#fire cannolis into my mouth

[frenchiefitzhere]

This concludes the "Marie Tells Ridiculous Stories to the Shaw Pack Kids" Trilogy based on Mad-Libs style suggestions. Thanks to @obsessivedino for the suggestions on this one!

*** Context: The collective Shaw Pack kids are the listener. The pack is coming back from a trip and got stuck in an airport. To keep the kids entertained, Marie puts on a puppet show. It is very silly. Genre: Fluff/Humor. Sleep Aid (?) *** Characters belong to Redacted Audio. Airport soundscape CC0 from freesound.org. *** "Script" ad-libbed by me (Frenchie). VA, SFX and editing: also me.

#redactedverse #redacted fanfic #audio fic #redacted marie #redacted headcanons #I referenced this event in the cannoli fic #that makes it cannoli canon #I sure would love a cannoli canon #fire cannolis into my mouth #delicious #I wish I had some cannoli right now #redacted milo #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted amanda #redacted asher #redacted miguel

[faegoddessog]

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 4/8

Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  fingering, masturbation, cum eating,

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

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Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner

Your eyes flutter open, you have no idea how much time has passed on the surprisingly comfortable rug, of course it could just be Austin’s arms. Which, you realize, are still around you. You hear his deep breathing. You take a deep breath and just snuggle down into him. No need to break this spell.

You lay there, reliving every moment of your sex-a-thon with Austin, burning it into your brain. Getting impossibly turned on again. You breathe in his scent, one that few people probably could boast getting to smell. A mix of his skin, that woody lavender scent, and the tang of his cum. Jesus, this man makes you so fucking sexual, it’s ridiculous. You try to suppress a giggle. 

He inhales deep, stretching his body. 

“Hey Princess, you alive?” he hugs you close. 

“Uh huh, and filthy and hungry,” you hug him back. 

“Honey, I can fix those things for you if you give me a minute,” he sits up realizing that he is sticky too, then his stomach growls. “Apparently I am in the same boat. What do you want first, a shower or dinner?” 

“Oh  the shower for sure,” that is a no-brainer. 

“Ok, I don’t have a lot here to eat, at the moment, Would you like to order in before showering? My treat.” he says with a smile. He leans in close to you, ”you can order all the things and we can appease your whorish,” he kisses you,” little,” another kiss, “tastebuds.” His mouth latches onto yours for a deep and passionate kiss. “Pizzana sounds fucking amazing right now,” you comment when he lets you up for air.

“Tell me what you want darling and I’ll have it all here in no time,” he reaches for his phone. 

He pulls up the menu, then realizes it’s easier to just hand you the phone. You order pretty much the whole antipasti menu: Broccolini,  Caprese Di Bufala, Carciofi Arrostiti,  Polpette Al Forno. You decide what the hell and order the entire insalate menu too, (you can never have too much  salad!)  Cavoletto Di Bruxelles Chop salad,  Ceasare  with Wood Fired Chicken added and the Tricolore salad. You calm down on the pizzas only ordering the  Carnivoro,  Cacio E Pepperoni with Cremini Mushrooms, Funghi with Cetara Anchovy and the Spinaci with Prosciutto Di Parma  And of course you must have dessert! All the desserts! You decide 'fuck it!' and order them all, the Cannoli,  Panna Cotta  and Torta Al Cioccolato. 

You hand the phone back, Austin finishes the order. 

“We have about 50 minutes Princess. Let’s get you in the shower sweetheart.”

The way he was talking, you thought he would just show you to one of the guest showers. You are pleasantly surprised when he takes you naked by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom and to his massive shower. You tie up your hair with the emergency hair tie you keep in your purse.  He turns on the water and gets in, inhaling sharply as the still cold water makes his muscles tighten and shiver.  Oh holy crap, he even makes a cold shower pornographic. A walking sex bomb. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him. His eyes open and he giggles when he sees you. 

“I love a good cold plunge, wakes up the body,” he grins as he holds out his hands. “Come in, it’s warm now.” 

You step in and he pulls you to him. 

“Here, let me clean up my mess,” he says.  With soapy hands, he washes away the stickiness of his  cum. You feel a little sad that it’s all getting washed away, making you realize how much you actually like having his cum on you. You drape your arms over his shoulders, pressing your soapy boobs to his chest.

“Next time, I’ll lick it all up. I don’t want to waste another drop of your cum, Austin,” you hear yourself saying.  

“My my, I didn't know you were such a dirty girl, Princess,” he says  looking at you with narrowed, lusty eyes. “Next time? I like the sound of that.”  

Then you are wrapped in his arms, your mouth wrapped in a deep kiss. Your hands are running along his back, shoulders and over his ass. This new character must be big, you think. Clearly he has been working out hard. His biceps and deltoids are bulky, like you like them. He pulls you under the shower head to rinse you off. You look up at him with pure lust, turning up your desire. Fuck he is so hot wet.  Your pussy pulses in its own juices.

“If you keep looking at me like that Princess, my cum will ruin your dinner,” he whispers.

“Oh no, not dinner,” you say in a breathy mock tone, your mouth curling into a slight but naughty smile. 

His eyes widen, then narrow. Clearly he didn’t realize he had said that out loud.  One eyebrow lifts and he pushes you up against the shower wall. His mouth is on your neck just under your ear.

“Spread those legs for me, my dirty girl,” his deep voice makes goosebumps break out down your arms. 

He reaches down and without pretense, slides his fingers into you once, twice. You moan at the sudden intrusion, grateful he had already fucked your pussy so he could slide in easy.  He pulls his fingers out, dripping with you. Rubbing his fingers and thumb together he brings them up to your mouth and slowly inserts them into your mouth, not far, but enough. You suck your own juices, his eyes locked with yours. He trails his fingers out and down the middle of your chest, stomach. He slips them back into you and out again, pulling slick up around your clit, rubbing in a circle. His tongue stoppers the moan you let out. His lips seal to yours, pressing, lifting, pressing again. wet and needy. His tongue is undulating on your lips, filling your mouth then leaving it empty, searching in again. The heavy breath from your nostrils  blows against his cheeks.  Your arms are draped around his neck. 

“Fuck hunny, you are so damn hot.” he says as he pulls away. He is still staring intently at your  eyes. “I want you to cum on my fingers, ok? Tell me what you need.” 

“Around my clit, and inside with curled fingers,” you nod, “and don’t stop, I don’t know how long-”

He interrupts you with a kiss, “I love it when my Princess tells me what she wants.” 

He smiles as he slides in and out of you, thumb making circles on your clit. 

The warmth spreading inside you is definitely not from the shower.  Your eyes close. 

“No, look right here.” he taps your chin.

You open to see his stunning blue eyes, and you are lost. 

“Faster!” you breathe, “Harder!” 

Your mouth falls open as he bites his lip, watching the pleasure melt across your face. 

“OH FUCK!” you whine as your muscles clench down and your hips buck. His other hand holds you tight, pulls you. Your right breast pressed to the middle of his chest.

Pleasure rises in you faster than you expected, good god he is like walking Viagra. You freeze as he curls his fingers into your g spot with each thrust. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, they flutter instead. 

“That’s my good girl, that’s what I want,” his hand slides up to cradle the back of your head and neck, his forehead pressed to yours. His whole body tense in trying to get you off and hold you close.

Fuck, you are riding the razor’s edge. Then his mouth is on yours, tongue desperate to get to yours. Hot, wet, sloppy kisses to go with the hot wet, sloppy sounds his fingers are making in your cunt. Sounds you can hear over the rush of the shower. 

Your body jolts in orgasm, the saccade of your hips and neck making it hard for him to stay with you. His arm locks around you.  You moan long into his mouth. 

“Yeeess, cum my sexy fucking Angel, cum” he refuses to let up as you grab his working wrist and try to make him stop, overwhelmed in sensation. He grabs you tight in his palm and shakes your whole vulva. 

“OH Fuck yeah,” his voice is gravely and sexy as fuck. 

Your legs wilt out from under you as you moan in immense pleasure. He follows you to the floor of the shower, still shaking your pussy, then pumping in and out of you again. 

“Oh fuck, oh Austin, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!” You refuse to use your safe word even though you no longer have any control over the shaking of your body. 

After a minute or two he slows down and pulls out. You are panting as he stands up and leans back against the opposite wall of the shower. His beautiful cock standing hard in front of you. He looks down at you through heavy eyes, his lips lightly pressed together. His chest rising and falling as he breathes with his passion. Using the wetness from your pussy that is on his hand, he strokes his cock. Oh gods, he is exquisite.

Once you catch your breath, you are up on your knees, hands roaming over his legs, hips and his fine fucking ass.

“Let’s ruin your dinner, shall we, my Princess?” he says with a naughty smile

“Yes please,” your soon-to-be debauched mouth salivates. 

 He holds his hand in front of your mouth, you dribble spit into it. 

“Holy fuck hunny, you make me so damn hot,” the /d/ and /t/ sharp and percussive. 

He slathers his cock with your spit. His hand slides up and down his whole long shaft a few times, putting a little show on for you. An Austin Butler exclusive performance very few have seen before. 

As your hands slide on the wet skin of his body, his moans come out in  ‘mmmm’s, his inbreath sucked in through his teeth.   Then he starts to focus on his tip more, the occasional stroke falling down to the base. His deep ‘oh’s and ‘ugh’s start with a closed-throat type grunt and end breathy. His fingers intermittently slip over his tip, which makes him groan louder each time. You slide up his muscular inner thigh and lovingly play with his balls. His hand speeds up. You are mesmerized by his jerking off. His thighs tense and his glutes pushing his cock into his hand periodically.  Austin is cut from the fabric of Greek gods, and you are on your knees in homage, waiting for your personal blessing. He rises on his toes, his other hand reaching for your shoulder to balance, his hips are pushed forward, his whole luscious body tight. 

“Open up Princess, show me those slutty fuckin’ tastebuds,” his teeth gnashing.

You open your mouth, tongue out looking up at him in supplication. 

“Yes, yes, yeeees… ohhh fuuuuuuuck,” moaning and grunting, he spurts hot onto your tongue and chin. It’s not a whole lot, after all he already came twice, but gods above and below his cum tastes so fucking good. You move to catch the last bit that drips from him on your tongue, slurping up every drop. He reaches for your chin, swiping up a dollop of his cum and offering it to you. You greedily suck it off his fingers. 

Austin puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to stand and envelops your mouth with his, his tongue dipping in for a taste of himself. 

“Oh my lord Princess, that was so fucking hot!” His arms pull you close.

As you are drying off, Austin’s phone starts going mad. He glances at it then tosses on gym shorts and a t-shirt. 

“OOo food! Go ahead and find a t-shirt or something. I’ll be right back!” he kisses you lightly and scoots out of the room. 

Actually getting a moment to yourself, you soak in the fact that you are standing naked in Austin Butler’s bedroom. What the ACTUAL FUCK! You start feeling a little dizzy and sit down on his bed. You take a couple deep breaths and look around just trying to take it all in.  It’s like a private sanctuary with books on the bedside table. It’s surprisingly bright for a man’s bedroom: simple white bedspread, wood and leather. Who knew he was into a subtle boho vibe. After some searching, you abandon the t-shirt route and grab his robe from it’s hook in the bathroom. Every scrap of clothing you have here is downstairs, not like you care about being naked or anything.

You notice the colognes he has on his dresser. You smell each one. Memorizing which ones are your favorite. Then you discover an essential oil roll-on that smells like the woods and lavender and amber resin. Fuck, this is the smell.  You roll some onto your wrists. 

“That one is my favorite,” you hear his voice from behind you. He is leaning on the door frame watching you.  He walks over, takes your wrist and holds it to his nose. 

“Damn, it’s good on you,” he presses it into your hand. “You keep it, wear it on our next date.” He smiles at you.

“Oh, next date eh?” you ask.

“Yes,” his arms pull you close. ”I’m going to pick you up and take you out to dinner, where you will order all the things and we will try all the things. Then I will bring you back here where I will ask you to stay the night with me and I will fuck you in that bed right there all night long and hold you in my arms until we fall asleep. Then I'll wake you up in the best way in the morning before I make you breakfast.  So be ready, my Princess,” his kiss is sweet and soft.

His description has you ramping up again, not like it's all that difficult really, just the mention of his name usually makes you wet. 

“But right now, there is Pizzana! C’mon," he takes your hand and leads you down the stairs. 

You text your partner that you are out with your industry contact again. He just gives you the thumbs up. That might as well be a blessing, you decide. 

You eat in Austin’s robe, smelling like him. Your conversation flows easily and you guys laugh a bunch, both a little silly from all the orgasms and closeness. 

“Ok, I had better get going home” you say after a while, not really wanting to, but your practical side is knock-knocking at your mind, "do you need me to call an uber?”

“What? Oh hell no!" he looks at you like he's offended. "No Princess of mine is gonna uber back to her car,” he smiles at you, "b ut first, how does Tuesday sound for our date?” 

You check your calendar, just to be sure and agree that Tuesday will work. In the back of your  mind, you wonder what you will tell your partner.

“Do I need to wear anything special? Cuz I don’t really have anything super nice," you figure it's good to be prepared. 

“Just casual should be fine darling. When I take you somewhere super nice, we’ll go shopping first,” he smiles and reaches over, dragging a fingertip along your jawline.

You blush at the idea of being so spoiled. 

You and Austin divvy up the leftovers. He asks if you want to pick which of his cars to drive you back in, you actually like the comfort of the Lexus. 

“Maybe someday we can go cruising in the Julia just for fun,” he folds you in his arms in his garage. “We can drive up the coast, stay somewhere super private. I can make love to you in moonlight. We can go wine tasting or something.” You can feel him getting hard again through his joggers. Jesus, this man. You wonder if he's going to bend you over the hood  pull your pants around your knees and slide into you right there. Which would be absolutely fine with you. Sadly, he opens the car door instead.

Back in the now empty parking lot he pulls up next to your Toyota sedan. He hops out of the car to open both doors for you. 

“See you Tuesday, Princess. I’ll pick you up at 5, Remember to bring an overnight bag darling,” he helps you out of the car, bowing low over your hand and kissing it. He makes sure that your car starts and that you are safely driving away before he leaves the parking lot. Such a fucking stellar gentleman. 

You are sitting in your car, in the lot at your apartment wondering what the hell just happened and what to tell your partner about it, if anything. He was insanely jealous of Austin, but he is also your hall pass. 

As you walk into the small LA apartment,  he is on the bed, video controller in hand. Even though you’ve lived here for the better part of 15 years, everything looks different to you. 

“Hey,” he says without looking at you. 

“Hey,” you reply, “I have leftovers if you want any.”  

He extricates himself from the bed and comes over to peruse. 

“Damn baby, Pizzana? I’m glad I waited to eat until you got home!” He says opening the boxes. 

“Yeah… it’s been really cool.  Actually, they said there was an opportunity for me this Tuesday, but it’s not here, so I’ll be gone that night, like overnight,” technically, Austin doesn’t live ‘here’. 

“Oh, that’s cool” he says, you know he is thinking about how much game time he can get in by not having to go on your nightly walks. “Are they paying for travel expenses?” 

“Uh huh,” again, not a lie. 

Your phone buzzes

Austin-

“Goodnight Princess, 68 hours until I’ll have you in my arms again.”   

It wasn't your Austin AI… it was actual honest-to-god Austin, calling you princess and wishing you goodnight. 

“Goodnight Austin, it’s not soon enough.”

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121 #austin butler/reader

[evita-shelby]

Could I possibly request the “kisses to shut them up” prompt with Tommy x reader who keeps rambling about something while their hiding and then he kisses her when he realizes the bad guys are coming?❤️❤️

Ahhh anon my beloved

The Library

Gif by @bonniebird

Taglist: @atalkingthinker

“If this is about Finn coming over after school, I have Polly’s permission.” You said hoping no one saw him approach you.

You were on thin ice after telling Inspector Campbell he could go fuck himself when he called you a slut.

It occurs to you that maybe you should’ve never told Tommy where you work.

You used to be a teacher until you got fired for seeing the man who’s come to get you fired from this job.

School teachers must be exemplary.

They don’t casually see gangsters and hope he didn’t have a venereal disease he picked up in France or from Lizzie Stark, or the revolving door of women who would kill their firstborn to fuck him.

“I need your help, Y/N.” his voice is low. It must be serious going by the way he quickly looks around to see if he’s been followed.

Then you see it. The policemen from Belfast who openly bragged about being Ulster Volunteers.

If you didn’t like him so much, you wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about his safety.

“Who did you fuck over now, Thomas?” You ask as you try and get him to the back of the library, where the employees eat and keep their things.

“No, the question you should be asking is who fucked me over.” He ran a hand through his hair, there was a slight tremor in his hand and his eyes couldn’t help but look over his shoulder,

“Fine, who fucked you over?” you ask him. “First you got me fired, then you have the fucking nerve to tell me it’s over and now you come running here to finish ,ruin whatever career I still have left.”

“Y/N, not now.” He warned and upended your plan by pulling you into the open broom closet.

