#youre probably gonna get more of michael in dresses and skirts from me

[akalikai]

michael deserves pretty dresses!! (and gerry deserves to panic over his pretty boyfriend in aforementioned pretty dresses)

there WILL be a part 2 to this. eventually. soon.

[dahliaslove]

⭑ HC’S OF SLASHERS WITH A BIMBO S/O

⭑ authors note: this was very fun to make so feel free to request any similar head canons also lmk if i should make a part two with more slashers :)

⭑ warnings: small mention of kidnapping, some of them immediately make your appearance sexual (sorry but they’re very mentally unstable), stalking, mention of panty stealing, corruption kink, aged up stu as if he got away with the killings and went on to college, small mention of fucking in a bathroom, basically they’re all perverts to some extent (sorry)

⭑ characters: thomas hewitt, michael myers, bo sinclair, lester sinclair, vincent sinclair, stu macher

no detailed smut, but minors don’t interact please!

THOMAS HEWITT

- living in the conservative and rural south, i doubt he’s seen many people decked out in as much pink as you while also simultaneously wearing as little clothing as possible

- luda mae will definitely judge you by the way you dress but once she gets to see how well you treat her tommy she’s letting it slide and excusing it by saying that it’s necessary to dress like that in the heat or something

- once you’re an established person in the hewitt residence i feel like they wouldn’t really have to hide their cannabalism from you too hard due to you being you know . . . oblivious

- hoyt would 100% make some sort of remark to you that has thomas fuming, like he knows you’re such a kind and gentle person and hoyt should not be trying to get with you like that, even if you don’t necessarily notice that he’s being sleazy toward you

- i know thomas would low key struggle to contain himself around you and is definitely ashamed about it because he should not be feeling this way when you’re not even doing anything necessarily sexual

- like he feels pathetic palming himself in secret while thinking about you in your short skirts and tight tops but after you find out about this he’ll absolutely let you help him out with it

- imagine trying to calm the creaking from his bed so his family doesn’t hear as you ride him silly with your skirt rolled up your thighs and his big hands holding onto your waist . . .

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MICHAEL MYERS

- the amount of pink you’re wearing is what first catches michaels attention. he definitely stalks you at first and just watches you waltz around in your bright pink attire, oblivious to michael watching you, very obviously too.

- to be honest i think this would frustrate him at first, like why aren’t you noticing that there a dangerous man following you around?!

- oh my god and if you’re someone who constantly forgets to lock their doors? michael is literally taking that as an invitation to break into your place. he doesn’t even bother to hide whenever you come walking down stairs in your short and cutesy matching pajama top and bottoms, he just waits for you to notice.

- mans is absolutely baffled whenever you turn to him and instead of freaking out, you just smile and ask him if he’s hungry. i would like to say that he would take this invitation and take a container of whatever food you have and then just awkwardly leave and question his whole entire existence.

- he comes back though, because even murderers have to eat, right? he just keeps coming back to your house frequently until he’s practically living with you.

- i feel like one day you would probably see him on the news while looking for something to watch and be like oh my god my new roommate is a killer? well . . . he hasn’t hurt me so it’s whatever i guess . . . wait! that’s why he never pays rent?

- once you guys cross the line from roommates to a couple, he will honestly be a little concerned for your well-being, like how does someone as oblivious as you even make it through the day?

- don’t worry though, michael will absolutely stalk you to check in on you and will murder anyone who does anything to you :)

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BO SINCLAIR

- to be honest, this mf is gonna sexualize you immediately. He’s turning his charm levels all the way to 11 and trying to win you over in his own manipulative and slightly hot way though.

- he definitely gets annoyed by you being clumsy, but he uses that as an opportunity to 100% be a pervert by letting his hands wander or just straight up staring down at your tits or ass.

- trust me, as soon as this man is in your vicinity he is rock hard because he literally has the dirtiest mind ever and has absolutely no chill. ( this makes the sex 1000% better though )

- he for sure has nude polaroids of you in his wallet, like imagine gifting them to him sealed with a bright lipstick stain on the back and a cutely drawn heart. he also jacks off to these in the back of his shop because he has no shame when it comes to you as i said earlier.

- he probably wouldn’t worry much about you leaving due to you being oblivious to the situation you’re in but he would definitely be more protective of you because of this when you get to know each other more.

- like if any tourist tries to do or say anything to you that he doesn’t like? he’s gonna try and keep his act together with clenched teeth and a strained smile before killing them off himself instead of sending them to vincent or something.

- definitely makes fun of you for being a naive klutz though. like he will manipulate you to the max to get you to comply for him, he’ll say things like “just please do it for me, okay sugar?” and have you wrapped right around his finger.

- the same kinda goes the other way, just to an extent. after a while of you laying some sweet loving on him he’ll definitely be asking lester to pick you up some pretty lipsticks and anything that he thinks you’ll find cute.

- over all, you’re bo’s walking wet dream and he literally can not get over you especially after you guys get in a relationship and to you he’s just your silly little mechanic boyfriend who lives in a weirdly empty town.

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LESTER SINCLAIR

- lives for the aesthetic and finds you so pretty but is a total pervert and he, like bo, uses your naivety to his advantage

- he gives panty stealer vibes to me, like i know he probably acts all innocent and puppy eyed around you but as soon as you look away for one second he’s going into your room and stealing your panties you know? (he still does it while you’re in a relationship too, because this man can not be stopped)

- say you work at a cute little diner he likes to frequent (because of you) he will go there every other day and butter you up only to leave the parking lot of the diner and jerk off into his hand on the side of some abandoned road . . .

- he will find a way to be with you whether it be literally stealing you away or finding you on the side of the road after your cars broken down and convincing you to stay with him. and with the second option being more likely (he will mess with your car and plan out the whole thing) you won’t even realize he’s got you tied in with him forever

- you’ll just think lester is the sweet southern man from the diner who’s turned into your boyfriend who takes care of you and let you move into his place really quickly

- He absolutely has a corruption kink, like he loves the idea of being with someone so perfect and just absolutely ruining them. he also definitely has you christen his truck for “good luck” by fucking you in there until you’re a sticky sobbing mess.

- but on the softer side of things, i know lester is so greatful for you and can’t believe that someone as sweet and pretty as you could love him. especially as someone who wasn’t loved properly as a child :(

- and he’s so protective over you too because he knows how mean the world can be and he doesn’t want anyone else to hurt you. so he’s definitely extra careful when he has you in the car and is picking up tourists. it’s low key funny because he’s over here worried they’re gonna say something mean to you and not that you’re gonna find out what he’s luring them into. if they do something though, he makes sure to tell his brothers to make their death slow and painful :)

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VINCENT SINCLAIR

- he absolutely adores you, like he loves having a silly lil naive pink loving partner.

- anytime you’re having one of your airhead moments he will calmly explain to you in more detail until you understand what he’s talking about :(

- he loves drawing you, he does it so much it’s to the point where his pink colored pencils are getting shorter and are always dull from use. he hangs the drawings up all over his walls and stuff too, which literally has you leaving kisses all over him and drowning him in compliments (he gets very flustered)

- tries to keep you away from the fact he turns people into wax statues, but is glad that you don’t even seem to notice! imagine you complimenting him on how life like they look and he’s like :-|

- probably very protective over you, especially if you come into contact with bo . . . who has no shame in flirting with you but you’re just like no thanks i have a perfectly awesome and cool boyfriend :) (bo’s ego was very hurt that day)

- this immediately has him rolling all over the house and happily dancing because he loves you so much and you’re all his

- just because he feels like this doesn’t also mean he’s not a perv like the rest of them though (you thought you were safe muahaha) he probably has so many nude drawings of you, mans absolutely gets every detail in them too

- he hides them from you at first but if you find them . . . oh my lord he’s gonna be so embarrassed . . . and hard. seeing him depict you so beautifully, probably splayed out on pink sheets too, immediately has you on your knees for him.

- i don’t care i would suck this man dry to show my appreciation, like until he has tears in his eyes and he’s just uncontrollably bucking his hips into your mouth

- basically he loves you in pink and is your #1 supporter!!!

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STU MACHER

- absolutely whipped for you and you have him following you around with heart eyes all over campus

- doesn’t tell you about his side hobby of killing people, because he honestly doesn’t feel the need too since you believe him anytime he says the red staining his shoes is paint.

- absolutely gives you the princess treatment since he has all that money from his rich parents, so he buys you new clothes, gives you mail money, money to get your hair done, ect, ect.

- but he also does it with his actions you know? like he absolutely opens the door for you with a dramatic bow and says something like “after you, m’lady”

- he’s the type of guy that will go out of his way to look up your skirt to fluster you though

- he’s still a pervert but he’s more jokey about it, for example, he makes all sorts of dirty jokes and giggles like a maniac when you don’t understand them. when you do though, you’ve got him down on his knees for you, if you respond back by flirting, just know he’s taking you off to some bathroom and absolutely fucking you dumb and when you’re done he’s flipping your skirt back down and leaving the bathroom with a spring in his step.

- basically you’re just his sweet lil bimbo partner who he spoils endlessly in kisses n’ nice stuff who thankfully never notices the blood staining random items in his apartment :)

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[angryschnauzer]

Full Mast - Part 2

Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a kidnapping that goes wrong... leaving you in the care of a band of pirates that seem to treat you better than your husband ever did.

Part 1, 

Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, August Walker x Reader, Walter Marshall x Reader, Mikey (Hellraiser) x Reader.

A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.

Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Blowjobs, Multiple Blowjobs, Multiple Partners, Implied Age Gap (but never confirmed). Pretty Poly Pirates.

Only the finest organic free range typos for me, allowed to run wild and free.

Full Mast part 2

Standing in the grand cabin you took in your surroundings; the large table that was half covered in maps, the scattered chests and crates, the large four poster bed with messy linens. You wondered if the Captain had many other women between those sheets, or whether he kept his liaisons to his time on shore. At the mere thought of the man that had just taken your innocence you felt your stomach clench and another wave of arousal coat your already soaked petals. 

A quiet knock at the door drew your attention, smiling when you saw Mikey come in pulling a large chest and setting it down in the middle of the room;

“So err… Captain says there should be some stuff in here that will be ok for you, so umm… help yourself Miss…”

“Thank you Mikey”

The young man must be at least 20 yet a blush covered his cheeks as you spoke to him, and with a nervous smile he nodded his head and left the room, half tripping on the rug as he did so before slamming the door shut.

Stripping out of your ruined clothing you saw a pitcher of water and a bowl on the side, using it to wash the Captain's seed from your thighs. Crossing the room in just your silk stockings you opened the chest and pulled out a number of items, gauging what would fit. Looking around you set the items onto the large bed, pulling the covers straight as you made your choice and a thought came to mind.

-

Sy stood outside his cabin, his hand hovering over the door handle. What had he gotten himself into? When he’d heard that his old friend Walter was having issues on the island, he’d set sail immediately and between the two of them and his right hand man Walter, they’d come up with a fool proof plan; kidnap the lord’s young trophy wife, demand not even a ransom - just what they were due, return her unharmed. Instead he ended up with another officer onboard, a woman on his ship that was said to bring bad luck, and the puzzle of what the hell to do with her now it had been made abundantly clear that her husband didn’t want her back. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, expecting the worst…

“Darlin?... Don’t be mad…”

He looked around the room, surprised that at first he wasn’t pelted with whatever wasn’t tied down, but when he couldn’t see you at all he frowned.

“Captain, over here…”

His jaw dropped when he saw you, kneeling on his bed, bare save for your stockings and a smile. Crossing the room he came to stand at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as his gaze traversed your naked body;

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…I don’t know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t this…”

With a single finger he beconned you towards him, watching as you moved until you were up on your knees, his large hand at the back of your neck and you were kissing again, his glorious tongue exploring your mouth as your hands clung to his shirt. Deliberately falling back on the bed you pulled him with you, his mouth making its way to your breasts where he lavished each one with full mouthed kisses, his tongue laving over the hardened peaks before pressing a trail of kisses down your stomach before settled at the apex of your thighs;

“Gotta be the prettiest little Puss i’ve seen in a long time, bet you’re as sweet as a peach too…”

His tongue swiped a wide path through your folds, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his beard tickled you and he did to you things you’d only read about in the secretive books that were hidden in the depths of your husbands library.

“Oh Captain!” you gasped as his tongue dived into your soaked entrance, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit and you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation of the inevitable. Seemingly in no need of air he continued to work the thick muscle inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure until the point of no return was met and you came with a cry, your legs clamping around his head. 

Finally he pulled himself free of your grasp, climbing up the bed until he was nestled between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. Holding himself up on his strong arms he looked down at you beneath him;

“This time i’m gonna take my time and savour it…”

Your hands found their way to his breeches, unbuttoning him and gasping as his hot flesh sprung into your palm, heavy and weeping with need you guided him to your entrance. As he plunged into your depths the world seemed to fade around you; you’d had a taste of heaven and now you wanted more;

“You’re so big…”

“You want me to slow down Darlin?”

“No! It feels… so good…”

With practiced skill he rocked into you, slow but rough thrusts that had his length hitting a spot deep inside you’d had no idea that existed. The man had probably fucked his way around half of the Carribean but for a barely touched blossom as yourself he cherished the way your petals opened around him. 

He continued to fuck you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling your body tighten around him and tremble, he slid a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your sensitive pearl, a grin spreading across his face as you came again with a shout of his rank;

“That’s a good girl, so fucking good… almost there…”

He quickly pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach, watching as rope after rope of his creamy seed patterned your body, before he fell to your side, his chest heaving. Covering his eyes he let out a shaky breath;

“What the fuck have i gotten myself into…” He peeped out from between his fingers, smiling at you before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, finally resting his forehead against yours; “Wait there a moment Darlin, i’ll get you cleaned up”

-

You’d dressed in front of your Captain, watching how he admired your choices from where he sat at the long table;

“Wasn’t expecting you to go for breeches…” he commented as you fastened the half length velvet garment, your stockings beneath the knee length trousers. A loose shirt with a wide leather belt fastening it at your waist was the only other garment you put on, standing in front of him and doing a little twirl; “Very nice… and practical”

“I spent ten years of my childhood aboard spice ships, running up ladders and rigging in skirts was a recipe for disaster.”

You crossed the room and sat across his lap;

“So, how is this going to work? You gonna drop me at the next port, leave me to my own devices? Wait until we’re in shark infested waters and throw me overboard?”

“What? Now why would i do that to a pretty little thing like you?”

“Well I know you didn’t end up with the outcome you were hoping for, and now you’re stuck with a ransomee that isn’t due any ransom”

He let out a sigh;

“I wouldn’t do that… it ain’t your fault your husband had the balls of a eunuch. No, i’m sure we can find a use for you, even if it’s just warming my bed… did you have an education?”

“Of sorts. Whenever we docked in Grace Bay i’d see a governess. I can speak spanish, french, and italian” you nodded to the maps spread over the table; “... and i can chart courses and know the currents of the Indies better than anyone that ever sailed on the spice route” 

You gently stroked his beard;

“So Captain, what do you want me to do?”

“All of the above and more…” he stroked your cheek; “I won’t always be able to please you in bed, and from the signs of it you’ve got quite a carnal appetite...So, firstly you can call me Sy when its just us or the officers. When we’re on deck it’s Captain like everyone else. Secondly, if you want it, my officers could do with a bedmate, if you don’t mind sharing?”

Your eyebrows shot up so far you were surprised they didn’t meet your hair;

“Share me with your officers? Who…”

“There’s the Constable - who you’ll know from town - Walter Marshall, and the Armoury Officer - August Walker, and you’ve met Michael, he’s first mate”

“O-Okay”

“You’re alright with that?”

Stroking his beard you leant forwards and kissed him;

“Yes, yes I am. I’ve always wanted a little more adventure in my life, and now here it is”

“Well, you can be the one to decide when you want to go to the others, i’ll leave that move to you… i wont say anything yet”

“Thank you Sy, let's tell them Friday night. You can tell them.”

“Anything for my little Rose” he pressed his face to your neck and inhaled; “Still smell as sweet as that rose garden…”

“You can call me Rose if you like?”

“A new name for a new start?”

“Something like that” you grinned at him.

-

You’d spent four nights in the arms of Sy, some nights just falling asleep in each others arms, other’s you would fuck until dawn. That particular morning you’d taken him in your mouth and he’d taught you how to suck a man, working your tongue and lips over his hot flesh until he’d flooded your mouth with his thick salty seed. He’d held your jaw as he finished;

“Now be a good girl and swallow it”

You gulped down the mouthful before smiling;

“Tasty”

With a laugh he kissed you, before giving your naked ass a cheeky spank as he rolled out of bed;

“You gonna join me on deck?”

You stretched and sighed;

“I’m gonna try and find that earring i dropped when you had me bent over the table last night…”

-

Sy entered his cabin just as the ship’s cook was leaving, nodding to the meal he’d set out;

“Creole Stew tonight Cap’n, bread and ale like always”

“Thanks. Have you seen Rose?”

“No Sir”

Nodding Sy entered his cabin with a weary sigh, it had been a long day and all he really wanted to do was crawl into bed to sleep, grateful it was Friday which meant August took early watch on deck the next day, but he had dinner with the other officers and he hadn’t seen you for the last few hours, last he knew you were still on the hunt for your lost earring. Leaving the door ajar he sat at the table and started to eat, moments later Walter and August joining him.

“Where’s the others?” Walter asked as he sat, helping himself to a large chunk of bread

“Mikey is in the crows nest, he’ll be down shortly” August confirmed; “Haven’t seen Rose for a while though”

“Rose?”

“Sy’s bit of fluff. Decided as its a new start onboard she may as well choose a new name. Apparently its because Sy say’s she smells of Roses”

Walter snorted out a low laugh;

“She’s gonna be smelling of Sy sooner or later”

Sy listened to his two oldest friends banter back and forth, unaware of the surprise he was about to get. Hearing quick footfalls coming along the corridor he looked up to see Mikey at the doorway just as two soft hands pressed to his thighs from beneath the table. He nodded to Mikey to take a seat, before leaning back and peering down to his lap, hiding his surprise when he saw you on your knees beneath the table, hidden from the view of the rest of the party by the many overhanging maps and the low candle light.

Grabbing a chunk of bread he stayed leaning back but parted his thighs wide, wide enough to allow you to unfasten him and pump his hardening length and slip him into your mouth.

“Dig in boys, its gonna be a spicy meal tonight!”

As you worked quickly with your new found skills, sucking on the bulbous head as you fondled his heavy ballsack with your free hand, working quickly and silently as the men above you talked amongst themselves. You could feel Sy’s leg start to tremble, his hand sliding beneath the table to hold your head in place, and as you relaxed your jaw you felt his hot seed flood your mouth.

“WOO!” he exclaimed above you; “This stew is HOT!”

He took a deep breath and slapped his hand on the table with a laugh, before you tucked him carefully back into his breeches and you continued with your plan.

“Sy, we need to consider restocking the armoury” August started; “Scuttling the boats used up a lot of ammunitionnnnnnnnn”

Sy looked up and smirked, August looking at him wide eyed but recovering quickly, clearing his throat;

“Anyway as i was saying… umm... wow, the stew… the spice really hits after a while doesn’t it…”

August scrunched his face and rested his hand on his fist, before grabbing his tankard of ale and taking a large gulp, some of it spilling from the sides of his mouth as he spluttered on the liquid that did only a little to hide the groan. Sy shovelled another mouthful of stew into his mouth to hide his grin as August sat back in his chair, a half glare on his face. 

Walter frowned at both of the older men;

“I have no idea what you two are on about, this stew is fine”

August wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow, before finally sitting straight and digging back into his meal;

“Walt, just wait, it takes a while to hit you but when it does… ooooh boy it takes your breath away”

The big bear of a man frowned and shovelled another mouthful in, before his eyes went wide. Swallowing awkwardly he nodded, shifting in his seat;

“Oh… oh yeah… its hitting… wow, its a good burn, ya know…” taking a leaf out of August’s book he grabbed his tankard, taking a gulp as he fidgeted in his seat, both Sy and August doing poor jobs of hiding their smirks, whereas Mikey was sat at the far end of the table without the slightest clue as to what was going on;

“Seriously? You guys must be getting old, this stew ain’t spicy”

Sy raised his tankard to his son and grinned;

“Just wait, it’ll hit ya… anyway, i got an announcement to make”

The three other men looked at Sy, Walter’s gaze faltering now and again as his focal point seemed to change, but he shifted in his seat and leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, his hand sliding beneath the table as he muttered about ‘cramp’, when in fact his large hand was holding your head in place as he pushed deeper into your throat. Sy cleared his throat and continued;

“We all know the events at the island did not go to plan. We’re down on funds and supplies, and we’ve increased the crew numbers with those that helped with the land mutiny… we’ve also of course got Rose to consider, she never asked for any of this, but we have come up with a solution of sorts”

“I think i might know what that solution could be” Walter panted out, his face contorting into something that resembled a grimace as he muttered about spiciness and cramps again before with a sigh a smile spread across his face; “Ooooh that’s it… the cramps are going…”

“Anyway” Sy interjected with a wry smile; “Rose can speak numerous languages, can read and chart maps, she’s probably the best educated of everyone on the ship”

Just then Mikey squeaked and jumped in his chair, a thud sounding beneath the table;

“S-s-sorry... my knee hit the table”

Sy nodded with a smile;

“No problem Son, carry on. So Rose will also be here for other duties, but only for the officers at this table tonight” he paused; “And i think you all now know what those duties will be”

August nodded as he eagerly mopped up the last remaining morsels of his stew with a chunk of bread;

“That sounds a fucking brilliant idea Sy. She has the greatest tits...” at that moment Mikey let out a groan and his head thudded against the high back of his chair; “... and i think we all now know she’s got a fucking brilliant mouth on her”

There was little point in denying what had just happened, the very fact it was still going on and Mikey had so little control of his reactions as you were sucking his meaty dick, having just done the same to the other three men in the room from the darkness under the table. In fact the three older men started to chat away candidly as you lavished Mikey’s beautiful cock with your tongue, before taking him in hand to move your mouth down to his tight ballsack to suck on the warm globes. His athletic thighs had parted enough for you to get much closer than you had done with the other three men - all of whom had thighs that could crush a coconut - and it meant that the top of your head could now be seen in his lap by the other men.

“Grab her hair Mikey” August shouted from behind his refilled tankard; “Get deep down in her throat, its fucking amazing, feels like she’ll suck your soul out of your dick”

You felt Mikey's hands curl into your hair, holding your head in place as he started to rock his hips up, filling your mouth and throat. Gripping hard to his thighs you could feel him start to tremble, preparing yourself for the flood of seed and as he came with a cry, looking down at you as you stared back with wide innocent eyes that completely ruined him. 

Finally he released his grip on you, and as you looked down you smiled at what came into view. Seconds later you were climbing out from beneath the table, turning to smile at the rest of the men as you fastened the earring to your lobe;

“Look Sy, i found my earring!”

Walking around the table you took the tankard of ale that August held out for you with a smile, before sitting across Sy’s lap;

“I think they like the idea”

Sy looked at the men around the table, his trusted friends and family and smiled;

“I think they do, my sweet Rose”

He clinked his tankard to yours and you both drank, the joyous laughter filling the room as the night continued.

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[fckinsupreme]

11 pretty please!! ❤️❤️

I was gonna do this for Michael originally, but President Duncan has slowly crept into my life and I needed to do more!

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“Fuck, look at you. Bouncing on my cock like a desperate slut.”

The momentum of the car makes your movements a little awkward, but you still manage nonetheless. Duncan doesn’t seem to mind, though; he’s too fixated on you. His hands are on your tits, which are now spilling out of the top of your dress, his cock throbbing inside of you. His driver sits up front, playing it off as though he can’t hear what’s happening in the backseat. For all you knew, with the divider put up, he may not know at all.

“Mmm...” you hum, tossing your head back as he brings your chest closer to his face, his stubbled cheeks brushing the sensitive skin of your breasts. His lips wrap around one erect nipple, sucking generously as you cry out. “/Duncan/...”

