#DID HE JUST SHOW UP AND CLAIM IT AS HIS ANDREA????

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (29/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Another glimpse of Charles' mind - and honey, that boy is down bad.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of dry humping, sex and oral sex), angst, but make it hot

Word Count: 3k

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A/N: LETS FUCKING GO LANDO!!! CHEERS BABE I LOVE YOU! feedback is appreciated!

Charles is so glad to be sitting in the rickety Renault again. He can feel the individual springs through the thin fabric of the seat and the few cracks in the steering wheel feel wonderfully familiar in his calloused hands. As soon as you both arrive at his mother's house, he would text Andrea and thank him for picking up the car with him at the old apartment.

It takes immense willpower for him to let his hand rest either on the gear stick between you or on the steering wheel, because he'd love to slide his ringed fingers over the fabric of your jeans on your thigh. Or hold your hand. Touch you somehow. 

It's as if he's addicted to your touch. As if the warmth of your skin, the softness of your body were a drug that he couldn't get enough of after the first real contact. And all he can think about is how good your skin felt against his. 

He regrets a little that the first time was in a terrible situation that both he and you would like to forget. He remembers how your body shook as you lay on your bed in just your underwear and cried. How you didn't even realize Charles had entered the room because literally everything was out of control. And for sure, after what he did and the words he threw at you, Charles had no right to comfort you and hold you in his arms. 

And although his head warned him to stay away from you, his body fought back and, without hesitation, lay with you, pulled you close and held you while you cried yourself to sleep. And when you sobbed his name, with a broken voice and a deep-seated, audible pain, his brain had completely shut down, which is why he couldn't say anything other than "I'm here as long as you'll let me".  

But he had already realized beforehand that there would be no turning back. He already knew at dinner with his friends that all he would ever want would be you as soon as you touched him. When you pressed your leg against his to show him that you were there for him, when he was asked about Annika, and for a moment it felt as if he had caught a spark of fire and it had sunk through his jeans and burnt him. But it was just the warmth of your skin that he could feel despite the layers of fabric. And when he wasn't sure if it was actually you, he'd suggested sharing the tiramisu so he could be closer to you. 

And when he not-so-accidentally pressed his chest against your back to reach the tiramisu in your hand, he got so warm he thought he was going to have a heat stroke. 

He had a similar experience the night he woke up because you breathed his name in your sleep and pressed your butt against him. The morning when he had to flee from bed because he feared he would provoke a heart attack if he allowed you to rub against him and then had to suppress his urge to touch you. There's no question that he was only thinking about you in the shower when he touched himself. 

But nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. When he wrapped his arm around you and intertwined your fingers to show you that he was there for you. The warmth he'd felt earlier through the clothes you'd been wearing had been pleasant. Your skin on his felt more like a burn, as if he'd put his hand on a hotplate that was switched on, as if he'd been lying in the sun too long without sunscreen and got burnt. As if you were the sun he got too close to. You burned into his skin with your touch - and never in his life has he loved heat as much as he did at that moment. 

That night, he held you as tightly as if he could suck the pain from your body and absorb it into himself. True, Charles had struggled just as much after realizing that the man who hurt the woman in his arms was the very man his own girlfriend had cheated on him with, but he'd swallowed that and shrugged it off the moment he'd seen the fear in your eyes as he climbed the steps to the apartment and saw you both standing in the hallway. 

You had been his priority and he wanted to protect you as best he could, even if he couldn't undo any of what had happened. He can't change the fact that Raphael betrayed you and he can't take away the pain that this breach of trust caused you. He can't undo the fact that he said all those cruel things to you because he was jealous of Lando, because you took him to your heart so quickly - who you touched without hesitation - and he couldn't keep his feelings under control. Charles can't change any of that. 

But the night he held you while you cried all the tears you had inside you, he vowed to protect you from anything that could hurt you. He swore to take care of you as best he could and to make your life easier if he could. He swore that he would never be the cause of your pain again. 

And even though your touch feels like a warm sunburn to him, like a hot ray of sunshine and like happiness itself, he vowed to see you as none other than his girlfriend, his roommate, who deserves far better than a jealous Charles who can't give you what you need to be happy. 

He can't assure you that he'll always be there for you when you need him. His job doesn't allow that. There's no way he can always be with you to hold you when you're sad. It's so incredibly unfair to ask you to wait for him. He can't give you the time the both of you need to build an adult, good and above all healthy relationship. And it would be irresponsible to plunge you into this life where the public would run their mouths about the couple just because you were a couple. He would give you anything you asked of him, but never would he put you in a situation that would hurt you.

He would protect you. The girl who lay quietly in his arms and cried until she fell asleep. The girl who turned his whole world upside down in the space of a few days. The girl who his mother thought was his girlfriend, which he didn't want to correct because he secretly wished that was the reality. 

The girl who was gracious enough to forgive him for his actions and stayed by his side despite his name and the hurdles his friendship would bring, even insisting on staying there come what may. The girl who helped him move on from his toxic relationship with his ex by burning it all. 

The night had been cleansing. With each piece of the relationship you both threw into the flames, the weight on Charles' shoulders lightened until it disappeared completely with the last burnt petal. He thought it was only fair to tell you that Raphael was the guy who had destroyed both your relationship and his. And although Charles could tell you were more upset by this fact than you might like to admit, he felt closer to you than ever before. 

You promised him that there would be a soulmate for him in this world. Someone with whom he doesn't have to pretend and can be who he really is. And after his body once again asserted itself against his brain and pulled you on top of him so that you could cuddle - strictly as friends - you fell asleep on top of him. And while he scratched your head, felt your warm breath on his neck and enjoyed the weight of your body on his, he wondered why he got the feeling that he had already found this person when he looked at you.

"Is she asleep?" Joris asked quietly and stood in front of the fire bowl, his hands outstretched to get some warmth. Charles nodded barely perceptibly. He would never risk you waking up and pulling away from him because of one of his movements. His heart couldn't take that. 

"Yes," he breathes without sound. 

Joris looks into the fire. "She's good for you. And you seem to be good for her too." When Charles looks at him, a little confused, Joris shrugs. "She just said to me that you're her best friend."

Charles couldn't explain why his heart momentarily stopped working, only to break into many pieces on the next beat. Although he had decided for himself not to let your relationship go any further than a friendship would allow, and the constant closeness and constant touching was certainly not exactly conducive to that, somewhere deep inside Charles had had a small spark of hope that perhaps something else could become of you at some point. 

But that spark had gone out. 

Charles avoided his oldest friend's gaze, staring into the blazing flames. Why did it hurt him so much? Wasn't that exactly what he wanted?

"Charles?" Joris tried to catch the Monegasque's gaze, but he stubbornly refused to look away from the fire. "Do you love her?" 

Charles didn't know whether it was the hot fire in front of him that was making his eyes water. He felt the drops burn on his lash line before he blinked and they rolled painfully down his cheek like acid. 

He didn't look at Joris. 

Best friend. Two words and a bitter aftertaste that stuck so disgustingly to his tongue when he said them to your face. They made his stomach ache and he would have liked to break away from you so he wouldn't have to endure it anymore. But he is your best friend. And he swore to himself that he would never hurt you again. So he can't help but endure this burning closeness, this torture of being with you but not being able to do anything. 

He fell asleep with you, body pressed against body, and he would endure that heat for all time if it meant you were safe. And even though he was aware of the fact that he was nothing more to you than your best friend, that didn't stop his heart from doing a little skip when he tried to break away from you to go jogging and you wrapped yourself around his arm. 

He blamed it on your tiredness, that you wanted to keep him there. That you weren't in your right mind when you reminded him that it was his suggestion to share a bed because it would help you sleep better, and then you kissed his bare chest. Kissed. 

His brain, which must have had a bit of a lapse as a result, didn't seem to be working properly when he admitted that he'd even said he'd always hold her in his arms. And it wasn't working properly when you wrapped your leg around his waist to pull him closer to you. It seemed like a miracle that he had finally managed to pull away from you and get dressed after all.

First the left sock, then the right. The shirt is on the -

When you wrapped your arms around him and called him Sharl, it was over. Something inside him had short-circuited. He's not even sure what exactly he said to you anymore. The only thing he remembers is how he pulled you onto his lap. How he hoped you'd give him a sign so he could give you back some of what he'd stopped dreaming about. 

And you moaned his name as he rocked you over his erection. Clinging to him like he was all you would ever need. Charles would have loved to throw you back on the bed - the bed you share as friends - and kiss you. He would have undressed you and let his mouth roam over your body, hoping that his touch would burn on your skin as much as yours burns on his. He would have devoured you, latching his mouth onto your pussy and tasting you until you came on his tongue. You would have clawed your fingers in his hair, rubbed your pussy against his mouth and moaned his name. And then he would have taken you, slowly at first so you'd get used to him, and meanwhile he would have kissed you so you could taste yourself on his tongue before he ruined you for any men who might come after him who weren't your best friend. 

But the only thing he could do was cup your chin and make you look at him while you moved back and forth on his hard-on yourself. He would never forget the look in your eyes, that pleading look as his cock bumped against your clit and lightning flashed through his veins, electrifying him. 

You begged him and he vowed to give you anything that would make you happy. And if that meant splitting you in half and making you come on his tongue, his fingers and his cock so many times until you couldn't remember his name or your own, he would have given it to you without hesitation.

And then his fucking phone rang.

He would have loved to slam it against the wall and kill Andrea for interrupting that moment. But when you slipped off his lap, he dressed quickly and his blood rushed back into his brain, he was even a little grateful. What if you had slept together and you hadn't wanted to be friends with him afterwards?

He was so happy when you reassured him that everything was fine between you. And he would have loved to hug you, but somehow it didn't seem right for him to be so close to you after you dry humped. So he let it go and went for a jog, relieved that Andrea had so much to talk about with him. 

The more he talked about Ferrari, his training and the upcoming trip, the less he had to think about you while running. 

But when he walked into the apartment with full shopping bags and Andrea in tow and saw you standing in the hallway all dressed up, all his blood went south again. The jeans that accentuated your every curve to the extreme and the top with a slight neckline that he wanted to pull over your head. 

The fact that Andrea had to leave quickly played into his cards and the fact that he had to take a shower was also ideal, because he wouldn't have been able to hide his boner, which was certainly visible through the shorts, for much longer. In the shower he had sorted the situation out, biting his lower lip as his hand closed around his cock, imagining it was yours. 

"Charles, please," your voice echoed in his mind, and in circumstances where he'd actually slept with you, he would have been ashamed of himself for coming within two minutes. But he felt better and was ready to look you in the eye again after imagining you pressing your tongue flat against the tip of his cock. 

What also helped him keep his blood where it belonged - in his brain - was leaving the bathroom and hearing his British friend's voice. 

He also doesn't know what got into him when he rested his chin on your shoulder to make it clear that you belonged to him. Which, by the way, is not true either. Only a short time ago, he had decided not to let this go any further than a friendship - so why did he feel the need to behave so possessively towards Lando - especially Lando?

Lando, who gave him a hard time for treating you badly. Lando, who Charles knows is only approaching you in a friendly manner because he knows how much you mean to the Monegasque. Lando, who saved your friendship when it was about to shatter into a thousand splinters?

But Charles couldn't help himself. Jesus, he even put his hand on your hip to signal that Lando should please keep his hands off you. Like a horny dog, he had needed to show that you were his. 

And now, as you sit next to each other in your old Renault, he has to clutch the steering wheel so that he doesn't get any ideas about indulging his addiction to your touch. He misses the heat that burns through his skin when you touch him. He doesn't even dare to look in your direction. 

He takes his hand off the gear stick and stretches out his fingers, which have clenched painfully around the plastic, almost steering the car off the road as you place your hand under his to intertwine your fingers. 

His whole body burns as you place your hands in your lap and play with his fingers like it's the most natural thing in the world. As if you weren't just best friends sharing an apartment. As if you hadn't dry humped just a few hours ago. And it takes all his strength not to stop at the next corner and fuck you in the tiny back seat of the car until your lungs are hoarse from screaming.

He concentrates on steering the car properly. He concentrates on the springs he can feel through the thin fabric of the seat. He concentrates on the cracks in the steering wheel that he can feel in his calloused hand.

Charles is so glad to be sitting in the rickety Renault again.

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

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you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Six

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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“Girl. You fucked him, didn’t you?!” 

You looked down at the table, embarrassed, as Andrea basically shouted her accusation in the crowded, quiet cafe, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. As expected, a few heads turned your way, looking at the two of you in shock. You could never show your face here again.

“Pipe down, will you?” You whisper-shouted at Andrea, giving her a death glare. Her mouth shut quickly as she looked around, noticing a good amount of eyes on you two.

She grabbed her coffee mug with two sleeve covered hands, and took a sip of her latte, but you could tell she was mostly doing it to cover up her smile, not caring in the slightest that she just announced to everyone that you were sexually active. She put her mug down shortly after, a smug smile on her lips. This woman had no shame at all.

“Well, did you?” She asked again, this time at normal volume. “You have a glow to you that screams ‘I’m getting dicked the fuck down.” She finished, giggling.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief at her uncaring and unfiltered attitude.  “If you must know, Choso and I have not officially slept together yet. We have fun, but we haven’t actually done the deed yet.” You used your fingers to put air quotes around “the deed.”

It’s not like you didn’t want to sleep with him, in fact you were the one always begging for it when he used his fingers, as if that would be a good substitute for the obviously large package he was carrying. He would always decline, claiming you weren’t ready, and very cockily at that. If you knew anything about Choso though, it was that he meant every word he said. He never comes off as egotistical when he makes bold claims, always proving himself when he makes a declaration. 

So, you would listen to him, as you always do, and accept the mind-blowing orgasms he would give you anyway, not needing to do the full thing just yet.

She looked at you with a bewildered look on her features, her eyebrows shooting up at your answer. “You mean to tell me, you two have been seeing each other for over a month now and he hasn’t given you any pipe?” Her tone was disbelieving and it was your turn to bring your mug up to your lips to hide your face now, embarrassment written all over your features. 

Okay, so maybe it has been a while.

You and Choso had been hanging out for a little over a month now, with him taking you on different dates each time. Some (most) of these dates resulted in him coming over afterwards to devour you, leaving you with tears staining your cheeks at the end of it. He seemed to have an obsession with eating you out, which you of course had no problems with. Why would you? All you had to do was sit back and have him erase all your troubles via orgasm, so there were complaints from you whatsoever. You were perfectly fine with cumming on his beautiful face, making a mess of it with your juices. He always volunteered, wanting to “feel less stressed after a long week of work,” as he would say. You weren't sure how giving you mind-blowing releases, all while refusing to let you touch him would make him feel better, but you decided to drop the issue, knowing he wouldn’t budge regardless.

You put your mug down with a cringe, feeling obligated to have this conversation, even though you really, really didn’t want to. “Just because we haven’t had sex doesn’t mean we haven’t done stuff…” You trailed off, knowing what her incoming question would be. 

“Stuff like…” She trailed off as you put your warm mug down, savoring the taste of your caramel latte, and gave her a glare. You were never one to share personal details about your sex life, as Andrea knew well enough. You never spilled the beans about you and Suguru’s intimate life, so you were confused as to why she thought things would change. Then again, it’s not like she ever asked, being that she despised the man.

You scoffed at her and she raised her hands in defense. “It’s not like I asked you a personal question or something.” She claimed, all seriousness in her tone and face, and you were still silent in disbelief before you let out a laugh. If that wasn’t a personal question to her, then what the hell was?

“You cannot be serious.” You continued laughing, and her eyebrow raised slightly, telling you she was being genuine.

