#if anyone wants to ask more or has follow up questions then uh. i won't say no to answering them hajsdhfkasf

[phosphorus-noodles]

u there. get questioned. 4, 5, 10, 14, 16, 17, 18, 40, 41, 46, 53, 56 (that's a lot so feel free to leave some out but tell me all about ur boys !!!)

AERIE ILY SM FOREVER !!! /P

*cracks knuckles* okok so-

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Hmm… Joel likes to do art, and I bet he used to make his own paint too from berries and whatnot. He probably stopped when he found out those plants were coming from his kingdom’s Worst Enemy Ever (this was before he knew Oli) and now he doesn’t remember how to do it right, otherwise he’d absolutely get back into it.

Oli's goofy with hobbies bc he's ADHD-coded /lh, so if he finds a new one he'll just disappear for days and forget society exists for a little while. He likes to play music and used to perform for his parents all the time when he was little, but as he got older and they got more busy he played less because he *needs* that audience to really enjoy it... he'd love to play more for Joel, but he's a little shy about it 👉👈

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Well Joel is always on the verge of tears anyway (/hj), so like... maybe not on command, but he can be set over the edge fairly easily (he's just good at hiding it around most people)

Oli absolutely can cry on command, he's a theatre kid smh. He'll tell people he thinks about dropping a cake facedown on the ground or dead puppies or something, but he's really thinking about losing his best friend, especially after his parents are gone :(

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Oh Joel will 100% tell you everything he knows about sniffers in a heartbeat 😭 he got that animal kid autism y'know /aff

Oli isn't as "fact-oriented," but if he's with Joel and also someone else then he'll put Joel on blast, who just blasts him back like--

"Hey! Did you know Joel sneezes if you poke him in the ribs?" -> ">:0 well, did you know Oli makes a funny sound if you scratch behind his ears?!" -> "Hah! Did you know Joel is afraid of heights?!" -> "Did you know you can put Oli to sleep by rubbing his nose like a baby?! >:("

14. How do they put out a candle?

Oli's the kinda guy to do the pinching thing tbh. He's gotta do it with flare~ ✨

Joel just blows it out, but Oli always teases him like "why don't you just flap your wings to put it out lol??" Joel says it's because it's inconvenient to turn around to do it, and his wings are too big for that, but he's also scared of burning them- his wings are delicate :(

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

Joel fights with his parents,, they were very good at reminding him that the only reason he existed was to be an heir for the kingdom and they didn't care about him enough to spend any time with him and he was nothing but disobedient after making his 'little friend' an- a lot of things. And even though Oli reminds him that he does have worth and their opinions shouldn't matter and Joel trusts that, it doesn't stop the echoes in his head </3

Oli probably fights with himself the most. He acts all confident and bold, etc. but he's an anxious mess on the inside. He also fights with the "voice of reason" too -- very "silencio bruno"-esque /lh

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

The first thing Joel notices is uhh probably his green bangs? They're pretty vibrant and in front, draws your attention /lh, but other people usually notice his colorful freckles. Oli says they're like a rainbow leading to Joel's wonderful eyes <3

Oli probably notices his hair too? Y'know the like, hand comb thing cc!oli does where he combs his fingers through where his hair is parted? He does that a lot. But he's also got the softest brown eyes full of so much joy and,, ough they're pretty

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

Each other :(

They didn't always, they hadda get through a lot of "I'm supposed to hate you yk" before they really got close, and now they love each other a lot. Doesn't matter if the love is platonic or romantic what matters is that it was there and it overcame everything else, etc. etc.

Oli also loved his parents, and Ren + Martyn who are essentially his parents too, they get along very well <3

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Joel: “Oh moss, did I do that wrong?? Why didn't they shake back? Did I offend them?! Oh Devs, I’m so sorry, they probably hate me, or think I'm weird for shaking so tight, or--"

Oli: *shakes out hand with a grimace* “Wow, that was weird. Do they know how to shake hands?? LOL”

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Hmm... Joel's got a northern Mezalean accent, and will say things like "I fink / I havva / fank you / ohh blumin'-" etc. when he's tired or stressed or upset or otherwise high/low energy. (Y'know how cc!Joel shouts "EEFO!" and also cc!Stress' tweets? Yeah.) Oli won't necessarily talk like that all the time, but he will mimic and tease him about it hehe ^^

Joel picked up giggling from Oli, he used to rarely laugh at all but Oli's laugh (you know the one) is just so contagious <3

(And also from personal experience (/hj), they both say ourple/ouppy/kibby cat/etc. to be funny, but I dunno who started it)

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Joel's a listener (because he'd rather just sit and do what he's told and not cause a stir, but if he really cares about it then he'll also Really listen), and he'll talk when he's invited to and/or trusts the person. Like if someone "wanted his opinion" on something but he thought they didn't really care he wouldn't really say anything, but if Oli wanted his opinion? Absolutely, here is it. (It's also dangerous for him, because if he starts talking sometimes he just doesn't stop-)

Oli's definitely a talker ahsjfs, extrovert boy- he usually can't stand silence and will just keep talking to fill the emptiness because if he doesn't he'll explode, but you better believe he'll start listening like a loyal dog the second Joel opens his mouth.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

I… feel like Joel would believe anything Oli said no questions asked, but Oli’s too much of a prankster and Joel's too gullible for that to end well 😭 maybe I'll say each other but only if there's like the Code Enacted that means What I'm Saying Is 100% Slash Serious, you know?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

They'll usually go to each other for most things because y'know they're very close and trust each other and it's just easy to, but it does depend on what it is too.

Like if Oli's worried about Joel, he's not gonna go to Joel, he's gonna go to Ren or Martyn because he trusts them a lot too, but also they're "ew old parents smh" so if it's a "kid problem" it's bestie time.

Same with Joel, he'll go to Oli for most things (more so than the reverse, because Joel has less support people to begin with), but there are some things he just... can't. And it's times like those where he'll go to his mom for it -- not the queen, his real mom, the Mother Tree. She doesn't talk back in words, but even just curling up in her branches or under her roots is enough to comfort him :')

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WOUGH that's a lot,, I had to put off answering this bc I was studying and knew it would take an hour to answer (and it did lol) but <33 auhgjfg,,, I love answering all these kinds of things :D

edit: BRUH THAT'S 1.4K WORDS 😭

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[hecateslore]

Hello! Hello! Hello! I read your Papa Simon fics and I am nust thrilled and smitten by them. I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are then can I request for him supporting Nova in her school organization duties like if their org has a page on socmed then Simon would react or comment on it. Thank youuuu

hellooo bb!!! and thank you so much for the love 💗

*nova's like 15 here!

Papa!Simon absolutely hates the idea of social media, it's kinda of crazy the lengths he would go to make sure no one is posting personal information, or if anyone's account is public.

So when he finds out the school is posting Novalynn online without her parent's permission, he's having a blast :)

Your daughter was on her schools robotics team, and you were aware of them posting the schools progress, not that you knew what was happening half the time but you were supportive of your daughter.

Of course Nova has her Instagram, that's extremely private and that Simon makes sure to check every single follower to make sure it's his daughters friends and not some weirdo creep stalking his family, you know, regular parenting things! So when you bring up the group photo at dinner, all hell breaks loose.

"What group photo?" Simon cocks a brow, "It was for my school." your daughter says casually, stabbing at the potatoes on her plate, "You looked pretty," You smile, "Thanks," She mumbles stuffing her mouth, Simon sat at the other end next to the boys still extremely confused about the group picture. "Wait for a second.. how did you see the picture?" Simon questions you. "Instagram," You shrug, "Did they ask you?"

"Dad it's not that serious," Nova interrupts, "Hush." He shushes her and she rolls her eyes at him. "Uh no?" You say confused, "You should've," he says,"Simon it's not that deep," you chuckle, "it is, because she's fifteen."

"Bring me your phone." he demands "Why?" your daughter complains, "Just bring it to me." He says once more. "Here we go," You sigh, "I don't have pictures on my instagram." You're eldest son sighs, which comes out more sad than it should "Good. you don't need any." He affirms. You roll your eyes and turn and see you daughter waking down the steps with her bright orange phone in hand. "Show me,"

"Oh my god this is so stupid."

After dinner you sat in your home office, emailing the school's principal to get the picture taken down. "Mom this is so dumb," your daughter stands beside you watching draft up a very polite email.

"You want me doing this or your dad?" You raise a brow, She lets out a sigh, "Everyone's gonna think I'm weird." She complains, "No they won't." You try and assure her. "Yes they will," She drawls placing her forehead on your shoulder, You place a kiss the crown of her head, "Go eat some ice-cream." You pat her arm.

Nova walks out of the office passing by Simon, she makes sure to ignore him. "What a drama queen." He says approaching you. "Don't start." You say, finishing the email.

Simon watches you type and finish, "Go apologize to her," You say, He was about to start but you hold up a finger, "She already feels alienated enough, and you doing this, is making it worse." Simon lets out a sigh at your words. "Go." You scold.

Watching his tall frame begrudgingly walk out of the room exactly like his Daughter

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[baldval]

ART DECO PART 2!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, canon!valentino (he doesn't mind vox's bad actions towards other people), insanely angsty.

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You're half awake and disorientated. Valentino got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried.

Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Vox.

Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Vox's assistance team saw you and Val enter his room together after the meeting. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Valentino wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Vox hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Vox asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but he needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Vox-"

"Vox, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your boss earnestly.

You had earned his respect with all the years you'd been working for him, creating and animating shows for the Vees.

However, you knew it could all disappear.

It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming, what was true is that you weren't ready for it.

"Vox, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Vox moves to sit down next you. Val follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your boss more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Valentino, we're -"

"Together," Val finishes for you. Vox glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm like- in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Vox is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

Your silence is enough answer for you as he looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive." He turns over to Valentino. "How can you sit here and act like this doesn't change anything?"

Val tries to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Vox-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, hoping it would swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. They work for me, they work for the Vees. And, I don't know if you remember, but you are a Vee. That's a conflict of interest."

Val scoffs at him, but then realises he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell them?" He points over to you. "And then they tell whoever friends they have, and they post about it on social media, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Vox.

"You do get this is my life right? I get to choose whoever I date," Val whispers.

"Yeah? Well, it's my life. And they're MY worker. And I get to choose whatever I'll do to them."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap.

Vox doesn't care about your suffering, he just wants to punish Valentino through you.

Val can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, Vox, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is that two of people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Vox stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Valentino is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, darling," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Val's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Valentino in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Val clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Valentino, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Vox get in your head?"

"He has a point!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Val gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that he has put you through."

"But I love my job, Val. I can't lose everything I've worked so hard to achieve!"

"You love that piece of shit job? Yesterday you literally had to get up at 6 am just to get here and get yelled at for an hour and a half. Look- I love Vox but he's not a good boss. Hell! I don't even care about that, I just can't stand to see him abuse you and treat you like you're close to nothing. You're better off without him and you know it. You're just too attatched to what you have."

Subconsciously, you know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You don't get it though."

"Except I do. Do you think I don't know about Vox's methods? I understand that it's what he needs to do to get the job done, but... I just can't stand him treating you like that."

"You heard what he said! He won't trust you anymore. No one will. Besides, I know it's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be forgotten. Known only as an old failed artist."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named a failure."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I come from the bottom, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Valentino flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You turn your head around, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Valentino thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Valentino. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Val is left, cold and empty, in a room that no longer feels like home.

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lo'ak x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It seems no one gets to know anything about Lo'ak—no one except you.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1563 ~ established relationship

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, injuries and blood - little suggestive

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i will tell y'all i like neteyam better but i wanted to write this one first

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"Lo'ak, what happened to you?"

Said Na'vi winces, not at his background pain, but at the disappointment in your tone. To think he'd come to you specifically too, because he knew you wouldn't judge him... or at least, not as hard as anyone else. He wasn't entirely wrong. "I..."

He only pauses for a little while, just to think, but you find the silence too long. "You what?"

"I was riding on my ikran, like always."

"Uh-huh?"

Lo'ak closes his eyes, awaiting the barrage of scolding that will surely follow his words, "I was doing circles."

The reckless action, simply named "circles", had become something the two of you were used to talking about. It entailed riding your ikran in, well, circles, but it was a bit more complicated than that. They weren't horizontal, level circles per say; they were fully vertical. For many moments, he'd fly upside down, leaving him to clutch onto his ikran for dear life (the sort of thing that gave him a thrill) as it was the only thing keeping him from falling.

Instead of teaching him another lesson he won't listen to, or slapping him upside the head, you give him one single word, his name. "Lo'ak." The way it is said displays shockwaves of disappointment, but nothing more follows. "Sit down."

Lo'ak behaves obediently, regardless of his lingering anticipation. He still, however, has the guts to ask. "What, is that it?"

"Do you want me to say anything else?"

Your viper-like, sharp response shuts his questions up quickly. "No."

You laugh at it, though, at how easily you can shut him down. The sound interests him, makes his eyes follow you curiously. "I suppose you came here so I could patch you up?"

Shame burns in his cheeks, knowing that he's disobeyed your previous pleads for him to be more careful yet he still seeks your help. "Yeah."

"You know I'm not as good at this as, say, your sister."

"I know, but she can't know." He says adamantly with a gesture of the hands.

"Why's that?"

"Well, I–" His eyes continue to watch each of your moves intently, even as you turn your back to him in order to collect some things that may help. As such, he sees you cease in your actions when you don't hear his response. He moves to fill in the gap of silence afterward, "Dad would know. She'd tell him." And she's much rougher on him than you would ever be.

"And he can't know?"

"Of course not."

You catch his eyes once you make your way back to him. They don't back down, anyway, even when you challenge them with your own. He holds your gaze, watches your face retain its passive look. He can only imagine how his own looks right now. Probably stupid.

He's forced to stop looking at you when you move behind him to work on his back injuries. Even so, he tries dumbly to catch a glimpse of you. It's cute.

He stops, however, when you slap his shoulder lightly. It forces him to straighten up and look ahead stiffly.

The tips of your fingers, which feel ghostly against his skin, apply healing salve onto his back. The solution stings a little, its pain a reminder that this comes after he injures himself, that pain doesn't stop after all the wounds are made. But your gentle touch helps soothe him, in a way, helps him forget.

He doesn't notice, but he leans into your touch. You chuckle at it.

"What?" He turns towards you curiously.

"Nothing, Lo'ak." You slap his shoulder again and he straightens up.

"I mean, it's got to be something." He mumbles with the roll of his eye, not that you could see it.

Lo'ak barely registers the sound of you shuffling forward even closer until you press a kiss under his ear. He tilts his head in your direction, hoping for another. "I wouldn't lie to you."

You wouldn't lie to him. "About that..."

You can already hear the shame in his tone, and concern raises in yours. "About that...?"

Lo'ak turns towards you entirely, showing you his wrist. He unties his necklace from it. Its beads, slick with blood, nearly slide off his fingers.

"Lo'ak..." He bites his lip and averts his gaze. "How are you supposed to hide this from your dad?"

The necklace had been hiding a particularly ugly gash on his wrist. It looked really painful. You're not sure how Lo'ak even managed to cope with it.

You hadn't asked for explanation, but Lo'ak provides one anyway. It helps keep his mind off the pain. "I fell off. My ikran tried to catch me, and well, this is the result. I don't blame it. Just please," He groans, turning to meet your eyes again. "help me hide it."

"Lo'ak, I don't have two-hour healing shit."

Shit. Shit? His eyebrows furrow, and the revelation that comes to him helps distract him from his impending dad-ly doom. "Who taught you shit?"

His confusion spreads to you and you mirror his expression, "What do you mean?"

You don't let it deter you, though, as you stand up to gather more healing supplies, as well as plants stronger than the ones used to heal the chafe wound on his back.

Lo'ak just then realizes that what he said probably does not make any sense, like, whatsoever. "The word "shit"."

"Oh, well," You chuckle, "you did."

"Fu–" He cuts himself off before you can learn that too. "I mean–Dad can't know about this."

"Oh, is that another thing he can't know?" You ask playfully.

