#sorry that these are so late tristan

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ARE YOU SEEING THIS

I DID SEE IT!!!

BUT DID YOU SEE THAT??

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Evening the Score, page 380

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What were your first Gilmore Girls reactions that you look back on now and wouldn't agree with anymore?

Wowwww wow wow this has been sitting in my inbox for absolutely forever IM SO SORRY.

I’m finally getting to it now and frankly, the biggest one that comes to mind is that:

Tristan wasn’t too bad.

Yeah, I absolutely reject that now on my rewatch. Since day 1, he’s constantly harassed Rory and treated her like some special prize to be won than an actual person. As well as giving her such a rude nickname. Not to mention picking fights with Dean at the Chilton dance??? Then the way he behaved at her birthday party??? It was just.. ew. So yeah, at the moment, that’s my biggest change. 😅

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man I'm honestly really sad how bad of a friend I've been since covid. I really shut off and didn't figure out how to turn back on really.

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I'm gonna head off I think I have an early shift tomorrow ;u;/

[graysnetwork]

i was watching Gilmore girls at the beginning of the year i think and then i suddenly got the urge to watch again, so i'm finally on the last episode of season 2. Im completely in love with Tristan but at the moment i'm loving jess (i also searched up jess edits on tiktok and i've spoiled things for myself so i will be debating on skipping that one scene)

Also Ik this is not the best but I hope u guys like it

Warnings— none

Summary— Jess is turning into a great student and Luke not lorelai can think of a reason he’s become an amazing kid all of a sudden.

The library

Two full weeks, two full weeks had gone by now and no calls from the school had been made to Luke's phone. This was more concerning than actually getting calls from the school. And another notable thing was that Jess started leaving every day at the same time 6:30 and he'd come back home at 9:30 or even earlier.

Luke was getting suspicious but he didn't exactly know how to bring it up since it was very possible he was cheating on his tests, maybe copying off some one else for work. So he decided he'd mention it another day, and every time that decided day came by he'd put it off again, and again.

the two of them were in the diner, it was surprisingly very quiet, there was only one person which was also surprising and then the person walked out. Jess started cleaning up the table before checking his watch.

6:15

He dropped the towel and rushed upstairs, he came back down with a backpack, had he been hiding that thing?

"where are you goin?" Luke asked, finally looking up from the counter “somewhere.” “what do you have in there?” “some things” he shrugged and opened the door, before he could even get one foot out the door he could hear Luke’s heavy steps get closer to him, he turned around again.

“What do you have in there” Luke said again, “why do you wanna know, it’s nothing important” Jess rolled his eyes and checked his watch again.

6:20

“I’ve never even seen you come outside with a backpack, and I need to know if you’re stealing things again” Luke gave him an annoyed stare, Jess unzipped the the bag and showed the books in his backpacks.

“Oh” Luke muttered, and looked over to the side “happy? Cause I need to get going” he zipped the bag up again. “where have you been going?” Luke sighed, it was time he got the truth.

“why do you wanna know?” Jess rolled his eyes again, “because I gotta know these things” another sigh came out of Luke, and Jess mumbled something. It took a good few minutes to get him to admit.

“I’m goin to the library”

He said it quietly but at least it was coherent.

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“You’re late” you smiled as Jess sat down in front of you, “I know, I’m sorry, Luke wouldn’t let me go until I told him where I was going and what I was bringing” he smiled back at you and took out his books. “well, you’re here now, that’s what matters to me, now what’s today? math?” You smiled again and the two of you started opening your books.

“Today is math day” jess nodded and started reading your math notes.

———

“Jess, in the library? Is he meeting behind it and doing something?” Lorelai drank her coffee, “I didn’t think about that” Luke said as he gave her a doughnut.

The moment very quickly ended when Jess came in and quickly went upstairs without saying a word, Luke and Lorelai could hear the thud from Jess’s backpack hitting the floor.

Jess came back down and grabbed a doughnut; pink icing. Very weird to the two adults in the diner. Unknowing to them the only reason he grabbed it was because you swore that the pink icing on the doughnuts taste different.

———

“So anything new and interesting happening?” You asked as you and Jess walked around after studying, it was the quickest you’ve ever studied but that was because it was English, all jess had to do was read and write some answers.

“no, but, if you call getting a new shipments for the diner interesting, than yes, there something new happening” he smiled at you, “sounds very interesting” you smiled back at him.

“what about you?” Jess turned to you again “what about me? Nothing” you shrugged “cmon there’s gotta be something that’s happened so far this week” Jess said, “there’s nothing, nothings happened, and im 100 percent sure nothings gonna happen” you smiled again at him.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled “how about I give you something to look forward to then since you’re free” Jess’s brows perked up, “really? how?” your hand reached up and grabbed his that was on your shoulder.

“how bout you, me, and chinese food, and we can do it on, Friday? You said your parents are leaving on Friday right?” He smiled as you two got closer to Luke’s diner.

“yeah, my parents are going on Friday.. that sounds like a plan” you smiled “it’s a date” he smiled. “Cmon I’ll walk you home” he walked past the diner “thanks Jess” you wrapped your arm around his waist as the two of you continued you way down the street.

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“Did I see that right?” Lorelai’s eyes were wide and her brows were furrowed, “wow” Luke said, it was the only thing that could be uttered at the moment as they had just seen; You and Jess walking together.

“That must be why he’s going to the library so much! y/n’s always at the library!” Her mouth hung open in shock, it was silent for a few moments “y’know what, this is good” like said as he nodded while drinking his coffee.

“This is good?” She looked at him confused, “yes, he’s doing good in school, and it seems like he really likes y/n, as long as he isn’t hurting her, or doing bad things than I’m happy about this” Luke smiled “I guess this is good..” Lorelai smiled back at him.

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✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL) ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hey yall, i'm back! i hope everyone enjoys! also i tagged everyone who seemed interested, i'm sorry for the VERY late update. i'm back, mwahhh. also planning a nate archibald series, who'd be interested? lmk! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | @colbybrocks @weepingwitchofthewest @shady-writtingtalk @zulpix-blog @wheelerslover @dogmom600 @damnhati @remussbitch @yourmumstoyboy2-blog @1-800-starkindustrie

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"

Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"

His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.

Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.

Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"

Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."

Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."

Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."

Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."

Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."

"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.

You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.

You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.

"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.

"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."

You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."

Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."

"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."

You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.

As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.

Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.

With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.

"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.

"I told you earlier, we have a date."

You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."

Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."

You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.

Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.

Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.

You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."

Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"

You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."

Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."

"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."

"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.

You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.

"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.

You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.

As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.

As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."

The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."

Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."

"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.

"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"

You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"

You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.

"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."

"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."

You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.

"Well I'm not apologizing-"

"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."

And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.

Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Can you pls write vampire!frankie smut. I want him to drink reader's blood while he fucks her, but the rest is up to you 🩷

Sorry this took so long my love <3 But here it is!!

Thank you @wannab-urs for beta-ing!!

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog that writes porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Vampire sex, Vampire bites, Unprotected PiV (sort of), deception, vampire vibes, oral F receiving, biting, vampire bites. Let me kow if I missed anything! [Ao3]

[part two here!]

Hurt so Good - Reader x Vampire!Frankie.

You sit at your favourite booth, sitting so you face the door. Your nerves spiking every time the door opens. You play with the gaudy, expensive engagement ring on your finger as a way to distract yourself. But you can’t stop thinking about what you’re about to do. Tristan is late, as always, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s even coming at all.

You almost regret putting on the low-cut maroon dress that shows your body off in a was that is almost depraved. But the looks you’re getting from some of the other patrons give you a rush like nothing you’ve ever felt from Tristan. You play with the stem of your glass, your favourite cocktail long gone, but you can’t bring yourself to get another drink.

The door opens and your head perks up, but it’s not him. The well-built stranger is the polar opposite of Tristan, broad shoulders, dark curly hair, dressed in a flannel and jeans, a navy baseball cap tight on his head. His facial hair is patchy and starting to grey in places. You can’t help but stare as he takes a seat at the bar, you practically drool as you watch the flannel stretch across his back as he hails the bartender.

“Earth to space cadet, you there?” Tristan snaps his fingers at you as he speaks, pulling you out of your ogling and you look up to see his cocky grin plastered on his thin lips. His mousey hair gelled back, his hazel eyes cold and mocking as he waves his hand in front of your face.

“Oh hi, sorry I was just lost in thought,” You say with a shrug before realising you had nothing to apologise for, “You’re late.” You snap, remembering why you’re here.

“Sorry I got caught up at the-,” Tristan starts his usual line, and you grit your teeth, anger coursing through you at the same old excuses.

“At the office, yeah, yeah, the same old bullshit.” You snap, your tone sharper and voice louder than you’d intended. So loud in fact that the handsome stranger at the bar turns in your direction. His gaze lands on you and you make eye contact for a brief second and your heart flutters at the way he winks at you, his plush lips pulled up into a knowing smirk, making his cheek dimple deliciously.

“What the fuck babe? I provide for you and this is the thanks I get?” He snarls, his cocky demeanour replaced by the cold cruelty that you’ve only recently allowed yourself to describe it as.

“Provide for me? By stopping me chasing my dreams, keeping me at home so I can cook and clean for you for what? You to sexually harass your co-workers?” You blurt, wincing as you play your hand a little too early.

“Jesus Christ is this about that slut Jessica in the Boston office? Bitch came on to me. Fucking hell, I thought we were over this crap!”

“I spoke with Jessica, and Alice, and they both told me how you basically forced them to suck your dick, you should be charged with sexual assault you sick fuck.” Your temper is building, and you try to keep your tone of voice even but the look Tristan is giving you makes you snap.