“I won’t shut up until you tell me who did you over.” you say crossing your arms.

He gives it some thought and decides the cons outweigh the pros of doing that.

“I will not let you get me fired from another fucking job, Tom. I swear, its like a fucking game to you. You owe me, Thomas Shelby. You better pay my fucking rent this month, or---” you keep going, your voice still a whisper, but your own nerves can’t make you shut up.

But he knows a way to get you to stop running your mouth.

Tommy’s known it since the two of you were in school together and you hid behind Mrs. Changretta’s desk with the cannoli the two of you stole.

A method that has never failed him.

He kisses you.

Not like the overconfident, charming boy you loved as a teenager, not like the man who wanted to consume you in hopes of feeling like himself again, no, this time he kissed you like he couldn’t ever imagine kissing anyone else.

And it melts your heart and breaks the flimsy paper walls you’d put up swearing it was the last time you let yourself be weak for this man.

It goes on forever, the two of you never notice that the coppers are gone.

The person who does notice is your soon to be former employer.

#thomas shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x fem!reader #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #kiss prompts

[6rookie-writer0110]

Slow night & Love Feel

Caitlin Snow X Male Reader

Request- Can you make Caitlin Snow X male reader dating.

You are sick and you are in the apartment feeling like crap. You have been watching tv all day and eating soup and drinking orange juice. You got the flu and you hate being sick. You texted your girlfriend and you wait for her text...

You- babe, bring pizza, please 🥺

Caitlin - you are still sick. You need more soup

You - I'm tired of soup. Ugh.

You turned on the ps5 and you start to play online with your friends. You and your friends have a competition and you try to beat them.

Caitlin went to the store to buy more medicine and tea. She bought dinner now she is happy to go home and rest. She opened the door, you smiled at her. You helped her with the bags and you felt very happy.

“You got pizza!!” You smiled.

“Yeah, I know you have been craving pizza. So, tonight's dinner is pizza and before bed, you will drink tea” Caitlin said.

You would kiss her but you are sick. Now you and Caitlin start to eat pizza together but far from each other. She starts to talk about her day and what the team has been up to.

You and Caitlin have been dating for three years now. You moved in with her because she had more space for your stuff. Caitlin, is happy because she doesn't have to hide that she works with the flash. You and Caitlin support each other in everything. You are happy with her and she means a lot to you.

“Babe-”

You didn't finish your sentence because you sneezed. When you are sick, your power can be out of control. You can mimic any kind of power of your choice when you touch someone. Now you turned into full ice

“Wow, Y/n you turned into ice now. Last time you turned into fire than the other time you used teleport” Caitlin said.

“Ugh, I hate being sick because my ability goes all crazy. Hours ago, I had heat vision and I destroyed your laptop by mistake” You said.

You grabbed the laptop and it's cut in half. You promised you will get her a new laptop and she isn't mad at you.

“Wow, I don't know what to say,” Caitlin said.

“I’m sorry, babe,” You said.

The ice power starts to disappear from your body.

Usually, you would sleep with Caitlin but you can't tonight. You don't want to get her sick, so you sleep in the living room on the sofa bed and she sleeps in the bedroom. Sometimes she wears your shirt or hoodie to bed.

----

You are at star labs and you are alone with your girlfriend.

“Babe, I thought maybe we can take cooking lessons together. I thought it would be fun for us” Caitlin said.

“What kind of cooking lessons?” You asked.

“Not sure, maybe Italian food?” Caitlin said.

“That will be interesting. I always wanted to cook pasta food differently besides just adding tomato sauce” You said.

“Good to know that you will take the lessons with me” Caitlin smiled

She wrapped her arms around you and she starts to kiss you passionately. Her lipstick gets on your lips then Barry walked into the lab with Joe. Joe cleared his throat then you moved away from Caitlin. You start to wipe your lips and you give them a nervous smile.

“Hey, guys,” You said.

“Y/n, you got something on your lips,” Joe said.

You wipe your mouth again.

“Sorry. Umm, I found the files that you needed” Caitlin said.

“Umm, thanks,” Barry said.

You and Caitlin are starting to feel awkward and silence is making it worse.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and Caitlin went to the cooking class, you and Caitlin will try to learn how to cook pasta food and pastry. The first lesson was to try to make gnocchi.

“This taste bad,” You said.

“Yeah, you put too much salt. I need water” Caitlin said.

You and Caitlin tried again to make it but this time, she makes sure you don't add too much salt. You and Caitlin are having fun together learning something new. Next, you and Caitlin are learning how to bake Cannoli.

----

Caitlin is working late at the lab and she hasn't eaten anything. You figured she skipped lunch and just buried herself with work. You went to pick up dinner and went to the lab.

“Y/n, you came,” Caitlin said.

You bend down to kiss her and she smiled.

“I know you must be hungry and probably skipped lunch. So, I got us dinner to eat right now because you need a break” You said.

“Yes, I am hungry. I lost time while working on something to help the team” Caitlin said.

You and Caitlin sit in the break room and you start to take out the food. You and Caitlin start to eat together and she starts to ask about your day.

After dinner, you take Caitlin home. She is wearing your hoodie and she cuddles with you in bed. You and Caitlin couldn't agree on a movie so you two end up watching a rerun episode of a show.

---

You and Caitlin have been arguing for almost two weeks. The argument got so bad that you went to stay with Joe and Cecile for a while. They gave you advice on how to work it out with your girlfriend, you still love her and you don't want to lose her.

You went to buy flowers and it's late, you know she will be at the lab. She is working on the computer and you take a deep breath.

“Hey, Caitlin,” You said.

She turned around and you smile at her.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Caitlin asked.

“I came to apologize and I got flowers for you. I want us to stop arguing” You said.

You give her the flowers and she smelled the flowers.

“I want don't want to argue either. I'm sorry I kicked you out. Y/n, I want us to be good again” Caitlin said.

“Me too, babe” You said.

You wrapped your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you passionately. You and Caitlin smiled at each other, you kiss her again.

#x male reader #male!reader #caitlin snow x male reader #caitlin snow x reader #caitlin snow imagine #the flash imagine

[ammnontet]

Favorite dessert?

hoo hoo hoo...

it is the humble and kind Cannoli for me.

i cant actually eat these anymore i guess because like 5 months ago my body decided gluten should be evil instead of good to me. but i would eat them anyway. thats how much i love them. i will suck the pistachios off the end of a cannoli and fire them from my mouth like a machine gun, causing thousands of dollars in damages

#food

[tinyboxxtink]

"Caught In The Storm" *Part 2*

Y'all thought I was kidding when I said I was pumped for this story; you just read how long this chapter is.

IT'S POURING OUT. I JUST WANT YOU TO GET WHERE I AM ALREADY.

It's so good guys. Like, SO GOOD.

Okay I'm sorry proceed.

Tag List:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@wanniiieeee

@milkshqke

@gibbs274

@lolliepopsicle

@aprildecker-blog

@objection-argumentative

@word-scribbless

If you missed part 1: Here!

Part 3 Here!

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The next day the SVU squad was having one of their "murder board" meetings when you came storming into the station.

"Well I hope you're happy!!" You looked right at Fin.

"Audition didn't go well, cannoli?" Sonny asked you using his pet name for you.

"No Sonny, it DID NOT," You huffed. "I walked in there and I blew my audition," You circled Fin’s desk. "And I don't mean I forgot the lyrics, or I hit a bad note. No no, ohhhh no," You finally stood in front of him and crossed your arms.

"Halfway through the song I broke down SOBBING. I had a complete mental breakdown, because all I could think was that I had the worst moment of my entire life in that room!!!"

"Hey you can't blame us for your mistakes," Fin retorted.

"I don't blame them, I blame you!" You gestured to the rest of your “family” and then to him.

"Excuse you?" Fin sat up straighter.

"You didn't have to say anything Fin, you really didn't," You sighed.

"What?"

"You could have waited to have your fucking temper tantrum until after my audition,"

"Excuse me no--"

"She has a point" Olivia interjected.

"You too?" Fin took offense.

"Fin she was leaving, it wasn't like she was going to try and jump Rafael's bones right there," She went on. The whole room shivered at the thought of you “jumping” anybody’s bones.

"Look, I don't love it either but you can't help your feelings. And she just has a little crush on him, you can't fault her for that,"

You scoffed in offense.

"You're not helping, sweets," Olivia warned.

"Right…"

"Anyway you could have waited to have it out, is all I’m saying,” Olivia nodded at you with a smile. You mouthed a “thank you”.

"Oh we haven't begun to have it out," Fin huffed.

"Save it" You put a hand up before he started to stand up and get in your face for a fight.

"I already know what you're going to say; he's too old for me, we're a 'family' and he's supposed to be my 'uncle' or 'brother' or some other creepy thing, and we have nothing in common. But we do!"

"You barely know him, Y/N," Nick chimed in.

"I know him better than any of you!" You cried defensively.

"What?" Sonny looked at everyone confused, but they were just as lost as he was.

"That summer….when I was working with him. We got... close," You muttered the ending.

"I fucking knew it, you did bang him begin my back…" Fin growled.

"It wasn't like that! It's not like that, da--FIN," You actually did usually call him dad or daddy, but since he had been trying to use his dominance you persisted to remind him he wasn't actually your father.

"So what, now you two are in love?" Fin rolled his eyes.

"No! He didn't... we've never….it's never gone there, and I don't even know how he feels," You looked down as you talked. But then, you remembered why you were there in the first place and you raised your head up with eyes of fire.

“And it wouldn't matter anyway because it's none of your business.” You snapped.

“It is absolutely my business Y/N he’s my co-worker, he’s ALL of our co-workers, this affects ALL of us,”

“I knew it,” You scoffed, tears coming to your eyes.

“What?”

“I knew you’d blow up, and freak out, and not even ATTEMPT to open your mind or hear what I have to say, it’s just about you and what makes you okay,” You backed away from all of them.

“So I came here willing to say that I’m done,” You raised your hands.

“What do you mean you’re ‘done’?” Fin crossed his arms.

“With you,” You replied straight faced, willing tears not to fall right now. “Olivia’s right, I can’t help the way I feel, and BELIEVE me I have tried, daddy,” You resorted to your old name for a punch in the gut.

“Y’know whenever Sonny and Nick started, I had ‘crushes’ on them too,” You nodded at the two, who quickly looked uncomfortable picturing you that way.

“But those quickly went away, and I accepted them as my uncles, or whatnot,” You continued. “I have done that since I was in Jr. High, come here and meet my new ‘family’. I’ve always felt maternal or paternal vibes from everyone here, Uncle Brian, Grandpa Kragen and Munch, Uncle Stabler who can rot in hell…” You gave Olivia a sad look.

“But it’s ALWAYS been familial love! And the day I met Rafael, something was different,” You couldn’t help the tears choking your throat. “And I have never, EVER no matter HOW hard I have tried, felt anything like I feel about the rest of you. It’s just....different,”

“And now, you all know. And I know that you don’t like it, or it makes you uneasy, or blah blah blah,” You made blah gestures with your hands.

“But I can’t go back to pretending that it doesn’t kill me every time that I see him, and I’m not going to pretend like I’m okay with dad being-- this,” You gestured to Fin who shifted uncomfortably.

“So, I’m not going to come around here, for a while,” You said sadly.

“We didn’t do anything, cannoli! We’re your family too,” Sonny protested.

“Yeah I know, I just--”

“Look, Y/N before anybody does ANYTHING, you need to go talk to Rafael,”

“What?

“WHAT?!”

Both you and Fin exclaimed at the same time.

“Look I’m not thrilled with the idea of...that, but the bottom line none of this arguing means anything if he doesn’t feel the same way. So I’m saying before you start going off and making threats to US, go talk to him first. Without anybody else’s input,”

“Yeah, alright,” You shrugged and left before anyone else could argue.

--------

You walked into Rafael’s office quietly, not really sure how to start the conversation. He was writing a deposition silently so you knocked on the door to get his attention. He looked up at you with a small smile.

“Hey you,” He got up and walked around his desk as you shut the door behind you. “I was worried about you,” He put his hands on both of your shoulders.

“I know,” You gave him a small smile back. “But you’re right we do need to talk about last night,”

“Yeah, I--” He looked away nervously.

“I already went to my da---Fin, and the squad about this,” You bit your lip.

“....About what?” He was now concerned.

“Us,” You looked at him with a small smile.

“I’m sorry, there’s an ‘us’ now?” Rafael half laughed.

“Well that’s what I’m saying, Rafael!” You bit your lip. “Look after all the fighting and what not, what it boils down to is how you and I feel,”

“.....What are you saying?” Rafael asked, backing away from you.

“I’m asking,” You step forward and took both of his hands and looked at him seriously.

“For you to forget about Fin, or the squad, or an age gap, or all the million other things that are ‘against’ us,” You took a deep breath and asked the hardest question you’ve ever asked anyone:

“I’m asking you...do you love me?”

“Of course I love you Y/N, you’re like a--” Rafael immediately responded, moving away from you and gesturing wildly.

“Do NOT say daughter,” You cut him off. “Or sister, or niece, or cousin. You know that’s not what I’m asking,” You grabbed him and made him look at you again.

“Do you want to be with me?”

“I...it’s complicated,” He broke from your hold and paced his office.

“No I’d say it’s pretty damn simple-- do you feel about me the way I feel about you?” You asked him again.

“I just...I don’t want to become between you and Fin, he’s basically your--”

“He’s NOT my father!” You yelled.

“But he’s the closest thing you have!” Rafael argued, putting his hands over his face and taking a deep sigh.

“Christ almighty, Y/N. I don’t...I don’t want this to be a whole ‘thing’, I don’t want to upset Olivia, or the other squad members, I just...want us to go back to normal,” He gave you a sad look as he sank into his chair behind his desk.

“....Yeah well, normal is not an option, Rafael. And you STILL have not answered my question,” You circled his desk to be closer to him again.

“What question?”

“Dammit, Rafa!” You threw up your hands, then took both of your hands and put them on either side of the chair preventing him from evading you again.

“Look me in the eyes right now, and tell me you’re not in love with me,”

A very long pause began, as the two of you just stared at each other. You were searching his green eyes for a hint, a tell of what he was thinking, but he kept himself very guarded. You hated it.

“...No, I’m not,” He said in the tiniest voice as he looked down at the floor.

“You’re lying,” You pulled back with a sarcastic laugh, tears choking your throat yet again.

“Oh so just because I didn’t say what you wanted me to, I’m lying? For fuck’s sake grow up, Y/N,” Rafael spat at you coldly, turning back to his desk in an attempt to resume working.

“Fine, you know what? Fine. That’s great. You believe whatever you wanna believe Rafael, but things are NOT going back to normal,” You shook your head, trying to be cold and direct but failing as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/N….” He felt his heart breaking, he hated to see you cry.

“No,” You stopped him. “We’re done. I don’t ever want to see you again. Not here, not at the station, not at the fucking Starbucks down my street!” Your voice raised as more tears fell.

“Y/N, please don’t do this…” Rafael began to panic, realizing what you were saying. He leapt up from his chair and tried grabbing your hands but you pushed him away.

“Don’t call me, don’t text me. Just...leave me hell alone,” And with that you turned on your heels and stormed out of his office, now full on sobbing down the hall.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafael let out an angry scream, running over to his desk and flinging papers everywhere, then proceeded to sink back into his chair behind his desk and cried ever so silently in his office.

-----

It had been about a week since your whole fallout with your “family” and Barba and you weren't doing great.

Then one day you got a phone call from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, this is Sandy from the supper club?” You immediately stopped walking when you heard her voice.

“Oh yes how are you?”

“Great, I was wondering if you could come back in and audition for us again?”

“Are you serious? I know I’m going to regret asking but, what made you change your mind?”

“Well your friend Kelsey called and told us that the day you came in and auditioned, your dog had just died that morning. But you didn't want to stand us up so you came anyway. And to be honest with you, all of the other auditions have kind of sucked so we'd like to give you another try.”

“Oh my God thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!!”

“Great so we'll see you tonight at 8:00?”

“Absolutely,”

You hung up the phone and immediately called Kelsey.

“Hello?”

“I love you so much I love you I love you I love you!”

“Oh so they called did they?”

“YES. I cannot believe that you would do that for me,”

“Well I figured you needed a win right now. Since you know you lost your family, and everybody who actually cares about you,”

“....Wow,”

“ You know what I mean! I mean you still have me, and Kenny obviously,”

“....Right. ANYWAY, the audition is tonight so….”

“Yes?”

“Will you play for me?”

“Let me see if I can free up my busy schedule,”

“Ha, Ha,”

“Oh look I’m free! I'll be there after work. Love you bye”

----

*That Night*

You walked into the Supper Club with a brand new outfit and a nervous smile. You noticed Kelsey was already at the piano, waving at you with a huge smile and a thumbs up.

“Hey Sandy, Hey Kyle…” You shook hands with the owners. “Thank you so much again for this chance,

“Girl we should be thanking you, you should’ve seen the ‘talent’ that has stunk up this stage all week!” Kyle laughed.

