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Their Song (Killshot, Part 4.)

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: While Ghost was trying to process the new information during his military duties, Cassie had a different idea on her mind - inviting you both to join the party during the upcoming karaoke session.

A/N: Okay listen, I know we're here for our boy Ghost and his story, but come on - we can not ignore how fine of a specimen Captain John fucking Price is. Like girl, don't even pretend you wouldn't be smitten by this charmer. He's the catch, the moment, the stunner. I wanted to write a chapter that focuses on the relationship between other characters too, so expect some bonding between Johnny, Cass, Nelly, Gaz and Price. Cuz we love good friendships and happy families. The chapter's ending is heavily influenced by Saturn and Turning Page by Sleeping at Last.

Warnings: Strong mentions of anxiety, reader getting hammered, usage of alcohol, and smoking (both mentioned and active), Simon Riley secretly having the voice of an angel. A lot of '...' is used in emotionally heavy moments. Mentions of various pop songs - it's not important, you can imagine singing any song you'd like - the only song I'm adamant about is Meet Me At Our Spot (by the Anxiety) being their song because the entirety of the story is built on it.

Word count: 9.5K (i have no apology)

Tagging: @poohkie90

Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Cassie did as she promised - after Simon texted her the address, she was at your flat within the next 15 minutes. The traffic was usually clogged at this hour, but she did her best. Simon couldn't appreciate it enough. "... And I've cooked some vegetable broth for when she wakes up. Think it's a bit strong, but whatever. It'll get her back on her feet.." - Simon explained to Cassie as he walked through the flat, explaining what went down that evening. The woman listened intently, nodded, and hummed when needed. - "Promised her I'd wake her up when it's done, but she looked miserable the last time I checked on her."

"That's very nice of you." - Cassie smiled, putting her coat away as she was making herself more comfortable - she packed fresh homey clothes and the most basic hygiene she could need in case your flu got even worse than that. Living alone wasn't easy and sometimes, you needed someone to rely on - Cassie, still considering you one of her closest friends, was glad she could be that someone for you. - "She's lucky someone's looking out for her like you do.

"The least I could do, really." - The man grunted, putting his jacket on. No matter how much he liked being around Cass, he wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. He was barely containing the urge to beat Billy to a pulp and he didn't want to direct these intense emotions towards Cass or, in the worst case, you. - "Bonnie's also taken care of, took her for a walk, and checked she had enough to drink and to eat. Would be wise to walk her in the morning, though." "Aye aye, captain. Stop worrying - you keep on forgetting that I live with Johnny, I know how to make shit work." - The blonde nodded, smirking at all the concern she could see in Simon's eyes. - "I'm sure both of them will be alive and well tomorrow morning if you'd like to check on them. Or, you could cancel your plans and hang around? I'm sure Y/N would be delighted to see you when she wakes up." "Can't. It's urgent." - Simon dismissed, looking around for the last time. The peaceful image of being able to put his shoes in the same shoe rack was smushed by all the anxiety and hatred he was feeling. It felt as if this image flashed in his head years ago, not a few hours ago.

Cassie was waiting for Simon to make sure everything was okay - it was hard to say what was going on inside his mind, but there had to be something. Yes, she and Johnny caught the wind that your chemistry seemed to be flowing well - especially after you disclosed to her that Ghost visits you nearly every shift, spending your lunch breaks together. She wouldn't have suspected the two of you were at this stage, though. Cassie was... Genuinely happy when she heard Simon was at your place, taking care of you when you got sick. The two of you were one of the best people she had gotten to know - and from what little Johnny told her about L.t., neither of you had the best of luck with the people who hung around you. Cassie wasn't sure who it was when it came to Simon, but in your case, Billy was the prime example. She hated his guts ever since you introduced them on one of your shifts. The guy gave her the chills even though she mostly liked everyone - that was a major red flag.

Therefore, the knowledge of the two of you... Spending time together, getting to know each other... That was something that made Cassie smile. "Hey, Si?" - She asked when Simon finally walked to the front door, ready to leave the apartment. "What is it?" "Hope you didn't forget about next Saturday?" "How could I? You and Johnny keep bugging me off about it. Price also chimed in today." - Ghost reiterated with irony, sending one of his famous wink in Cassie's direction. - "Can't wait." "Take care, big guy."

For the next few hours, Cassie and Bonnie dozed off while watching the Bake Off - the two were splayed on the couch, nuzzling together. Bon usually slept in your bed (you even bought the doggie stairs for her since she was too small to hop onto it), but since your door was shut tight and there was a new strange human friend to hang around, she gladly spent the night with Cass. It could be around four in the morning when you woke up, setting on a journey to take a piss, have some veggie broth, take some painkillers, and then, go to sleep again. As you noticed Cassie messaging her eyes (the creaking of your floorboards woke her up), you thought you'd simply made her up. The last you remembered, Ghost didn't have long blonde hair and a petite figure. She frightened you when you walked back into the living room - the girl was standing in the small kitchenette area, heating up the broth while making you both a cup of tea.