“Do you know what I can’t believe?” Duncan asks, smirking at you before nuzzling against your other nipple. “That the First Lady is the biggest fucking whore the world has ever seen.”

“You make me that way, Mr. President,” you tease, eyes rolling back with a mewl as his teeth scrape your hardened nipple. You move your hips a bit more, one hand in your hair as the other braces on his shoulder to keep from toppling backward. “I’m only a whore for you.”

“It had better stay that way,” Duncan says, holding onto you tightly as the car makes a turn. You clench instinctively around him, nails digging into his shoulder as you steady yourself again. You come down completely on his shaft, bringing yourself up almost all the way before slamming back down. “Just like that, princess. Keep working Daddy’s cock just like that.”

You impale yourself on his dick every time your hips come back down, feeling it against your sweet spot. Duncan thrusts to meet your movements after a few moments, and the feeling of him pounding against your G-spot is so fucking good. It’s so delicious, in fact, that tears stream down your cheeks, your moans almost deafening in the enclosed space. The smell of sex is almost overbearing, but it only drives you even more. Your eyes blur with more tears, and Duncan smirks at you as he reaches down to rub hard, fast circles on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby,” he says. “Does it feel good? Is that why you’re crying?”

You nod, leaning down to kiss over his neck. You suck on the spot he loves so much, delighting in the loud groans this elicits. You unfasten his tie, shaky fingers unbuttoning his white dress shirt beneath his black suit jacket. Your lips roam his upper chest as it’s exposed, eyes flicking up to his as you rotate your hips. He hisses pleasurably, reaching down to wipe away the tears that still stream down your cheeks.

“You’re fucking hot when you cry,” Duncan growls. “Especially when it’s due to being split in half by my cock.”

“Hot,” you tease at his choice of words, but it’s soon forgotten as he throws you onto the seat. He hovers over you, throwing your legs over his waist as high as they’ll go, lifting your hips to drill into your cunt. His balls slap obscenely against your ass, the skirt of your dress now pushed up below your breasts. Not for the first time tonight, you were thankful that you had skipped on the panties. “Duncan, that feels so fucking good.”

“I know,” he says, his mouth at your ear as his thrusts pick up even more speed, the car making another turn. “Tell me more, and you know what I like to be called.”

“Mr. President,” you whimper, clawing at his back as he runs a hand over your thigh. “You know I’m a such a whore for your cock. We’re gonna pull up to that speech in a little bit, and I’m gonna be so fucking /wrecked/. My makeup and hair are probably a mess, I’m gonna be damp with sweat, and do you wanna know something else?”

“What, princess?” Duncan asks breathlessly.

“Your cum is gonna be running down my thigh,” you say. “I’m not gonna wipe it off. I want everyone to see it.”

This causes his cock to twitch, and you know that comment is bringing him closer to orgasm. “Is that so, Y/N? The whole world is going to see what a depraved, pathetic little cum doll the First Lady is. Is that what you want?”

“Mmm hmm,” you say, pulling him down for a hot, sloppy kiss. You break the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to yours. “I want them all to see me with your cum on my leg. I only wish they could see it coming out of my cunt instead.”

Those words send Duncan over the edge, and he cums hard inside of you. His hot seed floods your pussy, and you reach down to rub swift circles against your clit. You cum a moment later, and Duncan watches as you come undone beneath him. He soaks in the sight, kissing you needfully as you start coming back to yourself. The car comes to a stop, and you both sit up and fix yourself as best as you can before smirking at each other.

“It looks like we finished just in time,” you say, reaching for his hand after he fixes up his tie and rebuttons his shirt.

“I’ll say,” he says, seeing all of the photographers and reporters lining the street. “Do you think they’ll notice my cum oozing down your legs like that?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” you say as the door is opened, and you step out behind Duncan. You make sure your dress is smoothed down, and you can feel his sticky, warm seed starting to slowly cascade one of your thighs. Flashbulbs go off, reporters start shouting at you & Duncan to answer any questions, civilians who have been waiting begin to cheer. “Look at all these people. It never fails to amaze me.”

“All the more audience for your depravity,” he whispers, one large hand around your waist. “Look at all the cameras, sweetheart. Let them see that pretty face of yours, and with any luck, they’ll see the best fucking part.”

“Mr. President?” the driver says from behind you, leaning toward the passenger side window as he gets back in the car.

“Yes?” Duncan asks as he turns around.

“On the way home, could you maybe keep it down?” he asks, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. “It’s really hard to focus on driving when you and the First Lady are having sex in the back, sir.”

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“In The Dark.” - Johnny Cade Imagine. 

@bc-melody​ asked:  This might be kind of a strange/specific ask but can I please request an imagine where Johnny finds and comforts the reader after she’s been jumped? I live for sad and cute Johnny moments. Thanks so much 😘

Warnings: almost rape, swearing. 

a/n: I hope you like it! It doesn’t get too dark in my opinion, but if anyone is triggered by anything rape related, it’s best not to read, just want y’all to be safe!

Alright leggo 

Walking alone at dusk probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but she did it anyways. She had to go from her friend’s house to Johnny’s. This was a special occasion; they usually didn’t spend time at his house but his parents wouldn’t be home until after the weekend. Something about visiting his grandparents a state over. Whatever the reasoning was, she was ecstatic about spending time with him.

Johnny told her to call him once she was done at her friend’s house, but he lived on the other side of town and didn’t have a car. She knew Johnny could hold his own, but she remembered the time he was alone and he got jumped. How the soc beat him so bad that it left a large gash down the side of his face. He’d been jumpy ever since the incident, not wanting to be outside too late unless he was with people he knew. And he’d never go anywhere without his switchblade, if he didn’t feel it in his pockets, he’d frantically pat himself down until he found it.

She felt guilty, she didn’t want him to go out of his way to go get her. So, she decided to walk there herself. She figured Soc boys wouldn’t jump her. She was just a girl, she wasn’t part of the feud between the soc’s and greasers anyways.

She left her friends house right at sunset, but the remaining daylight quickly retreated, the darkness filling the sky. She was a little paranoid, but she kept her head down and walked fast, not looking anywhere aside from the side walk. The odd car drove by her, but so far it was a pretty quiet walk.

She had made her way into rougher neighborhood, getting close to Johnny’s house. She sighed with relief knowing that she was almost there. She quickened he pace as she made her way down the familiar streets. Just a couple more turns and she’d be at his house, safe and in his arms.

A car approached her. Nothing out of the ordinary, it’d been happening all night. But something was…off. This car started driving slowly behind her. Too slow to pass her. She kept her head forward and quickened her pace slightly, hoping that they’d eventually drive off.

“Hey, doll.” A voice called out. She didn’t look back. She pressed forward as her heart began to pound in her chest. “C’mon, turn around. We ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

She quickly reached into her bag, grabbing a set of her keys and putting one between each of her fingers. She gripped it tightly, and broke out into a run. “Hey!” the voice called. She heard the door slam behind her as she ran further down the street. But she just wasn’t fast enough. The boy quickly caught up to her and swiftly grabbed her, holding her in a loose chokehold. The action caused her to drop the keys. “Where you runnin’ off to?” he asked as the car pulled up. It was full of soc’s.

“Please let me go. I was just mindin my own business.” She said in a shaky voice. Her fingers gripped the boys arm tightly. “Please.” She asked again, tears brimming her eyes.

“What’s the deal with her?” The driver asked through the window. One of the boys climbed out of the backseat and walked up to them, standing in front of her.

“She’s pretty. You taking this one, Michael?” He asked his friend, grabbing her chin and taking a good look at her. She forcefully pulled her face away as tears ran down her face. “Hey missy, don’t get too feisty now.”

She swiftly kicked him in his bits, causing him to crumple to the ground, writhing in pain. For a moment she felt a great deal of satisfaction as she watched him curled up on the sidewalk. But that was quickly replaced with a wave of fear again as she felt the arm tighten around her neck and drag her away.

“Park the car!” the boy dragging her yelled to his accomplice. He dragged her down the street as she flailed about in his arms, trying to dislodge herself from his tight grip. But it was no use, he was simply too strong for her. “Just wait there for me!” he called again, struggling to keep her under control. 

She watched as the car pulled over and parked. The driver climbed out the window and rested his arms on the roof of the car. “You actually gonna do it this time? Or you gonna chicken out like you always do?” He laughed. The boy she kicked waddled over to the stationary car, hands covering his manhood which was still very much in pain. 

“It’s happening tonight.” The boy called back, continuing with her down the street.

He dragged her to an abandoned shed not to far from where she had been jumped. She had walked by it on her way over there. He pushed her inside and she fell to the ground, scraping the palms of her hands and her knees. She heard the door close softly behind them. Her stomach dropped as she realized what was about to happen. She turned around and was met with a switchblade to her throat. “You pull anything funny and I’ll carve you up so you won’t be so pretty no more.” He said lowly.  He stood up before her, his tall figure seeming even taller to her as she sat helpless on the cold ground below. Moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating his figure, his switchblade shining in the darkness.

“Take it off.” He said, no emotion in his tone. A lump formed in her throat as she sat there, looking up at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. A numbness took over her body, she couldn’t move.

“I said take it off!” he said again, more forceful this time. “Your skirt. Now.” He was hungry like a wolf that hadn’t eaten in months, rabid and hungry for the next morsel of food it could sink its teeth into.

Tears flowed down her face as she slowly pulled her skirt down, not bothering to take it off completely. It remained wrapped around her ankles. She wiped her eyes as the tears continued to flow.

“Now your shirt.” He said. She obeyed, slowly slipping her shirt off and tossing it to the side. She felt helpless. If she had only left a little earlier, given herself enough time before the sun had set, then she wouldn’t be in this mess. She’d be with Johnny, cuddled up with him in his bed, not having any care in the world.

The ground was cold beneath her bare legs, but she blocked it out. She was there, nearly naked in a shed with a strange boy who was about to do the unspeakable. But her mind was with Johnny in his warm bed. Wrapped in his arms and having sweet dreams. And it was nice.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the boy got close to her again, his fingers looped under the hem of her underwear. He gazed at her but she refused to look anywhere near him. He waited for a moment, his breathing deep and rhythmic, as if he was trying to steady himself.

“Fuck.” He whispered quietly. He removed his fingers from her underwear, but suddenly pulled out his switchblade again and held it to her throat. “Do not come out after me, you wait until you hear us drive away, okay?” He asked. “Or there’s gonna be hell to pay.” He said, pressing the blade slightly deeper into her neck.

She nodded.

And with that, the boy was gone, the shed door closing behind him.

“I did it guys!” she could hear him say triumphantly. There was cheering that followed. She heard a car door slam and tires screech off. She waited until she couldn’t hear the engine anymore, but when she tried to move, she simply couldn’t. She was frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She was grateful, as it could have gone a lot worse, but the incident traumatized her.

She sat there, half naked on the cold ground, sobbing quietly.

A short time later, she heard the door creak open. “Hello?” A familiar voice asked.

“Johnny!” she cried, sitting up. The light from the moon spilled into the shed from the cracks and Johnny saw her state. She was curled up on the ground, her torso and legs bare, and her knees dark from the scrapes. 

He rushed beside her. “(y/n), oh god (y/n). What happened to you?” he asked. He pulled her skirt up and reached over to grab her shirt. “Thank god I came lookin’. I thought you got lost.”

“I-I got jumped.” She choked out between sobs. “I-I’m sorry, Johnny.” She gripped tightly on to his shirt like it was the last thing she’d ever touch.

“Hey, hey.” He said, trying to ease her. “Don’t apologize. Lets get you dressed before anythin’, It’s kinda cold out here.” He helped her put her shirt back on. “Those assholes are gonna pay the price. What did they do to you?” He asked.

“He grabbed me in a choke hold.” She explained. “Then, he brought me in here.” She cried harder.

“Did he touch you?” Johnny asked frantically, trying to hold back his anger. Not at her, of course, but towards those low lives that found joy in terrorizing her.

She shook her head slowly as the tears flowed down. “No. He just threatened me, then left.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I told you to call me, (y/n).” 

“I didn’t want you to worry, and I know how you feel about walking by yourself. I didn’t wanna put you through that.”

“Next time, don’t you dare go walking around anywhere at night without me with you. You don’t know what kinds of people you’re gonna run into.” He slowly lifted her up and put his jacket around her shoulders. “I’m gonna call Dal and we’re gonna find the son of a bitch that did this to you. There’s gonna be hell to pay.” Johnny said with fire in his eyes. They walked back to his house together and Johnny held her tight, not wanting to let go. She remembered to pick up her keys she’d dropped earlier.

They were only five minutes away from his house. Five more minutes until she would have been safe with him. If only she had left earlier. He led her inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said.

Johnny helped her to the bathroom and lifted her up on the counter. He searched the cabinets for some band aids and carefully covered her knees. 

“There,” he said. “All better.” 

She gave him a sad smile. Her eyes were swollen from crying and his heart hurt for her. He pulled her into a hug, standing between her legs as she sat on the counter, his head resting comfortably on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, trying not to cry. He felt like a bad boyfriend. He was supposed to protect her, and he failed. He let her get hurt and he felt helpless, there was no way to reverse the trauma she experienced.

“It’s okay, Johnny. It’s not your fault.” She assured him. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been alone.”

“Don’t blame yourself (y/n). Please.” He lifted her off the counter. “I love you, and I promise for as long as I live, I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt you like that again.” He kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too Johnny.” She said. 

“Tonight, we’re gonna relax, just you and me. Then tomorrow, you’re gonna tell me what that fella looked like, and what kinda car we drove. Then me and the boys will handle it from there. That guy’s gonna wish he never set a finger on you when we’re done with him.” He cupped her face and pressed his lips firmly to hers. Her heart ignited with happiness. She kissed him back with urgency. 

“You’re too good to me.” She said, pulling away slightly. Their faces were still inches from each other. He gazed into her eyes as he spoke

“I think I ain’t as good as you deserve. I’m gonna do better though. Starting with fucking up the guy that fucked with you.” He said kissing her again. “No one does that to my girl and gets away with it.” 

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Genre: Angst/Vampire

Pairings: Luke/Hemmings Reader (kind of)

Word Count: 2.8k

Written for: 5sos fic event

Prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Event Masterlist

Trigger warnings: Strong language, references to vampirism and death, fighting, violence, blood, kidnapping

A/N: I was only gonna write one fic for this event but I saw that this au was left on our list and I got this idea for it. Thank you to @mermaidcashton for helping me with the plot and @h0tsos for hyping me up for it. I hope you all enjoy it. I’m fully aware that I’m an evil bitch for leaving this in the place I decided to end it. If you enjoy it, though, I might do a sequel...

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It’d finally stopped raining; at least you had one thing to be thankful for tonight. The constant barrage of storms sweeping over the city from the nearby coast had made your already difficult job even harder over the past few nights. It was a relief, to say the least, that you were able walk the streets more freely, without your vision being compromised by an unyielding sheet of rain. 

Unfortunately, the newly clear skies not only made your work a little easier - it also helped out your enemies. Not that the rain had ever stopped them from hunting, of course. They were like feral cats, stalking their prey and striking them down with ease regardless of the weather. The lack of rain meant that more people were out tonight, though, meaning that the group you’ve been following will no doubt find it much easier to find and corner their perceived foes.

You know that it won’t be long until they arrive. You’ve been studying them for weeks now; you know their style and their preferred hunting grounds. This particular alleyway behind a row of busy bars on Main Street was always on their hit list, particularly on weekends. It always plays host to every vampire’s favourite kind of prey; drunken youngsters, homeless people and hookers. 

Taking your place beneath the rusting old fire escape of a tiny Chinese takeaway restaurant, you position yourself in the best spot to clearly see as much of the street and the alleyway as possible. 

Life goes on around you as you wait. Dozens of people bustle by mere feet from you, unaware of your presence. Loud music and drunken laughter fill the air above the busy street and you simply build up a wall in your mind, trying to focus on the job at hand.

Just as you expected, your wait doesn’t last long at all. It can’t have been more than a half hour since you took your little hiding spot, when Luke Hemmings and his cronies turn the corner onto Main Street. 

They blend in well, of course. Years of practice has taught them how to hide perfectly in plain sight. They could be any old group of friends, just four young men making their way home or to the next bar. They receive little to no attention from the crowds in the street, save for the odd person that stares at them lustfully before whispering to their friends about how good looking they are. 

Luke and the others pay no attention to anyone or anything around them. All four of them appear calm and focused, just like they always do. 

Despite the fact that they’re the enemy, you can’t help but be a little impressed. They certainly make for intriguing subjects. Luke is tall, effortlessly radiating a sense of importance. His dress sense undoubtedly helps give strength to that nameless confidence. From the shaggy, caramel coloured curls atop his head, all the way down to his shiny black boots, every inch of his 6ft2inch frame screamed fashion. That was perfect for city living, of course. He looked like any other 20 something trying to make his way in life and have as much fun as possible as he does so. You can’t help but watch him for a moment. The way he curls his lip slightly in response to some random drunk getting too close to him, reveals a flash of his gleaming teeth. As much as you hate yourself for it, you allow your eyes to drift over the spot where his designer silk shirt hangs low, exposing a little of his chest. His tight leather trousers draw your eye, too. How could you not admire the way that they hug his legs and hips as though they were made for him specifically.

His three comrades are arguably a little less striking. All of them had an individual identity that they wore clearly for the world to see, yet they were always overshadowed by Luke’s powerful aura.

You watch carefully as the group weaves their way past the various gaggles of tipsy friends until they reach the alleyway you've been waiting for them in.

Not surprisingly, they remain oblivious to your presence. You’ve had a lot of practice at this; you know how to do your job. 

As the group move deeper into the alley, you venture out of your hiding place ensuring that you keep a solid distance between yourself and Luke’s little group, as you follow them carefully.

Despite the fact that two of Luke’s group appear physically stronger than him, the leader’s confidence and his unrivalled air of authority would leave no one in any doubt of who’s in charge. 

Over the past few weeks you’ve learnt a lot about this little group. The ones they call Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin, the strong ones act as Luke’s muscle. Their strength is supported by their quick reflexes and you know they’ll be incredibly tough opponents when the time finally comes to fight them.

The fourth of the group, Michael Clifford, is probably the weakest link. He doesn’t quite have the skill set of the other three, but he still plays an important role. They often use him as bait, as his unthreatening appearance makes it almost impossible for anyone to believe he’s anything but an average man. You’d seen him in action many times now, luring unsuspecting victims into quiet corners before they’re ambushed by the rest of his group. 

This group is definitely your biggest challenge yet, but you’re in no doubt that you can take them down. You know how they work, now. You’ve studied them for weeks and you’re sure that your own power and skill set is no match for them. The key is to pick them off one by one. 

As you follow them deeper into the alleyway, you pay careful attention to the way they communicate with each other using silent hand gestures and facial expressions instead of words like they usually do. Something’s off about them tonight. It’s possible that they’re just trying to lay low but it’s more likely a reaction to something. Perhaps they feel threatened? 

Your suspicions are confirmed when the group pass the open back door of a bar. They’re briefly illuminated by the fluorescent light from the kitchen. Michael’s the dead giveaway. His face is set into a defiant expression but it does little to hide the nervous energy radiating from him or the fear in his eyes. 

For a moment, you’re confused. You know everything that’s happened with this group for the last two months. Studying them as closely as you have, means that there’s very little about them you’re not familiar with. This is unexpected, though. They have seemingly no reason to feel threatened. Why should they? 

As they disappear on the other side of the open doorway, heading into a narrower part of the alleyway, you carefully skirt around the pool of light flooding from the bar. In their heightened state of awareness, you know that the group will react to the slightest sound or glimpse of anything they’re not expecting.

When you return to a darker part of the alley, you stay close to the tall buildings, allowing their shadows to keep you hidden as your eyes adjust to the deeper blackness. Just before you’re ready to continue your task, it suddenly strikes you that the alleyway has fallen silent. You can still hear the faint clattering from the bar’s kitchen just behind you, but Luke’s heavy booted footsteps have stopped. 

Of course. It all makes sense now. Their heightened state of awareness, their apparently unexplained fear… They’ve realised you’re following them.

“You’re not as stealthy as you think you are, y’know.” 

The voice drifting from the shadows is undoubtedly Calum’s. He sounds calm, there’s no trace of nerves or fear in his steady tone, just as you’d expect of him. 

“We’re curious, though.” Luke added, stepping out from behind the dumpster he’d been lurking next to. “Do you have a sinister purpose for following us? Or are you just a big fan?” 

Once again, you can’t help but be impressed by him. Despite his deep, ocean blue eyes and lanky limbs, Hemmings radiates power and a certain formidable quality. Of course, that may just be because you know what he is, perhaps all the others he hunts don’t feel it. 

His cronies giggle at his lame joke but you pay no attention to them. You can easily dispatch all of three of them right here, right now, if it came to it. They might be strong, but you’re stronger.

“Ah, that big ego of yours will be your undoing, Hemmings.” You smirk, focusing on him but ensuring that the rest of his group stay in your peripheral vision. 

He steps a little closer to you, a show of confidence but you can almost smell his nerves and the adrenaline pumping through him. His lightly stubbled jaw is firmly set and his eyes are solely focused on yours. “So you are a big fan of me.” He taunts, “I thought so. I’ve met others like you. Some of them whisper my name before I kill them. I wonder if you’ll be one of them?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, darling.” You smile, tilting your head to one side as you continue to search his eyes for any sign of weakness. “I’d never give you the satisfaction of using your forgettable name as my final word.”

If Luke feels any fear at all as you step closer to him, he doesn’t show it. “Tell that to your countless little friends.” He counters easily, he doesn’t even flinch as you crowd into his personal space. The rest of his group adopt their fighting stances but they don’t move in on you yet.

A cold laugh escapes you as you tear your eyes away from Luke’s in order to spare the other three a quick glance. “You’re too predictable.” You shrug, returning your full attention to the leader. “I’ve studied you for a while now, I know everything there is to know about all four of you. Your chances of getting past me are next to none.”

Lifting a hand, you signal for your backup team to show themselves. You’re glad that you trusted your intuition and hid some of your various ‘friends’ in strategic places. You were confident enough that you could fight these four alone, but it didn’t hurt to even out the numbers. 

Just as you’d expect, Michael, Calum and Ashton close rank, they’re stronger when they fight as one unit and they know it. The key is to split them up, something you’ve given your team clear instructions to do.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender. It’ll be quicker then… Believe me you don’t want to drag this out.”

Luke keeps his steady demeanour, his gaze never faltering. “Well, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. I almost never do.” He utters quietly. “But if you’ve been watching me for as long as you say you have, you’ll know that, right?”

He’s playing with you, downplaying his strategy to give you a false sense of security. You’ve seen him do it before so it won’t fool you. 

A slight nod of your head gives your team the go-ahead to start wearing down the companions. 

Luke trusts his group, though. He knows that they have the capability to hold off your allies whilst he deals with you. 

The sounds of the fray fills the small passage, snarls and growls get louder as the humans pull out their weapons. 

It all feels like nothing more than background noise, though. All that truly matters in this moment is Luke. He’s absolutely the most formidable foe you’ve ever come up against and he fascinates you beyond all reasoning.  “I’ve fought too many like you over the years.” You whisper in his ear, hoping that your lack of fear unnerves him.

“Do you know how many of your ‘friends’ have tried that line on me?” Luke scoffs. “None of my predecessors had my ability, my knowledge and my utter rage towards your kind. I’m also the first to admit that this is more of a team sport.”

Another laugh slips from your lips. “You’re not the first to bring your friends along for the ride, darling.” You assure him. “You won’t be the first to cry over their deaths, either.”

That’s it… The tiny sign of weakness you’ve been waiting to see makes a brief appearance as he’s forced to envisage the demise of his little buddies. It’s a fleeting glimmer of fear of sadness but it’s all you need to finalise your plan of action. 

