#you'll make my departed soul very happy

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

It's that time of year again. Turning another year older means age is just a number, right? I'm not doing anything crazy today (sadly I'm working rn), but hopefully I can enjoy the rest of the evening and make it into a birthday weekend, as long as RL cooperates. It could certainly be a better year for me, but I'm grateful with what I have. Since fandom has helped me a lot throughout the years, blessed me with some of amazing friends and made me who I am today, I thought I'd give back and do something simple and slightly different for this year's birthday fic rec list. Some of you follow me for Harry Potter, Teen Wolf or both (or maybe you just appreciate my dry humour, sarcasm and shenanigans, IDK). And so, here's are 14 multi-fandom and multi-ship fics that I like rereading on repeat because they're made of awesomeness. There's Drarry, Perciver, Wolfstar + rarepairs and Sterek, with the occasional dash of hurt/comfort and angst I love so very much. As always, please give these authors some love by leaving kudos and/or comments!

Maybe you'll find a new fic to add to your TBR (or ship/dynamic you want to explore more of). Check out last year's rec list for your HP fix (lol, get it?). Cheers, and happy reading!

HP- Drarry

🎉 And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (E, 26.5k)- Romance, Comfort, Coming Out, Case, Case Fic, Drama, Epistolary, flangst, Auror Fic, Animals, Drama/Light Comedy, Owls, Magic

Draco breeds owls, Harry's an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.

🎉 Bound To You by agentmoppet | @agentmoppet (E, 28.1k )- Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Cartographer Harry Potter, unusual careers, lots of sass, Mild Angst, Pining, Slow Burn

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

🎉 you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, 20.7k)- AU - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Red String of Fate, Heavy Angst, Terminal Illnesses, Major Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

HP- Perciver & Rarepairs

🎉 A Journey Home by edelweissmar (Perciver, T, 28k)- Post-War, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Falling In Love, Weasley Family, Family Drama, Cute Kids, Fluff and Angst

Almost ten years after the war ended, Percy Weasley is Head of the Department of Magical Transportation and buries himself in work. It is the only way he knows to forget for a while about the mistakes he made, the family he failed, the brother he lost. Oliver Wood, once the promising keeper of the Puddlemere United, had his hand badly injured in the Battle of Hogwarts, and could never play professionaly again. But if there is one thing Oliver doesn't do, it is giving up. (Or, in which Oliver performs illegal magic on his broom and Percy, instead of having him arrested, falls in love)

🎉 Still Standing by eleventy7 | @tinyhistory (Perciver, G, 16k)- Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Isle of Skye, Scotland, Witness Protection, War-related PTSD

After the war, Percy testifies against his corrupted Ministry colleagues and is sent to the Scottish lowlands to live under the protection of a witness security program.

🎉 What Keeps the Stars Apart by MangoMartini (Perciver, E, 8k)- First Time, Blow Jobs, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon

Percy Weasley attends his brother George's wedding, even though he has doubts as to if he's really wanted there. The night takes a turn from bad to worse to surprisingly better when he runs into his old best friend, Oliver Wood, whom he hasn't spoken to in five years.

🎉 that's all i'm asking. by Idnis | @idnis (Deamus, T, 20.3k)- Angst, Kissing, Spin the Bottle, Pining, Emotional Hurt, 6th and 7th year, Wizarding Wars

‘No,’ Seamus replied in a hurry. ‘No, it’s not. Come on. When’s the last time we played something stupid like spin the bottle or seven minutes?’ ‘Really?’ Hermione said. ‘That’s what you want to play?’

🎉 Fire On Fire by WolfstarGarden (Wolfstar, E, 11.3k)- AU - Modern Setting, AU - Ballet, AU - Non-Magical, Ballet, Smut, Rimming, Anal Sex, Control Issues, Social Anxiety, Desire, LGBTQ Themes, Comfort, Crushes, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Pining, Romance, Dancing, Bottoming, Feelings, Light Angst, Remus Lupin & James Potter Friendship

Sirius’ frown deepened. After a moment he murmured in a low voice, “I don’t understand you at all, Remus Lupin. Oh, but I would so very like to.” A flush crawled boiling heat up Remus’ neck as he fumbled for an answer. “Goodness Sirius ... I’m no one special.” Sirius’ gaze didn’t waver. He said simply, “I think you could be very special to me.”

🎉 quite like us by alarainai | @alarainai (Jegulus, T, 67.3k)- AU- Modern Setting, Texting, Wrong Number AU, Background Wolfstar

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers. [18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts. [18:16] What’s a Padfoot? [18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot? [18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

🎉 Leathers and Lace by doshu | @vdoshu (Flintwood, E, 7.7k)- POV Marcus, Post-Hogwarts, Professional Quidditch, Injury Recovery, anger issues, Toxic Masculinity from side characters, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, St Mungo's Hospital

Things were much less complicated when Wood played for a different team. “Fuckin’ twat,” Marcus mutters, glaring at his teammate. Wood can’t hear him, but it still feels good to say the words. He wishes he could punch the git but knows that doing so here, at St Mungo’s, when the Keeper’s out cold and there’s a Healer standing hardly three feet away, wouldn’t be one of his finest moments. No. He’ll wait until Wood’s released, and they’re back on the pitch. Not even on the pitch—the second they run into each other in the change rooms he’ll get Marcus’s fist in his stupid face.

Teen Wolf- Sterek

🎉 it took new york to make me a cowboy by piratetattoos (M, 15.2k)- Post-Season/Series 03, AU - Canon Divergence, Derek Hale Leaves Beacon Hills, New York City, Recovery, Trauma, Writer Derek Hale, Photographer Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Healing, Slow Burn, Postcards, Vonnegut References, Long-Distance Relationship, (kind of), Poetry, Identity Porn, AU - Writing & Publishing, Photography, First Kiss, Getting Together, Inevitability, Happy Ending

After Beacon Hills, Derek heads back to New York. He doesn’t look back, lest he be turned into a pillar of salt. He leaves it all behind, a monument, a tomb, a thousand fuck ups and betrayals left to gather dust and slowly rot away to nothing. He read somewhere once, that time is cyclical, that the universe repeats over and over, and that he will be reborn and make the exact same mistakes over and over again, helpless to change anything. He thinks Stiles told him about a Vonnegut novel like that once. He doesn’t think about Stiles. (or: Derek leaves Beacon Hills, finds himself, and waits for Stiles to find him.)

🎉 Don't Talk About the Bachelor Party by snarkatthemoon | @snarkatthemoon (E, 29.5k)- AU - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Scott is a Good Friend, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Pining, Angst, Fluff, Weddings, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Emotional Constipation, Drunken Shenanigans, Getting Together, Sex, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things

“Hey look, I kinda need to run something by you,” Scott starts, sounding sheepish, “You know how I said the venue only has eight rooms?” Stiles ‘hmm’s’ absentmindedly, half-distracted by his work phone that’s pinging with emails. “Well, my Dad has decided he wants to stay the night of the wedding now, so we’ve had to make a few changes to the sleeping arrangements.” Stiles groans, throwing his work phone across the bed. He has a feeling he knows where this is going and he knows that Scott knows he’s got him backed into a corner. “Really, Stiles, we couldn’t figure out how to do it another way, and I know it’s not exactly the best timing in the world—” “Just come out with it, Scott.” “We need you to share a room with Derek.” Or, the one where Stiles tries to deny that he's emotionally constipated, there's a wedding, and no one will shut up about what happened at Scott's fucking Bachelor Party.

🎉 Hale of Heart by Nahara (E, 23k)- AU - Future, Future Fic, Witches, Falling In Love, Emissary in Training, Stiles Stilinski, Bad Poetry, First Time, Blow Jobs, OCs, Jealous Stiles, Derek Feels, Derek Hale Has a Heart

Derek’s heart is cursed into a jar (because why the hell not? this is Beacon Hills) and Stiles is an Emissary (in training) who finds himself heart-sitting for Derek. Stiles would like to make it clear that while yes, Derek did give him his heart, he obviously didn’t mean it like that, so stop making those faces, guys.

🎉 Loving You (Losing You) by whentheywrite (T, 11.9k)- AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, oblivious idiots, Curses, Pixies, Canon-Typical Violence, Monster of the Week, BAMF Stiles, Protective Derek, Idiots in Love, Memory Loss, Mind Manipulation, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Scott McCall is a puppy, The Pack Being Idiots, slight angst, Crack, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor

Derek is cursed to lose what he loves, the pack doesn't know how to react, and Stiles is concerned. Rightfully so, since nothing seems to happen. And then everything goes wrong.

