#vince honey you can let go now...

[sansgout]

“ it is not in vain to have a good APPETITE . ” / from hannibal ☺️☺️☺️

@multimusae || here is the match made in . . . anything but heaven, everyone

Vincent hates this.

He hates that the man need only say that one seemingly insignificant phrase to give him pause—rather, to practically stun him in place, as if he's been administered a shock and must power through the residual prickles lining his skin. He swallows what he can only imagine would be a sour taste in his mouth, smoothing the lines on his face to something far more impassive before peering over.

“I would assume anyone showing up at my restaurant would have one of those, yes,” Vincent says plainly. His jaw's become tight, and though the eyes of his companion feel as though they're cutting right into him, he eases out a careful breath to loosen up. “And so it's my business to sate that. Has yours been satisfied”—his lips quirk, a hardly convincing smile—“sir?”

[ebsmind]

⏾ MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT | jack hughes x singer!reader smau

summary : trying to struggle releasing a new album and doing press can be too much, are people starting to speculate that it’s taking a toll on your relationship?

warning(s) : break up mentions (poor reader 😕), a couple of cuss words i think idk,

a/n : AHHHH HERES THE FIRST CHAPTER i’m so excited to start this series!! i did create this series around midnight (if the shoe fits) and i just knew i needed to get this first chapter out ASAP so here it is!!! im taking each chapter slow and steady since ive never done any type of series before. i also wanted to lyk that each chapter is named after a song but most won’t have a lot of correlation to the songs! also ik jack isn’t in this one (spoiler sorry) but he will soon! i promise i have a vision 😋 i hope yall enjoy and i love you!

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ynuser surprise! Midnights out on october 21st! 🌌💜✨

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user1 OMG OMG OMG ITS HAPPENINGGGGGGG

user2 CLAIMING LABYRINTH

taylorswift So proud of you my little bird!! Thank you for having me featured on an amazing album 💜

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user3 sweet nothing is def about vince 😋

yourbestfriendsuser she put blood, sweat, and tears into this!!! ya'll better not do her dirty EVERRRRRR

| ynuser clock it

user4 the album cover EATSSSSS

user5 DOES THIS MEAN UR GOING ON TOUR???

gracieabrams OMG (i knew about this for months)

| ynuser the best secret keeper EVER

yourmomsuser So proud you honey!!

| ynuser i love you mom!❤️

user6 taylor being featured on snow on the beach YESSSSSS

user7 KARMA IS MINEEEE

sabrinacarpenter ALBUM OF THE YEAR I FEAR???

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user8 what’s it like carrying the music industry on ur back queen?

| ynuser i need to see a chiropractor immediately

vincedunn 💜💙

on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon…

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ynuser kicking off midnights press with the best tv host ever!!

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jimmyfallon It was great having you on the show!

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user1 a duo i didn’t know i needed

user2 sweet nothings being the first song written and with vince 🥹

vincedunn sick asf babe!!

user3 i can’t wait another week for this album OMG

user4 why hasn’t she been liking vince’s comments :(

| user5 oh bye that is not our business

user6 her writing all the songs around midnight I LOVE THIS WOMAN

user7 am i the only one that notices that her eyes don’t light up anymore when she or anyone mentions vince???

| user8 oh ur REACHING

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ynuser breaking news! Midnights is out now! maybe stay up until 3am for a little surprise!

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user1 I LOVE THIS ALBUM SO MUCH

user2 u took my heart out of my chest and squeezed it with ur bare head with YOYOK

taylorswift Congratulations!! I can’t wait to see you at the Grammy’s this year 😉

user3 crying this is my album

user4 SNOW ON THE BEACH WITH TAYLOR??? EATSSSSS

yourbestfriendsuser TIME TO GET OUR SPARKLY DRESSES ONNNNNN

user5 we want more taylor pls

user6 KARMA IS THE GUY ON THE SCREEN COMING STRAIGHT HOME TO ME 💃💃💃

yourrecordlabel 🔥🔥

user7 bejeweled is THAT GIRLLLLL

user8 wait vince wasn’t at the midnights release party??

| user9 omg they better not have broken up istg

| user10 let’s not spread false information….

user11 THE OUTFITS CHANGES HAHAHA

| ynuser listen…i couldn’t decide

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ynuser cats out of the bag!! i wrote an extra 7 songs and created a 2nd version of my album ✨ welcome Midnights (3am Edition) 💜

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[stclaretarot]

PAC ⭒ HOW ARE THINGS ALIGNING WITH YOUR SP?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · TIPS ♡ tips, bookings, and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards pulled · five of wands, eight of cups, ten of pentacles, knight of cups (reversed), nine of swords.

channelled songs · desire by ateez. rose parade by elliott smith. the shining by vince staples. can’t help myself by nct 127.

my dear group one ♡ there seems to be major conflict in this connection. your sp may feel that you are manifesting them and seems to be actively trying to fight you off or shut you out.

they feel as if you have your claws in them and they seem to be actively resisting you. they seem to be trying everything they posibly can to not let your manifestations work on them.

as you can see, for some of you, your sp may be highly intuitive. while for most it may just be that they can sense *something*, they have this itch, they just feel that something is not right -- and they have an inkling that thisnot right feeling has something to do with you.

this is especially if they are already in a relationship. a lot of things may be going wrong in their relationship, or their relationships, suddenly and inexplicably, and they just don’t know how or why. they are looking for any explanation, and can only come back to you. come back to that things must somehow be connected to.

it seems, dear, that your manifestations are having the opposite effect, of pushing your sp away instead of bringing you two into alignment.

GROUP TWO

cards pulled · nine of cups, knight of wands, knight of cups, six of wands, queen of cups.

channelled songs · standing on the sun remix by beyoncé. the same by ryan destiny & tobi lou. honey by mariah carey. both hands by ani difranco. 

my dear group two ♡ your sp may be someone with whom you are already in a relationship, in some shape or form at least. if you are not dating this person already, you seem to at least be talking to each other regularly. 

whatever the specifics of this connection (and for each of you, these specifics will be slightly different),  you may be manifesting greater commitment from this person. 

however, dear, any attempts you make to manifest your sp are -- and will be -- futile. but not because they are resisting you or because things will never work out between you two. but because they already want to be with you. because you two are already coming into alignment, and they already intend to commit to you in the way that you wish for them to. 

you and your sp are reaching a point in your relationship where they may be making their feelings and intentions towards you not only known, but known publicly. 

you and your sp are already aligned.

GROUP THREE

cards pulled · six of swords, knight of swords, seven of wands, queen of wands, ace of swords.

channelled songs · empty by juice wrld. ssfw by chanyeol. pure/honey by beyoncé. i pray - 2005 by mariah carey.

my dear group three ♡ things between you and your sp are moving forward -- moving into alignment -- but just very slowly. veryyy slowly. it is so slowly because there is currently some obstacle between you two. this is an energy, or a third party.

for some, this is a third party who seems intent on making sure that you are single or at least remain single for the time-being. this may be a guardian angel who does not want you to throw your youth or life away for a person, as you may do if you come into alignment with your sp right now.

for some, this is your future spouse (different from your current sp) who is praying you are protected from anyone who does not have good intentions for you.

for others, still, this third party may be person who is physically intervening in any attempts to keep you and your sp apart. out of jealousy, or a feeling of ownership over you or your sp.

so every time that you and your sp are close to coming into alignment, this third party (in whatever shape or form) comes into the picture and does what it (or they) can to keep you separated.

for now, you just have to keep focusing on yourself. just keep ignoring the 3d, and trusting the divine to work things out as they should -- and will -- work out. all in your favour.

GROUP FOUR

cards pulled · the tower, knight of cups, the hierophant (reversed), knight of swords, the magician.

channelled songs · in good hands by navy blue & ka. where i end and you begin by radiohead. the deal by mitski. pretty by kennie.

my dear group four ♡ more than anything, know this: things had to fall apart in order to fall into place! you and/or your sp may currently be in another relationship. or you may be dating around, trying to find someone with whom to connect and build a life.

yet, you may be feeling bored, unfulfilled, and unsatisfied. you may be feeling as if all your relationships are lacking in *something*. no matter how good these relationships are, you just feel as if they are… empty. as if something is missing.

this is because you and this person that you are currently dating, or these people you are currently seeing, are not in alignment. especially not as aligned as you are sp are. even though you and your sp are not in contact, and even though you may be trying to push all thoughts of your sp to the furthest parts of your mind.

things are happening behind the scenes for you and your sp, dear, but it may be time for you to take that much needed step towards your sp. to bridge the gap and let things fall into place between you and your sp.

[toomanytookas]

Discovering Tunes Through Fic: A Rec List

A sequel of sorts to my Discovering Lit Through Fic list from earlier this year (which I desperately need to update)! It's always fun to find mention of a song or musician/artist/band that you love in fic, and I also enjoy how such inclusions can lead to finding new things to listen to (some of these songs made my spotify wrapped entirely because of these fics!).

This list brings together works that I have encountered in my reading travels that have somehow incorporated songs or artists within the work (separate from being inspiration or source of title). If you see an artist or song that is your jam or piques your interest, be sure to give the fic a try—the music was selected with intent, so the work is probably your vibe!

Alpha sorted by character then author then title. I will update as I read more!

Dave

Audience of One - @katareyoudrilling Carmen Fantasy - Pablo de Sarasate

Down Bad & Good Luck Babe - @schnarfer Talk Show Host - Radiohead Angel - Massive Attack

Dieter

Down This Chain of Days - @ghotifishreads Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Your Favorite Kryptonite - @kedsandtubesocks Everytime We Touch - Cascada

Making Out to Pablo Honey - @mothandpidgeon Radiohead

Eros & Psyche - schnarfer This is Love - PJ Harvey

Home - @yopossum Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Frankie

Hold Fast - @jeewrites Lil Boo Thang - Paul Russell RV 297 (Winter) - Vivaldi

With No Strings Attached - @jolapeno Elvis

On Call - @luxurychristmaspudding A whole host of songs, which can be found in this playlist

Pickup Truck - luxurychristmaspudding Pickup Truck - Kings of Leon

Tommy’s Party - luxurychristmaspudding Peach Pit

Jack

Whiskey & Westworld - @prolix-yuy Hank Williams George Strait

Javi P

Paranoid Heart - @goodwithcheese On My Own - Les Misérables George Strait Indigo Girls One More Last Chance - Vince Gill

Go Your Own Way - schnarfer Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield

Joel

Aint That a Bite - @almostfoxglove Rock Around the Clock - Bill Haley & His Comets

Cover Me Up - almostfoxglove Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush Cover Me Up - Jason Isbell

Over Again - @burntheedges A bunch of wonderful early 2000s (and adjacent) tracks, as found on this playlist

Interstellar Overdrive - @hypnotisedfireflies An incredible 70s soundtrack throughout, see this playlist!

