#i dont think even if silver was able bodied he would have been able to move the cannon - they weigh SO MUCH

[sameteeth]

absolutely insane to me that silver's conversation w muldoon before he dies is one of truth and reassurance - silver admits he's terrified of being forced to rely on the crew and feels he needs to be strong and not need help to be useful and necessary and muldoon tells him that none of that matters, he's useful in a way different than a normal seaman would be and even if he wasnt the crew would STILL support and help him - and then muldoon is killed.

[coldbrewreid]

Falling the hard way.

[ Spencer reid x reader ]

WARNINGS: lots of mentions of anorexia, overexhaustion, professor - student relationship, sickly thin reader

note: this is how i cope, if you feel triggered by any of these please dont read. also, i am in no way trying to romanticise eating disorders.

Summary: when you joined university, you thought it would be different than highschool, but you were wrong. The bullying stayed, making you relapse anorexia. Dr. Spencer Reid’s eyes worryingly go after you everywhere.

[READERS POV]

Another semester is ahead of me, today is the first day of new beginnings. You already went there for a year or so, but this time everything changed. As I pulled the clothes on my slim body, with coffee in hand, I left my apartment. Everyone was treating me differently since I lost a lot of weight.

Some with fascination, some with frustration, but non with worry. Until this day. First lesson for the day was criminology, so I rushed to the room filled with some students already. All that hurry made me really dizzy, so after finding my seat, I took some more sips from my iced americano. I left it in the fridge yesterday, it was still good thought. When an unknown middle aged man walked into the room, my eyes widened. Who is this dude, and where’s our old teacher? She wasn’t that tempting as this fine man was.

- Good morning Students! My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. As you might know, unfortunately Dr. Flamming died yesterday. - He sighed, then look around a bit. We locked eyes for a moment, and it almost made me as dizzy as pe classes did back in highscool. His beautiful hazel brown eyes struck into me like lighting, leaving me scarred for the rest of my life. I can’t have him. First of all, he’s my professor, second of all, he’s like fourty- and last but not least: I’m fucked up. I wouldn’t be able to recover if somebody was watching over me, waiting to fatten me up so they can make fun of me. I have to do this on my own.

He started teaching, this time we talked about trigger. How criminals get sucked into, and destroy their life for something that happened to them. I have been only bad with myself, so no jail for me. Maybe the mental hospital would be a good idea, but I’m not even sick enough for that..Will I ever be?

I saw the girls, even some boys were already amazed by Dr. Reid. No way I would ever have a chance with someone like him.

I stood up way too fast, when the class was over. I wanted to go out for a cigarette, so I can clear my head. Ruining my plans, my vision went blurry, and my stick legs gave up their duty. I fainted, like on those stupid eating disorder movies. How lame, I should know fucking better then this.

I woke up in a hospital, which already made me panic big time. I wanted to leave, but someone prevented me from doing so. I thought it was a nurse, but no. It was my criminology professor.

- Hey! Go easy now. You have to stay here. You are severely malnourished, but I think you are aware of that fact too. - He sighed, and soon a nurse came in too with…food.

- No thank you, I’m not hungry! I’m curious about when can I leave? - I said, sitting cross legged on the cheap bed.

- You can either have this meal young lady, or you can have the tubes again. - It’s the same nurse as five years ago. I hate my luck. I saw Dr. Reid was worried, so I took the plate. - Thanks. This was just a tiny slip up, I promise. I’m way better! - I said to the woman working here. She sent me a disbelieving scoff, and left the room.

- What a bitch. - I muttered, and picked up the plastic fork. Usually they give silver ones, but they know me already. Once I tried to attack a nurse who was trying to force feed me.

- She is just worried. We all are. - He started at me, volunteeringly watching me eat. - Do you want some help? I know it’s hard to get yourself to do it in this headspace.

- Don’t profile me. I like privacy when I’m eating. Okay? - I looked at him annoyed, but he only smiled a little. What a jerk!

- Absolutely not. I’m gonna sit here, and watch until you finish that. - He sat down, leaning forward to watch me play with my food.

- Are you into feederism or something? - I sighed, and slowly started eating, drinking some water after each bite.

- No, I’m not into eating disorders in general. Listen, you don’t know me. Why don’t you speak about your relapse? It’s easier to tell someone you hardly know. And maybe I can help. I’m pretty big into psychology as you could probably tell. - He chuckled a bit at the end, and god it was adorable.

I swallowed the food that was in my mouth, drink some more water, and started speaking again.

- Well, why not. It’s stupid tho. There was this phase in high school when I would hardly eat anything, and throwing up after I had something. It was because all of middle school, they bullied me for my size. They even pretended to like me, so they can wound me harder after I believed them. It was a nightmare. Anyways….I somehow recovered, and now I’m here again. I had some of my old friends tell me that I gained a lot of weight and that hit the spot probably. - I fought back tears at the end of my speech, I was embarrassed, mortified even.

- I saw your picture up on the university wall. You are one of the top students. You looked really pretty. Mesmerising. You weren’t even chubby. I realise they probably meant that in a positive way, meaning that you are glowing, you look healthy, and..yourself. But for a former anorexic, it’s really stupid to say that. A simple compliment would have been better. I’m so sorry. Come here. - He spread his arms, inviting me to a hug. I was very vulnerable, so I gave in.

- You did so well. So so well, and I’m really proud of you. I mean it. - He pat my head as soon as he let go of me, and I honestly thought I was in heaven.

[chateau7afra]

Folklore in Fargo

Spoilers ahead, Sailor.

One of the things I loved about Fargo this season so far, is the incorporation of Folklore, suberstition and God. We meet Ole Munch (Sam Spurrell) in the first episode. He seems to be a regular hitman of sorts, who is set on Dorothy (Juno Temple) He comes across a bit excentric and the way he talks and dresses seem very anachronistic. We also learn, that Dot is not the regular homemaker and loving mum, she seems to be. Munch and his handyman set out to kidnap Dot. Munch and his handyman aren't able to capture her and the handyman was killed in the process. We get to know Roy Tillman (John Hamm) who was the one who sent Munch on his mission, but because he failed the task, Roy is not paying Munch, which sets off a rather bleak storyline in which Roy and his son Gator (Joe Keery, my love) try to kill him. He escapes! The most intriguing thing about Ole Munch is one, the ritual he performs at the Tillman Farm. He kills a goat, covers himself in it's blood and leaves a message for Roy over his Daughter's beds. And two, the flashback to Wales in 1522. See now, this is where it gets weird. And where I had to google some stuff.

We see a character, dressed in what seems to be clothes of the lower class, entering a house full of upper class people who are in mourning, dressed in black and weaping. We have a funeral on our hands here. The poor person looks like Ole Munch. Is it him? Is it an ancestor of his? We dont know. On the belly of the deseiced is a plate with food. When Munch enters the house, there is a tense energy in the room. Munch walks up to the dead body and consumes the food offered on the plate in an almos animalistic fashion. The people in the room gasp, some of them disgusted, some of them afraid. Or both. Before Munch leaves, he gets two silver coins. Which must have been a lot of money back in the day, I did not research that. But we clearly witnessed some sort of ritual happening. It turns out, sin eating was a practice rich people took part of in Wales, Ireland and England in the 1600s. A willing poor person was invited to literally eat the sins of the deseaced person, so they could be welcomed at the pearly gates, with a clean record. All the sins are transferred, to the person who ate the food. A grewsome fate for people at the time, but hey, a mans gotta eat. The world is bleak, so I don't go with the rational reason in fiction, ever. I like to think that Ole Munch ate so many sins, that he became a spirit, that can not die, who is forced to wander around the earth forever, and for some reason chose america. His very beautifully written monologues would suggest that. They almost sound shakespearian.

But how does this play into the bigger theme of Fargo S5? Well, if you think about it, the whole season is about unpaid depts and consequences. Dot ran away from Roy and the farm, because of domestic violence. In Roy's book, she owes him, because she made a pledge to him, when they got married. Ole Munch sees a debt not paid, because he didn't receive paymant for "eating the sin" of kidnapping Dot. Dot's husband's mother, who is a very rich lady played by the brilliant Jennifer Jason Leigh points out "What is the point of being a billionaire, if you can't get someone killed.", while on the phone with an ex-president, apparently Bill Clinton, if I remember right. It's like, we never got over the sin eating, because with money and power, you can pay your way out of any circumstance, be it kidnapping or murder. There is always going to be someone who needs the money more than their soul. And there is always going to be someone who takes advantage of that. Roy Tillma, quotes the bible a lot. He thinks of himself as a right and just man and leader, even though he likes to bend the law to his will. He does not give a flying fuck about the law as it is "dictated by washington" and funds a right wing militia with taxpayer money. He is the law of the land. These scenes sent shivers down my spine.

Anyway. All of the storylines in this show are so amazing and worth writing about. Go watch it, you won't regret a second.

[jaylleoo14]

Its not the spooky season anymore 😔 But I dont need it as an excuse to write it!

TW// Dark/gory/horror themes up ahead so tread carefully

I've been thinking, imagine what the characters would be like as serial killers. Who would be a best fit for one? And honestly, I feel like I'm able to write all of them as possible ones, well except for Ortho. Okay and maybe for Silver too but everyone else I think I can make do with it. I think.... I feel like characters that are obvious to fit the role is already generic such as Jade or Leona or Malleus! So i wanted to get more creative and try to expand more on the other characters. It would be fun to write about them though but I want someone who I think would fit the role just as nicely. Riddle and Trey was also a close one but I just really thought there could be someone more fitting. And what better character than to do the secretive man himself, Cater! I love Cater! And the potential he has a killer! Huihuihuihiuhihi Its making me shiver just thinking about it (with excitement) Perhaps I'll make the narrative as if you are looking through his eyes. That would be a fun read, no? Well I'll definitely switch the narrative to you and him but its a fun thought!

One day your boring, depressing, and mundane life gets interjected by Cater, the fun loving and bright barista! Some days you would always find yourself dreading as to why you should even continue. You live in a shitty area and your living situation is a mess, your neighbors are always partying, your boss is always picking on you, you're family situation is complicated, and all your friends seem to have moved on doing their own things in life. Life sucks, why do you have to go through this? You just want to go home already. Recently whenever you come by this super cute cafe this barista is always happily greeting you. "Another rough day?" He asked one day, and ever since that question you both have been making small talk whenever you would come by. He was easy to talk to, very friendly and bright. He was something you looked forward too during your days before and after work. One day when you go by the cafe you don't seem to see Cater around. Instead another worker rings you up instead. Out of curiosity you ask them where Cater was, and to none of their surprise that it was you who asked they simply answer with a "he called in sick." They recognize you as well considering you are a regular patron, one of the many other people who seem to enjoy Caters livelihood. Well you needed it in your life anyways. When you take a drive to your workplace you hear on the radio that two missing reports have been filed just last week, and to add on, just today they found a dead body belonging to one of the missing persons. They've been found brutally handled, the skin of their face peeled off and missing. What a grotesque and horrific way to go out.