"Mornin', sleeping beauty." - She hummed as she stretched her back, yawning as she did so. "Hi." - You muttered back, coughing right after. - "What are you doing here? When... Did you come?" "Around 8? Ghost had something going on and couldn't stay, unfortunately, so he called for backup. I'm the backup." "Figures. So sorry to bother you, but I'm good, Cass. Bet you'd rather be doing anything else than hanging around with me right now." "Shush, Y/N. I'm glad to be here." - The woman answered, sending you one of her heartfelt, genuine smiles. Damn, she was still the same sunshine you remembered. - "On a different topic, I hope you're hungry. The broth smells so damn good." "He promised to wake me up when it's done. Bet the plans came out of nowhere." - You assumed, putting on a sweater to try to fight off the chills. You were so cold that your teeth kept on clattering.

"Does sound like Ghost to me." - The girl answered, snickering. - "He checked on the flat at least four million times before he left, though, so you can be sure we're safe and sound here." "Were you cleaning up?" - You wondered, noticing the folded clothes - furrowing at the sight of your coat also being neatly folded. Whoever was cleaning up your kitchen was a damn genius. All of the appliances suddenly seemed pristine, even those that you struggled to clean for years. Everything was organized in a way that simply made sense. It was hard to explain, but the newly given order made your kitchen three times nicer. Also, all the mess laying around the flat, that you've been planning on cleaning the entire week, was neatly put on the coffee table for you to organize - along with that fucking photo... And that fucking letter. "No, me and Bon dozed off after McAvoy went on a tangent about his dough being a bit too wet." - Cassie admitted honestly, putting a mug filled with hot tea in front of you. You didn't flinch away from the sight of the photo and the letter lying on the coffee table, your expression devoid of emotion.

Ghost, you realized, your expression slowly drowning in worry and horror. Did Ghost see it? Did Ghost read it? Of course he did, you didn't bother with picking up the photo even though you knew it was lying under the fridge. Why would you? But what about about you now? You were in so much trouble, if Billy gets to know, he'll come and... You had to almost slap yourself. Billy wasn't there to do shit anymore. You were safe. As you sat there, frozen in place, you realized you weren't even mad at Ghost - it felt so freeing for someone to know. To know what you're going through, to see it all on paper. You should've been raging, you should ask Cassie to call Ghost's sorry ass so you could talk with him about who gave him the right to fucking snoop - and instead, you were so fucking grateful. A huge portion of the weight was lifted off your shoulders, realizing there was someone you could confide in regarding what Billy said... You could tell Ghost about everything Billy had done to you.

Sure, most people didn't like Billy, but none of the said people knew how bad the situation truly was. Others could see only how he treated you in public - how he talked about you as if you were a pet, something he had to take care of, something so annoying he hated it with every fiber of his being. What they didn't know? About everything that had happened in your old apartment, about what went down behind the closed doors. None of them knew about the numerous emergency visits, about all the 'stairs you've fallen off', about the holes in the walls, about the broken furniture and dishes. The people around you, except your mum, didn't know. The fact you didn't file a report against his ass was astonishing - you had plenty of chances to do so. The doctor who treated you anytime you came in asked multiple times if you'd like to share something with him - you could see it in his eyes - he knew. But you never did. You were too scared. So scared you fled one day.

You should've burnt both, the photo and the letter, just like you promised your mum. Instead, the evidence lay right there, on your coffee table, and someone whom you trusted dearly was aware of your struggle.

"You alright?" - Cassie wondered, watching your distressed expression. "Hm?" "I'm asking if you're alright, been silent for the past couple of minutes. You're looking like you've seen a ghost." "I'm pretty sure he's asleep by now, but okay." - You answered, your sass making Cassie snicker.

After you've both eaten a bowl of that delicious fucking broth (it was the best you've had in your life), chatting about everything new in your respective lives, Cassie fished out a package of butter biscuits from literally nowhere. Later, she admitted she found them in the pantry - this made you smile. While biscuits weren't your go-to snack, you could appreciate them - Ghost thought of everything. He bought utensils, medicine, actual food and even snacks. If God finally decided to answer your prayers for a guardian angel, Ghost was it. "'s the tea okay?" - Cass wondered, sitting opposite you with a croaked smile. Bonnie was lying by her feet, hoping Cassie would drop at least a crumble of cookies by 'accident'. "Best I've had in years. Poured your heart into making that cuppa, didn't you?" "You bet, love. Anywho, Johnny and I were wondering... What you're up to next Saturday?" "Nothing I can think of. I'll probably have a spa day with my mum. Hadn't taken her out in a month." "Would you like to come to a karaoke with us? It's in the evening, so you'd have plenty of time for your mum and yourself." - Cass asked excitedly, her eyes glimmering with hope. - "Everyone's wondering if you'd show up!"