Happy Tuesday - @maggiemayhemnj I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos

Symphony - maggiemayhemnj Oh, Lady Be Good - Ella Fitzgerald BWV 156 (Ich steh mit einem Fuß im Grabe)

Difficult - schnarfer Every You Every Me - Placebo

Strike - @secretelephanttattoo The White Stripes Red Hot Chili Peppers

Marcus P

All About the Bass - katareyoudrilling BWV 893 Cantus in Memoriam Benjamin Britten - Arvo Pärt Tabula Rasa - Arvo Pärt

Headshots - secretelephanttattoo Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Max P

Warm Hands, Cold Heart - secretelephanttattoo Hypnotize - The Notorious B.I.G  Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt - We Are Scientists

Tim

Undercover - secretelephanttattoo Mr. Brightside - The Killers

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If you know of or have written works that fit this theme, I'd love to hear about them! Please feel free to shout them out in the comments. Also if you're an author I've read and I accidentally left a work of yours that fits this theme off the list, please forgive my swiss cheese brain and let me know so I can add you!! 💕

Date updated: 29 December 2024 Date published: 29 December 2024 Images are my own.

[crows-home]

A little fic about Vince the day before things went to hell. Warnings for mentions of cannibalism, murder, blood.

It will go like this:

[Un]

“What’s this?” Rody will ask, surprised as he looks down at the plate you present him with. You will keep him late, after all the chefs have left for the day. Just the both of you, so you can savor the reaction, all to yourself.

“It’s-” for you. It’s a gift. It’s that ex-girlfriend you can’t shut up about, but who will now nourish you in ways you could never return. It’s all your love, neatly presented. It’s my heart, bared before you. It’s yours. Take it.

“-leftovers.” you will say instead.

[Also on Ao3]

[Deux]

Rody will take the plate, equal parts confused and curious. Tilt his head to the side and hum, like some mutt. He’ll eat it here, in the restaurant, he won’t take it home like he’s been doing all week. You won’t give him the choice.

He’s so stupid- too uncultured to comment on the presentation, but that’s not what you will focus on. 

The fork will sink into the meat, into its pre-cut slices, nicely. You will note the way his lips wrap around the utensil, how his eyes will widen as the flavor seeps in. Pupils will dilate and his breath will catch, so clear and damning in the echoing kitchen. You’ll note the way his throat bobs around the swallow, and the way he will grin.

[Trois]

“Vince!” Rody will look at you. His eyes will shine, that warm honey golden brown that haunts your dreams. His gaze is admiring, reverent. “This is amazing!”

You won’t be able to stop the way your heart will thump in your chest, so loud you will wonder if he can hear it. You’ve never been able to so far. Maybe it will be more. Maybe it will beat so fast it’ll leave you feeling winded. How will you cope? You should prepare for that.

“I know.” you will respond, airily, after taking a deep breath.

He’ll dig in, clean his plate with a gusto, the way no one has ever done before. It will disgust you, the way he shoves food in his mouth. Uncultured pig. But beneath the disgust will be a bone deep satisfaction that you’ve never felt before, so you can’t imagine it now.

[Quatre]

While he eats, Rody will look up at you, every emotion clear as day on his face. Like it always is. He’ll be so clearly impressed and grateful and yes, happy. You will have made him happy.

And he would say:

“Whatever you did this time, it really worked. It’s so rich and the spices are blended so well! So moist and the baste is-”

Ah. No, not that. Rody’s not- he hasn’t got a sophisticated palate to have those opinions. He’d probably chew through half a boot without noticing anything wrong.

Maybe…

“They were so wrong about you,” he will look you in the eye. Trusting, honest, raw. Your mouth waters. “Those articles. The critics. You’ve always had it in you. This is just- it’s so good, Vince! I can taste the heart that went into this.”

Yes.

[Cinq]

He’ll ask if there are any more leftovers, desperate and hungry for more. You’ll say no, that’s all you had, just to delight in the disappointment that washes over him. Of course he will- it’s the best thing he’s ever had. He’ll be ruined, after this. He won’t be able to get the taste out of his mouth let alone settle for anything other than your cooking.

Now you know. Now you are able to- to touch people, like this. Touch him like this, in a way you will never experience. That’s a power that you’ll never give up.

So you will tell him no, sorry, that’s all that was left.

“What’s your favorite food, Rody?”

“Hm?”

I’ll make it for you next. There’s plenty of meat left.

“You never told me.”

“Still don’t have one…” He rubs his chin and looks up. Where will the two of you be then? Still in the kitchen? Or will you have this conversation outside, after the dishes are left and as you shut and lock the door behind you? Every thought about her will be so far from his mind as you both leave her- what’s left of her- in the freezer.

“Although,” he’ll smile at you, cheeks flushed and oh so happy. So alive. “I guess tonight my favorite is- whatever you make!”

--

“Shit!”

The knife slips out of Vincent’s hand and clinks against the tile floor.

He blinks back to himself, away from the daydream, and scowls. His breathing is labored and his face is flushed.

“Always distracting me, even when he’s not around…”

He bends down with a sigh and picks up the knife. He takes extra care to step around the puddles of blood to make it to the sink and rinse it off. Too much blood, so much more than he’s used to, is making things more slippery than he’s used to, but the general process is the same. Second nature for him.

It doesn’t disgust him- what he’s done. Who he’s done it to. Her eyes weren’t the familiar brown he ached for. Her hair was too light, too neat, not the wild, fiery ginger mess that’s been dashing around his dining room. Barely presentable for his job but- it’s soft. Vincent knows it’s soft. His hand remembers the way it felt underneath his skin when he dried Rody off.

Vincent shivers again, and realizes the tap water is still running.

Shutting it off, he makes his way back to the counter. There’s still much to prepare before the day begins.

—

The countdown doesn’t even begin; Rody just had to go snooping where he doesn’t belong. 

Now there’s blood, his blood, that fills your mouth. His cartilage, soft and squishy between your teeth. You swallow it down. A piece of him, inside you.

Rody staggers and screams, his expression growing more horrified, pained, disgusted by the second. His eyes go buggy and he brings his left hand up to his wound, he’s crying. No. No, no, no, no-

You think about his smile. His kind, soft, moronic, naive eyes were supposed to be fixed on you, were supposed to find you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way-

He’ll never love you now.

It’s- it’s his fault. All of this. Here you were, trying to do something nice, and he spits it back in your face. It’s not like you were ever going to tell him what [who] he was eating. He could have lived in blissful ignorance. Happy, content, with you-. He would have forgotten about her eventually.

He calls you insane, and he might be right, but he doesn’t have to be so dramatic about it.

Ugh- now he’s accusing you of being a fucking cannibal, Jesus Christ. Imbecile. Your eye almost twitches in annoyance. Of course he’d jump to that conclusion, it’s not like he uses his brain to think for more than two seconds. You ought to take the other ear, for that. Or a finger. A hand.

…An arm. A leg. Your eyes trace his body, slowly.

Did- did his ear taste like anything, going down? You can’t remember. It- maybe it did. Maybe what you need is something meatier.

The girl never would have tasted like anything to you and in hindsight, of course she wouldn’t have. Maybe not even to Rody either. You never loved her, and she never loved you. Rody, though… Rody would be made with all your love. That’s what people talk about, right? That’s what you needed all along.

He comes to the realization at the same time you do. Your eyes meet. Honey brown. Alive, alive, raw.

He’s what you needed all along.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Rat P2

Media - The Maze Runner Series Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - cute + Sad Word Count - 2631

Part One

I sat on the bus, holding Y/n close to me. Her head was resting on my chest, and her legs were over mine. I wanted to let her have more room, but we were short on space. I knew she must have been uncomfortable after being locked up in that cell for who knows how long, especially with our little one. I just wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. As I held her close in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort. Her soft Y/h/C hair, which had grown long and unkempt during her months of confinement, was now in my hands. I took my time, slowly running my fingers through her hair, gently untangling the knots and matting that had formed.

With each stroke, I could sense her body relaxing, as if the simple act of being cared for and tended to be enough to soothe her soul. It was a moment of tenderness and intimacy that I will always cherish. As I leaned down to kiss her forehead, I could feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. It was a long bus ride, and almost everyone else was asleep, except for Frypan who was focused on the road ahead. Thomas, on the other hand, was wide awake and buried in the phone, scrolling through the countless conversations they had had with Teresa. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as he read through each message, his face scrunched up in concentration. The hum of the bus engine and the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat were the only sounds that filled the air. It was a moment of quiet reflection, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the stillness, even amidst the chaos of our journey.

"You okay?" I asked,

"...Yeah," he nodded flipping the phone closed, "I just... feel like such a dick,"

"You didn't know Tommy," I told him,

"I imagine you feel like shit too?"

"Ohh you have no idea... how much of a dick I feel, I didn't believe my own girlfriend. I let them take her away. I didn't believe her, I thought she betrayed us, thought of her as a rat. The woman I love. I let them drag my pregnant girlfriend away screaming and crying thinking she betrayed us. I feel like an utter asshole."

"Yeah, I am so sorry for how I treated her. And for accusing you."

"It's okay Tommy," I nodded,

"I can't believe I never noticed." He sighed, "All this time, she was telling them everything."

"I don't get why, why would she sell us out like that? Why throw Y/n under the bus?"

"Teresa doesn't like her, never has."

"There a reason?"

"I think... differing opinions and mentalities." He chuckled, "Y/n has always been about making our life the best it can be, giving us the best future we can have."