"Yes." He replies without a thought. If he had thought about it, he would've realized that you were just joking with him. It only serves for more amusement on your part. "If he knows, he's going to kill me."

You turn back to him, solution in hand. "Worse than knowing you've been doing circles again?"

"Yes." He only thinks about it after he's said it. "I mean, well, maybe! Probably. He doesn't like the idea of giving us more swear words."

"Well, we have Spider to blame for that." You settle down next to him again, grabbing his arm carefully and preparing to apply the new salve.

"Wha–?" He's interrupted by his own groan as you squeeze his cut skin as close as possible. He almost curses again but abates the urge when he sees you mouth an apology, Sorry, should've warned you. He shakes his head and continues on. "How do you know that?"

"I figured your dad was never going to teach you any of those words and Spider spends much more of his time around human language."

You were right, and now that he thought about it, so was your reasoning. "Mom cannot know about that."

"Tewti!" You snicker, "Your parents can't know anything about you."

"Oh, come on," He groans dramatically. "my mom already hates Spider. What do you think? Dad doesn't like the idea of us cursing, and mom detests it! If she finds out, she's gonna gut him!"

So maybe he was exaggerating a little but seriously, something was going to happen for sure and Lo'ak wasn't taking any chances.

The small banter allows him to be distracted, which helps him to ignore the even harsher sting that comes with the application of a stronger salve. He thinks that, perhaps, it was part of your plan. "Besides, it's better if others don't know some things about me."

"Oh really?" You question, leaning forward interestedly. Heat begins to rise up his cheeks.

Lo'ak knows that what he's about to say is so smooth that he would absolutely fall for whoever said it to him. "Well, all except you."

Though he knows it, he's not quite prepared for the outcome. One of your legs stretches in front of him, causing his knee to meet your inner thigh. Your other leg, behind him, keeps you stable on the log, pressing slightly against his side. He was hardly coping with you simply leaning a little closer to him, but now your touch is driving him nuts.

"That's sweet of you."

The proximity leaves him dumbfounded; and like the gravitation between planets and moons Lo'ak does not care for, he leans forward mindlessly to catch your lips.

He had hoped that those words would make you fall in love with him even more. In that, he was successful. What he failed at was keeping himself calm in order to look smooth—but he knew either way that you would always think of him as that totally not cool (in behavior) pretty boy.

When you part, he keeps leaning forward, chasing after your lips, and it is so embarrassing that he makes up an excuse to go immediately. "I think I should head back to the village."

He finds himself watching you intently once again, particularly at the way your lips move. "With the very clear healing salve on your aching injuries?"

"Oh." He gulps, seeing your tongue dart out to wet your lips. "You're right."

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie never got to band practice on time, but he did it for the first time today. He pulled into the driveway of Gareth's driveway and politely knocked on the front door. He exchanged pleasantries with Gareth's mom, someone he always got along with, and bounded up the stairs to Gareth's room. He knocked obnoxiously on the door.

"Oh, Gareth the great, Eddie the Banished has arrived on time for once to seek audience with your greatness," Eddie said.

He tilted his head to hear what was going on inside. There was the sound of scrambling like there was more than one person in there, then the closing of a door.

"You may enter, Eddie the Banished!" Gareth exclaimed.

When Eddie came in, Gareth was relaxing casually on the bed, reading a comic book upside down. Eddie chose to ignore it and pulled up his desk chair close to the bed. He stared at his best friend for a while, and Gareth sighed as he tossed the comic aside.

"What's up?" Gareth asked.

"Did you always know you've liked guys?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Gareth replied.

"So, there were never any doubts about it? Maybe you liked girls at first?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, no," Gareth said. "I've always been strictly into dick."

"Oh," Eddie said softly.

"Is this about Steve?" Gareth asked.

"What? No!" Eddie scoffed and then paused. "How'd you know?"

"Man, I've seen the way you look at him. I wasn't sure if you knew or not, and if you did, then you would come to me when you were ready," Gareth said. "Which is why I went to Indie for some zines. I figured I should probably study up on any questions you might have. Do you still like girls?"

"Yeah, definitely," Eddie said.

"You ever look at guys the same way you look at girls?" Gareth asked.

"Yeah. I didn't really think about it much at the time," Eddie said.

"I think the results are in. Keep in mind that you don't have to label yourself. But you might just be bisexual," Gareth told him.

"Bisexual. Bi-sex-ual. Bisexual. Bisexual? Bisexual! BISEXUAL!" Eddie yelped. "Hey, isn't Bowie bisexual?"

"Yeah, Eddie, he is," Gareth laughed.

Eddie grinned. Yeah, that definitely felt like him. His grin dropped.

"Now what?" Eddie asked.

"Now, you go get your man. If you're ready for that, I'll let the others know that practice is canceled," he told Eddie.

"Okay, but what if he doesn't like guys?" Eddie asked.

"You've got to ask yourself if he's worth the risk, man," Gareth told him. "Is he worth the risk?"

"Yeah, he definitely is," Eddie grinned.

"Okay, then. . . Eddie, I love you and I'm happy for you, but please get the fuck out now," he said.

Eddie cackled and started to leave but paused at the door.

"Hey, Baby Byers?" Eddie called out.

There was some startled movement from inside of Gareth's closet.

"Yeah?" Will called out meekly.

"You don't tell anyone what I said here, and I promise that I won't tell anyone that you hid in Gare-bear's closet. Okay?" Eddie asked, not unkindly.

"Okay!"

Eddie winked at Gareth before leaving. He saluted Gareth's mother before skipping out of the house. As he drove off, he started to get nervous. Maybe he should give himself more time to think about this? Nah, he didn't need any more time. He knew without a doubt now that this was who he was, and he knew what he wanted. Eddie pulled into Steve’s driveway and stumbled out of the van. Without even knocking or bothering to check to see if Steve was actually home, Eddie stormed into the house. He followed the sound of the TV and found Steve sprawled out on the couch watching TV.

"Eddie?!" Steve exclaimed and turned off the television. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing bad, I swear. I know who I am now! Isn't that great?" Eddie asked.

"Oh God, at what point did you get temporary amnesia?" Steve asked, and Eddie laughed, plopping down next to him.

"No, silly, that's not what I meant," Eddie laughed. "I know for a fact that I'm bisexual. I like men and women. Isn't that fucking fantastic?"

"Yeah, Eddie, that's great! Thanks for telling me," Steve said with a pause. "Is there something or anyone that might have made you realize this?"

"Well, I came to this realization because I was starting to develop feelings for a certain someone," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, tell me a little bit about this someone," Steve said. "If you can."

"Well, he's got a great personality, great hair, and he looks devilishly handsome in my vest," Eddie said coyly.

"Didn't know you were so narcissistic, Eddie," Steve smirked.

"I was talking about you, big boy," Eddie laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Steve said.

Steve cupped the back of Eddie's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie kissed back eagerly and crawled into Steve’s lap. His lips were as soft as Eddie had been imagining, something he no longer had to fight to ignore. He slid his fingers into Steve’s hair, curling gently into it. God, his hair was softer than he thought it would be. Steve smiled against his lips, his fingers moving to slide under the hem of his shirt. Eddie suppressed a shiver as Steve’s skin made contact with his. Eddie pressed his tongue against Steve’s lips. Steve’s mouth opened, allowing Eddie's tongue to slither in.

"I told you he likes you!" A voice yelled out.

Steve and Eddie broke apart rather quickly. Eddie would have fallen off the couch had Steve not gripped his hips tightly. Robin was sitting on the couch next to them, munching on popcorn.

"Popcorn is done. Are you finished making out with your boyfriend?" Robin asked. "Can we watch the movie now?"

"Boyfriend?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Steve replied.

Eddie moved to sit between him and Robin, grabbing a fistful of popcorn.

"Hey! I was here first!" Robin exclaimed.

"What movie are we watching?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know, Robin picked it out," Steve replied.

"I'll let you join just this once because you just got together with Steve, but you should know that Saturday evenings are reserved for me and Steve," Robin said and then paused, making her voice soft. "I'm glad you figured things out."

"Me too," Eddie replied.

He settled into Steve’s arms. Yes, he was quite glad he had it all figured out.

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[shingekinomyfeelings]

what you really are // 1st installment

Reiner finds that his first sexual encounter with a girl he truly cares for brings up a lot of memories and conflicted emotions. Reiner’s POV; honestly a casserole of angst, fluff, romantic drama, and Reiner being a big dumb idiot. I won't call it comedy, but it made me laugh.

As always, thoughts and comments mean so, so much to me. I really appreciate those of you who've followed me to read my stuff. It's so strange and funny to me that writing about this blonde mess of a man is what brought me back to writing for fun.

warnings: none yet; explicit sex in later installments, but nothing fetishy or triggery. Reiner is angsty, but is that really a warning?

Characters are cadets, but aged up to 19, don't come at me.

notes: uh, so, this one’s a little different from the usual.

It’s from Reiner’s point of view, which has been really fun to do. I’m really not sure how to tag it, though, because the girl in question is unnamed and descriptions are vague enough that she functions as a Reader or y/n, but since it’s from Reiner’s perspective, she’s never referred to as ‘you,’ so idfk if I should call it an x reader fic or an x oc.

It’s also pretty self-ship coded, but I’m starting to realize that most x reader fics are, when they’re written with real feeling and immersion, because a truly blank, universal ‘reader’ is lifeless, and we’re all writing about canon characters through our own lens of interpretation, so the entire fabric of fanfiction is deeply personal, and frankly I doubt anyone is even still reading this fuck it I wish I had apple juice

"Have you, um... have you ever slept with a girl before?"

The question, posed with shy curiosity, makes Reiner's brain skip a few beats along with his heart. He swallows, eyes wide for a moment, the faintest hint of pink creeping across his cheeks, and then he coughs quietly to regain his composure.

"Uhh... uh, a... few, yeah..." He rubs awkwardy at the back of his neck, not sure why he sounds apologetic. She doesn't look upset; she's simply gazing up at him with a slight tilt of her head, waiting for him to say more.

"It was just a few hookups with some girls from town,” he explains, a bit sheepishly. “Not even other cadets, just... strangers. Just some fun now and then, until we got bored of each other and moved on, which never took long. Pretty sure one didn't even tell me her real name."

His heart gives a tiny pang at the soft way she laughs at that, and he pauses for an awkward few seconds before he asks her, "Have you? Slept with... anyone?"

"Of course not," she answers, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I told you, you were my first kiss, remember?"

Oh. Right.

He nods, a little flustered. It’s not that he's forgotten that first kiss – it happened a little over two months ago, and while they've shared many more since then, it’s still the one that keeps him shamefully preoccupied at night when he should be sleeping – but for some reason, this conversation has him fumbling with both his thoughts and his words.

Of course he wants to; God, he wants to. He’s tried his best to hide how badly, not wanting to rush her. He’s never taken his flirting and teasing far enough to make it sound like he’s impatient. He’s even readjusted himself awkwardly many times when she jumps on him playfully, or when he’s pressed against her with his arms around her waist, and his body starts to get just a little carried away.

But, as their private moments together have become more heated, the subject has come up a few times, and she’s expressed interest, and now it’s even harder to keep all of his thoughts at bay. He can’t escape them even in his sleep, recently, though he would never in his life tell her the lurid ways he’s dreamed about her. Underneath all that constantly simmering lust that threatens to boil over a couple of times each day, though, Reiner has noticed other, unexpected feelings beginning to surface as well. Guilt. Sorrow. Hesitation. And...

He looks at her for a moment, the way her hair falls around her face and her shoulders, and the way her eyes are so kind and intent on him.

"Does it... uhh, does it make you nervous, knowing I've done that?" he asks, his eyes trained on hers.

She stares back up at him and asks blithely, "Does it make you nervous knowing I haven't?"

"Tsshh..." He makes a noise like she's just asked something ridiculous, and tries to roll his eyes a little for good measure, but he’s sure she sees through it, because she just smiles just a little more.

His hand reaches out to hers, where it rests on the ground, to lace their fingers together. She’s always seeing right through him; it’s annoying, but charming - and a liability, but so endearing...

She doesn’t see everything, though. If she did, she wouldn’t be here right now, sitting beside me, relaxed, letting me hold her hand.

He reminds himself of that at least once a day.

She would never let someone like me touch her. Why would she?

She sighs softly and bumps her head against his shoulder. “I don’t want it to make you nervous,” she tells him. “If we uh... end up doing that, I trust you, you know...”

You’re too sweet, he wants to tell her. I don’t deserve how sweet you are. I don’t deserve how much you trust me. One day you and everyone else are gonna find that out...

She must see the slight tension that crosses his features, because she plafully blows a puff of air into his ear, and he scoffs in feigned annoyance and puts an arm around her, releasing her hand to drape his on top of her head, ruffling her hair so that it falls across her face. Pulling her closer, he buries his face against her neck and kisses her as she half-assedly tries to squirm away.

He hates himself for feeling happy.

I’m the worst devil on this whole island.

#reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #cadet Reiner! #angsty Reiner! #conflicted Reiner! #immature Reiner! #hopelessly in love Reiner! #tsundere dumbass Reiner! #apple juice sounds really good right now

[ryverbind]

Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Fingertips and Fishnets [9]

As if on cue, Sally walks up to us with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes. He slows his pace once he gets closer, looking between our huddled group with a bottle of Budweiser in his right hand. Ew.

Then his eyes narrow as he scoots around us and sits on the stairs leading up to the stage. Our eyes follow him, but Larry and Ash are painfully obvious about it.

"What?" Sally murmurs softly, looking between his friends and purposefully trying to avoid me from what I can tell. Do I make him nervous?

If that's the case now, then it's bound to change once he finds out I'm VioletViolence.

"Uh," Larry drags out, tapping his fingers together. "Um."

"No," I cut Larry off. "Sally's playing the game, too. We'll see if he can figure it out for himself, but," I watch Sally carefully as he looks down at his beer, avoiding all of us. "That also means he has the opportunity to get the same treatment you all did."

I feel like I'm going to vomit when Sal's oceanic gaze clashes with mine. It's like his eyes alone have knocked me off my feet. The eye contact makes my heart race, makes my knees weak, and makes me tense up like I've just gotten jostled around a bit too much. But I don't turn away from him. I watch him.

And karma is sitting on my shoulder, asking if I'm ready to get kicked in the ass for this somewhere in the near future. 

And my answer to her is yes.

"Sally," I say, a bit more confident than just seconds ago despite my raging physical reactions to his attention on me. "I kissed Ash. I kissed Larry. I hugged Todd," I start, watching his eyes grow a bit wider. I have to contain a smirk from ruining this entire charade for me. 

"Can I kiss you too?"

Everyone is dead silent to the point that the music blurs out in the background. We wait for an answer with bated breath, no one able to truly process what was just said.

No, Todd didn't ask. Neither did Sally. Those words came from my mouth and the bluenette was the sole receiver of that question.

I'm honestly a bit shocked by the question myself. I don't know what possessed me to ask him that. Is it curiosity? A desire for revenge? Why the fuck did I say that?

I can't see his face, but I can tell, without a shadow of a doubt, that Sally is hardcore gaping at me. It shows in the pink tint growing under his eyes and his wide, blown out pupils. I can't even see the edges of his eyebrows right now.

"E-Excuse me?" he squeaks out, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I won't take my prosthetic off," he gently says, surprising me.

My nose scrunches lightly as I force a smile onto my face despite my shock. Is he really this soft and bashful? He was incredibly confident with Lexi, then an ass to Vi and y/n. So what is going on here?

"You don't have to take your prosthetic off for me to kiss you. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with. Would you be okay with that?" I ask him, taking a hesitant step forward.

Will my mouth ever stop? And can my feet pause? Please?

My brain is fighting a losing battle with my body. I scream at myself to stop, to walk away, but I can't. I can't stop everything that's happening and the longer it goes on, the more my mind... doesn't want to stop.

Sally's rings scratch across glass as he tightens his hand around his bottle, never breaking our tense eye contact. "U-Um." He blinks at me, cursing beneath his breath. "I mean, you-- you can do whatever you want, I guess."

