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sinsandsweetness · 11 months

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Please for the love of god write something about Rick chasing the reader down in the woods I’d DIE

(Rick and Daryl x fem!reader)

cw- reader already has a baby with the boys, reader being chased in a maze, threesome, smut, slight breeding kink… think that’s all…

notes- happy Halloween! This is a fun little one shot placed in Alexandria. It is a follow up of “taking turns” however you don’t need to read it to read this. It’s just the same relationship, a couple years later. I had a few requests for a follow up and for some chasing/hunting vibes so… here you go! I won’t lie this is a bit rushed and not proofread at all so I apologize for any errors or if it’s not my best… but i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think<3

“Alright,” Rick breathes out with a sigh, dropping the large box onto the ground. Daryl right behind him with another.

The kids run over. Judith, at just 4 years old, Gracie, Sam, Carl and a few of the older kids and teens in Alexandria. Your own baby coos in your arms. Incoherent, yet adorable babbles leave her mouth, with chubby little hands grabbing into the air in the direction of her daddy.

While Rick cuts open the cardboard box of costumes, Daryl sneaks away from the cluster of children, all way too excited to get their hands on a cape and a mask. Or a dress and a tiara.

“C’mhere, sweetheart,” he grabs your daughter from your arms. Immediately she’s smiling all big and giggling into his jacket.

“Were you good for your mama while I was gone?” He whispers against her dark curls before pressing a kiss to her head.

“She just missed you, I think.” You respond. In reality, she was fussy. You figured that would happen after two nights without her dad. Daryl definitely being her favourite parent.

The kids are noisy as they ooh and awe and fight over the Halloween costumes.

Rick finally makes his own escape with a costume cowboy hat on his head.

“Hey, officer,” you tip your head up for a kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Eager to hug you. To touch you.

He stays holding you for a moment. Just soaking in your warmth.

“Miss me?”

“Every minute.” He confirms against your mouth for one last kiss, before moving to kiss your daughters cheek.

“How’s our little princess?” He asks to no one in particular.

“She missed her daddies. Kept me up all night.”

“What?” Rick faked a shocked tone, “our little princess would never. That doesn’t sound like her at all, does it?” He runs his hand over her hair and plants a kiss on her head.

You roll your eyes but your smile peaks out anyway. The sight of your men being such good fathers will never fail to make you smile.

“Daddy! Daddy look!” Judith’s high pitched voice brings attention as she tugs at Ricks pant leg.

When the three of you turn to look, she’s dressed in a unicorn onesie. Adorable. A bit warm for the weather. But adorable.

Rick picks her up with a groan, “oh my goodness, almost too big for this, aren’t you?”

She nuzzles into Ricks chest, little arms wrapping around his neck.

“I think someone needs a little snooze before all the festivities tonight, hm? You feelin’ a little tired, Judy?” He asks her. You don’t hear anything but you see the white fluffy ears on her hood move up and down as she nods into her fathers shirt.

“This little rascal should have one too.” You nod towards your own sleepy girl, “I can go put em’ both down for a nap.”

“Nah, I’ll do it.” Daryl insists.

“Are you sure-“

“I’ve got it.” He scoops Judith up in one arm, balanced on his hip and very happy to be carried to bed. A snuggly little 6 month old on his other. He starts off upstairs and leaves you and Rick in the living room. Surrounded by a foam sword fight battle that appears to have ensued between a couple ninja turtles and a fairy Princess.

The whole reason for Rick and Daryl’s last run was to find these costumes. Among other Halloween decorations and as much candy as they could salvage. Anything to make it a special day. To show the kids what things used to be like. To remind the ones who did know, exactly how fun the holidays were. You weren’t even sure it was Halloween. Sure, the leaves were beautiful tones of orange and yellow, falling to the ground and crunching beneath your shoes. But you arent sure what day it was. Honestly, you arent entirely sure what month it is. However, according to Eugene’s calendar, It is in fact the 31st of October.

Ricks head tips low to your ear and he whispers an invitation to go shower. He needs to clean up. And he really wouldn’t mind some company.

“Carol,” he turns for a moment and nods to her in the kitchen, prepping some food for tonight. “Can you…” he motions to the living room full of children running around. Carol nods and you can hear her telling them to beat it and go play outside while you’re led up the stairs by the hand.

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The party is supposed to start at 7. Carol offered to take your daughter for the night, to give you some time off. To have fun. To go to sleep early if that’s what you wanted.

It’s a bit cold out. So you’re in a cream knit sweater and some jeans. A pair of cheap bunny ears are on your head. Your daughter is dressed in the smallest costume you could find in the box, a plush orange carrot. And she’s the cutest carrot you’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.

There’s wine. Lots. And food. And candy. Eugene is setting up a spooky film to be played on a projecter in the middle of Alexandria. A few bonfires surround the yard, scattered with jack-o-lanterns. Carved and lit up with tea lights and glowing eyes.

It’s beautiful. Slightly spooky. And so familiar. It’s everything you remember about Halloween.

An arm snaking around your waist startles you as you sip on your wine. But the smell of smoke and leather soothes you quickly.

“Hey,” Daryl says. You turn to face him, only slightly confused as his voice is being muffled by something.

He’s wearing a mask. A scream mask more specifically. The rest of his attire is typical. His leather jacket on, though no vest tonight. Dark jeans and boots.

“Mmm, spooky.” You lean in and press a quick peck to the white plastic. You can’t see him smile under the mask, but you know it’s there.

Another arm wraps around your waist from the other side. It’s Rick. You know by the thick brown jacket brushing against you. He’s also in costume, wearing a Friday the 13th hockey mask.

“Well hello, Jason,” you tease.

“You scared yet?”

“Should I be?” You ask. Though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

Rick opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by some commotion from the yard.

Eugene has a microphone, standing on a picnic table and telling the crowd to sit down and get comfy. That the movie will be starting in two minutes.

“Well, are you two ready for some Hocus Pocus?” You ask.

They look at eachother through the masks. What the hell are they plotting?

“What…?” You finally ask.

“We were thinking… maybe we could do something a little different.”

“What, you wanna watch something else?”

“Not quite,” Daryl chimes in, “we were thinking that while everyone is watching the movie, the three of us can make our way through the corn maze.”

The maze is outside the walls of Alexandria. A bit dangerous, but it was part of the fun. The kids had all had their turns in it earlier in the day, heavily supervised by adults and parents. Ones with weapons and training for situations outside the safety of the walls.

“You want us to all get lost in the maze?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“We want you to get lost in the maze,” Daryl corrects you.

Rick dips down to your ear and lowers his voice, “and we’ll try and find you. Play a little game.”

“Grown up hide and seek?” You ask. Heat raising to your cheeks at the thought of what they want to do once they find you.

“Exactly.”

You swallow, looking back to the yard where the kids are all lid out in sleeping bags and on blankets. Focused on the film playing in the dark.

“Ok.”

“We’ll give you a two minute head start,” Rick hands you a switch blade. Just incase. Nodding towards the back fence, where you know you can sneak out without being caught. Your heart is already starting to race a little at the thought of having to hide. At the thought of them searching for you. Hunting you down. And Daryl’s little comment when you start off towards the fence doesn’t help either,

“Good luck, little bunny.”

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It’s pitch black when you reach the maze. Actually, as soon as you made it over the wall and into the woods, it was dark. But inside the maze, the stalks of corn all towering over 10 feet tall and fluttering creepily in the breeze. The only light you can see is a faint glow from the moon. And even then, it’s only when you’re out of the shadows.

You walk into the maze. Immediately met by multiple twists and turns. You weren’t one of the supervisors earlier, so you really didn’t know the route. The straw and leaves crunch under your feet as you walk further into the maze. A quick, brisk walk trying to find the best place to hide. Or, if you’re lucky, to find the end of the maze before the boys even get in.

But you know that’s unrealistic. And you’re sure your two minutes must be up because you can hear them. Footsteps and muffled voices behind a couple walls of corn. Shit.

You start to walk faster. A borderline jog at this point, trying to keep your footing light.

It didn’t occur to you until now how easy it’ll be for them to find you. Daryl’s a hunter for Christ sake. He’ll be able to track your path through the maze in no time.

They’re closer.

Fuck.

You have to run. You can hear their voices. They’re so close.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” Ricks voice rings out towards you. He’s on the other side of the wall. Through the thick corn stalks and the pitch black of the night, you can’t make out exactly where he is. But he’s close.

You run.

And they follow right after.

The sound of their footsteps is clearer and clearer the further away from Alexandria you get. And the further into the maze.

You shriek at the feeling of a hand on your sweater, jolting forward and starting to sprint. It was Daryl. He’s behind you.

And though him and Rick are both stronger, you have one advantage. You’re faster.

Over your shoulder as you sprint you can see them. White masks still on, glowing in the moonlight.

“Fuck”, you swear to yourself when you

come to a dead end. You only have two options. Turn around, or be caught. They couldn’t be more than a few seconds away.

Without really thinking, you shove your way through the stalks. Catching on every leaf and stick, but ultimately coming out the other side without a scrape.

You can’t celebrate your quick thinking victory too long because you still hear them.

“Split up,” Daryl whisper shouts at his friend, and with their footsteps scattered, it’s even harder to tell where they are.

Fuck.

You keep going. You take a left. And then a right and another dead end. Shit. Is this … is this the same one?

You turn back and take the left instead. But it’s another dead end.

What the fuck?