#drarry #sterek #perciver #wolfstar #deamus #flintwood #jegulus #hp fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #fic recs #rec lists #multi fandom #multiship #happy birthday #sugareey #sugareey recs things

[merbyteslibrary]

Heaven Sent : Chapter 3 | Hellfire and Brimstone

Trigger Warning | Sexual Situations, Gore, Abuse, Foul Language.

Ralph gawked and the other girls – who had been watching the interaction this whole time – reached for my envelope begging to see what it really said and berating me in the meantime.

"Everyone knows humans can't get jobs like that."

"Who did you have to sleep with to get that position?"

Ralph slammed his hands on the bar, "All of you shut the hell up and clock out for the night!" He rubbed the back of his neck- still looking rather irritated. "As a celebration you'll all get three souls for the night."

The girls hurried to leave; cutting me in line till I was stuck at the very end.

Ralph closed his hand around my three souls – I wasn't too surprised, of course he would want to cut my pay.

"I'm proud of you, kid."

I met his yellow eyes; did he just say what I think he said?

"I remember just after I got this place built, you were –what? Sixteen?"

"Yeah, I would have been a junior in high school."

"Sure, sure – whatever that means to you." He waved his hand around, "Couldn't go one night without hearing you cry in the bathroom, for fucks sake I wished you would have just shut the hell up!" Ralph scratched the back of his head. "And then the day it all stopped, I hated it even more."

"Why?"

He fiddled with the souls in his palm for a moment, before finally dropping them into my hand and gently taking hold of it. "Because that meant somewhere inside you, you cut off those feelings. And I don't just mean the sad, but I also mean the happy." He softly placed his other hand over mine, "If this is what it takes for you to get your happy back, then I'm proud of you kid, but you gotta promise me not to cut that part of you off anymore okay?" He cleared his throat and released my hand, rubbing one of his eyes. "Just ... Just fight for what makes you happy, alright?"

"Ralph..." I gave him a hug, "Just some advice, if you care about the girls here, then don't be so grabby."

"I'm a demon, you never did understand that." He chuckled.

*

I remembered hearing rumors about how clean the streets were in the business district, they looked freshly paved and the sidewalks are so well-maintained I didn't even need to be afraid of the undead trying to grab my ankles and drag me into hell.

I had even used some of my souls to buy a shirt and skirt from one of the demon-owned outlet stores, I can't say I've ever worn a pencil skirt before but I want to make a good impression.

That's saying something too, because looking at Hellfire and Brimstone in person was already having a rather intimidating impression on me. The building soared high enough to reach heaven itself, that or it was a regular sky scraper and I just haven't seen one intact in five years.

The lobby was bustling with demons, all carrying various papers, looking at their watches, sweating uncontrollably for some reason?

"You must be Bonnie Pembroke? I'm Dahlia the head of security; I'll be escorting you up to the top floor."

"What for?"

"You've been hired as Head Secretary to the leading contracting company worldwide, and as a mortal the demons here will want to sign your soul away just so they can take their department out to lunch. I'm here to make sure that does not happen."

"Couldn't I just tell them no?"

"You could, unless the offer was too good to pass up- and the demons here make some of the best." Dahlia pulled me by the elbow onto the elevator and hit floor sixty six. "If you want to have a long career here then don't sleep with any of these motherfuckers, don't eat any food you don't recognize in the fridge, and always have a hot pot of coffee on the warmer the entire time the boss is here."

"Got it." I dared a glance at Dahlia, she had her hair pulled into a high ponytail, she wore a pin stripped pantsuit, and a clear wire was poking out of one of her ears like she was secret service.

These demons must take their contracts seriously to have such tight security.

I looked at her face a bit harder, that's when I realized... "You're the demon that ripped my prom dress."

"What the fuck ever." She rolled her eyes, certain that I was lying, but I continued to watch her expression change in real time as realization struck. "You!" She pinned me against the elevator wall, "Don't breathe a word of what happened to you the night of the rapture- do you understand me?"

"I wasn't going to, it's just... H-how have you been, I guess?"

"Irrelevant." She straightened her suit and rolled her head back and forth.

"It's nice to see you're different from that night." I mumbled sarcastically.

"I could still do everything to you that I did to countless other people that night." Dahlia hissed through clenched teeth, "You're probably at least eighteen now right?"

"Twenty..."

She grinned as the doors opened to the sixty sixth floor, "Then maybe you should watch your back, Bonnie Pembroke, or I'll have you screaming my name on the boss's desk."

She placed her finger on the device in her ear to let them know we were exiting the elevator; the demons on the sixty sixth floor were much different than the bustling ground floor.

In fact they had two looks – fear or anger.

Their eyes watched me through the windows of their offices, some of their fingers tapping their desks in anticipation and others leaning on office doorframes – papers in hand.

Dahlia was right, if she wasn't here then these demons were already planning to offer me some too good to be true promise just to sell away my soul.

"We're entering the front office."

The sleek black doors opened to reveal a modern red and black office space, one desk sat off to the side – almost guarding the next set of black doors.

Standing beside the desk was a fairly put-together demon, navy blue suit and tie, black hair combed off to the side in a neat wave.

It made me smile just thinking about a demon standing in the bathroom for hours just to get his hair that perfect.

"There she is! Bonnie right? Can I call you Bon-Bon?"

"Sure, my old manager called me Bo Peep so that's actually-."

"Bo Peep! That is adorable and really fits the whole sweet lamb thing you have going on."

"I was going to say sacrificial lamb." Dahlia mumbled.

"Ha! Isn't she precious?" He shoved Dahlia away from me and draped an arm over my shoulders, "Now, when you meet the boss don't be intimidated – he can be kind of cranky ..." He rolled his eyes, "Just make sure to address him as your majesty and you'll do great."

"Crowley!" Dahlia snarled.

But he was already opening the next set of black doors.

I should have seen this coming from how my day has been going.

The devil himself stood before me, looking nothing like the day of the rapture.

His skin was a ghostly pale, a reddish-blonde five o-clock shadow growing over his chiseled jaw, he stood just as tall and broad as when he faced Gabriel, his blonde hair was trimmed uniformly along the sides of his head while the longer hairs at the top remained untamed, and dressing his muscular frame was a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows accompanied by black slacks.

The only thing that remained familiar from the day of the rapture was his bright red eyes, they failed to look away from the file he was reading through before we barged in.

"What is this?"

"Bonnie Pembroke, your new head secretary." Crowley nudged me with his elbow and gestured with his head to the devil.

I bowed deeply, "It's an honor your majesty."

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[dumblydork]

Dying Embers

Her hair swished wildly in the wind, as if it were leaves swaying from the onset of a cyclone- flowing down to her waist, head thrown back. Fiery red, just like the dying embers of what was formerly a warming furnace. He could hear her laughter, slow and melodic, almost as if it were empyrean. She was the love of Harry's entire being. The soul to his body, the mind to his brain. She turned around, and all Harry could glimpse was her mouth- full, and pulled into a large smile. Her eyes were a bright hazel, shining with happiness, as she ran towards Harry, fitting easily in his arms.

They had met at the ball thrown by his parents that summer, exactly so that their son could meet a suitable young woman to marry. Harry had been extremely bored with the festivities, instead wishing he were out practicing archery with his friend, Neville.

His eyes flew around the room, passing from and then returning to a young woman who had just entered the gala. She didn't seem familiar, and was chaperoned by who seemed to her brother, judging from their hair. Harry was mesmerised- her yellow dress floated around her as if it were made of the finest, lightest silk to exist, and her hair was pulled back elegantly, exposing the milky column of her neck. He walked towards the pair.

"Forgive my intrusion, but will the lovely lady here consider dancing the next waltz with me?" Harry bowed slightly, his hand pulled tightly at his back.

The girl eyed him shyly as his brother did a more open appraisal. "We would like to first make your acquaintance, sir." He finally spoke.

"Of course, forgive me. I am Lord Harry Potter, Viscount of Little Whinging." He said, an automatic confidence seeping into his voice, one which only came from being the son of a duke.

"Forgive me, my Lord, I did not know. I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my younger sister, Ginevra Weasley. Our father is the Baron Weasley of Burrows." The pair bowed deeply, something which made Harry slightly uncomfortable.

"Please, I take no offense. It is my pleasure to make an acquaintance of Lord Weasley's children. He is my father's close friend. My question, however, to Lady Ginevra here remains unanswered." Harry steered the topic back to more important things from mere formalities.

"Of course, my lord." Ginevra said softly, placing her hand in Harry's outstretched one. As they walked towards the center of the floor, Harry's eyes met the identical ones of his mother, who stood to the side, flashing her son a soft smile.