"Uh-uh, they surely are." - You reiterated uncomfortably. It was hard to believe any of the people surrounding Cassie would genuinely want you around - you could say Cass was enthralled by the prospect of having you join their little crew, but the rest? "Not this again, girl. For starters, Johnny is talking my ear off regarding you, constantly asking if I've invited you yet? What did the bonnie say? You hadn't asked her? Shite, hon, pick up the phone and do it right now!" - The way she horridly imitated Johnny's accent made you genuinely laugh. - "Nelly asked countless times if you'd join our brunches and hangouts, she hadn't talked to you in years. Kylie will be there. Gaz promised he'd stop by for a drink, and Price... Girl, you'll love Capt'n Prize. He's easygoing, fun and very easy on the eyes." "Cass! Behave, you have a man at home." - You exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief. "What?! He's one handsome bloke, a high-ranking geezer in the military, too - I won't be denying he's handsome. If you think I'm wicked, you should hear what Johnny says about the guy! You have no idea how many times I've had to listen to Johnny's rambling about John's pecs." - With this, you both giggled until comfortable silence fell over the room.

"So... Are you coming?" "I... I don't think it's appropriate. You guys seem like a good party of friends, I'd be your plus one - the new weirdo on the block. Yannow what I mean?" "Except you wouldn't be, dummy. C'mon, everybody wants you to come. Ghost even said it's his only condition - you wouldn't wanna let the guy rot at home now, would you?" "He said that? You're committing emotional extortion right now, Cassandra." - You tried to circle around, but Cass' knowing smile revealed she was seeing right through your bullshit - she knew well to keep Ghost's wish under wraps until the last moment. It was nice watching you get excited, giddy up and grin a bit. She didn't answer your question, just smiled - "Well... If that's the case, I might drop for a glass or two." "I'm so happy to hear that. Wear whatever bloody hell you want, we don't care, just feel comfy and come in a good mood. The drinks are on us, we'll only need help with the rental. Also - we need to sing a song together." "No way Cass. You remember how bad I am at singing, right?" "Bull-fucking-shit. It's gonna be so epic. God, I can't wait."

Well, no matter how much you tried to resist and how you planned on shutting Cass' request down, by 9 p.m. on the following Saturday, the two were yelling some pop-song lyrics into the microphone with a drink in your hand. Holy fuck it felt wonderful to let all the worries and burdens go, even for one evening.

The week leading up to the karaoke session was a doozie for both you and Simon. He contemplated asking Cassie for your number, to call you, text, check on you - he'd been scheduled to look after rookie training in a boot camp a few miles away from London, unable to make it back even for a small chat. He vanished into thin air at the worst time - he acknowledged but couldn't do anything to let you know. The man wished to let you know he wasn't mad and that he certainly wasn't going anywhere - but opening such a sensitive topic with the victim of domestic abuse was very tricky. Of which he was aware, as he also fell into this bracket. At times, Ghost wished he'd be better at conveying emotions and more approachable to open such topics. Although everything that happened during his life, he'd considered himself a good listener - he highly doubted you'd simply spill the beans about the darkest time of your life when you meet up next time, let alone acknowledge he snooped in your private matters without your permission. Were you mad at him? How much will you tell Ghost off when he makes it back home? Will it lead to a well-deserved argument? It should, right? The thoughts about you and William consumed Simon's brain during each second of the service, turning him into an anxious ball by the end of the week.

Not that you'd be faring better than Simon. If it was possible, you were doing even worse than he was - what was wrong? Where was he? Was he okay? Did the letter make him change his mind? Did Ghost draw false conclusions from it? Each day at work, you hoped to see the man approaching in the distance, carrying two cups - this would be the first sign that everything was okay. You wished he'd drop by for a chat, even if you'd awkwardly sit around in silence. Being unable to see him was killing you - only on Thursday you learned about his minor deployment. It didn't ease the stress much, but at least you knew you weren't the cause of his disappearance.

Cassie and Johnny, thankfully, pulled through. The night Cass stayed over, watching you, rekindled the long-lost friendship and fueled it with a new flame. This one was gentler, not all-consuming - it wasn't the spontaneous friendship of two kids but rather a meaningful adult connection you felt you were missing. Your mum was over the moon hearing that Cass invited you for a karaoke - as you told her about Johnny bringing you breakfast the following morning put a gentle, knowing smile on her face. The two started texting you whenever they felt like it, ranging from 'How you doing' to 'Look what a weird strange thing I found in the store today'. Johnny even came on Friday to have lunch with you - he'd been just dismissed from the base (he had to sign some new payment estimates and take a picture for his personnel folder), sending warmest regards from Ghost. This boosted your mood immensely, turning you into a brand new person.

This led you to Saturday night. Everyone invited to the karaoke was pretty neat, you had to admit. Nelly, just as Cass solemnly swore, was over the moon when she saw you approaching the table, squealed, and immediately pulled you into one of her bear hugs. Kylie, even though you didn't remember her, was easy to be around - she had a nice aura surrounding her as she sipped on her margarita. Gaz, Kyle to you, was another member of Johnny's squad, you've learned on your way to get a drink. The gentleman got on his feet when you announced you'd like something to drink, offering to accompany you. There was something about his careful tone, gentle smirk and slightly narrowed eyes. While you perceived Johnny as an unstoppable force fuelled by sweets and coffee, Gaz seemed calmer, like cold gauze treating a burn or the soothing smell of air after rain. You loved his aura - every bit of energy Kyle offered, you took with a grateful smile.

