#oooh boy do i know nothing of politics

[atinylittlepain]

Could you write a continuation to ride it where they meet for the first time after that incident at a family party and he teases her the whole time until they fuck in her childhood bedroom 😳

I love your writing 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

oooh boy, here we go :)

What a Ride

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

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warnings | 18+ smut, and nothing but, lil bit of angst, mostly just filth tho

a/n | this can totally be read as a standalone, but it does follow the events of Ride It and Let's Take a Ride, if you are so inclined to read along :)

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He’s doing it on purpose. He has to be. The way his knee keeps brushing against hers under the table is one thing, but the little glances over the rim of his wine glass tells her that this is anything but accidental. 

It’s her dad’s fiftieth birthday party, and all she can think about is the way Joel Miller has been looking at her, the same way he looked at her that night when she got a little more of a ride than she bargained for when she called him to pick her up. 

There’s enough people around, all gathered on the back porch for dinner, that no one would ever notice the stolen looks and lingering touches. A palm pressed to her low back as he slips by, a seemingly friendly squeeze to her shoulders from behind, the brush of his chest against her back as he reaches around her for another drink. 

She hadn’t seen him since that night on the side of the road, and when she opened the door to him earlier this evening, the grin he gave her told her more than words ever could. 

Now, sitting at the picnic bench in her dad’s backyard with Joel sat right next to her, she’s not sure how much more of his teasing she can take. The candles have been blown out, the cake has been cut, and he’s getting bolder by the minute, leaning closer into her side until the heat radiating off him starts to make her sweat more than the quickly-fading summer sun. She does her best to make small talk with her dad’s coworkers, keeping her eyes angled away from Joel who seems to be doing the same, even as his hand comes to splay over her thigh, fingers curling and resting right at the softness where her legs are crossed under the table. His thumb sweeps, back and forth, back and forth, over her skin, and she’s not sure how he’s doing that at the same time he’s easily talking to someone else about lumber. She, on the other hand, is starting to feel dizzy with the continuous motion, swallowing harshly around a bite of cake. 

“You got a little something there, honey.” Before she knows what’s happening, Joel is turning to her and swiping his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip, stray icing smearing on the pad of his finger as he sucks it into his own mouth, eyes not leaving hers for even a moment. Her eyes widen, darting around. She’s only slightly relieved when it seems like no one else was paying attention to Joel’s antics. A low hum resounds from his chest, and that coupled with the lewd pop of his thumb leaving his mouth is enough to send her jerking out of her seat, his hand falling away from her thigh, as she hurries back inside. She doesn’t let herself take a full breath until she’s in her old childhood bedroom, slumping back against the door once it’s shut behind her. 

It had been easy, not letting guilt creep in for what she and Joel had done, so long as she was away from her dad at school. But being home this weekend, she’s not sure how to reconcile the creeping shame with the undeniable desire she feels for a man who should be off limits. It had been torturous being in the same space, her dad swinging a proud arm around her shoulders and gushing to Joel about how well she was doing in her classes, all while Joel smiled brightly nodding along politely to her dad’s praises while all she could do was imagine the scrunch of his eyebrows when he bounced her on his– she stops her mind from going there again, blowing out a long exhale as she walks further into her room and splays out on the twin bed. She only stays in this room when she comes to visit now, for holidays and family events, and it’s been left exactly as it was when she was a senior in high school. It’s like a time capsule of four years ago, concert posters, polaroid pictures of her old friends, and entirely too much pink and purple. 

She takes another deep breath, feeling the rise and fall of it where her hands are clasped over her stomach, trying to cool down the lingering heat from Joel’s touch. She reasons with herself that if she can just stay in her room for the rest of the night, and away from Joel, she’ll be fine. She’ll just tell her dad in the morning that she wasn’t feeling well, no big deal. But that plan goes out the window when the door to her bedroom opens. 

“Thought I’d find you up here. You good?” She huffs, propping herself up on her elbows to look at Joel as he closes the door behind him. 

“No, actually. I’m not good. What– what was that out there? You can’t just do stuff like that.” Joel crosses his arms over his chest, biceps swelling under the thin sleeves of his t-shirt, and she knows that he knows exactly what he’s doing, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“What, you didn’t like it?” She has a hard time getting the word no out, instead settling for a hard shake of her head and what she hopes is a stern expression. Joel just laughs. 

“You sure about that, honey? That answer wasn’t very convincing.” He shuffles a little further into the room, his eyes trailing up and down her still splayed out body. 

“I shouldn’t like it. And you shouldn’t either.” He steps closer to the edge of her bed, right between her legs that are draped over the side. His smile is all smarm, crooked and knowing, as he rests a knee on the bed between her legs, broad palms pressing into the plush of the mattress to frame her face. She feels all-consumed by the warmth of him as he hovers over her, her mind only going more hazy when he tilts his head to the side, the pink of his tongue darting out as he wets his lips.

“You just say the word, and I’ll back off. But I don’t think either of us really want that, do we?” He dips his head down, his nose brushing hers, lips hovering so close she can feel the ghost of his scruff on her skin. The low thrum of his voice nearly jolts her out of her skin when he speaks again.

“Words, honey. You gotta tell me what you want.” She lets out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, eyes darting everywhere but to his intense stare.

“I– I mean– won’t someone notice that we’re both gone?” As if on cue, the faint sound of the back door opening and conversation floods into the house, her head jerking toward the door to her room. Joel, however, is quick to demand her attention, bringing a hand to her jaw, calloused palm tilting her face back to him and giving her no option but to look into his darkened eyes.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, honey. Don’t worry about them. What do you want?” She’s only a little embarrassed by the whimper that rattles through her throat at his rasped question, the smug grin he gets all the indication she needs that he heard it. It’s all just a little too much, the solid heat of him hovering over her, his scent - cedar and sweat - invading her senses, and those big, brown eyes of his all but melting her further into the mattress. 

“I– I want you, Joel. Please–” She doesn’t even get to finish her plea when his lips smear against hers, swallowing her gasp and licking into her mouth. He crowds her until she slips off her elbows, splaying back on the mattress as he kneels between her spread legs. Joel kisses like he’s trying to make a point, keeping a firm hand along her jaw as his tongue slips against hers. He’s quite the sight when he does pull away, lips swollen and glistening, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at her.

“Been thinking about you, honey. How sweet you were for me. You been thinking about me too?” 

“Fuck, yes. I–” She stops herself with a sigh when he ducks his head down, laying open-mouthed kisses to the arc of her neck, teeth nipping in all the right places.

“Keep talking, honey. Tell me what you thought about.” His words thrum low against her skin where his lips are dragging, eliciting another broken whimper from her. 

“I thought about your hands– how big they are.” He murmurs an mmhmm into her sternum, nosing at the neckline of her tank top before leaning back and letting his palms spread across her waist. His eyes flicker up to hers as he fingers the hem of her shirt, and all it takes is her light nod for him to tug the fabric up and off of her, groaning when he realizes that she isn’t wearing a bra. 

“Tell me more, honey. What else did you think about?” She goes to speak again, but gasps when Joel’s mouth lands hot and wet over one of her nipples, his tongue laving over the peak.

“Thought about your mouth– fuck.” He releases her breast with a lewd pop, but not before letting his teeth graze over the skin, sucking harshly and making her preen up into his hold. When he pulls away, he rests his chin between her breasts, grinning from ear to ear.

“My mouth, huh? Anything else, sweet girl?” Yeah, she thinks to herself, and I can feel it pressing against my thigh right now.

“Your– your cock. Thought about you filling me up– how good it felt. How big it felt.” Joel lets out a gruff curse at her words, his hips jerking against hers where he’s slotted between her thighs, the solid heat of him prominent beneath his jeans. 

“Fuck, honey– got a mouth on you, huh? You learn how to talk like that at school?” She bites her lip, trying to simmer down a grin at his question as she trails her hands down his front, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Joel is quick to take the hint, batting her hands away and sitting back to yank his shirt off by the collar. Her eyes widen as he kneels between her legs. She didn’t get him like this before, bare-chested, and now she wants him like this forever. 

“Not as pretty as your college boys, I reckon.” She’s snapped out of her ogling by his huffed words, noticing his downcast look and– is he blushing? She quickly pushes herself up onto her knees, mirroring him as she takes his face in her hands. 

“No, you’re way prettier.” He chuckles, shaking his head at her, but she means it. His broad, sun-worn chest, the soft little pudge of his belly still wrapped in obvious strength. He’s perfect, and she intends to show him. She shoves lightly at his chest, coaxing him to stand up from the bed as her hands get to work on his belt buckle. His pants undone, she stands from the bed only to kneel in front of him, taking his jeans and boxers down along with her. 

His cock is perfect, another part of him that she didn’t get a good look at in the dim light of her driver’s seat the first time, the flushed tip the same pretty pink color as the flush spreading across his chest. She lets her nails scratch lightly over the tops of his thighs, looking up at him through her lashes. His lips are parted, eyes heavy and hazy as he looks down at her, bringing one of his thumbs to swipe along her bottom lip. The groan he lets out breaks in his throat when she sucks the pad of his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

“Goddamn, honey. Look like heaven and hell all wrapped up in one pretty package.” She releases his thumb with a little pop, smiling up at him.

“Can I show you what else I thought about, Mr. Miller?” That gets a breathy laugh out of him.

“Go on then, honey. Take it. S’all yours.” He takes a sharp inhale when she swipes her thumb over his swollen tip, smearing the dribbling pre-cum down the length of him and letting herself get used to his thickness as she dips her head to lap at his slit, the salt of him immediately invading her senses. 

It’s not like she hasn’t done this before, just that she’s never done it with someone who’s got a decade and change more experience than she does, and she can’t help the nerves skittering up her spine as she takes him into her mouth. But the long sigh he lets out does a whole lot to boost her confidence. 

“Fuck, honey– perfect little mouth, huh? Think you can take all of me?” The ache in her jaw tells her one thing, but the little grunts he lets out the deeper she takes him coaxes her on until drool is pooling in the corners of her lips and she’s gagging lightly as the tip of his cock brushes the back of her throat.

“Christ– look at you– so good for me, honey, that’s it.” He starts to guide her with a firm grip in her hair, each filthy praise going straight to her core, her thighs getting slick underneath her cut-offs. She just can’t help herself, her hand that isn’t cupping his balls slipping down to unbutton her shorts, fingers deftly sweeping through her folds to smear wetness over her clit, drawing sloppy circles that have her moaning around Joel’s cock. 

“Shit, shit– filthy little thing, aren’t you? Does this turn you on, pretty? Sucking my cock like a little slut?” She hums her confirmation around his twitching length, making him let out another gruff curse. He doesn’t let her continue for much longer though, tugging harshly at her hair to get her to pull off him before hauling her up by her arms, a whine leaving her lips at the sudden move. 

“Sorry, honey– gotta be quick and I need to be inside you, right fucking now.” With that, he spins her around, pressing between her shoulder blades until her front is laying across her bed, cheek smushed into her comforter. His hands are rough and quick to yank her shorts and panties down, and he groans at the sight of her dripping cunt.

“All this for me, honey?” She hisses when he swipes his fingers through her folds, swirling around her entrance before dipping inside.

“Fuck, yes– all for you, Joel– please–” He shushes her, one hand kneading the curve of her ass while the other lines his throbbing tip up with her entrance.

“Gotta be quiet, sweet girl. Don’t whine, I’ll give you what you need.” She has to bury her face in her mattress to silence the moan that rattles through her chest as he presses his hips forward, her knuckles whitening around her fisted grip on her sheets when he bottoms out. She hears the ragged sigh Joel lets out, followed by the feeling of the warmth of his chest as he hovers over her, pressing a surprisingly sweet kiss between her shoulder blades. 

“I know it’s a stretch for you, honey. You tell me when I can move.” How he manages to be both smug and considerate at the same time is beyond her, especially when all she can focus on is the way his swollen tip is grazing a spot inside her that’s making her toes curl. 

“I’m good– s’good– you can move.” He presses one more kiss to her back, the heat of him withdrawing as his hands splay over the plush of her hips, rolling away before snapping back into her with so much force that she’s jerked further across her bed. He wasn’t kidding about having to be quick, the pace he sets desperate and brutal. 

“Fuck yeah– better than I remember, honey– so good– my good girl.” All she can do is whimper into the sheets, the little sounds mixing with the slick slap of skin and Joel’s breathy pants. With a deep grind inside her, he suddenly snakes a hand under her, palming her breast before hauling her up against him, the sheer strength of the move making her clench around him. 

“You gonna come for me, honey? Make a fucking mess? C’mon– fuck, lemme have it.” His other hand presses firm over her pelvis, fingers dipping down to swirl over her clit and she breathes in a hard gasp to keep herself from crying out at the stinging pleasure threatening to snap inside her.

That’s it, honey.

S’just too good, huh? Them college boys just ain’t cutting it?

So cute like this. Nothing in that pretty head of yours, is there? Too full to think, right?

His words are a hot, thick smear against her temple, his pace never faltering as he ruts into her, his hips smacking against the swell of her ass with each thrust. Her high hits her hard, a silent cry of his name on her lips as she spasms in his hold, her cunt fluttering around his throbbing cock. Joel is quick to follow, his hips stuttering before pressing as close to her ass as possible, warmth blooming in her core as he sighs out her name in her ear. 

“Jesus, fuck– making me feel young again, honey.” She barely registers his breathy words, her ears ringing as she slumps back in his arms. He shushes her whine when he pulls out of her, gently laying her back on her bed and pressing a kiss to her chin with a murmur that he’ll be right back. She lays, languid and spent, slowly catching her breath as she starts to feel his spend trickling out of her, the heady feeling making her shiver. But Joel is back in a flash, his boxers and jeans pulled back up around his hips, though left unbuckled. He kneels down alongside her, cleaning her up as gently as he can with a damp washcloth which she furrows her brow at. He chuckles.

“Known your old man long enough to know where the bathroom is.” She huffs, still a little too fucked out to protest against the mention of her dad. Satisfied with his work, he sets the washcloth aside, cupping her cheek in his broad palm to tilt her head over for an entirely too sweet kiss.

“Want me to tell him you’re not feeling good so you don’t have to come back down?” She sighs, shaking her head in his hold.

“No, that’ll just make him more suspicious. I’ll be down in a second– just need to– regain feeling in my legs.” That makes him grin, stealing another kiss from her before he gets up with a groan, shuffling around as he searches for his t-shirt. She props herself up on her elbows, noticing his shirt near where her foot is dangling off the side of the bed.