"I adore you. And so does every thread of my existence, until my breath ceases." Harry spoke, bringing himself back from the night at the ball.

"I simply reciprocate, my Lord. And shall do so until death pull us part." She spoke softly, meeting Harry's lips with her own.

At the brink of twilight, a day before their wedding, the two of them wove their lives together, sealed by golden vows.

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"Harry? Get on up, it's time to go!" His mother, Lily's voice flitted through the room, and sunlight poured inside as well, casting a bright glow all over. Harry sat up in bed, stretching excessively, getting rid of the multitude of pulls and pains he seemed to acquire over the night.

His parents swore he did not sleepwalk and fall down the stairs.

"Harry, honey, come on. You'll be late for uni otherwise." His mother peeked inside, her reddish brown hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head, green eyes shining with motherly affection. Seeing his mother's hair, Harry was reminded of his dream- recurring dream, he should say. Even though it was simply a few minutes old, seeing the 'girl' in his dream, he felt as if it were quite some lifetimes ago.

He had been dreaming of a girl quite frequently lately, and not in the lewd way his best friend Ron seemed intent on. Harry would always simply spot her hair, the curve of her waist and as soon as she turned around, he would be jolted awake.

When he was a child, his mother used to tell him tales in which princesses would dream of faceless men, a golden bond tying the two people together. The faceless person you dreamt about was whom you shared your golden thread of life with. But those were just fantasy- woven to make a dull reality exciting. At least now, at the age of 19, was what Harry believed. He hopped out of bed, and walked off into the bathroom, getting started on his morning routine. It was half past eight when he went downstairs, his first class of the morning at 9:15. His father, James, was stood in front of the kettle, pouring himself a cup of his morning Earl Grey, and his mother was setting down the plate of pancakes on the table.

"Breakfast?" She asked, sitting down, his dad joining her to the left. "Morning Haz." His father grinned lopsidedly, a grin much like Harry's own, glasses steaming up from the hot mug. Harry recited a greeting in return and was about to refuse breakfast on the account of well, running late, when the smell of butter floated up to him and he found himself seated in front of his parents.

"Did you get sore again?" Lily asked, concern lacing her low voice.

"Yeah. I just don't seem to know how." Harry noted, voice muffled from a mouth full of pancakes.

"Slow down, you'll choke." She admonished lightly, shooting James an exasperated look when he snickered a low 'That's what she said' into his morning Daily Prophet.

"He probably needs a new mattress. Let's get one on the weekend." His mother said, earning an affirmative hum from James who was busy with his newspaper.

"I'll get going now. Bye mum, bye dad. See you in the evening." He spoke after having had his share of pancakes and a chat with his mum. He bent down for the customary top-of-the-head kiss from his mother, something she had been doing since Harry started school. And although he wouldn't admit it, he adored this little sentiment. His dad shot him another grin as he walked out of the door, putting in his earphones.

Fortunately for him, the university campus was quite a short bus ride away. However, he still found himself running across the campus from the bus stop to his lecture theatre- he forgot to factor in the fact that the hall today was all on the opposite end of campus.

"Shit," He glanced at his phone, currently glowing 9:21. It was Professor Binns' lecture, and he wasn't too fond of latecomers. Harry counted on his excellent grade in the module, hoping that would pull him through. As he ran across, his peripheral vision noted a mane of red momentarily, but before Harry could turn around and see, he was already in front of the class, digging through the bag for his ID card.

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"How is it that Binns' lectures keep getting worse through the term?" Ron, the aforementioned best friend groaned.

"Because your attention dwindles further as term moves on." Hermione, the other best friend noted. Harry grinned between the two of them. They were so in love, those oblivious idiots.

Binns' was the only class the three of them took together, and Ron departed for his Victorian Literature module. Harry and Hermione walked to the open amphitheatre, choosing to spend their free half hour which coincided together.

"Oh right. My friend from school is joining today, I was supposed to go show her around. Fancy coming?" Hermione spoke, eyes focused on her text messages. "Sure, I have the rest of the morning free." Harry pursed his lips. Hermione simply nodded and they set off across the campus again after the brief interlude at the theatre.

"Your friend is from school?" Harry asked.

"Yeah- she's a year younger but we were quite close when I was in year 12." She replied, eyes scanning the crowd at in front of the Lifesciences Lab, which was one of the main buildings on campus. "Who are we looking for again?" He imitated the search.

"Redhead, shorter than you." Hermione did not look up from the hoard of people, before her mouth set into a wide grin.

"Ginny! Here!" Hermione waved her arms around, jumping up and down in tandem. Harry couldn't see who Hermione was waving to, but the crowd was being roughly pushed aside as someone made their way towards the pair.

"Hermione! So good to see you!" The woman said, grabbing the older girl into a tight hug and letting go, placing the three of them in a triangular formation.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot to come see you." Hermione said somewhat sheepishly, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring- no, gaping at the newcomer. Her hair was the exact shade of red as the girl in Harry's dream, and it cascaded down her back in a half up half down style. Her waist was encased in a light yellow sundress, complimenting her red hair. All in all, she was beautiful. Not because of her hair or slender figure, but also because of how her eyes shone as she spoke to Hermione.

"Have I seen you before?" Tumbled out of Harry's mouth before he could stop (or reason), and a pair of bright hazel eyes bore into his own moss green, before glittering again. Ginny simply smiled.

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And here it is, another AU! I definitely did not plan for this to be a multiple lifetime AU, but Regency!Hinny seemed too good to pass up on. I apologise for what is probably a very poorly written Regency era conversation, my knowledge of it is simply from Bridgerton and Google haha. I decided to keep the end open, just so that you guys can envision your own romance for them! Also, can I just say how I loved writing Lily and James?? It's their little debut in my one-shots yay!

Also, you can find my Ao3 here, where I post quite fluffy Wolfstar one-shots, if that's your thing!

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[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 11: "Protect the Coven"

Why I had to leave Paris, the jewel of civilization, return to this shit hole, I'll never understand.

They have no inner light.

They have no intellect to engage with.

I fear my restless mind will become feeble.

I need inspiration.

I hear crochet is popular in New Orleans.

Do I have to bother with this thing?

Do I have to kill it?

Please don't make me.

Give me that cleaver.

How hard can it be to chop the head off a chicken?

I'm hurt bad.

Should I run and find a doctor?

We want to stop that blood.

I think I'm going to like it here.

What can be done?

Bitch, you left me for dead.

Oh, get your ass over here.

That's for dismembering me.

The most important thing is that you're safe.

None of us are safe!

I've been suffering the tortures of the damned.

I'm not taking another step!

I suppose I was an unhappy child.

I kept to myself, communing with rodents and small animals.

No one thought I'd amount to much, but I surprised them all.

I married well.

My lavish soirées became a coveted invitation.

It goes perfectly with the wine.

How the mighty have fallen does not begin to describe my torment.

I've been giving plenty thought to how I'm gonna deal with you.

Thinking this time, I'll finish what I started.

Stick that head of yours in a construction site shit hole.

You seem half mad, dear.

I think this could amplify it.

Ah, figs, ah, figs, Mother Nature's brown diamonds.

Figgy pudding cures the blues and banishes acne.

Lately, I've been asking myself just what was it that fed my soul back then.

I just... developed a scientific fascination for their... their body parts and their... their organs... and their cries of agony.

Oh, what have we here, a romantic bubble bath?

Don't you care at all?

So it wouldn't bother you if I got on my knee pads and blew him, right here, right now.

You're a peach.

You think you can just throw me away for some junior varsity mall rat?

He's not your slave.

God, you're such a brat!

What is all that racket?!

You are the worst kind of Hollywood cliché

You're a dried-up old Hot Pocket, but I don't judge.

You can't speak to me that way-- I am your elder.

Crotchless panties for everyone.

Well, putting you together was fun but taking you apart's gonna be even more fun.

Ah, go slow with that.

I want to take you there.

We'll spend out the rest of our days drinking gin rickeys on this porch.

What's so funny?

Oh, imagine me a farm wife. Milking the cows.

Well, you've lived a big life.

You went everywhere, you've met everyone, you've done everything that your stormy little heart desired.

But you were never ever truly happy, huh?

We could live like normal folk for a change.

Not very robust, were you?

Feel better?

I thought you'd run off.

One doesn't explain art.

I thought you were tongueless.

Are you saying you're dead?

I spent enough time in the grave to know a spirit when I encounter one.

I've been watching you.

A life without purpose is no life at all.

I thought I'd found my purpose. Or at least a hobby.

I think I just made a mess.

Guess who gets to clean it up.

You long for release.

I know how you can achieve it.