It’s clear from the depleting number of your allies around you, that Luke’s group is winning the fight. That’s of no consequence now, though. Your movements are too fast even for Luke’s incredible reflexes. You step behind him, your strong arms wrapping him in a vice-like grip. You allow your lips to get just close enough to his neck to graze over the pale skin. “You all think you’re the best until you’re in my grasp. You’ll be begging for your own life, long before I feel the need to beg for mine, slayer.” You resist the urge to show your fangs, knowing that even if you managed to kill Luke here and now, your cursed bloodlust would leave you momentarily vulnerable enough for his friends to stake you. It was a risk you weren’t willing to take, you needed to trust in your new plan.

Summoning all of your strength you throw Luke to the ground, delighting in the sickening crack of his head against the damp pavement. He doesn’t stay down for long, though. You notice him stagger to his feet as you grab one of your fellow vampires and whisper your plan of action into his ear. He responds with an evil smirk and immediately sets about following your orders.

It takes just a few seconds for that one minion to spread the word amongst the other vampires and it seems to light a fire in them all as they fight with a renewed vigour.

Your plan comes together quickly after that. The group of slayers get divided fairly easily. They become scattered along the alleyway, each fighting their own mini battles as you survey the situation. You have a final choice to make and it’s important that it’s done swiftly and smoothly. 

Luke staggers over to his nearest friend, Ashton. They’re a powerful unit when they fight together  but the vampires surrounding them take their entire concentration and focus. 

Calum is fighting a pair of your quickest vampires with an expression that almost resembles enjoyment. He’s the one that feeds off the thrill of a battle the most. When he gets into a rhythm like the one he has now, there’s no stopping him.

That settles it then. You stay close to the wall of the nearest building, stalking through the dense shadows unnoticed. Luke will come looking for you in a moment, but you’ll be long gone with your hostage by then. 

Michael is weakening. His movements have slowed and every punch or kick he receives wears him down that little bit further. He’s an easy target. He’s so focused on trying to stake one of his attackers that he never even notices you sneak up behind him. It takes only one swift movement, a careful yank of his messy blonde locks to knock his head into the wall he’s standing next to. He’s unconscious in a matter of seconds and at your command,  the most muscular vampire in your brood heaves him over his shoulder, disappearing in the direction of your hidden lair before Luke and the other two even know what’s happened.

You take cover behind a dumpster a little further down the alley, waiting to see the terrified expression on Luke’s pretty little face when he realises his friend is gone.

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[mymindwide]

Madness

Pairing: Ashton x Female reader

Word count: 3464

Warning: jealousy, angst, feelings, smut with fingering, male receiving blowjob, riding and fluff. A little from everything.

Summary: You started out as part time lovers, but maybe one of you want more?

Author’s note: The inspiration behind this piece was a part of the lyrics of the song - Escape from LA by The Weeknd.

She pulled up to the studio Nobody's watching She closed the door and then she locked it For me, for me We had sex in the studio Nobody walked in I cut my verse and then she popped it For me, for me

...

She got Chrome Hearts hangin' from her neck And them shits going wild When she ride, she hold tight She gon' ride 'til sweat fall down her spine

My beautiful angel, my nr. 1 supporter, my partner in hoeing @littledrummerangie (aka @littledrummeraussie) asked me/convinced me to post this. If you’ll like it, thank her. Take care and enjoy your read.

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“Should we maybe test it together?” his eyes bored into yours leaving no doubt about his intentions.

“Lead the way, handsome…” came the immediate response from you, as you slithered your hand in his leaving no doubt for him about your consent.

The offering referred to the club’s renovated bathroom where the two of you locked yourself up.

That’s how it all started, how you ended up on the counter of the VIP club’s bathroom, your skirt rolled up to your waist, your panties pulled aside, being fucked by a handsome stranger you just met but immediately found a mutual point regarding why you visited the club in the first place.

None of you thought it could be more than a one night stand, but you officially became fuck buddies. Both of you went there to have fun and find someone who could possibly help release the tension and stress that slowly aggregated in you and couldn’t find a quick way out for lack of a partner. You thought you’d just “fallen in love” for that particular night but it was good enough for both of you that you changed numbers and agreed on that you have to repeat it sometime in the future. But your second quickie was followed by another and then another one…

Actually you were surprised how easily and smoothly you came to terms over what you two had – high-class sex, no strings attached. It is what it is, without complications. You enjoyed each other’s company and body and with that you took everything the other could offer. As it turned out on the day of your acquaintance in the club, both of your latest failed relationships taught you enough to not get involved in anything serious, at least for now, and this was good enough for the both of you. The only rule you insisted on was that there are no rules. You called or texted each other whenever you needed each other, but otherwise everyone could go on their separate way, and do whatever they wish with whoever they please.

Over the course of your ongoing fuck buddiness various locations provided a safe place for you to luxuriate your desires - sometimes he invited you to his home, sometimes it was you who had him up to your flat, but if you lost the fight against your eagerness, on several occasions you did it in his car as well – all in the name of mutual agreement of the friends with benefits state, except that you couldn’t even be called friends. You talked, of course, beside the sex, and you know little things about the other, but serious or deep things? Heaven-shattering big secrets? Not so much.

And this is exactly why you were so surprised by your own reaction at finding out that most likely your part time lover has someone else to have fun with. It’s been a pleasant Friday afternoon, you were spending your lunch-break sitting on the terrace of your favorite restaurant at noon having just finished with your lunch, when surfing through the daily news at the tabloid section you found paparazzi pictures of Ashton with a seemingly nice-looking girl while they’re having breakfast and coffee, smiling and laughing. You felt a strange grip in your heart - a painful reminder of something you tried to push back into the depths of your mind, something you didn’t want to acknowledge, something that you realized just recently yourself. That although according to your agreement you’d have had every opportunity and right to meet or date other men, you didn’t. You simply weren’t interested in anyone else, because he was completely enough for you. He takes good care of your physical needs; he is smart, handsome and has a sense of humor that just cannot be competed with. The long and short of it, he’s a decent guy you could imagine more with, if you weren’t so disappointed in your previous affairs or relationships. This was too good with Ashton to ruin it. You needed him in your life. But it looks like you are not enough. Again...

You haven’t seen him in a week cuz they started working in the studio on their upcoming material, so much you know. You missed him, which was already a warning sign for you about your possibly changing feelings, but for this particular reason you wanted to give him even more space than he already has based on your very open and sex oriented relationship. No calls, no texts, no requests for impromptu meetings. You lost all your concentration skills for the rest of the day and you thank god that you have a pretty silent afternoon in the office. Your mind had been clouded with questions like ‘why’ and ‘what can that girl give him that you can’t’? Thoughts and images of your encounters torture you that also can’t give you reassuring answers to your constantly popping up questions.

When you close your eyes you hear yourself chanting his name after your second or third orgasm he gave you…; you hear him praising God while you suck him off; you hear him whispering ‘how much I love fucking your tight little pussy’ in your ear while you’re on all fours in front of him; and you just love him doing exactly that. God, how much you love his dirty mouth, sometimes you think you could just get off simply by hearing him talking dirty, because he’s that good with his words… Sex works perfectly between you two and you understand each other on the little things you share with the other. The unanswered questions riled you up so much that a thought has planted itself in your mind. You’ll show him. If this is the last thing you two will do, you’ll show him what he’ll miss and beg back.

You drove home and picked out your sexiest short mini dress with a very nice cleavage that does justice to your breasts he loves oh so much. ‘They are wonderful, my angel’ Ash’s words echoes in your mind as the image of his lips closing on your hardened nipples runs in front of your mind’s eye. To the picture in your head a familiar ache would start to build in your core but your anger and desperation is stronger now. So the dress is on, lingerie is not… You spray on from his favorite perfume and get in your car again to drive a good twenty minutes to the studio they use and he showed you once.

It’s kinda late now when you arrive, you assume they are about to finish their day and it turns out you’re not wrong as you bump into the other three guys in front of a door that has a red flashing RECORDING sign above. Three very surprised pairs of eyes looked you up and down.

“Hey guys… Is Ashton here?” your eyes have scanned the hallway behind the three men.

“Sweetie, fans are not allowed here. How did you…?” a scruffy faced blond guy questioned you, who you know for a fact is called Michael.

“Oh, I’m not a fan,” you interrupt Mikey immediately, “I mean, I like your music, you are great and all, but I’m really just here to see Ash” you tried to remain as calm as possible seeing their confusion getting bigger.

You’re not surprised the slightest bit that they have no idea who you are. But you’ve been doing this for almost four months now and they are not suspecting anything? Now that amazes you. Ash is very clever at keeping things private, except when it comes to breakfast dates with pretty blond girls. This tiny fact just adds to your growing inner fury.

“Guys, are we gonna leave...” the door has opened and Ash’s words stuck in his throat the second he saw you standing in the hallway with his bandmates.

You can see the surprise in his eyes as he’s still taking your sight in, but you’re not the only one, the other three looked at him and then each other, possibly considering calling the security on you, but fortunately Ash could sense this and with finally opening his mouth he prevented further unwanted complications.

“Y/N…” at least those three worried eyes could see he knows your name, so probably you’re not a random stranger from the street.

“Can we talk?” your voice remained soft, but your eyes mirrored sadness and impatience and he could read that that second.

“It’s okay guys. See ya tomorrow.”

After a ‘Tomorrow’ a ‘See ya’ and a suspicious ‘I’ll call you later’ from each of them, they left you two there not taking the trouble to say a single word to you. If you weren’t in this stormy state of mind you’d let yourself be moved over the fact how cute is that these young adult men are worried about their brother.

The door has been closed behind you and you turned back to turn the lock shut making sure no one can disturb your rendezvous. You walked towards him without saying a word, your eyes refused to leave his, and you saw he probably would have liked to say or rather ask something but his eyes wandered on you - exactly the effect you wanted to go for with that dress.

Tiptoeing you cupped his cheeks in your hands and captured his lips with yours in a feverish manner, and his in response jump automatically onto your hips. Your hands don’t spend too much time on his face as they slide down his chest and reaching between you, you start to unbuckle his belt.

Ashton pulls away just enough to ask ‘What is going on’, which comes out rather breathy, and your hands halts for a second on his zipper while you answer a quick ‘I need you’ back to cut your conversation short, and seeing the desperation in your eyes he decides not to force it for now, just give himself in to whatever you’re about to do – which he has an idea for as your hand slide in his boxer and your warm palm wraps around his still limp member to free it.

No matter how worked up or angry you are, in its weird twisted way what you were about to do turned you on and holding his soft cock in your hand figuratively made your mouth water. You dropped yourself on your knees in front of him and pushed him in your mouth immediately, you wanted to enjoy his softness and that this way he still fits fully and perfectly in, which will change as soon as you’ll start sucking him, so you wanted to lengthen and luxuriate these moments a bit. Especially as this is probably your last opportunity to do this to him, to hear those beautiful and breathy moans. Because if your suspicion proves to be true, no matter what you agreed on at the beginning of your “relationship”, you have changed your mind, and don’t want to share him with anyone. Then that’s it for you, you’re ready to walk away.

You started with slow movements, just suck him in and pull him out as your lips brushing against his shaft until he hardened enough; then you let your tongue play along his velvety skin leaving open mouth kisses on his shaft while palming his balls for the better and quicker effect. When his tip started releasing his pre cum, you happily smeared it on his tip with the circular motions of your tongue while looking straight in his eyes receiving the same admiration and lust you’ve seen every single time you did this to him. The only difference had been that his hands are resting on the mixing desk grabbing onto its edge instead of being buried in your hair guiding your movements and praising your lips wrapping so perfectly around his cock. He really is a clever guy, and respects that for now you are in control, he most likely sees that you are in need of it, and he’ll do whatever you give permission for.

You made this blowjob sloppy for him to slick him up enough and reaching the desired condition you pulled him off of your mouth and standing up quickly you pushed him by his chest until he bumped the couch with the back of his legs and dropped down onto it. You straddled him but before lowering yourself on him he asked something for the first time during your studio invasion.

“Can I touch you?” his voice surprisingly insecure as his hands rested on your bare knees.

You looked him in the eye and just nodded, although for a quick moment you played with the thought of saying no just out of some sort of punishment.

His hands slithered up on your thighs; one reaching and grabbing your round butt, the other one slid between your legs to palm your pussy just to find out you have no panties on. A smirk appeared in the corner of his mouth but didn’t comment on the surprise, just stroked his fingers along your already wet lips making you even wetter as his fingertips circled your entrance. None of you saw what he was doing as the skirt part of your dress has covered both your lower half and his hands, and this just doubled your excitement feeling how skillful he is. By now he more or less knows your own body as well as you do.

Holding onto his shoulders you leaned your forehead against his as he expertly pushed two fingers inside you, starting fingering you slowly. His motions were sensual and you whined and writhed on his hand already regretting that you let him do this to you making you just more aroused, aching for feeling something bigger inside.  

You felt yourself close to cum on his fingers and that reminded you why you are here in the first place. A part of you wanted to go on to chase that first orgasm, but another part of you wanted to fuel your anger that feeds upon your betrayed heart, even if you’re perfectly aware that it’s not Ashton’s fault, he just grabbed the opportunity your agreement provided for him.

Reaching down you got hold of his hand and without explaining yourself, slowly pushed it away while your other hand let go of his shoulder as you slightly rose on your knees to reach behind you and take his cock in your hand, pump it a few times and finally position him right under your entrance. As you slowly and carefully sat yourself back on him, the incomparable feeling of his shaft stretching you engulfed you making you throw your head back with a half-suffocated whine torn out of your throat. He slipped his hands under your dress to grab onto your butt and a low ‘Fuck’ left his mouth when he felt how deep he is inside you as you went all the way down to make him bottom out.

“The way you take me…” escaped his lips and you just bit on your lower lip as you weren’t exactly in a chatty mood, but his compliments and praises always appealed to you.

Your hands found their support on the back of his biceps as you started fucking him with a quick and harsh zest, grinding your hips on his for getting the most friction you can just have. You were bouncing up and down on his cock and he watched your clothed breasts precisely follow the intensity of your movements, your hard nipples darting out the fabric of the dress, sweat fallen down your spine. You could see in the way he looked at your heaving chest that he’s fighting the urge to touch your tits, to get them out of the cruel imprisonment of your dress.

However your own completion wasn’t priority in this current situation yet you got closer and closer to it and listening to Ash’s groans and the way he was taking breath, he was close too and his voice always added to your own pleasure, it could singlehandedly push you over that particular edge. As your moans got louder and more frequent, your arms wrapped around his neck, your temple pushed against his, and you gave yourself in to the feeling; his hands on your butt and his own moans in your ear encouraged you to let go. As your walls started to squeeze around his thick cock, your climax washed over you; closing your eyes, one of your hands slid down to the side of his neck as your lips brushed against his ear. In that moment his fingertips pushed into the soft flesh of your butt, his lips captured your earlobe, teeth slightly scratching the skin as he released his cum inside of you followed by a faint groan.

Your hips slowed down to a full stop and you two spent a few moments in silence to catch your breaths, foreheads touching and only your heavy breathing could be heard in the soundproof room. You rose just enough to pull him out and sat back on his lap.

“Now would you tell me what this was really about?” his index finger reached under your chin to gently tilt your head in order for your eyes to meet his gaze.

“Do you… erm... Are you seeing someone? I mean besides me” you don’t know what he could hear out of your voice but it sounded sad and ashamed even for you.

“No” came the surprised but firm and peremptory response immediately.

“Ash… I know I have absolutely no right…”

“No, I’m not lying to you. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Then who was that girl you had breakfast with at the Breakfast House this morning?” you left a few seconds time for him to react but he was just staring at you like someone who had been caught, so you continued. “By the way, she’s beautiful, really. And I know I have absolutely no ground to even ask this from you since we agreed on no rules. But… Fuck it, it’s all the same now. A few weeks ago I started just realizing that I think of you more often. I’ve been out and saw something and my first thought was that ‘Ash would like this’. I tried to coerce these thoughts because you and I both hurt enough, but I had to admit, at least to myself, that I want you. I want more of you… not just the sex” you shyly played with the bottom of his t-shirt, but as you looked back up at him, you could see his lips slowly forming into a smile.

“Are you jealous?”

“Maybe I am, yes” your eyes poured out lightnings seeing that reckless and smug smile spreading on his face.

“You know, you’re not wrong. She’s really beautiful, indeed. She grew out to be a gorgeous woman,” his smile just grew bigger as he saw your puzzled expression. “But she’s my sister, Y/N.”

“Lauren Rose?”

“She’s here to visit some friends, and it turned out I could be grateful that she found a few hours in her strict schedule to meet his older brother at all” he chuckled.

“I’m an idiot” you leaned your forehead against his collarbone.

“No you’re not” he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers. This is the very first time you two did this. And weirdly it feels incredibly intimate now. “Actually… I have no idea how much longer I could have waited to confess the same feelings to you… feelings I also carried for weeks now.”

“Why- why didn’t you say anything?” you asked in awe as your thumb drew soft circles on his hand.

“You seemed so persistent on the no relationship thing that I thought if I bring this up, I’ll lose you. And that was the last thing I wanted to risk…” hearing this confession your hand reached out to caress his face and you leaned in to kiss him gently. “I didn’t want to lose this… whatever we have. What do we have, Y/N?”

“Each other, I guess” you smile at him. “So… can we give this… us a chance?

“I’d like it very much. And you know what else I’d like? To take you out on a date. A real date.”

“I’d be very much into that. After changing into something drier. And cleaner…” hearing that he kisses into your neck smiling.

“Are you free tonight?” he grinned.

“I don’t know… I’ll ask my boyfriend. He’s a famous rockstar, you know…” you cupped his face in your hands and immersed in a gentle kiss that meant a new beginning for both of you.

[rawiswhore]

*Insert Male Wrestler* x Fem Reader- “Party On Your Pussy”

What male wrestler?

Find out.

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Usually, you hate facial hair.

It sometimes makes a man uglier, especially handlebar and porn moustaches, and hides their gorgeous features, and you even wonder what one of these men would look like without facial hair.

But, there are a few men out there who are surprisingly handsome with facial hair.

Who are they?

Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Christian, Test, CM Punk, Rob Van Dam, Val Venis and Brian Pillman.

And they all just so happen to be wrestlers.

Even though you prefer Shawn without facial hair than with it, sometimes when he returned to the WWF in 1999, like when he cut a promo at Triple H and Chyna, and when he stood in the ring with Debra and Sable during an evening gown match while he was dressed in black, how HOT did he look? Oy vey.

Jeff doesn't have that much facial hair besides those sideburns, but during his original run in TNA in 2004 and 2005, he had a little soul patch of facial hair in a vertical line going down his chin.

Test and Brian Pillman are who you wonder what they'd look like without facial hair.

Rob Van Dam and Christian barely have any facial hair, but they have the perfect amount of stubble to chafe your skin.

Val Venis looks sexier without facial hair than with it, though he looks hot with that goatee as well.

Before CM Punk grew a beard and really blew up in popularity with that pipe bomb he made at John Cena, he was an up and coming wrestler in both the WWE and the revived ECW in 2006, and how hot was he during the late 2000's? Oy vey.

One night in 1999, when Shawn returned to the WWF for a brief period, you invited him back to a hotel room and told him what you want him to do to you.

In the summer of 1999, when Val had a lot of facial hair, you invited him to a hotel room and told him what you want him to do to you.

If it's Jeff, Test, Christian, Brian, Rob, or CM Punk you want, for Jeff the year is 2005, Test it's 1999/2000, Christian is 2000, Brian is 1996, Rob is late 90's/early 2000's and CM Punk is late 2000's.

Jeff didn't have any face paint on his face, Christian and Test had their long hair hanging down and not tied up in a ponytail.

When you explained to him what you wanted, you pressed your body on his, slowly swaying your body left and right, putting both of your hands on Shawn/Christian/Rob's facial stubble.

Your thumb rubbed across the top of Val/Test/Brian's goatee.

You could feel his erection pressing through his pants and trying to poke you in your vulva.

When you got into bed, you didn't have any bottoms on: no pants/skirts and definitely no underwear, and had your legs spread wide open.

He was lying on his stomach on the mattress in between your legs, his face was buried in your pussy, and you could feel his rough facial stubble/facial hair on your vagina.

Shawn/Christian/Rob's short, sharp facial stubble was poking and chafing your twat, but you didn't mind it.

Jeff/Brian/Test/Val/CM Punk's facial hair was chafing and tickling your vagina, Brian/Test/Val/even Jeff have facial hair that feels like an unkempt toothbrush.

The tip of his tongue poked into your twathole, where a gooey, salty white cream was inside your cunt.

The tip of his tongue could taste that salty white pussy juice in your twat, and he wanted to it that up.

You could feel his tongue inside your pussy, but you didn't mind it.

Your hand was behind his head, your fingers buried through his hair, and pulled him into your twat.

His nose could smell and inhale the scent of your pussy, your cunt smelled salty but delicious.

He flicked his tongue a bit when his tongue was up your pussy hole, tasting that little cream in your vaginal hole.

He probably isn't going to put his entire tongue inside your cunt hole, but maybe later.

His tongue slid backwards a few inches until it left your pussy hole, only for his tongue to lick up the middle of your vagina, to where your clit is.

Your clit was in between his lips, in his mouth, and he proceeded sucking on your clit.

He kissed your clit like it was your lips, making out with your clitoris.

Jeff/CM Punk leaned their faces until their facial hair was touching your pussy, Jeff's bristles were rough and dry.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" you moaned and cried, your eyes closed and your fingers grabbing his hair, but not too hard "Just suck my clit!"

Val groaned while he sucked your clit, his lips made your clit buzz and vibrate from that groaning.

He could nearly confess what he feels about your pussy, how juicy and yummy it is.

Brian/Val has such thick hair, perfect for your fingers to get lost into and grab onto.

He unwrapped his mouth off of your clit, which bugged you, but he began to flick the tip of his tongue on your clit, licking it, licking under your clitoral hood.

You can feel the sensation while he licks your clitoris.

"Mmmmmm!!!" you mumbled, biting your bottom lip as he licked your clit. "Don't stop!!!"

Even though he's licked your pussy many times, he can't wait until his tongue travels and roams all over your twat, tasting your juicy cunt.

His tongue rolled over your clitoral hood, sometimes in a vertical line up and down, other times horizontally across.

Your fingers were gliding down through his hair, your fingers messing up Rob's ponytail without pulling his hairtie off.

Your pussy's getting wetter and wetter while his tongue strokes your clit, and blood has been filling your clit up even before you took your bottoms off.

You feel like you can feel your vagina getting wetter, like it wants to release these drops through your vaginal pores.

His mouth is lubricating your clit with his saliva, sometimes he's leaning into your clit so much to kiss it, either by puckering up and kissing your clitoris, other times to put your clit in his mouth and suck on it.

"Ohhhh God, Daddy!!!" you whined and whimpered.

You hope the people next door won't hear you sexually moaning while he's trying to make you cum.

Test/Val's facial bristles above his lip are draping over your clitoral hood, chafing it, his bristles feeling rough over your hood.

Test, Val, Shawn, Christian and even Jeff Hardy and Triple H were in the WWF at the same time they had facial hair, and what if they all one night, were going to "run a train" on you where they all eat your twat out while they chafe your pussy with their facial hair.

He may as well confess it, since his tongue was up your pussy hole...

"You taste so fucking good" he confessed, his voice husky and warm, like a purr. "I can't wait to eat you out"

As his tongue caressed your clitoris, his hands caressed and stroked up and down your thighs, you could feel chills and tingles when he caressed your thighs.

Chills were running down your spine, whereas your head was arching back and forth.

You weren't faking this orgasm, he really did make you feel this way.

As you're moaning over and over, Brian Pillman is tempted to pick up the phone by the bed and call his friends, proving to them that he really is giving you cunnilingus.

CM Punk's hair was a little greasy while your fingers ran down his hair, whereas Christian's long locks were so silky, perfect to run your fingers through.

