#a goddamn chill went down my spine

[c-duceusclay]

Matt asking FCG if they go down this narrow ass chasm head or wheel first feels just as sinister as Brennan asking if you're weakest at the elbow or the shoulder

[the-froschamethyst4]

Body Addict

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Curvy Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, implied smut, language, kissing/making out, addicted to someone's body, biting, praising, touching/groping, teasing, eating out, fingering

𖤐Summary: Gaz is a bit obsessed with his wife's body, and I mean obsessed. He loves her boobs, how they fit perfectly into his hands. Her ass, how it recoils when he slaps it. Her tummy, he loves kissing it and laying on it. Her thighs, he loves to squeeze them any chance he gets. And her hips, he loves grabbing them.

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Gaz was leaning against the headboard of the bed he shared with his wife. Y/n had just gotten out of the shower, towel around her body and she was just putting her up in a towel.

She opens the door to let the steam escape from the bathroom and opening the window that was in the bathroom.

She drops the towel that was around her body and started to get dress.

Gaz watches her. He bites his bottom lip and moves to the edge of the bed to look at her.

Her panties hugging her lower half just right, her bra hugging her breasts. He wishes he could be the bra, hugging her breasts like it always gets to do.

She lets to towel holding her hair fall.

He stares at her hips wanting to pinch them, kiss them, suck on them, wanting to BITE THEM drove him insane!!

She puts a shirt on covering up her breasts, so he focuses on her ass. Seeing it slightly bounce when she walks around the bathroom trying to get her blow-dryer.

"Baby."

"Yes?" He asked.

"Have you seen my heat resistant spray?" she asked.

"No, thought it was under the cabinet like it's suppose to be," Gaz says.

"I can't...find it," she goes farther into the cabinet and gave him a full view of her ass.

"Goddamn," he mumbles.

"Did you say something?" She asks, finally finding her spray.

"Nope...did you find it?"

"Yeah," she brushes her hair and spray her hair, rubbing it in her hair and brushing it one more time to get it all in through her hair before blow drying it.

Gaz finally gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom, his hand going to her hips and moving on the other side of her, grabbing his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth.

His eyes were only watching her.

After a while once Y/n's hair was completely dry, she fluffs it up a certain way. Gaz watches and when she lifts her head back up, her hair was bouncy. Gaz was...amazed, no not amazed, speechless.

"Goddamn," he mumbles again.

She looks at him and her arms go around his neck. His hands immediately flew to her ass, gently squeezing her.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm just touching," he smirks and kissed her lips. His dog tags sending cold chills down her spine and goosebumps on her skin.

His hands then went to her hip pinching so lightly, his lips going to her neck and sucking on her neck so lightly, giving her a small bruise.

"Gosh..." he moans.

"Aren't you going to the gym?" She asked him.

"It can wait, I'm sure Price and Ghost will understand," he smirks, pushing her against the sinks marble counter.

Her ass just barely sitting on the edge, but soon was picked up and placed on the counter. Her legs went around his waist, his hands went to her hips.

She lets out a soft moan when feeling his hands grip at her fleshy thick thighs.

"I can't fucking tell you how, turned on I am," he says.

"I think I can tell," she smirks and touched his shoulders.

"Oh can you?"

"Yes, because I can feel your dick against me," she says, kissing his lips and laying on her elbows and looking up at him.

His hands held her waist and started to kiss her neck and collarbone. She gives him a small moan, her hands go from his shoulders up his neck.

His hands traveled down to her thighs forcing them open. He moves down and kisses her inner thighs and starts biting the fleshy thick thighs.

Rinnnng~

"Guess who's calling?" She asked.

Gaz groans knowing it's Price. He looks at his phone and answers it, as he placed his phone to his ear he went back to kiss and biting her thighs.

"What?" He says. He kissed and sucked on her thighs, earning yet another moan from her. She leans back on her elbows, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and the other gripping Gaz's hair.

He starts getting closer to Y/n's panties. His fingers gripping the top of her panties and pulling them down. His tongue then went between her folds as he hummed in his response to Price talking well bitching at him for not showing up to the workout.

His free hand started to push in two of his fingers, middle and ring finger. He licks between her folds again and moved his finger in and out her quickly, her thighs wanted to shut but she didn't want to hurt him.

The vibrations of him humming sent shivers down her spine and she squeezed around his fingers. Her fingers tightened his his curly hair.

"Ahhhh~" she moans and then came in his mouth.

He licks his lips and licked up her mess. He licks his fingers getting the cum off his fingers but he loves the taste, he sticks his tongue back into her lower half, forcing it to go in and out of her.

Her head goes back hitting the mirror behind her.

"I get it, Price," he mumbles sticking the two fingers inside her again, he starts slow and then moves faster. Her hand grips his wrist feeling his veiny wrist and forearm.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there soon, but I have a mess to clean up first," he smirks looking down at Y/n, licking her folds and his fingers.

He licks the corner of his mouth and cleans up her white cum. She moans and finally squeezes her thighs together around Gaz's hand.

"Fuck," she moans out.

Gaz smirks, he forced her thighs back open moving his phone from his ear for a few seconds.

After a while of Gaz cleaning up Y/n, she looks at him and smiles at him. Gaz got his workout clothes on as Y/n was still in bra and underwear. She looks at Gaz from the bed.

"Like something you see?" He asked.

"Duh," she says, rolling on her back and grabbing her phone and looking at her social media.

"I'll be back, baby," he says, kissing her lips and heading out.

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"Well, it's about damn time," Price says.

"Sorry," Gaz moans as he placed his bag down.

"What were you even doing?" Ghost asked.

"Oh I know what he was doing," Price teased. "Oh Gaz, ahh~ ahhh~" Price mocked Y/n's moaning. Ghost laughed and Gaz's face was all red.

"Fucking asshole," Gaz punched Price's arm.

"Oh you think that hurts me," Price put Gaz in a headlock.

"Knock it off, can we start the workout, now?" Ghost asked.

"Fine," Price lets Gaz go.

[minkilicious]

K.HJ | Supermarket Flowers

Pairing: Idol!hongjoong x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (as far as I know) (I suck with determining genres)

Warnings: Talks about cheating, reader has deep (dare I say depressive) thoughts, small curse word usage (hell, shit, damn, goddamn, damned)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: (SFW) PG-13

A/N: Omg y’all it’s finally here! My first Fic! It took me so long to finish this but I’m glad I powered through my writers block and got it done. The story may start a bit ‘eh’ and it may even be ‘eh’ all together but it’s okay. This is a learning experience and I know I have room for improvement. Friendly Feedback is always welcome! Please bear with me♥︎♥︎

proofread like 95%

Story is under the cut, Enjoy!♥︎♥︎

The hum of fluorescent lights filled the almost empty office as you sat hunched over your computer, the glow casting shadows across your fatigued face. The clock on your desk ticked relentlessly. You sat staring at the last of the files you needed to review and fix if needed, a task demanding more time than you had.

The hands of the clock on your desk crept closer to the end of the workday, you carefully gathered your belongings, feeling the anticipation of finally leaving the office. "Hey Cath," you called out to your supervisor, Cathryn, who was seated at her desk. "I've completed the files you sent over." With a gentle smile, You placed them on the corner of her desk and turned to make your way out. However, before you could take another step, Cathryn halted you. "Hey Y/N, could you please stay and take care of some other files for me? I understand that you've just finished the pile of files I sent last week, but these are extremely crucial. I would handle them myself, but I'm already swamped with offsite work, and I really need them before Wednesday." She stops, looking at me for an answer, even though you both knew there wasn't a 'saying no' option.

"Sure," you nod, walking out of her office with a new task at hand.

With a heavy sigh, returning to your desk you glanced at your phone, deciding it was a good time to call Hongjoong. You pressed his name, your heart sinking as the call went to voicemail. Clearing your throat, you left a quick message, your voice a mix of weariness and affection.

"Hey Joong, the office wants me to work late, some important files that Cath needs by Wednesday," you started, your words rushed but laced with a hint of longing. 

"After that, I was going to stop by the store and pick up a few things. Did you need anything?" you ask. Mentally hitting yourself for not asking him before you left for work this morning. 

You continue to speak "And maybe we could have a late date night or just Netflix and chill? I just know how busy you've been in the studio with the recent comeback, and I thought some one-on-one time would be nice. I miss you. Please call me back when you get this." you pause, "I love youu," you finished off the voicemail, your voice rising in a sing-songy tone before hanging up.

With a heavy heart, You returned your attention to your work, the computer screen blurring before your tired eyes. The thought of Hongjoong waiting for you at home brought a pang of guilt mixed with a yearning for his presence. You missed your lazy evenings together, the shared laughter and stolen moments of intimacy.

As the minutes turned into hours, You finally completed the daunting task that was put upon you abruptly, your shoulders sagging with relief. Checking the time, you realized the supermarket would be closing soon, and you still had to pick up supplies for the week ahead. Weariness clung to you like a heavy cloak as you gathered your belongings and made your way out of the office.

The streets outside were eerily quiet, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. The chill of the night air cut through you, sending a shiver down your spine. Pulling your coat tighter around you, you hailed a cab and directed the driver to the nearest supermarket.

The aisles of the store were almost empty, save for a few late-night shoppers hurriedly grabbing their necessities. You moved through the maze of products, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Hongjoong and your unfinished one-way conversation. You picked up items from the list you had hastily scribbled earlier, your steps quickening as you neared the checkout counter.

As you were placing your grocery items on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw a solitary bouquet of flowers left on the display, and to your surprise, it was a beautiful arrangement of Marigolds. You stopped in your tracks, captivated by the striking colors and the delicate petals of the flowers.

As you stood there gazing at the bouquet, your mind began to wander off, and you found yourself lost in your thoughts. The Marigolds reminded you of Hongjoong. The vivid yellow and orange hues of the flowers were reminiscent of his warm smile, and the soft petals reminded you of his gentle touch.

You were so engrossed in your own world that you didn't hear the cashier trying to get your attention. She spoke up, "Miss?" twice, but you didn't respond. Finally, she spoke louder, "Excuse me, Miss? You're holding up the line, and it's 10 minutes till closing." You snapped back to reality, realizing that you had been standing there for quite some time, mesmerized by the Marigolds.

As you paid for the groceries and packed them into bags, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fumbled to retrieve it, your heart leaping when you saw Hongjoong's saved contact name pop up 'My 1 and Only' with a ring emoji next to it. Answering quickly, you were met with his warm voice.

"Hey, um..I just got your message." He paused. "No, I'm good. I don't think I need anything. and about that date night' Hongjoong pauses again before speaking once more. "I'm still at the studio working on this one part of the track. I don't think I'll make it home till late."

You frowned as he spoke. You weren't going to lie, hearing that he wasn't gonna be home till late sent an ache to your chest. You knew that Hongjoong's job was so important and meaningful to him but when he chooses his work over you time and time again, it hurts.

You tried to suppress the pain creeping into your chest and the sadness threading your voice before you broke the silence that had fallen over the call. "O-Oh. Well if you're that busy, I won't keep you." You fell quiet, silently hoping that he might change his mind.

Hongjoong hurriedly spoke again "Yeah.." he sighed before continuing. "I should probably get back to work." You were about to tell him you love him and to at least make sure he doesn't skip his meals and stays hydrated, he ended the call without even saying I love you.

You can't help but feel sad and unwanted; your eyes start to water, the salty tears threatening to fall down your cheeks at any given moment. You know Hongjoong loves you but he has a funny way of showing it which is what makes it hard to believe most of the time.

You hailed a cab and walked to the yellow and black car with groceries in hand. After putting them in the backseat, you slid into the backseat yourself and told the cab driver your address. You decided to stare out the window, feeling that it was best to avoid a potentially awkward conversation with the cab driver. As you watched, the supermarket disappeared from view, leaving only empty streets illuminated by street lights.

As you finally reach Hongjoong's apartment, you pay the cab driver and gather up the bags in your hands. You shut the cab door with your hip and walk up to the tall wooden door. With your free hand, you pull out the spare key from your purse – the one Hongjoong had given you – and insert it into the lock. You turned the key until you heard a click, then pushed the door open and stepped inside, you kick off your heels and set your purse on the table just inside the door. The familiar scent of Hongjoong mixed with the aroma of incense filled the air, you instantly felt right at home.

Walking over to the kitchen, you started to put the groceries away one by one until finally, you reached the last one. The bouquet of Marigolds. You rushed to take the old flowers out of the clear glass vase that recited on the bar marble top. In doing so an open wine bottle caught your attention. You walk over to the bottle sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Picking it up, you see that it is empty. You also see that two wine glasses are also on the coffee table in front of you.

Your mind starts to race, "If Hongjoong is home, was he waiting for you? did he just decide to come home? why did he lie and say he was going to be late? who the hell did he have over at this hour?" You look over at the clock on the wall, it reading half past 10. Making your way out of the living room towards the stairs, you feel your heart pounding harder in your chest. 

"Joong?" you call out, but receive no reply.

Your heart races as you reach the slightly open bedroom door, the soft light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Pushing the bedroom door the rest of the way open, Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene before you - Hongjoong intertwined with another woman. Their bodies twisted together, sheets twisted around their limbs like a cruel embrace – Hongjoong's eyes meet yours, a mixture of regret and guilt flashing across his face. The room seemed to spin around you, the world tilting on its axis as you struggled to make sense of the betrayal laid bare before you.

The woman beside him was a stranger, her features blurred in the dim light, but her presence was a sharp dagger in your heart. You had shared your dreams, your fears, and your vulnerabilities with Hongjoong, only to be met with his ultimate betrayal.

The air crackled with tension as you stood frozen in the doorway, the realization sinking in like a lead weight in your chest. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over.

The silence that stretched between you was punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breathing, the weight of months of love and disappointment pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You turned on your heel, walking out of Hongjoong's apartment, the night air cool on your burning skin.

A now clothed Hongjoong chases after you. "y/n wait!" he calls after you but you continue to walk away. Hongjoong catches up to you grabbing your arm causing you to pull your arm away from his grasp and face him. Hurt imminent on your delicate features.

Catching his breath, You stare at each other for a while before he breaks the silence. "Look, I can explain-" 

Interrupting him you speak, "I don't want your explanations, Hongjoong. Cut the shit! We both know what I saw." The tears are already welling up in your eyes. The amount of anger and hurt you are feeling beginning to feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong stands there. Right now he wants to hold you close and tell you how stupid he is. How he wishes he could take it all back if he could, but all he can muster up is "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? that's all you have to say?" You look at him dead in the eyes, "How could you do this to me? I trusted you! I never thought you would hurt me, not like this."

Hongjoong looks at you apologetically "I know, and I regret it. Please forgive me. I love you."

shaking your head "you love me? huh," you scoff "you love me so goddamn much you had to go sleep with another woman??" the tears from before falling down your now red, puffy cheeks.

Hongjoong reaches for your hand. "Please, just give me a chance to make it up to you. I'll do anything." You sigh. He cheats on you but yet he's pleading for you not to leave.

Removing your hand from his, "Joong, I can't. You shake your head as you continue to speak "I won't ever be able to trust you and I'll just question if you love me or not all the damn time, and you did this to me once and I'll be damned if I let you do it to me twice!"

You turn to make your exit. With one final glance over your shoulder, you saw Hongjoong standing alone on the sidewalk, a solitary figure against the darkened night. And with a heavy heart but a newfound strength, you turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the echoes of his pleading words.

Walking back into his apartment, he stands there alone. Nothing but him and your Supermarket Flowers.

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Forbidden Pleasure

Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.

SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!

Credit to @nowadayz for the gif

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.

Word Count: 2093

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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.

Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.

You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.

“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.

“Hey, just thought I���d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”

You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”

Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.

“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?

“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.

“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.

He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.

“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.

“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.

His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.

Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.

His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.

“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.

--2 hours later--

The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.

Joey: You better open your front door.

Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.

He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.

“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.

He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.