John Price, Capt'n Prize as Cass dubbed him, was every bit like Cass painted him out to be - even more than that. It was hard to believe he was real at first - men like him usually ended up on the cover of Sears. Your eyes were there for Ghost and Ghost only, but damn, John was ridiculously easy on the eyes, charming, and attractive - a fucking stunner at his finest. When you got over his ridiculous attractiveness, there was everything else about John Price. There was something about his sharp wit, rascalous grin and devious jitters in his eyes, something about the way he insisted on joining him on his smoke breaks. The guy was a good listener, sneering and gruffing upon hearing your jokes and stories, his eyes not leaving you for a second. If you weren't smitten with your masked soldier, you'd beg Price to give you his number by the end of the night.

Ghost was running late ('Don't you worry 'bout the boy, lass, he's alright', Price informed), and after Gaz brought you your third drink, singing sounded like a good fucking idea. Not too much later, you and Cassie were jumping on the impromptu stage, dancing to some sort of British electro-pop, grinning from ear to ear - Ghost was standing in the shuffle door of your reserved lounge, watching you two enjoying the moment. He'd imagined how to explain his late arrival and the fact he was gone for a week, but the moment you sent him a smile and waved at him, already a bit tipsy, all the excuses dissipated into thin air.

You looked so beautiful when you were having fun - all the worries and everyday problems disappeared with a wave of a wand (more probably a microphone, that was), and alcohol gave you the long-lost courage and love for life. Ghost had seen you happy before, yes, but he hadn't seen you entirely carefree yet. "Thank you, Lucky Voice, thank you! We'll be here all week!" - Cass cried out drunkenly, bobbing a curtsy to the entire table of drunkards watching you. "The hell we won't, the rental price is insane here, lass!" - Johnny protested, making Cass laugh. Kylie and Gaz got up, preparing to sing Abba's 'Super Trouper' right after your tremendous performance. Even though Ghost would love nothing but listening to them, he couldn't miss how you approached him, your legs unsteady and uncertain.

"Hey there, stranger." "Hey, love." - The man whispered, growing soft upon looking at your flustered face. You were a bit sweaty from all the jumping, but you still looked so fucking good. So fucking good that Ghost had to do his best not to kiss you right off the bat in fact - it was a tough week and you were finally there, in front of him, close enough he could feel your warmth on his skin, close enough to be hugged, kissed and cherished... Your presence felt like a fever dream. He'd been sacked at the boot camp, looking over rookies, and following orders while having you and William on his mind all the fucking time. One moment, he swore he'd kill the guy the next chance he got; when he blinked, memories of you suddenly appeared, plastering yourself all over his brain, smiling sweetly at him. He's been missing your presence, the unmistakable charm you were bringing to the world... It was a week since he'd been under your spell and there was no other place in the entire world he'd rather be than at the karaoke bar, right by your side. "You're looking... Rough." "Am I now?" "Long week?" "Fuckin' tell me about it." "The boys mentioned. Wanna grab a drink and go for a smoke break? I'm fresh out of mine so I'd appreciate both - some booze and fresh air." "Would be my pleasure."

Asking him about all the details he'd been willing to share, the two of you grabbed a drink and ventured in front of the karaoke bar for a bit, lazily shuffling back into the rented lounge. Even though you tried your damnest to prolong the moment you were having with Ghost, Johnny ruined the intimacy the moment he saw you approaching - the guy jolted over to you, grabbing you by your elbow with great care. "We're gonna sign, bonnie lass, me 'n you. Price found the perfect song for us." "Did he now? That sounds menacing." "It'll be in good fun, c'mon. Be a good sport for me, eh?" "I would never turn you down, Johnny. I'm just worried about which tune Price picked out, 's all."

"Give me your drink. I'll fetch it to the table." - Ghost offered silently, melting at the sight of you and Johnny giggling like two little kids. With a sorrowful smile, your glass ended up in Ghost's palm - you wished the moment would've lasted longer, that you'd have longer for listening to him rambling about everything and nothing. You missed him. "'m sorry." - You added, stopping in your tracks. Johnny halted alongside you, watching the two of you ogling back and forth, Simon's eyes boring into you with unmatched intensity. If you'd let him, his eyes would probably devour you whole. Johnny let out a quiet whistle, waiting for you to be done with your small moment. Cassie proclaimed how she's positive Simon is into you and that you might be interested in him... But seeing it unravel in front of his eyes was adorable.

Your eyes never left Simon's face, your palm gently holding onto his forearm. You were standing inappropriately close - Simon could feel your breast bumping into his arm each time you took a breath. If you were anyone else (Nelly, for example), Ghost would've already shown you out of his personal space - but the guy did nothing, even took an almost unnoticeable step closer. The bloody bastard that reached an impressive 6'4 in height seemed to grow smaller and gentler in your presence, his eyes filled to the brim with warmth and adoration - why two you weren't dating yet was beyond Soap, truly. "Nothin' to be sorry about, love. You go and enjoy yourself now, yeah?" "I'll catch you later."

