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#I’m sorry to any Davids out there 😭
greg-montgomery · 2 months
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hi! i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but i love your writing and your page!
i have a nsfw request and you can totally say no or not do it, but i rly just wanna see someone write it!
so like y/n is super sweet and kind at work at the bau, and everyone expects her to be super innocent since she’s almost the youngest out of all of them, but one night she ends up at hitch’s hotel room during a case because she’s stressed and her and hotch kind of have something between them (like they both rly want each other but won’t say anything, the whole team knows)
anyways, they like get down to it (idfk 😭), and she’s the complete opposite of what he expects, and it kind of surprises him because she seems so innocent and it rly turns him on (that sounds weird idk but YOU GET IT 😭😭).
anyways, i rly hope u write it but don’t feel obligated to if you don’t want to, love! also i think it would be rly funny if she’s caught rly early in the morning sneaking out of his room and a few ppl from the team catch her sneaking out!
maybe like softdom!hotch? idk 😭 SORRY IVE NEVER MADE A REQUEST
ANYWAYS. i love your writing so much! hope you have an amazing day love!
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hii!! i hope you have an amazing day too <3 i love you!
nsfw - 18+ minors dni!!!
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“And I was screaming at him. If I hadn’t woken up the next second, I would have probably attacked him physically.”
Hotch chuckled at your words as he took a seat right next to you on the edge of his bed.
“Don’t laugh! This is serious, am I going crazy?”
“No, you aren’t,” he said, and gently placed his hand on your thigh in an attempt to calm you down. “I’ve also had dreams about unsubs, it’s normal. You were probably affected because you had talked to the victim just a few hours before he killed her.”
He knew you were worried, but he couldn’t help but notice that you were biting your bottom lip that same way that always drove him crazy. It was so hard being around you; in his hotel room, all alone, with the scent of your perfume clouding his judgment.
“Okay. Maybe I’m overthinking it,” you said, and he caught you staring at his hand on you. If there was any indication of you being uncomfortable he would have never put it there in the first place. But he could see the look on your face; you liked it.
So he kept it there.
Your eyes travelled from his hand to his eyes. God, you were so beautiful, all he wanted to do was lay you down on that bed and take you until you were screaming his name.
The way you were staring at him made him wonder if you could read his thoughts. You were a profiler after all.
“Thanks for the advice,” you said. “You’re a wise old man.”
“That’s David.”
Nothing gave him the same level of satisfaction making you laugh did. During those moments you were almost his.
“Right, sorry,” you giggled.
There was that same look again. You were biting your lips, bit this time it wasn’t out of nervousness; you were trying to contain your laughter.
Hotch didn’t know where he found the courage, but he removed his hand from your thigh and brought it to your face, running his thumb over your mouth. “I love it when you play with your lips.”
You silently blinked at him for a moment, and for that moment Aaron forgot how to breathe. He only obtained the ability to breathe again for a second, before you took it away by opening your mouth and licking the pad of his finger.
The sight and the feeling of your tongue on him made his dick twitch.
You sucked on it slowly, your eyes never leaving his. It wasn’t hard for him to imagine your mouth was on a different part of his body, as you swirled your tongue around his fingertip.
Who would have thought?
He removed his finger from your mouth and while it was still wet from your saliva, he grabbed your face and dragged you close to him.
“What kind of behavior is this? And in front of your boss? I thought you were a good girl,” he said, his nose touching yours.
“I am.”
He could argue, but he’d rather kiss you instead. So he did.
Your little sighs in the middle of the kiss were already driving him insane - he couldn’t even imagine how you’d sound when his hand would find its way between your thighs.
Soon you were on his lap, straddling him, and he pulled away to take your top off. You were eager for another kiss, but he had to take a moment to admire the way your breasts looked covered in that beautiful black lace.
He pulled the left side of your bra down just enough to release your nipple. He played with it with his fingers, making it hard and once it was ready he replaced his hand with his mouth.
The pretty moans that were coming out of your mouth made him even more eager, so he grabbed you by the hips and pushed you down to grind on his cock even harder. You were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, but all he wanted to do was destroy you.
Before he had the chance to think of his next move, you got off his lap with a grin and took of your shoes and jeans.
“Lie down,” you said.
“Who am I to say no to you?”
You crawled on the bed, but didn’t come up to him like he expected. Instead you kneeled between his legs and started unbuckling his belt.
He was painfully hard already and he was counting down the minutes he would finally be in your hands.
Your smirk when you saw his released cock went straight to his ego. And he couldn’t wait to see you full of it.
The way you positioned yourself in all fours, and licked his length while making eye contact with him, looked like it came out of a porno movie.
Your ass looked delicious; the fabric of your panties almost non-existent making him wish he could reach it and give you a few spanks.
“Fuck…”
It was sloppy; one moment you were licking his dick from bottom to top, and the other your hand was wrapped around it while your tongue was swirling around the tip. And it was perfect.
“Fuck, it’s so good. You’re so good at it, baby, you’re so good,” he said, his hand pushing the back of your head so you could suck him deeper.
You cupped his balls and smirked at the way he moaned. You were enjoying it, maybe as much as he was.
“You like it, baby?”
You nodded, and closed your eyes moving your tongue in a torturous pace.
“You know what I like?”
At his question your eyes opened again, and you shook your head.
Aaron signaled you to go up to him for a moment, and grabbed your chin with two of his fingers to maintain the eye contact.
“I like that you’re all shy,” he said and paused to give you a kiss. “Quiet.” Another kiss. “Innocent, in front of others. But with me…you show me what a little slut you are. Just for me.”
Your smile would be the end of him.
“Just for you,” you repeated his words and kissed him before moving between his legs again.
“Spit on it,” he said. “Make it messy, baby, I wanna see you drool.”
You did as he said. He didn’t know where to focus, at your ass, the way your tits were hanging, or your mouth that was doing devilishly things to him.
Finally, he wasn’t looking at anything at all, with his eyes closed, cumming right into your mouth.
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britany1997 · 10 months
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Let’s Motor
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I genuinely wasn’t expecting the response to Rev Your Engines that I got, I was feeling very insecure about my writing when I posted it and I’m crying that y’all loved it so much😭 (read part one here)
I’ve also decided on subsequent fics to indicate when I won’t be writing any more parts, so this will be the final part to this series:) hope y’all love it!
Pre-read by my motorcycle expert adopted brother @pixielostboy 🥰
Poly! Lost boys x GN motor expert reader
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You rolled out from under your 1953 Buick wildcat, smearing your hand across your face as you attempted to wipe it clean of oil.
When you’d finished your shift for the night, your boss was kind enough to let you use the shop’s tools to fix up your own ride.
The tune ups were going well, but you still took your Harley to work instead, hopeful you’d run into the strange group of rockers from a few days ago.
You checked your watch and sighed. Lately you’d tended to drag your feet, just in case the biker boys did drop by, but after days of waiting, you’d finally decided they weren’t coming.
That is until you heard the familiar mumbling of four motors pulling up behind you. You chuckled to yourself as you pulled a bandana from your back pocket to wipe your brow and turned around.
Your face fell as you realized the sight in front of you was not the four weirdos you were hoping to meet again, but another group of leather clad bikers.
You sighed and turned back to pack up your things.
“Expectin’ someone?”
You whipped your head around to lock eyes with a smirking Paul, leaning against a broken down truck one of your coworkers had been fixing up.
“Hello again,” you raised an eyebrow as you wiped down your tools, “where ya been?”
“Been busy sugar,” he explained, “didn’t mean we didn’t wanna come.”
Your lips turned up against your will as you shrugged in reply, “maybe I wanted to see you guys too.”
Paul’s face lit up at your words.
“Why didn’t I hear your bike pull up?” you asked.
“Got one of those silent mufflers, bike don’t make a sound,” he told you.
Your brow furrowed in confusion. Silent mufflers? “What?”
“Kidding babe, just didn’t wanna move the bikes from the boardwalk, I uh walked over.”
You scoffed, “isn’t it like a five mile walk?”
Paul rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “yeah I uh, I walk fast.”
You snorted, “whatever Paulie, you want a ride back on my bike?”
“Yes please,” he sing-songed as he practically skipped over to your side.
You mounted your Harley before Paul slid in behind you. “Hold on tight yeah?” you told him.
“Don’t gotta tell me twice sugar,” he said as his arms slid around your middle. He squeezed your sides gently causing you to flinch.
“Maybe not that tight,” you laughed.
Paul moved his hands to rest on your hips as you nudged up your kickstand with your heel before reving your engine and taking off down the road.
The short drive to the boardwalk gave Paul’s hands many opportunities to wander from your hips, but luckily for him you didn’t mind too much.
You parked your bike to the side of Max’s video as both you and Paul slid off and walked toward the three other boys loitering near the pier.
“Well, well, well,” David smirked as he took a drag, “just couldn’t stay away could ya?”
You scoffed in mock offense, “excuse me, but this one,” you jerked your thumb towards Paul, “tracked me down at work for you idiots.”
David threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, “maybe we needed you to fix up one of our bikes again.”
You snorted, “they look fine to me.”
Dwayne rolled his eyes, “sorry about him, we really did just want to see you.”
You blushed as your gaze fell to the gorgeous brunette man’s shoes, “I kinda wanted to see you guys again too.”
“Wanna race?” Marko blurted out, bouncing on his heels in excitement.
Your head snapped up, “race? Race where?” you asked.
“Hudson’s bluff,” David spoke up, “you know it?”
“Yeah I know it,” you paused for a second, “what does the winner get?”
“A kiss from you,” Paul said smirking, as he leaned an elbow on your shoulder.
You rolled your shoulder, causing his elbow to slide right off you, “and what do I get if I win?” you asked.
“Four kisses,” Paul winked.
You rolled your eyes, “if I win I want…” you trailed off as you thought to yourself.
A lightbulb went off in your head, “I want that,” you decided as you pointed at David’s long black trenchcoat.
David’s jaw dropped, not usually one to be caught off guard, “…you want my coat?”
He regained his senses, “absolutely not, no.”
You pouted in mock sympathy, “scared you’re gonna lose Davey?”
He scoffed, “never.”
You shrugged, “then you’ve got nothing to worry about right?”
David bit his lip and weighed his options. There were four of them and only one of you. How could one little human beat four vicious vampires? You didn’t stand a chance.
David smirked and stuck out his hand, “deal.”
You smiled as you shook his hand, “alright then.”
It didn’t take the five of you long to clamor onto your bikes and line up parallel to each other.
“You’re going down,” Marko whispered from the left of you as Dwayne counted down.
You smirked, “we’ll see.”
As soon as Dwayne bellowed “go,” you were off.
You whipped through the beach, kicking up sand as you rode and making a mental note to clean your wheels later. Paul and David had an early lead, with you and Marko not far behind.
Dwayne trailed behind the four of you, but you suspected it wasn’t for lack of ability but more to teach David a lesson. Either way, you appreciated it.
As you turned off into the forest you pulled past Paul, flicking a wave in his direction as you left him in the dust. You smiled as you heard a soft gasp behind you from the shocked blond boy.
You leaned forward, your brow furrowing as you accelerated until you were neck and neck with David.
“Give up? You could still keep your coat,” you taunted him, keeping your eyes trained on the road.
“Not on your life.” he spit through gritted teeth.
“Suit yourself,” you replied as you pushed forward on the throttle, weaving in front of David and pulling up at the edge of the cliff.
David pulled to a stop in disbelief, “you…how did you…” he sputtered as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
You smiled, “increased the size of my rear sprocket by two teeth awhile back, helps the bike accelerate quicker,” you explained.
“Why didn’t you say anything babe?” Paul inquired as he parked next to the two of you.
You shrugged, “you never asked,”
“Pretty smart if you ask me,” Marko admitted as he joined as well, “I woulda done that too.”
“Looks like you’ve got a jacket to hand over huh David?” Dwayne teased as he came around to David’s side, playing with the hem of the coat.
David’s face flushed red as he realized. He moved to take the coat off when you stopped him, placing a hand on his.
“No need,” you assured him, “the look on your face is a good enough prize for me.”