I flinch, trying to hide the action as a shiver. But, in truth, I'm flabbergasted. Does he find me attractive? Is that why he's so nervous but open to a kiss regardless? I don't know what to think of this guy. I've met and experienced so many sides of him, but he ends up having more fucking sides.

Will these discoveries ever stop?

"Okay," I finally push out, pinching my lips together for a moment. "One condition. It's the same condition I gave Ash. Is there anyone on this earth that you would not want to kiss you?" I'm going to be fair with him. I'm not an asshole-- if he says he doesn't want VioletViolence to kiss him, then I'll keep my distance.

Honestly, he's probably going to spit my name out in a minute here. Even if we do have some sexual attraction to each other-- even if he owes me an orgasm-- I won't kiss him without consent.

"No, there's no one I wouldn't really want to kiss me. Not that I can think of." Sally surprises me with his words again, lightly shaking his head as he speaks, still staring into my eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure?" I ask again, trying to give him the hint. Maybe he'll catch on.

But all he does is nod, his gaze taking on a yearning glint that makes me want to turn and walk away. He wants this bad, and gosh, why does he want it so badly? I almost feel like I can hear his voice in my head, on his knees and begging me so prettily. 

Why him? And why am I pushing to kiss him?

Dangerous as always.

My feet move on their own again, dragging me over to where Sally's seated until I'm staring down at him, his face just a few inches below mine. And he simply watches me, waiting patiently on the outside, but fidgeting and foaming at the mouth on the inside. I can see it in his captivating eyes. He's incredibly easy to read.

My breath comes out in shattered pants that I try to quiet down as I gently lift my hands, gaining the opportunity to slide one over the tattoo on his neck. My pulse is racing and I can feel it in every inch of my body. My heart thumps so aggressively that I'm afraid he'll feel it in my fingertips.

Sally's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps nervously, the action stealing my attention. I watch the way his throat moves, then take note of my fingers brushing over his tattoo. I can instantly feel heat pool between my legs, so I drag my thighs together to contain some of my dignity, if at all possible.

I look into Sal's eyes again, mapping out a scar in his left eyebrow and another directly under his eye. They aren't deep, but they were probably deep enough at some point if they're still here. I don't know the magnitude of his injury, but I'm an understanding person. I see why he chooses to cover himself, though I wish he wouldn't. He may be an aggravating prick, but I wouldn't miss a chance to admire his beauty.

I still ache to touch his skin and see what's hidden beneath the prosthetic just inches away from me. Part of me thinks I'll always ache this way.

I push one hand through his soft cerulean hair, nearly groaning at the contact. I thought this would be hard for him, but it's even harder for me. To contain myself even though I want to just sit on his lap and kiss him senseless-- when I want to steal his breath away so badly. He still has some restraint, but I'm holding onto mine by a worn thread.

My hand drags through his hair to the nape of his neck, then I pull gently. Sally closes his eyes momentarily, and when he opens them again, they're hooded-- like he's accepted his fate and is adjusting to the tense air around us. He's embracing our situation.

Cool hands brush over my thighs and I nearly jump in surprise, but I manage to keep myself rooted in place. I don't have to look down to know that Sally's weaving his fingers through the holes of my fishnets, his fingertips digging into my skin.

I take a deep, shuddering breath when he spreads his legs, using his grip on my thighs to pull me closer, letting me walk into the space he's created.

Sally's in control now, watching me confidently and lustfully, unassuming but expecting. He's ready, and I'm far from it. This is going to change everything for me, but I can't seem to stop myself. I can't make myself step away.

His painted fingernails scratch softly against my heated skin, a dull stinging feeling following the action. He squints his eyes, like he's trying to tell me to hurry up. That he doesn't want to wait anymore.

It's a snapping point for me. Just the little bit of skin-to-skin contact makes me lose all sensibility, though my ability to play the long game is still intact. Somehow.

I bring a hand up, running my palm over the rough material of his prosthetic. It doesn't feel how I imagined it would. It looks smooth, but feels more like plaster. So I use my hand to pull him toward me a bit, then I lean down the rest of the way.

I gently press my lips against his rough prosthetic lips and shut my eyes. They aren't his lips, but I'm close enough to him for now. I'm able to hear the deep, muffled breath he takes with our proximity.

Sally's fingers leave the holes of my fishnets and wrap around the back of my thighs instead, his full hand enveloping my skin tightly, making my heart race at an uncomfortable and slightly concerning rate.

His hands squeeze around my legs, the edge of his fingers brushing against the end of my skirt as he yanks me a little closer despite our lips never being able to touch. I suck in a breath through my nose at his actions, gently scratching at the tattoo on his neck.

Then, I pull away. I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to do it, but I find the willpower and separate my lips from his prosthetic ones. 

He's still gripping onto my skin, my chest pressed to his-- when did that happen?-- and he's breathing hard, nearly panting. To think that I have such an effect on him. Then again, I'm in the same exact disheveled state that he's in. I can't say shit.

I release a shaky breath, looking into his intense icy eyes that stare back at me confidently, but still a bit shocked.

I bite my bottom lip. I need to put an end to this before things escalate and I put myself in a hole I can't dig my way out of. "You wouldn't even mind if the person you hated most in the world kissed you?" I breathe out, watching his brows furrow a bit.

"I don't hate anyone," Sally rasps in his deep voice. My heart skips a beat and I wish he'd squeeze me tighter. Touch me more. Run his hands over every inch of my body. I don't even care that we're on a rooftop full of people.

He smells like bergamot and leather-- just like the first time he and I met. And he must use some type of musky, masculine shampoo because I can't help but gravitate closer to him to try and drown in his scent.

"I think that's a lie, Sally," I say softly, watching him glance back and forth between my eyes and mouth. He looks like he's thinking what I'm thinking-- that he wants this prosthetic off and our lips to actually meet. "What about VioletViolence? Don't you hate her?"

Sally gulps again and I squeeze the side of his neck, running my thumb over the soft skin of his neck and wishing I could trace the outline of his dagger tattoo.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he murmurs, his grip loosening on my thighs. Ah, he's catching onto the hints I'm giving off even if he doesn't understand them yet. He knows something's up, though.

I snap myself out of the spell I so desperately want to stay under. But, I do indulge in the opportunity a bit more.

My fingers drag from the side of his prosthetic and down the length of his neck-- over his Adam's apple and just under the collar of his shirt. "I'm not trying to piss you off. I'm trying to tell you something." I look into his eyes, practically screaming for him to read between the lines without words. "Put it together, Sal." His name falls from my lips like a carnal plea before I can even stop myself.

But his name seems to snap him to reality and he narrows his eyes at me.

My hands fall from his body as his pull away from my thighs. I don't move from between his legs though, I just watch the gears visibly turn in his head.

And I enjoy the moment he walks through each stage of grief. Fuck, it feels damn good.

I can see the second he suspects me, but thinks that it's not possible. Then, he physically grows angry at the audacity of VioletViolence thinking she can kiss him. After, he tries to think of ways he can escape this situation or get me away from him. Next, he's struggling to understand how he was able to fall victim to my vice-like, hypnotizing words. And finally, he accepts the fact that I'm standing before him.

It's gratifying to watch him regress to the anger stage. I witness the exact moment he snaps, his glaring eyes connecting with mine like a depraved animal breaking out of its cage and meeting its aggressor.

He jumps to his feet, beer bottle smashing to the ground beside us.

His face is mere centimeters from mine and I can hear his harsh, panting, angry breaths as he glares into my soul. Any normal person would be petrified, but I'm elated.

My smile makes him even angrier, especially since its wide and beaming and I can't contain it.

"What the fuck," Sally seethes, his hand slapping onto my wrist and gripping it like he's trying to strangle his most hated enemy.

Let's be honest, he's definitely imagining my arm being replaced with my neck.

Sally and I simply stare at each other for a moment, neither of us saying a word. 

He's fuming to the point that I can see his red cheeks even with his prosthetic hiding his face from me. It makes no difference-- he wouldn't be able to hide this anger even if he was hidden by a wall of cement. It's in his stance, in his eyes, in his white knuckles flexing tighter around my wrist.

"How the fuck are you even here," he mutters quietly, tilting his head down as the words fall from his lips like the sweetest wine laced with venom. 

In any other situation, I'd shudder, but I'm full of adrenaline. I just got to kiss the guy who's been driving me nuts (in a good and bad way) for at least two weeks now. And he's positively falling apart over my well-thought out, meticulous, and frankly, very last minute deception. 

Sally Face is but a small, delicate, and fragile withered leaf in my hands right now. He's painfully aware of the fact that I could crush him immediately, but he's still fighting with all his might.

Part of me thinks he wouldn't mind being crushed by me to begin with.

"Simple," I reply to him, my voice airy and melodic just to rub in whatever shitty emotions are taking hold of him. "I was invited."

"Clearly," he sneers, slightly tilting his head to the side. He gives my wrist another tight squeeze, narrows his eyes, then rips his hand away from my arm so quickly that anyone else would think I'd stabbed him.

Which would be valid considering he stabbed me during that game a couple nights ago. I have yet to get my revenge.

Sally watches me, his slightly taller stature looming over me like some kind of demonic shadow. I never cower though, I simply stare into the eyes of personified evil and smile, relishing in the way his eye suddenly twitches. And what's more damning for him is that he doesn't say a word.

"Hm?" I hum, tilting my head menacingly, giving off the most impressive display of passive-aggressiveness. "Still can't talk to me?"

I can picture the moment Sally's reminded of the moment he betrayed his deepest desires with me two nights ago now. He blinks, eyebrows suddenly rising. If he didn't have the prosthetic, I just know his lips would be parted, trying to come up with something to say. 

A choked sound leaves his throat before he quickly recovers and slaps the intimidating glare back onto the small percentage of his face that I can actually see. 

Uh huh. Not your best moment, huh?

"I can speak perfectly well," Sally manages, taking a step away from me with malice practically radiating off of him. "The issue is that you can't. Hasn't anyone ever told you to use your words? You won't get anywhere without them."

I raise an eyebrow, a little offended by his claim. He doesn't know a single thing about me. Who is he to tell me that I don't talk enough? Does he have no recollection of the plethora of times he and I have bitched and bickered?

"Excuse me?" I force out, furrowing my brows. I want to know what he's trying to get at with that stupid phrase.

Sally shrugs, glancing around at the puddle of beer at his feet. "No one knows what you want if you can't communicate. It's an incredibly easy way to lose something you desire." His eyes connect with mine momentarily, the fairy lights above catching his irises and illuminating them in such a mesmerizing way. The unnatural blue of his eyes clashes with mine and I feel stuck for a moment, replaying his words in my mind and trying to deduce the meaning behind each syllable.

Once he looks away from me again, it finally clicks in my head. 

I pinch my lips together and ponder over what facial expression I should make to mask the embarrassment coursing through my veins.

The audacity he has to hint that I'm on thin ice has me reeling. I don't know what to say, much less what to think. 

To be as confident as he is in this moment suggests that there's a very clear reason as to why he hasn't brought up our little... adventure, of sorts, in two days. Why he hasn't spoken to me at all.

Not that I want to talk about it. But we have to work with each other for a while and based on how everyone else feels about me, this won't be that last time he and I have to meet or interact. I don't want shit to be awkward.

Hell, I don't even need him to handle up on the promise he made. I'll be perfectly happy with forgetting that it ever happened.

But, his words suggest that he's still up to honor the proposition he made that night. He hinted that he's ready to drop me and the thought of continuing whatever that was, but he hasn't yet. He made that very clear.

Suddenly, a bottle of Budweiser is shoved over my shoulder. I stare at it with wide eyes, looking up at Sally who looks from me, to the bottle, then over my shoulder.

"Here, man," It's Larry. "Ash and I went to grab you another beer. Thank Ash though, not me. I made her come with me because I have no more cash."

Ah, so that's why it's been so quiet. The two troublemakers ran off and left Todd to awkwardly watch Sally and I's showdown.

Sally snorts, unamused, simply performing the action for the sake of the moment. "Where's Ash?" he asks, his voice nowhere near as soft and kind as it was just a few minutes ago. He's completely changed tactic and even Larry raises his eyebrows at the attitude change when I look over my shoulder at him.

When Larry notices me, his eyes fall to mine and he fixes his expression, wiggling his eyebrows at me with a little grin on his pretty lips. 

Oh no, look away.

I throw him a little smile before looking forward at Sally again. Yikes, gotta get used to how ridiculously hot Larry is. 

Sally's watching me with a contemplative and suspicious look in his electric eyes. He reaches a hand up, his tattooed arm mere inches from my mask as he takes the bottle from Larry. 

The sound of his rings clanking against glass makes me flinch and I lose a little bit of my resolve before I can think otherwise. I glance to the side, getting a close-up look at the ink on his skin. Each stroke is perfect, straight. Not a single error whether the markings are thin or straight.

I gulp down whatever feeling is clawing its way up my throat and make eye contact with Sally again. 

It pains me to watch a smug look cross his stupidly pretty eyes. He watched me ogle his tattoos and I fucking hate that he knows that I'm interested in them in some way or another. 

He pulls his hand away from beside my head just as quickly as he put it there. The beer dangles between Sally's fingertips as he watches me for another moment before looking up at Larry again.

"Lar?" He rasps in his sickeningly addictive voice. The sound nearly makes me choke and I have to remember to get used to attractive friends all over again. I cannot fucking stand this compromising position I've been put in.

"Huh?" Larry chirps from behind me. He throws his arms around my shoulders then leans a bit of his weight against my back, laying his head on his forearm beside my face. I swear I could vomit when his strong biceps flex around my neck, not tightly, but to the point where I can feel it. Then, his head lightly taps the side of mine and I hear an amused little hum leave his throat, the feeling of his chest vibrating against me making me want to run for the hills. He must be doing this on purpose.

He has a very specific scent. It mainly consists of some kind of musky note, but there's just a hint of cinnamon that would overpower the other smell had there been anymore added to it. It's a tantalizing combination that's enveloping me a bit too much considering the way I'm about to fling myself out of his grip like a catapult from hell.

Sally looks unimpressed as I gaze up. There's no doubt in my mind that my entire face is red. Even if most of it is hidden, it wouldn't take much for anyone to see my blush. It's quite obvious by the way Sally rolls his eyes. "I asked you where Ash was," he says, jutting his head up toward Larry who lazily sways us.

Larry's grip is unforgiving in the sense that I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of all his hotness. Literally. There's no romantic feelings involved, nor are there any sexual ones, but it's just the fact that someone this hot is so comfortable with me. If Sal were to do this, I think I'd be reacting even worse. 

Thank God I'll never have to worry about being placed in that position.

"Oh," Larry perks up a bit, nuzzling his cheek on the side of my mask like a cat would. The only thing missing is purring. "Kieran caught her, but she should be back any minute."

"She better hurry. I don't plan on staying much longer," Sally's eyes flicker to me again and I automatically glare at him, pursing my lips in a bit of a second nature response. All I ever do in his presence is glare, so I'm used to it. "And she's not coming," he continues, narrowing his eyes at me.

Larry groans behind me, the sound reverberating through my entire body. "So you've found out who she is?" Larry complains. I blink in response, trying to catch my breath as the man takes a step closer to me, his legs touching the back of my thighs. "We got here like an hour ago, man. We have to stay a little longer," Larry tries to reason. "And Vi's definitely coming with us. Leaving doesn't mean you'll escape."

The harsh look that Sally directs at Larry makes me want to shiver. It's cold, calculating, a little devilish. Poor guy. He really isn't in the mood-- but I couldn't care less.

"I came here just to see you, Sally. Why would I let you leave now?" I pout, batting my lashes at the slightly taller man who scowls.

"Fuck, you're so damn hard to be around," he nearly snarls in response, aggressively raking a hand through his fluffy hair and never taking his angry eyes off of me.

"Funny you say that," I say, excitement ripping my veins apart as I spit out a witty reply. "I'm a connoisseur of hard things. Wanna find out which ones?"