“So are you ready?” Sandy asked you.

“Yeah, I think I’m good,” You took a deep breath and smiled at her. She nodded at you while you took your spot on stage once again.

You closed your eyes and blocked out everything and everyone out of your mind, except for your song. It was just you, and the stage. This is what mattered.

-----

“....Good to you,” You finished the last line with a breathy note, your eyes still closed. You had kept them shut the entire time just so you wouldn’t look out into the house and just see the horrified looks of your family's faces burned into your brain.

“That was beautiful!!” Sandy clapped her hands. “Do you think you could come back tomorrow night and do that again?”

“Like for a second audition?” You asked hopefully.

“Like as a job,” She grinned back.

“Really?!”

“Yes really! That was enchanting darling, really,” Kyle placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” You nodded for Kelsey to come over as Sandy and Kyle walked away.

“I got the job,” You beamed.

“YOU GOT THE JOB!!!!” She squealed, causing people to stare. You shook your head and lead her out of the club back onto the street.

“Oh my god, Oh my GOD! I’m going to sing to a packed club, night after night after night! Oh my god, I have to call Dad---” Your celebrating tone quickly died when you realized the only people you’d wanna call about this weren’t...there.

“...You can call Kenny,”

“Kenny!” You smiled. “Yes I’ll call Kenny!”

“Hey girl what’s up?”

“I got the job,”

“Wha---at the Supper Club?”

“YES!!!!!!”

“Oh my god you GOT THE JOB!!!” *she got the job!*

You heard him speak to a muffled voice in the background.

“Kenny…”

“Yeah babe what’s up?”

“Who are you with right now?”

“...Alejandro,”

“Oh, Alex! I haven’t seen him in forever, put him on the phone,”

“He uh-- he has food in his mouth,”

“Boy why you lying, tell her she needs to--”

You heard Fin's voice.

“KENNETH,”

“...Yeah?”

“Don’t tell him that! He doesn’t get to know that!”

“Y/N, can’t we just stop all of this--”

“NO. And if you tell him to come tomorrow night I will kill you,”

You hung the phone and noticed Kelsey giving you a look.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t have to tell him you were singing tomorrow, you could’ve just texted him so Fin wouldn’t hear,” She smiled mischievously at you. “You want him thereeee,”

"...Maybe," You bit your lip. "Do you think he'll come?"

"I bet they ALL come, baby girl," She winked.

You wondered if she was right. If you'd see Rafael tomorrow, after all this time.

------

“I can’t believe she--” Kenneth stared at the phone, then to Fin.

“Dad, you have to go to her show tomorrow night,”

“Kenny she literally just said she’d kill you--”

“Yeah but dad, we both know her,” He looked at Fin with earnest eyes. “She might be mad at you right now, but she’ll want you there when her dream is coming true,” Fin’s eyes lit up as he finished speaking.

“AND the rest of the squad,” He quickly added, making Fin sigh.

“Yeah,” He agreed.

“AND Barba,”

“...Yeah alright Ken I get it, okay? Finish your food before it gets cold,”

-----

The next day Fin went to see Barba at his office. He knocked softly then entered to see Barba talking with Olivia.

“Detective,” Barba nodded. “Didn’t expect you here, was Olivia not working fast enough?” He teased Liv with a smile.

“Actually I’m glad you’re both here. I need to tell the rest of the guys but-- I wanted to come here first,”

“That sounds ominous, Fin,”

“Actually it’s not,” He shook his head. “Y/N got that job she...auditioned for, a few weeks ago,” He muttered awkwardly not looking Barba in the face.

“Wha--Seriously? How? When?!” Olivia began asking questions rapid fire.

“....Why did you come to tell me this, Fin? You didn’t know Olivia was here,”

“Look, Barba,” Fin sighed, running his hand back across his head. “I don’t-- I don’t need to know the specifics of how close you and my daug---Y/N, are,”

“Oh Fin look I haven’t--”

“Yeah, I figured. She’s iced us all out for a while now,” He chuckled sadly. If he taught you anything, it was how to stand your ground.

“But Kenny said, that as mad as she is we need to be there tomorrow night when she goes on,” He continued. “All of us,”

“Tomorrow?” Barba’s eyes perked up. “Tomorrow night, you want me to go see Y/N?”

“ALL of us,” He emphasized. “But, yeah,”

“Sounds good,” He replied as nonchalant as he could, trying to hide his excitement. He missed you so badly, it scared him how much it hurt not to have you in his life on a daily basis.

“Uh huh,” Fin chuckled, nodding to Olivia. “I’ll see you back at the station,”

“Actually I was on my way out, I’ll see you tomorrow night Rafa,” She winked at him.

As soon as they left his office, Rafael did a fist pump in the air like a kid. He was going to see you, after so long.

He couldn’t wait. He just hoped you couldn’t either.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #rafael barba imagine #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu fanfiction #caught in the storm

[lovehotelreservation]

Skintight

Summary: It’s a beautiful day to go out and cosplay at your local anime convention!

But it’s a horrendous day for Joseph to get some Artist Alley shopping done when he’s too buy being mesmerized by your stupid sexy cosplay! 

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Joseph

I MISS ANIME CONS SMH

I NEED MY FIX OF SEEING FRIENDS, MAKING NEW ONES, AND GIVING ALL MY DOUBLOONS TO NEW ACCESSORIES FOR MY ITABAG ; v ;

IT WAS WHY I WAS APPREACIATIVE TO @spaceispeachy FOR SUCH A FUN COMMISSION PROMPT!!! THANK YOU LOTS FOR SUCH A FUN TIME!!!

ANYWAY PLS ENJOY!!! OWO

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It took a lot for Joseph to hate sweets.

After all, how could he ever be in a bad mood when he had a mouthful of brownies, or cracking open a cannoli to lick out the cream filling while Caesar looked about ready to suplex him for his crimes against Italian cuisine?

But there was one dessert that was taunting him.

A treat that he could not easily have while he meandered through a bustling Saturday morning at the local anime con Artist Alley.

Pudding.

When anime con meals tend to run from convention center French fries, to food truck curry bowls, and freebie Pocky for subscribing to a streaming service, his craving for such a simple treat was rather odd.

But the allure of creamy pudding called to him nonetheless.

Literally.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you, but I already have a puddin’, see?”

The sweet chime of your voice.

Paired with the cheeky point of a foam prop hammer sent towards his direction.

Immediately, his concentrated expression from trying to calculate the value of getting a Fire Emblem Awakening key charm set for $35 turned into a menacingly cheerful look as he quickly turned around to wave at yet another Joker cosplayer who approached you for pictures of your Harley Quinn cosplay.

God, what was it with these Persona 5 fans hitting on you today?

The poor lad immediately shrunk back after realizing you were taken.

In retrospect, this issue could have been easily resolved if he decided to complement your Harley Quinn as a genderswapped Poison Ivy prior to the convention, but today was to be dedicated to Artist Alley and he did not want to be restricted within the busy crowds by someone stepping on the vines of his cosplay.

But with him dressing casually, admirers of your form-fitting outfit seemed to be blissfully ignorant to the way his hand protectively held yours, or the kisses shared between you both whenever you stopped at an open area for you to reapply your lipstick.

Not that he could blame them.

Even though he really did.

Your honey colored overalls alone were enough to get him sweating, the tight-fitting fabric hugging your curves and accentuating your ass, which made watching each step you took as you led the way a mesmerizing taunt.

And he did not want to get started on the cheeky peek of your cleavage thanks to the unzipped front of your overalls, your pink bralette looking to be more and more of a nuisance as they obscured your breasts from his grabby hands eager to rip your clothes right off--

“Shall we?”

Your fingers intertwined with his while your lips met in a kiss, the warmth of your palm putting his senses at ease.

“Lead the way, babe!” He grinned with an affirmative nod and wink, even if his self-restraint was looking to be in tatters.

There were still a ways away to get through the rest of Artist Alley, and he didn’t know if he was going to keep himself calm all the way back to the hotel.

As the two of you passed by an artist table selling Gintama-inspired soap, Joseph minded himself to stay calm with steady breaths and quell the heat that was spreading within his loins to hold on until later tonight.

For now, he found relief with his imminent purchase of a set of Yorozuya soap bars, his mind already racing to when he could use them to rub your body clean during a nice long shower once you both returned to your hotel room.

He just needed to have you retrieve his money from your wallet, given the inevitability of him losing something.

You were just about ready to, your back facing him as you reached into your bag.

Up until a group of passing cosplayers bumped against your side, causing you to stumble forward while dropping his money onto the floor in the process.

Alarmed, you immediately bent over to pick up the dropped bills.

While it was instinct for Joseph to bark out an “Oi, watch it!” to the oblivious group, the sight of the fabric of your overalls becoming taut as they stretched over your ass perfectly served to leave him speechless immediately afterwards while eviscerating whatever remnants of his self-restraint were still intact.

The look on your face was sheepish when you turned around, offering him a “sorry” and his money.

But instead of taking his dollars, Joseph was taking hold of your wrist as he quickly dragged you along and out of the Artist Alley crowds.

“J-JoJo! What about your soap?” You yelped, doing your best to keep up with Joseph while stuffing his money back into your bag.

Though he barreled on ahead without any intent to stop, Joseph quickly turned his head back towards you, his face hot and red as he remarked, “The soap can wait, I can’t!” 

You knew what that urgency in his voice meant, your heart fluttering upon realizing his intentions.

With those words uttered, he quickly faced ahead, his eyes scanning around for any place that would provide the best discretion.

Thankfully, the search for privacy was not prolonged into a grueling endeavor upon coming across an empty panel room. A peek at the schedule taped on the entry door showed that there was supposed to be a showcase for the upcoming anime season, but the large “CANCELLED” that was scribbled onto the itinerary was all that he needed to see.

But not as much as he needed to see your breasts springing free from your clothes.

From a massive space packed to the brim with costumed attendees to the quiet, dark solitude of this single room.

With the lights off and not a prying eye around, Joseph felt nothing short of liberation as he hauled you right onto his lap after he sat down on one of the provided convention chairs. His lips smothered yours while his hands reached for your ass for a few firm needy squeezes, his voice in a grumble,

“Stupid sexy overalls that hug your ass! Only I’m allowed to do that, damn it!”

As much as he wanted to tear your clothes right off of you, he knew you’d manage to make a swing from your prop hammer lethal if he dared to tear apart your cosplay. So while he was mindful to help you with shimmying out of your overalls and tugging up at your bralette, he held no restraint once your nude skin was finally revealed.

The moment he caught sight of the bounce of your exposed breasts, his mouth was all over them for hot kisses, his suckling lips making it a point to leave red marks that would be difficult to hide.

By this point, he already unbuckled his belt and freed his cock out of his pants, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to grind your slick core right onto the blunt thick tip of his dick, only sheathing himself fully inside once you began to mewl for him to move.

And move he did.

HIs hands returned to your ass for more indulgent gropes, holding tight as he had you bounce up and down his cock at a brisk rate, his need for your slippery wet heat too intense for him to even think to be slow.

You didn’t see or feel a problem with this, reciprocating his rhythm by the shake of your hips, all while your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while your lips fell onto his neck, red kisses left in their wake--it was only fair for you to mark him up, after all.

Not to mention, while it was only the two of you alone in this room, the murmured chattering in the hallway outside the panel room served as a constant reminder that the two of you wouldn’t be private for long.

But with how riled up that Joseph had become from being utterly entranced by your alluring costume to how delightfully fierce that he was pounding up into your core, it did not take too long for the two of you to reach your climaxes. The hot spill of his cum poured inside you as your walls squeezed around his cock, your mouths met to muffle each other’s moans in a kiss

Your lips parted once Joseph fell back against his chair in a satisfied slump, his arms still hugging you close.

As you caught your breath, you looked up to him with a flustered expression, your lips pouting. “Now I’m gonna be all sticky walking through Artist Alley.”

A grin just cracked onto his lips as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead while reaching down to give your ass another squeeze as he affectionately teased,

“Don’t worry about it, puddin’. I’ll wash you up real nice with some Gintama soap tonight!”

He would happily make good on his word.

#Joseph Joestar #joseph joestar x reader #JJBA #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

[pagesfromthevoid]

okay i'm finally here with an a song for Adrian !!! Ik theres a lot of memes surrounding Weezer but i mean Adrian is also a walking meme so i feel like it's fitting yk? Anyway, Thank God for Girls sCREAAAMMMSS adrian for me.

"The girl in the pastry shop with the net in her hair. Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip. In the woods with your bros that you've known since second grade. And you may encounter dragons or ruffians and be called upon. To employ your testosterone. In a battle for supremacy and access to females glued to the TV. And even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes. And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments. And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home. She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes And a big fat cannoli to shove in your mouth And that's why you Thank God for girls."

I imagine this being another one of those moment where Adrian is like rambling. I feel like Adrian is a hardcore feminist. It's like one of those moments where he's explaining to Chris why women are so much better than men. I think he puts some of his own experiences with women in while rambling, like when it says, "even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes." I think it's something Adrian would really appreciate from his partner. Having someone who will put him back together after every fight.

"She's so big. She's so strong. She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls. Thank God for girls."

I feel like Adrian has a thing for people who can hold their own. So just imagine him with a girl (or anyone tbh) who can hold their own against a fight with him. He'd pop a thimble just thinking about it.

"I'm so glad I got a girl to think of even though she isn't mine. I think about her all the day and all the night it's enough to know that she's alive. She says I give her sweaty palms she almost had a heart attack. The truth is that I'm just as scared I don't know how to act. I wish that I could get to know her better. But meeting up in real life would cause the illusion to shatter. I carved her name into all the trees. Sang a song down on one knee. Looking at the underwear page of the Sears catalog like when I was 14. I'm levitating like a magnet turned the wrong way around. I'm like an Indian Fakir tryna' meditate on a bed of nails with my pants pulled down."

Adrian's admitted that he doesn't feel emotions really, so i think unless they're very simple emotions (happy, sad, angry, excited) he probably doesn't know what he's feeling. Crushing on someone is confusing and annoying for the average person but for someone like Adrian, it's probably a lot harder to identify and deal with. But once he realizes whats going on, he probably goes into daydreaming mode about the person. Looking at dirty magazines (i have a feeling that Adrian thinks magazines are better than porn) and imaging his crushes face on the person. Having little fantasies about what he thinks dating her would be like. I don't think he'd be insecure in the traditional sense, like feeling he's not enough, but insecure in the sense that he's not "normal". Adrian would probably go out if his way to show that he's crushing on her, but again not in a traditional sense like flowers. He'd probably give her a something dnd related and hoped she knew how much it meant to him. Or yk kill someone for her. Same difference right?

"God took a rib from Adam, ground it up in a centrifuge machine. Mixed it with cardamom and cloves, microwaved it on the popcorn setting. While Adam was like "that really hurts." Going off into the tundra, so pissed at God And he started lighting minor forest fires, stealing osprey eggs. Messing with the bees who were trying to pollinate the echinacea. Until God said, "Ima smite you with loneliness. And break your heart in two." And Adam wept and wailed, tearing out his hair, falling on his knees Looked to the sky and said, "Thank God."

Okay so really quickly, i picture this entire verse as another one of Adrian's ramblings of the story of Adam and Eve in his perspective. It makes me cackle imagining him explaining this to Chris or Leota like it makes total sense. But aside from that, the theme i see in the song is the divinity in women femininity. Once Adrian moves on from crush to being in love with this person, he probably looks at them like they were his god. Adrian is not against begging and worshipping someone he loves. I think he would totally worship his girl like she was his god. Anything to please her.

Even if you don't like Weezer (or this song), i hope you're picking up what i'm putting down 💀🤚🏻 Also i hope those pizza rolls were good cause now i'm craving some. Hopefully this brightens your day a little!!! 💕💕

YESSSSSSSS oh my god this is such a great analysis for Adrian I think. My man is an ally. We love that.

Also my pizza rolls were bomb Lmao

#Adrian Chase #vigilante

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Blue Eyed Stallion

Welcome to the Sonnyside! This for written for my dear @beccabarba​ who requested this:

< Would you write something with Sonny x Reader for me, lovely? Waking up with him the morning after the first time you were intimate together. Both have a day off so no rushing to work! Idk if it should be fluff or smut or what, but I love the idea of waking up and looking into those blue eyes! 😊 >

Hope you enjoy this lovely and it hits the right spot, I know we are both crushing a bit at the moment x

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

WC: 1305

Enjoy x

Being an SUV Detective never gave you much time for a personal life. Between cases, over time and the odd weekend off catching up with family, there wasn’t much else going on. Sonny had always been such a sweet person. He was your partner and someone you trusted your life with. You would often catch him looking over at you from the across your desk, his cheeks would turn bright red and you would smile to yourself at how cute he was. He was always the gentleman that would open your car door, give you his jacket if you were cold, made sure you got home safe if you guys had a night out or a drink with Barba and would pay for your lunch or coffee.