"Even in the glade," I nodded, "She's always known that's what matters, those of us who are left, the price of one person is never worth it no matter what."

"Teresa is the greater good, that one person is worth the price if it buys something else." He sighed, "She would throw us all into the grinder if it would save that city. I just thought the girls didn't agree but I never thought Teresa would...."

"Neither did I." I sighed, "She ratted us out, to get us back in their clutches." I explained, "Let them know every plan just to let them pick us one one by one."

"She is going to get a talkin' too." He said putting the phone in his pocket,

"Can I watch?" I chuckled,

"Ohhh trust me it will be public,"

When he expressed his idea, I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. However, I didn't want to interrupt his train of thought, so I decided to remain silent and let him continue expressing his thoughts.

When we arrived back at the camp I kept Y/n close giving her tummy lots of little kisses, watching as Vince sorted places for the new kids.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her,

"I'm okay Newt," she nodded,

"You sure honey?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

"How's little baby?"

"kicking away,"

"Did they take care of baby while you were with them?"

"Sort of, had me on a lot of vitamins a lot of tests."

"Okay... can you tell me... what they did to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it Newt," She buried her head into my neck,

"You don't have to tell me, honey, It's okay. So long as you're safe now." I told her kissing her sweet little head, "I promise I will believe everything you tell me, I will never doubt you again for a moment, and I am going to take the best care of you." I told her kissing her tummy,

"Everything I say?" She giggled,

"Okay maybe not 'Everything', I do not believe you if you tell me the ocean is purple or you need to have bacon every day,"

"Awww," she pouted,

"Sorry honey I am not that foolish,"

"Fine," she giggled nuzzling up close,

"Do you... know about the baby?"

"At seven and a half months now, supposedly it's a little boy,"

"A little boy? Awwww!" I cooed, "Our little baby boy," I smiled kissing her stomach,

"TERESA!" Thomas yelled across the camp,

"Ooohh firework time." She giggled nuzzling into my neck as we got cosy and ready to watch,

"You! You were the rat!" He yelled as he walked up to her, of course, everyone came to gather and watch,

"Tom, what are you talking about?!" She protested,

"You were the rat! You've always been on their side!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are don't lie! You've been trying to convince us to turn around and go back, the moment we left."

"Yes, becuase this is not safe for us!"

"Safe! Safe!"

"There are cranks! There are insane men! There is so much out here none of us are safe out here! what sticking around in tents waiting for a rust bucket seems safe to you!" She yelled,

"Safer than with them!" He yelled, "They experimented on us! locked us in a maze! tried to drain us for some dumb cure for some old fart to live another two days! They tortured Y/n!"

she shivered and moved closer so I held Y/n even closer kissing her cheek,

"It's okay honey," I whispered,

"They didn't torture her! she's their daughter and their rat they never hurt her!"

"LOOK AT HER!" He yelled, "You say she isn't tortured!" He yelled, "But you're the rat!"

"I'm not!" She yelled,

"Yes, you are! I have your phone!" he pulled the phone from his pocket and immediately her face went pale and nervous,

"Wh- where did you get that?!"

"So you admit it's yours?!"

"It is my phone but where did you get it..."

"Newt found it!"

"Well, Y/n must have been using it,"

"No, she didn't it's your name in the conversation,"

"You can't prove It's me,"

"You're phone. You're name. You're conversation Teresa!" He yelled, "Admit it! You're the rat!"

"Fine! Yes, I am! We should go back thomas! there are so many people we could help if we just go back! All of us!"

"You want to sell us all out for them!" He screamed, "Fine you wanna go back to them GO!"

"We should all go thomas-"

"NO! We are staying here, anyone who wants to go back to wicked can go with you but we are staying here. You! Are not welcome here!"

"But thomas-"

"NOT Welcome here! GO!"

"Fine!" she yelled as she turned and headed to pack up her tent,

Thomas sighed and came to sit down with us,

"How are you feeling Tommy?" I asked,

"... Like... I did something good for once," He sighed,

"I think you did do something good, if she wants to go back to them let her go, You can do way better than a rat Tommy,"

"yeah... at least now we'll all be safer."

As I stood on the boat, I was deep into my work of welding with my torch and wearing a pair of protective goggles. I was concentrating so intensely that time seemed to pass by slowly. Suddenly, I heard someone calling out my name. It took me a moment to register before I realized it was Thomas. I quickly finished what I was doing, turned off the torch and safely put it down. I walked towards the edge of the boat, still wearing my goggles, and looked down to find Thomas standing at the bottom of the stairs. I removed my goggles and greeted him, curious as to what he needed from me.

"YEAH!"

"IT'S Y/n!"

"BABY!?"

"BABY!"

"COMING!" I yelled,

With an urgency that could not be ignored, we bolted down the stairs as if our lives depended on it. We both ran across the camp as fast as we could, our hearts pounding with fear and anticipation. When we finally made it to I and Y/n's tent, we burst inside to find her lying on the makeshift bed we had sorted for her given we needed the space for both us and her bump, surrounded by Sonya and Harriet, who were holding her close and whispering words of comfort to her.

As soon as we saw her, we could tell that she was in the throes of labour. Her face was contorted with pain, and her breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps. Without hesitation, I rushed to her side, taking her hand in mine and kissing her forehead tenderly. At that moment, I felt a surge of love and protectiveness for this woman who was about to bring new life into the world.

"Are you okay honey?" I cooed,

"You think I'm okay!"

"That's fair," I nodded, "I'm here Y/n I promise you I am here," I told her kissing her sweet little face,

As she lay in the bed, writhing in pain, I held her hand tightly, trying to offer any comfort that I could. The sound of her screams reverberated through my chest, and my heart ached to see her in so much agony. I whispered words of encouragement and love, and planted soft kisses on her forehead, hoping that they would ease her discomfort.

Meanwhile, a stern-looking nurse who was Ex wicked but had come to the right arm came to help out, I felt grateful that she was there to take care of the medical aspects of the situation, as I didn't have the faintest clue about what was happening down there.

Suddenly, a loud noise overhead made us all jump. I felt a surge of panic in my chest, and Thomas, who had been pacing nervously outside, rushed out to investigate. A few moments later, he returned, looking relieved but also a little puzzled.

"Newt. We got a problem."

"Which is?"

"They're here."

"Now!"

"yeah..."

"...Shit," I sighed, "Y/n I promise honey I'll be right back okay," I told her kissing her sweetly before I headed out with thomas as the berg landed and out came Ava, Janson and Teresa.

"Tom-" she began,

"Nope." He snapped to her,

"Where's our daughter?" Janson demanded,

"She's kinda busy right now," I told him,

"Let us see her that's all we ask," Ava offered,

"She's busy." I snapped,

"Doing what!" Janson demanded,

"Giving birth!" I yelled, "To our baby so you can get back on your berg and fuck off!"

"She needs real medical attention," Teresa said,

"She's right, she needs real medicine she needs to come with us," Ava explained,

"Y/n is not going anywhere with you!" I told them, "Neither is our baby,"

"We swear we only want what is best for her-" Ava began,

"What is best for her is here. Away from you. That is what she wants to be here, with me."

"Hand her over!" Janson demanded,

"NO!" I yelled,

"Please... she is our daughter, we promise there will be a safe place for her, the baby and for you. Just do the right thing and come with us that is best for her and best for the baby."

"she may be your daughter, but you threw her into the maze, you tossed her away, you tortured her, you. Have. no. right. to see, hear, or be anywhere near our baby, after what you've done to her you think for a moment I would allow you near our baby."

"Give us our daughter!" Janson yelled as he grabbed a gun which he pointed at me but I grabbed my own and pointed it at him, "You think I won't shoot you after you knocked up my daughter,"

"You think I won't shoot you after you tortured the woman I love." I warn him, "You ripped me from my home, you tossed her away, you have tortured all of us, killed my friends, took away any sense of life worth that I had, You took the woman I love from me, you tormented her, and you kept my baby from me. You think for a moment I will let you destroy the only family I have in this world."

"It's the greater good the good of your child and Y/n!" Ava offered,

"...No. There is no greater good anymore, not after what it has already cost us." I told them, "I would let the world burn for her. I could very Very easily pull a trigger." I warn them,

"So could I," He warns,

"And you're keeping me from witnessing the birth of my son, and I am losing my patience." I warn, "So turn around and get back in your berg and fuck off."

"I've had enough of this!" Janson snapped but before even thinking about it I pulled the trigger and he dropped to the ground with half his head missing,

"I am not asking again. Get back in your berg and fuck off!" I demanded,

"Is this really your decision?" Ava asked,

"Yes, it is. And it's final."

"Very well." she nodded heading back into the berg,

"I'm sorry Tom..." Teresa said,

"You are not forgiven." He snapped to her,

She turned around and the two left in the berg, so I quickly gave him the gun,

"Anyone comes back again, shoot them," I told him,

"Understood," he nodded,

As I rushed back into the tent, my heart was racing with fear and anxiety. The sight that greeted me was one that filled me with overwhelming joy and tears. Y/n was lying in bed, her face pale and tired, with the little baby wrapped in her arms. It was a touching and heart-wrenching sight. The girls had left by the time I arrived, so I went over to the bed and sat down beside Y/n. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes as she looked at me, and I knew that she needed someone to be with her at that moment. I put my arm around her and whispered words of comfort, reassuring her that everything would be alright.

"Hi, how are you feeling honey?"

She glared at me,

"Fair enough, sorry." I nodded, "You're safe, you and our little one. You get some rest honey,"

"I need some rest," she nodded, "Thank you newt,"

"You're welcome,"

"You want to hold him?"

"Can I?"

"Of course you can." She smiled handing over our sweet baby boy, I cradled him in my arms, he was so small, so cute, with cute Y/e/C eyes like Y/n's and the little bits of blonde hair like my own,

"He's so perfect, our little baby,"

"Our little boy,"

"I love him already,"

"I do too,"

"ohh uhh, bad news... I shot your father,"

"Oh... I'm surprisingly not upset about that,"

"Good, we have enough to worry about." I chuckled giving the little boy's head a sweet kiss, "He's so beautiful," I cooed, "You have any more ideas about names?"

