#honeybees are just drawn to him

[krkiiz]

take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader

you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.

luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , “what are we” , “i thought we’re already dating” , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames

note : can’t stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by niki’s song “take a chance with me” ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help 😭😭😭😭)

let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

“It’s getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?” The dark haired boy smiled at you.

Gods how you loved that smile of his.

It’s a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.

You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.

You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeus’ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.

During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.

You’re too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.

Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.

But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.

You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasn’t just one sided after all.

But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.

The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.

A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You don’t remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.

What was the nature this relationship?

You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. “This is it for you, princess.”

Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.

Friends don’t call each other nicknames.

Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. “What’s got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?”

Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.

Cute

You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?

What if Luke suddenly doesn’t want you anymore because of that question?

Were you too selfish by wanting more?

Was this not enough for you?

No it wasn’t. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.

What if he fears commitment and disappears?

“Oh no, it’s nothing Luke.” You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. “It’s late, I should probably get in.”

But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. “No, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I don’t want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.”

He squeezed your held hands. “Please, Yn. Is it something I’ve done?”

You were quick to deny him. “It’s not, Luke. I don’t even know it’s just. I don’t know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.”

The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. “It’s okay take your time, darling. I’m listening.”

You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. “It’s about us, Luke.”

Dark hues make contact with your own. “What about us?”

“What are we Luke? I don’t even know anymore.” You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. “Friends don’t hold hands while they walk, friends don’t kiss each other’s foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.”

You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. “What are we, Luke Castellan?” You asked once more.

There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.

Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.

You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?

“Luke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?”

He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. “Ehem, wait sorry. You’re serious? Is this what you’ve been worrying about?”

“Well yeah. What’s so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?”

“No no! Yn, wait.” He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. “Haven’t we been dating for like two months now?”

What? Confusion warps your face.

“Yn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?” He tried to recall your memory.

Then it snapped.

“Oh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.” Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.

“Okay maybe I was too vague with my words so let’s redo it right now yeah?” You tilted your head at him.

The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. “Yn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?”

You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. “Hm will I?” You teased him lightly.

“Please?”

“I guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.”

You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.

You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. “Is this why you’ve never kissed me before?” you hear him whisper.

“Well I am doing it right now.” You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.

He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. “I don’t know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.”

You softly giggled. “I like you just as much, my prince.”

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[ladybirdswritings]

SWEET THING, DBF — joel miller x reader.

DESCRIPTION: your life is a storm—an overbearing father, a shitty boyfriend, and the ache of growing up. everything becomes more tangled when you find yourself drawn to your father’s best friend, joel. NOTES - no apocalypse! leave me all your thoughts and opinions. i love them <33 | next part

A03 | masterlist

sweet thing…

Your father did the best he could. You knew that very well. Charlie was a man respected and adored by his humble community. A hard working father turned single parent when your mom fell ill and god— you were his little flower. His sweet thing. His angel.

Flowers are fragile, though. Gentle, moldable petals and stiff, snappable stems.

It is why he kept you so close to him, so prized like painted porcelain just ready to crack.

It is why you were here. Here at Jackson’s golden hued dance with more powdered, jam-filled pastries and red, roasted meats then you could count on one hand. Here. Instead of the alternative option which was the party your boyfriend decided to attend without you.

You got the invite, sure, yet even as a legal adult— what daddy says? Goes. So long as you remain under his roof, at least. It was infuriating, though. The freedom of all your dear friends, the spontaneity. If only that could be you…

Your eyes drifted to the moustached sponge of all fun and joy in the world, wrapped in a flannel with bourbon in hand. Your dad was seated next to Joel, as he often was. His presence was a newfound thing for these recent years and though Joel would never say it, you had an inkling that he wanted to stand by his friend’s side after your mother… well.

You didn’t know Joel well. No, not at all. His visits were always the occasional dinner or drop in for fishing or some awfully manly thing. You knew well that your mother adored him, though— so that was enough to make him alright in your book.

Neighbor Betsy told you once that Joel had lost his wife and daughter too, and that maybe he was trying to keep your father from going through what he went through alone.

You only laughed at that.

Joel Miller was gruff and cold. Could he have such a warm heart beneath his sherpa coat?

You dazed out, the fingers snapping in front of your eyes made you blink back into the golden hues and roasted sausages on pointy little sticks.

“You alright, honeybee?” Your father asked, laying a heavy arm upon your shoulders. Joel was slower in his approach, eyeing you up and down with confusion and something else in his eyes.

“Peachy.” You only muttered, taking a sip of your freshly squeezed lemonade. Jackson’s finest.

“Oh come on now angel… now you know I can’t have you runnin’ off with that boyfriend of yours. I always told you he was trouble. Member’ when he ditched you down by Church Road during mosquito season? Well you were ripe as a red tomater and who had to pick you up?”

You were riper, redder now. Your cheeks an embarrassed hue not even on the color wheel, not even identifiable. You bowed your head, huffing out your frustrations before simply muttering: “you did, dad.”

He nodded proud, squeezing your shoulder. “That’s right, I did… what?”

Your eyes drifted up to see your father’s oldest friend with an odd kind of expression on his face. Brows pinched and raised, wrinkles plaguing his forehead deeper now.

Joel only cleared his throat, shifting on his boots and taking a sip of his bourbon in preparation. Then? He spoke.

“You ain’t lettin’ her be.” He gruffly offered, eyes set and sure. Your father only stilled for a moment, wondering if it was even Joel’s place to have an opinion… maybe it was.

“Why’s that?” He asked Joel, and the rough looking man only took another swig.

“Mm. We were both young once. We both made mistakes, y’gotta let her make her own— can’t hide her from em’. Just ain’t how it works.”

Poppies blossomed like springtime had finally begun in your eyes. Finally— someone understood. You didn’t expect him to be so… wise?

Your father only huffed, taking a long glance your way as he mused.

“Even if I wanted to loosen the leash tonight, Joel, I can’t. Maria needs me here to keep an eye on crazy old Arthur.”

Joel’s brows relaxed at that, a purpled hand running along the zipper of his flannel coat. His eyes were a chocolate kind of brown, dark and quietly encasing his thoughts within them.

He hummed, gaze drifting back to you.

You wanted to shrink. Perhaps it was because you were on the spot, perhaps it was because the way he stared would make anyone feel small.

It seemed like centuries before he cleared his throat again.

“I’ll take her.”

What?

You didn’t understand it, not one bit. Why was he kind enough to offer you an out here? Kind enough to test your father’s words.

Discomfort radiated through your father’s coat, tension molding its way into his already stiff bones. A long sigh, a glance back and forth as he truly considered. His expression was far too plagued with worry, and you knew well that it was now or never.

You had to slam down the last nail in the oak wood coffin.

“Please, daddy? I’ll check in every half hour, I promise.”

Tension eased, slightly but— still. Your eyes were doe-like and sweet, and he gazed into them for a moment far too long before allowing his arm to drop.

“Every fifteen minutes and you’ve got a deal. Miller, you make sure my daughter gets in and out of that bastard’s house safely.”

Joel only nodded once, jaw tense and expression stoic. Your grin was wider than a field of flowers, and you immediately wrapped your father in a hug. Your thank yous seemed endless, and it made him laugh.

When you parted, Joel had keys grasped in his rough hands. You realized for a moment that you had no idea why he was doing this. What did he owe you? Maybe it was pity. You were half an orphan, after all.

With a cautious glance, your eyes met his own. He nodded once as if to urge you closer, and you stumbled his way. Before you knew it? You were out the door, trailing behind him like his shadow.

Of all the people who cared enough to convince your father to let you go to this party tonight? Joel Miller was the last person you expected it to be…

¿to be continued?

[foxy-eva]

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It's a Craving, not a Crush Emily must have known exactly what she was doing when she put on a tight red dress tonight. She looked good in anything but seeing her in that color almost drove you insane. You were drawn to her like a honeybee desperate to find the sweet nectar of the most beautiful flower on earth.