It had taken him a while to warm up to asking you out, he wasn’t sure if you felt the same, but when he asked you out, you all but jumping on him wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him all over his cheeks, he had his answer. When you opened your front door to Sonny in your white and black dot flowy mini skirt, white frilled sleeve top tucked in, strappy low block heels and your hair in lose wavy curls, he kicked himself for not having made a move sooner,

“Y/N do you always dress like this for a date or am I lucky” you saw his eyes wondering up and down your legs.

“I could say the same to you” you winked over at him taking him all in, in a white button down and black jeans. His buttons undone showing off his neck and being able to see the top of his under shirt. Sonny took you to a restaurant that made all their own pasta and pasta sauce in house. Then taking you to a small corner eat-in bakery near his apartment because he knew you loved their cannoli’s so much every time he brought them in.

“I had a really good night with you Sonny” you melted into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I had a great night with you. Do you want me to take you home?” Sonny lent down kissing you lightly on the lips, your hands on his chest.

“Do you want to take me home?” you looked up at him up through your eye lashes.

“To my home yeah” Sonny smiled, the crinkles coming beside his eyes.

****

The sun was leaking through the closed curtains and you could hear birds singing through the closed windows. You opened your eyes slowly so you could adjust them to the dim light of the room. You were laying on your back one arm bent above your head your other down beside you. You could see the trail of discarded cloths from the door to the side of the bed, you looked down at your chest, still in Sonny’s under shirt you slipped on before you fell asleep wrapped in his arms.  

You smiled to yourself rolling over to see Sonny fast asleep facing you, his hands under his cheek as if he was praying. He looked so handsome, almost angelic. Your eyes scanned his face, your tummy filling with butterflies, wondering how you got so lucky for Sonny to have finally ask you out and waking up in his bed next to him after the best first date you had ever had and some of the best sex to date. As your mind drifted back to the night before you smirked to yourself thinking about how he flipped you on all fours tugging your hair back slightly wondering where your good little catholic boy partner had disappeared to. Not that you were complaining, that side of Sonny excited you. Just then Sonny started to stir his eyes fluttering opened a few times before his crystal blues locked with yours, a massive smile coming to his face,

“So it wasn’t a dream- morning babe” He said gruffly still waking up.

Sonny shifted himself towards you, reaching down under the sheets to grab your right leg pulling it up over his hip, pushing his other arm between your neck and the pillow pulling you in closer.

“Morning babe” You lent over and kissed him on the lips. You had your right arm resting on his waist and your other resting on his neck between it and the pillow.

“Spend the day with me” Sonny kissed your nose “We can go for breakfast” he kissed your cheek “Go for a walk in central park” he kissed the other cheek “Have dinner- then I’ll take you home for dessert” Sonny raised his eyes brows at you with a smirk, running his hand from your knee stopping as his hand reached your naked ass cheek giving it a light squeeze. You nodded back at Sonny with a smile as he thrusted his hips running his hard cock along the edge of your core covering your body in goose bumps moaning. Sonny rolled back on his back slightly reaching into the half opened draw for a condom. He ripped the packet open reaching down between you both rolling it on. Sonny adjusted his hips so he could thrust upwards, sliding into you inch by inch. Your head dropped forward and you bit your bottom lip the way he stretched you so deliciously.

“You feel so good Sonny” you cooed.

Sonny lent forward his lips landing on yours for a deep kiss cupping your cheeks, yours resting on his shoulders. Sonny was rolling his hips up and you could feel yourself edging closer and closer, still being worked up from thinking about last night before he woke up. You started to thrust into Sonny your hands starting to squeeze Sonny’s shoulders harder,

“You close babe?” Sonny grunted out. You could only nod when you felt Sonny reach down between you finding your hardened pearl rubbing circles on it with the pad of his thumb,

“Oh Sonny” your head fell forward leaning your forehead on his.

“Your-so beautiful” Sonny kissed you deeply again swallowing down your moans.

With a hard thrust and a roll of your clit and you were squealing into Sonny’s mouth, your whole body on fire your heart beating hard, breaking the kiss as you tried to catch your breath as he rode you out of your high. Sonny feeling you tighten around him as you came was enough to push him over spilling his seed into the condom as Sonny moaned your name.

You dropped your leg down, the muscles stiff, before Sonny got out of bed to go and clean himself up. When he walked back in you were laying on your back still trying to settle your heart, both your hands above your head and his heart skipped a beat just looking at you. He walked over to the bed laying on top of you resting his elbows beside your head. You wrapped your arms around his back bringing them up through his underarms, rubbing both hands over his shoulder blades.

Sonny kissed along your jaw from one ear to the other, then up one cheek and kissed you lightly on the lips,

“How did I get so lucky?” Sonny kissed your nose again.

“How did I get so lucky?” you copied him, your hands running down to the small of his back.

“I’ am sorry it took me so long” Sonny sighed

“It’s ok, you just have a lot of time to make up for” you winked up at him, he chuckled back at you.

“That won’t be a problem” he smirked at you “I have liked you a lot Y/N, for a long time”

You reached up pecking him on the lips.

“I like you a lot too Sonny, I always have”

 Tags: @detective-giggles​ love you for starting my Sonny crash.

@sweetcannolicarisi

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

Steve Rogers x Reader: The Nutcracker (AU) Part 2

Log cabins came into view.  Steve led you to a particularly large on.  Despite being covered in snow, you could make out the word “inn” on the hanging sign out front.  Steve opened the door and stepped aside so you could trudge in first. 

   Warmth surrounded you as you entered, and you almost wanted to cry. There was a cozy fire in a stone fireplace just as you had imagined.  There were several vintage chairs with floral-patterned cloth perched around it.  A woman from behind the counter approached.

   “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face.  She was wearing an old brown dress with a tan apron - sort of like a maid- and had a bonnet over her red hair.  Despite this garb, when you looked up at her face, you recognized her.  She looked over at your traveling companion.  

   “What did you do, Steve?”

   “Well, Nat, it’s a long story…” He sighed.  “The Mouse King found me, and there wasn’t much I could do to leave her out of it.  We were transported back to the Kingdom miles away from any shelter.”

   “Who is she anyway?” Natasha, also known by many as Black Widow, asked. She knelt down to help remove your icy slippers.

   “She lives in the Other Place.”

   “Wow, I know you were on the run, but I didn’t think you’d go that far,” Natasha said.  “Anyway,” she looked at you.  “You don’t have to worry.  You’re safe here.”

   “Thank you,” you replied with a smile.

   Natasha had a few other ladies who presumably worked at the inn run and fetch some dry clothes and some tea while she led you upstairs to a room where you could change.  Before long, you were given a cozy nightgown and shawl and a new pair of slippers.

   “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable by the fire,” Natasha told you. “Someone will be by with tea.”

   “Thank you so much,” you replied.  “Is there anything I can do?  To pay you back?”

   She cracked a smile.  “Pay us back? Absolutely not.  Anything for a friend of the rightful princ-”

   Suddenly, Steven coughed quite loudly.  You and Natasha looked at him, and he coughed again, but seemed to be giving Natasha a look.  You had no idea what was going on, but you elected to ignore it.

   You took a seat in one of the chairs near the fire.  There were no other guests around, probably since it was so late.  You were sort of glad to be able to enjoy the fire without weird stares.  Another woman wearing the same uniform as Natasha came over with a cup of tea.

   “Thank you,” you told her gratefully.  Oh my cannoli, she looked like Shield Agent Maria Hill.  

   “No problem,” she replied.

   The teacup was very charming with lovely flowers along the outside.  It was the ultimate cozy scene, and you could even glance out the window and see the blizzard roaring outside in the dark.

   Steve and Natasha were talking in hushed voices near the front counter.  A small part of you was curious about all the secrecy, but you figured this was Natasha Romanoff.  She wasn’t exactly Nick Fury, but you were sure her secrets have secrets.  The other part of you didn’t care at all; you just wanted sleep.  It had been quite a night.  You set the cup of tea down beside the chair and curled up with your blanket and shawl.

    “___________.”

   Someone was talking to you… But ugh, you were so tired.

   “____________, you have to get up.”  It was Steve.  You opened your eyes, blinking from the bright sunlight, and saw your nutcracker standing in front of you with one of his wooden hands on your shoulder.

   Oh, so none of that craziness last night was a dream after all.

   “What?” you yawned.  “What’s going on?”

   “The Mouse King and his minions are on their way.  They’ll be here any minute.  You and I need to hide.”  He took your hand and helped you to your feet.  “If he finds us here, we’ll be arrested on the spot.  And trust me, we do not want to be arrested by this guy.”

   “You don’t have to tell me twice.”  You yawned again.

   Natasha hurried over.  “We’ve got a place for you to hide.  If you’re quiet enough, they won’t find you.”

   “Thanks, Nat. I’m sorry about this…”

   “Shut your star-spangled mouth, Steve.  We’ll always be here for you no matter what.  Now, hurry up and hide.”  She pulled back the boards on the one wall to reveal a compartment.  It might be close quarters, but it would fit you and Steve.

   “Ladies first,” Steve said.  

   “Ever the gentleman,” you joked, climbing in.  You squeezed against the side as much as you could to make room for the nutcracker.  He got in, and Natasha put the boards back in place, leaving you in darkness.  “Well, this is cozy.”

   Despite the tense situation, Steve chuckled.  “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

   “Oh yes, it’s always been my dream to be squished in a secret compartment fearing for my life.”

   At that, Steve went quiet.

   “Hey,” you nudged him, to no avail since he was made of wood.  “It’s alright, really.”

   “No, it’s not,” he said.  “It seems wherever I go, I bring danger.  It’s why I ran away from the kingdom in the first place.  I went so far where I thought no one would find me.  But somehow after meeting you I ended up back here again.”

   “Oh, well, I’m sorry.”  His comment sort of stung.  It made you feel that you were the reason this happened.  You were just minding your own business at your grandparents’ house until he stumbled in your life!  “Why did you rescue me, then? If it was going to be a big problem?”

   “I didn’t mean it like that, __________.”

   “Well, it kind of sounded like it.”

   Steve grew quiet again, and you wondered if the two of you would speak again for a while.  This was quite a side of Captain America and his character…how troubled he was in his concern for others and how his actions affect them.

   “I rescued you for a few reasons,” he spoke up.  “One; because I couldn’t let the Mouse King hurt anyone. And two; there’s just something special about you.”

   You wanted to laugh.  “Me? Special?”

   “Yes,” Steve looked at you.  “Remember when your brother broke me?  When he told you he’d replace me, you said that you don’t give up on people just because they’re broken? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard.”

   Your cheeks grew warm.  “You heard all that?”

   Steve chuckled softly.  “Yes.”

   “All of it?”

   “Yep.  Apparently you think I’m hot?”

   “Oh my gosh…I wish I was invisible right now.”

   Just then, there was a sound of someone shushing you from the inn lobby. Most likely Natasha.  How convenient for you.

   “He’s here,” she said quietly.

   The front door flew open violently, and chitauri let out screeches as they entered.  The footsteps of the Mouse King were last to enter.

   “Greetings,” he said.  “Have any of you fine citizens seen a nutcracker and a woman come through here?”

   “No,” Natasha replied calmly.  “Nothing like that around here, unless you mean that nutcracker over on the shelf.”

   There was as sly chuckle.  “I suppose you think you’re very amusing.  Well, unfortunately, I am not in the gaming mood.  This is the town closest from where the nutcracker and girl were transported.  They’d have to be quite unintelligent not to have come here.”

   “Nutcrackers are made of wood.  I’m sure he was lacking a brain,” Natasha shot back.  “Because we haven’t seen anyone with that description. Right, Maria?”

   “That’s right.”

   It grew silent for a few, and then there was the sound of wood being broken. Glass shattered.  Books fell off a shelf.  

   The chitauri were tearing the place apart, probably looking for you and Steve.  You had to keep from crying out when a chitauri broke something near the secret compartment.  Steve could probably tell because he put an arm around you.  Fortunately, none of them found the compartment in the wall.

   In fact, it wasn’t too long after the chitauri searched upstairs that they left. The Mouse King bid the ladies good day and left the place a wreck.  Natasha opened up the boards so you and Steve could climb out shortly after.

   “That was messed up.”  You shook your head.  “I’m sorry about the inn, Natasha.”

   “It’s alright,” she commented with a smirk.  “It was getting pretty boring around here anyway.  I’m just glad The Mouse King didn’t recognize any of us.”

   “Recognize you?” you repeated.

   “Indeed,” a new voice joined the conversation.  There he was.  The big guy himself.  Nick Fury. “Things would have gotten….interesting, to say the least.”

   “Wait, what’s going on?” you asked.  “I feel like I’m missing something.”

   “___________, this is Fury,” Steve informed.  “He is Captain of the elite force known as Shield.  It’s his job, and all of these fine ladies and gentleman who you’ve seen around the inn, to guard the, uh Prince.”

   “Since the Mouse King took over, we had to go into hiding.  I became owner of this inn to help him go into hiding,” Fury explained, gesturing to Steve.  “And we provide assistance to anyone who resists the Mouse King’s rule.”

   “Wow, that’s just…wow.  I’m officially amazed.”  

   Fury folded his arms, turning to the nutcracker.  “So, your highne-”

   “Steve.”

   “Steve,” Fury echoed with a touch of sass.  “What brings you back to the Royal Garden Inn?”

   “Well, I had a run-in with the Mouse King.  __________ here helped me, and the Mouse King shrunk her down from her normal size.  I brought her here to find the Sugarplum Princess who will change her back, and maybe change me back from a nutcracker.”

   “The Sugarplum Princess?” Fury echoed, raising a brow.  To be completely honest, it was hilarious to hear Fury say that.   “The Sugarplum Princess is said to be a myth,” he continued, so serious.  You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, and he looked at you with his one good eye.  “Something funny?”

   “No, Sir.  Please continue.”

   “Anyway, the Sugarplum Princess is a myth, but if she did exist, our records indicate she’d be on an island across the frozen lake.  It’s quite a journey.  Not to mention you are on the Mouse King’s ‘most wanted’ list.”

   “I know, but what choice do I have?” Steve questioned.  “__________ and I can’t stay like this forever.  She belongs at home with her family.  She can’t do that if she’s not even a foot tall in her world.”

   “Understood.”  Fury nodded. “We can give you some supplies, and I’ll send one of my best with you.  Romanoff?  You up for a mission to find some Sugarplum chick who may not exist?”

   Natasha shrugged.  “Sure thing.”

   “Then it’s settled.  Hill, make the preparations.”

   Maria nodded and hurried away.  

PART 3

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[they-callme-ami]

Playing with Fire, Part 2 (Tobias x Fem!MC)

wordcount: 945

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To say that was the best first date of your life was an understatement. It was the best date you’ve had, period. Tobias had swung by later after his shift, but texted you beforehand to grab some dinner.  You went to the diner, feeling nostalgic, and grabbed a quick bite before heading back to get ready.  Of course this man would look fine as hell--we're talking black turtleneck, navy blue blazer and pants, and a subtle golden touch with some rings on his pointers.

"Oh damn. Y'know--I could be wrong-- but I don't think they got red carpet events in Boston." You smile, looking him up and down.

"I could say the same for you y'know. Showing me up and everything…" his eyes traveled over your body, and you couldn't lie...it felt good feeling them, and seeing the way he smiled.

The two of you headed to his car, and he held the door for you. It was as if this Tobias was much different than that cocky one you’ve known at work--

“Y’know, your ass looks great in this outfit.” Aaaaaaaand there it was. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him before you both got in and he began to drive.

“Tobias--you got all fancy for a bakery…?”

“Indulge me. I promise, this place is great. It’s way better than some snooty restaurant Ethan could take you too--” Tobias gripped the steering wheel a bit and looked out the window. Was he...jealous? You had no time to mull over these thoughts as you head inside of ‘Mike’s Pastry’...and it smelt amazing. You could smell all kinds of sugary, sweet and delicious scents.  Your mouth watered at the sights of all those baked goods in the display.  “Oh wow...cannoli, lobster tails, crème puffs? Someone’s definitely got a sweet tooth tonight…” You smirked.  A quick conversation later and the two of you were sat down outside on a bench, and Tobias had already ordered you both lots of sweets.

“Two vanilla cream cheese filled Lobster tails, 6 cannoli filled with chocolate cream, and 2 cups of hot cocoa for Tobias and his lovely date.~” The cashier--who had to be no older than 20-- smiled as he placed the boxes down. Tobias laughed and covered his mouth. “Nope, don’t start grinning and trying to hide it man. You got a lovely woman.” He winked and walked off to serve someone else.

“‘Lovely woman’ hm?  We better give this place the best tip of if they’re handing out compliments like that y’know…” You snicker, the two of you laughing before you began to eat. “...…Oh my God. The lobster tails filling is so sweet and thick, and the outside is so warm and flakey. And the cannoli? Tobias, it’s like chocolate , sugar and an angel had a baby.  This cocoa, it’s so--“

“Okay Food Network, guess it’s safe to say I chose the right place?” Tobias teased while he sipped on his cocoa--also spectacular.  You roll your eyes and smile, messing with your hair.  This guy…

As the night went on, you traded some back and forth banter, laughing.  You were talking about work until you...let a certain name slip.  