"I did have one,"

"Ohh?"

"little George,"

"Little George, I think that's perfect Y/n." I cooed kissing his little head and her sweet cheek, "I love you so so much,"

"I love you more," she cooed,

"You rest I'll look after George, I promise I am keeping you both safe for as long as I need to." 

[marvelobsessed134]

Can you do a part 2 of the Vince Neil honeymoon story where they are filming their trip and then one night it turns into smut and they make love

Our Honeymoon, pt.2

Read part one here !

Pairings: Vince Neil x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, degradation (kinda), filming during sex, rough sex.

Summary: Vince decides to invest in a video camera

It was getting close to the end of your honeymoon with Vince and you were a little sad. So, the blonde thought it was a good idea to buy a video camera and film the last few days.

He filmed you swimming with the dolphins, he loved the smile you had when you interacted with the creatures.

wholesome things like splashing in the water, looking at the sunset, clinking your drinks. And then not so wholesome moments like right now where his cock is down your throat.

“There you go baby.” He crooned, zooming in on your face as you sucked him off, and gagged around the base of his cock.

Drool was spilling from the corners of your mouth before he finally let you off his dick.

You breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath. Vince pulled you up by your hair and he set the camera down on the dresser that faced the bed.

You were already naked, your pussy dripping between your thighs and your nipples as hard as pebbles.

The singer kissed you passionately as he pulled and twisted your nipples. You gasped into his mouth at the feeling. Then he laid you on the bed, making sure the camera had a perfect view of your drenched cunt before licking up from the bottom to the top, flicking his tongue on your clit.

You gripped his hair, “Oh Vince!”

“That’s right honey, just let me eat this sweet little pussy.” He groaned into you, sending vibrations throughout your body.

You felt yourself get closer and closer to your climax, before finally, “I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, feeling dizzy already.

“Go ahead baby, cum.” He coaxed.

With a loud moan, you released your juices all over Vince’s face. He moaned at the taste and cleaned himself up before lining his cock up to your entrance, grabbing the camera and filming him sliding it up and down your folds.

You whimpered at the feeling, silently begging him to just do something. And he finally, slowly slipped inside your tight hole, your walls fluttering around him.

“Holy fuck, still so tight even after I gave you pounding after pounding.” Vince moaned, gripping your hip with one hand while holding the camera in the other, filming himself thrusting into you.

You clawed at his shoulders, “Vinnie, faster please!”

“Yeah? You want me to go faster baby girl? Okay then, you asked for this.” He pulled out of you before slamming back into you, fucking you hard and fast.

Your eyes rolled back, gripping his shoulders with a death grip as he continuously hit your spot.

“Fuck, Vince! Please, I’m gonna cum again?”

“Fucking cum, then. Squeeze my fucking cock.” You did just that, feeling over the edge when he started to rub your clit.

“Ahhh!” You cried out, clenching around his dick as you came. That didn’t stop Vince, though. He continued to fuck you, desperate to reach his own finish. He turned you over on your stomach, slapping your ass and pulling out, jerking himself off before he finished on your lower back.

You both sighed, trying to catch your breaths.

Vince turned the camera off, tossing it half hazardly on the bed, before going into the bathroom and getting a warm wet washcloth to clean you up with.

[eco-lite]

Hi everybody! I haven’t been on tumblr much in the past six months but I’ve returned to grace the JR fandom with some content!

Here are my thoughts while reading volume 10:

“Prologue”

* Yes! I’ve been wanting to hear Richard’s perspective on how he and Seigi’s met for so long!

* You’re a lucky soul indeed, Richard.

“The First Day”

* Goddamn, not a “parents died in a freak accident and you were the sole survivor” story. Of course I feel bad for Octavia, and this explains her abandonment issues about Richard/Deborah, but is that really an excuse to torture Richard and everyone?

* Once again, Seigi is the world’s most understanding person.

* “Empty doll” oh honey…

* Ugh, human relationships are too complex.

“The Second Day”

* Wow, I didn’t expect to read about the history of colonial plantations in Sri Lanka in this book, but this series always surprises me. Proud of Seigi for knowing and thinking about this. And I just really appreciate that Tsujimura incorporates these difficult topics into her books. I bet it makes a lot of people aware of these issues for the first time.

* Jeffrey, this self-sabatage is exhausting. Please go to therapy to reconcile your past actions.

* Seigi, how can you not understand the meaning of this poem?! Please for once pick up what Richard is putting down! But of course Seigi turns it right back around on Richard once he knows the meaning lol.

* Wow, this gemstone test really does show how far Seigi has come since the start of the series. I’m really proud of him.

* Seigi is still deluding himself about Richard, huh? He tells Octavia he would be fine if Richard married someone else, but didn’t he quite literally have a breakdown about the thought of Richard getting back with Deborah in the last book? I do believe Seigi when he says what he wants is to be with Richard, and talk to Richard, and have Richard eat his cooking forever. But is that all he wants? Are his wants limited to their current dynamic because he still can’t fathom doing anything so unquestionably romantic with Richard? (I would argue that everything he listed is already romantic, but I mean things that society deems as romantic.) Or is their current dynamic actually all he wants? Which is totally fine, but I think we’ve seen plenty of evidence that Seigi would enjoy a more traditionally romantic relationship with Richard.

* I guess Octavia wanting to die is certainly rational, but it’s the rationality of a depressed mind who can’t think of the possibility that working things out with Richard could mean he would be back in her life in a positive way. All of the things Octavia has put Richard and Seigi and even Vince through totally check out as having been thought up by a mentally ill child. It’s all making sense now.

* I really do feel for Octavia, but allowing Seigi to place the blame on himself like this is crazy.

* “What about this was in any way grassy?” (102) 😂

* This domestic video game scene is really nice. I like when everyone gets along. 🥲

* “‘Argh, I fell! That’s major grass.” (104). I love Seigi so much. And I’m happy to have learned some Japanese internet slang.

* Fashion fantasy Henry! I love it! Really happy he was able to recover so well.

* HENRY OMG. He fucking went off! I hope Laurent understood some of that. I can’t believe Haruyoshi taught him that lmao.

* Not Richard trying to protect Seigi’s precious ears from the potential swearing. 😂

* Oh, Jeffrey…

* I know he didn’t hide it well, but damn, Richard, did you have to say that?! The man just got forcibly outed!

* “‘The name’s Vincent Lai. My occupation? Anything you can dream of, baby. My hobby? Giving up organs?’” (137). Vince, who even are you?! What a madman!

* I really want to see Richard play a video game..

* Omg my prayers were answered! 😭🙏🏼😭

* Wow. Henry has become a really strong person. I think he and Octavia could really be good for each other.

* “‘I’ll bite you, you know’” (167). Oh, honey. Pleas let this man be kind to you.

* Vince is such a good person. He’s had some ups and downs in the story but I really admire how he stuck by Octavia and helped her in his own way.

* Geez, that chapter was a rollercoaster!

“The Subsequent Days”

* That little ceremony was weird, but I’m so glad the Claremont bros are closer than ever!

* JOACHIM!!! What a queen!

* I’m so so fond of Seigi for seeing this man dressed in a very effeminate way he’s never seen before, and immediately accepting it and finding the beauty in that difference. Seigi has come a long way and I’m so proud of him.

* “The way he disregarded the concept of gender was fascinating” (183). I’m loving Joachim so much already. He and Seigi are very different but I hope they become good friends.

* Octavia wanting Seigi to hold onto her amber brooch for safekeeping. 🥹🥹🥹 And keep it next to Richard’s white sapphire. 🥹🥹🥹 So it won’t get lonely. 🥹🥹🥹 For real though, this shows so much growth for Octavia. I’m so glad she’s able to see that people care about her.

* OMG I WASN’T READY TO MEET DEBORAH OMGGG

* “Most of it ended up being about Richard” (189). Of course it did lol.

* “‘Was he… not handsome before?’” (190). Seigiiii

* “I was so loud, the kids in the stroller began to stir. Deborah smiled, stood up, spoke to the children by name, and picked up one in each arm. She must have really strong arms. I offered to help, so she smiled and passed me the little girl in the cream onesie. The baby pushed my face away with all her tiny power, and Deborah laughed and took her back. It was kind of demoralizing” (194). Obsessed that this is just in the middle of Deborah trying to explain to Seigi that Richard fell for him. I’m endlessly fond of Seigi and I love Tsujimura’s writing so much.

* “‘I would never hurt a dear friend and steal him away when he is using every scrap of power to deliver his everything into your hands’” (194). Me and Seigi rn: 😲😲😲

* “‘Well, enough of that. Do you have any interest in learning German? I would be a better teacher of Deutsch than he would’” (194). Okay, I’m obsessed with her.

* “You could never give up trying to share your soul. It was like trying to understand what elevated a mere rock to a gemstone in someone’s eye. It was that perpetual trying—that was what you could never give up.” (195-196).

* “‘I’m glad I was able to meet you. If you ever come to Berlin, let me know. I’d love to show you the sights.’ ‘…Does that invitation extend to Richard?’ ‘Oh, Richard doesn’t need a tour guide. He’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself’” (196). LOVE HER! She’s hilarious.

* Oh, honey. How can you still not realize that this is the good timeline? Richard is happy and fulfilled because of you!!

* HE WAS GOING TO KISS HIM OMGGGG! FUCK!!

* “Had I really tried to take a depression nap in the heart of this museum of wonders?” (206). Hhhhhhhh

* God, this is such an emotional rollercoaster.

* Richard, don’t even joke that you would have slapped him, I swear to god!

* I’m so sorry, THAT’S FUCKING CRAZYYYY! Seigi!!! AGDHDJSK

* “A group of people came around the corner and squealed when they saw us. Oops. I’m so sorry. Of course they squealed at a grown man down on one knee—I was blocking the path! They couldn’t get around me!” (214). ARE YOU JOKING?! SEIGI I TRULY HAVE NO WORDS RIGHT NOW.

* This book has rendered me truly speechless. I’m ascending.

* AND IT WAS PRIDE MONTH

* I’m truly so stunned. I have to go to bed now. But that was really something. I held my breath longer than was healthy. Holy shit.

* Okay I’m back.