Brian/Val growled and groaned a bit while his tongue licked your clitoris, Brian acting like the crazy madman he plays not just in the WWF, but also ECW.

His growls made your clit buzz and vibrate.

"Press your tongue on my clit!" you ordered him to do.

He listened to you, where he pressed the tip of his tongue down on your clit, where your G-spot is underneath your crotch.

"Could you lick while pressing your tongue?" you asked him.

He could try to do that, and that's what he tried.

Did it work?

A little.

"You're so fucking hot" you moaned and expressed. "You're making me so fucking horny!"

He grinned a little bit hearing that.

Even though you have a sensitive clitoris, your nipples and areolas are even more sensitive, and it feels so good to rub and scratch them.

You're tempted to rub your nipples and areolas while he's eating you out, maybe it might even make you cum, though your fingers are already in his hair.

Sometimes, he even nibbled a little bit on your clit, not biting it too hard, but biting it gently.

Your clit and your vagina is so squishy and soft, like a mattress.

He was really building you up when he licked and sucked your clit, you felt like you were getting higher and higher with every lick he made, until you reached the very top.

"I-I'm gonna cum!!!" you cried out and exclaimed, feeling like you've reached the top of the hill.

Pretty soon, you creamed and squirted out of your twat, not enough to squirt like in some porn, but you did cum, and your vaginal hole leaked and poured some white gooey cum out, your clit pounding and beating like a heartbeat afterwards.

You cried when you came, wonder if he can feel the cum on his facial hair/goatee?

He's got a beard, well, you're tryna wet it.

Your fingers grabbed onto his hair when you came, though you didn't grab his hair too hard enough to hurt him.

Now there's only one place for his tongue to go...

Since you had came, his tongue lolled out of his mouth  and licked up and down the middle of your twat, licking up that salty, clear cum.

His tongue roamed on your pussy, licking up your left pussy flap, feeling the rough texture in that flap, only to shift and slide across your clit and drag the tip of his tongue down your right pussy flap.

Brian's tongue was zigzagging all over your pussy, licking your twat like the madman he plays in the WWF.

He was trying to not be too rough when he ate your twat out.

Test's tongue stroked your pussy very slowly and lovingly, caressing it, he licking your pussy like the mellow character he plays in the WWF.

Shawn/Jeff/Christian/Rob/Val/CM Punk's tongue ate you out normally, their tongues licking your pussy, making sure to taste your twat and make it last on his tongue.

You probably tasted better before you came, but whatever.

His tongue licked up and down the sides of your vagina like a Popsicle, like a paintbrush brushing a picket fence up and down.

Sometimes, the tip of his tongue licked across your pussy back and forth in a horizontal line.

It didn't just lick the sides and corners of your pussy, but also the middle of your twat, licking up and down over and over.

When his tongue was eating your pussy out, he was trying for his facial stubble/goatee to also touch your pussy as well, and sometimes it did.

His facial hair has been rough on your cunt and you want something to ease the pain.

Though, should he move his face a few inches away from your pussy until his facial hair isn't touching your vagina, that way his tongue will lick the parts poked by his facial hair?

Ah well.

There's a reason his face is buried in your pussy right now and not someone whose clean shaven.

Jeff's tongue was licking where his little soul patch was in between your vaginal flaps, his tongue easing the pain when he licked where his facial hair previously was.

Shawn could nearly invite Triple H over to eat your twat out, and Triple H was starting to grow some facial hair again in the summer of 1999.

Trips did look pretty hot in 1999, when Shawn cut a promo at him and Chyna, at least Triple H in the summer of 1999 looked better than he did in 2005/2006 when he had that handlebar walrus moustache.

"You taste so fucking sweet" he expressed, his voice husky, warm and sexy. "So tender, so juicy"

Val was trying to say this like his iconic porn star character he plays in the WWF, his voice gravelly but smooth.

Val groaned and took a deep inhale like he sometimes does when he cuts promos in the WWF, you taste that damn good to him.

That groan and growl he does is kinda unsexy though...

He remembered how his tongue tried to poke inside your twat hole, so he directed his tongue over to your pussy hole, where you creamed and came.

The tip of his tongue poked into your pussy hole, tasting the salty insides, and he managed to try to insert his tongue up your cunt hole.

His tongue curled and rolled together as it entered your pussy hole, feeling the sides of your vagina.

This was very strange, your eyes were bugging out and growing wild.

It's not his penis in your pussy hole or his finger, but his tongue.

Your eyes looked down, only to find him trying to penetrate his tongue in your vaginal hole.

He tried to make the sides of his tongue uncoil and separate while it was inside your twat hole, his tongue was stretching your pussy walls apart.

He tried to also make his tongue thrust back and forth inside your pussy hole like it was his own actual penis.

He gets an A for effort.

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They Don’t Know You Like I Do

This is a reupload, a throwback. It was originally written in 2019 and posted on my old account calumh-excess. I hope you guys enjoy.

In the same universe as We’re Outsiders.

Sandra should be out of his league. But with a good heart and an open mind, she gives Ashton a shot. That’s all he needs.

Greaser!AU.

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When there’s a knock at the door, Ashton’s a little confused. Though, knocks are more frequent now if he has to be honest. He racks his brain for who could possibly be at the door. It’s not Luke. He had to run some errands for his parents. It’s not Calum. He’s at work; left early this morning. Calum did agree to be at the race. And unless Calum forgot his keys, Ashton is sure that Calum wouldn’t be showing back to the house. 

So Ashton finishes zipping up the boot and walks to the door. Cookie stands on the other side, grinning. Her siblings attached to her hips. He grins at the sight. It’s very common on Saturday mornings for her to show up at his doorstep, whether Calum is home or not. More often not, since Saturdays seem to have picked up at the shop and Cookie seems to be able to sneak away before the morning rush. “Know your boy toy’s not here right?”

She rolls her eyes, extending out the glass dish. “I know. I did talk to him last night.”

Ashton takes the dish; it’s heavier than he anticipated. It smells good though. He won’t lie. The deep inhale almost makes his stomach growl and his mouth salivate. “Thanks.”  They don’t need to be taken care of, but it’s nice. She always brings enough for not just Ashton and Calum, but also Luke and Michael. “One of these days I’m gonna get that recipe.”

“Oh, hot stuff, we’d have to be married for that,” she teases laughing. 

“You say that like I won’t snatch you up from Calum.”

His only acknowledgement to the tease is a smile. “Got one more in the car. Can they sit inside for a second? If you’re not busy.”

“Yeah, they can sit inside for a minute.”

Teresa, Cookie’s sister, taps Ashton on the leg on the way in. A game they seem to always play where he attempts to dodge it, but never seems to skirt out of the way fast enough. Ashton buckles a little at the motion, careful of the food he’s still holding, and drags himself to the kitchen table. “I oughta report this!”

Her brother, Curtis, settles onto the couch. He’s always been quiet. But he smiles at the exchange and settles into the cushions. Ashton leaves the dish out. He’s glad Cookie came by. He wanted to ask her for a favor and had planned to stop by her place or the diner before heading out for the race. 

The door creaks open again and Cookie walks in, heading straight for the kitchen. She doesn’t linger long on the fact that there aren’t many groceries left. She just slips the glass dishes in and prays that they can get back on track soon. 

“You know,” Cookie starts watching her sister and brother pick up the deck of cards at the dinning room table and Ashton stand in front of her. “I could get you in at the diner. My folks ain’t that bad.”

Ashton shakes his head. He knew long ago when he lost his job that Cookie could help him out. Somehow it felt wrong, felt like he would’ve been intruding. Besides, he wouldn’t be down for long. “I appreciate it. But I don’t wanna put your folks in a tighter spot. If I start working there and someone hits the roof, y’all take the hit. Not me.”

“World won’t be so black and white one day.”

“Sometimes I think I could be doing more. More than just surviving and more than just hoping for you.”

“If you got marching boots, I know how to get you in.”

It’s only a nod. They are silent, even as cards shuffle in the background. But Ashton knows, by way of the stirring in his chest, that he’s going to be asking about that march.

“Well, I ain’t mean to take up too much time,” Cookie starts, seeing the current round is coming to an end. 

“Wait before you go, can I ask you a favor?” It’s not exactly the smartest thing in the world he’s done for cash, agreeing to a race.. Though he’s smart and never gets tied up for people that race for pinks. “I need some help.”

Cookie leans back into the fridge, the white Keds on her feet matching the tile as she crosses her ankles. “Help how?”

Ashton knew he shouldn’t have promised Sandra that Cookie would’ve been there without actually asking Cookie. However, by the time Ashton managed to get home, Calum had already gone to bed and Ashton for sure was not about to call up to her house at that time of night. He was just trying to get Sandra to see that he was just a guy, not the label that people had put on him. 

“I have a race.”

Cookie nods. “If you telling me Teresa actually hit you that hard that you can’t drive no more, I oughta sign that girl up for boxing or something,” she teases. 

Ashton has to laugh with a shake of his head. “God almighty, no.”

“What’s about this race and needing help?”

“I need you to tag along. I told this girl they were cool and I just need you around so she doesn’t flip.”

It’s a heavy sigh that expels from her lungs and Ashton all but slides to his knees as he grabs onto her hands. “Please, Cookie? Please?”

“These ain’t no family affair. I’ve got my brother and sister. It’s technically illegal.” While Cookie didn’t hold too fast to the rules that governed them, she was not about to act fast and loose in front of siblings. They have fast lips. 

“I’ve never seen a race,” Teressa cuts in. She’s dealing out half the deck between her and Curtis.

“See!” Ashton says, lips rolling over as he pouts. “C’mon. Just the one solid. Please.”

“And there’s a reason you haven’t,” Cookie replies. If she gets in trouble on her lonesome is fine. Her parents will flip, they’ll give her a lot of noise. However, that was her fault. If she gets into trouble with her sister and brother around that’s a whole new can of worms. One she’d rather avoid. There’s so much pleading on Ashton’s face though. And of course it had to be a girl too. Races aren’t scary, but they can get nasty.“You ain’t racing for pinks are you? Hate to leave you stranded.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m in no position to race for pinks.”

The house is in decent condition, but he’s between jobs and needs to find a new source of cash fast. His cars the only thing he’s got going for him. He was let off from his previous gig because the owner was worried about his rep. Not that Ashton wasn’t hard working and diligent at whatever he put his hands on. He busted his ass at work. The owner was looking at a ‘bigger picture.’ It’s bullshit if Ashton is asked. He didn’t throw a fit in front of the owner. He thought about it. He wanted to, but he didn’t want to ruin his chances. He quietly took the week’s pay and left the office. He’s got good word from this boss to another place. Ashton’s worried that his reputation is going to precede him all his life though.

Ashton finally continues, “Please, I need your help. I need the bread and she’s--she’s different, Cookie. She’s giving me a shot.” He’s totally smitten, but he wouldn’t completely admit that. Sandra didn’t exactly grow up on this side of town. None of the guys can help him out. Cookie’s his only shot.

It’s one of her few days where she doesn’t have to be on shift during the morning. She had really just wanted to hit the store to see if the hair grease she needed has been restocked and she wanted to just not think about anything until work. 

“Look,” she points over to Teresa and Curtis, “y’all gotta keep tight ships on those lips.”

“Thank you!” Ashton shouts and her siblings chorus. 

“And you,” she starts, finger singling him out.  “I beat feet after it’s done.” Cookie agrees. “But if there’s any heat, I am not hanging around.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Ashton gushes, wrapping her up in a quick hug. “And I totally understand about the cops. I’d literally do whatever to shake your trail. You know that.”

“I know.I know. You surely know how to put a girl in a pickle.”

“It’s a specialty,” Ashton returns. His grin wide. 

The kids continue their game of War before Cookie’s pulling out of the driveway first and waiting for Ashton to lead the way. Admittedly, Ashton didn’t tell Cookie that Sandra was a Soc, a Prep. But maybe she had figured it out by the way he talked about her inexperience with races. Most people would probably laugh at the fact he’s into a Soc. And he knows Cookie would never judge him, but sometimes even he felt a little shame in it. But Sandra is a saint and Ashton is in need of a blessing. 

His logic isn’t flawed, but it is a little wishful. If he wins the race, Ashton can show Sandra his world’s not all that bad, it’s not all dangerous. It has it’s danger for sure. But if he could just get her to see the good, then maybe he had proven that the labels were unjust. And it’s twisted thinking he knows. Sandra already seems him as a good person, she already sees something in him. But it’s the outside world. It was always going to be the outside world it seemed that would be in the way. It reminds of how he was with Cookie and god, it makes him feel like an asshole. He could be the first person to admit that. He would be the first to admit that. 

When they get the makeshift track, old back roads that lead to the deserted factory, Ashton spots the boys. They rush up from the dirt sides. Calum checked the car before he left this morning. But that was then and now it needs another glance, checking for holes in tires or rocks in the tracks.  

Ashton finds her, Sandra, in her red dress with black polka dots. She waves, but doesn’t make a move closer from her car. She swore to Ashton she would find a way to the race. He insisted that they could meet somewhere, but when she looked down, biting the side of her lip, he knew not to push it. He walks over, cheeks lifting into a grin. 

“I feel so overdressed,” Sandra whispers, tucking more of her hair behind her ear.

“Nah, I dig it.” It’s who she is and Ashton can’t stop the thundering of his heart. 

“You sure this isn’t an issue? Like I thought pinks would be involved and everyone here looks,” she doesn’t finish the sentence. This isn’t her crowd. She knows it; Ashton knows it. Ashton’s sweet though. Always helps her grandmother with the bags to her car. He even referred them to a great car shop. One of his friends works there, always looks out for them and makes sure to work on their car exclusively. He’s for sure a fun time, always laughing at something, always making up a new gig when there’s only her in the store and the radio’s playing a good song. But this isn’t her crowd. She’s not sure how they’re going to accept her.

“Hey, my guys are cool. Stick with them and there will be no issue,” Ashton urges. 

Sandra goes to speak, but then she notices a girl with a fro walking up to her, lips painted red. It’s a bold choice, but she wears it well. Ashton’s thankful that Cookie’s approaching. “That’s Cookie. Calum’s girl. The guy that works on your grandmother’s car. I told you she’d be here.”

Sandra nods, a smile lifting her lips. It’s a little bit more comforting to have someone else on Ashton’s side, that’s not a Greaser as company. She thinks the whole Greaser versus Socs is ridiculous, but she’s not naive to think that the lines don’t exist for everyone else. “You Ashton’s girl?” Cookie asks, knowing the true answer. But it’ll make both of them turn red and Cookie can’t pass up on that opportunity.

“Oh, no,” she mumbles as both their cheeks turn beat red. There’s a blashful glance between both of them. Ashton’s hoping Cookie’s teasing isn’t too much but he does like the sound of her being his girl. He needs to win this race, make a good impression and keep Sandra around. That’s all he wants. 

“Alright, Ms. Red, you guys are just friendly. I get it. Mind if I borrow the pretty lady for a moment?” Cookie extenders her elbow, waiting for the gentle grip to move them out the way of the race.

The touch is light and they walk up to the side of the road. Cookie can feel the nerves off Ashton’s girl. She keeps looking over her shoulders. Like she’s afraid something is gonna jump out at her. “First race?” Cookie asks.

The girl nods, ends of her hair flying up in the wind. “Ms. Red? That’s a new one.”

“What’s ya name? Maybe you’d like that more.”

“Sandra. But I like Red better. You’re the one really wearing the devil’s paint better than I ever could.”

“Then Ms. Red it is. And nothin’ wrong with a little make up.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just--,”

“Don’t have a cow, sweetheart. Just kidding around.”

They reach Cookie’s car, her siblings eying the girl on her arm. They’re suspicious of every new person they meet. It took them ages to warm up to Luke, Ashton, and Michael. She can’t blame them. Every white person to cross their path has only ever spit on them. She’s praying that they don’t hold such skepticism in their heart all the time. “Teresa and Curtis, my sister and brother. Ms. Red.”

Both of them give curt nods. Cookie goes on to introduce the rest of the crew before hopping into the backseat of her car with her siblings, she sits on the edge of the door, feet planted on the seat. Curtis sits between her legs. Teresa right in front of him. “Take a front row seat,” she offers to Sandra waving to the passenger side seat. Calum leans up against her car, right behind Cookie and her siblings, his hands buried in his pocket of his work pants. The switchblade curled into his fingers.

Sandra doesn’t miss the tension. She looks up to Cookie, the fear flashing over her face. “They don’t bite. Well, for anklebiters, they don’t,” she assures.

“You’re going to regret that,” Teresa interject, lightly tapping her sisters ankle. “White people just never done us no good.”

Kids, they’ll always be honest. “Tes,” Cookie warns. The tension is still thick, but the engines roar and Sandra jolts at the sound. “Get in, Red unless you want dust on that pretty little dress.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, climbs into the car and then kneels on the seat to watch them. Another girl, from the opponent's side, stands in the middle of lanes, scarf in her hand. She holds it above her head. She holds it there for a moment. Ashton revs his engine, just get get under the guy’s skin.  “The car’s a lot louder,” Sandra comments. It’s to no one in particular. Curtis climbs to the passenger side of the back seat and stands, looking over the door.

“Ashton’s engine is souped up thanks to Calum,” he says as the rumble settles. “Nothing illegal. Just gives him more speed from the start and he can maintain it for the entire race.”

“Hey, look at my man paying attention,” Calum laughs, holding his palm straight up for Curtis to slap it. They go about their handshake, a series of slap, pumps, and snaps.  

Curtis looks up to Sandra. “We ain’t trying to be mean. We just...sissy, what’s the word? Scared, but like not scared scared.”

“Worried or maybe concerned,” comes from both his sisters.

“Concerned,” Curtis repeats to Sandra. She nods. It makes sense all things considered for them. They have to be cautious to some degree. It’s a matter of life or death. Cookie’s teasing and offering of her car makes Sandra’s less anxious though. She’s completely outside of her realm and needs an anchor. They’re nice. “Nice dress too,” he concludes. “Sissy has a skirt like it.”

Before she can express her gratitude, engines growl to life yet again and Sandra snaps her attention to the road. Ashton doesn’t press down hard on the gas; he, in fact, gives the initial lead away. He can come behind and cut to the inside on the turn. He’s not worried about a lead. He’s got a plan. He always has a plan.

Sandra grips at the door, heart thundering in her chest. “C’mon, Ash. Take him.” The words are falling from her lips before she’s even realized it. After the initial kick up of a dust cloud, she can make out Ashton sliding inside. The first turn comes up and he cuts to the inside. There’s a tap to his bumper, but he tries not to show it. Keeps a steady hand on the wheel to correct.

There’s cheering, but it’s hard to catch it over the rumble of the engines. Sandra can feel it bubbling in her chest as she wants to join in again. She wants to scream his name. She wants to let him know she’s rooting for him. As the second straight away comes up, Ashton falls back just a little. The noses of their cars keep trading places.

Her pulse quickens, veins pumping against her skin. But Ashton looks so calm as they round in for the second lap. “Leave him in the dust! Burn rubber!” Sandra screams. It feels good to let the primal shout leave her lips. Louder shouts from Cookie and Ashton’s group start to cut through the rumble. The entire side of the road is almost as big of a roar as the cars themselves.

Ashton slips in front and hauls ass, pressing harder onto the gas. It kicks up another sputter of dust. As the last straight away comes up, Ashton keeps the car going as fast as it can. He doesn’t even stop until he blows past the start line. “Yes!” Sandra cries, pumping her arms into the air. As the drivers meet, shaking hands and exchanging cash, she climbs out of car and rushes over to Ashton.

“That was incredible,” she gushes. Her heart is still racing. He notices the childlike awe lighting up her eyes.

“Aw, shucks. It won’t nothing,” he replies, cheeks warming as her compliment. That was admittedly a tame race. They can get uglier, there can be scraps. But it’s a relief it didn’t happen. He didn’t want to show her that. He’s careful to stand in front of some of the nicks on the car He knows they traded taps on the course.

“It was pretty amazing to me.” The rest of them walk over, to congratulate Ashton. Cookie, much to her word, leaves after giving her cheers. Calum follows directly behind her, wanting to make sure she gets home safe.

“We ought to celebrate!” Sandra grins, brushing her hands over Ashton’s. She notes the rings adorning his fingers and plays at the pinky ring. “My treat! I’ve got a little of an allowance. What do you say?”

Ashton, flustered at the feel of her fingers over his, nods. “But I can cover myself.”

“Nonsense, you just won! No need to spend the earnings already.”

“I can’t.” He can pay his way through the world and he for sure doesn’t want to seem like he’s too willingly to take advantage of her niceness. 

“Ice it. You’re getting a treat! And don’t think you can run off either,” she warns, walking back to her car. 

Holding up his hands, Ashton knows he’s a goner. Hook, line, and sinker, there’s nothing he can do to save himself. The smile rests on Ashton’s face makes his whole body warm. “I’m listening. No runnin’ from me, ma’am.”

The rest of his guys cheer on his victory but soon it’s wrapped up and he climbs into his car, preparing to follow behind Sandra. Down the streets, Ashton realizes that he’s going further north. The anxiety starts to hammer at his chest and his fingers tremble. God, he doesn’t need trouble. Not right now, not after such a great victory.

Staring up at the sign of the parlour, Ashton’s takes a moment to exhale. He can’t afford trouble. He won’t get into trouble. He won’t. He’s going to just go inside, get a quick treat and then go on about his day. He parks right next to her, climbing out of the car. Eyes are already burning holes into his skin. He tries to swallow that bit of panic that his chest.

The leather jacket feels less like an accessory anymore. It’s armor. He wears it so they know. So they don’t start shit. He wears it so when his shoulders fall, the bulk keeps them wide. Even if he’s not looking for a fight, it looks like he’s ready to scrap.

“What’s your poison?” she jokes as they walk in together. “Stud like you maybe it’s chocolate.”

Ashton laughs softly, shaking his head a little. “I’m actually pretty square. Vanilla’s my vice.”

“Mr. Big and Bad goes for vanilla.”

“He does. Can’t tell anyone though.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” she winks, walking up to the counter to order the shake and even a slice of something for him as well. It’s as she leans against the cool material that she notices the distinct sneer on one of the waitress’ face. It dawns on her. She’s brought him to her side of town. But they don’t know him like she does. So she juts out her chin, reaching into the pocket of her dress. She plays at the bills and finally they girl walks down.

Sandra doesn’t let her open her mouth. “Vanilla milkshake, two straws. Slice of chocolate cake if there’s any left.”

“Anything else?”

A shake of the head no and she turns around to see Ashton, smiling up at her. He digs into his pocket and finds some change before walking over to the jukebox. He looks through the selection. He could be a sap. But right now he feels like making a little scene. He slips in the coin and presses for “The Twist”. Ashton snaps his fingers to beat, looking over his shoulder to her. She leans against the counter, laughing, hair flying in the ponytail.

Ashton starts tapping his foot, shuffling closer to her. People, he’s learned, are always staring at him. He’s gonna give them a reason to stare now. Sandra is beside herself, watching him singing along, while twisting himself side to side. The only thing that matters is her smile, her laugh. Ashton likes being a bit of a goof. He likes to have fun. He knows his life has never been easy, but there’s no reason not to smile. He makes it a goal to make someone smile each day. They deserve, everyone deserves a bit of kindness in the world. He thinks himself to be lucky to give that to anyone. Sandra admires that in him. This drive to give everyone a little piece of happiness.

When Ashton slides his way up to her, holding out his head, she doesn’t hesitate to give into his antics.  They dance in the middle of parlour. She holds onto hands, bending her knees. It’s easy to twist her torso side to side. She’s never been able to do this before. To just let herself go. It’s normally so much emphasis on being a lady, being prim and proper. She’s never really ascribed to you, in a way that she wholeheartedly believed. But she was well aware of the society she was in, the role she was told she had to play.