A killer has been out on the loose in your city for who knows how long now. Though one thing is for certain, they've been going on for quite sometime now, all the victims going out in the same vindicative way. With their faces taken from them. This killer has been going on for quite some time now, but its just recently that they are starting to make another strike. For how long exactly? Who's to say. One thing for sure though is that you plan to save enough to finally move out of this godforsaken city, your awful apartment, and quit your damn job once you make enough. Despite all these killings going around, a lot of people seem to still go by their normal days just only hoping that they wont be the next unfortunate victim. "I hope Cater's alright" You say to yourself as you turn off the radio. The weather has been getting a lot colder lately, and it has been frequently raining. It would make sense that he'd get sick. Hearing about the reoccurring news causes you to let out a sigh, taking a mental note to be a bit more wary now.

You both don't really delve into each others personal life like that, so you can only hope for the best that he has someone to take care of. However on the way to work your light makes you stop and next to you is a deep alleyway. The day still being freshly new, the weather being a dewy light blueish grey after a slight rain, you dont care to look anywhere around you until a little glare hits your eyes on the side. Without much thought you turn around to see what the cause could be. Perhaps a shiny or passing car? Or perhaps it was just the reflection of someone's skateboard on the nearby sidewalk next to your car, or maybe it was- Oh.

. . . Oh

Your heart drops. You suddenly feel cold and goosebumps arise in you as you slowly flare up and your eyes widen with hyperactivity.

Someone is over there

In the alley way, next to you. Just slightly, are you able to make out a figure hidden under the shadows casted by the surrounding and clustered buildings.

Someone with a dark hoodie to blend in with the shadows, their back slightly angled towards you in the dark.

HONK

A car honks from behind you and you're woken from your trance. Just then though, the person in the alleyway slightly shoots their head towards where the sound of the honking originally came from quickly and for a split second your eyes meet. You hit the gas pedal, quickly speeding off with your heart racing as you pass the streetlight. Your cold clammy hands grips onto the steering wheel as you slightly speed off in a hurry and you bury yourself into your seat as the sound of your engine revs away down the dampened street.

They saw me...... I saw them...... they saw me

Was that? Did I see, the killer?

As he watches you speed off in your car he turns back to his finished business. The bloodied and lifeless corpse in front of him lying in a dirty puddle mixed with gravel and rain water from the earlier light rain. With his bloodied gloved hands, a dark shining glint glossing over it, he brings it to drag his mask down to inhale the dewy freshness of the air and out with a heavy breath.

"Ah, Cay-Cay should've been more careful huh?"

With no response he only laughs to himself a bit, nudging the lifeless corpse with his foot as if it were a ball.

"Oops. Forgot you've kicked the bucket now. Oh well, they didn't see me anyways. I shouldn't worry too much anyways."

"heh, who would've thought It would be (y/n) to see me down here... I guess I'll keep a close eye on them from now justttt in case."

Definitely will expand on this when I have the time and finish my other work, but oh how I cant wait to share! >< This is just a base and loose little draft for me to go off of but I was thinking of something like Cater placing pictures around the victims, pictures of perhaps locations to where he could have put their faces. But regardless, I think it'd be fun to write a really slow burn between you and Cater, a psychological horror experience :3

[mayg-b]

After thinking for sometime Sebek came to the conclusion that he was panicking a bit too much, even if something similar happened to Silver, same assassinations can happen as well 

Sebek was lying down on his bed, thinking about his situation and Silvers assassination when someone knocked on his door

knock knock

"Young master, can I come in?"

"You can"

answered Sebek as he got up from his bed

"your grandfather wants to meet you immediately"

 

Sebek looked at the Maid and didn't said a thing, he felt like he was a worker going to meet his boss, very nervous he nodded his head 

'I will just have to not to get out from Sebeks character, Baul is his grandfather he will surely know something is wrong with his grandson if I dont'

 

 

 

 

 

Baul Zigvolt one day woke up very confused and just seconds after he felt memories that was not his fill up his head

And pain

 

Very big headaches

 

He realized he went into the novel his eldests grandchildren have been talking about non-stop

But he never was interested in magic and fantasy books, he preferred classics more -something his grandchildren said was because of his old age- 

But know, waking up in the book he knew little to nothing about made him regret not reading it just a bit, a tiny bit but nothing more than that..

 

Well atleast he got the original baul's memories

 

Thinking about his youngest grandson and how this bodies own grandson was such alike made his heart softened, in his memories he saw how the the bodies owner refusing to send the grandson to train with someone more stronger because apparently "the stronger person" was bodies owners....ex?

 

 

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Well he was not going to think too much about those memories.

 

But he will definelty make this grandson his "exes" student as the way child wanted

 

 

 

When he heard from a butler -Cameron, he remembed butlers name- about how his grandson was acting strange, Baul felt something strange but decided to shrug it off since it went away as fast as it came, but hearing child not being himself worried him a lot, greatly even.

 

 

But also knew he still had a lot of troubles and he also knew after he is finished, his grandson would be really happy

 

 

 

Hearing the murder attempt made him see red, he left the capital's military headquarters in a rage, just ad he was happy to share the good news with his grandson such horrible act happened, it irritated him as much as it angered him 

 

Hearing child's health being okay only managed to calm a bit, just a bit

 

 

 

Baul wanted to meet his grandson way faster, but he was scared child would become overly-excited and hurt himself when he would give the news to him

-no he wasn't making up excuses because he was nervous, where did you get the idea?-

 

The doctor -Madeley- said he needed rest for 3 days so baul tried to wait for 3 days, but he wasn't as patient as he hoped resulting him going to his grandsons room one evening 

But opening the door, and seeing the kid sleeping so peacefully, he didn't had the heart to wake him, so he quickly left

 

Finally he had the -guts- time to call his grandson for a meal and talk

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Baul just hoped it would go better then the talk he had with the other one

 

AND OF CHAPTER 4

Here is the 4 chapter, it's bit too short for the time I took, but I kinda forgot about this-

But now that I have a motivation and a little bit imagination I hope I will be able to write the next chapter much faster

@psycheprincess @sbk-zgvlt

[jackienautism]

What do you think about the werewolf blood lore in the Quarry. I think it’s stupid imo

like. i assume you mean how werewolves won't kill / eat someone just because they're infected / have werewolf blood? if that's not what you mean then that's my bad, please lmk what you do though!

but honestly i havent really thought abt that part of the lore? mainyl bc it really isn't that... important. and you don't even GET to see it in some maybe even most playthroughs. but i guess that just answers it for me, it's definitely a neat little detail if you end up getting / seeing it in game, but overall i don't think it was necessary? in the grand scheme of things, it's just, i dont know, it's just there. it's neat if it happens unexpectedly, but i suppose for what it is, it's not huge or important

that and like, before i say more, does abi get infected by kaylee in chapter 3? bc then it'd make sense why nick still attacks her in ch 6 even if shes bitten previously. due to kaylee being shot by silver before that scene takes place. but if it's not kaylee... then how come nick is able to kill her? wouldn't he smell(?) her werewolf blood and leave?

i guess that's another one of my criticisms for it, it's just... it's rather inconsistent? bc why would it only be put into effect when the infected person is JUST about to turn? since they're gonna have werewolf blood regardless of when they turn right? bc based on when this sort of thing happens in game, werewolves only back off when the person (dylan, kaitlyn etc) visibly looks infected. but like ??????? why? does it take a certain amount of time for the Werewolf to enter the blood stream? is that why and when people turn? is it just when the werewolf bite finally makes itself into the rest of the body? since it'd make sense due to there not being an exact science to how long it takes someone to turn... but if that's the case, why wasn't that explained more? does that even make sense biology wise?

LIKE OK. since we know that werewolves use their sense of smell in order to tell whether someone is one of them or not (think, infected kaitlyn and turned caleb in ch 10), so wouldn't they tell even if the person has been infected for just a little while? bc i can't imagine their smell being bad at all, due to being similar to dogs / wolves and all. but ????????? i guess they're only able to tell when the infected blood has spread itself throughout most of the body who the fuck knows. bc the same thing happens w/ rust and snake bites right? both take a bit to spread throughout the body... soooo is it assumed the same shit happens w/ werewolves and their bites? but how come they can't tell after initially being infected? is their sense of smell isn't as great as i think it is?

bc like. ryan can be killed by chris in ch 9 despite being infected by laura, and emma can be bit by that werewolf (silas? idr) in ch 6 despite being potentially infected by max previously. but i suppose they don't necessarily smell them beforehand? but wouldn't they be able to regardless of the time that has passed????? bc it's still gonna be in your blood / body regardless right?

AND OH I THINK I FOINALLY REALIZED WHAT YOU MEAN. LIKE. BEING ABLE TO JUST PUT WEREWOLF BLOOD ON YOUR FACE TO AVOID BEING KILLED YEAH? yeah i guess that's sort of stupid jndgjkfg i once again don't really have much to say bc i haven't rly thought abt it much. but once again again, it's sort of similar to what i said previously abt the other part of the blood lore, it's cool ig uess, but it isn't necessarily striking to me. it IS neat however thinking this character is gonna die bc you fucked up but they actually DONT..... in that case i like it, bc it's like. you assunme getting someone infected is a bad thing yeah? and i suppose overall it is, but in little cases, such as kaitlyn and dylan's, it ends up saving you! so that's fun

it def is more stupid that it plays the same effect as werewolf blood physically in someone's system though. but i suppose the smell would be stronger if it's just In The Open and On someone's face? i dont know man fdnfkgdf im so sorry i went all over the place here. you got me reeaaally interested in how it all works

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment post for aew dynamite 6/8/22

not a lot of matches announced... i wonder what will happen

battle royale!! oh no eddie is on first group?? nooooo "we hear from trent" what the. what is he going to say... i guessed tony nese would be first to be eliminated and i was right. yooo whoaaa there goes lance archer. i wouldve thought hager wouldve been tossed out first lmao john silver owns. his wacky run and then just started suplexing whoa! takeshita!!! i wouldnt mind if he won either i love the gunnacclaimed so much i cant imagine trying to follow this battle royale in pip. good thing i am able to pay fite to watch this garcia and hager have just been exclusively killing eddie this whole time pppowerhouse hobbs! bobby fish! dante martin! they have so many guys in this ring. they gotta start eliminating people OH!!!!!!!??? YUTA!!!!!!!!! i was going to say that chuck isnt going to be here and he is still on some sort of wrestle vacation but now that yuta is here chuck should come out and then get eliminated by him. for the drama oh no!!!! MAX CASTER!!!! there are literally too many guys in here. oh here we go, gunn club out HOLY SHIT!!!!! SWERVE???? BETRAYAL??? BUT THEY HAD A TAG TEAM NAME AND EVERYTHING!!! WHAT THE oh apparently wardlow has a talky segment later? interesting oh no! john silver! EDDIE AND GARCIA OUT? I DIDNT EVEN SEE. and hager NOOOO MY EDDIE KINGSTON DREAMS THO AND TAKESHITA TOO?????? i def dont know who is gonna win this now. all my guesses are out ricky starks... u_u lmao good thing they replayed the eddie bit whoa! darby out! man i wonder if andrade is gonna win this, then.... yay! yuta!! i like yuta but i dont want him to win this. he already had a good fight with mox. i want one of these other guys to have a good fight with mox oh!!! midair low blow!!! poor fenix... ANDRADE OUT????? now its just yuta and kyle???????????? oh its kyle. huh!

whoa. moxley speech i think moxley should win tbh. i think kyle is a fine person to lose to moxley. if kyle wins i will be shocked, confused, and mad

lmao they got hot mics for this entire commercial break. these mics are HOT and ON. im hearing everything

a brand new championship??? MORE championships???? ALL ATLANTIC CHAMPION???? rep your countries!!!! wows

buddy matthews vs pac!!! :)c yay pac both of these guys are fresh out of the shower. they are so damp two muscled beef men are grappling each other right in front of me

jr: "whats trent got to say" lmao. RUDE

huh... i wonder whats gonna happen during this Wardlow Talking Segment... is mjf gone for good? or...