You’re lost. You don’t even know what direction you came from anymore. Circling the same two dead ends before you finally take a right that leads you a couple meters further than the other options.

You hear a stick crack on the ground behind you, but there’s no time to see who it is.

You turn the corner fast with your heartbeat so loud it drums in your ears.

“Shit,” you stumble right into a brown jacket in front of you. Arms wrapping around you and picking you up. You scream.

Someone warm presses against your back as your feet touch the floor again.

You’re trapped.

“Gotcha,” Daryl’s gravelly voice is already in your ear.

You’re breathing heavy in their hold, sandwiched between the two men.

Their hands grab at your sweater and start to roam.

“Take this off,” a voice demands as you struggle against their arms,

You try for a moment to reach the mask covering Ricks face. But Daryl, or maybe Rick’s, hands are clamped on your wrist.

It’s claustrophobic, but you don’t entirely mind. As long as it’s their arms your trapped between, you’ll never complain.

They don’t kiss you. They can’t. But everything about their demeanour is screaming that they want you. That they want to be in you.

Hands gripping and tugging at your jeans. Your hands snake around Ricks neck in front of you as they peel your jeans down your legs. The air is cold and gives you goosebumps, but your legs wrap around his waist immediately. Daryl’s bulge pokes at your ass while his hand trails under your sweater to pinch your nipple. Ricks pants are tight as his own bulge rubs against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jeans long lost to the straw and dirt ground underneath you.

It doesn’t take long for them to get you how they need you.

Granted, the three of you did have a lot of practice. Your panties swiftly ripped off by the man behind you who wanted more access. The cold metal of both their belts hit your skin.

And with little preparation other than some spit and arousal, you’re stretched to the max with both men. Both holes filled with very little regard for your comfort.

They know you’d say something if it really hurt.

But it hurts so good. The pain of being so fucking full. Stretched to a limit you’d experienced over a dozen times, but no matter what, it just never gets any easier.

“Wanna kiss you,” your voice comes out in wet gasps, lips brushing the plastic of Ricks mask. One hand trying for Daryl’s hood, reaching awkwardly around. You need their touch. Their lips on your lips. Tongues tracing each-other and fighting for dominance.

They’d win.

They always do.

The three of you find a rhythm quickly. Hands on your thighs, holding you up and using you as leverage to pound as fast and hard as they could. Your moans and their grunts fill the air as pleasure starts to swirl low on your abdomen.

“Please,” your head tips back in ecstasy. “Please, please,”

“Please what, sweet girl?” The cold plastic of Daryl’s mask brushes your ear.

“Please- want- uh,” you’re interrupted by sharper thrusts from the two men, catching you off guard. Their both picking up their pace.

“Speak up, darling.” Rick demands, nails digging into your hips.

“Fill me up,” you gasp again. “Want it so bad, Rick, please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the swirl in your stomach. The one that keeps getting warmer and warmer and warmer until-

“I’m cumming,” you tell them as a courtesy, but you don’t have to. The way you’re involuntarily clenching down around them gives you away far better than a couple raspy words.

“You really wanna get filled up, baby? Bred like the little bunny you are, huh?” Ricks words send you over the edge and a hand toys at the fluffy rabbit ears that are shockingly still secured on top of your head.

You’re out of words. Too stimulated to talk. So you just nod in agreement. Yes. Please. Please.

Their hips stutter to a stop and warm liquid seeps out to drool down your inner thigh.

Breathing heavy, you’re lowered back to the ground, colder now. without the friction of their bodies.

“Here,” Daryl grabs your jeans from the ground and dresses you again. His soft side peaking out now that he’s had his release. Your shoes are back on and your legs a little shaky, and finally, the boys finally take their masks off. The whites of their eyes are bright in the moonlight.

“You alright?” They both ask you as the three of you somehow manage to find your way back out of the maze.

“A little cold…” you smirk.

“But we didn’t-we didn’t scare you too bad right?”

“No.” You smile, “Don’t know if I could ever get that scared by you too love bugs.” You tease, arms wrapping around their waists and pulling them in close to you.

“Pfft,” Daryl brushes off the comment and Rick only smiles.

“Well if we didn’t scare you, then maybe next time we oughta try a little harder.”

“Next time?” You ask. The thought already going straight between your thighs.

The boys share a look over your shoulders that can only mean one thing.

“Hey, baby,” Rick catches your attention, hand guiding you towards the community gates by the small of your back as he searches in his jacket pocket for his keys. “You ever been to a house of mirrors?”

#rick x reader #rick x you #rick x y/n #Rick grimes x reader #Rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #Daryl x you #Daryl x reader #rickyl x you #rickyl x reader #rickyl x reader smut #rick x daryl x reader #rick x reader x daryl #taking turns part 2

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freakdoodles · 11 months

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@eyenaku THE DUDES MADE IT AND IM JUST ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THEM

I have non stopped talked about these silly goofballs and how good they turned out to every person I know

They are so well made and have so many cute details I JUST LOVE SO MUCH

To anyone who sees this please go check out Nakus blog, she is a very amazing and sweet person who makes just absolutely beautiful drawing and sculptures!!! Make sure to support her as much as possible, you won't regret it!!

STILL ABSOLUTELY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THAT SHE MADE THESE FOR THE DCA HALLOWEEN GIFT EXCHANGE

THE CRAFTSMANSHIP ON THESE GOOFS IS JUST CHEFS KISS

Once again

☆♡THANK YOU NAKU FOR THIS AMAZING GIFT, I SHALL CHERISH THESE GOOBERS♡☆

#small horrors #small horrors au #dca au #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf security breach #au #support artists #cant stop staring at these sillies #sh!sun #sh!moon

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thedaughterofadam · 15 days

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@sams-darlin @kxemii as promised

Warning!: Gaslighting, mentions of drugging, Just Quin being himself. This may suck but please try to enjoy

A/N: I am a Darlin' kinnie, no I will not elaborate by saying I put my heart and soul into them.

Halloweek: Darlin' Edition

Darlin x Quin

When Darlin' was younger they loved Halloween. Scaring Milo and Asher with their costumes running a mock with Sweetheart as they emptied out pillowcases of candy. The year they met Quin, they went to a College Halloween party. Some gross drinks made with candy, the hookups in the hallways too strong cologne and perfume mixing together making Darlin' s nose itch. They had dressed up as a car technician repurposing a Michael costume they used to scare Milo, Quin dressed up as a werewolf opposite of what he was.

Darlin was drawn in by the humour, the way he tucked hair behind their ear to look into their eyes was a plus. Instant butterflies trying to keep up a gaurd that had faltered throughout the night. One of the girls they came with gave them a drink and the night got blurry.

Feeling safe as Quin had his arm around their shoulders to keep them steady. Maybe it should have been a red flag that Quin knew where they lived, or the fact he had snuck the key to their apartment off of their person. But what should have gotten his throat torn out was the bite to theirs.

Quin had a way before they had even started dating to make them feel stupid and small. Making them want one more with simple touches, the way his lips curved to smile was addicting. After that night Halloween just wasn't the same.

Their first Halloween together started off normally, the usual good morning text, in between class planning to hangout. Darlin' had reminded Quin from the middle of September throughout each of their plans that the 31st after classes they had to help make a parade float for the schools Halloween parade. Since their phone was dying they sent him a quick text saying They wouldn't answer for a bit.

Covered in paint, small foam bits in their hair, and their hands sore from having to do writing using their paint brushes all they wanted to do when they got home was sleep. Practically forcing themselves up the last step they noticed the door was open to their apartment and Quin had made himself at home.

His piercing gaze fixed on them as they entered their now trashed apartment was something they never wanted. "So what's his name thrall?"

Darlin' dropped their bag, trying to keep it cool, "I told you I wouldn't be able to answer I-", they were cut off to a vas being thrown past them, Quin getting up from his seat. "You couldn't take a break? Couldn't text me back it takes five seconds!"

Darlin' hated when he yelled, or threw things, it reminded them of their parents. Constantly fighting, pointing fingers but never talking. "Don't yell at me, I told you where I was going to be, what I was doing and that I wouldn't text you till later."

Quin looked down at them in contempt and amusement. "You're right."

Darlin' hated those words coming out of his mouth. Venom would always follow after and it felt like they were right back to being a kid and never being good enough.

"I mean look at you, who else would want you?", Quin grabbed their face, forcing them to look him in the eye as her berated their very being.

"You look like a mess half the time, and the other half like a whore.", he laughed letting go. It did a number on Darlin' the state of their home, the frustration from the float and now Quin's words. They had never wanted to hit or bite or scratch anyone that they loved. But one moment of seeing red can cost us our lives and in Darlin' s case it did.

Darlin's claws grew out of their nails, as they slashed Quin across the eye. His scream could be heard from the neighbors next door. One hospital trip and police visit no charges were brought up thanks to Quin. It was his word over theirs and they would be living with that scar and Quin's never ending guilt trip for years to come. His words from that Halloween forever echoing in their brain.

"Looks like I'm your knight in shining armour, but would that make you my damsel or the monster?"