“I am one-hundred percent serious actually.” She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, face as straight as ever. “I tell you about Kento and I’s sex life all the time! Like the time his tongue did that thing in my-”

You put your hand up to stop her from finishing her sentence, not wanting to hear a repeat of that tale ever again. “If I tell you, do you promise to never tell me that story again? Especially in public.” You put emphasis on the last sentence and she rolled her eyes but nodded anyway in compliance.

You sighed, relieved. You loved her, but sometimes she shared way too much information about her sex life. Nanami would probably have a heart attack if he knew how much knowledge you had about their extracurricular activities. He was a very private person when it came to ”personal matters” between he and his wife, while on the other hand, your best friend was not. Maybe, hopefully, she only shared this personal information with you and no one else, being that the two of you are best friends. Still, you would never tell Nanami what you were aware of.

You finally answered her question, speaking in a low tone, not wanting to draw too much attention to you both again. “He just gives me head a lot. Really good head.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, as you crossed your legs just thinking about it. Just a couple days ago he made you cum three times in a row. He had a real obsession with seeing you writhe under him, begging and crying, you were beginning to notice. 

“Damn girl!” She started, an impressed look on her face. “That’s it? You don’t return the favor?” She asked and you simply shook your head, shrugging your shoulders once again. 

That bewildered look returned on her face. “So…” She smirked, mischievously. “Bitch, you bagged yourself a munch?” She whisper-shouted at you and you laughed loudly at her response, not caring this time if people heard you. 

You never thought about it like that, but maybe he was. He refused to let you give him a blowjob or even a handjob in return, always wanting to satisfy you and not have you worry about him. You still did worry, of course. You wanted to please him just as much as he was gratifying you, and not just because he was always doing so to you. You genuinely wanted to see him scramble under you for a change, wanting to show him he wasn’t the only one who had a filthy mouth on them. 

You laughed, snapping yourself out of your dirty thoughts. “I guess so.” You nodded at her, and  continued drinking your hot latte, taking in the atmosphere of your favorite cafe.

It was officially getting cooler outside now, meaning you had to opt out of your favorite iced lattes and stick to hot drinks. You didn’t particularly enjoy cold weather, but the cooler months rolling around meant your birthday was approaching. You were less excited for this birthday, with the fact that you were in your mid-twenties now scaring you. As a child, you figured you would be married and at least considering children, but, here you were, not with the man you thought you would marry, meaning no kids for you just yet.

The thought of you being married with children to Suguru disgusted you now, knowing that marriage only amplifies problems, instead of magically fixing them. Being married to a serial cheating liar? No thank you. Having children with one? Fuck no.

“Alright, babe. I gotta go. Need to start shopping for dinner tonight.” Andrea said suddenly, grabbing her mug, and standing with a light stretch, grabbing her very expensive sweater and designer purse from the back of her chair with her other hand. That woman was too spoiled by her husband for her own good. “You gonna be okay here by yourself?”

You pouted at her having to leave so soon. The two of you have been so busy these days, not being able to see each other much due to you having to work five days a week, and her being busy volunteering during the weekends when you were free. 

“Yeah…” You said sadly, then forced out a smile. “I have to get some work done. I’ll be fine.” Your job was letting you work from home for the week, and you were more than overjoyed at the sudden change. You decided to take your laptop to the cafe to work there instead of being cooped up in your apartment, which was full of way too many distractions.

She noticed the look on your face and gave you a sad smile back. “We’ll be together again next week. You think I would miss your birthday weekend?” Excitement filled her large brown orbs. “I’m officially calling dibs on you that weekend. Make sure the sloth knows.” She finished with a laugh and you gave her a confused look.

Sloth?

Realization hit your eyes as she turned away and began walking towards the door, with a smug look on her face. “Is Choso supposed to be the sloth?” 

You had been in the cafe for a few hours now, working hard with music blasting in your ears. You were on your second latte now, and you just finished a chocolate croissant. Not the most balanced meal, but it was pushing you through all the paperwork you had to do. Luckily, you were finishing up and were able to leave soon, onto your day of relaxation. You looked at the time and saw it was only three PM. Perfect.

You barely noticed when the chair in front of you pulled out, and out of nowhere a pale, black ring covered hand waved in front of your face. Your eyes snapped up in confusion, then realization and dread quickly filled your orbs at the sight before you. You snatched the headphones out of your ears with force.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, hostility laced in your tone at the unwelcomed man before you.

There sat Suguru, in front of you with a pained expression on his face. His hair wasn’t in its signature bun, instead falling down and hitting his shoulders. His pierced ears were covered in black earrings and dressed in a casual and comfortable dark outfit that you didn’t let yourself pay too much attention to. He always looked handsome (and he looked absolutely delectable now,) but you couldn’t care for that at this current moment. You needed to know why he was sitting in front of you, interrupting your work day with his less than desirable presence. 

The way the two of you left things off wasn’t ideal, but you were getting to a point where you didn’t care for closure with him. You were perfectly fine with how your life was going without him dragging you down, making you miserable. You also had Choso, who was showing you that you didn’t have to settle for the shit Suguru had put you through. Everyday, he was showing you beyond what you deserved, and you were relishing in it.

He finally spoke, his deep voice snapping you out of your thoughts. “I wanted to see you.” He sighed and ran his hands through his dark, silky hair, trying to avoid your eyes

You were confused. “And you knew I was here, how?” You asked, folding your arms and sitting back in your seat, obviously annoyed and ready to make your departure.

“Dollface, we dated for two years. You think I wouldn’t know where you would be if you weren’t at work or at home?” He shrugged simply, as if he didn’t just admit to going to both your apartment and your job, asking for you.

“First of all, do not call me that. Not anymore.” The nickname you had grown so fond of over the years now disgusted you. It now reminded you of the deception and manipulation you so easily fell for, it reminded you of all the pain he caused. “Second of all, you showed up to my home and my place of work? Have you lost your mind?” You gave him a perplexed look, not backing down from the intense stare he was giving you back, obviously trying to intimidate you. No way. Not anymore.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, which made your blood boil. How dare he be the one with an attitude? He’s the one who came here, ruining your peaceful workday, spoiling the one place you came to for solace.  

“Well seeing as you blocked me everywhere, I had to find some way to see you, didn’t I?” He said, simply, resting his fidgeting hands on the table, as if what he wasn’t saying wasn’t absolutely insane.

You couldn’t believe him, showing up to your favorite cafe, borderline stalking you at that, attempting to carry on the same bullshit cycle the two of you had been continuing for far too long. It angered you to another level, causing the death scare you were giving him at this current moment. You noticed him dart his eyes from yours, noticing your dark gaze.

You gave an irritated sigh and narrowed your eyes at him. “I have nothing to say to you, Suguru. You were blocked for a reason and you will remain blocked after this conversation.” You responded, conviction in your words. You looked around the cafe to make sure no one was paying attention to the two of you. You had already been embarrassed once today. The small shop was almost empty now, the morning rush being finished hours ago, but you still didn’t want the few lingering patrons to hear you. “Now leave me alone. I have work to do.” You said simply and began looking at the words on your screen, not even reading them, waiting for him to leave.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy when he didn’t move a muscle, continuing to stare at you pretending to work. Why wouldn’t he just fucking leave? You truly didn’t care to talk to him at all, his presence was only bringing up horrible memories and feelings. 

Nights spent screaming and crying alone, waiting for him to come back to you. 

Nights calling him over and over when you knew he was out cheating.

Loud, screaming matches with him when he did show up, lasting for hours.

The memories no longer gave you sadness, but pure anger and disgust. Disgust with him, disgust with yourself.

You quickly realized he wasn’t going to leave without getting whatever he had off his chest, so you finally gave up. Whatever it takes to get him out of your face and as far away from you as possible. You should’ve convinced Andrea to stay with you, or just went back to your apartment, where you could’ve ignored the door when you saw his desperate ass standing on your porch. 

You sighed, defeated, and closed your laptop softly, darting your eyes towards the man before you, who sported the most depressed look you had ever seen on his face. You almost felt bad. Almost. 

“What is it?” You let out, folding your arms again in your chair to show your clear annoyance. “You have five minutes.”

The features on his face brightened softly at your words as he nodded. “Okay…” He started, getting to the point immediately, knowing you lacked patience. “I shouldn’t have left you that morning.” His hand was running through his hair again, strands falling delicately on his face, avoiding your eyes with a sigh. “I just didn’t know what to do. You seemed so done with me. With us.” He pointed his finger between the two of you before continuing.

“I fucked this up between us. I’m the reason it hasn’t worked out, but damn it,” His eyes shot to yours, an unreadable expression in them and this felt way too familiar. “I can’t live without you, dollface. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I-” He stopped mid sentence and sighed again, before continuing with defeat in his words. “I need you. I miss you. Please.”

You gave him a closer look in the face, noticing he had lost weight, he had dark bags under his eyes, and the skin on his cheeks were red, compared to his usual perfect pale skin and while he was always on the thinner side, you had never seen him this thin. 

You could tell he was being sincere and that scared you. Terrified you, even. You were moving on, happy with your current situation with Choso, whatever it was at the moment. You didn’t want Suguru to burst down your doors,  ruining your happiness. It was like he was a black cloud who came to dim your suny, beautiful day. That’s what he had always done, dimming your light, making you think you were the thunderstorm in everyone else’s life, when it was really him bringing darkness to your light.

No matter how honest and sincere he was being though, you couldn’t let him come in and continue to ruin your life. You were finally beginning to leave him behind, and you couldn’t let him continue to hold you back anymore. 

So you shook your head at him, intent on standing on what you told yourself before. You were done. “No.” You simply said.

He cocked his head, confused, obviously not expecting you to reject him. You began speaking again before he had the chance to talk. 

“I’m done, Suguru. End of story. I’m tired of hearing the same thing from you over and over again. Even if you are serious this time, I don’t care.” You spoke, brutality in your voice, but you couldn't care less, he deserved this. “You’ve lost me this time. I’m not continuing this toxic cycle with you anymore.” You shrugged at him and began stacking your mug on your plate, 

getting ready to leave him behind, not caring to hear his response. 

He scoffed at you and a look of anger gathered in his eyes. “How can you be so fucking heartless?” He seethed at you and you froze at his hypocrisy.

You knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but you weren’t going to let him make you out to be a villain. Not when you weren’t the  problem in this situation. You knew it wasn’t worth it, but you couldn’t run away from a fight and he knew that.

“Oh, fuck you!” You said a little too loud, gaining a few looks from other customers. You cleared your throat, suddenly embarrassed. Yeah, you were never coming here again. You continued, anyway, quieter this time. The damage had already been done. “You don’t get to call me heartless when you were sticking your dick in anything that moved, regardless of my pleas for you to fucking stop. I’m not the manipulative, gaslighting asshole that got off on hurting those who only wanted to love him.” You let it out on him and placed your laptop in your shoulder bag, officially done with this conversation. 

You got up from your seat, giving Suguru one last look of disgust. He was currently having the nerve to sport a small smirk on his face, knowing he got to you. Fucking asshole. 

“For the last time, leave me alone.” You stressed to him, bending down to his sitting figure, your words cutting like knives.

You sat up and turned on your heels, beginning to walk towards the door, proud of yourself. Who cares if you lost your temper? He deserved it and more. You felt relief wash over you as the words spilled out your mouth, realizing that you did need closure, after all, even if it was just another argument with him. 

As you reached the front door of the cafe, you heard him say words that gave you chills throughout your entire body, striking fear in your chest. 

“I’ll get you back. Like I said, you aren’t going anywhere.” 

There was a sinister tone in his words as he finished speaking. Goosebumps raised on your skin, but you decided to leave the coffee shop, too scared to turn to look back at him, the door ringing as you left.

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[sgt-morgan]

Dinner and Diatribes😈

Moonknight Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ SEXY TIMES TO FOLLOW THE CUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR ILL EAT YOUR SOUL. Sincerely though stay away. Inaccurate depiction of DID as made cannon by the show. Breeding kink, AFAB! Reader, fingering (f receiving), language, other fun things I’m forgetting, dirty talk(Jake got a big ass MOUTH!), public teasing, thigh riding, mentions of bodily fluids, oral fixation. If there’s something important I miss, message me pls and I’ll update.

Synopsis: You and Jake are called upon for a task from the gods, it’s also the first time you’ve had to dress nice and use a babysitter since the baby was born. Let’s just see how that goes huh…

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut. Be kind. Takes place in the Estrellita verse, so if you don’t understand the references to their kid, go read those. Special shout-out to @scytherella for her words of encouragement!

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Neither of you started out wanting to go to this dinner. There would be mobsters, swindlers, conmen, and you hoped you would be so lucky as to have a few other vigilantes there, but Matt Murdock was the only one likely to get an invite and if you had heard correctly, that fucker had broken ribs for the third time this month, and his new lady love had apparently tied him to the bed, and not in the sexy fun way. You were pissed first, you wouldn’t lie. Juno and Konshu needing you both to work this gala felt like over kill, but you’d both agreed as there were two separate deeds that needed to be done. Your parental leave was over.

Your sister readily agreed to take Aurora for the evening, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. It had been a hot minute since you and your boys had sincerely ventured anywhere alone together, let alone leaving for left for a mission, and you were beginning to be worried that it was a terrible idea.

“Aurora has got plenty of bottles in her bag, there’s two or three pouches for her to try, and her ‘mommy daddy blankie’ is in there as well.” You sighed, pushing your newly manicured fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“What’s her mommy daddy blanket?” Your sister snorted as she affectionately bounced your almost one year old baby on her hip. You laughed as you pulled one of Marc’s shirts with your lipstick stain on the collar that Aurora had staked her claim on out of the bag. “It’s one of Marc’s flannels. She saw it and said ‘dada’ and then grabbed the collar and said ‘mama’ and then she cried every time we tried to take it at nap time, so it’s hers now.” Your sister cooed at that and handed it to your baby, who now slightly fussed as she saw the shirt out in the open.

“That’s so goddamn adorable it’s sickening.” She muttered, squeezing your baby closer as Rory rubbed her face on the sleeve of the shirt.

“All those stuffed animals we buy, and she gets attached to Marc’s shirt. At least it’s not that Furby Cassie was obsessed with.” You laughed and your sister groaned.

“Oh god I know, that this was horrific.” She laughed, strapping your now dozing baby into the car seat you provided to her. “Well, Andreas is gonna pick up Cassie from Dance and we’re gonna go watch the Brazil vs. Argentina match with Ammi and Dad.” She sighed hefting the baby bag and the car seat to the door. “Don’t get into trouble, and make me another niece or nephew ok?” You snorted and flipped her off as she closed the door.

You basked in the silence for just ten minutes, then you put on Beyoncé and got to work. It had been a long time since you had to look this good, and you seriously needed some help. You primped, and showered, and shaved, and curled, and an hour later you were ready to begin your makeup. You’re glad you started the Beyoncé, you needed the confidence.

When Jake came in the house, Partition was blasting at full volume from the bedroom, and he knew that you meant business. He snuck to the door to watch you as you carefully carved out the line of your jaw, the shape of your nose. Fascinated himself by watching you dab at your eyelids, and curl your eyelashes with a blunted torture device he had no name for, then came his favorite part. The part that always made him want to worship at your alter. Your lips. Tonight’s color? Cherry. Red. He saw you pull out the tube, and just like every other time you’ve put on that lipstick, the way the vibrant red spread over your mouth, that pillowy soft oasis he revered. The sight shot straight to his cock. You were glorious, you sat at your vanity, resplendent in a black lacy thing, some kind of robe he supposed. He noticed that your nails matched the shade of your pretty mouth, and he pictured just what those hands, that mouth could be doing and he was again violently reminded why he put a baby in you in the first place.