Moments later, you found yourself in a fit of laughter over Johnny's interpretation of 'California Gurls'. You loved everything about it - the false confidence he radiated despite not having any semblance of musical hearing, his inability to match his tone to the note progression and his horrible timing. The chorus, however, was something to behold - neither of you tried to sing, knowing the chorus by heart (thanks to this song being in the radio on a fucking loop), you simply yelled it into each other's faces, bouncing around and hyping each other up. Price didn't even cover the phone - he immortalized each second of your moving performance, sending it to Cassie the moment he ended recording. Cassie and Nelly were crying, losing it the moment you did your best to imitate Snoop Dog - Gaz appeared to be severely traumatized, cracking a grin when the hellish screeching finally stopped.

"Bloody hell, this was one of the best decisions of my life." - Price muttered, drying his cheeks. He meant it, none of them laughed this hard in the last few weeks. Cass was dragging him to sing their rendition of Take Me Out. - "I'm playin' this on your bloody wedding, sarge. Stellar." These two picked out Franz Ferdinand as their band of choice, dramatically portraying each lyric - alcohol and good company always made John pipe down, relax and sometimes, on extremely rare occasions, do rather silly and inappropriate things you wouldn't see a military skipped doing... Just as jumping around to the riff of 'Take Me Out'. "That's my fiancé! I taught my bonnie lass to listen to good fucken' music!" - Johnny explained, listening to the opening chords. You knew it, of course, it was well-known, but Johnny's sudden burst of pride made you stare at him with mouth agape. Thankfully, Kyle and Ghost to the rescue.

"Johnny can get a wee bit patriotic." - Kyle explained as the Scotsman jumped around in the rhythm, making you a bit terrified. "Uh-uh." - Ghost nodded, confirming. - "Hates us 'fucking lunatics', meaning Brits, according to his own words. Everyone except you and Cass according to his latest statement. Love that about the chap, though." "What does patriotism have to do with... Fucking anything?" - At that moment, Johnny started screaming the words with the same "grace" he sang California Gurls with. It looked both scary and funny at the same time. "The band is Scottish, you see?" - Kyle explained. "Heard him swearin' he'd plunk any uncultured swine who'd tarnish their rep." - Ghost added, taking a good swing of his whiskey. "Hillarious..." - Kyle added, clinking his glass with yours, kicking all the remnants in. "Scary." - You hummed, moving out of the way for Kyle to comfortably leave the table.

"On the topic of Johnny... Looked good out there. Didn't know you're such a talented singer." - Ghost murmured as you watched the trio, enchanted with how silly they acted. "You're fucking with me now, aren't you?" "I'm serious - wasn't as bad as I expected. Enjoyed every second of your brilliant performance." "If you enjoyed that, your musical hearing is fucked, buddy, sorry to inform you. Anywho, what will you sing?" "Oh, I'm just here for fun and banter. I don't do singing." "Don't be a party popper. C'mon." "And have you poking fun at me for the rest of my life? No, thank you." - Thankfully, he was saved by Nelly - she was asking for help with moving and assembling some furniture at her new place. Both Gaz and Ghost agreed to take a look at it whenever she needed them to.

His streak of not 'taking part in singing at karaoke' was challenged not even two hours later. The party had moved from drinks to shots - you were more courageous, not taking no for an answer. You, Cass and Nelly even had the first round of ugly crying of the night under your belts, crying about how you should've rekindled the friendship way sooner - at this, all the gentlemen decided to go for a smoke break, leaving Kyle behind as your nanny. As soon as Price got back, you were on his ass - sighing about him being one of the most handsome blokes you've ever met. Price could only choke out an amused: - "Why, thank you, miss." - before laughing his ass off at your drunk expression. You were standing in front of Simon now, your palm extended to him, chin risen ever so slightly. The expression you had was dangerous - determined and cocky.

"You need anythin'?" - Ghost prompted, grinning at the sight. He'd downed two glasses of whiskey by that point, the bourbon delicately burning in his chest. "Yah. You, me, the stage, now." - It wasn't a question nor a wish, it was an order. Simon's eyes narrowed as he smiled, darkening ever so slightly. He liked it when you were bossy. Cass, unbeknownst to your knowledge, bumped Johnny's shoulder, the duo now shamelessly staring at you. The rest of the table was engaged in a conversation as Price and Kyle told the ladies some of the less confidential stories. "I don't do singing, already told you when you asked." "Too bad I'm not asking. Move your ass, I spent ten fuckin' minutes looking for our song." "Our song?" - Simon whispered, all the air suddenly kicked out of his lungs. Of course, he knew what song you had in mind - the one playing when he worked on the chicken broth. Ashamedly, Simon had to admit he memorized each word, each chord because he had it playing on a loop in his headphones before going to sleep. "C'mon, mate. Make an exception, just for once - won't kill ya to sing. Poor lass barely hit the right keys." - Soap chimed in, his strong Scottish accent overwhelming the conversation - everyone's eyes were on you now, waiting for Simon to finally take your fucking hand. "Shit was kinda blurry, 's right." - You admitted, still waiting for Simon to take your hand. It wasn't a shame to admit you barely recognized a from m at this point, the alcohol kicked in big time.