It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Into It [werewolf!Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Frankie is a werewolf (but not really), corn maze, jump scares, Benny is a clown in more ways than one (and a bit of an arse tbh), public sex, unprotected piv sex, Frankie has a knot on his dick and believe you me it goes inside you, you like it rough, dirty talk, a bit of praise (him to her), creampie, implied cum eating and cunnilingus.

Summary: You are lost in a corn maze where ghosts and ghouls roam, and you are being chased by a werewolf named Frankie...

Words: 3,489

The moon hangs low and when a few clouds obscure it, your eyes strain to see the path before you. The wind sweeps through the corn stalks, and the hushed rustling of the leaves makes the small hairs at the back of your neck stand. It's so quiet, apart from that faint sound, but you know that you're not alone, you've seen the glowing eyes and dark shapes, heard the quick footsteps disappear around a corner.

Getting into this corn maze was a bad idea, you knew it from the start. What harm would it do, you had thought. All the harm, you now realize. You could die here. You could get jumped, you could...

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when a caped figure appears before you and stares at you through the dark, before dismissing you and slipping away in another direction. Your red cape isn't warm enough, and you suddenly feel chilled to the bone. You want to go home, away from all this danger, get warm and comfortable and not lost in a goddamn corn maze, like you are now. Screams behind you put you on edge, and two witches run past, cackling like maniacs. Witches are nothing to be afraid of: you know there are worse things in here. You follow the witches, but by the time you turn the same corner, they're already gone. More screaming is heard in the distance, chilling screams of fear. You walk faster, almost start jogging, turning a corner and finding it a dead end. A howl close by sends chills down your spine.

Huge, clawed paws land on your waist, a low growl reverberates into your core. You yelp as you get pulled against the wide frame of a werewolf.

"Roarr, I'm going to eat you!"

You break into relieved laughter. "Dammit Frankie!"

Turning around, you see the werewolf with its latex sneer take off its head, revealing a cheekily smiling Frankie with tousled hair underneath.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, but those plastic claws are going to rip my dress!"

He wraps one arm around you, the dark grey fur of his wolf costume warming you immediately.

"Oh, this dress is going to be ripped tonight..."

Unabashedly, he gazes into your cleavage as his paw slides down to your ass. You roll your eyes.

"Slutty Little Red Riding Hood, how tacky isn't that?"

"Terrible tacky," Frankie replies in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms that he is incredibly happy with your mini dress with plunging neckline and short, ruffled skirt. The bodice, laced tightly to push your tits up even more, and thigh high stockings crown your outfit, and Frankie couldn't be happier.

"It's a good thing I'm in this lumpy costume," he murmurs against your cheek. "I'm so hard right now, if anyone saw, they'd think I was a perv."

"You are a perv," you tease him, "but you're my perv."

"Excuse me, Miss Hood," he rumbles, now nipping at your earlobe. "I seem to remember that the conversation about our plans for tonight went in a way that actually points you out as the perv."

You just scoff, then turn your head to allow him access to your neck. He scatters little kisses and love bites all over your skin, pausing only to grunt and curse when you find his stiff shaft and rub it through the tight front of his jeans.

"Little girl," he hisses, "Let's go find grandma's house."

"You don't want me to suck your big bad cock right here...?" you suggest leerily, and Frankie exhales in a hushed Fuck.

"We'll be seen."

"We could find a dark corner."

"Jesus..." His paw caresses the roundness of your buttock, coming to a rest just where you ass meets your thighs, pushing you into him.

"We don't have to - " you start, sensing his hesitation. Frankie may be a beast in bed, but that's in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Laughing and screaming in the distance underscores how public this place is.

"Let's do it," he rules, and you both turn around to try and find a secluded enough spot.

A wild-eyed Pennywise jumps out right in front of you, screeching in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. You scream, startled and scared at the sudden attack, your blood going ice cold for a moment, panic rising when the clown grabs your arm.

"Knock it the fuck off, Benjamin!"

Frankie shoves the clown away, and it starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, your face!"

You're still shaking, but fear is slowly being replaced by rage.

"Benny, you asshole! You know I hate jump scares and clowns!"

"That's why it worked so well!"

"Not cool," Frankie growls, pulling you into him as if to protect you. "Let's go, baby."

"I'm sorry!" Benny shouts after you when you walk away. Your legs are a little wobbly, but Frankie's warm, secure presence makes you feel better.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got startled," you reassure him. "It's fine."

"I'll have a talk with him tomorrow. He's too drunk right now."

"You really don't need to, let's just forget about it."

A few monsters and ghouls run past, but now it all feels like adults in costumes to you. A shudder runs through you, and Frankie stops to kiss your head.

"You wanna just get out of this maze, have a mug of hot cider, and then leave?" he suggests. Truth be told, that's an attractive suggestion. You don't feel like blowing him in public anymore.

"That sounds perfect."

Frankie, with his military training, seems to have a mental map of the maze, because he leads you with confidence out of the maze like he's walked it a hundred times before. Just as you exit, you pass by Santi who looks like an East European nobleman, his fake vampire teeth grazing the neck of a young brunette dressed as a slutty Harry Potter character.

The cider warms you up and calms your nerves, and by the time you've finished your mug, you're feeling up for erotic adventures again.

"Can we leave?" you ask Frankie as soon as the mug is empty.

"Home?"

"To our spot."

"Oh. You still wanna - "

"I do."

His velvety gaze rests heavily on your skin when he leads you to his truck.

"Our spot" is outside of town. Off the highway, along a smaller country road, then off on a narrow dirt road with grass growing between the tire tracks. There are fields all around, and smack in the middle of them is a small hill with a huge, old oak. A distant cousin of Frankie’s owns the surrounding fields, and they don't mind you using the land. You and Frankie often come here in the summer when the oak provides shelter from the sun. You've been here in the fall, too, stargazing from the bed of Frankie's truck.

And now you're here to fulfill a fantasy.

Frankie has prepared the truck with blankets and pillows, and even a small string of fairy lights. He's still in his werewolf costume, the paws and head are off, but his torso is still covered by fake fur and a half-torn plaid. As he rolls out the bedding, you walk to the oak to find the carving he put in its bark the first time you came here. You find it immediately, having seen it countless times before. Your initials inside a heart, simple and sappy. You trace the letters with your index finger, and you hear a low growl behind you, so you turn around.

Werewolf Frankie is standing by the truck, eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips a beat when he crouches a little and starts towards you.

"No," you whisper, moving around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between the two of you. Frankie, however, is quicker on his feet, and with just a few long leaps, he reaches you and has you caged against the tree.

"Smells good," he grunts, catching your wrists and trapping them against the bark above your head. "Pretty and sweet..."

He nuzzles your neck, the latex nose cold on your skin in the October night air.

"Please," you breathe, and his large paw runs down your leg and settles over your sex. You buck against him, making him chuckle.

"Needy, pretty thing..." His voice, muffled by the mask, has dropped one octave and is delightfully raspy.

He pushes up against you, letting you feel his hardening cock. Your arousal bleeds into your panties and the chilly air immediately chills the wet fabric, but your insides are on fire. You whimper, struggling while also rolling your hips against his, seeking that stiff outline of his cock in his pants.

"You want that, don't you?"

The sound you produce is pitiful and Frankie's low chuckle turns you on even more.

"You'll have it."

He drags you with him to the truck, maneuvering you roughly, yet not without care, to a bent over position.

"Spread your legs."

The cool night air feels even colder on the wet insides of your thighs, and a shiver runs through you when Frankie grinds his erection against your clothed core. The plastic claws aren't sharp, but they still make you hiss when he draws them down your thighs. His denim-clad leg touches your bare one when he kneels between your spread legs, and then his growling wolf face pushes against your pussy. He draws in your scent in loud sniffs, and you moan at how the teeth-baring mouth of the mask feels against you. Shamelessly, you push back, wishing the mask came with a live tongue as well.

Frankie sinks the claws into the flesh of your thighs and rumbles low as he rubs the mask against you. The friction is delectable, and you keen loudly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, hands fisting into the blanket in front of you. You start to push back, move your hips like when you're riding his face, and that's what you're doing now, too: you're riding his face, the wolf face that he put on for you when you suggested that you'd go to the Halloween event as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and that he'd ravage you in the back of his truck later. He was game: Frankie was always game for whatever you suggested, even if he was against the more violent expressions of your suggested roleplay, like hunting you down and fucking you on the ground while you screamed for help. Truth be told, after the stunt Benny pulled in the corn maze, this is exactly the right amount of excitement you need. And this mask, with its wrinkled nose and bared teeth, is doing wonders for you pussy, but it's not going to be able to make you cum. For that, you need more direct stimulation.

"Frankie," you keen, "I need more, please, I can't stand it!"

Frankie stops, goddamn him, he stops. You moan out a protest and Frankie snarls at you. He shoves up your skirt, grabs your panties, and tears them off you. The fabric rips and he shoves you forward.

"Get up."

You crawl onto the bed of the truck, shivering with your ass bare in the evening air. The suspension dips momentarily when Frankie gets up behind you, pawing your ass and tracing a claw between the cheeks down to your dripping core. You push back a little, swallowing when you hear him chuckle.

"So eager... so wet... You need a big, stiff dick to fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," you manage to answer, head light with anticipation. "I need it, please give it to me."

The belt buckle rattles, then the fly zips open. He lets out a low rumble of relief and take a moment to get himself ready. You know what he's doing: he's putting on the sleeve, that latex thing you ordered online and almost shyly presented to him. The werewolf sleeve with a knot at the root, so insignificant when you measure and tried to imagine it before ordering, so huge when you saw it in person and realized that it was supposed to go inside you. Frankie had been skeptical - he was big enough on his own - but he was also curious, and he loved the fire he saw in you when you suggested that he'd fuck you like an animal. That you wanted to try to take the knot.

You're practically drooling now, knowing that you'll get it soon.

Frankie's paw in between your shoulder blades, and he pushes your chest down onto the bedding. His cock drags between your swollen lips, bumping into your clit before the head slips in, teasing you with the promise - or threat - of how well he could fill you, but doesn't just yet. You exhale in a whine, and Frankie replies with a similar, albeit lower moan, before sliding in, all the way up to the knot.

"Fuck," you keen into the blanket that your face is resting against, "fuck, that's good, that feels so good..."

He pulls out slowly and slams into you anew, drawing a shout from you. He then repositions himself, comes off his knees and onto his feet with bent knees into bulldog, and starts to batter you with his stiff cock. Hands on your upper back, he's pressing you down into the blankets, and you bite into the fabric to keep from getting too loud as he thrusts hard into you, again and again. The truck bed creaks and rocks, your bodies make the music of lewd, wet slapping as he assaults your pussy, and you grip the blanket until your knuckles are white.

"So wet and tight," Frankie pants above you, his furry werewolf torso plastered over your back as he rails you mercilessly. "So desperate for my fat cock, you wanted it so badly, didn't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, each thrust into your core stealing away a little bit of your breath and brain. Your chin feels cold, and you realize that you're drooling, but you don't care if you look like a cock-hungry slut because that's what you are and you're loving it.

The knot keeps jamming against your slick opening, but Frankie doesn't seem willing to try to cram it in just yet. Your legs are shaking and giving way underneath you, and you almost slide down onto your stomach, but Frankie pulls you back up.

"Stay on your knees!" he snarls. "Don't you dare lie down!"

You gasp something to let him know you're listening, you're compliant, you'll do anything he tells you to. The plastic claws scratch your thigh, and you brace yourself on the soft warm blankets underneath you to stay on your hands and knees.

"Good girl..."

He moves in you just right, he knows what you want and need, and he's giving it to you.

"I'm a good girl," you keen, and his big paw strokes your back. Your pussy clenches, slick and heat pooling as your body sets into a higher gear.

"You are such a good girl," he confirms, breathless voice muffled behind the mask. "So good for me, taking my big cock like this..."

The praise zaps out your brain, and you start to push back on his thrusts.

"Harder, fuck me harder, I wanna cum!"

He knows just what you do, and when you're wailing out your orgasm, arms and legs shaking, he pushes you down on your stomach, ass still up.

"The knot, the knot, gimme the knot!"

The pressure is nothing like you expected: sharp and agonizing as the knot slowly presses into you. You only realize that you're holding your breath when you hear Frankie murmur "Breathe, sweetness, just breathe, you can do it" behind you, and you exhale with a shrieked Oh my God!

"It'stoo much," Frankie frets, pulling out, but you push back.

"Nonono, do it, I need it, do it, please please please!"

Once again, the mass inches into you, and this time you meet it halfway, jamming your ass against Frankie's hips, swallowing the knot and once again losing your breath at how full you are, full to the point of tearing, a string of Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck fuck fuck spilling from you as you fist the blankets to hard that your knuckles go white.

Through the searing burn, you start to feel the adrenaline. Fuck, that's big, but you got it. You have it all in you, you're doing it, oh my God that's tight but you got it, even if it burns, you got it, and you start to relax and Frankie moans somewhere near your ear, and you flex your walls around him and he moans again, deliciously.

"Fuck me," you beg, "Frankie, fuck me now, with the knot, fuck me and fill me up, I need you to cum inside me, take me, just fuck me!"

He covers you, the polyester fur warm and itchy as he takes you with slow, almost lazy yet deep rolls of his hips, the knot pushing easier into you now, arms with furry, clawed paws around your shoulders and neck, and when he pushes in one last time to empty himself in your core, your eyes roll back and you sob with relief that it's over.

And still, you never want it to be over.

Frankie is still buried in you, has you buried under him, shielding you from the increasing coolness of the October night. It's not until he carefully inches out of you that you realize just how cold it is, and your whine is a protest both against that, against him pulling out, and an expression of your soreness. Frankie immediately throws a blanket over you, then takes off the werewolf head.

"Goddammit, this thing's cooking me alive!"

You open your eyes and try to focus, finding the werewolf snarling right beside you. A pleasurable shiver runs through you, and then you feel the burning heat of Frankie's breath on your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You can only hum, dazed as you still are. Frankie shoves the werewolf head out of the way and lies down next to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Can't," you mumble throatily, and he chuckles.

"Okay."

In the light of the stars and fairy string lights, you see that his face is red and dripping with sweat, his disheveled curls wet and plastered onto his head. His breathing is still labored, and the puffs of air are hot against you.

It's so fucking sexy.

Your pussy is still throbbing, slick and sloppy as his cum oozes out and stains your thighs. You've never felt so filthy, and you're loving it.

Finally, you draw a deep breath and open your eyes to Frankie's attentive gaze.

"I'm good," you tell him, and are immediately rewarded with a smile.

"You liked it, then?"

"Liked it?" you scoff huskily. "Fuck, Frankie... it's the best sex we ever had."

"Not better than that time we..."

"Okay, not better than that," you smile wryly, knowing what occasion he's referring to. "But top three, definitely."

"Really?"

"Frankie... I know you weren't into it from the start but I'm so grateful you decided to give it a try."

You scoot closer and kiss him softly.

"It means so much that you wanted to give this to me."

"I want to make you happy," he whispers against your lips. "And I did like it. You were so fucking hot, baby. When you took the knot, you were... feral. I've never seen you like that."

His hand slides in under the blanket, finding a plump breast straining out of the bodice.

"The costume works for me, too."

His hand travels up your chest, neck, and stops by your cheek, his big thumb dragging over your lips.

"And your lipstick is all smeared out. It's really fucking hot."

You chuckle, flushed from his praise. Frankie kisses you again before letting his lips wander down your cheek and jawline.

"Now that we've done what you're into... can we do the thing that I'm into?"

You bite down on your lower lip, but the giggle still finds its way out.

"Which is?"

Frankie continues to kiss his way down the exposed parts of your body, moving blankets and himself until he's settled between your legs. He collects his spend from around your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, lips latching onto your clit.

Your back arches and you see stars, literally, along with the lights strung up on the back of the cabin. The discarded werewolf head grins at you from a corner, and you smile back before your eyes fall shut and you give yourself to pleasure once more.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Don’t Go Away.

