#among our suitcases

[p1tstop]

LE CASTELLET, June 20 2021 — Lando Norris enjoys a tit-illating view of Sebastian Vettel during the drivers parade at the French Grand Prix.

#ok i made myself laugh with this one #stop me if u want #seblando #lando all ;((( could u not have found One sports bra #among our suitcases #seb : nO <3333 u know u love me #sebastian vettel #lando norris #french gp 2021 #f1 #Zak Mauger / Motorsport Images #p1tstop stuff

[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Levi

It was safe to day Levi almost never got out of the house. Between online school and all the the time he spent on the internet, he had no need to leave his room. Key word: almost. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, he went out into the real world for events related to the things he enjoys, such as concerts, fan meetups, and most importantly, conventions.

Levi had been going to conventions longer than you even knew they existed, so it was safe to say he was an expert. But, now that you were around, and also interested in most of the same things as he was, he just had to take you along. That meaning, he nervously asked you on his knees the first time and after you agreed, he never asked again and just assumed you were going. Every convention with him is interesting, but always followed a formula.

You hear about the convention somehow, usually from Levi, where he's asking what cosplay you should go as this time. Sometimes you coordinate, sometimes you don't, but Levi loves to match. When he asks this, he's probably already book you your room. At first, he got you each your own room, but once after he accidently booked one room with two beds, you just started doing that instead. You leave a day before the convention begins with travel time factored in, spend however long there, then return home a day after the convention ends.

This formula is tried, true, and dear to Levi. It's something he can rely on to have the maximum amount of fun with his favorite person. This convention was supposed to be just like any other. The both of you were reusing an older cosplay, just because you had been busy that week. As you toted your bags into the hotel lobby, Levi almost directly in front of you, you asked him to pause. When he froze, and asked why, you carefully picked the Devildom equivalent of a ladybug. He was a little freaked out at first, but after studying the small bug you pulled out of his hair, he got a laugh out of it.

"They're good luck you know, especially if they land on you." You teased him, watching it fly off. Levi didn't respond, feeling a wave of anxiety crash over him. He wasn't sure why. He attributed it to having to deal with checking in, which he hated. But, he would never make you do that, since it was always him who insisted on bringing you along.

While he got you two checked in, you wandered off to the seating area to admire a sculpture. In your absence, something that only happens in his worst nightmares happened. Despite having made a reservation, the system wasn’t showing anything and they had no record at all. He briefly freaked out as he flickered through his camera roll, trying to find the receipt among his many photos of memes and characters fanart. Once he found it, he showed the worker. After seeing this, she did something on her computer and offered him a room upgrade. Before hearing the details, he accepted it. This was all too much for him.

Having acquired the room key, he collected you. The setting sun lit up the room, backlighting you and the sculpture. You simply stared up at it. He almost didn’t want to interrupt you. You noticed him somehow, and spun around to space him, making eye contact with a smile. His heart almost skipped a beat with the way you looked at him.

“Our room ready?” You pulled your suitcase behind you, noticing the keycard in his hand.

“Mmhm.” He didn’t trust himself to speak, and silently led you towards the elevators. He was told they had been given a room on floor 19, which was the second highest. Mc would probably die for that view. The thought of making them happy made him happy.

They two of got on the elevator. Mc made funny face at Levi through the mirrored elevator. After you walked the floor enough, following signage, you found your room. He unlocked it, and swung the door open to a beautiful suite. It came complete with a living room, and kitchenette, and a bathroom that rivaled Asmo’s. Mc dropped their bag by the door, and immediately begins to explore.

“Levi! You didn’t tell me you got a nicer room this time!” You threw your body down onto the sofa, admiring the tv. “This is great.” You peaked over the back of the sofa at him.

“Oh, I actually meant to tell you… There was a mixup of some kind so they upgraded us.” He scratched the back of his neck and closed the door behind him. His soul nearly left his body when he looked further into the room.

There was only one bed.

“Oh no, oh no no no.” He began to freak out for the second time that day.

“What’s the matter?” You got up immediately. You watched where his gaze was fixed. “Oh, Levi. I can sleep on the couch.” You looked at him empathetically, understanding his predicament.

“No! I mean, I can’t let my player two sleep on that sofa when that bed is right there. It’s much nicer than my bathtub. You deserve it. I’m just a loser otaku, but you’re the human who brought my family back together.” He took a small step back.

“Don’t he ridiculous. There’s room for both of us. If it helps, we can just sleep facing opposite ways. Besides, you know Mammon would kill to be in this room with me right now, sharing a bed with me. You could totally use this chance to brag, Levichan.” You giggled, skipping your way into the bathroom. “I’m getting ready for bed. Be out shortly.” You took your toiletries bag into giant bathroom. Levi pondered for an amount of time he wasn’t sure of, but was jolted out of thought by a knocking on the bathroom wall. Turns out, the shower had a window in it that faced the bed. You were doing a little dance in front of it with just a towel on, poking fun at him. After he covered his eyes and screamed at you to stop, you shut the window curtain so you could actually shower.

Once you were done, he had already unpacked all his things and took his own turn. The bathroom was very luxurious, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mc and how he was going to be brave and share that bed with them. It was just to rub it in Mammon’s face, he told himself.

When he got out, you were spread out in the bed with a few snacks from your bag and his Devilswitch. “Up for a few rounds before bed, big guy?” He couldn’t say no to you. In his scramble to win every game you two played, and haze of the long day of traveling, he totally forgot about behind nervous. It only crept back in once you’d fallen asleep on his arm, remote still in hand. He froze, unsure what to do.

But, he knew he had to act because with the long day you two had tomorrow, he had to get to bed as well. As he moved to get up to clear the bed of everything on it, you grumbled and grabbed his arm. He began to internally scream, and almost externally too. He was sure he was very red. So, instead, he just moved everything onto his bedside table, and pulled the covers over both of you.

He was stiff under the covers at first, but the more you snuggled into him, the more relaxed he found himself getting. Maybe it was because he was getting more sleepy by the passing seconds, but he almost found himself enjoying the affection. He bid sleeping you goodnight.

Maybe this is what his good luck ladybug meant.

#mostly written on mobile cause I’m traveling so forgive any grammatical or spelling errors:) #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me levi #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[imagine-lcorp]

Stubborn Love (One Shot)

Request

Hi! How about where Lena and reader broke up because Lena want to focus on being a CEO, fast forward in the future where they meet again and Reader has a child with her, whose also Lena's, and Lena tries to make up with reader and their child (Time where women can make a baby together, if you're okay with that)

A/N: Hey little beans!! missed me? Ok so a lot fo stuff has happened and I know I always promise I'm back, but all things considered I just gotta tell you, I'm just here, lost in space, I'll never be gone so at least theres that, so as long as you're here, I'm here, let's just enjoy our time together. Pls enjoy this little something!

Lena Luthor x  Fem!R//Word Count: 2, 546

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"Give our children your dark-bright eyes or your enchanted smile. So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all the reasons I loved you." -Nizar Qabbani

Kelly put glass of water on the coffee table in front of you and sat next to you on the couch. She put an arm around you, rubbing your back and shoulders, trying to provide any kind of comfort she could.

It had been late at night when you had come knocking at her door. From the moment Kelly had opened it she knew something had happened. Your eyes were swollen?, red and you could barely say a word. You were holding a small bag of luggage beside you with a trembling hand. She practically pulled you inside by pure instinct without asking any of the questions that were swirling in her mind to put you in a safe space. It was her number one priority and she wasn't going to leave your side until she was sure you were alright.

When you were calm enough to speak, Kelly found herself shocked by what had made you come to her in the middle of the night. You and Lena had broken up.

Kelly had known you since she had arrived to National City to help her brother. It had been years ago but she still remembered you and Lena together and how happy you had seemed back then. You were probably one of the most estable relationships she had seen among her friends and it surprised her to find out how things had developed between you two to want to end it so abruptly.

Of all your friends, she was probably the only one who could grasp what you were going through and she promised you she was going to help you sort things out.

"Alex is out in a mission, she'll be back home in a couple of days so you can stay without problem. The spare room is ready." She said as she kept rubbing your back and shoulders. She could only imagine how tired yo would be after what had happened.

"I can't stay." Your voice came out hoarse and in a whisper.

"C'mon, you know I won't let you go like this. It's late, we can get to the problem solving tomorrow."

"No, I…I." You swallowed, gathering yourself as best as you could. "I can't stay in National City."

That took Kelly by surprise. "Let's not rush things, alright?"

"No, Kelly, I can't." You turned to look at her so she could see the determination in your eyes.

"(Y/N), I know this may seem difficult but you need to talk to Lena first. I think- ."

"I'm pregnant." You blurted, leaving Kelly with an open mouth.

There was a moment of hesitation in which Kelly didn't know what to do first. If jump in excitement about the new member of the Superfriends family or hug you because this seemed to trouble you more than she would have expected. Kelly opted for the second option and you let her embrace you, she pulled you into her arms as you let another handful of tears roll down your cheeks.

You would remember that first night after leaving Lena as one one of the most painful ones of your life. Your last conversation with Lena, the way you had left her apartment with a single suitcase in your hand, reaching for someone that could help you, and leaving National City behind to start a new life. Everything had seemed too dark and painful but you had something to pull you forward, someone that was going to change everything.

And so, years later you would find yourself stroking a little head full of black hair with your hand while you held his little body with the other against your chest. Little (Y/S/N), your son, was a little more than four years old. He was the light of your life and you loved him with all your might.

Since you had left National City, it had always been the two of you. From the nine months you carried him in your womb until that moment in your life, you had been inseparable. You had been afraid at first, for him and for yourself. Strangers in a new town, trying to make your own home, with no idea of how family was supposed to work. Things were not perfect, but he didn't need them to be and neither did you. You had made it and you had made something beautiful.

It was also true that you had your own regrets. There were moments when you thought a little too much about the past. About how things could have ended up if you had taken better, or less reckless, decisions. You feared the what ifs, the maybes, and the past that had been left that night at Kelly's door. And one particular ghost still haunted your mind and your heart.

Every time you looked at your son, you looked at her. Black hair, green eyes, and a young mind as sharp as a knife. Now I know whose genetics are stronger, you had thought to yourself with a smile so many times. Of course, if you looked at him you could also recognize yourself. (Y/S/N) was the little perfect combination of the best of you.

"She will have your nose, I'm sure." Lena had told you once, delighted at the thought of having a little you running around the house.

She had been sitting on the floor behind you, with her head placed above your shoulder as you both read the required papers to start the medical process that would make you both mothers. You had leaned back, humming in thought. Your fingers moved through pages and pages of information, trying to grasp as much as you could, amidst the distraction that supposed Lena's breath so close to your neck.

"What if she is a he?" You had questioned with a little smile.

"Then we'll have to think of more names." She had placed a kiss close to your ear and then had helped you read the rest.

It had been years since you had last seen her but there she was, with you, with him, even if you couldn't name her. You had said as much about her as you had been able to to your son when he was old enough to question you about it. Why he didn't a father? Or another mother? Two parents like most kids like him? Because his Mama wasn't ready to come to them yet, you had said, but that one day she was going to, and it pained you to realize how much you wanted for that wishful thing to happen too. And it was not long before it became true.

"(Y/N)?"

The phone had almost slipped from your hand after hearing her voice after so much time.

(Y/S/N) had turned his head away from the TV on the living room to watch you, trying to imagine who was talking on the other side of the line to make his mom make that funny face.

"Lena?" You had answered with a shaking voice.

"It's been a while."

The conversation started as it usually did, with people who used to know everything about each other and ended up becoming complete strangers. An exchange of words, questions and answers that seemed to lead to nothing but the abyss that now separated you from your past selves.

"I'm sorry." You heard her say on the other side with a hesitant tone so rare in her it surprised you even more. "I know I should've called you a long time ago."

"Yeah, you should have." You tried to keep your wounded heart from spilling as you looked at your son.

"Would it be too late if I ask , can we see each other again?"

You sat in the corner of the coffee shop with a warm cup between your fingers, sipping your beverage as you waited. You were nervous. You kept bouncing your leg and looking at the door until you saw her come through it.

It reminded you the very first time you had sat together, in that little coffee shop across the street from the office. You had been dreading the moment she would have to cross the door to meet with you, that if she even thought you were worth her time, after you had asked her to have a coffee with you. You could still remember the little smile playing across her lips when she accepted the invitation and the way your stomach had fluttered when she grabbed your arm, promising to met you after work. Time had passed and there had been no sign of her yet. You feared or a moment she had forgotten, and if that was the case you would not hold it against her. She was a busy woman, what was a coffee date compared to the empire she had to keep from crumbling. Still, you waited and, against all hope and all odds she had come.

Time seemed to freeze when your eyes found each other. She was all goddess looking even after the years you had spent away.

When you finally settled at the table, words seemed to be lost for both of you. Small talk was painfully dull. Another reminder of all that had been lost between you two.

"Lena?" You held your gaze towards her and finally asked her. A question too obvious, maybe, but necessary nevertheless. "Why are we here?"

She smiled, sheepishly and not without a hint of regret in her emerald eyes. "'Cause I was wrong".

The moment you had crossed her door to never come back again was the moment Lena knew what true and complete loneliness meant. An unyielding emptiness filled by shadows and rumors of what life she had with you and she had no one else to blame but herself. She had put her company above you, trying to make it the force of good the world needed and wanted, that she forgot you also needed her and wanted her and loved her.