“Looking for this?” He stops his searching, looking up at her. His jaw goes slack at the sight of her dangling his t-shirt over her foot, leg outstretched.

“Gonna send me to an early grave, jesus.” His palm slides along the slope of her calf, ducking down to press a kiss to her shin as he grabs his shirt. Quickly yanking it on, he sends her one more grin as he moves toward the door of her room.

“See you down there, honey.”

“Until next time, Mr. Miller.”

[quasi-normalcy]

Star Trek series rated by horniness (as rated by me, an asexual, so you know its objective):

Star Trek: The Original Series - what is there to say for the series that invented slashfic, fuck-or-die, and Thiess's theory of titillation in costuming? The universe is full of greased-up pecs and scantily clad women wondering what is this thing you call...love? It's easier to mention the episodes that *aren't* horny. 10/10, for how could it be otherwise?

Star Trek: The Animated Series - It's a Saturday morning cartoon series from the 70s, and yet... 3/10, for the surprising number of scantily clad muscular guys

Star Trek: The Next Generation - Oh, we *start* quite horny; Roddenberry is keen to let us know that the android has a penis in the second episode; but then Roddenberry dies, and by the final season even Troi is wearing a sensible duty uniform. 6/10 for Will Riker, though

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - We've got Quark's, where the women are scantily clad, the holosuites are for fucking, and the waiters give themselves ear infections from doing too much oo-mox on themselves. We've got Jadzia Dax, who has three hundred years worth of sexcapades in two genders and will tell you about them at the drop of a hat. We've got Bashir and his sad blue balls for the first two seasons. We've got Klingons breaking each other's clavicles to initiate coitus. And we've got an enemy power led by the perpetual mind-melting gangbang that canonically is the Great Link. 9/10

Star Trek: Voyager - Weirdly conservative in its sexual politics. I mean, it goes out of its way to stick poor Jeri Ryan in that body condom, and there's a whole episode about space whales wanting to fuck the ship, and another one about Janeway wanting to fuck an Irishman, and *two* episodes about Pon Farr...actually, you know what? 6/10.

Star Trek: Enterprise - You know what, let me tell you about this series; this series is like a 14-year-old asexual boy boasting about his supposed sexual conquests in the hopes that it will endear him to the cool kids. It doesn't work; there's nothing genuine about it and everyone knows it; no matter how many innuendos he throws in, it's clear that there's no joy in it for him and he'd be happier if he could just go off and read comic books. Secretly, he wishes his friends still wanted to play with action figures. -1/10

Star Trek: Discovery - The show presents us with wall-to-wall gays who just...never seem to shtup each other. Like, I of all people know that sex doesn't define queerness, but...really? I guess maybe they're afraid of being less than wholesome? Anyways, 2/10 for that time that the Emperor went off to fuck a couple of Orions in the middle of a dangerous secret mission on the Klingon homeworld.

Star Trek: Picard - A series so sexless that it can't even show its main canonical couple enjoying each other's company for more than 5 seconds each season. And yet the chaste Jurati/Borg Queen pairing manages to be the hottest thing ever in the history of fiction. Anyway, I guess they technically had Agnes sleep with Rios in the first season, so 1/10.

Star Trek: Lower Decks - Oooh boy, we're at the heavy hitter now, my god. Completely, unashamedly horny. Gene Roddenberry *wishes* he could have done that orgy scene that people on Twitter were freaking out about. 11/10

Star Trek: Prodigy- They're *kids*. 0/10

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - Not really a lot, surprisingly given their TOS pastiche. Still, we get some stuff with Spock. 3/10.

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NAMJOON

• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived

• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all

• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor

• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him

• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents

• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice

• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family

• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up

• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then

• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up

• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"

• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit

• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around

• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"

• "......."

• "........"

• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."

• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake

• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family

• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters

• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories

• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart

• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"

• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."

• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"

• "Mama!"

• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother

• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos

• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"

• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."

• "But why? You're adorable in these~"

• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."

• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake

• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said

• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"

• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."

• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade

• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you

• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-

• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"

• all hell breaks loose

• everybody asking questions left to right

• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it

• "...did...did he just...?"

• ....yeah, he stole ya family

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SEOKJIN

• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family

• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho

• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard

• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'

• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents

• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax

• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over

• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"

• "Really mama?!"

• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"

• ate every and anything placed in front of him

• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts

• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.

• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"

• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"

• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"

• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken

• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table

• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on

• "What's this?"

• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."

• "I'll take 50 of them."

• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"

• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"

• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation

• what's it about?

• you guessed it: food

• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments

• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)

• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on

• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left

• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event

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YOONGI

• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room

• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"

• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"

• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."

• "...Whatever let's just go."

• "Now don't forget your facema-"

• "Yoongi!"

• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."

• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed

• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-

• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."

• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats

• the kids and your cousins are amazed

• "Woah...that's so dope!"

• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"

• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready

• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face

• eats only one plate that was made by you

• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company

• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."

• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion

• "Um...what the fuck is this?"

• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"

• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"

• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"

• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size

• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"

• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."

• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."

• "You do know they just got out right?"

• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."

• "Yoongi!"

• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat

• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)

• dances...very very aggressively

• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table

• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize

• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion

• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?

• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"

• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown

• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"

• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."

• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT

• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it

• "Now listen here young man-"

• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."

• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that

• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle

• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."

• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."

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HOSEOK

• he's excited

• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all

• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family

• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile

• some even came up to you complaining about it

• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."

• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"

• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."

• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."

• "Oh oka-what?"

• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend

• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt

• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"

• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"

• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"

• he laughs brightly at her words

• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."

• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction

• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him

• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child

• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."

• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."

• "Well I like him!"

• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time

• when you bring up his world-known status they are   s h o o k

• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all

• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"

• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone

• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you

• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor

• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."

• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins

• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you

• not at all

• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok

• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them

• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry

• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."

• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"

• ...ANYWAYS

• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started

• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'

• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'

• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes

• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving

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JIMIN

• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around

• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to

• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick

• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."

• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face

• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer

• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him

• "His parents are in Empire."

• "Really? Say sike right now."

• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"

• "..."

• "..."

• "...you know, now that you mention it..."

• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."

• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more

• "Has ____ been good?"

• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"

• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"

• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"

• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."

• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"

• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most

• good with baby cousins

• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."

• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.

• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours

• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"

• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"

• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"

• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."

• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."

• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."

• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"

• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."

• ANYWAYS

• everybody adore him

• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him

• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody

• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately

• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"

• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"

• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'

• some even had to walk away from that one

• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family

[juicycoutureheaux]

Fixer Upper: An AU Sheriff!Leon Kennedy x Reader Fic

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

Hey y’all!! I’m back again! I’d like to thank all those who left such nice things to say about the other chapters. This story is going to be a bit longer than anticipated, but that just means more details and drama (oooh!) lol. Again there are some TW, in this chapter. (Mention of suicide). I’d like to think @alewesker & @angelscoda for all their encouragement! You both are amazing and keep me motivated! If you haven’t checked out their blogs you totally should!

You learn that the sharp dressed, curt man that greeted you and Suzanne was none other than Buckley Richards, who worked as a private stylist to Jackie Bouvier Kennedy and Lily Pulitzer.

He was a force in the dressing room, ordering his assistants to grab different fabric swatches of all different colors and textures; comparing them to your skin to see what shade best suited you.

He didn’t hold back his facial expressions either, especially when something was less than flattering.

“No, No!” he would exclaim, commanding the whole studio’s attention. “She is not a winter, she is a summer! I do not want to see those colors again!”

You felt totally detached from your body, it felt like they were dressing up a doll and you despised it. You began to dread your future, because you knew it was going to be filled with nothing but superficial moments and people.

The studio assistants picked you apart, scrubbing your face, your fingernails, just about every bit of your body.

By the end of the 8 hour session, you had been taught how to apply your makeup in “the right way,” the correct way to style your long hair and how to dress for every occasion.

When you looked in the mirror, you were dressed in a prim, but stylish outfit; your hair was pinned behind your ears revealing your now “acceptable” face; your already long dark eyelashes were enhanced by mascara, cheeks now rosy with the help of some light rouge, and your nails were now shined.

It felt as if a stranger was looking back at you. You never saw a problem or cared about your looks before today. Mama and daddy always told you that you didn’t need makeup or a fancy haircut; but, according to Buckley and Miss Suzanne, they were dead wrong.

“Finally, underneath it all, a beautiful girl!” Buckley exclaimed, grabbing you by the arm and leading you to your future mother in law.

“Y/n, you look absolutely stunning!” Suzanne squealed. “You are going to be the perfect wife for my boy! The public will just love you when you make your debut at the party!”

You just smiled a polite, but forced smile. They didn’t seem to notice. The heaviness in your stomach started to creep its way up into your throat; it was starting to consume you.

You were following behind Buckley and Suzanne all the way back to the town car, where the chauffeur was putting away all the shopping in the spacious trunk.

You said your goodbyes to Buckley and thanked him for his hard work.

“Suzanne, you’ve always had the best taste, Y/N is quite the catch.” With that he hugged Suzanne one last time and returned to the boutique.

As he was leaving, Suzanne turned to you. “We’ve invested A LOT into you my dear, I hope that you keep that in mind when Patrick gets into his *way.” She said, pointedly annunciating the last words.

“Just know that it's a part of marriage that we all go through, but think of all the benefits of being married to a man like Patrick! You’ll never be bored ever again!”

“You’re right,” you thought to yourself, “I’ll never be bored because I'll be busy chasing my husband all over the city.”

You decided to keep that thought to yourself.

The chauffeur opened the door open for you and Miss Suzanne. Miss Suzanne got in effortlessly and gracefully. Your head felt like it weighed like 1,000 pounds, and it must have shown. As you made your way into the car the Chauffeur lifted your chin up by his two fingers.

“Chin up madam, you’re going to be the wife of a very important man.”

You looked up sadly and settled in the backseat of the car, praying for silence on the way home.

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You arrived home at just about dusk. The cicadas were buzzing as the oranges and reds of the sunset stretched out lazily over the horizon.

You thought what it must be like to be a part of the colors of the horizon. You knew the hues were caused by scattering the different light rays; but even then you wondered if there was something sentient behind those sunsets.

If there were, did they know how beautiful and admired they were by those on Earth, or did they look down upon your kind in envy like you looked up at them right now? You wanted to be free, emancipated from your situation, you wanted to be as vast and colorful as the rays in the sky.

Miss Suzanne insisted her chauffeur take your bags in for you as it wasn’t lady like for you to bring in your own shopping. She followed you in with a good sized gift bag; you immediately knew who it was for.

You could tell your mother was waiting excitedly by the door, by how quick she answered. She ushered you all into the foyer.

“Thank you for letting me borrow your daughter for the day, she is just the sweetest thing. I had to bring you something back for my appreciation.” Suzanne said to your mother holding up the large bag from the boutique.

You looked on miserably as your mother pulled out an expensive cocktail dress and an even more expensive looking pair of shoes.

“Suzanne, I don’t know what to say!” Your mother stuttered.

“You don’t have to say anything darling! This is my thank you for letting me have your daughter. I want you two to look your best at the engagement party.”

Your mother had her back turned to you when she and Suzanne shared a friendly embrace. Suzanne winked at you and you acknowledged it as a warning. She had your mama wrapped around her finger and you would be foolish to back out of your engagement to Patrick.

Your mother said her goodbyes and you received a peck on the cheek from Suzanne.

You watched the fancy town car roll away down the dirt road as your mother was showing off her new cocktail dress and shoes to the rest of the family.

“Suzanne is just the sweetest isn’t she, Y/N? You are so lucky you have such a generous woman as your mother in law.”

“Future mother in law.” You corrected her bitterly.

“Oh Y/N don’t be so sour. You have what other girls would kill for. You have to see your blessing!”

“I’m sorry Mama, you’re right.” you said obediently. You were getting used to resigning over your power, maybe it would be easier with time.

You ran up the stairs and into the restroom. You began to take off your makeup with the cold cream you knew your mama had in the cabinet. The mascara and lipstick now melted in a way that contorted your face so much that you looked like a ghoul. You scrubbed until your eyelashes felt soft and your skin was dry.

Your face may have been red and raw, but at least you looked like yourself, or your old self.

You stayed in your small room, hearing the bustling sounds of the house beneath you. Your mother was talking excitedly to Mary-Anne, as daddy and Hank were discussing sports. You wondered if Patrick and his family even interacted with each other at all.

What would they talk about? You came to the realization that you and Patrick had nothing in common at all. When you would go out together and ride in his car, all he talked about was himself. You were so enthralled with the fact that someone like him would even talk to you, that you ignored the fact he was so shallow.

You started to shake, you felt yourself detach from your body. You had to get out of the house, you had to leave. You didn’t know where to go, you had completely sold your life for the happiness of others. You couldn’t run away, they would find you and it would be an embarrassment, more shame.

The only way out you could think of was the unthinkable. If you passed away in an accident, sure your family would miss you, but they wouldn’t have to worry about you. They would just have to worry about putting fresh flowers on your grave or telling Hank & Mary-Anne’s baby about you and how you would almost* marry the most important man in town. To your niece or nephew you would live on as a princess in a fairytale; but fairytales weren’t real and you wouldn’t have a happy ending.

Patrick and his mother could find another, more qualified girl to fix his image, someone that grew up in the right family, who knew all the right etiquette and had all the right clothes.

You had convinced yourself, it was the perfect plan and maybe you would find yourself in the sunset looking back down on the earth, where you longed to be.

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There was a fresh dew on the vegetation growing along the path, that brushed up against your bare legs as your bicycle made its way through the tall grass. You were riding as fast as you could, the crickets and frogs making their presence known by their various chirps.

You could see the lake just ahead, you wanted to take one last final obstructed look at the stars before you would join them. You had daddy’s sleeping pills he had been taking since he came home from the war and a bottle of whiskey that he thought no one else knew about. It was wrong taking them from him, but it was the only peaceful way you thought of going.

“It would be like falling asleep,” you had convinced yourself. “I’ll drink the whiskey till I’m drunk and throw the bottle into the water. They’ll just think I went for a swim and drowned.”

You parked your bicycle against the tree, and sat upon the soft grass at the embankment overlooking the deep blue void. As you sat closer to the shore, the wind had started picking you up, like it was a friend, drawing you closer.

The moon was the only source of light out in the wilderness and its brightness called to you, mockingly as if she longed for you to join her out in the vast nothingness, where you could be free.