Warnings: Supernatural elements, dead!Elvis, Reader is trapped, psychological torture?, manipulation, Elvis is really unstable.

Summary: Reader has plans made and considering the state of house, can’t stay in it. Elvis isn’t having it.

A/N: It took me so long to decide what direction I wanted to take this in. I love love love wholesome stories but I just had to go with difficult reader/obsessive lover. Anywho, happy reading! -Bee💕

The sun peeking through the curtains and the slight breeze across your face welcomes you into a new day. As your eyes adjust and you regain consciousness, the events that took place only hours ago flood your mind. 

Maybe it was an odd dream; there's no possible way you could've met postmortem-

"Rise n' Shine, sleepin' beauty!" 

A shriek fills the room yet again, and it's apparent that last night did, in fact, happen as you remember it. You're gripping the covers for dear life, chest heaving as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

 Elvis has always found himself funny. Making you jump sky high has him cackling so hard every few seconds it comes out as a whistle.

"Very funny." You grumble. You toss the blankets to the side and swing your legs over the bed, ignoring Elvis and his incessant laughter, to get ready for the day.

The amused booms dwindle to light chuckles as you rummage through your suitcase. Is it warm? You should dress lightly. 

"Are ya busy today, honey?" Elvis questions while catching his breath.

"With the house? Yeah, I ain't got much of a choice but to be." You reply lazily, inspecting a lavender sundress. Not for housework, you think. 

Elvis kisses his teeth, unsatisfied with what he deems a 'snarky remark,'

"No, I mean are ya leavin'?" 

The only reply you offer is a shake of the head. Something else he didn't like. The faux brunet shifts his position, standing directly in front of you. His expression falls flat, and he folds his arms.

"Now y/n, I may be dead but m'still a person. I know your mama taught you better than to ignore someone when they're speakin' to-"

Seeing where this is going has you arching a brow. Who knew he'd feel so entitled to your attention.

"I didn't ignore-"

You can't even get through the sentence before a chair comes rushing from the other side of the room and under your rump. You grip the arms of it, unsure of what just happened. The shocked, more so scared, expression painting your features phases Elvis none.

The man leering down at you breathes in through his nose before placing his hand over yours and squeezing tight.

None of this makes sense to you. Yesterday when you tried to touch him, you went right through, leaving a trail of smoke. Now you're faced with something you can feel. It's unnerving. 

When Elvis begins to speak, a real chill is sent down your spine."  

"Honey, I understand it's early and I gave ya a bit of a fright. That don't mean you get ta be rude to me in my own damn house,” He pauses to take in a breath, eyes stilled trained on you.

“I don't give a damn how much money you spent to get your hands on it. I am trapped here, not you. I'm the one stuck in these walls forever. Not. You."

You're shaking like a leaf. Figuring he's finished, you open your mouth. Elvis holds up a finger, wanting to be sure you understand what he is saying. 

"I know the ins n' outs of this place like the back of my goddamned hand. Don't you cross me twice, sugarplum, wouldn't want you to get lost."

With those striking blues locked with your own eyes, all you can do is nod as you begin to sputter.

"I—M'sorry, Elvis I-" 

As if a switch was flipped, the man before you flashes one of his infamous crooked smiles and clasps his hands together, returning to the drapes.

"No harm done! What'd ya have planned for today?"

The sudden change in demeanor leaves you feeling uneasy. On top of that, you're still reeling at the fact that he could, no…can touch you.

In truth, you didn't know if you could stay here. Aside from the fact that there is a dead musician constantly traversing what was supposed to be your home, it's too dangerous to be in this house right now.

And your mama really was right about the loose beams. Every now and again, the house settles, and you nearly shit yourself at the idea of it collapsing. 

You texted her about it before falling asleep and she all but demanded you crash at hers until the house was stable.

With your eyes laser focused on the floor, you stammer out your plans before you can be reprimanded again.

"W-well, m'gonna head to the hardware store n' see about pricing to get the floors redone. Come back here, fix what I can until dinner, then get some clothes ready and-"

Elvis can't help how his ears perk up at the word' clothes.' Why would you come back for clothes? Were you going somewhere else? A girl like you shouldn't be out after dark. But his curiosity won't leave him be.

"Clothes for what sugar?" 

The question seems genuine to you like he really is just curious. Elvis knows that's only half of it. You are the only one in years that's come to Graceland and treated it like what it was, someone's home.

Maybe it's the lack of interaction or how you care so much for his home; either way, Elvis isn't all that pleased with the idea of you leaving. Even so, he awaits your answer.

"Oh, m'stayin' with mama for a while. Least till the house is structurally sound. She and I both think it's a little…hazardous." You explain.

When you don't hear a response back, a chuckle escapes you. How ironic. You stand from the chair and realize Elvis isn't even in the room. You shrug and head to the bathroom, a shower calling your name.

When you make your way out and begin to get ready, the lights flicker. Ha-ha, you think.

Once dressed for the day, you leave the room and descend the stairs, keys in hand, headed straight for the door. You turn to call out a quick goodbye to your impromptu roommate, but still no response.

You huff and turn back. When you do, the door isn't in front of you anymore. Instead, you're in the kitchen. Weird. You know for a fact that you walked straight to the door. You spin on your feet, itching to leave now.

This place makes you feel crazy. As you step forward, the scene in front of you rotates; the whole house just shifts before your eyes. Now, you stand in the front room. 

If you could, you'd pick your jaw up off the floor. After standing for a moment, the dash you make for the door should be a record. And yet, the door is pulled out of reach. What would typically be a ten-foot walk stretches into a hallway about a mile long.

 Were you on something? Not enough sleep? You don't remember taking anything. Instead of wasting your time getting to the end of this… new tunnel, you try the back door. As you shuffle through the house. 

You're meters away and think for just a second that you were just trippin'. When you pull it open, what you see makes your stomach somersault. It was just eleven-thirty, and your day had barely started, so why was it pitch-black outside? 

"What the fuck?" You say to no one in particular. Stepping out, you look around, absolutely baffled. You take a few steps backward, placing your hand behind you on the knob or where it should've been. Quizzically, you look behind you. The house was fucking gone. 

Nothing lies in front of you except the porch and what seems to be a perfect circle of trees. You're closed in, trapped, and you can do nothing about it.

"No—no, fucking way." Your breathing becomes rapid, and you can't help but wonder if your ghoulish friend has anything to do with this. You conclude that a regular ghost couldn't do something this extreme. 

At this point, you didn't know what to do. You felt defeated. Plopping down on the porch was the only option you had left. There is no way in hell you're taking your black ass into the surrounding woods. 

Your head finds a home in your hands, and frustration gets the best of you. Tears sting in your eyes, and a soft whimper leaves your lips. 

"I j-jus wanted to go see ab-bout the fucking carpet," you hiccup. 

"I told you how I felt about ladies swearin'." A deep, butter-smooth voice chimes.

You lift your head so quickly it could've flown off your shoulders. The front door is just past the man before you.

Sun is shining through the windows, and you aren't on the porch; you're on the stairs. Confusion doesn't begin to scratch the surface of what you're experiencing. 

Your mind couldn't have played a trick this bad on you. Something like that only happens in movies.

"Elvis? Where the—" You clear your throat and correct yourself when you notice the stern look on his face.

"Did you see any of what just happened?" 

The singer chuckles and squats down to eye level, "Course honey, gave me quite a laugh watchin' ya try and figure out this maze."

You tilt your head. Maze?

"What're you talkin' about El-"

He shakes his head, "Honey, don't you think if I coulda walked out that door I would've?" 

When he says this, you nearly vomit. You walk straight through his chest, prepared to rerun the same routine, but you pause for a moment.

"Elvis, you stay where I can see ya." You command. 

He shrugs his shoulders and does as you ask, "Didn't know ya liked lookin' at me. M'flattered."

You roll your eyes and move toward the door. Again, you end up in the kitchen. When you approach the entrance, the house does what it did before and spins on itself.

Elvis doesn't understand why you'd do this twice when once is enough to make someone nauseous. Tenacity has always been one of your best qualities though. 

When you head for the back door, Elvis rests a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.

"Baby, ya can't leave. Don't waste your time."

You scoff; he can't be serious. 

"Mama left, the movers left, so why can't I?"

Elvis purses his lips, irritated because you won't just drop it. 

"Honey, seriously. Just have a seat, we can-"

"No, I need to go. There's gotta be someway out, Elvis. I ain't stay-"

Elvis's hand meets the wall near your head, mood shifting. The anger ever-present in his eyes lets you know he means business. You fail to realize the sourer he gets, the worse the house's condition.

It's a peculiar thing to watch. The paint on the walls peels in time with the rise and fall of his chest; the lights flicker as his eyes dart across your face. As his face reddens, it gets a bit dimmer. 

“Y/n, last warnin’. Don't interrupt when m'speakin', darlin'."

His darkened orbs bore into yours, searching for defiance. When he is confident you'll keep quiet, his breathing begins to regulate, and he takes a step back, adjusting his shirt a bit.

"This house is structurally sound, and you will stay here tonight. For now, just relax."

The air is thick, making it hard to breathe, even harder to speak.

 "I can't do that Elvis. Look at what just happened…" You whisper, hoping the soft tone won't set him off again.

He almost deflates when he realizes shaking you up didn't do as much as he thought it would. Who gets put through something like that and decides to be difficult?

Y/n L/n, that's who.

 It was starting to bother him; you were clueless about his trickery and capabilities. You should be weeping at the fact that everything is back to normal, and yet here you are, still trying to leave.

He could always make it harder for you to get off the grounds. Keep the illusions going. It's never worked in his favor, though. Everyone dies running from him. Usually, Elvis couldn't give two shits. 

But he already met your daddy; your mama is sweet and kind. And you, well, in Elvis's eyes, the only woman besides his mama to love him without question.

It was the house you fell for, and you could preach it all day long up and down the streets if it made you happy. Elvis wouldn't buy it for half a second, though.

 Why else would you go through the trouble of ensuring everything was untouched? Why would you keep everything he liked? Why buy a dying house you can't afford, if not to save him? 

Elvis saw through your coverup, and in his mind, you love him, and you're staying.

"Honey, you're the first person to…" He sighs, thinking of a way to make you understand that you belong here with him. 

"Don't go away, y/n. I ain't seen anybody worth seein' in years. Jus' spend some time with me? Hm? It don't seem too likely you'll leave soon anyway."

You ponder for a moment. If Elvis is right, there is no leaving anytime soon. In which case, it couldn't hurt to have company.

"Altight. But, ya promise to help me figure this mess out later on?" You ask

Elvis chuckles, not because what you said was funny, but because you have no clue what you've gotten yourself into.

"Of course, Sugarpie.”

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[lillylvjy]

Race to Meat Mountain?

A/n- hi this is not good at all. i did this at 1 am yesterday and was editing it and it’s not the greatest but it’s something. also i kinda based the angst on things around my life so, sorry if i self-indulged a little, but i hope you all like this fic ( i tried editing the best i could)

warnings- angst if you squint, eating disorder mentioned, swearing, kissing, cute stuff, one sexual joke but i also intended the reader to be apart of the asexual spectrum (again self-indulged) let me know if there is anything i missed:)

Wilbur had talked about going to Iowa the night before stating that hes “never been to Iowa and he doesn’t know if he’s ever going again”. You knew he would. For god sake he’s a musician and he plans on touring in the future. But you just let it go and told him they could go the next time they were in america. 

Apparently that wasn’t good enough for Wilbur, because you woke up at 5 in the morning by Wil shaking your body and whining for you to get up. When you finally opened your guys and let out an annoyed sigh, you say Wilbur with the biggest grin on his face. “Good Morning darling. Get up and get ready, we’re driving to Iowa today.” He said with the most excited voice ever. Now you would be mad at him for waking you up so early, but he was so excited and he looked determined so you said screw it and got up. 

Once it hit 7:30, you all were in the car ready to go. There weren't enough seats in the car and you offered to sit in the trunk but Wil demanded you sit on his lap the whole time because he “didn't want you to get hurt and bored back there”. Was it illegal? Yes. Did any of you care? Nope. Not at all. Wilbur put the seat belt around you and locked it into place. “Are you comfortable love? Do you feel safe?” He asked as Shelby got in the car.

“Yes my love. I promise.” You said kissing his cheek as the boys in the back either gagged or said “get a room!”. 

“Will what- what are we doing?” Jack asked Wlibur. 

Wilbur shifted to look at Jack, “We’re driving to Keokuk, Iowa.” 

“Why?” Jack said in an accusational voice as Wilbur laughed. 

“Two hours and 46 minutes” He said while rubbing your arms. 

“But why are we doing this? You’ve not explained to us why we’re doing this.” Jack asked again. 

“I’ve never been to Iowa-”

“It isn’t real.” Jack intervenes.

“Yes it does! My family lives there!” You said glaring at Jack jokingly.

“As far as I know love..” He said, looking at you with a shrug. You slapped his shoulder as he started laughing.

“Shut it.” you said teasingly.

Wilbur turned back to the camera, “ I have no intention to ever go to Iowa. I mean- what? Am I gonna go to Davenport? No. I'm not going to Iowa ever. So I decided, I'm gonna go right now, so I can say to myself… ‘That’s it!’ Until the day I die I will never enter Iowa.” Wilbur concluded.

\(timeskip)

As Wil and Ranboo explained why we were going to Iowa, you were looking outside and playing with Wilbur’s hand until it got ripped out of yours.

“And they pogged! They pogchamped!” Wilbur yelled as he brought his hand back down to yours and intertwined them back together.

“So me and ranboo are going to split a meat mountain together and that is not what you think it means!” He joked. You laughed and rested your head in his neck.

“What do we call this road-trip?” Wilbur asked after a while. 

“Race to meat mountain.” Ranboo said immediately. 

Race to meat mountain?” You repeated back like it was the dumbest name ever. 

“Yes, and don’t shit on it y/n! You remember what you named the road trip with tommy, tubbo and i? You called it r-”

“Shut your goddamn mouth ranboo! We agreed to let it go!” You said looking at him through the seats. Everyone laughed and went back to the name. 

“Wheatskins title card, “Race to Meat Mountain, go!” Wilbur said to Jack. 

(timeskip)

“Y/n discovered a stain on the back seat, “ Wilbur listed. 

“I’m sitting in it” Ranboo claims.

“It stinks of cigarette smoke” He said, as a chill ran down your spine. You never had a good relationship with cigarettes or smoking. Not that you did it, but friends and family used too and it brought back some bad memories of smelling smoke or seeing it. Wilbur noticed this and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck lightly. Like a little, “I’m here and you're ok.”

“And the ‘Check engine’ lights on. Welcome.” He concluded.

“We have no windshield wipers.” Shelby claims. 

“Oh yeah! I'm just going to use my body to clean the windshield of its rain.” He said holding you tighter as it got bumpy. 

“If it rains, we’re fucked.” Jack said.

As Wilbur explained the car situation, the middle compartment opened up and everyone laughed. “There you go!” You said laughing. 

“It's raining.” Wilbur said as you guys got on the freeway. Ranboo and 5up found a snow cleaner on the floor and gave it to Wil. 

“Babe that’s for snow!” you exclaimed at Wil. 

“Open the window love” He said as you sighed and rolled down the window. Wilbur hunched over you and started to wipe the window making it slightly worse than before. “I made it worse.” He said laughing. 

(timeskip)

“Oh my god, gone fishin’. There's only two things I like in my life! My wife, and fishin. And of them don’t complain.” Wilbur said, pointing the camera at you. You laughed and turned it away. 

“Canonically your wife is actually a fish wilbur so really hmnahmmm” Jack mumbled in a weird voice. 

“There’s a rest area!” Shelby said looking at you, knowing you had to go to the restroom. 

“Thank god.” you sighed in relief. 

“What can we get?” Wil asked. 

“Deli.” Shelby and you replied at the same time and laughed at each other. 

“Isn’t that…. Isn’t that meat?”

“So deli is sandwich and meats.I don’t know if we should go-” 5up said as will giggled.