I've been cursed.

It's a violation of the natural order.

Why do you care?

The bitch is immortal.

Are you saying I can kill her?

I can provide you with the means. But you have to do something for me first.

It won't be cheap.

Dirty hippie can kiss my ass.

Things around here change fast, but damn.

You are a very strong and powerful young woman.

But how did you survive?

Turns out I got some new powers.

He shot you with this?

Not even a silver bullet can stop me.

Don't touch me.

My eyes are open.

You are just as weak as you've ever been.

Might want to take one long-ass vacation. Let somebody else run this joint for a while.

No enemies on the outside perhaps, but danger lurks within these blanched walls.

Everyone knows it.

I have no secrets.

I deserve better lies than that.

I just need a drink. Steady my nerves.

I've done what you asked.

You're sure this is the original gown?

There's a certificate of authenticity in there somewhere.

It's unsavory.

Now, before somebody notices that half the silver's gone missing, you give me what you promised me.

It's that powerful?

You'll be blinded by the sheer craftsmanship.

A sapphire and topaz harvester ant made for me by Joel Arthur Rosenthal, the Fabergé of our time.

Do you want me to wear it?

You could never pull it off, darling.

I want you to hock it in case of emergency.

I'm completely lost here.

I had a love like that once.

If you stay here, your life is in grave danger.

Run away together and start your life over.

How dare you be so unromantic and so very, very selfish.

Be ready for anything, but keep the dogs at bay.

This war, it's a thing of the past.

Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to rid the State Department of Communists.

This is the end.

God knows all the money in the world can't buy good taste.

Too much?

You got any last words?

To the beginning of a long, long friendship.

Only thing that could ruin this moment is to have to look at your fugly face.

I'll leave when I'm finished.

Stupid cow!

I'm not finished.

Your fate is sealed.

Oh, you stupid rube!

Damn you. Damn you!

The only thing I'm allergic to is you.

You were most likely to cooperate.

You have to finish packing.

I have these feelings inside that I can't... I can't control.

We're leaving, just like planned.

#rp memes #rp meme #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs #ahs coven

[sashank-kanchustambam]

Lack OF Context

I never honestly prayed before, but I always had this small belief that someone existed up there, someone who controlled us or at least could control us; that thought lead me to have my first conversation with GOD. I mean I did all the talking, I wouldn't know if he responded.

Anirudh texted me after a week. I'm surprised how he texts me even after I repeatedly ignore him. I mean.....I love him, I want to talk to him, I want to meet him, and I probably can but I choose not to because 12th grade is really crucial to get into med school and I can't afforde to get used to him right now (also if my parents get to know about him I'm dead). I reply to him occasionally ,though, and that makes me happy.

Me: “Dad! Hurry up”

Dad: “ I'm almost done Tanvi...get the keys from mom”

Me: “Can you please teach the concept of punctuality to your husband mom.....he gets me late for my classes every day”

Dad: “Go by yourself no ”

Me: “I would dad if you allowed me to take ubers”

Dad: “well you have a bicycle”

Mom: “ argument over! (throws the keys to dad) now leave”

Once we sat in the car the argument started off from exactly where it ended

Dad: “ Tanvi! What about the bicycle?”

Me: “ Dad! How in the world do you lose your common sense sometimes? I'll sweat my lungs out if I bicycle 8 kilometres every day.

Dad: Well, you'll sweat my pockets out if you do an uber everyday

Me: I wonder how you'll pay for my med school though

Dad: I earn enough honey, and your mom does too.

Me: got you!!! My logic wins

Dad: shit!! No one's logic wins it's an argument with no winner.

Me: come on dad I'm the clear winner

Dad: I'll agree to disagree

Me: yeah sure!!

We were laughing around when all of a sudden I noticed a tiny kid randomly standing on the road and screamed; dad pressed the brake and turned the steering which made the car turn 360 degrees and crash into a light pole. The kid just ran away, but if I ever see that kid again I'm really going to run a car over him (I won't though). I was fine but my dad's head hit the steering wheel and was bleeding ( I should have reminded him to wear his seat belt.....well he should have reminded himself to wear his seat belt); he was half unconscious and was blabbering some shit. As I was unbuckling my seat belt, a guy on a motorcycle pulled up at my dad's side of the car and said “Is everything alright sir?” My dad continued to blabber unclearly. The guy interrupted me and said “ Glad to know sir... I am Seerat Kherwal, I am 31 years old, I work at Toogle as an assistant manager and my salary is ₹400,000 per month” At that point, I really didn't understand what the hell was happening and took time to process it. He continued “My family and friends consider me to be a very kind man I'm here to ask you if I could marry your daughter” I couldn't believe the randomness of the situation, but then processed it immediately and shouted at the guy “ Man what the fuck is wrong with you? Firstly the man's head is bleeding.what the hell are you doing instead of taking him to the freaking hospital? and secondly, I'm just 17” I wasn't even able to process what I was speaking. The guy spoke again “I'm sorry my love, can you help me get your father to the back seat?”

I got down and went to help him. “Don't call me ‛love’ please” he replied “Sure darling” I just decided to stay quiet this time. I helped him shift dad to the back seat. I took my handkerchief out and tied it to my dad's head. Seerat parked his motorcycle on the footpath, got into the driver's seat and I sat beside him. He started to drive the half broken car.

I've always kinda been into older men but that's more of a sexual thing and less of a romantic thing; even taking that into consideration this conversation was creepy....... from his side at least.

Seerat: ‛don't worry babe! Chandigarh is a small city the hospital won't be too far’

Me:‛ I'm really thankful for the help sir, but please call me Tanvi instead of babe or darling or love!! uh uh right right right right!!’

Seerat: ‛(immediately changed the direction of the steering and smiled with embarrassment) ’

Me:‛ you just spoke as if you know Chandigarh so well!! What happened huh?’

Dad: ‛ (in a very low voice) Tanvi tell mom that I loved her’

Me: ‛what the hell dad! You're not dying....we'll get you to the hospital asap....calm down’

Dad: (blabbered some shit)

Seerat: ‛do you think he'll say yes for the marriage Tanvi?’

Me: ‛ Shut the fuck up, please!! ’

After a few more extremely uncomfortable conversations (for me at least) with seerat and a little more random blabbering by my dad, we reached outside the emergency.

I told him to look after dad while I got some help. I brought a nurse with a wheelchair. Seerat gave me the car keys. “Thank you so much, sir.” He moved his cheek towards me and said “don't forget the bye-bye kiss Tanvi.” I think my brain wasn't working properly at that moment; instead of slapping his face I unwillingly kissed his cheek. Once I brought my face back to myself, the nurse was standing in place of Seerat and we were inside the hospital; the nurse was blushing as if Shawn Mendes just kissed her. I really didn't know if I forgot walking into the hospital or if we actually magically appeared there. I could have literally seen flying German Shepherd that day..... it wouldn't surprise me. My dad was completely unconscious and was being rushed in. Once we were inside, the doctor checked him and said “There's nothing to worry about... We'll have to give him a small dose of anesthesia and a few stitches.” They told me to wait in the corridor; I felt relieved. After I waited out for a few minutes, all the clocks in the emergency section started to make the weird hen noise, and the nurse came running to me. “ma'am we need you inside” I rushed inside. The doctor said “ Kid! Our department considers 11:43 AM as a very unlucky time and it's also a 13th today so we'll need your help....you have to make the first step of the stitching procedure we'll take over from there.” A panic attack hit me and I replied immediately while panting “ma'am my father is lying unconscious there you can't be joking around right now” “I'm not joking around kid” I looked at the nurse ( her name tag said eeshrat.....I didn't notice the doctor's name tag) and she nodded, conveying to me that it's true. I was pretty sure that that's not how hospitals work but, apparently, that's how my day was working... so I went with the flow. I took three deep breaths and told her to guide me. Eeahrat gave me a pair of gloves; the doctor handed me over the needle driver with a curved needle and suture material attached to it. She pointed to the starting of my dad's wound, put her fingers around his wound and said “right here kid” My mind, body, and soul were filled with frustration, so I pierced the needle right into the eye of the doctor, instead, and then got back to reality (which means I didn't pierce into her eye but imagined doing so because I really felt like doing so). I calmed my tits down and slowly took the needle closer to my dad's wound and carefully pierced it into his skin just like they showed in House M.D (it's a medical TV show.... I'm not even sure if they ever showed sutures in it, but yeah!). The doctor carefully took the driver from my hand; I slowly took a few steps back to the wall and fell to the ground with relief. ‘Could the day get any weirder’ I thought to myself. But I won't say it was all bad because doing the sutures gave me so much inner satisfaction ,and filled me with pride.....I gave sutures even before I got into med school, and I did it for my dad, but why did I do it??.... well!! I better not think about it.