But she didn’t have to play games with Ashton. She didn’t have to pretend. If she wanted to swear, which she never did anyhow, she knew she could. If she wanted to let her hair down, she could. If she wanted to sit unladylike, she could. She was not restricted with him. And that freedom, the vulnerability, made her fall even more in love with him. God, was she in love with him?

“Uh, you want this shake or not?” the girl behind the counter shouts. “Been waiting for forever over here.”

Sandra walks over, sliding the cash across the counter. “Sorry. Just havin’ some fun.” Another set of hands slide in around her and grab the glass and the plate. She immediately notes the slender fingers, the rings.

“Just a little dancin’ sweetheart. No need to get heated,” he says before going back to their table. He notes one shake and the two straws. “Bold, are we?” he teases, handing one to her.

“What can I say? I’m livin’ on the wild side.”

Ashton brings a piece of the cake to his lips while speaking. “Yeah, so wild your hair’s still up.”

It’s not a challenge, just a tease. But Sandra brings a hand to her hair, untwist the elastic around her hair. Her hair falls down over her shoulders as she shakes it loose. “Anything else to say, Stud?”

No, he’s got nothing else to say.  That’s the thing about her, behind her button nose and blue eyes are a curiosity, a yearning to live life the way she wants to, not the way she’s been told to live it.

Outside at their respective cars, Sandra slips her hair tie from her wrist. The bow sells it, makes his heart warm more than he’s willing to admit as she slides it onto Ashton’s wrist. “Something to remember me by,” she grins softly.

“I’m always thinkin’ about you. So it’s not hard.”

“Smooth talking there.”

Ashton brings his fingers to her cheek before tucking just a little bit of her hair behind her ears. “When can I see you again?” Tomorrow’s her grandmothers doctor’s appointment. She starts her new job the day after. He’ll be okay even if it’s just for a quick moment to enjoy her company.

“I’ll ya a ring, okay?”

He nods, “Okay.”

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He knows Sandra’s grandmother’s car when it pulls into the gas station. He managed to snag this gig at the gas station. It’s not a lot, but it’s something. He doesn’t quite want to go into the factory just yet. He knows it’ll make him the most money, but he’s gonna clean up his act before doing that. She smiles at him, as he closes in on her hair. She’s still has her driving gloves on. “What can I do for ya, Ma’am?” Ashton teases, opening the gas cover.

“Fill her up.”

“How was work?” She’s a secretary at the firm in town. Not a lot, nothing to write home about but it helps out. Every cent does now for her and her grandmother. Her grandmother’s not sickly. Just getting up in age, requires a lot more attention.

“Long, just glad it’s over.” There’s a moment of silence. “Grandma wants to meet you,” Sandra says. Her voice is soft.

Ashton’s been dreading this. Her grandmother isn’t fond of people like him. Though she smiled in his face when he carried her bags, Sandra tells him that always sneered at home. Always said boys like him were no good. “Thought she hated me.”

“She likes you. Likes the man that makes me smile. But she doesn’t like how she’s never met you, according to her.”

“But once she finds out it’s me, she’s gonna blow her top.”

“No, she’s not. She won’t. I promise.” He finds that hard to believe. He wants to believe her. She seems so earnest. But Ashton knows that older people are set in their ways. He finishes filling her tank, taking the change from her fingers. “Hey, hey,” she urges, gripping his chin. “She’s gonna love you. Because you’re incredible and she just hasn’t seen that. All she’s seen is the leather jacket, the hair. She’s only heart stories. But she’s never sat down with the real you.”

“Most people don’t need to sit down with the real me to judge me.”

“She’s gonna love you.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can.” It hurts to see him pull his chin from her grasps. It’s not hard, not a jerk, just a soft turn to his head until her fingers fall from around his skin.

“How?”

“Because she don’t know you like I do. She’s gonna love you because I love you.”

His heart beats against his ribs. They’ve been seeing each other, including tucked into dark corners, for only a few months. But to say that she loves him, that’s a whole new thing. “You love me?” The question exhales from his lungs so softly she barely catches it.

With a nod, she grins. “Yeah, yeah I think I do. I know it’s only a few months, but call me young and dumb--,”

Ashton interrupts her with a kiss. “No, be young. Be dumb. We only get this shot once.” The words press against his lips. He should take his own advice. “I love you.”

Lip tucked between her teeth, she looks to the ground before glancing back into his hazel eyes. “So, my house. Saturday. 6:30?”

“Your house. Saturday. 6:30.”

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When Ashton stares up at the door, he swears for a hot second he might vomit. He tries to keep it down. These are his good penny loafers. He’d hate to ruin them. But there is just something in his gut that tells him that this dinner is a bad idea. It takes him another minutes to finally lift his hand to knock. There’s a moment before the door cracks open and Sandra is standing there, in a powder pink sleeveless dress, hair pulled back from her face.

“Oh is that him, dear?” Her grandmother calls, the voice far away.

It takes everything in Ashton to step through the threshold. When she finally rounds the corner, her smile falters. There it is. There’s the passing look of judgement clouding her face. “Hi, ma’am. How are you?” He asks, extending his hand.

She doesn’t reach for it. “Good, thank you.” Her gaze lands on Sandra. “Sandy, can I speak with you? In private?”

The two woman walk down the hallway and Ashton stands, right near the door. He could bolt. He could leave it behind. But he stands there, knowing the hushed whispers being exchanged are about him, are about her and him together. The voices get a little louder. He caught “not good” amongst the hurried murmurs. He knows he shouldn’t interject. It’s not his place. He steps through the living room. They’re huddled together.

“Ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude,” he starts. “But I care deeply about your granddaughter. I know the reputation that I have. And I earned it. I won’t lie.”

“You say that like I should give you a shot,” her grandmother snips.

He shrugs. “I’d like one. I’m not the type to make excuses for myself.”

“I know about boys like you. You’re scared and you’re angry. And you take it out on anyone that looks at you the wrong way. You hang out with all those other boys too, all they do is drink and get into fights. Even the girls they associate with get into trouble too. You’re kind are no good.”

“Yeah, yeah maybe I am scared and maybe I am angry. Yeah, I’m a lowlife in your eyes. But I’m the lowlife that carried your groceries to your car for a year. And I’m the lowlife that that keeps the tank full even if Sandra can’t afford it at the time. I’m greasy and not the goody two shoes you’d want for her. Yeah I’ve been in my fair share of fights and yeah I’ve put some people in serious hurt. But I’m not so bad. I’ve been you, okay? I’ve been on the other side of this conversation where you’re so worried about what others are going to think. And all you can see is the trouble I’ve been in.”

He continues after wiping at his nose with the pad of his thumb. He’s riled up. He feels like an ass. Is this how Cookie felt? He can’t change that. He does right by her. He gets her now. “I know the bad I’ve done. But I know the good too. You think me heartless. I wish I was heartless. I wish I didn’t give a shit so much about so many things. Took a friend in because his parents abandoned him. I was barely scraping by for myself, but I took him in. He needed to finish school. I didn’t. I dropped out. Had to. But him, he’s smart. He deserved a second chance. And his girl, she’s brilliant. I mean, the mind on her- I wish she could go to college. But she can’t. Her heart’s too tied to her family. Oh, and she’s Black. So it’s not like anywhere is going to give her a second chance.

“And my friend, Mike, man’s a wizard at the guitar. I mean, that man is bad at the guitar. But he hates playing in front of a lot of people. He could’ve been gone. Luke, Luke’s got some pipes. But he won’t sing unless Michael plays and because Michael doesn’t play all that often, they’re both here. They got families they care deeply about. They got families that they gotta provide for. So you can think of us what you want. You can think us all bad. But you don’t know us. You think you know us. You only know what others have told you. I really don’t mean any disrespect, Ma’am. But I just want you to consider that. Consider people are more than what you know of them.”

He looks to Sandra, who’s wearing a smile on her face. This is the Ashton she knows. Not one to hold back his tongue, one to always fiercely protect the ones closest to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ll be staying for dinner.”

She watches the way he pops the collar on his polka dotted button up. She’s know sure where he got it. But it makes her immensely happy to know that he matched a dress of hers. His shoes are silent over the hardwood floors. Sandra turns back to her grandmother. “You always taught me to be kind to everyone, to keep in mind everyone has their own story. But you couldn’t even take your own advice.”

“I was kind,” her grandmother retorts.

Sandra shakes her head. “You know what I mean.” She hoped her grandmother would change, she thought she could get the opinion to change. But maybe her grandmother would destined to always be stuck.

“You can’t keep seeing that boy. He’s no good.”

The words mean nothing to Sandra. Her grandmother relies on her. She’s not a child. Holding on finger up to her grandmother, she races outside, finally hearing the car engine roar to life. The evening has a slight chill but it doesn’t stop her from racing to the driver side door. Ashton rolls down the window. It took him forever to even gain the courage to turn over the key in the ignition. She’s probably come out to tell him this is it.

“You didn’t have to come out to tell me. I know,” Ashton says, staring straight ahead.

“If you thought I came out here to tell you it’s over, you’re wrong.” Her voice is soft. She reaches through the window, playing at the collar of his shirt.

“What?” He’s positive he didn’t hear her right.

“She’s older. She doesn’t know you like I do.”

“But that’s your--,”

Sandra cuts him off. “I know who she is to me. But I’m an adult. I want to be with you. And she can’t stop me. Give me a minute, alright? We’ll go somewhere else.”

When her lips brush over his cheek, Ashton can only nod at her request. She walks back into the house. Her grandmother sits at the dining room table, hands clutching her cane. “You can’t keep seeing him. I forbid it.”

“Grandma, I love you. But since you refuse to sit down and have a conversation with him, I don’t think your advice is the most well informed. Now,” she starts fixing her grandmother a plate. “You’re gonna eat. I’ll be back to clean the dishes. But you just relax.”

“Where are you going? Not out with that boy, I know.”

“His name is Ashton. As I’ve told you before plenty of times.” The plates makes a soft thud on the placemat. “Eat. I’ll be back.” She puts the rest of the food up. Her grandmother watches, shouting at her that he’s no good. But no one’s perfect. And she if wanted perfection, she’d never find it. Maybe that was part of her grandmother’s problem. She craved perfection so bad, craved to fit in, to not shake the table that she never saw how unstable the table was in the first place.

“Enjoy your dinner!” Sandra shouts, throwing a sweater over her shoulders and grabbing her keys. Ashton is still waitin in the car. She climbs into the car. “Let’s drive,” she giggles.

“I got a destination in mind. Bit of a tradition. Hope it’s not too square.”

“You? A square? Never.” The drive isn’t very long. The skating rink comes into view and Ashton spies Calum’s bike still around. They still have a little bit of time. They have to go to the rink on the West side. Too many people stared at them, a group of white boys hanging around and friends with folks like Cookie and Calum. And it’s not to say they didn’t get looks on this side either. It’s not to say that Cookie’s unfortunately gotten into with a few of her own, but it’s generally safer. 

“When we’re not supposedly running a muck of the town, we’re skating,” Ashton says.

“How’d you know I was a great skater?”

“You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.” She’s mentioned it more than that actually. But it’s not like Ashton’s keeping count. It’s not like he goes home and gushes to Calum probably too much about Sandra.

The pair walk inside and grab some skates. It takes a moment of wondering before they spy the rest of Ashton’s friends. Cookie spots them first, smiling. “What happened to the red, Ms. Red?”

“Let him borrow it for the day,” Sandra returns, rushing over to help take the pitcher from her hands. The table cheers, noticing the pair.

“Thought you had a fancy dinner?” Michael questions as they settle and tie up their skates. Ashton shakes his head. Michael catches on to the sour expression. That topic is canned without hesitation. They all knew about Ash’s concerns. They’re not really shocked, if they’re honest, that things went sour. It sucks nonetheless. They had hoped for Ashton Sandra’s grandmother wouldn’t be such an issue. 

Ashton gets to his feet first and takes her hand. They step out onto the floor and she glides off. Ashton’s not a terrible skater, but he’s not the best either. She turns around and sees him pushing off hard. “Alright there, tough guy?”

He laughs. “Keep yappin’ that’s fine!”

As they come around a second time, the song shuffles. Everyone recognizes the start to Put Your Head on My Shoulder. People start pairing off. Ashton spies Calum and Cookie finally coming back out. Sandra slows into his side, fingers brushing over his. “You look as coordinated as a baby giraffe,” she teases.

“Keep talkin here, just keep on.” There’s a moment of quiet between them as the laughter dies down, gliding next to each other. A little slower than the rest of the crowd, but neither of them cares. “Sorry about being frosted back there. I just--people don’t understand. And sometimes they don’t want to. Which is frustrating.”

She nods. “I get that. I’m sorry she refuses to listen. I wish I could get through that thick skull sometimes. She means well, but sometimes she can do harm.”

Ashton stops along the wall, pulling her gently into him. “It happens. But you chose me. Over everything.”

She shrugs. “Easy choice, if I’m honest.” Ashton cups her face, fingers gently brushing over the soft skin. He’s lucky to have her. He’s lucky she chose him.

“Aren’t you worried?”

“I’ve got a lot of things to worry about. But not you.” Ashton leans in, just a smidge, lips capturing hers for a brief moment. His breath leaves him. He’s sure time is either paused or sped up but he doesn’t care. There are some wolf whistles that pass by. And both of them know it’s his friends. Sandra buries her face into Ashton’s shoulder, the heat flooding her cheeks.

“You guys are assholes,” Ashton laughs, watching Luke, Michael, and Calum pass by. The song fades out. Something more upbeat turns over the speakers. He coaxes her out from his shoulder. “Don’t mind them.”

“I mean, kind of hard not too.”

“But you got me, baby. You got me.”

Her eyes twinkle and she cups his cheek before kissing him. She does have him. That’s a comforting thought, one that makes her feel safe. As their lips part, Sandra exhales a bit breathy. “C’mon now before your knees knock and you fall.”

“You got jokes now,” Ashton hollers after her figure, skating away. “Now you got jokes. I see how it is.”

The evening is filled with too many orders of cheese fries to be healthy, too many refills for Cokes. They sing along to the speakers and Sandra laughs, hooking her arm through Ashton’s. “You didn’t tell me you could sing.”

His smile is bashful, face turning red. “You ain’t ask before.”

“The four of you ought to start a band or something,” she concludes. She’s heard the stories of Michael’s historic guitar playing. Stayed over at night, once, to listen to the four of them act a fool, singing until the wee hours of the morning. 

“Good luck with that,” Cookie interjects. “All of ‘em hardheaded. Mine especially.”

“But you love it anyway, doll,” Calum returns, kissing her temple. 

The group decides as the twilight is swallowed up by night to turn in. Outside, they split off in various directions towards their cars. “Make sure you get your red back,” Cookie hollers, trailing behind Calum. “You look betta in it anyways!”

The group howls at the comment. “Nah, baby, it’s a team effort.”

In a flash, Cookie runs up, laughing, leaving Calum to wait at the bike. “I know that’s right. Good seeing you again,” she adds on sincerely. “I mean it, too.” Since the race, Sandra’s tried to talk to Cookie more, tried to ease the tension that inevitably may not disappear completely. But they can try. “Mrs and Mr. Red,” she laughs with a wink. 

“See how she put Mrs, first,” Sandra grins. 

Ashton nods. “Yes, yes, I most definitely did.”

Ashton pulls into her driveway, staring back at the same doors that shut him out. It’s okay. That door need not ope, he concludes. Sandra stretches across to give him one last kiss. It deepens when Ashton takes hold of her face. It’s not a kiss that conveys the passion that’s brewing in the both of them. It’s not a kiss that’s light and airy. It’s a kiss that spells how desperate they are for the other to know, deep down, this is real.

As they part, Ashton pulls off one of the main rings he wears and plucks the necklace off from around her neck. Threading the chunky gold metal onto the dainty chain, he rehooks the necklace around her neck. Sandra drops her hair around her shoulders to take a look at it sitting over the powder pink to her dress. “Something to remember me by,” he explains, from his wrist, she can see the hair tie still. How did she miss that?

“I could never forget.” 

She climbs out of the car and he watches to make sure she gets inside. As the door closes behind her, she grins to herself. Making choices is scary. She knows her grandmother will not be quiet about her stance. But this is the first choice that was solely hers to make. And she’s proud of it.

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The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 13)

Chapter 13 Title: Michael’s Return (and ohhh, whose this?)

Summery: Patton and Roman ask Virgil and Logan something, Patton and Virgil start working on wedding planning, and some well hated people show up!

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: author is not entirely sure How brunch works, mentions of strippers, teasing, MICHAEL, threats, unwanted flirting+advances, assault, weaponized tennis racket, flame thrower, cursing

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(Thank you to @kawaiikat54 for letting me borrow an idea or two!

And thank you to @kuroyurishion for the idea that is stared in the last few paragraphs! )

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It’s been two weeks since the Disney trip and proposal. Everyone loved the trip, and had so much fun, but they had to go back to work.

Roman called up both Logan and Virgil. He invited them to brunch.

After they accepted, and headed over to Roman and Patton’s house.

Logan and Virgil immediately knew something was up the moment they smelt cinnamon rolls and fries. Patton only makes cinnamon rolls when he’s nervous. And he only makes French fries to soften a blow.

Everyone sat down at the table, and grabbed their plates. After about 10 minutes of a tense, chewing filled silence, Logan spoke up.

“So, what is this about?”

“Wha- what do you mean?” Patton stuttered nervously. “Pat, you made comfort food. It’s ok, just tell us where the body is, and we’ll frame it on Roman.”

Roman made some offended princey noises at Virgil’s words. “Umm, excuse me!”

“You’re excused.” Logan replied, hiding a smirk at Romans enraged face. Patton, sensing his fiancé’s frustration, started giggling.

Soon everyone was laughing, and Roman playfully hit Logan. “And Virgil, for your information, we are not here about Patton. It’s about y’all.”

Virgil instantly stopped laughing, and looked terrified. Logan reaches over and squeezed Virgil’s hand. Patton whacked Roman.

“Common my love, you know you can’t just say things like that!”

Roman looked sheepishly at Virgil. “Sorry V, Let me rephrase, Patton and I have a question to ask y’all two.”

Patton nodded enthusiastically, and bounced over to the cabinet in the corner, and grabbed two envelopes out of the top drawer. He handed the red one to Roman, and sat back down, still holding the light blue one.

The fiancé’s smiled at eachother, then Roman handed Logan the red envelope and Patton handed Virgil the blue one.

Logan opened his and scowled at the amount of glitter that fell out of the envelope. Virgil opened his, took out the card, and started choking.

Logan looked worriedly at his shocked boyfriend. He then took his card completely out of the envelope and gasped.

It was a card that had a black bow tie on it, and said “TIME TO SUIT UP! Your service as bestman is requested.”

Logan looked up questionably, and Roman nodded. Logan smiled, looked over at Virgil’s card, and made an indescribable noise.

Virgil was staring down at a card that said “GET ME A STRIPPER”. Logan was stunned, and Virgil finally got the courage to open the card. The card unfolded, and instead of “GET ME A STRIPPER” it now said “GET out there and plan ME A bachelor party! STRIve for refined and uPPER class, fun but tame. (Will You Be My Bestman?)”

Virgil was silent for a minute before busting out laughing. He threw his arms around Patton and said, “Of course you weirdo! I would love to be your bestman, I’m honored!”

Patton smiled so very gleefully, and then Virgil continued talking. “As for the other thing, I’m sure Remy knows a place.”

Patton buried his head in his hands, and Roman wrapped Pat up in his arms. “Don’t worry dearheart, Virgil will do no such thing!”

“No, I am, the card asked me too.” Virgil said, knowing full and well that he was going to get Patton one of those singing striper bass’s and paint a blue ‘p’ on it.

Patton laughed, knowing his best friend wouldn’t do anything too drastic. Probably. Most likely. Hopefully.

Roman looked at Logan for support, and just saw a smirk. “I don’t do bow ties, but I would be honored to be your bestman.” Roman hugged Logan, and Patton hugged Virgil. Then they all merged together into one big group hug, mainly because Patton dragged Virgil over yelling “group hug!”

After everyone sat back down, Patton started talking. “We would also like y’all to help with the wedding planning!”

Upon the silence that followed, Roman started speaking. “You obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we just thought that it would be fun and exciting to have y’all be the co-wedding planners.”

Logan nodded. “I think that is a reasonable conclusion. Plus, it would be smart to include us, as we can make sure that you don’t burn your entire lifesavings or be too... what’s the word?” Logan said, looking at Virgil.

“Extra.” Virgil said smiling. “And Yeah, I would love to help with the wedding. Lo is great at expenses and Ro is great at shopping, so power couples right there.” Everyone laughed, and then Roman grew serious. “Speaking of shopping, I was thinking about... going dress shopping.” Roman looked up at his friends faces. “For a wedding dress. For me.”

“Cool, are you gonna wear heels or flats?” Virgil asked. “Uhh, wedges?” Roman said and Virgil nodded. “Good idea, both.”

Logan was studying Roman, and kind of freaking him out. “I always saw you in a full skirt, but I think a ball gown type would fit you over all aesthetic better.” Romans’ mouth dropped open. Then he started crying.

Patton immediately pulled Roman into his arms, and Logan looked very alarmed. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to do the aesthetic look, it was jus-“ Roman started laughing.

“It’s not about that nerd, I’m just so glad that y’all are so accepting.” Logan and Virgil looked at eachother then at Roman. “Of course we accepted you.” Logan said. “Yeah, besides, I always knew that you would wear something dramatic, might as well take Logan with you to make sure it’s not dramatically overpriced.” Virgil joked, and they all laughed.

-_-_-_-

A few days later, Patton and Virgil were making plans for the wedding bouquet. They were discussing how the Romans favorite flowers are red roses and red carnations, but Patton still wanted to tie a bit of the secondary blue theme into the bouquet.

*DING DING DING*

The bell over the door chimed, alerting them to a new customer. They both looked up from the planning book, and Virgil swore. Patton, recognizing the guy from the video Virgil showed him, narrowed his eyes.

“What the actual FUCK are you doing here?” Virgil growled.

“Oh come now,” Michael said, smirking. “Is that any way to treat a potential costumer?”

“You,” Patton seethed, “are not a costumer. Get out now.” Michael looked Patton up and down, then rolled his eyes. “Or what? You have no grounds to kick me or my boyfriend out.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at that last statement, and then another guy walked in. He was wearing an orange and black hoodie and an orange beanie. He smirked at Virgil then gave Patton a once over.

“The fuck?” Virgil said, not believing that the asshole was able to get someone to date him. The guy glanced at Virgil but seemed to be focusing mostly on Patton. He even leaned close to Pat over the counter.

Michael was watching Virgil observe the orange clad person. He smirked, very obviously delighted.

“Oh, what’s that look for hot stuff? Are you jealous?” Virgil looked at Michael like he was the biggest dumbass in the world.

“Of what? Your so called boyfriend is checking out my best friend! Are you honestly telling me that you are fine with that?” Virgil asked, in both shock and disgust.

“Ethan and I have an... understanding.”

As if to prove a point, Ethan leaned closer to Patton and smiled. “Hi shortie.”

Patton, who was contemplating attacking Michael, looked shocked that Ethan was so close. Pat tilted his head. “Do I know you?”

Ethan looked proud. “Nah cutie, I think I would definitely remember someone who looks like you.”

Virgil and Patton looked at eachother, then at the guys who were flirting with them. ‘Where oh where is my protective, freakishly good looking boyfriend when I need him?’ They both thought.

Michael walked closer to Virgil, and tried to reach for him before Virgil smacked his hand away. Virgil immediately regretted doing that when Michael’s face lit up.

“Oh come on baby, it’s not like Logan’s around to stop us, so why not have some fun? You can’t actually tell me that you honestly like that robot, can you?”

As Michael hoped, Virgil got pissed.

“Yes, I can honestly tell you with 100% sincerity that I like Logan. More than like, he is expressive and playful and serious and calm. He is literally almost prefect in my eyes, so you can go FUCK OFF!” Virgil shouted, and shoved Michael back.

