#it makes them 100 times better than the try guys who seem to be fine insulting their friends whilst self-promoting themselves

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so was that legitimately fake outrage at Watcher being "greedy capitalists" that people are now gonna go watch the try guys who are doing the exact same thing?? where's the outrage at their wealth and how they spend their money? why does Keith get people just watching him eat at expensive restaurants, but it's terrible seeing Steven go to expensive restaurants to eat food? it's got nothing to do with "the try guys did it better!!!" it's the fact that you got so outraged because of how much the economy is in shambles and people can barely afford food, let alone another streaming service, and now suddenly it's a great thing seeing the try guys be able to improve their situation with one!! I thought the whole point was that we didn't need another one!! what is it???

it's just obvious that they've both done similar things, but people are taking more issue with the creators of colour for daring to grow and move forward. EVEN AFTER THEY ALTERED THINGS AND GENUINELY APOLOGISED even whilst being fucking eviscerated online. and instead of being helped and understood by their white friends, they get fucking shaded by their friends with a sofa joke and "not to name names" bullshit

what is it with people of colour being left in the dirt by their white friends and/or costars???

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me! brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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Christmas will really be Christmas

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Charles Leclerc x femreader!

After breaking up with your long-time boyfriend, your best friend is trying to make you feel happy. So she invited you to a Christmas party when you met someone new.

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"You can't be here crying for a man like him!" your best friend told you.

It has been 3 months since your break up with your boyfriend of 5 years, and here you are, lying in your bed still crying for him. It wasn't easy, less in this time. Christmas feels different without him. You haven't decor your house or going shopping as you usually do. Instead, you just cry and cry all day.

"I'm trying," you told your best friend, covering your head with the sheet.

"So try harder," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I am, believe me!" you cry.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry for what I just said. I just... I just want you to be happy and not crying for Leonard. He doesn't deserve you," she tried to comfort you.

"I know. I just... I don't know... This is really hard," you said.

"Listen, I know how to help you," she gave you a smile.

"Oh, no, please," you begged.

"I'm throwing a Christmas party at Mike's house. Well, his mother is throwing it, but I'm helping her. So, I told her about your situation, and she thought you should go. It will be good for you. Believe me," she told you.

You weren't so keen on the idea, but know that it wasn't the best for you just lying on your bed and crying all day for your ex-boyfriend who would be away in the Bahamas with his mistress. It wasn't good for you, and you knew it.

"Fine. I'll go," you said, giving up.

"Fantastic! Now, you need to shower, and we'll go shopping for a new dress for the party!" she celebrated.

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You looked up from your phone and the post you had made not more than 3 minutes before. Yes, you were happy to be there, but it felt strange to you. Everybody was with their partners and children, and you were alone. You were sitting on the couch next to the fireplace alone. You were looking at the fire for so long that you didn't feel when someone sat next to you.

"Hey, are you alright?" a French accent asked you.

"Hmm?" you answered.

The person next to you laughed a little at your confusion. That was when you looked up to see them. Sitting next to you was the most handsome guy you have ever seen. His face looked like it was carved by the Greek Gods. Oh, man. Were you heartbroken five minutes ago? Yes. Are you still heartbroken now? Oh, hell, no.

"I asked if you were alright. You don't seem too happy to be here," he repeated.

"Really? Oh, I'm really sorry. I mean. I'm happy to be here with my friends and everything, just... It's not the happiest time for me," you said, frowning a little.

"Christmas isn't the happiest time for you? Why?" he asked in disbelief.

"No, no Christmas, but the time. I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago and haven't moved on. This time, the holidays just remind me of him. It's fucked up, I know." you explained, throwing your head back.

"Actually, I understand. I'm living the same. My girlfriend of 6 years and I broke up at the beginning of the year, and now she has another boyfriend, and it's hard, so I understand." he gave you a little sad smile.

"We're screwed up, aren't we?" you laughed a little so did him.

"Yes, we are," he agreed.

You two sat there in silence until he broke the ice.

"So, are you doing anything special this Christmas?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of ordering food and watching some movies. Nothing special. Just me being lazy." you answered trying to not think about it. "And what about you? What are your plans for Christmas?"

"Well, nothing special. I'm going home for the holidays. I'm from Monaco." he said.

"Monaco. That sounds really fun!" you laughed a little.

"Yeah, it is. You know? I have an idea. Why don't you come home with me? I can show you around, and my family will be happy to have you. They're incredible, believe me. You'll have a lot of fun." he gave a smile that made your heart melt. He looked so handsome.

"I-I don't know. I just barely know you, in fact, I just met you. What if you are a serial killer who kills women for fun?" you said skeptically.

"Well, my name is Charles Leclerc. I'm 26. I'm from Monaco, and I am a Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, number 16, so you can cheer me up." he smiled.

You looked at him in surprise. You couldn't believe what he had said. He was a Formula 1 driver, and not only that, he was inviting you to go with him to Monaco. You. Of all the people in the world, he was inviting you. You, who were a mess because of your break-up and haven't met him before. He chose you for a strange reason you didn't know.

Charles looked at you with a little smile. He didn't know why he asked you that, but honestly, he thought you were the prettiest person in the party and the world. He wanted to spend time with you, and inviting you to his home in Monaco was the best way to do it. Well, that was what he thought.

"Are you serious?" you asked, still in disbelief.

"I am. We'll have a good time, I promise you." he smiled.

You thought about it for the rest of the party. You weren't sure about accepting, but again, you weren't going to do something special for the holidays, and Monaco sounds like an amazing plan to do. Maybe, just maybe, you could have fun after months of being depressed. Charles didn't look like a bad guy. He was very lovely and fun to be with. You couldn't stop imagining being with him as a couple. Yeah, you should go to Monaco.

"Have you think about it? Will you come with me to Monaco?" he asked, handing you your jacket.

You were about to leave your friend's boyfriend's house, and he insisted to accompany you to your car. That was so sweet of him. You smiled when he asked you that again. He was nervous and looking at the floor. You took his hand in yours and smiled. He looked up at you with hope.

"Yes, I'll go with you." you smiled.

He smiled immediately and hugged you. He whispered some words in French in your ear before letting you go. You were happier than in the last three months. This was incredible. He was incredible.

"You won't regret it, I promise you," he told you, giving you a big smile.

And you believe him. And he was right, you didn't regret it.

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Part one. Part three.

SYNOPSIS:"Ghost" is your new neighbor in your apartment complex, everyone is afraid of him, but not you. You're the only one to be kind with him.

PAIRING: (Based of comic but that's not 100% canon) Simon Riley neighbor x F¡Reader

WORD COUNT:3.212k

WARNINGS: Fluffy, angst, mentions of blood, war, s.a (not directly) etc.

NOTES:There we go, back to the crying season. I literally cried while writing this one, so i really hope you guys like as much as i did. Remembering, this is the part two of this mini serie. And i HIGHLY recommend to listen to 'happier than ever' by Billie Eilish while reading this.

PREVIOUS PART

It’s been almost a month. Almost a month since Simon appeared at your door, he drinked some coffee with you, had a long talk that showed little things about him. And after he left your door to work, it’s been days since you don’t hear footsteps on the apartment above yours. You can’t help but worry, he said his work was hard, tiring and had big choices. You pace around your house, feeling a weird knot on your stomach, a strange sensation of anxiety consuming you, not seeing his eyes, hot hearing his chuckles, not smelling his unique scent…all of this makes you feel strange, he’s just a neighbor…right? So why are you feeling this way? He’s used to doing this, staying out, working and coming back, he’s fine that’s right. Then why couldn't your heart understand this?

The only thing keeping you calm is your little cat, her fluffy fur on your legs as she brushes herself against you, looking for some caress. You sit down on the couch and sigh, trying to think better and your cat jumps on your lap, purring while your fingers brush her fur gently. It’s almost like she can sense you’re not well at the moment, and tries her best to distract you.

—”You’re a smart kitten, no?” A sad smile flows out, and you can only breathe deep for a moment. You don't know why you’re feeling like this, he’s only your neighbor who’s a bit mysterious, you shouldn’t be worried about him. And yet, your last talk with him made you think all those days about him. He seems like someone who suffered a lot, even if he didn’t tell you what exactly. You can see it, his baggy eyes carrying a sad sparkle on it, like he saw so many things you can’t even imagine. Somehow, you appreciate his bravery, without even telling, you supposed that he suffered, only from his eyes.

He’s always using a balaclava, so there must be a reason for this. Maybe he’s insecure about his face, maybe he just wants to protect his identity for someone, or he just doesn't want people to read his emotions. If the last one is the answer, he’s terribly wrong, because only from his eyes, you could sense how this man carries a lot of weight on his shoulders.

Since when he moved in, you’re caught about his whole figure, everything about him was a mystery, like he can’t really trust anyone. You look around for a while, looking at the pictures on your home, you remember how Simon was staring at them non stop the last time you saw him, his eyes were painful to see, his eyes narrow to the frames as his eyebrows furrowed as your voice called his attention back. Something about family pictures made him perplexed.

It’s weird to say, but damn, you missed him. His raspy voice, his tall figure towering over yours, his short words, his eyes never leaving your face as you talk, he’s a great listener, you could say. Even without knowing much about him, you wanted to see him again, hear his voice, feel his scent, make eye contact, feel this weird human connection you two created quickly. You groan and roll your head back to the couch, staring at the ceiling while your mind don’t stop not even for a second, your mind filled with Simon and everything you noticed about him, like how calloused his hands are, how he seems to be a terrible sleeper, how he looks to hold himself back while he talks, scared he will expose more about his life, how he has a habit of shakes his legs every time, how his eyes don’t stop still, they’re always looking around, as if he’s making sure he’s safe. Every little detail that you could think of, you paid attention to him, like you never did before, you never was this detailed about someone, neither that interested about someone. He has something special, something that curls you up in his hands.

As for Simon? Being on a long mission wasn't that easy. Staying hours awake, the reason why he’s a terrible sleeper, sleeping in uncomfortable tents, thinking only about his objectives all day. It was awful, but, the only thing that reminded him he’s still human, is his friends, his teammates, the only ones he can say some dad jokes sometimes, the only ones who remind him he’s only doing his job, and nothing else, and somehow, that made him feel better. Knowing he’s not alone in this, that he’s not the only one making his hands dirty with blood, the only ones who made him feel less guilty for the blood dripping on his mask. Besides that, sometimes he caught himself thinking of his neighbor, the only one who had the courage to talk to him, that looked him in the eyes, that listened to his short talk, his voice and saw his miserable life. And yet, you don’t even know the whole story, if he did tell you…would you still smile at him? Would you still look him in the eyes? Would you still not be afraid of him? Would you still think he deserves to be loved? Because, he, himself, doesn't think he does. After all he did, all he passed through and lost, he didn't have a chance to be happy and live an ordinary life, he always had to remind how useless he was at protecting his family once, how he was a cowardly kid, how he suffered in dirty hands, how he felt used. Nothing more than a war machine, a big, strong and scary man that everyone frightens, that’s what he is, in his mind. As for you, such a gentle, kind and delicate woman…why would you listen to someone like him? He thinks he doesn’t deserve your kindness.

For now, there he is, stepping back to his apartment, his heavy boots making some noise as he's not even looking at the way he’s doing. It’s always like this when he’s back from a long mission, he felt like he was on automatic. His mask, a bit dirty like his gear, and he had some wounds too. He made his way on the halls, going to the elevator, it’s late, like 4AM.

And a soft voice calls for him before the elevator comes, the creaky wooden door behind him making noise.

—”Simon…?” —It’s your voice, he’s already used to that sweet melody. He doesn’t turn to face you, not wanting to scare you with his actual state.

—”Hello.” —Without noticing, you left a sigh of relief.

—”You’re back. I was worried.” —Your words make him disbelief, he turns to face you, and you can see a mask on his usual balaclava, his eyes widened as his pupils shake.

—”You shouldn’t.”

—”If I could control that. But I couldn't, and I'm happy you’re back." —His eyes fall to your figure, rubbing your eyes as you’re still sleepy, your pajamas from that day, and your voice sounds like honey.

—”What happened to you, Simon?”

—”I was working.”

—’Not this, these wounds…” — Realization crawls up to his mind, you shouldn’t be able to see him like this.

—”Shit.” — He mumbles under his breath and looks away. Your figure walks closer to him, it’s dark to see properly.

—”Please, come in. Let me take care of this for you.”

—”No need, I'm fine, thanks.” —How could he say no to your cute little eyes, looking up and down on his body, looking for every wound. Your fingers go to his arms, gently touching and pulling him inside your apartment. Without a word, he just follows, he could easily get rid of your hands on him, and he didn’t.

You close the door and make him sit on your couch, picking up a med kit in your kitchen, sitting beside him.

—”You’re not going to ask why I'm like this?”

—”Only if you want to say why.” — Your eyes meet him, looking for his approval before you lift up the sleeves of his gear, finding a very bad wound on it, how he wasn’t feeling the pain? He just nods, and you lift his sleeves gently. He loved how caring you are, always searching his approval for everything, even simple things like this. He loves how gentle you were towards a man like him.

—”Then…can we not?”

—”Of course, Simon.”

He always enjoyed how his name would sound in your tongue, in your voice. It made his heart skip a beat everytime. With caution, you clean up his wound, and he doesn't hisses, doesn't frown or groan, he just watches in silence, looking into your eyes all the time. Nothing matters now, not the pain, not the blood, no. Only you, and your kindness.

—”What were you doing awake?”

—”I wasn’t. I heard your footsteps.”

—”How did you know it was mine?”

—”I guessed. You’re the only one who would walk around at this time.” —His dark brown eyes were staring at your face, you looked so concentrated now, even while sleepy like this, you managed to do this. To take care of him.

—”Why are you doing this?”

—”Because I care about you, Simon.”

Those words, it’s been years since he heard it, seem unreal. Why would you care about him? What did he do to deserve such kindness? Is God finally hearing his prays he did when he was young? No, you’re only his neighbor, this is normal…right?

—”Why?”

—"Do i need a reason?" —He only looks away, his head nodding at your words. You were right, you don’t need reasons to do what you’re doing. Though, he really wanted you to have one. He needed you to have a reason to help a man like him.

A comfortable silence creeps in between both, it’s a silence that yells inside, so many questions on both sides, but no one wants to ask it. Simon looks on your window, the curtain flowing and showing the moon bright in the sky, giving him a feeling he never felt before…love, in its truest form, just pure love. Being taken care of like this, he doesn’t even know why he accepted this, normally he would ignore it and go to bed, sleeping only two hours or less. But you, have your gentle fingers wrapping his wound now, gently patching it with a gauze, you had some talent for this, he wondered…have you ever taken care of someone else? Because you seem to be used to this.

—”Well done.” —You mumbles under your breath, your eyelids blink slowly, you’re so sleepy…it’s adorable.

—”Thanks.” —Oh really? Is everything he can mumble after this help? He can’t express anything more than this. Honestly, he didn’t need to, his eyes locked with yours, your body painted with the moonlight and the dark blue sky, and you can see how he feels grateful for you. You smile gently.

—”No need to, I was just worried when I saw you like this.”

Simon sighs, taking off the skull mask on his covered face, leaving only his balaclava as you’re used to.

—”It’s normal for me to get back like this.”

—”With wounds?”

—”Not only on my body.”

—”You know you can’t live like this forever, right?”

—”I always did.”

—”And this will hurt you eventually, Simon. You can’t hide emotions and think everything is okay. They will overflow.”

—”You don’t know me well for this.” —Simon gets up from your couch, his voice getting rougher, and looks at your door. You felt a twist in your guts, he’s worried you might figure him out, because you’re already doing.