“You did a very good job kid.... wait here you have some signing to do” The doctor went outside. Eeshrat, the nurse, was looking after dad, while I was still down to the floor. Once I was calmer and started to get up, the room all of a sudden sank deeper into the ground, and I fell back on the floor. I thought it was an earthquake and wasn't even surprised, but the sinking of the room was too even to be an earthquake. While Eeshrat was panicking, the door automatically closed and a small part of the ceiling opened up, and two suited up women jumped in from there. I just wanted to pick my unconscious dad up on my shoulders and run away from there. When Eeshrat tried to run away they shot her with a taser gun. My dad would have probably peed his pants if he was conscious at this point; I could have totally peed my pants too. “ There's no need to panic. We're from S.R.P.D. We're a government secret organization and we help them in emergencies and we were in urgent need for this aircraft because it's the only aircraft in the country that has an invisibility feature.” I literally said, “What the fuck” out loud. I was so glad in the morning that my periods were over and was hoping for a good day but this wasn't a very good day honestly. The other lady continued from there “ We're really sorry, but it's our policy to not allow anyone out immediately in these situations because of security issues, but we'll let you go soon.” Immediately after saying that she shot me with the taser too.

The second I woke up, I freaked out. The room in which I gave sutures to my dad was now an aircraft.....and we were in the fucking sky. The floor of the aircraft was transparent so I could see through it. It was scary and fascinating at the same time. Apparently, the aircraft was invisible from outside. I really didn't believe that. Eeshrat was sitting beside me and weeping, so I just brushed my palm on her head. My dad just woke up, noticed that we're flying, screamed and fainted again. “ I think it's time ma'am,” one of the suited ladies said to the other. “ People it's time... you need to get ready” They threw a bag at each of us. They tried to wake dad up but he wouldn't move.

Suited lady: “ We just gave you parachutes... We'll be releasing you right now”

Me: (That scared the living shit out of me, so I immediately interrupted) “ ma'am what what what.... you can't just leave us at some random place.... how do we get back home....and we might die we don't even know how to use these things”

Eeshrat: “you should have left us in the hospital itself what kind of stupid policy do you have.”

Suited lady: “we're sorry for the inconvenience...... You'll be instructed what to do and we've made sure that the landing area is safe..... We've transferred some money to your respective accounts and the nearest city is 5 kilometres from your landing place.....you can figure out your way from there”.

Me: “well ma'am I'm still scared. Can you not take us with you and drop us off later?”

Suited Lady : “you either jump here or we kill you later..the choice is yours”

Me: “can you instruct us with the parachutes please”

After they gave us the instructions, a small door opened up at the bottom of the aircraft... I have no idea where it appeared from though. Eeshrat jumped first. They decided to tie my dad up to me because he didn't seem to wake up. “ you're responsible for your dad ma'am” the lady said and pushed me out. I was screaming for obvious reasons. I just looked up to see the aircraft, but I couldn't see it. So the invisibility feature was real. I felt like I was in a Marvel movie. I was having the time of my life falling from so high though. My dad was still unconscious and that surprises me till date; how can someone be unconscious through all this shit? Well, Dad has always been a pussy. We were slowly getting closer to land. While we were falling, we suddenly became static in the air. I could only move my eyes, while rest of my body became static. I couldn't even pinch myself to check if it was a reality. This time there was no chance that I could process what was happening. Did you ever notice those glitches in old TVs? That kind of glitch literally occurred all around us (it felt as if we were trapped inside a TV). I wanted to scream but I couldn't. The glitch lasted few seconds, and after that, the ground below changed into sky.......an endless dark sky. I was suddenly able to move my head, so I saw up. Morning sky on the top, night sky at the bottom, and no land; It was beautiful to look at, but I couldn't appreciate it at that point of time. It suddenly felt like someone switched the gravity switch on and we started to fall again. We were falling towards the night sky. The closer we were getting to the night sky the faster my heart started to race. Once we almost fell into it, I just screamed and closed my eyes; I could hear the nurse scream too.

After closing my eyes for 5 seconds and probably after entering the night sky, a soft surface hit my butt hardly......I felt like I was sitting somewhere. While panting my lungs out, I opened my eyes to see myself sitting in my half broken car beside my mom. “why does he even buy such expensive cars when he can't even drive properly” She continued ranting while I was completely clueless. I just looked back to see that dad was still unconscious and the nurse was just staring outside the window....she looked traumatized. Mom stopped the car, smiled and said to the nurse “ your stop is here Eeshrat” The nurse, without even saying thank you, opened the door and started walking into the rain; she was just looking at one point and her eyes were watery. I immediately got out of the car and went to her. “do you remember any of that.... did it actually happen?” “I don't want to talk about it..... please leave” She pushed me away. I walked back to the car with disappointment. My mom said “ What an ungrateful lady.” I didn't have enough energy to respond to mom.

Once we were back home, I just ran into the house instead of helping mom with dad. While I was running into the room, I just stopped at the ‛Lord Vishnu’ picture that I talked to in the morning. I removed my glasses and threw them away in awe after seeing ‛Lord Vishnu’ wink at me. This wink reminded me of the conversation I had with him in the morning

‛ hey, bro! I really feel if not you, someone actually exists up there... Anyways

You know how crazily I want to be a doctor right...I just want to be able enough to treat my parents if they ever fall sick... It's the least I can do for them. When I earn enough money as a doctor I'll go for sky diving......I don't want to use my parents' money for something so high up on my bucket list Yeah.. also I have this thing for older men I don't know why... I want to kiss an older guy someday... like at least 10 years older... Not my dad though... Obviously duh..... Okay, this is something I really need an answer for..... Like the dimensions shit Nolan showed in interstellar or like the portals doctor strange opens....is that shit actually possible...I see so many people arguing about it...Is it actually possible... Anyways who cares okay bye’

I HOPE NOBODY DRUGGED ME THAT DAY

[starrymused]

"No one else is going to love you. You realize that, right? Your whole life revolves around dead people, like some sort of necrophiliac," Kalvin reeked of booze, but this wasn't just the alcohol talking. It was just making him speak his true feelings more freely. He had Elias pinned to the wall; he couldn't even remember what they were arguing about, but he was tired of the younger man threatening to leave. He wasn't going to let him leave. "Stop talking bullshit. You're mine. You're happy with me. And I'm happy with you so long as you don't fucking act out. You think it'll be any different with somebody else? It won't be. I'm doing my best here. You're the problem. You're always the problem, Elias."

There was a tense moment. Then he let him go, and Elias slid a few inches down the wall before sitting on the floor.

"I'm going to order food from that restaurant you like, and we're going to watch one of your favorite movies, and have a good night. And you'll stop with this nonsense of leaving me. You're not leaving, you're just trying to manipulate me into letting you do whatever you want. I won't have it. Grow up." And with that, he left the room to go get his cell phone.

Elias sat. Waited until that monster was out the room. Then slowly got up. Quietly. He had to be quiet because if he ran, he’d be chased. He had to be smart about this. The bathroom. He’d go there and put the shower on. By the time Kalvin realized that he wasn’t actually in the shower, Elias would be halfway down the highway.

He didn’t have time to grab anything other than his wallet and keys. He even left his phone, knowing that Kalvin had installed some sort of tracking thing on it. He got in his car — it was his car that he had paid for himself even if Kalvin tried to claim it belonged to him — and quietly rolled away from the house. It wasn’t a dramatic escape like he’d thought about, but this was what he needed. He needed to get out without being heard.

His hands were shaking on the wheel and he hated it. Hated that he was scared. He wouldn’t cry, even though he could feel the emotion in his throat. He felt the anger, too. The cruel words repeated in his head along with all the times Kalvin had laid his hands on him — there were some fresh bruises on his arms and legs.

I hate him, Elias thought as he found himself driving in the direction of the funeral home. I want to kill him. It was the only thing he could think of even as he pulled up to the building and quietly let himself inside. It was dark, of course. His grandmother had gone home long ago, which was good — she didn’t need to see him like this.

Flicking on the lights in the mortuary, Elias moved over to the bench with the tools they used to prep bodies. Everything was there. He could use these. Could call Kalvin here to meet him, pretend he wanted to apologize, then attack him. It would be easy to strike him in a way that would result in less blood. And he knew how to sterilize the area once he was done. It would be so easy to move the body to the crematorium and leave no sign of him. It would be so easy.