Well, at least he attempted to. It turns out that Virgil’s outburst is what Michael was hoping for. As soon as Virgil had but his hands on Michael’s chest to shove, Michael grabbed his wrists and pinned him again a shelf.

Patton is livid and tries to go and help Virgil, but it turns out that when he was silently cheering Virgil on, Ethan made it around the counter.

So when Patton moved to help Virgil, he ended up getting shoved and pinned against said counter. Patton looked at Ethan with fury in his eyes, and Ethan just looked amused.

“So...” Ethan starts, rubbing his hands up and down Patton’s arms. “Are you single?”

Patton looks at the engagement ring that was on his left hand. Ethan was holding his wrists, so Patton wiggles his fingers to bring attention to the ring. Ethan looked at it and shrugged. “So?”

Patton was dumbfounded. “Are you serious? No, I’m obliviously engaged! Plus, aren’t y’all two,” Patton nods toward where Michael and Virgil are watching them, “a thing?”

Ethan shrugs again. “Ehh,” he said, leaning into Patton’s personal bubble.

“We have an understanding. He can play with his boy toy,” Ethan gestures to Virgil. “And I,” Ethan states while placing his hand on Patton’s cheek, despite Patton’s efforts to bite him. “And I can play with mine.”

Michael forces Virgil’s gaze to lock onto his, and rubs circles onto Virgil cheek with his thumb. “While we let them get better aquatinted, how about we finish what we started at my Party?” Michael runs his hands down Virgil and leans in closer. He Virgil tried to move away in vain. Virgil could see the twisted joy in Michael’s expression and could feel Michael’s breath on his lips, when-

*BOOM DING DING DING POP*

Michael and Ethan both whipped their heads around, allowing the Virgil and Patton to see there heroes.

Logan looks like he just finished eating some of the glass window he broke, and Roman looked like he was about to light Ethan up with the flamethrower he was holding.

Wait-

“Roman, why the HELL are caring around a FLAMETHROWER?!” Patton yelled.

“To protect my fiancé with. Also, it matches the rage and fire in my eyes and soul.” Roman says while making it very obvious that he was pointing the gun at Ethan.

Logan looked at the ground and silently picked up the baseball bat that had been left by the door earlier in the week. He didn’t say a word, but if looks could kill, Michael would less then dissolved ash.

Logan gripped the bat, and stepped closer. “May I ask just what in the ever living FUCK you doing to my boyfriend?”

Michael looked a little afraid, but tried to keep of the facade.

“Well, before you so rudely interrupted us, we were having a moment.” Then Michael caressed Virgil and ghosted his lips over Virgil’s, touching but not quite kissing.

Logan’s eyes flashed.

Virgil shook his head. “We were not having a moment! I assure, I don’t want to be here!”

Logan’s look softened when he looked at Virgil. “Don’t worry starlight, I know.”

While Logan was confronting Michael, Roman started towards Ethan.

“And just who the hell are you?” Ethan smirked and said “I’m Patty’s new boyfriend.” Then he grabbed Patton around the waist and he kissed him. “Also, Patton told me that he doesn’t want to get married to you anymore. Just thought you should know.”

Roman gripped the flamethrower, planning a murder. He stepped closer to Ethan. “Is that so? Hmmm, Pat?” If Patton said yes, then Roman would walk away. But if he said no...

Patton viciously shook his head, looking like he was about to throw up. “No! My prince, you know I only want you.”

Roman smiled softly at Patton. “I know darling.”

He looked at Ethan. “You, however, need to get the fuck away from MY fiancé, so I can beat your ass!”

Logan told Virgil to duck and swung at the same moment that Roman slapped Ethan with the butt of the  flamethrower. Logan missed, mainly because he was trying not to hurt Virgil, but Ethan let go of Patton.

Patton dropped to the floor, but came back up 5 seconds later, holding something. He then started trying to hit Ethan with a barbed wire wrapped tennis racket. Ethan was so busy running from Patton that he ran straight into the punch Roman threw.

With Ethan now down for the count, Roman embraced and checked on Patton.

Logan swung and Michael ducked, resulting in Virgil being able to get free. He only made it about two steps before Michael grabbed his wrist and pulled him to where Virgil’s back was flush with Michael’s chest.

Michael yanked Virgil’s face, then kissed him hard and forcefully. He then forced Virgil to look at Logan. “How are you gonna get me without hurting your precious ‘starlight’?” Michael asked tauntingly.

Instead of answering Logan threw the bat at Michael’s head and hit him squared in the nose.

Michael released Virgil and Virgil ran into Logan’s arms. Logan wrapped Virgil tightly in his arms. He spat on a bleeding Michael.

“I hope it broke that time, bitch.”

Logan the picks up Virgil bridal style, and took him outside to where Roman was on the phone with 9-1-1. The cops arrested Michael and Ethan for three different types of assault. Roman and Logan explained how they had planned to surprise Patton and Virgil with a late lunch, and Romans flamethrower was actually a prop he was needing to repaint.

The paramedics checked everyone out, and everyone was deemed ok.

As soon as the paramedics left, Roman took Patton to their house for cuddling and affirmations of love. (Roman repeatedly told Patton that he was very brave, but Patton just wanted to know that Roman loves and still wants him after today’s events. Ethan made Patton worry that Roman would think that Patton didn’t care for Roman. But Roman knows how much Patton cares, and Roman would never not want Patton.  And that night, Roman made sure that Patton knew it.)

Logan took Virgil to his house. Logan’s house was closer to Virgil’s work, Thomas’s house, and Patton and Roman’s place, so Virgil had been staying over there a lot and already had nightclothes there.

They had cuddled and watched The Black Cauldron. Virgil was still a shaken, so Logan spent the entire movie whispering sweet nothing to Virgil while kissing him on the cheek, forehead, nose, everywhere but the lips.

Virgil started to think that it was for a reason.

“Hey Logan?” Virgil asked, his voice very soft. “Yes starlight?” Virgil smiled at the nickname, but became serious once more.

“Do you think I’m disgusting because of what Michael did?”

Logan was stunned. “Of course not Virgil! If you feel nasty you can take another bath, but I don’t think that you are disgusting. If anything, Michael is disgusting because he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

Virgil started crying. “When he said that we were... you just looked so mad... and then when he... I thought you hated me..”

Logan scooped his boyfriend into his lap and squeezed him tight.

“Ohhh starlight, I am so sorry that I ever made you think that! I could never hate you, you are one of the most wonderful things in my life!”

Virgil stopped crying as much, as stared at Logan. “Really?”

Logan was determined to make Virgil believe him.

“Yes. I was planning to ask after the wedding, but Virgil, will you move in with me? You are already here all the time, you already have your own drawer, and every morning when I wake up without you in my arms or night where your face is not the last I see is just a waste. So, will you formally move in with me?”

Virgil wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck and kissed him deeply. “Of course I will! I love you!” Virgil said, then slapped his hand over his mouth.

That was the first time ‘I love you’ had been said between them.

Logan smiled and kissed Virgil. “I love you too.”

They spent the rest of the night cuddling, comforting, kissing, and saying ‘I love you.’

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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 5  (Calum Hood AU)

I WAS JUST as excited coming home today, but I contained my enthusiasm, in fear that I’d be walking into another argument like last night.  Fortunately, when I approached the front door all was quiet.

“Hey, I’m home,” I called, dropping my bag gratefully and entering the kitchen.  I was famished, and it was only the early afternoon.  I didn’t know if I could make it to dinner without eating something.

Hannah was sitting cross legged at the table, ignoring the full bowl of popcorn next to her as all of her attention was captured by her phone.

“Yeah, hi,” she said distractedly, and she didn’t look up when I sat down across from her.  She didn’t look up when I snatched some popcorn, either.

Chewing thoughtfully, I questioned, “What’s up?”

Finally snapping into reality, Hannah shut her phone off and slid it far away from on her so it was out of arm’s reach. 

“Sorry, Ashton is supposed to be at work right now but instead he’s texting me about reapplying to schools.”  Her expression was slightly embarrassed and defeated, and I felt a pang of sympathy.

“At least he’s trying to help,” I offered gently.  Hannah just waved her hand.

“I know he is, he’s annoyingly kind that way.  But whatever, what’s up with you?  How’s work going?”

I couldn’t hold back a smile any longer.  “Actually, work is really good.  I have a date tonight.”

Hannah’s jaw dropped.  “Shut up.  With a coworker?  You didn’t tell me there were cute baristas there.”

“No no no, a customer.  He came in yesterday and I totally bombed his order, but then he was back this morning and asked me to dinner.”

Her eyebrows raised approvingly.  “Dinner, wow.  Any idea where you’re going?”

Frowning, I realized I had no idea.  Was it going to be super fancy, or completely casual?  I also realized I had no way to ask, since I gave him my number and he didn’t give me his.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.  I’ll even raid my closet for you, if we can’t find the perfect outfit.”  I smiled appreciatively at her, just as Luke and Calum entered the kitchen.  They were in shorts and muscle tanks, dripping with sweat.  Calum’s curls were glistening and stuck to his forehead, and his skin was shiny with sweat.  Clearly they’d just finished a workout, as both their chests were heaving.

“Perfect outfit for what?” Luke asked, grabbing a water bottle for himself and Calum.

Before I could answer, Hannah jumped in.  “Scarlett has a date tonight with a guy she met at work.”

I flushed, unsure why I was embarrassed at her telling them.  For some reason my eyes shifted to Calum, and I watched him take a long swig of water, avoiding my gaze.

“It’s your second day and you already have a date?  I’m impressed.”  Luke came over to give me a fist bump, and I shrugged off his praise.

“I didn’t really do much to earn it, other than ruin the poor guy’s coffee.”

Hannah shook her head firmly.  “Scarlett, you could serve a guy motor oil in a mug and he’d still drop to his knees to ask you out.”

Luke raised his bottle.  “True.”  Next to him, Calum set his jaw.

“Come on,” Hannah beckoned, grabbing my hands to lead me up from the table.  “We need as much time as possible to get you ready.”

“Hey,” I protested.  “I’m not half bad right now.”

We locked ourselves in my room and got to work.  Even though I wasn’t half bad, I still needed a lot of work.  But I begged Hannah not to go too overboard with the makeup; after all, Jeremy had met me when I looked like a mess at work, and still wanted to ask me out. I doubted he’d appreciate a pound of makeup on my face after seeing me like that.  He texted asking for the address, and I already felt flutters of excitement at his message.

Hannah picked up yet another brush to add some sort of powder to my face, and I immediately recoiled.

“Are you trying to paint on an entirely new face?” I demanded.

“I’m only accentuating what you already have,” she swore, holding up two lip glosses.  “Do you think Jeremy is a champagne sparkle or nude pink kind of guy?”

“I think he’s probably colorblind when it comes to these things,” I joked.  “Just pick one.  I hope there won’t be any left on my lips by the end of the night.”

Hannah smacked my arm with a cackle, opting for the champagne gloss.  “You sneaky bitch,” she said, happily swiping the gloss across my lips.  I ruffled my gently curled hair and glanced into the mirror, eyebrows quirking in surprise.

She was right; I still looked like me, just...a better version.  My green eyes were rimmed with liner and mascara-thickened lashes, accentuating their sparkle.  My cheeks were dusted with shine and a slight blush, and my lips looked full and kissable.

“You’re a miracle worker,” I told Hannah as she started rifting through the closet.  “Seriously, no one can even tell I have the under-eye bags of an eighty year old woman!”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a few items to try them out.  “Maybe you wouldn’t have such dark circles if you actually slept.  Calum said you were slumped over the kitchen table this morning!”

I flushed, embarrassed that Calum had brought that up.  Did he do it to mock me or out of concern?  I couldn’t read Hannah’s words very well to figure it out.

Casually, I asked, “Did he also tell you that we woke me up in time for work?  I would’ve missed my shift if not for him.”

Hannah glanced over.  “No, he didn’t mention that part.”

I frowned.  Why wouldn’t he want to brag about saving the day, being the hero?  Surely he’d want to use it against me?  Every interaction with Calum just confused me even more, and I’d never met a single person more puzzling than him.  I wondered if I’d ever figure him out.

“Alright, try these.”  Hannah handed me a few options, mainly dresses and skirts.

“Wouldn’t jeans be a safer bet?  I mean, I still don’t know where we’re going.”

Hannah folded her arms, expression firm.  “Absolutely not, Scarlett.  With those legs, jeans are a sin.  You have to show what you got.”

Chuckling at her confidence in me, I eyed the options.  An emerald green, ruffled dress with flouncy sleeves stuck out to me, and I decided it was the winner.  It wasn’t as daring as the tight black dress Hannah offered, and I could dress it down if need be.

“Perfect, that’ll look great with your eyes,” Hannah stated, reaching for the knee high boots I’d worn the other night.  “And with these, you’ll kill him on sight.”

I laughed, grabbing the boots and slipping into the dress.  “I don’t want to kill him before we have any fun.”

Hannah gaped, pretending to be shocked.  “Should I expect not to see you later, then?  Planning on spending the night?”

Biting my lip sheepishly, I shrugged as I laced up the boots.  “I don’t know,” I answered honestly.  “Would I be opposed?  No.  Am I expecting anything?  Not really.”

Hannah put a hand to her chest, sighing dramatically.  “I feel like a proud mother.  Let’s go break some hearts.”  She grabbed my hand and we skipped down the stairs, giggling as we joined the guys in the kitchen.  They were all gathered around a large pizza, bickering about something I couldn’t quite catch.

They all shut up when we entered, and Hannah splayed out her arms as she sang “Ta-da!”  I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and blushed, hating all of the eyes on me.  Being the center of attention was never something I sought out, and whenever I was placed in the spotlight I usually shied away.  This particular spotlight was a lot harsher and brighter, considering the added pressure that Calum’s gaze added.  I felt like I was burning up in front of his scrutinizing stare.

“Sure you wanna give this guy a heart attack before you get a chance to eat?” Michael warned, eyebrows wriggling mischievously.  I huffed and shuffled my feet.  Hannah gripped my shoulders and beamed at the guys.

“I’d like some credit for my handiwork.  Her knotty hair wasn’t easy to tame.”

“Hey!” I objected, shaking her off.  Suddenly my phone buzzed in my bag, and I pulled it out to see who texted.

I’m out front :)  -Jeremy

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I took a deep breath before dropping my phone back into my purse.

“That’s my cue,” I said, giving a nervous smile.  Calum scoffed.

“He’s not gonna come to the door?  What a gentleman.”  My face fell at his criticizing words.

Hannah let out an irritated ugh.  “Look who’s talking,” she shot back.  “When have you ever been a gentleman?”  She didn’t give him time to reply before grabbing my arm to spin me out of the kitchen.

We reached the door and I inhaled shakily, nerves joining the butterflies in my stomach.  

“I want a full report when you get home,” Hannah instructed.  Softening her voice, she added, “Please have fun.  You deserve it right now.”

I wrapped my arms around her in a quick embrace, trying to communicate my gratitude without words.  I could tell by the shine in her eyes she understood, and with one last apprehensive glance I walked outside. 

A sleek black car waited by the curb, and I could see Jeremy leaning against it, hands in his pockets.  He looked good; so polished and put together.  I was glad to see his outfit matched mine in terms of niceness; I wouldn’t be over or under dressed after all.

As I approached, he swept an arm out to beckon me in as he opened the side door.  I giggled at his medieval gesture, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

“I know this is archaic,” he confessed.  “But I realized after texting I probably should’ve rang the door, so take this as my first chivalrous act of the night.”

Clicking my seat belt in place, I smiled over at him as he started the engine.  “It’s no big deal.  In fact, I’m kind of glad you didn’t come to the door.  My roommates probably wouldn’t have let us leave for at least an hour.”

“And why is that?” he asked, pulling out of the neighborhood onto the main road.

“The interrogation, of course,” I explained.  “I can’t go to dinner with just anybody.”

He laughed.  “Intense friends, I take it?”

My smile faltered.  Shit, was that joke too much?  Am I scaring him off?

“I wish my friends cared that much,” he continued.  “Sometimes I feel like I could go out with a zebra and they wouldn’t care.”

I chuckled, grateful that he didn’t think my comment was crazy.  We had idle chat for a few minutes more until we arrived at the restaurant, and I was pleasantly surprised.  It was a cool, modern Chinese place with intoxicating aromas wafting from the door.

Jeremy must have seen my expression, because he pumped his fist slightly.  “You’re happy with it?  Thank god, you have no idea how much I was worried about picking the perfect place.  I thought Italian was too informal but French was too stuffy, and then I thought: everyone likes Chinese food, right?”

“Right,” I echoed.  “I could eat fried rice every day of my life.”

We were seated right away as Jeremy had called ahead to make a reservation.  Our little table was right in the middle of the restaurant, and it seemed like we were surrounded by couples on all sides.

Our waitress came by and Jeremy ordered two drinks for us, something on their special’s menu.  I tried to hide a smile; no guy had ever ordered for me before.

“It’s the best thing here,” he told me.  “Even better than the food, even.”

“You’re setting my expectations pretty high, watch out,” I warned good-naturedly, and he ran a hand through his chestnut hair.

“I just hope I don’t disappoint.”

Our conversation was easy and continued right up until the food came.  He was right; whatever drink that he’d ordered was crazy good, and I was tempted to order multiple.  But being tipsy made my words slip, and I didn’t want to look like a fool.  The fried rice I ordered was beyond good, and for a few minutes we just ate in comfortable silence.

“So, what are you up to other than ruining coffee?” Jeremy asked me.  “Where do you go to school?”

I swallowed a lump of rice, desperately trying to stall time to come up with an answer.  I should’ve prepared for these sorts of questions, but I was so excited for the date I forgot.

“Um,” I began, toying with the end of my hair.  “I was going to school in Sydney for a while, but then I relocated here to do my studies at home.  I have plans to go back really soon, though.”  I hoped my response wasn’t rushed and transparent.  Jeremy thought about it for a second, and my heart was throbbing in my ears.

“I hate being in one place for too long,” he finally said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  “Especially now, when I’m so young and there’s so many things to do.  I just want to experience everything life has to offer while I can, you know?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, although secretly I knew I wasn’t that kind of girl.  I wished I had time to explore and experiment, but with school always being a number one priority and then the tragedy with my parents, I knew that kind of life would never be for me.

“I only wish my old man felt the same way,” he admitted, and I lowered my fork.  The conversation was taking a more serious turn.

“How so?”

Jeremy shrugged.  “He’s always been a stickler for me to go to school, get a job, do everything so textbook.  But I just think, I’m young, I’m healthy, I have all the time in the world to do what I want.  And what I want to do isn’t sit around and study.”  He smiled suggestively.  “I’d much rather spend my time asking pretty baristas to dinner.”

I blushed at his joke, my cheeks hurting from smiling.  Jeremy was just so charming, and I could see myself listening to him talk for hours.  “I wish I had more of that attitude.  Sometimes I think school and work overwhelm my life, to the point where I don’t even have one.”

Jeremy nodded.  “Well, spend more time with me and maybe I can change that.”  His hazel eyes sparked as I gazed into them, and suddenly all I wanted to do was spend more time with him.  Maybe Jeremy would be the one to finally pull me out of my slump.

The rest of dinner went amazing.  I thought the waitress was about ready to kick us out, we were there for so long.  But eventually the night did wind down, and Jeremy graciously picked up the tab.

“I’m paying next time,” I scolded him, sliding my purse onto my arm as we made our way to the exit.  “I can’t believe you wouldn’t even let me leave the tip.”

He threw his hands up in defense.  “Hey, I told you, chivalry is definitely not dead with me.”  I rolled my eyes as he laughed, and gasped softly when I felt his arm sling around my shoulder.  He pulled me into his side, and I inhaled his expensive cologne.

I didn’t want to disconnect from his warm embrace when we got to the car, but sadly he let me go so I could sit.  I was buzzing with excitement, not the least bit tired.  My favorite part of a date was always the end, the anticipation of whether he’d kiss me or not.  As we drove away, disappointment crept into my mind.  Did he want to kiss me?

For the entire drive home I was a nervous wreck, right until he pulled up next to the house.  He shifted to face me as he turned the car off, enveloping us in silence.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Scarlett, but I think we might just have to do this again.”

My grin was wide, and I pushed my hair out of my face.  “I think I could live with that.”  

His eyes drifted down to my lips, and I almost squealed with joy when he leaned in to kiss me.  His lips were warm, and he tasted like the drink we’d had.  I rested a hand on his neck, and his fingers wound into my hair.  He didn’t use tongue, which I guess I appreciated seeing as this was our first date.

Finally I pulled back, and bit my freshly plump lip.  “See you later, Jeremy.”

He nodded, looking giddy himself.  “I will definitely be calling you, Scarlett.  Leave your ringer on.”

I laughed as I climbed out of the car, shutting the door and giving him one last wave before he drove off.

Feeling on top of the world, I pushed through the front door into a dark house.  I thought everyone was asleep until I saw Hannah in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and sifting through mail.

I dropped my bag on the ground and strolled over.  “What’s up?”  I was surprised she didn’t jump on me as soon as I walked through the door.

She glanced up, and I could tell by her grave expression something was wrong.

“What it is?”

Hannah sighed, and grabbed one of the envelopes from her stack.  “It’s from school,” she whispered.  “I opened it, just because I wanted to know what they said.  And it’s a bill.”

My heart thumped in my chest.  “A bill?  But I thought...I dropped out, that’s it.”

She shook her head.  “I don’t know, the fine print was so confusing.  Something about paying back grants and aid?  I don’t know if it’ll be the last one, either.”

All of the joy from my fun night evaporated as I read the amount at the bottom of the letter, feeling sick to my stomach.  “Hannah...” I murmured, face falling into my hands.  “I don’t have this money.  I don’t have...any.  I don’t even get paid at the cafe for two weeks.”

She rubbed my arm soothingly.  “It’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out.  Maybe call the people who helped with your parents?  See if there’s anything left?”

I nodded, sniffling as tears blurred in my eyes.  Footsteps announced someone else’s arrival, and I felt Calum’s presence before I even looked

He watched us for a second before leaning over the table.  “Got my mail, Hannah?” he asked, and she handed him an envelope.  It was plainly marked, and I just glimpsed the words Margaret Hood before he snatched it away.

Calum studied my appearance a little longer, and I knew he could see my watery eyes.  I prepared for some snarky comment, or a jab about my date.  But he didn’t say anything; instead he just waved the letter in his hand.

“Night, guys.”

I watched his back retreat towards the stairs, unsure whether the pit in my stomach was because of Hannah’s news or the way his expression was almost sympathizing.

[no-idea-what-imdoing]

[mostly] out of context high school (mostly) quotes part 2/?

Hi so I started posting quotes from the first term (I secretly collect things my classmates say that are funny for entertainment purposes) but I never finished. We just finished the first semester (somehow we haven’t been shut down because of covid and I don’t think the junior class has had a positive case yet I’m only qaurentined because my dad tested positive)

So yeah this’ll be part 2? I think

Also I don’t know how I’m going into my second semester of junior year it doesn’t seem real I have a year and a half left of high school that’s so weird-

Anyways the quotes:

Emus are just awkward ostriches

Ah yes baguette

*knocks over lamp*

You dropped your router Gavin

Shut up. I have not had a good day okay

S1:I got stuck behind 5 semis

S2:That’s why you pass all 5 semis at once

T:That is why no one is allowed to ride with Owen

Legendpony88

Stopppp

I miss my baby embryo

I look like I’m gonna shoot up the school

Gavin I really respect you for shutting Micheal up

Yeah he can be…

An idiot?

Yeah

(Gonna provide context for this so we were talking about Breonna Taylor’s murder in English and Micheal decided to say ‘Well according to my source she-‘ after that kids started yelling at him even unmuting themselves on google meets to yell from their computer and resident conservative thinks political science is a real science history nerd wants to go into politics Gavin is just like no she was sleeping it wasn’t on her and that effectively shut him up because even conservative boi (he is respectful of others opinions tho and has gotten less homophobic than two years ago but then again most of us have) was like no. She was sleeping. The police were in the wrong.)