“I need to save myself for the meat mountain” ranboo exclaimed.

“I'm a feeble boy! There's only so much meat I can handle.” Jack said in reply. 

“I’m hoping the meat mountains going to take my virginity.” Wilbur said as a joke. 

“Too bad I already took it.” you mumbled under your breath as a joke but everyone still heard it. 

“Love what?!” Wilbur looked at you with wide eyes as everyone laughed. Shelby eventually parked and you opened up the dorr and hopped out. 

“Am I wrong?” you asked him, teasingly. He was red as a tomato at this point. “Love, I'm joking. Don’t be so flustered.” You said, kissing his nose. 

(timeskip)

“TEST! TEST! TEST! TEST!”

“IT'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!” Wilbur exclaimed, and you groaned wanting more sleep as you cuddled up into Wilbur. “Sorry darling.” He apologized to you and kissed your hand that was intertwined with his. You smiled and pecked his lips as an ‘I forgive you’, but then the boys yet again thought it was gross. 

“You guys really need to mature. One day you’ll be like this with your partners. If you get one that is.” You said to the as Wilbur ‘ooo’d and laughed. 

“Guys calm down, I got this!” Ranboo said to everyone.

Ranboo tried to find a sonic but the boys eventually found a subway ahead of us. You gave up trying to sleep for now so you sat up and loomed out the window. 

“To the right! NOW!” Jack yelled at Shelby.

“Just get hashbrowns!” Wilbur exclaimed. 

“They don’t sell hash browns in American subways!” You exclaimed at him. 

“WHAT DONT YOU HAVE HASHBROWNS AT FUCKING SUBWAY!” He said looking at you. 

“BECAUSE IT'S A MCDONALDS THING! NOT SUBWAY!” You said back.

Shelby parked and Wilbur undid the seatbelt and slid out the car from underneath you and shut the door. “Welp he’s gone” Shelby said.

“Sure is. Hopefully it'll shut his loud ass up for a bit. “ You said in a joking manner.

“I think we should go after him.” Jack said. Everyone got out of the car and started walking to subway. 

“On a quest to find Wilbur soot,” Jack said to the camera. 

Everyone agreed to wait for sonic but still agreed to find will. You got to the door and saw Wilbur ordering. You told everyone to be quiet and walked in. you ran up behind Wilbur and hugged him around his waist. He jumped and turned around to look at who this person thought they were. But he relaxed as soon as he saw your smile and wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed your forehead. 

“You should probably take off those glasses.” you pointed out. 

“Eh, I think they’re quite cool! I got tired of waiting for you guys so i just came here.” he said nonchalantly at the camera.

(timeskip)

Apparently Jack has never been to a Walmart as he found one down the street so we all agreed to go. 

“Odds that I buy play-do” ranboo said. 

“For me, buy me some.” Wilbur said, picking it up.

“Five.” ranboo replied.

“Three two one,”

“One” “three” 

“ Buy me some anyway.” Wilbur said to ranboo.

“Sure” ranboo replied.

“Thank you” will said walking away. You pulled ranboo back and held out your hand.

“I’m not letting you pay for his stuff, I'll pay. Just be quiet about it.” you said putting your finger up to your lip to tell him to be quiet and winked at him.

He laughed and walked up with the others. You stayed back and eventually found the home decor section. Back in your and will's apartment, you needed more furniture but you both never have time, so why not now. Just to get a good idea. You forgot about the group as you looked at mirrors and light fixtures you could put up. Knowing wilbur he never could stay in one place but you hype you can convince him to settle down for now until you guys had enough money combined to buy a house and live somewhere you both agreed on. 

As you kept looking, you didn’t hear Wilbur calling your name. But when he looked down the aisle for a quick second before seeing you, he stopped and walked back to the aisle and smiled at you. He knew you wanted more decor but you didn’t know when the next time you guys were moving. He didn’t want to move for a while since he had you there. He wanted to wait until you both could settle down in a home, get married and have kids. At least the feelings are mutual. As he walked down towards you, where you were looking at some vases and little things to hang on the walls, he smiled and looked down at the thing you were holding. “I like that a lot love, you should buy it.” he said, smiling down at you and hugging you from behind. 

You smiled but shook your head. “No, there's nowhere to put it in the car and I don't know when we’re moving next.” You said looking up at him. 

“Darling. I don’t want to move anytime soon. I want to stay in the same shitty apartment until we can afford an actual home where we can get married and start a family. As long as I have you, I’ll stay as long as I need.” He said, pouring his emotions out.

You smiled up at him, teary eyed. “Really? That’s what you want? “ you asked him for reassurance. 

“Yes, really love. I want to marry you and have a family and cherish every moment with you. I love you.” He concluded, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Yes, it was weird to kiss in the middle of a home decor aisle in the middle of the store, but it was perfect. And yet again, ruined by the boys. 

“ I swear to god! If you guys are going to act like horny teenagers, at least do it somewhere else!” Jack exclaimed. 

You narrowed your eyes, “1.) We are NOT horny teenagers at all. 2.) it was a sweet moment before you people ruined it” you finished with an annoyed sigh. Wilbur laughed and said we should probably go and get everyone else food. Which you all agreed to. 

(Timeskip)

You guys finally made it to sonic but the sign was like going through a psychedelic trip. 

“We’re going to trip out at Sonic,” Jack said, making you laugh. 

Wilbur got out of the car again and you just sat, looking at the menu.

“Why are you out there, what are you doing?” Jack asked will.

Wilbur started to look around and sniff like an animal, at least that's what the pictures looked like.

Once Will was back in the car and you were both comfy, we all confirmed we knew what we wanted and started to order. You ordered a simple corn dog and fries with a drink. 

“Where are you going?” Jack asked will. 

“I’m gonna go wild out.” he said and left the car again. 

“Jesus christ, he’s worse than tommy right now.” you sighed and everyone laughed at that, will just glared at you and stuck his tongue out at you. You laughed and made a heart with your fingers at him. 

After Will was ‘wildin out’ he came back in, lifted you back in his lap and looked back at the camera. “Hey baby.” he said, as they all started laughing. 

Apparently will found that super funny to the point of tearing up from laughing so hard. “Love calm down, it wasn’t that funny.” you said laughing at him. 

He was trying so hard not to laugh as he tapped Shelby's shoulder. “Tell ‘em-” he cut himself off by laughing and tried again. “Tell ‘em thanks from me.” he finally got out. 

“I’ll pay, I’ll pay!” Wilbur said, giving Shelby his card. “Stop filming my card! I don’t want wheatskins knowing my fucking card.” he said to jack, laughing still. 

You all eventually got your food and started eating. As Shelby was passing food out, will tried to steal a fry. “Will stop, you can eat some of my food. I'm not going to eat it all.” you said handing him your fries. He took some fries and gave them back to you.

“Thank you love.” he said, while eating the fries. You laughed at him and started eating your corn dog. 

Wilbur started to drink his milkshake. “I cant get it out” he said. 

“Suck harder.” 

“I can’t get it up.” 

“You got to give it that good-good.” Jack said and you almost choked on your food, as Wilbur started lightly tapping your back.

“You ok darling?” he said sincerely, looking at you with concerned eyes. You nodded and took a sip of your drink. 

“Will film me eating corn dog.” Jack said, passing the camera to him. Wilbur figured you were in a better position and handed it to you, and you got the memo. 

“This is my first corn dog ever, I've never had one before. It's really hot. “ Jack says to the camera.

“All the way” ranboo kept saying as you just laughed behind the camera. Jack started to put the whole thing in his mouth until he stopped and laughed. 

“I couldn’t go any further.”  he said, taking a bite of the corn dog. “It’s burning my mouth right now, it's really hot. “ he said as you deadpanned to 5up eating.

“ I have to process the moment, like I have food in my mouth everywhere.” they said as you deadpanned back to jack. 

“I’ve got worse in my mouth, king.”

“I’ve had worse in my mouth. 2017.” ranboo randomly says.

“Do I wanna know?” you asked him. 

“ the year or? Jack asked as well. 

“Yeah he had 2017 things in his mouth” Will says. 

“The stick touched my tonsils as I took my last bite.” Jack said to you.

“If you gag on the corn dog, you know she's not a baddie.” will says as you hit him in the arm. He laughed and smiled at you as you rolled your eyes and smiled back.

“I’m sorry to my audience for letting them down!” Jack says. 

“I’d say all girls are baddies.” Will says placing the camera down in front of you both but failing. 

“Well done will.” Jack says as you all laugh. 

Wilbur fails three times until it finally stays up. “If she gag on the corn dog,”

“She not a baddie.” Jack finished. You and Shelby shared a look and laughed with each other. 

“She not a baddie, isn't that right ranboo?” 

“That's what i'm saying.” he replies as we laugh. 

(timeskip)

“Hey wheatskins, wheatskins! Just make that lean.” Jack says, showing the camera his slushy.

 “Wheatskins, wocky slush. make it wocky slush please,” Jack says in a funny voice as you giggle at him and eat your fries. 

“Make it - make it that purp drank, wheatskins,” Jack pauses and laughs. 

“You say it with so much urgency,: 5up says, as Jack continues. 

“You cut yourself off!” ranboo says as you all laugh.

“You got to film ranboo wildin’ out' ' will says passing jack the camera. 

As ranboo got back to the car, he offers his nuggets to will who kindly shuts down the offre, 

“Roll your windows up kids.” He says while laughing. 

Finally since ranboo is still there, wilbur takes one and eats it. After eating it, Wilbur slumps down the best he can with you on his lap, which ends up with you holding yourself up while he falls.

(small timeskip)

“Sonic was great, let's go to Connetikuk..”

“Kowekuk.” Wilbur replies, wrong also.

“Keokuk!” Shelby corrects them both. 

You groan into Will's neck and turn into him more. Wilbur look’s at you and realizes you're sleeping. He smiles and admires you for a quick second before shushing people. 

“She’s sleeping so please try to keep it down until we get to the Iowa border, please. “ He said to the group as he turned back to you and held you tighter to him. 

“Wheatskins, play the title screen.” Wilbur whispers to the camera.

 (timeskip) 

You ended up waking up during the Keokuk chant the boys were doing and groaned. “Why didnI agree to this?” you ask yourself out loud. 

“Because you loved me. '' Wilbur answers softly in your ear. You hum in agreement with him. 

“Look there’s a peep!” Shelby exclaims. 

You gasp, “where?!” you ask, fully awake now. 

“What the fuck is a peep?” Wilbur asks you. 

“That's hurtful.” you replied back. 

“Shelby, your eyes are supposed to be on the road!” 5up exclaims. 

After you all settled down, will gave the camera back to jack. And then a couple minutes later will says this;

“I really have to go to the bathroom.” he says to you all. 

“But im genuinely afraid of going to the bathroom around here. I think there gonna smell that im an atheist out of towner-” 

“Like my parents did. And look, you turned up unafraid and alive!” you cut wilbur off. 

“I'm so scared.” He said, and you felt his hand tighten on yours. You rubbed his knuckles. 

“I can go in with you and pretend like i'm buying things and wait for you.” You said, as he nodded.

Shelby parked and you both got out of the car. Will tried to take off his shirt but you all convinced him to just go in and get it down. As you went in, Wilbur asked for a bathroom as you bought a drink and some funyuns. Once Wilbur was done he rushed out and went with you to the car and hurried you both in, as you rolled your eyes. 

“I tried to say ‘have yall got a toilet’, I tried to throw a y’all in there. But it ended up like, “have y’all got a bathroom’” he explains as you all laugh. 

“I think it went well.” you said. 

“No shit! You’ve done this before love. Me, quite the opposite.`` Wilbur said to you as you laughed. 

(timeskip to arbys because i'm lazy)

You guys finally made it to Arby’s, as you all go in, Jack goes to the front counter and asks if they have the so-called ‘meat mountain’ here. While the rest of you sit, jack comes back with the order. 

“Are you sure you can eat all that?” a worker asked. 

“Probably not, i'll give it a go though” jack replies.

“That's a lot of meat.” The worker replies. 

“I’m aware.”

“You’re a - you’re a little one too.” The worker tells jack. 

We all laugh as Jack just sits there. “We're gonna give it a go, oh my lord.” Jack said as he held up the sandwich. When Jack opens it, your eyes go big. 

“Yeah no, I'm good.” you say as you try to ditch the eating part. 

“Love at least try a little bit? For me?” he said looking at you, genuinely. 

“But I already ate.” you whispered to him, as everyone else looked at the sandwich. 

Wilbur took your hand in his, “You don’t have to love. I know it’s a bigger type of food. But if you could just try a little tiny bit for me and just review it. You did so at good lunch today, I'm very proud of you. So very proud.” He whispered back to you, kissing your hand. 

You sighed, “fine, only for you though.” You told him. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead before turning back to Jack and the sandwich. 

“Take a bite king,” Wilbur told Jack, as Jack bit into the overly large sandwich.

Jacks review- lots of flavors

“Ranboo this was your plan”

“This was never my plan”

“You told me about meat mountain”

“I did tell you about meat mountain” ranboo said as he took the sandwich.

Ranboo review- meat

“I have to have a bite. Originally it was me and ranboo who were taught the tale.” wilbur said. 

“I’m not even hungry, I had a subway.”

“You are hungry for the meat mountain, the meat mountain is hungry for you.” ranboo said as wilbur sniffed it and took a bite.

Wilbur review- can't describe the smell, does not like the temperature mix 

Once Shelby tried it you knew you had too as well. You took a deep breath to slow your heart rate and to stop yourself from having a panic attack. Your hands started shaking and wilbur noticed this, and gave you a look saying, ‘you don’t have to take a bite if you truly don’t want to.’ But you shook your head and asked Shelby for the sandwich. Is it pushing limits? Yes. But it’s good for you to try new things. especially when you're getting better at eating. 

You took a bite of half the sandwich at first to see if you could handle it.

 ‘Hmm. Not horrible.’ You set the sandwich down and nodded your head.

 “It's not the greatest but it’s bearable.” you said as your review

. You started to pick at your hands, anxiety wearing down slowly. But before you could do damage, wilbur grabbed your hands and kissed them. “Thank you baby. I’m so very proud of you.” you smiled and felt accomplished. 

5up took the sandwich and ate the only spot left.

 “6 bites of a meat mountain.” wilbur said, looking at the sandwich. 

“I’m just thinking about it now.” Jack says as everyone hummed in question. “Why did we drive two and a half hours to Iowa for this?” he asked. Wilbur laughed behind the camera.

“We passed three arby’s on the way here.” Shelby concludes.

“We passed one a good 30 minutes in.” ranboo adds.

 Jack shrugs.“Iowa baby” Jack fist bumps ranboo.

“That’s what i’m sayin’, “ ranboo says.

 “Wheatskins, play the title card.” Jack tells the camera as you all laugh. 

You sigh. “Can we go back now? I’m tired as hell.  And now that we’ve achieved our goal, you guys can all be quiet and take naps with me. I’m looking at you will.” you said as you looked up at him.

 Everyone laughed and agreed on going back to the hotel. 

As you were walking back to the car, wilbur took your hand a kissed it.

“ i love you darling and I’m glad you decided to come with.” he said smiling down at  you.

You smiled back.”Of course my love. No place I'd rather be than with you.” you said as you pulled him down to your lips.

 “Ok guys! c’mon! “ Ranboo whined, as will and you laughed. 

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[viridiave]

a very long post about opinions on the OT2 character themes

> disclaimer: these are the ramblings of someone who has not formally studied music or music theory and is just going off of the vibes that they got from listening to the character themes over and over. so uh please take these opinions like the opinions that they were meant to be

> also MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

OCHETTE

Ochette, the Hunter

- I love this theme. The first time I heard the samples on the Octopath website I fell in love instantly and was convinced that Ochette was going to be my starter just because of how EPIC it sounded. When the full version came out, my feelings on it being epic did not change one bit because it captures the spirit of going on a grand mission SO WELL, and the theme itself feels like it represents Toto'haha as a whole more than just Ochette, reminding us every time of the gravity of their situation. Of course I have maybe too many problems with her actual story but damn if it doesn't do a great job at being cinematic. You can just tell the dev team had so much fun making scenes with the scale of the Legendary Beasts in mind

- also I'm not the only one who hears a slight choir in the background right.