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted darlin #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted angst

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angelbaby-fics · 11 months

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hi hi love! could you please write something with peter p x little!fem reader where she regresses to around 3 years old and they're making like halloween decorations? love your writing <33

this is such a good idea!! i almost wrote this with little!peter at first before i realized you were probably asking for cg!peter but... let me know if you wanna read that one as well hehe! 🎃 204 words

peter's tongue poked out of his mouth as he concentrated on his work. sure, he could formulate a powerful web and shoot it with perfect aim across all of new york city, but cutting one out of construction paper? that didn't exactly come built into his spider suit. however, he tried his best, willing to do anything to give you the best halloween he could. sure he could buy decorations for you, but that was nowhere near as much fun as getting to make them with you.

hocus pocus was playing on the tv at a comfortable volume, and a pumpkin spice candle burned safely out of your reach, filling the room with halloween spirit. you weren't allowed to use the big scissors like peter was, so you focussed on your own craft, one that would compliment his perfectly. you painted a styrofoam ball black, accenting it with a pair of big eyes and a happy smile. using some pipe cleaners, you gave your creature eight legs, bending them half way so it could stand, and then you replicated it with a smaller foam ball, setting the two makeshift spiders in front of you on the table, so peter could see.

"daddy, its us!"

trick or treat!

#peter x little!reader #peter parker x little!reader #cg!peter #cg!peter parker #little!reader #marvel agere #chloe's halloween party!

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auspicioustidings · 2 months

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good girl tearing through graves and kortac to get good boy (and herself) hour of the pound my beloved…..

God you write them so well, everything is so good i’m like frothing at the mouth whenever you update‼️

i cant stop thinking about good girl finally making it back to 141 and the Vaqueros with good boy and both groups of men trying so hard to show that they’re happy she’s back too but none of it working because she’s been through too much

none of them can touch her. it hurts too bad. she nearly bit Rudy and Soap’s hands off while they tried to pet her hair while she was eating. she even tears apart a book that Ghost gets her because it has to be a trick.

they’re just trying to get her comfortable and pliant again so they can ship her off wherever in the world next, or find some reason for her to slip up so they can punish her, or get her into their bed and she won’t have it

(deep down, past a certain point of Stockholm syndrome, she just started to want them to like her. she just wanted the softness and the sweetness good boy got. she wanted to be their girl and their pet.

why was she never good enough?)

Oh that last line hits so hard <3

Ok so starting with the escape, there are a couple of big fuck ups that allow you to tear your way out of there.

Nikto was never allowed to fuck you because they view him as a feral animal who would have gotten too possessive and dangerous had he been given the opportunity, they did not consider he's been simmering with resentment over it and waiting for his opportunity to tear apart the handlers who cattle prodded him whenever he would try get under your clothes during training (he already is possessive and weird about you and the idea of you running wild out in the world gets his blood racing)

Mace was Ghost's pet before he was ever the pound's and his loyalty will always lie with his original master first - Ghost was a good master and Mace wants that for you

Roze would usually not get involved, but she's found that recently seeing you crying is making her furiously uncomfortable so she wants you out of here

Kate has been biding her time on taking the pound down after she 'adopted' her (future at the time) wife from them, she's never forgiven them for the state they put that woman in - them pissing off the 141 & Los Vaqueros presents her with the perfect time to activate sleeper agent Alex (who you haven't seen, but he has seen you) because she knows that this time they won't stop her

Alex has been trying to help you this whole time and getting increasingly upset about not being able to do more (Halloween week should have been so much worse for you, but so many of Konig's people conveniently had emergencies that week and had to skip their hour)

There are people in that building clearing a path for you in the shadows. You don't come across Horangi because he's currently hiding from Nikto, knowing if he is caught then he's absolutely fucked. Most of the 'nurses' are foaming at the mouth after being poisoned by Roze while Mace and Graves are in a fight to the death inside the clinic. The first time you have ever seen Alex is when he runs into you and good boy in the hall, hands you a knife with a nod and then takes off to deal with the people on your tail.

Good boy talks to you. Like fully, truly talks to you. You don't remember after because it's all a complete blur, but he was a human man fighting tooth and nail to protect the woman he loved during that escape.

Nobody has been able to stop Konig. He blocks the exit and he's so huge and you are so terrified of him from all that he's done to you. He's confident in your submission, backhands your boyfriend when he tries to get between you and tugs the o-ring on your collar to bring you towards him. "Trying to fly away from me spatzi? Come, let us clip your wings."

He truly thinks you will acquiesce, he is smiling indulgently with that ever horrible glint in his eyes that means he is excited about punishing you. You use the knife the man in the hallway gave you and bury it in his belly. You pull it across and rip it back out. You do not stop to give him any last words, you do not yell at him or tell him how you feel about him nor do you let him do the same to you. Because he's not worth your fucking time. You just grab your boyfriend and keep fucking going.

You meet Ale and Ghost near the entrance. They have started fighting their way in while you were fighting your way out and oh boy are they surprised to see you snarling and covered in blood barrelling towards the exit. Your body gives out on you as you fight hard against Ghost, only managing to bury the knife in his shoulder before he has your failing limbs restrained. The last thing you see is your boyfriend's face near yours. He's crying you think.

When you wake up in a new place (it's a lakehouse, beautiful but it does not escape your notice that it's in the middle of the wilderness), you're too unwilling to let anyone near you to notice things. People were on your side. Most of the men in this house are injured (Gaz nearly died, Price is in a sling for months) because in the background they were willing to die fighting to get you out of there. It's how good boy got caught, they were all throwing themselves into danger to get to you. You had people inside the pound who were on your side and you never would have gotten out without them.

But you don't know any of that. So yes, you are stuck thinking that you were never good enough to be their good girl. You had to get yourself out of there after all. They only came because good boy was there, because it couldn't possibly have been for you. You tried so hard to get them to like you and it failed. They had a tracker in you (the pound cut that out the first day), so they must have let the pound pick you up. They don't want you, they're just stuck with you because of good boy.

You are not loveable. You don't have the ability to be good. So you don't try because you can't face being rejected again. Better you be bad and don't let anyone close. Better you actively try at something you know you will succeed at, making everyone want to stay away from you.

#mhairianswers #mhairi's good boy bad girl #tropey tropey angst to the tune of 'oh look at that everyone loves you and you continue to not believe it because of trauma' is my favourit

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purerae · 2 months

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That ask of them all match im foaming at the mouth. pls make them a poly relationship 😩

LMFAOOOO I don’t think reina and kieran would be able to handle a poly relationship ☹️ would get too jealous of anyone who’s not Y/N !! the halloween oneshot of them all is probably my fav tho bcs i love how they interacted (and it just shows they all despise eachother LOL)

#purerae #yandere blog #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc #yandere playboy #yandere jock #yandere demon #yandere delinquent #female yandere

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Hi hello! Hope you're having a great day! I am here to tell you this thought because of the great food you have provided to the Malleus simps so I THINK YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. Ya remember the Halloween event from forever ago? Where everyone got possessed and at the end you had to fight Malleus who was pretending to be possessed?

I constantly imagine what if MC had ALSO acted possessed like WE WERE HIDING FOR THE MOST OF IT AND FOR WHAT?? And specifically what if MC acted possessed by the WIFE of the ghost boss Malleus was supposedly possessed by. LIKE I THINK THAT WOULD BE SO FUN THE POWER TRIP MC COULD GO ON WITH PLUS MALLEUS BEING A SIMP. Plus everyone's reactions to such a pairing, I can hear Sebek foaming at the mouth from here

''Possessed'' Malleus: And this is my ghostly love--my partner in all things! Who I hold precious even from beyond the grave! Not even death can separate the Prefect and I from--

Lilia: *cough cough* don't forget--you're supposed to be acting

''Possessed'' Prefect: *whispers* Is he not?

Lilia: :) :) :) :)

#Asks

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 4 months

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Hellooo I found your blog recently and it honestly feels like the day after halloween — getting a basket full of delectable treats you wanna DEVOUR and SAVOUR in equal measure! Whilst I’m making my way through your masterlist, I just wanna tell you how much I adore your writing <3 Have a good break and take care! I’ll be screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth when you’re back 💙

hiiiiii!!

ahhhh thank you so much!!! i love the halloween comparison omg, though now i really want to gorge on a giant bowl of sweets 😬 pms tingz :(

i dont come on here much anymore, but when i do and see messages like this in my inbox, it makes my entire day. this means so much to me, you dont even understand. i love you and i hope you have a blessed day!! mwah <3 <3

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tinyfantasminha · 1 year

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Glorious Masquerade has got to be my favorite TWST event!!!! Love to see people hype it up!!! It just felt so extravagant and huge… literally EVERY character was serving. Idia in particular 👀 also I think part of why it was so good had to do with the timing, the fact it came right before chapter 7 and the contests of the event were actually REALLY pertinent in the main story…

I kinda doubt this year’s halloween event will be AS impressive but I hope it comes close to it. It has the potential!! But GM is so iconic. I’m really looking forward to the Pinocchio theme. Just think of Grim’s new little outfit 🥺

No cause I'm sure they timed the first release of book 7 right after masquerade so the event could foreshadow the main story, like how Rollo says Malleus is a villain that will bring calamity (I don't remember the exact words but it was something like that lol)

THIS EVENT WAS MOSTLY TAILORED TO MALLEUS AND IDIA AND IT SHOWS, I remember that before Rollo's motive was revealed, I was theorizing if Rollo was also inspired on musical-Frollo and not just the dsny Frollo, where he has a deceased younger brother. And I was like ''if that's the case, it makes even more sense why Idia would be the SSR; he's the only one who can trully relate and understand Rollo's pain'' AND I WAS RIGHT 👏👏👏 LET ME COOK

For that reason is why I think GloMas wouldn't work if it had a sequel like the first halloween event of it were a if/remix version like fairy gala but with the other rest of the cast; Malleus is simply too crucial for this event, Rollo's motive wouldn't make sense without him. I admit I'm a bit sad that we won't see the other boys in the masquerade outfits and them interacting with Rollo (I wanted to see Ace clown on Rollo </3) but honestly this is for the best... They're getting an entire new event with new characters just for themselves!! I'd say this is a better outcome than just repeating GloMas all over again with the other half of the cast, it just wouldn't be impactful.