Uncovered “We could do an undercover mission,” you suddenly blurted out while staring at the evidence board. Your words caught the attention of the rest of the team.

Escort The hotel bar still seemed quiet when you stepped in and took a look around. A lonely feeling had overcome you on this business trip, so you decided you wanted to meet someone new today. 

A Lesson in Faking It Joining the BAU came with a lot of new experiences for you. Today you learned that going to a swinger club with Spencer Reid would be one of them. 

Touch Starved The silly organ inside your ribcage didn’t calm down no matter how many deep breaths you took. It threatened to jump out of your chest even before you knocked on Spencer’s apartment door, beating so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts. 

Send Nudes Panic. Embarrassment. Shame.  It was hard to describe what you felt when you stared at your phone, realizing that you had just sent Spencer Reid a nude picture of yourself. 

Drunk on You Maybe it was a bit cliché to invite Spencer into your apartment for coffee after your date. The ulterior motive was obvious but there was no elegant way of telling him what you really wanted. He didn’t seem to mind when he accepted your offer with a grin on his face. 

Warm Embrace “Spencer?” Your voice echoed through the apartment when you stepped through the door and found no sign of your husband. A distant sound came from the bathroom. “In here!” After a quiet knock on the door and his confirmation that you could step in, you found Spencer sitting in the bathtub.

Over the Edge Spencer didn't say a word when he stepped through the door, making it obvious that his workday had been too long and too exhausting. He found you on the couch, a sigh escaping his throat before he kicked off his shoes and plopped down beside you. 

Swept off your Feet There was hardly a better feeling than to get cozy in a bed with fresh sheets right after taking a shower. Spencer was already waiting for you in bed when you stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing you in your colorful pajama shorts and oversized sleep shirt made him smile.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Work is Published Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone! As it seems most fitting, I wanted to share something from my Carlos character study, tender eyes that shine, just because it's giving me a lot of feelings and maybe I can share those with you <3

When he married Iris at the tender age of eighteen, he didn’t invite his parents and even now, he thinks the Austin High School Soccer Team t-shirt he wore to the courthouse barely counts as a tuxedo.

He didn’t think his parents would want to be an active part of his life after coming out, let alone that his mother would be the one helping him get ready to marry the man of his dreams. 

“Hey mom,” Carlos begins, his voice trying to fight through the current of a flood of emotion. “Thank you,” He pauses, catching his breath and letting his feelings guide him to his words. “For everything.”

Andrea’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she replies with, “Always.”

After, she raises Carlos’ arms, looking down at the sleeves of his tuxedo. Her eyes are drawn to the cuff links looped through the open holes placed on both sleeves. They’re the same cuff links that Gabriel planned to wear to Carlos’ wedding.

Her eyes sustain their misty demeanor as she says, “He would have been so happy to know these were still able to make it to your special day.”

“You think so?” Carlos asks, looking down at them. Though they’re small, Carlos can still make out the tiniest impression of his reflection smiling back up at him. He thinks that if he looks hard enough, he’ll see his Dad smiling back at him too.

“Oh I know so,” Andrea responds and Carlos looks back up at her.  

“You know that’s all I ever really wanted,” Carlos’ voice sounds fresh with heartfelt honesty. “For Dad to be happy,”  

“Oh Carlitos,” Andrea leans up to place a peck on his cheek. “He always wanted the same for you.”

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[whtaboutabitch]

HONEYBEE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ [ A NOAH SEBASTIAN FANFIC ] 🤍 CHAPTER 2

chapter one chapter two

shelby was a southern girl who didn't go out much. one day when her best friend dragged her to a festival, she fell in love with a metal frontman on stage- something she'd never would have thought could happen to her. and suddenly, she was smitten.

authors note: a lil bit of a short and uninteresting chapter, but i promise the next one will be good :> and of course i proofread, but my apologies for any typos/mistakes!!!

a/n may 30th, 2025: ive decided to change shelby’s faceclaim to olivia holt !

warnings: none

while the characters in this story are inspired by real people, this is a work of fiction with no intention on reflecting real relationships or events.

with every tick of time passing by that shelby stood in proximity of noah, her blood grew colder and colder. she wasn’t used to that feeling, the internal drowning and pressure— a yearning, if you will. she didn’t date too much. she was never interested in it. especially with the kentucky boys she had grown up in school with.

it followed her over into adulthood. she didn’t give herself enough time to see anybody. between bartending and taking care of her mother, she needed as much time devoted to that as she could get.

but this… this was different. something about Him was different. she could feel it in her icy insides.

“you don’t drink?” she asked noah, her sweet voice smooth as butter. he nodded back with a chuckle, “no. not anymore. i have to take care of my vocal chords, y’know.” he replied.

shelby didn’t say much. she let him lead the conversations, and he was naturally good at it. she could tell by his tone of voice he hadn’t spoken to anyone outside of the band in a minute.

“your accent,” he started and looked over at the much shorter blonde girl. “is it real?”

shelby smiled involuntarily. it’s a question she gets often. she’s not from the city, raised a few towns more southern in the state but moved to louisville when her mother started getting sick. her father left shortly after that, when she was only sixteen. he had been from tennessee and she presumed that’s where he was residing after fleeing. basking in the musical air of nashville, with a younger wife and perfect children. a wife that wasn’t sick and a daughter that wasn’t fucked in the head. a country man’s dream home. free from the sins of mundane life.

“yea. it’s real.” for a moment shelby wondered if the music had gotten louder. the DJ had been mixing metal bands all night, mostly ones that were playing at the festival. she had yet to hear noah’s siren voice call out to her between the blurs of the bar. it was the first thing that had drawn her in. not his face or his tattoos. his voice.

and for noah, well, he would say the same thing for shelby.

“it’s cute. i’ve never met someone with an accent that thick.” he looked over at her, their eyes meeting again as they had several times that evening. again and again and again.

“i get a lot of comments on it. people love it. it’s a lil’ thick for a kentucky girl but my daddy’s was too. everyone thinks i’m from alabama or south carolina or somethin’ but nope. kentucky born and raised.” she paused for a moment. sounds from the bar drowned out the music somehow. for a second she thought she could have heard noah’s breathing. “where are you from?” she finally asked, curious to know more about him. so far he’d been asking all the questions.

“virginia.” he answered. no elaboration. no city. nothing. shelby furrowed her brows, determined to pry some kind of information out of this stoic siren.

“okay… what is it like? i’ve never been.” shelby had never been anywhere, besides her hometown and louisville. she knew virginia was a border state for kentucky. not too far off.

“boring.” he said just as sharply as the last answer he’d given. it almost annoyed the blonde girl. almost.

“i could say the same about this place.” shelby felt a tension bubbling between them and she didn’t like it. his demeanor had changed completely when she started asking questions, and she felt as if it was unfair. why should he get any piece of information from her he wants but when she gets to curious he shuts off? god, these city boys.

“really?” he angled his body towards her. now that the subject had been changed, of course. “louisville seems nice. it’s a big city. how could you get bored?”

shelby contemplated the question for a moment before giving the answer she would have given without a thought behind it. “i think almost everyone would say the place they’ve grown up in is boring. when you live in one spot for so long, especially when you’re young, you get bored. it’s a part of adolescence i think. boredom.” she shrugged, turning to her drink on the high tabletop in front of her.

noah’s lips grew into a side smile. safe to say he was satisfied with her response. and deeply impressed. he could tell she was smart, it was written all over her. the way she carried herself held a deep intellectual side she wasn’t afraid to hide. he admired that.

shelby instantly noticed his grin and it formed a blush on her cheeks she wished she could control. she mentally hoped that the bar lighting would hide it. she didn’t want to come off as easy. as the type of girl that blushed from a smile. but she was. even if she had refused to admit it.

“i’d say i’m bored of this bar,” noah commented and began tapping his fingertips on the table. shelby nodded, trying to configure what he was insinuating. was this a goodbye? or a lets get out of here?