You waited for an untraceable amount of time, the night was clear, the air was cool and you felt like you were finally where you needed to be. You had begun drinking, the bitter taste of the liquor was unfamiliar and stung your throat. You drink until you become unsteady and sleepy, the breeze feels like it is moving through you, like strings attached to a puppet.

You felt ready enough to unscrew the lid from the pill bottle and empty its contents into your mouth. You were fiddling with the lid for what felt like years when you were spooked by bright lights creeping up behind you. You froze in a stupor as you heard a car door open and shut, followed by heavy footsteps.

You made out the silhouette of a man in the darkness, he didn’t seem to notice you as he walked closer to the edge of the embankment. You saw him bring his fingers to push his hair back behind his face as he let out a sigh and lit a cigarette.

You were focusing on the orange ember of the end of the cigarette and didn’t realize the man had spotted you.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice spoke to you, softly.

You looked up through watery eyes and met the sharp blues of Leon’s.

You couldn’t find the words to speak as he moved closer to you. He found a place next to you and sat down.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice is gentle, just above a whisper.

You couldn’t speak, you just let the tears flow. Your body was still languid and you felt like all your energy was flowing out with your tears.

Leon wrapped an arm around you and you let him, you didn’t realize how cold you were until you felt the warmth from his body on yours.

He smelled of aftershave and tobacco, you leaned in closer to take in all of him.

You started to calm down after being in the embrace for a while, the liquid heat in your belly from the whiskey became soothing after a while.

Leon laid you down so your head was laid on his lap, your long hair was spread out over his legs; the moment was intimate and comforting. You had never felt this kind of comfort before. You were thinking of just drifting off to sleep in his embrace, but he began to speak.

“It's not worth it, Y/N.” he mumbled.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting.

“What?”

“These pills, the alcohol, I know what you came to do.”

You shifted uncomfortably, and turned your head away from him. He began stroking your hair again.

“I had an older sister,” he said, softer.

You looked up and acknowledged that you were listening.

“She was caring, she was vibrant, she was smart,” he paused. “It’s a memory now.”

You raised yourself so your torsos were intertwined, making comfortable eye contact.

“What happened to her, Leon?”

“She married someone that didn’t respect her, someone that wanted to own her, treat her like property. It started off small like the altercation you had with your fiance.” Adding emphasis to the word “altercation.”

“He was just awful to her, would cheat on her, come home drunk. After a while, she finally made a plan to leave him because she had had enough. The night before she was to leave he found out and killed her.” Leon was stoic and she could see the tenseness in his jaw.

“He would have rather snuffed out her light than see her be happy, he took my only living family away. The pain was unbearable, I wanted him to suffer.”

You reached out to caress his face; he surprised you by holding your hand to his face. You wanted to kiss him, to take his pain away.

“I decided the best way to get revenge was to prevent what happened to her, to anyone else.”

“Leon, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

He took his hand away from yours, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Patrick is trouble, Y/N. I know you know, otherwise you wouldn’t be out here doing something so stupid.” He raised his voice, he was angry, but it sounded like there was hurt in his voice.

Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, his words stung.

“I didn’t know what else to do, Leon! I feel so trapped, you think I want this kind of life?” You were sobbing. You were full of despair and anguish; you had been holding it in for a long time.

“I know you don’t,” he lowered his voice again and began to rub your back gently. “I know you really don’t want to die either.”

“What am I going to do?” It was a rhetorical question.

“You’re not marrying that asshole.”

“Leon, I wish it were that easy! My mother, she’s over the moon! They’ve already spent so much money on me, I could never repay them in my wildest dreams.”

“They’re manipulating you into staying! Will your mother’s feelings matter when he’s beating the shit out of you? Or when he cheats every night and leaves you alone with your children? When he makes a complete fool out of you in public? Is that really what you want?”

You just began to cry, the sobs escaping from your mouth with so much force, they sounded like choking hiccups.

Leon pulled you closer and let you cry into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, Y/N.”

You gripped his shirt and looked up at him, face red and eyes bloodshot.

“I needed that reality check. It's true, I just don’t know if I'm brave enough to leave.”

“I’m going to help you.”

You looked at him surprised. “Leon, why would you help me?”

“Because, Y/n, you’re innocent in all this. You deserve better and you deserve to be happy,”

You smiled an effortless smile. You laid your hand down on top of his. Your heart was beating out of your chest; You no longer felt helpless, this new sensation, you couldn’t quite place it.

He cupped your head behind your ear, his fingers holding your hair out of your face.

“You’re beautiful when you smile.”

You blushed and tried to turn your face away; instead, Leon moved in closer,keeping you in place. You searched his baby blues, for a hint of what he was thinking. He didn’t keep you waiting long before he moved his face closer and enveloped you in an intoxicating kiss.

It was sweet, not like the wanton kiss Patrick had given you before; this was full of fervor. The feeling of his lips meeting yours was akin to actual sparks. The current of electricity reverberated through your body, as you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively, closing the space between your bodies.

Leon, without breaking the two of you apart, gently laid you down again on the soft grass. He had moved from your lips to the nape of your neck, the feeling causing you to feel a fire in your belly as he caressed your sides.

You had never experienced pleasure like this before, never in your wildest dreams would you have thought a man like Leon would be attracted to you in that way.

You began to panic, you were kissing a man that wasn’t your fiancé, and you were scared. You enjoyed it too much, if Leon had wanted to take it further you would have let him. He was making you feel too good; your mother had always warned you that things that felt too good to be true, were.

“Leon, please, I can’t do this.”

His body went stiff and moved off you immediately.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry, I feel awful.”

“Leon, don’t.” You said gently cradling his face in your hands, your thumb stroking his cheek. “I want you so bad; but I've been promised to Patrick.” You could tell by the wounded look on his face your words pained him.

“It’s obvious you’re too good for him, even though he treats you cruelly.” You flinched at his words, he was right.

“What are we going to do?” You whispered, still holding on to him

He pushed the loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I know for a fact the Armstrongs are doing shady business dealings, how do you think he got funding for his political campaign this year?”

You thought about it for a second. You knew they came from family money and they lived in a small town, but it really never occurred to you that their dealings could be illegal.

“So you want to blackmail Patrick? That’s your idea?” You said incredulously.

“You should know I didn’t come out here to just work as the Sheriff of a small town. I’m here because I AM investigating The Armstrongs and their associates.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m engaged to one of the family members.” You were shaking now, was everyone just going to pull the rug from under you? You pulled away from him.

“I know, because you don’t want this. I know for a fact if you had any other choice, you would take it.”

You stare at him, annoyed, but he was right. No wonder he was sent down here.

“Are you using me to get information then? I’m not okay with that, Leon.”

“Of course not!” He looked like the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. “I figured you were an innocent bystander in all of this.”

Your shoulders relaxed, you realized you had accused him of something horrible.

“Leon, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to think, I’ve just pulled every which way and I just want to be told the truth.”

“Y/n, I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you to hurt you.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The two of you shared a chaste kiss, and he drove you back to the long driveway of the farm.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you up to the house?” Leon had his right hand over your headrest.

“The lights and noise from the car would probably wake up my family. I don’t think I’d ever be allowed out of the house again if they saw I snuck out and you drove me home.”

“Good point.”

You both said your goodbyes and you walked slowly up the dirt road to the house.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw your daddy sitting on the steps of the house and he had his eyes locked on you.

You swallowed hard and decided to face the music. You walked right up to him.

“There she is, prancing in like I wouldn’t notice she snuck out. Where the hell have you been?”

“I had to get out of the house daddy, I’m sorry it felt like I was suffocating, I’m scared.” You said and sat down next to him.

You loved your daddy, he was always there for you. It felt like recently with this Patrick mess your relationship was suffering.

Your daddy’s face softened up and he put his arm around you.

“My magnolia, I know you’re going through a lot, it’s killing me. I wish your mother wasn’t pushing you so hard.” He held you close. You felt like a little girl, safe in your father’s arms, he hadn’t called you Magnolia in a long time. It was his nickname for you since you were little.

You remembered when the boys first started to bully you at school and your daddy would hug you while you cried. He would comfort you and the next day when the boys would start again, he’d stand at the school bus stop with his shotgun and point at them.

They never messed with his “magnolia” again after that.

You wish daddy could make the Armstrongs go away. She just wanted to work her little job, maybe meet someone on her own. Leon, she wouldn’t mind dating him, he was everything an actual gentleman should be.

“Do you think you could talk to mama? I don’t think I want to marry Patrick, daddy.” You said weakly.

“I’ll try magnolia.” He said. “We should head in before Mama wakes up and yells at the both of us.”

You exchanged a hug and went back into the farmhouse feeling better off.

[softguarnere]

can I maybe request intelligence officer x ron speirs?? this is like my favorite idea rn....love your work! <33

People-Watching vs People Watching

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Anon, thank you so much for the compliment, and thank you so much for trusting me to write this idea -- I had a lot of fun with it (mainly because I'm like halfway through with Fierce Valor and got to sprinkle in more Speirs facts hehehe). This doesn't really take place between or during any episode, and the mission referred to later in the story is made up. So if anyone is looking for historical accuracy, this isn't it lol. (The usual disclaimer: this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) And I hope you enjoy, Anon, because intelligence officer x Speirs is SUCH a good concept 🕊️💖

Warnings: war, blood, guns, drinking, the usual HBOWar things

From across the pub, Ron can hear you laugh politely at something one of the other officers has just said. Reason dictates that he could take his drink and cross the room to join the crowd, but he keeps holding himself back. Instead, he takes another sip of his drink.

"Funny, I should have known that you would be a pensive drunk. But part of me hoped that you would be a loud, fun one instead." Across the table from him, Nixon smirks before taking a sip of his own drink.

Ron sits up a little straighter. "I'm not drunk."

"No, I know. I don't expect anyone will ever see the day that Ron Speirs lets down his guard in that way. I just meant that everyone else with a drink in their hand seems happy, but you don't."

There are arguments that Ron could make in response to that. But how to explain to someone as laid-back and extroverted as Lewis Nixon that he, Ron, is more of a reserved introvert who prefers people-watching to people watching? It's just his nature.

Across the pub, the group laughs again. Nixon's eyes flicker between it and Ron. "Oooh. Okay."

"What?"

Nixon leans back in his chair with a smile.

"What?"

"The new intelligence officer," Nixon says. "(Y/N). It's her, isn't it?"

Ron is thankful that, even with the alcohol that's starting to warm him from inside, he's always been good at keeping his emotions off his face, and that he's not prone to blushing. He's able to keep it cool when he asks, "What are you talking about?"

The captain in front of him just laughs. "Oh come on, Speirs. I'm an intelligence officer. It's my job to notice things. Don't deny it," he adds quickly. "Liking someone is nothing to be embarrassed about. Have you spoken to her?"

"No," Ron admits. He's not shy around girls. He's flirted before. But there's a war going on. And you're a fellow officer. There are probably rules against fraternization, and he would rather not find out what the consequence of breaking those rules is. So when Ron says he hasn't spoken to you, it's not because he's afraid to do it, but because he doesn't trust his heart not to betray him and convince him to put something above his duties in the war. Duties which, he reminds himself, he worked very hard for.

Not to mention the gnawing thought at the back of his mind that keeps telling him that he won't even survive the war.

A crease forms between Nixon's eyebrows as he mulls over Ron's short answer. "Well, are you planning to?"

"I would imagine that I'll have to speak to her at some point, as a fellow officer."

"Well, as a fellow intelligence officer, I talk to her all the time." His smile is cheeky. Even though he's inebriated -- but then again, when is he not? -- anyone could see the wheels turning in his mind as he forms a plan. "You want me to find out more about her, see if she likes anyone? You know, like a wingman?"

Ron almost scoffs. Studying at an all boys military school growing up deprived him of certain childhood experiences, but from what he heard his older sisters say about crushes and public school drama, this seems a bit like some silly high school romance idea.

"Gathering intelligence on a fellow intelligence officer," he muses instead. "That doesn't seem too smart, somehow."

Nixon twists his glass in his hand, eyebrows drawn as he looks towards you across the pub. "Don't worry, Ron. I'll figure something out."

Sometimes it's easier not to argue with someone who's drunk. Sometimes it's easier to let them think that they've won, and then be grateful in the morning when it becomes clear that they've forgotten everything from the night before.

"Sure thing." Ron downs the rest of his glass and stands, offering Nixon a nod before he heads off across the pub, straight for the door.

But behind him, a slow smile has started to creep across Nixon's face as he watches his fellow officer go. If Ron thought that he would get out of this with ease, he was sorely mistaken; it doesn't pay to underestimate Lewis Nixon when he sets his mind to something.

--

The muggy English morning clings to you as you make your way to headquarters. If you had to spend the day inside dealing with meetings and briefings, at least it was such an overcast one -- it would be a shame to waste a good day.

Inside, work is already in full swing as people dart about with coffee and paperwork, trying to set things straight before any of the morning's meetings. Sliding between people, you manage to grab a mug and fill it up with coffee.

"Ah, there you are (Y/N)!" As you take your first sip of your drink, the crowd parts and Nixon makes his way over to you, smiling broadly despite the early hour.

You offer him a salute, but he waves it off -- he might be an officer, but most of the time, the formalities don't bother him. It's nice to have someone like him in this new place to show you the ropes.

Nixon tilts his head, motioning for you to follow him. "I was hoping you would be in soon. We just received some very exciting orders, and I thought that you would be perfect for the job, if you're interested."

"Well I guess that depends. During Basic, I had higher ups convince us that scrubbing the latrine was very exciting, but personally, I don't think I would be too interested in doing it ever again."

The dark-haired man laughs as he leads you into a small office. He pushes some files aside to make room for his own coffee cup as he sits down behind the desk. "How would you feel about getting out of this stuffy building and out into the field?"

"Like you?" You ask. Some people preferred working the indoor intelligence jobs, but it had always been obvious from the way you looked longingly towards the door whenever other officers left their meetings that you would much rather be heading out to work intelligence head-on.

Nixon nods, his own smile growing as he watches your face light up. "It just so happens that we need a new intelligence officer for one of the companies. You'd get to be out in the field, and we could coordinate orders and intelligence between our companies. Now I know that it's not scrubbing the latrine, but it sounds pretty exciting to me." He raises his eyebrows. "Are you interested?"

"Of course."

"Wonderful. You'll be assigned to Dog Company, and working with their lieutenant."

Behind you, the door opens and shuts quickly as someone else enters the room, offering Nixon a salute.