“All this time you’ve been rejecting me, making me feel like I’m a whore just for wanting you, and you go and pull this shit?” You slam your hand down on the table, rage consuming you as the piece of shit sitting before you has the audacity to call one of the many victims of his sexual advances a slut.

“Stop it, you’re making a scene, let’s go home and talk about this.” You see the sweat beading on his forehead, his brow creasing as he looks around at the many faces now turned to look at him. But one face in the crowd is looking elsewhere.

The handsome stranger in that absurd baseball cap at the bar is giving you a look you could only describe as awe. His dark brown eyes glimmer in the low light and you feel heat rise up onto your cheeks as you watch them dip lower to your cleavage.

“I’m not going back to that house Tristan. I’m here to say we’re over, and my lawyer is going to be in touch, that prenup you got me to sign? You should have checked my amendments more thoroughly.” You say, leaning back on the bench, Tristan’s face is a picture, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with something to say.

“Bitch.” Is all he manages as he storms out of the bar, phone to his ear as he slams the door on the way out. There’s a pregnant pause in the bar before people return to their evenings. You breathe a sigh of relief as you drop your head into your hands, your elbows resting against the table as you let out a small laugh.

The sound of heavy boots approaching makes you look up, your breath hitches in your throat as you see the handsome man from the bar, two beers in his one hand, thick fingers curled around the necks of the bottles.

Fuck, he’s even more handsome up close.

“Thought you might like a beer after that.” He says with a soft, rumbling voice that makes your heart flutter.

“Bold of you to buy me a drink.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him as he winces at your words.

“It’s the least you deserve for putting a predator like him in his place.”

“Shit you heard that?”

“Mhmm, I think the whole bar did.”

“Fuck.” You groan as you motion for him to sit with one hand, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger of the other as you exhale heavily.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself sunshine, I think the whole bar would have cheered if you’d thrown a drink at him.”

“Too bad I drank it all, and sunshine? Really?” You scoff as you take a sip of beer, you don’t owe this man a thing, but a free drink is a free drink.

“Thought it fit, stunning but dangerous.”

God he’s smooth.

You hate admitting it but you would let this man take you home and show you a good time, even if it was just to rinse the proverbial taste of Tristan out of your mouth.

“Alright, I’ll bite, to whom do I owe the pleasure of sharing such a middling European lager with?” You raise your bottle in toast.

“I’m Francisco,” He says with a smirk, clinking his bottle against yours, “But my friends call me Frankie.”

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It’s barely an hour later and you’re pressed against his door, tongues colliding messily as you tangle your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. His one hand holds you by the hip, pinning you to the door as the other cradles the back of your neck.

His lips are soft, plush, as they pull at your own. His moustache brushes against your skin, sending crackles of sensation racing through you. You’ve never been one for one-night stands but you’re willing to make an exception for the smooth-talking man with his hard dick pressed firmly against your thigh.

“Fuck,” Frankie grunts as he drops his head to your shoulder, his strong nose pressing against your pulse point as he inhales aggressively against your skin, “Smell so good sunshine, like honey and cream, can’t wait to taste you.” He growls as he licks a heavy stripe up the column of your neck, latching his lips onto your earlobe as he hitches your legs around his hips, walking you further into his apartment.

You shudder at his words and whine at the hungry growl that fills your ear as you steal glances around his apartment, clean, sparsely decorated, but it feels lived in. Before you can take in any more of his home, you’re in his bedroom. His large frame cages you in as he lies you down against the pillows.

“Shit, I’m sorry we were going to get a drink and talk,” He pants as he hovers over you, reining in some modicum of his desire as he kneels between your legs, one of his large hands coming up to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face, “You’re just intoxicating mi Sol.” He purrs as he shudders over you.

“We can talk over breakfast.”

You pull his cap off his head, incredulous that it's stayed on so long, and fling it off the bed before threading your fingertips through his hair. You ruffle the tight waves and Frankie groans as you scrape your fingernails along his scalp.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Frankie murmurs as he teases you, letting his body sink down into you, his eyes glisten as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. You chase his mouth, but he pulls away, leaning back to pull off his flannel shirt. Soft tan skin, littered with scars, taut with muscle but undeniably soft make you keen. Your hips buck under him and he chuckles softly.

“Such a needy baby.”

“You’re telling me this isn’t needy?” You cock your head to the side as you palm his erection through his jeans and he rolls his hips forward with a groan.

“You got me there.” He glances down at you, his eyes suddenly flash with something deeper, more hostile than desire, as he cups your cheek. But it’s gone before you can truly register it. He dips his head down to your neck, sucking and licking your skin softly as he moves down your body.

“Let’s get these clothes off, yeah? Need to see you.”

It takes no time at all for you to strip each other of your clothes. Before you know it, you’re bare below him. His thick cock is erect as he kneels between your legs and it’s glorious. He pumps himself slowly as he lets his eyes wander over your naked body.

Fuck he’s gorgeous.

You think as you admire his sizeable dick, not too big, just right. Your mouth waters as you watch him pull his foreskin back, exposing his weeping, thick tip.

“So beautiful, like the sun herself.” He mutters under his breath as he lowers himself on the bed, nestling his broad shoulders between your pliable thighs. His lips drag up your thigh, seemingly savouring every inch of your skin. The tension in your core is almost painful as he licks and sucks your tender flesh. He pauses over a spot on your inner thigh and groans as he nips at the flesh.

“Fuck!” You cry out at the sensation, it burns like he cut you with something sharp. Then it fades into a warm, pleasant buzz and you forget all about the pain, mewling as his hot, wet mouth meets your glistening folds.

“Sorry that was a little hard, I’ll be more careful.”

You barely register his words as his tongue teases at your folds, causing your hips to cant up, chasing his tongue once more. This time he doesn’t pull away, he presses his strong nose against your clit and inhales, groaning loudly as his tongue breaches your entrance. The strong muscle teases at your entrance as his nose pressures your tight bundle of nerves.

“Absolutely delicious.” He groans as he moves up to your clit as he latches his lips around it, pressing languid strokes of his tongue against the swollen nub and you cry out another sharp scratch burns around your clit. You’re too blissed out to question it and you buck up unto his mouth.

“Mi Sol, you make it far too hard to show restraint.” Frankie growls as you look down at him, his eyes are almost black, and you roll your head back just a second too early. Frankie grins up at you, mouth bloody and fangs out before he takes your clit between his lips. You’re so wet, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking horny.

“Frankie, need your fingers.” You whine, desperation thick in your voice as you feel the tightening in your core as you clench around nothing.

“Anything for you to keep making those sweet little noises.”

He breaches your wet heat with two fingers, sinking into you with ease. You’ve never been this wet, it drives you so close to the edge, the way his fingers fill you snugly as he laps wildly at your clit. You marvel at the fact that this may even be better than sex with your ex-girlfriend, something about the way Frankie devours you is beyond belief.

“Come for me, spill your nectar into my mouth.”

You come hard around his fingers. The strange choice of words somehow spurring your orgasm into an explosion of curled toes, quivering thighs, and strangled, wordless moans as you feel pleasure rip through you like a wild animal. Your blood sings in your veins, pleasure throbs through your arteries, like your heart is full of an aphrodisiac and with every pump you’re driven higher into oblivion.

“Good, such a good girl.” Frankie wheezes as he wipes his hand on the back of his mouth, wiping away any evidence of his affliction from his lips as he repositions over you, his thick tip notched at your entrance as you quiver through aftershocks.

“Frankie,” You groan, holding his face in your hands as your vision sharpens, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can think about his him. His patchy facial hair glistens and he smiles at you as he presses into you.

That’s when you see them, his fangs. They hang from his mouth like curved pearlescent daggers. Your eyes flick down to where you had felt the scratch on your thigh in panic. Your eyes bulge in terror as you notice the blood on your legs, a firm hand clamps down on your mouth before you can scream. He bears his weight down on you as he pulls his tip out of you. You don’t know if you’re relieved or pained at the loss of sensation.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to see that.” He growls as he spreads your legs with his own, hooking under your knees with his feet, spreading you out. You feel arousal course through you when you know, logically, you should be terrified. One of his large hands pins your wrists above your head. You’re truly at his mercy.

“If I remove my hand, will you promise not to scream?” His voice is shaky and you almost think you hear fear in his tone. You nod slowly, playing nice with the monster above you. Scenarios are running through your mind, at best he was a vampire, at worst he’s a cannibal and you’re truly fucked.

“What the fuck Frankie? Is that even your real name?”

He huffs as he rubs his eyes with his free hand, swiping it down his face in a very human manner. You give him no quarter, glaring up at him with as much fire you can muster. You’re horny, terrified, and it pays to mention twice, so, so horny.

“Like I said, my name is Francisco, and my friends call me Frankie.”

“Ok, Francisco,” You snap and you feel him shudder as you say his full name, “What the fuck is going on here?”

“As you’ve probably already guessed, I’m a vampire, and I was going to bite you, again.”

You’re surprised, and somewhat comforted by his honesty, but you raise your eyebrows at him. He hesitates before continuing and you suck in a deep breath, making it very clear you’re about to scream louder than when he made you come.

“Alright, alright,” Frankie snaps as he leans back onto his heels, completely disentangling himself from you, “What do you want to know?”

You pause for a moment, dramatically placing a finger to your lips as you pretend to think of a question. Frankie looks more and more desperate with every passing second and something about that emboldens you.

“So, you bit me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I going to turn into a vampire now?”

“No.”

“Were you going to kill me?”