I'm not emotionally attached to Pinnocchio as I am with THoND but I'm excited because this movie is DARK AS HELL, and it's PERFECT for a halloween event. Also I've been waiting years for new beastmen characters and we are getting a fOX BOY RIGHT OFF THE BAT....GRRRRRrrRR *foams at the mouth*

I can't wait for the trailer of the new event, if they really are wearing carnival inspired outfits I'm gonna be BALLISTIC!!! And let's hope every new halloween event from now on will be based in a dsny movie with new guest characters every time 😳 I'm hoping for a Peter Pan event next cause WE GOTTA SEE TWST CAPTAIN HOOK?!?!?

And yes, Grimmy's little outfit 🙏maybe his outfit will be similar to pinocchio's in those little italian clothes ORRR maybe jiminy cricket's black tailcoat 🥺🥺

#answered ask #twst event #glorious masquerade #rollo flamme

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megsssshie · 2 years

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Ms. Perfect

FEATURING: fratboy!gojo satoru

CONTENT: nsfw,me,fingering,unprotected sex,name calling, rough sex, kinda non!con at first, mean mean gojo, my personal opinion on frat boys

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N: this was kinda at little too personal when it came to frat boys! 3 days left thooo and i never thought id degrade myself like this what i do for myself-

I was invited by my dumb college friends to some stupid frat party for Halloween. I hate parties, I hate people. I would much rather be in my apartment reading, or watching some cheesy horror movie where all the characters die in absurd ways.

But here I was, standing in front of my full body mirror dressed in a way too revealing dark angel costume I managed to string together at the very last minute.

Apparently, the party was some grand event where stupid teenage girls went as an excuse to “let off steam” or ‘live a little’, which roughly translated to ‘i want an excuse to be a slut ,get drunk, and hook up with a random horny frat boy and catch god knows what from him!’ all enthusiastically. That could never be me. Out of all the people in the world, the ones I hate the most were frat boys. the list could go on and on about the reasons I hate them so much. but the most important was the biggest reason of them all.

they’re all idiots.

if hating frat boys was first on the shit list, idiots were the second.

I facetimed my best friend Emma, to check in on me when she would pick me up. she was the one who managed to convince me that going to this lame party would get me out of my shell, if there was a shell to be broken that is. to me, I didn’t have a ‘shell’, I was just introverted.

she picked up. “hey shorty— oooo you look so sexy, i bet all them sexy bitches are gonna foam at the mouth looking at you!” she geeked. I fought a smile. she’s always managed toget me in a better mood. “ugh, you bitch. you’re the one who wanted me to go to this dumb ass party. you know i hate the weirdos that host them.” I replied half joking.

she knew that I was slightly serious about what I was telling her, but she also knew deep down in her heart that I would have a good time. “oh come on Ash, you have to live sometime in your life. what would you even been doing right now? reading some stupid ass book while you could be getting laid?” I scoffed at her comment. “hey! books ARE better than boys. you know i hate the guys in the frat, i'm not going to have a good time.” I rolled my eyes. “when are you getting here”

“im basically outside your house, come outside dummy”

“ i’ll be out in a minute”

I hung up. ran to get my charger, headphones and everything else a girl needs to go for a night out.

I arrived at the party with my best friend Emma and she practically had a flock of 27 billion men approach her within the first 3 hours. she dragged me to the dance floor for a couple of songs we both enjoyed every once in a while. Though I would never admit it but I was enjoying myself. “aren’t you glad you came tiny?” she asked excitedly. I put my phone down and crossed my arms. “eh not really it’s kinda meh for me, but the guys sure seem to love you” I smiled. I was definitely happy for her, it just kind of stung to not have anyone look at me the same way they did her. I wasnt’t ugly that’s for sure, but my bestfriend happened to be the definition sexy asf . So that unfortunately made me look less attractive by comparison to other people. but I just had to suck it up, right?

“you’re not the only one shorty, someone’s been eyeing you up all night.” she smirked. “WHAT?!” I yelped, probably a little too loud for anyone’s liking. I felt the stares of at least a dozen people on you, but its not like the reaction was disingenuous. I never had been attractive to guys. so the surprise of the comment was indeed genuine. I would have never thought in a million years that a man would look at me next to your best friend.

in a hushed tone loud enough for only her to hear I asked “who?” she giggled.

“the cutie in the ghost face mask”

I turned in the direction she was nodding in. I saw a very attractive man in the mask. she wasn’t lying when she said he was cute. but it was kind of an under-exaggeration. he was hot. like extremely hot. not like I could see his face with that damn mask on but just by his demeanor he was hot. but that doesn’t excuse the fact that he looked like a man whore in that black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“fuck me”.

I shook my head violently. me and a man? never. I also hate men. that was probably the second reason I hate frats. but I definitely couldn’t deny he was for sure attractive. the way the tightness of the black cloth around his chest was almost just as sinful as the budding warmth in between my legs.

I was probably staring for a second too long because I heard “cutie approaching right fucking now.”

“oh shit”. I mumbled trying to calm myself before he gets to me.

why the fuck am I so nervous? I should be even giving this man the time of day, and yet here I was nervously sweating at the thought of him. I don’t get to finish my thoughtshoughts before you hear a “hey”

oh.my.fucking.god

his voice. his fucking voice. oh my god. you could of turned to mush at the sound of it. I would just love to hear how he sound when he’s inside of-

“sorry, did my beauty stun you darling?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him. ‘ugh, great’ you thought. ‘another man ruined by opening his mouth’. third thing on the shit list was. cocky men.

“um, no. hi” I managed to get out, though it was barely audible. “i can’t even see how you look, how do i know your not lying to me about your ‘beauty’” I teased, a lot more confidently than before. I could see my best friend practically jaw dropped at the interaction from the corner of my eye.

what she and him didn’t know is that I am absolutely shitting my pants right about now.

he leaned in closer and gripped my chin. holy fuck was I trembling? ‘yeah, he’s hot’ . I was sort of scared and excited all at the same time. and I was sure he knew it too. he tipped my head around, almost like he was studying me. I couldn’t be more thrilled and disgusted at the same time. why was I letting this complete stranger touch me, let alone a frat boy. who even was I right now?

he essentially engulfed you with his shadow, standing so tall it was unfathomable. “you don’t have to see my face to know im gorgeous, angel. just know that i am and take it as fact”

“im gonna get a drink, you two have fun” your best friend chimed. I glared at her and then giving that ‘don’t leave me here, help me bitch’ look. “have fun~” she repeated walking away from the two of us. I was tempted to yell after her to not to leave me with this total stranger. ‘that fucking bitch left me with this asshole’, I internally grumbled. he seemed to notice my change in body language. “hey, don’t worry darling, i’ll take great care of you while that little friend of yours is gone.” he purred in my ear.

I replied sarcastically. “yeah because all of you frat boys are just incredible at taking care of girls.” he paused for a moment. “wow! honey, you think that low of me? i’m hurt” he stated dramatically, one hand on his chest, and the other snakes around my waist gripped tighty.

“well, my my angel, i’ll show you just how good i can treat you. maybe then it’ll shut that mouth of yours”

I grew nervous. what was he going to do to me? the thought of everything that simple sentence had me spiraling in arousal. I knew I shouldn’t have even been considering the possibility of what he would be doing. I knew damn well what he wants out of me. and frankly I didn’t care. I squeezed my thighs attempting to relieve the rapid thumping in between my legs.

“you don’t have to squirm darling, let me help you” he forces his knee up against the wall in between my legs . I whimper trying to keep all attention off of me at this very moment. the last thing I needed to do was be caught with someone like him. I attempted to push him off of me but he was too heavy for me. he left a trail of kisses from my jawline all the way to my collarbone. biting harder with each kiss. I wriggled around trying to push him off of me, scared to get caught.

“nuh uh, no resisting my love. you know just as well as i do that you want this” he purred. he was right I did want this. I wanted to be taken advantage of in front of all these people. the thought of it making the wet spot in my panties grow bigger and bigger. “shut the fuck up.” I muttered. he slightly backed away for a second.

“really now? is this what we’re doing now honey?” he sighed. “i bet your fucking hideous under that mask. maybe this is the only way you can even have a girl even slightly attracted to you-“ before I could even finish the sentence I jolted toward and felt his big hand gripped around my wrist. “hey! what the fuck are you doing asshole?! get the fuck off of me!” I yelped.

“i tried to be nice to you darling, but you just couldn’t be good for me huh”

I continued to hit and curse at him until I reached a bed room. he practically flung me to the full sized mattress on the other side of the room, before locking the door and marching towards me. that small mix of excitement and fear suddenly rushes back into me. I decide to be bitchy, not like that hasn’t worked for me before.

“what the actual fuck was that for you dickhead? that fucking hurt” I whined.

he suddenly gripped my jaw, your panties are sopping. “i tried to be nice with you doll, but you just had to ruin it with your bratty mouth. if you want to act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one”

something about that threat scared me, but at this point I absolutely destroyed any type of common sense I may have had before entering the party was surely abandoned. so before I know it a statement I'd learn to soon to regret slips out of your mouth.