"Ah, and here he is now," Nixon announces before you can even turn to see who has just come in. "(Y/N), I would like for you to meet Lieutenant Ronald Speirs -- the man you'll be working with in Dog Company."

--

Service before self, Ron keeps reminding himself whenever he's around you. Although it's getting harder to ignore the feeling that invades his chest whenever he looks at you.

But even with the constant mantra running through the back of his mind, it's become so easy to be around you. At first he hadn't been sure how he would feel about working so closely with an intelligence officer, but now it's hard for him to remember a time when you weren't around. You were never daunted by his demeanor, and something about the way you approached him -- or approached anything, for that matter -- impressed him. It didn't take long for him to learn to let walls down around you. It's refreshing; he feels like he's able to take off a mask that he didn't even know he had been wearing since the war had started.

Service before self, he thinks the first time you make him laugh. Service before self -- when he realizes how adorable you look when you're puzzling over reports, eyebrows furrowed and tapping a pen to a rhythm that only you can hear. Service before self -- when he glances at you during an officer's meeting and sees that you've been looking at him, only to quickly glance away when your eyes meet. Service before self -- the night that neither of you can sleep and he finds himself telling you his fondest memories of traveling to Scotland with his parents. Service before self -- a few days later after a skirmish, when the two of you have finished checking on the men and are checking in with each other, standing close, hearts beating fast; another step closer, your head tilting, and then him asking, "Can I - ?" Service before --

Self. Selfish? Ron wonders as your lips crash together in the long anticipated kiss. No. Not selfish; just a rearranging of priorities: you before him. You before anything and everything.

--

Even men made of legends and rumors can have trouble jumpstarting their day. Especially at three in the morning when he has been woken up by someone knocking on his door, announcing that he is needed for an urgent meeting.

Ron is good about waking up, being alert, being able to function. That doesn't mean that he likes it. He pours himself a cup of coffee as soon as he gets to headquarters, the smell of the morning elixir helping to coax his senses into action as he makes his way back to the office where he hears voices.

"And we're sure it has to be Easy?" He would know your voice anywhere.

"I wouldn't trust anyone else with this," Colonel Sink replies, voice just as action-ready as ever. "But the question is, who?"

"A good shot like Shifty Powers would be ideal," Winters says. Part of Ron is glad to hear that he also sounds a bit tired -- it means that Ron is not the only officer whose normal, mortal instincts are giving him a hard time this morning. When Ron steps into the room, only the other sleepy officer seems to acknowledge his presence.

"But he doesn't speak German," you say. "Who in Easy does? Just Liebgott and Webster?"

Colonel Sink nods. "What do you think of them?"

"If I may," Nixon cuts in. "Liebgott might get too trigger happy."

"So then just Webster?"

"No, Webster and Liebgott would balance each other out, I think."

Everyone's eyes turn to you, waiting for an answer.

"I know them both. I trust them both."

"But?" The colonel asks, sensing something in your voice.

You bite your lip, your eyes darting between the other officers as you think. "I think we would all know who I would prefer to come with me."

"But Speirs doesn't speak German."

At the mention of his name, Speirs' attention snaps from you to the rest of the room. If he had felt a step behind when he entered the room, now he feels like everyone else has taken off running, and he's stuck behind them in the dust.

Your face falls. "I know."

"Well, I think it's settled then." Colonel Sink offers you a fatherly pat on the shoulder before turning to the door, nodding to Speirs as he passes, and then taking his leave.

The lower ranking officers visibly relax the moment he leaves, a collective sigh of relief and disappointment surging through the room.

"I'll go get Liebgott and Webster so they can be fitted and briefed," Nixon offers. His eyes catch Ron's in the doorway and he nods.

You turn, finally seeing him for the first time. In a second, you're out of your seat and bee-lining towards him. A frown tugs at your lips and darkens your eyes. "I wish it were you."

"For what?" Ron asks. "What's going on?"

"You didn't hear?"

He shakes his head, watching your frown grow deeper with every second.

"I've been chosen to infiltrate the German line to gather intelligence."

--

Ron has never seen anyone look at themselves with as much hatred as Liebgott does when he puts on the German uniform and sees himself in the mirror. If Webster didn't already look like he was so uncomfortable that he wants to crawl out of his skin, then Joe's scowl and his muttering would dampen the already somber mood.

Webster swallows. "We look --"

"Like them," Liebgott spits.

"That's the point," Nixon reminds them. "It's got to be convincing. There can be absolutely no suspicion once the three of you cross their line."

The bathroom door swings open and you step out, looking just as uncomfortable as the Easy men. After seeing you in your paratrooper uniform the entire war, seeing you dressed like a German nurse is almost enough to take Ron off-guard -- which means that it will convince the Germans.

You balk at yourself in the mirror. "This feels . . ."

"Disgusting?" Liebgott offers. "Unnatural? Disagreeable? Excruciating?"

Webster lets out a low whistle. "Those are some big words, Lieb."

It's obvious that he's trying to lighten the mood a little, but Liebgott's scowl only deepens. "Not everyone needs a college degree to have a wide vocabulary, Web."

"Let's review one more time," Nixon suggests before the two have the chance to turn their spat ugly.

"We cross the German line," you say. "If anyone asks, we were POWs who escaped and are trying to find our company. We find their headquarters, take the maps of their routes to see where they're going next, and make it back here as quickly and safely as we can."

Nixon nods. "Good." He hands his men some convincing looking documents that will back up their story. He fixes Liebgott with a firm look. "Before you go, Winters wants to talk to you."

Everyone knows that he's going to be getting a warning about what will happen if he gets trigger happy while on the other side of the line, but for is sake, Webster heads out with him to receive a similar warning, even though no one is worried about bookish, thoughtful Webster acting impulsively.

Which leaves you and Ron alone.

"Hey." You nudge his shoulder, something that's not quite a smile pulling at your mouth. "Don't worry about me. I've got this. We've got this."

Ron nods. "I know. I just wish I were the one going with you. I would feel a whole lot better about the whole thing."

"Me too. But the war won't always let us get what we want."

"Don't say that." You're referring to the mission, but it makes him think of his own belief that he won't make it through the war. It's fine for him to think so pessimistically, he reasons, but you shouldn't have to. The war hasn't always allowed him what he wants -- hell, life in general hasn't -- but he's stubborn enough that he's going to at least try to make things go his way. He suddenly knows how Orpheus felt when he determined to bring Eurydice back from the underworld.

You glance at the door that the other men left through, making sure that there isn't anyone watching, and then you take his hand. "I'll see you when I get back."

"I'll be waiting as close to the line for you as I can."

"I know you will."

And then you kiss him, putting self over service one last time.

--

The first thing that Ron hears is the heavy footsteps and the panting of multiple people trying to catch their breath. He automatically raises his rifle, just in case.

The first thing he sees is the blood covering the front of your nurse uniform and staining your hands. Your hands, which are white-knuckling a small stack of folders, but all he can focus on is the blood. Beside you, he only just registers that Webster and Liebgott are okay -- sweaty and blood splattered, but alive and back on the American side of the line.

No one is behind you. At least you weren't pursued.

Ron swings his rifle across his back and is by your side in a second, his hands automatically turning into those of a medic, searching you for a wound. He takes in a breath, ready to call out for Doc Roe, praying he'll be in earshot when you catch his hands, leaving streaks of red behind.

"Ron."

"Where did they get you?" He can't see any sort of entry wound, but he continues to search anyway. "(Y/N), where were you hit?" He doesn't ask his most important question: who do I have to kill?

"Ron." You still his hands. "It's not mine."

He freezes. "What?"

"It's not mine."

Webster is quick to explain, "Someone in their headquarters got suspicious about her uniform. They asked why she was wearing American shoes. We tried to explain that they were given to her when we were POWs, but one of the commanders got angry, saying that she should never have accepted anything from the enemy."

"He started asking too many questions, wouldn't let us leave," you pick up, squeezing Ron's hands so he won't feel how they shake. "We did what we had to do, and we got out with what we could."

"Oh thank God." In his relief, even with Webster and Liebgott right there, he cups your face and kisses you like you've been separated for eternity. You over him. You before the world.

"Oh." He's vaguely aware of Liebgott and Webster sharing a look. "Well this explains quite a lot."

"I'm okay." You rest your forehead against Ron's, both of you breathing heavily. It's quiet, but you huff a small, teasing laugh. "I'd have hoped that you would have more faith in me than that, Ron."

"You know I do," he assures you. "I'm just relieved, is all." And then, for good measure, he kisses you again. This, he thinks, is only appropriate -- it's what Orpheus would have done had Eurydice returned to him.

Who cares if there are people watching?

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 26: Twilight x Reader(Male) - Taverns Alley

Summary: Warding off the taverns working gals who only wanted to give company in exchange for money, you find yourself making a move that you wouldn't have done drunk. it works, but now there's a new 'problem' and it is between your legs. The dark alley doesn't do much to hide you from the voyeur eyes, but you weren't the only one who couldn't wait and didn't mind lookers.

Word count: 1,904

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With the night still young and a few restless Chain members relentlessly nagging, you were dragged off to a nearby bar in town. There was nothing special about the place: packed with too many people, the smell of cheap ale and stale cigars. Not exactly the scene you liked to be in, but a few drinks weren’t going to hurt.

Hyrule dragged a grumbling Legend to a dart board, Four following. Sky, War, Twi and yourself sat at a table chit chatting about home and what we planned on doing when we all got back. Warriors made sure that there was a steady flow of drinks and shots coming to the table, but with that came the women who worked in the upstairs part of the bar.

“Well look here what the cat dragged in.” A woman with red hair said as she touched your shoulder, three other women with her, each of them hovering near the others. Sky politely told the black haired woman that he was engaged as Warriors leaned closer into the blond that was flaunting her very full chest to him. Twilight simply said no thanks and you just shied away from the contact.

You wished that was the only time that happened. Throughout the night multiple women and sometimes the same ones would come over to flirt and give free drinks. Warriors, every time a free drink was sat down on the table, would drip a drop of some kind of oil into the drink to make sure it wasn't drugged. None were, but it still made you uneasy. Well, uneasy for more than one reason.

"Sugar, why won't you come play with us?" A string of white feathers were tossed around the back of your neck. The woman was very pretty with her red corset top and high front skirt, but it was still a no for you.

The young lady that was by the other's side ran her palms down your chest, inching closer to your groin. "We could show you a good time~"

You grabbed Twilight's pant leg that was closest to you, not knowing what else to do. Twilight cleared his throat, “Ladies, he has kindly declined your advances. Please don’t make us seek business elsewhere.” The two ladies stuck their nose up in the air and walked away.

Sheepishly you looked over at Twi. “Thank you.” He only gave a warm smile.

“I don’t get it.” Warriors laughed. “You have had double, if not triple, the attention yet I’m the Ladies Man.”

Sky elbowed Wars playfully. “Maybe someone stole your pretty boy title.”

“Oooh no, no.” You waved your hands in front of you. “That is a title I don't want.”

“What’s wrong with that title?” Warriors mock offense had you loosening back up. “Why do you turn all of them away?”

Head a little fuzzy from the four pints and six shots, you spill your secret. “I prefer the company of men.”

The silence from the others made you want to shrink to the size of a mouse so you could scurry away undetected. That was until Warriors raised his glass saying, “Hey, about time the club got bigger.” He clicked his glass with yours. “And you owe me money.” He laid his hand out to Sky.

Sky rolled his eyes and dropped a small coin bag into the waiting palm. Twilight leaned a little closer. “Sky thought you would take longer to spill. Wars betted on alcohol would loosen you up to tell us.”

Slapping a hand to your face, you asked, “You all knew?”

Twilight’s carefree laugh told you all you needed to know. “Most of us either dance on both sides of the line: Wars, Legend, Wild and Time, or stay true to one side weather its the same or opposite side of the line.” Twilight gave you a look that sent your heart racing. With his wolf-like hearing, there was no way he didn’t hear it.

Celebrating the victory of being correct, Wars ordered too many drinks for the four of them to handle, though you all drank as much as you could. Him and Sky took (stumbled their way) the extras to the three still throwing darts. That left Twi and you at the table to watch the clumsy two walk off. Unfortunately, the unwanted company came back around, preying on the drunks, but this time it was Twilight in the eyes of the women. How strange it was to see Twilight, the apex predator, being stoked like livestock. Repulsive really.

So when an unsavory hand was combed through his hair like you always wanted to, you bared your teeth, took his face between your hands and had his lips crashing to your own. Twi made a startled noise, but it turned into a sound of enjoyment as he placed his hands on your elbows.

Breaking free of the exchange, you covered your mouth. “I’m sorry!” You feared you had crossed the line doing the simple kiss. You could have blamed it on the ale, but it wasn’t true. “It was the first thing to come to mind w-when she came around and- and oh my goddess you are now going to hate me!”

Your thoughts didn’t allow you to hear anything he was saying, if he even said anything at all, but he didn’t have to say anything for you to understand that he forgave you. He grabbed the belt that laid across your chest and brought you closer, lips parting to give you permission to advance.

Tender, soft lips coaxed you forward with chaste little kisses that made small click sounds when separating. When you moaned into Twilight’s mouth, he pulled away just far enough to look into your eyes. He watched you closing while a warm hand made its way up your leg. Your cheeks had a healthy flush across them and you tried not to groan when his hand cupped over the prominent bulge in your trousers.

You whined when his hand suddenly disappeared, but his words lit a fire inside that needed to be put out. “Let’s get out of here.” He took your hand to lead you not out the way you entered, but the back door.

The full moon gave a silver lighting that made Twilight’s marking and eyes glow. The back alley door closed and gave the illusion of privacy. You threw your arms around his neck, drawing him towards you as your back hit the brick wall of the tavern. The taste of ale was heavy on Twilight’s lips, but you could still get hints of his natural taste and it made you feel more drunk than you already were. There was no getting enough of him even as he pressed his own erection to yours, hands searching for skin to hold.

There was noise to either side of you that caught both of your attention quickly. You two weren't alone. There were others with the same idea as you, already fulfilling their desires with one, two or even three other people at once and preferences didn't matter. It was a free for all.

Getting your attention back, Twilight sank to his knees and began to unlace your trousers and pulled out the prize you had confined. Never would you have thought or dreamed of Twilight on his knees between your legs, your cock in his hand as he stoked you and mouthed at your base. His eyes were glassy, want begging in those blues. When the first bit of pre lazily dribbled out, he swiped his thumb over your slit and spread the clear liquid over the head of your swollen cock.