And when Lena had realized her mistakes, when she had tried to reach you, to bring you back, you were so long gone and lost from her sight that it made her want to destroy everything she had worked so hard to build if that meant she would have you again.

"I'm sorry." Lena's eyes were full of regret.

"Don't be." You shook your head. "You were out there saving the world, trying to change your family legacy and I…I didn't want to hold you back."

"I don't think I would have done most of what I did if it wasn't for you." Her lips curled in a little smile. "We did many great things together."

"Yes, we did." The image of your son flashed through your mind and you swallowed hard. "One in particular, I think you need to know."

You stood in the sidewalk among the rest of parents that waited patiently for the school bell ring. You had not dared to answer Lena's questions about where you were going and why you were there after your encounter but you knew she had surely figured it out by now as you watched her fidget with her hands. Instinctively you reached for them, a gesture that had been so common between you, in an attempt to soothe her and yourself. You held hands as you kept waiting.

"How is he?" Lena asked, her thumb caressing the back of your hand in a nervous tick.

"He's very smart, first of his class." Lena raised her brows in surprise. "He likes big animals, wants a bike for Christmas, and wants to be an astronaut before becoming an Olympic athlete, in all sports." You sighed with a smile.

"Wonderful." A wave of warmth rushed through her, feeling herself proud of the little boy she was about to meet, and a moment of silence passed before she dared to ask. "Why did you never tell me about him?"

"I didn't know how." You took a deep breath. "Back then, you were so focused on being a CEO, on working for the good of the people. I saw how much it took from you but I also understood how big that responsibility was. It's true, what I said before. I didn't want to hold you back. I didn't want us to be a distraction, not particularly after our last fight."

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel that way." Lena turned to look at you with pleading eyes. "I never wanted you to face this alone and I'm here to amends…If you let me."

You couldn't say more as the bell finally rang. You could feel your heart pounding hard against your chest and you squeezed Lena's hand.

"Ready to meet him?" You managed to said.

"I am." Lena nodded.

You headed inside the building with the rest of the parents, ready to pick your son. You reached her classroom in no time, greeting his teacher and asking if your son had behaved during class. His teacher was all smiles when she told you your son had been in nothing but his best behavior. Then she called your son and you watched from the door as he stepped out of his little chair, rushing towards you. You picked him up, holding him in your arms, and thanked the teacher before turning around to leave.

You asked him about his day and the things he had learned that day. He replied with nothing but excitement and you were happy to hear him.

"Hey, I bring a friend today with me." You said after he had finished. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Yeah." He replied with a smile.

You walked through the hallway and there, sitting in a bench, was Lena waiting patiently for you. She rose from her seat once she saw you approach and her face couldn't hide her awe. As if she was seeing a true miracle, she didn't know what to do or what to say, until you were close enough.

"Hi." She said wearing that beautiful smile of hers.

"Hi." Your son responded with his little voice.

"My name is Lena, nice o meet you."

"You're pretty." He said, making you and Lena chuckle.

"What do we say when we meet new people?" You reminded your son.

"I'm (Y/S/N). Nice to meet you, Lena."

"Good boy." You said kissing his temple.

Lena took a look at him, seeing herself in that little face and there was no denying he was hers and yours. A pang of regret struck her heart for all the years she had not known about him. If she had only called after you, if she had called you, if she had tried to contact you sooner rather than later, how different things would have been for you three. But she was there, with you and your son, and that was all that mattered to her.

This time, she promised herself, she was going to do whatever that was in her hands to make it up to you and she wasn't going to waste another moment.

#stubborn love #one shot #request #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena x reader #fem reader #female reader #fem!reader

[octuscle]

How to become the fuck whore

Lawrence was ruined. Really broke. He had lost his job. He had lost his apartment. And the suitcase containing his last belongings had been stolen. Now he stood in the rain on the street and waited for a lightning bolt to strike him. That would have been the best solution. He was now in his late 50s, had never furthered his education, was unathletic. He didn't see that there was any perspective for him.

Just as he was considering whether he should really throw himself off a bridge, a group of obviously drunken partygoers came by. "Dude, you look like shit!" one of the young lads said. "Do you need help?". It didn't matter now, his dignity was already shot to hell too. So Lawrence started crying bitterly and outlined his story. The lads around him were embarrassed at first. But then one started grinning whispering with the others and interrupted Sebastian's lament. "Dude, come join us. One of our roommates is abroad for a semester. You can have his room for a few days."

A few minutes later, Lawrence was sitting in the kitchen of the student housing community. He had taken a jogging suit from the closet of the lad whose room he was staying in. A little tight in the waistband. A little loose at the top. The lad obviously had an athletic build. It did feel a little strange to be an old man sitting among all the young studs. The lads all knew each other from sports college, two were assistants there, three were still studying. All well-built and picture-perfect alphas! He didn't fit in here. But Lawrence had no choice either.

After three beers and a joint, his eyes fell shut. He excused himself and threw himself on his bed. As he fell asleep, he noticed the smell of sweat in the bedclothes. And he wondered why such athletic young people were drinking, smoking and smoking pot. But he didn't care. He had already fallen asleep.

When he woke up, the sun was shining. He had to orientate himself for a short time until Lawrence remembered where he was and who he was. In any case, he was well rested. And he felt better than he had in a long time. He went to the bathroom of the shared flat in his borrowed jogging suit to pee. And one look in the mirror confirmed it: the night had been good for him. Maybe everything really was going to be okay. The bathroom looked like he had imagined the bathroom of a student shared flat would look. Dirty, untidy. So he made himself useful. The others seemed to be still asleep, in any case he didn't hear a sound. When he was done with the bathroom, he continued in the kitchen, where there were still weeks of dishes. And while he was dishwashing, two of the lads came into the kitchen. Obviously both had been jogging, sweat glistened on their bare torsos and they were breathing heavily. Sebastian handed them both a glass of water and asked if he should make breakfast. The two lads grinned at each other and exchanged a fistbump. And ordered scrambled eggs and coffee.

For the rest of the day, Lawrence cleaned the apartment until you could have eaten off the floor in every room. He'd also been to the laundromat, and for the evening he'd made plans to iron the clothes. The lads came and went, had food made for them in between, and had no problem leaving a trail of devastation behind them each time. But Lawrence thought it was only fair to tidy up and clean again. In the process, he found himself getting a stiff cock more and more often at the sight of the lads. Why did they all have to walk around the apartment bare-chested, too. Or directly completely naked.

For ironing Larry was allowed to come into the living room of the shared flat. The lads were lounging on the sofa watching a football game. Every now and then, someone would ask for a beer or a sandwich, and Larry would interrupt his ironing to go to the kitchen. It was late when he was finally able to go to bed. But he still wanted to clean up the last remnants of the TV evening before he went to bed himself. In the process, he had already taken off the top of his jogging suit. And while cleaning the bathroom mirror, which was already smeared again, he noticed that he didn't look so bad with his naked upper body. And as he lay in bed, he noticed that his room was the only one where the beds were not freshly changed. And it hadn't been cleaned yet.

When Larry got up the next morning to get rolls and make breakfast, something was different. The top of his jogging suit was stretching across his chest. And he had trouble pulling his pants up over his thighs. Maybe he'd have to go through the closet later to see if he could find something better to wear. But now he had to hurry. The first of his masters would be leaving for their morning jog in a moment. By the time they returned, he had to have breakfast ready. As soon as he got back from the bakery, he had to take off his sweatshirt. Way too tight. Besides, it was rude to cover his tits when he was allowed to see his masters'. And his tits were something he was proud of. He was proud of his whole body. But as his masters' cleaning slave and fuck whore, he also had an obligation to do his best.

#age reduction #muscle tf #male tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation

[happygirl2oo2]

Every reference I could find to Fitz's love of monkeys in Marvel's Agents of Shield, organized by episode numbers

According to this article, Fitz's love for monkeys comes from Iain de Caestecker's love for monkeys. The actor joked in season one about wanting a monkey sidekick for Fitz and it made it into the show's story. Fitz even has monkey figurines on his desk in early seasons.

season 1 episode 2:

FITZ: “I would love to see a capuchin in the wild. Maybe even a yellow-tailed woolly monkey. You know, um, Peru has 32 different species of monkey.”

season 1 episode 3:

FITZ: “If we had a monkey, we could get in.” SIMMONS: “Ugh, Fitz!” FITZ: “If we had a small monkey, he could slip through the sensors and disable the fence's power source with his adorable little hands.”

and

FITZ: “Did you hear the deadly lasers part? Without a brave monkey—”

season 1 episode 8: 

FITZ: “Still, this is definitely the type of work a monkey could easily do.” WARD: “You're our little monkey.”

season 1 episode 16:

MAY: “What's this?" FITZ: "Um, say you need to tag a fleeing vehicle... or a wild monkey, if it was to get away from you.”

season 1 episode 22:

SIMMONS: “That means that every bit of energy inside us, every particle" *breathes deeply* "will go on to be a part of something else, maybe live as a dragonfish, a microbe, maybe burn in a supernova 10 billion years from now. And every part of us now was once a part of some other thing ... a moon, a storm cloud, a mammoth.” FITZ, softly: “A monkey.” SIMMONS, also softly, accepting: “A monkey.”

season 2 episode 14:

Daisy: "Okay. But why am I suddenly feeling like old yeller right now?" Coulson: "Kind of surprised you know the reference." Daisy: "I've had a lot of downtime lately. That and Fitz really wants a dog." Coulson: "Thought he wanted a monkey." Daisy: "Guess he readjusted his expectations."

season 2 episode 16:

*When Fitz is packing up his stuff to leave, his three-monkeys statue is the first thing he's seen grabbing*

season 3 episode 21:

*When Fitz is getting ready for the broadcast with Talbot, he's making monkey noises as his vocals warm-up*

season 4 episode 3:

FITZ (counting his breath): “One chimpanzee, two chimpanzee. One chimpanzee, two chimpanzee.”

season 5 episode 5:

*Fitz is shown drawing monkeys on his cell's wall as a way to mark the passing of time while being there, instead of the regular line-markings that are usually used for that*

season 5 episode 16 (as Bobo is a common monkey name):

Jemma: "I was hoping you could tell me more about our future." Deke: "I mean, you saw it... It sucked." Jemma: "No, I mean Fitz and me. Do you recall any evidence of major injury, any noticeable scarring, perhaps?" Deke: "I don't remember you guys at all. I didn't even know your real names. Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. changed them when they were getting hunted down. I just knew you as Nana and Bobo."

season 5 episode 21:

*when Simmons is packing up Fitz's things into the suitcase, his monkey statue from the earlier seasons can be seen among the things already in the suitcase*

season 6 episode 3:

SIMMONS: “Expecto Patronum! [a small hallucination of Fitz in a monkey suit appears on her straw] Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

season 6 episode 6:

*while in the memory of the night they first became friends, after Simmons tells Fitz she also remembers "how manic you were and thinking that genius is just a tick away from madness", the wall is seen suddenly covered in drawings of monkeys in the same way Fitz did to the wall in his cell in season 5 episode 5*

season 6 episode 8:

SIMMONS (about the events of s6ep3): "I saw you in a monkey outfit dancing." FITZ: "No, no, reverse on that bit, what do you mean you saw me in a monkey outfit dancing?"

season 7 episode 13:

*When Alya gets up from her bed in the pod to hug her mom, a few monkey dolls can be seen at the edge of her bed*

and

FITZ (about Alya): “This little monkey is punching me as hard as she can in the leg.”

#that man loves his monkeys #agents of shield #aos #leo fitz #leopold fitz #fitzsimmons #iain de caestecker #fitz's monkeys #monkeys #marvel's agents of shield #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

[robinette-green]

Robin's Spooky AU DCA Romance Fics

These are fics that have creepy critters, spooky settings, monsters and sometimes blood

Spooky Stories from the Daycare: Night of the Fox!: (tag)

Halloween tale full of scares and fluff! Creepy crawlies and candy! Our story is set in Japan in the 80’s! Sun and Moon had decided to have a little adventure out to a cabin for Halloween but they get lost in the woods. Y/N, a kitsune who resides in this forest, is displeased at having trespassers wonder into there territory and will do everything in their power to scare away the two animatronics.

Hellfire to Warm the Heart:

There I was, standing in the rain, my ears still ringing from the door slamming behind me. Everything had gone downhill so fast. First, my job fired me without warning or reason then, unable to find a new job, I was evicted from my apartment due to being unable to pay rent. With my suitcase at my feet, I stared blankety down the street. What was I going to do? I had nowhere to go. My family had cut ties with me years ago, and I didn't have a friend to speak of. Was there a shelter I should go to, or would I be sleeping on the street tonight? "Oh, dear! Are you okay?" I flinched, not expecting anyone to speak to me. Looking around, I saw an expensive black car parked at the curb, and a back window rolled down. As I watched, the back door opened, and a man, preceded by a large black umbrella, exited the car. As he straightened, I took a step back, gazing up at a towering individual standing before me. Dressed in a pale blue suit, this guy had to be almost 7 feet tall, towering over me. His hair was shimmery gold, making him look like a sun. Golden eyes glittered as, with a soft smile, the man asked, "You look to be in a bit of a bind. Would you like some help?"

Stars in the Darkness:

You find yourself living in a cabin in the middle of the woods. After cleaning up the mess from the previous occupant, you find a broken statue that seems to have been living in the forest, covered in moss and lichen. Deciding that it would be wise to put the statue back where it belongs, you fix it up and lug it out through the trees to place it back in its home. This pleases something living in the darkness of the trees, and little gifts start appearing on the porch of the cabin. The creatures in the dark seem to like you. You should be careful not to do anything that would anger them now that you have their attention.