“so do it then, mother fucker”

without any sort of hesitation he pushes me hard, deeper into the bed and forcefully chokes me. I can’t even breathe and yet I hear yourself moaning. something about being treated like an object was doing it for me.

“you like being treated like a filthy whore,baby? yeah?” I nodded frantically, almost begging for him to continue.

his knees were on either side of me, keeping you from resisting. its not like I was going to anyway.

he removed his hand from my throat, and made his down into that black little mini skirt that went with my costume. he felt around a little bit until he found your clit and slowly rubbing it in circles. “ah fuck” I whimpered. “yeah? you like that baby? tell me how much you love it” he spoke, in an extremely demanding tone. “i love it when you touch me,baby” I said trying my best to hold back the noises trying to escape my mouth.

“tell me everything you want me to do to you and i’ll do it to you if you’re good” he said picking up the pace with his fingers, earning a low gasp from me.

“i want you to slap me. i want you to spit on me and call me a whore, daddy. make me your bitch” I said pleadingly. at this point, I didn’t give a damn how pathetic I sounded. he was too good at making me feel good. I may or may not regret it in the morning, but that’s a problem for future me.

“that’s my good girl, don’t your worry your pretty little head. i’m gonna make you feel real good tonight babe” he removed his finger from my clit and I whined at the lack of stimulation. but it was replaced with a sense of fullness. he inserted two of his lengthy fingers inside of me. lubed up with my slick and juices. he used the pad of his thumb to continue circling my clit.

I gasped loudly this time not holding back any of the noises I made. My eyes rolled back from the pleasure of him. he curled his fingers inside my pussy, carefully and slowly as if he was looking for something.

“OH MY GOD” I threw your head back, gripping the sheets. my tits bounced in response to me back arching and me squriming. “yeah? looks like i found your g-spot, take it bitch, take my fucking fingers inside of you”

he finally took off the mask and put it on the top of his head. I hate to admit it but he was right. he was gorgeous. he had those aquamarine blue eyes. god, it would look even more gorgeous looking up at me.

I couldn’t really pay attention to his features for too long before he took both of my legs over his shoulders, his hands having a heavy, almost painful grip on both of my thighs and started eating me out like it was his first meal in decades. his tounge was like magic. he was lapping my cunt up so good he had me staring. I was a moaning mess. I kept loudly rambling about how good it felt, my quivering legs clasped together with his head it the middle of my thighs.

“you’re being so good for me baby, you taste so good” the praise only made my moans grow louder. he moved his hand onto one of my tits squeezing my nipple and simultaneously sucking on my clit, having me practically screaming.

“baby, fuck, i’m gonna cum. please can i cum”

“cum for me darling”

soon I was seeing white and sobbing thank you’s

but that didn't stop eating me.despite my cry’s of pleasure and overstimulation. I was babbling about god knows what before he finally stopped.

I feel relieved but the relief is broken quickly by his words.

“we’re not done yet darling, i have so many more things i need to do to you.”

he hikes my skirt up and pulls your thong down to my ankles. then pulls my shirt down just enough for both my breasts to be exposed, he removes his shirt and sweats to expose his long hard cock. it was definitely big, scary big. I didn’t even know how it was possible for it to fit inside of me but I was dumb and painfully horny so it’s not like that was important right now.

“open your mouth” he demanded. I was confused but I didn’t question it. I obliged and I feel his saliva reach my mouth. you swallowed and opened your mouth again to show for it.

“good fucking girl” and with that he rammed his dick inside my sensitive pussy. I screamed “YES” with my eyes rolling back and pulling his body closer to mine, my nails clawing on his back. he bit my neck while he bottomed out and rhythmically thrusted in and out of me , his hand making its way around my neck. I hear his quiet moans in your ear, that was almost enough to make me climax right then and there.

he pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards him, forcing an large arch in my back. the wet slapping sounds continued to get more and more frequent. “who’s pussy is this?” he growled. “yours!” I exclaimed “say my name bitch” he moaned. “it’s yours daddy” I screamed. “that’s a good little slut. taking daddy’s dick like this? you like that yeah?”

“yes!” I sobbed, coming close to my orgasm. “please pound my pussy like the whore i am, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE” I rambled. he moaned, slapping my ass. he flipped me back into missionary, I whined at the loss of contact.

“i want to see your face when you cum” he said, putting the mask back on. he slammed himself into me, and thrusting much quicker than before. he spit on my face and his fingers made it back to my clit.

“oh my god, im gonna cum”

he didn’t go any faster or any slower, he just kept ramming his hard cock inside my dripping pussy. “cum for me angel, cum for me.”

my legs were shaking as the overwhelming sense of pleasure washed over my entire body, my babbles and tight cunt added onto his high. he didn’t stop thrusting, making me overstimulated and screaming. my brain turning into mush.

“fuck i’m gonna cum too baby” he moaned.

like he said, he did indeed cum. his semen spilling inside of me, me spamming from the feeling of his warm cum inside of me. I knew after this, there’s no way in hell I wasn’t pregnant after this.

he pulled his cock out of me, his cum dripping out of my pussy. he seemed mesmerized by the sight. I took my finger and scooped up some of the cum and put them inside my mouth.

he rushed around the room looking for a towel and cleaned me up.

“i hope whoever’s room this is, isn’t going to be too upset about this” he chuckled.

“this isn’t even your room???”I half laughed.

“nope,but on another note, i think i might of gotten you pregnant which is kind of hot” he said nervously

I laughed and said something even more embarrassing

“and this is probably way too late to ask, but what’s your name again?”

"Gojo Satoru, Gojo."

"Well Satoru Gojo, I had fun." I say winking.

#[暗闇]dark heaven #[選ぶ]ashies picks #[誕生日}---Ashiessspeakss<3 #gojo satoru #gojo jjk #gojo smut

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cesiali · 7 months

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Help（EricC/Ace）

"Thank you, Ace, again."

A small smile appeared on Eric's face, still a little shy, a blush of excitement on his cheeks.

Every time he wore that expression, it caused Ace to resist the urge to tease him, I mean, who wouldn't want to? So the corners of the guitarist's mouth quirked up slightly, a hint of slyness swept across his amber eyes, "You're welcome, curly. Your lovely reaction is priceless ."

"No, no, Ace, don't do that to me..." Eric's chuckle had a touch of nervousness in it, and he blushed even more. He leaning back in the seat across from Ace as if he were trying to hide in his hopelessly hairy tufts. "Seriously, man. I'm glad you invited me to hang out with you. I, it makes me feel like I still have a part of my own life in, if you know..."

"I got you." Ace nodded, chin perched on the bar with interest, "So, how are they both doing these days, tell me a some spicy insider info, huh?"

Eric stirred his glass of mojito with a straw as he spoke softly, "I'm not sure I'm supposed to say that ......"

"Oh come on, just tell me if Gene and Paul ever fight like cats and dogs, I have to hear that... Actually, I'm dying here, Eric. Save the poor guy!" Ace laughs and dramatically pulls up the volume as he grabs the beer in front of him and takes a swig, the foam on the surface dissipating completely, the taste a little dry and flavorless.

The paper straw had been submerged in the liquid for too long, thus beginning to swell and soften, and Eric stared at it, unable to help but be reminded of KISS' current situation.

"Gene... He's been a little busy lately, and he's been showing up at the studio less and less often."

"Oh, I remerber-hear he's making movies in Hollywood." Ace raised his hand and ordered another glass of champagne. He was sickened by the smell of the beer he had just drank, even as instinct drove him to finish the whole thing.

Eric nodded.

"Damn, didn't the Phantom Park fiasco serve as a warning to him?" He let out a laugh that caught in his throat , fingers with various silver rings were drawing circles along the rim of the empty glass,"We're a bunch of limited clowns out on Halloween who don't know the first thing about acting, he should know that."

Eric nods slightly, "Paul's not doing well, I think he's under a lot of stress and the meetings are getting shorter and shorter with how often Gene shows up." He takes another sip of his drink, then swallows hard. "I wanted to do something about it, after all, I was in on it, wasn't I? I shouldn't just be sitting on a behind a drum set, I want to do something ......" He trailed off with a bit of a shudder, though Eric tried to sound less desperate.

After being washed down with alcohol the empty glass was forgotten to one side, empty inside. Nowhere to be found, nowhere to go.

Just like us.

"Just like us."

"What?" Eric looked up at Ace quizzically.

The waiter handed over a second drink at this time.

"Nothing."Ace shook his head and took a quick taste from his glass, "This is much better..." He mumbled as he almost looked at the goblet before he seamlessly picked up where he had left off in his earlier conversation with Eric. "Don't try that one, Eric. because you'll soon realize you can't get in on it - you're not invited in." Ace took another sip, the bubbles filling his mouth causing him to squint in enjoyment, but he continued to summarize, "That's how KISS works, he means Gene and Paul together, no one else."

Eric bit his lower lip, and deep down, he had to admit that Ace was right. He was caught in an awkward position; Bruce had only been at KISS for a couple of years, and in terms of time, he was far more senior than Bruce, but the truth was that they weren't as far apart as Bruce thought they were. At every heated argument they witnessed between Gene and Paul, the look for help eyes Bruce threw his way always left him painfully and soberly numb.

Still, Eric took a deep breath. Maybe it was the alcohol, he had to say something from his heart. Maybe with Ace, he could say it safely.

"You know what? I never try what I can't get, I don't overreach."