"Oooouuuu," Larry loudly pronounces the sound, seemingly impressed. I look toward him and he looks at me, his dark eyes shining with mirth and pride. "Good one," he snickers, poking my collarbone as he flashes his teeth in a sweet smile. "And yes, I would very much like to find out which hard things you are referring to." He raises his eyebrows almost as if he's offering me the opportunity to show him what I'm talking about.

I pinch my lips together to contain a grin as I turn away from him, scrunching my nose up in a nearly failed attempt to hold back a laugh. Larry is so awesome. 

Sally grunts in front of me. "You could be a bit more inconspicuous about wanting to dick her down," he murmurs. "Don't know why you'd want to in the first place," he adds, but this time it's much quieter and I think I'm the only one who was able to hear. 

I take a breath, hoping to quell the fire coursing through my body in response to Sally's words. Clearly, he doesn't even believe what he said about me, but I still feel the urge to prove him wrong regardless. Maybe it's just my mind trying to give me an excuse to have another moment with him. I don't really know.

"Why would I be inconspicuous?" Larry exclaims, his voice perfectly portraying how appalled he feels. And just like that, I feel much better about myself. "No one ever got laid by being inconspicuous, man. Not a single fucking person in history. I'd get on my knees and explain just how badly I need pussy to survive if it meant I'd be guaranteed a fuck." Larry snorts and nudges me with his forehead so I glance over at him, borderline shaking in his grip from trying to fight off the world's most ridiculous giggles. "Do you want me to get on my knees, Vi?"

I watch Larry's sharp eyebrows pinch together lightly, his chocolate eyes glinting in the low lighting as he suddenly turns serious, though the ghost of a smile still shows in the way his lips twitch.

It takes everything I've got to keep myself together as I lift a hand and pat his warm, toned forearm. My fingers wrap around his skin despite knowing that I should lay off the touching. After all, Larry did call me out on it earlier. 

"You are such a fucking creature," I spit out, smiling goofily at the man hanging onto my shoulders. Larry can't fight off his grin anymore either as his gaze flits over my face before he looks into my eyes again.

"So..." he starts, slowly rolling his eyes to add a bit of dramatic flare. "you'd still fuck a creature then, right?"

A bellowing laugh leaves my lips and I have to close my eyes and look away from him. I don't know how he manages to come up with rebuttals like this, but it makes him dangerously hilarious. I'm honestly shocked he doesn't have a girlfriend. 

"Get off of me, you fucking hooligan," I giggle, squirming in Larry's grip. He chuckles with me for a moment, squeezing me a bit tighter and laying his head on top of mine before finally releasing me from his clutches. 

I stumble forward, nearly into Sally who flinches away like I'm some kind of infectious disease. The fun moment is cracked for a moment as I look up at the guarded and almost disgusted look in his eyes. But I force myself to stand up straight and take a step away from him.

The smile on my face never falls away as I spin on my heels, finally getting Sally out of my direct line of sight even though I'm standing beside him (with a good five foot distance between us, mind you). 

Larry smiles with me, crossing his arms over his chest.

I look to the side, making quick eye contact with Todd who's smiling fondly at me. He winks discreetly and I wink back before looking past him and to Ash who's elatedly skipping over to our group.

A beaming smile envelops my face once Ash finally notices me. I watch her eyes grow as wide as saucers, then the way she nearly trips over her own feet while fighting to get over to the group faster. 

She's so excited. I feel as though I could burst with joy and adrenaline that honestly hasn't died down even a bit since I finally made contact with The Faces.

"Ash," Sally calls from beside me, his deep voice attracting the attention of a few other party-goers around us. 

I'm about to open my arms for a hug from Ash as she draws closer, answering Sally with a loud and piercing, "What!?" when my phone buzzes. 

My eyebrows draw together as I struggle to pull my phone from the waistband of my skirt without dropping the drink in my other hand.

Normally, I'd let whatever message that just came in rot on my lock screen until I found the time and energy to reply, but I'm in another state and the text might be from dad.

I finally get my phone into my hands and try to maneuver it around until the screen is upright, using my hip as leverage. At some point, I can finally see who's messaged me and I huff out a relieved breath, blowing a strand of hair out of my face as I look over my phone.

Nate :P im home.

Oh, shit. My fucking neighbor. I forgot about him and I know exactly why he's texting me.

Nathan lives next to dad and I-- he and I are the same age and we went to high school together, so we get along pretty well. The guy's nice and doesn't talk much-- he drops by to play Mario Kart sometimes or to share his homemade brownies. He's been gone for over a month, something about traveling for school. I think he went to Colorado?

Me hey nate! glad to hear ur back :)

Nate :P i want my screwdriver back.

I was genuinely hoping he'd forget.

With a little frown marring my features, I shift my cup so it's clutched between my ribs and my arm as I use both hands to try and explain my situation to my neighbor. I can hear Ash and Larry chirping back and forth to each other excitedly while Sally and Todd pitch in here and there. I'll get back to them in a moment.

Me i figured as much :,) i'm uhhhh not home rn

I use his damn screwdriver to fix my headphones from time to time. Yea, I should just get my own screwdriver or a new set of headphones, but why would I do that when I have an awesome neighbor who lends me his tools since I don't have the money to replace my things?

Nate :P is that another excuse to keep it for longer.

Wincing, I type out a reply quickly, feeling nervous over how quickly he was able to see through me. That's impressive, especially since he was able to do that over text. 

Me okay, yes, but i wasn't kidding when i said i'm not home, i  swear :(( i'm literally in vegas rn. i'll be back tomorrow!!

Nate :P i'm holding you to that, y/n. i want my tools back or no more brownies. ever.

Me okay, okay!!!!!!! gosh :(((((( you will have your screwdriver back tomorrow night i SWEAR!

Nate doesn't answer immediately like he previously had been, so I chew on my lip anxiously as I wait. I really hope he doesn't take away my brownie privileges. I've never eaten one quite as yummy as his.

"Vi, you good over there?" Ash's sing-songish voice pulls my attention away for a moment and I look up, noting the way she's wrapped up in Larry's arms just like I was earlier. Except she's fighting it hard, scowling as he cackles.

I grin, nodding. "Yep, just handling up on some things back home."

My gaze gravitates to Sally who has the bottom of his prosthetic unbuckled and pulled up so he can drink his beer through a straw. The sight makes me want to giggle, but at the same time, I'm able to get a view of the scars on his chin which automatically quells any and all bubbly thoughts I previously had. 

Fuck, I know he's hot under the prosthetic. 

I peel my eyes away from him and look back at my phone one last time. 

Nate :P one chance. if i don't have the screwdriver in my hands tmr you can kiss the brownies  goodbye for a full month and  no less.

I can't help but smile and snort out a laugh at his response. 

Me gotcha. :P

With a shake of my head, I tuck my phone back into my skirt and focus in on my friends again, taking a quick sip of my fiery drink.

I watch as Ash throws an elbow into Larry's stomach, making him grunt in opposition before finally letting her go. Clearly it didn't hurt him at all, he just decided to let up for her sake. The man is built like a five layer brick wall. I don't even think I monster truck could lay him out.

Honestly, the only think that could bring Larry to his knees is a pretty girl. He said it himself-- he'd get on his knees and beg for pussy. Other than that, he's got every advantage in the world as far as I'm concerned.

With a faux frown, Larry leans down until his face is right in front of Ash's, which he didn't have to lean down much, by the way. "I just love hugs, Ash. Why won't you let me hug you?" he asks.

"Because you're you, you horny fuck!" Ash scoffs, shoving Larry away from her with a manicured hand to his face and a small, amused smile on her glossy lips. "Anyway," she continues, turning her head to me. "We're about to leave because Sal is being grouchy. You're coming with us, right?"

My lips part as I glance between my friends who silently wait for my answer-- aside from Sally.

"She's not coming anywhere with us," he instantly says, his tone biting. He never looks at me.

A smile grows on my face as I look back to Ash. "Of course I'll come with you guys," I say excitedly, completely ignoring the icy look that Sally throws me. "Where are we headed?"

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A/N::::::: I LOVVVVEEEEE THE BEGINNING OF THIS ONE ISHFOIHVFEFEHI it gets me so excited :3

anyway, hi honey's!!! i hope this chapter is as pleasing as i pictured it being! i've had part of it written for a while, but just had to add the rest. it surprisingly flowed easily once i started writing again which is fucking awesome cause i always want to give you guys my best!

as always, i'm sending all my love and positive vibes. thank you for being here and thank you for the continued support. you're all so awesome <333

P.S. to my babies who are reading/have read maybe today-- I'M COMING!!!! i'm lowkey manic right now and need to be feeling a specific way to get the next chapter out LMAO. soon, i promise <333

#sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #sal fisher #sally face #future smut #enemies to lovers #larry johnson #ash campbell #travis phelps #todd morrison

[linawritesocs]

[ 🤍𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐜: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 ❤️]

NEW OC!! WOOO!!

it probably doesn't make much sense for me to make new ocs anymore since.. uh. i don't really want to write anything for them rn and i just see this blog as a place to store my twst oc art in, but hey! here, have new sillies that will appear in my art from now on.

this little guy is based on.. well, the painted roses from alice in wonderland! yes, this is the third rose boy of mine. yes. what do you want from me, it's hard to come up with unique disney counterparts and i also thought that this concept is really cool.

anyway, you can read his profile under the cut!

name: darren redleaf (ダレン ・レッドリーフ)

age: 18 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birth date: september 29

zodiac sign: libra

height: 176 cm

hair color: white with light coral highlights

eye color: tea green

homeland: queendom of roses

family: father and mother

school: night raven college

dorm: heartslabyul

school year: third

occupation: student

club: science club

best subject: art

dominant hand: left

favorite food: strawberry tarts, because riddle likes them

least favorite food: candied violets, because trey likes them

hobbies: gardening, painting

talent: knowing all the latest trends

unique magic: "red rose or white rose?" darren's unique magic controls two more darrens: one of them has red hair and the other one has white hair and both of them are called "red rose" and "white rose" respectively. "red rose" is mean, loud, doesn't care about the feelings of others and is a huge troublemaker. "white rose" is a gentle, soft and caring person, who is very polite and puts others' feelings and needs before his own. he's very obedient and never questions other people's actions and orders. darren can turn into one of them, using his unique magic, and other people won't be able to recognize that it's actually darren and will believe that it's a completely different person. but if somebody knows about darren's unique magic, his magic won't work on them and they'll still be able to see his "real" self. darren's transformation depends on what he has learned about the "preferences" of a specific person and if he thinks they prefer someone more gentle, he'll turn into white rose and if he thinks they prefer someone more mean, he'll pick red rose. if darren keeps using his unique magic for too long, his memories will start to become blurry and he can start questioning his identity, not being sure if he's darren, red rose or white rose right now.

dislikes: people who are way too close with riddle, most heartslabyul students

personality: darren has a very good reputation among heartslabyul students. he's kind, he's polite, he makes sure everyone is doing okay and he also knows all 810 rules of this dorm, so he's able to stop someone from accidentally (or not really) breaking them. he's often teased for being a nerd though because of him being lowkey obsessed with those rules and a lot of students find it shocking that he actually does follow all of them. he has a soft, almost honey-like voice and his aura is able to calm almost anyone down. he also somehow knows everything about everyone's likes and dislikes, to the point that it's.. kinda concerning, since he can guess some people's type or crush and he won't need merrill's unique magic for that. but sometimes you can see darren just sitting and staring into nothingness and not making any sounds, some people are not even sure if he's breathing when that happens. if you try to make him pay attention to you when he's doing that, he will act a bit strange and will ask what's going on. sometimes he can literally just start listing some heartslabyul's rules before he's finally able to remember where he is right now and who he's talking to. but overall, he never causes any trouble. he always knows what everyone wants from him and he gives it to them. you don't have to worry about him. he won't break any rules. he is very, very obedient.

notable relationships:

so, why is darren so obsessed with heartslabyul's rules? well.. the reason is simple. he actually was friends with riddle, trey and chenya back when they were younger. he was the third friend that riddle made. he was the quiet friend. he was the friend that often couldn't be there to play with them simply because he had no energy for that, even though he really wanted to see them. and.. he eventually became the friend that nobody remembered. when he started attending nrc, trey needed some time before he remembered who darren was. but in the end, trey was able to remember who darren was. riddle wasn't. in fact, darren didn't even know most things that trey and chenya knew about riddle. for example, he didn't know anything about his relationship with his mother. so when riddle stopped hanging out with trey and chenya, darren finally was able to start spending more time with them, but he didn't know the reason why riddle was no longer there. and trey and chenya thought that he already knew. so naturally, darren started to think that it was his fault and that riddle is avoiding him. but it's okay! it's okay, they're together again now. it's okay, darren will memorize all the rules just to impress riddle. it's okay, darren will tell him which students broke the rules this time to make riddle praise him. it's okay, darren will figure out which rose riddle prefers and if it's truly the red one. it's okay. it's okay, darren won't mess up this time. he will fix their relationship. everything will be fine. they'll be friends again.

no, darren does not like trey, even though they really were friends and he did like him when they were kids. but now darren thinks that him and riddle are a little bit too close. can't trey just leave riddle alone at least for a second and let darren become closer with him? what, is he in love with him or something? oh, okay, sorry, sorry, he just got a little.. annoyed, haha. also, he feels like trey is hiding something from him. he knows so much about riddle and darren knows so little. but it's okay, darren knows that he's the best friend riddle could ever wish for. and he won't let trey steal that title from him.

hm? what does he think about chenya?.. he's fine. mostly. he goes to a different school anyway, so he doesn't appear that often and that means he's not as close with riddle as darren, so he doesn't have to think about him as a rival. honestly, if darren had to choose, he'd rather become closer with chenya rather than trey. he feels like he doesn't have to pretend like he's somebody else around him and he doesn't have to "change its color" for him.

yes, he doesn't like seth. just who does he think he is? riddle would never like a guy like him, right? seth is so arrogant, so annoying, so noisy, he breaks as many rules as he can, he can quit literally anything at any moment just because he finds it boring and his style is so.. again, riddle would never like someone like him, right? and if he does.. w-well, m-maybe darren will have to turn into a red rose for him.

fun facts:

he actually kinda admires hayden and he can see right through his lies, but they rarely interact exactly because hayden knows that darren understands him too well. and also because hayden knows that the best way to manipulate him would be just.. turning into an exact copy of riddle. and he doesn't want to do that.

it's hard to say if what he feels for riddle is romantic or platonic. darren thinks that his feelings are platonic, but some students feel like that's not the case and it's definitely something stronger. i see his feelings as just pure obsession and an extremely strong desire to serve him and be by his side. nothing more, nothing less. it doesn't mean that darren would be against going on a date with him or being kissed by him though.

darren gets a little too excited when he sees riddle punishing the rulebreakers, to the point that he can just start laughing and/or blushing. the thought of riddle punishing darren himself both terrifies him and excites him just as much and he even screamed like a fangirl when he imagined it once.

he wears a necklace that's supposed to resemble thorns and it really is very sharp and even when he's still wearing it, when you look closely, you can see the red marks that it leaves on his skin. he doesn't even notice them though and finds it comfortable.

him and allen are definitely very similar (their names even sound almost the same in japanese sjdksldl), but still, when it comes to love and other feelings, they're very different. again, what darren feels for riddle is mostly just obsession and not romantic love, meanwhile allen cares A LOT about romance and it's his life's main purpose. also, darren doesn't really have any close friends even though his reputation is so good, meanwhile allen is hated and/or feared by almost everyone, but he still does have some friends (like jay). and darren is okay with throwing his entire personality away (has he ever had "his own" personality?..) for someone he likes, meanwhile allen would rather force his crush to accept him no matter what kind of person he is.

darren joined the science club to keep an eye on trey.

his hobbies are a reference to the roses being painted: it makes sense for him to like things like gardening and painting, though i don't think he's that passionate about them. i think it's just something he does to appear "normal".

azul is trying to become closer with him because of how smart darren is and even kinda wants him to transfer to octavinelle, because someone like him could be very useful, but darren just ignores him every time.

the reason why his talent is "knowing all the latest trends" is simple: he has to know what kind of people and what kind of things other people like so that it's easier for him to use his unique magic on them.