Elias choked out a sob as realization hit him. This man who’d tormented him for the past three years had changed Elias into someone he didn’t know. Someone who was contemplating murder in the very place that was meant to provide comfort for departed souls and grieving families. It went against the core of his being and everything he stood for. To use his knowledge for ill intent was despicable and he couldn’t allow this man to turn him into a monster himself.

He dropped the scalpel he hadn’t realized he picked up and backed away, horrified. Turning on his heel, he fled the mortuary and found a sofa to curl up on. He sobbed into his hands, but he didn’t grieve the loss of his relationship or the past three years of his life. No, he grieved the near loss of himself and the terrifying realization that he had nearly gone past the point of no return. Elias couldn’t allow that to happen ever again. He needed help from others. His family and his friends. They would help him get out of this for good and then he could finally become the person he was always meant to be.

#lannamused #&; ( ELIAS IC ) #&; ( ELIAS ANSWERED ) #&; elias verse ( STUDENT ) #//abusive relationship

[citycfangels]

text: raquel ⇄ charlie

Raquel: note to self and to you: best steak dinner really is at maestros. Even if it was like really expensive.

Charlie: was that just a note or just a way to tell me we're going there at some point?

Raquel: no, I don't want to go there ever again. It's way too stuck up and it's like every table has people whose life mission is to be an asshole. Really I just thought I'm here and my mom is probably going to pay the bill so why not go for the 100 dollar steak

Raquel: but then she said we should split the bill. So I guess my plan backfired in a way.

Charlie: sounds like that place is filled with people like your mother, for example

Charlie: i'm sorry for the 100 dollars steak, btw

Charlie: i'm just asking this because i have to, but you don't have to answer. do you want to talk about your dinner with your mom?

Raquel: yep all the reptilian people with no souls go there.

Raquel: it's okay. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I could get like a to go order of that just so that you could try it.

Raquel: I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.

Raquel: it's like no matter what I do, I'm not good enough. It's like she just can't be happy for me. And she always has an opinion on something and I know she is my mom and I have tried so hard being a good daughter and a good person and no matter what it doesn't matter because the bar she sets just keeps on moving. I don't know what to do.

Raquel: and her personal opinions are all completely wrong. I don't know how I came from a person like that or how one person can just be so frustrating. And how can I still want her in my life? It's crazy. But she's my mom.

Charlie: we can go and get steaks for less money and do them at home, babe

Charlie: am i allowed to say she's a shithead?

Charlie: what did she say? what does she want from you now?

Raquel: I would be completely okay with that. The less interaction with that restaurant the better. I was surprised they even let me in.

Raquel: Other than saying she wants to be a part of my life I don't know. She thinks she has a right to have an opinion on everything I do and what my life should look like and I just can't stand it. And I know I'm crazy for wanting her attention and approval but she's all i have other than you.

Raquel: maybe I was better off not having her in my life.

Charlie: yeah, we better not go to a place where the reptilians meet.

Charlie: who cares about that? you're on your way to making it big and you're happy, that's what matters. you shouldn't really care about what she thinks.

Charlie: look, i've been lucky in the parents department and i'm glad neither of them was like yours, but shit, i haven't met her and i don't like her.

Charlie: maybe, but that's up to you. don't people say that family is not necessarily the people who share your blood?

Raquel: promise that if I ever get even a tiny bit diva like that you'll tell me and make sure I never become "that" person.

Raquel: I'm extremely happy. You make me happier than I have been in so long.

Raquel: trust me you aren't winning any points from her either. But that's the one thing I told her I do not care about

Raquel: I guess you're right, that is what they say.

Charlie: i'll tell you and if i have to snap you out of it, i will. i won't let you become your mother

Charlie: you're welcome. you make me really happy too and it's been a while since i was this happy, babe.

Charlie: wait, what do you mean with that? did you tell her about me?

Raquel: Thank you.

Raquel: well good because I plan on making you happy all the time.

Raquel: She asked about Nathan so yeah I told her about you.

Charlie: i like the sound of that. i intend of doing the same

Charlie: so i guess she doesn't like the idea of you being with a poor bartender while you could have Nathan as your fancy boyfriend, right?

Raquel: please don't do that. You're so much more than just a bartender. You're a future business owner and you know i don't care about Nathan. I don't care about money and yeah nathan had a lot of it but that didn't make me happy. My mom is materialistic and vain. Of course she wants me with Nathan, but none of that matters.

Charlie: i know you don't care about the money and shit, but that's what i am right now. i'm broke, i'm a bartender and until i get my chance to get a business that's what i'll be.

Charlie: but i appreciate you telling me i'm more than that and all that shit doesn't matter, i really do

Raquel: I just don't want you thinking that's what I see you as because I don't.

Raquel: did you ever think money did matter to me?

Charlie: i don't think that.

Charlie: nah, money is a nice plus but i never pegged you for that kind of girl. otherwise you'd be with Nathan and not with me, not even like the way we are right now

Raquel: what does that mean? Even the way we are now?

Charlie: we're still lowkey because you haven't broken up with him, right? unless... you did and i didn't get the signs, which wouldn't surprise me.

Raquel: babe, I broke up with Nathan a while ago. I told you I'm all yours and I didn't just mean that emotionally. I meant that completely. There's no more hiding this.

Charlie: are you serious? like, you're being serious right now?

Charlie: now i feel dumb for not seeing the signs.

Raquel: I thought you had already picked up on it.

Raquel: I thought that's why you told me what you did.

Raquel: you're really cute when you're clueless. i just want you to know that.

Raquel: wait so yesterday when we were at my house the whole time I was getting ready where did you think I was going?

Charlie: apparently, i didn't

Charlie: i don't think i'm cute when i'm clueless but thank you?

Charlie: until you mentioned it was with your mother, i was pretty sure you were going to have dinner with Nathan

Raquel: that explains a lot.

Raquel: you can stop thinking that now.

Raquel: You don't have to worry about me dating someone else now or about hiding what we have or about thinking I'm choosing someone over you because I chose you.

Charlie: so, now we don't have to hide, any ideas of where to go?

Raquel: is that your way of saying you want to show me off?

Charlie: that, bc i'm proud of you, and because i want to go out with you now we're not hiding anymore

Charlie: unless you want to take things slow, even if we fuck a lot already, which is the opposite of taking things slow

Raquel: I want to take things at whatever pace you want to take them. I am all for going out. I want to be the one to show you off.

Raquel: let's just do the whole slower thing when we're actually in the bedroom and even then we won't do that every time because most of the time I just need you.

Charlie: so i guess we're going out. are you free later? i have a night off so if you're also free we could, i don't know, grab dinner somewhere.

Charlie: babe, it's impossible for us to go slow in the bedroom, or i'm speaking for myself at least

Raquel: I actually have to work tonight :( how about after I come over to your place and we can just sleep. I have Sunday night free.

Raquel: It's not impossible. Maybe I just have to teach you how to go slow.

Charlie: :(

Charlie: that sounds like a good plan. you can spend the night here, i'd love that

Charlie: then we'll go out on Sunday. think about places you want to go, babe

Charlie: you think? because as much as you can teach me, you know i can't keep my hands to myself around you, and it happens to you too.

Raquel: me waking up next to you sounds like a great plan.

Raquel: I already know where I want to go but I won't tell you until then.

Raquel: I think there is a lot I can still teach you. Even if you can't keep your hands to yourself. I can keep my hands to myself but like the cheesy Selena Gomez song I could but why would I want to when I have the hottest, sexiest and most caring boyfriend?

Charlie: good. i'll stay home and finish one of the books with a drink in hand. if i fall asleep, you know where i keep my spare key

Charlie: oh, surprise me then

Charlie: oh really? what you have to teach me that i haven't taught you already?

Charlie: don't keep them to yourself on my account, you know i like it when you don't do it

Raquel: If I havent said it recently I am so proud of you for sticking with your reading. I'll try not to be too late but don't wait up.

Raquel: you'll be surprised on Sunday.

Raquel: There is a lot I have to teach you. Going slow is just one thing but I have to think of other things for my lesson plans.

Charlie: you say it every now and then, but you don't need to say it. thank you, and i'm very invested in this, which was your idea in first place and you encouraged me to go for it, so i have to thank you for that

Charlie: i'll probably be asleep by then, but i'll stay up for a bit anyways

Charlie: oh yeah? what can you teach me besides that? you can't teach me anything kinky because babe, i'm your teacher in that department

Raquel: I'd like to think that you would have come up with the same idea sooner or later. I just planted the seed earlier on.

Raquel: Just try not to stay up too late okay? I don't want you losing sleep over me.

Raquel: I don't know. You're amazing in the sex department like the best I've ever had but that doesn't mean you know it all. There have to be a few things that you haven't tried yet and want to do with me.