—”If you’re being kind only to know my past, forget it. I’m not a storyteller.”

—”Who told you I wanted this? I’m pretty sure it was yourself.” —Now it’s your time to get up and meet his eyes, his eyes can’t lie to you.

—”You’re tricking yourself with this, Simon.”

He hated this, how pretty you look while your skin sparkled with the moonlight, how your eyes made him nowhere to run, how you would read him like a book, even if you two don’t know for a long time.

—”You don’t know me enough to say that.”

—”Being cold won’t keep me away, if that's what you’re trying to do.”

The only thing Simon does is curse under the black silk on his face. He didn’t like to look so predictable, so vulnerable like this. But at the same time, he just wants to be taken care of by you, and only you, no one else. He stays silent for what seems like an eternity, there's nothing else to say. What would he do now? Being cold wasn't going to keep you away, and he knows he will only hurt you, and lose someone like you would be dumb. All of his thoughts were making him dizzy, it was too much, he didn’t feel like this in years, and now it just makes him confused, he doesn't know how to deal with this anymore.

—”Look, Simon, it’s okay. You don’t have to agree with what I say. I just want you to know that even if I don't know you too well, you’re already someone I care about.” —You whispered to him, this tone was enough to bring him back to reality. His heart skips a beat at your words, he didn’t deserve you. At least he doesn’t think so.

—”Do you even realize what you’re saying? I’m a stranger at your house. Aren’t you scared?”

—”Not of you.” —A cute smile spreads on your face, and poor Simon, he feels his legs weaker, his heart melt at the same second.

—”You’re crazy. I can’t understand you.”

He’s being genuine on this, he can’t understand how optimistic you are, how cute, pretty, kind you are. And damn, that hairs of yours, the smell makes him insane, he always tries his best to stay away.

—”And I can't understand you as well, we’re even now.” —Simon can’t help but chuckle in disbelief with your words. Oh God, why couldn’t he have a normal life…by your side if that’s possible?

—”Look, [name], I appreciate the help. I should go now, I already messed up your sleep too much.”

—”Wait…can’t you stay just until i sleep? I can’t go back to sleep alone now.”

—”Uhm…sure.” —He looks away, and you giggle. Quickly, you make your way to the couch again and make yourself comfortable there, laying your body and closing your eyes. He watched every movement, not really wanting to look like a perv or something, he wouldn’t ever want to make you embarrassed.

—”Goodnight, Simon.”

—”Night.” —Simon clears his throat, looking while you find a good position to sleep, you look so peaceful. Maybe having him around makes you feel this way. His eyes are glued to your face, so delicate and calm while you breath slowly, it was an adorable sight, he thought to himself. His thick accent was the last thing you heard before falling asleep, quicker than he thought you would. Simon looks around and sees a blanket on another couch, he takes it and gently puts it above your body, making you nuzzle into it as the cold breeze was a problem your sleeping figure didn’t know it needed help. “How stupid” he thinks to himself, he’s a war criminal, why the hell does he have a soft stop for a person he doesn’t even know the age? His strong arms could rip you apart, since you’re so fragile like this. Correcting himself, he could, but he couldn’t even think of doing it, you’re so delicate, he just wants to protect you, not the contrary. He sighs, and notices he’s been looking at your sleeping figure for a long while now. He walks to your door and holds the handle, but something curls on his legs before he can walk outside, it’s your kitten. That lazy female cat who decided to greet the man on his second visit here, her white and orange fur on his gear.

—”Bloody hell.” — Simon caught himself watching his tone for you, not wanting to wake you up. The little kitten meows while twirling around Simon’s legs, he sighs and rolls his eyes up, one hand holds his mask, the other rubs the cat’s chin with his gloves on, so rough, and yet, bent down to caress your cat.

—”Now…let me leave, lil’one.” — His strong accent keeps there, while he…whispers with your cat. He gets up and opens your wood creaky door with caution, giving a head nod to your cat and closing the door when he steps away.

It’s so hard to leave, to leave that warm, cozy, happy place. To meet his dark and cold home, he can only sigh with the thought. Why is it so hard to leave? Why is his heart throbbing? That’s stupid, he’s not a teenager anymore, he’s a grown ass man that can deal with his feelings, he thinks so. He’s only trying to fool himself into that idea, because he knows when he steps his foot inside his apartment, he will crave for the sound of your voice, your warmth and your damn smile, and mostly, your words. So well chosen like you know exactly what to say to make him fall. You’re clever enough for his rudeness. He knows you will be just below, living your life peacefully and he will get back to his miserable life, alone, with his bad thoughts. If only he was open to his own feelings, he would see how fucked up he is now. Already missing you and wanting to stay by your side. His delusional mind wanders to a life together, you would say him goodbye when he’s out for missions, calls him, send letters, and he would keep a photo of you on his pocket, only so when he’s not motivated, he looked at it and remembers why he’s there, to make you safe. He would come back to your arms and stay beside each other, you would see his face behind that balaclava and smile, knowing the real Simon, while he leaves Ghost on the job.

That’s when he comes back to earth, being on his balcony, his balaclava lifted up a little bit as he smokes, taking a puff of his cigarette and sending it back into the sky with a blow. The breeze makes him shiver even with his gear still on, and the thoughts consume himself.

—"I'm fucked up."— Simon realizes when his thoughts wanders too much. He tosses the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it as his raspy voice talks to himself. Going to bed at 6AM, and not even being able to sleep, because his heart decided to throb about someone he doesn’t even know well, his brain decides to play with his sanity once more. He can’t take this feeling growing inside of him, it’s weird. Simon stares at the ceiling, laying at bed, his hands caressing his chest as he feels pain inside, right on his heart. Not even his patched wound would hurt like this.

What is this feeling...is he...falling in love? You leave him in tatters. And even while he's thinking you're perfect, you still have your problems as well, he's not the only one broken, and he will discover this soon.

[lorebeth]

HSR Headcannons

Hiyaa these are quick notes I think that different Honkai Star Rail characters would do or behave like ALSO IF YOU THINK IT'S OOC THAT'S FINE SHSKAHF I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SO MUCH ANYTHING THEY DO IS REAL TO ME ❤️

IF THERE ARE SPELLING MISTAKES HELP SORRY

Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, March, Serval, Kafka

Blade:

-He holds your hand when you cross the road (it seems like something he would do just absentmindedly, if you bring it up he won't do it again).

-He likes to take you places you've never been to, as chaotic as his person is, I think he really likes the more calmer days and enjoys finding new places with you, albeit he's also looking to run away from the authorities at the same time...

-I am a firm believer that Blade watches all types of movies, even romcoms. You enter the living room and see him watching '10 things I hate about you' and he's genuinely into it thinking about how he relates to a character.

-He has matching phone accessories with you. Kafka makes fun of him whenever he comes to work with a bright coloured pompom hanging out of his pocket.

-He is quite chill when you bring him little trinkets, he might not know what you're supposed to be doing with such an oddly shaped item, he might even stare at you blankly, but he knows the object reminded you of him and that makes him happier than he'd like to admit.

Dan Heng:

-He likes to smell you (THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY). He loves the smell of your shampoo and has decided to buy the same one as you, however he didn't like it because March caught a whiff and made fun of him for weeks with you in earshot.

-He likes when you doodle on his hand with a pen or a marker. He also let's you do his eyeliner because you recenctly only realised he had one eye done and the other not, seeing as you start to do this more often, he buys more eyeliner and different colours for you to experiment with. (Although you both agree he looks better in red.)

-ABSOLUTELY 100% LOVES YOUR MUSIC! At first he didn't because he thought it was weird, but you eventually start catching him humming your favourite songs and you start to slowly make him play lists and organise an entire library of his and your favourite music together.

-He has matching plushies with you, you guys switch them every night and act like divorced parents who have to switch kids every weekend.

Gepard:

-He eats all the food in the fridge and you see him with his mouth dirty and can't help get too mad at him when he says he hasn't been in the kitchen all day. Other than his crimson cheeks, messy mouth and embarrassed eyes, nothing tells you more of his crime than his horrible acting skills.

-When he goes out, he likes to bring you back something, honestly anything. He once brought back an entire couch because he heard you needed a new one that fitted the aesthetic of your living room.

-Think golden retriever, you shall receive golden retriever.

-He likes when you praise him, it gets him happy and excited, a little shy and he just acts like he has just received the best present in the world, however it backfires when he compliments you as well. Your face heats up and even if he can't tell, he knows from your expression and attitude he got to you more than you let him see.

March

-She’s 100% tried to steal your clothes and you catch her every single time.

-She is so bad at hiding the fact she steals your clothing that whenever you walk into your room, you INSTANTLY sense your favourite sweater was taken hostage.

-Obviously she loves you and gives you fashion advice, but only when she’s ready will she let you borrow her own clothes. For her, this is an extreme act of love and trust.

-She totally takes your phone and blows up your storage with 100+ pictures of her or you sleeping, your phone almost shut itself down on multiple occasions 😭.

-Likes to try bake you little sweets from different planets. Due to her past, she cannot remember where she is from, so her love language is giving you things from other planets or your home planet, especially through baked goods! She’s either a cooking pro or she burns down the entire Express. It’s a 50/50.

Serval

-Loves hearing you sing. You sound like Gepard? It’s okay! She has her best smile on to encourage her lover!

-She 1000% stole your musical instrument (if you play one) and tried learning it for you if you don’t have a guitar.

-Not everything with her is musical, but she finds it does help when she’s cooking, cleaning, working in her shop, she even has a playlist that has your name on it and is full of songs that remind her of you.

-She shows you baby pictures of Gepard and Lynx. You’ve never ONCE seen her though. Kinda sketchy. Just ask Gepard and suddenly you have millions of cute chubby little Serval’s everywhere!

-That one fangirl who waits for Serval or tries to catch a glimpse? Not anymore! All the windows are now only see through on the inside and Serval has taken extra measures to keep her and your life private from her groupie. Will tell the girl to knock it off if you’re extremely uncomfortable.

Kafka

-She has the passwords to every account you’ve ever made on any platform. She doesn’t go through any of them but she likes that you share that with her, she in turn lets you go through her email. That’s all she has. 🙁

-She caught you wearing her uniform once and just stayed at the door watching you say her signature catch phrases. 11/10 embarrassing, 100/10 her thinking it was cute as hell.

-She doesn’t really have time for dates or anything of the such, but whenever you really need her, desperately, she’s there instantly. Sometimes you use your trump card when there’s a creepy bug and she catches it ONLY TO THROW THAT MF IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION.

-Has a pet snake. I genuinely am a firm believer she has a pet snake that she named in your honour. If you like snakes or not, you will have to feed it when she’s gone. 🙁

[southerntigress]

This Is Gonna Hurt

"Savannah you have to go to this party with me tonight" my best friend Liz says as she busts through my bedroom door

"I already told you no I don't wanna be around nobody"

She has been trying all day to get me to go to this stupid party with her but I don't want to and she ain't giving up

"I know but you have been in the house and haven't been out in months every since the break up all you do is mope around I miss my fiery best friend that was down for anything" she looks at me

I sigh "fine I guess I'll go if it'll get u off my back"

She jumps up and hugs me "yay you have have no idea how happy you just made me"

I roll my eyes "oh I have a feeling"

She giggles "besides there's gonna be rockstars there"

I roll my eyes yet again "oh great just what I wanted to rub elbows with entitled rockstars who thinks every woman should drop to their knees for them"

She laughs "oh come Savannah I heard Nikki Sixx is gonna be there I know how much you have always wanted him to dick you down who knows it might just happen"

I look at her like she's crazy "are you ok girl?" I say and touch her forehead

"Stop it" says pushing my hand away "I'm just fine let's get ready before you change your mind"

So we get there we walk around and mingle a bit then Liz taps me on the shoulder

"Look there's Nikki and Vince let's go say hey"

"Ugh let's not I'm not drunk enough yet" I laugh

"Good cause then you would just be a giggling fool" she laughs as we get closer "You're not wrong" I laugh

As we get closer Nikki is the first one to noticed us and he rolls his eyes and turns his back to us "oh this is starting off great haven't even spoke and he's already being rude" I think to myself

We approach them and Vince turns around "hi I'm Liz and this my friend Savannah" Liz introduces us

Vince smiles and hugs us " Hi beautiful ladies I'm Vince and this here is Nikki" he says as he taps Nikki on the shoulder

Nikki turns towards us looks us up and down

Then looks back at me he looks me up and down  once again and says "I know who you are I've been at your club seen you dance a few times"

"Funny I never saw you" I say

He laughs "that's cause you were too busy being whore and dancing on other guys"

"Asshole how dare u call me a whore u don't even know me" I say

"Don't have to know you to know what you are you're like a dime a dozen sweets I've been around all strippers are whores" he says with a shrug

"You are a fucking dick. I'm not a whore I don't sleep around I was just doing my job and dancing doesn't make me a whore" I glare at him

"No but being a stripper does" he says and returns my glare

"That's rich coming from a rockstar former king of sleaze" I say

He got closer to me "I'm a changed man now"

"Yeah? then what are you still in strip clubs looking to get your dick wet? Then wanna act like you're better than me" I say

"Act? I am better than you"

"In what world? You have fucked 100 of girls and still can't seem to find one that will put up with your ass and now I see why" I sassed back

"Shut your fucking mouth you don't know shit about me bitch" he says stepping close to me and backing me against the  wall

"Or what? You think u scare me? You better think again asshole" I say "now get off of me I have a party to get back to"

I try to push him off of me but he pins me against the wall

"You ain't going nowhere we ain't finished" he sneers

"This was over before it begun now move" I say and try to free myself

"No" he says with a chuckle

He then crashes he lips on mine so hard my head flew back and hit the wall

I pull away " that hurt asshole" I glare

He just attaches his lips back to mine

I fight him off still not wanting to give in but then he bites my lip and all bets were off

I suddenly  came to my senses I pull away

I take deep breath in to keep from losing my shit "Nikki I swear if you don't get out of my face and let me go"

He smirked got even closer "what you gonna do? You ain't big enough to do anything"

I ball my fist up at my sides  breathing hard I'm beyond pissed at this moment

He laughs and looks at fist "might as well unball these" he says grabbing my hands  "cause we both know you ain't gonna do shit you are too much of a little bitch"

That set something off in me I mustered up all the strength I had and shoved him backwards he stumbled back enough for me to get out his grip "fuck you" I yelled walking away

But before I could get completely away he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders before heading to the nearest room when we got in there he threw me on the bed and slammed the door shut locking it behind him he then walked towards me grabbing me up from the bed and pushed me against the door I went to say something but he put his hand over mouth

" No shut the fuck up you have said and done enough you wanna get mouthy and then shove me when it gets to hot for you take then you're gonna see a side of me I've kept hidden for awhile after I'm down with you you're gonna wish you have never did that" he promises

I rolled eyes "you don't scare me"

He suddenly crashed his lips on mine again and runs his hands down my body when he got to the edge of my skirt he lifted it up and grinned wickedly

"Look at you no panties just the little whore that you are"

"Look at you pants undone and barely covering your dick just like the sleazy asshole that you are" I say

"Fucking bitch" he says

"Fucking dick" I shot back

He smirked "guess we both were ready for easy access"

I rolled my eyes He smirked again as he grinded his bulge against my bare core and I moaned pulling his hair he groaned and bit my lip pulling back on it as he rubbed my ass. He pulled away

"you wanna get mouthy then pull my hair and get rough huh? I'll show you rough and just how much of a dick I can really be and what being a bitch gets you" he says

" thats what you've been saying but all you've been is all talk and I wouldn't be a bitch if you wasn't such a dick" I tell him

He glares at me "That's it I've had enough of you and your mouth"

I smirked and rubbed my hand on his dick "apparently you want more what you gonna about it?"