Little Assistant:

MC is the assistant to the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment. As Vanessa kidnaps and kills children while attempting to bring Springtrap back to life, MC is forced to clean up the mess and cover up the disappearances. MC is also tasked with keeping an eye on the Daycare attendants, keeping them in line as they are forced to help kidnapping children. “Did you do it? How do we know if it worked?” “We’ll have to test out some command code on him. Everything uploaded without issue, but they do have minds of their own. He may put up a fight.” I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, wanting as little to do with this as I could get away with. They had already forced me to help with so much, cleaning up all that mess, all that red, covering up the disappearance. Shuddering, I looked through the glass into the daycare beyond. Deep in the dark, I could see two red eyes glaring out at us, furious. I couldn’t blame him. The virus they had activated in the night mode daycare attendant was going to be used for something horrific.

Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker: (tag)

My life is good for what it is. Except that I’m dead. Well, undead. I’ve been undead for about 15 years now, and I haven’t aged a day. Being a vampire hiding among humans can be difficult at times, mainly dealing with sunlight and avoiding mirrors, but I manage. I’ve been living and working in this little town as the town blacksmith for about 7 years now, and I’ve become a full-fledged member of the little community here. I thought I had been doing a good job hiding my presence among the humans, but one day two of the most well-known vampire hunters came into town. If they find out what I am, they will kill me, but both of them have become intent on becoming my friends and maybe more. How can I keep myself from being discovered when two hunters are trying to romance me?

Stars and Webs (LateNight DayDreams):

Running form those hunting you, you fall into the web of a beast that should be more terrifying than the humans who want to end your life. But the creatures that finds you seems to want to keep you alive rather than eating you for dinner.

Murder's Doll (LateNight DayDreams):

a small child forced to live on the streets is abducted by Eclipse and raised to be sold off as a pawn. the first year of MC's life they live with Eclipse's charges, Sun and Moon and are tutored mercilessly until they are finally sent off to boarding school. after finishing school, MC is married off to an abusive husband but is eventually saved by Sun and Moon.

Colorful Lights (LateNight DayDreams):

You used to be an acrobat, working at a carnival that was a home to you. After a fire and a nasty fall, your home was left to rot. Coming back years later you’re captured by the people who’ve taken over the place. Saved by some old friends, you learn some unsettling truths about them.

Our Feathered Friend (LateNight DayDreams):

Children kept held captive for experimentation Y/N being turned into a harpy Being reunited with lost loves

Living (LateNight DayDreams):

MC is a living doll created by the Mad Scientist Eclipse.

Some of these won't be finished and some are OLD writing of mine. you have been warned. Please don't let that stop you from reading these and enjoying them <3

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sun and moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #dca fanfic #glitter rock writing #dca ss #spooky stories from the daycare #two hunters and a bloodsucker #hellfire to warm the heart

[orbmanson7]

I'm bored at work so I decided to screenshot and list all the random crap you can see in Herbert's room in Re-Animator, for anyone curious.

(heads up, the third screenshot contains a dead animal)

On our first glance, we can see the following:

-An obligatory poster with multiple diagrams of the human brain with extensive information relating to each part

-A mini-fridge containing multiple chemical solutions, Herbert's reagent, multiple petri dishes with some kind of sample growths inside them (some of the jars may also contain samples), and a dead Rufus

-Atop the fridge, we see a binder filled with a documentation log, a thick reference book, another smaller textbook, a metallic bowl with some sanitized cloth under it, an additional sanitized cloth under Dan's hand there, a small tube with a screw-on cap that could contain just about anything, and a wrapped power cord with an old-style plug that may or may not be connected to the small lamp sitting above it

-In the wideshot, we can see a nightstand of sorts (it's more like a coffee table that runs alongside Herbert's bed) that holds a small old-style lamp, more reference books and papers, a few more sanitized cloths, a closed but not sealed cardboard box, at least six miscellaneous bottles that appear to be liquid and/or tablet-form medications, a larger bottle of chemical solution, a cup or mug with a stirring implement sticking out of it, and what appears to be an infrared thermometer but I don't know that those even existed in 1985 so it could be a large inhaler or other medical device instead

Next, when we revisit the room in the Integral Cut, we can see there's a few new items added, especially the contents around Herbert's bed.

-There is a typewriter that was there in the earlier scene, but we can see it more clearly now, with paper inside and half a page already filled

-There's a desk lamp switched on to illuminate the typewriter and multiple books stacked on the desk next to the typewriter, as well

-A human skull has been added to the pile of contents atop the fridge, along with several more reference books and papers (and the brain poster has now been moved behind it, blocking the window shade, for some reason)

-On Herbert's bed is a suitcase with an exact copy of his current wardrobe of a white, long-sleeved button-down shirt and a black tie (and probably pants, too)

-Next to his bed, on that long table, we can see a new cardboard box that's open and contains large bottles of what are likely more tablet-form medications as well as what looks like a can of something (likely a chemical)

-Next to the box is the same closed box from earlier, but the cloths have all been used up save for one. On the other side, there's what is either a well-used magazine or a workbook sitting under a thermos among a large bottle of chemical solution, six more bottles of tablet-form medications (two still inside boxes), two boxes that seem to either be bandages and/or nylon bands (both used for injections), and that same old-style lamp from before

(I don't think it's worth mentioning the large white board on the bed that is likely there for white balance in the shot rather than an actual prop, especially since it's not there in the immediate next shot)

-On the bed behind them appears to possibly be a swiss airline luggage tag (those big ones you can use to make it easier to locate your luggage at baggage claim), likely still connected to Herbert's suitcase

-On the other side of the bed, there's far more innocuous items, such as an open can of diet 7-Up in front of a small biohazard sign, an overturned open book, a large canister for water (likely used for tea or coffee), another reference book, and memo pad papers scattered back there, too. There's also some kind of large implement of some sort (maybe just the weirdest paperweight to exist), if it was upside-down then it could closely resemble what someone may use to polish shoes? It could also just be a bizarre lamp that's not plugged in, I don't know

-Also interesting to note that Herbert kept the window next to his bed slightly open, his bed is always messily made, and he never has anything on the floor despite the mess of clutter he stacks everywhere else in his room

Anyway, that's it! I always find it interesting what gets chosen by set design when cluttering a lived-in space (especially in 80s movies) for these kinds of shots, even if it's haphazardly done on a cheap budget. They can say a lot about a character, and I think there's certainly some unique notions to made about Herbert based on what can be seen here.

Do what you will with this information.

#reanimator #re animator #herbert west #reanimator analysis #dan cain #megan halsey #dead animal #needles #injection #do i need to tag something for the brain poster? uhh #anyway yeah i thought I'd be busier at work tonight with end of the month paperwork but i got done early and was bored #so this happened whoops #long post #orbs thought bubbles #cats #how did i forget to tag the one i actually have blacklisted myself

[harrisonarchive]

George taking a photograph from the side of the stage at a Crosby Stills Nash & Young concert at Wembley Stadium in September 1974 (photo by Gijsbert Hanekroot/Redferns/Getty Images); with David Crosby in 1967 (photo by Leslie Bryce); George and Stephen Stills in the studio, 1970 (scanned from the CD liner notes for Doris Troy‘s Apple Records album).

“I first met George in 1959. We kept in touch throughout our lives, meeting up over the years. I miss him very much. He was a good friend. He was a gentleman, and I don’t say that lightly.” - Graham Nash, Liverpool Echo, November 28, 2011

“Some of the stuff we did in the studio [for Troy’s self-titled Apple album], I’d be messing around on the piano and somebody would walk over and say, what is that? I’d say, this is what I got so far. And they’d go, okay, try this, try this, and that’s how come on the [songwriting credits] you see Ringo [Starr] on some of it, Stephen Stills on some of it, and George.” - Doris Troy, Unknown Legends of Rock ‘n’ Roll (1998)

"I’d worked on a Doris Troy album for Apple. And I was hanging out with George Harrison, Ringo and Eric Clapton, among others when I made my first solo album, Stephen Stills. Eric was coming by the house for a tickle, and a lot of work got done in between a two-year party at Ronnie Wood’s place. Not that Ronnie ever invited me. Going to Apple while The Beatles were breaking up was heavy for a kid from Florida. I’m in a studio with the fucking Beatles? Huh? It was very affirming when they told me: 'Go ahead and do your thing.' But then they’d say: 'But don’t get too successful. This is a small island, there’s not enough room at the top for everyone.'" - Stephen Stills, Louder, May 12, 2014

“George would invite me over for dinner. Actually, George was the one I connected with the most. He was my best friend in that band, although I'm still really good friends with Ringo.” - David Crosby, Music Radar, February 8, 2014

“[George] was my favorite Beatle” - David Crosby, Twitter, February 20, 2015

Q: “memory of George Harrison?” David Crosby: “Wonderful man” - Twitter, March 22, 2015

“They were much more real than we thought, and they were much nicer to us. And particularly George, who’s like, was just the nicest guy you could ask for. He was tough and he was smart and he didn’t kiss your butt, but he was — he was a kind human being, right? I became friends with George to the point where he started talking to me about stuff that mattered. I had just been turned on to Ravi Shankar. Somebody gave me his record, and I had it in my suitcase. And I gave it to George. And that had repercussions. He goes to India because he loves Indian music, and he meets this teacher, right? The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. […] And I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a grain of salt.’ Hell, I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a whole shaker full of salt,’ I wanted to say that to George, I wanted to say, ‘Be skeptical.’ […] I was afraid I’d blow the friendship, absolutely. Because he was so valuable to me, and the guy was — he knew everything that I needed to know, he was doing what I wanted to do, he was nice about it, he was, like, my hero. So I couldn’t tell him the truth. Well, so I wrote him a song, I wrote him a song called ‘Laughing.’” - Storytime With Seth Rogen, October 12, 2021 (x) (x)

#David Crosby #Graham Nash #Stephen Stills #George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Doris Troy #1970s #1960s #The Beatles #The Byrds #CSN #long read

[queeoretician]

Just finished re-listening to Nona, and I have to know - what the ever-loving fuck did Jod want with G—'s arm? My first thought was that it had something to do with the dead man's switch for the suitcase nuke, but he mentions that he still has plans for it, in his narration to Alecto/Harrow after the bombs have gone off, so there's something else there. I feel like it's tied in with something about G1deon and Pyrrha being different from the other lyctor/cavalier pairs we see.

Speaking of which, there are a good few of those differences - here are the ones that come to mind:

G1deon's thanergy-void ability that lets him break Harrow's bone wards. I don't think this is it - to me it feels like it's more in the vein of Mercymorn's one-touch supernatural anatomy abilities, within the "normal" range of freaky abilities that lyctors have.

G1deon being physically imposing, unlike any(?) other necromancer we come across. I feel like there are some connections here that are eluding me right now.

The big one, Pyrrha's individuality surviving lysis. This by itself wouldn't make sense to me, but maybe it ties in with G1deon's buffness, that somehow the physical basis for their ascension was atypical?

On that last note, something else that stood out to me through Nona is that Pyrrha and G1deon's necro/cav relationship dynamic seems very different from the others we see (not just among Jod's original disciples but also with the contemporary pairs). At one point Pyrrha mentions filtering G1deon's brain fluid while working on the transference/winnowing trial, with the only other subject of that test being Cristabel rather than one of the other necromancers. In another passage Pyrrha talks about working on the Tomb's wards with Cassiopeia and Mercymorn - her plus two necromancers.

This had me wondering if Pyrrha was also a necromancer originally, somehow - but Palamedes's explanation to Nona of why she isn't affected by the blue madness undermines that hypothesis. But that aside, Pyrrha was definitely involved in what I would think of as "necromancer stuff" in a way we don't see from anyone else except Camilla (because the Sixth House are nerds). But maybe my expectations are off base because we're introduced to the necro/cav relationship through the eyes of Gideon, who is aggressively disinterested in necromancy...

Speaking of nerd shit, what kind of people were Jod's crew before the bombs and the Resurrection? He refers to them at one point as "a cop and six different kinds of nerd" and "two scientists and an engineer and a nun and a lawyer and a banker and a cop and an artist," referring to A—, M—, G—, the nun (Cristabel), C—, A—'s brother (Alfred), P—, and N— (he doesn't seem to have included himself in that tally). The narration clearly references all of their roles individually except G—'s, so I would guess he was the engineer, with the scientists being M— (medical) and A— ("the glycerol-6 genius"). But as best I can recall we don't really hear anything about G—'s role apart from being Jod's most steadfast supporter and carrying the suitcase nuke - it comes across as though Jod took him rather for granted. I wonder if Pyrrha remembers this and holds it against Jod along with all his post-Resurrection shit? I'd love to learn more about this in Alecto - I wanna know everything about our problematic fave ex-cop ex-spook genderfuck parent figure and her grief and her love...

But back to my earlier line of thinking, after the Resurrection Jod roped his disciples into a war of vengeance against the descendants of the generation ship, and defense against the Resurrection Beasts, and at a very tentative guess it seems like only Pyrrha of the original eight would have been predisposed towards that kind of combative life (jokes about academia aside). But at the same time she seems to have stepped into a research-y role that we don't see from any of the other original cavaliers (with the caveat that our info is very limited and Alecto could upend this entirely).