You hadn’t had sex in a while. Heated makeouts more often ending in sleep than in anything interesting, you were both exhausted. Not only that but for the first month or so, sec was a no go anyway, prohibited to you by way of vaginal birth. That, and honestly Aurora had been putting you through the ringer, she still wasn’t sleeping through the night, and you both were taking turns doing missions here and there, the boys more than you. It wasn’t as if your hunger for each other had dimmed, you’d almost done the deed a couple times now, but it’s like your daughter had a sixth sense. She has somehow managed to thwart every attempt that has nearly gone somewhere. He couldn’t be mad though, she was too cute. They were getting pretty heated though, their desire boiling under their skin. So when he saw you, sitting so pretty, wearing his favorite shade of lipstick, he almost lost his mind.

“Querida,” he crossed the floor of your bedroom in seconds flat, pulling your arm to him and kissing your hand, your bicep, your shoulder, your neck. “Vas a tener que dejar de ser tan guapa, no tenemos tiempo.” You giggled out a moan and the beautiful sound had him closing his eyes in bliss, he kissed every available patch of skin, pulling the shoulder of your robe down a little as he went.

“Baby, we don’t have time!” You smirked hand reaching behind you to run through his curls, the feeling of your nails scraping at his scalp had him pressing his aching member into your back with a growl. You placed a kiss to his jaw and Jake had half a mind to throw you over his shoulder like a barbarian. “Go shower, and I promise that when we get home tonight, I’m all yours. Aurora is at my sisters until tomorrow. We have the time, after we take care of business.” Jake growled, but let go of you.

“Responsible and sexy? Lo vas a conseguir más tarde, princesa, solo espera.” He growled and grabbed your chin pressing a heated kiss to your cheek. He reveled in the way your eyes and nose scrunched with affection.

“I love you, shower, we gotta go in 45.” You blow him a kiss and he again struggles to remember just what the hell was so goddamn important that he couldn’t absolutely ravage you this very minute. You cross to the closet and it’s like a devastating sunset.

“Shhhhhit.” He groans, pulling his cap from his head and tossing it to the bed, then his leather jacket, then his keys. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics to whatever Beyoncé song started playing next.

‘I love your face

You love the taste

That sugar, babe

It melts away.’

It took every single ounce of discipline in his body to stop him from railing you in front of the full length mirror you were currently using to put your earrings in. He could see his alters in its reflection ogling you just as he was, his reflection behind you unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes traveling hungrily as he exposed more and more of his tanned flesh to your hungry eyes.

“Can you believe we put a baby in that?” Marc groaned, running his hands through his hair with a heady, lust filled gaze.

“She’s a goddess.” Steven murmured rubbing his jaw and staring in wonder at her perfect tits, that we’re almost spilling out of her robe.

“Trust me, I know.” Jake mumbles turning towards the shower. He switched it all the way to cold and sighed and he scrubbed himself clean while thinking about little old ladies and Konshu’s mission. Anything to clear the intoxicating haze of you from his brain. Which didn’t really work, especially with his head mates chattering non stop about how they couldn’t wait to rail you later. “Listen Hermanos, shut the fuck up. We gotta focus, or we won’t be getting any piece of our cielito this evening.”

“Ok, you’re right. But you’re gonna have to-“ Marc started, as his hand slipped lower and lower until he finally felt relief and pleasure tingle up his spine.

“Don’t worry cabrón, I’m already on it.”

He stepped from the shower and went about putting on the suit you laid out for him, it was a black pinstriped number with a vest, white shirt, black tie. It felt a little Gomez Addams to him but eh, he was also a crazy man who loved a dangerous woman so what did he care. He noticed you also laid out the silver pocket watch you got him with the moon and sun engraved on it, it also had yours and your daughter’s initials on the inside. You had gotten him it for Christmas just two months after your daughter was born. He attached it to the watch chain and slipped it in his vest with a smile. He also laced up the fancy black and grey boots with steel toes you got for his birthday, and pulled on the black driving gloves with brass knuckles and little moon emblems that you gave him for Valentines. He loved all your little gifts, tokens of your life together that marked him as yours. It was cute, but he liked his way better. The bruises he’s leave on your neck, or thighs, or bre- he was getting carried away again.

He slicked his hair back and pulled on a black flat cap, also snagging his black wool overcoat and red scarf. He looked sharp. He spritzed a bit of the cologne you couldn’t resist on all of his pulse points and smiled devilishly in the mirror while combing out his beard with the beard oil you liked. The beard was a new addition to his appearance you couldn’t seem to resist. He loved it best when you sat on it and let him-

“Oi, think puppies and kittens mate, none of that.” Steven grumbled and he chuckled. He held his hands up in a gesture that said ‘you caught me, I’ll behave.’

“Go see if she’s ready man, you gotta go.” Marc grumbled and Jake turned up the collar on his coat. He strolled into the living room and grabbed the keys of your black SUV. You refused to get a ‘mom car’ as you put it, so the sleek, blacked out, SUV would have to do. It still held all you needed it to, it was very safe, and it was a lot easier for Jake to bullet proof than a minivan.

“¡Mi Vida! ¡Vamos! ¡Rápido!” He called clapping his hands once.

“Cállate, I’m coming.” He heard you say as you stepped out of the hall fastening the final piece of jewelry into place, a beautiful necklace with three phases of the moon representing each of your husbands. It rested deliciously between your breasts and Jake wanted to hold the chain between his teeth as he- “Earth to Jake?”

“Lo siento Querida, you just- wow.” He growled and took in her appearance with a wicked grin. You wore a slinky black number that really highlighted your postpartum curves, and breastfeeding boobs that he wished he could smother himself with. He wanted to run his tongue along every curve and dip in your flesh. He licked his lips slowly as you rolled your eyes and picked up your heels, walking to him and handing them over.

“Help me with the straps Mr. Lockley.” You sighed. He readily dropped to one knee and you slid into the first heel while your foot rested on his raised thigh, he fastened the strap and caressed your calf, giving it a little pat to signify he was finished. Then you slid into the other and he once again fastens the strap, this time letting his hand wander up the slit in your dress up the inside of your thigh. Until one of your slim, dainty, hands wrapped itself around his throat. He groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head and his fellow head mates made their arousal known, he’s pretty sure Steven passed out. “Tsk, tsk. Behave Señor. Be a god little pet, and I might give you a treat.” He nodded at your sultry little tease and leaned forward to kiss the exposed flesh of your thigh. You sighed through your nose and put your leg down. “Gracias Amor.” You smiled and grabbed him by the chin, smashing your mouth to his in a heady tangle of tongue and teeth before pulling away and fixing your makeup in the mirror by the front door.

“Gods,” Marc practically growled at you through the reflection in the mirror. “I just wanna pin her down and fuck that little attitude right out of her he-“

“Marc, don’t rile him up.” You said, looking pointedly into the reflection almost as if you could hear him there. Jake cackled and Steven grinned smacking Marc over the head in the already crowded mirror.

“Yeah yah git, they have to go.” Steven grinned.

“Don’t you dare, you just wanna stay in her good graces so she’ll suck our co-“ he was cut off by Jake hastily turning over the mirror and unlocking the door. He pressed himself into your back and rested one hand over your throat and the other spread just below your breasts. You moaned a bit as you felt him grind into you.

“Enough of that, if we don’t leave now, I’m going to fuck you against this door, mission be damned.” He growled. The wind picked up in the apartment ruffling your hair a bit and you growled.

“Stop that you big stupid bird, we’re just flirting, and if you fuck up my hair I’ll find a way to crush your skull.” She grumbled, stepping into the jacket that Jake now held open for her. It was stark white with red lapels and it matched your lipstick perfectly.

“Por los dioses, te quiero, mujer” he chuckled smacking your ass as you walked out the door. It was gonna be a long night.

The car ride over passed pretty innocuously, with you chatting about the mission and your daughter, while checking the Argentina and Brazil score. The only spot of trouble came when you fastened your gun to the holster on your thigh. Jake managed to not pull over and fuck you in the back seat though so you’d call it a win.

“Ok baby, so the plan is to dance and drink and party until a window opens up that we can steal those scrolls, when we’re mingling, I need to find MY mission, and drug up Misty Bradshaw’s baby daddy.” You said, tucking a red carnations into his lapel and tying your outfits together before you left the car.

“Who is Misty again Mi Vida?” He gently sweeps some of your curls out of your face and kisses your knuckles.

“She’s the daughter of that asshole mafioso, he married her off to her husband for territory remember? That’s why I gotta drug him, so we can give her a chance to get outta there without her father or baby daddy causing any trouble. She knows I’m coming to help. Frank Castle’s FBI buddy is coming to get her from her apartment, then she will testify, and get another hard hitter out of New York. That’s why Matt was supposed to come tonight too, he’s her lawyer.” You huffed in exasperation. “Foggy is gonna handle the case now instead, but I was hoping we would have DareDevil with her so she could have a little extra protection, but Frank offered to post up on a roof and listen in.”

“Ah, Claro que si.” He nodded, “and its just a happy accident that the little secret auction is happening tonight too? Very useful.”

“Two bird-“ you started, till the wind picked up again, and you changed your choice of idiom. “Jesus Konshu cool it- two for the price of one!”

Jake pulled into Valet parking and jogged to your side of the car. He opened your door and helped you out, flawlessly tossing the keys to a valet and palming your lower back, escorting you into the building. Instantly, he could feel eyes all over you. You were brilliant, and as he helped you from your coat, he didn’t need Daredevil’s freaky ears to know you made hearts skip a beat. He then tossed your coats to an attendant, and pulled his flat cap from his head, smoothing back his hair, glaring around the room to stop people from ogling you. You beautifully played the part of his doting wife as he slid his hand over your ass and gave a squeeze and a wink to all who were looking, signaling his claim over you. A band played lively old school Spanish big band music and he gently moved you both towards the bar. You stopped along the way so Jake could pretend to schmooze, his fake name was supposedly a big time Mexican coke dealer, with plenty of cash to blow, and he wanted to make sure that the word would make him more of an interest to your target. All while his hand continued to move lower on your ass.

“Watch that hand there slick, getting a little too rowdy.” You winked with a giggle, attempting to make yourself seem more like ditsy arm candy, but he could see the sharpness in your gaze. You cut your eyes at the bar where misty stood dutifully next to her forced husband, and you noticed instantly that her eye was blackened, and being covered up by purple eyeshadow and concealer. “Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll go overs there and drug Misty’s baby daddy,

And use his passing out as a distraction to get us to the hall with all the artifacts, sound good?” Jake nodded subtly and moved you next to them at the bar to order a drink. He sat, and pulled you onto his lap. He ordered for you and kissed your jaw, smiling at you deviously. He then picked the cigar out of his jacket pocket and lit it.

“You want a puff?” He asked, griping the cigar between his pointer middle finger. You liked a cigar every once in a while, so you nodded with a shrug. You figured he was just being flamboyant and extravagant to faint the attention of your mark. Until he grinned at you mischievously, then he took a pull and passed the smoke into your mouth with a kiss. You were shocked, but responded accordingly. You had to admit, that the taste of him and the smoke on your tongue was extremely erotic, and you squirmed a bit in his lap. He chuckled at your arousal and grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed, you were thuroughly enjoying your kiss, and when he pulled back it took you a second to regain your composure. If this game of cat and mouse went on any longer, you were gonna fuck him on this bar, mission and jail time be damned. When you regained your senses, you focused on finishing your mission. You looked around idly as Jake spoke with the bartender, rubbing sensuous circles on your thigh. Then, you rested your head on your hand on the bar, and pretended to notice and just love Misty’s dress.

“Oh my!” You gasped, turning to the couple next to you. “Your dress is lovely!” You giggled pleasantly, Misty smiled and thanked you, and Jake pretended to notice and ‘attempt to real you in.’

“Leave them hermosa, they’re on a date. Surely this fine young couple doesn’t want to be bothered on a fine night like this.” He flicked his hand in the direction of the dance floor, “besides, I will have to leave you soon, and I’m sure, Un joven de aspecto serio como este, is bound to be joining me, let him enjoy the fine company of his woman, while I enjoy mine.” He but your ear and you pouted, he kissed your bottom lip and you started to stand and walk away, realizing who you were though, and wanting to make a prosperous connection, the man in question hastened to please you both fairly quickly.

“No! It’s fine!” He chuckled amiably, “let them have their fun, this way the ladies have a friend while we attend to business so they don’t get into trouble.” He chuckled. You pretended to clap in joy and leaned across his drink to get closer to Misty with a wink. When you leaned, you subtly dropped a pill into the amber liquid, and pretended to make polite conversation with her about the baby. While Jake distracted her husband with the possibility of ‘buissness’ to give enough time to let the pill dissolve. You both carried on your conversations, and when it had been long enough, Jake proposed a toast to put the next part of your plan into motion.

“To beautiful women, and good business.”

He winked chauvinistically, and you watched with satisfaction as the asshole downed his drink and its special little surprise. “Well, I shall see you in una hora, but for now, I want to dance.” He winked and you rubbed your noses together. He then spun you onto the dance floor, and you started to dance your way towards your second location.

“He drank it all Preciosa,” he muttered into your neck as you mamboed across the room to ‘Shingaling’ by Kako y Su Orquesta. You looked the perfect picture of a couple in love. “Now to get to that door.” He spun you and you rolled your hips and took note of the destination.

“No problem, now to convince people we’re just a sexed up couple looking to sneak off, so when our distraction starts we can disappear without anyone being the wiser. Think you can manage Papí?” You grinned looking every bit the cat who caught the canary, and Jake growled, rolling your hips into his rhythmically. You gasped at the already very prominent bulge in his pants. He spun you twice and then worked his way lower, you continued to smile and dance in time, but you gasped in shock and pleasure suddenly when you realized he- “Did you just bite my ass?” You laughed continuing to dance with him, slowly getting more and more worked up.

“Sí, like in that movie you like so much.” He grinned and you threw your head back in a laugh, and it took everything in him not to also bite the smooth column of your throat.

“Devils Advocate!?” you giggled, “well, you’re certainly taking our role to heart.

“No! I’m always this crazy for your mi corazón. Haven’t you noticed.” He smiled as you laughed again, that beautiful sound like sweet music to his ears.

“Of course I know that babe, now let’s do our jobs and not cause too much trouble.” You giggled as you saw other women around the room glaring at you in jealousy, seeing you living the dream with your beautiful man.

“No hay problema, mi tentadora, tu deseo es mi orden.” He spun you across the room and watched the door, while you watched for your distraction. He downed two more drinks as you got closer, good, it would sell your distraction even better. You watched Agent Madani approach and position herself next to Misty and as you reached the door, the man shot back another Whiskey and fell into his wife. Madani caught Misty with ease, and pretended to escort her to the bathroom to clean up, as her Father’s men escorted her now totally inebriated husband to their car. Madani would help her into a waiting FBI vehicle that would lead her to safety. Using the chaos, you and Jake slipped into the hall where all of the artifacts were being kept. He lead you directly to the room with the scrolls.

“Konshu says it’s here, we will grab them, replace them with the fakes, and leave.” You nodded and stood at the door to cover him and play lookout.

“No cameras?” You questioned warily.

“No, too many known criminals in the building to risk video evidence.” He said, searching methodically for his prize. He finally found them when you heard the footsteps approaching.

“Jake, we got company.” You muttered as he slid the scrolls into his coat and hurried to shut the door.

“Shit.” He muttered and cornered you into the wall with one of his legs between your thighs and your wrists caged over your head in one of his hands. He rolled your heat into his thigh with his free hand and you moaned as the pleasure struck your core. He had been working you up all night, and the sudden pleasure almost made you delirious with want. He kept doing it as the footsteps got closer. “Here baby, fuck yourself on my thigh,” he grunted and stared at you with hunger.