* “Joachim turned and vanished into the house, his sequined high heels poking holes in the dirt of the yard as he went. Jeffrey had voiced his objection to this whole thing from moment one by trying to get dead drunk, but it was hard to get drunk on ginger beer alone. That didn’t stop him from acting inebriated and refusing to budge from his lounge chair” (219). Jeffrey is adjusting very well to being out, I see. 😂

* “Now that I was closing in on my mid-twenties, I felt like I was starting to get a hang of this whole ‘being alive’ thing” (224). Lol as someone in their mid-twenties rn, I can’t say I feel the same.

* Haruyoshi let’s gooooo! But lmao poor Henry. Language barriers are hard.

* “‘Oh, my dear sweet boy. You are screwed. Royally strewed’” (239). The way I’ve thought this about Seigi SO many times lmao.

* OKAY. So how can Seigi say something like “I can’t imagine myself getting ‘attached’ to anyone but Richard,” IN FRONT OF RICHARD no less, and still not understand the romantic implications of his thoughts and actions?! He’s truly beyond help.

* Wow. Well, at least Seigi understands that Richard had already been his “object of affection” for a long time.

* God, Richard crying is really getting to me. Richard, I want to say to you that it’s okay to ask Seigi for what you want out of your relationship. Make him truly think about what a romantic commitment means. You’ve already established that your relationship fits all of these standards, besides actually calling it romantic. Please just use that word! Yes, Seigi has some lingering internalized homophobia, and yes, he won’t think he’s good enough for you. But I know once the thought of a romantic relationship with you is in his brain, he’ll realize that’s what he’s been wanting. This whole time.

* But they should definitely get another dog. :P

“Epilogue”

* “My job would be Richard” (260). Yeah… but Seigi, do you know who you are as a person yet? I’m worried for your individuality. Codependency isn’t a good look.

* Not super sure about that ending. Firstly, I find it hard to believe that in the two years since the end of the previous chapter, no other developments in their relationship have occurred. Secondly, I do think Seigi will excel at being Richard’s personal secretary, but I can’t help but feel this will be a weird pergatory for them both. But we also have the example of Jeffrey and Joachim, who had a contractual relationship that turned into a romantic partnership. Those seeds have been laid in Seigi’s mind. Honestly, I just feel for Richard. How long will he let himself suffer in this undefined relationship? And I’m sure Richard feels that Seigi could be doing more with his life than being attached to his hip. At least they’ll be together for a long time, which is all both of them want, in the end.

The end of this volume felt like a closing point for this arch, and I know the next volume is a short story anthology. Soooo I think it’s time to start back at volume 1!!

[themuffin2649]

A random scenario where MC must choose to save Leon or Vincent.

Furby King: “AHAHAHAHAH!!! Thanks to my magic, I have your friends under my control, and there’s nothing you can do! Minions, SEIZE HIM!!!”

Although MC was trapped between the possessed Leon and Vincent, he saw Newt behind the Furby King ready to shoot the cure onto whichever LI he chooses.

If he chooses Leon:

MC wasted no time in pulling down Leon’s coat to expose his neck.

“NEWT, NOW!” He said, looking at his brother who shot the cure onto Leon. He screamed in pain for a moment before collapsing onto the ground, the Furby King’s curse being repelled from his body as he coughed out a Purple liquid.

“Ugh…. W-What happened?!” Leon said weakly, his eyes no longer a possessed purple hue.

“YOU IDIOT! Minion, seize them!”

“No Time, We gotta GO!!” MC said, Rushing Leon onto his feel and running while holding his hand.

The still possessed Vincent leaped for them, when they were suddenly knocked down by somebody.

“Reme! You came back!”

“No time for apologies, let’s go!”

“My army, GET THEM?!”

All 4 of them ran from the Furby King and his army. They stuffed themselves into Reme’s car and drove away from the army.

“Thanks… Thanks for saving me from the Furby King.”

“How could I, you’re my Best Friend.” MC said, holding Leon’s hand.

Both of them blushed, leaving Newt feeling like he’s awkwardly third-wheeling.

“Don’t worry Vincent, We’ll save you.”

~~ After the Furby King is Defeated ~~

“So there we were, possessed by the Furby King. Newt only had one cure, and waited for my Honeybee’s cue to save one of us. Between me and the Neanderthal, HE SAVED THAT DAMN NEANDERTHAL!!!”

Moria: “Vincent, we aren’t therapists, besides, if I had to pick between a friend of 8 years and someone I just met, I’d pick my friend.”

Jon: “Don’t be offended by this Vincent, this doesn’t mean that he hates you, he was in a lot of pressure and if he could, he would have saved both of you.”

Vincent: “BUT HE CHOSE HIM OVER ME!!!” Cries

Jon pats his shoulder while Moria fetches him a box of tissues.

——————————————

If he chooses Vincent:

MC wasted no time pulling Vincent’s hair away from his neck to expose the skin beneath.

“NEWT, NOW!” He said, looking at his brother who shot the cure onto Vincent. He screamed in pain for a moment before collapsing onto the ground, the Furby King’s curse being repelled from his body as he coughed out a Purple liquid.

“Mmm… Honey, what’s going on?”

“No time Vince, we need to go.”

“ARGH! Minion, SEIZE THEM!”

Leon charged at the two like a Truck, but was truck down by a shovel whacking his head.

“Reme! You came back!”

“GO! GO!!”

“YOU IDIOTS! My army, GET THEM!!!”

Reme whacked Leon again and everybody started heading away from the army with Newt and MC helping Vincent run and get into Reme’s car as they drove away from the growing army.

In the car, Vincent kissed MC on the cheek. “My hero.”

MC was surprised and didn’t speak, meanwhile, Reme and Newt shared a mutual awkwardness/disgust towards them.

“Don’t worry Leon, We’ll save you.”

~~ After the Furby King is Defeated ~~

“So we were both possessed by the Furby King, and Newt only had one cure. He waited for his Big Bro to choose who to save…. I’ve known him for 8 years. 8 YEARS!!! And he still chose that NARCISSITIC PRICK over ME!!!”

Jon: “Leon, He was under pressure and didn’t have a lot of time to think, besides, he probably thought that it would be easier to cure Vincent first seeing how muscular you are. ”

Moria: “Besides, he would have saved you both if given the chance. He saved you in the end, didn’t he?”

Leon: “BUT HE CHOSE HIM OVER ME!!!” Cries

Moria pats his shoulder while Jon fetches him a box of tissues.

[xreynadel]

MERROCK TASK #20

SOCIAL MEDIA

at what age did your character start using social media?

early high school so 14? 15?

did their parents monitor their use, if they were young?

as someone involved with law enforcement, you would think so.. but no, Reyna had free reign on social media

has your character ever had fake identities or accounts online?

Never

no shame: do they remember myspace? did they use it?

Yes, for a bit. She was in high school during the migration to Facebook.

who would be in their top eight today?

honestly, there isn’t many people Reyna would consider. her childhood best friends back in New York, Vince, perhaps people like Cage, Elise, or Amina who she considers the closest to her in Merrock.

what social media platforms do they use today?

Instagram and TikTok, she has a Facebook that is only touched when a notification pops up

do they have public profiles, or go private?

private aside from her real estate Instagram

how about their following? are they pretty lowkey, or do they have a decent following?

she knows a lot of people so her follower count is high relative to who she truly cares to connect with, it’s all about networking

do they tend to pick obvious usernames, ones with sentimental value, funny things? how do they decide?

she used to have more complex usernames years ago, since starting real estate all of her users are based on her legal name even with her personal accounts strictly locked down so it’s a variation of “reynadel” or “reydelgadillo”

profile pictures: the same across all platforms?

No, each platform gets their own

and just what profile pictures do they use?

selfies or professional headshots, updated quarterly

what kind of bio writer are they? silly, cute, sweet, or just basic?

you are lucky if you get a real bio, it’s usually just her name and location and a link to her real estate contact info

how much time per day would you say that your character spends on social media?

not as much as you would think unless she’s in bed scrolling before falling asleep, at least during the week. the weekends are a different story when she’s refusing to crawl out of bed before noon.

is there one platform that they visit more than others?

she uses Instagram and TikTok about equally

if they have kids, do they use social media? how do they feel about that? if not, and they want kids, will they let them use it someday?

No kids currently. Reyna likes to think she will be a strict mom who will monitor her kids closely, that includes social media. There was a lot she was exposed to at an age she wouldn’t be comfortable her children doing the same.

be honest: have they ever created an account for something else, like a hobby, or... to try to make their cat internet famous?

Nope. She would make Honey a page but let’s be honest, she’s too lazy to keep up with it

do they run any professional or business accounts?

she does have a real estate Instagram to promote her listings as not all of her clientele is local to Merrock

have they ever left a social media platform (or more than one) for any specific reason?

Twitter, for obvious reasons.

do they plan on using social media into their older ages?

Who knows what will be popular then, but sure. As of right now, yes. It’s important for business, especially.

have they ever made any long-lasting friendships through social media?

Not really, she uses it more to maintain existing long distance friendships.

or on the flip side, gotten into any big social media beef?

No, she knows better. It is too risky for brief moment of pettiness.

have they ever felt negatively impacted by social media as a user?

Not really, unless you count as a teenager. Girls can be mean. But she thinks she’s grown out of it.

who is their favorite person / account to follow on social media?

she follows plenty of luxury brands or interior designers that she quite enjoys

would they say that social media has had an overall more positive or negative impact on the world?

she’s pretty neutral. it certainly helps from a business perspective

and finally: a/s/l? (and do they know what that means?)

32/F/ME

[vinceleemiller]

The Danger of Rash Judgments and Unchecked Power | 1 Samuel 14:43-46

Have you made a rash judgment lately?

Welcome to the Daily Devo. I am Vince Miller.

This week, we are in 1 Samuel 14. I've titled this chapter "A Contrast Of Leadership Between Jonathan and Saul."