"Enough!" he yelled and slammed his lips against mine so hard my head hit the wall behind me again but this time with a thud

I whimpered "that really hurt u bas-" I was cut mid sentence nikki grabbed me and pushed me to the floor "Get on all fours now!" He commanded

And that's the night I learned to not push Nikki Sixx over the edge not that I regret it cause it was the best sex I have ever had even if I was bruised and couldn't walk straight for a couple days.

[danyvhell-writes]

vere hcs? preferably for a sub reader but it's fine either way!! thx a lot :P

General Vere headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Thanks for the ask <333 Took me more time than I planned but here it is ! (Sorry for the wait lil anon, I was quite busy this month :') Writing about him was so fun, he's just so malicious and silly ?? Hope you'll like it hehe >:)

• Anything becomes a reason to tease you ! A little smile you gave him ? A blush ? Stammering even just a bit ? He will tease you to death if he can.

• He sees everything. Think you can hide something from him ? Ah, how naive of you. If something bothers you he will know, don't try to put on a mask. "Oh someone seems upset hm..." "No I'm not !" "I just said someone, why do you think you were targeted MC ? Care to explain yourself ?" he says with his devious little smile. You don't even need to speak, he reads you like an open book :').

• Not one to talk about his feelings openly but definitely makes you know when he appreciates your company ! It might be by taking you to private operas, going to fancy teahouse, gifting you little paintings he did, inviting you for shopping and more...

• Want to know how he truly feels ? Pay attention to his ears. They tell a lot more than he does, depending on how they twitch, their angle and much more... reading him becomes way easier.

• Would 100% write you letters. Casual letters where he just writes about his life, spicy letters where he describes in various ways how he would devour you... Whenever he needs to express something, he writes to you and doesn't even expect an answer ! You'll open your enveloppe and see "I can't believe Vanessa, this absolute rotten bitch, stole my silver ring ! Can you believe it MC ? I should rip her finger off with the ring and keep it so she remembers her wrong..."

• If he can get any reaction from you, it's a win. Loves to see how you'll respond to his flirty proposition, especially if you get flustered 👀

• You know this type of people who hit furnitures/stuff when they laugh ? Well Vere does it but with his tail, tell a funny joke and you can be sure you'll get hit (gently...or not) with it !

• Would be thrilled to analyze your sketchbook if you're an artist. Trying to hide it from him ? Not an option, you will show him everything ! I just know he'll sneak it to look through every pages, taking notes of striking elements and how your artstyle translates with different techniques.

→ Drawing sessions with him omg ! At first he'd joke about needing a live model and why not try nude modeling but at the end you guys end up super concentrated in your respective art piece. Definitely wouldn't mind becoming your muse tho...

↑ Adding into this but, he'd leave little notes and cute doodles when you're not looking. You just open your sketchbook and see next to your recent stuff "The lines are timid I know you can do better ;)"or "I was there..." or even "Draw me next time ! I'll be the best piece."

• The both of you together can easily become absolute menace to society. The cheer chaos you can cause is too much for this city ! If Kuras ever finds out about your malicious plans, he'll be disappointed.

• Will let you brush his hair and tail if you're good enough. "Mess with my hair and you know what awaits you !" Please convince him to try new hairstyles, make him even prettier than he already is >:)

• As much as he is an expensive fox, he'll enjoy homemade gifts. He won't show it too much but he keeps everything you've made for him at his place. Bonus point if it's decorative pieces ! (The thought of you taking time to put effort into something for him makes him smile more than he can admit).

• This man likes to cook so don't hesitate giving him recipes you like. Not sure he'll succeed preparing them but the effort is always well put ! If you're good in a kitchen, he'll find an excuse to cook/bake with you.

• Enjoys showing you around the city, especially secret places. He doesn't just share his secret spots with anyone so you can feel privileged !

→ Talking about spots he likes, he will take you to his favourite restaurants. You'd expect fancy, luxurious place but no ! Most of them are little family business owned by the same people since decades. The food is straight up heavenly and you let him know. "I've been around this city long enough to know the best places ! You shouldn't be surprised."

• Grows really protective of you. Of course he knows you can defend yourself, but if anyone dares to hurt you, they'll have to face lethal consequences. Anyone threatening you "Do you want me to break their kneecaps ? I can also hit their sciatic nerve if you wish ! Or maybe-" "Vere no."

• If you enjoy some good gossip, you're gonna be fed just right with this guy ! We know he knows everything, he's the ears of the city. Juicy drama to shocking revelation, he's got every type of story in stock ! All you gotta do is ask and the conversation will last for hours.

• If you're in his presence, forget about personal space. Your space is his now ! His body will always be in contact with yours, even if it's not noticeable at first.

• Makeover ? Yes. You will be his personal doll. If he has to test outfits, color combinations or other stuff you'll be his subject ! He'll try a lot of different clothes on you until you look like the hottest person alive (after him). Dressing you up is one of his favourite activities and of course you guys would wear matching outfits. You two are just ✨fashion✨.

• Don't know why but I feel like he would love playing board/card games, especially if they involve money ! Think you can win against him ? Nope no chance, bluffing is too easy for him and he's an absolute beast (pun intended). Just picture him playing 'loup-garou' (The werewolves of miller's hollow in english I think ? My french ass can't remember), I know he'd kill it !

• Has a very distinctive laugh. You could hear him from miles away and recognize him instantly ! Also it's kinda infectious, if he starts bursting out laughing, you'll easily follow into it.

• This man growls. Like literally. It doesn't happen a lot but whenever he does it always surprises you.

• This is him :

[ghoststyles]

Fairway to Heaven - Part 4

WC: 7.4K

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, harassment.

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3

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The summer turns into fall, and Briar and Harry are living in their bubble of bliss. They’re professional when at Wynnewood, but a full-on domestic couple in private. Briar started her MBA, and Harry is thriving at work, finally finding the balance he’s been craving. 

Uncle Patrick has completely warmed up to the couple, inviting them over for dinner and drinks regularly. Harry continuously charms her Aunt Meredith, and bonds with each of her brothers, talking about golf, music, and Marvel movies. One day, Briar received a text from her Uncle Patrick; All 6 of her favorite guys smiling in a group photo on the 14th hole of Wynnewood. Her heart was positively bursting.

Gus’s preferences shift as well; Before Harry, Briar was Gus’s whole world. Now, she’s the last to be greeted when they walk in the door, and is given a deathly side eye if she joins the two of them on HER bed. Harry sneaks out for a run in the mornings when he stays at Briar’s, always bringing Gus with him for the first half mile.

If Briar heads over to Harry’s, Gus is usually in tow. He even bought Gus a bed and some toys to make him feel at home. 

Caroline and Briar made amends a week after their trip to the city. They’ve known each other long enough to know they need time to cool off and collect their thoughts. Briar invited Caroline out to breakfast with her and Harry, so they can meet and get to know one another. Caroline sent Briar a text to let her know Harry seems like a great guy, and if she’s happy, then they’re all happy.

Briar is halfway through her shift on the back course when she hears another cart pull up behind her.

“There’s my beer angel!” Niall shouts, lifting her up in the air from behind.

“Oi! Hands off,” Harry snaps, glaring at him. He shoves Niall out of the way, giving Briar a gentle kiss. 

“Hi, Birdie,” he whispers. 

“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers into his mouth, praying Niall is out of earshot. To prying eyes, their exchange is disgusting. 

Niall is sifting through her cooler, trying to find the coldest Mich Ultra. 

“Niall!” Harry yells, throwing his hands up. “You’re paying for that.”

“What’re you, her security guard?” Niall laughs, popping open the beer.

“Harry, it’s fine,” Briar assures, touching his arm gently.

He huffs, still glaring at Niall.

“Who’s winning?” Briar asks, unsure if she’s poking a bear.

“Me!” Niall laughs. “I think your boy is a bit distracted.”

“He’s had some lucky shots,” Harry grumbles.

Briar rubs his arm before wrapping hers around his waist. The course is relatively empty today, so she feels comfortable being so close to him. Since revealing their relationship to Niall, he’s taken the liberty of cracking a joke at every opportunity. 

“When is your shift over?” Harry asks, leaning his cheek down on top of her head.

“Mmm, I offered to stay late today. Probably closer to 6,” she sighs, not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, love birds, hurry up. I gotta stay warmed up if I’m gonna drop the hammer on H here,” Niall rolls his eyes, jumping back on the cart.

Briar’s heart flutters at Niall’s frivolous use of the word ‘love’. Harry squeezes her one more time before returning to their cart. 

“We’re Audi 5000,” Harry says, holding up the peace sign while stepping on the gas and driving away.

“Yeah, that didn’t make you sound 100 years old!” she yells out, laughing at them. 

“LL Cool J is the man!” he shouts back. 

~

On her midday break, she heads into the dining room to say hi to Cam. Their schedules haven’t lined up recently.

“Hey girl!” Cam gleams, waving her over. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know! And life has been crazy,” she plops down on one of the bar stools. 

Cam puts the glassware in her hands on the bar and leans over, placing her chin on her palms, “Soooo. How’s Harry?” 

Briar can’t hide the smile on her face. “Everything is good. Better than good, really.”

“Sorry if you take offense to this, but I’m imagining the sex is fucking incredible.”

“You’d be correct. No offense taken,” Briar giggles.

“Ugh, I need to get laid,” Cam admits, not caring if her patrons at the bar hear her. 

“Want me to get the low down on Niall for you?” 

“It wouldn’t hurt, but something tells me I can probably pull him on my own,” she laughs. 

Briar laughs, “yeah, you’re right.”

The two girls chat for a little longer, catching up on other club gossip. Briar heads back out to her cart, only to find a tiny stuffed owl sitting on the seat. She looks around, unsure where he could be. Her heart swells at the gesture.

She drives around hoping to find Harry, her new companion sitting on the cart’s tiny dashboard. Rounding the corner to the back half of the course, she spots a figure on the 14th hole, just as the sun is setting. 

She smiles, loving that this has become their spot. He acknowledges her, his smile lighting up as she gets closer. She parks her cart parallel to his, barely putting hers in park before she launches herself into his cart.

“Woah, nelly!”

“Hi, Daddy,” she says, kissing next to his ear, smelling his shampoo.

“Hi, Birdie. How’s your day?”

“Good. I love my new little friend,” she says, looking over at the little owl. 

“I almost bought you a little chick, but this one stood out to me more,” he smiles. “What’re you gonna name him?”

Without skipping a beat, Briar says, “Joaquin.”

Harry juts out his lip, nodding his head. “I like it.”

She shuffles to hover over Harry’s hips, her skirt fanning out to cover both of their laps. Harry looks down, grinning at her deviously.

“Panties off, Birdie,” he says assertively.

She gasps, heat sneaking up from her neck to her cheeks. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

He keens at her response. His brave girl. “Mhm. We’ll be real careful,” he says, unbuckling his belt. He lifts both of them so he can pull his pants over his ass. She pulls her thong off, setting it off to the side.

The sun is setting, and the course is essentially empty. The hustle and bustle leaving them with the calming sounds of the wooded area beside them.

“Where’s Niall?” Briar asks, looking around.

“Left a bit ago.”

“O-okay,” she says, nodding. Briar perches herself on the bench beside him. She leans down, looking up at him before touching.

“Go ahead baby, get me out so you can fuck yourself on my cock next,” he rasps.

Briar’s stomach is stirring with excitement; the idea of being caught sending a shiver down her spine. She touches him over his briefs lightly, his cock twitching in response. She fishes him out, immediately kissing his tip and giving small licks on the top half of his dick. While she busies herself, Harry reaches his hand around to play with her pussy. She’s already dripping, so Harry inserts two fingers and starts fucking her. 

She moans as she wraps her lips around him, not caring if the whole club can see them. Briar runs her tongue along the juicy veins before sucking him further. Taking a deep breath, she braces to take him deeper. She’s been practicing relaxing her throat.

Harry grunts loudly, taking his right hand to press down on the back of her neck. She takes his encouragement, only wanting to take him deeper. She inches her way until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. She gurgles, pulling off of him abruptly to gasp for air.

“Took me so deep, baby. So fucking proud,” Harry beams, not believing this girl is his. “Make me happier every day.”

Her pussy is dripping, unable to wait another second. He removes his fingers before sticking them in his mouth. 

“Daddy, I need you,” she pouts, moving to sit back on his lap, his cock just barely swiping her center.

“Go ahead baby, take what’s yours,” he instructs, eager to see her take control. Indirectly, of course.

She reaches between them, gripping his cock to line it up with her needy hole. Every part of her wants to sink down as fast as possible, but she opts to sink down deliciously and slowly. They gasp and moan in unison, Harry’s eyes rolling back a bit. 

“So deep!” she screams, her head falling back. 

Instead of telling her to be quiet, he reaches around her to raise her head back up and stuffs his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She welcomes the intrusion, swirling her tongue between them. He pushes further back in her mouth, choking her a bit, while thrusting up to meet her bounces.

He removes his fingers for a quick second, leaving her gasping for air as she’s bouncing all over his cock. He wants so badly to pull her tits out, but that’s too risky. He shoves his fingers back in her mouth. Reaching between them, he rubs her clit furiously, knowing she’s getting close.

Her bounces are becoming less rhythmic and more sloppy. He smiles at her, “C’mon, Birdie, take it.”

She slurs around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m so close.” His fingers are so big in her mouth, making her sound like she has a lisp.

“I want it baby, give it to me,” he grits out, still rubbing her clit. She stops all movement, her head slamming down onto Harry’s shoulder, letting out an extended whine. He thrusts into her a few more times, spilling everything in him. She feels warm and heavenly. 

Harry lazily looks around, spotting no one around them. He scratches her back, encouraging her to lift herself off of him.

“Ughn,” Briar whines as she goes to stand.

“I know, Birdie. Did so good f’me.”

She pulls off, feeling his cum drip down her thighs. She reaches for her discarded panties, before Harry snatches them.

“Uh-uh, nope,” he says, shoving them in his pocket.

“Daddy!” she says, shocked. This feels so scandalous. 

“Hope it isn’t breezy,” he says, winking before kissing her neck. He shoos her back to her cart. She grabs his golf towel, laying it down before sitting again, the juices dripping deliciously.

~

Briar showers after her shift — for obvious reasons, before heading to her house to grab Gus. Harry invited them over to hang out with a few of his friends. 

She arrives at his house, making direct eye contact with Harry’s nosy neighbor. This time, Briar marches right to the front door and lets herself in. She hears laughter coming from the kitchen, so she lets go of Gus’s leash, letting him run straight to Harry.

“Gus!” Harry yells, lifting the dog’s top half up.

“Oi! Who’s this?” One of the brunette men sat around the island asks.

“This is Gus,” Harry says, pointing to the pup. “I’m dating his mother.”

Briar bursts out laughing, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s weird sense of humor. Harry leans over to give her a kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Briar. We’ve heard a lot about you,” the same man says, rolling his eyes at Harry.

“This is Ben, and that’s Tom, Tom and Jeffrey,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Nice to meet you all!” she beams, despite feeling nervous being in a room full of older men. They are all clearly older than Harry — probably closer to Patrick’s age.

“Ben, you’re the one who kept Harry off the streets while he renovated his house, right?” Briar asks, remembering what Harry told her on her first visit to his place. 

Harry smiles at the small detail she picked up on. 

“That’s right. It was like having a little gremlin in my attic,” he smiles, as Harry punches him in the arm lightly. 

The men shoot their shit, and Briar is just happy to watch them interact, interjecting when relevant. She hates when girlfriends ruin their boyfriend’s time with friends by turning the attention on themselves. 