#“wow lina. another yandere character. you are so creative.” yes. #WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME THEY ARE SO FUN TO WRITE #THEY ARE SO FUN TO EXPLORE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEE #also idk something about the concept of riddle having a third childhood friend that was forgotten is so. something about it breaks my heart #but also makes me go “OHHHHHHH 👀👀👀” #again i don't ship him with riddle! i just see their relationship as something interesting to explore and think about #but i'd love to ship darren with someone <3 he deserves it #still not over his design somehow having both hello kitty and my melody vibes #(hey.. what if.. fragaria memories ocs-) #also. i hate coming up with last names but then i just. remembered rollo's name and went #“ykw. i doubt that they cared much when they came up with his name. so why should i care” #lina draws ocs #[ ✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 ✧ ]

[zahroreadsthings]

Finishing the job...

Question: What do you do next?

Response: Hang back to check on Lex.

Check notes for previous instalments

You hang back. 'You know, we won't be telling anyone about this so we sure won't tell anyone if you leave.'

'I need to keep an eye on the tide,' they say flatly.

You hug them. 'Thanks for trusting me to come.'

'Yeah. Never again, though.'

'At least this is a good thing for th-'

You hear a high shriek and a splash.

'Oh, shit,' Lex mutters. They hurry over to the sound with you.

Zulfiya shakes out her left sleeve as she stands from her fall. When you get closer you see it's soaked almost to her shoulder.

'I tripped,' she says indignantly. She flexes her wrist and yelps.

You wince. That probably could've been avoided if she had a light. 'Sorry.'

'Ugh.' She continues back to the anchor, cradling her hand to her chest.

You didn't think this far ahead a moment ago. 'Uh. Tell me what to do, I'll take over the best I can.'

'Roll up the net then use this to tie it up.' She unclasps the chain belt that held the orbs and drops it at your feet. You give Lex the lantern and kneel in front of the net to roll it up while she shakes the orbs to light them up again.

Lex helps Zulfiya set the second net down. You secure the chain around the first net and let her take it.

'We'll need to wait.'

'We should... do something about your wrist,' Lex says. 'The tidepools will be cold enough to soothe it.'

'Oh, some of them have heat sigils!' you remember. 'Keep an eye out for circle carvings.'

You follow Lex around with the lantern to find a suitable tidepool. Zulfiya elects to stay at the net until you find one and walk her over. She follows you, still fuming.

She plunges her wrist into the pool and drapes her skirt over the lantern to keep its light from the net. The three of you listen to the waves in darkness. Zulfiya watches the orbs.

'How long do we have?' you ask to break the silence.

'About an hour,' Lex replies.

'How long for the net to fill?'

'Should be less than an hour with the rings,' Zulfiya says.

'We aren't staying more than an hour,' Lex says firmly.

'But if -'

'Nope.'

Zulfiya huffs.

The silence stretches out again. Zulfiya moves her hand in and out of the pool. You fiddle with a loose thread on your jacket.

Eventually she says, 'Lights are out. Everyone who wants to come is there,' and pulls her hand from the water. You and Lex follow her back to the net.

She fiddles with another necklace until she manages to unclasp it - you see it's actually one long, thin chain she's looped around her neck twice. She gives you the necklace and pockets the orbs. You wrap the net up.

When you finish the three of you walk back to the stairs, Lex leading with the lantern and you following Zulfiya. She looks around, brow furrowed in concentration like she can hear something she can't place.

Before you go up the stairs you open your jacket to reposition Reginald so he doesn't poke your ribs. He's colder than you expected, but it's been a cold night, you suppose.

You hear a gasp and look up to see Zulfiya squinting at him. Suddenly she launches herself at you and snatches Reginald before you can stow him away.

'What - hey - give him back?!' You look to Lex for help. They turn and start walking down the stairs.

She grins like she's just solved her puzzle. 'I think our friend has a few dead people in it.'

'No he doesn't!'

'I thought something was following us. They must have attached when you stood in front of the net. I'm going to try get them out.'

#polls #cyoa #thank you to everyone who set this up so perfectly to haunt reginald 🙏

[eldritch-spouse]

Following the Santi marriage ask, who is top tier husband material and who shouldn't be allowed near an altar? Weddings are expensive, we gotta know who is worth the hustle

[*cracks knuckles* Assuming any of them should be allowed near an altar...]

Passable choices

Patches is probably the one that's more normal about it. He knows human marriage practices and, even if the religions surrounding them means nothing to him, he'll enjoy himself- Still extremely anxious about it, explodes with nerves.

Nebul will probably come off as a weirdo, he treats marriage ceremonies more like an expedition to learn more about humans, he's going to be in awe of all the stuff happening around him and asks a lot of questions that are usually explained by "common sense". He's very calm about it, a bit aloof even. This will put people off, but he won't hurt anyone.

Grimbly. Goes above and beyond. He's been waiting, daydreaming, about his big day. It can't really happen in a church because, well, he doesn't react very well to them- But still! He wants a huge party and he wants the best dress for you- He'll probably cave and get a dress for himself as well. Everything has to be perfect or he's setting fire to the entire Clergy. Very stressed, like a rabid chihuahua. Control him.

Ludwig. Another one that really doesn't want it to happen in a church given his demonic monster nature. He never really envisioned it happening, and he's actually spooked at the idea of such a commitment. Not because Lud wants to uh "have a piece of every cake", but rather because he's scared of disappointing you. He's mostly normal about it, but still has a very jokey attitude, as a bit of a cope. He'll probably put people off.

Gallon. Ehhh, not the best not the worst. He'll probably stare at people too long, like the nosy bastard he is. Plus, he can't really wear a suit without oozing through it constantly. Gallon wants to mix the drinks at his own wedding because no one does it right.

Breg. With a lot of training, might I add. The most hellish part is trying to find a suit that doesn't make him itch like a mutt. He's going to be very loud and hyper and affectionate- He takes kiss the bride as "you may tongue-fuck the bride" and he's not shutting the fuck up about the honeymoon any time soon.

Why would you pick them??

Vinnel. Just why? Clown themed marriage? Clown themed marriage. Everyone is dressed like the Joker. Vinnel kills someone. Absolute dumpster fire. On the plus side, you're TV famous after giving an interview in which you cry through your clown makeup and your husband laughs in the background.

Santi. No. He'll sooner swallow a holy cross.

Morell. Do not put this monster in a remotely closed space with many humans around. Morell is going to be looking at the crowd the same way he'd look at porkchops. He doesn't need the cleaver to make some damage. If most of the audience is monster kind, then he'll probably be perfectly standard about it. But too many piggies and the mushroom and he's going to start plucking them out one by one.

Krulu. Human marriage ceremonies are a mockery of interlevel bonding rituals and he will be dammed if he ever participates in such an inferior, scandalous insult of an event. Krulu may mimic a blatant mockery of marriage just for laughs, his lamb does look adorable in their little white dress.

Fasma. You better drag him to the altar or he's gonna skip to next town. He just doesn't think he's worth the hassle, he's washed up. Also, he will cry like a baby and he doesn't want you to see that. Definitely still gets shitfaced even if it's the happiest day of his life. You uhm... You're gonna have to pick him up for that kiss. 💀

#Bregory #Fasma oc #Vinnel oc #Nebul oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Morell oc #Gallon oc #Krulu oc #Ludwig oc #Patches oc #theincognitocat

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 18

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.3k

Chapter 17 | Masterlist

"Mags." My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Rooster's voice, his arms wrapped around me. "Did I pass out?" He nodded. "Yeah, but no one blames you. That's a hell of a statement to hear." I groaned. "How long was I out?" He shrugged. "Forty-five seconds." Phoenix rushed over, a glass of water in her hand. "Here." I took it from her as she walked to the door. "Yell if you need me." Rooster nodded as he helped me back into the chair. "I'm sorry to dump this on you, but we do have to question you." I nodded, sipping on the water. "Do we need to go anywhere?" They both shook their heads no. 

"No, we can do it here." I nodded as they pulled out a recorder, pressing record. "So, what do you remember from the night before she went missing? That was the night there was an altercation in your front yard? Between Mr. Wilder and Mr. Bradshaw?" We nodded. "Okay, explain to us what happened in detail." So we did, I recounted everything up until I passed out, then Rooster explained everything he remembered. "And the next morning?" I furrowed my brows since it was a little fuzzy. "Um, I woke up. Aaron said he was going to go on a run before we went down to the station. I went down there while Aaron was out and got Rooster out. When I came home he had just gotten out of the shower, and we started arguing." They nodded, writing something down. "And what happened in this argument?" My cheeks heated up at the memory, getting flustered about having to repeat it in front of strangers and Rooster. 

"Caila. This is going to help us rule you out as a suspect and possibly catch Mr. Wilder if he did it." I nodded, clearing my throat. "He was angry that I posted Rooster's bail. I came home and we stood in the living room arguing about it. He was angry about me seeing Rooster and I yelled at him that he stepped out on the marriage first." They nodded. "What then?" I pursed my lips. "He uh, he smacked me. Threw me into the table behind our couch." Rooster's grip tightening on my shoulder's. It didn't hurt, it was more comforting. "Did you ever see those clothes he left in, after that?" I furrowed my brows, thinking back on it I never did. "No, I never did and they were some of his favorite workout clothes." They nodded.

"What happened in the weeks following?" I thought back on it. "He-he was actually nice. Like he was when we first started dating, he even got me Dahlia." Hawthorne furrowed his brows. "Dahlia?" I heard her claws clicking on the floor. "My dog." I said as I pet her. "When did he get her for you?" I thought on it with a sigh. "Um, about a month after the fight with Rooster." They looked to each other, nodding. "Has anyone else ever gone missing around you?" I shook my head. "No." They nodded and cut the recording. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilder." They stood and I did as well. 

"You think Aaron did it?" I asked and they stopped. "We aren't supposed to say but... you and him were our only suspects and we just ruled you out." I nodded, leading them out the door. "Thank you, guys." They nodded and left, me closing the door behind them. As it clicked I rested my head on it, inhaling deeply to keep the tears at bay. "So what happened?" Hangman asked. "They think Aaron killed Melissa." I heard a few gasps. "The same Melissa he would sleep with while you were deployed?" Phoenix asked and I nodded. "And while I was home." I said turning to face them. "I hated her, but I never wanted her dead. I just wish she would've found someone else to fuck!" I huffed, really trying to keep the tears at bay.

But as Rooster walked over, wrapping his arms around me I broke. "I was married to a fucking murderer." I cried into his chest. He rubbed my back, calming me down. "You have got to stop having us over." Hangman said, making me laugh. "I mean, as devastating as that is. They found her body, I'm no longer a suspect and Aaron could be doing a very long time in prison." They cheered to the last bit. "Now, let's finish this amazing food because I could swear I smell a certain cake in the oven." Hangman said, grinning at me. "You mean my mamaw's Hershey bar cake?" He nodded. "Damn you and your nose Seresin."

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Another week had passed and I was going stir crazy at home. I have been working out to kill some time, but I realized not enough as I looked down at the scale. "Oh hell no." The bold 181 staring back at me. When I went on leave I was 172, which was pushing it for me, but I knew it was all the muscle I built up after my accident. I couldn't gain my weight back, I had to keep it off. "Dahlia!" I called, grabbing her leash. "Wanna go for a run?" She jumped up, excited at my question. I got her hooked up and walked out to the beach, pushing myself to my limit to get my run in. 

As I got back I saw Rooster was home, I walked in and he smiled at me. "Thank god. I had no idea where you were." I smiled at how worried he was. "I was out for a run with Dahls." He sighed, brushing my hair from my face. "I just worry about you, I know you can handle yourself, but with how everything is playing out I worry about you being out, alone." I nodded. Since news about Melissa's body broke people have been making threats. Not just to me but Rooster as well, people think I killed her. My mother has to have a security detail at all times and my brother has now hired security at his home in Texas for Laura and JJ. 

"I finally deactivated my instagram." I sighed. "The one you hadn't used in years?" He nodded, grabbing my hips and pulling me close, I had to fight the urge to pull away, nto wanting to realize I've had any weight gain. "I couldn't stand the constant stream of messages, the flirting, the threats, the insults to you." I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Roo." He kissed my head as my phone rang, "Don't apologize, honey." I nodded and immediately answered my phone, seeing Jerry's name. "Hi-" "We have a date." My eyes widened and I turned to Rooster. "We have a date." I said as I put it on speaker. "You're on speaker phone with Rooster and I, Jerry." I said as I set my phone on the counter, Rooster standing next to me with his arm around my waist. 

"Good. They are sending out the subpoenas for people this week and Bradley?" "I'm here." "You will be getting one, it will probably be hand delivered to make sure no one intercepts it. You are detrimental to this case, if you don't testify, we may not win." My heart thudded in my chest at his words. "An officer should be delivering it to your door, you'll have to sign for it so we know it was traded off properly." We nodded. "Okay, okay we can do that." I nodded. "So when is the date?" I heard some shuffling. "Monday the fifteenth." I ran my hands through my hair. "So not this coming Monday, but the next?" Rooster ran his hand up and down my back. "Yeah, we all have to be at the courthouse at eight a.m."

"And what of all the people crowding around the courthouse?" He sighed. "There will be security. People are getting wild out there and we don't want to take chances with the threats that are being thrown around. You will be transported in SUV's with security and escorted into the courthouse." I nodded. "That- Yeah, that makes me feel a whole lot better about this." Rooster said, turning and kissing my head. "Who else is getting subpoenaed?" I asked. "No one but the judge knows. He's keeping everything under wraps, for safety reasons." I nodded. "Okay, well I guess we'll see you on the fifteenth." 

"Sounds good, bye guys." We said our goodbyes and it was like a weight was lifted off our shoulders. "We have a date." He nodded. "We have a date." Rooster turned and swooped me up, catching me off guard. "Rooster!" He spun me around before setting me down and I took a step back. "I told you this would all work out!" I nodded as he leaned down and kissed me. "What do you say we go out and celebrate? We'll invite everyone else! Go to the Hard Deck, have some drinks." I bit my lip. "I don't know, Rooster. I just- I'm sweaty, I need a shower and I currently am not getting paid, I don't need to be spending money on drinks." He chuckled. "I'll buy your drinks, honey." I shook my head. "Rooster." He grabbed my hand, kissing it. "Come on, it's just a few drinks. I'm not asking you to get wasted, let's just... celebrate the win while we have it." Those big brown eyes were already irresistible but with the pout he had on his face. 

"Son of a bitch. Fine, I'll go. But I have to shower first." He nodded and reached for my waist. "I'll join you." I shook my head. "I kinda wanna shower by myself this time, okay?" His face fell and it broke my heart. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll-I'll call everyone." I nodded and went upstairs. I hated doing this to him but I was really not feeling confident today. I stripped down and got into the shower quickly washing my body and shaving before getting my hair washed. As I got out I opened the door to let the steam out while I dried off. "Good news, everyone agreed but I didn't tell them why. I figured you could tell them." I smiled at him. "Thank you, honey." I said as I put moisturizer on my face and keeping my towel wrapped around me tightly. "Are you okay?" I nodded as I pulled out my toothbrush and wet it before putting toothpaste on it. 

"Yeah, I'm good." I said as I watched myself in the mirror, not looking at him. "Mind if I shower here?" I nodded and moved so he could get in, he pulled out a towel, putting it on the hook by the shower before turning to me. "I love you, you know that?" I nodded as I spit the toothpaste into the sink. As I stood up his hand drifted across my stomach, making my breath hitch in my throat. He kissed my head and stepped back, stripping and getting into the shower. While he did that I started my hair and makeup, before stepping out to give him some privacy while I got dressed. "Hey babe?" I poked my head out of the closet as I buttoned my jeans. "Yeah?" I looked to see Rooster in his boxers, holding up two shirts. "Red Phillies or Gray Henley?" I gave him a small smile. "Henley." I narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you just trying to keep me out of a phillies shirt?" I shook my head. "No, you look good in it but you know I love you in a henley." I said as I hooked my bra and grabbed a baggy tour t-shirt I got from Jameson's last tour. 