In the latter part of Chapter 14, we are surveying Saul's leadership and comparing it with Jonathan's. There is this hangover from that bad vow of Saul, and because of the vow, Saul does not hear from God. Saul is now hunting down the problem within his camp, and the lot has fallen to Jonathan. Now we pick up with what Saul does when he finds out he is not hearing from God because his son broke the vow he established that Jonathan had not heard in verses 43-46:

Then Saul said to Jonathan, “Tell me what you have done.” And Jonathan told him, “I tasted a little honey with the tip of the staff that was in my hand. Here I am; I will die.” And Saul said, “God do so to me and more also; you shall surely die, Jonathan.” Then the people said to Saul, “Shall Jonathan die, who has worked this great salvation in Israel? Far from it! As the Lord lives, there shall not one hair of his head fall to the ground, for he has worked with God this day.” So the people ransomed Jonathan, so that he did not die. Then Saul went up from pursuing the Philistines, and the Philistines went to their own place. — 1 Samuel 14:43-46

This underscores the kind of man and leader Saul is: insanely selfish to the point of injustice. And not just any injustice. Injustice that is willing to kill his son. This is sheer insanity. I cannot ever imagine saying something like this to any of my children, regardless of how sinful they were, and Jonathan has not sinned against God. I guess we know why Saul did not hear from God, and the Philistines were allowed to escape. It was the selfish rage within Saul's heart.

This text holds three essential lessons for us. First, we see that there are limits to the king's power in the newly founded monarchy. He is allowed to institute an oath or curse, but he is not allowed to enforce it if the extent of it is unjust. Second, this chapter summarizes the picture of Saul's leadership for the next 40 years. Third, and most importantly, the people stand up against Saul and for what is right to ransom Jonathan from Saul's unjust judgment.

This third point is important. We as believers have a responsibility to speak up for injustice when those in faith are served injustice. This may require us to stand against authority, which is risky but righteous. The saving grace of this chapter is Jonathan's faith. His faith fights two fights: first, a fight for Israel's saving the 600, and second, a fight for his own life before his father.

So, let's go back to yesterday's devotional. We talked about how to hear from God when he was silent. As we see, God was not silent. God, in the end, spoke. And he spoke through 598 godly voices who spoke up for one righteous man of faith and against one unjust judgment of a king. Thus, the sin has been found. God was silent to Saul because of his sin against his son and all of Israel, and God delivered his judgment in the silence.

As we close this chapter, let's remember that sometimes sin lies within us. If you are a leader of any kind, please deal with the sin and selfishness that live within your heart. Don't carry on with sin to the same level of stupidity as Saul. But if you do, or when you do, make sure and listen to the godly people around you. Righteous people will only follow you so far; at some point, you might need to follow them because they might be the voice of God.

#LeadershipLessons, #FaithInAction, #RighteousStand

Ask This:

In what ways might unchecked selfishness or pride be impacting your leadership or relationships? How can you address it before it leads to greater consequences?

When faced with an unjust situation, how can you discern when it’s time to speak up or take a stand, even if it means challenging authority?

Do This:

Test your heart and discern your judgments.

Pray This:

Lord, help me to recognize any selfishness or sin within my heart and give me the courage to address it. Grant me the strength to stand up for what is right, even when it’s difficult or risks challenging those in authority. Amen.

Play This:

Heart of God.

Check out this episode!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 12 - Part 3

*Warning - Adult Content*

Simon

What'd I miss?"

"We were just discussing how it's going to be fun watching the three of them grow up. Finding their mates and all that."

He glanced at the three of them working together to build things with the colored blocks.

"It sure will be."

Xavier had left with Jonah and Lilah, just as Sarah had taken Rowan to get ready for bed.

Aspen joined us outside on the patio.

"Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the food," Vince said.

"And for staying this time."

Aspen clapped his back.

"Rowan enjoyed it, despite how engrossed he was playing with the toys."

"I'm glad he was enjoying himself."

Vince smiled.

"And the gift too. He really does never let it out of his sight."

Aspen nodded.

"Hope you two can spend some time over again. Rowan and Sarah would really appreciate it."

"And you?"

I glared at him playfully.

He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I would too, maybe having you over for some babysitting now and then would be nice. Then we could go on date nights again."

I laughed.

"Alright, alright. Anything to be the best uncle."

Aspen laughed at that.

"Well, good night, you two. Enjoy yourselves."

"Good night," I told him before he headed back inside.

We took a couple of steps away from the house when Vince looked at me nervously, glancing past me.

"Did you want me to drive you back?"

"Back?"

"To Sam's," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I tilted my head.

"I said I was staying, remember?"

"Yeah but your belongings, aren't they still there? Like your clothes?"

Now that he mentioned that, I did basically come here without anything but my phone and wallet.

"Well, I could always just borrow one of your shirts, I guess."

He blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion, before gulping.

"Uh, sure."

"Perfect," I said.

"I'm quite exhausted from today, you probably are too."

Vince nodded.

"It's been... quite the day."

"Let's go home."

I held my hand out beside his.

"Shall we?"

He looked down at my hand, letting out a nervous breath.

A few seconds passed before the corners of his lips raised into a soft smile.

His hand interlaced with mine as his eyes trailed toward my face.

His smile grew as his gaze settled on mine.

"Let's go...." His voice trailed, and although he didn't say it, the unspoken home still left a warm feeling in my chest, one I was sure he had felt too. 

Vince

Simon stepped out of the bathroom donning one of my old shirts that reached his mid-thighs, a pair of my old shorts barely visible beneath it.

He had draped one of the towels over his shoulder, water droplets still falling from his honey hair.

"That's the smallest I had, sorry."

"Our sizes aren't that far off, just a tad longer. It's comfortable too."

He played with the hem of his shirt before smiling up at me.

He grabbed the towel from his shoulder and ran it through his hair haphazardly.

His hair stuck up in all sorts of directions, still quite damp even with the towel.

"Your, um... hair."

I bit my bottom lip.

"It's... sticking up a little."

I pointed to where it stuck out above his ear, shooting up toward the ceiling.

He reached a hand up, completely missing the spot as he smoothed an already smoothed out part of his hair.

"Did I get it?"

"Here, let me," I said, even though I was pretty sure Simon was only pretending to miss the askew hair strand.

As I lifted my hand to that spot, I remembered that time my wolf had tricked me into making this same gesture with him.

His smile was wider now, his eyes trailing from my hand up my arm to my face.

My fingers lingered against the side of his face as the memory of that time played out until I felt his hand wrap around my wrist.

"Thank you," he whispered, interlacing our fingers.

"For that and the shirt."

"It's just a shirt."

"I know," Simon said before squeezing my hand.

"But for letting me stay here, too. I wasn't sure if you'd be ready for that or for... any of this in general."

There was something surreal about holding his hand.

I had longed for this for so long that now that I had it, I never wanted to let go.

It felt like home like I had been the one away for years and was finally returning and now, I was beginning to understand what it meant to call a person your home.

He was my home and I wouldn't change it for the world.

"I do want this, ready for this, I mean."

"I am too."

I nodded, the feeling of butterflies growing in my stomach.

"Just nervous."

"Nervous?"

"Like... like this is all just a dream."

He let out an amused laugh before lifting his other hand to my cheek.

"This isn't a dream. When we wake up in the morning, I'll still be here."

"You promise?" the words tumbled from my mouth as I would wake at any moment and I needed to hear a reply before I woke up from the nightmare where he was gone again.

"I promise."

[almedas]

every nerve ending sends a signal that hazel ignores . he makes it sound so fucking easy , like a fairytale ending , but there's no happily ever after for them . regardless , she gives in without hesitation . she'll relinquish over any sense of control . she'll let him have her because she has him right now , in this moment , and that's more than yesterday . she hums softly as he grazes her , loathing that she's being teased like this right off the bat . vince knows exactly what he's doing . he wants to ruin her , and she craves it more than anything ; when his fingers finally run along her clothed heat , she presses into his touch even further , desperate for some kind of friction . she refuses to disguise her body's reaction . he can see it , feel it anyway .

" what do you want me to say ? that i think of you whenever he touches me ? when i touch myself ? " hazel answers so quietly , so faintly . yet there's no mistaking he heard every syllable in this deafening silence — a confession that's hidden beneath the surface . ( she just doesn't want to say it aloud ) . she's bound to think of vince whenever she crawls into bed with someone else . with him , everything comes so naturally . always aching for more . she tries not to think about the other women who've occupied his bed since . were they worth it ? did it feel good ? did he think about HER at all ? while holding his gaze , she's quick to forget . " i'm sure you remember . i look so pretty dripping all over your fingers . " she breathes , teeth latching onto her bottom lip .

the swiftness of his movements leave her breathless . but hazel doesn't mind . in fact , she welcomes it . she missed it . a breath hitches in her throat as he pushes her against the cool , metal surface . her underwear tugged down her legs reminds her just how close they are , how close they're going to be . and when he hovers over her , she can't think straight . her heart thrums like a drum and her mouth runs dry . as head lulls to peer up at him , she almost wants to say something that she shouldn't . she complies with his demand by shifting to help remove one of the last barriers between them . she lays there , fully exposed , admiring every aspect of him . fingers linger down the length of his torso before stopping right above the hem of his shorts . his words make her physically ache . " is that a promise ? " she asks , voice sweet like honey . her hand lowers to palm him through the fabric , noting how hard he is . all because of her . if he wants to be a tease , so can she . " — because he could walk in on us any second now . . . would be a shame if we only make it this far . " it's a warning , a challenge , and a plea all at once .