"rooting for pac to advance" huh wha. in what, this? is this for the atlantic title? or in general. i stopped paying attention for a second oh apparently it is! thats sudden AND fast. glad pac is winning. i want miro to be the overall winner tho. go miro! go miro!!

EDDIE SEGMENT!!! eddie fighting hager... u_u hager...

LMAO THE RINGSIDE MIC STILL ON FOR COMMERCIALS hell yea HOT THE MIC

oh! TRENT MUSIC why am i being denied trent intro trent in regular clothes. what is going on here WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS TRENT DONT TELL ME THEYRE GONNA BREAK UP THE BEST FRIENDS. WHAT THE roppongi vice ftr rematch... oh yeah i forgot their match didn't have an actual winner. it got interrupted oh what if we have an ftr trent trios match against njpw?? HELLO oh its osprey. i know people hate this guy for realsies they beat up trent u_u

regal and the undisputed elite segment lmfao at tony schiavone's silent "wow"

hangman page vs david finley!! hangman... :)c big chops!! man the audio mixing on this ep is jacked up YOU CANT DRINK RANDOM PEOPLE'S BEER DRINKS!!! ITS COVID TIMES!!!!!!!!!! HANGMAN NO get 'em, hangman! :)c what a solid body move finley asscrack reveal buckshot!!! yay hangman

talk to me hangman. whaddya gonna say... forbidden door... iwgp!!!!!!!!!!!!! hangman!!!!!!!!!! OKADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh adam cole is sassin it up. oh are the adams gonna be fighting again? boo adam cole. booooo

oh! thunder rosa segment "whoa! marina shafir" lmao tony hello. the women are looking into each others eyes and talking about how they wanna be each others problems

wardlow time! whats this gonna be about... not wardlows world!! whoa. wardlow is pro-punk. oh, actually, yeah thats fair. i wouldnt want wardlow to be interim title guy either. he should get a good shake. oh!!! tnt wardlow!!!???

oh! its mark sterling again! hes still repping the security guards "you ripped up LEGAL DOCUMENTS on LIVE TV. you cant do that, you DUMMY!" lmfao!!! i love mark sterling TWENTY-- WARDLOW WOULD LOVE TO KILL TWENTY SECURITY GUARDS. HE ALREADY DID IT, HE'D DO IT AGAIN NO PROBLEM

oh! its the young bucks! "nice room, bucks of youth!" the hardys are here! LMFAO jurassic express is here now too. i love a bunch of guys standing in a room my friend said this is bte shit and it is. its making me laugh jungle boy is so O_O jungle boy's "what" was SO innocent omg ladder match! are they finally going to do "christian cage pushes jungle boy too hard" angle... a ladder match tho. but jeff hardy..........

oh! its marina shafir vs thunder rosa thunder rosa with the kill bill outfit! yay hell of a kick by rosa on the zoomout cam whoa what a counter! and for the win too

oh no! who is gonna save thunder rosa toni storm is here! ohhh...! aggression... da tension.

the baddies segment! lmfao stokely just standing in from tony schiavone thank you baddies for continuing to push alien statlander. more copium to get me through these trying times

oh! kris statlander vs velvet, evil mode rematch! OH!!! FTR TRENT TRIOS MATCH REAL!!! YAY (but also: huh...) lmfao wardlow 20v1!!!!!!!!

its moxley vs kyle time! im crossing my arms. if mox doesnt win then i will riot drinking floor water... moxley... the collywobbles? british NERVOUS... SLAP FIGHT ragdoll...

cool pin moxley thats good. im glad moxley won

secret bonus fite clip

[gayemeralds]

4, 8, 9, 15!! plus a bonus 19 from me... my favorite scene of yours of all time is still probably tails telling vanilla that sonic did his best to take care of him but also understanding that sonic was only 11 (sobbing) ... but other ones that give me emotions are, silver finally telling sonic he dies young and rouge and vector talking abt sonics origins. u have so much good stuff its so hard to pick

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

hmmmmm for instant gratification i love doing one shots but multi chapters are SO FUN i love writing a big story with multiple moving parts. im just so bad at finishing them 😔

8. What kind of document do you use to you write? Microsoft Word? Google Docs? Straight in the AO3 text box?

for a very very very long time i would just write in my email as a draft until i finally moved to google docs. lol.

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

“Enjoy it all while you can,” Metal Sonic says, revving up his jet. He has plans to make, to set into motion. He needs to get better, and fighting Sonic like this hasn’t been working. He has to change his behaviour.

Sonic watches him. “Enjoy what?”

Again, he considers not answering him. But perhaps, if Eggman ever succeeded, if Eggman succeeds in taking over in this timeline, if Sonic’s luck runs out… Metal Sonic wishes he had taken more time to appreciate the small things. Flesh bodies are weak. But it was still his body.

“Being able to bleed,” he answers, before jetting off into the distance.

(from where will you be, if you can't find you? ive been thinking about the metal sonic is sonic roboticised theory lately haha)

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

i tend to explain time travel in the same manner in all of my time traveling fics… i just think the allegory of time existing as a knitted blanket is the most easily digestible version and makes the most sense to me haha

i have characters tap their chin a lot or quirk their brow simply because I do that (haha i do that!)

also sometimes i read those “dos and donts of writing” tip posts and something i do a lot is have characters say other characters names in conversations (like, “What do you think, Sonic?” or “I don’t know, Amy, that sounds like a bad idea.” etc) but apparently that’s like, unnatural and people don’t do that in real life much? which is funny because i name drop people irl literally all the time idk why

also hopefully this doesn’t get noticed a whole bunch but I have a nasty habit of just dropping the subject of a sentence or putting it at the end. like yoda. so i have to go back and edit my fics a lot over that lmao because sonic characters don’t talk like that

19. uno reverse !!! loved that fic care and maintenance of, especially the beginning where even concussed Sonic’s first priority is to check on tails asap. they are so… SIBLING!!! so good so good

also i KNOW im going to love ur explaining impossible ideas to impossible people i know it i know it in my heart i just haven’t read it but i know i’ll love it

[whiteerrors]

HOLLOW HEARTED

Rk900 x Heisenberg

A Resident Evil/Detroit Become Human Short Story

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Have you ever wondered what it was like to be torn open from the inside? Cain did at one point. His fingers twisting. Struggling to fight against the man who resembled a living EMP. His vision scrambled and shifted as he stared up at the old man before him. The greying hair that hung down at shoulder length. The trench coat and glasses he wore. Coated in scars. His grip on him was something he was incapable of breaking free of. Body no longer of his own free will as his broken body would bend and shift to the man's will pike a puppet.

"Your something else aren't you?" He asked in a low tone. Cain on his knees bowing low to him. Being an unfeeling machine one would expect no fear. But he feared this man. He had no control over himself. His blue blood coating the floor from a fractured arm the other had forcibly ripped from its socket. Wire and tubing exposed as Cain huffed. Not that he could breath. But hyperventilation was an involuntary deviant glitch. One that was not being driven back by his firewall made specifically for keeping deviancy out of his head.

"Y-y-you don't have to do thi-this-" voice glitchy. Shaken almost. And he wished that firewall did kick in to save his ass. But the Emp was causing so many malfunctions in his system even his Amanda program was gone. And his silver eyes so small it showed his fear. Led flashing red like crazy with no signs of stopping.

"Please. Spare me the god damn sob story. Didn't think I'd ever be saying that to a talking junkheap." He chortled lightly as his fingers wrapped around Cain's chin to force eye contact. Eyes peering into him like a man studying the impossible." I know you must be looking for a name to this monster. Am I right?" He asked with an amused grin. Teeth were surprisingly well kept among them." I'll humor you. Just this once. Karl Heisenberg."

Cain remained silent. As Heisenberg rose a brow as if to wait for the next answer. For the robot to say something until it did." C-c-ccccaaaaiiiinnnn."

"Cain?" Heisenberg hummed in question as he snapped his finger." From that biblical mumbo jumbo from the bible? Cain and Able?" He couldn't see straight but Cain could tell he was on the verge of laughter. Only to stop. His expression rather serious between the two as he raised his hand. Cain's body rising like a metallic puppet once more. His eyes wide as his sensors indicated damage to his legs. The wsound of bending plastic and splattering noises could be heard between them. Till he was dropped to the floor like an animal. A pool of blue blood seeping onto the factory's floor. One arm and one leg gone.

"Its odd not hearing screaming. The technology the bastards out there are making these days is fucking impressive. You look human. Hell even sound human. But I know you don't feel any of this. How could you, Cain? Your not alive after all." He kneeled over him. Such curiosity filling his gaze. He wondered what made this machine tick. No doubt a heart but not like that of a humans. His fingers lacing the chest of Cain. Its skin like color shifting to plastic undercoat as he raised his hand over it.

"Nnnnoooooo d-don't! Chris!" He yelled. He couldn't cry even if he wanted. But the fear was what made Heisenberg stop.

"Did you say Chris? That bolder punching asshat?" He said too much. He knew it.

But also...that statement kept him alive for the moment as he pulled Cain closer by his collar." You work for him?"

He didn't answer as he looked into his sensors and saw that minor damage had been added to the eternal pump.

"Y-yeeesssss." He choked on his words." Ddddoooont.."

"Dont worry tin can. I ain't gonna dissect you just yet. I got a bone to pick with that asshole anyway. Do me a favor. Sleep this off why don't you?" A surge of electricity surged through him. Shutting cain down almost instantly.

Leaving him in a everlasting darkness.

[free-pool-trash]

dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

masterlist

The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

[heresathreebee]

Kinktober Day 23 WINDOW/BALCONY SEX

Tags: 18+ | 2k words | swearing, unprotected sex, undercover, established relationship, semipublic sex, oral sex (female receiving), standing sex, choking, pregnancy mentioned

AN: unedited and inspired in part by blueeyesatnight's Marcus Moreno fic

Rick's knuckles wrapped gently on the bathroom door. "Enter." 