I came out just as he slid on his shoes. I walked past him to put on my rings, and putting in a second set of earrings. I looked in the mirror, seeing him staring at my ass while he tied his boots. "Take a-" I heard a click and turned to look at him. "I am going to have the best collection of pictures while I'm on deployment." I narrowed my eyes at him as he stood. "I love you in those little fucking dresses, but goddamn these jeans make you look fine as fuck." He said dragging his eyes along my body. Okay, that made me feel a little better about myself. "You think?" I asked, turning to look at myself in the mirror. I saw him looking at me but I definitely didn't expect the hard smack that landed on my left ass cheek. 

"Let's go, before I strip you and keep you in bed all weekend." I giggled and grabbed my purse, rushing downstairs Rooster hot on my heels. I fed Dahlia and let her out one last time before we went out the door. Him opening the passenger door of the Bronco for me, I slid in and grabbed the seatbelt, which he took from me reaching across to buckle me in. "Why do you do that?" He smirked, kissing my nose. "I like knowing your safe." I smiled at him as he kissed me. He got down, closed my door and slid into the drivers seat. "You feeling any better?" He asked as he back out of the driveway, sliding his hand onto my thigh, holding it in between shifting gears. "Yeah, just a little." I smiled at him.

As we arrived at the hard deck I inhaled deeply, the salty ocean air wafting through my nose. There were dark clouds rolling over the ocean, a low rumble of thunder. I was so lost in thought I didn't realize Rooster had opened my door. "Mags, you okay?" I nodded. "Yeah, just lost on thought." I said, taking his hand and sliding out of the Bronco. He held my hand as we walked inside, a decent sized crowd surrounding the bar. "Moscow Mule or Vodka Soda?" Rooster asked as we broke through the crowd, he helped me slide into a seat, standing behind me to keep the crowd back. "Vodka soda." He nodded and we waited for Penny to come over, allowing her to tend to her other patrons before we took her attention. 

"Ah, my favorite aviator couple." She said as she came over. "Just one aviator right now." She pursed her lips. "Mav told me. What can I get you?" She asked as she flashed us a smile. "Just a beer and a vodka soda, extra lime please, Penny. We're celebrating." Rooster said, bending down to kiss my head. Penny's eyes shifted down to my hands on the bar before smirking. "Well you're drinking so it's not a baby. There's not a ring on your finger, so what are we celebrating?" I smirked at her as she slid us our drinks. "We have a court date for my divorce, with a judge who wants to do his job." She cheered and reached over the bar to hug me. "About damn time! Keep me updated?" We nodded and vacated the bar, heading for the dart board where Coyote was standing. 

"About time y'all got here. I've been keeping myself busy with... all the pretty ladies." He said, watching a blonde walk by, a little more swing in her hips. I giggled at him, patting his cheek. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." He whipped around to me. "But did you see her?" I nodded with raised brows. "I did, go tell her how pretty she is. Get her number, not snapchat and ask her on a date." He chuckled. "Maybe I just want a good lay." I scoffed. "What? Fucking the same girl can be boring sometimes." Rooster and I laughed. "Look Bradshaw, just because you got a good one doesn't mean they're all good." Rooster chuckled, his arm going across my chest and pulling me back into him. "Never know if you don't try Coyote." He stared at us and I threw him a wink. He sighed and laid the dart down, following the blonde. "If they get married, make sure we remind them that it's all thanks to us." Rooster chuckled at my words. 

"Of course, pretty girl." He kissed my temple as he heard thunderous footsteps behind us. "What's the news? We came as fast as we could!" Phoenix said rushing over, Hangman on her heels. I furrowed my brows at the sight of them together, Phoenix in a sundress and Hangman in khakis and a polo. "You two are dating." I said and they scoffed. "No." I furrowed my brows. "I just wanted to wear a dress, feel like a woman." Her voice never wavered but she wouldn't make eye contact. I looked over to Hangman, "I don't wear my khakis everywhere." He was more confident in his answer. I looked behind me to Rooster who didn't seem convinced either. "We're just waiting on Bobby, Payback and Fanboy. Also waiting on Coyote to stop chasing that blonde over there." 

We all looked over to see the blonde sitting in a stool and Coyote in front of her, both all smiles. "Well you have a vodka soda, so no baby." Hangman's eyes flew open and Rooster chuckled, his hand finding it's way to my belly again. "Not yet." I shrugged out of his grip, playing it off as I grabbed the dart. I threw it, nailing just outside of the bullseye. "Let me show you how it's done." I rolled my eyes as he picked up a dart, tossing it right into the bulls eye. "Show off." He chuckled and threw another. "Hey guys!" We turned to see Payback, Fanboy and Bob. "Great!" I said clapping my hands. "Coyote!" His head snapped over seeing me waving. He held up his finger to the blonde and ran over. "Sorry, that is actually going well!" He said excitedly as Hangman patted him on the back. 

"I'll keep this short then, we just wanted to tell you in person." I said, clasping my hands together in front of me. "We have a court date, with a judge who actually wants to do this right." They all cheered, Phoenix yanking me into a hug. "When?" Hangman asked excitedly. "Not this coming Monday, but the next. They're sending out the last of the subpoenas, like Rooster's." They nodded. "Anyone else getting one?" I shrugged. "If anyone else does it's probably Phoenix and Hangman. I can't guarantee it and I don't know if anyone else will." They nodded. "Okay let's celebrate and you," I said pointing to Coyote. "Go back to your girl." He hugged me and took off. Phoenix kissed my cheek, hugging me again. "About damn time!" She cheered. "Let me buy you a shot." I pursed my lips. "Come on, just one." I scoffed. "One turns into five with us." She grinned at me. "Well, we both have DD's." I sighed and looked to Rooster who winked at me. "Go get you a shot, pretty girl." 

"Fine." Phoenix grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the bar. "Penny!" She turned to us, the bar in a lull so she had time. "Two shots of top shelf tequila please!" She grinned at us, pulling down the shot glasses and setting them up for us. "Just a reminder this is not Coyote Ugly." She said glaring at me. "And no body shots on my bar." She said looking at Phoenix, making us giggle. "Did you dance on her bar?" My face turned red. "She sure did, Bob there had to yank her down because she was ignoring me." I bit my lip. "I'm still sorry about that." She nodded. "Just don't do it again." We took the bowl of salt, limes and our shots, wandering back to the group. "Ooh, we get the privilege of witnessing these tequila shots?" Hangman asked as we walked over. 

"It's just a shot." He chuckled. "And Bobby boy here told us what happened the last time you had tequila shots here." I threw my hands up. "What the hell? Penny just told me to stay off her bar! Are we all thinking it?" He laughed at me. "Hey, I'm not gonna be the one pulling you down this time. That's Rooster's job now!" Rooster chuckled. "Was it that bad?" He nodded. "She started pulling on her dress," My eyebrows shot up, forgetting I did that. "And Penny had to push her off the bar and into my arms where I had to carry her out and get her in the jeep. She's flailing in my arms, screaming. Thank god she fell asleep in the jeep, I did not want to drag her onto base when she was shitfaced like that." My face burned red at his story. 

"I may need another one." I said to Phoenix who laughed. "Ready?" I nodded. We licked the salt, tossed the shot back and sucked on the lime. "Woo, that burns!" Phoenix said with a cough. I nodded and went back to my vodka soda. "Who wants to play a round of pool?" Hangman shot his hand up and I smirked. "Get ready to have your ass kicked." He chuckled as we headed towards the pool table that just opened up. "Roo?" He smiled at me. "Get me another?" He nodded, kissing me and taking my glass. "Anything for you, pretty girl." I smiled at him. "Thank you." I heard a voice behind me. "You two are so gross." Hangman said and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Real mature." I scoffed and grabbed the pool cue. "Rack 'em, bagman." He chuckled at me and racked the balls.

Three hours, five vodka sodas, and four tequila shots later Phoenix and I were sitting at the bar waiting on more drinks, her more sober than me. "What's up with you tonight?" She asked and I laid my head down on the bar. "I gained weight." She rose a brow. "I can't hear you when you have your face buried in the bar." I lifted my head, looking her straight in the eye. "I gained weight." I enunciated. Phoenix shrugged, "You don't look it." I shook my head. "I got on the scale this morning and 'bout fell out." She giggled, "How much?" I groaned. "Nine pounds, it's all this being at home. While I enjoy being at home and oddly enough I enjoy taking care of Rooster. I'm not active like I was, and I've been trying to change that but just like I used to, I get bored and I eat." 

She chuckled, "You don't look it. Mags, you're gorgeous heavy or skinny. If you want I'll hit the gym with you and I'm sure Rooster would too." I nodded. "I just-he's only ever known me at this size. If I gain weight what if-" "You think he'd leave you? Look, I never ever believed in soulmates but seeing you two. You are soulmates, no one denies it and that man, would never leave you for anything. You think he'd dump you after all the shit you two have been through?" I shrugged. "The answer is no. Look," She turned behind us and I looked to see Rooster looking at me while he played pool with Payback. "He is always watching you, his eyes never truly leave you. You move, he moves." I smiled at her. "You really think he wouldn't care?" She chuckled. "I know he wouldn't." 

"So stop avoiding his touch, it's throwing him off." I nodded. "He just... he keeps touching my belly and I've just grown a little insecure about it." She smiled at me. "He really wants a baby doesn't he?" I nodded and looked at her. "You think it's too soon?" She shook her head. "You two have known each other for six years, Magnolia. If you had left Aaron sooner, I'm sure you two would already be married with baby number two!" I smiled at the thought. "But I don't care if you two had known each other three weeks, there is nothing that could break you two apart. So no, I don't think it's too soon to want a marriage and a family with him." My bottom lip wobbled as I pulled her into me. "Thank you, Natasha. You have no idea how much that means to me." She squeezed me before pulling back some. "I do know, that's why I said it. Now, let's get another shot." We giggled as Penny slid us our shots, smirking at us as we stumbled back to the group.

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I giggled as Rooster tossed me down on my couch, "God, I love when you throw me around." He smirked at me, leaning over me to kiss me. "Mm, a little birdy told me you weren't feeling beautiful." "I WILL KILL NATASHA TRACE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" I yelled out, making him laugh. "No you won't, I'm glad she told me. Can't have my pretty girl not feeling pretty." I giggled at his words. He stared into my eyes, smiling at me. "Your eyes, god I could literally swim in them." My bottom lip jutted out at his words, "I love the way your cheeks heat up when I compliment you." He said kissing my cheek. "Your lips, I love kissing them," He kissed me gently. "I love when they say my name, or when you talk about something you love."

He kissed along my neck before pulling me up against him and pulled my shirt off, pushing me back down onto the couch. "Your chest." I smirked. "God, I love your tits." He said, placing kisses along the line of my bra. "But I really love it because it holds your heart." Tears immediately sprung to my eyes, "I love listening to it when we're in bed, the way it sounds when you're falling asleep. But I also love how it sounds when I make love to you, the way it speeds up and pounds against your chest." He reached around and undid my bra, pulling it off me and tossing it somewhere. I watched as he kissed around my chest, taking one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging on it. "Bradley." I whined as his hands ran up to hold my waist, and his kisses moved towards my belly, making me suck in. "Mm, I love your stomach." My breathing picked up at his words. 

"It's where your laugh comes from when you find something funny." He said before licking just above my navel, making me moan. He kissed down to my waist band, undoing my jeans and slowly pulling them off me. He sat back on his knees kissing my calf, "I love your legs, how strong they are, how flexible they are." He said smirking at me, making me giggle as more tears fell from my eyes. "Your thighs, goddamn, your thighs." He said nipping at my inner thigh. "I love them when they wrap around my waist when I'm holding you or when I'm laying on you. I also love when they wrap around my head." I laughed at his words. He held my gaze as he bent down to my core, licking a stripe up my panties. "Fuck." I sighed out as he continued to look at me, he reached under me, pulling my underwear down my legs and tossing them away. He reached under me again grabbing my ass with both hands. "And your ass, god you have an ass that won't quit." 

"My ass is not that big." He nipped at my bare clit, making me yelp. "Not big, just perfect." He bent forward, sucking my clit into his mouth making my cry out. "OH! Fuck, Rooster!" He chuckled as he ran his tongue up my slit, my slick now covering his lips. "Your pussy, fuck..." He slipped his tongue inside me as my breathing picked up. "You take me so well, always look so pretty when I'm buried inside you." He licked me again, flicking my clit with his tongue. "I love the sounds you make when I eat you out." I whined at his words, my chest heaving. "But when I make you come, I feel like I'm king of the fucking world. Knowing I'm the one making my pretty girl come, knowing I'm the only one that gets to taste you. Fuck, honey I love you so much and I don't want you to ever feel that way ever again." I gasped as he inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out of me. 

"Come on, honey. Want you to come for me." I moaned, my head rolling back as he curled his fingers up into me. "Wanna come on your cock." He chuckled. "You want to come on my cock?" I nodded. "Want you inside me, need you to fill me up. Please, Roo. Want you so bad." He chuckled and pulled away, I whined but then saw he was taking his shirt off. I sat up, undoing his belt, yanking it off before undoing his jeans and pushing them down his legs. He stood up and we finished getting them off before I ripped his boxers down his legs. "Lay down pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good." I laid back on the couch and he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the couch. He grabbed my left leg, bending it back to my shoulder and grabbing me under my right knee and holding it out to my side. 

He rested on knee on the couch while his other foot rested on the floor. "That's it, pretty girl. Just like that." He said, running a finger through my folds. "Fuck, Rooster. Fuck me, please." I wanted him so bad, my core was throbbing with need. "I got you, pretty girl. I got you." He said as he lined himself up, slowly slipping in. We had fucked almost every day for the past two weeks, but still the stretch burned slightly. I gasped as he moaned out. "I know, honey. It'll ease in a second." After a second it did and he pumped into me slowly, he leaned down to kiss me. Resting his head on my shoulder and watched himself disappear into me. "Such a good girl," He said kissing my temple, then my cheek. "You take me so well, taking my cock like it was made for you?" I nodded as he kissed my neck. "Yeah." I whined and he chuckled. "I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl. I'm gonna come inside you, make you swell with my baby." He said putting my left leg on his shoulder before rubbing my belly. 

"You're gonna be so pretty when your pregnant. Can't wait to have babies with you, huh?" I nodded as he picked his head up. Tears ran down my face as he pumped into me, the knot tightening in my lower belly. "Want it. Want it so bad." I babbled and he grinned, kissing my forehead. "Come on pretty girl, you come around my cock and I'll give you what you want." He reached down, rubbing my clit. My orgasm hit, my head falling back as a high pitched moan fell from my lips. My toes curling as my body tensed. "That's it, Mags. You're gonna take everything I give you." He started ramming his hips into me, My hands wrapping around his shoulders, my nails dragging down his shoulders. "Oh fuck!" He said, head thrown back as he continued to pump into me. "Take it, pretty girl. Take it all." 

My legs were shaking as he buried himself into me completely. He pulled my legs around his waist, and I locked my ankles together as he leaned down, resting his head on my chest. "I don't think you understand how much I truly love you, Caila." I nodded, one hand rubbing his back, the other threading in his hair. "No I do, because I love you just as much Bradley." He looked up at me, leaning up to kiss me. "You'll tell me if you ever feel that way again?" He stared into my eyes, searching for the truth. "Yeah." I nodded at him. "I will." He smiled at me. "And by the way, your weight means nothing to me because I love you for the person you are." 

A few tears slipped as he kissed me gently. "I really, really, really fucking love you Bradley Bradshaw. I really think you're it for me." He smirked down at me, kissing my tears away. "You've always been it for me, Magnolia." He pushed a little closer, making me moan out since he was still inside me. "Rooster." I asked as he slid his hand over my belly, his eyes snapping to me as his thumb brushed over my lower belly where I could still feel him. "I do-I don't want you getting your hopes up. It can take a long time for it to happen." He nodded and I placed a hand on his cheek. "I just don't want you to get your heart broken if we get a negative." He leaned down to kiss me, smiling into the kiss. "I know. Honey, I know. I just can't wait to truly start a life with you." I smiled at him. "I just don't want to let you down." He pulled back and brushed the back of his hand down my cheek. 