David grumbled as the other boys dissolved into fits of laughter.
“You’re a good time babe,” Paul nudged you with his elbow, “we live just down there if you’d like to come in for a drink,” he offered smoothly as the others exchanged knowing glances.
“Sure,” you smiled, “I could go for a drink.”
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mrsmiagreer · 10 months
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Favorite Redacted quotes but the list gets longer everytime I find a new one
“And the energizer bunny…Takes a tumble” -Milo
“Is this why you put up with my memes and shit? Because i gotta big dick and a great ass??” - Guy
“WHAT ECHO?!” — ALL OF REDACTED aka echo
“Do you love me?” — Imp!Damien
“Keep his name out of your FUCKING mouth” -Sam
“Laying in comfortable silence, hands roaming lazily betwixt our supine bodies, tracing gentle patterns across supple skin…Yes that was all about my eyes😂” — Guy
“This isn’t like a dog or something. Like normal wolves are big. Shifter wolves are even bigger…and i’m on the bigger end of that too” -David
“Is David being a total groomzilla about your side? Oop— Heard that-” Asher
“But I bet I’d lay down for it” — Vincent
“Make it two” —Sam
“Great deal on a large sausage” —Guy
“Will you marry me, Angel?” —David
“….Isn’t that right??” “Heyyy no tickling!!” — Gavin and Caelum
“No not just yes…say the words…say the whole thing” —Vincent
“Ohh— You are getting close! Hi! Hi baby….I love youuu” —Guy
“We are NOT matching. I am wearing my work clothes, YOU’RE wearing contraband” — David
“someone please get the gentleman a door prize”— Blake
“I was thinking a little less nature documentary and little more battle bots you know like i want you to just fucking SNAP me like a twig😭” -Guy
“No! You can’t tell me I taste good >:(” — Lasko
“Who are you and what have you done with my lover??” — Guy
“I know baby I know” — Milo
“Staaapppp you’re being rude… Yes RUDE you heard me!” —Guy
“…..do it— hmmmMmMmMmm okay okay….That had a little less finesse than i’m used to” —Milo
“You know what wordplay reminds me of? Tounge twisters!! And you know what tongue twisters remind me of? Tongue kissing!! Let’s explore that topic shall we?” —Guy
“The goal is healin me, you can’t be hittin me at the same time” —Milo
“Show me that wagon ya draggin sexy uehh” -Guy
“Who’s that bitch we hate?” — Asher
“Any hole is a goal” — Guy
“Just move your ass…..hmm i didn’t mean to move it quite like that but you’ll get no complaints outta me” —David
“My mouth is good for a lot more than just…talkin” —Milo
“It’s our bedroom….It’s our bed” —Geordi
“Hey Baaaaabyy” —Ollie
“I’ve sat with these feelings long enough to know how to manage them I promise” —Blake
“Call me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” —David
“I cant be another mistake…because it’ll break me” —Blake
“I’m sure seeing him is like….like those healing classes. A nice diversion😊” —President Moore
“Milo…play nice” — Imp!Asher
“You don’t have to order anyone to do it…Just take volunteers” — Imp!Milo
“I just set my fucking curtains on fire” -Damien
“Who taught you how to do healing magic?? A construction worker with a jackhammer?!” —Milo
“You’re taking me so fucking good” —Milo
“I’m trying to get off of you…I don’t wanna crush you” —David
“Awe yeah i often walk into work with shotgun shells in my fucking brief case” —Milo
“I cant read your mind baby” — Vincent
“Welcome home my love. How was your day?” -Gavin
“Park it on me Sweetheart” — Milo
“That does not feel like searching for a key Lovely” —Vincent
“Do i need to set this stuff down or are you gonna behave?” —Vincent
“Yeah, no thinking about work today. Or we’ll come over there and kick your ass” —Milo
“Hey…sorry i’m late” —Blake
“Do I look like i care??” —Blake
“I’m a grown ass man” —Milo
“I DON’T whimper…” —Damien
“You know what we do to…Bad Boyss around here—💀💀💀” —Guy
“Did I really just get drive by kink shamed??!” —Asher
“Awweee poor baby” —Asher
“Keep it in your pants you two. I already mopped this morning😒” —David
“…boop” —Sam
“I don’t want this for you baby” —Milo
“Boot Licker” —Milo
“I’ll always find you” —Avior
“Wexler, Greer is causing problems at the west entrance” — That One Guard😭
“That wasn’t rhetorical. Answer me” —Imp!Damien
“I love you more than human words can convey” —Gavin
“Yes baby” —Gavin
“Ruth Holland are you here? Hello? Hello?” —Milo
“Fuck, bounce on my fucking dick” — Guy
“Moan. They moaned. You moaned.” — Geordi
“Pfftttt hahaha- Okay— WuHwuhWwaA—” — Guy
“This isn’t happening!!” — Ivan
“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” — Alexis
“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” — Milo
“Bad. Worse. Better.” — Vincent
“Go kick that ass….champ? Oh God-” — Lasko
“No can do baby” -Huxley
“I’m just fucking with you” — Sam Collins
“I needa stop saying fuck. Fuck. Sorry. And i needa stop saying sorry. fuck. sorry. FUCK i mean FUCK so— oh fuck😭 Oh my god i am such an idiot” — Lasko
“I wanna touch” — Stranger/Caller/John..?
“Fuck! Fuck me—” — Lasko Moore
“Can I cum on you?” — Milo Greer
“I am not gonna have ants runnin round my house cause of you😭” — Sam Collins
“It is not funny, you FUCK” — Milo Greer
“I’ll spank your ass brat. Not like it’d be the first time. Or the last.” — Milo Greer
“You’ll be safe” — Blake
“Well of course it’s gaudy. I made it” — Gavin
“Shit Darlin. You really weren’t gonna say anything about this?” — Sam Collins
“It’s all good” — Huxley
“I hate to make a guy lose his fuckin’ noodles” — Milo Greer
“Where do you want these fangs baby?” — Sam Collins
(I will be updating this list when i find/remember new ones😊)
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zvdvdlvr · 8 months
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i’ve been rewatching ncis lately and was wondering if you go do some fluff for ziva x reader? maybe a little bit of angst idk sorry i don’t have anything specific 😭😭 but i absolutely love your page and your writing!!!!
⎯ ❝ what i want to hear ❞ | ziva david
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✰ - synopsis :: ziva messes up and needs to apologize to her beloved girlfriend.
✰ - warnings :: female reader, reader is gibbs’s daughter, r doesn’t work at ncis, angst to fluff >:p
✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry abt photos i cant really find any that mach the aesthetic i was going for.
“Please, y/n, for all of us: take Ziva back,” Tony pleaded, on the phone. “She keeps looking at the phone and is all nervous and keeps looking up whenever the elevator dings. I’m actually begging you right now to answer her calls.”
McGee nodded from his desk. “It’s even got Giibbs a little worried.”
Your sigh crackled through the phone. “No. I see no point. If she truly feels remorse for what she said, she’ll tell me in person.”
Tony whined and leaned back on his chair, frustrated with both of his best friends.
“I have to go because unlike you, I do my job,” y/n quipped. “I’ll talk to you, Tim, and Jethro later. Bye!”
Tim and Tony echoed their goodbyes and hung up. Ziva had her hands on her head and was clearly thinking back to the conversation from about 24 hours ago.
“You okay over there Ziva?” McNosy asked from his desk.
“I do not know why she is upset! I answered her question and now she is upset at me!” Ziva burst out, her eyes getting that ’I love her but how the hell do I fix this’ look.
“Sometimes you just gotta tell ‘em what makes ‘em happy,” Tony shrugged.
Nodding, Tim agreed. “For the first time in his life Tony’s right. Tonight go pick up some flowers and sit down with y/n and apologize for what you said.”
“I just told her the truth!” Ziva defended.
Gibbs scoffed as he rounded the corner. “If I know my kid, David, you better tell her what she wants to hear before she pulls the cold shoulder.”
Sighing, Ziva went back to typing reports on her computer while thinking about what she would say to you tonight. She knew the guys were right, she had to tell you want you wanted to hear.
𓇽 - time skip
“Hello my love,” Ziva greeted from the table of your apartment.
You shrugged your coat of without looking her way.
“y/n, please hear me when I say that I’m sorry for what I said.”
Once again, you don’t acknowledge her as you turn to the fridge to grab the pasta that Rossi had given you on your most recent visit. You scoop some spaghetti into a bowl and place it into the microwave.
“I realize now that what I said hurt you and I’m willing to make up for what I said,” Ziva spoke. She wrapped her arms around your stomach and leaned into your back.
“So then say it, Ziva,” you say quietly.
“I… I would love you as a worm. I would make a little container with soil and leaves and flowers you like and carry you around with me everywhere. I’d love you if you were a moth, black widow, pirhannah, australian hissing cockroach, or a rabid wolf. I promise.” Ziva’s words were like the most beautiful song you’d ever head, playing your heartstrings like a cowboy playing a harmonica.
“You, Ziva David, are a goddamn sap,” you coo, turning in her arms to embrace her. “I love you too. I’d make a greenhouse just for you if you were a worm.”
Ziva laughed and pressed kisses up and down y/n’s neck. “I do not doubt that, my love.”
As Ziva clung to y/n, a dopey smile pulled at her lips. She really did love this woman… even if she became a worm.
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kingkatsuki · 1 year
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you are a whole ass weirdo for blocking people out of nowhere for not REBLOGGING your stuff 😭😭😭 you are one of the most popular blogs in the whole mha fandom, you gotta be kidding you don't even lack the reach or the platform, i didn't peg you for being this interaction hungry
Hihihi! You’re clearly very upset that I’ve blocked you for not supporting content creators by reblogging their fics. I’m really sorry that you won’t be able to be a silent follower anymore, but maybe you can check out my ao3 instead if you just want to silently consume content without clicking any buttons.
The reason why I block people who don’t reblog fanfics (as I’ve mentioned a million times before it doesn’t have to be my fanfics, doesn’t even have to be bnha fandom) is because you bring absolutely nothing to fandom or the fandom community. There’s no point you following me, so I just block you to make myself more comfortable.
The people I’ve blocked for being blank blogs or not reblogging content that have messaged me have all been unblocked after supporting writers/artists. And honestly most of them have never reblogged any of my fics, and I’m okay with that… because they’re supporting someone.
There’s gotta be someone on this website that you hold above all else, that whenever they post they put a smile on your face? That bring you comfort when you’re having a bad day? That you actively look at their page first, like a morning newspaper or you think of randomly throughout the day like “oh, this was in ____’s fic,” … you don’t even want to support your most favourite author/artist?
It’s nothing to do with my “reach” or my “platform”. I’m a nerdy woman who reads and writes fanfic in my spare time, not David Attenborough. But regardless of whether I have 1 follower or 100,000 followers I, like every other creator that posts their stuff online (musicians, artists, writers, even fucking tiktokers) want feedback on my work! Even if it’s just an empty reblog or a quick comment “that was great” “good job” it means so much more than a like on a fic.
We’ve spoken about this before on tumblr but the like to reblog ratios on fanfics (and other content) is laughable. A fic with 5000 notes might only have 200 reblogs and 5 comments, and the lack of feedback will result in the creator wondering if it was even worth posting, if it’s even worth them posting again.
This is the reason why people stop creating, and it’s not just in the fanfic community. What do you think happens when your favourite musicians music flops, or your favourite TV show doesn’t bring in the ratings? People stop making, they stop producing. It’s the same shit with fanfics.
The fanfiction that you’re so mindlessly consuming takes time and effort. There’s a real person behind the screen gifting you their piece of art for free, and you don’t have time to click a button?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to say it. I’m incredibly lucky I have the friends and followers that I do on this website, people that comment on my fics and reblog with the loveliest tags. Even the ones that are too shy to interact with me, I see your usernames in my notifs whenever you reblog something. But I know a lot of friends and followers do not get that same luxury, there are writers who pour their heart and soul into writing on here and get no likes, no reblogs and no comments. But people like you are reading and enjoying their fics.