Harry decides he wants to move the party outside, so he starts carrying drinks to the fire pit, but is struggling to carry them.

“Help me, Jeffrey!” Harry says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. She assumes it’s from one of their many inside jokes. Jeff jumps out of his chair to grab a few of the cans from his hands. 

“How do you carry all those drinks at once, Briar?” Harry huffs, just barely making it to the outdoor table. 

“I get to practice on some needy members. Specifically members named Niall and Harry,” she teases, causing them all to erupt into laughter. 

They sit around telling stories, the further they go back in time, the crazier. Briar rests comfortably on Harry’s lap on the comfy round chair. She thinks even if she met Harry when he was younger, they’d still get together. It’s later in the night, so the men opt to go back to their hotels, since a few of them are visiting from out of town.

She starts to doze off, before Harry whispers in her ear, “They really like you, Birdie.”

She can feel his smile against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says softly. “Want me to carry you?”

She giggles, her eyes still not opening. “Yeah.”

She turns around, wrapping herself around him, crossing her ankles over his butt. Gus senses their movement, and does a downward dog stretch before trotting inside. 

She clings to him as he locks doors and shuts off lights. He struggles to carry her upstairs, but manages. He drops her on his bed before diving on top of her, whistling John Cena’s wrestling song.

“Bah badum bummmm, bah badum bummmm. It’s John Cena!”

“You are such a loser!” she laughs, about ready to pee her pants. It’s this point in time where she realizes this man is no different than her brothers. 

“Watch that tone, baby,” he warns, giving a smack to her ass. 

She crawls under his covers, absolutely wiped out. Gus is sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” Briar says when they’re laid on their sides staring at each other. 

~

It’s a slow morning when she wakes up. It’s early, but Briar’s internal clock keeps her on a tight schedule. Harry is still snoring, so she sneaks out the door with Gus so he can go to the bathroom. 

Her boyfriend is thoughtful enough to keep a bag of Gus’s food and a spare food and water dish for him. He begins to chow down, so she brews a cup of coffee for herself and for Harry.

With her mug, she heads back outside to finish watching the sun rise and wake up more. It’s only 15 minutes before Harry joins her outside. She smiles, leaning in when he goes to kiss her temple. 

“There’s coffee inside for you,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

“Thanks, Birdie,” he says, plopping down on the chaise lounge, looking straight into the sun, but eyes still shut. “Bed got cold up there without ya.”

Briar hums, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“I can make it not busy,” he looks over at her, squinting. 

“No need, was just curious. Are you cool if I stay while you work? I’m finally not at Wynnewood for once.”

“Fine with me. I always bother you at work. I can show you what business not to go into,” he laughs. 

“Can’t be that bad,” she challenges him.

“You’re right. It’s given me a pretty good life,” he says, encouraging her to join him on his chaise. “Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

~

Briar is lounging on Harry’s sofa with Gus at her feet while Harry works. He moved his laptop into the kitchen so he can be closer to them, although he has been getting heavily distracted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion.

“Y’know, I don’t think Teresa has ever liked Melissa,” Harry says, matter of factly. 

Briar whips her head to gawk at him, her eyebrows raised. “What? You watch this show?”

“I’m fucking with you, I googled ‘RHONJ hot takes’ to see your reaction. I’m satisfied,” he snickers.

“Well that’s a take I agree with. After so many seasons, you just have to pick a side,” Briar yawns.

“Y’can take a nap if you’re tired. No need to stay up for my sake,” Harry says.

“I will, once this is over. How many meetings do you have left?”

“Just 3 more. But they’re all an hour or hour and a half,” he frowns.

“Do you have to be on camera?”

He cocks his head, unsure where she’s going with this question.

“Uh, no, not necessarily. I’ve worked with all of these people before. I usually am on camera if I’m meeting them for the first time,” he explains.

She smiles to herself, before returning back to her show. She has a feeling Harry will go back to his office for his other meetings, knowing his back is probably killing him from hunching over the island. 

Like clockwork, Harry goes into his office for his second call. She gives him about 5 minutes before she tip toes to the large wooden door. She opens it slowly, his eyes meeting hers over his monitor. 

Harry quickly mutes his microphone and takes himself off camera. His attention darting back and forth from the meeting and Briar. She walks around the side of his desk slowly, to which he swivels his chair to face her.

“What are you doing, lovie?” he says in a whisper, untrusting of his mute button.

Briar says nothing, sinking to her knees. Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels her pull his sweatpants down, revealing his flaccid dick that’ll come to life in a few short minutes. He looks to the ceiling, determining his next move. Does he tell her to leave? Or jeopardize his career by letting her continue and punish her later?

Harry chooses the latter. 

By this point, his cock is fully erect and ready to go. Briar peers up with him as she plunges over him. Harry’s eyes close, expecting her to start bobbing her head up and down. Instead, she remains perfectly still. 

He looks down at his girl, and she’s staring right back at him. He’s completely zoned out, until he hears his colleague say his name. 

“Harry? What do you think?”

“I-I uhm, I agree, this sounds like a lucrative opportunity for us. Do you have a full report to share?” he manages to choke out. 

Briar smiles as much as she can with his cock down her throat. She starts to gently suckle on his tip, then pushes his length halfway in, making sure to swallow frequently so her throat contracts, sending him into a tizzy. A few minutes pass of repeating this pattern, and Harry is ready to disintegrate.

The meeting continues, and Harry is holding on by a thread. He feels Briar pull off of him slowly, before rising to her feet and climbing on his lap. He exhales, thankful he didn’t cum with his colleagues on the phone. She wastes no time, inserting his cock in her pussy, not even bothering to remove her underwear and sleep shorts. Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grinds a little, but remains mostly stationary. Her hands cup his face, kissing down his jaw and neck.

Is she — cockwarming him?

His breathing is labored this time, unsure if he can hold off painting her velvety walls with his cum. He bites down on her shoulder.

She whispers lowly in his ear, bouncing a little, “come in me, Daddy.”

With that, he thrusts upward lazily, whines, and drains his balls into her. He can barely catch his breath. They stay like that, letting the meeting run its course. The team is dragging out their goodbyes, so Harry unmutes and chokes out, “Thanksguysgottadropoffbye.”

Briar comes back to life, squirming on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling in.

“Where’d you learn that one, baby girl?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Google,” she laughs while pulling off of him, both of them hyper-fixating on the liquid dripping from her cunt. “‘Kay, I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Harry is dumbfounded. He goes to warn her she’s in for a rude awakening, but the notification for his call with Niall chimes. 

~

When Harry is done his work day, Harry sneaks upstairs to spy on Briar. She’s sound asleep in his bed, with Gus at her side. Having the dog in his bed isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but the two of them look comfortable as hell, he has to admit. 

“Gus Gus,” Harry calls quietly, causing the dog to lift his head. He jumps down from the bed, and Harry is able to shoo him into the hallway. Briar doesn’t stir. 

Harry pads into his closet to find the unopened Amazon package, making sure to tip toe. He quietly shuts the door, sitting on the floor. He tears open the package, watching the contents dump on his lap.

He inspects the items, gently running his fingers along the rope, taking note of the intricate weaves. His spine shivers with excitement, eager to see Briar’s body react to being tied up. Tonight, he’ll keep it simple by tying her wrists behind her back. But, he’ll keep her waiting a bit. Not a long time, but maybe enough for a quick shower, or go outside to his putting green. 

He rises from his spot on the floor, slowly unraveling the rope. He stands at the side of the bed, staring down at his girl. She’s blowing small puffs of air out of her mouth, her lips in an adorable pout. 

He walks around to ‘his side’ of the bed, before pulling the sheet and duvet back. He slides in slowly, still not wanting to wake her. He shuffles closer, pressing his entire body against hers. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pressing delicate kisses up the column. 

Briar gasps lightly, before slowly craning her neck to touch her cheek to his nose.

“Hi, Birdie,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek. “Sleep good?”

“Hi,” Briar yawns. “Yeah, your bed is comfy. Probably could sleep until tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. He’s full of shit, but wants to rile her up, knowing her brain is playing catch up. She starts to sit up, reaching for her phone. 

“Kidding!” he laughs. She smacks his chest, laying back down. She’s still facing away from him.

“I have a surprise,” he whispers. 

“Hm? What is it?”

Harry starts to dangle the rope over her exposed skin. It doesn’t compute right away, but when it does, she freezes, slowly turning around to face him.

“Now?” she squeaks.

“Now,” he nods, fake pouting. “Up ya go.”

He helps her remove her clothes and move to a kneeling position while he stands on the floor, shins pressed against the bed. Harry starts by tying a slip knot around her wrists, nothing too crazy, but he wraps the remainder of the rope around her shoulders to rest above her collar bones. Her décolletage drives Harry wild; that area of her body always looks incredible, clothed or not. His cock twitches, eager to see the rope there.

When everything is secure, he brings her to a lying position on her left side, facing the en suite. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He tugs the rope for good measure. “Gonna go take a shower now.”

Her eyes bug out of her head, grunting when she moves her arms, forgetting she’s in the restraints already. 

“B-but, I said…” she trails off, a look of pure terror flashing across her face. 

“I know what you said, Birdie. Daddy knows what’s best for you right now,” he hums, giving her a look of pity. “Won’t leave you for long.”

He spins on his heels towards the bathroom, and Briar feels like she could start crying. The feeling of fight or flight has never been so strong. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm her nerves, looking around the room. 

Somehow maneuvering her body to flip to a kneeling position, her face laying flat on the mattress, she rotates her head to look at Harry’s bed side table. She spots a bottle of lube, her vibrator, and one more item she can’t make out. She slams her eyes shut, dreading the night ahead of her.

In the shower, Harry is taking his grand old time, building the anticipation. He neglects to clean most of his body, opting to play with his cock instead. The rainfall shower head paired with the jets that shoot from the wall make the perfect combination for teasing himself. He brings himself to the edge a few times, but doesn’t dare let go. 

Before turning the water off, he switches the temperature to ice cold, waking up his senses. He grabs his towel out of the warmer, and starts to dry off, shaking out his hair, his curls relaxing into waves as he’s aged.

Briar’s ears perk up at the sound of the water turning off. She’s grateful he didn’t stick something in her mouth to gag her. She’s been whining and writhing pathetically since the minute Harry shut the door. Her shoulders are killing her and she’s sheathed in sweat. 

The door swings open, a puff of steam surrounding him. She smiles, thinking back to their run-in, except this time, Harry’s towel is not around his waist, but being run through his sopping hair, his thick cock swinging as he walks. He stares down at Briar, admiring his handy work of the knots.

Harry takes the towel in his hand, holding it out lengthwise. She peers up at him, their eyes locking, the thought simultaneously invading their minds. Harry holds the towel up before letting go of one end, the fabric cracking as it makes contact with Briar’s ass.

Briar yelps, unable to move. She tries to flip over, grunting in frustration when the ropes prevent her. Harry lets her squirm, getting a mild satisfaction from the struggle. She’ll wear herself out before they even get started.

“Settle down, Birdie.”

“I-I — I need help,” she cries out. If Harry doesn’t touch her soon, she’s sure she’ll light on fire.

“Help with what, baby?”

“Daddy, please,” she begs. “Please touch me.”

“Thanks for asking nicely, baby. But, I think there’s something else I’d like you to do, first,” Harry smirks. Her look of panic returns, but he simply grabs the rope and maneuvers her so she’s on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The cadence of Harry’s words slow down when he’s in a mood.

He hovers over her, placing his cock so it lays heavy on her lips. She opens her mouth, waiting for his next move. The whole time, her eyes have been squeezed shut. Opting to finally open them, she almost laughs, having never seen Harry from this angle. 

He snaps his hips forward, shoving his cock halfway in her mouth. She gags, not prepared for the quick movement. He gives her a moment to adjust, basking in the feeling of her contracting her throat.

“Good girl, letting me fuck your little mouth like this. Look at you, absolutely drooling for it.”

Briar’s eyelashes flutter; her mouth has never been this full. She incoherently cries out, where Harry can barely make out her saying ‘please’. 

Harry pushes in fully, watching as tears leak out of her eyes. His movements are minuscule, having no where else to go. He removes himself, listening to her sputter and gasp for air. He peers down at her, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Before she can say a word, he snaps his hips again, this time reaching down to cup her face. His thrusts start out slow, but increase pace quickly. He’s fully fucking her mouth.

She chokes and cries more, until he relents and pulls out, her wails now louder, unmuffled by his cock. Harry squats down to her level, petting the sweat-drenched hair off her forehead. He kisses her gently on her temple. His cock is painfully red.

“Did so well f’me, lovie. Let’s get you back up on the bed, here.”

He laces his hands under her neck and knees, flipping her so her head is on the pillow. Her arms are fully numb, her shoulders feeling like she spent hours in the gym. Despite feeling like she got hit by a bus, her core is absolutely dripping. She crosses her legs, hoping Harry will let it go.

No such luck. Harry joins her on the bed, laying flat on his stomach. She can’t look at him, so she tucks her face into the blanket beside her.

“Why are you hiding, Birdie?”

“I c-can’t,” she sniffles, overwhelmed by the different sensations she’s experienced today. Her voice is hoarse and completely fucked out. 

“You can. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Patience,” he smiles, knowing this is one of the areas for improvement. 

She goes to speak again, but is interrupted by Harry’s tongue and fingers entering her abruptly. Incoherent babbling pours from her mouth, leading Harry to shush her. 

“Always so wet f’me. Barely’ve even touched you and you’re ruining my sheets,” Harry says, sucking her clit into his mouth. He pulls off, “Makes Daddy so crazy. Wish I could take you everywhere with me. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, baby? Let Daddy fuck you anywhere and everywhere?”

She’s thought about it — just lounging around Harry’s house, naked all day every day, being his fuck toy. But, she’s a girl with goals — goals she knows Harry wouldn’t hold her back from. 

“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m yours.”

Harry pauses, a whimper almost escaping his own mouth. He licks her feverishly, lapping over her labias. Groaning, he leaves his position between her legs and hovers over her, gently pressing his hand over her neck. They haven’t officially done this yet, so Harry waits for Briar’s reaction.

God, she wishes her hands weren’t tied — she’d place her hand over his. She squirms around, kicking her feet out in the process. She comes loud and fast, arching her back in the process. 

“Ah, yes, Daddy!” she strains out.

Pressing down a little more firmly, he uses his other hand to pump his cock a few times, lining it up with her center. He swipes the tip around before pressing in, slow and controlled, unlike how he took her mouth.

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab her vibrator, flicking the switch and turning it on. Briar’s head pops up.

“N-no, no, no, no,” she begs, already about to come. The vibrations would make her unravel instantly. 

“Why not, baby? Gonna make you come as many times as I can.”

Briar mewls in response. Of course she wants to. But generally, she needs a moment in between, and she gets this unsettling feeling that Harry will be relentless in this mission. 

And he is relentless — starting off on the slowest setting, making her come twice back to back, then upping the speed to the highest setting and just holding it there.

She’s howling at this point, pulling so hard on her restraints, she knows she’ll have craters formed on her skin. Coming once more, Harry joins her, releasing loudly into her. He’s too slow to shut off the vibrator, causing Briar to bark at him.

“Enough! Stop, stop, stop.”

He smiles, so unbelievable proud of her. Pulling out, he starts to loosen the rope, allowing her to relax. Slowly, he guides her arms out from underneath her, her whimpers continuing. He feels bad knowing her arms are probably numb. He may have carried on a bit too much.

When she’s finally free, Harry lays behind her, his arms wrapped tightly at her waist. They’re quiet for several minutes.

“That was fucking insane, Harry.”