“me too. i come here all the time. it’s my favorite, but usually there isn’t this many people in here and the bowling alley is on.” she said. she hoped that by keeping the conversation going, she could hold his interest. that’s all she wanted. to be interesting. “you bowl?” he asked, almost in a surprised and partially disbelieving tone.

“of course. i used to be on a bowling league in school.” shelby answered. to her, that was normal. bowling was to her what football is to dads and their blue collar sons. it wasn’t odd to her that she bowled. to other people, maybe. it’s not something they hear often and it’s sure as hell not treated like a normal sport. to shelby, when she would stand in front of those lanes, it was nothing but her and those pins challenging each other. the feeling of the heavy weight being held up by her dainty fingers, the slick wooden panels of the lane, the gutters whispering taunting words at her— one slip up and it’d all be over. she had mastered her craft of the lanes and that was one thing about herself she’d be eternally proud of. in those moments, she wasn’t human. she wasn’t real. just a girl with a goal and a perfect score.

“that’s… pretty cool. i’ve never heard that before. i’m shitty at bowling, i don’t know. maybe you can teach me sometime.” shelby’s head tilted like a dogs at noah’s words. maybe someday. the promise of a someday. of an again. as much as she had learned not to trust that feeling of someday, she had hope. “okay,” she replied with a smile so big it reached her eyes. noah noticed her smile lines and the way her face lit up. shelby never smiled with just her lips.

“do you wanna go somewhere that isn’t boring?” noah asked. shelby nodded silently, scanning around for sight of her friend. evie was nowhere to be seen and shelby wondered if the other girl had a similar outcome with the drummer. she pushed the thought out and chose not to worry, despite the anxiety crumbling away her insides. she followed noah out of the bar, her eyes not leaving the back of his head once. he was hard to lose with his overwhelmingly tall height. shelby was five foot three and she quickly determined noah was over an entire foot taller than her. it was almost scary. the height and the muscles. he was an intimidating mess of a man. and shelby wanted every single piece of it.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Snap @paperstorm - my snippet also has Carlos rushing off to pee! Needs must. Thank you also for the tag @honeybee-taskforce @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom

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This is from my 1x05 coda:

He loves to see it again – TK’s swagger overcoming his lack of skill on the dancefloor. In other contexts, swagger in lieu of competency is annoying, but here and now it's genius, and it's inspiring. Carlos loves to dance in theory, but he usually needs a couple of drinks in him to really let loose. Tonight he’s sober, yet it's like he isn’t. He just feels phenomenal. Can’t explain it. Doesn’t want to. There he goes, shoving his hand into TK's and jumping up and down with him while Paul finds himself in the center of a group of beautiful women. Two of the women dance sexily, the other two are just goofing around like them. Carlos watches with an emotional smile as Paul gets drawn farther and farther away from him and TK.

"How about that?" Carlos shouts over the music.

"Right?" TK yells back with delight as he descends into some sort of disco finger move. "Look at him go!"

The DJ ends Rhythm of the Night with a scratchy spinback and the opening synths of Insomnia pour into the air. Everybody cheers. Carlos feels like he's not touching the floor anymore. He loses TK for a second – but it's TK who finds him, snaking his arms around his waist from behind and swaying him as if to a slow ballad. Carlos twists to face TK, puts his hands on his shoulders. There's something chaste and junior-prom about it. He wants to kiss TK but he feels strangely shy out of nowhere, as if he's never kissed him before, and he's not sure if he's reading TK's face right. They'd neglected to establish any rules of engagement around P.D.A. for this evening, as though nothing needed saying. There’s a part of Carlos that realizes it's not too late. He has an opportunity to simply ask TK right now, "Can I kiss you?" or even just lean in and see how TK responds. But he swallows the question like a large pill without water, chokes a little, feels overwhelmed. “Ah, I really have to pee,” he says instead. Sexy.

"Okay!" TK replies happily, bouncing away as the beat drops. Carlos smiles and nods to hide a shimmer of hurt he's sure would cross his face otherwise. TK could have been disappointed to lose his dance partner, or could have eagerly joined him in a stall, but it seems like he doesn't much care. TK is only here to throw himself around the dancefloor. It’s fine. It’s fair enough. This night is about Paul, anyway. And he actually does have to pee, so.

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[cherrycola27]

Other Uses

This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI

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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.

You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.

But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.

And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.

You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.

You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.

You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.

These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.

This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.

You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.

You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.

He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.

"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.

"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.

"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.

Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.

Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.

"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.

And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.

You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.

You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.

You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.

"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.

"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.

"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.

His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.

"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.

Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.

He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.

"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.

He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.

You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.

He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.

"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.

You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.

You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.

You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.

You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.

Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.

"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.

The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.

"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.

Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.

You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.

"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.

"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.

He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.

Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.

You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.

"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.

"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.

"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.

You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.

Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.

He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.

With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.

"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.

"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.

He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.

Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.

Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.

The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.

"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.

"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.

"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.

"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.

You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.

Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.

I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here

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[themuffin2649]

Muffin! Muffin!

For the Haunted AU!

Let's say one of the LIs kill MC (either by accident or on purpose), and he comes back to haunt them.

Ranging from trying to make them feel guilty, making their lofe a living heck, to just pissing them off.

"Please stop hiding my stuff!"

*Ghost!MC knocks down a cup filled with water*

Here are some Scenarios:

1: Doll (Leon killed the MC in his Bad end 2)

After school and basketball practice, Leon returns to hang out with his best friend. They chat… well… only Leon talks. This is because his friend isnt really… alive. In fact, he and a classmate named Reme worked together to Taxidermy what remains of his body.

Creepy: Yes, but Leon didn’t mind, because his best friend was perfect.

Leon: “I love you dear.” He says, and he kisses the cheek of his Taxidermied friend.

They start watching a movie about haunted dolls (Annabelle or Chucky), but Leon’s not really entertained by it. He looked back at the doll and leaned on it like a pillow. As Leon was starting to fall asleep, he felt something hugging him.

Leon: “huh?”

When he rubs his eyes, he can see that MC’s Taxidermied doll is hugging him back, and Leon makes a scream loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood up.

Ghost!MC: “What’s wrong Leon? I thought you loved hugs 😈”

Leon: “not like this.” cries

…

2: Take care of him 🔫 (Vincent kills MC)

After learning that MC was dead, Vincent’s Uncle cuts off all finantial aid, leaving poor Newt without a family and in poverty. In pure rage, MC haunts Vincent.

Uncle: “Vincent! I just got your essay back, and the teacher told me you wrote something very innapropreate on the paper.”

Vincent: “What?!”

Vincent’s Uncle shows his paper, with vandalism that says “[Teacher] is a poopy head!” With a poop emoji drawn onto it.

Vincent: “That’s NOT my handwriting, or my drawing style! I’ll talk to my teacher tomorrow to see what happened.

Vincent thinks that Leon did it out of anger, but that wasn’t right, Leon’s form of revenge would have been a bone-breaking beating. Looking again, the handwriting was… familiar… It almost looked like.

Vincent: “Honey?!”

Ghost!MC: “Ahh, so you figured it out.”

Vincent: “Honey, y-you’re back!” He said, tears forming on his eyes in both relief and fear.

Ghost!MC: “Shut up, you wanna know what happened after I died. Your Uncle cut off all financial aid to my brother. He had no choice but to live with Jon!”

Vincent opens his mouth, but before he says another word, MC throws a glass vase on the wall out anger.

Ghost!MC: “Listen to me! You are going to take care of my brother in whatever means you can. If you don’t, then I’ll do everything in my power to make your life a living hell!”

Vincent didn’t even realize he was shaking, but seeing the fury behind his honeybee’s eyes, he could tell he was dead serious (pun intended).

The following days, Vincent used his parents money to financially support Newt behind his uncle’s back. Newt was suspicious and confused about the random financial support after “mom” and “dad” cut him off, but money was money.