vince  allows  a  quiet  laugh  to  bite  out  of  him  ,  but  almost  immediately  winces  at  the  sharp  pain  in  his  ribs  when  he  does  .  she's  right  .  that's  hazel's  worst  and  best  trait  :  she's  always  correct  .  he  squres  her  with  a  look  .   “   i  know  i  want  you  .  ”   he  states  ,  as  if  it's  ever  been  that  easy  .  as  if  now  is  the  part  where  they  kiss  ,  the  curtains  close  ,  and  it's  a  happily  ever  after  .  vince  exhales  quietly  ,  but  it  sounds  so  loud  in  this  space  ,  in  the  air  between  them  .  she's  so  good  with  her  words  that  it  should  be  a  sin  .  she  knows  how  to  hit  him  where  it  hurts  ,  but  she  also  knows  how  to  make  him  fall  to  his  knees  and  pray  to  her  like  the  goddess  she  is  .  vince  has  prided  himself  on  being  strong  ,  but  then  he  met  hazel  and  he  realised  very  quickly  that  he  is  OH  ,  SO  WEAK  .  vince  chews  the  side  of  his  cheek  ,  watching  her  and  the  way  her  eyes  darken  with  lust  ,  matching  his  own  .  his  fingers  splay  out  on  her  thigh  ,  and  slowly  creep  up  closer  .  it's  ironic  ,  really  ,  that  this  is  the  only  time  they're  both  silent  .  the  only  time  hazel  really  lets  him  take  control  .  and  even  then  ,  they  know  it's  all  pretences  .  he  only  has  control  because  hazel  LETS  HIM  have  it  .  her  skin  is  shiny  gold  .  vince's  eyes  flicker  down  and  he  feels  his  throat  dry  up  at  how  his  hand  looks  on  her  .  he'll  never  get  tired  of  this  view  .  he  slides  his  hand  up  higher  and  higher  ,  until  it  disappears  completely  from  view  .  then  .  .  .  vince  allows  one  finger  to  reach  out  and  graze  the  edge  of  her  .     I  WANT  ALL  OF  YOU  ?  but  how  ?  she  doesn't  even  know  the  worst  of  him  .  she  can't  .  .  .  “   let  me  have  you  ,  then  .  ”   he  murmurs  out  . 

the  tension  climbs  and  climbs  ,  predictably  so  .  vince  can't  help  the  amusement  dancing  in  his  eyes  because  this  is  new  even  for  them  .  hazel's  boyfriend  is  right  outside  .  the  fact  that  she  HAS  a  boyfriend  is  enough  for  vince  to  want  to  bend  her  over  and  fuck  her  right  then  and  there  ,  to  whisper  ,  ‘  i  know  he  doesn’t  do  this  to  you  ,  does  he  ?  ‘  .  it  makes  him  want  to  snap  .  to  engulf  her  whole  .  and  she’s  encouraging  him  .  no  sign  of  hesitation  ,  or  regret  .  vince  allows  another  laugh  to  huff  out  of  him  and  he  pulls  his  gaze  away  from  her  for  a  second  ,  scouring  over  the  locker  room  .  EMPTY  AND  ABANDONED  ,  just  like  vince  has  always  been  .  if  she  just  wants  a  fuck  then  vince  will  gladly  give  it  to  her  .  he'd  be  lying  to  everyone  if  he  said  he  didn't  miss  the  feeling  of  hazel  wrapped  around  him  ,  panting  into  his  ear  ,  nails  dragging  down  his  skin  .  but  he  also  liked  the  other  parts  that  came  with  it  .  holding  her  hand  after  ,  watching  her  eyes  fall  lidded  and  sleepy  .  TAKING  HER  HOME  .  and  he  doesn't  get  to  do  that  this  time  .  “   why  haven't  you  fucked  damon  ?  ”  he  asks  ,  bluntly  ,  and  at  the  same  time  ,  he  allows  his  fingers  to  reach  up  finally  and  touch  along  her  panties  .  he  finds  her  heat  easily  because  he  always  does  .  BECAUSE  HE  KNOWS  HER  BODY  .  his  fingers  slide  along  her  ,  feeling  a  dampness  there  .   “   did  you  come  here  just  to  remember  what  it's  like  ?  with  my  fingers  inside  you  ?  ”  vince  breathes  out  ,  eyes  meeting  her  hard  . 

SHOW  ME  HOW  MUCH  YOU'VE  MISSED  ME  .  .  .  it's  like  something  snaps  within  vince  .  he  reaches  over  and  pushes  the  bandages  and  antiseptic  on  the  floor  ,  where  it  clatters  .  he  grabs  hazel  and  pushes  her  onto  the  cold  metal  surface  of  the  bleacher  .  his  hands  hurriedly  move  up  to  her  underwear  ,  yanking  it  off  without  a  second  thought  .  his  mouth  hasn't  touched  her  and  he  won't  let  it  .  he's  not  going  to  kiss  her  ,  because  the  longing  will  only  amplify  when  he  does  .  if  she  wants  to  get  fucked  by  him  ,  then  that's  all  this  will  be  .  HE  CAN  DO  THAT  .  they  can  stop  pretending  with  the  rest  of  this  shit  .  vince  moves  to  straddle  over  her  ,  his  entire  body  aches  ,  but  adrenaline  has  taken  over  .  his  bruised  hand  reaches  up  to  touch  her  face  for  a  second  and  he  looks  at  her  with  wonder  .  almost  adoration  .  then  ,  like  the  big  bad  wolf  he  is  ,  it  morphs  .   “  take  this  off  .  ”   vince  demands  ,  pulling  up  her  shirt  ,  so  he  can  finally  see  her  properly  .  finally  .  just  like  they've  both  been  waiting  for  .  “  fuck  hazel  .  i  don't  know  how  you're  gonna  go  back  to  your  boyfriend  when  i'm  done  .  ” 

[bellysoupset]

Omg Max is such a sweetheart I loveee him!! Please can we get a part 2!!

She looked like Snow White, Max decided, as he sat in the little chair that was adjacent to Vince's dining table and separated his bedroom area from the kitchen.

Wendy was curled up in the bed, having all but blacked out the minute he dragged her inside of Vince's place. Max had found a mixing bowl and planted it on the ground next to her, managed to get a pillow under her head and well... That was it. He had no idea what else to do.

He had texted Vince, but the texts were marked as not received and Max didn't know if this was because Vince was driving or because he had no signal... Either way, Max couldn't just leave her.

On the bed, Wendy let out a groan and rolled on her side, curling up. Max was up in a second, unsure if he should step closer or not, so he just stood there in the most awkward way, whispering "Wendy?"

She stirred once more, the let out something close to a sob and Max couldn't just do nothing, so he tiptoed closer, crouching next to the bed, "hey..." he whispered, pushing the hair away from her eyes. Her face was scrunched up with pain, clammy with nausea as well, eyes squeezed shut, "you need anything?"

"Where- Where is Vin?" Wendy's voice was raspy, thick with tears she was trying and failing to keep at bay.

"He's coming," Max lied, hoping it wasn't a lie. He rubbed her arm, "can I-"

He never quite finished the sentence, because Wendy's bottom lip wobbled and she let out a pitiful sniffle, curling into a little ball and starting to openly cry.

"Shit, no, please don't cry..." Max planted a hand on her back, mentally cursing as she continued to sob like a family member had just died. Between her sobbing, though, Max could hear a mumbled mess of words, Vince's name and something about not being fair.

He was so not equipped to deal with this.

Under his hand, suddenly, Wendy's body jerked and Max heard clearly as a sob turned into a hiccup, followed by a whimper. He cringed, "hold on, I got you-" Max rolled her over the edge and brought up the bowl, holding it under her chin just in time to catch a thin dribble of vomit, "there you go..." he cooed and Wendy let out another small noise, more tears falling and causing his stomach to sink. Max was certain he was messing this up, he just hoped he wasn't hurting her.

Outside, he heard the roar of Vince's motorcycle, and Max's head snapped up, just as Wendy's let out an anguished noise and grabbed the pillow, smothering her face with it.

The door opened as Vince entered, carrying a bunch of groceries in one arm and his helmet in the other... Then he frowned, "what the hell?"

"Thank God you're-" Max cut himself short as his voice caused Wendy to whimper, reminding himself to lower it, "I don't know what to do," he whispered, gesturing to Wendy, while Vince dropped everything he was carrying on top of the couch and walked closer.

Max was very, very aware Vince was a big guy, but he hadn't truly seen him as threatening until this moment, as Monacelli towered over him with a big frown pulling his brows together and his lips down, arms crossed, "What happened?"

The blonde cringed, getting up from the edge of the bed quickly and moving away from the bed as fast and as much as the small room allowed him, "she's sick," he whispered, "I found her on the side of the road," a shorter version of the truth, "headache."

Vince's frown wasn't vanishing, but rather morphing into something different. He got closer to the bed, sitting on the spot Max was previously occupying, and touching Wendy's arm, "Wen? Honey?"

She whimpered and Max realized the frown now was guilt. Vince gently pulled away the pillow Wendy was trying to suffocate herself to death with, smoothing her hair as if she was made out of porcelain, "honey," he whispered, "how bad is it? Hospital bad?"

Wendy opened her eyes, the tears having glued her lashes together, "where were you?"

If Max wasn't right there — in the corner of the room, feeling like an intruder — he would've thought Vince got punched, judging by the look on his face. His voice cracked slightly as he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm here now..." and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I'm gonna make it better."

He straightened up, letting out a breath, then stood up, "did she throw up?" Vince whispered, moving around the house. He wasn't making a single noise as he opened a dresser and got out a t-shirt and some shorts, throwing them on the bed, then returned from the bathroom with a hand towel soaking wet.

"Yeah, a bunch," Max whispered, wishing the ground would disappear and swallow him up, "back in the road when I found her and just now too..." and he still stunk like Monster Energy, oh yeah.

"She didn't drink any water?" Vince folded the wet towel and pressed it to Wendy's forehead. Her relieved sigh was audible. Max shook his head, feeling a wave of guilt.

"She seemed too nauseous so-"

"Okay," Vince wasn't even glancing his way, moving in a fury around the room, side stepping him and filling up a plastic bottle covered in glitter and stars with water. That was definitely not for adults.

He walked back to the bed, moving Wendy slightly so his hand was on the back of her head, propping her up against his chest slowly, "honey," Vince whispered, lips pressed to her temple, "I want you to try and drink some water, okay?"

"Noooo," Wendy turned her head, burying her face against her boyfriend's stomach, "not-not gon' stay down..."

Vince squeezed her a bit more, "we need to try just a little bit, sweetheart," he rolled her back, then waved his hand at Max, gesturing for him to come closer.

Eager to be useful, Max nearly tripped over himself, "yeah?"

"Drawer," Vince mouthed, pointing his bedside table, not making any sound. Max opened it, then looked at him quizzically, as Vince pointed a green and white bottle inside of it. He raised in front of the man's eyes and Vin nodded in approval, raising one single finger, before continuing to rub Wendy's arm in a soothing manner.