He opens the door and whips his head back in exasperation. "... you know if you weren't done, I woulda been more than happy to wait outside…"

You chuckle. "It's fine. I'm on the toilet but I'm not on the toilet." 

Rick cautions a glance over his shoulder and realizes you are wearing sleep shorts and sitting on the lid. He steps into the bathroom and examines the empty countertop with some confusion. 

"Are you ok?" 

You purse your lips and show him the object in your hand. A pregnancy test. Rick's heart skips a beat and he tries to keep his breathing even. 

"It's been over ten minutes but I can't bring myself to read it," you say sheepishly. 

You see the way Rick puts on his mission face. He offers a hand and helps you stand, slipping an arm around your waist to hold you close and taking the stick from you. 

"You pee on it already?" You snicker and nod your head. "Ok, I'll look." 

He sees you hide your face in his shirt and doesn't catch your 'dont tell me what it is' because it's muffled. A quick assessment of the mostly unfamiliar object tells him it's a test, it has a handle, a specimen strip (currently capped), and a window for results. A window that says… 

"Uh what does one line mean?" 

You lift your head. "...not pregnant." 

You both sigh in relief. Someday, you agreed silently, someday... just not today. You push off Rick's warm chest and toss the test in the trash. 

"Get dressed, we've got some state secrets to steal." 

~

As per usual nothing goes as planned and running would be so much easier if you weren't wearing heels. You look dazzling in your dress but you have to pull it up and out of the way and can't really carry anything else in your hands. 

Gunfire lights up from the stairwell as you pass and you hear the door being kicked open. You throw the silver needle adornment from your hair and very nearly kill Rick Flag, who's standing there in black tie with a gun. 

"Sorry," you say, "where'd you get the uzi?" 

"Found it– don't you need something, darlin'?" 

You whip around and start to jog down the hallway, Rick easily keeping pace with his long dancer's legs and flat oxfords. "We were never going to give him that case right? America doesn't want a foreign dignitary with an orbital strike system, right?" 

"No shit." Rick breaks the handle of the door to your room. "Elevator broke?" 

"Elevator weighed down with bodies." 

"Of course it is…" Rick secures the room and comms the other members. Half are still alive and distracting the target, but he's entered a murderous rage and if they let him get any feistier they won't be able to stop him. Rick turns when he hears his name and sees you standing there. "What you need?" 

"A hand up." You point at the vent in the ceiling. "I stored the briefcase in there." 

"Why?" 

"Why are we stalling with questions– I can't reach it without you!" 

Rick huffs and sets his gun down. He takes a knee and cups his hands, not expecting your barefoot to be there but a second later your knee is on his shoulder for balance and he stands back to his full height. He hears you slide the grate aside and watches the door for movement. 

"Find it?" 

"Patience is a virtue," you sing. 

"Not right now it isn't!"  

Something rocks the building like an earthquake and thinking fast, Rick puts his hand on your butt to steady you. He inadvertently reaches up underneath your dress and makes a very interesting realization. 

"No underwear?" 

"In this dress?," you fire back. "Let me down, I got it." 

The day is saved thanks to a precision orbital strike from a satellite that happened to be in position where you needed it most and your minor experience with coding language. The only thing that blew up that day was the jekyll hyde changing monster and the hotdog stand he was about to throw at Deadshot. 

Since the mission took place in the wildly crowded streets of urban Japan, everyone is forced to flee as evac would not be available until the following night and sticking together would make you look extra suspicious. 

The briefcase was, sadly, destroyed by a mysterious second strike, rendering the weaponized death ray once again nothing but an orbiting hunk of metal above the earth's atmosphere. 

You specifically get a room in a hotel with Rick posing as honeymooners. You pout at you look out the window and lament how you wanted to fuck him on the balcony. Rick laughs from the bed and takes his shirt off, flinging it onto the pile of clothes on the lounging chair. 

"Didn't have time for that, sorry baby." 

You discard your dress in one go, flinging the shimmering red thing into the pile and walking around naked. "We should do that the next time we go up to the cabin." 

Rick hums in agreement and watches you strut like you own the place. 

"I could get used to this view," he says, reclining by the headboard. 

You stop by the window and lean over it, dangerously close to exposing yourself to the busy street below. "What? This view out here?" 

Rick feels a stirring in his gut. Your nipples are hard, hair loosened from it's binds and the neon signs paint your sink in bold colors. Instead of answering you, he gets up from the bed and approaches. 

"You've got that look in your eye again," you say with a smirk. 

"And what look is that?" He stops in front of you and he's so close you can almost feel his body heat despite him not touching. 

"That I'm gonna fuck you six ways til Sunday' look." 

Rick hums in approval. "I was considering it." 

"Well? Hop to it, Colonel." 

He picks you up almost effortlessly and it has you in a fit of giggles. God, you missed going on missions with him. Waller and every crooked government agency with a hand on her pulse could suck an egg but sometimes those suicide missions were worth it just to be with him. 

You kiss him deeply and pull back, touching his ear for no other reason than to admire the engagement ring on your finger. "I'd say after that pregnancy scare, we should treat ourselves." 

"We can order takeout and fuck til tomorrow night," Rick offered. 

"Fuck first, food later." 

Rick laughed at you, "damn you must need it bad then! My girl gets what she wants…" 

He kisses you again and helps you wrap your legs around hips. His boxers are soft like silk and slip right down with the right maneuvers. Rick is content to knead your ass and bury his nose into your neck before pressing you into the window. 

You hiss. "Fuckin cold!" 

Rick pins you to the glass with his body and the contrast is stark. "See that? All those busy people down there just going about their mornings?" 

"Sun's going to be up soon," he growls as he leaves kisses all over your neck, "and traffic'll get backed up, there'll be hundreds of 'em out there." 

"What would happen if just once they looked up?" 

His query sent a shiver down your spine colder than even the glass. You didn't think you were into public shows– not really a PDA kind of person– but… something about a stranger happening to catch sight of you and your fiancée… 

You can't pretend it doesn't excite you. "Better give 'em a good show, don't you think?" 

Rick puts you down on your feet and makes you turn around. With a gentle hand on the back of your head, he guides you to press your face against the glass, then glides down until your breasts are pressed against it too. You can't see him bite his lip but you do notice when he bends the knee. 

"So pretty, darlin'," Rick praises, "and always taste so good, too." 

That was your only warning before Rick's hot tongue swipes up the base of your spine. A second later he's pulling your butt cheeks apart and licking you again in your intimates and you can't stop the mewl that escapes your body. 

"Rick…" 

The tip of his tongue greets your folds like a familiar friend and penetrates your entrance as a harbinger of things to come. He lowers his hand and uses his thumb to circle your clit knowing how wet you get when he's rough with you. 

The vibration of Rick's hungry moan has your eyes rolling back into your head. You've forgotten all about the numb tips of your breasts and the very viewable window you're pressed against. You can only think of Rick and his skillful tongue thrusting until it is replaced with two of his long fingers stretching you out. 

"Gonna come for me, darlin'?" 

You shake your head and your whiny breath fogs the glass. Rick pumps your pussy in long, deep strokes as he stands and leaves kisses all over your back. 

"Pretty girl, what am I going to do with you?" 

"Fuck me," you use your CO voice and you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. "We have all day to do it slow, I need you now, baby." 

"Yes ma'am." 

Rick pulls you back by your arms and once his tip breaches you, he pulls you back onto his cock like he's putting you on a pike. Your moan is long and loud, prompting him to pause as he bottoms out to regain a sense of control. 

You're probably disturbing your neighbors but you'll be gone soon. 

You can't stay still for long and wiggle, trying to get friction. It drives Rick into a frenzy, him locking your arms behind your back and fucking you hard inti the window. The slap of his damp hips makes you somehow even wetter with the obscenity of it. 

"Fucking love you," he hisses over your shoulder. "Always drive me crazy, good and bad, got nothing without you…" 

Rick's declaration of love is punctuated by the hand that slips around your neck and squeezes just a little. He probably can't hear himself think over how loud you're being. His day old stubble scratches your face as he whispers in your ear. 

"Wanna get a big house and a dog and make you mine forever." 

You come hard with tears in your eyes. Rick releases your throat and trapped arms, bracing one hand against the window and the other in a bruising grip on your hips as he fucks you to completion. He narrowly manages to remember to pull out and his cum paints your ass in ropes aplenty. 

You both fall to the floor, boneless and breathless. After a minute, you sit up on your elbow and laugh. 

"I want a cat," you pout. 

"No cats," Rick rolls his eyes. 

You hum knowingly. "You're going to be one of those dads, I just know it. You and a cat you didn't want becoming inseparable." 

Rick fake laughs. "Since you're in such good spirits why don't you call for takeout?" 

~

A week later you're still experience whatever weird symptoms you had before you toom that pregnancy test. Rick halfmindedly tells Harley over a breakfast back at the prison about it. 

"Was it a drug store test?" 

"I didn't look at the price tag on the packaging, Harls," he shrugs, "she said one line means negative." 

Harley nodded but as he went back to cleaning a piece of his disassembled gun, she said offhandedly, "48% of cheap pregnancy tests of varying brands reported false negatives in a clinical study, but what do I know, I guess." 

Fuck he has to talk to you soon. 

[poppywrites41]

Captive Love Chapter 1

Prince!Yoongi x Maid!Reader

AN: this MIGHT turn into an ot7 fic. honestly depends on my mood, i dont rlly have a plan for this so it might not even be completed itself. Here is the first chapter for it. lmk what y’all think!!

If y’all like it, i will keep posting, but I will be busy until May with university assignments.

WARNING: Implied death, cursing, sexual references. There will be more smut and violence to come in future chapters. If anyone is triggered by smut, non-con, death or violence, DO NOT INTERACT ANY FURTHER IN THIS BOOK.

The man watched with cold eyes as the young female body fell from his hold to the floor with a thud. He kneeled down and places his hand on her neck to check for a pulse. When he found no signs of life, he sighed in annoyance, “Fuck...I didn’t even get to try her out yet.” What was her name again? He didn’t know. Well, he didn’t really care. If he is feeling frustrated, there is usually one in his vicinity doing her chores where he can just grab them and do as he pleases. They don’t fight and he likes that, but it has started to get boring. This girl was different. She was probably new and didn’t know what to do, so she had a tiny bit of fight to her. But, she apparently didn’t know how to clean his desk properly, so she got herself a little too hard of a squeeze to the neck.

The prince huffed and went down the hall to let the guards know to remove the body that was in his chambers. They immediately took action, rushing with haste to remove the inconvenience from their majesty’s room. The man walked into the banquet hall where his parents and 6 brothers were eating their dinner.