Sometimes, as a reward for helping his brother, MC gifts him chocolates, roses, or good grades.

…

3: Love Letter (this can apply to anybody)

So whichever LI kills MC does not only feel a tremendous amount of guilt, but over time, their rival keeps receiving love letters from the dead MC. The rival thinks that Newt is giving these letters written from when MC was still alive.

Meanwhile, MC makes sure that the murderer sees that he is the one writing the letters after his death to spite him off. Even lets him see what he wrote before sending it off to the rival.

Leon’s love letter: “Leon, when I’m by your side, I always feel safe and protected. You have protected me for 8 years, and I have never regretted meeting you. Not only are you a great basketball player, strong and dependent, but you’re also very soft and sweet like a teddy bear. You’ve also care for an protected my brother like you did for me. Thank you for everything. 🩷”

Vincent’s love letter: “Vincent, you are so much more than your family’s money. Although we have only recently met, your determination to get the things you want has inspired me, yet, you still care deeply about me. Not once did you care about our financial differences, you’ve always cared for and cherished me. I love you. ❤️”

What better way to show your anger than Emotional Damage.

[sashaisready]

I'm Still Here - Chapter Four

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

In late 60s Meade, you’re married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper you’re the perfect couple – the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your life…so why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, guns, mentions of crime - robberies etc, mentions of traumatic childhood, injury. This is the penultimate chapter, next part is the last!

Wordcount: 3.1k

Back in the past…

“Looks like we have ourselves an old-fashioned standoff here, Honeybee”. He told you stoically as he kept his eyes on you. If he was at all anxious, he didn’t show it.

“Sure seems that way” you smiled back. 

The two of you remained still, pistols drawn and cautiously trained on each other. Both waiting to see what the other was going to do.

“Maybe you should put that down and come with me, Honey” Lee said softly.

His voice was smooth like molasses. Not like the other cops you knew. And you’d known many. You were intrigued by him, most of the rookies you got your hands on either trembled like schoolboys or went in too aggressively as if trying to overcompensate. Lee…he just seemed…interested? Amused?

Maybe you were interested, too.

You shook your head. “Sorry Lee, you know I can’t do that” you sighed. 

“I know Honey…but the boys are outside with your friends right now, roundin’ them up…and it’ll be better for you to come quiet. Don’t you think?”

You grinned. “I never come quiet, Deputy Bodecker”.

He just snickered at your double entendre. “You’re a piece of work, aren’t ya?”

You shrugged at him teasingly. 

“I meant it” he continued. “If you come willingly, it’ll look better for you. The judge might go easy on ya. You could tell him you were coerced…vulnerable…just a girl who got caught up in the wrong crowd and didn’t know what she was doin’. It happens all the time”.

A hollow laugh escaped you. “Nice try, Lee. But do you really think the judge and jury are gonna buy that the girl firing at cop cars during high-speed chases is vulnerable and clueless?”

“Mm. Worth a shot” he snickered again and narrowed his eyes.

“They’ll be okay, my gang. They always are. They’re slippery”.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that…but they only need to slip up once. Hubris is dangerous, Honey.”

“Don’t worry about me, Lee”.

“Well, I am worried. You strike me as the kind of girl who didn’t have no one worryin’ ‘bout her for a long time” he told you.

Your breath hitched. You knew this was a common cop tactic, them trying to empathise with you and lure you in with empty platitudes about how well they ‘know’ you…but his insight caught you off guard for a second just the same. You shook it off.

“I have Billy. And the gang. I do just fine” you replied curtly.

Lee nodded, studying you carefully. He kept the gun trained on you as his eyes bore into yours. “Mmm…if you say so, Honey. But I’ve met a lot of Billys in my time, and we both know he wouldn’t hesitate to sell you down the river if it meant saving his own ass. So maybe you should get the jump on him”.

That stung. You loved Billy, and he loved you too. This cop didn’t know you. Either of you. He knew nothing about you or what Billy would do for you. What you’d do for each other! He was just another pig.

Your face became an ugly scowl.

Lee watched, realising he’d pushed you too far. He felt a twinge of regret, not just at losing the opportunity to take a member of the infamous Cypress gang into the station, but strangely, he also didn’t like that he’d upset you.

“I told you, Bodecker, I do just fine” you told him angrily.

Before he had a chance to respond you fired the pistol, sending a warning shot into the wooden doorframe just above his head. He flinched and recoiled at the sound, and you took that moment of confusion to speed out of the front door.

Lee regained his composure and yelled after you, breaking into a run and pursuing you. He sprinted with his gun in hand just in time to see that damned VW bus belt it out of the property, with you sliding agilely inside through one of the windows.

The Cypress gang were loose once again.

Lee stood helplessly as Finlay and the squad approached behind him, some muttering obscenities and radio-ing back to the station. A couple of cruisers catapulted out of the driveway to follow the bus, but they all knew they were licked. Finlay clamped a paternal hand onto Lee’s back, assuring him that he’d get them next time.

Lee just nodded, staring thoughtfully out to the road.

That was the first time you met.

*

You met lots of times after that day.

Sometimes during busts. Sometimes on the road. Once even during a bank robbery. You and the gang always manage to evade them in the end, but there had been some close calls.

You and Lee always exchanged little looks or nods when you found yourself together again. Small waves. Eventually pleasantries. One time Lee surprised you in a barn you were laying low in after a particularly tiresome chase. He pinned you down against the dirt and the hay and you gasped a little at the feeling of his weight on you as he held you down and told you to be a good girl. You did your best to ignore the surge of electricity it sent through you. He even got one of the cuffs on you before you headbutted him and managed to speed away. Later, Cosmo had to cut them off using a saw and a file he’d stolen from a carpenter. Not your finest hour.

It was always nice to see him. You would feel a weird tingle in your stomach when he appeared. You’d find yourself searching the faces of cops during any showdowns and you’d feel a strange relief when you found him. You knew these feelings couldn’t mean anything good. You knew you had to move beyond it. But you couldn’t help yourself. As time rolled on you saw Lee grow from a rookie to eventually becoming Finlay’s right-hand man. He held himself more confidently, moving with more authority than before. His middle had softened, and his cheeks filled out as he rose through the ranks, but that was okay. He was still handsome, and there was something about his sturdiness that you liked.

You once had a blazing argument with Billy about him putting his own needs above the gang’s…it seemed to be happening more and more…and you’d stormed off to the gas station across from the sleazy motel you were staying in, eyes brimming with tears and jaw clenching in anger. You thought about how tiring this way of life was, how weary you were becoming.

You’d grown up with nothing, drifting between orphanages and group homes without so much as a doll of your own. You’d grown hard and distrustful, careful not to let anyway get too close lest they leave you again. You became tough, taking no shit from the other kids and establishing yourself as a figure not to be messed with. You stole from grocery stores to subsidise the measly food portions you were given, and that graduated to stealing more – a comb from the pharmacy, a make-up compact, a radio from the electronics store…and, eventually, cars. You found it all quite easy. You just had to push down any guilt you felt and remind yourself that you were the only person you could rely on.

You’d met Billy after you tried to pick his pocket on the street. Rather than turn you in, he pointed out where you’d gone wrong. You had thought he was beautiful with his blonde hair and intense eyes. He’d taken you under his wing and you followed him gladly. Of course you fell in love with him, how could you not? It was as if someone was seeing you for the first time, someone who saw the ugliness within you but didn’t flinch – if anything he welcomed it. He taught you everything he knew and introduced you to the others, and thus the gang was born. You had a warm bed every night, even if you moved around a lot, plus your belly was always full and you always had money in your pocket. Never before had these things been your reality. Yes, some of the stuff you got up to made you queasy, you remember the first time you’d shot a man and the sickening thwump of the bullet as it pierced his skin, but he was coming straight for you and it was you or him. And that’s what you told yourself. It was them or you. And you had to survive.