"You could never let me down. It's a two person job anyway, for all we know I could be the problem." He chuckled and laid down on my chest again. We stayed like that and after awhile he started moving his hips. It started as little rolls, some grinding but it felt good. "Are you trying for round two?" I sighed as he started kissing my chest, licking one of my nipples. "Are you up for a second round?" He asked before taking my nipple in his mouth, looking up at me. "If it keeps me full of you, then yeah." He grinned and let my nipple go with a 'pop'. "Get ready, pretty girl. I'm about to rail you into the couch."

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It was Tuesday before Rooster's subpoena came in, he rushed straight over to my house after the officer left. "I have never been so happy to go to fucking court." I laughed as he sat on the couch, I crawled behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind and my legs caged his in. He opened it and we read it, "This is really happening?" He asked and I nodded. "It really is." I kissed the back of his neck as my phone started ringing. "It's Phoenix." I said as I answered. "Hi, my love." She chuckled on her end. "Guess who got a subpoena?" I pursed my lips. "I'm happy and sorry." I said as I leaned my head on Rooster's back. 

"Don't be sorry, I'm happy to go if it puts his ass in jail." I chuckled. "I really hope he does. Then all our problems would go away, literally." Rooster nodded and chuckled. "They really would. But I'm gonna go, I need to eat something. I feel like I'm starving." I chuckled. "Feed the beast, I'll talk to you later. Love you." "Love you too." We hung up and I continued to lay on Rooster. "So black dress pants or gray?" I chuckled. "Mm, I don't know. Your ass looks great in the black ones, but I can see the outline of your cock a lot better in the gray ones." I said as I ran my hands across the front of his jeans, palming him. He leaned back against me, undoing his jeans, allowing me to pull his cock out of his boxers. "Mm, do I make you hard, honey?" He nodded as I kissed his neck. 

I pumped him in my hand, smirking as he moaned and leaned his head back onto my shoulder. "That's it honey, just relax. I'm gonna make you feel good." I said as I ran my other hand through his hair and kissed his head. My phone started buzzing and I looked and saw Penny's name. I ignored it, focusing all my attention on Rooster. "I love you, Roo." HIs hips bucked up into my hand as his phone started buzzing. He looked and saw Mav's name, "Leave it." I said licking up his neck, flicking my tongue against the shell of his ear. He picked up his phone, answering it. "Hey Mav-" "You and Penny got subpoenas too?" I perked my ears up, but never stopped my motions. Instead reaching with my other hand and fondling his balls. "Fuck." He whispered. "Hey Mav, I'm gonna call you back. Yeah. Bye." He hung up, dropping his phone. 

"You're so good to me, sweet girl. Working me so well, gonna make me come in your hand?" I nodded and kissed his neck. "Yeah." I moaned in his ear, the sight of him turned on was turning me on. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, squeezing them. "Your hand looks so small when it's wrapped around my cock." I chuckled and nipped his neck. "That means I gotta work a little harder to make you come." He groaned. "You're doing just fine, honey." I smirked and sped up, squeezing him slightly. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." I moved my hand back to his hair, brushing it from his face. "Then come for me. Come on Rooster, cover my hand in your cum." I smiled as his release shot out from the tip of his cock. "That's it. Little more." His grip on my thighs tightened as his release washed over him. "Oh that's it, honey. So good." I said, kissing his temple. We stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him come down from his high. My phone buzzed a few times and I looked at it. "Hangman, Payback and Fanboy also got subpoenas." He chuckled. "Dagger trip?" I nodded. "This'll be interstin'."

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[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (10)

Main story

Side stories

"Where ya'll sneaking off to?" Shippo asks, leaning against the wall. His tail swishes behind him leisurely.

The trio look at each other and seem to elect Megumi to answer his question.

"We need to get back to Jujutsu High and meet up with Yuta and the others. I need to check on Tsumiki as well. She hasn't been answering her phone." Megumi stands with his shoulders squared. There's resolve in his demeanor, as though he honestly believes that he can just sneak out of the estate, and no one would notice.

"And you expected to take on the guards… how? You must know they are full-fledged demons trained in Sess's army." Shippo pushes off the wall and holds out a hand. "Actually, I'll answer that. No. You can't. You think those little curses you fought in Shibuya were the shit?"

"I didn't know we were prisoners here," Megumi argues. "We should be able to go if we want to."

Shippo sighs. "Is that any way to talk to your brother? No respect."

"Brother?" Yuji and Nobara exclaim, both grabbing a hold of Megumi's jacket. They tug, willing Megumi to look at them.

"He's not my brother."

"Uh… didn't Satoru like kind of take you in?"

"Yeah, but what the hell does that have to do with you calling me brother?"

Shippo walks over to them, places his hands on his hips, and leans down until his nose is a hair's width away from Megumi. "You have long eyelashes," he comments, a wiry grin on his face.

Megumi jerks back, cheeks flushed pink.

"We don't have time for this."

"Satoru pretty much raised you and your sister. Kagome raised me." He stands upright. "And they're mates, so with those facts, we're brothers. You think any of you would be here if we wanted you dead?" His eyes turn to slits. There's still blood smeared on his clothes and face. "I don't go out of my way to kill humans. If anything, I'm pretty damn fond of you lot."

"Something is wrong with him," Nobara whispers, though she may as well be shouting.

"My hearing is better than humans," Shippo quips. "At any rate, if you wanted to check on some people, all you had to do was ask. But sneaking out? Nah. No way the guards let you go. And if you start a commotion here, Sesshomaru will not take that so lightly." Shippo wraps his arms around himself and shivers. "He can be kind of scary when he wants to be."

Nobara scoffs. Her hand drops from Megumi's jacket and she puts on a nonchalant front.

Shippo frowns.

"Next time you die, it will be your last." He points to Nobara. "Sesshomaru may have brought you back to life once, but he won't do it again." Ignoring that Sesshomaru can't bring a person back more than once, Shippo watches with satisfaction as the words sink in and the reality of their situation grabs a hold of them.

"Uh, Shippo?" Yuji starts, "We need to check on Tsumiki and check in with Yuta and the others. Could you take us?"

Finally, someone with some sense around here. Shippo smiles and grabs Yuji by the back of his neck. "C'mon let's go. All you had to do was ask." He glances at the rosary beads. "Sure hope you don't mind having a permanent necklace on."

"Permanent? This doesn't come off… ever?" Yuji touches the subjugation beads and winces as it shocks him.

"I mean InuYasha is over 500 years old and he still has his."

"Wait…you said Kagome-san raised you? Isn't she human?" Megumi asks, following behind them.

"Is she?" Shippo questions. Does merging with the Shikon Jewel do anything to extend her lifespan? Is she considered something else now? Or is she simply still just a human? His tail swishes with more agitated movements. "Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!" Nobara hurries to his side. Her stomps echo throughout the halls.

They make it outdoors. Shippo nods his head in acknowledgment to the stationed guards and leads them towards the barn.

"Well, she ain't a demon and she sure as hell isn't a curse," Shippo says, "Alrighty, now, before anyone freaks out. I got to know who is afraid of dragons?"

"Sh-Shippo? Could you please remove your hand?" Yuji asks, rudely interrupting Shippo and not answering the damn question.

He, not so gently, pushes Yuji into the barn. Ah Un raises their heads and lets out a loud snort. Their eyes glow in the dark.

"Hey Ah Un!" Shippo waves. "Up for a quick trip below?" He pats their heads. Hopefully Sesshomaru won't be too upset if he notices them gone for a bit.

"That's a fucking dragon," Nobara says behind him.

Yuji scrambles back.

"Oh, and Megumi, you can't have Ah Un. Sesshomaru would throw a fit." He taps his chin. "And you better not try to take the baby dragon when it hatches. That's for the kid… kids?" He lets Ah Un out of their stall, though the two-headed dragon could just as easily get out if they wanted to.

"Are we riding on that? How about Buyo Jr. instead?" Yuji turns to Megumi. His eyes are wide. Pleading.

Shippo is offended on Ah Un's behalf.

"You can ride down, but you won't be able to get back here without one of us." Shippo points to Ah Un and then to himself. "Hope you didn't think the barrier around here worked the same as Tengen's weak ass ones."

"I don't believe Kagome-san raised you. You are way too disrespectful to have been raised by someone as kind as Kagome-san." Nobara sniffs, jutting her chin out.

"Ya know, she's with Satoru, right? Dad is kind of a dick." Kids these days are so naïve. It's crazy how much they cling to their youth with all the shit they've seen. Hell, just from today alone. He gets why Satoru is always praising his students. As uncomfortable as it is to admit, at their age, he would have cracked.

Ugh, he was such a crybaby back then.

"Say Kagome did raise you. How old were you then? You said InuYasha is over 500, so demons must live a long time," Megumi says. The shadows near his feet shift and the nekomata pops out, landing on Megumi's shoulder.

"50? I was a little runt. Kagome was about 15 back then." He motions for them to move out of the barn. Ah and Uh trail behind him, most likely happy at the chance to get out and fly around. "Don't ask how old she is now, I don't know."

"Kagome-san is like 24 now," Nobara whispers, cupping her hand over her mouth as if it will stop Shippo from being to hear. "I have more questions than answers."

"Yeah, I think he's trolling us. Gojo-sensei said not to trust those foxes."

"I don't know if he's telling the truth or not, but these demons are close to Kagome-san. There has to be some history there for them to go out of their way to help us just because it makes her happy."

Shippo looks at Ah Uh and shrugs. It doesn't matter if they believe him or not. "If you kids are done talking about me, can we get a move on it? I do like to get my beauty sleep." This is actually ruining his plans for the night; this little sneak out plan they tried to concoct. He was going to go back out and find some more curses to exorcise.

His blood lust is simmering down, but it is still there under the surface waiting for something to ignite it.

"How good are your ears?" Nobara questions.

"Very good," Shippo says with a wide smile. "Now Yuji, you ride with me. Get on." He grabs Yuji and tosses him onto Ah Un's back.

"Hey!" Yuji grumbles, struggling to sit upright. "I would have gotten on. You didn't have to throw me."

Shippo ignores him. "Nekomata, try to keep up. Really not trying to be out all night on this endeavor." He's torn. On one hand, he wants to go out and exorcise some more curses. His blood is damn near screaming at him to do so. On the other hand, he wants to stay near Kagome because he knows this shit is bothering her.

He lets his mind wander as they set off to Jujutsu High.

When they get to the school, a lump form in his gut. Damn. Guess he does like Satoru after all. Feels wrong being here without him.

"Have you been here before? You knew where to go," Megumi questions.

Shippo instructs Ah Un to make themselves comfy in the forest. The two-headed dragon trots off with a noticeable pep in their steps.

"I came here with Dad."

"Really? I've never seen you."

"You saw me, you just didn't know it was me you were looking at." Shippo tilts his head to the side. "You met Yakeru, so you know some things he can do. Some stuff is universal to us red foxes." He leaves it at that. No way he is going to spell it out for them. If they don't know he can transform, then that's their fault. "Where's this Yuta?"

"I'm right here, but who are you? What are you?" Yuta steps out from the shadows with his sword drawn. There's a haughty look to him.

"Ah!" Shippo exclaims, "You nearly scared me with that zombie look on your face." Shippo fake cries, relishing in the disbelief written on everyone else's faces.

This Yuta guy is a problem. He didn't sense him at all. Shippo narrows his eyes.

"Yuta-senpai," Megumi says, throwing one more look of confusion over his shoulder at Shippo. "This is Shippo. He's… a demon, but he's on our side for now."

"For now?" Shippo balks. "Unfortunately, mom has taken a liking to you, and she'd be all sad if something happened."

"Demons have mothers?" Yuta sheathes his sword, though his face continues to look like a dried-out grape. If he keeps it up, those frowns are going to turn into permanent wrinkles.

"Kagome-san is his mother. Allegedly." Megumi sighs. "I don't know if Gojo-sensei mentioned to you about Kagome—"

"Ah, his girlfriend that fell from the sky into his lap." Yuta's face brightens and Shippo is sickened to his stomach. Ugh, the frowny face fits him better. He looks like some kind of Frankenstein with a smile on his face.

"She fell from the sky?" Yuji and Nobara repeat.

"I can't get in contact with Tsumiki," Megumi continues, completely ignoring the elephant in the room. Or maybe Megumi is too desensitized to the stories Satoru tells others.

It's not out of the realm of possibility that Kagome just fell from the sky and ended up in this world. While Shippo did not fall out of the sky, him and the others were pulled into this world by other means.

"Yuta, I gotta ask, who hurt you?" Shippo throws an arm around Yuta's shoulders. "Like, why do you look like some demon ate your parents in front of you as a child?"

"You eat humans?" Yuta's eyes twitch.

He eats humans, but not in the way Yuta and the others are thinking. "Nah, can't say I've ever thought to eat them." Shippo presses his nose closer to Yuta's cheek. He sniffs. "You smell funny. Like you are steeped in curses. You a curse fucker?"

"Shippo!" the trio shouts, scandalized.

Shippo blinks and pulls away from Yuta. Sigh, he needs to hurry up and bring Satoru back home. These kids are so damn boring.

"Yuji, what is that around your neck?" Yuta changes the subject. "And Megumi, we can all head out and look for Tsumiki. Though it may be better for Yuji to lie low for a bit since you are supposed to be dead and all."

"Right," Yuji says after a moment. "This is some necklace Kagome-san put on me to keep Sukuna even more in check. It sent him to the ground."

"It only works for Kagome. Don't bother trying to use it yourselves," Shippo quips, inspecting his claws. "And Yuji is coming with us. I'm keeping an eye on all of you." He conjures a sheet of paper with markings on it. "We'll have to return here for Ah Un after we find Tsumiki."

He glances at the paper and then conjures more. Enough for all of them. "This won't hurt ya." It's the only warning he gives them before slapping the papers on each of their foreheads. Smoke emerges from where they were standing, and left are the bodies of weasels.

"Ah! What the heck did you do to us?" Nobara exclaims, but it sounds like a series of squeaks. Her brown fur puffs up in anger.

Shippo laughs, scooping them up in his arms. "This is way more fun."

"This is awful," Megumi grumbles.

"Are you sure he is on our side?" Yuta questions.

"Be nice before I feed you all to Ah Un," Shippo quips, sniffing the air. "Where would Tsumiki be if she isn't here or at the house?"

"We have an apartment a couple blocks from here."

"Wonderful, we will start there. And if you guys behave yourselves, I might turn you back."

Their groans draw out a chortle from Shippo's throat. Poor, naïve kids these days. All they have to do is remove the paper from their foreheads. Not that he'll tell them that. This is way more fun.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome higurashi #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen

[ariawen]

First Contact

Alright, my first Tumblr writing! This is a Transformers AU fic incorporating elements from the lovely @skoff-the-artist who has given me permission to use ideas for the Cybertronians from her AU. I love what she's done and her art is so good, go give it a look! I'm also tossing in some ideas of my own, hope you like them! Characters: Orion Payne/Optimus Prime: The kind, heroic, and brilliant leader of the Autobots. Attempts to maintain a human civilian life to understand humans better. Bonded to a semi truck.

Celeste Asteria/Starlight: OC of mine. Human, but somehow gained the ability to project and manipulate energy. Projects a low-level energy field that can be detected by Cybertronians. Compassionate and sweet, but also determined.

Here we go!

Orion sighed, going over the data he'd received from Bumblebee's last scouting report. A strange energy field had been detected, coming from a human woman. She'd been oblivious to Bumblebee following her, thank the stars; he wasn't sure how she would have reacted to being followed by a cyborg who spoke in beeps. The energy of the woman had been similar to that found in some stars... it was strange to him.

Celeste opened the door to Sweetcourse Café, taking in the scent of baked goods. She loved this little place: it was off the main road of Icosa City, hidden away. She smiled at the clerk, Tyler, who nodded at her in greeting, his green eyes shining with familiarity.