How many times have you wished you got a part two to a fic? Or a new fic from an author who stopped writing? I know for people like you it’s easy to click out and just find something else to read, but I’ve lost some of my favourite authors on here because people like you won’t even click a button.
I deserve interaction, all the other creators on here deserve interaction.
TL;DR — You’re selfish, and I don’t want you following me💕
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ladylooch · 25 days
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Take What You Need - [Mack X David]
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A/N: Idk if you all are ready. But here we are. I would like to thank Starbucks for their gracious hosting of me while my internet tried to cockblock Mack and David harder than Lucie and Con. And I would like to thank my vanilla oat milk latte for helping me power through. Also, I can’t post this without thanking the bestest of the besties @casualhilarity. I’d be lost in this world without you 😭 This one is for you!
Enjoy 6.7k words of Mackenzie Hischier and David Carlson finally giving in.
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Mack’s eye open as the wheels of the Airbus A340-300 slap down on the tarmac at JFK. The roar from the massive plane breaking on the asphalt roars through her audiobook as she blinks away her dreamless sleep. 
“On behalf of our flight crew at Swiss Air, we are excited to be the first ones to welcome you to New York City…”
Mack stretches her neck, looking over at the woman next to her, still engrossed with her book. To the left, Mack can see the skyline outlining the metropolis she calls home for now. Her eyes scan over the buildings as she bites her lip.
Good to be home, she murmurs internally. 
Good to be back in the place she went running from two weeks ago. 
14 days ago to the day, she laid awake at Lucie’s unable to stop thinking about the mustached man tucked away in his apartment. She kept tossing and turning, trying to decide what she wanted to do with David Carlson and his insistent proposition. When no clear decision came to her, Mack did what she does best and dove into work. An opportunity had been in her inbox in the morning and she jumped to take it. It just happened to be in Switzerland. Perplexingly, Mack hasn’t heard from David since that night either. No cheeky texts. No general inquires. Nothing. Nt even when she has been missing from Stella’s dance recital. Mack had talked to Lucie a few days ago, but she didn’t bring up David or if he was asking about her either. 
Fine. She didn’t care anyway. I guess that tells her more about her answer than any forced proximity or space would. She isn’t interested. Next time she sees him, her answer will be a firm and resounding no.
“Ms. Hischier, always a joy to have you on board.” One of the pilots, Bruno, nods in greeting when Mack gets to the plane door. “We hope to see you again soon on Swiss Air.” This personal treatment always happens on this airline, dating back to when she was a kid and her dad had a partnership deal with them. She remembers getting a pair of clip on wings every flight to and from Switzerland while hanging from her mom’s hand. 
“I’m sure you will.” She jokes. “Thanks for the smooth flight.” 
Mack turns out of the plane, ready to begin her long journey home. She glides through customs easily with her global entry and dual citizenship, thanks mom and dad, then rushes to grab her bag from the baggage carousel. When she finds the sleek black case, she hoists it off. With the wheels spinning next to her, she hails a cab, then nestles in for her ride home. She tips the driver, then smiles at Ron, her doorman, coming down the stairs to open the door for her.
“Back sooner than usual, Ms. Hischier.” Ron greets her.
“Work trip, so not much family time.” She is more than capable of carrying her bag up the stairs, but every time he insists for her. He grabs the door, twirling the handle of her suitcase back to her.
“You should stop by the desk before you head up. There is a delivery for you.” The delivery in question is visible from the door. A beautiful vase of hydrangeas, roses and lilies in various shades of pink has a card peaking out from the top. She knows who they are from before she even reads the note. 
Sorry we missed you, Mackie! Hope these brighten your other home for you. We love you! 
See you next month. Love, Mom and Dad.
Mack smiles, snapping a picture and sending it off to the two people she didn’t get to see when she was home. Lexi and Nico had a pre-scheduled Mediterranean vacation. They tried to come home early when they heard she was in Switzerland. Mack had thrown a fit, insisting they couldn’t possibly change plans because of her. Her parents rarely get time away from Switzerland. The would surly be in New York again soon to visit. She would see them, apparently, in a month.
Tiredly, Mack goes upstairs, unlocking her apartment and falling into bed face down. She curls into her pillow, the sheets she washed before she left. She knows she should get up, not give in to the sleep whispering seductively in her brain, but she can’t help it. Her bed is too welcoming. She falls asleep curled into a comma on top of her comforter. it is dark outside when she wakes up.
“Shit.” She moans to herself, smacking her face with her palm. She is going to be up all night. She grabs her phone, scanning through her texts. There is one from her parents, a picture of them drinking umbrella drinks on a rooftop overlooking the sea. The others are from her older sister, asking if she is still coming over for dinner tonight.
I hate when you do this 🙄 Tacos are at 6. Let me know if you aren’t coming so I don’t worry.
Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m on my way.
It’s 5:38. She should be able to make it on time for dinner.
When Mack walks out of the elevator on Connor and Lucie’s floor, her heart begins to pound excitedly at the person standing outside of their door. Stella Wood is wrapped around David’s leg, begging him not to go. All the pretending that Mack doesn’t want the man in front of her evaporates. As if she hasn’t been gone for two weeks, Mack’s internal turmoil begins to churn where it left off. She longs to touch him even with the knowledge that they can’t be so forward about such things in front of present company. If they were alone, she would run her fingers through his black hair and lean in slightly to kiss him, knowing he would go most of the way of her.
“Stelly, I gotta. I’m meeting a friend.” David pats the young girl’s hair lovingly with his palm.
“You’re so secretive about this friend.” Connor jokes as Mack gets closer. Her stomach tightens then swirls. The recklessness of such a reaction has Mack’s steps faltering. Friend? What friend. David and Connor glance over to Mack as they hear her footsteps swipe along the carpet. David grins at her, making Mack’s chest even tighter.
“Welcome home.” David murmurs as she comes to a stop to his right. He looks so handsome and sexy. He is dressed in a pair of nice, worn in jeans. There is a bulge in his back pocket where his wallet rests. A dark wool coat drapes over his big shoulders while underneath is a waffled, cream sweater. On his feet brown dress boots are tied tightly, looking new and rarely worn.
“Thanks.” 
“You fell asleep?” Connor asks.
“Yeah.”
“You’re fucked.”
“Yeah, I know. I travel internationally more than you, bud.” She pats Connor’s arm as she walks between the boys and into the apartment. Mack withstands the urge to inhale David’s scent as she does.
“That is why she is my least favorite sister in law.” Connor jokes to David.
“Ha-ha.” Mack shoves Connor’s ass with her Ugg boot. 
“So who is this friend?” Connor asks David again, clearly not wanting to let it go. Mack glances at David who is staring beyond his teammate at her.
“Just a friend from home.” He says. He licks his lips, then pulls his gaze off Mack as she walks away to say hi to her niece. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, David! Keep my husband in line on the road!” Lucie yells from the kitchen.
“Luc, I don’t think you know what you ask of me.” David calls back to her.
“Dude.” Connor snaps, slapping David’s stomach. “Tell her the truth.”
“He is lame as hell.” David confirms.
“Yeah, baby, I’m lame as hell.” Connor repeats.
“I’m sure you are.” Lucie nods. David tosses another wave to the group then leaves. Slight disappointment, scratches at Mack’s eyes. “Hi Mackie.” Lucie opens her arms for her sister. Mack curls into her, wanting to lay on her shoulder for a minute. “Oh, she so sleepy. Did you miss mom and dad on your trip? Apparently they are in Greece?” Lucie pets her hair for a moment.
“Yeah, I missed them by a day.”
“Mack.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “You could have stayed another day to say hi.”
“I could have.” Mack nods, reaching into the shredded cheese bowl and grabbing a pinch to eat. “But I know they’ll be here soon anyway. Apparently in a month?”
“You and I are not the same.”
“Nope.” Mack sighs. “Do you need help?”
“Can you bring all the toppings to the table?” Mack nods. “Stell, please go wash your hands. Bring your daddy too!” 
The rest of the night is spent munching on tacos, talking about Mack’s travel, and Connor’s upcoming road trip. Then they each have a homemade cookie, ice cream sandwich, with sprinkles wrapped around the ice cream filling. Lucie made them and wants everyone’s honest feedback. They all agree, even picky Stella, they are a 10! 
“Is David back from his date yet? He should come try one.”
“He says it wasn’t a date.” Connor shrugs.
“Then why is he so weird about who it was with?”
“I don’t know. He is kinda weird about his Iowa life.” Connor mumbles. “Probably because big city women don’t get it.” 
“I apologized.” Mack snips. 
“He really appreciated it.” Connor says sincerely. Mack knows that. She can still feel his lips on hers weeks later. “I’ll text him babe.” Connor says to Lucie. “What do you want to watch?”
“You two pick. I’m going to get Stell ready for bed.”
Mack takes the remote from Connor, who seems more interested in watching reels to pick an actual movie or show to watch. A knock sounds at the door as she is reading the summary of a documentary on the Ocean.
“No, I don’t wanna learn.” Connor instantly nixes what is on the screen as he stands up.
“You’ve never learned a thing in your life.” Mack snorts. Connor opens the door. 
“See.. this… right here, Mack.” He snaps her fingers to get her attention. She looks over her shoulder, then startles a bit at seeing David with a 12 pack of Modelo. “This is a good friend.”
“Cause he brings beer?” Mack laughs. “Your standards are impossibly low, Wood.” 
“And yet I bagged your sister.”
“Yes, because her standards are impossibly low.” 
“Says the girl no one is good enough for.” David murmurs, then drops a bottle of beer over her right shoulder. 
“I need a bottle opener.” David takes the bottle back, cracks the top open with the ring on his right hand, then hands it back to her. “Here, princess.” He is in a mood. Mack furrows her eyebrows, watching as he plops down on the couch next to her. He tips the bottle back, gluing down half of it.
“Dude, what is up?” Connor asks, sensing the angst in his teammate like Mack.
“Dinner didn’t go well.” 
“She wouldn’t come back to your place?” Connor moves into the kitchen with the rest of the beer.
“It wasn’t with a she.” David rolls his eyes. “It was with my shithead brother.”
“Which one?”
“Exactly.” David scoffs, slumping down more on the couch. He widens his thighs farther apart, jiggling his left foot anxiously. Connor continues to put beer away in the fridge. Mack observes David’s down posture, hating the way he looks so frustrated and deflated. 
“What happened?” She asks quietly to David. He turns to look at her. His eyes scour over her face, almost like he is trying to decide if he trusts her. Then he sighs and looks away.
“He asked me for money. And a lawyer. That’s all he ever wants from me.” He mutters, shaking his head again. Mack remembers her conversation with Lucie in the bathroom before the mentor’s trip. How his brothers both have significant issues and use David for what they want.
“I’m sorry.” She says sincerely, a deep frown pulling her mouth down. He looks over at her again, licking his lips. Lucie calls Connor from Stella’s room. Mack and David are quiet as he goes to join his girls down the hall.
“You go to Switzerland to get out of giving me an answer?” David immediately changes the subject when Connor is gone.
“No.” She answers anxiously. Neither of them are convinced.
“Blink if it’s yes.” He grins at her.
“Oh shut up.” She rolls her eyes, pushing his thigh with her foot. He captures it in his hand, holding it hostage. His fingers on her has her heartbeat pounding in her ribs. So much for firmly saying no to this man. God, what is happening to her? 
“Don’t blink, baby.” His voice lowers, getting husky around the edges as he devours her with his eyes. That’s what is happening to her. His pull is too strong for her to overcome. Mack’s lashes flutter from the heat and need she instantly feels building in her core 
“Mackncheeeee.” He sing-songs, holding the vowel at the end of her nickname. He leans over and nips right behind her ear. 
“Oh my god.” She startles, then shoves him back into his spot. The both notice how her fingers stay curled into his cream sweater, like she can’t decide if she wants him to stay there or pull him back over to her. One by one, she releases them, then puts her hand on her own chest.