Billy had saved you and it was your job to save him too. So you looked out for him, had his back. You learnt to shoot and you got good at it, too. As long as you had each other you would be okay.

But after that argument, as you marched into the gas station with your heart pounding, you wondered if you were cut out for this life. Sometimes you questioned if you should just turn yourself in and give it all up. Hope for a sympathetic judge like Lee said. Jail would be tough but at least you wouldn’t have to keep running.

But it was too late. You’d gone too far now.

As you paid for a soda you caught a glimpse of yourself on the Wanted poster displayed behind the register. Billy’s was next to yours, then the others along from his. Fortunately, your hair looked a little different now and the picture quality wasn’t great. Still, you could never be too careful. You pulled your hat down and disappeared back out into the night. A ghost, like always.

*

Lee was dealing with his own confusing feelings. You were a felon, the opposite of everything his job stood for. It was his job to catch people like you and put them away, to protect the world from your kind. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? He so enjoyed the cat and mouse game with you, the excitement of catching you off guard and seeing the mischief across your face. As much as he wanted to capture you, he knew he would be slightly disappointed when that day came because it would be over. Strangely, he knew he’d miss you. Plus, the chase had ignited something in him, something primal and predatory. That day in the barn when he caught you, trapping you between his thighs as he watched the ‘o’ of surprise on your face as you realised, he’d bested you. He watched the glimmer of excitement in your eyes when he told you to be good. He felt the warmth of your body beneath him and imagined what it would be like to feel you properly. His rational mind screamed at him to stay away but he couldn’t help himself. Like a moth to a flame, you brought him back every time.

Of course, everything must end.

*

The shoot-out at Manville’s Farm had been bad. Really bad.

The cops had cornered you there after a robbery went wrong, it wasn’t a good spot to hide out, but it was the only option. Cosmo had been killed in the chaos and Violet had been captured. There was nothing you could’ve done to help them.

You and Billy were cornered in a woodshed, and you were bleeding from a bullet wound in your leg which you’d poorly dressed with a handkerchief. Billy was clutching onto the suitcase of cash he’d salvaged and was staring at it as if it held the answer to all your prayers. Things had been tough between you for a while now. You knew he was pulling away from you.

“Billy…” you uttered meekly.

“Shut UP, Honeybee” he barked. “I’m trying to think…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you both heard the heavy steps outside drawing closer. You exchanged a look, and you knew this was it. At least you’d go down together.

You turned to reach for his hand but to your horror he leapt to his feet and began to climb to the little window at the back of the shed.

“Billy!” you squeaked, unable to grasp the betrayal as he shimmied himself through the gap.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry…Really, I am…” he shot you a glance of regret and then he was gone.

You gawped at the window in horror, your heart in so much pain you thought it would burst. A few moments later you heard a wail of pain somewhere in the distance followed by a series of curses, but you didn’t have time to really react before the door swung open. You already knew who it would be.

“Hi Lee” you said glumly.

He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, eyeing you carefully. At the very least, you were glad it was him who would be taking you away. He looked handsome, as always. His hair was shorter. His middle a little wider. But he was still Lee.

“That must smart” he said quietly as he looked to the wound on your leg. “Guess that’s why you ain’t runnin’ no more”.

You nodded.

“But I’m guessing Lover Boy abandoning you hurt even more”.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you nodded again.

He sighed, dropping to his knees and tenderly moving some hair from your face. He moved to reveal Billy’s suitcase of cash behind him, giving it a tap.

“If it helps…we got him”.

You scoffed. He betrayed you, and for what? To suffer the same fate anyway? What a waste. All of it had been a waste.

“He got caught in a bear trap Old Man Manville had put out to catch the stray dogs who go after his livestock. He’ll live, just in a lot of pain. The boys are with him now waitin’ on a medic. They’re all so excited to have caught Billy the Kid that the heat’s off you for now, Honey”.

“Idiot” you scoffed. Although the fact he suffered was a small comfort to you.

“So…it’s finally time huh?” he said kindly, his voice softening.

“I guess so” you said tearfully. “I’m sorry, Lee”.

“It’s okay, Honey” he cooed. “You’re okay”.

“I just…I don’t want to do it anymore. You know? I’m so tired…”

He nodded. “Well…you don’t have to, not anymore”.

“Can I tell you something, Lee?” you whispered.

“Anything, Honeybee”.

“It’s silly but…I sometimes dream about having a normal life. You know? Just being somebody’s wife…somebody’s mother. Keeping a home. Living simple. Is that dumb?”

He shook his head. “Not at all, Honey. I think that’s what most of us want”.

You both sat in the silence for a little while before he sighed.

“You know…I been offered a job over in Knockemstiff, Meade. Few hundred miles from here. They want me to be their Sheriff” he told you.

You furrowed your brow, unsure what this had to do with you. “Uh…okay”.

He took your hand, gingerly.

“Honeybee…come with me”.

You scoffed in disbelief. “What??”

“You heard me. Come with me. Marry me. Start that normal life you’ve always wanted…”

You laughed out loud. This had to be some weird joke. But you looked into his deep blue eyes, and he wasn’t laughing. He stood once more, his hands on his belt buckle as he watched you with utter sincerity.

“I can take care of things here” he said gravely. “You can start over. Both of us can. Nobody will ever know. We’ll be far enough away from anyone who might recognise you”.

You blinked at him. “You’re…serious?”

“I’ll take care of you, Honey. I know we don’t know each other well, yet, but we can. I think…I know…we can be happy”.

“I don’t…what? We…We can’t”.

“You know we can. You feel our connection. I feel it too”.

He must be insane. But clearly you were just as insane as him because you found yourself actually considering it.

“If I did…if we did this…they’d find me…”

“They wouldn’t. I’d make sure of it.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Even if we could…I’ve done bad shit, Lee. Real bad. Don’t you want a nice little wife who knows how to make a good casserole? Not some crazy bitch who knows how to hot wire a car”.

He laughed. “No. I want the crazy bitch”.

You scoffed again. “And even if I agree…how do you know I won’t just run out on you?”

“You won’t” he said confidently.

“I…I’m not a good person, Lee”.

And then he leaned over and kissed you. And you kissed him back. And the world was still for a moment. Your leg didn’t hurt and your heart wasn’t broken and you felt alive and right. He held your face as his tongue found yours and his big hands clung to your waist and everything sang, and everything lit up and something within you awoke in a way it never had with Billy. You found yourself clinging to Lee and never wanting to let go. There was something safe, just something right about it all.

Maybe it was because you were crazy. Maybe it was because it was the only option other than jail. Maybe because your heart ached from Billy’s betrayal. Maybe it was because you and Lee kept finding your way back to each other. And maybe it would just be nice for someone else to take care of you for once.

As you pulled away, you held his face in your hands and told him your real name.

And you said yes.

*

And so the story goes that the notorious Honeybee of the Cypress gang died that day. She hid in a woodshed on the Manville property which unfortunately exploded when she lit a match for a cigarette without spotting the leaking gas can just a few feet away. They didn’t find much of her, just her jacket and her shoes and not much else. A tragic end to the troubled runaway, who got caught up in the wrong crowd after her difficult childhood. So much promise, snuffed out in an instant. She would later become a cautionary tale told to wayward girls threatening to go off the rails – don’t end up like the poor, tragic Honeybee!

Sheriff Lee Bodecker moved to Meade shortly after his success with the Cypress bust and subsequent investigation of Honeybee’s death. He married a pretty, young woman he met at a diner, and the two became pillars of the community. A few years later they were reportedly expecting their first child, and happier than ever.

*

Present Day…

You heard the men coming up the stairs and you knew it was time.