You had to grip the wall behind you when a wet heat took you in, sucking, slurping and swallowing around you. You were by no means small, so to see your own cock disappear into Twi’s mouth and down his throat, stretching his lips out around you, was an erotic scene that you couldn’t turn away from the sight.

He bobbed and moaned around you, shooting vibrations like electricity throughout your lower body. Saliva coated not only what his mouth touched, but also his hands that were keeping the rhythm at the base. Spit string stayed connected to his lower lip, a bit of it flowing onto his chin.

“Don’t stop…” You whispered while pushing his bangs away. Not realizing that those two words were taken as a challenge, Twilight had you back in his mouth all the way to the root, his nose in your curls, purposely making himself choke (not gag) around you. It gave you the confidence to start rolling your hips. He opened his mouth enough to keep steady friction all the way around you and kept his teeth tucked under his lips as you unapologetically took purely your own pleasure into consideration.

“T-Twi I- I’m…!!” You pressed forward all the way into his mouth, cumming down his throat. The feeling of overstimulation had you hissing and him pulling away to stand on his feet.

He smeared the remnants of your release and his saliva onto the back of his hand. The wolfish eyes on you made you shiver in your boots. His voice was graveled when he spoke. “I want you.”

Strictly a bottom, you shoved your trousers down below your knees, turned around, and wiggled your ass in a, “Come and get it” kind of way. Rough hands spread you wide, thumb tracing over your entrance.

You let out a choked off holler turned into a grunt and it was now your turn to catch others attention. Cheers and claps from a few nearby voyeur pleasure seekers erupted as Twilight sought after his own gratification in fucking you. You were thankful that the drinks you had inside had numbed your sense of pain or else this would have been different.

The feeling of him stretching you open, filling you up, bruising grip on your hips and his thick cock head abusing your prostate was ramping you right back up quickly. Twilight changed his grip by wrapping an arm around your lower torso, making it so he had more control over the movements. His canine teeth scraped along the soft skin behind your ear before nipping the flushed tip of your pointed ear.

“I can tell you are wanting to cum again for me. Go ahead.” His left hand closed around you leaking cock, pumping it faster than his own thrusts into you.

You were at his mercy and it didn’t take long for you to spill white across the red bricks your cock was aimed at. Your hole clenched and spasmed around Twilight, making you even tighter for him. He groaned explicits into your skin as his cock flexed inside you over and over until he was empty.

He encompassed you with gentle arms, both catching your breath and laughing at the situation and scene still going on around you. He pulled your clothes back up , fastening them to how they were, before tucking himself back in. He spun you around and kissed you again.

You smirked at a thought. “Wanna see if the tavern has an open room for the rest of the night for us to continue this?” If you two didn’t have to go past a few of the others in your group, he would have slung you over his shoulder and demanded a room right away.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

[threadsun]

Hey !! I remember seeing your pet-peeves post a while back and I got curious!

How do you think Jack and the rest of the boys react when Y/N has all of their pet-peeves characteristics??

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense :( !!)

Oooh, so here's the original pet-peeve post

Joseph:

Some of them are deal breakers and some aren't. Their pronunciation of data may grate on his nerves, but honestly it shouldn't come up often enough to cause real problems

The nicknames and gum chewing, he'll ask them to stop doing around him. If they don't, it'll have to be a longer conversation about boundaries and what he can and cannot put up with

The passive aggression is an instant no. The quickest way to lose his interest is being passive aggressive towards him, and there's no going back from that

Jack:

He loves his Sunshine. He loves his Sunshine. No matter how much they bother him, he loves his Sunshine and nothing can change that

He's gritting his teeth and trying to politely ask them to refrain from some of those things (like pranks and aggressive knocking) or just accept that they do others (being confidently wrong and mixing food)

The swearing, he'll probably just gently scold them about, and maybe turn it a lil sexy if they persist. Something about making them stop talking when they start swearing~

Shaun:

So the eating sounds is an easy fix as long as they don't get offended by him moving away from them a little bit when they eat

The socks on in bed thing... look, he hates it. He doesn't like feeling someone's socked feet on him when he's sharing a bed. But... he'll put up with it

But the film bros and philosophers are a major deal breaker. He's not gonna waste his time on someone so fundamentally at odds with who he is as a person

Ian:

So the dishes in the sink thing will annoy him to no end, but he'll just sigh and do the dishes himself if they refuse to do them. And let the resentment build slowly. It's not healthy

If they like baseball or have unread emails or even wear jockstraps as underwear, he's not thrilled, but he'll deal with it. He knows other people find him annoying, so he doesn't want to judge too much

And if they're a man who's hotter then him? Well, he simply has no choice but to fall in love with them and kiss them so he doesn't have to feel jealous

Nick:

If they're weirdly territorial over aesthetics, he'll sort of roll his eyes and try to gently encourage them to be more open minded and less cliquey about things

The only other pet peeve about people from him is bullshit fake "daddy doms" and he has two ways to deal with them. If they're not willing to listen, learn, and change then he drops them immediately

But... if they're willing to get better? Well, he's more than happy to teach them proper BDSM etiquette, RACK, and anything else they need to know to be a proper dom

Jean:

If they're a bad driver, he just won't get in the car when they're driving. He'll either drive them both himself or suggest another way to get where they're going

When it comes to people correcting him... well, it really depends on the person. If he doesn't know them well when they start to do it, he'll go cold and refuse to speak to them

If he's already in love with them, or otherwise respects their opinions, he'll begrudgingly take it on board

[writingkitten]

Oooh, review anon coming in with a headcanon thought - what are first kisses with each of the boys like? How do they approach it?

THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD

Ricky: my GOD this man… this man does things to me. He would be such a gentleman about it, yet in a mischievous way because he just is that way. I feel like he’d drop you off at your house after the first date, walk you up to your door, and as you’re about to say goodnight he just grabs you and gives you the most passionate first kiss EVER ugh my love

Robert: he’d be a little nervous because fuck you’re so pretty and he’s anxious about his size so he’s shocked you even went on a date with him, but he’d go for it and give you a gentle, soft peck that is just not enough so you pull him back and give him the kind of kiss that he really wanted

Harold: OH MY GOD MY PRECIOUS SWEET BRITISH BOY he 100% ask before kissing you because he’s just so polite and when you say yes he blushes and gives you a gentle sweet kiss while holding your face

Otto: he probably took you out to look at the stars as a first date but he can’t stop staring at you and when you finally notice you smile shyly and are like “what” and he doesn’t saying anything he just leans over and kisses you

Doc Ock: oh doc would be so suave about it, he’d whisk you into his arms and hold you so close and passionately kiss you, thinking to himself “finally”

Harding: he’d caress your cheek, staring deeply in your eyes, almost hypnotic. He’d kiss you with all of his confidence and take your breath away

Edelweiss: he’d fake die so you have to give him cpr and then he just suddenly pulls you into his arms, rolls you over, and full on makes out with you

Chandler: oh my god ok ok ok I’m alright I just need a sec ok sorry guys just nearly died imagining this, because it’d be like Ricky but so much rougher, with him holding you close (maybe even holding you by your neck)

Big Boss: so since we don’t have much info on his character my (and @bluthsbananas) hc is that he’s actually a sweetheart (but also very horny) so he’d be trying to be such a gentleman so he doesn’t fuck up but then he can’t hold himself back and kisses you, then apologizes but you pull him back for another kiss

Andres: this man is so confident he’d saunter up to you, push your hair back, maybe run his thumb over your lip, and pull you in for a passionate kiss

Boris: oh he’s so shy you’d be the one to kiss him first, and holy shit does he think he’s in heaven

Dunlop: probably similar to Harold, but blushing like crazy like Boris would. Honestly I see them as being two peas in a pod

Arden: boy goes in sloppy with tongue because he hasn’t matured enough yet (yes I know he’s like forty or something close I like old men more)

Jim: he wouldn’t make the first move, because he doesn’t think a pretty thing like you would want to be with a reclusive old man like him, but he’s such a scruffy teddy bear you just have to smooch him

Jimmy: probably similar to Ricky honestly, except less mischievous. Like, walk you to the door, say he had a great time, awkward silence, then leans down and kisses you gently

Armand: he’s so respectful and sweet he’d ask if he could kiss you and then give you a passionate smooch

Manuel: my god he’d be super confident like Harding and probably convince you to kiss him because he wants you to choose him, mostly for his ego

Maxim: again, a super suave man that saunters up to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then kissing your cheek, pausing, and kissing your lips sorry I just saw that as like a film in my head and had to describe it as such because UGH

Hank: asshole toothpick man is filthy but he’d use just the right amount of tongue in your first kiss, probably while holding your waist really tight

Oswald: this depends, so if it’s Oswald I think he’d be a little nervous at first because holy shit a pretty person wants to kiss him!!! It’s soft and sweet and way too short for him

Dick: probably a little timid and shy, but he cups you face and strokes you cheek with his thumb and the kiss is just so soft and just UGH I LOVE DICK (lol)

[auraboo]

20 questions writer meme

Tagged by @tehri

Oooh I haven’t talked fic in ages, this is gonna be fun. *cracks knuckles* Thanks for tagging me!

How many works do you have on AO3? 54.

What's your total AO3 word count? 556 587, apparently. Um… That’s a lot more than I thought, hang on I gotta lay down for a sec...

What fandoms do you write for? I’m currently not fic-active in any fandoms, but I used to write for Amnesia The Dark Descent (and occasional other Frictional Games stuff), FFXII, The Hobbit, and I’ve also done some Stardew Valley and Baldur’s Gate 3 stuff (during Early Access, mind, haven’t beaten the full game yet).

What are your top five fics by kudos? The Last Snowfall, And All Paths Will Lead Us Home, Ever After To The End Of His Days, Under Surveillance aaaand Count the Daylight Hours. one of these is not like the others lmao

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! Well, unless it’s a single emoji or something, I usually can’t think of a way to reply that. I just like talking with readers and I feel like at least saying ’thank you’ is just polite.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh man this is unfair, this is kind of my fandom niche and it’s hard to pick one. My archive is a gallery of angst, take a pick.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Depends on how you want to rank happiness, but I’d say The Fair Ones. (shockingly, happy endings aren’t only reserved to my OCs)

Do you get hate on fics? Nah.

Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? Oh boy do I ever. Mainly on my original stuff, though, as with most things (shocking). I’m more into romance than erotica, personally, so my stuff tends to be on the softer, more emotional side. They’re in love, your honour. As for what kind, I’m so vanilla it hurts. :’D I tried writing kinkier stuff in the Amnesia fandom but I’ve concluded it’s just not my thing. Learn to know thyself, writer.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Very rarely, I don’t usually enjoy them. The only ones I’m really into are Amnesia/Haunting Ground and Amnesia/Penumbra – I guess the overlap of different horror elements just works for me. Nothing particularly crazy to report in this regard, just the typical "character A is somehow in character B's world, shenanigans ensue" stuff.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t believe so, but I also haven’t gone looking.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, someone’s still working on translating Count the Daylight Hours into Russian and I remember someone asking for permission to translate some of my ancient Hobbit fics.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Ships come and go, but I think Kurogane/Fai, Usagi/Seiya and Squall/Rinoa are my most consistent ones that have stood the test of time. (I know, this is completely out of the left field considering I’ve only ever written a thing for one of these ships, but writing and shipping are two separate activities that sometimes overlap)

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Another vampire AU for Amnesia with the working title No Other God. I have so much lore written down and in my head, but unfortunately my interest in fandoms in general evaporated two years ago and it hasn’t shown any signs of coming back to that extent. I'm enjoying my time as a casual fan nowadays, pooping out a random fanart once a year.

What are your writing strengths? I’ve heard many times that I’m good at descriptions and conveying emotions.

What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue, ugh, especially in any modern setting. I use so much outdated vocab and expressions that I can't use my own speech as a guide since I've gotten regular comments my whole life that I speak weirdly. :'DDD (for context, I was the stereotypical precocious kid who sounded like a grown-up at age seven, okay)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it serves a purpose and you know the language (or have a beta/someone who speaks it available), why not? Either way, people write and publish fic for free, so I don't think it matters - do what you enjoy, that's what fic is for.

First fandom you wrote for? Probably FF7 or Kingdom Hearts? Never published any, mind, this was stuff I scribbled into notebooks way back when.

Favourite fic you've written? Right now I wanna say The Alchemist’s Apprentice, my feverish contribution to the Daniel/Fiona excellency that maybe five people and a footstool ship. I like niche. Niche is good.

Not tagging anyone this time, do it if you want to!

[memestockpile]

cheers (1982-1993) feel free to change as needed.

you know, buddy, this is a bar. if you want to make polite conversation: take it outside.

men. they’re so stupid.

the soup was so hot it set off the sprinkler system. 

well, what else can i do around here that i’m great at?

are you on the sauce again?

hit the bricks, pal.

the cologne you always wear is totally without nuance.

if you can’t say it in front of me, don’t say it, at all.

a lady does not ask her chauffeur how much he stole from her dead husband. 

don’t toy with my emotions. 

i described you in terms which were positively glowing, which is the way i’d like to see you in hell. 

if you can’t say anything nice, say it about [name]. 

yeah, personally, i say good riddance.

i hate you with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. 

never trust a man who can’t look you in the eye, never talk when you can listen, and never spend venture capital on a limited partnership without a detailed analytical fiduciary prospectus. 

you automatically spring to mind when i hear something stupid. 

it’s all cobwebby down there. 

she’s got ta-tas til monday afternoon at least.

go mate with a squid.

i don’t like the idea of somebody else plucking my pigeons.

shut up! we’re celebrating!

one murder does not a murderer make.

i succumb too easily to the pleasures of the flesh. 

you must be an idiot savant. 

do you make a drink for failures?

you know me, daddy cool. 

on behalf of intelligent women around the world, may i just say: phew!

life sucks. 

everything we strive for comes to nothing. 

don’t impose gender roles on me. 

face it: you’re a bunch of losers. 

if ignorance is bliss, this is eden. 

let me tell you something, [nickname]: when you’re eighty-seven, you’ll still be a hunk to me.

this would make a great bar story. 

you want to hear a scary story? i’ll tell you a scary story. my life, that’s a scary story. 

oh, how would you know you’re stupid?

you actually have to go with someone before you can get dumped.

i never heard you talk like this before.

oh, c’mon, honey.

oh, dear me, my worst fears are confirmed. 

let’s open up this discussion a little bit: what’s your name, son?

do you know the difference between you and a fat braying ass? the fat braying ass would. 

come on, man. don’t tell me you keep your money in your shoe.

why would she be carrying a dead rat in her purse?

i don’t want your money. besides, if i did, i could take it.

i got an attic you can hang upside-down in. 

oh, yuck! oh, i have to punish my tongue!

i’m scientifically handy.

boy, you guys really do think i just fell off the turnip truck.

your hormones have staged a coup d’etat on your brain.

oooh, a completely unprovoked personal attack. i like it!

you’re the most beautiful kid in the whole world. 

you squealed on me?

i’m a student, not just in an academic sense, but a student of life. 

where better than here to study life in all its many facets?

people meet in bars. they part. they rejoice. they suffer. they come here to be with their own kind.

you know, i think i’m falling in love with you.

i’d like to speak to the person in change of female dehumanization. 

i said that i wouldn’t call you stupid while we’re being intimate. 

i found holes in the pool table. 