“I’m going to make an excuse to leave and go back to my place. Meet me down there.” He reaches out, cupping her cheek. Mack turns into his touch. This lingering decision cannot be put off any more. Her eyes hesitantly reach his. He wants her. His green eyes burn with liquified fire for her. Mack chews her bottom lip as David finish his beer, then stands. He tosses his bottle in the recycling bin, then goes down to say goodbye to Connor and Lucie. He goes back to the freezer, grabbing an ice cream sandwich that Mack is sure Lucie insisted he needed to take.
He comes into the living room again, stroking along Mack’s cheek before he teases her lips with his. His thumb traces down the center of her throat as their eyes stare. Then, without any confirmation that she is coming, David leaves. Mack’s whole body stays still. She tentatively breathes, mind running a million miles an hour. She closes her eyes, swallowing hard, then opens them when Lucie and Connor come down the hall together. 
“What are we watching?” Her sister wonders.
“Um, I actually have to go.”
“Oh, are you okay?” Lucie asks. Mack nods her head.
“Do you need some water or-”
“No. I just need to go.” Mack insists, standing up.
“Are you okay to go by yourself? Connor, walk her-“
“No. I’m good.” Mack nods, then gives a faint smile. 
After rushed goodbyes, Mack’s back hits the steel of the elevator. The box descends. She waits for the door to open on David’s floor. She pauses in the doorway, licking her lips, so nervous for what she is about to do. Then she shakes her head, turning to the left, walking down to the one with the 4 numbers of his unit beside it. She stares at the grey door, imagining him tucked behind it, waiting for her. A shiver of pleasure zig-zags from her scalp to her toes. She raises her hand and knocks. His soft footsteps come closer to the door. She looks down at her boots. The lock flips. She raises her gaze and meets his head on. 
David slowly opens the door, then leans his shoulder against it. He cocks an eyebrow at Mack. 
Leap! Her need roars. So she does.
“Yes.” She whispers. His second eyebrow dashes up, his mouth drops a little open. 
“Say it again.” He demands.
“Yes.” Mack says more forcefully, then she stuffs the last remaining shred of doubt down deep into her stomach for another time.
Mack shoves David back into his apartment with two palms on his chest. David barely gets the door shut behind her, their mouths attacking each other. As she pushes him farther back, he wraps his arms around her. Mack places his back against the opposite wall, near his living room. She loosens her grip now that she has the leverage of the wall.  David takes advantage of the opportunity to twirl her, then pin her against the wall with his hips. 
His hands slide down to grab her wrists, bringing them up by her head and pinning them there. She moans into his mouth. He loosens his grip in response, moving his hands around her waist again to eagerly pull her flush against him. She brings her hands to his hair and shoulder. His hands glide from her waist to connect with the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up. Mack clings to him like she did a few weeks ago, unable to get close enough to his heat.
They roll down the hallway to, presumably, his bedroom. Mack has never been here and as much as she wants to look around, she wants him to fuck her more. She reaches down, between their abdomens, rolling her hips back so it will fit. His hands on her ass dig in, wanting to keep her close. He lowers her a bit, letting the apex of her thighs hit the hard erection she was working towards. Mack shudders at how large he feels. She knows, without even seeing it, he will be the biggest she has ever had. David must sense her hesitation.
“I’ll make it good, honey. I know how to use it.” He murmurs. His tone is the sexiest and sweetest elixir of temptation. 
Into his bedroom, David strides. Mack pulls back from him, looking down at his face. He smiles at her. She smiles back, then purses her lips, feeling excited flutters assault the walls of her stomach. His palms let her legs slide down until her feet touch the floor again. She steps to the left, he turns to follow her, his back towards the bed. She forces him down, standing triumphantly between his spread thighs. Teasingly, she pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving her in the lace bralette she put on just in case. David’s green eyes feast on her as she loses that too. It falls to the floor. She pauses, nodding at him to take something off. He sheds his sweater fast, exposing an incredible body, taut from hockey and farming. Fuck, he is so hot. It makes Mack’s brain dizzy and her pussy clench around a frustrating emptiness.
David’s fingers wander to the belt on his jeans, opening it up. He pops the button and zipper down too, almost looking relieved to not have his dick confined so tightly anymore. He lifts his hips, working them to his ankles. Mack leans forward, putting a palm on his abdomen, scraping her nails down the hard ridges until she gets to the Calvin Klein waistband. Her fingers grip the white elastic, then tug. She watches with glittering eyes as his cock springs free. She inhales heavily. David watches her with such intensity, like he can know every thought of hers if he doesn't take his eyes off her face. She bites her lip, swarming butterflies filling her stomach with anticipation of having him buried deep inside of her soaked core. Her pussy flutters again then she backs up as David sits up. HE presses his mouth to her abdomen.
“Wanna see you.” He murmurs, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and tugging down. He brings her panties with, practically sneering at the wet trail down Mack’s thighs from how drenched she is. “So wet for me.” He mumbles. “Been wondering how you taste here.” 
His fingers slide through insistently, confidently, like he’s been there hundreds of times. Mack can’t help but wondering if he has in his mind. All the times he touched himself to the thought of her. She spreads her thighs wider, swaying forward when he rolls her clit once. David’s hand goes around to her back and he forces her more forward until she falls. Her palms hit the bed, catching her momentum as he explores her folds with his more dominant hand.
His fingers play with her slickness, gathering more from her entrance and spreading it against her clit. Mack moans urgently. David grabs the back of her thigh, then glides his fingers down to her knee, lifting. He maneuvers out from between her legs, then gets on his knees behind her. Mack’s eyebrows furrow, she is about to ask him where he is going with this when she feels his mouth against her folds. She jolts forward. He brings a hand up to her hip to steady her. Mack arches into his tongue swimming through her folds, on it’s way to her clit.
“Holy.” Mack squeaks. This is far from Mack’s first time, but the way he sucks her clit brings new sensations to her core. She falls a bit more forward, gripping the sheets in front of her. “Oh…” She says again. She starts saying words before she even has time to think of them, completely uninhibited squeals streaming from her lips. 
David devours her pussy like it’s his favorite meal and he’s been starved for days. His tongue does a majority or the stroking and building. Then he goes in for the kill, sucking her sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling and prodding, until Mack’s legs and arms start to shake. She comes hard, wetness dripping down from her entrance and collecting on his chin. In thirty seconds, he has ripped her first orgasm from deep in her core. 
Mack blinks rapidly, trying to catch her breath. She looks down at her hands fisting the comforter, trying to release them but she can’t. That’s when she realizes she is still coming. She jolts against his face again. His nose bumps her clit as he kisses his way out from between her thighs.
Once will not be enough with him. Any hope of that is dashed.
“You taste so good for me.” He murmurs. “Sweet and desperate. You been desperate for me, Mack?” She swallows hard, closing her eyes and nodding. “Never thought I’d see you speechless.”
“I-I- Oh.” She finished with a profound moan as he glides a finger into her entrance. She clenches around it desperately. 
“Need me so bad, huh, honey? Need this cock to split you open?” His filthy words has her collapsing forward, losing the battle of staying upright. David taps her hip. “Lay on your back.” Mack rolls compliantly. He climbs onto the bed beside her, long hard cock bouncing with each of his movements. Mack reaches for it.
“Not yet. Trust me, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her. She can taste herself on him, melting into the bed as he swipes along her right nipple. His lips coast along hers, dropping lazy and wet smooches. Mack moans loudly as his fingers glide over her soaked folds, rolling her clit gently, careful not to overstimulate her, then fills her entrance with them. “Those skinny Swiss boys you hook up with make you feel like this? Heard that’s your type.”
“No.” Mack chokes.
“Didn’t think so. You need to be fucked by a real man.” He lays on his side next to her, playing between her legs like he has all day to pleasure her. “Didn’t think I could take care of you babe?” He stuffs a third finger in. Mack gasps, feeling the stretch. “This is how big I am.” He coos to her. Mack gets wetter, they both feel it. He grins, kissing her neck. “My needy girl. Show me you can take this cock.” He begins thrusting harder into her. Mack’s hips shift up, searching for more. He stretches his fingers, then curls the pad of his middle one up to circle her velvet button.
“C-close, Davi-d…”
“Yeah you fucking are. Let go for me, honey.” Mack’s whole body tenses, legs shaking violently on his sheets.
“Oh fuck.” Mack groans, jolting forward as a second, harder orgasm grips her. She turns on her hip towards David, thrusting down onto his hand. Her thigh hits his hip. He pulls her close. She can feel his dick against her other leg as she shakes. Her whole body seems to grip his fingers, pulling them deeper.
“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.” Mack groans as she goes limp when her orgasm completely releases. Her limbs have turned to gelatin. She no longer can speak, barely breathing, and he hasn’t even put himself inside of her yet. While Mack recovers, David kisses along her face for a few more moments, taking the limited breath she is capable of breathing right now. Then he rolls away from her. Mack closes her eyes, trying to refocus. 
David reaches to his bedside table. He grabs a foiled condom, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his shaft. Mack watches, lip folded between her teeth. He didn’t even ask. He just did it out of respect for her, not putting her in the awkward position to say yes and then watch how disappointed he is at her answer. At least in her previous experience.
“Ready for one last ride, baby?”
“Wha-?”
Suddenly, David has her on top of him. She looks down anxiously, feeling how unsteady her legs and core already are. Her muscles still shake. There is no way she has the strength for this. 
“David, I can’t…” 
“Shhhhh baby, you think I’m gonna make you work now?” He chuckles lowly at her confusion, plants his feet flat on the mattress and grips her hips in both hands, “I got you baby.”
He glides her carefully down his cock. The stretch is a pinch, even with his fingers preparing her, it stings for a few moments. He rocks her forward and back, getting her comfortable, watching her face. Her moan croaks from her chest when the pinch turns to raw pleasure. Mack jolts forward as David thrusts up into her, hands scrabbling on his chest to hold herself up as he fucks deep up inside her, hitting her spot with every thrust.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Mack hears herself moaning. “Oh fuck. Oh mygOD.” She cries out. “Don’t stop.” She bites down hard on his shoulder. David moans loudly at the pain.
“Feel so fucking good for me, Mackenzie. Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You like big cock, huh?”
“Yes! Yes!” Mack yells back. “David, I’m… oh shit…” Mack feels the creamy release of the most intense orgasm of her life slide down his latex wrapped shaft, collecting on his balls and making a mess between her thighs. David enjoys the feeling of her coming undone on his cock. She clenches down tighter. This spurs him on more as his jerky thrusts chase his own white hot release. He falls into it seconds later, turning his face into her hair, moaning her name desperately, holding her to him like she’s his only tie to this planet.
David reaches around Mack’s spent body. He grips the latex at the bottom of his shaft, then gently eases out of her. Mack whimpers at how empty she feels without him, pressing her face deeper into his neck. His head and shoulder lean down as an attempt to hug her head.
“You okay, pretty girl?” Mack nods, then kisses his throat. He hums in appreciation of her gesture. “I’m going to take care of this okay?”
“No. Not yet.” She whispers.
The second his skin moves from hers, reality is going to begin to descend- what they just did, how he made her feel, the things they said to each other. It’s going to be a cold bath of the truth Mack isn’t ready. She wants to stay here for hours until she can memorize every part of what they just experienced. David kisses her forehead, feathering his fingers over her spine.
This continues for several more minutes of quiet contentment. Then, when the reality of a leaking mess is close, he moves her to the side, off his chest. His hand runs the length of her body. After, he struts to the bathroom, holding the latex tight to his softening form.
Mack rolls to her back, trying to put words to what she feels. Before this moment, sex had always been so transactional. You help me, I help you. We feel someone else’s touch besides our own and go our separate ways. Never has it felt like that. She never craved sex before. She liked it, had fun plenty of times, but it was never an all consuming fuckfest focused on her pleasure.
Mack hears the shower turn on in the adjoining bathroom. Apparently he is a shower after sex kinda guy. For some reason, that really bothers Mack. She wants to go home smelling like him and he can’t wait to wash her off? She sits up, glancing around for her clothes. She avoids David’s gaze as he comes out of the bathroom. She is trying to decide how to get off the bed without smearing what is on her thighs across the sheets when David comes over, holding a hand out to her. She takes it and he pulls her up, putting an arm under her knees. He carries her into the bathroom then delicately puts her feet on the bath rug, mirroring before. He lets her test her weight on her legs. They both see how she is basically Ariel coming out of the sea for the first time, so he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist as he test the temperature of the water.