His palm caught yours, slipping around it like a glove... As if your hands were moulded to be held by this, fitting like two pieces of a fucking puzzle. Getting you onto the improvised stage was a task in itself - you've stuttered on your way up and if it wasn't for Simon's hands catching your shoulders, you'd fall square on your face. "Who's singing Willow's part?" - Simon wondered as you offered him his microphone - your eyes darted next to his head as if you were trying to determine which of the Ghosts in front of you was the real one. "You, duh. Bet you're rocking luscious, beautiful curls under that mask 'f yours." "Fuckin' close 'nough, I guess." - The guy laughed, shaking his head at you - your drunk form was absolutely fucking adorable. If he'd have to describe it, you looked like a mischievous little devil. "Hit it, Jack!" - You exclaimed, pointing in Johnny's direction - Cassie was kneeling in front of the table with her phone at the ready, determined to catch every second of what was coming. Fuck, Simon realized, he'll have this on his plate for the foreseeable future. "Ma'am, yes ma'am!" - Soap answered with matching intensity, saluting as he his 'play'. The known base filled the silent lounge, having everyone staring at you with their breaths batted - you were swaying in the rhythm, your moves far from graceful but you were clearly enjoying yourself, lost in the moment.

You didn't know what you were expecting - Simon was a well-built man with 6'3 height under his belt, his voice naturally guttural and gruffly, clouded with a thick British accent. While you braced yourself to hear the most horrible hellish screeching imaginable, Simon's singing almost gave you a heart attack and swept Johnny off his drunk feet. Ghost sounded like an angel. All of you stared at the man in disbelief as he poured his fucking soul into the lyrics, hitting each fucking note perfectly. His interpretation of your favourite song was what you wanted to listen to over and over, selfishly wishing you'd record it. Simon had to poke your shoulder to make you realise it was your turn to sing - hastily, you joined him during the chorus, surprising your small audience even further.

Your singing wasn't bad, but not Grammy-worthy either - and yet, hearing you two harmonize was magical. Soon, you'd forget about your friends at the table, staring at each other while singing your hearts out. His eyes hadn't moved from yours, the man sang each line as if he meant it - it made your heart beat heavily in your chest. For Simon, it wasn't just singing - each line of the song had a meaning. It was one of his silly little wishes it could become your reality where you'd met earlier in your lives. In this universe, you'd be just two young adults falling in love, meeting up so you'd forget all about the stress and anxiety tying you down in each other's arms.

In that reality, Simon could be enough for you and you'd be enough for yourself. You wouldn't feel the need to stick around guys who weren't good for you, you wouldn't receive extortive mail, and you wouldn't be alone. He wouldn't cover his face because he couldn't stand to look himself in the eye, neither because he was protecting his identity. In this reality, William wouldn't exist. You'd have your spot in each others' arms, falling asleep feeling safe. In this reality, you could lead a happy, day-to-day life. There was a small moment when the song finished, a glimpse of a second when Simon almost kissed you. Your expression was adoring, glimmering with happiness and pure, unconditional love - the microphone dropped by your hip, and you were staring into his eyes, taking a small step closer. The whole moment was ruined by Nelly getting up, clapping and whistling cheerfully, others following suit - not bad for Si's karaoke debut, Cassie had to admit.

As you stumbled away from Simon's reach, you stumbled on your feet again, falling flat on the ground this time. - "Fuck." "Aight, missy, 's 'nough for you tonight. I'll take you home, yeah?" "Noooo, Ghoooost..." - You whined dramatically as he helped you over to the table, sitting you down. - "The party just started, man. We can't leave now." "You tell that to your toilet later. Price?" - Ghost called out, catching his skipper's attention. - "Can you look after Miss Diva for a second? Gotta go to the bog." "You got it, kid."

It couldn't have taken more than five minutes to take a piss, Simon rushed the entire process to be back as soon as possible. And yet, you were gone when he made it back - your coat disappeared from the hanger, your purse gone too. Jesus fucking Christ. You were giving him a run for his money. "Where is she?" - Simon demanded, burning a hole in Price's forehead. Five fucking minutes. He was meant to look after you for five fucking minutes. "Y/N got some sort of a text and said she has to leave immediately. Who am I to stop her? She's an adult. Can make her own bloody decisions." "I was just about to walk her home." "Then you should've said so. Hadn't caught that." "Right."- Ghost fumed out, turning to Cassie. - "Can you give me her number?" "Yeah, of course, let me text it to you. Want help with finding her?" "You go and enjoy the rest of the night." "Si!" - Cassie cried out as Simon turned on his heels, following him immediately. - "I'm sorry, but John's right. We weren't listening in and Y/N's a grown-up..." "It's fine, Cass. I'll find her."