Human eyes are so tasty

Sofia kinda sus

S1: Why are you guys dressed in all black you look like you’re going to funeral (note: he is a Pastors kid and everyone considers him the most annoying person in our grade)

S2: We are

S1: Who’s

s2: Breonna Taylor’s

S1: Oh-

I probably look high as f*ck I was spacing off and my eyes were wide and I didn’t notice until he was looking at me

Isn’t there a jerky machine

A jerky machine what does it do *i wasn’t paying much attention*

Uh uh a drier

A dryer???

Dehydrator

There’s one in the sky

I’m just sitting here seeing if I can make chicken jerky and you guys start talking about satellites

Lamb is just fuzzy beef

You are fluffy you are large you are aggressive you are a Buffalo

He’s not agrresive

You just punched him in shoulder

I think I’m cutting off blood circulation

Maybe you should take less stuff

I need all of the stuff in it

We’ve talked about this

He has three computers

I know

Justin how do you plan on getting into college

That’s a good question

He’s gonna be a Minecraft youtuber major

It’ll all be worth it in the end when you get accepted to [community college in gville] or [community college in p-town]

Don’t mess my hat up or you’ll eat my steel toes

If i act like it’s a Friday I’ll wake up and it’ll be Saturday

REMEMBER WHEN I GAVE YOU SHAKEN BABY SYNDROME YESTERDAY

HAHA MICHAEL IS BEING USED AS A NET HIT HIM IN THE FACE

He is the human equivalent of triple stuffed oreos

You should join the swim team it’s got all the sporty parts of sports without the sweat

1: Should I keep the skirt or change into jeans I look like a mom

2:Your fine hurry up

wow look at this library

This library is huge

Woah look at all the books

NO MORE MOMO MOMO IS CREEPY

Did you bring the biology paper?

I did.

Did you finish it

I will…BEFORE biology

I’ve only done actual work in VPS twice and once was standing on a desk to duct tape a flag to a wall

Kids just walk in from testing to see me standing on a desk

Knowing you that’s not too strange of a sight

You know what isn’t a laughing matter? Police brutality.

Joe said he isn’t gay so I guess he’s bi den

Could I bring a whole pumpkin pie as a snack to testing

Its because upperclassman think they’re so cool

Because we are.

(Said during the upperclassman lunch period by seniors)

Hmm how do we find a loophole

We throw bricks.

I like that

Macaroni is a cheap delicacy

A middle schooler walked by and said I looked like Dwight from the office

*Book called book of dust*

This is the book after infinity war ended

Never say that again

This is like a Wattpad book cover

Their bathroom has 2 switches

Like most bathrooms the bar is so low it’s on the floor

Gillian would you like a snack

I’m broke

You could pay for it with your soul oh wait! You already sold it!

*laughs and play grabs snack*

Ok this is everything from term 1

[calmlftv]

burlesque!sos - chapter 3

description: rory bumps into a handsome stranger while at the bar who seems to be having his own troubles. an explosion of sorts from crystal also sets you back a bit.

warnings: some yelling and one injury

word count: 3.6k

taglist: @spicycal​ @castaway-cashton​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​

chapter 1      chapter 2

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You sat up straight at your vanity, your freshly painted red lips perfectly pouty as you took in the dramatic changes your makeup made to your face. Georgia sat right beside you, a dazzling grin on her face and a small pencil brush in her hand. 

“Well?” She asked, turning your head to look at her. 

You matched her grin. “I love it!” 

Georgia squealed, clapping her hands together before she collected herself. “Now, if you ever need help with makeup again, you know you can always count on Sister Georgia!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, happy to have the curly red head in your corner. You both stood quickly after, adjusting your fishnets and mini skirt in the mirror as your heels snapped against the floor. It was your first night performing and your adrenaline was pumping, the music being tested through the speakers just outside of your backstage area. Chairs scraped the floor as they were adjusted, the crew's loud laughter drifting back to your ears between bits of music. 

You readjusted your top for the 10th time as Sierra strutted into view, another tight dress on her body with the heels to match. Beside her was a new boy, his curly blonde hair held back with a bit of product. 

“Ladies,” Sierra called, clapping her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. The chatter died down, all eyes trained on the new boy. Your eyes traveled down his body, taking in his silk black button up and tight ripped jeans. 

“Ladies,” Sisi said again, gaining everyone’s attention. “Now that you’ve all had a moment to devour our new toy with your eyes, please give a warm welcome to Luke. He’s our new waiter, and he’ll be popping back here to bring any drinks you heathens want. Be nice to him.” 

Luke smiled, lifting a hand to wave as a collection of voices said ‘hi Luke’. You could tell he wasn’t used to the attention but welcomed it, his stance getting more confident as eyes moved to him. 

“I’ll let you all get acquainted as time goes on,” Sisi continued, one hand resting on Luke’s shoulder. Even in her heels, he was taller than her. “But we have patrons coming in any minute, so let’s finish getting ourselves ready!” 

The girl all cheered at that, all of them returning to what they were doing before as Sierra turned on her heels to walk away. Luke remained where he was, obviously a bit nervous as he looked around, no doubt trying to get his bearings. 

Feeling bold in your new attire and look you sauntered over, a coy smile on your lips as you reached him. “Hi, Luke,” you greeted sweetly, holding out a hand. “I’m Rory. I’m new here, too.”

A look of relief washed over the man’s face, his hand taking yours as he gave it a squeeze. “Hi, Rory, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m glad I’m not the only fish out of water here.” 

You laughed lightly, lacing your own fingers together behind your back as you spoke. “Far from it. It’s actually my first night performing.” 

Luke looked impressed by your words. “Well, you look like a pro from where I’m standing,” he said kindly, a smile on his face. The two of you paused for a moment before Luke looked behind himself. “I should, uh, probably head back out there. Break a leg, Rory.” His hand reached up and rested on your arm, his smile still on his face as he turned and walked away. 

As he left you bit your bottom lip, releasing it when you remembered the lipstick Georgia had spent so long perfecting for you. So far, all the men that worked here were tall glasses of water, and you were a thirsty little thing. 

You quickly shook the thoughts from your head, returning to your vanity without incident as the band played a bit of jazz for the patrons already walking in. The digital clock on the back wall displayed the time in bright red letters, your heart racing as you decided to focus on what was before you: your first performance at your new job. 

** 

Calum carefully smacked down the shot glass, his face puckering as Michael, his new friend, laughed. 

“Bit too much, mate?” He joked, still laughing while sliding the glass back to himself. 

Calum quickly shook his head, his styled blonde hair making him resemble a golden retriever puppy. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Michael chuckled, turning around to wash the glass. 

Calum licked his lips, turning on his bar chair to face the stage. He had gotten to Express just as the doors opened, paying the admission fee and quickly parking himself at the bar. Within a few minutes Luke was appearing from a side door, his eyes scanning the crowd before landing on Calum and grinning. 

Calum smiled as his best friend walked over, giving him a hug as he reached him. 

“Thank you again for coming tonight, mate,” Luke said, sincerity in his voice as the bartender slid a tray over to the other blonde. Luke nodded to him and gestured to Calum. 

“Cal, this is Michael, the lead bartender,” he said, Calum smiling and shaking hands with the new blonde. “Michael, be nice to him, alright? He’s got a broken heart to heal.” 

Michael chuckled. “You got it, brother. He’s in good hands.”

Luke grinned and nodded, turning on his heel and tucking the tray under his arm as he moved into the crowd to help the seated tables. 

Now, after another round of shots, Calum was feeling better. All the weird exotic stuff Michael has given him to test were hitting hard, his liquid courage making him feel nearly invincible as he watched the girls dance on the stage. A pretty blonde and a girl with lavender hair were on the stage now, moving along to whatever jazz beat was being played by the band, and Cal turned back to his new friend. 

Michael was beaming proudly, his eyes locked on the stage before he finally turned back to Calum. “Sorry,” he said, grabbing a new glass and filling it with water. “The blonde one is my fiancée.”

Calum nodded with understanding, taking the water and sipping at it. “Congratulations,” he said kindly, smiling at Michael. “How long until the wedding?” 

Michael shrugged. “Haven’t set a date yet. We keep going back and forth on it.” 

Cal nodded, chuckling as he lifted his glass to his lips. “I know that feeling,” he stated, pausing to chug the rest of the glass before setting it down and standing. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” 

Michael nodded, gesturing towards a curtain hanging on the other side of the bar. “Through there is the staff entrance, you can chill out there and slip back in real quick. No re-admission fee.”

Calum smiled and nodded, thanking Michael before making his way to the curtain. While he wasn’t fully wasted he definitely had to focus on his footing, finding the door Michael was talking about and stepping outside in the cool air. The door shut behind him and he was enveloped in silence, leaning against the building and letting out a sigh. 

His fingers dipped into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighter and lighting up. He was aware of what an awful habit this was, but the euphoria that came with the first drag was enough to relax his tense shoulders. He stared up at the sky as he blew the smoke, continuing his drags until his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Expecting a text from Luke he was surprised at the name on the phone, the man freezing for a second before stomping out his cigarette. He cleared his throat before he answered. 

“Hey Nia.” 

“Hi Calum,” the woman on the other side of the phone greeted. An awkward silence fell for a moment before Calum spoke up. 

“Uh, what’s up?” 

Nia sighed on the other side of the line. “How are you?”

Calum chuckled darkly. Now he wishes he still had his cigarette. “I know you didn’t just call to check in on me. What do you want, Nia?” 

The woman sighed in annoyance. “Oh, now I have to want something from you whenever I try to call you? I thought we were going to try being friends.” 

“Yeah, well, it’s only been 2 months since I caught the love of my life cheating on me with some guy from her work, so, apologies if it’s taking awhile for me to forgive you.” 

Nia groaned. “Do you have to bring that up every time-“ 

“You never could handle me telling you the truth.”

The other side was quiet, the silence speaking volumes. “This was a mistake. Bye, Cal.” 

A click signaled the end of the call, Cal gripping his phone as he let out a breath. He pulled it down from his ear and shoved it back in his pocket, turning to face the wall and leaning his forehead against it. He closed his eyes and breathed, focusing on that instead of the anger boiling over inside of him. 

After a few minutes he was calmed down enough to go back inside, the effects of the alcohol he had downed so far already losing their edge as he stood up straight. As he pulled open the door the screech of tires sounded from the street, his eyes and head turning that way - causing him to bump into the poor soul on the other side of the door. 

A yelp mixed with the feeling of someone bouncing off his body snapped his attention back, the frame of a girl now laying on the floor as Calum froze. 

“Shit-“ he started, propping open the door with his foot as he leaned down to help the girl up. He noticed now that she was dressed in fishnets and heels, his eyes going wide as he took her hand. 

“Holy shit I just knocked over a burlesque dancer,” he said, helping the girl to her feet and meeting her eyes. “Holy shit. Uh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” 

The sound of laughter bubbled up out of the girl, the sound bringing a small smile to Calum’s lips. 

“Thank you, but I’m okay,” she giggled, stepping outside as Calum let the door swing closed. Her red lips curled into a smile. “Admittedly a little stickier than I was a few seconds ago, but fine.” 

Calum smiled in return. “Stickiness is definitely better than an injury,” he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets as he met this girl's eyes. After an awkward second he cleared his throat, holding out his hand. “I’m Calum, by the way. Calum Hood.”

The girl took his hand and smiled again. Her lips curling almost forced Calum to smile back, the look absolutely enchanting. “I’m Rory. It’s nice to bump into you, Calum.” 

Cal chuckled. “I’m sorry again, I should have been paying attention.” 

The girl waved off his apology. “Don’t worry about it, love, we all have those days.”

“You’re too kind,” he chuckled, still feeling guilty for almost injuring a dancer. Even while in her performance attire and makeup, Cal could tell this girl was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. “Can I buy you a drink at least? To make up for it?” 

The girl - Rory - was about to answer when the door swung open again, Michael stepping out and stopping short at the sight before him. He stood aside, a hand lifting as his thumb pointed behind him. “Ro, they’re looking for you backstage.” 

Cal looked back at the woman and sighed, a smile still on his face as her eyes met his. 

“Raincheck?” She asked, Calum nodding as she started to slip inside. “Michael, can you take his number down for me?” 

The blonde nodded, masking a confused look on his face before he looked at Calum. Once Rory was gone he spoke. “What’d I miss?” 

Calum laughed, stepping inside and clapping Michael’s back as he did so. “Nothing, mate. Don’t you have a bar to manage?” 

** 

A few months pass and you and Calum become friends, the two of you growing rather close as you texted and talked. The conversations remained friendly, but as you started to hang out in person, the tension rose a bit. It was obvious to any passerby that you two wanted the same thing, but both of your oblivious nature’s won out. You convinced yourself that he only wanted friendship, solidifying that thought when he told you the story of his ex; his clearly broken heart was on the mend, and you decided to keep any feelings for him that venture outside of plantonic to your damn self. 

Rehearsals and performances came and went, patrons enjoying your company as you opt to sit in the audience at times to watch your friends take the stage. You did this so often that you knew many of their routines, sometimes mimicking the moves in the privacy of your own room just so you could prove to yourself you knew them. While you would never admit it to anyone, you sometimes practiced these extra routines so one day you could maybe perform them yourself. 

With the passing time seemed to come a growing resentment for you from Crystal, too; her obvious but hidden distaste for you has become quite public, her attitude towards you backstage always keeping you on edge. She would take over conversations you were in and exclude you in an effort to make you feel unwelcome; she would spill things on your vanity “accidentally” so it would take you longer to get ready; and sometimes she would go too far and hide your performance attire from you, burying them in the racks at the bottom of the spiral stairs. While this all made your blood boil, you kept your distance, taking the high road and doing your best to remain positive. She never seemed to really be out to hurt you anyway. 

At least, not until now. 

Rehearsal had started like it always does for you; you arrived early and stretched, Sierra and Ashton arriving a bit early as well and walking you through some helpful new stretches for some of the new routines you had learned. Slowly the other girls trickled in, most of them carrying whatever coffee or tea that needed to get through whatever hangovers they were still shaking off as they crossed the threshold of the building. Sisi pretended not to notice the large sunglasses on your friends faces, instead looking at a sheet of paper Ashton had in his hands as Crystal and Michael walked in. 

Since your first rehearsal with the group, you had filled in on all the gossip and relationship drama; specifically all the ideas about Crystal and Michael. Michael had respectfully asked for permission from Sierra and Ashton to marry Crystal before he proposed, knowing that their relationship could affect their business, and when he got permission he popped the question. Neither of them wear rings to work, claiming neither of them wanted to worry about losing it, but Georgia’s theory was probably closer to the truth; no rings means more tips for Michael, and no ring meant more fun for Crystal. 

The couple stepped inside and started going their separate ways, Crystal giving Michael a quick kiss on the cheek before she joined everybody on stage. Michael waved to you on his way to the back, a smile on his face as he disappeared. Your friendship with Michael had evolved a bit since you ran into that handsome stranger by the staff entrance; he enjoyed teasing and joking around with you, knowing you had thick enough skin to take it and dish it out at the same time. Genuinely, you thought of Michael as a friend, even though Crystal thought of it as more. 

You shook your head clear of your thoughts as Sierra started speaking, paying attention as she gave you the run-down for practice. You took a quick glance at the line, noticing one of the girls was missing before looking back to Sierra. 

“As you ladies may have noticed,” she started, meeting your eyes and gathering your confused expression. “We’re missing Daisy today. Yes, she is still working here, so don’t worry about that.” The girls all audibly sighed in unison, causing Sierra to chuckle a bit. “She is, however, pregnant and at an ultrasound appointment this morning.” A unified gasp and excited chatter exploded through the girls, all of them so excited for their friend. 

Sierra clapped her hands, gathering everybody’s attention again before continuing. “So, because of that, Rory will be taking over Daisy’s spots in routines. So places, ladies, let’s get this ball rolling.” 

Georgia caught your eye and grinned as you got into position, your lips curling into an identical expression as you took your new spot by Crystal. 

Most of practice was quiet, everybody helping you learn Daisy’s parts and assisting you in cleaning up your movements. The time eventually came for you to do the number Daisy had with Crystal, the two of you on stage together running through it for the first time. 

During a certain move you lost your balance, unfortunately crashing into Crystal while the music paused. Your head bounced off the wooden stage, a sharp stinging pain shooting your head. Your ankle throbbed, no doubt twisted while you were falling, the pain dragging a pained wince from you. Beside you came a frustrated groan, the sound of heels clicking towards you making you look up as you tried to stand. 

“Could you please learn how to fucking stand?” She asked, anger painting her face. “That move was easy, yet you still managed to fuck it up. How?”

“I didn’t mean-” 

“Of course you didn’t!” Crystal said, throwing her hands up in the air. The girls were silently staring, mouths dropped open as tears pricked your eyes. “You never mean to. Instead you just float through every number like it’s nothing to you. Do you think you can just coast through here like you’re some golden girl? If you’re not going to put in the effort then there’s the fucking door, you ugly tramp.” 

The air around you froze, the silence absolutely deafening as you sniffled. The pain in your ankle and head had reached a peak now, tears spilling from your cheeks as Crystal’s tirade continued. Your ears were ringing now, not entirely listening as she continued for a few more sentences. 

“Enough!” 

The loud, sharp command came from the back of the room, your eyes turning to see Sierra, Ashton and Michael standing in the back. Ashton and Michael wore identical looks of shock, Sierra’s covered in seething anger. She was the one who spoke, a storm approaching the stage as she moved forward. 

“Crystal, my office. Right now.” 

Crystal huffed and turned on her heel, stomping backstage towards Sierra’s office. Georgia immediately scrambled on to the stage to you, her petite figure kneeling beside you and taking you into her arms as you sobbed. You gripped her shoulders, your body shaking as she ran her fingers through your hair. 

Another pair of hands appeared on you, hooking themselves under your knees and across your back and lifting you up. You curled into the body carrying you, not even noticing it was Ashton as he and Georgia carried you off the stage. Sierra appointed a senior dancer in charge and stormed to the back, Ashton and Michael hovering over you as everybody was forced to continue on with practice. Georgia lingered until Ashton gently escorted her back to the group, the girls moving on with a different number while Michael kneeled next to you with a medical kit. 

“What’d you hit?” He asked kindly, reaching up to gently wipe at the tears. You had calmed down significantly, the pain still radiating through you while Ashton took your now swollen ankle and propped it up on his jacket. 

“M-My head,” you said thickly, sniffling. “And I-I think I twisted my ankle.” 

Michael nodded, his hands gently combing through your hair as his eyes looked your head over. “Okay, so the good news is I can’t feel or see blood anywhere,” he said, smiling at you. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, the clouds behind them worrying you until Ashton spoke. You looked over at him as he shoved a cell phone back into his pocket.

“Mike,” he said, Michael turning his attention towards the other man. “Kay is on her way. Go grab some ice packs from the back, please, let’s see how much of this swelling we can get down before she gets here.” 

Michael nodded, giving you one more smile before moving to the back. Ashton shifted to your side, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. 

“Love,” he said gently, his hand finding its way under your chin and tilting it towards him. He gave you a gentle smile. “Don’t listen to her, okay?” 

Tears threatened to spill again. “But she’s right-” 

Ashton shook his head, squeezing your hand again. “No, she’s not. You’ve worked much harder than some of your sisters here, and you deserve to be here just as much as they do.” He glanced at the group of girls starting the opening number, his voice dropping in volume as he leaned a bit closer. “Honestly, you’re better than most of your sisters, too.”

His compliment made you smile, his lips reflecting it back to you. “There’s the winning smile.” 

“Thank you, Ash,” you said kindly, Michael appearing beside you again with two ice packs wrapped in cloth. HIs words helped you feel a bit better, but the sting of Crystal’s harsh words still lingered.

The three of you stuck together until a woman in scrubs walked in, Ashton immediately moving towards her and kissing her cheek. He guided her over to you, her kind smile immediately easing your worries as she knelt beside you.

“You’re in good hands, Ro. We’re gonna get you fixed up.” 

[heathsbitch]

Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

xiv. THE EPSOM RACES

          James had gone back to Ada's house and Ivy and Thomas walked over to a group of people crowded around a car. As they neared the vehicle, Ivy could see that it was the Peaky Blinders that stood around the car. "You're late." John jokingly scolded. There was a slim man standing next to John. Arthur. A smile grew on Ivy's face as she noticed her friend. "Please, we had business." Tom told his brother. Arthur walked towards Tom and engulfed him in a large hug. They patted each other, "How did you get me out of that?" The eldest Shelby asked."I need you today, brother. We pulled some strings." They pulled out of the hug and Arthur went over to Ivy. "You alright?" The girl asked him. "I am now." He replied and rubbed her shoulder. Ivy saw John out of the corner of her eye. "So Arthur's back in charge now?" he asked. "He's in charge of you," Thomas told his younger brother. "And you're both in charge of them. Look-out duties only today," He pointed towards Ivy and Finn. The girl hadn't even noticed Finn stood in the corner of the crowd. "Tom, I'm getting sick o-" Finn started to complain but Thomas cut him off. "Finn, you don't obey orders, you don't come. Same goes for you, Ivy." Ivy looked towards her friend, a look of sadness passed across his face. She gave him a look of sympathy and he returned the look briefly. Ivy began to look around the group and she noticed a certain face was missing. "Tommo, where's Michael?" The man turned to the girl, and pulled her away from the crowd. "Listen, Polly told me that she's trying to send him away, to London. She wants him as far away from this business as she can get him. Pol was trying to do the same to you but I convinced her to let you stay." The girl stood there, silent, unsure of what to say next. "Do you think he'll leave?" She asked, hoping that the answer would be 'no'. Yes, Michael scared her and yes, he was annoying at times but he was still Ivy's friend and she didn't want him to leave. "No. He has more to offer us. And to you." With his last comment, he returned to the group, leaving Ivy stunned. 'What did he mean by that? Did Tommo know that Mickey was the one who stayed with me the other night?' She asked herself multiple questions but didn't further any of them onto Tommo. She was glad that Michael was probably going to stay, though. Ivy went back to the group and listened to Tom's new orders.

"Johnny Dogs. Your boys will meet us there." Tom asked the gypsy. "Well, the Lees will be there, captain." He responded. "Captain?" Thomas questioned. The small man went to explain the reasons behind the nickname, "I've promoted you. Well, the boys say that you're no longer like a sergeant major. Fucking those rich women and using those fancy words," Ivy couldn't help but think that Johnny Dogs was referencing her mother, she ignored the comment however. "I'd say you're more like a captain these days." Tommo continued to look at the floor whilst his friend spoke. "Fine then, I'll take that as a compliment. Just don't bloody shoot me," He joked with the men. "Let's go to the Derby boys." Tom walked to the front of the car and everyone followed. "Alright, then. Light 'em up!" Arthur spurred everyone on. Everyone climbed into the car and sat down. Ivy got squished in between Arthur and Finn. The smell of musk and men filled the van as they set off to Epsom. "Shit." Ivy whispered. "What's wrong, Vee?" Arthur asked the girl. "I can't go to the bloody Epsom races dressed like this." She gestured to her plain skirt and shirt that she wore. Finn giggled at her worry. "You'll be working so don't worry." He added after he stifled his laughter. Ivy shot him a glance but waited for Arthur to say something else. "John said that Tommy said that he has a dress for you. You can get changed when we're there." Ivy nodded her head, relieved at the fact that she had something nicer to wear. She just hoped it that it fit."Hey," Ivy nudged her friend's arm "Are you okay?" She asked, worried about how he felt after what Tommy said. He sighed deeply. "Yeah. I'm just fed up of Tom treating me like a child. He lets you do more than me." He ranted, the noise of all the other men almost drowning him out. "I'm sure that's not true." Ivy placed her hand on Finn's leg to comfort him. "It is true. He took you to get Michael, he took you to the auction, he took you to see the horse. Why would he take you if he didn't trust you?" Finn's hand rested on top of Ivy's. When she spoke, her voice came out soft. "He took me to get Michael because I was one of the only people to know that Polly had kids. He took me to the auction because I practically begged him to go and he took me to see the horse because my mum is the one training him. He's just trying to protect his family. The only reason he's keeping me around is because I'm useful when it comes to manipulating my father." She spoke for longer than she had meant to but kept her eye contact with the boy. "Okay." He muttered softly, agreeing to what she was saying.