For once, Mack and David are quiet within each other’s presence. David washes her hair and skin, sudsing her up with no hidden agenda, taking care of her worn out body. She holds onto his back or hip or stomach the entire time, needing to be close to him as he attentively loves on her body. When they are both clean, David pulls her into his chest, turning so her back is hitting the steam, but her face remains out. He presses his mouth to the top of her head, swaying them gently. Mack could fall asleep right here with him in this warm and comfortable cocoon. 
“Done?” He murmurs a few moments later. Mack nods. They step out together. David wraps her up in a fluffy towel. “I don’t really… have any um, lotion or anything?” He says, but brings out what he does. She sees CeraVe daily moisturizer and figures that is enough for now. He watches her smooth it out on her cheeks. She holds up some extra on her fingers. 
“You need some?” 
“Mhm.” He murmurs, presenting his face at her. While she works it over his skin, he makes funny faces at her. She chuckles. His eyes are closed, so he uses her hips as a steadying anchor for him. 
“All done.” She tells him, rubbing the rest into her hands. 
“Am I as pretty as you now?” Mack blushes. 
“Close.” David nibbles at his mustache as he looks at her intently. Mack looks away, seeing so many emotions and words that it is too early to talk about. They walk together into his bedroom. Mack glances at her clothes again, then walks over to where her shirt is. 
“Don’t you dare. We sleep naked in this house.” The question hangs in the air. Is she staying? Or is she going? To both of their surprise, Mack drops the towel and gets back into the sheets they ruined earlier in the evening. David slides in next to her and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. “Are you comfortable?” He asks her.
“I usually sleep on my right side.” She is currently on her left. She didn’t want to turn her back to him immediately, feeling that was rude. He lifts the covers so she can roll. She does, then nuzzles her bare backside into his bare front. She closes her eyes, feeling his cock stir against her still puffy lips. She is going to be sore in the morning.
David holds her tight to his chest. Mack trails her nails over his forearm, feeling the heaviness of her eyes. She thought she would be up all night. 
Luckily, David found the solution to her jet-lag.
- - - 
In her dream, Mack is wrapped up in a cozy blanket at her parents cabin in the Swiss mountains. The fireplace pops in front of her as she wiggles her way deeper into the warmth of the fluff. A bit of sweat is forming at her hairline, but the comfortable feeling outweighs everything else. Someone is under the blanket with her. She can’t tell who in her dream, but his light breathing tickles her hair as she looks out at the falling snow. 
Her eyes suddenly get lighter and pop open. Gone is the Swiss snow and in it’s please is a room she has never seen before. Was this the dream instead? She inhales, then stiffens in the heavy arms wrapped under and around her. What the-
“Don’t get weird on me, Hischier.” David mumbles sleepily behind her. The rush of memory crashes into her. Their lips and the desperation and the steamy connection. Mack gets warm instantly, inhaling heavily, but relaxes into his body. She brings her arm out of the covers, hoping to release some of the furnace under the blankets with them. Damn, he is burning hot behind her.
He runs his finger tips along her arm, easing forward to kiss her shoulder. Mack sighs, pressing her hips back into his. She can feel his sold length pressing into her cheeks, then the awareness of a dull ache between her legs. Despite that, her nipples tighten as David continues to gently stroke her skin. Her hips instinctively press back into him more, giving David all the approvals for a playful morning.
From her arm, his fingers glide across her chest, playing with each nipple until they are aching point, sending pleasureful need to her throbbing clit. His fingers work there way there soon. Mack spreads her legs eagerly for him, pressing down into his touch.
“You like helping.” He mumbles gruffly. His rough voice coated in sleep makes her wetter. She loves the idea of being the first thing he has in the morning.
David’s fingers continue their lazy wander, working her up. He alternates between thumbing her nipples and rolling her clit with two fingers. Then he does both, catching Mack’s head in his shoulder as she moans.
“Needed a real man to touch you, hmm? Never felt like this before have you? Practically coming the second I touch you.” She nods. Then he moves south, the pain of his finger tip circling her sore entrance is too much for her to work though.
“I-I’m too sore for that.” She murmurs regretfully. He backs off immediately.
“S’okay, honey. You’ll get used to me.” He kisses her neck softly. His fingers glide up her slickness to rest against her clit again. “This okay?” He asks. She nods eagerly. He rolls the pads over her, taking his time so he can memorize every curve and place that makes Mack press harder against his firm cock. He settles himself slightly between her cheeks, then rubs her to her morning bliss. She comes with a soft cry of his name, so much gentler than last night. He finishes her off with a kiss on the back of her neck. Her eyes are closed, but she brings her hand around to his hip, holding him while she recovers.
Mack feels more than hears David get out of bed. She turns, surprised.
“As much as I want to do that about three more times, I’ve gotta get going.” He tells her questioning look. He walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. When he comes back, Mack is waiting for an answer. “I’m heading to practice, then we are heading on the road immediately after.”
“Oh. Yeah.” She remembers. She lays back into her pillow, yawning.
“You even do that cute.” He chuckles. Mack smiles at him, but has to roll her eyes too. Now he’s just sucking up.
Mack watches him get ready, stuffing down the disappointment she feels at him disappearing from New York for a few days. She wants to ask him when he will be back, but she doesn’t want to appear desperate. Well, any more than she already has in the past 12 hours. After putting a suit on, he goes back into the bathroom then emerges with a travel bag. He tosses it into the duffle bag on a chair by the door, then zips it up. Mack can see the LV on the black leather from here. It surprises her. She wouldn’t pick David for a designer kind of guy. 
He comes over to her side of the bed, putting his palms on either side of her to lock her in place. She drinks him in, admiring the complimentary tailoring of his green suit. It makes his eyes look like exploding emeralds, especially in the morning light filtering in. His black tie swings down by her chest. She grips it, tugging him down inch by slow inch with the silky fabric.
“There is breakfast food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want. I do have milk if you want some oatmeal.” He quips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.” He goes the remaining distance without her help, kissing her. “Or bring you back to your place.”
“Most hook ups don’t do breakfast or drop offs.”
“Or sleep over.” He points out. He’s got Mack there. “You gonna hide from me when I get back?” Although his tone is light, there is a seriousness to his question.
“Maybe.” She smirks as she says it, wanting to keep this interaction light.
“Something tells me you’ll be back for more.” He moves his eyes down her body, drinking her in, all tangled up in his soft sheets. Mack rolls her eyes, ignoring how true that is. He burst apart her world and put it back together last night with him as the center of it.
“Something tells me you’ll still be interested even if I’m not.” She sits up, letting the blanket fall down to her lap, exposing her bare chest. He grins, leaning forward and tickling her nipple with his mustache. Mack breathes in deeply, then lets her head fall back towards the ceiling as he sucks it into his mouth. His nose traces over it too.
“I’ll see ya, honey.” He murmurs after kissing her breast tenderly. Then he stands up, full hard on displayed while he heads to his travel bag by the door. “I’ll leave the spare key on the counter for you.” He calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
“What? We are definitely not there yet.” Mack calls. He pops his head back in.
“No, but I’d appreciate it if you could lock my door when you leave.” Mack purses her lips together, dimples turning pink at her embarrassing assumption. She nods after clearing her throat awkwardly. 
“Yeah. I’ll do that.” 
“Thank you.” He murmurs, laughing heartily at her sheepish look.
Mack waits until she hears the apartment door close behind him. Then she collapses back into his bed, laughing loudly and excitedly. She can’t help but kick her feet too, rolling around a few times to get tangled up completely in the blankets like a burrito. The outside world peaks in from an opening in the curtains. She watches a few birds fly by the window. As they soar through the air, sun soaking their feathers, they tweet their greeting to her then continue on. 
Mack reaches out at them, content smile on her face, feeling as free as they are this morning.
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gyllenflower · 10 months
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Umm continuation of these characters hehe😭 I just have so many ideas for them. Also working on a David Loki request <3 Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes
warnings: SMUT 18+ , Infidelity, clit stimulation, fingering, some fluff
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Upstairs
Jake should’ve felt guilty, right?
Right?
So why did it feel so good? Why did he feel so happy?
When his wife got home from dinner, she didn’t greet either of you, just went upstairs to slip out of her work clothes and let down her hair. You made sure to put out candles and spray throughout the house. You were good at what you did, that was one thing you knew for sure.
That night, for dinner, you made steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. You all sat at the table, mostly in silence, except for the few moments Jake and you made conversation. His wife just typed away and scrolled at her phone as she ate.
Jake complimented your food and asked if your day was found okay.
“Perfect.” Was all you replied, nodding and smiling at him.
“Honey? How was your work day?” Jake asked his wife, patting his mouth with a napkin.
“Mhm. Fine.” Was all she said, not looking up from her phone and giving the smallest smile.
Very loving woman. You thought sarcastically.
Jake just looked at you with raised eyebrows, a silent “See” look was thrown your way. You understood what Jake was talking about. You never really noticed until he pointed it out.
“I’m gonna go shower.” She announced.
She walked away and left you and Jake in silence. Half of her plate was still left, so you took the plate in your hand and began walking to the kitchen. You turned at the doorway, facing Jake.
“You should try to go talk to her before she gets in, Jake.” You told him.
He looked up at you and then at the doorway his wife left through. He scooped up the last bits of his food on the plate and shoved it in his mouth. He grabbed his plate and got up towards you and put a hand on your shoulder, tugging you towards the kitchen,
“I’ll help you with dishes.” He said.
“Maybe you shouldn’t…” Your eyes darted at the doorway.
“She’s in the shower. She would never even know, she never comes down here at night.” He told you. “Plus. It’s just dishes.” He smirked at you and shrugged.
With the way he looked, you didn’t know if that’s all it would be.
His white long sleeve was rolled up at the elbows and he had grey sweatpants on. He had changed before his wife got home and you made sure to throw his clothes in the washer along with other laundry you had. You scraped the left over food into the trash and placed it on the counter.
“It was good. She’s just picky.” He chuckled.
You smiled at him, “Thank you. I didn’t take offense.”
You stood over the sink and scrubbed at the dirty dishes and rinsed them off. Jake stood next to you with a dry rag and cleaned them off. It was a comfortable silence, and Jake playfully grazed your finger with his, making the both of you chuckle and blush. There was definitely tension. Hours earlier you had made out with this man in the kitchen, and then you fucked him on the most expensive couch you’ve ever seen. Not to mention, in his wife’s home.
You didn’t miss his quick glances and little touches.
You dried your hands on a rag and Jake playfully splashed his hand towards your face, getting it wet. You gasped and threw the rag at his chest, then grabbed his hand to wipe your face on the back of his palm. He turned his hand and traced your lips with his fingers, making you close your eyes, admiring his touch. Your eyes snapped at the doorway.
“Listen.” He told you.
You both stayed silent. The faint sound of water running upstairs signaled she was still showering.
“She’s in the shower.” He reminded you, slower this time.
He trailed his lips to your jawline and kissed there, making you melt against him. You sighed in pleasure and your eyes fluttered shut. He kissed along your jaw, then made his way to your neck.
He brought his face to yours and glanced at your lips,
“That food was fucking good. Everything you do is so fucking good.” He complimented, inhaling your scent and kissing your neck.
“Yeah? Your wife doesn’t think so.” You smirked.
“Fuck what she thinks. You’re incredible.” He praised, pulling you closer to him by the back of your thigh. “C’mere.” He told you, kissing you sweetly. You heard the squeaking pipes upstairs as you and Jake kissed feverishly. His hands roamed your thighs and waist, making you push yourself against him. He moaned and brought one of his hands between your legs.
“I’m gonna make you cum. With her right upstairs, baby.” His voice was thick.
The nickname made you moan out and grab for his hair.