In Pursuit of Legends

- easily one of the best pre-battle themes in the game - the high wind instruments just send chills down my spine no matter what situation Ochette is put in, and when we hear it for the last time in Ochette 3 - oh BOY does it feel incredible. Speaking of Ochette 3

The Journey for Legends Ends

- Out of all the Journey Ends remixes Ochette's version of it is undoubtedly one of my favorites - easily cracks the top 3. In my first run of OT2, I saved Ochette 3 for last, and having it be against the fight against the Darkling?? The high wind instrument sounded like WAILING and I can't get over how fitting that is given everything that the Darkling had gone through until this moment. The whole island is at stake but our attention is all on the Darkling's suffering and honestly? That whole sequence made me forget about the problems I had with Ochette's story and got me to cry a bit because holy shit

CASTTI

Castti, the Apothecary

- I don't have too many strong feelings about Castti's theme, but I dearly appreciate how subdued and somber it sounds. It fits Castti's journey of finding her memories so well and I just generally have no complaints.

- HER LEITMOTIF HOWEVER - the theme used in every flashback sequence incorporates it so well that I cry every goddamn time that it's used. THIS IS THE THEME THAT HER CHAPTER 3 ENDED WITH. IT'S SO SAD AND LOST THAT IT JUST AKSJAKS WHAT DID NISHIKI INJECT INTO THIS THEME???

In Pursuit of Memories

- I love For Succor from the first game. Easily one of the most cinematic-sounding pre-battle themes. In Pursuit of Memories takes everything that made For Succor amazing and TURNS IT UP TO 11 AND WOW THOSE TRUMPETS ARE SENDING CHILLS UP MY SPINE. Castti's leitmotif messes up my brain a lot it's great

The Journey for Memories Ends

- As much as I wanted Castti's rendition of this song to crack the top 3 my god the renditions that DID just made me feel way more BUT HECK IF THIS DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL A LOT OF THINGS

- Having her theme be up against Trousseau feels incredibly triumphant. Like she's being backed up by Eir's Apothecaries as she fights like Jesus they went SO HARD

THRONE

Throne, the Thief

- I'm probably going to get a lot of flack for this but. I especially don't have strong feelings about Throne's theme. I like it enough, I'm a sucker for strings and I think it suits her well, but I feel like it blends too much into the rest of the soundtrack. It could be the instrument choice, it could be the chords? I promise I like the strings. I also love how it played in her ending. I feel nothing but happiness for Throne when I see her endcard I love it so much

In Pursuit of Freedom

- To be completely honest I have to strain my ears to actually hear Throne's motif in the pre-battle theme but I don't have a lot to say about it - definitely blends in too much with the violins.

The Journey for Freedom Ends

- OKAY THE LOW ELECTRIC GUITAR RIFFS IN THE BEGINNING OF THE RENDITION? GOD-TIER - FOR SOME REASON I ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO THOSE AND THEY'RE REALLY GOOD BUILDUP

- As for the rest of it it's fine I guess? Like I like hearing it and battling with it but I think the first time around I was way too confused with the bombshells that Claude dropped on us for me to properly appreciate the music

OSVALD

Osvald, the Scholar

- At first I thought this was a pretty generic somber theme that REALLY loves its cellos, but in my second playthrough I grew to appreciate it a lot more. Without changing a single note, Osvald's theme goes from somber to triumphant over the course of his story and it's kind of insane to me?? Like it fits way too well with the bittersweet ending that he has but has so much room for hope and somehow his character theme captures that so well??? Gods bless you Osvald

In Pursuit of Revenge

- Gotta say - I don't have a lot of feelings on this either. Other than to say that it's badass and imposing as all hell

The Journey for Revenge Ends

- OKAY I HONESTLY DID NOT THINK THAT THIS THEME COULD EVER FIT A FUCKING. DRAGON BALL KAMEHAMEHADOUKEN DUEL BETWEEN HIM AND HARVEY BUT THE ELECTRIC GUITAR MELODY PROVED ME SO WRONG. THIS THEME GOT ME REALLY HYPED UP

- Honestly the fact that I was maybe rooting for Osvald too hard to just kick Harvey's ass because he hurt Elena probably helped BUT STILL AWESOME THEME

PARTITIO

Partitio, the Merchant

- God. The moment I heard the electric guitars I was already sold but then the SAX kicked in and it's like 'YO ALRIGHT WE'RE BALLING'

- this post really started out with me describing actual feelings. Don't worry we're still going to talk about feelings but I don't have much to say about Partitio's theme other than it's awesomea and that people should play it in bars

In Pursuit of Happiness

- man this game is really giving me a great appreciation of the power of electric guitars. I see the appeal now. I especially see it in Partitio's leitmotif cuz man it really makes me want to end poverty. Unfortunately I don't have Partitio's business acumen OR his exuberance so I like. The most I can actually do is look into charity and volunteer work but this theme reminds me that that's good effort too

The Journey for Happiness Ends

- Gotta say? I don't have a lot of strong feelings about this rendition. Like I love Partitio and his story's ending to BITS but I think the fact that we're fighting a whole-ass steam-powered war train had the more staying power for me in this fight. Not that his theme was bad by any means because MAN that electric guitar solo goes bonkers

AGNEA

Agnea, the Dancer

- HANDS-DOWN MY FAVORITE OF ALL THE 8PATH2 CHARACTER THEMES - IT JUST SOUNDS AMAZING NO MATTER WHAT CONTEXT YOU PUT IT IN. I also love that it just ends up existing in-universe as full on diagetic noise for Agnea's encore at the end of her story? HELL I ALREADY SAID I'M A SUCKER FOR STRINGS BUT AGNEA'S THEME JUST SOUNDS SO HOMEY AND WHIMSICAL AND IT ACTUALLY MAKES ME REALLY WANT TO DANCE. AND I SUCK AT DANCING!

- Gil's piano version also just flat-out brings me to tears. God bless you Agnea motif. Why is it so good at being emotional. The evolution of this song throughout Agnea's journey just hits me on so many levels. Music and dance as a form of human expression and communication is fully on display with Agnea's story and her theme reflects that perfectly

In Pursuit of Hope

- how do I gush over Agnea's leitmotif even more without just repeating myself. it's just so good. it's so hype even if the situations themselves are relatively low-stakes. like she's just having a really intense talk with the manager of the theater and the battle theme goes HARDER THAN IT SHOULD

Song of Hope

- HONESTLY WHAT CAN I EVEN SAY ABOUT SONG OF HOPE THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN SAID. SONG OF HOPE BEING THE FINAL FORM OF AGNEA'S THEME LIKE IT'S A SUPER SAIYAN HAVING THEIR POWER LEVELS GO OVER 9000. THE FACT THAT IN-UNIVERSE IT'S ACTUALLY HER SINGING IT. THE FACT THAT THIS IS THE SONG THAT BEATS DOLCINAEA LUCIEL. THE FACT THAT THEY'RE BOTH SINGING IT ACTUALLY IT'S SO GOOD

- man I wish sometimes that whenever Agnea uses her EX Song of Hope we got like. a little jingle of her theme and her singing the lyrics. I love Song of Hope so much it's my second-favorite Journey Ends theme. Yes I know it technically doesn't qualify but come onnnn

TEMENOS

Temenos, the Cleric

- okay now I'm REALLY going to get flack for this. I actually don't like Temenos's theme. There's specific reasons for this and most of them have to do with his story. It was already one of the character themes that I felt relatively neutral on when I first heard it, and my first impression was that 'mmmm okay. what's throne's theme sound like-'. The demo came out and gave us Chapter 1, and suddenly it makes sense why it sounds so funky - it represents his character from Chapter 1 so well! It tells us a lot about Temenos - that he's lackadaisical, full of doubt, and that there's more to him than meets the eye. It's true to his character as a detective who likes to mess with his assistant sometimes

- But then Stormhail happened, and it's like. The whimsical tones of his theme really didn't suit the tone of the rest of his story OR his character going forward. Crick's death has dramatically changed the feel of his story, and from that moment on it's pretty clear that Temenos is out for revenge more than he is out for truth - but his theme doesn't reflect that. In fact it feels like it's acting in defiance of the tone shift, feeling almost dismissive of the emotional plot points of his story. On a meta level I think it's interesting how it reflects Temenos's state of mind, sticking to his pursuit in order to avenge everybody he lost and keeping his emotions bottled up. Emotionally however it feels incredibly dissonant - especially when it plays over his endcard.

In Pursuit of Truth

- Honestly for how much flack I gave his character theme I have to give it to his leitmotif for being incorporated in incredibly interesting ways for his battle themes. I did NOT think that the Celestas?? Glockenspiels??? Whatever those brass instruments were - they were INTENSE

The Journey for Truth Ends

- Same words that I have for In Pursuit of Truth like oh my god I didn't think they could make his funky-sounding leitmotif sound so badass but they DID and it felt immensely satisfying to kick Kaldena's ass as the music played. Savor that satisfaction because my god the rest of his story arc does not have a lot of that

HIKARI

Hikari, the Warrior

- I'm partial to Eastern instruments and chord progression! Hikari's theme sounds incredibly regal and it tells us a lot about his character - he's noble, kind, and a great leader. It's a theme that's fit for a king and honestly what more can you ask for?

- also when the bridge plays with the peaceful tones of high wind instruments my heart is just. It is at ease. All is right in the world. tHEN IT'S BACK TO THE INTENSE PARTS WAHOO

In Pursuit of Kingship

- OKAY BEFORE THE GAME CAME OUT I WAS ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO LISTENED TO THE LEAKED SOUNDTRACK OVER AND OVER BECAUSE OH MY GOD HIKARI'S LEITMOTIF GOES SO HARD - I literally SCREAMED when I first heard the leaked version and honestly through the choppy audio and the chunky part of the video - you all know the one - this theme was the one that convinced me that Octopath Traveler 2 was going to be something special. I screamed out loud to several people I knew that this? Seamless transition into Critical Clash II?? It sounded like Latin Honors.

The Journey for Kingship Ends

- So, picture me on my first run, intending to finish the second game this time in reverse OCTOPATH order, meaning I started with Hikari's final chapters. Sure I switched Temenos and Throne around for the order but that was fine, I'm in Ku, and we're about to finally kick Mugen's ass because I fucking hate Mugen. The chapter begins with Kazan literally summoning a sandstorm to open the gates of Ku. I am already so hyped. Then Clan Mei arrives. I am even more hyped. THEN WE FINALLY GET TO KICK RITSU'S ASS, AND HEY OCTOPATH 2, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS A BOSS RUSH??? I get to Mugen. I beat his first phase. I fight Hikari's intrusive thoughts and win. Mugen does some eldritch shit. AND THEN THIS FUCKING THEME KICKS IN AND I WAS JUST THROWN BACKWARDS INTO MY SEAT

- IN MY OPINION THIS IS THE BEST RENDITION OF THE JOURNEY ENDS REMIXES - THE MUSICAL PROGRESSION FROM THE FIGHT AGAINST RITSU, THEN A TASTE OF FOR THE DAWN WITH MUGEN'S FIRST PHASE, THEN CONQUERING THE SHADOW, AND THEN THIS - IT WAS SO GOOD?? AND IT SOUNDS SO TRIUMPHANT LIKE - HIKARI IS ON THE CUSP OF VICTORY AND PEACE IS AT HIS FINGERTIPS. KU WILL FINALLY SEE THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY. THAT IS WHAT THIS SOUNDS LIKE AND IT'S THE MOST AMAZING THING AND I LOVE IT

so yeah i'd love to hear you guys' thoughts on the character themes. feel free to disagree with my opinions! I welcome it!

[thesakuragarnet]

When we're staring at the ceiling

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi receives a phone call after work.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: swearing, Villain!Hawks (his alias is Talons), Hero!Dabi, DabiHawks, heavy smvt, Dabi and Mirko are roommates and besties, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship

Part of my Hero!Dabi X Villain!Hawks series

Word Count: 1,372 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: praise k!nk, ma$turbat!on, sub Dabi, d0m Hawks, ph0ne s3x, d!rty talk, begging, light dom/sub

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Pro Hero Dabi was absolutely exhausted. He’d spent all day doing press interviews regarding the recent villain uprising, but, luckily, his best friend and roommate Mirko decided to take care of the rest of the PR for the night, leaving him to come home to their empty apartment. Toya kicks off his boots, closes the door, and trudges off to his bedroom. Once inside, he unzips his Pro Hero suit jacket, letting it fall in a heaping pile to the floor. He tears off his undershirt, throwing it in a ball into the corner laundry basket.

BZZT!

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see a call from “<3”. Toya groans, kicking off his pants and putting his phone flat on the nightstand before practically face-planting onto his bed. Talons was calling him…formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks…unknown to the public as Dabi’s on-again-off-again lover. They never really ever broke up…never really ever put a label on their forbidden relationship…just sometimes were a little rougher during their altercations or went weeks without speaking or seeing one another. Talons was a very powerful villain in the Underground…and Dabi knew if he wanted him dead, he’d have done it himself already. Toya sighs, face buried in his pillow, preparing to fall asleep. 

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Toya grits his teeth before grabbing the phone and answering it. 

“What do you want ?!” He grumbles, his voice raspy and dry from talking all fucking day. A familiar titillating laugh pours from the speaker, and it sends chills down Toya’s spine…straight toward a certain something.

“I’m sorry, am I bothering you? I couldn’t help but watch your Commission routine you put on for everyone,” Talons’ voice is smooth, and Toya rolls over on his back, staring at the ceiling as he puts the phone on speaker and rests it beside his ear on the pillow. 

“I’m tired ,” Toya replies curtly, balling up his fists. 

“Poor little hero is exhausted from so many questions? How tragic,” Talons murmurs patronizingly, another chilling laugh oozing from the speaker.  

“You remember how they used to drill us,” Toya retorts, eyebrows furrowing, and Keigo Takami sighs on the other end. 

“You know…I just wanted to tell you…you did such a good job performing in front of the cameras, firefly,” He grins, his voice hushed and intense. 

‘Ah…so that’s why he called.’

Talons was no stranger to Toya’s very touchy praise kink. The Pro grew up with so little, that even the slightest bit of praise from a romantic interest was enough to make him swoon. The burned-out gifted kid to praise kink pipeline was real, and Keigo knew just how to take advantage of it. Toya freezes, breath stuttering in his chest when he processes Keigo’s words as his heart skips. 

“R-really?” He blushes, suddenly wide awake. 

“Mhm…really,” Keigo trills, his voice laced with flirty tension. “You know…You’re so fucking gorgeous. All I could think about while I watched those interviews was how much I wanted to kiss you until you’re fucking breathless . You had your jacket unzipped in that low shirt…such a goddamn tease and I love it. If only those cameras got a shot of your ass in those pants,” Keigo sneers, and his words go right to Toya’s cock. It doesn’t take long before his hand snakes down his body, fumbling to free his erection from his gray boxers. Toya huffs, silently hoping that he’ll say more as wraps his hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself. He’d had such a rough day…this seemed like a valid solution to help him sleep better.

“Damn, even if they did. Nothing compares to the real thing up close and personal. Skin so soft. Hole so tight. Eyes so pretty,” Keigo continues, intentionally egging Toya on. He’s well aware of what he’s doing to the Pro Hero. 

“You think I’m pretty?” The needy question blurts out of Toya’s lips impulsively, and Keigo’s dark chuckle makes his eyelids flutter.

“My pretty little firefly. Strong. Sexy. Smart…just not as fast as me,” Talons teases. 

“N-no one’s as fast as you,” Toya laughs half-heartedly, his voice cracking as he tries not to groan. His hand is soaked in precome as he lazily jerks himself off. 