“No, never!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

That hits a nerve, Frankie’s eyes dart away from you and you watch as he runs his hand through his sweaty locks and sighs. He exhales, though you wonder if that was more a habit than a need to empty his lungs.

“You’d have either laughed me off, or run for the hills. I wanted to spend a night with you, no killing or turning involved.” He says, dropping his gaze to focus on his hands.

“Francisco,” You laugh, the sound makes him snap his head up to look at you, hurt in his eyes, “You realise most people my age grew up with a vampire kink right?”

You think if he could blush, his face would be rosy as he realises the truth in your words.

“Those fucking Twilight books!” He exclaims with disbelief written across his face.

“I mean, I was more about The Southern Vampire Mysteries. But whatever floats your boat I guess?”

You smile up at the bashful vampire and despite everything, you kind of like him. He seems to visibly relax, slumping back onto his ass, his legs either side of you as you move up onto your knees.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I’m usually so much better at this, but you’re just so,” He pauses as his pupils dilate and his body shudders, “Irresistible.”

“Fine. I’ve got one more question.”

Frankie just nods, and you try to focus on his face, and not the painfully hard dick bobbing between you as he moves his head.

“When you bit me, it felt good, why?” You scrunch your face up in an uncertain grimace as if you’re weird for feeling good about being bitten.

“Ah yes, that’s a survival mechanism so that our, uh, prey, don’t panic, it’s sterilising too.”

“So, your spit is an antibacterial aphrodisiac?”

“More or less, same can be said for other, uh, secretions.”

Once more you would wager that if Frankie could blush he would be beet red right now. Instead, he squirms under your gaze, and you decide to throw caution to the wind.

“Francisco,” You purr as you crawl onto his lap, draping your arms around his neck as you hover over his dick, “If you promise not to kill me, I’d be delighted to fuck you.”

“You sure? I won’t be offended if you want to leave or stake me.”

“I think,” You purr as you dip your head down to his jaw, rubbing your nose along his patchy facial hair, “We’d both rather if it were you impaling me.”

That seems to be enough to convince Frankie, you feel yourself lurch back on the bed and with inhuman speed Frankie notches himself at your core as your head hits the pillows. His mouth is on yours, begging for entry as his tongue traces the seam of your lips.

You tilt your hips up with a groan, he presses his tongue languidly against yours as you dig your nails into his shoulders. He whimpers at the pain and drives his thick, sizeable cock inside you, balls slapping against your ass as he snarls into your mouth.

You’re so full, his length just right to press into your g-spot but mercifully not so large he can reach your cervix. You think you might actually die if he could, considering the pace he’s set and how hard he’s driving into you. You drop one hand to your clit; you can already feel you’re close and you’re desperate to chase the next one before Frankie comes.

“Fuck, mi Sol knows what she wants,” Frankie groans as he pulls back to watch where your bodies connect, where your fingers are rolling tight circles over your sensitive nub, “Look so hot touching yourself while I fuck your tight little pussy.

“Feel so good Frankie, like it hard and fast, your cock’s fucking perfect.” You respond as you reach up with your free hand to tug at the curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes snap up to meet yours and his fangs glisten as he pants hard.

“Bite me Frankie.” You whine as you feel the twist in your gut as your orgasm builds. You turn your neck to the side before he can protest and you hear the animalistic grunt as he buries himself deep inside you before dropping his head to your neck.

“Need you to tell me to stop if I go for too long mi Sol,” His speech is slurred as he noses along the column of your neck, lips catching and dragging delightfully over your pulse point. You shudder and mewl as you feel the hot drag of his tongue on your skin, “Promise me.”

“I promise, Frankie, I’m going to-.”

You don’t finish your sentence, the sharp stab of Frankie’s fangs melds with the return to a blinding pace as he fucks you with abandon. You come hard as you press firmly against your clit, rubbing hard as you feel the euphoric bliss flood through you. Your neck blossoms with heat, flames licking through your veins as Frankie feeds from you.

There’s a blunt pain, like a deep bruise but it’s engulfed by the soothing effect of his salvia and the white hot pleasure pulsing through your cunt. You cry out and wail at the different pleasures coursing through you. It’s like they meet somewhere in the middle and your mind goes blank, white-hot streaks blurring your vision as you come completely undone.

“Fuck me harder Frankie, nggh, harder, fuckmefuckmefuckme!” Your words come unbidden from your mouth as you feel his groan vibrate through your very bones. Frankie pulls away, eyes blown wide with desire as your blood trickles out of the corner of his mouth.

“So fucking sweet, knew you’d taste good, but this?” He thumbs the blood from his skin, holding it up in the low light of the bedroom, “This is divine, I don’t think I can live without it now mi Sol.”

“Then don’t.” You whine, snatching his wrist with a weak hand, but he doesn’t fight you as you bring his thumb to your lips. You suck the combination of his saliva and your blood off his thumb and groan as the coppery taste hits you. Followed quickly by a warm, numbing sensation that coats your tongue. You suck gently on Frankie’s digit as the aphrodisiac effect ignites a burst of pleasure in your core.

“You want to be mine, truly mine?” Frankie growls as his thrusts become harder, more erratic as he cups your face with one large hand, the other pinning you to the bed by your hip. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your thigh and you squirm under him, pleasure making you feel light-headed.

“Please.”

“Good, because I’m never letting you go mi Sol, you’re mine, forever.” He grunts as he thrusts into you twice more, then he stills, panting and grunting as he spills inside you again and again. There’s so much cum you feel it leaking out of you the moment he starts to soften.

He pulls out completely, moving down to spit on your pussy and you whine and shudder at the way it slides down your folds, mingling with the blood, spit and your combined release. His fingers gather it all up and with one digit he slowly plugs you up, keeping everything inside as he places hot, wet kisses to your inner thighs.

“Frankie what are you-?”

“Trust me, mi Sol, you want me to do this, otherwise you’re not going to walk straight for a few days.” He mutters softly against your skin, kissing your tender flesh with such soft devotion you feel heat rising in your cheeks.

“So, this is vampire aftercare huh?” You wheeze as you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as Frankie dotes on you in the most bizarre but delightful way.

“Mhm,” His eyes are closes as he moves his mouth lower, inhaling deeply as he gets close to your stuffed pussy, “Gotta look after my girl, if you’re still into that idea, that is?”

“Frankie, we just fucked in fucking missionary and it was the best sex of my life. As long as you don’t turn out to be a Scientologist, I’m willing to give this a shot.” You tease as you sit up a little more, running your hair through his soft, sweaty curls.

“So, Scientology is a no-go, but vampire is a-okay?” He asks with a teasing grin on his face that makes your chest flutter.

“What can I say, I’m a freak for freaks, but draw the line at anything endorsed by Tom Cruise.”

Frankie laughs, a deep, throaty noise that makes you clench around the finger still seated deep inside you.

“We’re going to get on just fine mi Sol, but any time you want to leave, I will not stop you. I’ve lived too long to know that trapping you would end in misery. I want this to be as, uh, normal, as possible.”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before ruining my pussy for every other human being out there now I’ve had vampire dick.”

“That fucking mouth,” Frankie purrs as his pupils dilate, “Going to have to see what other dirty things you can say and do.”

“Bring it on Francisco.” You goad him as you bite down on your lip and wink up at him. He has you pinned back against the bed before you can react. His lips brush against yours gently as you feel his hardening dick press against your stomach.

“The night is young, and I’m just getting started mi Sol.”

Your lips clash hungrily, and you smile to yourself as you get lost in each other’s bodies once more.

Who would have thought a breakup would feel so good?

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𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒕2

Pairing: Mason Thames x Fem!Reader

Type: Angst and Fluff

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Alex being a d*ck, ch3ating, cussing, bl00d, crying, Maddy being a sweetheart

| Mason Thames Masterlist | Here is PT 1

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𝒀/𝒏'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗

I looked at myself in the mirror as I smiled at my reflection. I finally was confident in the way I looked and you could tell my mental health was better, I had moved on from Mason and I have never felt more better than I do right now.

"You ready, baby?" My boyfriend, Alex, asked as he walked into our shared bedroom

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said, he pulled me in a gave me a rough kiss

He pulled away and smiled down at me, he got a notification on his phone so he pulled it out and checked it, I watched as his cheeks flushed red.

"Who is it?" I asked, he looked up at me and quickly put his phone in his pocket

"Nobody important, sweets," He smiled as he grabbed my hand and we left the house

I and Alex had been invited to one of Maddy's events, of course, I would go, as she's my bestfriend. Alex didn't want to go but I told him he had to go since I needed a date for this, he then agreed with a very loud groan, one thing Alex didn't like was to be seen out in public with me but I just ignored it.

Alex placed his hand on my thigh as he started up the car, he looked over at me and smiled before looking back at the road and driving off.

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

We arrived at the large Dolby Theatre and watched as Many celebrities walked along the carpet getting their pictures taken, Alex grabbed my hand and walked me up the stairs and into the theater, he let go of my hand and stepped aside when someone tried snapping a picture of us together, I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"Y/N OVER HERE!" I heard the paparazzi scream, I smiled as I walked onto the carpet and started posing for all of them

I felt a hand wrap around my waist and pull me in, I looked up to see Maddy, she smiled at me before turning back to the paparazzi and smiling at them.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She said as she pulled me into a tight hug

"Aw, anything for you Mads, you're my girl," I smiled as I hugged her even tighter

She laced her hand with mine as we walked to a huge dining area with food being served by waiters, she dragged me to a table where I saw all our friends talking and laughing, I looked around for Alex but didn't see him anywhere, I sighed as I sat down in the middle of Maddy and Miguel.