Charlie: still, thank you for doing that. you're so supportive and no one has been that since i arrived here

Charlie: yes ma'am

Charlie: you're welcome for the mindblowing sex, babe

Charlie: then make a list. that will be our kinky list and we'll do all of that

Raquel: well it's not like you aren't supportive of my dreams. It takes a lot for someone to not just say that I'm the millionth girl in la that wants to make acting dreams happen but instead of you blowing that off you actually support me.

Raquel: careful. I actually might start liking the ma'am thing even if it's new.

Raquel: as if my orgasm wasn't enough of a you're welcome.

Raquel: all of it and I can't be the only one adding to that list. And second: the only restriction is no other people. There's no way I'm sharing you. Someone might get clingy.

Charlie: you may be the millionth girl in LA who wants to be an actress, but let me tell you something. you're good and you're really determined, so if someone tells you that, they suck balls

Charlie: add it to the kinky list then.

Charlie: i'll be adding things too. i mean, i'm pretty sure there are kinky things we haven't done yet.

Charlie: i wasn't thinking of having any threesome or anything and sharing you with other people, but that's a good rule to add. that would be too much even for me, and that comes from me. no, i'm not sharing you either.

Raquel: you keep talking like that and you might not need to wait until morning for sex

Raquel: maybe I will. I can go full on dominatrix.

Raquel: there have to be but I guess when I have let you do so much it's hard to think of what else I can let you do to me.

Raquel: so there's no weird voyeurism kink? You din't want to like watch some other guy have sex with me or something weird?

Charlie: so we could have sleepy sex in the middle of the night? then i'm going to bed early, just in case

Charlie: that's something i'd like to see, bring it on.

Charlie: there must be something, we just have to think of what we've done and what we haven't.

Charlie: i won't deny that seeing you with another woman wouldn't turn me on, but i would probably get jealous at some point, so i think i pass

Raquel: lol maybe. Rest up Tiger, I'm keeping you up all night.

Raquel: as long as I don't have to wear actual leather or pleather.

Raquel: i want a lot of things actually. But it looks like I'm going to be doing a bit of online shopping.

Raquel: another woman? It can still be a fantasy for you. What am I doing in this fantasy and why does it have to be a woman?

Charlie: my neighbors are going to kill me if we have loud sex in the middle of the night... not that i care

Charlie: you could wear a garbage bag and you'd look hot

Charlie: online shopping? now i'm curious

Charlie: i don't know, it was a hot fantasy i woke up to a few weeks after we met. one in which you're making out with one. then you were naked, and then you were fucking her.

Charlie: still, i have no intentions of sharing you with no one, not even a woman.

Raquel: well it's a good thing I don't care about your neighbors at all. This should remind her that you're mine.

Raquel: well garbage bags aren't really what dominatrixes wear so I have to actually get into character babe.

Raquel: mhmm. I want vibrators and a swing and whatever else just magically ends up in my cart.

Raquel: you were having fantasies about me weeks after we met?

Raquel: you totally had a crush on me.

Raquel: good thing I don't want anyone else. You're mine and I'm not afraid to admit that sometimes I get jealous.

Charlie: she should know that already at this point from all the noise we make when we fuck

Charlie: get whatever you want, babe. you'd look hot with everything you choose to wear.

Charlie: you want a sex swing? where would we keep it, babe? are we getting a room for sex toys or what?

Charlie: hey, i was a horny fuckboy who only thought about sex. now i'm just a horny guy who thinks about sex most of the time.

Charlie: and i wasn't crushing, pls

Charlie: good, because i only want you and i can't wait to show you that while we're going out and in bed

Raquel: it doesn't hurt to keep reminding her.

Raquel: I haven't worked out the logistics of where everything would go but no I'm not getting a room just for toys. That would require actually moving.

Raquel: my reformed fuckboy who luckily gets sex most of the time he wants it.

Raquel: you totally were. You had a crush on me. It's okay to admit it.

Raquel: I already do see that. You have a job where you easily could look somewhere else. You have a hot neighbor who wants you. You didn't have to put up with all my crazy or with me being with Nathan. You waited for me and weren't with anyone else and I know it doesn't sound like a lot but it is because like you said you were different before and I know that's scary to think of how much you've changed and I wasn't saying that so that you could freak out. I was saying that because I know before I was insane and jealous and neurotic even but I know now that you only want me and I don't think you realize how much that means to me and I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep proving to you that you're the only person I want too.

Charlie: nope, it doesn't. in fact i love how we do that

Charlie: who do i have to thank because we're not getting our personal red room? because that would be creepy

Charlie: that happens because i know how to get it and because you want lots of sex too. i'm a lucky bastard.

Charlie: oh please, you were the one who had a crush on me, i was the one who wanted to get in your pants

Charlie: babe, it was worth it. you were worth that and more. i could have easily given up at some point, but i didn't because i knew there was something good at the end of it. and i waited and i don't regret it at all. you don't have to prove anything to me because you already did.

Raquel: the fact that you even know what the term red room is is a little scary. That isn't happening. We aren't like completely nymphomaniacs

Raquel: not my fault. I just think you're extremely good looking. Very lucky.

Raquel: No. I liked you, there is a difference. Crushing is like having fantasies and maybe even picturing us together but at the time I didn't really want that. I didn't want to get near you because I figured there was no way I wasn't just going to be a notch on your belt.

Raquel: we are in so much trouble with this love and romance thing.

Charlie: i don't live under a rock. but yeah, not happening. the toys will stay in the bedroom, like normal people has them

Charlie: oh, so it's mostly my face what gets me sex, huh?

Charlie: you can have a sexual fantasy and not have a crush on a person, babe. if that was true, then i'd have had a crush on every girl i had my eye on for a fuck, and trust me, that wasn't the case

Charlie: well, you knew how to work around that and look at us now.

Charlie: so you were trying to not have a crush on me, huh?

Charlie: yep, we've been so fucked up at this, or at least i'm speaking for myself

Raquel: either that or you've been overhearing lots of conversations from horny 40 year olds obsessed with their own Christian Grey.

Raquel: your eyes if I'm being completely honest.

Raquel: okay, true.

Raquel: I figured I'd get hurt in the end so yeah, I tried not having feelings for you. And even after we slept together I thought that that was it.

Raquel: nope, it looks like both of us weren't good at this to begin with but that's okay because the whole fairytale romance thing is overrated anyway.

Charlie: the day i looked him up on the internet bc a few ladies were talking about it while i was working... he's a piece of shit

Charlie: that's good to know

Charlie: well, it's a good thing you ended up having them

Charlie: yeah, that doesn't really exist, right? a relationship has its up and downs and nothing is perfect

Raquel: you and your research. Entitled rich guy with abusive tendencies along with being a full on rapist. Yeah, he's horrible. And unfortunately I know a few people who are him in training.

Raquel: a good thing only because it worked out for us in the end. Otherwise I would have had to stand by and watch you with any girl that gave you the eye.

Raquel: even now there might be ups and downs. I don't want it to be perfect. I just want us to keep working together and just not give up on each other like we did before.

Charlie: i regret looking it up. i have to admit i'm a kinky person, but as i said, that guy is a piece of shit.

Charlie: that would be awkward and i guess you didn't like to see me flirting with them. i guess you won't like it now, even if i do it for the tips

Charlie: it won't, i'm pretty sure. it doesn't have to be perfect and no, i won't give up like we did when we broke up. promise me you won't either

Raquel: you're kinky but you aren't abusive and you've never made me do something I haven't wanted to do. You're nothing like him.

Raquel: I understand why you would flirt but you're right. I don't have to like it. I just know that it's something that comes with your job. Just like how I hope you understand that what I want to do and that me becoming an actress can mean that sometimes I might have to kiss or pretend to be in love with someone else.

Raquel: I promise.

Charlie: i promise to not become that

Charlie: i do understand that. i won't exactly like it but i'll have to suck it up. besides, i know all of that will be fake and that i'll be the one getting all of that and more

Charlie: good

Charlie: going back to our kinky list, i came up with an idea i want to add, but i need to ask you something

Raquel: Oh, trust me. Just like how you said you wouldn't let me become my mom there's no way I'm letting you become anyone other than yourself.

Raquel: so you won't get jealous? Now even seeing me at work and maybe having to flirt too?

Raquel: okay. What do you have to ask?

Charlie: then we have a deal. we won't let the other become someone else.

Charlie: i can't promise anything yet, but i'll work on it. all i know is that i'm the one you kiss and fuck after all

Charlie: how do you feel about being filmed? like, when you're touching yourself or when you have sex

Raquel: not in a million years. You're stuck being the same person or at least growing with me and not regressing into a horrible human being.