“Gotta give ‘em a good show so they won’t know how naughty we’ve really been.” You moaned again as the slick gathered and surely made a place on his beautiful suit. He kissed and sucked at your neck, and you really began to worry that he forgot where you were and was gonna make you cum on his thigh while you harbored stolen Egyptian artifacts.

“Hey! You there! You can’t be in this hallway!” Jake growled into your neck and it shot straight to your core. Then as if flipping a switch, he smiled amicably at the armed guards and raised his hands bouncing the thigh you pressed into lightly, it was sweet torture.

“Lo siento, amigo. We got a little… carried away.” He winked and you dug your head in his neck with a giggle, playing the part of a love drunk bimbo to a tee, he rolled your hips once more and you giggled out on a moan. Then you felt him grip your ass and lower you from his thigh. You weren’t expecting to be so unsteady on your feet, but in all fairness you hadn’t really had sex with your husband in a minute. Jake caught you as you stumbled a bit and chuckled at the guards.

“She gets a little frisky when she’s got a little wine in her, can’t blame me can yah?” He gestured vaguely at your body and you leaned forward a bit, showing off your tits just a bit to distract them. It worked, but you could feel Jake tensing in displeasure. Body already rigid and dangerous, you could see that smile that graced his face, the look of someone unhinged lingering behind his sharp toothed smile, it aroused you even more.

“Uh no-“ The security guard gulped and stuttered in wonder, pushing his partner back a bit. “No worries, just uh- go back to the party.” You smiled gratefully and patted him on the cheek, dragging Jake back into the party as you made your way to the door. You giggled and swooned and Jake plays his part beautifully. Smacking your ass and grinding himself into your rear in front of all the right eyes so nobody would suspect anything suspicious from the early departure, you honestly think he was doing it more for himself than your act, but you weren’t complaining. You collected your coats and stood kissing until The valet brought around your car. Jake tipped him generously and helped you into your seat, and you couldn’t help but blush at the way he caressed your ass as you crawled in.

“Jesus Jake, you couldn’t think of a more conspicuous distraction?” You groaned, rubbing your soaked thighs together and turning up your air vent as he got in the car.

“No, I wanted you, it was just a happy coincidence that your needy cunt was an ample distraction for those guards.” He chuckled evilly and ran the hand he wasn’t using to drive up the inside of your thighs. You sighed and opened your legs for him a little more. “And now, you’re gonna be all warmed up by the time we get home, so all I gotta do is bury myself in my pussy and have my way with you.” He started slow, sliding his fingers through your already soaked folds with a grin. “Ooooh, I should have known you’d already be ready for me.” You whimpered and squirmed, trying to gain more friction where you needed it most. He pulled his hand away and smacked your thigh, you yelled out in shock. The little jolt of pain giving way to more pleasure, just making him want you more. “No, don’t be greedy cielito, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He started to slowly thrust in and out with one finger, and you whimpered, needing more. Jake was always like this, playing with you slowly, and then pouncing when you least expect it, it was infuriating, you pressed your legs together around his hand and whined with frustration.

“Go on then, make her beg for it.” Steven could be seen biting his lip in the rear view mirror and Jake grinned at his suggestion. He was amused by his soft spoken head mate’s desire to see you squirm. It’s always the quiet ones.

“Nah Steven, she’s been such a good girl, taking care of our baby, taking care of us, shouldn’t we give her a reward?” Marc grinned at Jake, and he nodded slightly. Marc loved to torture you, but not like he and Steven. Marc wanted to see those pretty eyes of yours fill with tears as he drove you to ecstasy over and over, till you were nothing but a bawling mess of heat and pleasure. He decided to give the best of both worlds.

“Awe, is my girl getting frustrated? How do you think I feel? You’ve been keeping me from my pussy for so long. No, but that’s not true is it?” He tutted, and slowed his finger crooking it inside you to hit that place within you that made you see stars, he was going so slow you could swear you could make out every bump and ridge of his tortuous finger. It wasn’t enough and he knew it, you were practically sobbing with frustration. “No, you’ve been a good girl huh? Taking such good care of our baby? You’re such a good mami, taking care of our baby and never once complaining? Yeah, that’s right.” He felt your walls start to clench around his finger as he praised you and he grinned, he loved how much you desired his praise. “Yes you have, and you know what? Las buenas chicas merecen una recompensa.” Then he unceremoniously thrust two of his long thick digits into you two knuckles deep. The mix of the rough pads of his fingers running across the spongey patch of your inner walls that he found so easily, and his filthy words almost took you out. It was a miracle you didn’t cum instantly. You whimpered and thrust yourself onto his hand, working yourself towards your end. It was the most pleasure you’d felt in months, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. “That’s it baby, get my pussy ready for me, use my hand. Quiero que esté lista antes de que nos detengamos en nuestra calle.”

You moaned and let Jake work you towards your end, the coil in your belly winding tighter with each thrust of his fingers. His eyes flicked over to your writing body every once in a while as he drove, driving you insane with need for his full attention on wanton your flesh. “Papi, Te quiero, te necesito. Please!” He groaned at your begging and brought his thumb to move tight little circles over your aching bud. With the added pleasure you saw stars. Was it always this good? Or were you just starved for his hands on your flesh. You didn’t know and honestly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. You were seeing white, and you felt like you were on fire. “That’s it baby, let me hear you. Cum on my fingers. Cum for me.”

He said those words and something in you snapped, and you flooded his palm with your release. Jake almost ran you off the road.

“Holy shit, babe.” Jake groaned and pulled his now soaked fingers from your spasming hole, putting them directly in his mouth with a pornographic moan that almost had you coming again. “You gripped my fingers so tight, Estoy deseando estar dentro de ti. You always taste so good, always so warm and wet and ready for me.” You we’re trying to catch your breath and it was damn near impossible. “Now, let’s get en la casa, and see if we can’t give Aurora a sibling, sí?” You hadn’t even realized you made it home.

Needless to say, your night was a busy one, filled with laughter and pleasure, it was the most relaxed you’d been in weeks, and you had just robbed and taken down a criminal organization. After cleaning up and laying back down, you both started to realize you really miss your baby.

“Querida…” Jake sighed, nuzzling into your neck as you dozed a bit. You couldn’t help it, your body was tired, that was probably the most exercise you’d done in weeks.

“Yes amor?” You mumbled sleepily.

“Do you think Aurora is sleeping?” He asked tentatively. You resisted the urge to laugh, it was funny to think that just seconds ago, this man was fucking you absolutely senseless, and now he was shyly asking you if you thought your infant was awake at 11:30 because he missed her.

“I don’t know, do you want me to text my sis-“ you started and he cut you off by excitedly handing you your phone. “Ok, got it.” You really did laugh then, his daughter is his number one weakness, and you loved that about him. You shot off a text to your sister, and as it turns out, she was just now leaving your mothers with the kids and a very drunk husband in toe, she face times you with a grin.

“Andreas and Daddy got a liiiittle too excited.” She laughed, buckling a very sleepy Cassie into her seat. You laughed as she pointed the camera at her husband, who was plastered and could be seen struggling to fasten his seatbelt in the passengers side of her van. She flipped the camera back around and chuckled while closing the door. “Oh good! Here.” She then walked up to your Ammi with a grin, and there was your baby, chewing on the sleeve of Marc’s shirt and babbling in content. “She’s a little keyed up, she napped until about 8ish, but she’s gonna crash once she gets in the car I’m sure.”

“Mumumumah!” Your little girl mumbles around the fabric in her mouth and you smiled, blowing her kisses.

“Hi baby girl! I love you” You smiled as Jake tugged on your sleeve so you’d hand over the phone, “look!” Then you handed the phone to Jake and she practically screamed with excitement.

“DADADADADADA!” She yelled, flapping her arms and leaning to kiss the phone screen. One of those big, slobbery, open mouth, baby kisses that he was so fond of. She was a total daddy’s girl.

“Oh! Mi Vida! Oh my baby!” He fake cried and your daughter, mother, and sister laughed at his extravagance and dramatic sense of humor, that he only truly showed for his family. “I miss you! Sleep good for tu tía Allison para mí, por favor!” He smiled at her with all the love he could hold, and you fell for him all over again.

“Dadada.” Aurora smiled enthusiastically, and kissed the phone again. Jake thanked her, and said his good nights, and your mom handed Allison’s phone back with promises to see you both tomorrow for brunch.

“Alright, I’m gonna take my little army home, and we will see you in the morning. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She said with a smile and hung up the phone. You both sighed in content, the ache of missing your baby girl subsiding, the exhaustion of the day settling in. You still had one more go in you though.

“Jake?” You sighed curling up on his chest and drawing patterns with your hand.

“¿Sí, alma mía?” He sighed, burying his nose in your tousled hair.

“Let’s have another baby.” You grinned and felt him tense with the sudden want you just hit him with. Like a cold bucket of water being dumped over someone’s head, he was awake now.

“A la luz de mi vida, pensé que nunca lo preguntarías.”

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: River Page

Published: Feb 2, 2024

"Companies also cannot take race-motivated actions to maintain a demographically 'balanced' workforce." — Commissioner at Equal Employment Opportunity Commission Andrea R. Lucas in Reuters, June 29, 2023

"An unlawful employment practice is established when the complaining party demonstrates that race, color, religion, sex, or national origin was a motivating factor for any employment practice, even though other factors also motivated the practice." — 42 USC § 2000e–2(m) of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964

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In the wake of the George Floyd protests, tech companies promised to hire more minorities. One company that claims to help them do it is Gem, and although you might not have heard of it, you’ve probably heard of some of its 1,200-plus clients: Reddit, Dropbox, Robinhood, Discord, Zillow, Stripe, Affirm, and Grammarly, just to name a few. Although Gem’s software is primarily used for things like non-race- and gender-based recruiting, payroll, and benefits management, John, (not his real name) — who worked for Gem as a sales development representative through a B2B outsourcing firm from March to July of 2021, told us that the prospective corporate clients he talked to were most interested in Gem’s “diversity enhancing” capabilities. Essentially, they had race- and gender-based hiring quotas and wanted to use Gem’s software to meet them. He said one prospective client, an executive at the Bay Area-based AI and robotics research arm of one of the world’s leading car manufacturers, told him explicitly: “I need more black candidates this month.”

According to its website, Gem’s software allows recruiters to track “gender and race/ethnicity throughout the entire hiring funnel.” Essentially, it appears to include a comprehensive race and gender tracking system designed to help companies fill race- and gender-based quotas with precision. For example, in a 2021 diversity webinar posted on YouTube, a Gem employee seemed to explain how the software could show how many candidates a company would need to reach out to if it had three engineering positions open, but didn’t want to hire men for them (in her words: “wanted to give women a chance”). In the same video, she demonstrated how to break down each stage in the hiring funnel by race, and explained (but did not show, probably for privacy reasons) how companies could further track how their recruiters’ own efforts break down along the lines of the company’s race- and gender-based hiring quotas, so that the company may “hold them accountable.”

[ Screen capture from Gem’s diversity webinar ]

All this requires a lot of data. According to a recent LinkedIn post by Gem founder Steve Bartel, this data can come from three sources:

Self-ID: the demographic data collection on job applications

Manual override: the recruiter reports your race and gender based on visual cues such as your LinkedIn profile picture

Predicted: Gem’s proprietary AI determines a candidate's race and gender based on machine learning (Bartel notes this is only for aggregate/anonymized use, meaning that the UI doesn’t allow recruiters to see which race was assigned to individual candidates)

John told me that, of Gem’s features, its race- and gender-identifying AI was the biggest selling point. “A key part of the pitch was to tell clients that Gem uses AI and machine learning to determine race and gender.” (This is especially ironic, given the panic about “racist AI” that has consumed every discussion about artificial intelligence for years.)

“One thing that cracked me up was that recruiting/DEI buyers at companies would ask, ‘Is this legal?’” John told me. “Not because they were offended by how obviously racist the software was — they loved what they saw. The concern was pushback from their legal team.” He said this question was asked so frequently that Gem’s Chief Legal Counsel had a prewritten response to the question that would be passed along to clients who asked.

[ Source: Gem’s website, February 1, 2024 ]

The "Diversity Recruiting" section of Gem’s website offers a slate of what it calls “Case Studies” — essentially customer testimonials — where companies explain how they used Gem to hire based on race and gender.

In a case study for payroll firm Gusto, Gem seems to indicate the company used its “Candidate Rediscovery” tool to hire based on candidates’ race and gender. In Gem’s language, Gusto used the tool to “unearth talent who is vetted — and diverse — ultimately reducing time-to-hire.” In other words, companies could use Gem’s software to find people with specific racial and gender-based characteristics that meet the position’s requirements and hire them quickly, while weeding out similarly qualified candidates who are, presumably, white or male or both.

In a case study about the telecommunications company Twilio, Gem seems to describe how one of its senior recruiters was able to avoid hiring men with their tool:

Gem’s metrics have also helped [the recruiter] zero in on stages in the interview process where the team is falling short on equitable gender hiring. “For one division, we intuited that we were hiring more women than the average team—and we were! We were prepared to roll off our passive sourcing efforts for that division, but I don’t like to make a move without looking at all the data first. That’s where Gem came through.” [The recruiter] dug through the data in more detail and discovered that the proportion of male candidates was actually increasing quarter over quarter—so much so that, by Q3, they would have made significantly more male than female hires. “If we hadn’t had access to that data, we wouldn’t have been able to identify that trend and strategize on how to allocate our resources properly.”

This is easily interpretable as: We thought everything was fine until Gem showed us that by Q3 we might hire a disproportionate number of men in a division that a disproportionate number of men applied to work in. It's worth noting that when announcing massive job cuts in 2022, Twilio’s CEO bragged that the layoffs had been carried out through an “Anti-Racist/Anti-Oppression lens.”

In another testimonial from Chili Piper, an inbound conversion platform for B2B revenue teams, the company’s Talent Ops Manager says she used Gem to discover that URG (under-represented group) candidates were dropping off after the company stopped including a video submission in the application (itself seeming to indicate that a significant proportion “URGs” were being advanced through the hiring pipeline because of their race or gender). She successfully lobbied to bring the video submission back and modified the assignment. “Now it’s like, sell us a new smartphone: something that really levels the playing field and lets us see candidates’ creativity, communication, and approach in action. It’s not necessarily entrenched in experience in tech and SaaS sales.” Since then, the company has “seen a decisive shift in the demographics of candidates who make it to the interview stage of our process. We have seen a 54% increase in URG candidates and a 31% increase in female-identified candidates making it to the first round of interviews. Offers extended to, and offers accepted by URGs have increased.”

In other words, Chili Piper's testimonial seems to indicate that Gem showed the company that when it stopped asking applicants to submit a video that allowed them to see their race and gender, they stopped hiring more minorities. So they brought video back, and seemed to effectively lower their standards by changing the assignment to one in which industry experience was deprioritized.

Gem’s own hiring practices also raise red flags. An internal jobs board from June 2021 provided to Pirate Wires shows that under a field titled “Diversity Search,” positions are either listed as “Open,” “Women,” “URM,” or “Women & URM,” suggesting that certain positions were closed off to straight white males, or perhaps that women and minorities were being sought after in those positions. We sent the screenshot of the internal job board — with company name and other identifying information redacted — to a tech industry employment lawyer, who said:

Without knowing more about the company or getting clarification on what some of the designations mean on the chart, it looks a bit problematic. The law allows companies to set “targets” and “goals” as they relate to the hiring, retention, and promotion of women, veterans, and underrepresented minorities (those targets/goals must be temporary). But the law does not currently allow private companies to set aside or otherwise designate specific positions for such group members. There are some grey areas for certain types of federal contractors, but it’s the exception to the rule.