All this is to say, I Have Questions about Pyrrha and G1deon and who they were pre-Resurrection, but right now I don't have any coherent theory beyond "I think there's something going on here."

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth spoilers #john gaius #gideon the first #pyrrha dve #rambling late night speculation

[cosmonabo]

Blood sucking freaks

Synopsis: She will hunt him down. She will torture him. And then, she will kill him. The lady Van Helsing has a significant duty to uphold, and the horrendous creature with its rigorously pallid and sickly appearance is her chance to make some positive contribution to her lineage's legacy. And she will make each of them pay for mocking her and her fleeting existence, with those eyes scorched with crimson pride and arrogance. Takashi Mitsuya, the vampire count, will die by the hands of the huntress. Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi + Fem!Reader Genders: Horror, Dark Romance(?), Drama. Content Warnings: inclined to yandere, , suggestive, explicit violence and bleeding Notes: At some point in 2021, my younger self thought it would be a good idea to write a vampire tokrev AU, and so this piece was born!

Start Point [Next]

"Deen die Toten reiten schnell"

Bran - Transylvania 18:46 PM

I feel the need to fill my lungs with air when the carriage finally stops our journey, and I'm relieved just to feel the texture of the ground after long hours concentrating only on the gallop of the horses on the bumpy road. That single unpleasant sound was already starting to get on my nerves, and the coachman kept staring at my suitcase with his scrutinizing gaze. The old man was so interested in my belongings that I couldn't even fall asleep, fearing that he would drop me off halfway just to steal my things.

I was startled by the sound of a knock on the carriage door, but calmed my senses when I saw the old man taking the trouble to open the door. My arrival in Transylvania was less turbulent than I thought possible; I had expected to be silently escorted by some cunning creature from the dense forest in the pitch black, waiting only for my attention to be diverted so that it could try to sink its fangs - or pointed fangs - into my neck, freeing me from my commitment to the Shiba. My dear client, Yuzuha, wouldn't like to know that I'd been slaughtered by a creature of the night before we'd even met in person, and it would be humiliating for my reputation.

I got out of the carriage with light steps, in no hurry, we're not racing against time, we have plenty until nightfall - a few hours, to be precise. I straighten my clothes, allowing myself to hide once again from the cold and the gale, which narrowly missed my top hat. I put the heavy suitcase on the floor, opening the letter that was sent to me half a week ago. I can't deny that a real job is a very exciting experience. Nothing takes away the satisfaction of professionalism.

As soon as I open the somewhat battered paper, I don't even have to strain to read the girl's handwriting - her italics make it easy. The contents read as:

"Dear Miss [Name], I'm sorry to bother you from so far away, but if not me, no one else will. I urgently request your service on behalf of myself and my brothers. The rumor has spread through the city so quickly that not even the church can contain the sick who are anxious and frightened, seeking to calm themselves in the arms of our lord, and everything indicates that there is a creature among us. A vampire, a demon. Like the kind in children's tales where you can sleep with your hands cold between the sheets. For almost two weeks now, farmers have been complaining that their cows have disappeared and their horses have become strangely thin, and… In a short time, residents have often been showing up with symptoms of anemia. Some have even died, pale and cadaverous.

Our village is no longer as safe as it once was.

Sincerely, Yuzuha Shiba"

Below her letter, only the address. She has written everything with great trepidation, because even her beautifully written handwriting has flaws, her handwriting conveys her fear and insecurities, the handwriting is shaky and in some words, Yuzuha must have pressed the pen with an uncommon force. Her fear pushes me to continue investigating. No matter how many times I read it, this letter continues to make me as anxious as the first time I opened the envelope. I won't rest until I find a clear explanation for this cursed cause, which already has a name - vampires - all that's missing is the specific individual who is causing it. Finally, I collected my luggage and started walking through the streets, looking for the young woman's address.

The neighborhood is so quiet that any noise could be considered a bang, a significant example being the boards and barricades on the windows and doors, the newly arrived boxes in the shops have a strong smell of garlic and I've never seen a stall so full of rosaries and crucifixes. As I pass the church sidewalk, I hear the priest's cry - if I hadn't been used to it, I admit I would have been taken by surprise. I approach cautiously, holding my breath and peeking through the gap in the door. Soon, I notice the absence of people on the streets, a group of faithful have gathered in the chapel to say their prayers, not an ordinary group, a large one. Children crying and adults whispering their implicit insecurities with their ragged breaths and lungs burning from holding back their tears of tonture, with their rosaries in hand and raising their trembling fists. I leave my current position and once again follow the original route, this will not last longer than necessary.

Arriving at the address, I check the paper just once more before knocking on the wooden door with a large glass pane in the center, providing a view inside the house, with two simple knocks - I didn't think Yuzuha Shiba was a baker -, waiting for a quick response. I think my prayers were answered, because soon afterwards the young girl opened it - much younger than I thought she was; she was wearing a simple white button-down shirt with ruffles on the shoulders and a moss-green skirt that went down to just below her knees. I gave her a quick nod and a small, subtle smile.

"I'm [Name]" I said directly, and continued: "[Name] Van Helsing, and I am here at your service."

"Thank God!" She said in relief, putting my hands together and thanking the heavens, then giving myself room to pass "Please come in, the weather is getting cold today."

"Thank you, it's very kind of you to welcome me into your home," I said comically, "I don't usually stay at my employers' homes. It could be… dangerous for they."

Not to mention fatal.

"Well, don't be shy," she smiled amusedly, closing the door behind me as I entered at the home, "make yourself at home."

"Okay," I agreed, "but this is a bakery."

"Oh, sorry, my house is upstairs" He corrected "Well, that being the case, make yourself comfortable in the bakery" He smiled in my direction, but his smile was one of tiredness and worry.

The place was cozy, reminiscent of one of those winter chalets. The windows were large and the space was well ventilated, with a view of the street outside - that's good, very good. Behind the main counter, there was only the cashier and a few cupboards with wrapped and ready-made products. The tables equally distributed around the place were charming, but the emptiness made it lonely and gray.

"Shall we get started, then?" I asked, placing my briefcase on the corner of the first table I found in front of me and settling down on the bench, but I was suddenly reprimanded by Yuzuha's hand on my shoulder, and I looked at her in confusion.

"Let's go inside, the faithful will be desperate if see you here."

Without hesitating, I let myself be influenced by her, and so we went up the stairs, stopping walking only when we reached the girl's living room, where I finally took the liberty to ask:

"What are people doing in church?" I asked as the girl put the cups away on the coffee table, setting the tray aside. My question must have had a strong impact on her, I noticed when she raised her eyes in concern: "Shouldn't they be keeping to themselves at home? Like you."

"Well…" he swallowed, sitting down on the sofa, "my brother Taiju is one of the faithful of the church, and everyone prefers to believe that God's will will protect them."

"Why didn't you look for an exorcist then?" I asked curiously, as Yuzuha handed me the cup she had brought.

"They think that spending money hiring people to solve the problem is very silly. My brother, in particular, says that exorcists and hunters play with the image of God and challenge his power, he says they're phonies who steal from the most gullible. "

"I see." I frowned, sipping the strong coffee that came boiling down my throat, but my anger at these conservative was greater than my fear of burning myself with a simple cup of coffee.

"Don't misunderstand, I hired you myself because I believe in your potential as a hunter, don't take them seriously, please."

"Mrs. Shiba, I'm very professional and I'm not going to let people's ignorance affect the results of our work." I answered directly and she looked at me with surprise, so I offered her a small smile again. "Don't worry, if I'm here, it's because I trust you and, given the circumstances, I'll do my utmost to help you. I didn't leave London to play God."

"Thank you for your help," he smiled back, picking up the empty cups. "Anyway, let's talk more tomorrow, it's getting dark and I'm not going to leave my guest in a bad state. Let me be a good hostess at least."

"You invited me to come in and drink coffee with you," I pointed out, watching her arch her eyebrow from afar, "if that's not good hosting, then I guess I've been living wrong up until now."

She laughed, rolled her eyes and walked off. I had to go after her to stop my curiosity.

"Why are you laughing? Was that funny?"

As soon as I had finished folding my coat, I placed it gently on the bed; Yuzuha insisted that she would welcome me into her home, according to her, it was her job as "hostess". We didn't argue about it, as I prefer to avoid unnecessary conflicts, but I was still hesitant about her decision, without even realizing it I could be putting her life and the lives of her loved ones in danger. But there's nothing i can do, you don't argue with stubborn people. Outside, the lights of the lamps illuminated the dark streets, and consequently, the glow of their flames reflected through the bedroom window, bringing me a nostalgic air of London - now far enough away to keep me locked into my new goals. I was startled when I heard the door latch turn abruptly, narrowly missing the small candle holder. But as soon as I realized who it was, I let my guard down. The girl stared at me for a few seconds before speaking:

"We're having dinner in a few minutes," she said, smiling gently, "my little brother will be here soon. Come along. "

After that, she left and walked to where the kitchen was supposed to be. In an impulsive act, I followed her wherever she went, hoping to be helped to do something, but everything was already done; her silverware properly organized on the dining table and the candles lit, strategically distributed around the kitchen, hoping to conserve lighting and save candles at the same time.

Another doorknob turned and I looked expectantly at the front door. All I found, however, was a tall man with long hair in a ponytail and small cut running from his lower lip to his upper lip, these lips having raised a rather warm smile - somewhat controversial given that he was holding an axe on his shoulder.

"Hakkai!" Yuzuha called out excitedly, going to meet the boy, but her excitement had been replaced by worry as soon as she grabbed her brother's ear "What did I tell you yesterday?! Don't you know how dangerous it is to be out at that hour?"

she asked exasperatedly.

"Calm down! Look, I'm fine!" He tried to convince her, but she still looked serious. And as soon as he rested her gaze on me, changed the subject to get around the sermon, "Is… A friend of yours?"

It was an embarrassing subject and one of the many reasons why i don't sleep in other people's houses - God, bless the inns and hotels. Now I was standing by the chair, staring at the floor, looking for some comfort.

"This is miss [Name]," Yuzuha replied, so I felt it was time to take the first step on my own. I approached the door and extended my hand in a casual greeting, which was quickly met with "she's spending the night with us tonight."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shiba." I nodded briefly and bowed.

"There's no need for such formality," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Welcome to Transylvania, miss."

I nodded again, then returned the comfortable smile.

"Now let's go to the table, I'm starving!" He warned, setting off towards the dining table, followed by Yuzuha, who quickly settled down next to the brunette.

"So, [Name], are you in town on business? Traveling?" Hakkai's question left me very indecisive and confused. I already had it in my mind that Yuzuha had selected my services on the sly, but not for a second did I think that even his brothers were unaware.

I thought for a few seconds, trying to come up with an excuse, but nothing came to mind, it was as if my ability to lie and the chance that I was putting a family in danger were fighting a great battle in my subconscious, where I slowly surrendered to reason and honesty - damn common sense - so I answered straight away:

"I'm here to hunt the vampire." I replied simplistically, while splitting the bread in two to dip it in the soup.

Hakkai, who was swallowing his food, choked on my comment and Yuzuha came to his rescue with a glass of water. I certainly shocked him. After all, you don't have dinner with a monster hunter every day. I bit into the bread with a certain brutality, which went unnoticed, luckily for me. The truth is that bringing up the subject of the 'vampire' only makes me more anxious and instigated to invade the Count's castle, which, according to rumors, is home to the bloodthirsty demon - but nothing confirms the information, since it's entirely based on theories and guesswork. Which only makes me agree more and more with myself that staying in this house wasn't the most rational decision I've ever made.

"How are you going to hunt the vampire? It's impossible!"

"Hakkai!" His sister scolded him.

"But I'm only saying this for her own good," he retorted, "not even exorcists or priests have the courage to hunt it down, you can't let her go out alone to hunt a vampire!"

"Hakkai, miss [Name] knows what he's doing!" The girl slammed both hands on the table, hard enough to silence her brother "No wonder she's a Van…"

"He's right." I agreed, getting up from my chair. "It's true that I'm just a foreigner who has no idea of my enemy's capabilities. So…"

I paused to pick something up from under the table, and in the meantime neither of them dared to say anything, they just waited patiently, anxious at the silence that had settled in the room; it wasn't difficult to hear the disruption in their breathing. Then I finished my speech:

"Tell me everything you know to help me catch the creature."

From under the table, I took out the heavy suitcase and placed it on the table. Both Shiba were curious about the contents, but were satisfied with my serious expression.

"Right…" Yuzuha relented, returning to her seat at the table "Hakkai, I'll be honest with you. I called her."

"How?" He stared at her in disbelief.

"I had no choice! If we continued to live under Taiju's orders, we'd end up dead! Like the cows in the Tachibana family pasture!"

"I understand! Calme down!" He readied himself to answer her, holding her shoulders calmly as her eyes grew watery just from exposing the truth that had weighed so heavily on her shoulders. "You know I'll support all your decisions. Your attitude was very brave, Yuzuha. But… Next time, let me know in advance, I'll listen to you no matter what."

He smiled understandingly as he stroked her hair. All I did was watch from afar and wait, until they turned to me, where I understood that they were ready to collaborate this time.

"The last time he showed up was last week," Hakkai explained, now that everyone at the table was tense, I listened attentively to what the Shiba brothers had to tell me, any information was valuable. "On Saturday, if I'm not mistaken, Hinata said that he would arrive late on Sunday, because he had to make a trip alone to buy what he needed for the farm animals. And when he arrived on Sunday morning, two of his cows were lying dead in the pasture. They were so thin and pale that they looked like crushed rotten fruit."