“Are you touching yourself yet?” Talons asks playfully… knowingly . Toya gulps but doesn’t stop. They’d done this before. 

“Y-yes,” He stutters, chest aching for more praise…for more sweet words from Keigo. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, sir,” Toya nods his head vigorously even though he knows the villain can’t see him. 

“Good boy.”

‘Oh fuck,’ Toya’s thoughts melt into pools of lust and desire as he bites his lip, trying to stifle his own noises of pleasure. 

“You’re being so good right now for me, Toya. Lemme hear that pretty little voice of yours, yeah? I know Mirko isn’t home with you. Why don’t you be a good boy and take advantage of that?”

The moan that rips from Toya’s throat is loud and long, and his cock throbs in his hand. His other arm comes up to rest above his eyes, almost like he’s embarrassed, cheeks hot and flustered as he starts to sweat. Dabi’s so turned on it should be illegal, and it feels like an aching burning in every fiber of his body. He needs it. He craves it. The pleasure has a chokehold on him, and it’s intensifying with every single praise that falls from Keigo’s lips into the phone. 

“Atta boy. Fuck , I wish I could be there with you right now, baby,” Talons groans, his voice gravelly and… needy . 

“ Oh, Kei~go~...mmmm~, ” Toya whimpers, mouth hanging open and breath hitching as he rolls his hips into his hand, squeezing it just the way Keigo does. What he wouldn’t give for Keigo to be pumping inside him right now…for his lips to be on his skin…for his hands to be in his hair. 

“If I was with you…I’d be fucking your brains out right now. Might even break your headboard. Would you like that? Do you wanna feel my cock stretch you open? Do you wanna feel my teeth on your neck?” Keigo rasps, his voice getting lower and breathier, making Toya think that he’s not the only one masturbating. 

“ Please ,” Toya begs, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes at the emotion as he arches his back, thrusting wildly into his grip. 

“ God , you’re such a good fuck, Toya. You’re all mine. My perfectly imperfect little hero…so fucking sexy with those desperate moans of yours,” Talons grunts; breathy pants between his words further confirm Toya’s suspicions. 

“ Ah~ffffuck me, Keigo !” The hero wails, his orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach as he gets light-headed. 

“I will, baby, I will. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think. You’ll never be able to forget it,” Keigo sighs, voice breaking off into a horny whisper of his lover’s name. 

“C-coming- Kei -gonna come so hard,” Toya blubbers, tears falling down his cheeks as drool drips down his chin. 

“Come for me, firefly,” Talons commands, his voice harsh but coated with devotion. That’s all it takes, and Dabi screams like a porn star, his red, overstimulated cock gushing white all over his hand.

“ Fuck !” Keigo chokes out just loud enough for Toya to hear beneath his sobs, signaling that his orgasm caught up with him on the other end of the phone. Toya breathes hard, exhausted, high-pitched, soft moans peppered within each exhale. He releases his grip on his twitching cock, cringing at the feeling of his own seed all over his hand as he comes back down from the high to reality. He’s alone in his bed. Keigo isn’t here to cuddle him after. 

“Mmmm…maybe I’ll go have my minions keep Miss Mirko busy…then I can head over there…and put words into action,” Talons murmurs darkly, sounding just as blissed out as Toya. The Pro’s heart skips a beat. 

“Promise that she’ll win,” Toya blurts, and he hears Keigo groan in reluctant defeat. 

“You have my word, firefly. You better be stretched by the time I reach your window.”

[saturnxgojo]

Trouble keeping up // Professor!Zhongli (pt1) college AU

✦ Pairing: professor!zhongli x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: your history grades havent been the best lately and youve been ditching class, your professor isnt particularly happy with this and is asking you for an explanation.

✦ Warnings: age gab(reader is about 20, zhongli about 30, dont attack me), swear words, usage of pet names (sweetheart, love) making out, mention of getting chaught, grammar mistakes probably, tell me if i missed anything

✦ A/n: first work after a week of being gone, im feeling a lot better now (for context check me page), pt2 will come tomorrow probably.

✦ Wordcount: 1330

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

part two right here > (to be be uploaded august 30th)

Someone cleared their throat behind you before addressing you, “Miss Y/n? May I have a word with you?” 

Your face went pale as you looked at your friend in pure terror. You two had been hanging around campus after class, not wanting to go back to your dorms yet seeing the weather was nice (for once). What you didn’t think of were the professors that also walked around campus, seeing their work days weren’t yet over. 

“Oh fuck,” You whispered. To be fair, sooner or later you would have to face him. But for the last two weeks, skipping his class and avoiding him seemed the better option for you. 

“Miss Y/n?” your history professor spoke. His voice sent a chill down your spine as you turned around to meet his eye. 

“Yes, professor?” 

“Can I have a word with you? In private?” 

“Uhh s-sure?” 

Okay the reason why you were ditching his classes and making sure you were at least 50 feet away from your history professor was simple; you used to be, (key word; used) one of his best students (you were his best student according to him, but maybe, just maybe he took a liking towards you ever since you first walked into his classroom). But to continue; you used to be his best student. 

What changed? You might ask. Well.. about a month ago one of your friends started talking about how attractive some teachers were at your college. You had to agree with your friend, I mean one look at the science and physical movement professors Albedo and Childe and everyone would agree. But when they started talking about the history professor; Professor Zhongli, you brushed it off.

“No, what the fuck. He’s old.” You said to your friend.

“So? He could be a dilf.” 

“He's not married,” another friend joined in. 

And later that day when you were in his class you started paying attention to him, but really paying attention. And after not even one lesson you understood what your friend was on about. The way he moved his hands while he talked, how he leaned against his desk with his hands on either side of him, or how he would sometimes address people as love, or sweetheart, or how he would take off his overcoat. Basically everything he did suddenly made an impact on you. Before you were so focussed on school and your grades that you didn’t notice. But once you did, it affected everything. Your grades, your activity in class, everything. So the last few weeks your grades went down really goddamn fast, and as expected your professor wasn't all that excited about that, and with the fact that you had been straight up avoiding him and his classes.

“Do you understand that, miss Y/n?” reality came back to you at once as you found yourself standing in the history classroom.

“Yes sir?” You said, your answer coming out more like a question rather than an answer.

“Were you listening to what I said to you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing and his head slowly tilted as he leaned against his desk in that oh so distracting way with his arms folded over his chest.

“Yes?” you hesitated into telling the truth or not, but to be fair, much worse the situation couldn’t get. 

“I am gonna repeat myself one more time, listen closely, otherwise there will be circumstances. Understood?” 

You nodded. 

“Your grades have been very disappointing the last couple of weeks, and together with the fact that you haven’t been present in any of my classes in the last two weeks that does not surprise me.” 

“Mean much,” You muttered as you looked at your feet.

Pretending he didn’t hear what you said he continued; “I do not know the reason for you being absent and failing my class, but I suggest you do something about it. If there are medical reasons I wish to know about it, no specific details needed, so I can keep it in mind. If you are having trouble with keeping up, you are aware you can always stop by to ask me questions, no?”

You nodded again.

“Although, if I have to guess, neither of those are the issue, seeing you have had no problem in my class and you were a straight A student before. What changed? I wish to hear your feedback.” 

Fuck fuck fuck

“I- uh- yeah no um there are no medical issues sir. I’ve just been having some trouble keeping up lately,” you couldn’t look at him, everything in you screamed to get out of the classroom.

“And is there a reason for that, sweetheart? Is it only in my class, or in other classes too?” he stood up and walked over to you, looking down at you.

“I-” You were at a loss for words as your professor used his thumb and index finger to lift your chin up to look at him, your eyes met his and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Perhaps it’s because you aren't paying any attention to the things I tell you and your fellow classmates in class. Because you were too busy looking at me, rather than listening to me.” 

Slowly he took a few steps ahead, making you walk backwards until your thighs hit a desk. “Or maybe you were listening to me, but you just didn’t bother to actually take notes of what I said, you were busy hiding your red face while pushing your thighs together. I’d like to know, what were you thinking about?” 

You were now completely out of words.

“What is it, love? Cat got your tongue?”

“I-it doesn’t concern you, sir.” you closed your eyes as you tried to calm your breathing and racing heart.

The feeling of lips brushing against your neck startled you but hands were placed on your hips, pulling you up to the small desk a student sat in not an hour ago. His lips moved to your ear, “Are you sure?” he asked. Lost in the moment you shook your head. “What were you thinking about sweetheart, no need to be shy.” He pulled away, staring into your eyes, “Well?”

“You, sir. But sir we really shouldn’t be doing this, this is strictly forbidden, if someone sees this, you could lose your job and I could-” you were shut up as he pushed his lips against yours.

“Call me Zhongli sweetheart,” he said against your lips.

It didn’t surprise him when you kissed him back, your arms moving across his neck to pull him closer. After all, he wasn't stupid, he had known many students had a bit of a crush on him, but he always brushed it off- like a normal and good professor should. He never thought you’d be one of them, until the last few weeks. You were avoiding eye contact in the beginning, and the next moment you would be looking at his hands or forearms when you thought he didn’t notice.

But like said earlier, he kind of took a liking towards you, your lowkey rebelish and at the same time shy personality was adorable in his eyes. Or the way you sometimes came to his class in a girly summer dress only for you to come in in a shirt of some 80’s rock band and wide jeans the next. Today you’d pulled out a black schoolgirl skirt with a yellow shirt, and Zhongli was having a hard time keeping his hands off of your thighs.

And when one of his hands indeed moved down to your thigh and squeezed it you let out a quiet moan into the kiss. Pulling back to breath your already red cheeks were a dark crimson red now. 

“I- sir-”

“Zhongli,” He said once again. “Zhongli we really shouldn’t.” you whispered, your arms still around his neck and his hands still on your hip and thigh. “I know sweetheart,”

“But I need you, Zhongli”

To be continued…

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[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Chapter One: Three Sets of Eyes

Masterlist // Next Chapter

Summary: A week after the strike, Jack makes his way to the distribution center. Making eye contact with the Delanceys, the three seem to spiral unconscious as memories they don’t even know they had pierce through their skull and into their brains.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse (One scene an alcohol bottle is thrown at Jack and Oscar)

A/N: I had an idea. I executed such idea, and shout out to @frombottlealleytotheharbor for being my beta reader.

Jack had no need for gripes, with the strike settled, a beautiful girlfriend, a smartass best-friend, and a brother who was all safe and sound, what the hell would he ever need them for? He ran along the sidewalk, cackling as he followed Race, Romeo, and Finch towards the distribution center with Crutchie clinging to him, having been perched on his back. As the five met up with the rest of the group, the volume grew louder, the sounds of greetings and conservation being thrown and caught across the group. Jack let Crutchie down from his back, patting his shoulder and nudging Smalls as the young Bronx leader passed by. The newsies soon formed a line, Jack leading the forefront with an ear splitting grin. Patting the collection box with a palm, he glanced at his boys before looking over the two brothers behind the counter only to see his face staring back.

“Oscar!” Jack yelped, ducking to cover his brother from their father.. wait.. their father? That wasn’t his- Jack frantically looked around the room, from the scratches on the floor to the cracks on the walls.. all so familiar but he had never been here before.. A loud crashing sound of a bottle cut through his thoughts as he instinctively twisted his body to cover what looked like a young Oscar Delancey, shards of glass spraying his back.

Jack didn’t have time to react further, suddenly plunging into darkness and reawakening in another room, this time he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, two cold brown eyes stared at him as Jack felt a calloused thumb brush the blood away from his cheek. “Snyder won’t lay another fucking hand on you, y’here? Not another goddamn hand.” The young boy- no- Morris scowled, glaring at the cell door, Jack barely recognized him with how beat up he looked. His eyes flitted around the room as a chill ran up his spine, Snyder? Was this the refuge?

His fear quickly went numb as he sat before Snyder and Wiesel, his gaze turning to an older, more mature Morris. “We take care of the guy who takes care of us.” His voice was firm as the two stood up, Jack’s hand involuntarily moving towards Wiesel’s.. his Uncle Wiesel. “Welcome to the family business, boys.”

Memories swirled around him, flashes of a life he never knew forcing their way into his head like a hammer driven nail until the world came to a stop.

“Jack! Hey, Jack?!” Race slapped him awake, the Manhattanite leader flinching into a sitting position. Jack glanced around wildly, his friends staring at him with fearful eyes as he came to his senses.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! Getoffofme!” Jack swatted him away, stumbling to stand as Race supported him. “Ya had a nasty fall, pal! So did the Delanceys by the looks of it, what’d you do?”

“Nothing- I.. Nothing, I think.” Jack mumbled, looking over the counter. Oscar was helping Morris up, the two glancing at Jack with genuine fear. Jack quickly grabbed his papers and shoved them in his bag, walking away with a storm of emotions bubbling up inside of him. As the memories replayed in his head, Jack couldn’t help but feel angry, frustrated, and guilty. Oscar should’ve deserved getting hit, he’s beaten the shit out of every newsie he laid his eyes on.. but.. but his- their- that man shouldn’t have thrown a beer bottle.. not at his brother.. brother? The longer he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Suddenly, he had multiple gripes.. and he just passed his selling spot. Goddamn it.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

[a-dirty-secret]

Johnny's Girl - Part 7

Next chapter will be all smut, because I am a depraved individual and I firmly believe there is no such thing as too much smut. I could have made it one chapter but the ADHD is ADHDing.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

You stood at the kitchen sink doing dishes, lost in thought. Of course, Johnny was the one on your mind. You'd been disappointed when you woke up alone, but you weren't entirely surprised. You were reminded of him when you looked in the mirror, bruises in various places. You were also reminded of him thanks to the faint ache between your legs, but you liked the feeling.

You feel a chill run down your spine, and you suddenly feel as though you're being watched. You turn off the water, but before you can turn around there's a hand in your hair. Your head is slammed against the side of the sink with force, and you immediately lose consciousness.

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Johnny had spent the day trying to keep you off of his mind, and did a poor job of it. Part of him wanted to kill you right away as sort of... a mercy. But the thought of having you in the house, close enough that he could use you whenever he wanted, drove him nearly feral with lust.

So there he stood, staring at your unconscious body hanging in the basement. He'd keep you around for a couple weeks, tops. Long enough to have his fun. With a final glance he turned around and went upstairs, leaving you alone in the dark.

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Slowly you began to wake up, regaining your senses. Your nose was filled with the scent of mildew and decay, and your head was pounding. The combined sensations caused your stomach to tighten, nearly making you retch. You attempt to rub your head and realize the position you're in.

The room is dark and surprisingly cool. You close your eyes and try to remember how you got there. You were doing dishes... That's it. That's the last thing you can remember. You had no idea where you were or how you got there, but you had to get out. Somehow...

You struggle and squirm, hoping the movement may loosen the ropes. Eventually you give up, hanging your head and closing your eyes, hoping desperately that this was just a nightmare you'd soon wake up from.

After a while you hear heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Your heart rate speeds up and you can feel yourself beginning to panic. Suddenly a door opens and a light flicks on, revealing a large man in an apron and some kind of weird mask.

He stares at you for a moment then comes closer. You just stare wide eyed. You wanted to move, to scream, to do anything, but you felt paralyzed. The man reaches out and touches your face, poking and pinching at the skin.

The feeling of this strange man's hands on you jolts you out of your frozen state. "Don't FUCKING touch me!" You scream, making your best attempt to kick him in the crotch. Your kick connects and the man lets out a pained moan, hands dropping from your face and cupping the wounded area.

He steps away from you and lets out an angry yell, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him. You hear some clanking noises and then a voice. A voice you know.

"Calm down there big boy, what happened?"

He's met with a few angered groans in response.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of her."

A few seconds later the door opens revealing Johnny, that goddamn smirk plastered on his face. "Hey there darlin', fancy meetin' you here."

He stares at you in silence, clearly waiting for a reaction. Without thought you throw your head back, letting out a long, bitter laugh. His brow furrows as he watches you, clearly taken aback. "I knew it. I knew the day I met you I shoulda kept walking. This is my own fault."