As a non-lawyer, I’ll not comment on the legality of Gem’s hiring practices. However, I will say the company seems to use unorthodox recruiting methods. In Gem’s diversity webinar I referred to earlier, one of the hosts said, “Here at Gem, each time we open a new req [position], we actually focus solely on sourcing URGs, and in conjunction [with that] we don’t post the job on the career site until other levers need to be pulled…”

The host then explained how she found candidates of specific races and genders at Gem, telling the audience: “Sourcing for URGs may require you to shift some fundamental ideas you have about what a quote-unquote good candidate looks like.” Next, she described how she would go through LinkedIn, searching for candidates with stereotypically minority names, who use neo-pronouns, or who went to minority-majority schools, among other tactics.

[ Slide from Gem’s diversity webinar]

When asked for comment, a representative from GEM told us “Our product provides interested customers with insights that help them build a diverse talent pipeline. We work closely with legal counsel to ensure our platform complies with all applicable laws and welcome potential customers looking to learn more to reach out to us."

Gem: a company that apparently doesn’t post some job announcements publicly without searching for specific races and genders on LinkedIn first. A company whose value proposition is to help companies hold their recruiters “accountable” for hiring too many of the wrong race and gender. A company that created an AI that predicts your race and gender. A company whose AI tracks race throughout the hiring pipeline so efficiently that, allegedly, even woke companies question its legality during sales calls. Gem is the company that vast swaths of the tech industry are using to hire.

So if you’re in the business, and you’re a Derrick O’Donnell or a John Chau, good luck out there. I think you’re gonna need it.

[ Via: https://archive.md/gxFMK ]

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DEI is discrimination.

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[andreagalan]

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

It’s her second time down in the pit but now she knows its curves and edges. She knows where the wall goes in, where the ground is slippery, where her opponent might trip. She made those mistakes the first time – being too confident, going in too fast, too strong, losing energy and leaving with a split lip, a black eye and scratched skin. Most importantly, Andrea had walked out that first time with nothing to show for it but a bruised ego. 

The anger in that man’s eyes had been enough to make her freeze; it’s not the reaction she thought she’d have, nor the one she wanted. Andrea has a people to lead, a crew that follows her, that looks up to her for leadership… But this idolization has been fading for quite some time. It hasn’t been long since the crown was finally placed on her head, but it’s already proved to be too heavy for her to carry and too large to hold. 

It has been long enough that her life before looks more and more tempting with each passing day. What did I give up? She thinks at least once a week. Why did I want this? She can’t shake the feeling that what she craved for, this power, this position, is meaningless. 

The crown is heavy but it’s all she ever wanted — I did it, she thought back then. I did it, this is mine, this is my victory. I made it. The crown is heavy and covered in blood and it makes her head ache after too long. Andrea looked around when she first put it on, with a grin on her face that could only ever be described as childish. I did it, look! But, just like tonight, she was alone. There’s no one to share a victory with when you’re on top. I did it. She’s repeated it over and over and over, to herself and to others. What else could matter when she’s on top? 

Turns out, the edge is a lot steeper and the fall is a lot deadlier than anyone ever warned her about. 

And now, she’s in it again. Exhausted and embarrassed and still pushing for a victory. She deserves it, her people deserve it. Her breathing is ragged, her body throbbing with pain, but her eyes burn with an unwavering determination to not let herself be walked over again. She’s had enough of that throughout her life — friends, boyfriends, partners, clients, bosses, peers, they’ve all thought so little of her. They still do. 

There’s a crown, heavy to any head it lays upon, but impossible to let go of. Tonight, she can finally claim it as hers. Power is a good look on a woman, Andrea can tell when she looks at herself in the mirror. Andrea might have lost the battle but she’s decided to win the war.

And then she spots her opponent. Andrea’s stomach shrinks, it flips inside her, it makes her sick. If she thought what she’d seen before had been anger, this can only be described as fury, a thirst for blood and a personal vendetta. 

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

The Brotherhood and her haven’t seen eye to eye in years, almost two decades if her memory doesn’t fail her. She’d been a diamond in the rough in their ranks, a gem if they’d only polished and paid enough attention to her — they didn’t and had the nerve to be resentful when she left for a better bidder. Now, that offer for a greater future is dead, it died with its leader four hundred and twenty-nine nights ago. 

He looks even worse than she does, which can only mean he’s been down here before. And he knows the way out. Andrea cowers in the face of danger and she hates herself for it. With a weapon in her hand, she’d be invincible — it wouldn’t be the first time she’s pointed a gun at him or others who feel the same way about her. JJ warned her, she remembers, but she didn’t listen. His anger is personal, not professional — this is both.

Her strategy is the same as it was the first time around: claws and heels aimed as any exposed skin. And, just like the first time, it’s not enough.

It doesn’t take long. 

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

Forty seconds until her fist is caught in the air and her arm is twisted back. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. Her head jerks back and she manages to free herself from his grip. Why am I doing this? What if it’s still not enough?

Sixty seconds until her foot is caught now, she loses balance and is on the ground again. She tries to kick him in the groin, catch him off guard, buy herself some time. Why am I doing this? What if I give up? Would he know, would they know? Would he know? But he grips her high heels, one at a time, rips them off her feet and tosses them out of reach. Eighty three seconds until it feels like his fist broke her nose. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. What if I give up? What if I step down?

One hundred and ten seconds until some of her nails snap off from how hard she’s scratching the man’s cheeks and forearms and neck. The others try to dig into his back. What if I step down? What if I don’t want to do this anymore? To an outsider, it might look like they’re hugging. Until she cries for help… It doesn’t come.

What does come is unmistakable shine of metal reflecting light. She knows the sight all too well — the sharp edge of a knife, the coolness of the blade. And she can hear, even from the distance, a crowd-wide gasp. Everyone can tell what it is and everyone can assume what it means, just like her. Bare hands and bare feet and a ripped dress against a strong body and a thirsty knife. All of a sudden, this isn’t a fight, whoever stands victorious won’t display their able body as the prize, but their life, too. 

One hundred seventy seconds. She lies on the cold ground, humiliated in front of her inferiors and her peers, in front of her friends, her foes, her family, her loved ones. Blood trickles down her face, mixing with the dirt beneath her and the sweat of another failed battle. What if I don’t want to do this anymore? What if I can’t? What if there’s someone ready to take over? 

The pain radiates through her body, every bruise and scrape a testament to her defeat. She simultaneously feels the weight of the moment all over her body — and nothing at all. What’s a broken nose on top of a black eye on top of a deep cut on her collarbone on top of a possibly broken rib on top of endless scratches on her elbows and knees and feet and palms on top of a ringing in her ear on top of–

A sort of calm that doesn’t precede a storm, but follows it. What if someone else would do a better job? What if I don't care? What if I run away? What if I leave?

It’s her one opportunity. Andrea feels the weight of his body suddenly be lifted off her, in a way that can only mean someone is carrying him out, dragging him by the sound of it. I did it. Everyone, look, I did it. He claims it and Andrea can hear his grin in that mocking tone. He’s claiming it, he’s saying he’s the one who finally got me. There’s no one around to see how tears well up in her eyes. It’s her one opportunity. Soon, another pair of strong hands drag her out of the Arène, too. It’s my one opportunity.

And she takes it, she closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. She lets herself feel it. What if…

The king is dead. Long live the—

#[ your name is like a melody | musings ] #[ event: halloween 2023 ] #tw violence #tw gore #tw blood #tw weapon #tw knife

[countrymusiclover]

64 - A Christmas Hex

Part 65

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Leaving my bedroom I came face to face with Jacob and Hayley. She was holding baby Andrea in her arms when I raised a brow at her. “Hey guys, I thought we weren’t on speaking terms anymore.”

“Considering it is Christmas I decided to let Jaobc see you. We are family and our kids should know one another. I’ll be downstairs when you two want to join.” Hayley left my brother and I alone in the hallway.

Running my fingers through my hair I didn’t know what to say to him. “Uh, can I offer you a drink or something?”

“What you can do is tell me what is going on between you and Hayley. She refused to tell me why and she just leaves me in the dark.” He responded back leaning against the railing.

Crossing my arms over my chest I didn’t feel like having this conversation today. “Jacob, now isn’t a good time for ridiculous drama. I’m going to go.”

Before I could walk away he gently took a hold of my wrist. “Rae Rae, wait please. Just talk to me for a second.”

“You need to be talking to the mother of your child, not me.” Yanking my hand out of his I snapped my tongue. “She’s the one who kidnapped my children and claims it was to protect them. I don’t parent Andrea and she shouldn’t make decisions for me!”

Jacob slumps his shoulders. “Rae, look I’m sorry that she did that, but we are siblings. We were supposed to be there for each other.”

“And we are. I just don’t have to look out for her ass.” Tuning on my heels I vamped out of the room closing the door in his face since we had moved into my bedroom. Nik had given me my necklace back so I had access to my magic again.

Yet he opened the door harshly with his own magic chasing after me as fast as his human body would allow him. “Don’t walk away from me, sis. We need to make this right.”

“Like I said I don’t want to talk about it on Christmas - ugh.” I suddenly froze when I glanced over my shoulder seeing he was siphoning the magic from the wall. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Are you going to talk with me or am I keeping you there?” He asked with a half hopeful smile.

“You realize I can break out of this right?”

“Yeah I know. But give me a chance.” He sighed knowing I was stronger.

Nodding my head I felt him lower the spell so I could walk towards him. “So let me tell you exactly what happened that day. I was forced to be daggered for the first time ever in my immortal life. Honestly I didn’t think it was possible but apparently it is since I wear a ring linking me to Nik’s spirit. Anyway on top of that Hayley Marshall decided that the best way to protect my children was to take them without even asking me. I dare ask you once more Jacob what about that means I should forgive her?”

“Raelyn, look I can’t undo the pain she caused you. But she’s right that we need to come together. Cause…I don’t want my nightmares to come true.” He sniffed through tears which made me confused and concerned.

Knitting my brows together I looked up at him. “Nightmares, when did they start?”

“Uh when that woman named Dahlia showed me at the bayou I think.” He stutters.

Offering my open palms for him to take, I sent him a calm glance. “Show me, J.”

“What do I say?” He asked not knowing all the spells I did.

Clicking my tongue he placed his hands in mine where I gasped seeing our hands turn red together siphoning off of my magic. “Repeat after me. Dic mihi, hva du vet.”

“Andrea, please don’t hurt her. She’s your aunt!” Jacob cried out when his daughter was holding a stake over my heart with my body laying on the ground.

She grunted when I attempted to stop her. “I’m sorry, dad. But she’s here to take my power!”

“What the hell is she talking about, J?” I questioned groaning against the strength she had.

My brother shook his head in his nightmare confused. “I have no idea, Rae.”

“The Hollow has shown me my true self.” Andrea turned her attention back to me, shoving the stake into my heart. “And the Mikaelson’s must die.”

Shoving away from one another I held a hand over my heart trying to catch my breath. Running my fingers through my hair I was more confused and hurt then ever before. “What the heck is the Hollow? And that is…definitely Dahlia’s magic. Jacob, I…I’m sorry. You could have told me.”

“I wanted to but Hayley said you wouldn’t care because you were only worried about your kids.” He sniffs wiping tears with his sleeve.

“That’s bull crap, Jacob Lane. You’re my brother first and forever. I will always look out for you like my own kids.” Grasping his hands in mine we finally shared the same loving look. Hayley may not trust the Mikaelson’s but I want my twin to trust me with anything.

He nodded his head, croaking his voice when he spoke. “Of course I trust you, Rae. I just…I can’t believe Hayley doesn’t trust you and your family.”

“It’s difficult when you’re not close with them. But I will be here for you.” I smiled holding up my pinky for him to take. “Twins forever, right?”

He still respected the vow none the less looping his pinky with mine. “Twins forever.”

“Aren’t you two just the cutest set of siblings ever.” Whipping our heads around I gasped seeing Rebekah coming towards us up the stairs. Her hair was a mess and she was stumbling about but that’s not what caught my eye the most.

Trailing my gaze down to her wrist seeing that there was a red burned circle drawing there. “Bex, you’ve been Hexed?”

“Don't fret. I haven't gone full hellion yet. No more than usual.” She slowly walked over the direction closer where I could see the veins under her eyes appearing.

I gulped trying to remain calm grapising my brother's hand so he would be affected by the spell too. “Well, that's good. I wouldn't want to have to kick your ass before I got to hug you…..invisique.”

“Bloody hell.” Rebekah looked around vamping downstairs.

Undoing the spell Jaocb looked around seeing she was gone. “If she’s going to go crazy I have to get Andrea out of here now.”

Nodding my head I agreed with him. “Right. Where's Hayley?”

“Ahhh!” We heard her cry out downstairs. Tightly holding his hand I vamped us down seeing that Hayley was standing off against Rebekah.

She gasped, shifting her gaze to baby Andrea sitting on the table with flowers sucking her thumb. “Jacob, get her out of here!”

“Raah!” Rebekah charged forward, throwing her backwards.

Elijah vamped in between them when Hayley growled trying to control his sister. “Listen to me. Listen to me! Rebekah, look at me! Rebekah! Control yourself.”

Rebranded blinks her eyes a few times. “Dear brother, I have control.”

“Good.” He responded before she bonked heads with him breaking his neck.

Hayley was about to run at the blonde original girl.” Ha! Yaah!”

“Raelyn!” Jacob cried out.

I ran forward in front of my hybrid shielding her before Rebekah shoved her hand inside my chest holding my heart in her grasp. “Unh! Aah!”

Klaus hollers through the house only a minute before he was there holding her wrist before she killed me. “Rebekah! Not her.”

“Nik!” I gasped holding the wound over my heart.

Rebekah went for Cami when she appeared but he caught on quickly grabbing her other arm. “Not her either! Aah!” She elbowed him where he grunted throwing her body on the table by little Andrea who was just sitting there.

“Dear, sweet Cami. You're so afraid that you'll ruin her, you keep her behind glass like some breakable object. She's not precious. Nik, every woman that you and Elijah bring into our lives turns to poison.” She gasped fighting against both Elijah who had woken up and my husband on the table. “She'll grow toxic, too.”

“Jacob!” I called my twin, holding my hand out for him. “I can siphon her later. Now take my hand and repeat after me.”

He took my left in his right glancing at me then to his baby daughter still just sucking on her thumb. “What spell are we doing exactly?”

“Repeat after me like I said.” I snapped focusing,u gaze on the blonde girl. Nik released his grip with him and Elijah standing on either side of her. “Papilio lux.”

“Popilio lux..” Jacob and I began saying together watching Rebekah calming down with her eyes falling heavily.

Removing my hand from his I sighed. “That should do it.”

“Espirimus paratis.” Jaocb raised his hand snapping her neck knowing having magic from me. He glanced at everyone else in the room picking up Andrea holding her to his chest. “Just for good measure since she’ll wake up later.”

Walking up the stairs I rushed over to Freya who had Jackson the werewolf that is part of Hayley's pack standing over her before she stabbed her in the heart. "Freya, what happened?"

"She was trying to heal Rebekah." Jackson blurted out before she took a route from his hand. She mumbled over a burning red knife with the route getting to her feet with the blade.

The two of us headed after her where she took the knife cutting away the Hex out of Rebekah's wrist looking at us. "That should take care of it."

It was a few hours later I walked down the stairs wearing a light green Christmas tree colored dress and some short heels. Klaus noticed me while he stood by Jackson until he offered me his hand. "There's my girl. You look ravishing. Unfortunately, we're all out of Mason jar moonshine."