"Hey, Y/n!" Miguel smiled as he hugged me

"Hey, Mikey!" I said hugging him back

"So where is your boyfriend, I thought he came with you?" Tristan asked

"He's around here somewhere," I said, looking around for him

"He'll show up soon," Maddy smiled as she patted my leg

"Hey guys sorry we're late, Stella couldn't find her ring," I sighed already knowing who it was, Mason smiled as he pulled out a chair for an unhappy-looking Stella, she rolled her eyes as she sat down, Mason pushed her chair in and then sat down beside her as he put an arm over her shoulder

"It's all good dude," Tristan said as he dabbed up Mason

"Are sure Alex is still here, like he didn't have an important meeting he had to get to or something?" Miguel asked as he looked at me with sympathetic eyes

"He would have told me, he wouldn't have just left, right?" I said, I pulled out my phone and opened Alexes contact in my phone

I listened to it ring a couple of times before it went to voicemail, I called again and it didn't even ring it just went straight to voice mail, I then texted him asking where he was and that he needed to hurry and get here since everyone was asking about him, It was so embarrassing for me.

"Did he text back?" Maddy whispered so the others wouldn't hear

I shook my head looking down, she smiled as she rubbed my back, and she quickly changed the topic so I wouldn't focus on my boyfriend's whereabouts, but I couldn't stop checking my phone every thirty seconds or looking around for him, why was he stressing me tonight?

"I'll be back," Stella said, as she got up and walked off, Mason quickly got up and followed after her

"You wanna go look for Alex?" Maddy asked I nodded, and she got up and grabbed my hand as we left to look for my missing boyfriend.

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

We had searched everywhere for Alex and had no luck finding him, I was starting to think Miguel was right, Maybe Alex really did leave and just not tell me, I mean he didn't even want to come in the first place, but why was he not picking up my calls, or answering my texts, maybe he's mad at me for making him come, but he didn't seem mad or upset when we left?

"Where the hell is he, he isn't answering me!?" I said, I was starting to get angry

"We should split up, maybe we'll find him faster that way," She said, I nodded my head

"I'll have the guys check all the boy's bathrooms and I'll check some other places," She said as she walked away

I sighed as I continued to search for him, I spotted one of my friends who knew Alex very well, he was the whole reason me and Alex met each other.

I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to look at me and he smiled, "Y/n It's good to see you!" He said as he pulled me into a hug

"It's good to see you too Jacob, Have you by chance seen Alex walking around here," I asked, he looked around before looking back at me

"I did see him earlier, I tried to say what's up but he just gave me a look and rushed out of here, he looked like he was in a hurry," He stated, taking a sip out of his drink

I sighed and quickly put on a smile, "Thank you, Jacob, I'll see you later," I said walking away

This is not how I planned to spend my night, I wanted to celebrate with my bestfriends but now I'm stuck searching for my grown-ass boyfriend, and what made it even worse was all my other friends were helping me look for him, I just want them to have fun and not worry about anything.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and texted our group chat to see if anyone had heard or seen anything.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Y/n: Any luck?

Maddy: No I've looked everywhere

Brady: Me and Tristan looked in all the guy's bathrooms and haven't seen him anywhere

Tristan: Miguel went to go find Mason so he could help look

Y/n: Why Mason?

Miguel: GUYS TO THE FRONT NOW MASON IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ALEX

Y/n: WHAT??

I quickly ran to the front and saw Maddy running and the guys followed behind her, we heard screaming and yelling coming from outside, and I couldn't see over the huge crowd that was formed in a circle, I heard grunting and cussing.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I heard Mason yell

I tried my best to get through everybody but they just kept pushing me away so they could see.

"SHE DIDN'T LOVE YOU ANYWAY BITCH!" Alex shouted as I heard a loud slap echo

I felt somebody grab my hand and pull me into the crowd of people, soon I was in the middle and watched as Mason threw a punch to Alex's face, I looked to see Miguel beside me who was still holding my arm so nothing would happen to me.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT ALEX!?" Mason shouted, what did he mean?

"For fun," Alex smirked

"You cheated on her, WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!" Mason shouted, he grabbed Alex by the collar and drug him to the ground, Alex tried pushing him off but Mason sent a punch to his face

I watched as Mason knelt over Alex's bloody body and Alex smirked up at him again.

"How could you cheat on her?" Mason asked, Alex rolled his eyes and Mason slapped him across the face

"HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON HER!" He shouted, I furrowed my brows as I tried walking over to them but Miguel's grip on my arm tightened, he looked at me with that same look of sympathy and shook his head

"I don't love her, I was just using her while I was in town," Alex mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear, including me

"What?" I asked, everyone's heads snapped toward me

Stella looked like she was about to cry as she held the promise ring Mason gave her in the palm of her hand, and Alex had a look of terror on his face, Mason just looked at me and I could see the tears swelling up in his eyes.

"You cheated on me, you used me!?" I shouted not wanting to believe him

"Y/n, I'm sorry," Alex said, Mason looked down at him and punched him again, and again, and again, Alex wasn't moving anymore and I watched as he got carried off by guards

"Y/n let-" Miguel tried saying before I ran off through the crowd

I felt the hot tears stream down my face as I tried to find somewhere to go, There were people everywhere I went, and they all turned to look at me when I passed them, I quickly found a door that said 'fire escape' I promptly opened it and was immediately met with cold air, I stepped out and sat on the bench behind the big theater.

I let out a sob as I tried to find a reason why Alex would cheat on me, I did everything I could to keep him in my life and I was so happy with him, he would always smile around me and would never yell at me or make rude remarks, I never had a reason to be suspicious of him.

I should have known it was all too good to be true, everything, the gifts he would send me every day, the random money he would cash app me while he was at work or on a business trip, the kisses, the hugs, and the love, it was all fake I guess.

I kicked off my heels and sat them beside me, I brought my feet up to my chest as I continued to cry, I felt water drip on my head, I looked up and felt another water droplet hit my face, then all of a sudden rain started pouring down from the night sky, I let out another loud cry as I put my face in my hands, as if my night couldn't get any shitter.

"Y/n?" I heard someone say, I looked over to see Mason walking down the ally as he looked around for me, I just stayed quiet hoping he would go away, he was the last person I wanted to see at this moment

He looked in front of him and then his eyes snapped toward me, his eyes softened as he made eye contact with me, he walked toward me with his hands in his pockets, his hair and clothes were wet from the pouring rain, I cursed at myself for the way my cheeks heated up.

He sat beside me but left a little space between us which I mentally thanked him for, it was silent for a few minutes, the only thing being heard was the rain, passing traffic, the music from inside, and the sound of people as they passed by the theater.

Mason cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes as I looked off in the distance.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," He croaked, I couldn't tell if it was from the cold weather or if he was about to cry

"I know you really liked Alex-" He tried saying before I cut him off

"-Loved, I loved him, Mason," I said, god it felt so weird saying his name after not saying it for years

"I understand, and I'm sorry you had to find out this way," He whispered, I felt his hand land on my thigh but I quickly moved my leg and glared at him

"Don't touch me," I seethed, he lifted his hands and backed up on the bench a little

"Are you still upset about what happened?" He asked, I looked at him as if he had three heads

"Am I upset!? Of course, I'm fucking upset Mason, My boyfriend of nine months just cheated on me!?" I shouted

"With Stella of all fucking people!" I said, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" He shouted back

"Stella wasn't the sharpest tool in the toolbox Mason, even you know that!" I said, rolling my eyes again

"That's my girlfriend Y/n!" He said, standing up and facing me

I scoffed and chuckled bitterly, "Oh, so she's still your girlfriend after she cheated on you not once but- I don't even know how many times, with MY BOYFRIEND!" I shouted as I stood up and got in his face

"You're not the only one who's hurting Y/n," He said, as he looked up and let out a sigh

I looked down and nodded my head, "You're right, I'm sorry," I said, taking a deep breath

It all fell silent again as we stood in front of each other, I wanted nothing more than to just hug him, even in a friendly way, I just wanted to feel his warm embrace once more.

"I felt like an idiot that day, Y/n," He said, I looked up at him to see him looking back at me

"What do you mean?" I asked, he laughed before looking back at me

"The day I kissed you, I liked it- No, I loved it, but I was scared, but now I-" He paused and looked me in my eyes, he gently grabbed the side of my face and glanced at my lips, I furrowed my brows as I flinched a little

"What are you doing?" I asked

"Something I've been wanting to do for a long time," He said as he pulled me

Our lips crashed together and it felt like a million fireworks being set off in the bottom of my stomach, his hands moved from my face to my waist gripping it as the kiss got more heated, he pushed me up against the cold brick wall as his lips traveled from my lips to my neck, leaving small kisses on my jaw, I sighed as my hands tangled in his wet hair.

All my feelings for him started bubbling to the surface and I couldn't help but remember what he said that day. "It was just a heat of the moment thing, I'm sorry," My breath stopped in my throat as my whole body tensed up, was he just leading me on again, was this another heat-of-the-moment thing?

"Mason?" I breathed out, he pulled away from my neck, his eyes low and full of lust

"What's wrong?" He asked, worry in his eyes once he saw how upset I looked

"Is this just another heat of the moment thing?" I asked, hoping it wasn't

"What? Oh my god- No no no, I like you- I mean I love you, a lot," He said, as he grabbed my face gently with both his hands

"I want to be with you, Y/n, till our hair is grey and I'm suffering from back problems," He said causing me to giggle and roll my eyes

"I love you, Y/n." He said, turning more serious

I looked up at him and smiled, this was it, I finally got to look into his eyes, kiss his lips, hold his hand, and laugh with him.