“Stay there.” He told you, his lips working on your neck again. He rubbed your pussy through the shorts you had on. “I love these shorts. When I make myself cum tonight,” He got close to your ear, “I’m gonna think about you in these shorts. Gonna think about you -“ He pressed your clit and circled, “and this pretty pussy,” He pulled your body flush to his and gently placed your head against his shoulder, “in these pretty fucking shorts.”
He was completely different from earlier. More rough and dominant. More bold.
He cradled you and you nodded your head against him as you panted in pleasure.
“Yes- make me cum with her upstairs - oh, fuck.” You moaned, burying your mouth against his shoulder. “Jake.”
“Moan my name again.” He demanded.
You obliged, moving your lips by his ear to moan his name again. You felt him shiver and his middle finger joined his index finger in rubbing your clit.
“You’re so much better than her. I bet you taste so much sweeter too. I didn’t get a taste earlier…” He smirked against your cheek.
He slipped his first and middle fingers inside of your shorts and rubbed them up and down your pussy, collecting the juices. You grabbed onto his shoulders and kissed his neck. He moaned softly when you did, looking above you two when he did. It was so risky. But he didn’t wanna stop.
He wasn’t going to, either.
He was ready to risk it all - to keep going, even if his wife walked in and caught you in the act. A smirk crept on his face at the thought, and he pulled his hand out of your shorts to taste the wetness he collected.
You whimpered against him and your eyes flicked to the doorway.
“Jake-“ You moaned, breathing heavily. You meant to protest, tell him to stop, but all you could do was moan. All you did was say his name and roll your hips against his hand.
“I wanna hear you say my name like that forever.” He told you, dipping his thick middle digit into your pussy.
You moaned out and dug yourself deeper on to his finger, rubbing your clit against the palm of his hand. He kissed your neck and bit down softly, making you gasp and tangle a hand in his hair.
“Come for me, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear.
“Please. Rub my clit harder...” You begged, making him press his hand forward, harder into you. You cried out against his shoulder, muffling your noises as you came. The adrenaline from the possibility of getting caught and your orgasm waved through your whole body and you panted. Warmth and electricity spread throughout your body as it rocked through the aftershocks.
Jake pulled out his fingers and cleaned them with his mouth, not wasting any time to wrap his arms around you to make sure you don’t fall over or anything. Your knees felt weak and you had to stretch out your legs after that orgasm. You kissed his neck softly and he kissed your cheek,
“Thank you.” You told him.
He kissed your nose, “You don’t have to thank me. Just payback for earlier.”
The pipes upstairs squeaked to a stop and Jake fixed your hair.
“Are you gonna head home soon?” He asked, a hint of loneliness in his voice.
“I’ll be here at 10 tomorrow.” You told him, placing a hand on his cheek.
He kissed your hand and smiled, “I’ll be here.”
“And save some of this for me.” You cupped his erection through his sweatpants and kissed the side of his mouth. “You better go take care of that.”
You both heard a door open and footsteps thumping around upstairs.
“Mhm.” He kissed your lips one last time, as you pulled away from his arms, steadying yourself. “I’ll be thinking of you.”
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katlandry · 1 year
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In honour of Noah getting the first 3 scripts for Season 5, this is my Season 5 bucket list (I may be very early so this is my early one) I’ll try to make it as realistic as possible 😭
- Nancy survives.
This is the number one thing I need to happen, I will not be able to handle it if she dies
- I’m also very much on the side of I want everyone to survive.
Stranger Things is very much about the relationships between all of the characters, and it might not be the main part of the show but it is an important one and it’s what makes Stranger Things so great. I think it would massively suck if they were to kill any of the Hopper-Byers family after everything they’ve been through and Hopper losing anyone would just confirm his theory that he’s a “curse”.
- Ronance hug.
I need this like I need air. Nancy Wheeler needs a hug and I need Robin to be the one to give it to her.
- More Ronance scenes.
I mean obviously I ship Ronance so of course I want more scenes of them together, BUT I also really love their friendship. After Nancy lost Barb, Robin is the first girl she’s befriended that didn’t have romantic intentions and I think their friendship is really something special.
- Nancy to finally get closure with Barb and realise it wasn’t her fault
I realise she kind of got closure in S2, but I don’t think she really did. She clearly still blames herself, and what happened shaped her into who she is today. And we know she never really spoke to anyone about what happened because when she tried to talk to Steve he brushed her off. So I think she needs someone to tell her it wasn’t her fault.
- Nancy/Robin/Jonathan/Steve/Argyle team up.
This would be the team up of the CENTURY.
- Nancy/El scenes
I’ve needed this since S1. I think they’re quite similar in some ways and it’d be so nice to see them have some scenes together
- Jargyle scenes
I mean… they’re literally hilarious together. Imagine Nancy, Robin and Steve having to put up with high Jargyle 😭
- Not St*ncy endgame
Okay. Don’t hate me, and I’m sure this is pretty well known by now but I’m very much anti St*ncy and I’m not even sorry about it. Those two getting back together would feel like ten steps backwards and a dishonour to both of their characters. Steve’s character for the past two seasons has revolved around finding a girlfriend and I think he needs to realise that he doesn’t need a girlfriend and it’s okay to be on your own. It would also be a very misogynistic ending for Nancy. I could talk about this forever but I’ll just leave it at that. 😭
- JOPPER DATE!
Pretty sure David Harbour already confirmed this but I’m so excited to see Jopper in a relationship!!
- Mike being a complete menace to society and Robin getting to experience it
I mean, Robin hasn’t spent much time with Mike yet and I just think him being the little shit he is would be so funny for Robin to witness. I can just imagine her turning to Nancy and saying “You’re related to him?”
- Will/Robin scenes
This is an obvious one, but I think talking to Robin would help Will a LOT. I don’t know how likely it is to happen but I think it’d be really nice for Will to know he’s not on his own.
- LUMAX DATE!
I NEED IT. They arranged it last season and Max DIED so it’s only right they get their date in Season 5!!
- More Erica
Not much to say about this, we all need more Erica.
- More Hopper-Byers family
El finally has a family and somewhere she belongs, Hopper just came back from the dead. I need this family to be happy more than anything.
- If not Byler endgame, I need to see Will accept himself (at least somewhat) and finally be happy.
I like both Mileven and Byler, and honestly my opinion on who should be endgame changes on a daily basis based on the fans lmao. It would be awesome to see Byler endgame, but I would like to see Will accept himself and maybe come out to his mom??
- Nancy & Mike hug.
This has to happen. It has to. And not right before one of them dies either. Give me more Wheeler siblings. Perhaps a parallel to S1 when Nancy rushes out of the Byers to hug Mike but this time Mike rushes to hug Nancy??
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What does Reeca Smith look like? I tried looking up photos but nothing seems to come up..
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I got a few asks about Reeca Smith so I thought I would combine them here <3, thank you guys for the questions !!
As for the first ask: sorry some of these are aren’t the best quality 😩 but all these pictures of Reeca in 1974 were taken from the documentary “Elvis: Heartbreaker” also called “Elvis’ Women” or “Loving Elvis” depending on the country where you are streaming it
Reeca is on the right in this group photo
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And this is Reeca pictured with the Trans Am that Elvis purchased for her ⬇️
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If you’re in the North America and unable to watch the documentary, here is a tutorial that I posted awhile back, it still works and I use this method myself !! ⬇️
Second ask: As for any intimacy, this is all that Reeca has said on the subject ⬇️
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Since she didn't mention kissing or any other form of intimacy in her most recent interview, I'm assuming it wasn't something that played a major role in their relationship. She has stated that Elvis and her would mostly just talk, and that he especially enjoyed just reading the Bible to her. I think Reeca’s dynamic with Elvis was exactly the same as girls like Heidi, Frances, Gloria and Arlene. All of those girls have only ever talked about Elvis in high regards, and I think that really does speak volumes
However, although these girls don’t see themselves as victims, and while I do truly believe that Elvis never took advantage of them, it still doesn’t justify the kissing. Like you said this is obviously a very hard pill to swallow for any Elvis fan but it personally helps me to try to understand Elvis’ intentions and his mindset when he involved himself with those girls. And so when they all say that it was very innocent, I believe them, and I can honestly say without a doubt, that I think Elvis had good/pure intentions and that the situation wasn’t as black and white as some people try to make it seem
As for the third ask: In terms of Reeca overstating her importance, that very well could be possible, but to give her the benefit of the doubt, Elvis invited a lot of people on tour 😩 and they weren’t always girls that he was dating, for example Jeanne Lemay Dumas who was Linda’s friend and the Alden sisters (Ginger’s family)
If she was invited by Elvis like she says, that doesn‘t mean that Reeca would have been his main girl or anything like that on the tour, it’s likely that he still would have had either Sheila or Linda with him as his girlfriend. Also Reeca was good friends with Ricky Stanley who accompanied Elvis on tours, so that could have been another factor
Infact the very first day that Reeca hanged out with Elvis, Linda, Ricky and David Stanley accompanied them. And in that amazon documentary Linda acknowledged Reeca and also referred to her as one of Elvis’ “dalliances”, so she was at least aware of Reeca’s friendship/relationship with Elvis
** also I saw you mentioned Elvis possibly dating Maggie Smith and I got another ask about her that I am currently researching for (desperately trying to find a copy of this book written about her 😩) and so hopefully I will have more info on her by then
quote from Maggie (Magnolia) Smith 💗
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but just from the little research I have done so far, it’s looking like it’s unlikely that they ever dated. Maggie Smith herself hasn’t said that she dated him, Marty Lacker said she was someone Elvis felt sorry for and therefore given a job, and Nurse Tish and Mary Jenkins also only referred to her as one of the maids/employees. Only Nancy Rooks has said that she dated Elvis so I’m still trying to figure out who is telling the truth 😭 like why would Nancy just make that up?
As for Elvis possibly wanting to pursue a serious relationship with Reeca, I don’t think he meant to do so until she was much older
Reeca said this about Elvis wanting a possible future with her ➡️ “He said ‘I know you’re are young but when you’re older, maybe in a couple years, maybe we can go places and have more of a relationship’”
I don’t believe their relationship ever became “serious”, especially since Reeca has never said that they formally dated. He only saw her September and November of 1974, and then for the last time in January of 1975. He was probably preoccupied with Sheila Ryan, Linda Thompson and Ann Pennington etc etc 🤧
I hope this helps anyone who wanted to know more about Reeca, I would love to hear what you guys think, or if you have any info yourself on Reeca or Maggie that you want to share 💗!!
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khaleesiofalicante · 3 months
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“We have a call with Max in 15 minutes,” Rafael informs. “It’s family therapy day.”
“I don’t want therapy,” Alec notes. “I want a massage.”
“Men are so fragile,” Anjali tuts as she walks past them into one of the bedrooms.
I mean she's not wrong
“I didn’t see you carrying any boxes,” Magnus says carefully.
“Yeah, Anjali,” Alec nods. “What happened to feminism?”
“This feminist got her nails done yesterday so I ain’t carrying shit,” Anjali sniffs. “Right, Cariño?”
“Of course,” Rafael nods solemnly.
I love Alec and Anjali interactions😭😭
“Excuse me? Are your girlfriend’s nails more important than our backs?” Alec asks, stretching on the floor.
Magnus coughs.
“I don’t think you want me to answer that one honestly,” Rafael notes.
JAJSKWKWKSKWKSJS RAFE BUNNY LIGHTWOOD-BANE THAT’S NOT A NICE THING TO SAY
“I’m ordering brunch for you guys,” Anjali notes. “As a thank you. You know, for carrying 20% of our things.”
“We appreciate that,” Magnus smiles. “But I think we carried 25%.”
“No, you didn’t,” Anjali shakes her head and walks away.
Im sorry David but Anjali is my favorite daughter-in-law🛐
Does David sometimes feel like he doesn't vibe well with Alec and Magnus? In the future, I mean. Because they're far away
Because now I'm thinking that Rafe and Anjali study things related to law and politics like Alec and live in Queens which is much closer to Brooklyn than FRANCE and that probably makes Rosewood and Malec see each other more often than Mavid and Malec, especially because Rafe and Magnus don't know how to detach themselves from each other
I mean, when Mavid comes back from France, David can probably sense that there's a different vibe or dynamic with him and Malec and Anjali and Malec. Not bad of course because at least in this universe malec are friends with both David and Anjali's parents
That's a great question.