"Well, Nik, you are positively merry tonight. All that therapy must be paying off." We all turned our heads seeing Rebekah coming in from outside wearing a red dress. "And here comes our cutest presents of all."

"Auntie Bex!" Hope cheers running down the stairs first in a red dress matching hers.

Missy followed afterwards wearing a white dress with ordinments across it. "Merry Christmas, Bex!"

"Merry Christmas!" Alina grinned sliding down the stairs railing in a green dress that matched mine.

Rebekah hugged each of them and gave a kiss on their foreheads. Missy peaked around her seeing a pot paper and pencils set up around it. "What is that for?"

"Oh, no." My husband grumbled wrapping an arm around my waist holding me close.

His younger sister was hopeful. "Yes, I know it's not exactly a bonfire, but I improvised. Come on. It's tradition… it'll be the girls first one after all."

"Tradition?" Cami came over to us standing by Hayley and my brother.

Klaus turned his head toward her explaining it. "We write our wishes and then burn them for luck. Strangely, I don't recall wishing for an influx of enemies, and yet year after year…"

Elijah teases him while we all walked over and everyone wrote something down. "How odd. Forever on Santa's naughty list."

"I say let's give it a go. Hayley, Jackson, Jacob, Cami you join in too." I waved them over, lowering myself on a knee to be my daughter's level, smiling at the trio standing in a line with each other. "Okay girls, you remember the word right. Let her rip."

The three Mikaelson daughters took each other's hand, grinning brightly. "Incendia." Causing a fire to begin burning in the large pot in front of their eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Rae." Klaus wrapped his arms around me from behind kissing my cheek.

I intertwined my hands over his smiling looking up at his face. "Merry Christmas, Nik." Once we had put the girls to bed we went in search of Cami and found her standing on a balcony overlooking the view.

"You look…" Klaus begins saying seeing that the Christmas lights were making her brighter then she already was.

She sent him a warning. "Don't say tired. You've lived long enough to know you should never tell a woman she looks tired."

I chuckled following him when he walked towards her. "I was going to say contemplative ... .A penny for your thoughts."

"I was thinking about you and what Rebekah said. Is she right? Do you see me as this fragile thing that needs to be kept behind glass to protect me from Aurora…" She trailed off before she shifted her gaze to me. "Is that why you are trusting me with raising your children if something ever happened?"

"Don't. Please. When I think of all the ways she could have hurt you or Raelyn for that matter…" He begged her, feeling guilty that I was forced to almost kill one of my friends.

She reassured him, turning to face us both head on. "She didn't. Klaus, she didn't...Because of you. I've lost count of the amount of times you've been there for me and everyone you care about, but today, you saved someone who doesn't mean a thing to you. Why?"

"Because you wished it." He declares to her squeezing my hand in his.

Moving towards her I take my hands in hers smiling. "Cami, the reason we pick you to be the godmother to our daughters is because there is a light in you. Even after everything that has happened since the day we met you have remained innocent. So we can think of no one better to look after our girls.”

“Awe Raelyn.” She pulled me in for a hug and I squeezed her gently back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Cami.” I grinned back at her. “Just so you know you can stay here tonight if you want, we have the room.”

She shook her head at me squeezing my hand in hers heading and leaving the compound. “No thank you. But I’d like to sleep in my own bed tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Nik and I watched her go not knowing someone was lurking in her apartment waiting.

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Slightly relevant to my previous ask but also not, just remotely related to the concept of "The Banning of the Gremlin".

Suppose Cassie's dad is still in the picture. What if Cassie, surviving the elevator but believing the Mimic's last act (if we're going that route,) and pulling from a past ask where I humored the idea of the cameras in RUIN still having leftover footage of the day SB happened and Cassie salvaging them through the cam stations as well as footage of inside the elevator, she not only tells Roxy but also her dad what Gregory allegedly did?

Her dad, a faztech and likely a reliable Fazbear employee, certainly wouldn't be happy.

Can you imagine him taking all the evidence Cassie brought back up with her and going to Fazbear Entertainment itself to issue an official ban against Gregory, claiming he's a 'destructive child dangerous not only to other children but also to company property' (and all the salvaged footage would help support that claim.)

And I think a company-issued ban would be far wider than the one reinforced by Roxy alone; if the company accepted Cassie's dad's claim in this scenario, chances are Gregory would get completely blacklisted and banned off setting foot in the entire PizzaPlex property (and maybe even other company-owned properties,) and forbidden from approaching the property- which includes Freddy too.

If Vanessa is someone who got Gregory's back after SB, she probably would need to issue a counter claim to prevent or lift the company ban, but unless she has enough proof to present against all the hard evidence of the salvaged footage of Gregory destroying the glamrocks and voicing his betrayal to Cassie in the elevator that Cassie's dad included in his claim, I don't see a very effective counter claim. Either way I can see this putting Vanessa and Cassie's dad at odds with each other as well.

Okay so... Gonna be honest here and say that uhhh. I think including recordings of Gregory's voice dropping Cassie might not be the best thing. For one, Cassie's dad probably has way bigger beef with Fazbear over the murderous robot in the basement that lured his daughter to her almost death, than the kid that wrecked the animatronics. But mostly, that might put a target on his back?? This is a fully grown adult, a Faztech, who knows how the world works, showing up and telling Fazbear Ent that he knows about their killer robot, what it can do, what its done and what Fazbear did to sweep it under the rug, with a pretty good reason to take this to the police and more potently, the media.

I don't like to quote the books too much, but in the shitty Mimic story, one of the guys sent to the warehouse had previous experience with people dying horrible gruesome deaths at Fazbear. I think the intent was to imply that he was sent on this job with his friends as a way of getting rid of him (though I don't think Andrea did a very good job of that at all, this is just a guess) so um. Maybe not his best plan?? Maybe Cassie's dad does go missing, it just happens to be after he stormed into Fazbear HQ and demanded answers from them for what happened to his daughter... I can't see Fazbear taking too kindly to anyone having evidence on them ngl...

It might work without that though! I dunno if he'd risk it or not when Roxy can just bypass restrictions on the Pizzaplex and lock him out for good if she didn't find it more satisfying to mess with him though. Maybe he would! It'd be a hell of a move! I can see Roxy being overjoyed at that one! She'd take such joy in removing him from the Plex herself and waving goodbye to him from the lobby windows lmao

Ooooo hey maybe Roxy could send some of this footage to the higher ups to get Freddy into shit for allowing his fellow expensive animatronics to get damaged? Petty as hell! He's in trouble now! Fucking visits him while he's locked in his room, knocks on the window like "how's it feel Fazfuck?" she's so mean to him

On another note, what if Cassie's dad took Fazbear to court over all the evidence Cassie found with the help of the others and won? What if he's awarded the Pizzaplex and a shit ton of money as compensation? Could have been a settlement or whatever else, but what if he kicked their shit in and now has all the power to make the Plex not a death trap anymore? That could be fun... Absolute hell for him if he loses though...

#fnaf security breach #he who dares and all that #would be a hell of a play #there's no way he could go straight to Fazbear directly though... that'd be so fucking ballsy and likely to make him vanish #buddy needs an army of lawyers... #though... perhaps the Mimic's victim's families would be more than happy to help? #sue their asses!!! #....................... oh this is Meteors. I just remade Meteors. Fuck. #sdfhsdf #Glam Freddy: So what do you have in mind for me now? Should I carry on as normal? #Cassie's dad: Haha... no. I'm transferring you to a different location. #Prototype Freddy: And what about me? What will you do with me now? #Cassie's dad: You can do whatever you wanna do man. You're part of the team! #Glam Freddy: :( #OH the new location for him could just be the Fazplex Towers that are connected to the Pizzaplex via staff tunnels apparently #fucker got added to the Bobbiedots team and stands out just a little bit lmao #nah he could told he can do whatever so long as he stays the fuck away from his daughter #and Freddy just winds up becoming Vanessa's weird Bobbiedot #Freddy: I shall assist you with your household tasks! /doesn't know what a microwave is/ #I bet that goes fantastically well! #amazingly even! #lmao sfdsfdss anyway #I gotta snooze this is just some spitballing #bye!! #pop rox answers

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Kitchen Nightmares - Part II

I did a post a while back about how Carol has been relegated to the kitchen for a lot of Season 11.  And it got me thinking about how TWD showrunners tackled kitchen scenes/domestic duties.

To be clear, kitchen/laundry scenes are fine – provided that the writers are thinking carefully about why a certain scene has to take place in a kitchen or why it’s important to show domestic chores on screen. If you’re just putting your female characters into the kitchen because you’re not sure what to do with them, that’s where we have a problem.

With this in mind, I’m going to do a quick run through of some notable scenes with each showrunner.  

Quick disclaimers: (1) This list isn’t exhaustive. (2) Most (but not all) of these scenes are Carol focused for obvious reasons. (3) All of this is just like, my opinion, man.  

Darabont Era – Season 1

Two scenes stand out to me and they’re both in Tell it to the Frogs.

1.      Our first Carol/Rick interaction comprises of Carol doing Rick’s laundry.

2.      Carol, Andrea, Amy, and Jacqui wash clothes together at the quarry.

Both scenes get a thumbs up from me because they end up subverting expectations.  There’s actually a lot going on when you stop and think about it.

Carol might look unassuming as she irons Rick’s laundry but looks can be deceiving.  We’re seeing code-switching in action as she consciously self-presents as a harmless housewife rather than as a woman who would swipe a grenade from your clothes.  

The sexist division of labor is highlighted in the clothes washing scene.  But the thing that really elevates the scene for me is Carol’s cheeky admission about missing her vibrator.  It’s the first obvious indication that there’s more to Carol than meets the eye.

I’m not claiming Darabont as a feminist icon, but I think he employed his domestic duty scenes carefully.  I feel like there’s always something deeper going on and they provide insight into characters like Carol.

Mazzara Era – Seasons 2 & 3

I liked Mazzara, but I don’t think he did anything particularly interesting with Carol’s kitchen scenes in Season 2.  We see Carol serving Daryl food and Carol proposes cooking a big meal for everyone in the Greene family kitchen.  Just felt a little surface level to me.

So, not so good on the Carol front BUT I loved the exchange between Lori and Andrea in the Greene family kitchen.

Andrea: I contribute.  I help keep this place safe.

Lori: The men can handle this on their own.  They don’t need your help.

Andrea: I’m sorry – what would you have me do?  

Lori: Oh, there’s plenty of work to go round.

Andrea: Are you serious?  Everything falls apart, you’re in my face over skipping laundry?

Lori: Puts the burden on the rest of us.  On me and Carol and Patricia and Maggie.  Cooking and cleaning and caring for Beth – you . . . You don’t care about anyone but yourself, you said it up there on that RV, working on a tan with a shotgun in your lap.

Andrea: I am on watch against walkers - that’s what matters.  Not fresh mint leaves in the lemonade!

Lori: We are providing stability.  We’re trying to create a life worth living.

I really like this exchange.  On the one hand, Lori is enforcing traditionally feminine roles, but on the on the other hand, Andrea is devaluing the work of the other women – she wants to be one of the boys.  Is Lori being regressive or is she looking for solidarity from Andrea?  Does fresh mint in the lemonade matter – should you make the most of these things before it’s too late?  How should the division of labor be settled?  There aren’t any answers to be had in Season 2, but the main thing is that these tensions are addressed.  

Gender boundaries are being drawn and redrawn in the brave new world.  It’s not lost on any of the characters that women risk slipping back into regressive roles in the apocalypse.  

Gimple Era – Seasons 4-8

I’ve talked about Gimple’s approach to kitchen scenes before, so I’ll just keep this to a few lowlights/highlights.

30 Days Without an Accident

Carol’s already a badass by the time Season 4 rolls around – she was established as an excellent shot and a survivor against the odds in Season 3.  So, before watching the Season 4 premiere, you might have expected to see Carol taking out walkers or practicing her surgical skills in the opening minutes of Season 4.

But the first time we see her in Season 4 . . .

She’s cooking.

Feels like a giant step backwards, doesn’t it?

Don’t get me wrong, I like the exchange between Daryl and Carol, but this conversation didn’t have to take place with Carol serving Daryl food.  Patrick could have been serving.  Carol and Daryl could have had the “I liked you first” exchange while they both wait in line for their food.

The Grove

The Grove is rightly hailed as one of the best episodes . . . but the kitchen scenes don’t really do anything for me.

Maybe I’d feel differently if the writers had done more to explore Carol’s relationship with her grandma in the kitchen scene.

The Birth of Kitchen!Carol! (Seasons 5-8)

I don’t have the heart to go through all of Carol’s kitchen scenes from Seasons 5-8, but we all know that she was in the kitchen an awful lot.

And I know it’s meant to be about Carol being in deep cover and how she’s secretly playing all the Alexandrians.  IDK, it felt like it got to a point where it wasn’t being done ironically anymore.  They just put Carol in the kitchen because they didn’t know what else to do with her – they’d rather relegate her to the kitchen and focus on the very important manly men instead.

Like the whole beetroot cookie thing was meant to show how she’s resourceful and innovative and caring . . . But is this really the best way to showcase these qualities?  Do you think the writers would do this for any of the male characters?

And I feel as if someone like Mazzara could have teased out the complexities of post-apocalyptic food culture.  E.g., the conversation between Olivia and Carol about the boar leg could have been great.  Olivia asks if Carol can bring back a boar leg so that she can make prosciutto and Carol makes a face.  It’s clear by the way that this scene is set up that we’re meant to side with Carol – we’re supposed to see Olivia as unbearably cosseted and out of touch.  Is she though?  You’d think that salting and curing meats would be a smart thing to do and that Olivia’s knowledge would be really useful in a world where refrigeration capacity is severely restricted.  We could have had another interesting “mint leaves in the lemonade” style discussion.

Anyway, I’m not saying that all the kitchen scenes should have gone on the chopping block.  There are bright spots – take New Best Friends.  It’s an emotionally charged moment between Carol and Daryl that ties into all the little and large ways that they take care of each other. Carol might not be able to do what Daryl needs right now, but she can still provide for him.  Daryl might not be able to stay with Carol right now, but he’ll take a break from his hellbent mission to spend quality time with her.

Kang Era 9-10

I’ve already talked about Kang’s approach to kitchen scenes, so I’ll keep it brief!  Kang’s kitchen scenes are emotionally driven, and they never feel like just a kitchen scene.  Like with Darabont, there’s always something deeper going on with these scenes.  And we’ve had a few instances of Daryl cooking for Carol which was refreshing.

If you can’t stand the heat

Personal ranking for the best use of kitchen scenes/domestic duty scenes are as followed:

1.      Kang

2.      Darabont

3.      Mazzara

4.      Gimple

It goes without saying that the more women you have in your creative team, the more likely it is that sexist assumptions will be questioned.  As the TWDU expands, the writing team should be more diverse than ever, not more homogenous than ever before.

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Rewatching The Originals just confirms to me that KOL MIKAELSON DESERVED BETTER. He was treated like shit his whole life by his family. Is he a good person? No. Just like the rest of them he’s done horrible, unforgivable things but what has he not done? Dagger his siblings! Something both Elijah and Klaus did.

It’s pretty much spelled out that part of Kol’s chaos and destructive nature was influenced by the loss of his magic. Do we think any of the siblings had thought about that? You would think being a witch as a child he’d be more inclined to support Esther but he says she favoured Finn.