Johnny lets out a low chuckle. "You think that woulda' stopped me? I'm the reason you didn't have gas, sweetheart. I followed you around for weeks before we met, like the clueless little bunny you are."

Anger surges through you. You felt so violated and used. "I'd rather be a clueless bunny than a monstrous sack of shit! You get off on this, you fucking pervert? I'd bet my last dollar that you're riddled with mommy issues!"

In the blink of an eye Johnny's knife is to your throat, pressing down hard enough to draw blood. "I'm the only thing keepin' you alive, you realize that right? You're gonna need food. You're gonna need water." His knife leaves your throat and swiftly cuts through your clothes, leaving you completely naked. "You're gonna need clothes." He brings his knife across your stomach, leaving a decent sized gash and causing you to cry out in pain. "You're gonna need first aid."

Johnny grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. "So it would be in your best interest to show me some respect, don't you think?"

"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, then make the poor decision of spitting in Johnny's face.

He wipes his face and you can see the furious look in his eyes. He swiftly cuts the rope holding you. After you fall he presses his boot to the side of your face, forcing it roughly to the ground. "You're in for a rough night."

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The Fridge

"Huh, that's weird" said Dave. He was certain he'd already drunk one bottle of his favorite cheap beers, but opening the fridge this morning, there sat a full pack. Dave looked at the beer. The beer looked back. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember last night. It was a late shift at work, something or another kept him at the office. Once he'd finally said bye to his coworkers all he wanted was a cold beer and his recliner. Dave was a man of simple pleasures, so he thought. He liked football and fried chicken.

Following the divorce he'd recently moved into a smaller house. It was nice enough and it even had a garage. In that garage, when Dave moved in, he noticed a refrigerator. He hadn't taken much notice of it, people leave things, he'd haul it off one day when he needed the space. Dave was not thinking about the fridge on his drive home. Nor when he stopped at the only store still open to buy beer. He did think about that fridge when he got back home, and remembered that thanksgiving was last week and that he'd ended up inviting his parents and brother over. The fridge in the kitchen was packed with a casserole, turkey, beans, the fridge was stuffed. "Damn" he said to no one in particular. Dave let out a heavy sigh; this was far too much to deal with on a Friday night. He pulled a bottle of out the pack and cracked it open, then he remembered. He had another fridge. He took a swig and headed to the garage, the fluorescent tubes buzzed to life and he walked over to the fridge. It was still plugged in, "oops, oh well". Opening the door he saw a pile of dead bugs, little flies of some kind, "goddamn infestation" Dave remarked, and grabbed a broom and swept them into a trash can. He made sure the fridge was on and getting cold, and put his 5 other beers on the middle shelf, proceeding to wander back to his chair and watched TV till he passed out.

And yet - there was a full pack of beer in the fridge. "Guess I'm just losing it" he said as he shut the door and walked back into the living room. "Must be imagining shit". As he walked past his armchair he heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle falling over, and there it was. The bottle from last night, still with condensation on it, rolling off under the couch. "What the fuck". Dave didn't believe in the supernatural as a rule, he loved to argue with people at bars about it but always insisted it was some hoax or publicity thing, maybe someone just wanted attention. However, the thought that his house was haunted by some sort of beer ghost went though his head; maybe some poor guy drank himself to death in there or something and he was exacting his revenge. A chill ran down his spine. Dave decided he had better figure this out, he couldn't damn well live anywhere with a beer ghost. He decided to do a bit of research, there was still some mail in the house from the previous tenant, so he knew a name to look up. He found the mail in the trash he'd yet to take out, it was a electric bill addressed to a Kathy S. Everson. He opened it. It was dated from earlier in the year and- good god the bill! It was almost a thousand dollars! What the hell was Kathy doing?

Dave decided to ask the neighbors, maybe they knew something. He walked out into the cold November air. The wind had a bite to it and threatened snow. He shivered. Walking up to his neighbors Dave rang the doorbell and waited, he could hear a dog barking and a woman opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked. "Afternoon" Dave guessed, "Name's Dave, I'm your new neighbor right across the way", and he pointed at his house. "Oh you've moved into Kathy's old house, that's nice, I'm glad it's going to good hands, my name is Jackie" she replied. "Mhmm, it's a nice place, uh - if you don't mind me asking, what happened to Kathy?" he asked. "Oh I think it was cancer or something like that, she wasn't young anymore, it happens to the best of us" she said. "Right right, but she didn't do anything odd or nothing?" Dave asked. "No I don't think so, not unless you count that mac and cheese of hers" Jackie replied. Dave gave a puzzled look. "Well it was just so good" said Jackie, "and she always had so much of it, a lot of food in general, old folks are like that sometimes, they like to feed people". Dave nodded, "right". "She'd have these big potluck dinners at the community center, Kathy did. She loved to feed the community". The gears started whirring away in Dave's head. "Is everything alright?" asked Jackie. "Yeah, everything's dandy" Dave responded "Nice meeting you", and he set back towards his home, wind nipping at his ears and nose.

Walking into his garage Dave starting inspecting the fridge. It looked, well it looked like shit frankly. It was ancient, just a big slab of metal, covered in dents and a bit rusty. It might have been white once, or some shade of beige. If there ever was a brand name it'd long fallen off. Dave tried to move it but it wouldn't budge, it looked like it'd started rusting into the floor at this point, and it probably weighed a ton. Dave opened the door again. There was a lightbulb inside that flickered on, revealing his beer again. The inside was pretty clean all things considered, and quite cold. "Huh". Dave did not do well in the sciences in high school or college, but he did remember when his teachers were lecturing on experiments and the like, and Dave decided he'd do an experiment. He removed his beer from the fridge, and looked around the various cardboard boxes littering his garage. In one he found an award from his college days, it was a small trophy, covered in dust and labeled "2nd Place - Men's Track and Field - April 6th 1981 - Dave Adderson". He placed it into the fridge, and headed back into the living room to watch the game.

The next day, Dave anxiously opened the fridge door and there sat two trophies, identical in every way, dust and all. He didn't quite know how or why, but there was one thing he did know. Dave Adderson now had a magical refrigerator that duplicated things.

[popfishjr]

Killers Will Be Killers (Part 3)

Warnings: murder, as usual

Note: holy shit I survived

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"Leo Lazarus... Leo Lazarus... Leo Lazarus... Le-" Miles suddenly shot up from the ground that he was previously lying on, mumbling to himself. He scrambled to his desk and grabbed the magazine he had boasted about earlier, damn near crumpling it with his excitement. He flipped to the third page, and there it was.

Homicide detective, Miles Cadet solves the murders of his late parents, Zoe and Rio Cadet, and local journalist, Joanna Lazarus.

Joanna Lazarus! That must be it! Researching Joanna shouldn't be too hard, considering she wrote fairly decent papers. Researching a nobody would be much harder. Joanna was all over Google. She was well-known before she was killed, and when she was, she got even more attention. Soon, Miles found out that she had a son, Leo Lazarus. He ran away a few days after his mother was killed and has been off the grid ever since. He also found out that Joanna had a sister too. Hailey. At least she wasn't off-grid. Miles called Jean to inform her that he was going to Hailey's house and that she should visit Noah's family while he's there.

"Uh, can you explain again why you're going there?" Jean asked

"To get clues on where Leo might be," the detective replied.

"But, shouldn't you be investigating Jane's case?" She paused. "Ohhh, I get it. Was it too hard for you, and now you're using this as an excuse to take a break from it?" 

"You are one insult away from starting a war. Shut up or you'll regret it." He hung up the phone.

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After some research on the address, Miles arrived at Hailey's house. The lights were off, but as he approached, he heard noises coming from the crack under the door. He pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. No answer. He tried again by knocking. Still no answer. 

Oh well.

Miles slowly turned the doorknob, and to his surprise, the door swung wide open. Now he knew what the noises were. It was music. Or more specifically, "Tell me whyyy! Ain't nothin' but a heartache..."

"What the hell?" Miles muttered. Through the darkness of the house, he could make out a figure slouching on the sofa, but when he stepped closer, he realised that the white sofa was soaked through with fresh blood, staining it dark red. He noticed the body was mutilated in the same way Jane's body was. The body was that of a woman. She had long, ebony hair and a pale, angular face, drained of blood. But her most defining feature was a slit neck, so deep you could see the spinal cord peeking out. Miles' hand instinctively went for the gun on his belt, his face turning white with dread when he grasped nothing but air. 

"Shit," Miles cursed. How could he have forgotten to bring his goddamn firearm? And what was up with this song?

"Backstreet Boys," said a voice coming from behind Miles. "But, I doubt you listen to music."

The detective spun around, but without his gun, he felt exposed and vulnerable. Perhaps he never should've come here. "Who are you?"

"Oh, come on. Use that big detective brain of yours and take a guess." 

There was a pause. "Leo," Miles answered, alarm bells going off in his head.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Leo had a Cheshire grin on his face. "I didn't try that hard to conceal my identity anyway."

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Miles held his awkward stance. It was hard to be intimidating without a weapon. Leo had the upper hand here. He had a dagger, and that was all he needed to finish off Miles.

He chuckled. "I keep tabs on police and detective activity, Miles." The way Leo spoke his name sent chills down Miles' spine. "I mean, how else do you think I hid from the police for so long?"

"Why did you kill Hector?" Miles was trying to stall for time. It was the only thing he could do. Should he take his chances and run out the door? Or should he pounce at Leo? No, scratch that. Only idiots would do that.

"You're a curious one, aren't you? Revenge. It's obvious. You should understand, Miles. He killed your parents too."

"Killing isn't the way to do it, Leo!"

"Well, I've got my own opinions on how to do things." The whole situation was quite amusing to Leo, with "I Want It That Way" playing in the background. 

"Why don't you just kill me?"

"Trust me, I would. But, consider me sparing your life as a gift for arresting Hector. Sure made my job a hell of a lot easier." 

"Then, why are you here?"

"To convince you to stop trying to find me. I would much rather not have a detective following my trail, thank you," the killer chuckled. He looked down, his brown hair brushing against his forehead. "But of course, I'm not stupid enough to try to convince you. Just know that I have all of Jean Wilson's personal information. Don't try anything unless you want Jean dead." And with that, Leo slammed his fist into Miles' jaw, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

[ihateoc]

Honey Whiskey

(word count: 3,361) (crackfic i wrote for valentines day. not at all canon)

Valentines Day. A day Shadow had grown accustomed to staining himself with blood while others went on their happy little dates. Somehow, he wished he was on a job right now. Bennett had left for a date a little while ago, leaving Shadow all alone in the apartment. 

After spending some time sulking, he eventually broke out a bottle of whiskey and had already downed half of it while watching a cheesy romance movie. Deep down, he craved physical and emotional connection. Not that he'd ever admit that. He was already drunk when the doorknob turned. 

The door swings open as Ren bursts into the room, clad in a black dress, heels and lipstick, a stark contrast from her usual casual attire. She seems surprised when she notices him, "Hey, Shadow. Is Bennett here?" 

Upon hearing Ren's voice, Shadow looks up, his eyes partially unfocused from the alcohol. He blinks a few times before he speaks, his words coming out more slurred than he intends, "Hey doll face, Bennett's out on a date or something." 

Holy hell, she looks amazing. But he needs to keep it together. Now isn't the time to be drunk and sappy. 

"Oh, I see..." She begins, glancing at the open bottle of liquor on the table, "Are you drunk?" 

He gives a nonchalant shrug, trying hard to maintain eye contact with her and not let his gaze drop lower, "What can I say, princess? It's Valentines Day after all. The great celebration of love or some shit like that." 

"So, you're brooding?" She wonders, but before he can defend himself, she sits down beside him, taking his glass full of whiskey from his hand and taking a drink, "Let me join you then." 

Shadow freezes for a second at her proximity, the smell of her perfume making him dizzy. 

"Ah! Princess wants to join my little pity party, huh?" He flashes her an amused grin but there's a hint of nervousness in his eyes. 

"Yeah," She remarks after taking another swig of his drink, "Got stood up." 

He lets out a low whistle as he leans back into the couch, "Damn, that's rough, sweetheart. His loss though." 

Stood up? Who in their right mind would stand a beautiful woman like her up? He'd give anything just for the slimmest chance of a date with her. Wait, is that pathetic?  

"Yeah, can't say I'm surprised. I was really only going on the date as a favor in the first damn place," She complains as she points to the drink, "This is fucking disgusting by the way." 

Shadow lets out a soft chuckle before retrieving the bottle and taking a hearty gulp, "Tell me about it. Just like life, huh? Disgusting but we still swallow it down." 

"You're not wrong but..." She drawls out slowly, swirling the liquid in the glass as she looks down at it contemplating, "We don't have to swallow it down. Why not spit it back in life's face?" 

A small smirk tugs at Shadow's lips as he watches Ren, his voice filled with amused admiration, "That's my princess. Spitting in the face of adversity. Now that sounds more fun than my brooding." 

"Mhm, but let's brood together for the night," She muses as she slumps back against the couch, "What's the movie about?" 

Shadow looks over at the scene playing on the screen, a couple locked in a passionate kiss under the rain. "Ah, some cheesy love story," He rolls his eyes dramatically but doesn't make any move to change it, "A guy is trying to win over this woman who can't be less interested in him. Ridiculous shit." 

 "What an idiot. You think he'd learn by now," Ren responds before taking another swig of her drink. 

Shadow can't help but bark out a sardonic laugh at her comment, "Yeah, what kind of dumbass wouldn't take the hint, right?" He swiftly steals his glass back from her and takes another gulp. The heat in his throat does nothing to ward off the chill creeping down his spine. 

She might as well have just punched him in the fucking face. It seems like she has no idea just how close that hit home for him. Goddamn ironic that they're watching this now of all times.  

"But his determination is sweet, I'll admit," She adds, her eyes glued to the television screen. 

Shadow's heart skips a beat at her words, "Is that so?" He asks, trying to hide the hope in his voice, "Well then... I guess idiots like him have some chance after all." 

Ren and Shadow continue drinking and watching rom-com's until they finally run out of whiskey. Admittedly, both of them probably should have quit drinking a while ago. 

"Damn, that bottle didn't last," She grumbles, her words slurred as she holds up the empty bottle, "Got any more?" 

He chuckles, sinking back into the couch as he looks over at her, "Sorry, princess. That was the last bottle." 

His mind was fuzzy and his thoughts were all jumbled but one thing remained clear, how intoxicatingly beautiful Ren looked to him right now. He felt completely sober when it came to noticing every small detail about her. 

"I think I've got a bottle of vodka at my place. I could run and grab it real quick," She comments as she moves to stand up, faltering slightly. 

Shadow hastily reaches out to steady her, his hand landing on her waist a little more firmly than he had intended, "Whoa there, doll. You can barely stand up straight," He thinks for a moment before shrugging, "A walk might do us some good though." 

Absolutely bad idea. But damn, he'd follow this woman to hell and back. 

"Yeah, yeah, a walk would be nice, but first..." She kicks off her heels, leaving her barefoot, "That's better. Okay, let's head next door." 

He can't help but chuckle at her antics as he stands up to follow her, swaying gingerly on his feet before catching himself, "Hold on a sec, princess," Shadow says as he moves to put an arm on her waist for support, unsure whether he was doing so for her or himself at this point. 

A laugh escapes her lips as they stumble out the door and into the hallway together, "God, we're both messes, aren't we?" 

"Absolute train wrecks, doll," Shadow agrees with a chuckle, tightening his grip on her waist. 

The warm feeling flowing through him had less to do with the alcohol and more about how close Ren was right now. She just felt... right in his arms. This was crazy to him. Absurd. But he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Once they reach Ren's apartment, she fumbles with her keys before eventually unlocking the door. She leads him into the kitchen where she pulls a half full bottle of vodka out of the freezer.  