Harry is taken back by her tone, so he rubs her arm gently, “A good insane, right?”

“Yeah, a good insane. I felt like my head was detached from my body.” 

He hums, “Good. I don’t ever want it to feel like the bad insane.” Harry feels floaty, too. It’s been a long time since anyone has relinquished this much control to him in bed. The PTA moms and divorced housewives keep it pretty vanilla. 

“Your arms are probably going to kill you tomorrow, baby. Wondering if you should call out of work.”

Briar loves that he cares about her this much. “Mm, I’ll be alright. I’ll just have the bar backs do the heavy lifting. There’s a huge charity tournament tomorrow. I think some big name players’ll be there.”

Harry nods to himself. He stands, gathering the supplies strewn around the room. 

“What’s that other thing on your side table?” Briar asks, her brow furrowed.

“That’s a butt plug. Was gonna to use it on you, but I think we did enough new activities tonight,” he leans over and kisses her. “I wanna fuck your ass, eventually.”

Shell-shocked, Briar stutters, “O-oh.”

“Yeah. So pink and perfect, always staring at me when I fuck you,” he say, lust dripping from his mouth.

Briar has never even so much as touched her second hole, so the thought of his cock in there makes her head spin.

“I’m gonna start making us some dinner. Do you want me to feed Gus?”

“Y-yes, please,” she nods, finally sitting up. 

“Okay, baby. Take your time coming down. I’m sure you’re a little numb in a few places.”

~ At Wynnewood the next morning, Briar is wishing she called out. The course is flooded with players for the charity tournament, and she feels like she’s being pulled in every direction. She’s triple stocked with essentials, and has plenty of champagne bottles for them to pop and shake around. Showy bastards.

Her cart has been purchased for the day by one member; a venture capitalist named Stewart Wagner. Briar’s job is to follow Mr. Wagner around, answering every beck and call for the measly price of $5,000, plus a nice tip. Her inner girl boss is screaming, but this would be a pretty addition to her paycheck.

The morning is going by quickly, thanks to Stewart’s entourage, a group of 30-50 year olds who can’t hold their liquor. Even when a patron is being over served, it’s in the servers’ best interest not to cut them off. The men are flirty, and Briar flirts back, but pictures her boyfriend’s gorgeous face.

Briar and Harry have had many discussions about her job; Harry is well aware of her savings goals, and even encourages her to work her charms to get the guys on the course to pay more. His trust in her is sexy, making her feel so empowered. She looks at her text from Harry this morning. 

🦊: Make some money, baby! I’ll be there later today with Niall.

🐥: Thank youuuuu. Can’t wait to see you <3

Briar laughs at their differences in texting. Harry acts like he is writing emails when he texts her. Occasionally, he’ll use the 👍 emoji to spice things up. 

She drives her cart slowly, trailing behind Stewart’s group. His use of pet names disgusts her, but when he’s waving $100 bills in the air, it’s hard to ignore him.

“What can I get for you, Mr. Wagner?”

“Briar, sweets, can we have a round of Fireball shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have those right up for you,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing the chilled bottle and shot glasses.

She passes them amongst the group, but not before noticing Stewart’s hand sitting just above her ass. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before moving away, not saying a word. She stalks back to the cart, her heart pounding a little. She’ll allow verbal flirting, but never anything physical. 

She watches them play all day, rolling her eyes as they hit bogey after bogey. They’re the loudest group on the course, making obscene gestures to one another and slurring their words.

After a while, one of Stewart’s friends approaches her, leaning against the cart like Harry does. She’s at the back of the cart, reorganizing the cooler. They’re in a more wooded spot in between Stewart’s hole and the next. 

“Can I grab you anything?” Briar says cautiously, not liking the way this man is looking at her. 

“You can, gorgeous, but I think I want something not on the menu,” he smirks, moving dangerously close to her. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me as much as I want you? Your ass is amazing in that little skirt.” 

Briar’s blood runs cold. She stares at him, before raising her palms up to shove him at chest level, sending him staggering a bit. She looks around frantically, still not a soul is near them, despite how many people are at the course today.

The man grits his teeth before walking towards her again, this time, his hands grab her elbows, pulling her body to press hers against his. She tries to break his grasp, but his grip is too strong. “It’s all good, sweetheart, I don’t mind a struggle.”

Briar goes to yell out, but spots Harry charging towards them, his brows furrowed and nostrils flared. Harry’s hands are in fists at his side, his jaw locked tightly. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry yells, shoving him away from Briar, his hand gripping the man’s neck. “You think you’re all tough trying to take advantage of a woman? Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you.”

Harry sends the him crashing to the ground. He’s so drunk he can’t even attempt to stand back up. 

“Stewart! Oi! Come get your fucking boy before there’s a bigger problem,” Harry seethes, yelling down to Stewart who can now see the commotion. 

“Harry, hey, what’s going on here?” Stewart questions, looking between Briar’s teary eyes, Harry’s enraged look, and his buddy lying on the ground. 

“Get this fucking prick out of my sight. Now,” Harry grits, guiding Briar to the passenger’s side of her cart, while he jumps in the driver’s seat. Stewart does nothing, staring at them both. “I said now!”

“I’ll pay her more,” Stewart says simply, understanding what probably took place. Harry jumps back up, ready to bash their two skulls together. 

Briar hops off the seat, grabbing Harry’s arm. He shakes loose of her grip, looking straight at Stewart, “You wanna die now too, huh?”

“Harry, please. Let’s just go back up…” she trails off. Harry eases off, jumping back into the cart. The two ride back to the clubhouse in silence, passing the other players who have no idea what happened. Harry parks the cart, walking off in the direction of the pro shop. Briar follows behind, barely keeping up.

All of a sudden, Harry spins around, embracing her in a tight hug, his head laying on hers. They say nothing, just basking in each other. Harry is ready to ream out every employee who lets Stewart do whatever he wants, but his girl comes first. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Harry says, his face buried in her hair. He pulls off, making sure she’s looking up at him. “Gonna make sure that wanker never comes near you again. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head, unsure what to say in her state of shock. Releasing her reluctantly, Harry continues toward the pro shop.

Harry shoves open the door, looking around. Patrick isn’t out front, but could be in his office. The kid at the desk stands, sensing Harry’s erratic behavior. He guides Briar to sit on the sofa

“Where’s Patrick?” Harry asks. 

“H-he’s in the back. I’ll tell him to come right up,” the scared teenager says, scurrying to the back.

Patrick appears seconds later, his brows furrowed, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Harry tells him, his voice low as to not upset Briar. Patrick peers over Harry’s shoulder at his niece, his stomach dropping with every word. 

“Patrick, I think if I had gotten there any later, something even worse would’ve happened,” Harry says, his voice breaking. 

Patrick nods, walking over to Briar. He sits down next to her, and she immediately bursts in to tears in his arms. Harry feels like he’s been kicked in the gut. Patrick lets Briar cry it out, and only moves to stand up when her breathing is regulated. 

“Take her home, Harry. I’ll make sure this is taken care of.”

Harry nods, grabbing her hand to stand her up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to his car. 

He opens the passenger side door, helping her step up and get settled. Kissing her on the cheek, he moves to close the door but she stops him, opting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, laying her cheek on his soft hair.

“I love you.”

He looks up at her, her eyes still red and cheeks puffy with tears. He smiles, his heart bursting out of his chest. 

“I love you, too, Birdie. More than I can even describe.”

~

Though that’s not how Harry envisioned the two of them professing their love, he’s relieved. His feelings for this girl came fast, and seemingly out of nowhere.

When they arrive at Harry’s, he brings her upstairs to shower and get in his comfy clothes. While she showers, he leaves with her keys to grab Gus from her apartment, and stop for some sweet snacks. 

He pops the ice cream in his freezer and lays out the assortment of snacks on the island. Gus stares up at him, waiting for his treat. Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing some cheese from his fridge. He tosses the pieces of provolone in the air, watching Gus miss every single one.

“Your breed must not be known for their athleticism,” Harry laughs, scratching his head.

“What are you saying about my son?” Briar peeps up, entering the kitchen in Harry’s sweats, her arms crossed.

“Nothing, Birdie. He’s perfect. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just shaken up,” she says softly. 

“I’m sure. Well, I got us some snacks and ice cream. Let’s relax for the rest of the night. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” she says, locking his pinky with hers.

~

Patrick arranges for Briars shifts over the next few days to be covered, and he sends Harry a text confirming Stewart is banned from Wynnewood indefinitely. He’s watching Gus roll around in the yard, to which Harry shakes his head.

He sighs with relief, placing his phone on the counter. Briar is still asleep, the stress of the day before wearing her out. Gus scratches at the sliding glass door to be let back in. 

“Get in here, rug rat,” Harry laughs. 

He pads back upstairs, two cups of coffee in his hand. He’s finally won Briar over with drinking hot coffee, despite her insisting that’s for old people.

He enters the room and she’s sitting on his window seat, staring out into the backyard.

“Thank you. And thanks for letting Gus out,” she says, grabbing the coffee mug. He joins her, sitting on the opposite side to face her. 

“You’re welcome. Today, we’re doing a surprise activity,” he says, smiling. He feels giddy. “T’get your mind off things.”

“What is it?” 

“You’ll find out. Just wear what you’d wear to the gym.”

Briar scrunches her eyebrows. She lets it go, opting to sit in silence with her lover. They shower and change as needed, leaving Gus in his mud room. Harry is still weary about leaving the dog to roam free in his house.

They drive for a while, before the houses and trees become more sparse, entering a rural area. Finally, Harry slows down, turning onto a gravel path with a sign that reads, Blue Moon Farm.

They park close to a red barn.

“Harry, where are we?”

“We’re doing GOAT YOGA!” He laughs, his eyes crinkling, smile wide. 

“Oh my god!” She kneels on the seat, leaning over the console to kiss him. “I’m so excited. I’ve always wanted to do this!” 

She hops out of the car, running toward the barn. She shrieks when she sees the baby goats, beckoning Harry over to come look.

A few more couples arrive, and the instructor begins the class. They get through a few moves, until they begin movements on the mat. Briar is in a downward dog position when she feels tiny hooves hop up on her hips. Harry could listen to her squeals of joy for the rest of his life.

A goat is cuddled up to Harry, rendering him unable to finish the class. He’s smiling, letting the little creature nap. Briar is laughing hysterically, snapping photos of them. They finish the class walking around the grounds to see the other animals. 

Horses, cows, goats, emus, chickens, and pigs are roaming around, the collection of sounds making them crack up. The farm has a small ice cream shop, where they split a mint chocolate chip cone. They walk back to his car, pinkies intertwined, smiling to themselves.

When they arrive home, it’s all gentle touches. Harry leads them straight upstairs, dropping articles of clothing as they move.

Harry undresses Briar, worshipping her body, his stomach still in knots over the incident. He leans down, taking her breast in his mouth, using his other hand to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb.

Briar moans softly, lulling her head back. He moves back up, kissing her firmly, before laying her back on the bed. He reaches down, gently touching her center. He kisses his way down her body, listening to her tiny whimpers. She’s wet already, so he fishes his cock out of his pants, lining himself up.

He uses his other hand to hold hers, before entering her. They both sigh, just happy to be close to one another. 

“I love you, Birdie.”

“I love you more.”

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more invested in their love story than my own ugh

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[hermit-frog]

to be honest i was weirded out a bit that the biggest plot twist was lestat = the saviour. i still liked the episode and i do enjoy lestat as a character. but it felt like an unnecessary change to have lestat save louis at the trial. i thought the whole point of the trial was armand killing claudia and madeleine and painting lestat as the bad guy so he could have louis for himself. now it seems armand had no plan or reason to even let the trial take place? if he didn't want to "save" louis anymore... he just did it to please the coven or because he already sold the tickets or he was too passive to cancel his earlier plans? am i missing something?

not feeling that twist either, actually hate it. and their later meeting and Louis apologizing 😬

have already made a post about it, also recommend checking #vampterview, i'm 100% sure there's more cohesive meta that actually makes sense lol also the interviews are out, haven't read all of them (idk where to get links, also no time) but do check them out. i rarely trust actors' insight, but it seems that there's communication between the iwtv show-runners, writers and actors for better understanding of the plot and characters' motivation.

i thought the whole point of the trial was armand killing claudia and madeleine and painting lestat as the bad guy so he could have louis for himself.

that was his plan in the book, yes

it seems armand had no plan or reason to even let the trial take place? if he didn't want to “save” louis anymore... he just did it to please the coven or because he already sold the tickets or he was too passive to cancel his earlier plans? am i missing something?

Armand had a reason to go along.

I agree with Assad, and the thing about Madeleine is not only the turn itself, but also the disobedience.

Armand had to choose between an unloved but stable coven he knew for 200 years, or unstable disobedient hard to control Louis who couldn't express his feelings clearly enough to dissipate Armand's growing doubts/fear about their (his) future. Armand's fear of rejecting the coven in Louis' favor comes from him being terrified of loneliness and abandonment. What if he leaves me? I've got nothing/no one left. (which is worse for vampires, as it had been accentuated at least two times in this show)

Let's not forget that Armand went in those tunnels with the intent of killing Louis, so it's not even his 1st attempt to make a tough choice and soothe the coven back into its place, and tickle Santiago's ego. Louis' inability to integrate, submit and accept the rules was the problem. After the direct threat (especially at Claudia) Louis changes his behavior. He submits by doming Armand, makes an effort with the theatre, which ironically results with Louis putting his mask back on, role-playing Lestat in bed, and distancing/cooling himself even more.

Louis gives him what Armand was trying to obtain this whole time, — control over himself (with consequences for both of them). For a second there, Louis thinks he has some kind of real domination over Armand, but it's clear to the viewers that unfortunately it's not the case. As Assad had said, Louis turns Madeleine despite Armand's “disapproval”. Disobedience (loss of control, no stability, possible loneliness), again. A big shift in their relationship that solidifies the choice.

Sacrifice had to be done regardless of Armand's feelings towards Louis, that's how he survives. Armand has his priorities. Control via rituals and rules gives him a sense of security, he prefers familiarity even if it's abusive and indifferent, anything but solitude. Armand would rather not move at all than risk and lose something he's used to/what he already has, even if he hates it. His fear leads to stupor, pain to disassociation. So he just stands there, in his cage, pretending everything's fine. The choice is whom to pull in.

Louis' attachment/dependence to/on Claudia (who was doomed from the start no matter what) would be a problem after her death, resulting in a complete broken/unstable/detached/chaotic/very hard to control Louis. If Armand wasn't sure about his future with Louis before the coven's ultimatum/play, now he is 100% sure, not even worth risking his comfortable confinement to try. (we saw a glimpse of the conflict and how Armand had dealt with it in the 70s)

After Louis refuses to leave and destroys the coven, Armand has nothing left but Louis. Better this than nothing, i'll make it work. He was panicking in the Magnus' tower, luckily for him Lestat is the worst, so Armand creates a new cage. You could see the fear in his eyes during the Dubai big reveal, hear it in his voice. Stupidly, he decided to diminish/deescalate the seriousness of the situation in the worst possible way (not that it would change something), which resulted in Louis bonking Armand's head against the wall. (same situation with Lestat in the tower: “And I have to be willing… and I'm not in the mood.”, but in this case Armand had allowed Louis his rightful outburst). Guess it's now Daniel's turn, lol

not going to lie, i lost it at your line: “because he already sold the tickets”, the idea of Armand going further with his act because the tickets were already sold sends me

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

can i req like xavier x reader where theyre rivals but readers liked xavier for a while now but xavier has no clue. xavier always teases reader when he gets the opportunity to yk but one day he has been like avoiding reader/not talking to them for some reason and reader confronts him abt it

oo

WHAT'S THE POINT?