Eric didn't go back to the glass, just looked at it, "Fame, sales, money ...Are all bullshit. All I want is to keep playing, to keep playing on a stage with an adequate audience. Unlike what Paul and Gene were after, I didn't even bother to count the empty seats in the stands. Everything, everything is just about the music."

"You're going to tell me all you want just rock 'n roll ?" Ace's laugh was starting to become slightly annoying.

"Yeah. "

Eric said firmly, as if he were so sure of something for the first time in his life.

"You have a pure spirit , Eric, but KISS is not your problem."

"No, Ace, I want to help, okay? Anyone, I don't just say KISS, okay? Just ask me, like I did when I played with your band... Really, I wish I could help do something." Eric said with some urgency , his baby face peeking out of his curls.

The air went quiet.

Ace's heavy eyelids fluttered and his eyes slowly widened, "I see."

Eric frowned, not quite convinced that Ace had really understood what he'd just said. Especially when Ace's eyes are having trouble focusing. Eric pushed away from the mojito in front of him, contemplating whether Ace could have gotten too drunk.

"Bad flavor, huh ?" Ace's eyebrows rose as he noticed Eric's behavior.

"Not so good, but that's okay."

As soon as Eric's words left his mouth, he saw Ace push his glass of champagne over, "Try mine, it's much better." His tone shifted a little teasingly as he lowered his voice.

"That's okay, Ace. I can get myself another one-"

"Come on, try it."

The goblet was pushed closer, and Eric could smell the sweet aroma wafting from the golden liquid.

"Ace, listen-"

"Just a sip, okay? Do me a favor."

Eric's eyes fell to the wall of the glass above the faintest glint of lipstick, and following the trail he brought his eyes back to Ace's lip-he must have been wearing some sort of lipstick with mica in it.

"Tell me how it tasted ." Ace propped his elbows on the table, then propped his chin on his hands and looked at Eric. His eyes, unlike the drowsy ones of old, had something equally sparkling in them.

It was as if Eric had a lump in his throat.He picked up the glass, deliberately skirting around that lips-mark to taste the champagne, barely able to taste it.

"It tastes good." He said semi-mechanically, his mouth tasting of a strange cherry flavoring.

Of course, there were no cherries in the champagne.

Ace's brow stretched as a satisfied smile crept across his face, "Let me give-"

"I'll help myself." Eric preemptively gestured to the waiter for another glass, "Don't try it, Ace."

Ace got his glass of champagne back and finished it in one gulp as he set the glass back down on the table. His tongue stuck out and slid over his lower lip not letting go of any drop of fragrance, "Try what?" The voice wavered.

Eric began to regret his earlier compliance. He shook his head, his harmless personality of not wanting to offend others turning out to be the biggest deterrent at the moment.

The waiter handed him another glass of champagne, and Eric took a deep breath and poured half of it down his throat. The compound aroma of fruit and fur rushed through his mouth, and Eric felt someone scuff the side of his shoe with their foot. His head suddenly became heavy.

"ACE."

Eric issued a warning that could barely be considered stern. His body tensed. Feet retreated under the chair.

"What's the wrong, Curly? Did it taste bad again?" Ace said innocently, taking Eric's glass before he could respond, his body pressed against the edge of the table. " lemme helpya..." He chuckled softly, putting the glass to his lips and tilting his head back to take a sip, more like on purpose. There was a drop of liquid that slid over the corner of his lips, past his chin, down his neck, into the collar of his shirt, and disappeared.

Eric was completely lost for words, he shouldn't have let Ace do that, it wouldn't have done any good, for either of them.

"It's getting better now, I promise, I'm maked it good ..." Ace spoke briskly as she pushed back the glass of champagne, less than a third of which was left.

"No, Ace, I won't drink it." Eric pushed the glass away as if it had been scalded.

"Hey, it's okay." Ace's hand dropped to the tabletop moving a little closer in Eric's direction. "I've made it better, trust me."

"Take it all, Ace, just-" Eric eyes darting nervously back and forth between Ace's hand, which was not far from his own, and the cup. "Take it, it's all yours." He glanced hesitantly at the doorway.

"What if I want you to take it away?"

"NO."

The chair legs made a harsh sound on the floor. Eric braced himself on the tabletop and stood up. He should have been aware of this: the trademark Ace laugh was gone, the stupid jokes nowhere to be found ...... All the signs of this had been there for a long time. Eric couldn't deal with this.

"I'm so sorry, Eric..." said Ace as he stumbled to his feet after him, taking Eric's arm in one hand and holding onto the table with the other to try and keep from swaying so much, "I promise everything's going to be okay. We'll have fun ......"

"Ace-"

Eric's heart rushed restlessly in his chest, the sound quickly running out of his mouth.

"I like you a lot, Eric...don't go, okay? I want it, and you want it...y-you said you'd help, didn't you? We can get out of here...I......"

Eric still hasn't left Ace's side, and the guitarist looks like he's going to break down any second. He can't leave yet, and Eric reaches out to put his arm around the other man's waist, but it's stiff as a log. Ace's face was close to his own now, close enough that Eric could clearly see the old scar around the other man's mouth. His hands on the Ace's waist couldn't help but tighten, and Ace lazily stuck out his tongue and dragged it across his lips as his body began to lean in closer and closer.

Just like that time they were in Rome, when Ace's palms that held his face were slightly sweaty. The warmth of his body pressed against his own. The smell of champagne, the sounds of the crowd, all of it aroused his senses.

"lemme helpya..." That's what he said that time. Ace took his breath away before Eric could figure out the true intent in those words.

But this time it's so damn different. He saw clearly, and even felt that he was seeing too much. After all, the click of their belt buckles clashing sounded, and Eric clearly felt the guitarist's eyes gazing at him, but it was as if they'd passed through his own body to look at someone else, and he was completely lost in his own world, his expression hazy and distant.

"I can't, Ace. I can't help you with this."

Eric looked away, and it was as if the taste of cherries and champagne had reappeared in his mouth, but it was no longer sweet, it was bitter in vain.

"I said I'd help, and I meant musically, okay? I, you...I mean, if you need a drummer to save the day next time, I can keep coming over, I'd be happy to. Only up to here, just musically..."

Ace's grip on his arms relaxed, soon loosening completely to hang at the sides of his body, and he stumbled so much that for a moment Eric wasn't sure if he was about to fall over or trying to walk away.

"I see." said Ace vaguely, squeezing out a smile briefly, never bothering to add any more charm or meaning. It was the first time Eric had ever felt Ace as sad as a human; the Jendell joke didn't work here, and he actually wasn't even sure if Ace was still telling that joke now.

"At least I can make a phone call for you, if you need it, I can give-" Eric took stock of the change in his pockets.

Ace broke away from his embrace to throw herself back into the seat.

"No, Eric, You can leave if you want..."

"Ace..."

"You're a great guy, Eric. Please go."

The powerlessness he'd suppressed for so long eventually channeled into anger. He clenched his fists and turned around, a mass of fur ball quickly rushing out the doorway.

Eric had an idea, at least that's what he could do.

He fumbled in his wallet for a few coins and dropped them into the telephone, a crumpled sticky note wallet its way out of the compartment and unfolded to flatten against the glass. Eric could make out a string of numbers scrawled on it in black neutral pen through the daylight. With that, he swallowed hard and dialed the number on the panel, his heart beating fast.

"Who is it?" The rustle of a man speaking appeared on the other end of the line.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. It was all he could do.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Firstly, congrats on 1800 fucking followers! So happy that everyone loves you as much as I do! Second, for your sleepover, can I request poly!Valkryie x poly!Maya Lopez x poly!fem!reader that run a coffeeshop and are testing new drinks one afternoon for the fall rush? I'm in a fluffy cozy mood lol

Pairing: Brunnhilde x g/n reader x Maya Lopez

Word Count: 500 words

Outline: Fixing new drinks in the coffee shop alongside your two girlfriends and business partners.

Author’s Note: That's such a cute idea! And you're ever the sweetest! We are going with a total no-powers au for this! hope you will enjoy it!

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It's the first cold night after a hot summer and you are sitting on the counter in the back of the small corner coffee shop that you share with your girlfriends. Brunnhilde is pouring some syrup into a full coffee cup followed by Maya pouring some foam over it.

"Hmmm, smells amazing." Your comment and take the cup in your hands bringing it to your nose. Maya signs to you that's too hot, don't be stupid but you can only chuckle at her and scrunch your nose. You blow some air over it and then you bring the mug close to your lips taking a small sip. Brunnhilde is shaking her head because she knows what's coming next yet. You immediately push the mug away, place it on the counter and run for the sink.

Maya signs to her 'what did you put in there' Brunnhilde just shrugs. "Just the perfect ingredient for the fall. Pepper."

Maya laughs as you are drinking water trying to stop your mouth from burning hoping to cleanse it. She rolls her eyes and signs to you 'told you to be careful.' you can only roll your eyes back to her as you are hanging on for your life. The next moment Brunnhilde is placing another mug on the counter, this time an orange one with a big white skeleton head on the front. She first pours in some caramel syrup and then pours inside some hot cappuccino.

"No, pepper!" You shout.

"Don't be greedy. This one is for Maya." Maya winks at you and then places some hazelnut syrup inside, making it extra sweet. Maya liked her sugary drinks, especially on a cold evening so she knew something like that would be a hit for the store. Brunnhilde then adds a couple of Halloween orange and black truffles on top of it and sets it aside. She signs to you 'I will wait a few minutes first' and you just stick out your tongue in response.