Shadow looks around the apartment, a slight grimace settling on his face at the memory of how he'd once torn this place apart when she was his target. Though he'd visited her place a few times more recently, he always found himself feeling guilty. 

Shaking his head, he tries to dismiss these unwanted thoughts, opting to try and lighten the mood instead, "Ah, good ol' vodka. Makes everything better, doesn't it?" 

She pours two shot glasses full of the clear liquid, some of it overflowing and splashing out onto the counter before she hands him one, "Probably shouldn't be drinking this with all the whiskey we had but whatever, fuck it," She spouts out, using one of his own signature phrases. She holds the glass up in a toast, "To uhhh..." 

Shadow raises his drink to Ren's, a smirk on his face as he finishes her sentence, "To being reckless and absolute train wrecks." 

She chuckles at his toast as they both down the vodka without any hesitation, setting their glasses back down on the counter and prompting Shadow to refill them. This woman could easily be the end of him. But what a glorious end that would be. 

"You know..." Ren begins after a moment of silence, her words slurred, "I was surprised you didn't bring me flowers or something." 

Shadow blinks, taken aback by her words. He scratches his head awkwardly before mustering a reply, "Oh well... Didn't think you'd appreciate that kind of shit, princess," He tries to keep his voice steady despite the mix of emotions swirling inside him, mixing with the alcohol in his system. 

"You should've said so earlier," He adds, "I would have stolen an entire flower shop for ya." 

She chuckles, hopping up to sit on the edge of the counter, "Mhm," She drawls out slowly, "I like flowers and cheesy shit just as much as the next person." 

Upon hearing this, the dark-haired man's eyes widen a fraction before he quickly masks it with his usual smug expression. He shakes his head casually and laughs, "I'll keep that in mind for the future then... Flowers and cheesy shit." 

Ren's face is unusually soft as she giggles, her lipstick smeared on her face, "And I know you like cheesy shit too, even though you try to hide it," She points out with a drunken smirk as she swings her legs from where she sits. 

Shadow raises an eyebrow, trying to feign innocence, "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

He laughs, a warm and genuine sound that fills the room as he passes her a shot glass. She has him figured out pretty well. And he's not sure whether he should be worried or impressed. 

"You're a bad liar. I dunno how you were such a good mercenary but such a bad liar," She remarks while snorting out a laugh. 

Shadow shrugs nonchalantly, "I guess when it comes to you, Renny... All my skills fly out the window," His tone is teasing as raises his shot glass for a toast again. 

She clinks her glass against his before swallowing it in one swift gulp, "God... Disgusting," She complains before her gaze falls back on him, "You don't seem much different when drunk, you know?" 

After downing his own shot and placing the glass back on the counter, he laughs, "Well, that's disappointing, ain't it? You think I'd be more fun." 

His blurred vision meets hers for a moment, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his maroon eyes. God, she was beautiful. Even when complaining about him. 

"Mhm, very," Ren agrees with a chuckle while reaching out to ruffle his dark hair. 

He raises an eyebrow, chuckling lightly without making an attempt to pull away from her touch, "Hey now, doll, I just got it to look this good," He mutters with a mock pout on his face. 

She crosses her arms petulantly, mumbling, "But it looks good messy." 

He can't help but laugh, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Well, if princess says so..." He messes up his hair even more and grins proudly. 

"Hey Shadow," She begins, her tone more serious, "Can I ask you something kind of personal?" 

His confident smirk fades slightly as he looks at Ren, a glimmer of concern in his eyes, "You know you can ask me anything, princess. Fire away." 

"Do you ever..." Her words die in her throat, quietly asking, "Do you ever think about all of the time you lost?" 

Shadow feels a lump form in his throat at her abrupt question. A moment of uncomfortable silence hangs between them before a sigh escapes his lips, "All the time," He admits, his voice low and heavy with emotions he rarely let show. 

He looks away from Ren as if trying to hide the pain reflected in his maroon eyes. Of course he did? Who wouldn't? But admitting that out loud... Maybe it was a side effect of the alcohol but it struck him like a physical blow. 

She feels a wave of guilt wash over her when she takes note of his reaction, reaching out for him while stammering out, 'H-hey, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad." 

He shakes his head, forcing a weak smile onto his face, "It's alright, Renny. You have nothing to apologize for." 

The dark-haired man appreciates her concern but he doesn't want her feeling guilty over something that isn't her fault. He knows she didn't mean anything by it. But goddamn if it didn't hurt. 

"Hey, c'mere," She slurs as she motions with her hands for him to come closer. 

Shadow takes a step towards her, the liquid courage in his system making him a little too eager, "Alright, alright, I'm here," He stands between her legs, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

Ren abruptly embraces him, wrapping her arms around him while burying her face in the crook of his neck. She mutters out a muffled, "I'm sorry," Her breath hot against his skin. 

Freezing momentarily, he looks similar to a deer in the headlights from her sudden affectionate gesture. After a moment, he wraps his own arms around her, soothing her while tenderly stroking her back, "There's nothing to be sorry about, princess." 

She tightens her grip on him as if she was afraid he would slip away at any moment. Silence wraps around them before the hushed sound of her sniffling can be heard.  

Wait...  

Is she crying?? 

His heart clenches at the sound, "Hey, princess," He says comfortingly, trying to keep his voice calm despite feeling utterly panicked, "It's okay... Whatever you're upset about, we can figure it out together." 

He tries to be comforting but he has no idea how to handle a crying woman. This was certainly new territory for him. What did he say about following Ren to hell earlier? This is a whole new kind of torture. But damn if he won't be there for her. 

"It's just..." She utters out drunkenly through tears, "It's not fair what you went through." 

Shadow feels a strange warmth spread in his chest. No one has ever cried for him before.  

"It's... It's okay, doll," He comforts her, lightly patting her back, "I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't gone through that." 

Ren pulls back from the embrace, her arms loosely draped over his shoulders. Her mascara is running down her tear-stained cheeks as her grey eyes bore directly into his, "I just-" She doesn't finish her sentence, leaning in to drunkenly kiss him.  

Shadow is dumbstruck when Ren suddenly presses her lips against his. But any thoughts or objections he may have had are drowned out as he loses himself in her. She tastes of alcohol but that's not the reason he finds her lips so intoxicating.  

He kisses her back with an equal amount of intensity, hands restlessly wandering to hold onto her waist while keeping them pressed together. God, he had been waiting for this moment. But not like this. 

As much as he craves more of her mesmerizing taste, Shadow halts Ren before she can kiss him again. He can't do this. Not when they're both so drunk, "Ren," He starts while placing a hand in front of her lips, "You're drunk... We shouldn't..." 

Goddamn self-control, but he refuses to take advantage of a drunken Ren. 

"O-oh, I'm sorry," She looks away, avoiding his gaze intently and he's not sure whether her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol or the heat of the moment. 

Shadow quickly shakes his head, reaching out to cup her face gently, "No, no, don't apologize, princess. You've got nothing to be sorry for. Let's get you to bed, alright?" He offers her a reassuring smile before he slowly pulls away, already longing for their closeness again. 

She nods as she hops off of the counter, stumbling forward into his arms, clearly not in a state to walk on her own. With a faint grunt, he scoops Ren up in his arms, her body pleasantly warm against his chest. 

"Alright, Renny," He murmurs as he navigates through the apartment to her bedroom, "Let's get ya tucked in." 

She leans her head against his chest, her eyes shut tightly. Seeing this delicate, vulnerable side of Ren stirs a confusing mix of emotions within Shadow. It's disconcerting to see her like this but at the same time… He can't ignore how good it feels to hold her, though he wishes it was under better circumstances.  

Carefully, he sets her down on the bed and pulls up the covers over her. 

Before he can turn to leave, she reaches out to tug on the sleeve of his hoodie, "Shadow," His name tumbles from her lips softly, affectionately even. It's a stark contrast from the first time she had called him by that name all those years ago when they first met. 

"Could you... stay with me until I fall asleep?" 

Something in his heart gives way. There was no way he could refuse her anything. 

"Of course," He replies with a thoughtful grin, sitting himself on the edge of her bed, "I'm not going anywhere." 

Ren shifts to lay on her side, peering up at him as she speaks sincerely, "You mean a lot to me, Shadow. Don't forget that. I believe in you." 

Shadow swallows hard upon hearing the honesty in her tone. He reaches out to gently brush away a loose strand of hair from her face, speechless for a moment before managing to stammer out, "Thank you, princess. That means... more than you know." 

He gives her hand a delicate squeeze, the reassurance that he's here for her shining clear in his eyes. She believes in him? Nobody has ever said that before. He feels touched and overwhelmed by her heartfelt admission, an indescribable warmth enveloping him. 

When she finally drifts off, Shadow watches Ren's tranquil figure, her face softened by the peaceful oblivion of sleep. He gently traces his fingers along hers before he finally gets up from the bed. 

Shadow leaves a small care package of Tylenol and a bottle of water on her bedside table, hoping it'll ease whatever hangover awaits her in the morning. 

"Goodnight, killer," He whispers quietly, taking one last lingering gaze at her sleeping form before exiting her apartment silently. 

As he steps into his own abode next door, a bittersweet smile graces his lips as he mutters to himself, "What a night." 

Bennett, who had returned from his date a little while ago, turns from where he sits on the couch to face Shadow. He furrows his brow curiously, "Where were you at?" 

The dark-haired man scratches the back of his head, smirking impishly as he answers cryptically, "I was just... helping Ren." 

Bennett might be her brother but it's up to Ren whether she wants him to know about tonight or not. Besides, Bennett probably wouldn't even believe him if he told him. 

"Oh, but I thought she had a date. Did she get back early?" Bennett prods him. 

"Guess her date didn't go as planned," Shadow shrugs, deciding to leave it at that. 

The asshole that stood her up is lucky Shadow has no idea who they are. A strange sense of protectiveness and anger bubbles up within him but he also feels a weird sense of relief knowing he could spend the night with her instead. 

Feeling an odd bittersweet feeling in his stomach from the events of the evening, Shadows bids Bennett goodnight and heads to his room. As he eases himself on his bed, he lets out a heavy sigh. The taste of that one stolen kiss still lingers on his lips and the memory makes him yearn for more. 

He lays back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as a whirlwind of thoughts claw into him. Please remember... or maybe it’s better if she doesn't.  

Despite the mixture of concerns and uncertainties swirling in his mind, Shadow couldn't help but admit that tonight was amazing. He had managed to forget about everything else and just enjoy Ren's company, something he'd never thought would happen.  

What a fucking night. This was without a shadow of a doubt the best Valentine's Day he's ever had. 

[deeptrashwitch]

So...I was looking around tumblr as usual while listening music. And since is already december, in my country (not sure if it's the same on others) it's usual to hear the damn songs tipical of this month OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

And yeah, it would be tolerable at least if THEY WEREN'T PLAYING THEM SINCE FUCKING SEPTEMBER!

Just why? It is enough hearing it non-stop during december, hell, I would even feel it was fun if it was only since november. But no...four months. FOUR GODDAMNED MONTHS HEARING THIS! And it doesn't help that my neighbor decide to play them at 3 am.

Let me die already...

So yeah, for now let's leave behind the fact that I'm about to throw my dad's stereo through a window and wanted to rant a bit. I was thinking about my boys (lost the inspiration for the main story, sorry) and how they'll be during christmas or most likely in this situation.

So here they are!

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Alicia was about to loose her cool.

It was november and even if she loved the holidays, there was a problem. She didn't know who told Marcus about certain songs and whoever did it, now he was a dead man walking. Don't misunderstand her...she loved those songs during Christmas and New Years, they were basically a tradition on her house, but HOLY HELL if she wasn't tired of them.

Why? May you ask

BECAUSE MARCUS HAS PLAYED THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS SINCE FUCKING JUNE!

And now Edward started to sing them without knowing what the hell they meant it was nothing bad tho or how to pronounce it and the pilot wasn't the best singer either.

-Alicia?-asked Luke when he saw her staring to the void as other round of those songs started

-I am THIS close to commit a murder inside here-hissed as her eyebrow twitched

-Your...your fingers are touching

-Exactly! God forgive me if I find who told Marcus to play this over and over

Luke didn't say anything, but he knew exactly who was it and never expected their Captain would react like this. He decided to keep quiet for now...for his own sake. That was like that until end of december and Alicia was going crazy.

At least until Wraith decided to watch the world burn and she told the Captain who was it. She didn't know if laugh or cry of the pure anger, but took a deep breath before looking at Dominique with a little smile.

-How bad can I leave them?-asked as her eyebrow twitched again

-Leave Jackson alone, you know the poor bastard has been busy with some of your own wounds during training

-Fair enough

Alicia got out of Dominique's office and found Elijah first, who salute her with a smile. She was alright with him and most of her team, so she just started chatting with him a bit as he told her about christmas in his house.

-So you started to dance...while drunk?-asked with a smile

-Never drink vodka, whisky and rum together I guess

-Good point, oh, by the way, have you seen Luke, Noah and Alexander anywhere?

-Uhh, last time I saw them, they were on the yard

-Great, thanks Elijah

-I just need to ask but, do I need to tell Jackson to prepare the bay?-asked a bit nervous

-Nah, hmm, but I told Luke what would happen if I found out...

-Yep, I'll tell him just in case

And so, once Alicia let Elijah go, he went straight to the medic bay to talk with the blonde SEAL. Blackwell just sighed and prepares everything to cure those three idiots once the Captain finished with them. They both went and found the rest of the team and went just to contemplate the spectacle, even Wraith was watching from her office.

Soon they saw the three soon-to-die soldiers talk as they walked and then Elliot saw the Captain. Everyone had a chill down their spine when they saw the smile in her face and, for worse, the broomstick on her hands. Once the Lieutenant, the Corporal and the Private noticed her...all of them went pale as wax.

-Oh crap, she found out-said Alexander shaking

-No shit, Sherlock!-snapped Noah in his direction before they started running

-¡PEQUEÑAS MIERDAS! ¡TRAIGAN SU TRASERO AQUÍ! (YOU LITTLE SHITS! BRING YOUR ASSES HERE!)-screamed Alicia in spanish chasing them with her eyes filled of anger-¡SEIS MESES! ¡SEIS MALDITOS MESES! ¡CASI ME VUELVO LOCA POR SU CULPA! (SIX MONTHS! SIX FUCKING MONTHS! I ALMOST WENT CRAZY BECAUSE OF YOU!)

The woman chased them screaming for almost an hour before she could smack the broom on something, the floor if we are being specific, before looking them directly to the eyes. All three of them just watched with a mix of awe and fear how the broomstick was broken in thousands of pieces, then she just whispered "run" and they fled for their lives. Alicia smiled as she used the broken stick as a javelin, missing for mere inches the back of Luke's head.

-Is she trying to murder them for real or...?-asked Francis surprised

-I...don't think so-muttered Nicholas raising an eyebrow

Once they lost sight of the three, Alicia started to laugh and that just terrified her team before she picked the broomstick pieces. She walked towards them before throw the pices in the trash and smiled them as usual.

-What?

-You are scary, ma'am-said Marcus almost laughing of incredulity-you almost killed the Lieutenant!

-Of course not!-answered as she laughed again-I never aimed to his head! If I did...well you know what would have happened

-How?-asked Edward as the woman shuggred

-Not the first time I chase someone and throw them something, that's the way I usually stop my siblings of stealing my things

-So what was the point?-asked Jackson with a smile

-Scare them enough to leave me alone for a while and NEVER suggest Marcus to do that again, because I know pretty well they told him they were different songs when I told him to stop every time-murmured the Captain with a sigh-and they'll have bathroom duty for two months, yes, even Luke

-Poor them-said Elijah with a giggle

-You're kidding? This was the funniest shit I've seen since a long time-said Elliot wheezing-oh God...why didn't I record it?

-I'm sure Wraith did-said Alicia before stretching a bit-alright people, drinks are on me today! For New Year!

All of them cheered once they heard that, and decided to go to one of the city bars before midnight, when they'll call their family on their own.

-And someone find those three for God's sake!