“You’d think now that I’m a 2nd year AND on the diagnostics, Ethan would give me some more respect and--” You could see Tobias with a thin smile, nodding along...but his eyes said something else different; and he was gripping his cup kinda hard. “Hey…? You okay? You--” You were interrupted by him suddenly standing up , and just like that, Tobias grabbed your hand and put on a sudden smile.

“C’mon, let’s go take a walk Casey..” he said.  You two began to walk, and despite the confident and cheerful attitude he put on...you could tell something was up.  He then stopped at the nearby park, one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand to his lips...he peppered soft kisses against your skin, his plump lips pressing against your knuckles….and he looked at you with those fiery eyes, but this time...they were filled with lust.

“Casey…” he looked into your eyes...and pulled you closer.

“Tobias, what is it--?” before you could finish, he had you pinned against a nearby tree.

His hands pulled you closer and his kiss became rough with lust, and he slid his tongue inside your mouth.  His hands traveled down to your lower back, just above your ass.  You tried to reach up to his face but Tobias stopped you--his hands pinning yours over your head and pulled away...your lips were inches away from each other.  What started as a cool night….suddenly felt hotter.

“...Next time, don’t mention his name on our date, okay? It’s after hours….he’s not your boss on our time.” He whispers against your lips. Your whole body heated up, cheeks warm as the blood rushed to them, your eyes gazing into his.  “I hate to be one of those guys though...he’s your boss...your friend...and...and I’m--”

“You’re the man who’s been on my mind since that day in the diner, idiot.  Ethan’s my boss, and as much as I talk shit about him--he’s my friend.  But I know you two had some strained times...so don’t think about him right now…” your lips slowly reach up to his ear and whisper softly, “Think about you and me, Tobias.”

The car ride to his home was a blur...you couldn’t even take notice of his townhouse, or the décor inside….you two rushed in...and this was it. It was time for you to play with that fire in him.

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[flowerfan2]

I Love Making Connections

David/Patrick, 1600 words, M, A03

S05e07 - A Whisper of Desire Episode Coda (with more than a whisper...)

Patrick lets himself into the apartment, trying to stay quiet in case David is already asleep.  He blinks until his eyes adjust to the dim light, and sees David crouched down on the floor next to their bed.

“David?”

David scrambles up quickly, a hand landing on his hip.  “Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, um.  Just some push-ups.  I’m starting a new exercise routine.”

Patrick moves closer.  David’s in his striped sleep shirt and soft joggers.  And he’s never seen David do push-ups.  Ever.

“Everything okay?”

David’s eyes flicker towards Patrick and away.  “Yes.”  He knows Patrick isn’t fooled.

“Why don’t you come here and tell me about it?”  Patrick says, setting a hand on the small of David’s back and leading him towards the couch.   He can feel the tension in David’s body. “I brought treats.”  Patrick turns on a light and sets a bakery box on the coffee table.

David folds himself onto the couch next to Patrick, close against his side.  Patrick wants to grab him and hold him tight, wash away whatever stress he’s feeling, but he made the tactical error of mentioning treats and so that will have to wait.

“What’s in there?”  David reaches across Patrick to open the box, and coos in excitement.  “Cannoli?  Where did you get these?”

“It’s Ivan’s latest new offering.  Twyla had them at the café.  Consider them an apology for me getting back so late tonight.  I wanted to read through the whole script for <i>Cabaret,</i> and then I started googling stuff about Berlin in the 1930’s, and I lost track of time.”

David sits back and looks at Patrick, his face open.  “You don’t have to apologize.”

Patrick shrugs.  “I know, but… it’s nicer to go to sleep together, right?”

David tucks his head, failing to hide a blush.  “Sure.”

“You want to tell me what you were doing on the floor?”

David huffs and pouts and looks so much like Alexis that Patrick almost wants to laugh.  “Nothing.”

“Not push-ups?”

David’s eyes widen as he realizes that he already forgot his original explanation.  “Fine.  Whatever.  You caught me checking under the bed.  Can we move on or do you want to humiliate me further?”

“David…” Patrick grabs his hands, halting David’s waving, and holds them together.  “There’s no need to feel badly about it.”

“Right.”

“I check under the bed sometimes too.”

David looks at him from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out whether Patrick’s just being a troll.  It’s fair, he does it often enough.

“Years ago I watched an episode of some tv show where there was this awful guy hiding under the bed – I won’t give you the details, you don’t need that image in your mind.” Patrick shakes his own head, he doesn’t want it there either, that CSI episode terrified him for years.  “So, yeah, every once in a while that pops into my brain and I can’t get it out until I take a quick look to make sure no one’s there.”

David studies Patrick, and leans into him, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.  “You’re very nice to me, Patrick.”

Patrick doesn’t think that not giving his boyfriend shit for being nervous about something that pretty much anyone he’s ever met is scared of makes him unusually nice, but he knows David’s experience of people sets this bar unfortunately low.

“Well, I did bring you cannolis.  I can’t believe you haven’t tried them yet.”

David perks back up, leaning across Patrick to reach the table.  Gingerly, he picks up the box and peers in.  “As much as I am obviously excited about dessert, I’m not sure I trust Ivan with this.”

Patrick swipes his finger into the ricotta filling and holds it out to David.  “Try it.”

Eyebrows raised – whether at Patrick’s attempt at a sexy voice or his unsanitary approach, Patrick isn’t sure – David takes Patrick’s hand and guides his finger to his mouth.

“That’s pretty good,” David says, voice going low.

Patrick holds David’s eyes and digs into the cannoli again, an even bigger dollop on his finger.  “Here, have some more.”

David inhales sharply, and pulls Patrick’s outstretched finger into his mouth.  This time he sucks a little, swirling his tongue around Patrick’s fingertip and then letting it go with a pop that goes straight to Patrick’s groin.

“David.”  Patrick just has to kiss him now, leaning forward and capturing David’s sugary lips, and David hums back at him, ditching the pastry box on the coffee table.  Patrick closes his eyes and breathes in the faint smell of David’s cologne, his hand settling along David’s jaw.  He licks David’s mouth clean, nips a little to make sure he’s got it all, and David slides his fingers up into Patrick’s hair.

David takes charge then, one hot brush after another, then a firmer press, his hand on Patrick’s neck controlling the angle.  Electricity sparks down Patrick’s spine.  Needing to be closer, Patrick shifts and swings a leg up and over David’s lap, straddling him as David’s tongue sweeps inside his mouth.

David is so good at this.  He kisses Patrick like no one ever has before, and it’s not just the stubble that’s the difference.  He puts all of his passion into it, his anxieties dropping away to reveal the strength and fire at his center.  He’s vulnerable when they’re together like this, and Patrick loves it, loves him, can’t get enough.

He grinds against David, who grabs his ass and digs his fingers in, pulling him close and egging him on.  But the angle isn’t quite right, and while he can feel how hard David is getting in his joggers, Patrick’s still got his jeans on and they are decidedly in the way.

“Bed?” he asks, panting into David’s ear, and David slaps his ass and stands them both up off the couch. They’re stripping their clothes off as they stumble over, arousal making them clumsy but no less eager.

David shoves the duvet out of the way and Patrick tugs him down, their legs wrapping around each other and hips struggling to find friction.  “What do you want?” David asks, his hand finding Patrick’s ass again, this time free to squeeze and tease without the barrier of Patrick’s jeans.

“I don’t know, god, fuck,” Patrick says, sucking kisses along David’s scratchy neck, and hissing out a breath as David gets a hand between them.  “How’d you get me so hot so fast?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and David knows it.  “This good?”  David asks, as he starts to stroke Patrick’s cock, his thumb caressing the tip with each pass.  

“God, yes, so good.”  Patrick moans and starts thrusting against David, fucking his hand.  He’s achingly hard, and David’s touch is perfect, one hand on his cock and the other on his ass, a finger sliding into his crack, pressing just there –

It’s going to be over for Patrick too soon, but he wants to feel David, wants him there with him too.  “Come here, let me-” Patrick snakes his hand down to find David.  He’s so hard now, so hot, and Patrick cups his hand around him.  David moans and shifts so that they can both jerk and thrust.  It’s a little dry but it’s so good, Patrick wants it to go on forever, just spend the rest of his life here in this bed with David panting into his skin.  He’s so caught up in it that he’s surprised when David comes, shuddering and shaking with the force of his release.

He strokes David’s shoulder, his side, anything he can reach.  “Mmm, god, David, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs.  David raises himself up on an elbow, his eyes blown and hair a mess, and then slides down Patrick’s body and takes his cock in his mouth.

The delicious shock of it pushes all the breath out of his lungs, and if David didn’t have an arm slung over his hips Patrick would have jumped right off the bed.  He was so close already, the feel of David’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him is almost too much to take.  Patrick arches up, his head tipping back, and David sucks him deeper.  He comes in a rush of sensation, stars exploding behind his eyes.  David’s arms enfold him.  “I’ve got you,” David whispers, and Patrick knows with all his heart that it’s true.

*****

A few days later Patrick is laying on his stomach on the rug next to their bed when David comes home.  Ever curious, David joins him on the floor, sneaking a kiss onto his cheek.

“Hard day?” David asks, pulling Patrick into his arms.

“No, actually.  I got a lot done.”  Patrick rolls over and points under the bed.  “What do you think?”

David takes in the large storage boxes Patrick has arranged under the bed.  They’ve got clear sides so you can easily see what’s inside them.

“They’re not visible until you get down here,” David says, and Patrick nods.  David wouldn’t want plastic boxes sticking out from under the bed, so these don’t fill up the whole space.  But they would make it pretty hard for a scary creature to lie in wait.

“What’s in them?”

“I put some of my books from those boxes that were in the back of my car, and a few winter coats I don’t wear.”

David tucks his chin on Patrick’s shoulder.  “The ones that were taking up all that space in the closet?”

“Mmhm.”

“So, let me get this straight.”  David runs the palm of his hand over Patrick’s chest, a smile spreading across his face.  “You gave me more closet space, and saved me from potential murderers?”

Patrick leans up and pecks David’s lips.  “And I bought us more cannolis.”

#Schitt's Creek fic #Schitt's Creek #David Rose #Patrick Brewer #S05e07

[moonydaydreams]

𝐣𝐮𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Fandom: It Lives In the Woods

Pairing: MC x Noah, MC x Connor (past)

Words: 7.363 (holy cow)

Summary: Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but a second chance does. Even for someone like Noah Marshall.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, angst 101 and swearing for dummies

Author’s note: This is my first Choices story and, holy cannoli, this is longer than I intended to be. But nonetheless, this an AU of what could have been had neither Noah or MC sacrificed themselves to take Jane’s place (THIS IS, IN ANOTHER WORD, A FORM OF DENIAL, Y'ALL. CAUSE THAT ENDING WRECKED ME) and Noah fled from Westchester. I’m sorry if the characters seem OOC or the story feels meh. So if you’re digging it or simply detest it, let me know, yeah? thanks!

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In a city where the subway stations smell like after-shave and peanut butter and jelly breath smelling college students at nine in the morning, and half of the street names that he still can’t recall to this day, a young man in a beanie, who couldn’t have been more than twenty or twenty-one enters a small 24/7 convenience store with his hands thrust deep inside his coat pockets.

A burly, beer-swilling, 6 feet of a man behind the cashier, elbow-deep in the football magazine in his last season’s Real Madrid jersey, glances up from his reading upon his arrival. His eyebrows narrow.

“Never seen you visiting this late,” Romero comments dryly over the trip-hop music that is playing over the speakers and flicked his eyes back to the magazine. “Did you accidentally shoot your dealer or some shit?“

Romero’s attempt on making small talks with him, albeit as condescending as it sounds, does not fall on deaf ears. But it’s cold outside and he’s hungry and broke, he simply doesn’t have the will to entertain him.

“Shut up. I’m hungry,” replies the young man, stopping by the instant food section. His eyes finding the many varieties of flavors and brands and feels his stomach sick at the amount of artificial food he’s been consuming over the years. It’s like being eight all over again.

“Well, knock yourself out. We just stocked up those crazy spicy Korean ramen you kids can’t seem to stop feeding.” Romero’s face breaks into a mocking grin. “Can’t wait to see you all die from cancer.”

“Instant noodles don’t directly cause cancer on its own, actually.”

Romero burst into laughter. “And how the fuck does a two-bit junkie like you know that, Malcolm?”

The boy’s face involuntarily twitches.

And it isn’t because of how alien the sound when someone addresses him with his fake name or how Romero somehow thinks he has his character all figured out. The thing about living in incognito for years, he’s already become accustomed to those; to prejudices and living up to the persona that people design for him just to inflate their egos and ward them off of his tail in the process. No one wants to affiliate themselves with “the junkie” or “the hot-headed mechanic with suicidal tendencies” and he is more than fine with his solitary.

No. It is the nature of the question that throws him off guard and how his mind all too soon, against his better wishes, refers to her.

Suddenly, he is Noah again. Thirteen years ago at the age of eight, looking out of the window with Jane as they watched a girl about their age in a short tutu dress and combat boots climbing up the oak tree in their backyard to save a distressed kitten.

Their parents saw this, did a double-take, went hysterical and called her parents. He later learned her name was Liz and that she’d just moved into the neighborhood a week ago.

Then he sees Liz again, now a few months after their first encounter, running off to the forest with Jane’s arm linked with hers. He remembers her messy braided hair and freckles multiplied by the sun as they led Noah and the rest of their friends to abandoned ruins they’d somehow stumbled on a week ago. 

His memory of her somehow jumps forward. Now, he sees her in a different light, a different vignette. It is from three years ago this time and she was no longer the Liz all knees, elbows and mud on her shoes young girl from his childhood. She was Liz, on the edge of seventeen, her hair nine shades lighter than when she was a kid (she also had bangs now) with a barbed wire bat in her left hand, and a fire axe in the other, but still the same dark-eyed sprite that made his cold, dead heart skip a beat whenever she looked at his way and smiled that smile of hers; the kind that radiated her cheeks and lit up her eyes. 

The same light that he watched slowly waning from her eyes when she discovered his ulterior plan. 

His heart feels like shattering into smithereens all over again. He doesn’t realize he’s been squeezing on the noodle packet too tight until he hears the contents shatter in his hand. 

“A friend told me,” Noah finds himself saying even before his brain can halt it. Staring blankly at the packet, his mouth dropping into a frown.

He can feel Romero’s gaze on him, curious and confused. Shifting between the packet in his hand and his glazed-over expression. Noah, realizing he’s just projected his emotion right out in the open, huffs and throws the squeezed noodle packet into his shopping basket. 

Romero clears his throat. “Sounds like quite a friend.”

Noah pretends as if the jig isn’t exactly up and decides to actively ignore the older man. He gets the rest of his needs, holding the last of his composure against slipping and brings his groceries to the cashier, looking down at his feet whenever Romero glances at him in genuine concern.

“Catch ya later, Malcolm,” Romero says as he hands Noah the change. “And, uh… stay safe, you hear me?”

Noah, in return, only nods his thanks, probably a little too curt according to the polite society and leaves.

Outside, thunder begins to roll overhead. Noah eyes the sky nervously. It’s going to rain soon. And hard judging from the way the clouds are moving across the black midnight sky.

Noah rifles for his cigarette pack from his pockets, lights one and begins making his way back to his hellhole of an apartment. Treading slowly through the deserted streets, steering clear from alley-ways and suspicious characters until he can see the window of his apartment.

Then, Noah’s feet skid to a hard stop.

His jaw drops, his cigarette falling unheeded to the ground.

Sitting on the front steps of his apartment building is Liz, swathed in an oversized overcoat, her head leaning onto the railings, she seems to be sleeping.

What in the sweet fuck?

For a good minute, Noah stands stock-still. He simply gazes at his former best friend, nonplussed and borderline panicking. A migraine begins to form in his head. He gazes over his shoulder, watching and waiting for anyone to jump at him from the alley or anything, because there is no way in hell this is not a trap. This can’t be. 

He waits and waits, but no one comes out. Confused, Noah looks at her again, his expression inscrutable. If this is not a trap, then this must be a cruel dream the universe pulls on him for all the wrongdoings he has committed in his life. That, or Noah must have tragically died on his way back home and ascended to heaven. 

But then, if this is heaven, why is he here?

Eventually, Noah kneels before her. He reaches his hand out to her, hesitating mid-move and touches her shoulder.

“Liz?” he gives her shoulder a gentle shake. “Liz, wake up.”

She does. Slowly, her eyes flutter open, bleary and brown, and meets his gaze for the first time in three years. Noah feels like his breath stuck in his throat.

“Noah?” Liz blinks sleepily, twice, then yawns into the back of her hand. “What time is it?”

He glances at his phone. “A quarter past two.”

Liz’s brows furrow. “Huh. What were you doing out so late?”

“Had to do a supply run.” Noah gestures to the shopping bag in his hand. Then, “Liz, what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice a broken whisper.