I saw Yuzuha put her hand under her mouth to hold back the disgust rising in her throat.

"It seems that your mother and brother are fine, but your father… He's not back from his trip yet," Yuzuka added, and I paid close attention, "but as she'd rather not risk it, he decided to rent a room in an inn in town. Now the farm and the animals are only living off the pasture where they left them so they wouldn't starve to death, but the likelihood of them being alive is extremely low at this point. Not counting the horses from a nearby farm, the animals that have survived are sick so far."

"I'm surprised the vampire didn't try to kill the girl's family… " I said in a whisper, and they both looked at me startled and then I realized my mistake "oh, sorry, sorry for my lack of sensitivity, I just thought it was really strange. "

"No, it's okay, even I was surprised the vampire didn't try to attack them in the middle of the night," Yuzuha replied, putting her arms together as she stared at the candle and its distorting flame. "A woman and her child alone and defenceless, that's strange... "

"On my journey, I heard various rumors about the Count's castle," I stared at them, looking for any trace of conceit in their eyes, "do you think the vampire might still be there?"

I asked, but then added:

"But before you answer, I want you to keep in mind that this could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, because until then he doesn't know I exist or that I'm after him. And if they do, they won't let their guard down for a second. So? Can you confirm this information?"

I knew I was putting them under pressure, but it was necessary. While we're talking, someone could be dying from the anemia acquired after the attack.

"'Confirm' would be a very precise term," Hakkai replied, taking my attention.

"What do you mean?"

"After the deaths in the pasture, the men from the trade went out to explore the forest during the day, including me and Hanagaki, Miss Tachibana's betrothed," Yuzuha frowned, hinting that this too had been kept secret until then."We found cuts in the trees and some fresh blood stains in the vicinity of the castle, nothing too significant, but it suggests that he's there."

"That was very helpful," I replied sincerely, "I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

"Speaking of vampires, where did Taiju go?" Hakkai asked, directing her gaze at her older sister, questioning.

She didn't care either, as long as the wretch turned up alive, everything was fine.

"He's going to stay in the church until daylight" His tone was slurred, with a roll of his eyes to finish off his displeasure "Kokonoi and Seishu really are poor bastards."

The brunette almost spat everything out because he wanted to laugh, but he covered his mouth before disaster struck. Yuzuha glared at him angrily.

"Sorry, it was unavoidable."

"Silly."

And he rolled his eyes again before bursting into laughter.

01h50 In the middle of the night

I woke up startled after hearing the window bang, but not a loud bang, something that could only wake me up, so I searched all the corners, as I pulled my sweater over my body and approached the window to close it. After that fright, I couldn't sleep a wink and I thought I could get up right now and find the vampire, but I gave in to tiredness for the moment; I hadn't rested the day before and I could barely doze on the way to Bran. I sat on the bed with the sheets covering my bare legs as I stared at the window and the darkness that surrounded the city. At least the yellowish glow kept me company in the lonely, morbid dawn. The vampire could be anywhere, in any house, in any corner of this city, and knowing that, I can't sleep. The damned won't leave any gaps. I need to act, and fast!

I paced back and forth, trying to pass the time, but I couldn't stand staring at the wood-paneled ceiling and the - now - closed curtains any longer.

I hurriedly put on my clothes and shoes. I picked up my suitcase and threw the dark cloak over my shoulders before leaving. I had to get through the window to make as little noise as possible, so I tied the sheets one by one and fastened them to the foot of the bed, before throwing myself off the window ledge, checking that I was securely tied and finally jumping.

And as Yuzuha had said: "the weather is getting colder".

I thought it was just a cordial comment to invite me into her house, but looking at the experience now I can say, the weather really is getting colder. I wandered through the streets, running down the alleyway between the houses - I needed a safe way to get to the forest. I ducked into an alleyway facing the street, hiding behind the house while staring at the stone floor that led to a path to the church in the distance. Not too close, but not too far either.

I clenched my jaw.

I ran past once more, and with the door open, I saw the inside of the chapel; all the faithful gathered, however, holding bladed weapons and flaming torches. I immediately realized what this was all about: the fools were planning to storm the castle, without even having the necessary preparation.

Now was not the time to waste thinking about what to do. I ran back to where the entrance to the town was supposed to be, then I remembered: There were no loose horses here.

Now behind a carriage, I noticed that the coachman was fast asleep, with his neck hanging over the wooden seat and a hat covering his eyes. I moved closer to check, and yes, he was definitely asleep. I placed the suitcase on the seat, very slowly, and as soon as I'd finished, I covered his face even more. I unceremoniously pushed him out of the wagon, and he jumped up and started shouting "You bastard, get back with my wagon!" and he continued shouting to the four winds, but I didn't hear the rest of the sentence, because I was already far into the forest, advancing through the darkness as the wagon rattled, my only source of light being the lamps hanging next to both windows.

Ahead, only the blackened ground and the hooves of the animals. I could feel the carriage jumping between the small stones so fast, if I kept going at this mad pace I'd wipe out the wheels in a matter of minutes.

The two brown horses were just following the road, galloping fast and with no idea of what might come next; a tree trunk, a rock or a hungry wolf at worst. I held on tightly to the ropes.

Little by little, I could see the castle and its stone towers rising between the trees. My heart was beating fast in my chest, so fast that I couldn't hold back the cynical smile that was gradually taking over the corner of my lips. Soon, the damned aristocrat of the night would be killed by my own hands. I can already feel the splinters of the wooden stake going through his heart as I stab him in the back.

By now, my hair was no longer covered by the cloak, in fact, it was only after all this wind that I noticed it was no longer tied around my shoulders, it had come loose and was flying away. Now, I'm mentally grateful that the skirt of my dress is long. Depending on the circumstances, I could be freezing to death, but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my blood is hotter than ever. A few more turbulent steps and I'll reach my destination, I just need to climb the hill and keep going straight, and I'll find what I'm looking for.

I smile contemptuously and continue towards the castela, feeling a few drops of rain falling on my face.

it will be bloody.

"Takashi…" The blond man call.

The aristocrat was sitting in the armchair near the fireplace, watching the flames crackle and make pops, pops that he found satisfying to his ears sensitive to the lowest noises and whispers. The blond boy was coming down the stairs when he spotted him, it had been almost a week and nothing, he didn't go out again to riot in the town, he just stood around the castle watching the bats flying and the villagers devoting their faith as they let themselves be consumed by the deepest chaos and the tremor of fear. Takashi no longer showed any signs of interest in what was going on outside, his interest was focused solely on the fireplace, where he tried to familiarize himself with the warmth - without much success - in order to feel more alive, more human.

The melancholy aristocrat of the night had long, lilac hair falling over his cheekbones, and was gently stroking his nose, something velvety and sweet, like the touch of loving human hands.

"What is it, Peh-Yan?" He asked adamantly, this time there was no sign of voracity in his gruff tone of voice, he was too bored, even more so after being shot by a farmer near the forest - the shotgun blast had hit him right in the ribs. His tailor's vest was now covered in crimson, and he hated that dirt on his fine clothes, so he made a point of walking with that closed cloak, wherever he went. The cloak was heavy and with a silver clasp on the front, it made him feel less helpless, less fragile and vulnerable.

If there was one thing Takashi hated, it was vulnerability, more specifically, his vulnerability. He hated looking weak, and that wound - freshly healed - was a fine example of weakness. He had terrorized countless people in his many centuries of life, and now, awakened from a long rest, he saw that he lacked what it took to reign again.

He swept his gaze in Peh-Yan's direction – his long-time friend – responding to his call amid the darkness that surrounded them.

"Do we have guests for tonight?" He approached the leather sofa and casually tossed his long black coat onto its arm.

"No," Came the straightforward reply.

Takashi had already noticed the turbulent and fast approach of something or someone to the castle; it hadn't been a very challenging task. Initially, he thought it could be a werewolf. However, it seemed to be something smaller, much smaller, yet the voracity and the desire for killing were comparable to that of a monster, leaving him intrigued. And the scent was somewhat... excentric. It had been many eras since Takashi had sensed such a palpable and delicious aroma; it was like catching the scent of the gods' feast a few miles away. If he concentrated well, he could even hear the vibrations of a little heart of the little mouse running swiftly towards the lion's mouth.

He felt his mouth salivate.

"So it means we have intruders," Peh-Yan commented with a sigh, closing his eyes and massaging the space between his eyes.

"From what I can see..." He flashed an arrogant smile, lazily recomposing his posture, "Excellent. I'm hungry."

"Don't overdo it."

"You're asking the wrong person for that, my dear friend."

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[blueshistorysims]

February 1923, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Byron’s 28th birthday passed with little fanfare. He didn’t even invite his mother to visit. Instead, he’d spent the last two months holed up in his house, writing correspondence with linguists, philologists, archeologists, etc. He’d taken up Samson’s suggestion and buried himself in his passions, and when someone asked for a person in the UK who could read and translate Akkadian and Aramaic along with fluency in Arabic, he’d eagerly volunteered himself, acting as an additional translator for recently found tablets. He’d gotten so into it that he’d even had replicas made so he could study them.

When he wasn’t doing that, he’d decided to pick up translating books again, though he used a different name for publishers, but after learning there were no official English translations of the complied tablets of the Epic of Gilgamesh that included recent discoveries, he’d thrown himself into it, spending nearly all day in his study and library all day, only leaving to sleep, eat, or bathe. It was an obsession, overtaking every other thought he had, but he supposed it was better than being depressed and drinking, even if it was still isolation

A week after his birthday, Byron received a short letter from Wilhelmina. 

Byron,

I haven’t heard from you in months. I hear you’ve been busy with all sorts of translation work, and I am interested to see what you will do with it—I doubt it is a coincidence that you are writing to the same publishing company my husband uses. Jack is about to publish his third book of poems, and we’re throwing a party to celebrate, and not to flatter myself, but I am a very good hostess, and most of our friends aren’t snobby little lords and ladies, but people I think you would like to get know, writers, artists, scholars, etc. both well known and unknown. Although Jack’s not a member of the Bloomsbury Group, he spends enough time with them I think he should be! It will be on the 2nd of March, Friday evening. The party starts at six, but I implore you to come early and stay with us for the week—there is a new exhibit at the British Museum featuring pre-Anglo-Saxon Celtic Britain, and with your knowledge and mastery of Common Brittonic, I fancy you would make a lovely guide and perhaps we’ll find a dirty phrase or two. I expect a telegram within the next two days once this letter arrives.

Warmest Regards (unless you fail to reply),

Wilhelmina Porter

He laughed, setting the letter down and shaking his head. Wilhelmina, he learned, was something of a hostess, and he’d heard of parties thrown by Jack Porter and his wife, though he’d never known it was her. But it wasn’t what he was thinking about. This, alongside being a letter from a friend, was also the first invitation he’d received since getting divorced, and in truth, he missed his heavy social life in New York, and while he wasn’t accepted among men of his noble rank, she was right. He longed to be in the social circles with the beliefs he held—so it didn’t take very long before he left the library to pack a suitcase for London.  

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[uramilf]

Ross request pls!! You’re in a successful girl group yourself and your boyfriend Ross comes to watch the opening night of your new tour not knowing what to expect, he’s flustered but trying to play cool all the way through watching your dance in revealing outfits but then wants you in any way possible after the show

This was incredibly fun to write. Thank you anon, you made my day with this ask xoxoxo

Hypnotised

Ross MacDonald x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Fingering, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, spit, spanking, Ross is sexy xox

MINORS NOT WELCOME!!!!!!! 18+

*Reader’s POV*

Holy shit, I thought to myself. I was nervous as fuck. It was the opening night on my band’s UK tour, and my boyfriend Ross was coming to see me perform for the first time in London. Ross and I had not been together overly long, and we had started dating during my band’s short break after our album release, so he hadn’t had a chance to see us live yet. I had invited him and some of our other friends to see the performance, and was scared shitless to see what they would think of it.

Grabbing my keys, phone and handbag, I left the house and locked the door behind me. My suitcases were packed and lying at the front door, ready to be moved onto the tour bus the next day before we left London. Ross would be joining me for the first few tour dates, thank God. I jumped in the car and drove to the venue; still a few hours until the show to sound check and get ready.

After a quick sound check with the three other girls in the band, we went backstage to get ready for the show. I had picked out my outfit earlier: a sheer black crop top with a red lace bralette underneath, a tight, short red leather skirt which revealed plenty of leg, black thigh high boots and a black leather jacket with a fur trim. I eyed myself in the mirror and holy shit: I looked hot.

I was sat in a chair by multiple older ladies who styled my hair into a perfectly messy updo, checked that my nails were flawless and applied my eyeliner, mascara, and startlingly bright red lipstick. I looked perfect. Ross was gonna lose his shit.

About half an hour passed whilst my band mates and I smoked, drank and laughed among ourselves, attempting to diffuse the nerves. Finally we got the news that it was showtime. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to see Ross before the show, but I had been informed that he had just arrived along with Matty, George, Charli, Adam, and Carly. I was thrilled that my boyfriend and so many of my newfound friends were able to see the show, especially as they were all such talented musicians, including Carly who didn’t have a career on music, but who I knew was working on the boys’ new album.