"I love you too, Mason," I said as I pulled him into another passionate kiss

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I have a Flynn request! There definitely aren’t enough out there for our crescent city males. Lol reader is out with friends at a bar and really drunk. She gets separated from her friends and some guy is really creeping her out and won’t leave her alone. She texts/calls Flynn to come get her.

My First Call

Tristan Flynn x reader

A/n: I HAVE FINALY FINISHED CC3 and Flynn absolutely deserves love bc it seems like he’s the only single Pringle left I volunteer as tribute

Warnings: drunk reader, aggressive behavior (not the frat pack), and not proof read sorry

Wobbling through the club on numb limbs you were jostled by the crowd of swaying bodies. Your mouth was dry but you were craving another fruity-vodka cocktail. As you made your way back to the table your friends were currently inhabiting this evening you tripped a little.

Only two of them were left. The other three having bailed earlier thanks to their work schedules. Who even makes their employees come in on a Friday for a holiday weekend? A crime honestly.

A male had joined the table, too busy flirting with Marcy to notice your presence. Taylor, your other friend, had noticed you cautiously walking back. “Hey,” she says enthusiastically with a small giggle at your drunken demeanor. You giggle back, falling into her arms.

“I want another drink.” Your words coming out as one long sound. Taylor just laughed in response. “I think you need to go home.” You groan at the blonde before remembering your bestest friends are waiting at home. The guys were probably still up. Either playing video games or having a house party in honor of the long weekend.

“Ok. Marcy! Come on.” Taylor commanded. Marcy gave the male one last kiss on the cheek with a look that promised she’d call him. She never called though. She just liked attention and free drinks. What pretty girl doesn’t though?

Letting out a sigh you move from Taylor’s protective grasp. Turning your back on your friends you start to move toward the exit. At least what you think is the exit. The crowd is definitely thinning out. Pushing open a door with peeling paint and rusty hinges you find yourself in a dimly lit alley. At either end is a bustling main street of Lunathion.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Looking from side to side you can’t remember which end of the alley the club entrance would be. “Fuck.” You say a little louder.

Letting out a sigh you start walking to the left, hoping to find your friends. Coming out on the sidewalk you notice a fancy restaurant and a closed cafe. Some business entrances, a bank, then the fanciest hotel in the city. The warm lights of the Regent of Lunathion looked so inviting. Plus they have comfy armchairs to wait in.

You start heading down the street in the direction of the regent. Now that you’re out in the chilly night air and not in the dark, crowded club consuming alcohol your body starts to ache. You hug your arms to your chest, cursing yourself for not bringing a sweater. Your chunky platform heels start to feel heavy with every step you take. The blisters starting to form on the back of your ankles and toes have you stepping gingerly.

Heavy footsteps quickly approach that have you tensing. Hoping it’s just someone on a late night run that will pass you. You move over slightly to not just be in the middle of the sidewalk. Runners in this city get pissy about that.

But it’s not a runner. No, something worse. A male in dark jeans and hoodie falls into pace beside you. “Hey,” he starts, “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ wanderin’ the city alone?” You roll your eyes, not caring about the consequences. You wouldn’t have been able to hold the annoyed expression back anyway. “I’m not. I’m with my friends.”

The male looked around the almost empty street. “Really? Because I don’t see them.” “Yup.” You reply dryly. Urd, can’t males take a hint these days? “I’m meeting them.” A lie you were sure he saw through but didn’t care. You would say anything to get him away from you. “Well what bar are you going to? I know a short cut,” he says seductively, trying to grab for your arm.

You move quicker than the both of you expect. The situation sobering you up. You looked at him with bewildered eyes. “No!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Passersby staring for a moment before looking away and walking a little faster. Cowards.

Before the male can say anything you book it down the rest of the way to the Regent. The doorman, an elderly human man, gives you a curious look. Your words stick to the tip of your tongue. Not knowing how to form your plea for help as the alcohol still rushes through your system.

You look back down the street. The male looking pissed as he storms up to you. The doorman notices, an angry look now on his kind face. “Head inside miss. And please make yourself at home until your ride is here.” You rush past him with a grateful look. Pulling out your phone, ignoring the texts from your friends, you immediately go to Flynn’s contact and pressing the call button.

he answers in one ring. “Hey sweetheart,” his smooth voice relaxing you as you sink into the plush armchair. “Flynn, can you come get me. I’m a little lost.” From his sharp inhale you could tell he was trying to hide his laugh. “I’m already on my way. Taylor called me five minutes ago.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Wait, how do you know where I am?” “I have your location, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

Urd you love that smile. So suave but genuine. “Only for you,” he’d say with a wink that always made you blush like crazy. It was no secret you have a crush on the lordling. And Ruhn would argue that Flynn had a bigger one on you. Why neither of you had made a move yet was beyond everyone.

The male walked past the window of the lobby staring daggers at you. Your eyes went wide as you remembered why you were in the hotel lobby. “Can you hurry? There was a guy following me and I just wanna go home.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

Flynn gripped the steering wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m one minute away.” He stepped on the gas, just barely making the light before it turned red. He kept talking to you as he flew down the street. Telling you everything he saw before pulling up to the Regent.

Throwing the car in park, Flynn throws his door open. Passing the doorman he nodded at Flynn with a small smile. “She’s to the left.” “Thank you.”

Seeing you curled up in the chair clutching your phone like it was a life line made hims heart clench. You looked like a lost child. Flynn knelt in front of you taking your hand in his. “Hey sweetheart,” he coos, “ready to go?” It took you a moment to realize who was in front of you. Once it clicked you smiled widely at Flynn.

“Hey,” you drawl. Your exhaustion catching up with you. Flynn smiled back you. Overjoyed to see you unharmed. “Yeah let’s get outta here.” He stands to help you up but you just give Flynn a pout and doe eyes. “Will you carry me? My shoes hurt.” “Of course.”

He knelt back down to unbuckle your ridiculous shoes, holding them in one hand while scooping you to his chest with his other arm. Letting out a deep sigh you lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, snuggling into his neck.

Flynn’s heart soared. He held you tighter, basking in your warmth and scent. Though he could smell the alcohol, that strawberry and honey scent he loves so much is still prominent to him. “I got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Gently placing you in the passenger seat and bucking you in Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. You were safe. Climbing in the car himself he quickly sends a text to Taylor letting her know you’re fine. The drive home seemed long but he didn’t care. Anything to spend time with you.

Your hand grasps his resting on the gear shift. You look at him, your lids heavy. Finally pulling up to the house Flynn looks down at you. “Thank you for getting me. My knight in shining armor.” Flynn blushes as he squeezes your hand. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’ll always come get you. No matter where you are, sweetheart.” You give him a tired smile before your eyes fully close.

Carrying you inside, Flynn tucks you in making sure to take out your hair clips. He even takes your makeup off, gently scrubbing at your face. Just as he sets a glass of water down and a tonic for your headache in the morning, you stir slightly. Flynn froze as he saw you squinting at him. “Will you stay? Please?” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart.” You turn to face the side of the bed Flynn makes himself comfortable. He sits on top of the covers, leaning against the propped up pillows. Once he sits you instantly fall back to sleep knowing your safe.

[autumnscribbles]

friends | b.s

Summary: Y/n and Brad get into a fight, leading Brad to find support from his best friends and band mates.

Word count: 900 ish, a bit on the short side!!

a/n: hello friends!!! back with another brad imagine😎 i’ve been back into the groove lately (sort of) and i’m happy to have another imagine out! feel free to check out my recent conrad fisher one too!! anyway love y’all hope you like it❤️

Boop

“I-I think you should go,” you whispered, the now silent room chilled you. You stared at him, across the room, his eyebrows slightly frowning as he gazed at you.

“Y/n,” he sighed. “It’s fine we just need to sleep and we’ll be alright in the morning.”

“Brad I really don’t want to this time,” you replied. “I think maybe you should stay with one of the boys tonight and we can talk in the morning, okay?”

“If that’s really what you want,” he answered, nodding his head.

He didn’t want to go, it was the last thing he wanted. He ached at the idea of walking out that door. He knew it was what you needed, but he couldn’t shake the fear that you would never let him back in.

The back of his throat stung as he held back his words, wanting to beg you. He knew there was no point. When you made up your mind, you stuck to it. If you needed space, you were going to get it.

“Okay,” he choked out finally. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, a slight curve to the corners of his mouth. It comforted him in a way, knowing you wanted him back.

She just needs space. He told himself. That was all. It wasn’t over, it couldn’t be.

He walked out to his car, the sound of his feet on the pavement echoing in the late night air. The world felt still, asleep. He almost laughed at the irony. Everything being so calm while he felt destroyed.

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat behind the wheel, pulling his phone out as he decided what to text the boys.

Hey lads. Need a place to stay tonight if any of you are available. I’ll explain later x

The rest of the boys answered almost immediately, offering up their places to Brad.

Let’s all meet at Cons! Tristan texted.

Brad nodded to himself, thankfully Connor was the closest to his and your flat. The faster he could get there, the better. He drove in silence, nothing but the hum of the wheels to distract his mind.

He got to Connor’s, seeing everyone else had already arrived as well. Brad couldn’t help but feel a tenderness for his best friends in that moment.

He walked in, knowing Connor’s door would be open, and was greeted by the concerned looks of his friends. They didn’t bombard him with questions, but the questions were swirling in their minds. Tristan passed Brad a glass of red wine, giving him a friendly wink as he raised his own glass.

“We figured you’d need a drink,” he laughed.

“Definitely can’t hurt,” Brad chuckled, taking a small sip as they went to go sit down.