I think I hate Elijah the most. Klaus at least has the excuse that his behaviour is being enabled by Elijah and Rebekah. We get it, Klaus was abused and that’s awful, but it’s been over 900 years. His claim of being the black sheep? It seems like Mikael was the only one who had issues with him. And since they were turned he’s always had Elijah and Rebekah’s support despite his horrid treatment of them. And then when they (usually Rebekah) air their grievances/do bad things back he’s shocked as if he’s done nothing wrong.

I wish we had actually seen the original family be a family rather than it be the Klaus ‘redemption show’. The flashbacks to show how evil Kol is just made me sad. Especially the one with Marcel. So Klaus gets jealous Elijah is bonding with Marcel, and in his childish jealousy undaggers Kol with the intent to cause chaos. He encourages Kol and participates and puts on a show of disdain towards Marcel. When Kol does ultimately, be Kol, Klaus helps Elijah dagger him.

What Kol did was wrong but it’s just another example in a long line of Klaus being put before everyone else. Why does Klaus get endless chances? Why does Elijah put up with it? Of course Kol would be angry with them! They only care about him when he’s doing something they want him to. Klaus was not the only one traumatised by Mikael and Esther (neither was Kol) and it’s so tiring of the show acting like it.

I absolutely hated when Rebekah ratted out Kol for trying to get the diamond back. It’s for insurance! You would think Rebekah of all people would understand the desire for a bit of leverage! And she smiles as they dagger him. In what world do they think that repeatedly daggering your brother will get him to stand by you?

All in all, the original ‘family’ treated Kol like shit from the moment the became vampires. And the show (plus TVD) treated him like shit too. I’m happy he loved and got his happy ending (despite not liking Kolvina).

This show could have been something special if it had been about The Originals properly. Their life before turning, maybe getting the audience attached to Henrik making it more tragic knowing what happens, and everything from there. They’ve lived almost 1000 years, that’s plenty of material to work with. Instead they went with the magical baby with the most predictable name thing. [Side note: why not name her Andrea or Freya?] I get that her name is supposed to be sweet and she’s their hope yada yada but really…Hope?

The acting is great though. Daniel Sharman made a great Kol, and Joseph Morgan and Daniel Gillies play their characters so well I can’t imagine anyone else could do them justice. Like I generally believe Elijah was made for Gillies.

Ahh nothing like a good vent. And that’s that. Will not be engaging in anything related to Originals for at least a few months. Probably. Fixations are a pain in the ass. I wish I could just stick to one thing and not go back and forth after months, or just be done with something when I’ve seen it once.

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[ henry zaga, 29, rigoberto andreas ] the newest test subject is strapped in and ready for launch. rigoberto andreas is landing on the lunar base in t-minus 24 hours. they have gained access to the colony by promising employment upon landing. initial reports suggest the subject will bring innovation and maintenance to the colony due to their previous occupation as an electronics engineer. please note, this subject chose to be on this mission because he believes in the project and now that he knows his family is safe in other colonies, this is what he can do to best help them. data shows the test subject is meticulous, inquisitive, and reliable but their success might be hindered by being abrasive, introverted, and fixated. do we have confirmation for launch?

CHARACTER BIO

Rigoberto Andreas was born to a loving family who understood and supported him. Even since he was young, his parents believed in his claims of going to the moon. To them, it was just cultivating his imagination, but for Robbie it was a mission. 

Robbie was a bright kid who was extremely dedicated to his interests. Rigoberto immersed himself into everything he could that revolved around his several hobbies, even if he had dropped many of them after a period of time. However, with space, he did everything in his power to chase that dream. The kid studied relentlessly in school after figuring out a path for himself from a young age and followed it meticulously until he got into his ideal school. After he received his bachelor's, he pursued his master's, and his doctorate soon after until he was working on a project meant to save Earth.

At first, he did not want to go. With the state that Earth was in, he did not want to leave his family behind, but after securing spots that would assure their safety, he decided to go up to space. The only problem is that he would not be in the same one as them.

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WITHOUT A CRYSTAL BALL'S REPORTING ON THE SISTER WIVES 🤨

HEY EVERYONE!

I just wanted to introduce a Youtube and Facebook Creator named Without A Crystal Ball, or Katie Joy. She claims to be a victims advocate...definately not! She does the most, I mean the most! She claims to be a reporter who reports on Cults and Christianity, yet she's an Athiest. She has been sued atleast 8 times by several people including, but not limited to: Todd Chrisley, 7M productions, Jilly Juice, Tati and James Westbrook, and more...all for the same reason...DEFAMATION! 😬

If you're a male, don't worry, she will find anyway possible to turn you into an ab*ser, ch*ild Pedo, etc. If you're a pastor, look out. If she sets her eyes on you, you will soon be accused of human Trafficking, Waterboarding, tax fraud, and she'll do anything she can possibly do to ruin your life.

She has targeted TLC shows such as the 18 Kids and Counting and the Sister wives. She accused Robin from the Sister Wives of having Herpes, and spreading it to all of the other sister wives, and Kody Brown. She will doxx you, and dig up every inch of your life to expose you with. She is the antichrist, and I am not even joking!

Recently, she had covered a story about a Facebook Beauty Influencer named Andrea McCray. During her coverage, she caused the most detrimental damage to this woman's life that you could even imagine possible. Andrea Mccray's husband Marvon McCray had made an attempt on his life on May 23, 2022, and he is currently in a Coma.

She stated as fact to her 200k+ audience that Andrea had "Murdered her Husband." The whole internet went after this woman in return. That's not all she did. She had evidence sent to the Yuma Police Department to implicate Dre for murder, so that the Police would reopen the investigation. She had evidence sent to the border to have Dre arrested, and had evidence sent to CPS to have the woman's children removed. She accused Dre of having MBP, and of being a psychotic narcissist. At that time, Katie was assisting Marvon's biological family who were In desperate need of visitation rights to see their son who is still in the Coma.

Eventually, the family decided they wanted to cut ties with her, so she and some other creators framed his biological mother with an 8 month fraud scheme. It was absolutely horrible!

Recently, the new Duggar documentary "Shiny Happy People" just released. She was going to join in on the docuseries, but they decided to boot her (Thank God), because they were told she was a liar. Since that moment, she has gone above and beyond to have Amazon taken down, and the documentary struck as well. She has said the most aweful things about the Duggar Girls, the parents, friends of the family, the production team you name it. Her goal is to start a riot, and take this docuseries down with all she's got. It's amazing that this woman still has a standing platform at this point!

Just thought I'd share my thoughts on this! Tell me yours in the comments.

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I got forced to the wall by some driver says Tsunoda after clash with team mate | RaceFans Round-up

In the round-up: AlphaTauri driver Yuki Tsunoda said he was unaware how serious the damage to his front wing was after his first-lap contact with his team mate. In brief Tsunoda retired from the sprint race after suffering damage on the opening lap. He hit the wall hard at turn 13 but had already sustained damage to his front wing at turn three after a clash with Nyck de Vries, his team mate. “De Vries hit me,” Tsunoda report on his radio after the contact. He told his team he needed to pit, then added, “what is he doing, honestly?” He then understeered into the wall. “I just didn’t recognise fully that the front wing is really damaged and as soon as I entered, I just had no grip at all from the fronts,” Tsunoda said after the race. “I got forced to the wall from some driver and had contact with a driver and lost the front wing there. Asked to identify who he believes was responsible for pushing him into the wall, Tsunoda replied: “I can’t say here.” McLaren hopeful ill Piastri will recover McLaren are hopeful Oscar Piastri will be in better shape for today’s race. The rookie driver is suffering with an illness this weekend. “I think he’s going to be okay for tomorrow,” said team principal Andrea Stella after the sprint race. “But today, yesterday, the day before, it’s been a little bit of a struggle. So he’s actually doing very well, I would say. “In terms of driving you wouldn’t be able to say from outside that the driver is actually not feeling very well. And also Oscar is impressive also in the way he deals with that, because he doesn’t want to show it even to us. He keeps his calm, keeps his bearing. “We know that he’s struggling, so he’s doing well. But we are positive that for tomorrow he should be in a better situation.” No need for late red flag after F2 crash – Bearman Oliver Bearman believes the FIA were right to not show a red flag in the Formula 2 sprint race which finished under a Safety Car in Azerbaijan. At the lap 18 Safety Car restart, six drivers retired from the race in collisions including race leaders Dennis Hauger and Victor Martins. The Safety Car was deployed in response and the race finished after 21 laps with the field still neutralised. Bearman agreed with the decision not to red flag and restart the race, which F1 did following a late incident in the Australian Grand prix at the beginning of the month. “Of course it was quite a big crash but I didn’t see the extent of it,” Bearman said in response to a question from RaceFans. “I was just trying to avoid it. “When I looked on the replay screens it looked quite severe, but clearly the drivers got out just fine and there was no need for a red flag.” Garcia takes two wins as F1 Academy begins Marta Garcia won the first F1 Academy race and added another victory in race three to lead the championship after the first round at the Red Bull Ring. Garcia had inherited pole from Abbi Pulling, who was disqualified from qualifying with her Carlin team mates after a technical infringement, and lead from pole in the opening race to become the championship’s first race winner. Amna Al Qubaisi started from reversed-grid pole for race two and converted that into victory. Garcia then held off Hamda Al Qubaisi in race three to secure her second win of the day and take an early 22-point lead in the championship. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Happy birthday! Happy birthday to Ccolanto, Mike Weilding, Oliver and Jake Kilshaw! On this day in motorsport 40 years ago today Rene Arnoux put Ferrari on pole position at Imola. Team mate Patrick Tambay fell short of making it a one-two for the home team by just three-thousandths of a second, Nelson Piquet claiming second Newsletter Don’t miss any of our RaceFans’ motorsport coverage! Get a daily update in your inbox – sign up for the free RaceFans email Newsletter here: via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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💘my enstars ocs (part 5): andrea mari! 💘

i'm finally making a profile for him. FINALLY, ALL BOYS ARE HERE. again, i have no idea what i'm going to do with them, i'm not really into enstars anymore, but we'll see.

(warnings: mentions of unhealthy relationships, cheating and there is also one mention of dating someone with an age gap)

name: andrea mari (アンドレア- ・マリ)

age: 19 y/o

school: yumenosaki academy

class: graduated

club: back when he was a student, he was a member of the light music club.

circles: asobi club, bb

height: 182 cm

date of birth: 19.11

zodiac sign: scorpio

hair color: blossom

eye color: dark green or, to be more exact, "bitter" green

roommates: kaede ariyoshi, ruan yu

handedness: right-handed

blood type: B

likes: sugary drinks, wearing a lot of accessories

dislikes: being ignored, small spaces

favorite food: white chocolate

family: father, mother, little brother

hobby: playing guitar, card games

specialty: nail art

image color: #FF95C8

unit: band♡aid

agency: new dimension

personality: andrea is a very talkative, extroverted and fun person. he feels like he has to take care of those who are younger than him, since he has already graduated from yumenosaki, so he wants to guide those students and he's always there to give them some advice.. even though it's usually not that good. he claims that he wants to become a more responsible person, but to be honest, he's not even trying. he almost never shows up for practice and when asked why, it's usually because he was on a date with someone. who exactly?.. oh, andrea doesn't really have a partner, actually. he changes them like every week or two and he doesn't understand why people think he should find "the right one" already. whenever he's hanging out with others, he ends up getting distracted and other members can already see him flirting with a random person he just met. he was told many times that acting like this can ruin his reputation, but he doesn't seem to care, in fact, he thinks that his behavior will make his reputation better. why? well, fans like to feel like their idol really is in love with them, right? why shouldn't he try and make their dream come true? he wants his fans to feel like he actually cares about them, so of course, he will even try and flirt with them during events! he also doesn't like the way yu avoids his fans and he thinks yu should start interacting with them more. he doesn't want to ruin their reputation, right? kaede is not sure why andrea's personality is.. like this, maybe andrea just wants more attention or he really thinks that it's the only way to make his fans like him?

backstory: andrea was an idol in the past, just like most unit members, and he was quite popular thanks to his appearance. people didn't really care about his voice, dancing skills, all of that, they just thought he looks cute and that's why they liked him. andrea didn't mind at all though, he was just glad to be popular. but then, something happened. a girl who was very popular on social media fell in love with andrea. she refused to leave him alone and she told him that if he agrees to date her, she will make sure their relationship stays secret and he won't have to worry about anything and she will help his unit with their reputation, for example, she will mention their songs in her posts, go to their concerts and take pictures there, etc. andrea, being an innocent boy who thought "sure, what can go wrong", said yes and they started going out. andrea really managed to make their group even more popular thanks to his relationship with that girl, but he never said anything to other members.. and then he met another fan of his who also was very famous and she promised him that she will also help with his group's reputation for the exact same price: he has to date her. and sure, he said yes again! he just has to be very careful so that the first girl won't find out and everything will be fine!.. but she did find out. and she wasn't happy about it. she started saying all kinds of bad things about their group online and she encouraged her fans to stop supporting them and his group lost their popularity so quickly, all members were shocked. andrea hoped that the other girl will take care of everything, but then she simply lost interest in him and she fell in love with someone else. so yeah, this guy became obsessed with fixing his unit's reputation and he would do anything to achieve that goal.. so when he met one of his most loyal fans in person and she confessed her feelings for him, he immediately agreed to date her if she promised to keep supporting their group. and then he met another fan like that. and they had the exact same conversation. and another fan. and another. and another. his group became one of the most popular idol groups at the moment, but at what cost? andrea really thought that becoming so popular and helping other members will make him happier, but why.. why does he feel so empty? no, that's not the right word. it's like.. he started to hate himself. he's so disgusting and him doing all of that "for a good cause" doesn't make him a better person. it doesn't help that people started suspecting him of secretly dating his fans and he already had to deal with some scandals. oh well, he doesn't have to worry about that, he's already dating a person who won't let anyone learn the truth. it's fine, he can do it, it's all for the sake of his group. it's fine.. ah, their producer's daughter fell in love with him too? haha, oh well, looks like he just got a new girlfriend- what do you mean, she had a suspicion that he's going out with his fans and she made him believe she's in love with him so that she can expose him and tell her dad about it?.. andrea had to leave the group after that incident.

trivia:

andrea had to dye his hair after leaving the group so that people won't recognize him that easily and his natural hair color is actually lavender.

andrea is willing to do the same thing he did for his first group if band♡aid won't become popular enough. kaede will make sure andrea doesn't have to do it ever again.

andrea was born in japan and he knows japanese better than all the exchange students from band♡aid. he also knows italian, english and spanish.

if he had to choose his favorite idol unit, it would most likely be crazy:b or eden.

he actually has an unrequited crush on yu.. and he doesn't know that it's unrequited.

andrea likes to brag about him having ex-girlfriends who were older than him and he's not lying. he never mentions their exact age though.

he also claims that what happened to him wasn't traumatizing at all and he even enjoyed it and he would do it again, but kaede can notice andrea's eyes becoming more empty every time he mentions his exes. andrea also can't remember the exact number of his exes.

he has not the best relationship with his younger brother, andrea basically was his idol until all of that happened and when his brother found out, andrea lost his respect and the boy even started saying he's gross and avoiding him.

he's actually pretty good at cooking and he likes to make fries for kaede when the younger boy is feeling sad.

corin and elias also asked him what he thinks about pineapple on pizza, because, you know, he's italian. andrea just pretended that he has to answer a call and left. when kaede asked him why he did it, andrea just said that he likes to watch corin and elias fight because of that topic.

his singing voice can either be very soft and high-pitched or very strong and powerful, so he can easily sing a lot of different parts and try a lot of different singing styles.

kaede thought he was a girl when he first met him because of his appearance and also because he thought his name sounds a little feminine.