As we stepped out on stage, the crowd went wild. I squinted in the bright stage lights as my eyes adjusted and scanned the crowd for my friends. I found them quickly in the VIP section, Ross looking stunned. I shot him a grin and he smiled back, still looking slightly flustered. I guessed he was just a little overwhelmed with the idea of his girlfriend leaving on a countrywide tour.

*Ross’s POV*

As Y/N came onstage with the band, my mouth fell open and I struggled to close it again. She looked phenomenal. I had never seen her look so beautiful in the entire time I had known her. The stage lights illuminated her perfectly and she smiled like she belonged on the stage.

“Mate, she looks stunning,” Matty exclaimed. “I still don’t know how the fuck you managed to pull her.”

I frowned slightly at my friend’s infatuation with my girlfriend. “Shut up Matty,” I elbowed him. “Bur yeah, you’re right, she looks incredible.”

Before long, Matty’s attention was on the beautiful blonde female guitarist, who was wearing a very short low cut dress and would no doubt go home from the after party with him.

Y/N began singing, her voice angelic. Her movements however, were far from that. She swung her hips and strutted around the stage confidently, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. I was absolutely hypnotised by her. She kept leaving me wanting more; I needed to see more of her body, needed to feel her, needed to hear her perfect voice talk dirty to me. Halfway through her set, she ditched her jacket, allowing me (and the thousands of other people in the venue) to see the red bralette I had just bought her for her birthday. I was slightly jealous that all my friends and all her fans were able to see her looking like that, but secretly thrilled that I was the one who had bought her the skimpy article of clothing. I knew she had worn it just for me. I prayed Matty didn’t notice how tight my trousers were becoming, as he would have a great time telling the other guys later.

*Y/N’s POV*

As our set finished up and I threw my guitar pick to a fan in the front row, I grinned one more time at Ross and said my final goodbyes to the crowd. We left the stage, sweaty and exhausted but otherwise elated. I couldn’t wait to see Ross, to find out what he thought of the show. I ran back to the dressing room to clean myself up, change into a short black dress that showed plenty of cleavage and a pair of heels that would hopefully get me close enough to my boyfriend’s giant height to kiss him. Just as I was about to leave the dressing room, a knock sounded at the door. I opened it to see him standing there, an obvious bulge in his trousers and a wide grin on his face. I ignored his hard-on and leapt into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up. One of his arms was around my middle, the other hand resting on my ass, making me smile. He seemed to need minimal effort to pick me up; his strength was a total turn-on. My hands cupped his face and I pressed me lips to his, kissing him passionately. His soft lips moved against mine, his beard ticking my face. He pulled away and set me down on the ground, holding my hands in his and gazing into my eyes.

“Darling, you were incredible. You were perfect. You couldn’t have had a better start to your tour. And that outfit; oh my god. I wanted to get up on that stage and take you in front of all those people.”

Without giving me time to answer he crashed his lips into mine again, lifting me back up and tossing me down on the sofa in the corner of the dressing room.

Ross dropped to his knees and pulled my dress up around my hips. Pulling my black thong to one side he thrust two fingers into my already soaked pussy. I screamed his name and my eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers upwards, brushing my g-spot. I could see him becoming harder and harder; I could tell he was desperate for release but was determined to make me feel good first. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, his other hand creeping up to rub my clit. One of my hands gripped the arm of the sofa, the other was tangled up in his long hair, pulling gently. Before I could cum, Ross stood up and unbuttoned his black dress trousers, kicking them to the side. My eyes widened. “Babe, what if we get caught?”

“Don’t worry Y/N my love, everyone’s already gone to the after party. I said I was coming to find you. Don’t stress, Matty totally knows what we’re doing back here. He won’t let anyone come near us.”

Ross reached forward and yanked the neckline of my dress down, exposing my tits. He hovered over me, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I let him devour me, not worrying about the marks he would no doubt leave on me. He sucked on the skin around my nipple, marking me with dark red and purple splotches. He moved up to my neck, leaving matching marks in various locations on my throat.

Without wasting any more time, Ross pulled me up and turned my around, bending me over to stand with my ass up and my hands on the back of the sofa holding me up. He pulled my dress up further around my middle. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and whispered “I love you darling,” into my ear, making me whimper in anticipation. Ross pulled my underwear down and I stepped out of them, and I felt him line himself up with my slick entrance.

Ross pushed into me roughly, causing me to cry out and him to moan my name. He didn’t hesitate, fucking me in an animalistic manner like he had been told this was the last time he could ever touch me. His grip on my waist was tight, fingertips digging into my sides, making me whine.

“Fuck Ross, harder baby,” I moaned loudly.

“I’m close Ross, please fuck me harder.”He placed a firm smack on my ass and I whined again, before he began to slow his pace a little to stop me from cumming too quickly. His thrusts remained rough and hard, but slower now. I cried out, begging him to go faster, harder. I needed him to ruin me.

After fucking me slowly for a few minutes, Ross picked up the pace again and began fucking into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. His tip hit my g-spot every single time he thrusted into me. I could feel his skin slapping against mine, and the room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and heavy breathing, my whiney moans and the occasional firm slap landing on my ass.

I reached down to rub my clit, chasing my orgasm. The pressure in my stomach was building, and my cunt was clenching wildly around Ross’s cock. I could feel every ridge and vein on his dick, his tip hitting the spot I needed the most. My orgasm crept up on me, and suddenly I was screaming as I came on his cock.

“Fuck Ross! Fuck me harder!”

Without warning, Ross pulled out of me and released all over my ass and bare lower back, his warm cum beginning to drip down the back of my thigh. He dropped down and licked a stripe up my thigh, cleaning up his own mess before pulling me into his chest and spitting his cum onto my tongue. I swallowed, the salty taste of him making my heart rate increase. He kissed me hungrily, and when he pulled away his lust filled eyes still roamed my tits.

“Sorry about the marks, darling. I should have been gentler.”

“Are you kidding Ross? That was amazing. I want you to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

He smirked and grabbed a tissue from the nearby table to clean me up properly, before pulling my dress back down over my ass and up to cover my tits again. However, it definitely didn’t come up far enough to hide the hickeys on my neck or chest. Ross swiped under my thumb to get rid of some stray mascara that had come off when my eyes watered from the size of him stretching me out. He then dressed himself again, not without slipping my underwear into his jacket pocket and winking. As sweet as he was, everyone seemed to underestimate how dirty he could be behind closed doors. Seemingly back into loving boyfriend mode, he didn’t put his suit jacket back on, instead draping it over my shoulders and wrapping a big arm around me as we left the venue and walked down the street to the club the party was being held at. I looked up at him and smiled; my gorgeous, dirty, perfect boyfriend.

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[octuscle]

How to become the fuck whore (remake)

Lawrence was ruined. Really broke. He had lost his job. He had lost his apartment. And the suitcase containing the last of his belongings had been stolen. Now he was standing on the street in the rain, waiting for lightning to strike him. That would have been the best solution. He was now in his late 50s, had never had any further training and was unathletic. He saw no prospects for himself.

Just as he was considering whether he should really throw himself off a bridge, a group of obviously drunk partygoers came by. "Dude, you look like shit!" said one of the young lads. "Do you need help?". It didn't matter now, his dignity was already shot to hell. So Lawrence began to cry bitterly and told his story. The boys around him were embarrassed at first. But then one of them started grinning and whispering with the others, interrupting Sebastian's lament. "Mate, come and join us. One of our roommates is abroad for a semester. You can have his room for a few days."

A few minutes later, Lawrence was sitting in the kitchen of the shared student flat. He had grabbed a jogging suit from the wardrobe of the guy whose room he was staying in. A little tight in the waistband. A little loose at the top. The boy obviously had a sporty figure. It felt a little strange to be an old man sitting among all the young guys. The boys all knew each other from the sports college, two were assistants there and three were still studying. They were all well-built and handsome alphas! He didn't fit in here. But Lawrence had no other choice.

After three beers and a joint, his eyes closed. He apologized and threw himself on his bed. As he fell asleep, he noticed the smell of sweat from the bedding. And he wondered why such sporty young people drank, smoked and smoked pot. But he didn't care. He had already fallen asleep.

When he woke up, the sun was shining. He had to orientate himself for a short while until Lawrence knew where he was and who he was again. In any case, he was well rested. And he felt better than he had for a long time. In his borrowed jogging suit, he went into the shared bathroom to pee. And a glance in the mirror confirmed it: the night had done him good. Maybe everything really was going to be okay. The bathroom looked just as he had imagined the bathroom of a shared student flat would look. Dirty, untidy. So he made himself useful. The others still seemed to be asleep, at least he didn't hear a sound. When he had finished with the bathroom, he continued in the kitchen, where there were still dishes from the week. And while he was washing up, two of the boys came into the kitchen. They had obviously both been jogging, sweat shone on their bare torsos and they were breathing heavily. Sebastian handed them both a glass of water and asked if he should make breakfast. The two boys grinned at each other and exchanged a fist bump. And ordered scrambled eggs and coffee.

For the rest of the day, Lawrence cleaned the apartment until you could have eaten off the floor in any room. He'd also been to the laundrette and neatly folded and put away the laundry that didn't need ironing. He had planned to iron the rest of the laundry that evening. The boys had come and gone, had food made in between and had no problem leaving a trail of devastation each time. But Lawrence thought it was only fair to tidy up and clean again. He found himself getting a hard cock more and more often at the sight of the boys. Why did they all have to walk around the apartment bare-chested? Or completely naked.

Larry was allowed to come into the living room of the shared flat to iron. The boys lounged on the sofa and zapped through various series. Every now and then they jerked each other off. Every now and then someone would ask for a beer or a sandwich. Larry then interrupted his ironing to go to the kitchen. It was already late when he was finally able to go to bed. But he wanted to tidy up the last remnants of the TV evening before he went to bed himself. He had already taken off the top of his tracksuit. And while he was cleaning the bathroom mirror, which was already smeared again, he realized that he didn't look so bad with his naked upper body. And as he lay in bed, he noticed that his room was the only one in which the beds hadn't been freshly made. And it hadn't been cleaned yet.

When Larry got up the next morning to get bread rolls and make breakfast, something was different. The top of his tracksuit was stretched across his chest. And he had difficulty pulling his pants up over his thighs. Maybe he would have to rummage through the closet later to find something better to wear. But now he had to hurry. The first of his masters were about to leave for their morning jog. He had to have breakfast ready by the time they got back.

As soon as he got back from the bakery, he had to take off his sweatshirt. It was far too tight. Besides, it was rude to cover his tits when he was allowed to see his masters'. And his tits were something he was proud of. He was proud of his whole body. But as his masters' cleaning slave and fuckwhore, he also had a duty to do his best.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction #ai image

[skzhocomments]

Mafia Book #2 - PART I - The Black Iris - Chapter 8 - The bad guy

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Chapter 7 | PART II - The Withered Rose

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PART I - THE BLACK IRIS

Chapter 8 - The bad guy

chapter word count: 4k words

~10 hours before flying to Italy~

~Iris' POV~

"You finished packing?" Chris asked without raising his gaze from the newspaper in his hands. We were both in the kitchen; I was making a coffee, and he was waiting for everyone to come back from whichever errand they were on.

"Yea. All done. Why are you reading the newspaper?"

"Sometimes enemy gangs organise rebellions and form alliances by using keywords in the columns."

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Yes way. Look, this one for example might sound normal to the general public."

He handed me the newspaper where a column was highlighted.

~

"Monthly gardeners meeting: Seeking passionate rose gardeners.

Would your heart bloom along the red roses? Would you find joy in discussing this passion among other gardeners?

If so, contact us at X5DK20 and inquire about our monthly meetings."

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"This... makes no sense."

"It's the perfect advertisement. A person with no interest in gardening wouldn't even pay it any mind, let alone read it carefully enough to figure out it's a sham. Someone who would actually care about gardening would just call and they'd be told it's not available."

"But... what? I don't get it. How would you know...?"

"Why don't you give it a try?" He pointed to my mobile phone that was lying on the table screen down. "Call and see what they say."

I grabbed it reluctantly and dialled the number, and someone responded after a few rings.

"Hello, I saw an ad in the newspaper about a monthly gardeners meeting?"

"Yes, thank you for calling, could you please tell us the three most important roses for any garden?"

"Three most important roses?" I look at Chris, who just shrugged and chuckled.

"We are sorry ma'am. It appears all the spots for the meeting have been occupied. Thank you for your interest." And with that, they hung up.

"See?" Chris was still chuckling.

"I'm super confused right now."

"There used to be a powerful Mafia called The Scarlet Rose. They've been trying to revive it for some time."

"Oh, didn't you mention it before? The woman you loved was part of it, right...?"

He nodded. "We've been trying to find all the people who want to bring that mafia back, but we haven't had too much success yet. When you're back from Italy, you have to get to work too." He smiled, and I chuckled.

"Of course. Han taught me a lot. I will help him."

"Good. By the way, Minho has one last meeting to finish up all the details for the shipment, and said he'll meet you at the airport. Since I.N is the only one here with nothing to do, he's gonna take you."

I nodded. I've never actually spoken to I.N until now, so I bet the three-hour long trip to the airport will be really fun.

~

A few hours later, an uncertain knock on the door, barely audible, took me out of my thoughts.

"We should get going. Ready?" Jeongin asked as soon as I opened the door.

I nodded and he stepped in the room uninvited, grabbing the two suitcases.

"Wait, let me-"

"That's fine." He shrugged me off and brushed over me, carrying both suitcases down the stairs. When we reached the car, he put everything in the trunk and hopped in the driver's seat, without paying me any mind.