“Yoongi my daring!” his mother called him over to her, taking his hand, “you must try the elk! Jungkook killed it today and it’s the biggest one anyone has ever shot! It is absolutely delicious!” Yoongi looked over at his youngest brother who had two servant girls on either side of him, begging for his attention. It annoyed Yoongi that Jungkook could just bat an eyelash and would have 5 women at his feet ready to suck his cock. Why the fuck was he so popular? “Nice kill.” he said to the youngest as he sat down next to his second younger brother, Namjoon. Namjoon was one of the brothers he tolerated well. He was a smart man and handsome at that. If he had been born first, he would have been a good king. He also had good luck when it came to fucking.

“Mother,” Yoongi said as he was served a piece of elk with roasted vegetables, “I need a new bedchamber maid.” His mother sighed, “Did you dispose of another one already?! Didn’t she just start last week? Yoongi, this is the 4th one in the past month and a half!” “She couldn’t do her job properly. I did what I had to.” The second eldest prince huffed.

“Mother,” Jimin, the third youngest spoke up, “where are you finding these women? What’s their status?” “I think this last batch came from Hearthfield. A few of the girls were daughters of the noblemen whom we paid handsomely for.” she recalled. Jimin laughed, “That’s your problem! You’ve been getting girls who don’t do that stuff. You need to go to Seaport to find the best girls. That’s were I get my bedchamber maids from. They know how to work, and they know how to properly serve a man.” The queen smiled warmly at her third youngest, “Thank you Jimin. Yoongi, I will send out the guards to Seaport to find more women to work at the castle. You may come down to the courtyard and inspect them. Though you may not pick yet, for they need to be trained.” “Thank you mother,” Yoongi said as he dug into his meal.

“Y/N!” an older male voice called to the girl staring at the sea, “Go help your brother with the crab traps. Remember, females with eggs-“ “get thrown back, males as big as the palm can stay. Got it!” the young girl finished for him, jogging along the dirt path to their dock.

Y/N and her family are fishermen. Well, her stepfather and stepbrother are. Her mother passed away 3 years ago when she was 18 and she never really could recall her own father. Her stepfather wasn’t a bad person. He treated her like a human being, but there was always a wall that she felt he put up around himself. She and her stepbrother tolerated each other when it came to working. He wasn’t the worst person in the world, but he always made it known that he was superior to her. Sometimes she felt like she didn’t belong in her own home, but she enjoys working by the sea. She walked onto the dock where her stepbrother was already going through one of their crab traps. “Hey,” he said, not looking up at her, “you know what to do. Better go fast so we make it back before dark.” Y/N nodded and went to the next crab trap, opening it up and sorting their catch. The sun had begun to set when they finished. Y/N and her stepbrother loaded the wagon with buckets of crab. Her brother got on and started the horse towards the village where the best crabs will be picked to be taken to the royal family. “You go on back. I’ll take them.” her stepbrother said. She nodded and began walking back home. Y/N never thought much of the royal family other than being jealous that they get the best of what they caught. She sometimes wonders what they are like. As she walks back, she closes her eyes and feels the sea wind on her face. She can practically taste the salt in the wind. She’s happy here. She doesn’t need to worry about some royal family. Her life is good.

When Y/N was finally able to spot her home, she saw a group of men in armor with horses in front of her home, conversing with her step dad. She thinks nothing of it and continues her walk. She then notices the head guard hand over a sack of what looked like money to her stepfather. Y/N got excited thinking that maybe the royals were paying their subjects extra money for their good food and ran toward her stepfather. When she arrived, all of the men looked at her. “Is this her?” the guard asked her stepfather. “Yes sir,” he replied, “she does not have much to pack that she would really need there, so she is ready to go whenever.” Y/N looked at her stepfather in confusion, “Where am I going? What do I need to get?” Before he could answer, the guard spoke, “The king and queen sent us out to find young women to serve them in the castle. We seem to have had a drop in servants recently and are paying families to hand over their daughters.” “But you surly must have enough!” she said, sending a pleading look to her father, “we are happy here! I wouldn’t be much help! I only know how to fish!” “Y/N!” her stepfather’s voice increased, “You must go. We have barely had enough money to feed three mouths since your mother died. She would have agreed to this.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her family was giving her up? After all she had done for them? Tears began to well up in her eyes. The guard was the next to speak, “I will give you three minutes. Grab what you can carry, come back out and get into the wagon. We leave for the castle.” Y/N barley nodded and slowly walked into her home to her room. She got a small crossbody satchel and put her small stuffed bear her mom made her in it, her favorite shell and her notebook. She found her mom’s necklace and put it on. It was a simple necklace; a silver pendant that had the words “my love for you is as great as the sea” etched into it. When she came out, her brother had just returned. She looked at him and he avoided her gaze which broke her heart. “Come girl,” the captain said, “We haven’t got all day. We must return this evening.” Y/N nodded and followed his horse to the wagon. When she hopped on, there were only 6 other women. They were very pretty so she felt left out. Granted, Y/N didn’t really have the luxury of having a mirror so she never really knew if she was pretty, not that she cared anyways. She looked back at her home as it slowly disappeared from view, already missing her life on the sea. After what seemed to be a few hours, the group arrived at the gate of a great stone castle. Y/N thought the castle came straight from a fairy tale book.

The wagon was brought into the courtyard where there was an older woman waiting. The girls were lined up in front of her. She walked down the line of young girls, inspecting them. She sighed and turned around to face them all. “Welcome, ladies, to the castle of Bangtan. My name is Lilith and I am your head maid. You all have been chosen to be servants of the royal family. These duties include cleaning the interior of castle, serving food to the royal family at meals or guests during balls, doing their laundry or fetching anything they ask for. There are a few rules you MUST follow; NEVER look a royal in the eye unless told to by one, NEVER speak informally to a royal, only speak when spoken to and NEVER refuse service to a royal. Do what you are told and life will be easy. Now, your training will begin at 7 AM, I will take you to your quarters. I will show you where to meet me in the morning. Come along and do not fall behind.” The girls looked at each other in confusion as they followed the head maid into the castle. Y/N felt someone staring at her but when she looked back, she saw nothing. She quickly followed the group into the doors so that she won’t be left behind.

“So my darling,” the queen said to her second oldest son, “what do you think?” Yoongi huffed as he watched the girl with h/c hair rush to catch up to the group. “She looks like work,” the queen sighed, “hopefully she will last longer than the one who was disposed of three days after arriving.” Yoongi on the other hand was intrigued by the young girl. He couldn’t get a good look at her face, but her posture was different from the other girls. They were making themselves small while she stood tall. She seemed strong, like she had some fight in her. Yoongi is intrigued by that. The queen could see the wheels turning in his head, “Has one already caught your attention my dear?” “There is one that is particularly interesting,” he said folding his arms, “but we will have to see.” “Do not mess with them immediately,” the queen warned, “they need to train and get used to their new environment. Give them a week.” With that she pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked back inside. Yoongi went back to his room and lay down on his bed. He couldn’t get that h/c out of his head. He knew he was not supposed to interact with the new servants until they are properly trained, but what’s training without an actual royal? A smirk played on the prince’s lips as he thought about the next day until he fell asleep.

[lfc21]

Hellooo, my avidity for Hendo is unquenchable, so how about a part two where the wedding was terrible for her (lots of people, chaotic theme, anxiety attack); she comes back dispirited and feeling as though she's embarrassed her parents, and Hendo takes it upon himself to "comfort" her. Soft, vanilla Hendo with lots of sweet talk is what I was thinking....

A helping hand part 2

Part 1

"I am sick to death of that family!" You shouted bursting through the front door in utter anger at the days events.

You thought after yours and Jordans chat it would of been somewhat bare able, but no. The whole day was spent listening to people bitch about your boyfriend, bitch about how you moved to the other end of the country and bitch about the person you have become. You knew it was likely to get messy but not that way. It was one thing that they where terroring your life and judging you like you where some sort of painting but the amount of people who isolated you from conversations, pictures and dancing was unexplainable. You should of let connections slip once you moved away but you where so scared of loosing them, now it was clear it may of just been what you needed. The majority of the night wasn't even your parents, yeah a few digs here and there but the majority of the time you shared with them was bareable. It was everyone else. Cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents, friends where seeing you as something they could laugh at and make a fool out off. Your parents knew what was going on but they where too afraid to put a stop to it as they couldn't be seen as the people making a seen even if it was to protect their daughter.

"Was it bad then?" Jordan asked with a laugh thinking you where joking or being slightly dramatic at the day. You rushed into the living room staring at him in disbelief.

"Bad. Yeah it was bad" you replied with a forced smile showing jordan how mad you actually where and how much it was affecting you to the point you where this sarcastic and emotional. You where in disbelief and you didn't know how long that disbelief would stay that way until turning into upset and panic.

"Why what happened?" Jordan asked becoming quite concerned as to what had took place. Jordan placed his hand into yours and guided you next to him on the couch, he was still in his lfc hoodie and trackies due to the after math of the match and seemed to be relaxing until you came in.

"Just everything that I was worried about... everyone just pretended I weren't there, I was like some sort of object they could laugh at or upset!" You said becoming progressively louder as the emotions started to rush through your body. You leaned down and started to undo your strappy heel causing Jordans hand to trail up and down your back for comfort.

"Jordan I cant even get my heels off" you said with a disheartened look on your face but laughed slightly at how pathetic you actually sounded due to complaining to your boyfriend about your heels.

"Oh jesus" jordan mumbled with a laugh leaning down to undo your heel which he greatly succeeded in.

"Thank you" you softly spoke barely even a whisper as you fell back into the sofa letting a breath fall from your lips which you didn't even know you where holding.

"I think these heels would be quite nice on me" jordan joked holding the silver shoes infront of his eyes with a smile on his face trying to cheer you up. You laughed to yourself at just how daft your boyfriend was which was actually something you where drawned too. No matter what jordan would always find the positive in a situation and bring some light hearted jokes into it to atleast see one smile from you.

"I dont even think you could walk in them" you said to Jordan wanting to challenge him to see whether or not he would actually try them on. Jordans face turned into a rather sassy look and held alot of confidence within his presence.

"Oh babe don't challenge me" jordan joked flicking his hand over his shoulder pretending he had some gorgeous locks to wildly do the hair flip. Your eyes followed jordan over to the middle of the living room not realising that he was actually going to do.

"Babe please tie them before you walk otherwise we will spend all night in a&e" you pointed out making sure he had everything under control before he acted like bambie on ice. Jordan bent down carefully doing the heels up making sure not to break them on you or ruin them.

"Oh right here goes nothing" jordan laughed placing one foot infront of the other steading himself upon the soft carpet. You couldn't quite believe what he was doing and the extent he was going to to make you smile.

"Oh my god" you said with tears streaming down your face due to your laughs which filled the room aswell as Jordans.

-

The day was coming to an end and you had taken it upon yourself to get an early night after a very long and rather eventful day. Jordan knew you where still worried about the events and he didn't know how many kisses and cuddles he could give you before realising there was nothing else to do to make you forget the useless people in your life.