Here’s hoping you remembered some of your old tricks…

*

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I had great fun with it. As always I'm grateful for any reblogs or comments ❤️

[clandestone]

⸻  matilda  valdivia  ,  a  twenty-seven  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  most of her life, aside from her years at college  .  the  observer is  known  for  being  open-minded  and  indecisive  and  is  often  associated  with  mint  tea  on  a  winter  morning,  midnight  drives  to  clear  your  mind,  sitting  in  the  garden  and  watching the  honeybees  buzz  around  the  flowers  and herbs  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  an  archivist  word  travels  fast  .

the basics

Name: matilda valdivia Nicknames: tillie Faceclaim: ayo edebiri Gender: cis-female, she/her Sexual Orientation: bisexual, biromantic Age: 27 Birthday: July 7, 1997 Occupation: archivist at the red creek library Marital Status: single Pets: tbd   Residence: her father's home (tbd) Positive traits:open-minded, intelligent, good-natured, deeply loyal, eccentric Negative traits: indecisive, shy, contrary, discontented

aesthetics

Inspiration: lilia calderu (agatha all along), fox mulder (x-files), gonzo (of muppets fame), more tbd Animal: fox Tarot Card: the magician Zodiac: cancer  Mineral: labradorite Song: Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear - Mitski

Backstory

There was a time when Matilda did not know her father, or the sleepy town of Red Creek, but anything prior to her arrival has been lost to time. Every early memory in her head is wrapped in the warmth of her home, untouched by the horrors that terrorized Red Creek in the first years of her life. To have your first memories be coated with love- what else could you hope for?  Matilda was always destined to be a little eccentric, and as early as she can remember, she was drawn to witchcraft. Her passion was centered in tarot and protection magic, but she was fascinated by every aspect of the craft. She was a outcast in many ways, even if she didn't realize it until she was a bit older. It never bothered her much, and she always had an innate ability to melt into the scenery, to be neither seen nor heard. She was able to escape high school unscathed and generally well-liked, if not a bit lonely. College was the light at the end of the tunnel. A quiet social life meant she had a great deal of time to spend on her studies, and a small class size made it easy enough to be valedictorian. A full-ride to the University of Michigan was her ticket to the wider world, and she thrived in the academic environment. A solid group of friends kept her supported and busy- with one of them even joining her in New York City for grad school.  The decision to move home was not made lightly. It wasn’t that she disliked Red Creek- she just loved the city so much more. It was her fault, though, picking a profession that was less than lucrative. Maybe if she’d studied law, or finance, or anything other than history and archival studies, she’d be able to support herself in the big city- but she’d followed her passions instead. The choice was made for her when an archivist position opened at the library.  Two years have passed since her return, and being home hasn’t been as difficult as she anticipated. It was different to be in Red Creek as an adult, more tolerable. And more than that, she had missed her dad. For years, she’d worried about him being alone, lamented the hours she spent on FaceTime with him, rather than face-to-face. It’s been nice to be home, but she can’t deny she’s getting antsy.  Around town, you can find her at the library, stopping into Daisy’s Diner some nights after work, or at Redstone Bar on Friday nights. She spends a great deal of time at Sisters of the Moon, just hanging out or picking up supplies for her own witchy activities. Her happy place is in her little garden, and on sunny days it is not uncommon to see her laying amongst the explosion of greenery on a picnic blanket with a book and a glass of wine. 

Wanted Connections

Friends from high school, people she’s known since childhood. Probably a little eccentric themselves. People she can go on drives with, just for the sake of getting out of town.  A budding romance, someone that is making her question how important it really is to leave Red Creek. I think it could be fun if this was someone who she didn’t really interact with in high school, but they’ve gotten close now that they’re adults.  Matilda grew up doing casual witchcraft, and once got in trouble for bringing tarot cards to her elementary school. She pulled the death card for a kid, and they thought that meant they were going to die. No amount of reassurance changed their mind, and she was never allowed to bring her cards to school again. Bring me the kid she accidentally traumatized. Fellow witchcraft doers!! People she can be unfiltered around, especially when it comes to her more off-the-wall beliefs. her adoptive father, the person she ultimately returned to red creek for. truly a wholesome, supportive connection in a sea of horrors (a WC on the main) A college friend! Someone who came to visit her in Red Creek, and just never left. It doesn't seem like they're going to, either. (a WC on the main)

[tellmegoodbye]

Thank you @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for tagging me! I'm (theoretically) in the home stretch of my wedding fic, so I'm going to do a bit of a detour this week and share something from one of my unnamed WIPs that has been sitting on the backburner for a while.

There's a split-second where Carlos thinks he may have gotten this wrong, that TK wasn't interested in him after all and that he just made a fool of himself, but that all goes away in an instant when their eyes meet and he sees TK smiling at him. He may not know much of anything about this man, but he knows exactly what is on his mind. It's an unfamiliar feeling being so drawn to a complete stranger, but Carlos has already decided that he's enjoying it. He stops when there’s barely an inch of space between their faces and catches a glimpse at TK’s eyes just before they fall closed. Even in the dark of the night under the dimly lit letters spelling out the name of the bar – a name he can't quite recall right now – Carlos can see just how beautiful his eyes are. They’re green with a hint of hazel, and they shine in a way that reminds him of the sunrises out on the ranch, the way the light beams down across the fields and through the trees, lighting up his world in a way that, for just one moment, makes him think that he’s in heaven. He feels at peace when he looks at TK Strand, more so than he has in years. Kissing TK feels like heaven too. That’s something he quickly learns once he finally closes the rest of the distance, bypassing any hesitation as TK grabs him by the back of his neck and pulls him in.

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and anyone else who wants to join!

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Solar Character Ref

He/him, pan; 5'7; regresses as old as 7 and as young as 3 (tends to stick to the younger age range now), goes nonverbal when especially upset

All flat teeth, no fangs.

Has a crack in his faceplate over his left eye from where his Moon hit him. His left eye is also damaged from his Moon forcibly removing it once, he had to put it back in himself.

Right eye is white with black pupil, left eye has black sclera and a gold pupil. He has difficulty seeing clearly through his damaged eye, so he sometimes has to turn his head to see things better.

Body is covered in various dings and dents. Some from the kids, some from Nexus...

No paws or claws.

Practices witchcraft, identifies as pagan. Secret weeb/k-pop stan.

Poppy called him bumble, bumblebee, and honeybee. Sun calls him bug when he's regressed.

The body he was put into is a basic solar model. It's orange, but everything about it was initially simple and basic. He gave himself upgrades that allow him to run off of a single charge for days at a time.

Has arthritis in his hands. Not only due to past physical trauma, but also from working nonstop on various projects. He wears his gloves to not only increase his grip strength and protect his hands, but to also mitigate some of the sensory overload he experiences.

Head of maintenance and had to run the daycare all by himself while in his own dimension.

I haven't explicitly said if he has autism (I left that up to interpretation since I don't want to misrepresent it), but he does have sensory processing disorder. He can't stand loud noises, bright lights, or just general over-stimulation (Yeah. Running the daycare was not great...)

"Ya weren't supposed to see that..." "He's...he's gone? Don't we have a backup? Or maybe we can restore his systems!" "No, come on. You don't have time to be sick right now. You're just tired. You're just tired." "Watch over these toys fer Papa, they're really special to 'im. An' I need someone big an' strong ta watch 'em and keep 'em safe. Can ya do that?"

Relationships with:

Sun: Solar still has days where he looks at Sun and sees his own Sun. In fact, when he crashes into regression (because this guy almost never willingly does), he still sees Sun as his Poppy. Not being able to see well out of one eye doesn't help things. But him and Sun get along well! He and Solar have mandated self-care days together, Harvest sometimes joins, and they all have tea together and unwind.

Moon: He and Moon get along really well. They spend a lot of time together engineering and working on tech. But every once in a while, Solar has to remind himself of where he is and who he's with. This isn't his Moon. He knows it.... When he regresses, he sometimes can't be anywhere near Moon. Other times, he wants 'Mama' (and who is Moon to deny him?).

Harvest: Like Harvest and Moon, Solar and Moon spend time together just sitting and watching the chaos. Harvest is trying to teach him how to knit, and he's slowly starting to pick it up.