I don't think it's something David feels insecure about. He's a very emotionally intelligent person (at least in TLND) so I think he understands that malec still loves him and cares for him (but in a different way than they do with Anjali)
However, as always, I can 100% see Max getting offended on David's behalf and bullying his parents to hang out with David more etc.
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bella-goths-wife · 10 months
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Lost daughter au texts
None of this is canon unfortunately I just got bored 😭
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Threes a crowd
Faith: are we still on for a date night tonight?
James: no way, tonight’s my night with her
Faith: no way! You had time with her last week
James: she was unconscious for a whole day last week?!
Faith: your point?
James: why do you have to be around so much
Faith: because if I wasn’t you would have killed my girlfriend
James: *my girlfriend
Faith: stop being homophonic James 😒
James: I AM NOT HOMOPHONIC
James: WE ALL KNOW I CARRY THE PROUD TITLE OF BI WIFE ENERGY
Y/n: hey guys, I can’t go with either of you tonight I have plans
Y/n: sorry, love you both. See you tomorrow ❤️
James: who are you going out with?
Faith: answer the question honey
James: she’s leaving us on seen, did we fuck up?
Faith: I’ll make an apology cake, you pick up some flowers and meet me back at the cave by midnight
James: on it!
The family group chat
(Y/n added star)
(Dwayne removed star)
(Y/n added star)
(Marko removed star)
Y/n: can you stop, she’s part of the family too
Star: thank you honey, I just wanted you to all know that I have to cancel our dinner plans tonight
Star: I have to take laddie out instead
Y/n: ….
(Y/n removed star)
Paul: damn, someone’s bitter 😰
Paul: you can hang out with your old man if you want kid 😎
Y/n: I’d rather swallow glass then hangout with you again 😒
Paul: no need to be rude brat 😒
Marko: we could always hang out honey?
Y/n: it’s fine dad, I’ll figure something out
My favourite brother
Y/n: are you gonna be okay tonight?
Laddie: aren’t you coming? 🥺
Y/n: sorry buddy, mom wants it to be just you to tonight
Laddie: pleaseeeee
Y/n: I can’t kiddo, sorry
Laddie: 🥺🥺🥺
Y/n: fine
Y/n: I’ll meet up with the two of you at the boardwalk later
My second family ❤️
Y/n: is it okay if I come over for dinner tonight mrs Emerson?
Lucy: of course dear, and please call me Lucy
Sam: damn don’t you have a family of your own
Lucy: Sam!
Grandpa: you can come over any time you want sweetheart
Sam: don’t invite her in, she’ll never leave!
Grandpa: good, she can stay and you can leave 😒
Y/n: wow, your own grandpa likes me better than you
Y/n: how does that feel Sam?
Sam: shut up
Sam: bring a comic over when you come over tonight
Y/n: will do
Froggy bros 🐸
Y/n: I’m coming to your store tonight
Edgar: does this mean that you’ve finally accepted your fate to kill your vampire overlords and join us
Y/n: actually I just wanted to you to hold onto a comic for me
Edgar: oh, nevermind then 😅
Alan: I told you man, it just doesn’t sound natural in conversation
Y/n: see you later tonight
Alan: see you later, future bloodsucker
idiotic boyfriend ❤️
James: have we upset you?
James: please answer
Y/n: I just need to be alone for a bit
Y/n: I feel a little crowded and I want a little time for myself
James: I’m sorry baby
James: I love you and call me if you need me
James: don’t stay out too late, surf nazis are on the prowl ❤️
Mortal enemies ☠️
James: she’s going out at night, you know the drill
Faith: stalk her
James: no, follow her to make sure she’s safe
Faith: sound better, I’m in
Faith: who is she hanging out with?
James: we’ll find out
David and his goons
David: has anyone seen our child? She’s not in her room
Marko: I thought Paul was meant to be with her?
Paul: I may have gotten distracted
Dwayne: where are you?
Paul: at that hot girl’s apartment
Dwayne: 🤦
Paul: I’m sorry!
Marko: we’ll go looking on the board walk
Dwayne: you and David ask James and faith to see if they know anything
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You groan as you groggily lift you head up at the sound of your phone ringing. You pull yourself up from the comfy bed and look at the screen to find David calling
The ringing stops as soon as you reach the phone and your greeted with a horrifying sight
(12 missed calls from David)
(13 messages from David)
(11 missed calls from Dwayne)
(9 messages from Dwayne)
(27 missed calls from marko)
(21 messages from marko)
(3 missed calls from Paul)
(2 messages from Paul)
(45 missed calls from my angel girl ❤️)
(15 messages from my angel girl ❤️)
(52 missed calls from my idiotic boyfriend ❤️)
(42 messages from my idiotic boyfriend)
You groan as a throbbing headache begins to form. You look around the room and find many empty beer cans and bottles of vodka surrounding the bed.
“You all good?” Michael groaned from the makeshift bed he made for himself on the floor. You jump slightly at his voice
“Why am i in your bed?” You questioned confused “why are you on the floor
“You insisted that we party last night so we went to rhythm kitchen, and it got too much to handle I guess” Michael answered as he rubbed his eyes “and I’m on the floor because not only would your boyfriend kill me, but your fathers would also brutally murder me if they found out we spent the night with me in my bed”
“They know we’re not like that” you reassured with a pat the shoulder “your like a brother”
“I know but I didn’t want you to wake up scared” he reasoned “I know you get anxious when people are in the bed with you sometimes”
“Well I’m not now” you pat the other side of his bed “let’s watch YouTube together until I can sneak out”
Michael shrugged and joined you with on the bed while also maintaining a distance from you. That’s when you heard two other sets of groans.
“Why is it so bright” Edgar winced and covered his eyes as he rose from the foot of the bed
“Close the curtains” Alan whined out as he jumped onto the end of the bed, Edgar quickly joining him. This effectively squished you all together
“When the hell did you two get here?” Michael whisper yelled
“We joined you two after you both fell over and knocked our comic book display down” Alan said calmly
“Not cool bro” Edgar piped up
You just got yourself comfortable when you all heard a knock on the door. Lucy opened it and let herself in before cooing at you all
“You just look so cute” she exclaimed excitedly “I’ve gotta get a picture”
“Mom” Michael groaned in embarrassment
“Oh okay” Lucy sighed “when your ready, I’ve got breakfast waiting for you all downstairs”
“How did you know they were here?” Michael questioned confused
“Your a loud drunk” Lucy laughed before exiting
Sam entered and looked at you all with disgust as you leaned your head on Michael and watched a YouTube deep dive on vampires.
Sam stayed staring at you for a few seconds before you motioned to him
“Wanna join?” You asked with a grin
Sam rolled his eyes before crawling on the bed and barging his way through until he felt comfortable.
It was like five siblings all enjoying each others company without staying anything. Eventually the rest got up to get breakfast
“You coming?” Sam asked annoyed
“One second, I need to message my dad” you explain as you pull your phone back into your hands
The family group chat
Y/n: stayed at Emerson’s last night after bar, be home tonight. Love you ❤️
Marko is typing
David is typing
Paul is typing
Dwayne is typing
You simply shut your phone off and hop off the bed to join the rest for breakfast. Not caring what anyone else says, you wanted to enjoy the peace for a little longer
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I have no clue what this is but it’s not canon unfortunately, I just got really bored
Hope you enjoyed
Love ya ❤️
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slashersangel · 2 years
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god, you're my favorite writer ♡♡ stay that way 😢❤❤
Can i pwease request something? First, i want a hug :D and second..I wish to request a fluffy headcanons for a poly!lost boys for when the reader is on her period and she just becomes very sensitive, she can't handle being yelled at or anything aggressive/rough and she just..bawls, cries her eyes out and she is constantly wanting attention (u can also include michael if u want bc he pretty boy and im a simp 🙄)
You can also do them separately if you wish, I don't mind. I'll be a very happy person regardless :0 bc ur perfect owo ♡♡
I’ll give you ask many hugs you want, thank you so much😭😭 and if this isn’t me literally everyday not just on my period 😫🤚 michael is such a pretty boy you’re 100% right to simp
and so sorry this took so long, i just got a new job and i’m sooo tired! but i’m fine now
Ploy!Lost Boys with a sensitive s/o
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• let’s say it was the first time with them dealing with your period, they were concerned when they smelt blood all over you, queue all four of them (mikey doesn’t have the strong sense of smell yet so he doesn’t know what’s going on) checking for any wounds, cuts, scraps, bruising, anything, Paul even tries to look under your clothes before Dwayne stopped him, but that was just mostly for personal reasons.
• Once you explained they all collectively said “oh.” Paul had to be clued in a bit more but thats okay, at least your pretty Paulie<3
• you were walking with Marko and David to go get some food, since David had the money and Marko just wanted to be with you cause you smelled so much like blood good. You were falling a bit behind because of your cramps, that’s when someone bumped into you, knocking their drink into themselves.
• The person of course, blamed it all on you and started yelling at you to which your eyes teared up at. David and Marko noticed. They both stepped in front of you, Marko was ready to swing and he almost did as he and David told the person off, male or female, his hands are rated e for everyone
• but, when they heard you sniffle, they turn around and see tears brimming in your eyes, almost falling out. You didn’t want to cry in front of the small crowd you’ve attracted, so you tugged on David’s sleeve, not trusting yourself to not break down in sobs when you try and speak
• Marko and David quickly knew what to do and they took you quickly back to the rest of the boys who crowded around you as you struggled to hold back tears.
• When Paul (ever so blissfully ignorant) asked you what was wrong and you just broke down, rambling in basically incoherent sentences about how you were just walking and this person bumped into you and they spilt their drink and you didn’t even do anything and they started yelling at you, and you didn’t even get your funnel cake! You cried extra hard at the last part
• Once you calmed down some, because it was embarrassing to cry in public, you drove with Dwayne back to the cave along with the rest of the boys, save Marko, he stayed back to buy your funnel cake but he raced to catch up with all of you.
• once you got back to the cave, you apologized profusely for crying, so much to the point where David was annoyed. And with a short, sort of angry, ‘it’s fine’, you quieted down and he thought he did something, until he looked back at you and saw your lower lip wobbling and new tears filling your eyes,
• “what is it now?”
• “you yelled at me.” you cried.
• queue Michael holding you, then paul pushing michael off of you and holding you and Dwayne scolding David.
• “why did you yell at her?”
• “i didn’t!”
• it all basically ends in a cuddle pile every night until your period is over, extra cuddles if you cry, or get upset, or sad, or if you even blink wrong then at least two of them will be on you.
• and if you want then one of them (or more if you’re comfy with that yet) will have smexy fun time with you to cheer you up! Or to distract you for the time being because they will eventually have you talk about it and they’ll help you as much as they can.
i remembered to put tags the first time around!!!!😁😊 clap for me
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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years
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Anything but paper!
Dad!Eddie x mom!reader
Dad!Eddie masterlist!!
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I’m sorry I haven’t posted for Eddie in a while I just haven’t had any ideas and I feel horrible about that😭but if you guys have any requests about Eddie I’ll be glad to write them!!
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Lucille and David rarely got into much trouble, they were calm kids, so when you hadn’t heard from them for ten minutes you thought nothing of it until your little white chihuahua Rosie came running out the nursery her collar covered in marker.
Obviously both you and Eddie ran into the room to see six year old Lucille and one year old Davie coloring on each other with the new markers you bought them. Eddie had to suppress a laugh as Lucille stoped drawing a mustache on Davie dropping the marker causing Davie to let out a little uh oh.
“Yea ‘uh oh’” you tell him as you look at them both.
Lucille had rainbows and scribble marks all over her arms and legs and a few on her forehead while Davie had a mustache drawn on the skin above his lip along with every other little doodle on his arms and legs.
Lucille looks up at you and Eddie with wide uncertain eyes before back at Davie. She had never really been told not to draw on anything other than paper because you assumed she wouldn’t draw on anything but paper, and you admit that was your mistake, she had been allowed to draw on Eddie and color his tattoos that one time so why was herself and Davie any different.