Max got one white pill in his palm, just as Vince said, "one big gulp for the meds and I'm going to let you sleep, okay Wen?"

She let out a little mewl sound, but whatever that meant Vince clearly took it an affirmation, because he took the pill from Max's hand, pushing it against Wendy's lip and then bringing the toddler bottle.

Max watched in apprehension, half convinced she was going to choke or puke it up, but Wendy gulped down the meds, then greedily took another gulp, before curling back up, pressing her forehead to the cold towel and going completely still.

What now?

The room was dead quiet and Max wanted to pace around, but he knew that wouldn't help, "I'm gonna go get her car," he whispered, grabbing Wendy's abandoned keys from the counter.

Vince's eyes snapped up, as if he had forgotten Max was there at all, then he nodded, the frown melting away for the first time since he had crossed over the threshold, a smile wrinkling his face and making Max realize he had vampy fangs, "thank you Max, really, thank you."

His stomach filled up with butterflies and Max cursed himself silently. So much for altruistic helping, uh?

"Yeah, uh-" his cheeks burned and he scratched at his beard, ready to bolt, "any time... I'll drop of her car and go home, alright? Unless you need anything?"

"No, we're alright... Thank you, man, I owe a big one."

"No, you don't," Max whispered, walking to the door, "but you do owe me a shirt, your girlfriend puked on mine."

[marvelobsessed134]

Shades Of Cool

Requested: No, I’m just down bad for current!Vince

Warnings: daddy kink sorry not sorry, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, squirting, spitting, age gap (Vince is in his sixties and the reader is 23) and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any, I don’t proofread.

Pairings: Current!Vince x YoungerFem!Reader

Summary: You’re Vince’s girlfriend, despite the age gap between the two of you. And one day you get bored and decide to spice things up.

It was a sunny day in Nashville, Tennessee. You were sitting outside on the back patio in your favorite sundress and a large sun hat drinking lemonade while reading your favorite book. Vince has been in his study all day working on something you don’t even know what. That man can be so confusing sometimes.

You sighed and leaned back in the black iron chair. The birds were chirping and the small waterfall in the koi pond you had installed was all you could hear. You bit your lip thinking about how to cure your sudden boredom.

And idea popped in your head. A rather naughty one that could either get you in trouble or rewarded. You smirked and giggled get up, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You’re suddenly antsy now. You walked up the beautiful marble staircase and into your shared bedroom. You walked into the closet and opened your special drawer which is full of lingerie. Some you haven’t worn yet. You decided to go for a bubblegum pink lacy teddy. Pairing it with your fuzzy satin pink heels and curling your hair a bit, you walked towards the door of your boyfriend’s study.

Softly knocking on the door, you heard a “come in” and opened it slowly, peaking your head through it without showing your body.

The blonde looked up at you from his desk and smiled, “Hey, babydoll. What’s up?”

You love when he calls you that. Suddenly you’re feeling shy. Not as confident as you did when you first got the idea and put the outfit on. You blushed and slowly walked in, closing the door behind you.

Vince got a good look of your attire. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. His pretty little babydoll.

“God damn, honey. This all for me?” He asked.

You nodded, crossing your leg behind the other, nervously playing with the hem of the short nightie as you bashfully looked up at him. “Yeah, I was bored.” Your face was red hot right now and his lustful gaze didn’t help.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something for daddy.” His voice suddenly sounded. You quickly nodded and sped walked to him before getting on your knees and undoing his belt. His large cock sprang free after pulling down his boxers. You wrapped your hand around the base and put your mouth on the tip before lowering it, allow him to go deeper and deeper into your mouth. When his cock hit the back of your throat you gagged, and pulled him out of you.

“Don’t think you’re gonna stop there, sweetheart. Come on, suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Your pussy was drenched at his words and you slowly sunk your mouth back down his shaft. Vince moaned when you started to pick up the pace. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head feeling like the king of the world right now.

“Oh fuck yes. Such a good girl.” He groaned out.

You swirled your tongue around it as you sucked, once in awhile pushing down deep into your throat.

“I’m gonna cum, and you better swallow it.” Vince said and you nodded ever so slightly, his cock still in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down until you felt his load in your mouth, running down your throat. You groaned in pleasure as he moaned loudly. The singer pulled you off of him and helped you up, before pushing the papers of song lyrics off the desk and moving his laptop in a safer place, setting you on his desk.

Instinctively, you spread your legs.

Vince pulled off his shirt before kissing you again, grinding his bare cock against your damp panties. “Fuck Y/n.” He groaned. “Mmm daddy…” you whined.

“What do you need babygirl?” He asked, searching your lust filled eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He said before ripping the teddy off of you causing your gasp at the sound of the seams ripping. He pulled down your panties with his teeth before lining up against your wet pussy. Slowly pushing in, you both moaned. You gripped his shoulders as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck, baby.” All you could do was moan and throw your head back as he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot every time.

“Ahh, daddy…I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, looking into his eyes as tears streamed down your face. Vince believed you couldn’t look any more beautiful.

“Im right behind you baby.” He grunted, squeezing your tits and spitting on them. You clenched around him and came as soon as he did. He quickly pulled his dick out to see you squirt all over the desk and yourself mixed with his cum.

“Oh my god, fuck yes that’s so fucking hot.” He said, catching his breath.

The blonde gave you a sweet kiss before saying, “Come on, let’s take a shower. Round two?”

You giggled, “You know it, rockstar.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I think it also probably plays a role that Vince and Kauri are a bit too similar for comfort, right? Vince is like a reflection of who Kauri really is, all the trauma and escapism and drug abuse — he is just much worse at hiding it both from others and from himself. It probably doesn’t sit right with Kauri just how much of Vince he sees in himself.

Peel away the self-delusion, and Kauri’s life is just as bleak as Vince’s. Even after Kauri’s escape, Vince is still a living reminder of everything Kauri is trying to run away from. No matter how hard he tries, Kauri is still Vincent Shield. He must hate that.

Let me give you a little somethin'-somethin' that I wrote once but never fit into anything so it just sat in my word docs gathering dust...

-

Vince looks up from the papers spread across the table as the door opens and closes. Nat waves one hand. "Don't worry about it, it's Kauri."

"How can you tell?"

"I know what it sounds like when he comes in." She doesn't elaborate and doesn't look up, either. She highlights, bright yellow line across a series of bolded black numbers. "This is the grant we get that helps cover the cost of food. With the recession, they're cutting the amount we receive by about a third."

"Uh-huh." Vince looks towards the doorway, watching, endlessly curious about the strange hostile clone of himself that sometimes sleeps here, more often elsewhere. "I'll cover it. The check can come through Dynastic Blood Technologies, they donate annually to you anyway."

"Vince, are any of your shell companies real?" Nat has a smile in her voice, leaning her cheek against her hand as she makes a note in pen.

"All of them are. Legally speaking. But Dynastic actually is a real research company. Trying to cure hemophilia, I think. I don't remember. I just went in on it as a co-founder, I don't remember much about the day to day. Yulia does all the detail stuff."

"Hm. So-... Okay, moving on to this-"

Vince flinches when Kauri pops into the doorframe from sheer surprise. Those blue eyes skip him entirely, refusing to land, and he doesn't blame him - direct focus tends to make Kauri black out and wake up with one hell of a headache. Or so he says. Vince has only seen it happen once.

"Hey, Nat."

"Hi, Kauri. You staying the night this time?"

"Nah. Just in dire need of a shower and some food that didn't come from McDonald's. Is Jake home?"

"Nope. Class."

"Damn. It's not Tuesday?"

"Wednesday."

Vince blinks. "You don't know what day it is?"

Kauri still won't look at him, but the smile drops off his face. "Can't read, asshole. Counts for calendars, too. Sometimes I lose fucking track of the date. They wiped all that smart shit away."

"Right. Sorry."

"Apology appreciated but maybe just fuck off next time you want to ask stupid questions. That's why I'm here, remember?"

"Kauri, be nice," Nat warns. "To Vince and to yourself." She looks up now, and Vince looks at her while fiddling with the travel mug in his hands. He undoes the lid and snaps it back. Finally takes a sip. The burn down his throat feels good.

Kauri snorts. "Whatever. What about Chris, is he around?"

"He is, but... He's having a hard day. Nightmares and then I did something wrong at breakfast, not sure what, he didn't seem to be able to explain it. But he's a little shaky."

"Oh. Should I... leave him alone, or..."

"No, honey. Go on up there, he'll be thrilled to see you. Just don't turn the light on. I think he's in Jake's room."

"Cool. How long is Sexiest Man of the Year going to be here?"

Vince groans, taking another drink. "Don't talk about that. Someone on my management team off paid People Magazine, I swear."

"Probably."

Vince feels his face warm and stares down at the paperwork on the kitchen table. "... Kauri, listen-"

"Nope."

"Vince and I are finishing up," Nat interjects smoothly. "He should be out of here in an hour or so, and we'll go out to lunch."

"Great. Hey, Vince, I wanted to ask you something."

Vince looks up, and Kauri is looking off to the side, his profile what Vince sees. Nearly identical to his own, years ago, at this age. Just with longer hair and paler skin. "What?"

"Is drinking yourself to death helping?"

He blinks and looks down at his travel mug, then back up. "This is coffee."

"Hm, not all of it though, huh? So is it helping? The liquor? Make you feel better, help you sleep at night?"

Some vicious hurt creature inside Vince lashes out, and before he can stop himself he hears his own voice asking, "Not really. Does fucking everyone who looks at you help you?"

Nat opens her mouth to protest or stop them, but before she can, Kauri laughs. The brittle bright laughter rings through the room, and he turns away, headed for the stairs.

"Can't hurt me by calling me what I already know I am, movie star," He says, carelessly, tossed over his shoulder as he takes the steps two at a time. "Hurts way worse to remember what I'm not."

Vince stares after him, then takes another swig from the travel mug. Whiskey and coffee, the blend of burn and bitterness.

"... Why is he better at that than me?" He mutters.

Nat looks over at him, then back towards the entryway, listening to the creak of Kauri walking across the old wooden hall above their heads. "He practices," She says, voice low. "All the time."