You couldn't have made it far - in the state you were in, on your wobbly and unsteady legs? No way in hell you'd make it even around the block. What worried Simon, however, was the park to his right hand. The man hoped you had enough reason not to walk through it. The first thing he heard was a hiccup before you drunkardly mumbled your name, doing your best impression of being sober. "'s me. Where have you fuckin' disappeared to?" "Me? I know a lot of mes, sir. My mum told me not to talk to strangers. S-Stranger fuckin' danger an' all that, yannow?" "It's Ghost, Y/N, you slipped out of the karaoke bar. Where the hell are you, woman?" "Awwww, hiiiii. I didn't know *hiccup* you had my number?" "Got it from Cass. Can you spill the tea?" "'m on my way home." - You explained as if it weren't obvious. - "The mood for partying kinda dropped to zero, decided I gotta go check on my adorable little doggo. I missed my sweet little princess." "That's all sweet. What do you see around you?" - Thankfully, you were drunk enough not to catch onto his plan of finding you and started to talk about your surroundings. For once, Simon was grateful for drunk people being gullible and honest.

"Trees. Lots of 'em. 's kinda dark around but I'm pretty sure some food *hiccup* in the distance. Yep, right up the vein!" "Dearie, don't say this sort'f stuff so loud, yeah?" - Simon asked, turning on his heels towards the park. He could hear you giggle on the other end, the sweet sound making him grin. - "What's that about?" "Dearie is cute 'n all, but I like it when you call me love. Makes me weak in my knees 'n all." - You admitted, stuttering over your words as you tee-heed again as if you told Simon some well-guarded secret. As if Simon didn't already know. "'kay love, tell me more about your surroundings, I'm on my way to get you. Can call you love for the rest of the night if you'd fancy that." "Ohmygod..." - You sighed swiftly, chuckling at the prospect ahead. Ghost tenderly whispering 'love' the whole night sounded like a fucking dream come true. - "You'd *hiccup*... You'd like to do that?" "Wished to do so for the longest time, love."

"I can see a bistro and some... Fuckin' statue. Whatever the fuck that's *hiccup* supposed to be, it's scary." "Any benches in the area?" - Even though your description was far from eloquent, Simon knew the place you had in mind. It was a small takeaway coffee selling baked goods and hot drinks to go. He hadn't visited it, but Cass mentioned it here and there because it wasn't far from her workplace and she enjoyed going there on her lunch break. The statue, if he wasn't mistaken, was representing either Shakespeare or Peter Pan, but Simon was unable to recall it correctly at the moment. As he suspected, you didn't get far at all. "Quite a lot. Fuck, I think it's some sort'f a square or somethin'." "Sit down for me, love, I'll be there soon. Stay with me on the phone for now, yeah?" "But I miss Bonnie soooo much, Ghost, I just wanna..." - He could hear as you struggled to sit down and fell onto the bench beats later. It was hard to make out what you precisely wanted to do to Bonnie, but he could hear some humming and kisses here and there. - "She's home all alone, my poor baby." "Not for long now, I swear, we'll take off as soon as I find you. How you're feelin'?" "Haven't thrown up yet. 's a good sign, no?" "Look at you. Quite impressive given everything you've poured down your throat." "I can handle my *hiccup* fuckin' alcohol." "You sure can..." - Simon answered breathlessly, finally reaching the spot - he could see your silhouette splayed all over the bench, your coat undone, your purse lying right next to you. - "You sure can, love." - He said as he approached, having you sit up straight faster than lightning. Your expression started beaming with blissful happiness the second you laid your eyes on him.

"Hi, Ghost!" - You squealed, shoving the phone into your purse, not caring to end the call. - "You look good tonight. *hiccup* Have I told you that already?" "Not that I can recall, no. Lookin' beautiful yourself." "Now you're just making shit up, I'm fuckin' wasted, dude. Drunk people never look sexy, 's what I always said anyway." "You look amazing all the time, love, without a fail. C'mon now, let's get you home." "You mean that?" - You whispered, your eyes glued to his as he helped you to stand your feet. Without his arm around your waist guiding you forward, you'd be fucked. Everything was blurry and multiplied, you couldn't say which trees were real and which were just a fragment of your imagination. "Never meant anything more in my life. Even in the most worn-out sweatpants you own. Let me take you home now, you sexy beast." "Never say that again. Sexy beast? Love's so much better. Jesus." "Your wish is my command, ma'am." - Ghost muttered sweetly, leading you towards the bus stop. Both of you were laughing, you were right - 'sexy beast' was the most horrid-sounding pet name that ever graced Simon's lips.

As mentioned before, Simon hated being the centre of attention - everything about that made the hair on his arms stand in pure displeasure. He hated when people stared at him, fearing that he was a threat; he just wished to blend into the crowd and remain unseen and unnoticed. Let's just say... That being unnoticed in a packed double-decker in central London with a giggling, drunken mess in his arms was near impossible. For once, however, Simon wouldn't change for the world - it was endearing to feel you grasping his jacket, nuzzling yourself closer so you wouldn't fall on some stranger in such a confined space. Watching and feeling your head leaning to his chest with a confined smile, taking a relaxed breath - smelling him and listening to his heartbeat. He'd imagined this so many times. Even though the circumstances were far from perfect, everything about it made Simon happy. He'd come to rescue you from any party you'd go to just to feel the fuzzy warmth bubbling in his chest again.