"Hey, Cel," Tyler said as Celeste came up to the counter, brushing a strand of her long golden hair out of her face. "The usual? Hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate syrup?"

"You know me so well," Celeste replied with a smile, her azure eyes shining as well. She looked through the pastel-colored café, spotting a few people sitting at the booths, more at the tables, and one man with blue hair in a red shirt and black leggings sitting alone at a table in the back, poring over something on a laptop. "Who's that?" Celeste asked, gesturing to the man.

Tyler glanced in Orion's direction. "Dunno. He didn't order anything, but he's not bothering anyone, so I let him be. Not my place to judge anyway."

"He seems stressed about something."

"Yeah. What, you wanna say hi?" Tyler asked with a playful smirk. Celeste rolled her eyes, then flipped her hair.

"I mean... I guess he won't mind." Celeste eyed Orion. "Call me when my order's ready?"

"You betcha."

Celeste made her way over, tapping her knuckles on the light blue table Orion had been sitting at. He looked up, spotting the human woman in a blue shirt and black leggings, a blue messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey," she said, her tone warm and welcoming. "I noticed you seemed stressed about something; want to talk about it?"

"What?" Orion glanced from his laptop to Celeste. "Oh. Yeah. I suppose so."

"Mind if I sit, then?" Celeste inquired. Orion gave her a quick nod, and so Celeste slid into the chair across from him. "So, is it work that's got your pretty face all scrunched up?"

"I'm sorry?" Orion raised an eyebrow, to which Celeste smiled and laughed, then set a fair-skinned hand on the table.

"You have a pretty face." Celeste gestured with her other hand. "Interesting eyes, too. What's with the black sclera?"

Oh, scrap.

"I, uh- it's-" Orion stammered, trying desperately to think of an explanation. Humans weren't entirely aware of the Cybertronians yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. "Eye contacts?"

"That sounded more like a question than an actual answer." Celeste leaned back in the chair, setting her hands behind her head. "What?" she asked when she noticed Orion's quizzical expression. "Something on my face?"

"No, it's-" Orion stopped himself, trying once again to look for a sensible answer. This human was emitting the exact same energy readings that Bumblebee had sent in. She had to be the same woman. "Nothing."

"Alright." Celeste smiled again. "I'm Celeste, by the way. Celeste Asteria." She moved her hands from behind her head and leaned forward, extending her left hand to shake. Orion took it. They both noticed the other had a strong grip.

"Orion Payne."

"A pleasure, Orion."

"Do you always introduce yourself to strangers by sidling up and flirting?" Orion inquired, to which Celeste laughed again.

"Not usually. You're a special case," she teased, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

"Cel! Your hot choco's ready!" Tyler called across the café.

"Be right there, Ty!" Celeste called back, getting up from her seat. "Until next time, Orion." She sashayed over to the counter, leaving a very intrigued Cybertronian behind.

#TFHAU #optimus prime #transformers oc #transformers fanfiction #maccadam

[thewriteflame]

15 Questions

Thank you @druidx for tagging me!

Open tag but also tagging: @emelkae @rayewritesfantasy @moonscribbler @moonandris

Here is the one I did for Jayme, today I will do his roommate, Takashti Clayson. Again I will basing the answers from around the start of And They Were Roommates.

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After my interview with Jayme I decided to interview his roommate. He was far more difficult to get in touch with but after several attempts of talking with him and a plea from Jayme I found myself sitting in the same empty classroom, this time facing the infamous Whovian artist who had showed up before our scheduled time.

His light honey eyes seem to be in a perpetual state of annoyance, which does little to detract from a handsome face partially framed by a few strands of stray medium brown hair that has escaped his ponytail.

"Well, let's just get this over with." He tells me, gesturing to my recorder and notebook.

Are you named after anyone? 

Takashti looks taken back for a moment before recovering. "Uh, I don't know. My aunt never told me anything about how I got my name."

When was the last time you cried? 

He laughs. "Why would anyone want to know that about someone?"

Do you have kids? 

"Recently I feel I've had one thrust on me by the school system but I'm managing." He responds, jokingly. At least I think it's a joke.

Do you use sarcasm? 

"Only about a hundred times a day."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Huh," Takashti thinks for a few moments. "Honestly, I don't really give it much thought beyond if they annoy me or not."

What’s your eye color?

"Brown," He says, gesturing as if it was the dumbest question ever asked.

Scary movies or happy endings?

"I'm fine with scary movies. I don't really care how it ends as long as the story is good." He suddenly sits forward a little as if to share a secret. "Actually, I have a soft spot for scary media, especially if it has weeping angels. Plus I've realized that they keep tha- uh, Jayme away so I can get some peace and quiet for once."

Any special talents?

"Mostly drawing, painting, and sarcasm. I have yet to master the art of getting out of social obligations."

Where were you born?

Again Takashti is taken back. "Uh, I'm not sure. Somewhere in California, I think." He mutters under his breath, "I could have been born on Mars and no one would bother to tell me."

What are your hobbies?

"Art- namely drawing and painting, reading, watching sci-fi shows, you know." He points to his bag at his feet that has a TARDIS and little robot dog painted on the flap. The rest of it has various muted- and dare I say ugly- colored stripes, making it seem to have come out of the 70s. "I've made and sold several custom bags based on the different Doctors. I made this one based on the Fourth."

Have you any pets?

He chuckles before answering, "Jayme is a little like a dog that followed me home and won't leave."

What sports do you play/have played?

"Archery is fun and I was third in the school fencing team." He shrugs. "I could have been higher but I really only took it to keep Anna from annoying me with her insistence that I join some clubs and have an actual social life." "Anna? Is she your aunt?" I ask him. "Uh, no... she sort of adopted me." He avoids looking in my direction as he answers as if expecting each word to trigger an anvil to fall on him so I decide to move on.

How tall are you?

"Six foot, two inches, that's 185cm for every non-American." He responds, his relief to be on a different topic evident as his body relaxes a little.

Favorite subject in school?

"This probably won't be a surprise but science, especially physics. I also enjoy English, world history, and- of course- all the art classes. Math isn't too bad, either, now that I'm thinking about it." He pauses for a second, his ears reddening as he sheepishly smile. "I guess I'm just a school junkie."

Dream job?

Takashti squints as he thinks. "I'm not entirely sure." He shrugs. "I like learning and painting so anything that lets me do both."

#tag games #wip: atwr #atwr intros #oc: takashti #15 questions

[bunch-of-kalosians]

So, uh. Serena and Shauna came to me, wanting to put together a blog here on Rotomblr for the three of us.

I thought, "hey, what the hell?" and, well, here we are.

My (Calem's) stuff will be in blue, Serena's in red, and Shauna's in pink. We'll also put our names in before our stuff, like I did at the top of this post, for our colorblind friends, and to improve readability more generally as well.

Like this:

Calem: Hi there, hello.

Starting that... now.

Calem: Feel free to ask us questions or chime in on posts! We're open to (almost) anything. Within reason, of course :)

Also, Pelipper mail is open. Feel free to send us stuff! We do have a little bit of a screening process though, so, uh- nothing that could actually hurt us lol

(// in character justification for me shutting down asks and mail that make me uncomfy)

// Rules and extra notes are below the cut.

OOC from here on:

A multimuse blog for various Pokémon characters, written by @sierra0451. Will not always be active, but will try to be consistently active. No promises, though. I do this for fun—nothing less, nothing more.

Semi-selective, independent blog. Adult mun, uses she/her pronouns. Please be mindful, mun is autistic! Tags are below.

Current characters

Calem

20 y/o, he/him

Engaged to Serena

Team: https://pokepast.es/6c262e3ca1216e86

Serena

20 y/o, she/her

Engaged to Calem

Team: https://pokepast.es/4a903c4c6c984233

Shauna

19 y/o, she/her

Team: https://pokepast.es/19b14389f77fe140

Rules

DNI if bigoted, proship, lewd, or drama-oriented. If your first response to seeing the word "bigot" is to whine about how "everyone is such a snowflake these days", you're probably the kind of person I'm talking about.

Unless we're close (you'll know if we are), ask before sending me a DM! Sending asks is fine from anyone (as long as you don't fulfill the DNI criteria) though

Asks

Anyone (including non-RP accounts) is welcome to leave an ask, as long as you wouldn't fall under the DNI criteria.

Asks must be SFW. Swearing, violence references (though no real-world tragedies obvs), and such are fine (though I will tag those things if I answer), but sexual stuff is not.

Warning in advance: I will be slow to answer! Please be a bit patient with me, though if your ask goes, like, a week without getting a response, feel free to message me! Don't pester me though, that'll just get you blocked.

If you're throwing an ask game at me, please include the question in the ask (if it's, like, a lettered or numbered one) and specify who you're asking.

Another for ask games: if it has to do with interactions or thoughts on a character or anything, please don't send one in if I don't know you or your character(s). It won't get much of an answer, if any.

Pelipper Mail

I'll take mostly anything! Just be reasonable about it, to be honest. (Really, just no NSFW.)

Though I do reserve the right to not take a certain ask if I'm uncomfortable with it.

RP

No godmodding. I control my characters, you control yours. Don't force relationships, especially not with characters I've already established are in relationships!

AU, OC, crossover, multiverse, and double friendly :>

Notes

This is very much a Kalosshipping (Calem x Serena) blog! Mostly fluff and maybe some angst, nothing crazy ("crazy" meaning stuff that shouldn't be happening between two canonical minors)

Discussion of serious topics will happen here from time to time! These include things like loss of a parent, PTSD, existential crises (occasionally), and abandonment issues. I'll be sure to tag appropriately when those do come up though.

Please let me know if I'm following someone problematic or if I make you uncomfortable!

If there's something you're uncomfortable with and you'd like me to tag it, please let me know! The last thing I want is to make people uncomfortable :) (i.e. all of my posts are ask to tag, along with the tags already present)

With all that out of the way, feel free to shoot an ask! I'll try and get around to answering it when I can (if, ofc, I'm comfortable doing so-)

#sierra ooc #pkmn rp #pkmn irl #rotomblr #rp tags: #calem speaking #serena speaking #shauna speaking #calem reblogging #serena reblogging #shauna reblogging #calem responding #serena responding #shauna responding

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Apparences trompeuses

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cw: Rukia is reader san's friend, reader san falls into a trap, Byakuya has sweet tooth and short temper 😯 (slight ooc here because he swears, drunk he is a 180 of his usual self, hella bold “ who is this guy?” and has a modified tongue 😜), reader wants Byakuya but won't admit(mtchew 🙄🤣 girl you're doing too much ) marking, Byakuya is going to let her know what she does to him and she is not ready✨ fingering, cunnilingus, sir kink, praise kink, pet names such as baby, honey and babe.

gist: You have never seen your manager angry so you're on a mission to witness this side of his…

cs: Finally simping for Byakuya insert emoji here what’s new still this doesn't change the fact that Kyoraku san has been hubby since day one 🤩🥰😊😍😘… what can I say I am greedy 🤭😝

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Such delicate traits. His long expert fingers wielding weapons. His voice echoes in your head. You also want to know how he would sound moaning your name.

As much as you want to deny it, you want him to ruin you but it makes you wonder… is there anything that can make him snap out of his stoic nature. Well, maybe you have to ask his sister Rukia. She knows him better than anyone else.

“Hey girl!”

“Hi girl, long time no see.”

“What’s the tea today?”

“It’s about your brother.”

“Okay. Ask me anything, I’ll deliver.”

“Does he ever get angry?”

“Uh,” she ponders on that question for a bit before answering “not that I know of”

“Really?” you deadpan

“Why?” 

“I thought he would.”

“Well, I’ll just ask him.”

Rukia messages her brother and he replies right away and she lets you see the message. You finally know what angers him people that do not keep their promises. Well, you have to try this on him at least once because yes karma will get you but you will see him angry.

You promised your manager that you would drop some red velvet cupcakes at his place but you actually gave him the wrong day on purpose. And that resulted in your phone getting so many calls you thought that would not stop. He left a voicemail too where you hear him swear for quite some time, hehe maybe you have to make him angry more often.

You had them with you but you decided to deliver them yourself without telling him anything. It didn’t take you long to get to his place by car, a twenty minute car ride. 

You ring his doorbell and you find him in grey sweatpants visibly drunk and you smile because that’s what you can do for this moment. He lets you in, his dick print is prominent too, anyways you better get out of here before your mind plays tricks on you. Having sex with your manager is not part of this week's schedule, it can really mess things up. As you put down the box of sweets you tell him 

“I’m sorry, I mixed up the date for this delivery with something else that won't happen again!”

He closes the distance so fast that just as you try to escape he puts you on the kitchen isle and says while gazing into your soul

“Of course it won’t, honey. Do you know how long I have been waiting to have you like this?”

He caresses your cheek, takes your hand and kisses it. His eyes never do leave yours. At this rate, he is going to eat you alive. You have to escape but you can’t help and feel pulled towards him. There is a large divergence between the one you interact with everyday at work and this version before you is raw, thrilling and you have to explore it.

“How long?”

“From the first day you became my subordinate”

He leaves open mouthed kisses on your neck, bites your collar, sucks on your neck juncture and continues his monologue.

“Those skirts that perfectly hug your behind always had me with a hard on for the first few weeks”

“When you leaned down on my desk to ask for help because you didn’t understand something about the club rules and your tits were on my face” he laughs “you gave me a hard time”

“But, I still think the worst one was for the inauguration of the new club in the other city and you came with a body con dress that absolutely had me starstruck. I couldn’t move and I was as red as a tomato. My sister thought my allergies were getting the best of me in spring.”

“It’s only now that you are brave enough to tell me all this”

“Don’t get insolent on me now, this can only get better. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lay down for me babe, I’ll give you the night of your life”

He takes off your heels and your undies. He kisses all the way from your feet up to your genitals and when he breathes over it, your clit throbs with excitement. He doesn’t dive in yet, he uses his fingers first. He accumulates a good amount of leaking slick and spreads your puffy labia majora to expose your bead. He uses his thumb at first, drawing slow circles on your delicate flesh. His eyes are steadily watching your chest rise and fall. Beautiful cries quit your mouth and how your hips respond to his touch. He decides to ditch his thumb and put his mouth on your glistening sex. He has to taste it. 

The first lick you feel on your pearl is odd, you know there is something off about his tongue. You’ll figure it out later. Now, he is feasting on you so just enjoy the moment. It feels so good, too good to be true you think. He stops his current task to let you know 

“Your nectar is divine. I don’t think I am letting you go before I give you at least six orgasms on my tongue, so let’s get to work sweetie!”

That peculiar mouth muscle. He knows what he is doing but at the same time he tends to prolong your build up to reach climax. What a cheeky bastard you’ve got. He adds his middle finger alongside his ring finger and starts pumping your vagina gradually. Gosh, if this is heaven then you don’t want it to end. To be sprawled on your manager’s kitchen aisle, getting eaten out by him and he is holding your hand??! Your poor heart cannot handle all of this so you try to muffle your moans as much as you can and this doesn’t go unnoticed so he stops. He pulls his fingers out of your vagina, lifts his mouth off of your clit and there you see it. Do you say it or not? 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I didn’t say anything” You get up from lying on your back.

“I know. There’s the problem. If I cannot hear that I am making you feel good I will stop whatever I am doing. Is that clear?”

“Yep”

“That’s not how you’re meant to reply”

Ah, he’s back. That dude from work, huh!

“Yes sir”

“Much better. Also, do not quiet down your moans. You have a lovely voice and I love to hear it.”

“Can I see it”

“See…” He knows what you mean but he wants you to say it

“Your…” unintelligible sound

“I didn’t catch that honey so tell me what you would like to see”

Why is he doing this? Can’t he just show it to you without making you say it like excuse me? The Nerve!?

“Can you show me your tongue, please”

“See you can do this, my baby is so polite”

Yes, he has a forked tongue

“Satisfied with what your eyes witness”

“Yes sir”

“Good girl”

Part 20 of Pride series

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