Liz doesn’t answer his question, merely wraps her arms around herself, attempting to keep warm and sighs tiredly.

“Noah, can we go inside?” she pleas, instead. Desperation fuelling her voice. “I’m tired and cold and I…” she trails off.

Consideration flashes in Noah’s eyes for a moment. The logical part of his head insists for him to take her to the nearest train station and send her off back to Westchester. It’s the right thing to do. Considering that he’s been laying low for years now, the last thing he needs to add to his ongoing headache is for the police to suspect that she’s an accomplice.

But he’s never been the wiser one.

So, he takes her gloved hand and helps her to stand and, after giving one last look at their surroundings, of course, ushers her inside the apartment building. 

Neither says anything as they make their way to the staircase, as they venture through the grimy hallway where the dim and shadowed lights overhead following their every step like vultures and past the occupied doors where a loud, sexual moan comes from behind one of them.

She doesn’t make any comment about the awful state of the place he lives in, while he simply doesn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed because everything happens so sudden, Noah himself is still second-guessing if any of this is real. 

Finally, they stop by his door. Noah produces the key from his wallet when he hesitates, remembering the state of the room the last time he left it.

“A bit of warning, though…” He rubs his neck, embarrassed. “it’s pretty messy inside.”

“It’s fine.”

Noah turns the key and eases the door open.

The rain has started to pour. Noah turns the side lamp on and takes off his coat, his groceries on top of the kitchen counter. He watches as Liz, as if in a daze, tosses her coat and gloves to his bed and walks towards the direction of the window. A hand against the windowpane, the flare of the street lamp outside illuminating her features in the dimness, she silently watches as the rain falls on the pavement. Lost somewhere in the tangled cobwebs of her thoughts.

And it occurs to Noah that she is no longer Liz, on the edge of seventeen with a barbed wire bat in her left hand, and a fire axe in the other. She is Liz, older, with circles under her eyes, the world on her shoulders and a few pounds lighter than he remembers, but still the same dark-eyed sprite and with the pale shades of haired girl that he yearns to wrap his arms around and tells her how sorry he is for all those years ago, for leaving without saying a proper goodbye and how all these years it is her that keeps him going through every day and drives him insane at the same time. 

But he can only remain in his place and forces to quell his desire to do the aforementioned. Because Noah’s pretty sure that privilege is long gone the moment his betrayal came to light. Even to be standing in the very room with her is a crime, yet here they are.

Here she is.

“Liz?“ 

“Yeah?”

“Have you, uh,” his gaze finds the ramen packets, suddenly feeling inspired. “Have you eaten anything?”

She is silent for a while. “No.”

“I’m making ramen, you want some?” 

“Okay.” 

With that, Noah rolls up his sleeves, takes two eggs and a few vegetables from the fridge and begins to work. He ditches the salty packet of MSG and makes his own broth while at the same time, mincing the garlic and green onion and grating the ginger. By the time he sautées the aromatics, Liz makes a beeline from the window and hops onto the counter, watching him distractedly as he continues cooking. 

She stays silent and so does he. Despite the lack of words, everything feels strangely… domestic? Under different circumstances, Noah can easily get used to this; him cooking for her, with her becoming his taste tester whenever he’s experimenting with new recipes he finds on the internet and simply impresses her on a daily basis. Yeah, he can definitely get used to that.

Ten minutes passed, Noah then moves the ‘upgraded ramen’ to the bowls and serves one to her. The taste will probably pale in comparison to the one that her mom used to make, yet it earns him her first smile of the night, albeit small and closed-mouthed, it’s still a smile nonetheless. 

He grabs two cans of beer from the fridge and moves onto the couch with her. They finish their meal within minutes, still in silence. For a moment, the only sound that encompasses the room is the rain and his next-door neighbor who has the TV going in full-blast. That asshole.

Noah reaches out for a cigarette pack from the coffee table, dexterously flicks his wrist so a single one pops halfway out of the carton. He casts her a sidelong glance.

“Do you mind if I…?” he trails off, gesturing to the cigarette. 

Liz’s stare zeroes on the cancer stick, scowling, as if she doesn’t approve of this vice of his, but shrugs nonetheless. 

“So, how, uh…” Noah clears his throat, gathering his courage. How does he do this? How do you break the ice with your former best friend who you happen to have a crush on for more than a decade and almost murdered because your dead twin sister compelled you to do so without being awkward? 

“How are you, by the way?“ he manages to ask behind a plume of smoke. 

“I’m doing okay,” she says but in a tone when someone is obviously not okay.

“Just okay?”

“I…” she hesitates. “Yeah, just okay.” Liz lies and manages a weak smile. Noah decides not to press for more information. “Though I’ve been busy these days. I’m trying to finish my dissertation sometime around next year.”

"Already?” And she nods. Noah whistles, obviously impressed. "I’m guessing you did take the English major?”

Liz’s eyes widened slightly. “You remember." 

"Yeah.” Noah looks down. Of course he remembers, not when it’s impossible to forget the very idea of Liz Mortimer. “And your old man doesn’t try to fight you for this?”

“Nope. After Ja–” she clamps her mouth shut. “I graduated, let’s just say he had a hard time saying no to me.” She chuckles, but just for a good three seconds and Noah doesn’t have to ask why to know the reason behind her father’s sudden change of heart.

“How about you?” she asks, then shakes her head. “I mean, how are you?” She amends.

Heaven knows I’m always miserable, Liz. But he doesn’t say that. “I’m okay, too, I guess." 

"Just okay?” Liz parrots his own words at him and he smiles, the left side of his mouth higher than the right. They may still be painfully awkward to one another, but it feels so good to be talking with her again.

“Nothing new under the sun for me, but I’m thriving. And, um, how’s the others?” a.k.a the bunch of group of friends I hurt.

“They’re alright. Lily started her own video game called Pixie Moon, which I have no doubt will take the world by storm the way Candy Crush did; Ava is writing a book about witch trials; Stace is studying journalism and basically kicking ass; Dan is pursuing psychology; His majesty King Kang himself is playing for the Bighorns; and Lucas, as you can expect, is off to save our earth.”

Noah swallows the information one by one. His face an inscrutable blank. All of his friends somehow have found a place on this earth, they all have moved on except for him, again, who’s still scratching around in the same old hole; his future derived, his past an endless pitfall.

“And Connor?” he asks quietly, when in truth he doesn’t give two-shits about the man. But he knows she does, and Noah loves her too much to let his jealousy dictate his behavior. 

Suddenly, her face falls. Teeth chewing nervously on her lower lip. “He's… fine. He’s probably at home now as we speak.“

“And now you’re a long way from home.”

“So are you.”

Noah shakes his head. “Westchester stopped being my home the moment I turned eight.” He sighs forlornly, looks the other way, hands fidgeting. Force of habit. “Liz, as much as I’m glad to see you, but why did you come here?”

“How long have you been staying here?” Liz evades his question as if he never asked it in the first place.

Noah raises an eyebrow, exhales, but decides to play along. “Since August. So that’s two months. Probably, the longest I have ever stayed in one place.”

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Well, there was Utah and Kansas. Then Minnesota for a couple of weeks, but I couldn’t stand the cold and the rest is history,” he keeps his answer as vague as possible, not when he still has no idea the nature of her visit. “Look, why are you here?”

But still, the girl dodges his question. “Why do you–”

Until his patience can’t simply take it anymore. 

Noah is all but scoots over to her position until their knees are touching, the cigarette forgotten on the ashtray, and grips her arms firmly. His eyebrows knitted as he takes in her stunned face. 

“Liz.” There is a twinge of anger, confusion and desperation in the way he says her name this time. “Why are you here? You know you can’t be here. Goddamn it! If the fucking cops find out that you’re here…” Once he realizes what he is doing, he withdraws his hands as if she’s fire and now he’s burning.

“They won’t. I can assure you that." 

"You don’t know that.”

“I know what I’m doing, Noah. Trust me, I wouldn’t have come here if I knew it’s not safe,” Liz replies, her tone doesn’t leave any room for doubts and he knows there is no way to talk his way around it. Not to mention, he trusts her, if there is anyone who can sneak behind authority and get away with it, it has to be her.

Noah shrugs, agreeable, but he isn’t going to let her off so easily. 

“How did you find me, anyway?” he questions, reaching for his cigarette and takes a deep, long drag just to spite his throat. He has a feeling he might be smoking his misery away all night by the time she’s left.

The blonde-haired girl shrugs and absentmindedly leans her back against the couch, one arm wraps around her midsection. “It wasn’t easy, actually. But I made some new friends in Pine Springs and one of them is acquainted with the newly-minted Police Chief. Pulled a few strings and here we are.” 

“Pine Springs? What the heck were you doing there?”

“It's… a long story. But there were people there needing my help, and in exchange, they helped me track you down. An eye for an eye.”

Lightning suddenly jags across the night sky, briefly illuminating the room, pulling him out of his musings. She jumps at the sound, startled, and instinctively reaches for his hand. Noah freezes at the contact, forgetting how her skin feels like on his or a decent human contact in general. It’s been so long. And somehow he loses the ability to speak, to think.

He definitely doesn’t think when Noah moves his hand under hers, intertwining their fingers together.

Noah feels her head moving, her eyes darting from their joined hands and to his face that turns into a parade of expressions– misery, regret and melancholy. The holy trinity of feelings he’s been bearing for the past three years– for the past thirteen years of his life, actually– and feels her hand squeezing back his. 

“Christ, I can’t believe you went all through that shit just to find me,” he croaks, all but on the verge of tears. “And I left you just like that even without saying sorry.”

“Noah…”

“No, let me say it, Liz. I need to say it.” His hands are trembling, his composure this close from crumbling. “What I did was unforgivable. And I know there is nothing in this world that could help me undo the damage I’ve done to you and how I’ll spend the rest of my day regretting it, but regardless, I’m sorry,” he sobs, his whole body is shaking by now. 

“I’m so sorry for the nightmare I put you through. I was so blinded by my own volition and revenge for Jane’s death that I hurt you, all of you in the process without giving a single rat’s ass about it.” Noah pauses, wipes his tears with the back of his hand. “I’m a monster, Liz. A selfish, heartless, miserable monster. God, I should have died that night.”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” She plucks the cigarette from his other hand, discards it on her empty bowl and places her other hand on his shoulder. “Noah, look at me,” she says again, her voice like a caress. He looks up. “Don’t say that. You are not a monster. You’re just a byproduct of the pain from losing your sister, loneliness and bad parenting. That doesn’t make you a monster. That makes you human.”

“A normal human being wouldn’t lure his friends into abandoned ruins in the middle of a fucking forest where his sister died and put their lives hang in the balance.”

“No, they wouldn’t, but if there is anything Dan taught me is that people react to loss in different ways.”

Noah groans and pushing himself to his feet. “No, don’t try to find a way to justify this. Didn’t you forget, I could have killed you that night. You! The- the only one who gives a fuck whether I’m breathing or not.” The only one who matters. “If you hadn’t stopped her… God, I don’t even want to go there.“

She gets up from the couch as well. “I’m not justifying anything. Yes, what you did to us was… It was harrowing, it was despicable but I also knew the extent of your agony that drove you to do it. I understand… and like what I said that night in the cave; it’s not your fault. Not exclusively, at least. And I forgive you for it.”

“Liz–”

“No, listen to me, we all made mistake–”

He snorts. “Not on a grand scale like this, I bet.”

“Maybe not. But the fact that you give a shit and beat yourself up for years for what you did, that already speaks a lot,” she says. “You’ve tormented yourself enough. It’s not going to do you anything good. It’s not going to erase anything. What you need to do now is to close that book. Get a new one, write a new story, move on. I have forgiven you, I’m sure the others have forgotten about what happened until someone mentions it, it’s your turn now.”

Her words hit him like a piledriver and for the first time in probably like forever, he does feel slightly better. Even if only an infinitesimal amount and even he may won’t be forgiving himself anytime soon, but still, hearing those words coming from her mouth mean the whole world to him. 

“Why did you really come here, Liz?” The question is a tad out of place, but it feels like their previous conversations were made entirely to build up for this. 

Her frown melts away, replaced with somewhere between doubt and conflict. He holds her gaze for a minute, undeterred, then she turns her back on him to face the window once more. The suspense gnaws at him, yet still, he bides his time. 

“I have something to tell you,” she finally says, keeping her voice low.

“What is it?” He replies rather impatiently. When she seems to be hesitating, he adds, “And don’t beat around the bush, Liz.”

A deep breath, foot taps, a hand clutching at the hem of a buttoned-up dress and another deep breath. 

“Connor proposed to me.”

A beat. Then,

“Oh,” and it’s barely audible. And Noah feels like his heart has been torn from his chest, thrown into the ground, drags it through the mud then stomps on it for good measure. And that he feels worse and emptier than he was before she came here. “Congratulations.”

The words that come out of his mouth could have been his, because he can barely hear his own voice in this white noise. He always knew Connor and her were smitten with each other the moment she stepped into the hardware store for the first time, but Noah doesn’t expect it all would extend to marriage.

She looks over her shoulder, half-turned, one eye on him. “I wasn’t finished.”

Noah blinks at her, momentarily confused. “What?”

“I…” her voice wavers. When she turns to face him again, she is pinching the bridge of her nose. Her eyes scrunched up. “Ah, fuck this is never going to be easy. Long story short, I freaked out, made a scene at a restaurant, ended our three-year on-and-off relationship and went here.”

“Wait, what?”

Liz shrugs, guiltily, all Atlas-and-the-weight-of-the-world.

“Yeah,” she, much to his surprise (and concern), chokes a laughter, manic and loud. “Yeah, I did it. I fucked up the longest relationship I’ve ever had and broke my best friend’s brother’s heart because I wasn’t ready, because I’m an idiot.” When she does look at him, her eyes are bright. “Because I’m in love with someone else.”

For a brief, candid moment, Noah’s brows furrow as his mind goes to one of his former friends. Is it Dan? Ava? Or could it be Lucas? Because the last time he saw them together, they were pretty inseparable– although their relationship is strictly platonic as far as he’s concerned. Has that dynamic changed after he left? 

Then Noah realizes her eyes are still on him– and quite expectantly, that is, and that’s not… no, that can’t be right, can it? 

His demeanor shifts drastically as he stands there, stunned silence. Disarmed by her confession. 

He tries to speak, but his jaw won’t shut back to its place; his brains short-circuiting.

“Yes, I have loved you ever since I’ve known you, Noah Marshall,” Liz mutters when he remains silent. He can tell this is something she’s been holding in for a long time. “Even though we hadn’t spoken to each other for years after Jane, there hadn’t been a day that I didn’t think of you. When we finally reconnected three years ago, I wanted to say all these things to you, but..” she smiles wistfully. “Well, shit happened.”

“Why?” Of all the people you could have fallen in love with, why me? What he means to ask.

“Because you understand me like no one else; because you climbed up to my window to bring me your homemade grilled cheese sandwich when I was grounded when we were 8; because you actually listened and showed me that my vulnerability doesn’t always have to be my weakness; because I love the way you wear your beanie like 24/7 and the way you shake my hair whenever I say something stupidly amusing to you. Because it’s you!”

“No.” It’s a denial, it’s an attempt to ward her off from someone like him. It’s a lie. “No, no, no, no, no, Liz, you can’t fall in love with someone who’s-who’s mentally unstable or tried to kill you in the past, that’s like…” he gesticulates wildly. “Crazy! You are crazy!”

“I’m sorry, are you any better?”

“Of course not! But to forgive me is one thing, Liz, to love me, that’s a whole different level of insanity.” Noah begins to pace agitatedly around the room back and forth. “Fuck. I can’t hear this. Not from you.”

“Why not?” He sees the hurt expression on her face. Then interrupts just as soon as he opens his mouth. “Noah, I’m not asking for your answer this instance–heck, I’m not even asking you to reciprocate my feelings, but please don’t invalidate my emotions. Not when I waited for years to say it to you.”

“But this fucking complicates everything!” Noah points out.  

“Maybe. Maybe not, but you don’t know that,” she says resolutely, echoing his words from before. 

Noah doesn’t say anything in return.

She steps closer and slowly raises her palm to cup his cheek, an attempt to calm the storm within him. His hand grasps her wrist before she can make contact. 

“Noah–" 

His breathing quickens. Noah swallows and shakes his head.

“Liz, we can’t do this. No matter…” he sighs, his eyes boring into hers. Here he is, again, dangling on the edge of damnation, of what’s right and wrong. It’s wrong, yet he knows that she knows, from the heat and electricity that dance between them, from the pressure of his fingers that tell different stories, that he, too, wants the same thing.

“No matter what, Noah?” She murmurs, staring up at him with hopeful eyes. She really wants him to say it, does she?

He extricates her hand from him, taking steps back, putting as much distance he can from her. “Forget it.”

“Look, Noah, if you feel what I think you’re feeling, then what is it that you’re afraid of?" 

Noah whirls around to face her again. "Everything! Can’t you see that if we do this, the world will turn against us?" 