#this boy.. 😔 i like to make jokes about him but tbh his backstory is VERY sad #CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HIM FIGHTING WITH ALKAIA THOUGH #anyway here they are.. all of my five sons.. they're ready to cause chaos #story time with lina

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Hello my awesome friend! How and why did Lee kill his other whumpees, plus what did he do with the bodies after?

Hey there my good good buddy! 🤠💖

Jian never really finds out about the whole extent of Richard's crimes until a long time after, so!! Let's have some of that <3

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contents: alcohol angst, chronic pain, ableism, ptsd, flashbacks, survivor's guilt, grief (publicized), imagined gore, discussion of murder, discussion of noncon, discussion of suicide, serial killers

He's free he's free our boy is free!! Never has to see Richard Lee's face or think about him ever again <33

taglist!!! @yet-another-heathen @much-ado-about-whumping @minerscanary

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Flat on the floor. Relaxed hips, soft back. Jian shut his eyes and took another measured breath. Pretended his aching knees didn’t even exist.

The movie the girls had put on was still running quietly above his head, credits whizzing upside down on a minimized screen while the autoplay counted down, threatening to start some new hokey true crime special next. Chela wandered off again, miming a deadly fall and pretending to spill popcorn kernels onto Jian’s head as she stepped over him on her way to the kitchen. Jian played along, covering his eyes and wailing dramatically, but through the exceptional pain he was attempting to breathe through tonight, his acting felt lackluster. Andrea giggled drowsily from the couch and got up to follow Chela, drained cups in hand.

“Me too,” Jian said, passing his mostly empty glass up to her as she stepped around him. She gave him a royal bow and daintily added his cup to her small collection of dirty dishes as if accepting jewels from a floor-bound prince.

A virgin white Russian, Chela had said, proudly displaying her offering earlier that night.

A glass of milk, Jian had responded flatly.

There’s coffee syrup! And cinnamon, too. Call it an horchata.

It had been a long fucking day, and Jian tried not to feel irritated at the lack of alcohol in the girls’ apartment. It was for the best. It was his own choice, too. He knew he didn’t need it. He knew he shouldn’t have it around. And he didn’t need to get angry about that. He already felt a little guilty for his lukewarm reception of the drink, on top of the way he’d arrived home from work that evening: dead-faced and abrasive and wanting nothing more than to shut himself in his room and lay facedown on the bed until he felt able to function again. But he knew that would’ve constituted a coma, and he really did want to spend time with the girls like they’d planned, so he changed out of his uniform and claimed his spot on the floor, spanning most of the square footage as concession for being present at all.

Jian glanced at the TV above his head. The true crime show was about to start, and the girls were still chatting in the kitchen.

None of them were fans of the genre, especially not this show in particular. Just reading the upside-down title gave Jian flashes of supernova interview lights and camera lenses like black holes, funneling every detail of the worst years of his life straight to hundreds or thousands or maybe even millions of ravenous audiences starving for an inside look at terror and devastation, just to remind themselves how lucky they’d been. One tiny taste of financial stability was nothing compared to the nightmare of being so intimately known by anyone with an internet connection. The studio had tried to contact him again for a follow-up interview a few weeks earlier, and Jian had blocked their email address without a second thought. It was one request among dozens, and the money really wasn’t fucking worth it, even stacked against the fourth shitty restaurant job he was on right now. The one sending him to the living room floor after every shift to manually straighten out his aching hips. The one without an elevator to the employee locker rooms in the basement or the ability to accommodate working from a wheelchair on the days he needed to. One of the managers had recently been getting up in arms about all the “sick” days Jian had been taking, “sick” in the most infuriatingly patronizing of air quotes.

Hot steam clouded his brain and sprung up beads of condensation behind his eyes as Jian lay bound to the floor, replaying the lecture he’d received that day. Something about how if he wasn’t willing to put in the effort, he could start looking for a new job. Again. Jian mostly remembered the detailed fantasies he’d retreated into during that meeting, images of his manager’s perfectly healthy knees and hips reduced to mangled pulps beneath a bloodied metal bat in Jian’s hands.

He blinked the memory away, trying to relax the angry tension in his muscles again and shift his focus back to pressing his sore joints against the floorboards. In the time he’d been tumbling around in his bitter thoughts, Jian had let the TV’s autoplay run. He could reach the remote, theoretically. But he wasn’t wearing his leg, and the trip to the couch where the remote sat would’ve entailed a bunch of rolling and wriggling, and the noise wasn’t really that distracting anyway. Even if the overdramatic, campy horror screech of the show’s title card set his already simmering blood to a boil.

“I don’t… I don’t know where I am. I don’t know the address.”

Ice water surged through Jian’s veins.

“His name is Richard Lee.”

Jian’s head was deep underwater. His view of the girls’ apartment ceiling was overtaken by a misty red foyer, the memory sandblasted by sheer panic and grief and release and so much blood. Jian felt Richard Lee’s phone in his hand, sticky and cold against his cheek. He felt his left heel fighting against all of his weight, slicking across the floor as he tried to scoot himself further back into the corner.

The show had moved on already, cutting Jian’s 911 call short with a new narrator reading a grim script, but Jian still felt the echoes of his own terrified voice in his throat as it had buzzed from the TV speakers.

“I threw… I threw the gun. It’s over by his… his… I don’t have it. Please, please tell them not to hurt me.”

Of course he hadn’t watched his episode. He’d nearly bailed halfway through the fucking interview. Jian broke from his paralysis to bolt up and twist backwards, reaching for the power button on the TV itself before the narrator could go too far into detail about a lonely house in the Appalachian Mountains.

Jian was met with an image of his own face: a shy, amusedly smirking candid photo that Chela had taken of him a few months before his disappearance, a shoulder and a lock of hair left over from where King-- from where Ira had been cropped out. Jian’s younger self gave him a knowing, lopsided smile, totally innocent and yet already so tragically weathered.

People want drama. We’re going for deep and personal, the show’s director had said to him when Jian expressed doubts about the way they were planning on framing his captivity with Richard Lee. Namely, referring to his experience as “sexual abuse” and not “rape.”

Yeah, but it implies a relationship.

Isn’t that what you’d call it, Jian?

Jian froze with his hand on the power button. This wasn’t his episode. His had premiered months ago.

In the last few weeks he’d seen an updraft of requests for interviews. He’d barely noticed, deleting and ignoring every offer as usual, with special spite for the studio that had asked for a follow-up.

A fucking follow-up.

Information gushed from the screen, and Jian sat strapped to a rock outcropping in front of the looming tsunami, his bindings too tight to do anything but accept what was coming his way. A wash of words and images broke past his catatonic barrier, and he was sitting by a small, eccentrically organized garden in North Carolina. In the sun. Dickass Lee on his knees in the dirt. Tending to his plants and gently teasing Jian, telling him he could still help pull weeds while sitting on his butt.

Jian had reluctantly acquiesced, lazily picking out stringy roots from around the blackberry bush, its thorns catching him in the arms like desperate hands clawing for air.

The TV showed a crime scene photo from Jian’s rescue and the subsequent investigation from 2021. Richard Lee’s backyard, the shed taped off and undergoing a thorough search while the garden was left undisturbed. Then another photo, from what must have been a second investigation of the house, long after Jian had been set loose from anything regarding the case.

More. They found more.

A senior photo of a college aged boy. Indiana University. White sweatshirt, red lettering. Jian could still feel the fabric against his skin. The boy had been stabbed through the neck and buried beneath the daisies and the thick carrots which suddenly sat heavily in Jian’s stomach, years down the line and hundreds of miles away from the newly excavated garden.

A photo of a bearded young man with a charming smile, surrounded by four younger sisters and his parents, his proud mother wearing a sky blue hijab. His body was found beneath the marigolds and the young blackberry bush that had only just started to produce fruit during Jian’s second summer. The bones had been broken and healed and broken again, a years-long history of outright torture that culminated in a fatal gunshot, blackberry juice splattering on Jian’s forearms.

Jian was at the little kitchen table, watching Dickass Lee chop jalapeños for their dinner. Jian’s hand still ached from the trial-and-error mistake that had since ushered him a reasonable distance away from all knives.

A short young woman with a bright green mullet and a manic look on her face, grinning into the flash of a camera, the 1990’s evident in the background of her photo. Beaten until almost unidentifiable and buried beneath the jalapeños and snapdragons, her skull crushed inward, cradling their roots.

A curly haired nurse, young and athletic, posing in the sun and shading his smiling face with one hand. He hadn’t been the earliest victim, but the time between his disappearance and his death spanned the longest of any of them. He’d been with Richard Lee, alive, during the green haired woman’s entire captivity. His non-fatal injuries were all years apart and relatively well healed, and he lay intentionally posed, almost respectfully, in his grave beneath the sunflower patch and the strawberry bush, where he’d bled to death without a struggle.

Jian’s vision plunged to a deep red, and shimmering glass shards rained around him as he sat on the floor of that tiny bathroom in the dark. He felt Dickass Lee’s warm body against his back, the man’s arms wrapped around him and working on a frantic check of all the vulnerable areas of Jian’s fragile skin. One bloodied shard in the piles of ashy glass and one long cut in Jian’s forearm were both shining red, drawing from the lighted pixels of the few berries left on that uprooted bush on screen.

Jian had eaten those strawberries. He’d eaten the carrots, tracked honeybees as they bounced from snapdragon to marigold and back again, spent days in the sunlight watching the satisfaction and pride in Richard Lee’s demeanor as the man worked in that garden. Those sunny hours might’ve been the most at peace Jian had felt during his captivity.

“Jian? What’s--”

He’d been lounging in the grass at the site of his own grave.

“Oh my god.”

At peace.

The screen glowed a soft wash of blue as delicately embroidered fabric replaced scans of coroner’s reports and illustrations of postmortem findings. The bearded man’s mother sat in front of interview lights and smoothed down the edges of her hijab. Worn out and freshly grieving and so much older now than in the photo with her missing son, she looked directly out at Jian with a sense like she could actually see him there on the floor. Her eyes held deeply rooted sympathy and an undeniable, unbreakable connection with Jian that he desperately didn’t want to face his craving for.

The TV went dark in front of Jian’s stinging eyes, the woman’s expression of selfless heartache still flashing in his mind along with the hammering of his pulse.

In the sudden silence, every thought in Jian’s head dropped away and he felt his exhaustion hit a peak. Chela’s voice slowly drifted in from somewhere, but her words had no shape.

“There were…” Jian mumbled, halfway incoherent. Grass was still sprouting up between the floorboards, tangling in his fists and leaving green stains beneath his fingernails as he tried to dig his way out, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of the southern sun on his scalp. “There were more. They were-- they-- In the garden.” His chest constricted with the effort of speaking. A forced, gasping cough ejected a handful of soil from his lungs, but Chela’s hands on his shoulders packed his chest cavity full with even more, irreversibly imbuing him with the stench of the home grown fertilizer he was meant to be. He grabbed her arms, still blind and unable to hear anything beyond the dry crackle in his voice, scrabbling for proof that she was really there with him. “They were in the garden. I was-- They found-- Chela, they found more--”

Jian’s face was suddenly buried in warmth, the sun beating down over his own layer of topsoil and flowers.

“I’m sorry, Jian.” Chela drew him closer to her chest, bundling his trembling form in her heavy arms and squeezing. Her voice shook, her heartbeat frantic against Jian’s forehead, and she ran a hand through his hair as his babbling devolved into breathless sobs. “I’m so, so sorry.”

#whump #eric #jian #sin squad #chela #andrea #recovery whump #captivity whump #whump aftermath #oc whump #whump writing #emotional whump #escaped whumpee #rescued whumpee #Sorry it took me so long to get to this lmao ;-; I've been Quite a busy lad #a very happy Busy Lad #but i love your questions ❤ ♥ 💕 thank you #I've been thinking about how to give a good answer to this since the Very Day you sent it 😆

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THE LOTUS FESTIVAL: CONCLUSION

"attention, everyone!" the lion councilor kahuzoa announces from the top of the staircase, voice loud and booming, managing to fill the entire ballroom despite its massive size. the music stops immediately, and the bustle below them calms to murmurs. those closest to the staircase look up, giving deyuis's leaders their attention as requested.

"thank you for coming today," kahuzoa continues, proud, albeit close-lipped, smile on his face. "250 years ago today, we all came together to create lotus campus. as you can see, it's stood strong and grown immeasurably since then. it's quite impressive," he chuckles. "of course, this is worthy of celebration! we're glad you could enjoy the festivities."

thegrorthius speaks next: "it certainly is worth celebrating, but it is also worth remembering. many lives were lost in the conflicts before the lotus campus's inception, and we should be grateful for their sacrifices, which served as great inspiration to work together to create noyillai. without these wars and loss of life, there would be no need for the neutral zone, and so something beautiful arose from the violence. may our ancestors look upon us proudly for this accomplishment." he bows his head politely; thoughtfully, and the other leaders are all quiet for a moment. thegrorthius, as old as he is, is inarguably respected by the others, his words always considered carefully, and often heeded.

before long, it is andreas to speak up. "for the first time in centuries, deyuis is at peace. there is no longer any war." he pauses, and it's laurelia that gets the hint and claps enthusiastically. some in the audience follow suit, while others don't. "i am very grateful--"

there's a near deafening shatter, and suddenly, a monster flings itself through the now broken window closest to andreas. it's a grotesque thing: it hovers above the ground, tentacles flowing from behind it, attached to a massive eye.

misu is the one that reacts first, drawing her sword and slicing the creature.

"what the hell is that?" ysmene hollers, drawing her own sword.

just as she does, more of the creatures explode through windows, this time in the ballroom itself. some of the guests scream, and all chaos breaks loose, people trying to escape, the guards on standby trying to fight.

"mogalls," the archsage replies, voice troubled. "we sometimes see them in omaduun."

"their appearances historically have coincided with the use of dangerous dark magic," thegrorthius adds, moving to stand in front of faeryn; he knows from experience, as he was alive among some of the first dark mages in existence.

andreas turns on the archsage. "you did this," he claims, with little room for argument.

"for what reason would i summon mogalls to a celebration like this?" the archsage fires back.

"your people will do anything to sow chaos! you expect me to believe it's a coincidence that you finally show up to a meeting and these things do too?"

"gentlemen!" ysmene loudly interrupts. with her sword in one hand, she motions with her free one to an approaching mogall. "get busy."

it's enough to stop their bickering for now.

"kahuzoa," faeryn says, somehow calmly and urgently at once. she stands with kahuzoa and thegrorthius in front and back of her, protecting her from any oncoming attacks given her inability to fight.

"if you are able to fight," kahuzoa's booming voice echoes through the ballroom once again. "gather your weapons and join us in neutralizing this threat. otherwise, find safety as soon as possible. look to laurelia for guidance."

he then shifts into his lion form and lets out a roar that does little to disturb the mogalls.

"daldona and gleil help us," laurelia mutters under her breath from her place in the chaos on the ballroom floor itself. she raises her voice a mere moment after: "do not exit through the broken windows! you may take shelter in the eastern part of the hall where there are no windows, or use the north and south exits to evacuate. your weapons are being held in rooms by the doors you entered in, sorted in alphabetical order based on what name you gave upon entry. i know everyone is frightened but the entryway to these rooms is small, so please form a line outside the door and move to find your weapons as quickly as possible. we will prevail!"

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well...this really throws a wrench in celebrating lotus campus's 250th anniversary, doesn't it? even though the lotus festival event is technically over, it's also...not quite. that being said, the first part of the event is over, meaning you may no longer level up from or start more festival threads taking place before the mogall attack. you may, however, write about anything mentioned in this post and the events following it that you'd like. more details on that coming up in an additional post!

#uf:event #uf:lotusfest #uf:lotusenemy