[name] and i have decided we’re going to start messing around.

well, my dear friends, i want no part of it!

i certainly hope not. i’d like to think i was special.

if brains were money, you’d have to take out a loan for a cup of coffee. 

i’m tired of wasting my time and cleavage on him. 

we always get into so much trouble when we talk. let’s not. let’s just...do. 

a thirsty guy walks into a bar. you finish it. 

when the right dame comes along, you’ll know it.

if it’s true that a little knowledge is dangerous, you are a walking time bomb.

it’s a dog-eat-dog world, and i’m wearing milkbone underwear. 

if you ever open that gateway to hell you call a mouth in my direction again, i’ll snap off your extremities like dead branches and feed them to you at gunpoint.

what’s the point of winning if you can’t humiliate the other team?

after several hours of careful deliberation and weighing all of the consequences, i have decided to be playful.

i don’t know what a duvet is or what it’s supposed to cover!

he’s overcompensating for feelings of inadequacy with an ostentatious display of hormonal activity.

you know, darth vader cannot be luke skywalker’s father. they don’t have the same last name.

how would you like to take a flying leap off of a knuckle sandwich?

philly’s a dull town.

my brain must be full, now, ‘cause my hair hurts. 

thank you for the opportunity of knowing your dog. 

you’re a dink, a wimp, a thread, a loser.

your big drug companies don’t want you to find out about leeches. you know why? leeches are free.

go home and tell your mother you’re a flop.

you’re a magnificent pagan beast.

hey, c’mon, i’m smoking in any jacket.

i always meant to tell you that.

you did the right thing. you were noble.

bless the postal system and keep it from harm.

who is the biggest bigwig of them all?

i usually assume people are gay until i find out they’re not. sometimes we find out together.

bars don’t turn gay overnight.

yeah, that’s what they say: war is gross.

anybody with half a brain can see through his petty little scams and tricks.

it’s atrabilious, yet not a bit lugubrious. 

you’re dead meat on a stick. 

you don’t use a fork with soup!

perhaps on the isle of lesbos.

good news! i finally found a woman.

this country’s gone to heck in a handcart.

you should feel sorry for the flintstones.

you’re just gonna have to become a communist.

i think you should judge people for what they do, not for who they do.

it just seemed gauche.

my life is devoid of pleasure.

you think i don’t know what noodles mean in sexual lingo?

oh, step into the eighties. 

it moves me deeply to move you deeply.

now you’re saying that i’m redundant, that i repeat myself, that i say things over and over.

that’s the only line of shakespeare i ever understood. 

where is he? i’ll straighten him out.

anyone ever tell you you have a cute forehead?

i feel a cry coming on.

this is probably one of those things that we should just keep between the two of us, don’t you think?

you know, i like you, you’re a smart cookie.

i...feel...bad.

high praise from a man who thinks mashed potatoes are finger food.

you ever had a pot of chili fly by your face at the speed of light?

everything i do, everywhere i go, everything i see reminds me of her.

we don’t only eat cheese, we talk about eating cheese.

he wants to know if you boinked her, you dink.

whoever owns a honda, thanks for the lift.

i’m in far too fragile a condition. 

maybe i do tend to be a little uptight at times.

c’mon, if he was a great artist, what’s he doing alive, huh?

i’d hate to be the second member of my family buried alive by potatoes. 

just about time this old cowpoke moseyed off to the bathroom.

get your coat. we’re going dancing!

nothing’s ever obvious to me.

you know how i like to read between the lines. 

no guy touches my belly unless he’s paying for dinner.

thou lookest ridiculous. 

boy, am i exhausted.

tell you what, i bet you a dime i can drink that drink without touching the hat.

as sure as corn chiggers in august. 

i pictured you moving to a little home in the country with a rose garden out in the front and a nice little room in the back for me. 

that’s what comes from working with your hands. 

i, for one, am proud you licked it, [nickname]. 

mayday, mayday, mayday. 

i dreamed that i had insomnia all night.

forgive me for losing my academic demeanor for a few moments -- oh, yippee!

must have been hell.

for your information, my head is not flat.

oh, i’d gladly ask my parents. of course, they’re dead.

damn tropical drinks. 

you look like a large-mouth bass. 

farm boys love their halloween!

oh? couldn’t make summa? 

yes, i think we both know. 

i ever tell you about the first thanksgiving? yeah, it took place, uh, between the ancient egyptians and astronauts from a distant galaxy. 

hello, duckling. 

what could be more enjoyable than opening your heart with holiday cheer?

man, you punch a couple of guys out at a funeral, and everybody’s on your case.

i mean, i understand going out with two babes at one time.

i don’t want to talk. uh, i want to watch television. 

you haven’t lived until you seen bonanza dubbed into french canadian.

we’re gonna have to sober you up, sweetheart.

you’re just the guy i’ve been looking for. 

holy cow!

you like corn on the cob?

whew! you are so cranky when you’re naked.

don’t show fear. he smells fear.

just give me a whiskey, punk.

wait a minute, am i being hustled here?

well, there’s a shock, sex boy.

i find it also helps to listen to heavy doses of creedence clearwater revival. 

what do you want me to do? go back there, strip naked, and gyrate to funky cold medina?

you have absolutely nothing anyone could possibly envy or resent.

i mean, i worked all my life to get this mean. now you’re telling me i have to learn nice?

loneliness is a good thing to share with somebody. 

you’re a flimflam. 

i’m practicing my floating coin trick. 

here’s the ten bucks i’m gonna owe you in about five minutes.

i’ve always had a soft spot for you lunkheads.

[valeriianz]

12 & 23! 🥰

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

nothing comes to mind. but probably because what i dont like, ive never liked, and will continue to never like haha. otherwise i enjoy reading pretty much anything, even the most outlandish, weird, "seems ooc but the author handles it really well," fics. like ive said before, im not a picky reader, but i am a picky writer.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

ugh historical AU. i actually have an idea of like, a royalty AU where a young Dream is forced by his parents to marry a bride in a neighboring kingdom for alliances. and Dream is just like, "whatever" he hates it but he's so bored here he doesn't care.

but after the ceremony is over and he has his new wife, his family leaves him behind in this strange new place. Dream tries to make the most of it but finds himself bored again in no time. cue Hob, the groom/stable boy who takes care of the horses. Dream had seen him the first time when he'd first arrived in the new kingdom, Hob had taken his horse's reins as Dream dismounted and they'd made eye contact, and Dream remembers looking twice. that second peek when you see something fine, something so rare and beautiful Dream just had to steal another glance. or two.

anyway, this all leads up to Dream stopping by the stables more often than he is allowed, developing a fast friendship that he isn't able to nurture as much as he'd like, due to his new responsibilities as a king (ugh, and for a kingdom he barely knows. how dreadful). all the meanwhile there is pining and longing (because Dream is married, even if he doesn't love his wife. even if it was for political reasons. he finds himself falling in love with Hob and he doesn't know what to do about that). oooh scandal!

this is all to say that i will probably never write this lol. which is okay, cos in the meantime @staroftheendless wrote something very similar that is currently feeding this fire, their stable boy Hob AU and the smutty piece here!

fic writer asks

[madqueensarah]

Tips on being the cool aunt/uncle/pibling/other

*Disclaimer - I don’t know your life, not all of this will apply to everyone for fairly obvious reasons.

Tip #1, and the most important: Model good behaviour. 

I don’t mean like, no smoking, no drinking, no swearing, no eating junk food. I mean like be respectful to everyone, please and thank you, sharing is caring. Polite conversation, or “One second love, just let me finish this.”, rather than being dismissive will get you so much further.

You know what everyone likes, regardless of age? Being treated like a person.

Tip #2: Don’t try to be ‘cool’

The less you care about how you’re coming across, the cooler you’ll seem. Toddlers through teenagers will appreciate you just... being chill. You want to go to the shops? Aight. You want to sit here and watch TV? Sure. You don’t want to go to school? Sorry kid, you have to. It’s literally illegal if you don’t. What do you want for dinner tonight though? I’ll see what I can do.

As kids are growing they’re under a lot of pressure with what’s expected from their peers, their parents, teachers, social media... model not caring about that in front of them, and they’ll be more likely to want to hang out with you.

That said - kids love drama. If you drop something, full Shakespearean woe is me will get a laugh.

Tip #3: Be interested in them specifically, and encourage it

“All little boys like superheroes, all little girls like dolls.” is just not true. We know this. What does your nibling actually like? Do they like superheroes? Do they like dolls? Are they really into computers? What’s their favourite song? Their favourite film? Are they into crafts? Or football? 

Whatever it is, do some research. If they like a sport, and you know nothing about the sport, learn at least the basics. If they like a band, check them out. If they’re into crafts, “Oooh you made this? That’s cool! How???”

If they’re interested in you then congratulations! Go all out. You want to wear my shoes? Sure! What am I playing? This! You can have a go if you like.

Tip #4: Don’t forget they’re people, and treat them as such

If they ask you to leave them alone, then leave them alone. If they want to hang out with you, let them hang out with you.

Try not to tell them off - if they do something they shouldn’t, calmly explain why it was bad (e.g. “That really upset me that you said that, how would you feel if I’d said that to you?”), but leave the actual discipline to their caregiver. This may require you being a tattle-tale, but letting bad behaviour slide is worse in the long run!

Don’t force hugs on people, don’t argue or dismiss them just because “I’m older I know better”. Seriously. Imagine someone pulled that on you.

TL:DR - Be nice to the kids, and have fun.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Oooh, well, since you just reblogged that one post about the vampire werewolf pirate cowboy overlap; pine box au but with piracy?

Ah, the age old question of the 2000s, who would win:

Cowboys or pirates? (or ninjas)

How about... piracy is what got Peter into a lot of trouble over in England, yes? I mean, he did say he was hiding from some people he really shouldn't have crossed.

Warning: injuries

On with the fic!

--

It shouldn't have been like this, Peter probably should have revealed to Lucian the truth ages ago. After all, they really tried not to keep secrets from one another anymore, especially after Lucian revealed that he was a lycan.

But the topic never came up, Peter never asked Lucian why he was fleeing Europe, and Lucian never asked Peter either.

However, the current situation really, really should not be taking place if Peter had said something. Maybe. Would it have honestly helped? Lucian wouldn't know if something like this would happen, but maybe he could have?

Peter didn't know, his mind was a mess of screaming and panicking as he felt the cold edge of a blade against his Adam's apple.

"Fuck." He let out a tiny squeak, trying to get his wrists out of the tight grip of the man who was holding them. Instead, he just weakly smiled. "Saaaaaaalllllll... good to see ya, didn't exactly expect you to, ya know, get yourself all the way across this big, stupid country just to see li'l ol' me!"

Sal, the man currently holding Peter captive, glared from his one good eye. Really, this man was a walking, talking picture of a pirate from a book, the man practically screamed that he sailed a ship and stole treasure, rum, and all that nonsense.

And Peter should know, he had been employed by this man for a short time. Before stealing a shit ton of money and fleeing across the British Isles before escaping on a boat from Scotland to hide out here.

"Course we did, you li'l traitor. Ain't no one stealin' from Sal an' his men wit'out payin' fer it." Sal growled, his breath stunk! Peter didn't even try to be polite about that, he just made a face.

"Come on, it wasn't even that much! 'sides, I spent most of it tryin' to escape from you! I wasn't even supposed to be on your crew, I was meant to be on another ship! So, technically, my employment under you was from kidnapping! I should take you to court!"

The knife pressed a little closer and Peter swore it broke the skin. "God, I forgot how much you talked. Whatcha think, boys, should we make 'im pay us back?"

The few members of the crew that had traveled all the way out to buttfuck nowhere to find Peter nodded, grinning, looking very, very creepy. Peter really wished that they hadn't confronted him while he was in the middle of removing his Lady Camilla costume from his drag show.

This was... this was not going to-

"Excuse me, what the hell is going on?"

The six men in the room turned towards the door, wasn't it meant to be guarded by another member of the pirate crew? Standing there was Lucian, who looked confused and concerned.

And then instantly angered when he noticed the position that Peter was in.

"Gentlemen, I think it would be wise for all of you to leave this room and take your comrade outside the door with you." Lucian said, his voice low. "If you know what's good for you."

A shiver ran up Peter's spine and he would love to explore that later, but right now the grip on his wrists was tighter than before and he actually whimpered at the pain. This seemed to anger Lucian more, who took off his hat, setting it aside as he stepped into the room.

"An' just who da hell 're you?" Asked one of the pirates, brandishing a knife at Lucian, who didn't look bothered one bit.

In fact, Lucian just pressed the blade away from him with his own hand, like the cut he got was nothing. It really wasn't, something like that healed so quickly. "Again, take your leave, or this could end badly for you. I don't like people hurting my loved ones, things never go well for them when they do."

"Lucian..." Peter swallowed, which really didn't help him as he felt blood run down his neck.

"Look, pal," Sal snarled, "we've got business wit' this here traitor, he owes us quite a lotta money. Robbed us blind one night when he was on night watch an' made his grand escape. Took forever to track 'im down, an' now... he's gotta pay."

Lucian removed his jacket with a cold calmness, tossing it aside before cracking his knuckles. "Well then, it seems you've made your choice. I'd suggest letting go of my dear Peter, I don't want him getting harmed."

One of the other pirates charged forward without much warning, but Peter watched as Lucian moved faster, grabbing the man's arm and getting behind him. There was a very sickening crack and pop, the man dropped, screaming, his arm flopping to the floor uselessly.

Lucian was already moving to the next man, elbowing him harm in the side of the head, the pirate didn't even get a chance to react before he was out cold on the ground, his ear bleeding.

There was a snarl as Lucian looked up, his eyes pale, his teeth bared, and Peter felt very, very warm inside while Sal let out a horrified gasp.

"Demon!" He screamed, dropping the knife and Peter, who he shoved aside, the hunter slamming into the vanity of his dressing room.