He sat on the couch, letting his tense muscles relax briefly as he leaned back. He shut his eyes, trying to find a way to tell the boys what happened. They all waited patiently, not pushing him.

He loved that about them. Even if he didn’t want to talk about something, they were there for him. Whether he needed to rant or just sit in comfortable silence, they never let him down.

“Y/n and I got into this huge fight,” he finally said. “She asked me to leave for the night. Said she wanted space. I don’t know if that means she’s gonna end things or not.”

“I’m sorry mate,” James muttered, placing a gentle hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Is it a fight you can come back from?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I said some really horrible things, I wish I could take it all back. She probably doesn’t want me anymore.”

“You and Y/n are meant for each other,” Connor added. “I’ve never seen two people more meant for each other probably. We all know her, I don’t think she’d give up on you that easy.”

“You should have seen the way she looked at me when she told me to leave,” Brad said, the back of his throat stinging with the tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know how to forgive myself.”

“Mate we’ve all made mistakes, we’ve all gotten into bad fights with girlfriends,” James comforted. “You guys can and will get through this. I know she loves you, and she probably just wanted to sleep on it, let things cool off.”

“Maybe,” Brad shrugged. “Thanks guys.”

“We’re here for you,” Tris smiled. “I agree with James, I think you guys will work it out once you’re both fresh tomorrow.”

“I really hope so,” Brad sighed. “I can’t lose her.”

“Y/n is a smart girl,” Connor added. “She wouldn’t let you go that easily.”

The boys drank wine and chatted what felt like all night, until eventually their eyes became heavy. Connor set up the guest bedroom for Brad before turning in for the night.

Brad lay on the bed, emptiness lingering beside him. He wished he was in bed with you, where he was supposed to be. He went over everything the boys said; how you were meant to be, how she wouldn’t leave you this way, that she needed space.

He hoped they were right. Even if they weren’t, they still comforted him and made him feel like there was hope.

Hope that he’d walk through that door tomorrow, and you’d be standing there with open arms.

Sometimes all you needed to see it, were your friends.

[victoriadallonfan]

Apologies for the long analysis!

I think Victoria and Taylor share an interesting character in hating people who serve as projections of themselves

For example, here’s Taylor describing the Merchants:

- Worm 10.2

Remove the Merchant label, and you basically described not only Taylor, but her entire team of Undersiders.

Taylor latched onto the only group that would take her (in her mind), Regent is an addict (for emotions), Rachel is a vagrant, and the entire team are thugs, looters, scavengers, and thieves. Like, it was only an arc ago that Taylor had attacked a PRT supply truck to steal from it, and then the PRT HQ itself. Coil has been supplying drugs to the city to pay for the Undersiders, and both of them mooch off of the US government to “rule” Brockton Bay (which is why they panicked at the idea of the Government closing down the city and paying off the residents).

This goes on even after: Taylor hates the Merchants for kidnapping people for their pleasure and thinks being trapped in one’s body is a fate worse than death… which are things Regent does and she *supports* him (by this point he not only had Sophia but a half dozen other victims as well), and later what she does as Khepri.

Taylor (though some may argue otherwise), never reaches the mass depravity and sadism of the Merchants personally, but she has more in common with them than she wants to admit and would make allowances that line up with them (and hates them because of those similarities).

And then we have Victoria:

- Ward 13.3

Victoria last arc had killed a lot of people. She unloaded an assault rifle into mercenaries, she crushed an entire squad with a cave in, and at this point believed that she had killed Etna in self-defense. We later learn that as GG she had night terrors about people dying, showing that this is a deep seated root of fear, possibly stemming from her Aunt’s murder.

Victoria didn’t do drugs*, but she was an addict: she craved Amy’s love/attention to the point that, to paraphrase her own words, she felt like an animal. How it consumed her life and made her thoughts spiral, even when she tried to learn coping mechanisms to handle the cravings. *There might be some connected shame to her needing to take medication to handle her night terrors as we learn in arc 16.

Victoria didn’t really care about money per se, but it was an important argument she had with Tristan, talking about how she used to watch Carol stay up late at night, trying to handle bills and stressing out about them (probably because Carol was supporting two families by herself good lord). She focuses a LOT on paying back the local residents when street fights get nasty and damages property (:insertmemehere:), or making villains pay for it. And while not necessarily monetary, there is the fact that she craves recognition and - in her own words - hates being ignored. She does want fame and the good that comes with it.

I think a point of diversion is how they handle this being pointed out to them. Well, not necessarily these moments above (though Vic does admit she fails her own benchmark and Taylor almost has an epiphany when Piggot is telling her all the details), but similarity moments.

Taylor:

- Worm 21.2

Victoria:

- Ward 18.9

(Sorry for the large images)

We see that Taylor and Victoria both try to deflect and counter argue when their behaviors are called out (TT noting that she’s not thinking straight and not acknowledging the reality of the situation; Sveta and Natalie both pointing out that Victoria is acting more and more desperate and reckless in each fight and maybe pushing that on others).

And then a key difference happens:

Taylor - in a mirror to her conflicts with Danny - leaves. She doesn’t have a counterpoint to make, so she doesn’t, and just leaves to stew on her anger. It’s not like she could gag TT like she did Piggot after all; the only winning move was to not play. Or change the rules so that she would have the advantage (or gun to the head, as TT so aptly puts it later on as Khepri goes into full swing).

Victoria admits defeat. She treated the argument as, well, an argument and conceded her loss when she found that she had no proper rebuttal. Even though she disagreed (and heavily at that; even trying to forget that she had judged Switch Hitter for breaking down for a bit) she couldn’t find the words to do so, thus she lost. Which later plays out into her deciding to trust others to handle defeating Fortuna (and awakening them) instead of herself.

What do y’all think? Am I just spewing nonsense? If not, any other points that you think where they have similar character flaws but different ways of handling them?

[artificial-transmutations]

ChadGPT

Tristan really could not stand his roommate. Chad. Even the name. It was fitting for a ruthless jock like him.

Tristan liked Chad best, when he was out partying, which thankfully happened a lot. That meant a Chad-free evening for Tristan, which meant he could read and learn in peace for a change. Unfortunately, that peace usually ended rather abruptly when Chad came home late at night or early in the morning. Sometimes he brought buddies of his along, the same run-of-the-mill jock type who probably couldn't even write down their names without errors. Together, they were usually that noisy drinking and laughing that Tristan would wake up multiple times the night. But those were the good nights.

Other nights, Chad brought home one or two women. Always the same type, blond, big-busted and blockheaded. Tristan had no idea if it was the same girl every time, but he suspected it were different women - although he wasn't sure where all those similar women came from. Regardless of that, all of them had one thing in common: They were *loud*.

Tristan usually woke up from their high pitched giggles when they entered the dorm. Yes, Tristan had an own bedroom, but the walls were paper-thin, and he could usually hear everything. And "everything" meant in this case the moans and cries when Chad took them on his bed - which was just a paper-thin wall from Tristan’s bed. In these nights, Tristan had no chance of sleep and often tried to drown out the noises from the other room by wearing headphones with loud music.

Did it bother Tristan so much because he was gay? Probably! Because he was kind of envious that Chad had a fulfilling sex life? Perhaps.

However, in some ways the days were much worse than the days. Chad was quite possibly the worst roommate in the whole universe. He never cleaned (on the contrary, he *constantly* littered the floor with worn clothes, trash and even dishes) made fun of Tristan in front of his friends because he was gay and, of course, always got in trouble with the administration - last month for smoking in the room!

Of course, Tristan had tried to appeal to the administration to change rooms - or give him another roommate. However, the college didn't seem to care about that too much and they told him to resolve any issues with his roommate himself.

So, that's what Tristan did. Every night he couldn't sleep because of Chad, he began working on a permanent solution for the problem. Tristan was majoring in nanotechnology and had a major interest in data science. The raise of large language models everywhere fascinated him, so he figured he could find a technical solution to his roommate problem.

Finally, after countless sleepless nights, he was finished. All checkmarks were green, and the software confirmed connection to the hardware. His means of revenge were finally ready.

Early the next morning he made a coffee and added the silvery goo of nanobots he created for this. He knew that Chad wouldn't be able to resist it if he just left it on the counter as if he had forgotten it.

Tristan couldn't wait until, finally, the snoring from the other room stopped and he heard Chad get up and throw out his latest bimbo. Now it couldn't be long until...

"Yo, nerd! Your coffee tastes like shit!"

Tristan shook his head. So predictable.

He made his way into the common living room/kitchen and looked at Chad, just clad into some read sweatpants, flaunting his natural good looks. Time to test his invention.

"Well, I'm sorry *my* coffee was not to your liking." Tristan said sarcastically.

"Perhaps you could clean up the dishes around here, Chad. Including my cup of coffee, you drank."

"Or perhaps... no!" Chad said and laughed a dumb laugh. God, Tristan hated just every trait of this dumb brute.

"Could you please do the dishes... ChadGPT?" Tristan asked again with a sly smile.

Chad wanted to tell Tristan to fuck off, perhaps even insult him a bit along the way, but to his immense surprise, he was forced to say in a friendly tone:

"Of course, Tristan. I will gladly do the dishes now, including the cup of coffee that I just emptied." Against his will, his body began to move on its own as he started to collect the dishes.

"What is going on? What are you doing to me? I don't want this!" Chad exclaimed, but apparently had lost all control over his limbs. He needed to resist. He mentally strained against the foreign control, and really, could get his body to stop.

However, the next thing he said was, in the same calm and friendly tone:

"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."