It's time for you to make a drink as well and you aim for an iced coffee. "For the sexy girls in the fall." You tell them and pour a cup into the Nespresso machine for some coffee to be made and then place a glass under it. You prepare another glass with ice, pumpkin syrup, and a little mix of creamer and milk and then pour the coffee over it, giving it a swirl with your skull-clad metallic straw, you proceed to take a sip moaning at the taste.

"Right..." Brunnhilde comments and takes the glass from you, taking a sip for herself, and then Maya does the same with a smirk. "Not bad, for a beginner. Could be much worse." Brunnhilde comments and Maya agrees.

"I am going to count it as a win."

The rest of the night went a little bit like this, trying new recipes for drinks and trying to decide on what to order for the store next.

The fall season is upon us.

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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part VIII

Read previous parts here or read on Ao3.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~3700

Warnings: none~

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“Fuck” was the first thing Danny said when he woke up the next morning. Sam was still asleep but the bruise on his neck looked wide awake and angry, flared up and raw; Danny touched his fingers to it gently, feeling the heat, and Sam stirred a little beside him. He took his hand back but then Sam was blinking at him with a furrowed brow.

“What?” he asked, rolling onto his back to look up at Danny.

Danny grimaced, brushing Sam’s hair back to look at his neck again. “This is a problem.”

Sam sat up on his elbows. “What?” he asked again. He was often cranky in the morning before his coffee, but the way his boyfriend was looking at him was exacerbating that just-awake, groggy irritation.

“The aftermath,” Danny told him, sighing. “How are you gonna hide it? It’s fucking April. It’s not like you can wear a turtleneck or a scarf or something.”

Sam scoffed and rolled back over onto his side, bringing the blankets up to cover himself. “You’re blowing this out of proportion, I’m sure.”

“Sam. I’m not. It looks like I fucking choked you or something. Or worse.”

Sam let out a huff. “If anyone asks, we’ll just say we��re into BDSM.”

“Sam. No.”

Sam rolled over once again and threw the blankets off himself and, in turn, Danny too. He swung his legs over the bed next and got to his feet, swiftly moving to the bathroom before Danny could scrutinize him any further. “Can’t anything be fucking easy?” he asked before he shut the door.

He emptied his bladder first, the light still off, then stood in front of the sink in the dark, taking a brief glance at his shadowed reflection as he grabbed his toothbrush. In the dark, he could see the blotch of discoloration on his skin; when he flipped on the light, the difference was so stark, so aggressive and shocking that his breath caught in his throat while toothpaste foamed in his mouth. And Danny wasn’t wrong about the other thing–after Halloween, Sam had kept his neck covered as best as possible with hoodies and high-necked sweaters. Now, with the warm spring sun and heavy humidity outside, there was no way.

“Alright, Daniel,” he said when he stepped out of the bathroom, arms crossed over his chest. “I see your point.”

Danny felt the frown on his own face, still sitting on the bed and staring at the mess he created. “So what are we gonna actually tell Josh and Jake if they ask?”

“That I’m really into getting hickies.” Sam reached up and pressed his palm against the unnatural heat. “Really insane hickies. But they won’t ask as long as you’re around.”

That proved to be absolutely not true. As soon as Josh saw Sam next to Danny in the lobby, he rushed up, peering at his neck: “Goddamn, Sam–what happened there?”

Again, Sam reached a hand up, though not to feel but to simply conceal. “It’s a hickey, Josh. You know what those are, don’t you?”

“It’s my fault,” Danny blurted, feeling so exposed and in the open–quite literally, with all of them paused just past the front desk.

“Who else would be at fault?” Jake asked, slipping beside his twin. He brought his arm over Josh’s shoulders and began to steer him away. “Come on, Josh. Young love. You remember what that was like, don’t you?”

“I need coffee,” Sam grumbled, grabbing Danny’s hand to follow his brothers out the front doors.

“We’re going to a diner,” Danny reminded him with a nervous, slightly squeaky voice, still trying to mentally recover from the brief yet disarming sequence of events that just happened.

“Real coffee, Danny,” Sam said gruffly, taking Danny's hand. He kept holding it while they walked, following the twins down the sidewalk.

Up ahead, Josh turned around while he walked and looked down at their entwined hands, then back up to grin at both of them; Danny felt himself blush and, in his peripheral vision, saw Sam stick his tongue out at his brother.

“Lovebirds,” Josh called out before turning back around.

“What’s it to ya?” Sam responded loudly, flipping Josh’s backside off.

“It’s cute,” Jake said, voice carried back by the cool morning breeze.

“That hickey looks mean though, Danny,” Josh said, turning to look over his shoulder.

“Will you shut up and mind your own business?” Sam demanded.

Danny chuckled, an instinct born from awkwardness. “Jesus, Sammy. You really do need some fucking caffeine.”

“Real” coffee came first at one of those hipster cafes that Danny secretly kind of didn’t like, then breakfast in a diner that was not so unlike the one Sam and Danny had their conversation about “endgame.” Danny smiled a little to himself behind his cup of subpar diner coffee when he remembered it and remembered how he never thought he’d have a conversation remotely similar to that with anyone ever again. Then, when Sam stretched across the table to take Josh’s leftover toast, he caught a glimpse of the desecration of his neck and his stomach churned.

Sam caught that look. He sat back in the booth and quickly swept his hair forward to cover it, to spare Danny from staring at it any longer and to hopefully spare him from whatever internal monologue was reeling in his head. He didn’t need it to be verbalized again to know it was bad and he didn’t know how else to tell Danny that he was fine. Better than fine, actually–Sam was still riding a wave of elation and achievement and awe. There would be no more leaving, no more jealousy, no more competition. And he was going to hold Danny to that.

His hand returned to Danny’s in the Motown Museum. “You said you’ve been here before, right?”

“Once when I was a kid,” Danny told him while they browsed the control room. The whole museum smelled as old as the history inside, musty and dusty, and Danny was glad to be there again for a long trip down memory lane. Even more glad to be there with Sam. “And I took a girl here once too.”

“Oh yeah, you told me that,” Sam said with a laugh, getting a kick out of imagining a younger, even shyer Danny trying to hold hands with a girl in the little piece of history. “What’d she think?”

“She liked it. Thought it was cool.”

“Yeah, especially because she was with the coolest cat in the whole damn state.”

Warmth flooded Danny’s cheeks, exaggerated by Sam stroking his thumb over his knuckles. “Now I’m with the coolest cat in the whole damn state.” Though Sam’s consistent touch did a lot to ease his heart, he still felt guilty. More than anything, he wished he could just go back in time to reverse what happened to him, then swing forward again to land in the same place he was now, just modified. Better. Safer. “The whole world, actually,” Danny added, but Sam was already one step ahead, tethered to him so tightly that he usually was.

“Stop thinking so much,” Sam said, seeing the wheels turning in Danny’s mind written all over his face. So contemplative, so deep, so agonizing–Sam wished more than anything that he could make him stop torturing himself once and for all.

“I’m not,” Danny protested, swinging their hands together while they swept out of the control room and onto the next wall of photographs and mementos.

Sam sighed and swung Danny’s hand harder in defiance. “Yes, you are. Your eyebrows are all tight and you’re clenching your teeth.”

Danny loosened that very real tightness of his jaw. “I just–” He sighed next. “I’m really trying not to let it bother me, babe. I really am. But it even just looks painful.”

“It’s not.” Sam finally freed Danny’s hand to rope his arms around his neck, bringing them face to face. When Danny’s brow wouldn’t unfurrow, Sam grabbed his face in his hands and brought their foreheads together. “Hey–listen to me, Daniel. It’s not. I love that you did this for me fucking finally. That you did it for yourself.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Danny said, the words slightly distorted thanks to Sam purposefully smushing his cheeks. The palms on his face let up a bit and he added, “I don’t want to think I did this more for myself than for you.”

Sam couldn’t stop his own eyes from rolling. He clapped his hands down on Danny’s shoulders. “Fuck’s sake, man. It’s a win-win!”

“Is it? Because it looks like I–”

Sam jutted forward and kissed Danny hard just to shut him up. “Stop. Please fucking stop,” he said, kissing him again and again so his boyfriend couldn’t say anything. Only when Danny’s body loosened up, shoulders dropping and the hands on Sam’s hips gentle in their hold, did he also stop.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Danny pulled Sam into a hug, arms clasped tight around him, not caring that a string of fellow museum goers were passing by now, trying to squeeze through. “I’m really trying to not think about any of it, Sammy. It’s just hard not to when I can see the damage–”

“It’s not damage.” Sam bopped the top of Danny’s head before breaking away. “You gotta understand that. I’m good.”

“I know.” Danny sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he said, “I’m gonna need to find a new place to bite you though, seriously.”

Sam linked his arm in Danny’s and began to inch forward. “We can explore that later. For now, chill out, big man. You think my brothers give a fuck about a hickey on my neck?”

“Josh literally pointed it out the second he saw you.”

“That doesn’t mean he gives a fuck.”

“Noted. Yeah, you’re right.” Danny stepped in sync with Sam. He really was, he realized now, blowing things out of proportion. He needed to give himself some credit–he’d taken it very easy on Sam the night before, he’d healed the wound right away. Sam gave him more than enough consent. It was all good. It was what they both needed. But it did make him nervous knowing it was plastered on Sam’s neck for all the world to see, even if they could pass it off as a hickey. It was gnarly.

“You know that I’m always right.”

Danny chuckled. “I’m gonna give that one to you today.”