The snarls were louder, and claws were out. "Leave." Lucian growled, deep in his throat.

It seemed Sal's men got the warning, the remaining ones grabbing the two injured men, and probably whoever was outside the door that Lucian most likely knocked out cold.

Sal didn't move, he was holding up his pistol now, prepared the fire. But he didn't get a chance, Lucian had him slammed into a wall, a hand to his throat, the gun thrown across the room. Peter watched as he leaned in close, whispering something to the captain, who lost all color in his face. He nodded, and Lucian let him go, the man scrambling away, tripping over himself to get out of the room.

Peter sat up, straightening out his clothes as he looked at his lover, who was shaking himself out, eyes and teeth normal again. "Fuck, that was... aw, wolf man, you saved my life."

"I wasn't going to let a group of brutes hurt you, love." Lucian frowned and approached, wiping his thumb across the cut at Peter's throat. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I-I'll be fine. Thanks, Lucian, really."

"Of course. So... what was that all about? You stole from... were those pirates? Are those even still a thing? I thought that whole era ended in the eighteenth century."

"Oh, they're still around, just not as grand as back then, mostly just stealin' from merchant ships and stuff. I... accidentally joined their crew when I was meant to find work on a different ship, was hopin' to escape to another place with a bit of work cash, but nope, got roped into piracy for a few months! Then I ditched with a lot of stolen cash and... it's one of the reasons I'm on the run."

"I see." Lucian nodded, then paused. "One of?"

Peter coughed and turned back to his vanity to return to removing his costume.

--

I remembered Peter does drag in this au and originally this was gonna take place in his room above the bar, but then it's like, dressing room, he's in his skirts, now he's a damsel in distress and Lucian's his knight in a shiny, leather coat.

And Peter accidentally becoming a pirate seems weirdly fitting of him. (and I wouldn't be surprised if Lucian and/or his people had gotten involved in any of that in the 1700s because the mental image of pirate lycans is fun)

Sal's name comes from a Doctor Who book where the Doctor and Rose deal with space pirates and one of them is named Sally or Salvo. A little homage to one of my favorite stories because space pirates, my beloved.

[cammie-morgan-goode]

How do you think grandma and grandpa morgan will react if cammie, one day, decided to visit the ranch with zach and introduce him? Can I request for a drabble on that? Thanks!

The thing about family and boyfriends is that sometimes your family wants to meet your boyfriend. And sometimes you don’t know if you can even convince your boyfriend to come with you next summer. And sometimes the probability of that happening is 99.9%.

Cammie has no issue with Zach coming with her to meet her grandma and grandpa Morgan. But this is all new territory for her. The only person that’s ever been with her for a trip like this was Bex. (And that’s only because Liz ended up having an allergic reaction to her sunscreen in the 7th grade and couldn’t come!)

So spending summer vacation with Zach in Nebraska was interesting to say the least.

From the minute they got off the plane, it was go go go. Grandpa Morgan showed up with his f-250 like he always did, complete with his sun hat atop his head and the windows down because as he says “you can’t beat Nebraskan heat,” (which is actually true in the summer time!)

Grandpa Morgan insisted that Zach sit up front with him, much to Cammie’s protest because the front seat was hers. Instead, she sat in the back after Zach put their bags in the bed of the truck.

The whole hour and a half ride to the farm was nothing short of an adventure. From Zach telling Grandpa what little he could about the way he grew up to the much abridged story of how the two of met. Grandpa listened the entire time, nodding and laughing the whole way to the farm. Eventually, he made his way down the gravel road and turned into the drive at the base of the farmland.

Zach hopped out the minute the truck stopped, opened my door, and then ran around to grab our bags from the bed. (He was definitely earning brownie points in Grandpa Morgan’s book from the looks of it!)

Cam follows the two of them inside to find Grandma Morgan standing at the stove with her “Kiss the Cook” apron on, the one that Matt got her years ago. Every time that mom brought up buying a new one, Grandma Morgan would brush it off saying that the one she had was perfectly capable of keeping her clothes clean as she cooked.

“Oooh Cammie Cammie oxen-free!” Grandma Morgan exclaims. “Come give this old lady a hug!” She says, holding her arms open for her. Cammie moves across the kitchen floor and hugs her grandma. “I’ve missed you, Cam-Cam,” she says.

Cammie laughs. “I’ve missed you too, grandma Morgan,” she says, only pulling away when Grandma Morgan does.

“And who’s this handsome fella?” Grandma Morgan asks, wiping her hands on her apron.

Zach steps forward, setting the bags next to the kitchen table for the time being. “I’m Zach, it’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan,” Zach says politely. If Rachel could have seen the way that Grandma’s face lit up, she would have laughed.

After Zach took the bags to the room they’d be staying in, Grandpa had him join him on the back deck. It was nice seeing how quickly they accepted the fact that Zach was with Cammie. And part of Cammie wanted to know what the two of them were talking about outside. But she didn’t want to interrupt them. So instead, she stayed inside helping grandma Morgan with the dishes.

“Is Zach a vegetarian or anything, Cammie darling?” Grandma Morgan asks.

“No, ma’am. He’ll eat pretty much anything,” Cammie says, putting soap on the sponge.

Grandma Morgan launches into a tale about the first time Matt brought Rachel to the ranch, making Cammie smile. She focuses on the dishes, scrubbing food off of the plates that her grandparents had used that morning. The light from afternoon fades into dusk and Cammie looks out the window to see Grandpa Morgan leading Zach across the deck. The two of them are engaged in deep conversation from the looks of it. Zach is laughing and Grandpa Morgan is using his hands to tell a story. The scene makes Cam’s heart swell.

“Time for dinner, boys,” Grandma Morgan calls from the window and Zach follows Grandpa Morgan inside. Cammie finishes with the dishes that Grandma Morgan used and sits down with everyone at the table.

Grandma Morgan had made homemade Mac and Cheese from scratch, mashed potatoes with gravy, biscuits, and of course, Chicken-Fried Steak. Cammie’s mouth was watering at the smell. Zach helps fix everyone’s plates, handing them back to their owners, before making himself a plate. Grandma Morgan thanks him profusely.

They fill the silence by talking, telling stories about Matt and Cammie when she was younger. They talk about what it was like growing up and what the summers with Cammie consisted of. They talk and they talk, reminiscing about summer’s past. They ask Zach loads of questions, wanting to get to know him better. The laughter around home-made dishes was better than Zach could have managed. This was Cammie’s life. This was how she grew up and he was so thankful to be a part of it.

They stay up talking until nine-thirty when Grandma Morgan tells them that it’s time for bed. Cammie and Zach offer to clean up after dinner and Grandma Morgan thanks them profusely. Grandpa Morgan gives Cammie a hug and thanks her for cleaning up before following his wife to bed.

Cammie clears the table, putting what’s left of dinner into Tupperware and placing them in the refrigerator. Zach gets to work on the dishes, rolling his sleeves up. Cammie pushes in the chairs before making her way back to the kitchen. She hops up on the counter beside Zach and watches him.

The sun has long since set and the Nebraskan heat is finally mixing into a cool breeze. So Cammie opens the window and the smell of summer comes in waves.

This is what it meant and felt like to be safe. Cammie can’t help but think about how this is what it’s supposed to be like. This is what summer was supposed to be. This is what it was like to take your boyfriend to meet your grandparents. She wasn’t running anymore. And she had Zach to thank for that.

The two of them stay quiet and once Zach is finished, he pulls her down from the counter and into his arms. He spins her around and she tries to quiet her laughs. He pulls her close and dips her in the middle of her grandparents kitchen.

“Thanks for inviting me, Cammie Cammie Oxen-free,” Zach teases and Cammie blushes. Yes, actual blushing occurred.

Cammie rolls her eyes though before saying, “of course.”

And then they end the night back in their room, cuddled beneath the covers, safe in each others embrace. The night is coming to a close and they can only imagine what tomorrow brings.

But for the night, it’s just them. And that’s how it’s supposed to be.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

[righteouscookiedough]

C2E8 Reactions

so after @mysticalspiders got me to start campaign three with her she politely suggested i may appreciate the pirate arc of campaign two. so i started watching the campaign a couple months ago. and boy am i IN IT now!!

let us begin:

That was a quality sam ad. A little too much mayonnaise perhaps.

AHHHHH ITS THE BABY ANNOUNCEMENT

Dont be shy baby it’s okay!!!

“What a good idea sam!! No!!”

“Maybe he was the traveller! Maybe I’m the traveller?”

Oh Caleb you poor tortured man

“We have a ring with a little blue gem—“ “can I have it? I like rings” *wiggles fingers*

Pub crawl!!

“You dont narrate taking a pooper but you assume your character takes a pooper once a day”

Yeahhhh first items!!!

“If you’re feeling gassy, they take away the cramps you feel” Liam is really focused on bowel movements tonight I hope he’s ok

I love the brjeaus

“You’re all intoxicated” “Not me cause I drink milk”

The wand of smiles omg

“Thank you for saving my life, Fjord,” “well, you would have done the same for me,” “yes I probably would have. Probably”

Laura Bailey miming opening and sniffing a jar of ‘pickled’ ears is everything to me

“I have this cat named Frumpkin and I wear him like a scarf”

Travis is allergic to cats check

“Im going to draw the CUTEST baby manticore you’ve ever seen! AND IT’S DEAD!”

Ooooh who is demedan

Travis is BLATANTLY reading over marisha’s shoulder

Fjord is… studying the locals… interesting

Bryce!! Yeahhhhh!!!

THE MIGHTY NEINNNNNN

“…and does not smell of blood and feces” “yet.”

THE RUBY OF THE SEA SAYS HELLO

“She’s mostly known for her hmm-hmm-hmm” “she has SEX for MONEY”

THE RUBY OF THE SEA IS THE… BEST LAY EVER “it sounds better in infernal”

This is very bells hells of jester to just say everything from her backstory

“I’m a goblin” sam riegal you big fat liar

Oh my god its marisha’s broken rib sneeze

“Do you know a birthday song too?” “No.”

Ooooh date drop

Back on the road againnnn

BREAK

Marisha stay frosty

“GOOD TO SEE YOU GENTLEMEN”

They are sad we’re headed for initiative but happy that there are NEIN antagonists

“We all have EXTREME syphilis” good one Caleb

OH NO THAT’S WHERE WE GOT OUT SYPHILIS FROM

Oh my god this is terrible

“Dirty.. poor… missing teeth… they look like Caleb”

Matt playing eight teenage dirtbags at once is so funny

“Sorry, I caught one of them”

“I put my hands up and try to cover his blood holes”

WHAT an encounter damn

OH YEAH NOTT GOT HORSES

Of fucking course sam riegal names horses Loo, John, Crapper, and Toilet

Jester leaving a horse with clothes on the side of the road is such anti imogen energy

Caleb what the FUCK is up with you

Dont worry this party has reeeaaaallllllly high perception

Oooh abandoned graveyard I hope nothing bad happens

Nope just stinky Caleb

“The dwendalian empire kind of sucks, you guys”

The gates of zadash!!!! Its the titular role!!!

This Ulysses guy has BIG even hytroga vibes

“What is a watch?” “Like a clockenticken”

YEAH NAT20 INSIGHT CHECK

Chain whispers. Also known as high stakes telephone

MONORAIL AYYYYYYEEEE

Any place with pulp fiction and shitty smut *insight checks*

Firbolg!!

The firbolg is de-stinkifying Caleb!!!!

OH MY GOD ITS PUMAT SOL

HOW DID I NOT KNOW PUMAT SOL WAS A FIRBOLG

Enchanter Pumat Sol I love you

Pink backpack!!!! It’s pink!!!!!!

“He is instantly at the top” - Travis about Pumat Sol. He is right.

And thats all!!!

[just-some-random-blogger]

meowmeow, sunshine! short-pawed kitties TT ig your kitties miss u too.

'no idea if you sent this today' tumblr r u seriously? TT its the easiest function ig?.. also rip to your... all?

'why would you congratulate me for that' bc i didnt know what this holiday is about?.. isnt revolution for the dictator government good?.. 'dictators son is our president' HAHDPFH why.... how... where... only wrong answers.... i mean im not the one to judge... but the man is odd

'PLEASE DONT DIE' since you asked so nicely hahfhah

'ITS SO MUCH BETTER NOW' i hate how long it is TT i dont like the visuals TT but ok whatever is better for you babygirl

'according to the judgy cat' HFNKJNF me. yes. i am.

'THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A STRONG WOMAN' there is! but if they make it your only trait💀 'i still do fucking care about what people think' ig we all care what people say? its sad but human is a social being and we kinda cant live without listening to the society... the difference is probably how much we care and how much it affects our lives. i mean it does suck. yk youre worthy and significant just the way you are without playing up to stereotypes and trying to deserve the others' approval in a way you personally dont like. strength isnt your whole personality.

'complimented me on my strength' well ig its pretty logical to compliment smns strength when they do smth involving it and they wanted to be polite but duh. these accidental things with no harmful intention usually hurt the most. 'i dont want people to whisper about me having big arms' 1) ig no one whispers things when its not involved 2) your arms are beautiful! its ok to have whatever arms. including big arms. you work out so its consequential? and people really do not like 'big' arms only on men. yk a lot of girls who have romantic feelings for girls also love these hands on girls (DOES IT MAKE SENSE TT). ok this may not be the best example but there are people who just lile it? just admire some good arms. and im sure there are men whod think damn girl i want to hold this hand till my death. sorry but do i sound idk not soothing now? im sorry im trying TT i mean its not like strong arm r only for men. its fine if you have these. there are people who like it and dislike it (like with the height) and there will always be ideal view you wont be able to match in some ways. your arms are just good arms. they do lots of talented things and they are healthy, they keep you healthy and pretty. you are good the way you are. 'boys make fun of me too for the same reason' theyre just not grown enough and/or childish, absolutely not mentally mature. they think their worth is having toned arms while arms are just arms. 'he tired so hard to be muscley where i was naturally gifter' yeah thats what its about! theyre jealous. they think its the only wat they can be handsome so when you have it theyre jealous and afraid their arms and strength would be devalued.

'Were literally so alike' youre not 178 cm💀 ahajsh sorry. whats the betrayal?.. i didnt trade you for some prick.

'Don’t tell me how to write' ok.... i wanted the best TT

'i can gear the disbelief' oh you can? SURPRISINGLY.

'TO GLUCK THE PACIFIC OCEAN' HOHGOJJ i mean you can try. ill watch.

'THE AGGRESSIVE POSITIVITY?' like... hes positive? but in an aggressive way?