Raquel: and I con promise that no matter what no matter who might like me you're the one person I want and the one person who I'll come home to every night.

Raquel: I don't know hot to answer that.

Raquel: I trust you and I know that we could but I have to keep my future in mind. Someone gets a hold of a sex tape and my career can be over before it even starts. It doesn't mean i don't want to. Do you really want to? What would you do with it? Just keep it?

Charlie: yes, ma'am

Charlie: i like the sound of that. i won't really know how will i feel when you kiss someone else, but that's your job, but all i know is that i'll be proud of you because you'll do a good job

Charlie: yeah, that would be unfortunate. i asked you because i know things like that could happen.

Charlie: well, i think it's hot and it would be good material for lonely nights, but that's up to you. i would never make you do something you don't want to, especially because your job could be in jeopardy if someone leaks it

Charlie: i would keep a copy to jerk off to it whenever you're off somewhere to film whatever gig you land. i would send you one too, but that's it.

Raquel: well I don't want to say hopefully you'll find out soon but I do have an audition in a week for a " Ex Machina meets Silicon Valley." indie film about love i mn the modern age. I don't even know what half of it means but I just know they want me to read for the lead.

Raquel: I know, and I love that you asked instead of just putting a camera in front of me when it was go time.

Raquel: lonely night? Are you already planning on having a lot of those? And what if there's a project that's for a long period of time? Would you stay here?

Charlie: sounds interesting, you'll do it great! do you have to leave LA or something?

Charlie: i could have already installed a camera, but no, i prefer to ask you first

Charlie: well, depends on what do you want. do you want me to go with you every time you get a movie, even if it's for a short period of time?

Raquel: Well the listing just said that it would film in various places but mostly in LA. They're sending me my reading tonight

Raquel: maybe you could install the camera, or whatever you want to record me on.

Raquel: I want you to do whatever you want to do. I just know that if i have to be gone for a long time that it'll be hard on me. I miss you when I have to go to work. How am I supposed to survive like weeks of filming sometimes? And that's if it's just a movie. What if I get like a tv show? I never want to leave la. I know that but maybe if it's for a short period of time leaving you to yourself would be a good thing. I just don't want to have to go weeks without seeing my boyfriend.

Charlie: nah, that's creepy. i'm not the kind of guy who install cameras to spy on girlfriends. if we do this, i want you to give me your full consent.

Charlie: if anything, i could film myself getting off and send you videos as an alternative, although that isn't the same.

Charlie: well, if it's not for longer than a day or two i could stay here, but if it's for longer i would definitely go with you. i'd miss you too.

Charlie: we have skype and facetime in case i can't go with you, but let's hope we don't have to use them often

Raquel: It's not like you have had many girlfriends but yes this is me saying we can do this but we have to be really careful.

Raquel: that wouldn't be the same thing and maybe that's more for like snapchat or something.

Raquel: really? A day or two is all you can go without me?

Raquel: how about I promise that if my shoots take longer than a week or two that I'll fly back somehow just to spend time with you. You'll never have to go without me for too long. And I'll always talk to you before I take a long job because we're a team and I can't just make decisions for the both of us.

Charlie: you get my point, but yeah. we have to be careful when we do this because the last thing i want to do is to ruin your career. this will be for personal uses, because i'm pretty sure we look hot as fuck while fucking and it's better than porn

Charlie: well, i'm down to send you videos of me masturbating on those nights when you're away, if that's what you want

Charlie: well, more or less. maybe three days or four

Charlie: that sounds fair. i mean, we'd have to talk about it like you said to see if it works for us, but yeah, we can do that

Raquel: okay we can do it even if I don't really understand because when I'm away is when you can actually watch as much porn as you really want.

Raquel: I'd want videos. Even if all they'll do is make me want you even more.

Raquel: Okay I think I can only do four days too.

Raquel: and when you open the bar that takes priority no matter what. No exceptions.

Charlie: not all porn is good, babe. there are crappy videos and i prefer to see my girl naked

Charlie: then you'll get videos of me, naked and getting off while thinking of you, cock in hand. that's the purpose of it. that and making you want to touch yourself

Charlie: of course, babe. maybe i could get out for a couple of days and that's it, but our baby will get the attention.

Charlie: i mean, the bar. because it'll be somewhat ours.

Raquel: but some porn is. Not that I'm pushing you to watch. I actually think it's sweet that you'd rather watch us than anyone else.

Raquel: and I'm supposed to last at least four days just thinking about you and only touching myself?

Raquel: No, the bar will be yours. Your name, your business. I just support you in whatever way I can. It'll be your baby and I'll just watch my baby run it.

Raquel: and I know what you meant. You didn't have to clarify the whole baby thing because there's no way either one of us is thinking of a baby any time.

Charlie: i may watch any, we'll see about it

Charlie: probably. i think you'll survive without my tongue and cock. think about how hot will be the sex once we see each other again. plus, the thought of you getting off because i'm not there is hot

Charlie: i was hoping you would be somewhere in the papers and all the shit i'll have to go through, but i appreciate it too. all the help is welcome

Charlie: yeah, because when you become an actress and i own a bar, it'll be nearly impossible to raise a kid, or at least that's how i see it now

Raquel: porn is your only way you can really think about another woman so if I were you I'd take as much porn action as I can get.

Raquel: I'm not really one for delayed gratification. Cuming by myself isn't the same as when you make me do it.

Raquel: okay I'll be on whatever you need me to be on but I just want you to know that this is yours and your bar and me are the two things in life that are completely yours.

Raquel: even when we're both settled and have our careers it would be hard. I don't know if that's something I'm ready for at any time of my life.

Charlie: i'll look for good porn then and i'll think of you, that way i'll be inspired to add things to our kinky list

Charlie: then i'll give you two orgasms for each orgasm you get by yourself, and for each time you don't reach it i'll make it up for it.

Charlie: you and my bar are mine. fuck, that sounds even beautiful

Charlie: i think neither of us will be ready for it.

Raquel: so even then you aren't going to be thinking of other girls?

Raquel: so whenever I go away and do come back I should just clear my schedule for a week is what you're saying?

Raquel: yep me and your bar. Yours forever.

Raquel: so we're on the same page. No kids for us.

Charlie: i'll try not to, but i'll try to focus on how hot is my girlfriend and how much i want her naked while i watch porn

Charlie: do you watch any and think of me?

Charlie: not for a week, but at least for a whole day so i can fuck you and make up for all the days i didn't

Charlie: i love it. i love you

Charlie: exactly. no kids for us. never.

Raquel: well if you do that's completely okay.

Raquel: nope not at all. When I watch I'm totally thinking about one of the famous chris' duh.

Raquel: if you think you can make up for everything in one day you really must not get how much and how often I think about you.

Raquel: I love you too. So much and I'm so glad we're on the same page. I don't think that's something I would have been able to compromise on and not being able to give you something you wanted would have killed me. I want to give you everything you've ever wanted.

Charlie: should i be offended, babe? tell me about which one of them at least

Charlie: i'll probably need the whole day and at least next morning to do that, but what if you just have one day to see me?

Charlie: me too. i don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to, whether it is something kinky or something as big as having a baby. i wouldn't be able to live with that

Raquel: well there's Hemsworth and sometimes Evans but honestly it's rare. I don't think you can get offended because it's not like I have them and chances are they aren't as good in bed to begin with.

Raquel: if I just have one day then idk I might just have to leave sexually frustrated.

Raquel: trust me, you have never pressured me to do something I didn't want to do. You've supported me and been in my corner even when i was with someone else. And if you ever feel like I'm pressuring you with anything I want you to tell me.

Charlie: i happen to think i'm prettier than those guys

Charlie: if i ever let you leave my apartment and you're sexually frustrated that means i didn't do a good job at satisfying you

Charlie: i will let you know, and you haven't pressured me to do anything either, so you're good

Raquel: of course you would.

Raquel: that just means I would never leave your apartment because me being completely satisfied of you is never really going to happen.

Raquel: I have to go flirt with skeezy old men now but enjoy your reading. I love you and I'll see you later tonight.

Charlie: don't you agree with that? i mean, they're hot, but

Charlie: i can at least satisfy you enough to survive until the next time

Charlie: ouch, that sucks, but hopefully that will be over soon.

Charlie: see you later, although i'll be asleep by the time you're here

Raquel: but they're not you. Yes I agree.

Raquel: okay maybe that's true because if not we really would never leave and we'd just have to live off sex and sunshine.

Raquel: rest up. I'm already planning on keeping you up all night so see ya later.

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