Bloody: You would think that Solar wouldn't get along well with Bloody because of how high energy he is. On the contrary, Solar is drawn to it and you can find him tossing balls of yarn for him (much to Sun's chagrin, those are his 100% WOOL SKEINS-). Bloody is on the opposite end of the sensory spectrum; where Solar tends to be overstimulated, Bloody seeks out stimulation. But that means that Bloody has plenty of stim toys and things he can share with Solar. Bloody also likes to curl up on Solar's lap for head scratches.

Lunar: Solar tends to either be getting Lunar out of trouble or encouraging the chaos. Solar saw him when they first met and immediately adopted him. Yeah, no, he'll gladly take over watching Lunar every time he's regressed from now on, thanks. Solar is like an older brother to Lunar, and they regularly play Minecraft together.

Kill Code: Solar isn't really sure what to think of Kill Code. He's honestly still confused how he exists, but he doesn't question it too much. As long as he doesn't hurt his family friends, he'll just keep an eye on him...

Past Relationships:

Poppy: Poppy was immediately accepting of him when he first came to be. They worked out a system that allowed both of them to have control of the body at different times. They were also Solar's primary caregiver, especially when Nexus and Poppy had their disagreement. They did their very best to keep Solar from seeing Nexus's true colors and their frequent arguments, but they weren't able to. Poppy was the one to teach Solar witchcraft and herbalism, and Solar still strives to make them proud of him...

Nexus: Solar learned a lot of what he knows about mechanics and engineering from his Moon. He didn't realize his true colors for a long time because Poppy kept it hidden from him so well. Until that point, Midnight was his other caregiver and Solar even called him Mama.

Nexus is the one that caused the majority of Solar's damage. He sometimes didn't even state a reason for when he'd 'punish' him, he'd just grab him and hurt him. Solar prefers to do his own repairs, he doesn't trust anyone else to really do them.

[deityoftherain]

Traffic Life Superpowers AU - Etho/Joel/Lizzie

I have a superpowers au (look at the link above for the full au) and jizztho is a ship within it! They are heroes and they are in a polyam marriage. The fic they are featured in is called honeybees, I'm home, but here's the summary/fic on Tumblr if you don't want to jump to AO3 quite yet. Look under the cut for their powers!

Etho Honeybee (They/Them) Alter Ego: Slab Status: Human Hero Power(s): Etho has tough, jagged teeth despite being otherwise human (assumed to be a gene passed down that was finally showing itself), a freakishly long tongue (think Hero Killer from MHA or Valentino from Hazbin Hotel), and intoxicating spit. The intoxication’s effects differ greatly but they range from making the victim unreasonably happy to drunk to poisoned. The longer the victim is exposed to the intoxication, the greater the effect and duration it has. Safe to say, Etho doesn’t use it often and they wear a mask to avoid spitting while they speak, which was a thing they did as a small child before they started wearing a mask and grew out of it. When they do use it, it is usually in the form of vials they have spit in previously and had tested by the lab. Etho tends to fight with various martial arts and fighting moves they have picked up over the years.

Fun Fact: The reasoning behind their powers is that I like giving things in canon a reason behind them! Since they always wear a mask, I wanted to give them funky mouth stuff so they ended up with jagged teeth, a long tongue, and spit that drugs people. I imagine they would want to stay somewhat discreet and better blend in compared to the other herbs (making villains not notice them as much) so they have a simple alter ego name.

Joel Honeybee (He/Him) Alter Ego: Helter Skelter (Hel Skel) Status: Bug Hybrid Hero Power(s): Joel is a bug hybrid and no one knows which one. His whole family line has had bug traits in it and they’ve given up on trying to figure out which bug it is. Bug families are just too similar, and his relatives often joke that they’ve probably created their own bug-like species at this point. Anyway, his bug traits manifest predominantly in green antennas and inhuman skin. The antennas can detect various odors in the air, making him fairly good at pinpointing smells and tracking things, though it can take some time. A fault is he often focuses on one specific smell or is so used to tuning it out that he becomes oblivious to things he probably should have detected sooner/but didn't. In addition, Joel’s skin is an alternate version of an exoskeleton. It is essentially hardened skin that is resistant to damage. When he experiences a excess amount of damage, his skin starts to molt off and he has to wait for the ‘exoskeleton’ to fully harden back up. This process takes four to seven days, depending on the damage, Joel’s diet, Joel’s energy levels, and etc. (It is jokingly referred to as Joel’s period by me and others, specifically his spouses, in the story.)

Fun Fact: Helter Skelter is an overly extra name, but I think it fits Joel well (plus it is a reference to SL) because look at this man! I love him so much. Anyway, I pulled his abilities from the antennas he's often drawn with because of Shrek past. He deserves to be a little bug boy!

Lizzie Honeybee (She/Her) Alter Ego: Shadowlady Status: Fairy Hero Power(s): Lizzie has beautiful, pink and silver wings and she can shrink to be about six inches tall (~15.24 cm). She can not morph herself into any other size though; it’s either her usual height or her little fairy height. She can also hide and swim in shadows, making her a great “fly (fairy) on the wall”. I might add more shadowy powers in the future, but I'm not sure which ones soooo :D

Fun Fact: I love it when people draw Lizzie with fairy wings because of the Fairy Fort in LL so, of course, I made her a fairy! Shadowlady is an obvious reference to her username. I try to not make their last names (Honeybee is a reference to Lizzie's SL; Joel and Etho took Lizzie's last name) an indication of their powers because that's boring, so hero name gets it instead! Lizzie is also an example of someone whose abilities aren't necessarily tied to her hybrid status. Hybrids are simply humans who have traits associated with other creatures, but they are technically abilities in a way? People can have multiple or similar but still distinct abilities at one time. Some people have really straightforward ones and others have more complex ones. It depends on how their genes mutated and decided to present in the specific person.

[kydrogendragon]

Bees? Bees!

🐝

Lmao, literally everyone has asked for bees xD Alrighty, tagging @pluckyyoungdonna and @introvertbibliophile since y'all asked for bees as well.

This was a Febuwhump prompt I hadn't finished, but was very excited for. The premise being that there was an old tradition for beekeepers that if the beekeeper (or family of the beekeeper) passed away, one was supposed to knock on the hive and let them know, otherwise the bees wouldn't be able to process their grief and the hive would fail.

So this takes place post The Wake in a version where Dream and Hob grew very close (whether in a relationship or not, up to you).

Hob walks out into the back garden of his home in the countryside. The flowers were in bloom, the small patch of bush beans and tomatoes and peppers and a scattering of other vegetables they had planted together were flourishing. Their leaves were strong and hardy. Their fruit, plump and shiny. Hob still remembers Dream kneeling beside him, his fingers trailing through the dirt on the cloudy spring day. He’d just started this new life a year back and had wanted to return to his roots some. Plus, food prices kept going up and it was satisfying to eat what you’ve grown with hard work. He had planned to make a dinner for the two of them with the harvest of their garden. The sun is shining bright and the air is sticky warm with humidity. It’s far too nice of a day for this. There should be rain, he thinks. Dream would have found it thematic. He dips into the storage shed at the edge of the gate and pulls the veiled hat over his head. He wouldn’t need the whole outfit, not for what he’s doing. He’s got jeans and a long sleeved shirt on as is. It’ll do. Besides, it’s not like he can die, right? The beehive sits inside a ring of wildflowers. Dream had planted those. Said they came from the dreams of the bees themselves. Hob had laughed, said they were going to have the most spoiled bees this side of the Thames. The flowers have wilted now—the only sign of decay amongst the thriving summer life. Hob tries not to cry. Clusters of honeybees dance around the wooden box, waggling with their pollen coated legs, talking in dance to their sisters. Dream had spent hours out here when they’d first gotten the hive set-up. He says their patterns and movements reminded him of the movements of early star’s dreams and the nightmares of some alien race Hob’s never heard of. (In fact, that was the first time he’d learned that aliens are also real.) He kneels beside the hand painted wood, trailing his fingers across the sun-worn black paint of two ravens—one much more realistic than the other. Dream had drawn the first one. A small raven with a white breast. Jessamy, Hob had learned. He’d heard her name, heard her story. Now he knew what she looked like. Matthew, who’d been enjoying the bird seed left out for the natives, cawed that he deserved a spot on the box as well, so Hob had done his best to make a decent rendition of him beside Jessamy. The smaller, fine brushstrokes of Dream’s hand over his own painting—refining it, bringing life and shape to the black blob—still remain.