You sat yourself down on the edge of your bed looking at the wall infront of you. It was blank, and it felt just how your heart did in this very moment. Your mind was clouded with a million and one words associated with embarrassment and upset. Your curls where now falling from your hair and you still had your gorgeous dress on which was more than a waste as no one bothered to give it a second look or even comment on it. Your mind sent you into your own world. A world where it was just you and that's how the whole of today felt. You where like one tiny fish in a huge aquarium watching out of it and seeing the people who hated everything about you laugh and make fun off you. Before you knew it you had tears streaming down your face and washing your cheeks with hurt. Your hands made there way through your hair and tried to relieve the stress but of course it didn't work. You got up from the bed wanting to get changed into something more comfy and practical until you got interrupted by your phone going off - a text from your auntie and uncle.

You shouldn't of shown up today. You where invited strictly on the fact our son still enjoys your company. Your an embarrassment to show your face when you left us all the way you did.

You knew they where mean and you knew they where capable of alot but this! This was lower than low. You looked down at your phone in disbelief you couldn't understand why they would text such filf and nasty words to you on their sons wedding day. Tears started to pool at your eyes, taking control off everything that your brain was in charge off. Your brain couldn't react quicker to your emotions causing you to throw your phone across your bedroom out of upset and anger creating a sudden bang against the wall sending a loud bellowing sound through the house. You collapsed onto the floor next to your bed un able to keep your body up and look alive. Jordans footsteps where raising up the stairs as the worry started to set in as to what that noice was from, but there he saw you. He saw your small frame wrapped within your arms protecting yourself from the tears streaming down your face.

"Babe?" he whispered not believing this was the state the day had got you into. He made his way over to your small body and wrapped his strong arms around your delicate body. Your sobs turned into breaths fighting for space and shakes taking over yourself.

"Shhh I'm here...I've got you" jordan whispered into your ear kissing your hair delicately. You grabbed onto his t-shirt with your small hand not wanting his body to withdraw from yours. His embrace was the only thing that was calming you down and you started to realise the situation you where truly in within your family circle.

"Jords do I-I need them?" You asked with a sob at the thought of letting this question slip out of your mouth. You truly new the answer - you didn't need them but you didn't want to admit it now.

"Baby you know I don't think you need them but you need to listen to your opinion not mine" jordan said to you strocking your hair out of your face as your eyes looked up at his. Jordans fingers strolled up and down your arm wondering across your skin whilst not taking any eye sight of your own eyes.

"Yeah I know" you mumbled resting your head into his chest not wanting his body to go from yours. In this moment it was just you and him and there was no fear of judgement, fear, upset or isolation it was perfect. Jordans embrace was the one and only thing you needed and it just so happened you could have that forever.

I hope you enjoyed this!! Please leave any feedback and comments they are all greatly appreciated and helps withing my writing. Thank you so much for the recent support 🥺❤

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[arcadejohn127-9]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I dont know if this is correct but headcanons of the brothers if the MC asks if they have eaten human meat before?? You can ignore this if your uncomfortable with this, have a great day! :))

I only don't write certain triggering things like sewerslide, self ouchie and forced devils tango - I know these are very non serious ways to censor these sensative topics but I would like to avoid triggering anyone

I know some people just shut down just by hearing it or seeing the word and it's really unfortunate

So yes, I'll take your request!

Warning: food, blood, gore-ish?, eating, teeth, human consumption, hallucinations and angst

It was dinner; you were having a fatty steak with garlic bread and a creamy seasoned sauce that the meat was cooked in and chewy dough balls filled cheese. The brothers wanted a meat dish and it was your turn to cook so you got human world ingredients to give everyone what they wanted.

You weren't sure what was eating at you. For the past few days stress as been at an all time high! You've become irrationality emotional to every situation which didn't help as you were experiencing mini hallucinations and continuous tricks on the eyes.

You hoped cooking and getting your mind off whatever was happening around you would help but it seems to be a futile attempt.

You set the table, making sure to add extra vegetables for asmo and levi. As soon as dinner was announced all the boys came trampling through the halls to reach the table first, Beel beating them by already being at the door. He was waiting there feeling himself drool whilst you cooked. Once everyone was seated you smiled, taking your seat and began to eat.

Your appitete diminished the more you chew. Finding it to be unfufilling. Your stomach felt like a void and the food only made that feeling more present. You poked at your food with a growing frown.

You heard a fleshy squelch.your eyes flickering up to see Satan; his sharp teeth sinking into the steak. He easily ripped it apart letting any sauce from the meat drip down his chin. For most of the demons it was medium rare; blood mixing in with the sauce. You could still see pink on the inside. When he bit into it it looked so soft with left over blood forming at the bite.

It was so fleshy. For a moment the steak slice turned into an arm. Just a slice of human flesh; his fangs ripping into it as if it was nothing. Apart of your arm ached just from the sight.

You shook your head, rapidly blinking. You hesitantly looked back up and it faded back to normal. These kind of hallucinations were popping up more often; you were terrified. It was putting you off food because you couldn't stop seeing it as something disgusting.

Asmo raised his voice, a sound of a knife stabbing down on a plate following it. You looked to see he stabbed the space between Beels fingers as he tried to steal a dough ball. But that didn't stop him, curling a finger around it and quickly detracted his hand. His brother huffed chomping down his vegetables.

Your eyes couldn't leave Beels figure; it was as if you had to see what he was doing.

Once again your eyes focused on the teeth. Beels fangs were the biggest out of Everyone meanwhile Satan's were long and thin. Levi's teeth reminded you of a shark. Mammons were like a cat with the focus on his top fangs. Asmo's teeth were the most human, reminding you of a vampire. Lucifers teeth were like Satan's but not as long. Belphegor was similar to his twin brother.

Your tongue poked along your smooth teeth. A few bumps here and there and the little prick from your canines. It was nothing compared to them.

Time seemed to freeze as his teeth sank into the ball. It squished with the juices from the cheese and the sauce forming on the flesh- flesh? It wasn't flesh. No it was dough. You held back a scream when you saw an eye replace the dough ball. You immediately snapped away your gaze.

"(Y/N), You haven't been eating."

All of them looked at you. Noticing how little was eaten on your plate. You could see the concern on their faces but your brain slowed. The words leaving your mouth before you even realized it.

"Have any of you eaten a human before?"

The air became thick. It made you choke, a knot forming in your throat as you stared at your plate. Waiting for their answer. Hoping they'll answer. Why aren't they saying anything?!

"That's an unpleasant question, what's prompted this?"

You wanted to say you weren't sure but then memories flashed before your eyes. The threats you've gotten from Beel, asmo telling you're delicious after nipping your skin, mammons stomach suddenly growling after hiding his head in your skin. This what has been bothering you.

You were frightened - no terrified you were going to end up on this table. Striped and ready on a silver platter for them to dig in. Would they do it whilst your alive? Desiring to feel you squirm between their teeth or would they be merciful? Killing and cooking you. A Morbid part of you wished they made you into a good meal if they did that; to not let your body go to waste and mean nothing other than something to tear into.

You felt sick. Your stomach churning the more you thought but you couldn't shut off your brain.

"Just.....curious, you're demons afterall so I thought it would make sense."

All of them were uncomfortable. They knew what they've done in the past and some in the more recent times. But what is recent and past to beings who've forgotten time? Where procrastination could last centuries and no one would bat an eye. What was hundreds years for humans could feel like a week to them.

"I'm going to tell them-" Belphie piped in but immediately got shut down by his brothers.

"don't ya dare even utter another word, you can't frighten them like this-!"

"Are you crazy?! They're never going to want to be around me again!"

"Don't be disgusting, this shouldn't even be a topic we talk about right now!"

"Keep your damn mouth shut."

"You'll frighten them, they already look unwell."

"That's enough, all of you, you're not doing anything to soothe-"

"Would you eat me?!" You suddenly stood up, looking at all of them with an expression of fear and determination.

They just stared at you absolutely stunned by your question.

"No way! We wouldn't do such a thing to you! We care too much about ya to do something like!"

"so if I didn't mean anything would you eat me? Atleast give me some comfort and tell me you'd kill me before you did it-!"

But none of them could give you that comfort. They knew they eat it with their prey still crying and thrashing for their lives.

"You don't need to worry about such a thing, you're going to experience no harm from us or anyone in the Devildom, we've made sure of it."

You shook your head. "Just answer my questions! If you're innocent then you'll just be able to say no! So do it! Say no!"

"We've all eaten a human but since the exchange program was planned we were banned from doing it - we've lost the taste for human flesh or... atleast I have."

His eyes skimmed over his brothers faces, lingering on the ones he knows still hunger for it.

"I think I need to take a break from here....…just need to get away-"

Your voice trailed off, your vision becoming fuzzy. Their faces contorted and stretched into monstrous beings. You stumbled back before your eyes rolled back, your body falling to the floor.

"(Y/N)-!!!"

When you finally woke up you weren't in the house of lamentation. Simeon crouched beside you, placing a damp towel on your cheek. You whined at the cold feeling; it made your burning skin sting.

you weren't sure how or when you got here. The angel helped you slowly lay down, caressing your skin.

"It's okay, Solomon will be back soon, Diavolo said it'll be best you go back home for a little while, don't worry I'll be sure to visit."

You nodded, your head feeling like a sack of bricks balancing on your neck. You let your eyes close as Simon kept brushing the towel on your exposed skin. Humming an unfamiliar tune.

[hoforhaechan]

A Warm Winters Night - Lucas ff

TW: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Lucas x female reader, SMUT, domlucas, sex toys, overstimulation, oral sex, protected sex, sex with other people in the house but not really exhibitionism

You smiled to yourself when you pulled up outside the large log cabin that your boyfriend had booked for everyone to stay in for a few nights to celebrate the new year. "You like it babe?" he said with a little smile. You nodded. He leaned in closer to you and you shivered when you felt his warm breath near your ear as he whispered into it "the rooms are pretty big too." You giggle and he pecks you on the lips before you go in and wait for the others to arrive.

You're not the best at remembering names so you make a mental note of everyone a few times. You've known Ten and Johnny for a while because Lucas used to take you on double dates with them but you were only vaguely familiar with the rest of the members. And you definitely didn't know their girlfriend's names.

There's Kun and his girlfriend Andrea (who prefers to be called Annie) , Ten and Johnny, Xiaojun and his girlfriend Paige, Hendery and his girlfriend Hannah, Yangyang and his girlfriend Elise, and Winwin and his boyfriend Yuta. You greet all of them and after having a few drinks and talking for a while you really start to like them. Or, well, most of them.

You've all decided to play a board game and Lucas and you are winning but you can tell that a certain someone is not happy with those results. Annie starts laughing and says, "This is boring let's do body shots" and she flips the board and all the pieces onto the floor. Lucas stands up and says "What the actual fuck Annie?" Kun and you try to calm down the situation but the two of them just start screaming at each other until Annie screams, "YOU USED TO BE FUN BEFORE YOU STARTED DATING THAT SLUT" and she gave you a death stare. You were about to clap back at her but you didn't have time before Lucas left the room and you heard the front door slam. "Shit. " you said, "You better hope he's right outside or I will hurt you." You glared at her. You walked out the room and Kun followed and said "I'm really sorry, she's not usually like this she's just had too much to drink." you gave him a small smile and took your coat off the rack. You then realised that Lucas's coat was still there. He was out in the snowy woods with just a jacket on. You grabbed his coat and stepped outside into the cold.