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: light swearing

it's really frustrating when you have a slight crush on a guy that says he hates your guts.

you don't even know why or how you like him, you should hate him by the way he talks to you, the way he speaks about you. but there's just something about him that's so...enticing.

maybe it's his eyes, his deep hazel eyes. so harsh at first look but shows something deeper than that when you look deeper

or his hair, his long light brown hair, looking so soft making you want to run your hands through it.

or maybe his lips, the same lips that held the harsh words, but the same lips that were so plump and pink that made him look so...kissable.

but it didn't matter what made you take a liking to him, the fact is you do and that was that.

but every mean comment seemed to hurt a little more because of that fact.

but you thought back to all the times he was arguing with you, and questioned if it was actually flirting instead of fighting.

-

you smiled down at your paper, seeing the mark written in red at the top.

you had spent ages studying for the test and it seemed to pay off.

you looked up in front of you to where Xavier sat where he proudly showed you his mark, smirking at you as you looked at his 100%!

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childishness

"better luck next time, sweetheart" he winked

"you would you know if I didn't get the same mark?" you questioned

"did you?" he raised an eyebrow

"just shut up" you groaned

"aw, don't worry, you'll beat me next time, dingus" he pouted

-

an during the poe cup.

you tripped over and cut you knee, the blood pooling out and sliding down your leg.

you winced in pain and held onto your thigh to to stop the bleeding as two Jesters came running to get their flag

"Go and get it" Xaveri yelled to Ajax as he stopped in front of you.

"how could you possibly do that, idiot" he chuckled as he bent down to your level

"oh piss off" you whined

"are you ok?" he helped you up slowly

"I'm fine" you sniffed

"are you sure, you can always tell me when you feel small or hurt or like you've failed and lost" he smiled smugly

"you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"I would, I would really would" he nodded cockily

-

but you highly doubted it was flirting, i mean it couldn't be, could it?

but he did always have a reason to talk to you, either to rub in your face that he got a good mark, to ask you how you are sarcastically or to just tell you that you should do better and try harder

but recently he hasn't been doing that, he hasn't been near you at all.

you haven't seen him in a week, in fact and it was pissing you off.

you always had a snarky comeback to throw at him when he insulted you.

but now that he hasn't come to do any of those, you haven't been able to do that and it made you mad.

so you went off to find him.

following him through corridors past people, you managed to catch up to him.

"hey! Xavier, wait up!" you called out to him, he stopped walking and turned around to see who it was

"what now?" he huffed

"what are you planning?" you questioned him as you stood in front of him

"what do you mean?" he asked

"you've been avoiding me" you crossed your arms

"just because I haven't talked to you doesn't mean I've been avoiding you, besides, we're not friends, I'm not obligated to talk to you" he announced coldly

"I know that" you paused "but it's not like you"

"it's not like me how?" he shook his head confused

"you always find an excuse to talk to me, but you haven't bothered lately, why?" you inquired

"what's the point? all we do is bicker, it never gets anywhere, so why bother?" he glared at you softly- if that was even possible

"well that's not my fault" you argued

"yes! yes it is your fault! it is all your fault. everything is your fault!" he yelled at you, frightening you at his sudden outburst

"no it's not, I haven't done anything!" you replied

"yes it is! you drive me insane!" he covered his face aggressively

"that's not my fault!" you scoffed

"yes it is! everything about you drives me crazy!" he spoke anxiously

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned

"it means that they way you laugh at things even when they aren't funny, the way you always have a smile on your face, the way you try your hardest to do your best at school, the way you always know what to say to cheer someone up, the way you see the best in anyone, even when they are the worst possible person ever and the way you make me feel drives me absolutely insane." he admitted

you were silent, seeing that he wasn't exactly done with what he was saying

"and I get to experience none of those for myself, none of those things are for me" he muttered

"what's your point?" you tilted your head in confusion

he turned to look away before looking back at you, the corner of his lips lifting to a smirk.

"my point is that I want you to do those things with me, but all I get is you rolling your eyes and scoffing before you walk away" he said

"so what you're saying is that..." you took a deep breath, looking directly in his eyes

he sighed "it doesn't matter what I'm saying, it won't change anything, because you don't like me back" he whispered the last bit

"are you kidding?" you chuckled

he rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek

"I've liked you for ages! but you were too dumb and oblivious by rivalry to even notice it!" you confessed

"oh"

"yeah" you gulped

"well- um, I won't avoid you anymore then" he coughed awkwardly

"seriously" you huffed, throwing your hands by your sides

"well, would you want to do something sometime?" he asked

"yeah" you smiled "yeah, I'd like that"

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[veryferaldistributions]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Review

I. Love. Beetlejuice. It is, no joke, possibly my favorite movie of all time. Definitely my favorite Burton film, although I am a decent fan of his (was more so when I was younger.) I’ve admittedly not seen all of the cartoon (I enjoy it fine enough), but I did see the musical earlier this year (I loved it!) And this is all coming from someone who was too scared to watch this movie until the age of 12 or so, but once I did, I was obsessed!

I’ve been joking since the first reveal teasers that the release of the Beetlejuice sequel was the only thing keeping me going, but it kind of was! When tickets first became available, I SNATCHED mine up. I was not going to miss this for the world, and I was insanely happy it wasn’t a midnight showing, but during the evening of the 5th. (I also chose to keep myself 100% spoiler free!)

I even got the special popcorn tin because ABSOFREAKINGLUTELY!

At the same time, I was trying really, REALLY hard to tamper my expectations. If I get my hopes up too high, I always inevitably get disappointed. And for the most part, I was NOT disappointed!

This is a solid sequel. Admittedly not an “Aliens” level sequel, not better than the first, but it’s a good continuation nonetheless. I wanted to go into details and name a few things I liked and disliked, because I had a few nitpicks. As I knew I would. Overall, as a hardcore fan, I left very happy.

(BIG SPOILERS AHEAD! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!)

Let’s start with the good!

Likes:

1. Burton went all out on the special effects. Everything looks really good and, for the most part, done with practical effects! My favorite!

2. Everyone is in full-form here. Ryder, Ortega, O’Hara, Defoe, and especially Keaton. They all had so much fun making this, and you can tell. The actors that weren’t present in the first film fit right in, esp Ortega.

3. There’s so much backstory presented on these characters. I sort of love and dislike this? Beetlejuice is somewhat better, in my opinion, the less we know about him? He’s such an enigma. It felt weird seeing what he was like when he was alive. Was he still actually named Betelgeuse? But I did appreciate the confirmation that Lydia’s mom is still alive, different from the musical.

4. Lydia doesn’t actually marry BJ. Thank god! I’m okay with their cartoon counterparts being friends, but the real thing is incredibly creepy. Especially given how traumatized Lydia seems in this movie. They even mention the “600 year” age gap. (But I did admittedly like them being forced to work together.)

5. The Netherworld, or whatever the films call it, looks AWESOME! By far my favorite thing about this movie was the creative corpses! The citizens of the Netherworld look downright gruesome! All the deaths are super creative! I would give my left arm for a Making-Of book of this movie.

Dislikes:

1. With the exception of Astrid’s beau, the love interests are pretty uninteresting. Delores has an excellent design, neat backstory, but is admittedly not fleshed out enough (pun not intended), and she barely has five lines. Rory is sort of okay, but instead of Lydia just standing up for herself and saying she didn’t want to get married, he ends up being a weak “twist” bad-guy? Boo!

2. The ending is admittedly very odd. The last movie ended so upbeat and happy and cheerful. This one ends like an interrupted night terror. I sort of left the movie going “wait, really? Roll credits? Poor Lydia!”

3. I was hoping for more reconciliation with Lydia and Deliah. Maybe taking Charles’ death seriously would have made the film more depressing, but I wanted them to have more of a Mother/Daughter bond at this point. (Maybe that’s just me. I want better step-mother representation.) It wasn’t nonexistent, I just wanted more.

4. The explanation of the Maitlands absence could have been a LOT better. Given that they were, y’know, the main characters of the first movie? It made sense that Davis and Baldwin didn’t come back, that’s not my complaint, but they could have given the audience more information about said “loophole.” At least a picture of them! (Could the actors have signed off letting them use old pictures?)

5. Finally, my personal gripe, THEY USED MACARTHUR PARK! I utterly loathe this song!

General Comments:

1. I saw some plot points coming a mile away. One did catch me off guard, though.

2. Soul Train. What a weird reference to do. 😆

3. There is SO much death in this movie. I mean, duh, but like lots of people get killed off. Though, it is sort of funny to see Deliah in a “Karen in Hell” type situation. 😆

4. Charles’ death is really creative. It allows the character to still be in the movie without [redacted] getting rehired.

5. The Shrinkhead guys are delightful. And that creepy baby gave me Dead Alive flashbacks. Very cartoonish. (I also never realized how much Beetlejuice gives me The Mask vibes.)

Overall, I completely agree with the grand majority here. It’s a solid movie, a solid sequel, and you absolutely SHOULD see it if you’re a fan, but it acts as more of a dessert to the original’s full meal. (And it USES that PG-13 rating. It’s gruesome in parts!)

[eddiegettingshot]

So I didn't really want to post this anywhere because some people got very protective of Buck/Tommy very fast and don't like it when people disagree (which is fine I guess, I also like my own opinions better than those of others) but I need to get it out. I admit it. I don't really feel Buck and Tommy together. Or, I see Buck being into him, at least while he's not talking about Eddie instead, but I don't see it with Tommy. In both ep.4 and 5 he just seems more amused with Buck than attrackted. For example, to me it felt like he was more, nodding along with a very eager Buck and then brightens up when Eddie shows up in ep.4. And then he takes Eddie on a helicopter ride to a sold out fight, hangs out with him a lot and meanwhile doesn't invite Buck to anything.

(And then there's the fact that Buck seemed way more worried about not having told Eddie that it was a date than about ruining the date with the guy that he was so much into that he injured his best friend to get his attention)

I feel like this story could have worked so much better if it would have been Eddie's.

...or maybe Tommy just enjoys to help babygays and bis figure out their shit in his spare time.

(Or maybe the problem is that Buck's whole behavior in ep.4 and 5 just doesn't feel very attractive to me)

I don't know, I just can't really get into it, and I know it's only been 2 episodes, but the fandom seems to be 10 steps ahead of me and back here I still don't see why this should go better than any of Buck's previous relationships. I'll stop now, sorry.

no, listen, i think there are WAY more people than you'd expect who are thinking exact same thing as you but don't want to rain on anyone's parade. so don't worry about it, i am here to be the resident storm cloud lmao.

i genuinely don't see it either - there is nothing in 7x04 barring the end scene where tommy indicates that he's ever been interested in getting to know buck (imo). even in 7x05, i fucking CRINGED when he called him "adorable" because it continued to be in line with the whole, "i'll treat eddie like a peer, but i don't think you're quite on my level" feeling i've been getting from him the whole time. i'm also incredibly baffled by tommy's choices in 7x05. if i had to cut a date short with someone because they were still so insecure in their sexuality that they impulsively suggested to someone they knew that i was also heterosexual, and then they called me up a week later to be like, hey i still like you do you want to come to my sister's wedding and meet my whole family + people i'm not out to yet even though we just talked about how we don't know each other and also remember our disaster date? WHO WOULD SAY YES TO THAT? maybe buck wouldn't have, but why didn't TOMMY ask to take it slow? that would have been good for buck! (i know why. because he needs to be at the wedding. For The Plot.)

i 100%, absolutely AM convinced of buck's infatuation with this guy, i understand how it ties in with his bi awakening and it's also par for the course for him. i get that. i am not convinced that the actual relationship between buck and tommy - what we are actually seeing on screen - is all that great. buck isn't handling this any differently from the way he's handled any other relationship. i still don't really see the chemistry between them even though lou ferrigno jr. seems to be acting his ass off. i like tommy! but buck and tommy together make even less sense to me than they did before. i don't like the circumstances of their relationship and i don't think buck needs to be in a(nother) situation where someone could get VERY, VERY hurt by the potential fallout of him trying to figure his feelings out. especially when we're talking about a character who has, apparently, already struggled in the past. this could have been remedied by them taking things slow and casual!

meanwhile, eddie's response to FINDING OUT that tommy is gay WITHOUT TOMMY EVEN BEING IN THE ROOM felt way more like Something AND IT WASN'T EVEN ON PURPOSE (?!) i get it. i understand why we don't have eddietommy and it's out of anyone's hands. but no i don't think you're obligated to be super into this ship by any means, just like no one is obligated to dislike it!

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour VII

Author’s Note: this chapter was way longer than intended but I had so much I had to get in! Warning: swearing, smut

The club is absolutely pumping as you make your way inside. You’re immediately escorted to a VIP area that overlooks the entire club, waitresses standing at attention ready to take orders. You see the lust in their eyes as they take in all the men, paying particular attention to Colson. You push down your feelings of jealousy and give your order to the young brunette, who looks barely old enough to drink let alone serve you. 

Sophie insists on dancing as soon as the drinks arrive, instructing the boys to keep an eye on our drinks. Sophie leads the way back down the stairs, holding your hand and Ashleigh trails behind you, holding your other hand. You can’t miss the stares of the men around you as the three of you make your way onto the dance floor. 

“How many of them do you think would be turned off if I told them I was a mother?” Ashleigh yells at you over the music. 

“It’s Vegas so probably none of them,” you yell back with a grin. 

The music is loud, your blood is pumping and the rhythm is seeping into your bones. The three of you spin around each other, bumping and grinding as you dance in a tight circle. You’re purposely creating an impenetrable wall as none of you have any interest in being approached by a man. A few guys try to get your attention by pressing up against each of you but you just shove them off. The wall is working well until one guy can’t seem to take a hint. 

A short, stout man with a receding hairline and sunspots littered across his leather skin, puts his hands on your waist and pulls you to him. Your butt lands on his crotch and the small, hard object pressed firmly against your butt cheek makes you want to vomit. You try to push away from him but he just grips you tighter, grinding himself against you. His fingers dig in so hard it hurts but as quickly as he appears, the quicker he disappears. 

You turn around just as Colson rips the man backwards by his collar, sending him flying into the crowd. He grabs your hand and drags you towards an exit door. The door leads to a private hallway, clearly meant for staff but no one says anything as they scurry past the two of you. 

“Are you ok?” Colson looks over your features for any hint of distress but all he sees is pure disgust. 

“I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that,” you mumble and his face falls. “But thank you.”

He smiles at you reaching out to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers and suddenly you’d rather be anywhere but in this nightclub. Images of having Colson on top of you moaning your name flash through your mind and you cheeks flame. 

“I love the effect I have on you.” 

Colson presses closer to you and all you can smell is him. His deep, rich scent fills your nostrils and you complete space. You reach out to touch his toned torso, liking the way his lips quiver at your touch. You lift his t-shirt slightly so your hand can grace his skin and he rolls his head back with a groan. 

“Fuck honey,” he grits through his teeth. 

“We should go,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself and Colson’s head flicks down to you. 

He wastes no time. Grabbing your wrist he leads you down the hallway to a small room, a group of employees sitting around chatting. Colson pulls out a crisp $100 bill and instructs one of them to show him out the back door. A young guy with acne scars and oily hair stands and leads the two of you through the room to a service entry. Colson hands him the bill before grabbing your hand and leading you down the street. He hails a cab and instructs the driver to the parking lot that the buses are parked in. 

You text Ashleigh to tell her you don’t feel well and that Colson is going to take you back to the bus. 10 minutes later she replies with a ‘Feel better and make sure he doesn’t leave your side’. 