To his horror, he could see his hands change in front of him - instead of skin and flesh, they turned into hard skin colored plastic with joints that showed some dark metal underneath. He instantly lost all feeling in his hands. Needless to say, Chad was scared shitless.

"Okay, okay, I'll do the dishes, just stop this!", he begged and quickly resumed picking up the dishes.

The changes stopped and Tristan, who had sat down and enjoyed seeing his invention work so flawlessly, laughed at the scene. Oh, this would be good. What to do next...

As soon as Chad was finished with the dishes, he turned around to Tristan:

"Please change me back! I don't know what you did, but please undo it - look at my hands, that's unnatural!"

Tristan pretended to think about it before saying: "Naaah. Not yet at least. How about you tidy up the whole place first? Including my room, of course. Would you do that, ChadGPT?"

What Chad wanted to say was: "Come on! Don't be like that!". However, out of his mouth came:

"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."

The numbness of his hands spread to his arms up to his armpits. They, too turned to plastic, modelled after a muscular, decidedly male set of arms. When they moved, Chad could hear a faint whirring from below the 'skin'. His feet and legs were next, the numbness spreading up quickly. Before they reached his groin, Chad caved.

"Alright, alright. I'll do it, I'll do everything!" And got to work quickly. He just surrendered control. A cold, systematic computational will took over his body and controlled it to systematically clean the whole place, room by room, piece by piece. He moved at a constant speed, never speeding up, never slowing down. Finally, he was done. He had worked up a bit of sweat but was finally finished. Hopefully, Tristan would stop this madness now.

"I've done it, now please..."

"Naaah, I think there's more to do for you. ChadGPT, please do the following: Clean out your room and throw away your stuff, you won't need it anymore. Then, exmatriculate from the college. And finally, send me all the money you have."

Chad was taken aback. What kind of sick joke was that? Tristan couldn't force him to give up his life. He shook his head with all might. While doing so, he said:

"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."

This time, the feeling spread over his torso first. His skin was replaced by smooth plastic, with no body hair in sight. His pecs got pronounced and defined, with ridges in the plastic showing spectacular but artificial abs and pecs. Everything was perfectly symmetrical. At the same time, he felt his groin and ass change into a complex system of tubes and hydraulics, hidden behind a smooth removable bulge of plastic that gave the appearance of a large cock when he was wearing pants. His nipples changed to bright red dots, nothing more than colors on his sculpted chest.

The only thing that was left of him was his head, but Chad didn't want to risk that and started doing as he was told.

When he came back from cleaning out his room, he saw that Tristan had fished out his cock from and was idly playing with himself, while watching Chad. Apparently, that pervert even got off to humiliating him. Still, he continued his tasks, looking at Tristan as little as possible. It hurt a lot to transfer all his funds to Tristan, but better that than the alternative.

"I'm finished." He finally said, defeated.

Tristan looked at Chad with a wicked smile, while working his cock with the right hand. Oh, sweet revenge.

"Good. Then you're free to go..." Just as Tristan saw the relief on Chad's face, he added: "...almost. ChadGPT, please come here and give me a blowjob."

Chad's reaction came instinctively and without thinking:

"What? I'm not gonna give you fag a... a... Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."

No, nooo! He should have just given the asshole what he wanted. Chad's expression became neutral, as his head turned into plastic and silicone, with artificial hair and sharply defined eyebrows. His will was put into the back seat permanently, as his brain turned into a cold computer processor and ChadGPT took over for good. With a friendly, monotone voice he said:

"Of course, Master Tristan."

Chad could only scream internally, as his body, which was turned into some kind of human-like-sexdoll-android kneeled down to Tristan’s cock and activated the fleshlight mode.

Tristan leaned back content. He had solved the Chad-problem and had gotten a new permanent servant with ChadGPT.

[ewingstan]

if ur open to ward characters may i request a tristan. very much enjoyed ur capricorn interlude post

Sorry for the late response, I wanted to finish up all their interludes before I answered this so I could be an Informed Tristan Enjoyer. Just got done reading his interlude. It was the most stress-inducing thing I've ever read! Wildbow can getcha in a headspace, let me say. Jesus Christ. This fucking guy.

Glad it turned out I wasn't making up the "living with Moonsong would feel as-if-not-more horrific than being in someone else's body while they fucked" thing. Tristan even invoked the white-picket-fence imagery multiple times while thinking about Byron's ideal future and how horrible it would be for him. And yeah, I maintain that it would be a horrible fate for Tristan. Feels bad that their current compromise seems to be "no one dates or fucks" though.

I think the one thing that would've made Tristan's interlude more effective was if it turned out he was being paranoid about his henchmen being outbid. If he started running from Bazilisk, sure that they were out to get him, only to run into his teammates (who he was sure had sprung a trap) and switch thinking he'd already been caught. Make it a tell-tale heart case.

[twisted-art-wounders]

YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 03

Chapter 3 Irrigate Yami Yugi poses as Yugi for the day to give him time to rest, as the gang try to process all the events happening all at once.

Yugi didn't stir the whole night and well into the early morning it was pretty much the same. As the sunlight beamed into his room lighting up all the dark spaces, the sounds of the outside where even louder since there was a big hole in Yugi's window. It worried Yami Yugi a lot, he didn't want to panic since sometimes Yugi could be a heavy sleeper but with everything going on he was starting to think something my be wrong with him.

Just outside Tea had greeted grandpa who was busy sweeping the store front as was typical of him; they had small exchange with each other before Grandpa called up to Yugi to let him know Tea was here to walk to school with him.

Yami panicked, he knew Yugi needed the rest but he didn't want to alert anyone to anything being wrong just yet. So he felt he had no choice, with Yugi's hand still on the puzzle he swapped minds with him.

Sitting up he yelled back. “I'm coming! Just give me a few minutes!”

Yami tried to sound a bit closer to Yugi's tone, but it wasn't easy to match right now since he was running around the room pulling off his pyjamas. Putting on one of Yugi's black shirts and slipping on the dark blue pants of his school uniform. He rummaged around the sock drawer finding a matching pair of socks to put on. Taking a look in the mirror he made sure his hair was…presentable enough before grabbing his school bag and the putting the puzzle on around his neck.

He exited the bedroom and made his way down stairs and into the foyer to put on his shoes before exiting form the store front. Yami smiled as he saw Tea and come to her side.

“Good Morning, Tea.” he spoke as softly as he could trying to match Yugi's tone again.

Tea blinked as she noticed it was Yami Yugi who greeted her and not Yugi but she ignored it for now and smiled. “Morning! Ready to go?”

Yami nodded and waved at grandpa before heading down the street with Tea by his side. Grandpa smiled and waved back wishing them a good day before going back to his sweeping. Once they made it far enough down the street Tea looked at the Pharaoh and asked.

“Not that I'm complaining but…why did you take over? Don't tell me Yugi is sleeping in again!” Tea sounded a bit miffed, she knew sometimes Yugi would sleep in late and if he did and Yami was taking over to make sure he got to school on time…

“No! n-no It's noting like that. It's just…” Yami bit his lip a bit trying to find the words he needed. “It's complicated Tea…I'll tell you and others at school later okay?”

She wanted to press him for more details but decided to let him be, he would hopefully give them answers at school. He was calmer now and did finally notice she had a paper bag in her hand and asked

“What do you have in there?”

Tea smiled and held the bag up to her face. “Sorry, classified for now! You'll have to wait till lunch time” She gave a wink.

Yami chuckled and smiled back as the two continued walking down the street.

School was a bit…awkward for Yami; he was welcomed by Joey and Tristan only to see the confusion on their faces as well, again he had explained he would explain more during lunch. Until then he'd have to endure playing the role of Yugi. He was used to being in class of course Yugi spent a good portion of the day in school. Normally when Yugi was in classes Yami would stay in the puzzle and just wait; sometimes he could hear what was going on outside. Yugi answering questions, reading out chapters, playing duel monsters with Joey on break, even eating lunch. But this time it was all him doing that. He'd hoped Yugi would have woken up by now but he didn't and it was already time for lunch, also time for him to give his friends a proper explanation for the current situation they found themselves in.

Finally lunch time had come and up on the roof the gang sat with their lunch boxes open, Tea had pulled out the bag she was carrying before and presented it to them. They all waited as she opened the bag to reveal multi coloured donuts inside, Joey and Tristan where super excited and tried to reach for them at the same time only for Tea to snap at them closing the bag quickly and pulling it back close to herself.

“Hold on these are for AFTER lunch not before!” Tea huffed making the two boys whine about not getting a sweet treat right away.

She put the bag down beside her lap and opened up her lunch to start eating, the other two boys followed as well opening up their meals. Yami on the other hand was happy he wouldn't have to take a doughnut, he was sure was meant for his partner. He also didn't take out the lunch he brought with him since once again it really wasn't his to eat.

“Now, I think I owe you all an explanation for my presence today…” Yami announced making everyone pay attention to him. They listened as Yami explained everything he could recall form the night before.

“So you're sayin' the God cards are gone and you couldn't do anything because the puzzle was stolen too?” Joey asked

Yami nodded

“And these biker punks bulled Yugi into a duel that he may have gotten hurt in?” Tristan asked as well Yami again nodding.

“And now Yugi wont wake up…” Tea looked towards Yami who looked down and nodded one final time.

“I wish I could have done more…I should have done more! And now my partner… he may-” Yami clenched his fists hard enough to make his knuckles turn pale.

Tea had noticed Yami's hand had bandages on two fingers and it made her more worried.

“…Did they do that to you?” She pointed at the bandaged fingers making Yami look up at her and shake his head quickly.