You couldn't see him anywhere so you walked into the forest and looked around for a while. The snow was quite thick and you were getting cold so you put Lucas's coat on. You shouted his name for a while and walked around but it had started to get dark and you looked at your watch and realized you'd been looking for almost an hour. Your anxiety started rising and you were struggling to breathe. You spotted a log that was under a tree so it had barely any snow on it. You sat down and tried to get ahold of yourself. You realized you were lost and didn't know how to get back and you started crying. It started as just silent tears but after a while it was loud sobbing and screaming. You heard footsteps and shouted Lucas's name. No response. You kept crying even louder until you heard leaves crunching around you and you felt a pair of arms around you. You flinched and shrieked not being able to see in the dark. "shh baby, it's just me." it was Lucas's voice. You immediately felt safe and you let him pull you up and carry you back to the cabin as you snuggled into his chest while the tears still streamed slowly down your face.

You reached the cabin and Lucas knocked on the door with his foot and shouted, "Can someone please come open the door for us, I have my hands full?!" You heard someone approaching the doorway and heard it open and heard a gasp and Johnny said, "Omg y/n! Lucas? Is she okay? What happened?" "She just had a bit of a shock, I'm just gonna take her to our room." Lucas placed you on your bed and lit the fireplace. "I'll be back in a minute babe I just need to let the others know that you're okay" he leaned in and kissed you. You closed your eyes and snuggled into the blankets.

Lucas walked down the stairs from the room. He was thinking about how terrified he had been when all he could hear was y/n screaming and not knowing where she was. He walked into the living room and sat down in his chair. "i apologize for storming out, I just got too riled up. Y/n is okay she just had a panic attack. She suffers from chronic anxiety so I really shouldn't have left like that. It was stupid. Andrea, im sorry that I yelled at you." Andrea looked worried and teary eyed. "Lucas I'm so sorry if I hadn't been so immature this wouldn't have happened." Lucas gave her a small smile, "it's ok." Kun sighed, "alrighty everyone I think its time for bed."

You had calmed down and were ready to go back and have some more fun. You were walking down the stairs when you heard Kun saying it was bedtime. You frown. An idea pops into your head. "What are you talking about Kun, the night has only just begun. I think we should play another game. Hmm, maybe truth or dare?" Annie smiled at you apologetically and you smiled back. A few drinks later and Hannah had been dared to lick sigar off Hendery's nipples and you were all laughing and having a good time. "OK ThAts EnOuGh i NeEd tO pUt mY sHirT bAcK on!" said Hendery through chittering teeth. You all laughed. "Ok Hannah your turn to dare" said Yanyang. "Okie dokie, let's see shall we," she looked around at everyone, "y/n I dare you to kiss Xiaojun. You heard everyone laugh, Paige and Xiaojun among them, so you knew they didn't object to the dare.

You looked at Lucas and you could already see the jealous look forming on his face and you smiled to yourself. Time to have some fun. "Ok" you agreed. You crawled towards Xiaojun and pecked his lips knowing that the audience wouldn't be satisfied with that. "Seriously y/n you call that a kiss" said Yuta. You shrugged. "Come on, kiss him properly, use a little bit of tongue, its not like it means anything" said Ten and everyone laughed. Everyone except Lucas who was looking at Ten like he wanted to kill him. You giggled to yourself and sat on xiaojuns thigh and leaned in for another kiss.

You kissed again *properly* this time until Lucas said "Ok time for the next dare." You sat back down next to him and he leaned down to whisper in your ear "You're in big trouble tonight babygirl" you felt yourself get turned on just by those words. You didn't pay much attention to the rest of the game, instead daydreaming about how lucas would punish you this time. You were so lost in your thoughts until you felt lucas pick you up and you noticed that everyone was heading to their rooms.

He carried you to your room and threw you roughly but carefully onto the bed and said. "Stay there. Don't move." From the tone of Lucas's voice you could tell he wasn't angry enough for you to get what you were daydreaming about. You wanted him to tease you til you were crying and begging him to give you what you want and to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk. But right now all you were gonna get was a few spanks and sex a little rougher than usual. Luckily you knew how to rile him up. You had to disobey him. You started stripping off your clothes and then positioned yourself on the bed with your legs open wide and you started rubbing your clit through the thin lace of your panties. You looked up at Lucas as he walked in and you bit your lip and moaned his name. He smirked but you could tell he was furious, and now you've made it worse.

You don't think you've ever seen him this angry before. "Take off your clothes" he demanded. You took them off quickly not wanting to anger him any more. He looked at your naked body and smiled. "You okay with this babygirl? As much as I want to punish you I dont want to do anything you're not comfortable with?" You nodded. "Use your words babygirl." "I want you." Lucas smiled and then his caring side was gone.

He went over to his unpacked suitcase and pulled out a familiar black box. "Shit." you whispered to yourself, but Lucas heard and smirked. "You didn't think I would leave this at home did you. No. I know how much you love to make me mad so I knew I would need it." You were a little scared now, but excited, because you knew that everything in that box was there to rile you up and make you scream.

He first pulled out the handcuffs and cuffed your hands to the bedpost so that you were helpless. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. You loved it when Lucas was rough on you, when he showed you no mercy. You wondered if he would choose to overstimulate you and make you a crying moaning mess underneath him or if he would deny you your orgasm until you were begging and screaming.

You watched him pull a silver vibrator out of the box. He made no move to get himself undressed so you decided he had probably chosen to go with option 1, torturing you with overstimulation. He spread your legs apart and positioned his mouth near your entrance. He looked up at you through long lashes. The sight made you feel wrecked and you let out a small moan. You told him how sexy he looked but he wasn't happy with that response. "You're enjoying yourself a little too much for this to be a punishment babygirl." He didn't move before speaking and the vibrations from his words made you shiver.

He pulled away to fetch something else from the box. A fluffy black blindfold. You knew this was gonna be a long night. he put the blindfold over your eyes and now you were completely at his mercy. You couldn't see or touch so all you could do to try gain some clarity on what was happening was to listen. You heard Lucas move around for a while until you felt hot breath on your heat. You moaned quietly, worrying about the rest of the house hearing you. Lucas didn't like that so he slapped your thigh and growled "dont be quiet baby, let the whole house hear how good I make you feel. Let them know you belong to me." You moaned loudly as he licked a stripe up your pussy.

He licked and sucked at you while you squirmed underneath him, moaning uncontrollably. He held down your thighs to keep you still. But as he sucked on your clit a little too harshly you trapped his head between your thighs, crying out loudly, as you came on his face. Lucas was satisfied but took it as an opportunity to torture you more. "You little slut, you came on me without permission. You're making it hard for me to go easy on you." You moaned softly at the degradation. He entered two fingers into you without warning and you screamed out a moan. He was thrusting and curling his fingers in you, completely wrecking you.

He removed his fingers from you and put them in your mouth. You whined around them as you tasted yourself. You heard him switch on the vibrator and he held it against your clit as he ate you out again. "Lucas," you whined, "I'm gonna come." With his permission you came again and he continued to lick you till you were clean. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet baby." He took off your blindfold and you moaned at the sight before you. Lucas's previously styled hair was messy and his eyes were dark with lust as he groaned at your facial expression. He was beautiful. He took off his shirt slowly and teasingly. You knew this trick. This was your least favorite punishment. To watch Lucas being turned on and watching him touch himself without being able to help, or to get any satisfaction of your own.

He knew how much it riled you up and he loved it. You already wanted to just hold him and run your fingers over his abs. But you couldn't. He unzipped his pants at an agonizingly slow pace and you whined. He smirked at you and pulled them down and took them off. He started palming himself through his boxers and you couldn't stand it. You wanted to be making him feel good. He finally pulled off his underwear and started stroking himself. You were crying and moaning and desperate. You wanted so badly to help him. You knew you could make him feel better. You knew because you had heard the way he moaned when it was your hand doing that to him, or your mouth. He would moan loudly and let out high pitched whines and cries.

"PLEASE," you sobbed, "please Lucas!" "What do you want baby" he groaned. "Let me help you, please. I can make it up to you. Let me help you." you begged him. He decided you had learned your lesson so he unlocked the handcuffs and you immediately wrapped your hands around his dick and started jerking him off. "fuck," he groaned, "so good."

You replaced your hands with your mouth and started sucking him off while using your hands to pump what didn't fit. "Babe," he warned, "I'm close" do you want it in your mouth or do you want me to fuck you?" You pulled off and looked at him. He let out a moan at the sight of your fucked out expression." "I want you" you said quietly. "You're gonna have to be more specific than that babygirl" you let out a whimper. "Want you inside" Lucas groaned and grabbed a condom from the box and ripped it open with his teeth. You smiled. You loved it when he did that. You whined at the expression on his face while he rolled the condom on.

He hovered over you and pecked you lightly on the lips. "I love you" you told him. "i love you baby" he responded. And at that he pushed into you and you both let out sinful noises as he filled you up. You could tell that neither of you were gonna last long as he thrusted into you. It didn't feel like a punishment anymore. It felt intimate. You could tell that Lucas was close, but you didn't worry, you knew he would make sure you came.

He started rubbing your clit as he thrusted and soon you reached your high and you threw your head back as you entered a state of ecstasy. When you had finally calmed down Lucas was finished and after a few seconds he pulled out. You lay still for a while. You got up and went to the bathroom quickly and when you got back Lucas had packed up the black box and was lying in bed with his arms open, waiting for cuddles. You smiled and happily obliged, climbing into bed and snuggling into his embrace.

The next morning you woke up with stiff muscles and aching legs. But you were happy. You pulled on some leggings and one of Lucas's hoodies. You gently shook him awake and kissed him. When you both entered the kitchen, it was occupied by Ten, Johnny and Yuta. They were all smirking and when you looked at Lucas in confusion he let out a soft chuckle and went to make you both drinks. "So y/n," said Johnny, "sounded like you slept well last night."

[rosy-cheekx]

for the kiss prompts... 16 with jonmartin?

Combined this New Years Kiss prompt with @ombreblossom‘s prompt for “a giggly kiss" and an anon prompt: “I wish you would write a fic where martin scoops Jon into his arms and Jon realizes how strong he is” damn if i dont deliver

Just a good vibes fic while I’m dying over the pre-finals stress. Check on your friendly neighborhood psychology students, especially juniors. They’re a-struggling. 

Enjoy!!

Resolutions, 2.2k

CW: alcohol

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“Happy New Year’s Eve!”

Jon wasn’t sure what he expected of Tim’s house. Maybe something haphazardly designed, with takeaway menus pinned to the fridge? Maybe the epitome of the bachelor pad?