Oh, he definitely won’t be leaving my side for the rest of the night. 

When you arrive back at the bus, your driver is nowhere in sight but Colson pulls a key out of his back pocket and unlocks the door. He steps aside so you can go in first and closes the door behind him. As soon as the door is closed, your lips are on his. The shock of your advancement causes him to stumble back but he regains his balance and steadies the two of you. He lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and walks you backwards to his bedroom. 

Colson kicks the door open and places you on the bed, resting between your legs. Every now and then, he grinds his hips down on you, rubbing his hard cock on your soaking panties. The move is so infrequent that it catches you off guard every time. You tear his t-shirt off, scraping your nails down his back.

“I want to finish what I started earlier,” you tell him in between kisses and he leans back to stare down at you. 

He nods and lies himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, flicking on a small lamp and allowing you to take control. Suddenly, you’re very nervous. You can feel his eyes on you and it makes you unbelievably self-conscious. It’s not like you’ve never given a blowjob before but with Colson, somehow it feels more intimate than with anyone else you’ve been with. 

When you gave him one earlier, well half of one, you were confident because you had no intention of finishing it. You wanted to tease him, to torture him with a hanging fruit that was just out of his reach. Now you feel the pressure of being within reach. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Colson whispers, reading the hesitation on your face. 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…Can you close your eyes?” you ask him and he eyes you suspiciously. 

“You’re not going to strip me down and run off with all my clothes like some bad teen movie, are you?” you giggle but shake your head at his ridiculous concern. 

He obliges and closes his eyes, resting his arms behind his head. You lift his shirt, running your fingers along his snail trail to the waistband of his pants. His breathing stops and he bites his bottom lip at your touch. You undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down slowly, your confidence returning. You trail kisses from hip bone to hip bone and Colson bucks each time your lips drag across his skin. 

“Fuck baby,” he mewls and a smile plays on your lips. 

“Just sit back and relax, daddy,” you growl and he groans. 

You pull his pants and briefs down to his knees. His dick springs free of its confines, throbbing and twitching. You’re surprised he’s not in pain from how angry and contort the veins appear to be. You gently caress a finger from his balls, up the underside of his shaft, to the tip. Colson tries to remain neutral but you can see it’s slowly torturing him. His fingers flex on the bed sheet, gripping tightly and releasing. You smile to yourself gently as you lick up and down his shaft.

“Yeah, right there…mmm fuck, just like that,” he encourages you with his deep raspy voice.

You bob your head faster, twisting your wrists as you pump up and down. The sound of Colson’s low moans and curses only egg you on. Your mouth and hand is moving so fast, everything is a blur. He growls before suddenly releasing himself from your mouth with a loud pop. He drags you up the bed, flipping you onto your back and mounting you. He holds your hands above your head, kissing down your neck to the top of your cleavage. You writhe and whine beneath him.

“Please, let me touch you,” you beg as your body heats with each drag of his lips.

He said nothing, instead continuing his descent down your body. He uses one slender finger to move your thong out of the way, exposing your dripping pussy to him. He kisses up your thigh, dipping his nose between your lips to inhale your scent. You’re practically panting for him by this point. He licks the length of your slip, a low growl escaping your lips and your hips lift off the bed. 

“Stay still,” he commands before dipping his tongue into your tight hole.

A flash of colour fills your vision at the feeling of his rough tongue but you push against every instinct to move. He begins to lap the juices that drip from your pussy, turning you on more and more. He grinds his face against you, his nose occasionally hitting your clit.

“Please, Kells, I need you,” you beg him again and this time, your words hit him hard.

Colson looks up from between your legs, the desperation on your face turning him on more than he thought possible. Hearing your breathy voice beg for him is too irresistible.h winds his way back up your body, kissing you deeply, passionately. His tongue slips its way between your parted lips and caresses your own. 

He lines himself up, still holding your wrists in his hand, and slips himself in slowly. You take a moment to adjust to his size but once he begins to pull back, you’re practically purring. Goosebumps erupt on your skin but you don’t feel at all cold. If anything, your skin feels on fire with him above you. He holds your wrists in both his hands, sitting half up to look down at your face as he begins a steady pace. He stares down at you, memorising everything you do. The way your face contorts when he hits just the right spot, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming, the way your eyes flutter as he slips back into your tight pussy. He wants to remember every single second of his time with you because he doesn’t know when he will get it again. 

An overwhelming feeling begins to fill you as his pace quickens and Colson is pounding into you. You feel it start low in your belly, a burning that just can’t be extinguished. You grind yourself on his hard dick, meeting him thrust for thrust. You let him feel you, begging for him like a drug hitting your bloodstream. The fire builds, winding its way up your chest, spreading to your fingers and toes. Just as the fire feels as though it may burn you a wave crashes over you and your orgasm bursts through you.

“FUCK KELLS!” you cry out just as the door to the tour bus opens.

Colson immediately covers your mouth with his lips, swallowing your moans and curses. Your body quivers as you try and calm down from your high. You’re trying so hard to stay quiet but the orgasm that is currently raking through your body is shattering any shred of self-control you have. His lips quirk into smile against yours as he hides any ounce of sound that tries to escape. He continues to grind against you, riding out your high with you. A knock at the door grinds his thrusts to a complete stop and you whine against his lips.

“Shhhh,” he whispers against your lips and you nod. The knock turns frantic however and he’s forced to respond. “What?!” he calls out and you can tell his tone was harsher than he intended because he looks almost guilty.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Ashleigh asks through the door. “She told me she didn’t feel well but she’s not in her bunk.”

“She’s in here…uhh asleep,” he grumbles, winking at you.

“Oh,” is all Ashleigh says and you can tell she’s confused.

“The bunk was making her feel nauseous so I said she could lie down in here,” he quickly adds.

You’re confused as to why he felt the need to clarify further. Normally he doesn’t give a fuck what conclusions people make. Ashleigh instructs him to text her if your condition worsens, before heading back to her own bus. Colson turns back to you, a grin splitting his face but your own expression is dark. You know it’s a dumb thing to focus on but something about his reaction bothers you. The fact that he felt the need to explain why you’re in his room considering you’re nothing more than friends, at least that’s what everyone else thinks, feels…insulting. Given the fact that he’s still inside you, you’re caught as to how to bring it up without sounding whiny or clingy.

“Why did you say that?” you ask him calmly, as he kisses your neck again.

“Say…what?” he returns between kisses and you roll your eyes, placing a hand on his chest to force him to look at you.

“Give Ashleigh some shitty excuse as to why I’m in here. Like, I can’t just be in here with you alone because what would people think?” your calm tone is slipping and you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure.

Colson’s face drops and he reaches to stroke his thumb along your cheek. “No, that’s not how I meant it, I just didn’t want her to keep asking questions while we’re, you know,” he looks down to where the two of you connect and a blush creeps across your face. “I wasn’t done with you yet,” he whispers in your ear and your insides quiver.

Before you can say anything, he pulls out of you before slamming back into you. You cry out in pleasure and he repeats the move over and over. Just when you don’t think it could get better, he flips you onto your stomach and takes your from behind. Pounding into you, he spanks you in between thrusts.

“Fuck, I love watches your ass jiggle for me,” he growls before landing a loud smack onto your cheek.

You’re not sure if it’s his words, his thrusts or his spanking or a combination of all three but an unexpected orgasm tears through you.

“That’s it…baby, cum…for daddy,” Colson strains between thrusts before his cock twitches inside of you and he fills you with his load.

He collapses on top of you. His breaths fanning your neck, causing your hair to swirl against your skin. As Colson softens, he pulls out of you, lying next to you. You have to pee, you know you have to pee but you’re worried he’ll leave again. Where’s he going to go though? It’s not like he can run off to a hotel room or something. As if reading your mind, he rolls towards you with a small smile on his lips.

“Stay with me tonight?” he whispers before kissing you gently. 

You’re nodding before you can overthink it and you skip to the bathroom. When you come back to the room, Colson is lying under the sheets, his arm under his head, and he stares up at the ceiling. The lamp is still on but has been dimmed and it bathes the room in a soft yellow light. You sit on the other side of the bed and he regards you for a moment, his eyebrows raised.

“Wouldn’t that dress be uncomfortable to sleep in?” he asks as you lie down next to him. You look down, almost forgetting you were wearing it.

“Hmm, it’s a strong possibility,” you smile at him. 

He frowns and slips out from under the sheets, rummaging around the floor. He picks up his earlier discarded t-shirt and hands it to you. You smile at his sweet gesture. You know damn well that your pjs are not that far away but who are you to turn down a boy’s t-shirt? You lift your dress over your head, dropping it at your feet. Colson’s eyes drag over your half naked body, your red thong and lack of bra on full display. His mouth hangs open and you know you will never get over his reaction to your body. It makes your whole body blush every time. You pull his shirt over your head and it falls mid-thigh. 

When the shirt is on, you slip your thong off and tuck it under your dress on the floor. You climb back into the bed and Colson immediately pulls you to his chest, cradling you against him. He reaches behind him to flick off the lamp and you drift into unconsciousness, the feeling of his warm body against yours and the sound of his deep breathing in your ear.

[urban-mutt]

Perfect Someone: Chapter 1 - Lalo Salamanca/FTM Reader (NSFW)

 Summary: You are a thief! You target old rich men. You drug them and steal from them while they're drink out of their mind. Your last operation didn't go as planned, and now you are an accomplice in a serious crime. And a plaything for your new sick friend.

Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Rape/Non-con, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Slurs, Transphobia, Homophobia, Violence, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Smoking, Drug Addiction, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Murder, Reader will be abused delulu and traumatized, FTM Reader, trans reader, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulation, Daddy Kink, Forced, Angst, Inspired by Music, Biting, Age Difference emphasized, Sugar Daddy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, dead dove ig

anatomical terms: cunt

words: 2817

ao3 link

Author's notes: Inspired by my sims save and Sofi Tukker - Perfect Someone (And Melanie Martinez - Tag You're It)

You are a thief. You target old, rich men who think you are just a dumb young boy who wants some mature meat. You do want that, but none of them are your type. Even if they were… you can’t risk it. You lace their drinks with ketamine, and by the time you two are in a hotel room, the guy is long asleep. You take everything you can off of him and leave. Perfect. A huge amount of drugs and alcohol makes them forget anything happened, plus shame stops them from ever seeking you out.

You make pretty good money, but you still prefer living in hotels, using rental cars, and keeping cash or using crypto. Better safe than sorry.

Your lifestyle is a nonstop party. You remind yourself of Harley after she broke up with the Joker; though you never had an abusive guy throw you into the acid. Funnily enough, recently you met a guy who would 100% do that. You never wanted to be an actual criminal, bad person, or a predator. You never thought of yourself as one. You’re just a scammer, and who cares about old rich cis men anyway? They deserve it!

Anyway…

You were at your local scouting spot. Looking for a target. And then you saw him… 

Tall, well groomed, golden Rolex, golden chain, purple shirt with a few too many undone buttons. Gray hairs forming a white streak in the middle of his dome, mustache...

Black pants and— Ugliest fucking loafers you ever saw. They’re not just teal; no, they're CYAN.

This man is screaming, “I’m rich”!

You stroll over to say hello, but he seems too busy talking to someone else to pay attention.

You eye the unattended drink. Cis men never care to pay attention to such things. Too bad.

You order something for yourself and turn your back to him. You hear the glass being lifted and set down again. It's totally his.

He is distracted, the bartender is distracted, the DJ just arrived, and people seem to pay more attention to the upcoming show than anything else. Perfect.

You take a baggie of powder out of your pocket and turn around quickly to— To see your target mirroring you. 

You both freeze, holding your drugs, ready to lace the same drink. You pocket yours quickly, and he does the same. You stare at each other, waiting for this to resolve itself. You blush intensely in shame, and he smiles sleazily.

You don’t remember how you two ended up in a hotel room. Tearing clothes off of each other.

He didn’t even acknowledge your lack of a dick. How perfect. 

He was perfect.

No condom, no wasting time on foreplay. It was raw and wild. It did hurt a bit, but you like it, it’s fine. His cock is impressive, just like the ones you see in porn. Big and thick. Well-trimmed bush and shaven, ass, and balls. He sucked you good after filling you up, moaning into your cunt. 

A perfect man.

You catch your breath, looking up at the ceiling while he lights a cigarette.

As soon as you remember who you are, you get up on your shaky legs, trying to find your pants. 

“So, what’s your deal?” The man asks. 

“I steal from old guys.” You say as you put your pants on.

“And give it to the poor?” He chuckles.

“Yeah. I’m the poor.” You glare at him, putting your shirt back on.

“Wait.” He puts a cig in his mouth and gets up to pick up his pants and take out a stack of cash.

He counts out loud one thousand dollars and drops it on the bed.

“I’m a thief. Not a prostitute.” You frown.

“And I wanted to rape and kill you, so what?” He scoffs, sitting back down.

“Ah, great.” You say with sarcasm. “That what you do? Rape people and kill them?” You call out his bluff.

“Yeah.” He says. A bit too relaxed. 

It sounds too honest. You look down.

He chuckles. “What? Gonna snitch on me?” The stranger grins and exhales the smoke.

“No…”

This got real uncomfortable real fast. 

“Bueno entonces...” He nods and takes another five hundred and a pen. He writes something on it and adds it to the stack on the bed.

You take the money and see that he wrote his phone number on the bill, with a few “xoxo’s”.

“Fate is on our side today... I like you. Call me if you wanna see me again.” He lays back, watching you.

“As if.” You bark back and head out. “Bye.”

“Hasta luego, cariño.” You hear him purr before you shut the door behind you.

Okay. Great.

You have no interest in unpacking thoughts of how close you were to death that night.

You put all the cash on your crypto wallet, including the one with his number. No way you're gonna call that freak. Not gonna report him either; you’re not that evil. Besides, you are a criminal yourself.

And trans. And gay. No. No cops. Never. 

You try to forget and move on. You take a little vacation, just a week, to get back on track. Spending your time everywhere, but the usual scouting spots. It is better not to be a regular. You are a man, but that damn vagina between your legs still makes you a vulnerable one. People will have more reasons to report suspicious someone if they're gay, trans, or of color. (Choose your difficulty setting.)

So it is kinda understandable that you never saw that guy before. His looks are quite unique. He has a tattoo, too. Easy to remember. Hope you won't see him ever again.

After that week, you come back to town. The desert is beautiful, but money is not endless. 

You stand by some bar table in the corner of the club, watching the room. Your favorite song is playing, you move your hips to the bit while thinking.

This one is too young. This one is obviously a poser. This one already has someone. 

Sparse. Maybe changing venues soon won't be a bad idea.

A sudden scent hits you. Guh— you won't mistake that for anything. You cover your drink and turn sharply to see him. He stands closer than you expected; it makes you jump. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice.

“Hola.” He purrs.

You move away. “The fuck you doing here?” He leans onto the table too. “Same thing as you. Hunting.”

You frown. “You do. I don’t ‘hunt’. I scout.”

“Call it whatever you want, but really... It is the same thing. You are a predator.” He reaches out to take your drink. You let him take a sip.

“I’m not. Fuck off. There’s nobody here anyway; I gotta go.” You shake your leg in tension.

“I like that one.” He points at a girl who looks barely 18. “She’s alone, drinking, looks too young to be here, and probably is.”

“And?” You ask.

“And?” He scoffs. “She won’t notice how I will put some K in her drink, and then I’ll drive her out and rape her and then burn her body.” He talks casually.

You shiver in discomfort.

He keeps talking.

“I always pick young ones. Very easy targets.” He chuckles, still watching the girl.

“That’s why you picked me?” You mumble.