The WIP Game list

[leeus-writing]

Mine

Request was for - Sephiroth + Soul mates Wing shape - NSFW

Mine

Sephiroth didn’t think he’d find his Soul mate. Particularly because he’d have to look at everyone’s back to find them. His Soul mark was a black wing on his back. Just the one on his right side. His friends, Genesis and Angel, used to tease him, say he’d need to walk into locker rooms to find his Soul mate. As time went by, the need to find his Soul mate was only growing.

It was like something inside him made him need you. His friends didn’t seem to have the same issue. When he spoke to Hojo his response was to grab a clip bord and state “interesting…”

Sephiroth responded with a “My mistake, I mean I’m hungry…” before leaving quickly.

Sephiroth in the end started to walk and walk, hoping that he’d find you. Finding himself drawn to wall market most nights. It was like a pull on his chest.

“Hey Sephiroth!”

The accent made him wince.

“Reno…” He replied with a weathered look.

“What brings you to wall market?” The Turk asked, semi interested.

The redhead draw in a drag on his cigarette and blew it out in a smoke ring. Sephiroth sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t need this when he was searching. He grit his teeth.

“I’m looking for someone,” He replied.

“Yeah? Who?” Reno asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

After all what business did a SOLDIER of Shinra need in wall market. Or particular who with…

“The other wing. My Soul mate. I need to find them,” Sephiroth replied, eyes wild.

Reno took a step back. He was a little creeped out. No one NEEDS to find their soul mate. He looked the silver haired man up and down, “Right… right, of course… What does your mark look like. I might know them,” he replied scratching the back of his head now wishing he’s said nothing as the SOILDER stepped closer, towering over him.

“It’s a black wing, on my right side.”

Realization crossed Reno’s face, “I know a bartender in the honeybee in who has that mark. I thought it was a tattoo.

~~

“Hey Y/N You have a private appointment,” Someone stated to you as you put the cloth down.

You frowned. Were they mistaken? You didn’t do that work. You just served the horny ass customers.

“Ummm? I’m sorry but I think you’ve made a mistake,” You replied laughing and continuing to clean getting ready for the night.

“Not for the price this person’s paying. Plus, he is a high VIP,” The house manager stated stepping towards you and grabbing your wrist.

“Hey, get off!” you snapped the manager dragged you from the bar.

You tried to pull back but the grip on your wrist was painfully tight. Another worker walked over to help the house manager as you struggled.

“I didn’t agree to this. Let me GO!”

You let out a cry as you were shoved through a door into a private room. Stumbling across the floor you stopped yourself from falling flat on your face. Looking up you spotted him.

Sephiroth

The silver haired SOLDIER.

His coat was already off, bare chest on show. He rubbed his chin with a finger before getting up from his seat. Walking around you, eyes almost wild. You noted his mate mark. Identical to yours. Yours was just on the other side of your back. Your heart skipped a beat.

Was this why you were dragged here. Did he pay to see if you were his true mate? Your heart thumped faster. Was this it? Was this how you found your true mate? Could he get you out of here.

Fear turned to excitement.

“Show me your mark…” he muttered tapping your back.

You slowly removed your top, revealing the mark. He touched it, almost laughing.

“Finally… FINALLY! I’ve found you!” He cried out scooping you into his arms and holding you close.

“Please, get me out of here. I know what happens if I stay longer,” You begged.

“Oh, my princess, I wont let anything happen to you now,” He whispered, voice twisted with excitement.

His mouth clamed yours in a deep kiss. It felt right, clicking into place something that was miss placed for so long. Your legs became weak, but he held you close. His free hand working at your trousers. You moaned into the kiss. All to aware of your surroundings, yet weak to the feelings your body was giving you.

“I don’t want to do it here,” You moaned.

“We won’t I just need to claim you a little,” He replied carrying you over to the bed, “We’ll be free soon enough.”

You frowned a little confused by his behaviour, however when he pulled the rest of your clothes free your instincts went wild. Something within your body was driving you to be with your true mate.

From talks with friends and others, this was different. The need is usually just to be close, not to submit to lust.

Sephiroth knelt over you kissing your neck, hand running down your body, fingers playing with the folds between your legs. He dipped his head down to your nipples, licking and sucking them.

“Oh!” You let out hands going to his hair as your body screamed for him.

A small part was saying, you don’t know this man. The other parts were louder. This was your mate. This was meant to be.

You moaned some more as his kissing moved down towards your pussy. His lips bushing the sensitive skin before his tongue stroked the skin. The tip of his tongue flicking your clit. You gasped gripping his hair, eyes squeezing shut. It wasn’t nearly enough, but you still didn’t want to cement the bond here.

He sicked on the sensitive bud before plunging his tongue into the slick. Your body screamed for him. His scent rubbing off on you.

“Ah… Seph!” You moaned before your orgasm hit, so easy.

You panted as he worked you through it.

“Perfect. My perfect mate, my perfect princess,” he said moving up beside you, “Lets get you free of here. Lets get you home and safe to begin our rule.”

His hand stroked your hair. “Yes… yes I want this, I need this,” You replied nuzzling into him, feeling safe. Feeling the need to be with him.

[strfe]

[ blue lagoon ]  how do they typically react when faced with something they fear?[ sidecar ]  what type of person are they most likely drawn to?[ negroni ]  what is one piece of advice they would give others?

gently holds these questions at u with a gun (as weiss would do)

🐝 cocktail quiz / @endweapon

[ blue lagoon ]  how do they typically react when faced with something they fear?

although he'd like to be able to say well, his fears are so closely tied to traumatic events in his life that he more often than not freezes up and finds himself unable to think or act. on the flip side, dependent on what sort of fear he's confronted with, cloud has an equally unhelpful ( or helpful, dependent on the scenario ) knee-jerk reaction to lash out & attack the source. for example: if he was to find himself in a situation where, for whatever reason, he knew he was going to be posessed / made to enact actions that weren't his own, he would freeze up and for a moment become hollow, trembling and sick but unable to find the right words or actions to rationally help the situation. if sephiroth was in front of him, he would also freeze up, but this time enact violence shortly thereafter. there isn't a whole lot that scares him outside of deeply psychological things after all that he's witnessed. the prospect of hurting those he cares about, becoming what he hates most, losing himself in some way (again) or being a failure are all some of the worst fears he still wrestles with in some way. lesser triggers shake his nerves and just elicit the natural human response to anxiety and stress; agitation, trembling, sweating, etc.

[ sidecar ]  what type of person are they most likely drawn to?

another kind of person cloud finds himself gravitating towards are those who are genuinely kind. although they might not all be as fond of him, reserved and blunt as he is, those with a good heart can often recognize that he himself has a good one when it counts. it might sound obvious, but he's often sceptical of others & expects the worst of them. at the very least, he tries to be, to keep a semblance of distance. usually if somebody is truly good-natured, regardless of their demeanour, it's something he can just tell. maybe some part of him craves the attention he was so often denied in his youth and he wasn't certain how to ask for as time passed, and these people provide a warmth he's almost envious or guilty to witness. he kicks himself for saying or doing things that might come across as shitty, for lack of a better term, to these people, and tries to make it up to them in small ways of his own.

[ negroni ]  what is one piece of advice they would give others?

don't peek in keyholes at the honeybee inn.