Something Sam was actually totally right about was that he was indeed, as he’d first pointed out during the Kiszka Christmas party, extremely popular. At the bar of his own birthday boy choosing, he got swept up in talking to complete strangers like they were all old friends. Josh was similar. He’d make eye contact with someone and a dialogue would ensue; someone else, that stranger’s friend, would join and the dialogue would go on and on.

Danny wasn’t quite like that. Not that he couldn’t be–he knew from his own sort of double life that it could be quite the contrary if he wanted it to be. But he didn’t like talking too much with strangers when he wasn’t on the hunt. It felt too weird now. The possibility of ever making friends had seemed doomed for too long to recover from that quickly. Jake, he came to learn, didn’t really like to buzz around strangers too much either. Jake was an observer and a covert observer at that–he’d sit back and watch so subtly that no one knew they were being watched, not even really looked at. So while Sam and Josh stayed glued to the actual bar, their voices filling the whole establishment, Danny and Jake hung back and watched.

“Look at ‘em,” Danny said, leaning over his chair. The bar was odd but comfortable–kind of a dive, kind of not. The drinks were too expensive for it to be a real dive bar, but the mismatched, shoddy furniture and general lack of the slightest sophistication made it sort of feel like a dive. Expensive or not though, he was drunk. Drunk and feeling pretty damn good–he didn’t even care that every time Sam threw his head back when he laughed, that “hickey” was visible yet again.

“I know,” Jake said, mirroring Danny’s movements. Their forearms were touching while they watched, the contact breaking momentarily when Danny lifted his drink back up to his lips.

Danny shook his head, smiling with admiration while he sipped. “They’re amazing,” he said while he brought his arm back down. He caught Sam’s gaze, who paused whatever conversation he was in long enough to grin and wink at his boyfriend; Danny smiled again, bigger this time.

“They are who they are,” Jake said. He turned to look at Danny, grinning quite a bit himself. “You’re so smitten with him. Wow.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed freely. “I totally am.”

“Hey, man. Can I ask you something?” Jake asked, leaning back in his chair, taking his arm away.

Danny was cognizant of the physical shift but felt no tension between them–whether or not that was the liquor talking, he wasn’t sure. “Go ahead, man.”

Jake seemed to take Danny in, face calm but contemplative while he stayed quiet for a moment before he said, “You’re cool with Josh and I?”

Danny could feel the surprise that changed his own face. “Yeah, of course,” he said. He paused next for a second, eyes flicking over to Sam and Josh again. “Why?”

“It’s nothing you did. It just seemed like you were avoiding us or something,” Jake explained, dropping his lower body down a bit, inching closer. “Right? Or did I misinterpret things?”

“No, you didn’t.” Danny laughed softly, slightly embarrassed. “Fuck, dude. Yeah. I’m sorry. I really like both of you.”

“Did Sam not want you to hang out with us or something?”

“No. Fuck no,” Danny said, even more embarrassed–he’d never wanted the twins to feel at all slighted, but he should have known that that was inevitable. “The opposite. I just–” He leaned forward too, bringing his eyes to Jake’s. Despite the packed bar, he could still smell the Kiszkas the most. So strong, nearly overpowering, like no amount and variety of other people around could diminish them, and Sam was still the strongest–Danny looked over at him again, then back to Jake: “I just find it hard to be around you two sometimes.”

Jake frowned but there was also a shiny curiosity in his eyes, like what Danny had just said was far more revealing than he’d intended. “What does that mean?”

Now Danny was wishing he’d kept even just that to himself. It must have sounded so insulting though, so now he had to explain: “It’s nothing you guys do. It’s–it’s not–I’m saying I really do like you. I want all of us to hang out more.” He sat back in the chair, taking another drink, glancing over at the bar again. Sam and Josh had moved–Danny leaned to the side to find them, quickly spotting Sam at the pool table near the back of the bar. “It’s a me problem.”

Jake chuckled. “Okay…” He sighed, then Danny’s heart surged into a sudden race when Jake said, “There’s something very interesting about you. Something…unique. Is that part of the problem?”

Drunk and completely caught off guard, all Danny could say was, “Maybe.”

Josh swooped in, inadvertently saving him. “Why are you two brooding in this dark corner?” he asked, putting one hand on his hip, using his other to bring his drink up to his mouth while he stared Danny and Jake down.

“We’re talking,” Jake said. “Where’s Sam?”

“Playing pool, which we could all be doing right now.” Josh stepped closer and grabbed Danny’s arm as he looked right at his twin. “Come on, you guys should play too. Or at least cheer us on or something.”

“Why can’t we get to know each other better without you?” Jake asked, but he laughed as he said it and followed as Josh, surprisingly and effortlessly strong, dragged Danny toward the pool table.

“Because we should all be hanging out as a group. Anyway, I think Sam might play worse if Danny’s there, which means I have a better shot at winning.”

A little distracted from the prior brief yet vulnerable conversation he’d just been taken away from, Danny asked, “Why?”

Josh switched from a strong grip on Danny’s arm to linking the two of them together for the next few feet through the bar. “You make him flustered.”

“You think?”

“Yes!” Josh said, shoving Danny toward his boyfriend once they were close enough.

“There you are,” Sam said to Danny. With the pool cue in one hand, he drifted to him and used his unencumbered arm to pull his boyfriend in close, and then Danny could see and feel how drunk he was as well.

“Here I am,” Danny replied, relieved that he and Sam were on the same level. The twins didn’t seem quite as inebriated, though Danny felt like Jake was somewhat skilled at feigning a little more sobriety and Josh was always on the hyper side of things that it was more difficult to tell when he was outright drunk.

“You’re gonna watch me play?” Sam asked, pushing their hips together. “Which means watching me kick Josh’s ass?”

Danny looked at Sam’s brother, who was racking up the balls while his other brother leaned back against the wall, also watching. “Josh said I would make you flustered and he’d win, actually.”

Sam gave an abrupt shove against Danny’s chest with one hand, nearly sending him crashing back into the wall, and laughed. “No way!” He whipped around, wielding the pool cue like a sword that Danny had enough sense to gently urge back down to his side. “Josh–you’re going down.”

Much to Sam’s dismay, Josh won. It was just because he was too drunk, Sam noted to himself while he tried not to sulk too much or, on the other hand, throw a fiery fit. It was all fun and games, Danny reminded him, steering him out the back door of the bar and into chilly, clear night air.

“I hate to say it, but I really am uncoordinated right now,” Sam said, though that didn’t stop him from finishing his drink, then stealing Danny’s to sip.

“Yeah, Sam, you’re really not graceful when you’re drunk,” Danny said with a laugh, grabbing his drink back. He took Sam’s sleeve between his fingers and lifted the skinny arm up. “You’re all noodly.”

“I’m a gazelle,” Sam shot back, trying to imitate a gazelle’s walk over to a picnic table, Danny laughing even more from behind him. He slid up to sit on top and Danny joined him, handing the drink over as Sam asked, “What were you and Jake talking about?”

“You. Kind of. You and Josh, how cool you both are. Just talking to everyone–making friends with anyone you meet.”

“It’s not hard, Daniel. You just weren’t trying.”

“I liked watching you.” Danny looked to the door to see if the twins would step outside anytime soon, but the door remained latched. “Sammy–have you ever told your brothers about me? Like, let it slip out or something? Anything?”

Sam snorted and shoved the drink back at Danny. “What the fuck, no. Why–why would I ever do that, man? It’s your secret. It’s our secret.” Danny being able to share his whole, true self with his own family was one thing–the twins digging around and finding out for themselves was another, and not one he was going to facilitate.

Danny still felt a bit nervous, but Sam’s indignation made him laugh again. “Yeah, it is our secret. But he just–”

Sam’s noodle arms wrapped around Danny’s waist and he nestled his chin on top of his shoulder, his own curiosity piquing. “He just what? Tell me.”

“I’m trying to,” Danny said with a chuckle. “He asked why I was avoiding him and Josh and said there’s something different about me.”

Sam felt just as caught off guard as Danny just from hearing that. He’d always thought his brothers interpreted Danny as being extraordinarily shy, maybe a little self-conscious and aloof, or maybe even more judgmental than he seemed. There wasn’t anything to indicate Danny was different in the way that he was–right?

“What else?” Sam pressed.

“That’s pretty much it. That he thinks I’m ‘different’ and ‘unique’ and he asked if that was why I wouldn’t hang out with them.”

“Whoa,” Sam said, peeling himself away from Danny, lifting his hands in the air as he said the single word. His drunk mind was a little slow but not entirely lost.

“So you think he knows?”

“No way,” Sam said quickly, emphatically, but he wasn’t sure. Something largely unfamiliar spiked in his veins–anxiety. He turned to look at Danny: “Right? No way he knows for sure. But–yeah.”

“You know him better than I do, Sam-I-Am,” Danny said, trying to reel in his own worries–Sam looked genuinely concerned, all wound up and flushed and flustered. “Do you think he’d pick up on that much of my, um–my weirdness?”

Sam took a deep breath. He couldn’t figure out exactly what his biggest fear was in all of this–even if Jake ended up knowing for sure what Danny was, what would happen? Jake would never tell anyone else. Only Josh, of course, but who would Josh tell? No one, Sam knew. They wouldn’t tell anyone else. So what would any of it matter? He wasn’t sure. But he knew that it mattered, because it felt like a kick in the stomach when he thought about Jake knowing or Josh knowing. Like a swift punch to the gut at the thought of this secret he shared with Danny suddenly not being only theirs.

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