“¡Sí! I thought you looked suspicious, but I couldn’t tell why. Now I see that you preyed on me too... Why, by the way?” He turns to you.

You shift your posture uncomfortably. “You look rich and old. That shirt was Gucci; I could see that from a mile away. You really should be more stealthy.” 

“Yeah? And you look like a sissy slut. Thought you were a man.” He teases you.

You show him your teeth. “Well, since you’re bi, why complaining?”

“I’m not bi. I’m gay. I get off on the power, mostly… when it’s a girl.” He takes another sip.

You turn to him fully. “Was that drink even yours?”

He shrugs. “I thought it was yours.”

You both were silent for a bit.

“We’re worthless.” You prop your head on your hands. 

You watch the girl that he spotted leave the club.

“There she goes. You lost her.” You follow her with your eyes.

“It’s fine. I like talking to you more anyway.” He finishes your drink. “Want anoth—”

He is interrupted by some white fella coming right up to your table and almost yelling, “Dude, get off of him; he’s taken!”

You both are confused for a second. The guy is clearly really drunk. Looks bland, like British food. 

You look at the freak you've been talking to; he looks back at you and winks. Okay, what plan do you have, sir?

“He is not taken, and I’m not trying to take—” 

Guy interrupts him again.

“He is clearly uncomfortable! Are there not enough bitches in your country?!”

Before this derails, you decide to speak up.

“He is my fuck buddy! We're actually just looking for a third.” You lean forward, all fake flirty. 

Guy looks flattered. “Oh, yeah? Uh… Sorry! Then— Uh…” He tries to speak through a drunken haze.

Old man glances at you, grinning.

You keep pushing.

“Come on! You’re cute! Thanks for trying to protect me. There are a lot of bad guys around! You want to drink with us?” 

“S-sure, man.” He mumbles.

Your new creep friend is glowing with something evil. “Then I’ll go get us something!” 

He walks off, leaving you to keep glazing that drunken dummy.

He comes back with three drinks. He gives everyone their own, because one is clearly already laced. 

You two kept feeding the guy booze. His name is apparently Dave, but why would that matter? You don’t even know your new crime partner’s name!

The rich freak drives you three to some shitty motel and makes you go and rent a room while they wait.

You come back with a key. You go up to the room quickly.

You didn’t know what you were expecting.

Your crime partner lays Dave on the bed. Taking poor man’s clothes off. You notice a big knife on your friend’s belt. It wasn’t there before. Lube in his pocket? Wait, you’re not actually fucking that guy, are you?

You stand by the door awkwardly.

Dave clearly changed his mind. Of course, he was just too drunk to say “no” when in the club. Now he’s too high to resist. He is trying, though.

“Hold him.” Your partner commands.

You don’t move. 

“Hold him.” He repeats.

You walk around the bed and hold the guy's wrists together while your friend zip-ties him to the bed. He grins and giggles. You let go when he’s done and step aside.

“Bring a towel.” The man commands again.

You go to the bathroom to quickly take one. He gags the poor guy with it before actually… getting to it.

You wanted to look away, but it's like a car crash. A poor guy tore his throat while trying to yell. His ass bled even though your partner used lube. He was just too rough. You had to turn away when he was choking the guy to death, though. You started crying. You shouldn’t be here. 

Fuck around and find out? You did. Honestly, whatever else happened was a blur. You sat on the floor, dissociating silently. The man taps your shoulder.

“Ay.” He says.

You turn around, shivering.

He gives you what seems to be Dave's belongings. 

“This is yours.” He sounds so calm.

Your hands shake, but you take everything.

“And…” He takes an extra out of his back pocket. It looks like a lot of money. “This too.”

You take that too, putting stuff in your pockets and trying not to sob. One sob breaks out, though. Stranger pats your head. 

“It’s fine. You can go. I’ll take care of the rest.” He says.

You get up and run to the door, trying not to look at the body. You're frantically trying to unlock the door, but you fail.

He grunts and walks over. You let go of the door and back into the wall right next to it, covering your face.

You feel his hands rubbing your shoulders. 

“Hey! You’re okay. If I really wanted to do this to you, I already would.” His voice is soft and kind. Too soft. Too kind.

The smell of him is poison. You feel nauseous. You will never be able to smell lavender again. Who else smells like that anyway? Lavender, musk, and however axe deodorant smells. Now also sweat and blood. 

“Are you listening?” He asks again.

You just tremble, not able to say much.

“Okay, listen. You go outside and sit in the car while I take care of this mess. Then we will drive into the desert and dump the body. Then I will drive you home. You clearly can’t go by yourself.” He speaks very clearly and slowly, making sure you understand. 

“I-I— I don’t— I don’t have a— h-home.” You’re barely able to speak, choking on your sobs.

He frowns. 

“Fine. Go to the car.” He gives you the keys.

Like, you won’t just drive away?

Yeah, you won’t.

You sit in the passenger seat, sobbing. 

He puts the heavy body in the trunk, and you two drive away. You run out of tears by the time you reach the place he wanted to dump the body. He just throws it off a cliff. It was wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon. He dumps the rest of the sheets too.

As if anyone will look for that guy... If they ever investigated anything, that fucker would already be in prison. Along with you. 

He comes back; he doesn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, and you actually fall asleep soon. Too exhausted to stay up.

You wake up when he picks you up and carries you inside a house. You don’t move; you let him do it. He lays you on a spacious couch and covers you with a couch blanket. You still don’t move, but you don’t pretend to be asleep either. 

He walks away and comes back with a glass of water, which he sets in front of you on the coffee table. Then he leaves upstairs. In his room, probably.

Too tired, you take the water, but then set it down before drinking. You wouldn’t wanna be next. You turn away and try to sleep more.

It isn’t a problem; you are too tired to stay alert. 

You wake up when it's bright. Seemingly untouched. You sit up. Water is still in the same place.

You look around. His house is huge. Pretty too. You hear his footsteps. He walks into the living room with some breakfast. He sets it in front of you.

“You really should drink that water.” He sits down on one of the chairs across. 

You look up at him, scared.

“I would already kill you by now; come on.” He throws a hand up, annoyed.

You look away and take the plate.

“Really, what did you think we were going to do to that guy?” He chuckles. “Or you just didn’t think the sausage was really made that way?”

You don’t respond, but eat and drink.

He nods and looks you up and down. 

“I’m Lalo.” 

You clear your throat.

“Y/N.”

He nods again. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” Lalo scratches his chin. “Well, y/n, why don’t you have a home?” 

You swallow your food before responding, “Safer that way.”

He laughs at you.

“Nah. It’s not.”

You blush. “And you would know?”

“Baby, I was born into this. I was doing it before you were born. I know.” He grins proudly.

“Don’t call me that.” You point your fork at him.

“Stay here.” He ignores your request. “I have extra bedrooms.”

“No.” You finish your food and put the plate down. “I’m leaving, and we will never see each other again.”

“Querido, America is too small for that! You’ll have to skip the country.” Lalo shrugs.

“Who are you? Really?”

Lalo raised his eyebrows playfully and said, “Nobody. Just a friend.”

“Yeah…” You relax in your seat.

“Seriously, though, stay. I’ll pay for everything you need.”

“And I give you?...”

“Sex and maybe...” Lalo responds, “We can go out like yesterday again. Just… I want you to help and not cry in the corner.” 

You frown, thinking.

He keeps talking.

“Or you can come back to your old life and occasionally bump into me, knowing you got blood on your hands now and that nobody will ever be by your side anymore—”

You interrupt him.

“Nobody was by my side before.” You mumble.

Lalo grins and leans forward.

“Then let's be friends.”

[shelbgrey]

Next to Me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 6: people talk

Table of contents

“Hey buddy” I said as Owen aggressively threw his backpack in the back seat and slumped his body in the front seat. “Hey, you okay?”

“Fine, perfectly fine” he said in an nonreassuring voice. He smiled and nodded trying to convince me but it wasn't. “You can talk to me, ya know?”

He sighed and just looked at me with tired eyes. “Schools just not like the one back at home…they all just stare at me like i'm gonna burst or something”

I sighed and started the car. I felt terrible. It's not like he's treated badly but he gets unwanted looks of petty. “It can only get better”

He snorted like he didn’t believe me. His hard expression then softened as he looked at me. “How was your day, by the way?”

I nodded. “Today wasn’t bad…a lot of people already knew about me and bella”

Owen nodded. “Small town, understandable” Owen looked at me as I continued. “Ran into Tyler and made a few new friends”

Owen raised his eyebrows and his mouth arched into a smirk. “Ooo, Tyler, you know he likes you right?” Owen teased. I shoved his shoulder making him slide closer to the passenger door.

“He's like another brother, alright?” I chuckled as I pulled into town and headed for the diner. Despite my cooking skills, Owen and I were used to eating at the diner a lot. But honestly it was just easier than doing dishes.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say” Owen smirked. I rolled my eyes and pulled into the parking lot next to Charlie's police cruiser. Surprisingly bella beat us… actually it wasn’t, I don't drive fast anymore.

“There you guys are” Charlie said as me and Owen sat down in the booth across from him and bella. “How was school you guys?”

“Good,” I replied. “Alright I guess” Owen added.

After a few minutes of small talk our waitress Cora brought our dinner. Charlie and Bella had steak and me and Owen had Rubens.

“I can't get over how grown up you two girls are, you both are so gorgeous” Croa smiled. I smiled back at the woman who used to be best friends with my mother. She then turned to Owen and smiled. “And you look more and more like your dad everyday” Owen sadly smiled and looked down at his food.

Next was an old friend of Charlie whose name was Waylon. He came over and greeted Bella with a smile. “Hey Bella, you remember me? I played santa one year”

“Nice to see you, Waylon,” I smiled. It was so different now. When me and Owen showed up the greeting from everyone was sad and comforting but then we Bella showed up and the welcomings was alive and bright, even if she didn’t remember them.

“Yeah, Waylon, she hasn’t had a Christmas here since she was four,” Charlie said. That was 100% true but me and Owen on the other hand spent every christmas here before we moved here permanently.

“Well when you're done I'll bring your favorite berry cobbler, remember? These three have it every time they come here” Cora smiled at Bella.

“Thanks,” Owen smiled.

“You guys eat here every night?” Bella asked, surprised.

“Easier than doing dishes but we don't eat here every night, y/n does a lot of cooking” Owen said more defensively than he really needed too.

“Well i guess i need to do it way more since Bella’s home” i said sarcastically.

Uncle Charlie changed the subject quickly as something popped in his head. “Do you guys make any friends? How's Tyler?”

“He's good, we have a couple classes together” i said putting ketchup on my fries then handing it to Owen.

“We've met a few new people,” Bella nodded. Owen stayed quiet not wanting to talk about school but he just smiled and listened to stories of everyone eles day.

“Hey uncle Charlie, you know the Cullen family right?” I asked before Bella could. Charlie sighed and put his drink back on the table. “Are people talking about them again?”

“Kinda… I have a few classes with them, they seem nice” I said.

“Just ‘cause they’re newcomers..” Charlie said. “We're lucky to have a surgeon like Dr. Cullen at our potluck hospital. Lucky his wife wanted to live in a small town and their kids aren't little hell raisers like we have around here”

“Oo-kay,” Bella said, looking at me weirdly. Charlie sighed and looked at the three of us. “I just don't like narrow mindedness”

“Yeah, people shouldn’t judge them before they get to know them…they're probably really cool people” Owen smiled.

“Yeah I have Emmett Cullen in a couple of my classes and he seems really nice… same with Alice and Edward” I said and Bella shot me a look full of jealousy at the mention of Edward’s name. I just ignored her and we finished our food in silence except for the occasional conversation between Owen and Charlie about allowance.

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“How's school? Want to come to the Rez yet?” my other cousin Sam asked on the other end of the phone. I laughed and closed my biology book so I could lay in bed.

“Honestly, Forks high isn't that bad” I laughed as I put him on speaker phone so I could get ready for the night. “Everyone is very…welcoming”

“Oh boy” he said sarcastically. It went quet for a bit, i debated on asking about the treaty and after awhile i got the courge to ask.

“Can I ask you a question about the treaty, sammy?”

“What's up?” he asked. I cleared my throat and spoke. “So i know the Cullens aren't supposed to be on our land but, is there any by-law that says i cant hang out with them at school?”

Sam sighed on the other end of the phone. “Why would you want to hang out with them?” he asked. I rolled my eyes. “‘Casue they're nice and i made friends with a few of the them, is that bad?”

“Truthfully I want you to stay away from them but, I cant stop you but i will say this” he said. “Be careful and don't let them come on our land”

I nodded. “I will…promise”

“Good, now get some sleep, okay?”

I smiled. “Okay, good night”

After that i fell asleep despite the feeling of protective eyes watching me.

<Next chapter>

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Who is Hal, really?

Like, we see so many different versions of him. We’re introduced to this awkward, neurotic, definitely not Mitchell, vampire in season 4. Oh cool, he has these friends he’s been with for years, that’s great!

Hal literally kept Leo chained up with the sole purpose to watch him kill people (and make money, as he mentions betting on the fight). This was actually in a prequel clip, not in the show - if you saw the clip, Hal and Leo’s relationship dynamic completely changes when we see them on screen together for the first time.

Throughout the show, Hal implores people to be his keeper, to watch him and make sure he doesn’t commit anymore sins. First Leo. In some ways, this is extremely cowardly - Hal puts the responsibility on others. If his inhibitions drop and he’s placed in just the right situation, he does awful things and can say “oh they didn’t watch me close enough”. I’m surprised Leo kept his promise - if I got free, the guy who initially kidnapped me would be getting these hands.

I really really like Hal and Annie’s dynamic. She is so opposite of him, and from the very beginning you see his discomfort. Then, when Kirby shows up, we get a scene where Hal wants to confess his sins. Part of it is because he would rather she hear it from him, but another part is something Hal does frequently - burden others with keeping him clean.

Who is Hal though? There are 3 parts of Hal. Of course there’s the awful part, that killed Cutler’s wife and who is 100% capable of becoming a genocidal dictator. Then there’s the part we see most of the time. Seemingly harmless vampire with obsessive compulsive tendencies, endearing in some way and obviously trying his best to stay out of trouble. But there’s this other part, that we only see a few times. It’s when the two overlap. There’s some glimpse of it with his prequel - he’s a “slavemaster” but he’s hesitant and ashamed, and wants to be someone else. We also know that this is the in between, as he references the cycles of bad and good Hal.

I think, living for over 500 years, Hal has had to develop a way to cope with everything he has done. There are old ones like Mr Snow who seem chill and totally fine with being menaces to society. But we SEE Hal is capable of acting without malice, of choosing to do things to keep others safe.

I propose then, that Hal, upon becoming a vampire and murdering people left and right, had at one point realized his psyche could not manage and be okay with it all. So, what better way to cope then to organize who you are. Hal is neurotic. He creates a line - bad Hal and kind Hal. It becomes black and white for him - he either goes full villain, or he is safe. He treats the bad part as another being, trying to separate his sins from who he is as a person. I suppose we can also see it as vampire Hal and Vampire Hal.

I struggle at times when trying to figure out who Hal is for real. Is this the true him, proper, neurotic, judgemental. How do these traits present in Vampire Hal. He dresses classy, he manipulates, and he harms. The judgement in this case leads to murder. Try to imagine Hal, the one awkwardly holding Eve, and when he turns Cutler. How can one man behave so contrastingly? The blood eases the anxiety and the pressure. Hal can let go, fall into habits. Without blood, he has to always be mindful.

So, other than being a story telling device; I see the Jekyll and Hyde aspect of him being a coping mechanism. He either fights the urges and the habits, vampire Hal who keeps a schedule, or, he goes full Vampire.