I settled myself in the passenger seat next to him and he turned on the radio and started to drive without saying anything to me.

The airport was pretty far away, and after a little while of going through fields and forests, the road became quite familiar, but it was hard to tell.

"Oh, I think I recognise this place." I started, and eyed Jeongin, but he didn't show anything on his face.

"Really?" He asked drily.

"Yea, I believe this is where you've buried Emilia, right?"

He side-eyed me and hummed a bit.

Something seemed off, for some reason. Was it his mannerisms that were sending alarm bells to my brain?

"Chris told me you don't go there that often."

"Mhm."

"Too bad we don't have enough time, we could've paid her a visit." I pressed further, but he just shrugged.

Something about his indifference made my mind uneasy.

"I love that you buried her next to that large chestnut tree. It's really beautiful."

"Thanks."

I froze.

Jeongin buried her alone.

He never comes to her grave.

But still, he loved her as much as Chris.

Something doesn't add up.

Why doesn't he remember what the place he buried her looks like?

"Except there's no tree." I whispered and looked at him uneasy, and he gulped.

"It's been a long time since I've been there." He replied quietly.

Still, it didn't add up. You don't forget shit like this, especially since it's a defining event that builds you as a person. Burying the one you love is traumatising enough to make you remember every fucking small detail.

He kept silent the rest of the ride and I was deep in thought, trying to make sense of the newly found information. Jeongin was behaving too weird, and maybe other people wouldn't have noticed, but I spent many years observing mannerisms, and I couldn't help but notice the way he leaned back in his seat and the strength with which he held the wheel. Also, he kept tapping his index finger on the wheel and he seemed tense. Actually, he seemed like he tried not to seem tense.

Jeongin loved Emilia.

He was the last person to see her alive, and he buried her on his own.

He never comes to her grave. Moreover, he doesn't remember what that place even looks like.

And then, the penny dropped, my mind suddenly becoming clearer.

He never comes to her grave

Because she's not there.

Jeongin pulled into the airport's parking lot and took off his safety belt, and as he was preparing to get out of the car, I decided to speak up.

"She's not dead, is she?"

He stayed silent.

My breath became ragged.

"You never buried her. It's an empty grave." It felt like the start of a manic episode, and I wanted nothing more than to drive back to her grave and start digging, to check myself if there really isn't anything buried in there.

He looked at me sharply, his brows furrowed.

"What makes you say that?"

"Jeongin, don't play dumb."

He started trembling slightly, but tried to keep his composure.

"That's why I didn't want to speak to you... fuck."

He cursed, and I stood silent, watching him. When his eyes met mine, he let out another curse, then spoke.

"I dug a grave for her..."

"But she's not dead."

"I don't know..."

"Jeongin-"

"Chris can't know about this. He can't. I promised her-"

"He won't. But I need you to walk me through what happened. What really happened."

Jeongin shook his head and closed his eyes. It was obvious that this was hard on him as well.

"I-" Just as he started to talk, a knock on our window interrupted us. Minho grinned happily and opened my door, cupping my cheeks and pecking my lips.

Fucking timing.

"How's my favourite girl doing? Ready to go to Italy?"

"... yes, I'm ready." I replied, reluctant to get out of the car. Still, I got out and retrieved the two suitcases from the trunk, and Minho and I started walking towards the entrance.

I threw Jeongin one last glance, and he nodded briefly to signal goodbye. I cursed in my head more than ever, because I had Jeongin, and I would've found out every last piece of this mystery if Minho hadn't come at that exact same time.

We went inside the airport and passed through security check, and we hopped on a plane one hour later. Minho slept the whole flight, getting back his missed night's rest while he was away to figure out how the shipment to Italy was going to happen, and I was deep in my thoughts, knowing that Jeongin's secret had the power to either drive Chan crazy, or turn him completely mad.

I wasn't sure what to do with this newfound information. Actually, I wasn't sure if I should do anything at all, or just keep silent and pretend I've never learnt of this horrible misfortune. The only thing that was certain, though, was that I needed to tell Minho as soon as possible, because this shouldn't be my burden to bear alone, and then we'd figure out what to do, together.

~

~6 days later~

~third person POV~

"Honey, I'm home~" Minho sang while opening the door to Iris' and his holiday home. It was a small cottage on the outskirts of the town; it had a beautiful garden full of flowers, signalling an early beginning of spring.

The temperature wasn't too bad either. Quite warm, Iris would say, as she basked under the sun's warm rays, smelling the sweet fragrance of lilies and daffodils. Except she couldn't exactly enjoy it because she's been worried sick.

"You're home? Minho, is that seriously what you're telling me after almost making me have a heart attack?! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well, nothing happened! I'm here in one piece! See? Both legs, both arms, 20 fingers, all teeth!" He showed Iris each body part, chuckling a bit at his lover's worried expression.

"Minho!"

"Aww, not even married yet and she's already nagging me!" He joked again, pinching Iris' cheek, but the girl wouldn't budge. She was already wary of being left at home to wait for him while he goes alone to finish up the trade, and after waiting for him for a few days, agonising about what he could be doing or where he's at, this indifferent attitude of his really pissed her off. He noticed it as well, so he quickly changed his stance, and tried to emphasise again that he's well and nothing happened. "Come on, doll, I'm truly fine. Don't you think I'm even more handsome now that you haven't seen my face in 6 days?"

"That's not funny." She furrowed her brows. "You said you'll be gone for a day. It's been 6. I thought you were dead."

"Iris... look, it took a bit longer than expected because one of our-"

"-shipments got caught at customs." She cut him off. "Yea, I know. Chris told me, after I called him 100 times to see if he knew anything."

"Woah, straight to the boss, I see!" He gasped. "I'm truly sorry for worrying you, I didn't mean to. My phone died and I forgot to bring the external charger. Amateur mistake."

"Did no one have a fucking charger over there?"

"We were in an old mill. No electricity whatsoever, and no one was allowed to leave until the issue's been sorted out."

Iris stood silent, so Minho wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. It was obvious she was still quite upset, but she was also relieved to see him alive.

"You can't die before we get married." She whispered, and he chuckled.

"Can I die after, then?"

"No. You can't. You're forced to grow old with me, to get wrinkles and become ugly."

"I will never become ugly." He retorted.

"And I will never become a young widow. And you are never going alone again."

"Okay love. I'm sorry." He put his hands on her face and pecked her nose. "Shall we go get married, then?"

Minho grabbed Iris' hand and took her to the garden, collecting a couple of flowers and improvising a bouquet. Then, he took her to a small arch made of green leaves and branches in the cottage garden where three people were patiently waiting for them.

"A priest?" She whispered, shocked. Neither of them was religious, but Minho wanted to do this by the book; he talked to the town's priest and even hired two random people to be their witnesses. "When did you even arrange this?"

"Surprise!" He chuckled. "We're doing this right. Except for the giving away part, because I'm not letting a random stranger give you away to me." He muttered quickly, and they both walked to the arch, holding hands.

The priest then began the short ceremony, and Iris could barely hold in her laughter, because everything was in damn Italian, which she couldn't speak at all. Sure, she knew her "Ciao"sand "Grazie"s, but other than that, she could only guess what the dude dressed in white was talking about.

When the moment came for them to say their "I do's and kiss, both felt the happiest in the world.

~

"I'm freaking starving. Maybe we should head to the town and grab a bite." Minho spoke, cuddled up to the crook of his now-wife's neck.

"No mood for cooking today?" She chuckled and gently petted his hair.

"No, I wanna rest up a bit." 

"So let's go get lunch, hm?"

They slowly got dressed and decided to walk until the centre of the town and enjoy the sun for a bit more until they had to go back. They had a few days of paradise left, but Minho still had to go back home and give Chris all the important documents and intel regarding the trade, and other possible expansion plans throughout Europe. Iris also wanted to get to work, to prove herself somehow that she could truly be part of Stray Kids, not just as Minho's wife, but also as a valuable asset. This didn't mean that she wouldn't wish she had more time on her honeymoon with Minho.

They sat down outside at a small metal table in front of a little restaurant, one of the few in town, and sipped on a hot coffee while waiting for their meal to arrive.

~Iris' POV~

It was truly relaxing to just sit like this and watch the people in this town go by with their daily lives. Some people were sitting around tables, just like Minho and I, drinking lemonades and smiling ear to ear, or laughing while sharing stories; other people were hurrying to work (or so I assumed), others were already working, like the server who just brought us two drinks we decided to get as desserts.

The street itself was pretty. Despite this being a small town, people were very civilised; there was no trash on the ground, the antique buildings were taken care of well, and the centre had it all: a few restaurants, a flower shop, a bookstore, a souvenir shop and a mini market. Nothing was missing.

"Oh?" I tilted my head after noticing a little girl running out of the flower shop.

"What is it?" Minho smiled.

"That little girl there is soooooo cute!" I exclaimed and squirmed with happiness. "Her hair is so pretty and curly! Don't you think so?" I asked, and Minho turned around briefly to see the girl I was pointing to.

"Oh my, yes, she's so cute! Should we go back to our house and make one?"

"Minho!" I playfully slapped his arm.

"What?!"

"Do you think it's okay for her to be alone like that on the street?" I frowned. "Oh, nevermind, her mother is apparently getting her back."

After saying this, I diverted my attention to the paper straw in the lemonade, while Minho turned around to watch the scene unfold.

Damn, I fucking hate paper straws.

"Iris." Minho said, and I raised my gaze to notice he seemed distressed all of a sudden.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked, my heart starting to beat out of my chest.

"... can you please go to that flower shop and get yourself a bouquet of whatever flowers they have?" He asked in a breath, and I didn't understand what got him so agitated. Still, I nodded unsurely and grabbed the money he handed to me and made my way to the flower shop.

~

"Ciao!" The woman at the register spoke cheerfully.

"Hello." I replied and smiled.

"Oh, a foreigner." The woman laughed.

She seemed around my age, and was wearing a long, black fitted dress and a bright red lipstick. She was beautiful, and oddly familiar. It felt like I saw her somewhere before, but I wasn't entirely sure...

"Yes, you as well?" I laughed back, when her daughter made her way towards me, her soft curls bouncing up and down with each of her little steps. "Oh my, you have such an adorable daughter!"

"Thank you, she's almost 3, and a menace!"

"Is that so? Are you making mommy upset?" I pinched her cheeks, and she chuckled.

"So, would you like to buy some flowers?"

"Oh, yes, I'd like a-"

"-bouquet of white lilies, please." Minho's voice came from behind me, cutting me off.

"Minho?" I turned my head around, and everything happened in a flash: the woman ran towards her daughter and grabbed her from me, and Minho reacted immediately as well, trying to get between me and her.

I don't know who was faster, but the next thing I remember is feeling a powerful blow to the back of my head.

~

Ugh... this hurts...

I slowly tried to open my eyes, but the pounding headache in my head was making it hard to.

"... and that's how I ended up here." A voice I didn't recognise spoke.

Ah... it's probably the woman...

"Fucking hell..." Minho replied.

"I hope you understand why I can't come back with you, Minho. I'm sorry."

What's going on...?

"No, Emilia, I'm the one who's sorry. I know you probably hate Chris. Hell, you probably hate me, and everyone else, but-"

"Yes, you're right. I fucking loathe all of you."

"Some tea?" A man whose voice I also couldn't recognise asked.

"What, are you some sort of fucking housewife?" The woman spat.

"You and that rotten mouth of yours. What if Ivy hears you?"

I finally managed to sit up straight, massaging the back of my head with my hand.

"Iris, you're awake!" Minho sat up from his chair and ran up to me. I glanced around the room and saw the woman sitting at a round table and sipping tea. Her back was straight, her red lips stained the coffee cup, and her dress reached her ankles still. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine... my head hurts a bit... what happened?"

"Emilia hit you." He sighed.

"Sorry 'bout that!" Emilia chuckled slightly.

"Wait, Emilia, as in-"

"Chan's lover." Minho clarified, and my eyes grew wide. I couldn't believe it.

I already knew she was still alive, but what were the chances of us bumping into her in a random small town in Italy?

"Am I that popular?" She chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Minho's wife."

"I have a name." I stood up and headed to her, handing my hand out for a shake. "Iris."

Emilia's gaze was so sharp, I was afraid it would cut, and the darkness in her eyes was so deep, it was hard to read her.

"Emilia, but oh well, you know that already."

"I do. So, this is where you were hiding." I glanced around the room again; simple décor, and a few photographs of her daughter – Ivy? – on display.

Minho looked at me with confusion, and Emilia's smile dropped from her lips.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.

"I mean – I was really wondering where you were, after I found out that the pretty grave Jeongin dug for you is empty."

The room grew silent.

"Iris... what are you talking about?" Minho asked, as if hoping he heard me wrong. "Did you... know about this?"

I sighed.

"I found out the day we left to Italy and was planning to tell you about this as soon as our honeymoon was over-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He grabbed my arm, seething with rage. "Fuck the honeymoon,"

Ouch

"this is the type of shit you should be telling me about immediately."

"Did Jeongin tell you?" Emilia stood up and asked in a whisper, as if she could no longer breathe. "Does... does Chris also know?"

"No." I shook my head, and Minho's hand away; his grip was starting to hurt. "He's kept your secret, no matter how much it fucked him up. How could you force that kid to grow up like that? Do you know how distressed he's been?"

"Don't you dare judge me for it." She spat. "It was a life and death decision for me, and you would've done the same thing given the circumstances."