“Since when do you care about other people’s opinions?”

“I wasn’t worrying about me.”

"Well, I don’t give a fuck what others or this thrice-damned world thinks!” she exclaims mulishly. “After all we’ve been through, is it so wrong to be selfish, to follow your own heart just once– just once? Is it– don’t you care about what you want?”

“I want-” Noah stops. His hands tugging at his red beanie cap. “Never mind what I want.”

Her voice is quieter now. “What do you want, Noah?”

For an interminable moment, heavy with the promise of both release and regret, he only stares at her. Contemplating his options.

Perhaps loving her shouldn’t be the sin he thought it was, especially when she wants the same thing in return. Although he’s more than aware that he’s the last person in this world who deserves her affection, but deep down, Noah knows that he’ll never forgive himself if he didn’t run the risk now and spent the rest of his life wondering what it felt like instead.

“You.” Always you.

She holds his gaze. “Then have me.”

And as if an unknown force was taking over his body, Noah crosses the distance between them, his free hands cradling her face, drawing her close and kisses her.

It’s like a dam breaking, everything floods out. They do not kiss gently, desperation orchestrating their every move that the world around him grows distant and dim.  Twelve years of pining for each other, of secretive glances, of murder attempt and mutual misery and it all leads them to this. His thumb skimming the curve of her throat and feels her pulse leaps. He stops. Worrying if he’s crossed the line.

But Liz grabs the front of his clothes, pulling him even closer– as if they aren’t close enough– and kisses him back with a matching fervor. Her body pressed against his, warm and unfamiliarly familiar, and Noah swears his heart skips when she emits a quiet desperate noise that he happily swallows. 

Suddenly, Noah pulls back. “Liz, I’m sorr–” he says breathlessly.

“No, don’t you dare apologize,” she says firmly, her lips still tinged pink from their kiss. “I… I started this.” Her tongue darted out over her lips. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I want this.” Noah’s hands dropped to her waist, his cheeks burned. He’s inexperienced, yes, and it shows, yes, but this is Liz. The last thing she does is to laugh at his face about it. “You?”

“You have no idea.”

His cheeks grow redder. “I’m, uh… now what?" 

"I think,” she leans in, tiptoeing, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and playfully says, “I want you to kiss me again.”

Noah grins, more relaxed now knowing he has her consent. “I think I can provide that.”

He let her set the pace this time. Kissing him softly and sweetly, but as equally mind-blowing as the first time before the next thing he knows, they are kissing senselessly once more; the next thing he knows, she swipes her tongue on his lower lip. Drawing a surprised groan from him. His lips instinctively open up to her ministrations and he is rendered weak when Noah feels her warm tongue delves into his mouth. He tries to follow her example, but can hardly navigate through his own mind every time.

He can feel her fingers toying and tugging his beanie off, her nails grazing his scalp and his desire rocketed. And this time, Noah isn’t afraid to act, as his hands on her waist slowly glide upward; from her hips to her ribs, stopping just under her breasts which results in Liz’s breath to hitch in his mouth. His mouth travels down her jaw, the length of her neck, her collarbone. 

When he finds himself on the bed, on his back, and Noah has absolutely zero clue how or when he got that way. 

He sits up. Without thinking, grabs her hips to pull her onto his lap, hands rough, settling her against him as he tips her head upward and continues his onslaught on her neck. Her hands on his shoulders, coming up to the strands of his hair. Encouraging him, guiding him lower and lower until his mouth reaches her clothed breast. 

“Oh my god.” Liz’s eyes closed in pure bliss, caught up in the sensation, and ground her hips against him and, fucking hell, the friction feels so good and erotic and sets his entire being alight that Noah isn’t fast enough to stop the low, rumbling moan that comes from his mouth. 

“Fuck,” Noah swears and rolls his hips in response. At this rate, even if he wants to, he can’t hide the evidence of his physical desire, growing hard against her, making her produce these small high-pitched gasps every time his bulge brushes her just right, her pupils blown to hell and fucking fuck.

He is dry humping Liz. Liz. His sister’s best friend. His Achilles’ fricking heel. Good fuck, if Jane was still alive, what would she say about this?

“Noah?” She whispers.

He doesn’t realize he’s been lost in his own thoughts. “Sorry.” Noah mentally clears his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to space out on you back there.”

She stares at him, seemingly unconvinced. “Did I go too far?" 

"What? No, no, you are incredible. Don’t worry.” To prove his point, he gives her thigh a distracting squeeze. “Liz, what if I say I want more? What if I say that I want you?”

Liz is quiet for a while. “Are you sure?" 

"Yeah. I know the last time we met I said I wasn’t ready for dating and stuff, but it’s you. And if you’re up for it, I’m game, but if you–” Liz chuckles at his stammering. Whispering “You’re fucking adorable” as Noah groans and hides his face on the crook of her neck. “Liz, you’re fucking driving me out of my mind here.”

“Well, I’m game.” Liz leans in and kisses his temple. Noah can practically hear her smile from here. “You know, for someone who seemed adamant on pushing me away, you’re awfully eager.”

He grins, running his finger down her spine until every hair in her body stood up. “Keep teasing me, and you’ll regret it, Mortimer.”

“Bite me, Marshall.”

Noah does bite, literally, on that delicious spot under her ear before flipping her onto her back on the bed, making her giggle like a drunken schoolgirl; making her dress hike up to her thigh, just enough for him to see her underwear. He settles himself atop her, right between her legs. His hips and an unmistakable hardness press firmly against her soft thighs. 

This is it, then. The wheels are in motion now and Noah can scarcely believe this is happening.

She props up on her elbows and begins undoing the buttons of her dress with great speed, eyes never leaving his until she pulls him for another searing kiss. Then Liz raises her legs, wrapping them around his waist and rolls her hips once more.

She moans softly, as Noah’s mouth trails wet kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking as he goes, until it finds its way to her nipple. He bucks up into her, growling, as he takes her other nipple in his mouth. His shaky hand makes to drop her legs away from his waist, yanks the hem of her dress upward and dips between her legs, slipping past the waistband of her underwear to touch her that she jolts, gasping and moaning loudly altogether. 

Liz writhes, her hands clutching onto his sweatshirt like a lifeline, head tilted back as her hips involuntarily move against his hand, desperate for relief. Noah inserts two fingers, watching with heated gaze for her reaction as he pumps in and out, long and slow, short and fast. Pushes deeper, crooks his fingers a little. The rough pad of his thumb rubbing her clit in fast circles until her moan grows increasingly loud and she comes hard, shattering into Noah’s fingers. 

When it’s over, Liz is a panting, limp noodle.  She lays there, properly spent, smiling contently at the ceiling with heavy, bedroom eyes. Noah hovers above her, kissing her nose with a newfound satisfaction as he watches her trying to even her erratic breaths.

“Whoa.” She breathes out. “I guess I should have known those hands weren’t made only for kitchen knives.” And lazily wraps her arms around his neck. “Jesus, I’m wasted.”

His teeth gently nibbling her earlobe, his hand teasing her nipple again. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” Fingers trailing down to her warm, still over-sensitive slit again that Liz shudders like a flower. “Not even close.”

“I can’t–” And Noah freezes, thinking if he’s gone too far. “No more foreplay. Fuck me, Noah. Now. Please, I want you.”

In an uncontrolled frenzy, Noah pulls away from her, removes his sweatshirt while Liz assists with the buttons of his shirt. He works on his belt, freeing his member from the tight confines of his jeans and pulls her panties over her knees. Not bothering with the rest of her dress.

They kiss again as he repositions himself above her. Liz’s hand reaches down to grab him, guides the head toward her entrance, her legs once again settling around his waist. 

In his head, Noah mentally prepares himself, counts to five, then slides his girth into her. The two groan in unison at the joining.

“Jesus fuck.” Noah’s head flops forward, jaw clenching. He is inside her, and it feels a dizzying kind of spectacular. “Fuck, Liz, you feel so good.”

Below him, a crackling gasp escapes her lips, her mouth drops into a perfect circle as her head falls back to the bed and looking oh so beautiful. Noah begins to rock his hips into her, the strands of his brown hair brushing against her damp forehead, the parts of his brain that enable him to think slowly shut down. His hand wanders to touch every part of her body.

Everything is on fire. Everything feels so fucking good.

“Look at me.” She does, through lidded eyes, lashes heavy with arousal. “Say my name.” Noah never really thought he would be this vocal in bed, but there’s just something about Liz that brings this side of him. “Say it, Liz.”

“Noah,” Liz moans his name, clinging to him like mad, nails raking his back. “Noah, shit. Faster.”

Noah wordlessly obliges, liking the way she thrashes underneath him. Her breaths coming faster, higher so he moves even faster, pounding into her with reckless abandon just to show her how much strength he has. He finds himself growling rather animalistic against her skin, biting her shoulder. Feeling himself drawing closer and closer to the edge. He isn’t going to last any longer.

He puts a hand between them to rub her clit and Liz’s eyes roll back.

“Ooohh, god. N-noah!” she cries out, her words quickly morphed into a desperate wail. "Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh, please!”

Liz is a blubbering mess, screaming against the pillow. It is too much. The combination of his cock fucking her mercilessly and the friction his fingers provided on her sensitive spot is enough to make the girl convulse pathetically on the bed. 

When she comes, he follows not long after. Going rigid and groaning gutturally in her ear, emptying himself inside her.

When the ripples have passed, Noah collapses on top of her. Both panting and sweating from… whatever is it that just happened between them. Liz cradles him against her breasts, peppering tired kisses to his hair that is now sticking out wildly in every direction, locking him in her embrace, their left hands intertwining.

They stay like that for a few minutes, in a very much comfortable silence since she first set her foot here before Noah rolls to the side on the bed.

“Holy shit, we just had sex,” he says when he’s regained the power to speak again.

Liz chuckles and turns to face his side, sticking one of her legs between his while he pulls the covers over their forms. “Yep. Though, honestly, I never would have thought we’d end up having sex when I came here tonight.”

“Liz, I didn’t even know you’d be coming over. I can safely say tonight has been one hell of a surprise after another.”

She doesn’t say anything. At least not for a while.

“I hope you know I meant every word that I say to you,” she says kindly. “You’re not the villain in the story, but neither you are the hero. You are human, with your flaws and all, and I love you despite all of it.”

“Except you. You are an angel, Liz.”

“Noah, I basically turned down Connor’s marriage proposal, broke up with him and went straight into your arms in a matter of days.” She sighs guiltily. “No, we all just wear our demons differently.”

“Maybe. But you said it yourself, we are all just humans with our flaws and all. But you,” Noah turns and cups her cheeks in his hands. “you will always be an angel in my book. You saved me, Liz. When the whole world raised their torches and forks on me, you freaking saved me where you could have fed me to the mob. You’re the reason why I’m still here today and I love you for it, you hear me?” He pulls her into his arms when a tear starts to fall from her eye. 

“I’m so in love with you, Elizabeth Mortimer. Always have and always will.” He kisses her cheek. “You’re the kindest, most beautiful, the brightest human being I’ve ever known. I’m the luckiest person to have you be in love with me and if you’re up for it, I want to build a world around you.” He adds, “Instant noodles included.”

Liz laughs, still teary-eyed, shoves him playfully on the shoulder, feigning a glare. “You jerk. Always have the flair to ruin a moment.”

Noah chuckles. “Technically, you love instant noodles, so it’s only right, don’t you think?” She shoves him again. “And I’m your jerk now.”

“My jerk.” Yet she says it the same way someone says ‘my love’. “I love you too, Noah Marshall. And I want to build that world together with you.”

Noah smiles. Because he loves her and because for the first time in forever, his life makes fucking sense.  

Yes, he doesn’t know whether their relationship will last or will it crash and burn in the future, but at this exact moment, he’s happy and it seems that she does too. And that is all that matters now.

And if there is one thing that he’s sure of is that he knows that he doesn’t ever want to let this go. Not in a million years.

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[mountainleafuniversity]

Linneaus: Undertow Pt 1

Artwork by: @warrior-kitty

Special thanks to: @gemellath

This story is rated PG-13 for content. You have been warned.

It was a beautiful day for the citizens of Charluftton as the Wild Waves Festival was in full swing. The plaza was full of vendors selling t-shirts and frozen ice, the bar was full of all kinds of live music, including bands like Boil, The Lost Tapes and Art House, and even the beach was full of fun events such as volley ball, sailing, and even a beach 5k obstacle course. Boaters were out fishing and tubing and just all around having a good time. However, for the shapeshifting vixen, she was lying home in bed wearing her work cap, a buttoned jacket and khaki work pants. On her nametag was the name “Kit Rouge”. She was a shy fox who was diagnosed with a disorder that caused her to have trouble controlling her shapeshifting powers, and today, due to the events that occurred at work, was no exception.

“All I did was get grossed out…” she muttered. “Yet of course I turned into a fox bug like I always do when I’m disgusted. And of course, everyone thinks I’m too old for this to happen. I can’t control it…”

Kit had a busy day at work with lots of fishermen and families out buying things from pool toys to bait and couldn’t even stop the lines from the shoppers just itching to get their stuff and hit the water. She swore if she saw another sailor she would transform into her angry form and chuck them off their boat.

Her cellphone rang, and Kit answered.

“Hey Vixie!” Coin started, wearing sunglasses. “Work was rough today wasn’t it?!”

“Oh! Hello Coin! It was rough! Like the time that giraffe all jacked up on cocaine went up to you and-“

“Didn’t you remember our plans for today?!” he interrupted.

“What plans?” the khaki-clad kitsune asked.

“To go tubing with us!” Rio said.

“But I thought we were going to go to the beach!” Kit cried. “I want to lie down, get a sun tan and eat all the cannolis I can think off!”

“The beach is tomorrow and the next day!” Coin replied.

“Just get changed, pack some sandwiches and don’t forget the tube! See you in a half an hour.”

With that they hung up.

Kit thought about it for a second and decided to just go embark with her friends on the boat.

The young vixen put on a yellow one-piece swimsuit and covered it with a Zelda t-shirt and her khaki shorts from her work uniform. She then put on her special waterproof contacts, so she doesn’t turn her friends into her clones again. Finally, she made her friends sandwiches to eat on the boat while they hung out. Kit opened the garage to find Coin’s boat tube and sighed, knowing that none of their days out ever go well.

When she arrived, she saw her jackelope friend in his salmon trunks, purple t-shirt and sunglasses, with Rio harvest mouse perched on top of his antlers. She was in a little sailor’s outfit with a cap.

“First mate Rio! Ready to embark!” she said with glee.

“Hey Kitty!” Coin blurted. “Just put the tube in the back, were going to go fishing for a little while.”

“I thought you had a fear of fish.” Kit replied.

“My dad wants us to get fish for the Braun’s fish recipe!”

“You hate the taste of fish as well!”

“I’m getting paid if I do this.”

“Fair.”

And with that, they entered the boat.

Kit untied the ropes from the hooks, while Rio and Coin brought the buoys into the boat.

“Hey um Kit…” Rio said. “I think you might want to put your sunhat in the cabinet, so you don’t lose it.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Kit said without concern. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

As Coin and First Mate Rio pushed it to thirty miles an hour, Kit began to scream as her body grew more multicolored fur, whiskers grew, and her body became feline. The scared cat held onto her hat as hard as she could while the boat tore through the river.

“I retract my previous statement!” screamed Kit. “This is way too fast! My hat’s gonna fly away if you’re not careful!”

“Too fast?” replied Coin, seemingly unaffected by the rip-roaring speeds they were currently travelling at.

“No way! Calm down, will you? If you didn’t want your hat to get blown off, you should’ve at least stored it in the compartment.”

Begrudgingly, he and Rio slowed to boat down so that Kit could hand the hat over to Rio.

“Honestly,” she said, “We should’ve insisted on it in the first place.”

As they continued to sail, the trio began to develop an appreciation for the architecture of the waterside houses. Rio would wonder aloud who lives there, or there, or there? Enough time had passed for Kit to have calmed down; one tug of her tail later, and she was back in her fox form.

“Right then,” she said, retrieving her hat at last, “What are we up to first?”

“Sandbar, of course!” replied Rio as the boat sailed towards the spot where the ocean embraced the shore.

The little stretch of sand was surprisingly full of people sunbathing, dipping their toes in the water; anything to make the most of the fresh heat.

“Oh, nice! We can all have a game of keepie-uppie!”

Kit casted her line out towards the water and waited. Soon enough she had something on her line, reeling it in as hard as she could to discover she had caught a gar.

“Nice!” she said, pleased with herself.

“Hey, look guys I caught this cool long-billed thing!”

The crowd looked over, but only saw the fish worth jack squat and laughed.

Kit became slimier and turned grey, with white hair growing until she was now her sad form, the fox slug Granny.

“Dang nabbit!” she muttered to herself before casting the line once again…only to this time catch a sea bass…

“Did you bring the football?” Rio asked.

“Sure did!” Coin said, holding the old pigskin.

“I said the football!” Rio growled.