“Ok” you sigh lowering yourself to your knees as you gently take the markers from their hands capping them all and placing them back in their box before lifting Davie up and setting him on your hip holding onto Lucille’s hand.
Eddie who says this would make the perfect photo, decides to whip out the camera.
“Say cheese” he tells them as Davie gives him a wide grin Lucille repeating back a cheeeese, before they’re whisked away to be bathed and rid of the doodle marks before being explained why they can’t draw on anything but paper.
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If anyone has something they’d like to see from dad!eddie pls let me know because I love them so much and my ideas are low rn(plus with starting school I may begin to write less)
Actually how do you guys feel about toddler Davie and Lucy? Do you want to see more of that I have a few ideas for that!!
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fangirlfreak08 · 8 months
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My (positive only) thoughts on the rwrb movie
BAD REPUTATION
I’d be down’ and ‘actually I’d argue that-‘ is so on brand for Alex I love him already
The lil intro thing is jokes
It’s giving MAJOR early 2000s romcom vibes and I’m LOVING it
DAVID BOWIE
Shaan taking none of Alex’s shit what an icon
We love Henry being a lil history neek
His mum outranks my mum HENRY STOP I LOVE YOU
‘Means you’ve got good taste Alex’ is so crushing Henry coded
‘And why do you dislike me?’ He sounds like a bratty three year old I’m howling
‘I need to get out of here’ BECAUSE HE WAS CRUSHING I CANNOT
I’m sorry what the actual fuck was Henry talking to that kid about? Cause I heard ‘it’s so sticky as well’
Wait is Miguel Liam? Also bestie Alex why are you admitting this was a cover up so easily my guy you are in PUBLIC
Oh yeah no it is those two have definitely hooked up
EYELASHES
What an entrance to his dms Henry truly (also what is that bitmoji bestie 😭)
HRH PRINCE DICKHEAD
BUT WE WERE EVER SO CAREFUL DEAR WE ARE FUCKING WINNING BOOK FANS
No because this is such a cute way of showing the text messages?? Like Alex and Nora hanging out and Henry just ranting cause he’s all Alex can think about is adorable
‘Bellend’ please he’s so British
HENRY ON ALEXS BED AS THEY TALK I CANNOT THIS IS BETTER THEN ANYTHING I COULDVE IMAGINED
That entire convo was gold
Okay so then making Nora June with pez confirmed?
GET LOW YESSSS
Henry’s awkard dancing I actually adore him he’s so me
THEH GAVE US THE MUSIC FADES OUT ONLY FOCUS ON THEM MOMENT LIKE WE KNEW WE WERE GETTING IT BUT STILL
Oh ok so Alex and Nora aren’t gonna kiss it’s just random girls
Are Alex and Nora exes in this or no?
I’m half an hour into this and it’s taken me an hour cause I keep freaking out
‘Made me understand the difference between rugby and football’ Alex bestie what the hell are you going on about?
‘I can wrap my head around being low level into guys’ ‘I’ve been with two guys’ ALEX
wait so is Liam like a different person still? The guy from high school and Miguel is just another guy?
AMY WALKING IN ON THEM PLEASE
FUCK OFF ok so we might not of have got Henry singing the national anthem but we got ruining the names of a bunch of British landmarks so yay! Ig?
I love how in the book he’s early and in the film he’s late? Like what?
So they’re just gonna casually mention Henry ‘fancying’ Alex since the beginning (is that what we’re calling it these days?)
As gay as maypole, ok so we’re not getting that line later then
HANOVER STUART PLEASE ARE THEY NOT ALLOWED TO USE MOUNTCHRISTEN WINDSOR BUT ALSO WHY OF ALL THE OLD ROYAL NAMES THOSE TWO?!
HENRY YOU ARE ALSO IN PUBLIC
OMG ACTUAL CANON CONFIRMATION THAT PRINCE HENRY AND HENRY FOX ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE?! LIKE ACTUAL EXPLICITLY SAID?!
This is not very causal friends with benefits of you I’ve gotta say, it’s giving major love of my life deep convos
LANA DEL RAY 😭
DEAR
Bestie this is really not very casual of you
Slay politics talk! (I have no idea what any of this means I’m way to English for this shit)
Omg Alex being a politics nerd! Also why does he know his mum better than she knows herself 😭
Don’t he’s so happy to be back in Texas I’m gonna cry when he gets fired
EMAILS THE EMAILS ARE STARTING
HE DID THE LINE HE DID THE SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT LINE
NO SHIT HES ABOUT TO START TALKING ABOUT ARTHUR
Ok wait not he’s not it’s fine
Bloody love zahra
LITTLE LORD FUCKLEROY
His mothers book?
ALEX WAS READING ONE LAST STOP I LOVE IT WHEN AUTHORS DO THAT
There’s a distinct lack of Bea in this movie
THEY MADE HIM SING BADLY POOR NICHOLAS
KARAOKE BITCHES
Alex while Henry is singing is the DEFINITION of ‘Alex is so in love he could die’
Ok so they just changed Oscar to senator of Texas rather than California
Honestly props to Nicholas cause you can see him rethinking all his life choices that led him to that moment
He fr went peace and jumped and I love him for that
NOOOOO HENRY
also did he just like leave pez there or what?
Please for the love of god put Bea in a leather jacket I beg
AHHH HES PLAYING THE PIANO
Slay prince Henry bbg
I CAN LOVE YOU AND WANT YOU AND STILL NOT WANT THAT LIFE YES THAT IS MY FAVOURITE PART OF THAT SCENE IM SO GLAD ITS THERE
Okay so they’re going straight to the v&a? Slay ig
Literal tears in my eyes over that MINUSCULE Arthur fox mention
They changed your song 😭
Okay I actually like this though
HISTORY HUH BET WE COULD MAKE SOME YES THIS IS PERFECT (but also does this mean no one’s gonna know about that line?)
If I had a nickel for every-time one of the guys in a queer couple said I love you in a hug….
Nah this is gonna be it isn’t it
Shit shit no I’m not prepared for this, not from Henry’s pov fuck off im already nearly crying and I’ve got it paused
NO NOT PHOTOS OF THEM AT THE V&A THAT WAS MEANT TO BE JUST THEIRS
is this how people know about history huh?
Also I’m sorry but Reddit? Really?
Okay yep I cried
PREACH ALEX PEOPLE NEED TO HEAR THIS
I fucking love zahra
‘Mooing over the prince like a cow in labour’
Alex is gobsmacked
WE GOT A BABY GUYS
Them playing the national anthem together was not on my bingo card
Also the subtitles say it has an actual name?? I legit just thought it was called god save the king/queen respectively
‘My affection comes with strings’
YESSS SLAY SHAAN THE OG BOYFRIEND ON A STRING
Also we love to see firstprince gossip
Okay that shot of Henry going to twist his ring only to pan over to Alex twisting the ring means SO MUCH TO ME ITS UNREAL
Minor slay to the king for putting Philip in his place (never thought I’d say that)
The way Henry slouches before he asks that question makes my day
‘Homosexual’ im sorry that prononciation has added years to my life can we all say it like that now please?
Not them swapping the motorbikes for bicycles 😭😭
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ask-david-brittlesbee · 4 months
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(Admirer from before)
Well then. I really was hoping that if you and Brad blew up I’d still have a chance but the fact you don’t trust me? No. I guess I’ll never have a chance with you. I just want you to be happy, David, why would i lie? Im not brad. Im not going to pretend i dont feel the way i do. I dont lie. Why would I lie, when all I want is for you to get the happily ever after you deserve, and if its not with brad it cant be with me because you dont trust me. I cant be with you if you dont trust me. Im- im not going to ask you out, or tell you who I am. I’ll go away now, maybe find a different guy. None will ever be like you, David, but I guess I’m probably not the kind of guy you’d like either. Im sorry brad, sorry for trying to help. Sorry that i ever thought you’d be brave enough to tell david how you felt. Also, for the record, I was telling the truth. Brad really did send me those emails and. Well they fucking scared me. I acted all tough but they scared me. I thought he really would air out my dirty laundry. I thought he’d hurt me or something. I’m filing for a restraining order just in case, using the emails as evidence. And really… im not dumb enough to file a restraining order with fake emails. So, so, if thats not proof i dont know what is. Im just sort of heart broken and scared right now. I wish you both the best life…😔😔😭😢😿🫤😕😕😞😞🙁
..Oh.. I'm so sorry, Anon. I don't mean to harm you. You seem sweet. I really would like it if you'd come ask me out. And because Brad told me he wasn't threatening you, there's nothing to worry about!! You aren't in any danger!
Brad doesn't like me, and I don't like him. It's all been sorted! Please don't be upset!
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carpe-diem-since-1899 · 5 months
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Trick or treat! 🦇
Hello hello so sorry for the late af reply (and other not replied asks, I promise I still remember them)
So!! We got these two big projects (?), The Angel and Fallen Angel Au™️ and The Joker and the King, an assassin/hitman au that I talked about forever ago. Both of them are still very much on the plotting/replotting stage ‘cause I have grown as a person/writer (also I’m just genuinely a slow writer/procrastinate a lot), and I am going to talk about their current state and some little headcanons I have for them! Keep in mind that some stuff are still super vague (yes I am aware it’s been years, I feel sad about that too) and I change my stuff all the time, and things might not aligne with my earlier posts. But yeah, here they are :)
The angel/fallen angel au
Currently state
This started off as, well, let’s call it a detour from another au, that is (You guessed it) In The Plotting Stage™️ and it has a magic/medieval/royal vibe, of which Race has a cool ability already, but I was like, hey, won’t it be cool if he also has wings
And to not Mary Sue-ify my favorite guy, I create another au, hence the angels/fallen angels au
Another thing is that I already got another au (The Joker and the King, aka TJTK) and that one focus on sprace, so this one is supposed to be about Javid, while Sprace being angsty in the background
The original plan was David trying to find a way to get back to Mayer’s boss who is neglecting worker’s right or smt
But it looks terrible and super boring after I plot it out twice, and just genuinely has quite a few plot holes since I’m shit with law stuff
I got a few options I’m playing with rn, but yeah this is what we got atm
It’s either gonna be a series with several stories from different characters’ povs and periods or it’s gonna be one long fic and with other additional stories
Headcanons/world building details
After actually reading (a tiny) part of the Bible, I have decided that this au has nothing to do with any angels or similar deities from any religion, the whole fallen angels thing is separate from again, any religion, and I’m gonna rework some background stuff to make it more clear about that. But yeah, just thought I’ll put it out here
I’ll put a post out after I fine tuned all the details
Both Jack and Race are fallen angels, Jack is older than Race and they’re friends
Jack got assigned to helping David dealing with Something, meanwhile Spot is already friend with David and got assigned to him as well
Race is aroace, and he and Spot were best friends/on their way to being in a qpr (but that label wasn’t a thing back then)
As previously mentioned by the posts under the au tag, they fell out of touch after Race’s fall, and they haven’t seen or heard from each other for centuries
So there are Dramas and I can’t wait to actually figure out the plot😭
The Joker and the King au
Current state
This started back in end of 2021/start of 2022 or smt, and I’m gonna be so honest with you, I have no idea why the fuck this drags on like this
It was darker and most of the characters are (or at least were) hitmen
Spot and David were part of this organization and they left and took some informations with them, so the boss is sending people after those two
The storyline I had didn’t make much sense and I toned it down because I feel bad for making them trying to off each other for money
But not I don’t feel bad about that anymore so I’m putting the slay and maim back into the plot
Headcanons/world building details
I’m just assigning motivation and sense of morals (?) for characters at the moment so there are not specific stuff I can give you
We got people that are raised in the business, do it for the money, forced into the deal, and I’m debating whether or not to add someone who do the contract killing thing for shits and giggles
Spot and David are no longer hitmen! But I say nothing about them being law abiding citizens
They pissed off the wrong people and Spot now have a target on his back
Again still trying to figure stuff out but that’s the gist
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