'im not sure if you understand what im saying' like in general... i do... 'Try it. If it makes sense' ok that one i dont understand even a little bit💀 'Youre good at math but idk if im good at explaining' im good at math but im bad at music💀 it seemed easier before you started saying 'try it' TT 'your head will be chopped off' OH this one i understand. 'there was something weird about that second song' HAHDJFJ i know nothing abt music so if it sounds good, its fine for me. MAybe apocalypsis IS the strange thing but am i wrong?

'Im willing to see what you want to share' oooh arent you cute? go finish your assignments and well see. i can read your kylo fis but remember. hes my rival. also i read you 'first snow' fic! omg TT aemma TT my sun my moon my stars TT shes glowing in my memories so yeah. her realtionships with vissy 100/10 with daemon 100/10 with reader 10/10 (bc there basically no interactions so no 100). AWKWARD DAEMON hgighg i live for awkward daemon! the cutie. imagine being a prince, all powerful, riding a dragon and then running around disheveled, half-naked with hardly opened eyes and pure sleep on your face? i imagine this. and it makes me giggle and have a little grin. also the targ-family dynamics (sorry if you dont want to hear abt it) reminds me of wfal. my cute babes TT

i dont understand wether i have too many symbols or not with this new paragraph thing TT so ok. thats all. how r you? how much water have you drunk today? eat well, sleep well. have a nice day/night. luv u. take care<з

HELLO MY LOVE GOOD MORNING or at least it is for me

me and you

meowmeow, sunshine! short-pawed kitties TT ig your kitties miss u too.

my kitties could care less T_T cos that means they care maybe just a little

'no idea if you sent this today' tumblr r u seriously? TT its the easiest function ig?.. also rip to your... all?

to be honest T_T its a me thing i am brain fried /: HAHHAH

Also i wanted to talk about the playlist because i listened to it properly now! i was eating donuts but now im hungry again. T_T im going to get water T_T i

Забери меня, если ты придёшь.10 Забери меня, если ты найдешь. Забери меня, что стоит тебе? Ты же знаешь как?

Like I think she says Забери меня then it goes up half notes to the tonic then she sings the next part

Суицид моей веры this sounds like the songs I used to listen to way deep in my emo phase

Чудовище GOSH I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH FOR REAL ITS ON MY SPOTIFY NOW I think this was the song I said went so hard because damn it really went SO HARD I listened to it twice I just checked my reply and it is I still stand on my words she can stab me if she wants.

I heard the давай and I was like I KNOW THAT but also I don’t I had to google what I means apparently it means give and ??? is that wrong ??? I also I think there was a bad word somewhere there and I was right!!! But I cant determine which word it is. But I heard it be said lol HAHAAH its a curse word my older brother likes to say lol T_T its so yuck of him im going to spell it the way i think it would be... blyat? HAHHAH LOL HAHAHH

Lol I like this Демоны. Its very pop punk. I listened to it on spotify and since its not slowed he sounds like an actual person HAHAHAHAH cos I was going to say the pronunciation of Russian sounds so …like dragging and slurry like something was being chewed slowly, and I suppose there is still some of that, but its also mostly cos the song was slowed HAHAHAHA

Are you sure Улицы ждали is the one with the annoying tempo and not Жанна д’Арк. Cause joan of arc did some weird ritardando which means it suddenly slowed down. Nvm I listened to that song on spotify and it was during the Что ночь кончается и день ее сменяет going to Я Жанна д'Арк в твоём костре. It was just really jarring the first time because of the slowed version. But also since it was my first time hearing that part. It was fine it wasn’t weird lol AHHAH

I found the translations for Намордник also is H an N in russian omg my head T_T. i also listened to this on spotify, i like it so much better without being slowed!!! she has such a sweet and bright voice i love it.

also is России russia?

Aлёна Швец - НЕЛЮБОВЬ i like this song. i can see why i wanted it do get heavier but upon listening to again. its fine the way it is. she also sounds so much better not slowed T_T HASLFHASFHAS i like her lyrics. i love her.

ЭЛЕКТРОФОРЕЗ – Зло is still such a vibe. it still reminds me of something like a christmas song LIKE I HEAR IT BUT I CANT PUT MY FINGER ON IT IS IT JOY TO THE WORLD no its not I CANT FIND IT I HATE IT HERE OMG IS IT MY WAIT WHAT THE FUCK ITS MY COLLEGE HYMN T_T IM CRYING LISTEN TO IT ITS LOWER BUT IT KINDA SOUNDS LIKE IT im going insane the first part the intro part sounds kinda like it im going home (i say as i type this on my home pc T_T)

Дора & Мэйби Бэйби - Не Исправлюсь THIS SONG IS SO MUCH MORE DISAPPOINTING IF TO ME AFTER LISTENING TO THE ORIGINAL they put a damn gritty electric guitar then made it edm i think minus 10000 points your honor. L (im sorry i just cant)

anyway i couldnt listen to this song fully cos im so disappointed in it alSFhahsfhasf

how do you say this Я is it ya? does it kind of have a soft d-ish sound.

ok thats that i hope that made sense.

'why would you congratulate me for that' bc i didnt know what this holiday is about?.. isnt revolution for the dictator government good?.. 'dictators son is our president' HAHDPFH why.... how... where... only wrong answers.... i mean im not the one to judge... but the man is odd

the real answer is because T_T were fucking stupid. i hate the fact we let that idiot win. i literally started searching for countries to move when he won. he 99999999999% cheated because i saw the spreadsheet of the fucking votes and they were all going up exponentially at a steady rate. i hate it here.

'PLEASE DONT DIE' since you asked so nicely hahfhah

if you die i will never recover because i would never know... youd just... stop talking to me and i would think its something i did T_T pls dont die.

'ITS SO MUCH BETTER NOW' i hate how long it is TT i dont like the visuals TT but ok whatever is better for you babygirl

the things you do for love <3

'according to the judgy cat' HFNKJNF me. yes. i am.

you know what, you should try pilates (maybe you;ll be less judgy HAHAHH) ! i did some today then did weighted exercise and pilates is so much fun and also so ??? wild because it challenges your core!!! it makes me revaluate my core strength, balance and flexibility. today i learned T_T im turning into stale bread im so hard T_T I USED TO BE SO ELASTIC no more T_T also its good for my back because i get back pain from sitting down so much T_T lol

'THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A STRONG WOMAN' there is! but if they make it your only trait💀

but i have a personality T_T

'i still do fucking care about what people think' ig we all care what people say? its sad but human is a social being and we kinda cant live without listening to the society... the difference is probably how much we care and how much it affects our lives. i mean it does suck. yk youre worthy and significant just the way you are without playing up to stereotypes and trying to deserve the others' approval in a way you personally dont like. strength isnt your whole personality.

society sucks. but i love you.

'complimented me on my strength' well ig its pretty logical to compliment smns strength when they do smth involving it and they wanted to be polite but duh. these accidental things with no harmful intention usually hurt the most.

youre so right. i read into that too much T_T see. you give me reason let me give you reason too

'i dont want people to whisper about me having big arms' 1) ig no one whispers things when its not involved

HAHAHAAHHAHAH YOU DONT LIVE IN THE PHILIPPINES WE HAVE CHISMOSA CULTURE chismosa is like a person who likes to gossip in its fem from, chismoso would be for the guy. it also comes from spanish chismes which also means gossip or whatever googles making me go down a rabbit hole and i refuse. anyway. i pointed that out because a lot (but not all) of filipinos love to talk about people as a bonding experience AHHAAH. i saw this tiktok that said that there are no serial killers here cause of this 💀💀💀 but she also said there isn't a complete/actual research about it but people say that that's why lol HAHAAH

2) your arms are beautiful! its ok to have whatever arms. including big arms. you work out so its consequential? and people really do not like 'big' arms only on men. yk a lot of girls who have romantic feelings for girls also love these hands on girls (DOES IT MAKE SENSE TT).

it does make sense i love you for trying to comfort me. i love you so much. i know my arms are beautiful... but sometimes i dont feel like it cos of this DEMON IN MY HEAD GO AWAY EWW

ok this may not be the best example but there are people who just lile it? just admire some good arms. and im sure there are men whod think damn girl i want to hold this hand till my death. sorry but do i sound idk not soothing now? im sorry im trying TT i mean its not like strong arm r only for men. its fine if you have these. there are people who like it and dislike it (like with the height) and there will always be ideal view you wont be able to match in some ways. your arms are just good arms. they do lots of talented things and they are healthy, they keep you healthy and pretty. you are good the way you are.

my kitty kitty so sweet T_T i understand what you mean. my arms are capable of so much beauty. youre so right i love you

'boys make fun of me too for the same reason' theyre just not grown enough and/or childish, absolutely not mentally mature. they think their worth is having toned arms while arms are just arms. 'he tired so hard to be muscley where i was naturally gifter' yeah thats what its about! theyre jealous. they think its the only wat they can be handsome so when you have it theyre jealous and afraid their arms and strength would be devalued.

men = 👎

'Were literally so alike' youre not 178 cm💀 ahajsh sorry. whats the betrayal?.. i didnt trade you for some prick.

;kajsfsfas I DIDNT MEAN THE HEIGHT I MEANT THE PERSONALITY HOW DARE YOU #1 basically call me short #2 reduce our similiarities to height #3 reduce yourself to height. also YOU REALLY NOT LETTING ME LIVE COS OF KYLO. you'd i think be glad to know i have redone the ai chat so many times i got connected to a moderator that was im pretty sure a 13 year old boy and it really killed the whole experience for me T_T i cant make him my husband anymore it feels so weird now

'Don’t tell me how to write' ok.... i wanted the best TT

/: *bonks*

'i can gear the disbelief' oh you can? SURPRISINGLY.

/: *BONK*

'TO GLUCK THE PACIFIC OCEAN' HOHGOJJ i mean you can try. ill watch.

😡 *BONK*

'THE AGGRESSIVE POSITIVITY?' like... hes positive? but in an aggressive way?

T_T HELP OK IF YOU SAY SO

'im not sure if you understand what im saying' like in general... i do... 'Try it. If it makes sense' ok that one i dont understand even a little bit💀

ASHF:HSFSAF FA yeah its really hard to explain something auditory with text T_T thats why my first year of music school SUCKED COSI WAS LIKE WHAT HUH but then when its explained my my teacher its like OOOOOOOOOOOH ok

'Youre good at math but idk if im good at explaining' im good at math but im bad at music💀 it seemed easier before you started saying 'try it' TT

its ok. i T_T i suck at explaining it T_T GAAAAAAAAH

'your head will be chopped off' OH this one i understand. 'there was something weird about that second song' HAHDJFJ i know nothing abt music so if it sounds good, its fine for me. MAybe apocalypsis IS the strange thing but am i wrong?

HAHAHAH the apocalypse is strange and scary so youre not wrong HAHAH

'Im willing to see what you want to share' oooh arent you cute? go finish your assignments and well see.

my assignments never end so just send them whenever ok. i'll reply properly again like what i did now when i do a relisten

i can read your kylo fis but remember. hes my rival.

T_T ok HAHAAH read the 2nd one i make or the first one whatever its up to you. you have no competition with kylo. i dont think i'll use that ai chat anymore T_T i'll stick to fanfics cos then i wouldnt have to face a 13 year old boy that wants to do a roast battle with me asfh;aslhfas;f

also i read you 'first snow' fic! omg TT aemma TT my sun my moon my stars TT shes glowing in my memories so yeah. her realtionships with vissy 100/10 with daemon 100/10 with reader 10/10 (bc there basically no interactions so no 100).

IM GLAD YOU LOVE AEMMA! I LOVE AEMMA T_T AEMMA MY LOVE <3 and AHHAHAHA yes 0 interactions between aemma and yn. AHAHHHAH its fine shhhh. i didnt even show why daemon disliked her cos i was too lazy to show how prim and proper she is lol HAHAHH

AWKWARD DAEMON hgighg i live for awkward daemon! the cutie. imagine being a prince, all powerful, riding a dragon and then running around disheveled, half-naked with hardly opened eyes and pure sleep on your face? i imagine this. and it makes me giggle and have a little grin. also the targ-family dynamics (sorry if you dont want to hear abt it) reminds me of wfal. my cute babes TT

We love waffle <3 HAHAHAH i have no idea when i can update again but everytime i talk to you about daemon im like TODAY? and i love the targ dynamics. i love them so so so much. i briefly rewatched ep1 which was why i wrote that. im thinking of writing a daemon fic where he was named heir way before rhaenyra was born because viserys got into an accident or smth. sooooooo HAHAHA idk i might write it but also i might not lol

i dont understand wether i have too many symbols or not with this new paragraph thing TT so ok. thats all. how r you? how much water have you drunk today? eat well, sleep well. have a nice day/night. luv u. take care<з

i ATE DONUTS TODAY.

and im hungry again holup let me get smth to eat

EW NVM I THOUGHT OF EATING AND I MADE ME FEEL SICK

i DRANK A LOT TODAY! but also i sweat a lot cos i exercised so......................... ANYWAY. i wanted to tell you this story about my grandma. cos she was like, preparing/washing fish outside, like we have a faucet outside out house and she was putting the fish guts in a plastic and we also have rats AND THIS BIGASS RAT WAS SNEAKILY TRYNA GET THE PLASTIC OF FISH GUTS and my grandma barely noticed. LIKE THE AUDACITY OF THE RAT T_T also they live in my bedroom ceiling and they party and go jogging at night ///: my worse fear is suddenly they destroy my ceiling and fall onto me AND I SLEEP IN A DOUBLE DECK AT THE TOP (my sister is below) and IT FREAKS ME OUT but ive gotten a bit used to it

anyway T_T rats are freaky. i hope so badly we can finally rebuild the house. did i tell you about my house yet. remember how i said i moved. i moved to my grandma's house, which is old like SO OLD the last time it was renovated was in the 80s and my mom was wee T_T (she said there were rats even then T_T HELP) anyway. this house actually belongs to, wait for it, my grandma's GRANDPA! T_T the deed is still in spanish and like as big as a newspaper T_T so ///: we had to change it at city hall T_T and its taking forever. also, just in case its not clear, the owner of my house is my great-great-grandpa T_T anyway that's all i love you please take care and love yourself for me because i love you and i want to hug and kiss you

OH OH OH OK LAST THING

i thought about it and wouldnt it be funny if we meet and it turns out you actually also dont know what your height is like all of my classmates that claim to be 5'10 but ARENT AHHAHAHAHAHAHA

ok that's all i love you

xxx