“N-no it's unrelated…” He spoke timidly which was not his normal tone at all. She was still concerned especially by his tone and demeanour all she wanted to do now was help him in anyway she could.

“Hey don't blame yourself man, those biker ass holes are the ones who did this! If I find them I'll tear them apart for what they did to Yugi!” Joey stood up and punched his palm with his fist.

“I want to get even with them too but we have no idea where they guys are!” Tristan looked over at Joey who sat down again and grumbled trying to think.

“Do you think these guys are connected to the monster sightings? And what happened at the museum?” Tea looked over at Yami who was still looking down not wanting to make eye contact.

Yami held his hands together and kept his gaze downward. “I think so…All of it happening so close together…it can't be a coincidence.”

Suddenly Yami felt another presence appear next to him, Yugi gave a yawn and rubbed his eyes.

“hmm…other me? Whats going on?” Yugi blinked and looked around to see all his friends where on the roof together.

//Partner! Your awake!// Yami was excited to see Yugi was active again and quickly swapped places with him.

//Yeah, I am but what-// Yugi's thought was interrupted when everyone had noticed he changed back to regular Yugi.

“Yugi!” they all yelled in unison as all three of his friends jumped up and surrounded him quickly.

Yugi on the other hand was a bit surprised by this and was caught off guard when Joey grabbed him and placed his head in a lock.

“Yug! I'm so happy you're alright!” Joey smiled as Tea grabbed Joey's jacket collar and yanked him backwards and away from Yugi. Tristan grinned as he watched Joey fume in anger and shake a fist at Tea for interrupting his hug.

“Joey! Don't be so rough with him! You don't know if he's hurt or not!” Tea softened her expression and knelt down taking both of Yugi's hands into hers.

“Yugi, are you okay? ” she asked worried.

Yugi blushed and looked at Tea confused. “Uh I'm fine Tea…I'm just confused about how I got here exactly? Last I remember…”

Yugi started to think back and it started to all come back to him, like a flood of images hitting him all at once. The puzzle being stolen, meeting the biker guys, the Seal of Orichalcos, the man having his soul ripped away, then just black.

Yugi pulled his hands away form Tea's and backed away quickly, he held his head as it finally hit him now that not only did he fail to save that man but the god cards were still with the bikers and tears filled his eyes.

“No…they're gone…the man…the god cards are gone! And it's all my fault!” Yugi's hands turned into fists as he smacked his head with both fists. “I let them take them! I- I-”

Yami watched as Yugi kept spiralling and pounding his own head again and again. He wanted to stop him but Joey grabbed both of Yugi's hands now and prevented him form hurting himself more.

“Forget the God cards! What about you?” Joey yelled at Yugi forcing him to stop and look into the blonde teenagers hazel eyes. “What did those people do to you Yug? If they hurt you I'll-”

“Take it easy man! Give Yugi some space.” Tristan yelled making Joey growl up towards him and the two started to argue with each other.

Yugi still had tears running down his face as he hugged himself tightly and trembled. Tea watched for only a moment before she threw her arms around him and pulled Yugi into a hug.

“It's okay… it's going to be okay…” she whispered gently into his ears. “Just breathe…in…and out…nice and slow like me…” Tea breathed in slowly and let it out just as slowly, she petted his head and kept her firm hold onto him. Yugi started to mimic Tea's breathing he could hear Tea's heart beat and it helped him start to clam down. Yugi dropped his arms slowly and wrapped them around Tea's torso trying to find more comfort.

Joey and Tristan finally stopped arguing long enough to see Yugi and Tea's embrace. They watched as Yugi was finally clam enough that he slowly pulled away form Tea's embrace and rubbed his eyes.

“Thank you…I'm sorry I didn't mean to break down like that…” Yugi was a ashamed now, he couldn't believe he let himself fall apart so fast…

Tea and others smiled warmly towards him. “You don't have to apologize Yugi.”

“Yeah it's what friends are for right?” Joey grinned widely.

“Count on us to have your back man.” Tristan gave a thumbs up.

Yugi nodded and rubbed his eyes again with a nod.

“Yup.”

--

It was after school and gang were walking home together; Yugi was trying to talk about everything he'd experienced during the duel when they spotted Rex and Weevil making their way down towards the school only to meet up with the gang on the sidewalk. Both Joey and Tristan grabbed a hold of one of them each and started to integrate them over their crazy babbling from the day before.

Yugi actually seemed revealed to see Rex and Weevil where back to normal…this meant their souls were set free.

“I'm telling you we don't know anything! Now let us go you over sized gorilla!” Weevil growled.

“If you twerps know anything you better spill it now!” Tristan shouted.

“We already told you everything! That weird hooded guy dueled us and used some kind of weird magic card! The seal of something or-” Rex was trying to remember the name only for Yugi to interrupt him.

“The Seal of Orichalcos?”

“Yeah that's it! Then he beat us and everything went dark…then next thing we know we're back here again!” Rex finished.

“So what's your beef with them anyway?” Weevil asked readjusting his glasses.

“That guy was part of group of bikers who stole my god cards! And we need to know any information about them that you might have had.” Yugi looked down upset.

“Wait the god cards are gone?” Rex looked at Weevil who looked back at him with a grin.

“Alright you're free to go! But stay outta trouble! And if you see any biker guys let us know!” Joey yelled as the gang started walking down the street.

“You'll be the first to know!” Weevil yelled back.

“So the god cards are up for grabs…” Rex grinned.

“That means, they'll be mine!” they both said in unison before growling at each other again.

Meanwhile down the street Yugi and the gang kept walking and talking.

“So that magic card they mentioned the seal of Orichalcos? It can take souls from people who lose the duel?” Joey looked down at Yugi who nodded.

“Yeah, the guy I faced even used Obelisk against me! He could control the god card like a millennium item user could…”

All of them stopped and started at Yugi in shock, even Yami had to pause at this.

//That's impossible! How could a god card be used and controlled like that? How powerful is this magic? // Yami wondered.

“I can't believe you faced a god card on your own!” Tea yelled with concern.

“I'm just glad you won! Man these guys seem like their playing for keeps…And you said the guy said their gathering souls for a sacrifice?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah some kind of evil god whose going to swallow the world…” Yugi held his head a bit thinking about all of this made it spin. Reaching into his pocket to find something to help keep his mind stable, his keys or something, he felt something else inside and pulled it out it was the necklace.

“Huh?” Yugi looked at the glowing gem stone and shouted “Hey! This was the rock the man had around his neck but how'd it get into my pocket?”

//Oh right! I must have placed it in your pocket last night, I wasn't sure where it came form I must have forgotten to take it out.// Yami explained.

All four of them looked at the glowing stone, Tea thought it looked pretty, while Joey said they should chuck it just in case it was cursed. Yugi shook his head.

“No, this may be a clue to finding those guys… I'll hold onto it until we know more.” Yugi placed it back into his pocket and kept walking.

-- They arrived at Yugi's house to further continue their discussion; everyone had removed their shoes and where going to head up to Yugi's room when Grandpa called out to him form the living room.

“Yugi! Your finally home! Come into the living room!”

Yugi looked at the others then he shouted back “Uh coming Grandpa!” He headed towards the living room his friends following after him.

Grandpa was sitting on the couch with a laptop sitting on the coffee table, seeing the laptop made Yugi excited at first. Normally Grandpa didn't take out the laptop like this unless his dad was video calling them form the city he was working in. His Father's job always kept him far form home so to combat the loneliness it brought they'd often bring out the laptop set up just for video calls. Typically they'd take place during Sunday evenings every 2-3 weeks so they could chat and catch up.

It was weird he was calling this late on a Thursday evening though, maybe something had come up? Ether way Yugi would be happy to hear form him. Looking up Grandpa waved Yugi and crew over, Yugi rushed over quickly expecting to see his Father but instead it was a different face it was Professor Hawkins!

“Oh! uh Hello Professor Hawkins!” Yugi tried to sound more excited but it was hard to hide his confusion.

“Professor Hawkins?” The others said just as confused as Yugi was.

The older man on the other end smiled and answered “Ah Hello Yugi my boy! How are you?”

“I'm fine professor how are-” He was interrupted when another voice rang through the video call.

“Darling! There you are!” A young blonde girl poked her head into view; she had long blonde hair down to her mid back, blue eyes with small freckles on each cheek and with a pair of thick red glasses. Nudging her way in front the screen Yugi could see she wore a pink sweater with a white bottom up top and a striped small tie.

“Wait…is that- Rebecca?” Yugi blinked as Rebecca smiled and waved.

“Hey! Long time no see Darling~ How is my favourite boyfriend doing?”

“Boyfriend!?” Tea growled.

“Oh you gotta be joking that can't be Rebecca!” Joey huffed

“The same brat we met like a mouth ago? Guess she traded in her teddy bear for a pair of glasses huh?” Tristan whispered to Joey.

“Y-yeah long time no see…What's going on?” Yugi was a bit nervous when she called him her boyfriend, he wasn't sure what this was implying but he wasn't comfortable with it at all.

“Now Rebecca, you and Yugi may talk a bit later dear, I still have things I need to discuss with him.” Professor Hawkins re-entered the scene again and readjusted the camera to be a bit wider so both he and Rebecca could be seen together.

“Aww okay… Sorry Grandpa.” Rebecca sat back and allowed her grandfather to speak now.

“So sorry about that, now Yugi I'm sure you're more then aware of the monster sightings happening all over the world recently. I believe I may have found a connection between them and my latest discovery under water…”

“You have? Please tell us what you found!” Yugi asked more curious now then ever.

“I believe this all has to do with the soul of the Pharaoh that lives in your puzzle…”