He definitely hadn’t expected the open floorplan, spotlessly cleaned and well-organized, with furniture complementary to the walls and each other. Warm light spilled from every lamp, with purple and silver decorations inscribed with “2015” and “Happy New Years” dangling from almost every surface.

“You can close your mouth now, buddy,” Tim elbowed him lightly. “I keep my spaces clean, what can I say?”

Jon clamped his teeth back together and held out a bottle of white wine mechanically. “I brought this. Er, sorry I’m late.”

Tim shook his head jovially, taking Jon’s coat and scarf along with the wine, before handing the bottle back to him. “Party’s just getting started. We’ve been drinking a bit, playing some games.” He winked before nudging him toward the couches, where Sasha’s dark curls were just visible. “Go on, I’ll be right behind. They’ll be happy to see you!”

“Jon!” The man in question jumped and craned his neck to see Martin—or, more rightly, his hand—from over the edge of the couch cushions. “Good, you’re here! Sash and Tim are kicking my ass in Scrabble.”

Jon approached the living room, spying Martin, sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, another bottle of white wine between him and Sasha, along with the aforementioned Scrabble board. “Scrabble isn’t a team sport?”

“Hey, Jon. Ooh, more wine, thank god, this one’s just gone.” Sasha scrunched her nose with her greeting, reaching for the bottle in his hands. “And no, it’s not,” she continued as she spun a corkscrew between her fingers. “But Tim is missing like half the tiles so we can’t play four.”

“Tim’n’Sash ganged up on me,” Martin mumbled, the edges of his words softened, Jon assumed, by wine. “I didn’t even—I’m new to research, issnot fair.”

Sasha pulled the cork from the wine as Tim leapt over the cushion of the suede couch, landing neatly next to her. “I told you, you would get Jon when he showed up, which evens it out anyways. Stop pouting.”

“Am not.”

Jon folded his legs beneath his hips as he sat, examining the board and taking a proffered glass from Sasha’s hands. “Don’t worry, Martin,” he offered, smiling gently at the man, taking in the flush of his face and the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt—maroon, he filed away. Looks good with his hair. “We’ve just got to last long enough before Tim gets drunk or bored and starts to throw letters at us. Did he tell you that’s why they’re missing?”

Martin laughed aloud and the noise caught Jon off guard. It was a low, warm sound, loud in a way that suited the man. Jon smiled to himself, proud.

“I do-I do not,” spluttered Tim, pointedly ignoring Sasha’s raised eyebrow. “…I stopped that when we were down to one W.”

Jon nudged Martin, gesturing for the block of letters in front of him. “You’ll see. Our turn?”

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Eight rounds, three glasses of wine, and a dodge from the letter E later, Jon was feeling properly comfortable. They were all properly buzzed, if not a little tipsy, and the clock ticked steadily closer to midnight. Martin and Jon had continued to be partners for all the other games they played: Charades, Pictionary, and a silly game Sasha had made up where they had to describe concepts like colors or sounds, without using words directly related to them. Martin had carried their team for that game, explaining through an embarrassed blush that he liked to read a lot of poetry. Jon elected to ignore that statement, though he was grateful for the edge it gave them; his competitive streak was willing to ignore a multitude of sins.

At 11:15, Tim flipped through the television programs, searching for one doing a proper countdown. One of the BBC Music channels was playing a Countdown playlist, with an eclectic variety of music on the playlist if the presented queue was any indication. Remote in hand, Tim spun on his heel, lip-syncing voraciously to the song, some dreadfully cheesy rock ballad. In turn, he focused on Sasha, then Jon, then Martin, hand outstretched to each of them in a mockery of longing. When he turned his attention back to Sasha, the chorus swelled and she took his hand, swinging herself under his arm with a grin on her face. Jon settled into the couch cushions, a warmth running through his chest as he watched the two spin with each other in a pseudo-dance. Martin sipped his glass of water on the other end of the couch, seemingly as happy as Jon to just watch.

As the song ended, the rock ballad was replaced by a pop song, one Jon didn’t know but it was apparent everyone else did. Tim sang along in a horrendous shout-sing, and Sasha grabbed Martin’s hand, tugging on it lightly. Martin rolled his eyes, resisting briefly as Sasha wordlessly argued with him, but her will was stronger and he laughed softly as she pulled him to his feet and jumped around to the beat, air-guitaring in circles around him. Eventually, Martin closed his eyes and leant into the dance, reminding Jon vaguely of his club days with Georgie, the dozens of hot, sweaty young adults without a care in the world of who saw them dance. And, most importantly, dance badly. Martin was truly terrible, but Jon was unable to tear his gaze away. He wasn’t matching the tempo and he knew about half the words as he joined Tim in singing the chorus, but there was something about him that was absolutely intoxicating, more than the wine Jon had consumed.

The Beatles played next, and of course Jon knew them. They had been his grandmother’s favorite, and for good reason. He hadn’t even realized he was singing under his breath to Come Together until Tim’s TV remote was shoved under his lips unceremoniously. Without thinking, he accepted the faux-microphone and joined the trio, standing from the couch to the coffee table in socked feet. As he sang, voice growing in intensity, he swung his arms wide, the images of clubs and dancers and stages at the forefront of his mind.

When the song ended, Jon was breathless, and the smattered applause from his friends brought him out of his reverie. He blushed, suddenly acutely aware of the blood rushing through his body and the heart that was pumping it. he handed the remote to Tim and moved to step off the table, chewing on his lip as he did so. Before he could make the awkward step to the floor below, he yelped as he was suddenly swept off balance. The spinning of his mind, thanks to the alcohol, confused him briefly before he realized he hadn’t fallen and was actually being clutched in a pair of strong arms, bridal-style. Martin’s arms, to be precise. His brow was furrowed in concentration, though he held Jon like he weighed almost nothing.

“Ah, you said you didn’t want to fall.” Martin shrugged and bounced Jon in his arms slightly as if that explained everything.

He had? “Mmm-thank you Mar’n,” Jon murmured, eyes unsure where to land and deciding on a loose curl that hung over Martin’s forehead. He wanted to pull it, Jon realized, and he did so, gently, giving the coil a tug, and giggled to himself as it sprang back in place. Martin was a lot stronger than Jon gave him credit for, and warmer too, though that may have been the alcohol. It was nice, being held like that, and Jon felt himself nestle towards the heat of Martin’s barreled chest without thinking about it.

Tim and Sasha, to Jon’s relief, hadn’t seemed to notice, deep in conversation. Martin deposited Jon safely on the couch and slumped next to him, unbuttoning his collar a little more and turning his attention quite intently to his phone.

The music carried on, and Jon was pulled into a few more dances with Sasha and Tim but felt himself gravitating towards Martin as the hour pursued, making excuses to scoot closer on the couch. A few videos of kittens later, he was properly next to him, watching Tim and Sasha tango to Britney Spears and the clock that ticked steadily towards midnight.

As 11:50 hit, Tim lowered the volume and flopped next to Jon, sweat beading on his forehead. “Alright, mates, resolutions for 2015, go.” He popped a grape from the platter that rested on the chair nearby. “Mine’s to get outside more, I haven’t been able to get out of London much. Maybe go backpacking, see the world.”

Sasha shrugged and perched on the armrest of the couch, feet resting on the cushion next to Tim. “Patience, I think. Listening to people better.”

Jon surprised himself by speaking. “Work-life balance,” he mumbled, dragging his eyes from the coffee table to meet Tim’s curious expression. “It’s not like Elias cares much what the researchers do.”

“Hell yeah, mate!” Tim clapped him on the back. “Maybe you’ll finally come dancing with me. You’ve clearly got the skills.” He turned his attention to the final member of their party. “Marto? What about you?”

Martin shrugged, lips pursed in thought. “Mm, be more honest with people, I think.”

Tim nodded excitedly. “Oh yes, I would love to see Martin Blackwood, The Director’s Cut.”

The ginger shrugged. “I don’t think you’re missing much, honestly, just maybe a little more negativity, a little more feeling.”

“Regardless,” Tim waved the thought away. “Can’t wait to see it.” He cast his eyes to the ceiling and crossed his arms under his chest. “What do you think the illustrious Elias Bouchard does on holiday? I swear that man lives and breathes Magnus Institute.”

Sasha grinned. “Bet he wears nothing but a silk robe, with the Magnus owl embroidered on the chest, skulking around the house and drinking scotch, grumbling about budgets and paranormal stories.”

“Bet he has a cat he strokes menacingly while watching the stock market,” Martin added, sighing. “We can agree he’s a total Tory, right?”

“Oh, for sure,” came a chorus of affirmation.

The group sat in comfortable silence as an upbeat love song played on the television. Jon’s eyes were starting to feel heavy, like how they felt when he got them dilated at the optometrist. Midnight couldn’t come soon enough.

“Hey, guys?” The voice from his right was quiet, hesitant. Martin’s eyes were glassy, phone abandoned on his lap. “I’m really happy to be here, with you all.”

“Martin!” Sasha and Tim cooed happily, rushing to coat his words in affirmations and gentle kindness, sweet gifts with which to end the year. Jon opted for a quieter approach, not the verbally affectionate kind of man, placing a hand over Martin’s gently, squeezing his wrist once. He wasn’t even sure if Martin noticed it—he didn’t move his hand before Tim was shouting, hauling them up as 11:59 flashed on the screen and a countdown began to shout its way from 59 on the screen.

“Come on!” Tim crowed. “My mum always said you can’t stand still when midnight hits, or it’s bad luck. Something about starting the year moving.” Tim led them all in a sort of march, stomping forward and back, spinning in circles, and swinging each of his friends under his arms, though Martin had to duck rather considerably. All four of the research staff members were laughing through their words as they tried to add their discordant shouting to the last few numbers on the TV.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” Tim grabbed Sasha around her waist and dipped her low as he kissed her, both grinning into the kiss. Jon chuckled and shook his head at the pair, before feeling the hand that was still on his tug gently.

“I-I said I wanted to be more honest,” Martin murmured, voice low in his throat. Jon nodded wordlessly, indicating for him to go on. His words seemed caught somehow.

“If I’m honest,” Martin continued, eyes flitting over Jon’s face before landing back on his eyes. “I really want to kiss you.”

Jon giggled, actually giggled at Martin’s words, the boldness of the wine piloting his voice for a moment. “What are you waiting for?”

So Martin did, one hand on Jon’s waist and one tangled in the hair behind his ears, pressing Jon close and up towards his lips. It was a warm kiss, soft and gentle, and Jon’s head was spinning, not from the buzz or the dancing but from the four points of contact he had with MartinMartinMartin Blackwood is kissing me and Martin’s hand is on my waist and my hand is on Martin’s cheek and his skin is so soft I think I could kiss him forever. Screw 2015; I’ll come back for 2016 and just kiss Martin for a year—

Martin pulled away, smiling down at Jon with a look of utter adoration. “Happy New Year,” he breathed. “Here’s to 2015.”

“H-Happy New Year,” Jon returned, ducking his head shyly at the gaze Martin was casting on him. “Let’s hope it’s a good one.”