About ten minutes into the journey, the men became bored. "Ivy can sing." Ivy tapped Finn's leg a tad too hard to scold him for what he said. "Go on, Vee. Give us a song." Arthur encouraged her. "No, I-i'm okay." Ivy tried to worm her way of the situation. She was definitely not confident enough to sing in front of all of those people. Ivy turned to face Finn, annoyance plastered over her once-docile features. "Please." The teen pleaded with a pout in his lips. 'How could I say no to a face like that? He looks like a lost puppy.' She asked herself. "Fine." She reluctantly agreed. Ivy thought of songs that she could sing to the men. She needed something to get them riled up but not too rowdy.

"I'm checking my vital signs, Drawing my battle lines, Going to war again, Feeling the rhythm inside of my chest,"

It was a strange genre of song that most of the men had not heard before. They bobbed their heads to Ivy's song. Towards the end of the song, she directed her words at Finn.

"These words that I write are for someone like me To know you're not alone The moves that you make, yeah, they come with mistakes Don't ever lose your hope Just know, you were born for this,"

Ivy's head became heavy, the closer they got to Epsom. Her eyes began to close and her head sank onto Finn's shoulder. When they got to close, Finn lightly shook her shoulder, "Ivy, you need to wake up now. Tom says you can get dressed in here, no one will watch." She agreed to his proposition, although she wasn't sure how true his words were. All of the men left the van and Tommo came in, a white dress, grey coat and small heels in his hand. "Here you go Ivy. Be as quick as you can." He left the car and closed the flap behind him. Ivy quickly removed her clothes and threw on the new dress. She kept her thigh holster strapped to her leg though, just in case she needed to use her gun. Luckily, the overcoat Tom had given her covered her the small bulge on her thigh from the gun. The girl climbed out of the car to be met with everyone waiting for her. "Good, it fits," Tommo said. The scenery outside was green, Fields stretched as far as the eye could see, it was peaceful. "Gentlemen, and Ivy, today we are not fucking about. I hope you've all obeyed instructions and brought loaded firearms with you," Ivy's mind was cast to the gun that rested on her thigh, she wasn't told and she still complied to orders. All of the men raised their guns in the air to show that, they too, had followed orders. "Good. You will all know that if you are lifted on a racetrack these days with a loaded weapon, you get twenty years,"

Worry seeped through Ivy's veins, her life would be ruined if she got caught. "That's alright, today you won't get lifted. Because, today, there will be no coppers around to lift you. At exactly three o'clock, there will be an incident in the owner's enclosure and all the coppers on the track will be diverted, all of them." Curiosity filled Ivy, 'Tommo and his plans.' She thought to herself."They'll be looking for someone. You will be free to operate at will."

"Looking for what?" Arthur asked the question in everyone's mind. "Me, they will be looking for me. Now, while the coppers are busy with me, you will make your move on Sabini's pitches. You confiscate his takings, you destroy his licenses and you do it at gunpoint. He usually has police protection so he won't be armed. We should aim to complete the takeover without a shot being fired, understood?" Various grunts and nods came from the men and Ivy. "And remember, the licenses are more important than the takings. Alright, before the fun begins, you can all lay ten bob on Nom De Guerre. I hear she's gonna win," Cheers went round the group and John walked around the men collecting the bets. "Only beer beforehand, boys. There will be time for rum and whiskey after. And remember, do not make a move until three, when the coppers leave. That's all." Everybody began to filter into their own conversations. Arthur turned to Tommy and John was collecting the last of the bets. "It looks nice." Ivy heard a voice behind her. She spun around to be met with a tall ginger boy, Finn. A small blush crept onto the girl's face. "Thanks," She said. "Are you nervous, about the races?" Finn seemed restless as he jumped about on his feet."Tommy doesn't let me do anything so no, not really."

"You're lying." Ivy simply told him. "What? No I'm-yes I am." Finn gave up with protesting and agreed to lying. "Everything's gonna be okay, Finn." She reassured him and pulled the boy into a short hug. He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and squeezed. He always felt safe when he was with her.

The Epsom races were beautiful. Colours of all kinds scattered the landscape. People of all shapes and sizes were dotted around the racetrack, all wearing their best clothes for the event. The Peaky Blinders walked in, all firearms hidden from view. Everybody separated, some going to the racetrack, some going to the bar. Finn and Ivy took a walk around Epsom. Well, they followed John and Arthur and were told to not stray far from them. They walked into the bar and waited for three o'clock. Nerves had gradually built up in the two teenagers, even Ivy was scared now. Ivy's mind raced, thoughts of her father drifted in and out of her head. She thought that he would've been angrier or more forceful but maybe it was because he was scared of Tommo. "What did Tom mean when he said that Michael had 'more to offer you'?" Finn lent over to Ivy and whispered in her ear. Her heart dropped. The last thing that she needed that day was Finn to know that she had slept with Michael. "I don't know, Finn." She replied solemnly. She genuinely didn't know what he had meant but she had her suspicions. "Are you two, like..." He trailed off but put his hands together. "No, no, absolutely not. He's my boss. Tommo probably just meant more work or something." Ivy tried to lie to her friend but she wasn't sure she was that convincing. Ivy was still awkward around him because they had almost kissed, sober, and about what Ada had said. "Are you sur-" Tom came into the bar and marched over to Ivy, cutting Finn off mid-sentence. "Ivy, your mother is here. She wants to see you." Her eyebrows furrowed and her heart rate raced. "What?" Thomas dragged the girl away from her friend and his brothers and over to the owner's enclosure.

The pair walked in, horses surrounded them. Ivy looked around for her mother. She hoped that Joe was there as well but she knew that she was just getting her hopes up. "Mum!" She shouted when she saw her. May rushed over to her daughter and engulfed her in a warm hug. She finally felt safe again. "I'll give you two some time alone." Tom left the stables to attend to other business. "I'm sorry I had to leave you yesterday." Ivy apologised. "You don't need to say sorry, you didn't have a choice," May reassured her. Ivy looked around the stables, looking for Joe. "If you're looking for Joseph, he'll be here soon. He's just been to check on something for me."

The pair waited for a couple of minutes for Ivy's brother to come back. They talked about life with the Shelby's and what Ivy was up to these days. She left out the part about seeing her dad that morning and the affair with Michael a few nights before. "Joey!" Ivy shouted at her brother as he came through the door. He dropped the bucket he was holding and rushed over to his sister. "Ivy, what are you doing here?" They beamed at each other and May watched her children's interaction. "I'm here with the Shelby's. The dark haired man you saw yesterday." Ivy saw the confused look on his face when she mentioned the Shelby's so she explained herself. The three of them went back to their previous conversation but Joe joined in and added his own personal facts into it "Wait, Joe goes to school?" Ivy asked her family, shocked by what her brother had just said. "It's a medical college for young teens." May told her daughter. Ivy would be lying if she said she wasn't impressed. "Are you sure that we're talking about the same Joe?" Ivy asked and her mother laughed in response. "Yes. He's actually quite clever, I don't know where he got it from."

"You two do know I am right here, right?" Joe asked his sister and mum. The trio chuckled lightly at his annoyance. "Yes, Joe," She ruffled her brother's hair. "He probably got it from you though, mum. Definitely not dad." Ivy's voice wavered when she mentioned her father.

"Why not Dad?" Joe asked curiously. She paused, unsure of whether her mother would want her to tell him. May nodded, giving her permission to do so."Dad is- he's um. He's done some bad things." Ivy struggled for words, not wanting Joe to worry about anything. He was too young to know what happened. “What do you mean?" Joe's innocent blue eyes beamed in the light of the stables. Tears threatened to fall down Ivy's face, painful memories ran through her head. "He's a bad person, Joe. And a violent one at that."

"Ivy, did he..." Joe's sentence trailed off, he was too scared to say the words out loud but he thought he knew what his sister was hinting at. Ivy nodded and a single tear slipped out of her mother's eyes. “But he only did it because of his temper. I don’t want you to think of him any differently.” The pair embraced her in a hug, comforting her for what she had been through.

The hug was cut short when a loud crash was heard behind them. Ivy stood up immediately, wanting to protect her family if the origin of the noise was dangerous. Luckily, it wasn't. Ivy walked around the corner of the stables to be met with Finn, face first on the floor. “Finn. What are you doing?" She asked, unimpressed by his actions. "I uh tripped and um fell." He got up from the floor and Ivy helped him brush off any hay that was stuck to him. The girl failed to keep her annoyed facade though. She giggled at him and Finn looked at the girl, a timid smile upon his lips. "You're an idiot." She chuckled lightly. Her hands rested on his shoulders, his on her waist and they stood there in silence. The only sound was the occasional neigh of a horse from one of the boxes. A cough sounded from next to the couple. Ivy's head snapped towards her brother, the noise came from him. The girl's hands slipped off of her friend's shoulders and Finn's came off of her waist. "Ivy, who's this?" Joseph asked, drawing out each one of his words.

Ivy coughed, slightly embarrassed at what was happening. "This is Finn. Finn Shelby. He's Tommy's younger brother." May flinched when Ivy mentioned Tom's name but smiled at her daughter. She was glad that she was making good friends, especially with males. She wanted her daughter to find real love, something that she was unable to do. "We should get back to the horse," May told the pair. "It was nice meeting you, Finn." She said and nudged Joe's arm to prompt him to do the same. "It was nice meeting you. Be nice to your girlfriend, that's my sister." The boy shouted as he walked back to the horses.

A not-so-subtle blush appeared on both teenager's faces. "He's not my boyfriend." Ivy practically whispered. "You should come and stay with us soon." May said and hugged her daughter as a final goodbye for now. Ivy and Finn stood awkwardly in the middle of the Owner's enclosure, not sure what to do next. "Finn, why are you here?" The girl turned to her friend. "Oh, it's almost three o'clock." The pair started to walk back to the bar where they were to meet with John and Arthur.

"Did you hear any of that? Back there, about my father?" Ivy nervously bit her fingernails, she wasn't ready for Finn to know about the horrors in her past. "A bit, yeah." They didn't look at each other whilst they spoke. "Promise not to tell anyone," Ivy stopped walking but Finn carried on. The girl reached for his arm. "Finn, promise not to tell anyone. Please." She warned but held her pinky finger out. "Okay."

xv. DISOBEYING ORDERS

MASTERLIST

[tran5rightsos]

My Systems are Critical

Summary: Luke and Calum meet a friendly gleth on Zsashos V who just wants to help.

Genre: Sci-fi

Relationships: Luke/Client

Word count: 1711

Tags and Warnings: Blood and Gore, Prostitution, Alien Sex, Body Horror, Angst

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“Fuck, you’re big,” Luke whined desperately.

It was basic, but the quovroli seemed to like it anyway, grunting proudly as they fucked Luke into the bed. They panted, showing off wickedly sharp teeth and a pointed tongue. Luke could feel their hot breath on his chest, their claws on his thighs, and if he’d known the fear of being eaten by a client was this fucking good, he would have offered his services to quovroli a long time ago.

Even without the unfortunate reputation the human meat trade gave them, this quovroli was a surprisingly good fuck. Luke had had his fair share of prehensile dicks and aphrodisiac cum, but there was a simplicity in just getting fucked hard that he liked.

The quovroli’s grip on his thighs tightened, claws digging in painfully. Luke gasped and let go of the bedsheets to jerk himself off. He vaguely thought that he should remind the quovroli to be gentler, but he was so close.

As he came, so did the quovroli, growling and shoving into him one last time. Panting, Luke felt the whitenoise slowly fade from his head and he watched them pull out, realising that he was bleeding where their claws had been holding him. Oops.

The quovroli leaned down and Luke watched with bated breath as they drew their tongue up his inner thigh, along the wounds their claws had left.

“Relax,” they laughed as they straightened up, “I’m not gonna eat you. Just wanna know what you taste like.”

Luke exhaled and sat up, pulling his pearlescent white shirt back onto his shoulders and doing up two buttons. His wristcom, a sleek silver band he’d treated himself to when his old one finally kicked the bucket, beeped with the credit transfer tone and he checked it to see the rest of the quovroli’s payment and a surprisingly good rating, given that Luke had mostly just laid there while the quovroli did all the actual work. They must have appreciated the post-orgasm snack.

“I’ll be back,” the quovroli promised, eyeing the mess between Luke’s legs satisfactorily.

“Anytime.”

As they left, Luke got up and smoothed out his skirt. It would need a clean, but would be fine until he got home. He’d be wearing his coat over the top of it anyway, so it wasn’t like anyone would notice anything they couldn’t smell already.

Once he’d cleaned up a bit, Luke let his human friend, Calummintha, know that he was on his way home. Calum tended to worry for his safety, which made Luke feel just a little bit guilty about some of the clients he chose, but he liked the element of danger too much to stop allowing them.

Calum replied that he’d meet him on the way there and Luke headed out. He found Calum at the marketplace they often frequented, snacking on something smoky-smelling as he waited.

“How was work?” Calum asked, eyes falling and widening, “Shit, are you okay?”

Luke looked where Calum was staring, at the blood running down his legs.

Luke groaned and lifted his coat and skirt just enough to see the wounds. “Shit.”

They were deeper than he’d thought. Probably still not enough to be dangerous, but they weren’t going to close on their own.

“I was gonna clean them up when I got home…”

“Luke,” Calum snapped, “What the fuck happened?”

“Are you okay?” someone else asked.

Luke looked up at the gleth that had stopped to stare. Even being over a head taller than Calum, he still didn’t match the height of any mature gleth.

He lowered his skirt. “Yeah, they’re not as bad as they look. I can close them at home.”

“They should be checked for infection,” the gleth fretted, “I have specialised equipment for humans at base camp.”

Luke shared a look with Calum. Normally he wouldn’t go to a client’s home, but it might be okay if Calum stayed with him. If this gleth really did just wanna help, Luke could possibly get a lot of credits out of them and whoever else was at their base camp. Hopefully they had plenty of Storm so he wouldn’t get tired.

“Okay.”

The gleth’s antennae lifted happily. “I’m Kakkin. What are your names?”

“I’m Tekka.” Luke never gave clients his real name.

“Daxun,” Calum said, apparently coming up with a fake name on the spot.

Although Luke was willing to walk, Kakkin looked scandalised by the suggestion and begged to be allowed to carry him there. Luke immediately switched into poor injured human mode and said that he was feeling lightheaded from seeing all that scary blood. Although Calum rolled his eyes hard, Luke would play into whoever Kakkin wanted him to be and he had to admit that he liked that they kept patting his head and telling him it was gonna be okay as they headed for their base camp.

Their camp was only a few corridors away from the marketplace, what looked like a collection of life pods surrounded by temporary fencing with some kind of logo printed on it, though the pods were in much better condition than the run-down one Luke and Calum lived in.

“Guards?” Calum observed as they passed the two armed gleth at the gate.

“Zsashos V is a bit… infamous,” Kakkin explained apologetically.

They took Luke and Calum to a large medical pod with green crescents printed on the walls and Luke stared as they went in. A human was inside, cleanly dressed and watching them expectantly. At least three more were lying half submerged in tanks full of greenish liquid on the far corner, making for more humans than Luke had ever seen in one place in his life.

“This is Tekka,” Kakkin told the conscious human as they took Luke to an examination table, and gently set him down, “His legs are bleeding, poor thing. Not badly, but the wounds looked deep.”

“I’m Athiid,” the human told Luke and Calum as she took some insanely clean medical stuff from a shelf.

“Could you open your legs, please?” Kakkin asked, pulling gloves onto two of their hands.

Luke obliged.

Kakkin lifted his skirt enough to see the goods. “Your clothes may get in the way. Would you like some clean undergarments to cover yourself with?”

“That’s okay,” Luke replied as he hopped off the table, unzipped his skirt and pushed it to the floor, giving his freed tail a seductive wiggle.

Calum rolled his eyes.

Kakkin helped Luke back onto the table and used a wet cloth Athiid had brought over in a bowl to dab around the claw wounds. “Can you tell me what made these?”

“Quovroli client.”

Calum frowned deeply.

“They weren’t trying to hurt me,” Luke rushed, “We just got kinda carried away.”

“You’re a hybrid human?” Athiid asked, tapping at a tablet she’d set on the exam table.

“Yeah. Gleth-augmented.”

“And you do sex work?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “We’ll check for damage and run some infection tests along with genetics.”

“Oh, I test myself at least every rotation,” Luke assured her, but she was already moving on.

“What about you?” she asked Calum.

Calum answered her questions as Kakkin cleaned and sealed Luke’s wounds. When they were done, they told them to wait while they prepared the tests.

“If you start fucking anyone, I’m leaving,” Calum threatened quietly as Luke pulled on the clothes Kakkin had left him. They were much cleaner than anything he’d ever worn before, even though he took a lot of care in keeping his work clothes tidy.

“I don’t think they want to,” Luke said with a pout, wandering towards the humans in the corner, “Looks like they actually do just wanna help.”

“They could be working for a kitchen,” Calum said lowly, “Speaking of which, why the fuck did you take a quovroli client?”

Luke rolled his eyes, then gasped. “Mikey!” He ran to the nearest tank and stared at the human lying there.

There was a mask with a bunch of tubes attached to machines over his mouth and nose, bandages covered half of his face and it had been longer than Luke could remember, but it was definitely Michael.

“You know that human?” Athiid asked, hurrying over.

“His name’s Yovamaikle.” Luke looked down at his legs. His thighs were almost bone-thin and there was skin missing around the middle of them, almost like a messy strip had been dissolved away, exposing what remained of the muscle underneath. “What happened to him?”

“These three were found in a quovroli kitchen. They were being kept in cloning tanks.”

So it wasn’t just his legs and face. They could have been cutting away and regrowing pieces of him this whole time and Luke had had no idea.

“Luke,” Calum said gently.

“I thought he was dead,” Luke choked out, gripping the edge of the tank.

“We found him,” Athiid assured him, “And he’s doing very well now. How long has he been missing?”

“I don’t know, since we were kids,” Luke told her, tears spilling over.

“He could have memory problems when he wakes up,” Athiid said gently, “But if you knew him and want to assist with his recovery, seeing and talking to you may help.”

“How long will it take?” Luke asked her.

“To fully get his memory back? Could be the rest of his life, if ever.”

Luke sobbed.

“We can get him walking again, though,” she told him, “And we can take all of you to a sanctuary on a gleth planet. You can spend as much time as you need helping him heal and remember there.”

Calum put an arm around Luke. “We’ll think about,” he promised, “This is a lot, though.”

“There’s plenty of time,” Athiid told them as she turned to leave, “If he wants to stay here, we’ll stick around until he’s well enough to survive on his own.”

Luke mashed at his eyes with his palms. “I thought he was dead.”

“Me too,” Calum said quietly as Luke bent down to bury his face in his shoulder, “We’re gonna help him, though, yeah? As much as we can.”

Nodding, Luke peered at Michael again. “Is he gonna remember us?”

Calum squeezed him tighter. “We’ll find out when he wakes up.”

[little-lily-w]

mean!michael fucking you so hard that you bleed, then afterwards he drops to his knees to lap at you with his tongue, cleaning up all of your blood and his cum, when you start to cry from being over sensitive he just hushes you and tells you gently that you can take one more and that you’re his big girl 🐛💜

Around your finger 

Words: 974

Warnings: dub-con, blood

Being able to wait has never been an attribute of yours, in fact, that seems to go hand in hand with patience, a virtue which you know zero about. But this night feels different; you almost wish to be waiting eternally so that Michael never comes in from that door.

-You think I cannot have another bite of food? –you have lashed out at Venable.

-That´s exactly what I said. Now get out of my way and stop being such a greedy slut with no interest in the group´s survival.

-You won´t treat me like that. It´s just another piece of food. Michael will know about this.

- Oh, yeah, go ahead, tell him your tantrum.

-It´s not a tantrum, you fucking bitch. You think I´m a little child to him? I can have him around my finger whenever I want.

Venable just smiled at your last sentence, leaving the room with a slight tap of his cane on the floor. She seemed too determined and you know she would probably accuse you with him before you could even explain the situation. But despite the injustice, you are aware of how disrespectful you have talked about him to the leader of the bunker and that puts you in a non-friendly position before his eyes. So now you are in bed, your fingers fidgeting with the blanket and you haven´t even taken off your purple dress, the lower part all wrinkled under the sheets.

A few minutes later, you hear the door squeaking and you know it´s him so you surreptitiously turn to your side and fake that you are asleep. To your surprise, his footsteps are slow and by the calmed way he sits on the bed and takes his clothes off, you think Venable must just have forgotten her purpose. You feel the blanket being pulled a little away from you and the mattress sinking under his weight. A gentle hand lands on your hair, caressing all the length and continuing with your spine over the fabric of your corset. You try to hold still but the kisses he starts giving to your jaw line and the strong arm bringing you closer to his body are simply irresistible. You pretend to yawn as if you were just waking up and move your head to meet his face.

-Too sleepy, my darling? – he asks, his mouth travelling down your neck.

- Just a little, Sir.

-You certainly weren´t sleepy when you thought you had me around your finger.

Your eyes open wide, body rigid as you watch the hunter expression in his face. Your survival instinct attempts to make you sit down, ready to run, but a steel grip around your throat and his body on top of yours stop you.

- I can explain – you manage to let out as you struggle to breathe.

- No need for that, my love. In fact, I´d rather see how that works – he moves up your dress skirt and pulls the fabric of your lacy panties to the side with strength, completely ruining them – Does it work like this or does this suit your statement better?

- Michael – you gasp feeling his cock entering your non lubricated walls. No time to adjust, no time to even breathe before he starts thrusting like an animal.

- Oh, what´s happening? The little slut doesn´t want to have me around now? What a pity, I can´t hear you.

Your eyes get all watery from the pressure on your windpipe, Michael only lets a mere amount of oxygen to enter your system, enough to keep you alive but also enough to have your pussy clenching impossibly hard around him. Your skin feels like fire as the friction intensifies but he doesn´t seem to care, only reacting to your whines grabbing one of your breasts through the corset to squeeze it painfully.

-Please, M-michael, h-hurts.

-Oh you are crying on me already? Let´s give that pathetic cunt something to really cry about.

The bed moves underneath you with such a loud sound that you are sure everyone outside can hear it. Michael keeps ravaging you, honoring his nature by providing a feral abuse to your sore flesh. And it´s so much that soon you feel something dripping down your ass cheeks which you are sure is not wetness. Desperately, you try to grab his fist but he is quick to pin both wrists above your head with his free hand.

- You think I didn´t realize you are bleeding? Sweetheart, as long as this pussy provides me with some juices, I´ll still use its service.

Tears come out from the corner of your eyes at his mean unmerciful words; they even hurt you more than what he is doing to you. Fortunately, your cry helps him reach his orgasm, now a red and translucent white stain the silk sheets together. After he lets go of your throat and moves to the side to rest for a moment, you keep sobbing like a mess, trying to hide your face in the pillow but unable to do so because the slight movement of your legs brings great pain to your sex.

- Stop it. Come here – he says, still with a heavy breathing and positions himself between your legs, face close to the swollen hole. Suddenly, the soft caress of a tongue travels along the blood on your slit.

-  No, please, it´s too sensitive – you whine.

- I know, but I want to heal this mess you are – a loud suction makes your toes curl, you are grateful for being in bed or you would have fallen on the ground due to the dizziness you are experimenting at his mouth – Easy, Y/N. It´s gonna make you feel better. I know you can take it. You are a big girl, remember?  A big girl who has me around her finger.