I looked back at Minho, who was still angry at me – I could see it on his face. Still, he grabbed my hand, gently this time, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it. He mouthed an "I'm sorry", and I nodded.

"Chris can't know about this." She started shaking her head left and right erratically. "He can't. I can't see him. I don't want to-"

"Emilia, calm down." The younger man who brought the tea put his hands on her shoulders, making her sit back down.

"How the fuck can I be calm, Wooyoung?!" She raised her voice and looked at me and Minho, venom in her eyes. "If Chan finds out-"

"He'll come find you." I finished her sentence.

"No. He can't. Minho, please-"

Minho squeezed my hand and looked at me. I knew what he wanted to do. I knew it wasn't right, and that we shouldn't do this. But Minho's priority was his Mafia's well-being, and my priority was Minho, so I couldn't care less about anyone else, no matter how empathetic I could get.

"I'm sorry, Emilia, but ever since you died, Chris has been a fucking mess..." Minho started. "You're the only one who can make him be... his old self."

"Fuck that. Fuck Chris. Fuck YOU!"

"You have to come back with us." I insisted and released Minho's hand, taking a cautious step towards Emilia.

"No. Not in a million years. I will never come back."

"You have his child." I continued insisting, and she burst out into a hysterical laugh.

"So what? Does he deserve a chance at parenting? Ivy baby, look, this is your daddy. He almost killed mommy and you, and he stepped on her heart repeatedly, but that's okay, because he feels bad about it!"

"I'm sorry, but it's just the way it will be." I looked at her with compassion. I knew it was unfair to her, but she needed to come back.

No, she wouldn't magically fix everything wrong within Chris. Who knows how he'll even react? But she still needed to come back.

Minho would never let her go anyway, now that he knows.

"Fuck your fake-ass compassion." She laughed again, and then I noticed she froze. "Are you seriously threatening me right now? After ruining everything for me?"

I turned around to see what she was talking about, and there was Minho, his gun raised and pointed directly towards Emilia. The other man – Wooyoung – started moving, moment when I took my gun out as well, forcing him to stay in place. I still didn't know how to use it properly, but they didn't need to know that.

"I can't believe you two." Emilia laughed again. "I invite you into my house to talk, and you dare threaten me. How fucking rude you two are. Truly a match made in heaven." She spat.

"I don't want to threaten you. We were the ones who were wrong. But if you don't come back willingly... You leave me no choice."

"So, shoot me, then! Fucking shoot me and end this already, Minho!" She shouted. "I'm not coming with you!"

"No..." He shook his head. "I won't take you with us if you don't want it, Emilia. I'm just saying that... if you won't come, we're gonna stay just like this while Iris goes to the other room and grabs your daughter. She's gonna take her to Chris and explain everything, and that's it."

"You wouldn't." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Try me."

"Fuck you."

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you!" She shouted harder.

"So, will you come with us?" Minho asked again. He phrased it as if she actually had a choice, which she didn't. It was like that saying: when you only have two choices, you have no choice at all.

"Wooyoung," she started, her voice trembling. "what in the world..."

"I think we have to go with them, Shade..."

"But..."

"Would you let them take Ivy?" Wooyoung whispered. He was distressed as well. It was too cruel, but sometimes you have to be the bad guy in someone else's life.

I was sure that's how Emilia perceived me and Minho.

We were unscrupulous villains who were here to break down everything she built, until nothing was left standing.

And unfortunately she was right.

~

~THE END OF PART ONE – THE BLACK IRIS~

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PART TWO – THE WITHERED ROSE (coming soon)

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(A/N) Hello!

We finally reached the end of The Black Iris and I'm so excited for this ending.

Emilia is back!

Part II is in the making right now, so we're going to have a bit of a hiatus unfortunately, but still, thank you for being patient with me and for reading until now!

What are your thoughts? What's going to happen from now on?

Does Chris have any chance to be forgiven?

I'm so excited to keep writing this story!

Thank you again!

Yours truly,

Storm

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Chapter 7 | PART II - The Withered Rose

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for the omegaverse au, who is the alpha and who is the omega?

Explain my non-standard omegaverse system, thereby clarifying important themes and plot points within my story?? Don’t mind if I do!!!!!

I was going to do this anyway at some point because I know a lot of people avoid A/B/O due to some widely used tropes. If you (whoever reading this) are potentially interested in my story but hesitant due to past omegaverse experiences, this may help you make a final decision. Here’s a quick rundown of my treatment of common tropes in list form, and THEN I will answer your very simple question.

When in heat, do male omegas feel an unstoppable, uncontrollable horniness that overpowers any reluctance to have sex?

Not in my omegaverse. Dubcon winds up in a lot of omegaverse story tags because of this trope. But in my version of A/B/O, a male omega’s heat symptoms can look like any number of things. Horniness can be a symptom, but it isn’t for everyone. And even when it is, it presents itself like more of an itch that wants to be scratched. If a male omega in heat is horny but isn’t around someone he wants to fuck, then he will not fuck. This will cause him to feel irritated, though. If sex is among his body’s primary ways to feel safe during a heat and accrue the most biological resources, he may go on to have a really bad time psychologically. But at no point will he be trying to have sex he doesn’t want to have.

Mpreg?

Not in my omegaverse. I have no beef with it, it just doesn’t play a role in my stories. However, I would like to point out that trans, intersex, asexual, and other flavors of queer people exist within my universe. So a male person WITH a uterus could get pregnant if they were able to.

When alphas are in rut, do they possess an uncontrollable urge to mate with someone in heat?

No, and I call that out explicitly in Marrying the Hangman as a line alphas use in court to try and get out of assault charges. Do bigoted in-universe people actually believe this happens? Yes. Does it actually happen? No.

Are alpha and omega designations synonymous with ‘top’ and ‘bottom,’ ‘dom’ and ‘sub,’ respectively?

Absolutely not! Anyone could be any combination of these things, including vers/switch. A male omega in heat who experiences horniness might personally scratch that itch by way of topping in a more assertive manner, for example. I refer to being alpha/beta/omega as a biological sex, not a gender.

The biggest reason why I chose to piggyback this info on that ask submission is because the answer to the question of who is alpha and who is omega is loaded with assumptions due to the nature of commonly seen tropes. So when I say

Maverick is the alpha and Ice is the omega

that does not impact their characterization in the ways you [general You] might think. I saw a post a while ago scoffing at the idea of Iceman being an omega, and that is almost certainly because ‘male omega’ generally amounts to the following overpacked suitcase of assumptions: passive, helpless, sex-obsessed, ditzy. None of those things apply to Ice. While we’re here, none of those traits are inherently Bad, either. It is our treatment of our assumptions and not merely the assumptions themselves that speak to our biases. They just don’t apply to MY story. Ice IS omega. He’s also still Ice.

The big question, then:

So what is the purpose of heating and rutting?

In my verse, each of the six ‘standard issue’ biological sexes come with their own niche to fill. It’s not just about steamy smut. There are Reasons, god help me, why humans evolved four distinct hormonal/pheromonal types. And sex makes up but one piece of a massive evolutionary tapestry.

We humans are strongest in groups, yes? We form communities. We specialize so that no one has to do everything. We protect our own. My omegaverse reflects that. Heats and ruts, as a result, are all about creating and maintaining those social bonds. And sometimes, that involves sex.

For plot purposes, I focus the most on male alphas and male omegas, but here is a rundown of all six sexes.

Typing Characteristics

Male Omegas

0.001% of male population

In-universe stereotypes that are based on bias, not fact: ditzy, impulsive, irresponsible, unintelligent, weak-willed, slutty, high-strung

Average sperm count

Produce slick

Throw out a LOT of Find Me pheromones during a heat—sex was one of evolution’s many great ideas on how to attract and subsequently recruit nearby alphas/betas as protection and (ideally) long term partners.

Evolved to be community leaders. Their hormones are very chatty, always reaching out pheromonally to make connections with other types. The thing that makes them unique is their ability to synthesize pheromonal bonds between individual people. In the same way periods will sync up among people in proximity who have them, a male omega’s pheromones get all of their People on the same heat/rut schedule to maximize group power and efficiency. When they heat, that ability becomes especially strong.

A male omega’s heat is driven by an external goal. Once a month, their bodies release a stockpile of hormones that compel them to identify and carry out ‘missions’ that strengthen their community. They take more risks (with success) during this time, relying on their sharp senses and protectors to balance out any dangers. [see notes for more clarification]

Their biologically-driven goal is to become the center of a community that helps nurture and protect their unique gift. Because they are so singularly focused on their goal during a heat, they need protection. Alphas and betas offer them that protection.

Heats can go ‘bad’ for a number of reasons. The two main triggers for heat sickness (toxic hormone accumulation) are (1) failing to have their personal heat care requirements met and (2) catastrophically failing to achieve their goal.

Male Alphas

30% of male population

In-universe stereotypes that are based on bias, not fact: sexually aggressive, domineering, always horny, can’t think too horny!

Higher than average sperm count

Somewhat more likely to produce more male alpha children

Strong instinct to provide for and protect their People

American taboo: male alphas don’t bottom. It just isn’t done! That’s for wimmin and gays [male omegas]

Have the ability to knot during a rut

Four types of ruts!

Unbonded annual rut: without the influence of pharmaceuticals, this will happen every year for a male that is not part of a stable community, ideally one with a male omega at the center. For a period of about a week, his senses will magnify, especially his sense of smell, and he will feel an extremely powerful urge to roam. This is Finding Mode. He wants to find a community to protect and nurture.

Bonded annual rut: without the influence of pharmaceuticals, this will happen every year for a male that IS part of a stable community. For a period of about a week, his body will completely flush his alpha hormones, effectively hitting a reset button. During this time, it is critical that his community support him; he will feel vulnerable, his protective urges will magnify beyond what is sensible, and that can turn into paranoia and even psychosis at the extreme end. Make him a pillow fort or something and he should be fine.

Unbonded pseudorut: the US military gives alphas pills to trigger these for combat. This version of the pseudorut is a dumbed down version of a bonded male’s heightened sensory period with feelings of purpose. The military becomes a stand-in for a true community leader, and the male alphas will become more aggressive and intent on following orders.

Bonded pseudorut: these are naturally triggered in an alpha male’s body every time he is around a male or female omega he is bonded to, who is also in heat. His senses heighten, and he becomes completely focused on seeing to his community leader’s needs, whether that means following them into combat as their wingman or getting them more snacks from the fridge.

The other groups see less screen time, so I will shorten their descriptions.

Female Alphas

In-universe stereotypes that are based on bias, not fact: basically every sexist thing that haunts corporate women—bossy, mean, not a team player, etc

15% of female population

Average fertility, slightly more likely to produce more alphas both male and female

Experience ruts functionally identical to those experienced by male alphas

Charlie is an alpha female in this story. She is also an ace lesbian.

Female Omegas

In-universe stereotypes that are based on bias, not fact: stupid, obsessed with babies, always want sex

High fertility rates

15% of female population

During a heat, they become even more fertile. Their bodies throw out copious amounts of protect-me, find-me pheromones. They will feel varying levels of desire to reproduce, and that desire can manifest in various ways. It is a spectrum. Some of them will conform to the stereotypical Horny Time model, while others may not care about sex itself so much as the mechanical act of fertilizing their eggs. Still others may feel little to no sex drive, but they are a minority.

Likelihood for twins, triplets, etc very high

Natural partners for male omegas in terms of community leadership. Working together, they both gain full benefits of being surrounded by dedicated protectors. Taboo in some cultures for them to be sexual partners as well.

Female and Male Betas

In-universe stereotypes that are based on bias, not fact: boring, dispassionate, genetically useless, The Other Guys, mediators

The stabilizing factor of every chemically/hormonally bonded community. They keep the balance when they’re bonded to a group by naturally assisting with pheromonal equilibrium.

Their bodies can produce rutting or heating chemicals that don’t trigger their own ruts or heats but instead “keep the peace” in terms of making sure the core team’s train doesn’t go flying off the tracks

Will play more of a role in the sequel

Other Notes

The term “heat” is used for both omega males and females due to various scientific misunderstandings that happened across many cultures many hundreds of years ago. Throughout history there have been periods of activism where researchers advocate for a more nuanced naming system, but how successful those efforts were are highly dependent on culture. American culture likes its three types, six sexes model. Makes bigotry so much easier! You fit in this box, you act this way. Step outside of it and you will be punished. The ‘It’s Complicated’ models are the ideal.

But I said earlier there are four true hormonal types, not three, and this is how: because male and female omega heats are based on entirely different hormones and evolutionary purposes, they really should not be classified together at all. The four “true” types are: male omega, female omega, alpha, and beta.

On the subject of male omegas’ heat missions: those come in various forms, and various levels of intensity. It all comes down to what the individual male omega wants to do (or is told to want to do). That could look like any number of things: a big hunt or agricultural project, leading a military unit, or starting a new company initiative. It could also look like one male omega, one female omega, three alphas, and three betas (they’re using the trunk obvs) driving to a paintball place once a month to annihilate everyone present and then leave. It’s not all about blood and sex and drama. A group of teenagers who live in a culture that eschews pharmaceutical hormone control could form a hormonal bond around a male omega that is really into skateboarding, and they all come together to built a non OSHA compliant skate park in someone’s backyard. Groups can also shift in membership over time, too. Six months later and the group’s membership and ‘missions’ could look totally different.

Okay I’m done. For now.

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