Isak raises his eyebrow but his hand still goes tohis pocket. “This is an even weirder conversation starter than you declaring ussome reincarnation of Romeo and Juliet just so you know.”

“I didn’t get to give you my number last time,” hesays, plucking Isak’s phone out of his slack hands. “And I had to go to a lotof shit parties just to see if you would show up because of it. I’d rather thatdoesn’t happen again.”

Isak is staring at him, expression caught somewherebetween excited and disbelieving as Even folds his phone back into his hands.

“I wanted to go,” Isak says when he finally seems tohave found his voice again. “But I didn’t really know how to explain why Isuddenly wanted to spend all my time at Bakka parties instead of ones thrown bypeople at Nissen.”

Even nods, hoping he looks more confident than hefeels. He may feel like he might burst on the inside but on the outside heaffects a teasing smile. “Just tell your friends you met a devastatinglyhandsome boy who shared his weed with you. They’ll understand.”

Isak raises an eyebrow again before huffing out alaugh and shaking his head. “I’m not sure that they would, actually.”

Even feels himself frown slightly at that, shiftingto mimic Isak’s position so he can more easily bump their shoulders together. “No?”

Isak turns his head to the side to meet his gaze fora moment before he looks away, shrugging self-consciously. “I don’t know. I- Ihaven’t really-“

“It’s okay,” Even says softly when watching Isaksquirm makes his chest clench.

They share a look for a moment and Even feels himselfrelax once again when Isak’s lips lift in a tiny grateful smile. Then Isak’sgaze drifts to the sky again and he sighs. “Life would be so much fuckingeasier if I was a star,” he says petulantly. “They don’t have to deal withemotions or insomnia or anything like that.”

“Uh, I believe Stardustbegs to differ,” Even teases. It’s an attempt to make the crinkle between Isak’seyebrows disappear and it works. Isak rolls his eyes, mouth curving up in whatappears to be an involuntary smile.

“That’s a movie,” Isak mumbles then and Even knowsthat but considering the way he’s glowing from the inside out just sitting besideIsak right now, he thinks that movie might’ve been onto something.

“So you don’twant me to disappear through the trees to collect you a star?” he checks,letting out a delighted laugh when Isak elbows him.

“No, I want you to stay here,” Isak murmurs and whenEven turns his head he finds them only centimetres apart.

“I can do that,” Even whispers, feeling his throatbob as he hooks his pinky finger around Isak’s where their hands are layingside by side in the grass.

Isak lets out a tiny gasp at the contact but after amoment seems to steel himself and tangles their fingers together properly.

Even is content to sit like that for a while, staringup at the sky and revelling at the way his fingers are sparking where they’retouching Isak’s. He hardly remembers there’s still a party raging on behindhim, the music almost like a distant soundtrack to the moment than anythingelse.

They’re quiet until Even hears Isak stutter out abreath and then he’s hesitantly asking, “Even?”

“Mm?”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

Even turns to look at him and isn’t all thatsurprised to find Isak already looking back at him. “No,” he says quietly. “Haveyou?”

Isak merely shakes his head in response. Evenconsiders him for a moment, takes in the way Isak’s expression seems to begginghim to lean in in one breath and praying he’ll leave in the other. He doesn’t knowwhat Isak really wants but he can take a guess.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he reachesup with his free hand to cup Isak’s cheek and, in one smooth movement, hecaptures his lips in a chaste kiss. It’s a barely there brush of lips but itmakes him feel more than he ever thought possible. It lights him up.

When he pulls back a moment later he feels hisheartrate pick up at the way Isak’s eyelids flutter open, mouth still partedslightly and looking so, so inviting.

“Now you have,” Even whispers.

It takes a minute for the words to register with Isakbut Even can tell the moment they do because a shy smile spreads across hisface and his cheek grows hot under Even’s palm.

“So have you,” Isak whispers back, hand hesitantlyreaching up to touch Even’s lip like he can’t really believe it.

“Still wish you were a star?” Even asks after amoment, voice soft and low.

Isak shakes his head, fingers absently tighteningaround Even’s where their hands are still held together. “Stars don’t kissboys.”

Even grins, nudging his nose against Isak’s andleaning in to kiss a boy with galaxies in his eyes.

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