“This is a football!” Coin responded, perplexed.

Soon an argument erupted between the two of them, until they decided to just toss the ball around. The jackelope through a spiral throw towards Rio, who then responded by nailing her personal perch in the chest. Coin got up, picked the football off of the bar and tossed it again. After a while, he was getting nailed in the face, chest, and even in the groin by the sailor mouse’s throws. He called for a time out to see Granny still trying to catch fish.

“Hey bud.” She said. “Could you give my tail a pull?”

Coin turned her back into Kit.

“Thanks”

“So what’s going on here?” Coin asked.

“I”ve been catching nothing but sea bass and gar…”

Coin looked at her in disbelief.

“Kit there aren’t any sea bass in here…you mean sea trout.”

Kit blushed a little.

“It’s alright, you caught like five of them already!”

So, they waited and caught a decent amount of fish to put in the cooler.

After sunbathing for a bit, the Trio decided it was time to go tubing. They packed up their chairs, their belongings and the fish, which were placed in a water tank on the back of the boat.

“Alright guys!” Rio shouted with excitement. “Time for tubing!”

Coin took off his shirt and glasses, leaving him with only his trunks, while Kit dressed down to her swimsuit. Both of them then put on life jackets and hopped onto the tube.

“Um…” Kit said, somewhat nervous. “I’m not sure I want to do this…”

“Oh we’ll be fine. I’ve gone tubing dozens of times.”

“Get ready you guys!” First Mate Rio shouted as she pushed on the gas. She pulled it forward and the two cryptid creatures were yanked screaming. They narrowly missed other boats and shores, but soon the wild mouse got carried away. At a wedding reception between two mice on a dock, the two burst through and destroyed the dock the mice were on, leaving Coin with a face full of tiny wedding cake, and Kit with the groom in her mouth. Next, the two of them flew over another boat’s wake, which was sunk as soon as the tube landed on it. Finally, they neared an exclusive gated community residence, and ended up going through the yards of the tenants. Statues, trees, and rocks pelted them with pure bruises and scratches. At one point, they broke in through a beaver business man’s house and destroyed his kitchen, his teenage daughter’s bedroom, and his priceless wine cellar.

After breaking out of the last wall, a ramp was seen straight ahead for the duo, and with the ramp, Kit flew off of the tube and belly flopped into the water. Coin, luckily, stayed on, but ended up getting dragged through marsh grasses and oyster beds. He was all chopped up, so when Rio stopped, Coin fell into a million pieces. He healed himself, as always when he got this injured, and pulled into the boat.

“Hang on, where’s Kit?” the crazy driver asked.

From a groan they heard, the two saw her bobbing in the water. Coin spun it back around to collect Kit, who wasn’t very amused about the whole situation once she climbed back on board.

She was trying her best not to snap at Rio, as the jackelope got her a towel to wipe off the water.

Rio than then tried to fire up the engine but called Coin over. After a brief and worried discussion, the rabbit sheepishly confronted his fox friend.

“Umm…Kit….”

“What is it?” she snapped with her eyes already glowing.

“The boat…it’s out of gas…”

Suddenly Kit screamed as she transformed into DemKit, with his voice deepening into a roar. He picked up the cowering and flailing jackelope and chucked him off the boat. Then moved on towards Rio and held her up, shaking her around.

“WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW FIRST MATE RIO?!?!” he roared.

“Calm Down!” Rio said. “Coin can just call the boat tow.”

DemKit dropped Rio and blushed a little embarrassed.

“Sorry Coin!” he yelled out.

“Try to grab the tube.”

Coin swam towards the tube, failing to notice the fin behind him. He climbed onto it, but as he was being pulled in by the fox monster, a shark leapt from behind him and bit down on his swim trunks, ripping them and pulling them into the water. His two friends screamed with DemKit frantically pulling on the rope harder, but it was fruitless as he pulled it in to find the shark had cut it in half. Coin, meanwhile, had a censor bar over his special area and watched as whale watchers and fishermen boated by laughing. The shark returned and pulled the censor off of him, causing DemKit and Rio to blush and look away.

“How can this get any worse?” the mouse said to herself.

“There they are!” an angry woman said, with a crowd of people on a police boat. The officer looked to see a sailor mouse next to a steering wheel, some fox monster, and a naked jackelope behind them.

“Oh crap.” DemKit said to himself, embarrassed.

Later on, Kit, now back as her normal self, and Coin were eating the fish they’d caught in the estuary with their families at Coin’s house.

“I’m glad they found out I was just transformed.” She said. “And they found the shark with Coin’s compressions lodged in its throat at the hospital. He said he needed clothes to deliver to someone.”

“Who?” Gunda asked

“We don’t know yet, but because he pulled my censored bar away he now has to register as a sex offender.”

“As for Rio?” Kit’s father asked.

“Well because she was recklessly driving to the point of bodily harm and property damage, and we didn’t do anything wrong, she has to spend the Festival in jail.” Kit replied.

“It’s a good thing you guys called to get the trout out.” Jonas said. “Proud of you son!”

“Thanks dad! How was the nautical golf tournament?”

“Well, we placed second.” He declared to Margaret. “We have to go to the plaza tomorrow. You are performing tomorrow night correct?”

“Yea, I’m meeting Harry and Roxie at work tomorrow, and D’Arcy is setting up her clothing tent at the beach market.”

“Apparently someone sent a threat to her earlier this afternoon.” Kit’s brother told them. “They’re investigating who sent it.”

“Well, it’s probably nothing we should worry about, but we should tell D’Arcy once we get to the beach.”

Meanwhile the salmon trunks sank into a cave where a sea serpent sat waiting and grabbed it.

“Nice…” she said. “A sample of clothing from one of that jersey devil’s friends.” She smiled with glee. “He could be useful to me… in finally bringing her down…” she laughed as her factory workers continued to work…

#story #writing #cryptids #cryptid #original writing #comedy #art

[elisaphoenix13]

A God Of Stone

"Boss, you have an incoming call from the Doctor."

"Yup." The line clicks over the speakers. "Hey Honey. I thought you were at-"

"Tony. I need help." Stephen interrupts, sounding a little out of breath. "Some rogue sorcerer's summoned a monster and I can't handle both it and the rogues."

Tony goes toward the window and taps his housing unit before jumping out the window, the phone call automatically transferring to his suit. He asks FRIDAY to send the rest of the Avengers to Stephen's location (sans Peter and Harley since they were at school), and as soon as he finds his husband, he lands in front of him and fires his repulsors at the monster. The rest of the team arrive little by little, the first ones being Wanda and Vision. In fact, everyone arrived before Quill and Scott. Which was kind of surprising since those two were usually one of the first ones on the scene. Then again...

"Porcupine! You and Thumbelina better not be playing hide the cannoli!" Tony says over the comm.

"We didn't get that far." Quill replies back through the comm. "Thanks for that by the way."

Tony grins behind his mask as he shoots another repulsor at the monster, something the engineer was sure came straight out of a horror movie. It was like a large feral dog that was zombified and had some weird gray smoke coming out of its mouth. Not like smoke from a fire, but magical. Harley would like it.

"Tony, can you help with the rogues? I can take care of the monster." Stephen says and the elder man nods before flying off.

Stephen just needed to banish the beast, but the spell would take a few moments. As he conjures up the spell, the monster snarls dangerously and stands low to the ground, its mouth lighting up as more of the gray smoke hovered around its mouth. Stephen just needed a few more moments and then he could cast the spell, but then the beast opened its mouth. Everything happened slowly in that moment. The gray smoke collected into a condensed ball before shooting out at Stephen, and the sorcerer threw out his own spell right before he was pushed to the ground, the air rushing out of his lungs. Dazed, he watched as the condensed ball of gray, dense energy struck Quill (who had been the one to push Stephen) who get thrown onto the ground, and then the celestial jumps back up to his feet. He holds out his guns to shoot an approaching rogue, now that the monster was successfully banished, and Stephen watches in horror as the god stiffens. Stone gray covers Quill's body, leaving a perfect statue of the man after just seconds. Natasha barely runs up to the rogue in time to knock him out before he casts a spell to destroy Quill's petrified body, thus Quill himself, and then actually realizes what she had prevented and stops.

The rest of the Avengers ended up having to take care of the rest of the rogues because the Sorcerer Supreme was frozen in his position on the ground. Their resident god had pushed Stephen out of the way of a petrification spell and took it instead, and now he had turned to stone.

It should have been him.

"Oh my god." Natasha whispers as Tony flies back over to Stephen and helps him to his feet.

"Tesoro!" He gently grabs Stephen's face, and then follows the man's gaze when he doesn't get his attention. When he sees Quill's petrified form, the blood runs from his face. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

Wanda was the next to discover the group and she immediately covered her mouth. One by one, the team gathered together and discovered their frozen comrade, until finally, Scott flew over and grew to normal size as he jumped off his flying ant. He looks at them curiously when they give him looks of pity, and when they move away from Quill, Scott nearly fell to his knees in despair.

With great care, they took Quill back to the tower and placed him on the training floor, safely away from anything that could be thrown, and Stephen threw himself into his books. He was desperate to find a way to reverse Quill's petrification; not to relieve himself of his guilt, but for Scott and Cassie. Especially Scott.

He almost never left Quill's side, and constantly stood in front of the celestial to touch stone features. His hands either touching Quill's face or reaching up to touch the grooves of petrified hair.

"He's cold." Scott says quietly. "He's not supposed to be cold."

Quill ran warm, like a furnace, so it was understandable that Scott was disturbed by the feeling of cold stone. He always talked about how the celestial was the one who kept him warm at night, wrapped around Scott like his own personal living blanket. Everyone was disturbed by the sight if they were honest. Some of the team even took to training elsewhere because they couldn't stand to see Scott grieve over the celestial. Cassie was devastated as well, but she actually stayed away because it hurt her to see Quill the way he was, and how Scott was inconsolable.

"I'm looking for a way to reverse this." Stephen tells Scott one day. "If it were my husband..."

Scott looks at the sorcerer and laughs hollowly. "You know?"

Stephen points at the ring on Quill's finger, which had also turned to stone. "I saw it a few days ago but I wasn't positive until I saw yours." He then motions towards Scott's hand.

The thief looks back to his petrified husband. "Am I bad luck? My marriage with Maggie failed, nothing really happened with Hope, and now Quill..."

"No. What Quill did had nothing to do with you. He took a spell that was meant for me." Stephen says quietly. "I promise to find a way to fix this. It's the least I can do."

"...I need him."

Stephen only nodded. He knew. They all knew. They all saw the difference Quill made in Scott's life. But now he felt cold. The bed was too big, the nights too cold, and the world too big. Scott had grown so used to Quill's presence that he hated being without it. He wanted the bed to be filled by a second body, for the sometimes unbearable heat that came off Quill in waves to envelop him again, and he definitely wanted to be held again. The closest he got to any of that was to wrap his arms around the neck of his stone husband and use his imagination. An imagination that failed him. Quill was hard in all the wrong ways. He missed the firm muscles, the gentle way Quill's lips brushed against his neck. He missed his laughter, and the soft purr that came from deep in his chest when he rested. He missed everything that made Quill the person he loved and needed by his side, but all that was left was a stone shell.

A week turned into two...three...and then a full month had passed before Stephen even came across a hint of a possibility of a reversal spell. During that time, Scott had fallen into depression. He barely slept as nightmares of Quill being destroyed plagued his dreams. He ate less even though the others tried to get him to eat something, and he only ate enough to get them to stop. He lost a little bit of weight, there were dark bags under his eyes...he just looked awful. Cassie only visited once, and that was when they first brought Quill home. It wasn't because she didn't care, but because she did. Quill was as much a father to her as Scott was and she hated seeing him in stone. It was wrong to her and she almost regretted the first visit because if this wasn't fixable, that's not how she wanted to remember him. Cassie missed the security Quill provided just as much as Scott did.

As much as Scott wanted to hope that he would get Quill back, he also knew that it was only a small possibility. It might not work. He was already preparing himself for the worst outcome. It was very likely he would never get the love of his life back.

His light. In both the figurative and literal sense. Quill was a Celestial, a god of light. Something else Scott desperately missed.

"Scott...can you step aside please?" Stephen asks and the thief sighs as he nods and gives the sorcerer the space he needs.

He had come up with a spell that was supposed to turn Quill back to normal, and the main reason he needed Scott to move was because they didn't know how close the celestial was to shooting his guns. If the spell worked, Stephen didn't want anyone to get hurt. Once Scott is at a safe distance, Stephen forms the spell and sends it at Quill's chest, orange sparks spreading through the stone before disappearing.

A few seconds pass.

"Well?" Scott pleads.

Stephen remains quiet for a few more moments before looking through the few books he brought with him when nothing further happens. "Maybe I missed something. I'll keep looking."

Scott's shoulders slump in dejection. "Stephen...maybe you should get some sleep."

"I could say the same about you." Stephen replies quietly.

"I know...I know." Scott rubs his eyes. "...I'm starting to wonder if this is-"

A loud crack echoes through the room, and both Stephen and Scott look back toward the petrified man in the room. Cracks begin to spread throughout the stone and then suddenly crumble away, revealing flesh and clothing, and Quill gasps loudly. He lowers his arms and looks around the training floor in confusion, and then looks at the two other gobsmacked men in the room.

"How did I get here?" Quill asks.

A strangled noise escapes from Scott's mouth as he slowly approaches his husband, and Quill gives him a strange look when he slowly lifts a shaking hand to place on his cheek. Scott chokes on a sob when he feels warmth and soft skin, and immediately throws his arms around Quill's neck and buries his face into it. The celestial reciprocates the hug, albeit a bit confused, and Scott's skin sang at the contact. The moment strong arms finished wrapping around him, the thief basked in Quill's smell of leather and space as the coldness in his very soul was chased away.

"Did I miss something?" Quill asks Stephen, who was watching the scene with no small amount of relief.

"Do you remember being hit?"

"Yeah...then I got back up. But now I'm here."

"You were hit by a spell. One that turned you to stone."

It was then that Scott pulled one of his arms away from around Quill's neck and curled his hand into a fist to bring down on the taller man's chest. "You're not allowed to do that! You're not allowed to propose to me, to marry me, and then turn into stone! It's been a whole month you asshole!"

Then Scott properly broke down into silent tears. The moment Quill felt the wetness on his neck, he tightened his hold on Scott and brought one of his hands up to cup the back of his head. Stephen leaves after quietly letting them know that he's going to find Cassie and send her down, and the celestial pushes Scott away a couple of minutes later to look at him and wipe away his tears.

"I leave you alone for five seconds and you turn into a mess. How have you survived until now?" Quill says with a smirk and is immediately rewarded with another thud of Scott's fist against his chest.

"You're not allowed to joke about this. But to answer your stupid question...it was because I didn't know what I was missing until you." The younger thief sniffs and presses himself back up against Quill. "Please don't take that away from me again."

"I'm sorry sugar." Quill mutters into dark hair before kissing Scott's temple.

"Papa!" The pirate barely looks up in time to catch the second body that throws itself at him, and tightens his hold on both Scott and Cassie.

"We're turning into a real mess aren't we?" He asks and Scott sighs against his neck.

"We might give Tony and them a run for their money at this rate."

"I thought you were a god." Cassie sasses half-heartedly and Quill chuckles.

"I'm immortal. Not invincible. Although I can still take a bit more than everyone else can."

"Shut up Spaceman. You're ruining the moment."

Quill stares toward the elevators for a few quiet minutes and then raises an eyebrow.

"Speaking of moments, I'm pretty sure you just announced we were married to Stephen."

"He figured it out." Scott and Cassie say in unison and the Celestial's chest rumbles in amusement.

"I'm not surprised. Anyone else?"

Both of them shake their heads. No one else knew that they knew of but it wouldn't take much longer. Stephen would probably let it slip to Tony, who in turn might let it slip around one of the kids. If it ended up being Harley, then the news would spread like wildfire. Peter was almost just as bad.

"Oh wait." Cassie says and looks up at Scott and Quill with a meek expression. "Dia knows. I told her."

"Also not surprising." Quill says with another laugh.

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Best Italian Restuarants in New York

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New York has the best restaurants in the world. Including Italian restaurants. There are too many to choose from. We went ahead and narrowed it down for you. Take a look at our long list… it will make your mouth water

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Best Little Italy Restaurants in NYC – Thrillist http://www.thrillist.com/eat/new-york/little-italy/best-little-italy-restaurants-nyc Best for fresh pasta: Aunt Jake’s 151 Mulberry Street Walk down Mulberry Street and bowtied restaurant hosts will beckon you into countless Italian-themed restaurants teeming with red gingham …

The Best Restaurants in Little Italy, New York City theculturetrip.com/north-america/usa/new-york/new-york-city/articles/the-best-restaurants-in-little-italy-new-york-city Caffé Palermo is a Little Italy institution, and has been since its opened its doors in 1973. Voted home of the best cannoli in New York, Caffé Palermo boasts a modest interior that transforms into magic at night, especially beneath the outdoor string lights on Mulberry Street.

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