When you finally arrived at your flat, the first thing you did was turn into a whiney mess - instantly, you were on your knees, your clothes leaving very little to Simon's imagination. You burrowed your head in Bonnie's fur, sobbing uncontrollably. As he locked the door behind you, Simon simply hoped it was happy, let it be ugly, crying. "She's... She's so perfect." - You sobbed, pulling Bonnie close to your chest as you looked up to Simon, your make-up absolutely ruined by that point. The dog was clueless and didn't know what was happening - it simply licked your chin feverishly, welcoming you home. - "She's the best thing in my life right nooooow..." - And now, you were whaling. Great. Drunk women were the most ferocious and dangerous creatures in the universe - Simon was adamant about that. - "I love her soooo fucking much." "Absolutely correct, love, she's our perfect little girl. How about we clean your face and change you to more comfortable clothes?" Simon whispered, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

Seriously, he needed you to change your clothes ASAP - he'd love anything else but watching your figure and curves (the current view alone was bringing Simon many indecent thoughts)... But drunk fucking wasn't something Riley would be interested in - if the two of you were going to have sex, it would be sober and with full consent. The man prayed to whatever gods up there to make you change into the baggiest sweatpants and shirt you had lying around to cool off his libido. As you crawled out of your bedroom in a Bristle Bears jersey with biker shorts under, the crisis was, thankfully, averted.

Twenty minutes later, you splattered over your sofa - the TV was playing in the background as you sat with your face turned to Simon. He gently ran at least the 20th makeup wipe over your face with the utmost gentleness he could muster, concentration knitting his eyebrows together. He even took the liberty of making you a cup of tea, God bless him.

The window was crooked open, the rest of his cig slowly burning out in an improvised ashtray you crafted for him. That was when Simon noticed yet another wave of tears in your eyes. "What is it, love? Did I poke your eye on accident?" "No, that's not it. Thank you for being so nice to me." - You sobbed, first tears rolling down your cheeks. Simon sighed, doing his best to keep his inner peace balanced - seeing you cry for the millionth time was both soul-crushing and tiring at the same time. "'s nothin', trust me. What's goin' on in that noggin of yours?"

"You." - It was just a whisper, but it made Simon straighten up - his head slightly tilted this shoulder, his eyebrows cocked in confusion. - "Ehm, I meant, your face. You're being so nice to me, take care of me even though you don't have to, spend your free time in that damn flower shop with me even though all I can offer is my company..." "But your company's enough for me, trust..." "... And I don't even know *sob* what you look like." - You whinced, wiggling away from his palm. You were doing your best to stop the childish tantrum, even bent your head backwards and tried pushing the tears back in. - "It just... Doesn't feel fair, yannow? I know you have your reasons for covering your face. I know I'm acting like an absolute asshole over something so minuscule right now. Do you realize how stupid I feel for crushing on someone whose face I hadn't seen? I'd recognize your eyes anywhere, but I'd like to see more. And no matter what, I can't stop wishing to see more, even though I know it won't ever happen. Like... You hadn't told me what your name is, I just got your number because you were pissed at me, you never talk about yourself, or share details... And me crying about it is the stupidest and most selfish thing fucking ever because I'm your friend, and I'm supposed to respect your fucking privacy..."

Simon didn't move for a few beats, tuning out whatever you were ranting about - not that he didn't want to listen, but because the simple confession stole his breath away. What did you just say? Crushing? You had a crush on him? Simon was ready to outright propose if you'd like to, right there on your sofa, to your whiney, drunk ass. Confirming you had true feelings for him was marvellous, stopping his mind from wondering whether just flirted around, making him out to be just a nice little distraction. You weren't. As he processed the information, he couldn't help but chuckle - the sound halted your crying and whining immediately. If you had asked him any other time, Simon would've most likely denied the request outright... But since you were both drunk, the liquid courage was making him less self-aware and more confident. Why not? Why shouldn't he just go for it? Take his chances with you?

"... And I even asked Cassie about you even though I knew I shouldn't... I'm such a fucking prick, bloody hell." "That's what you're cryin' your pretty eyes out about?" - Simon asked, completely detached from whatever you were going about for the last few minutes. "I mean... *sob* I know it's selfish 'n all, but I'd say... Fuck! Yannow, some guys on the telly said that non-verbal communication makes up to 70% of all human interactions." "All you gotta do is ask, pretty girl." - Simon murmured, his breath growing shallow - his heart was beating so fast as if it were to burst out of his fucking chest, pressure raising rapidly as he realized the insanity of what was he was about to do. He'd push the baklava off his face if his palms weren't a sweaty, trembling mess. "Ghost, I beg you - can I see what you look like?" "Take it off yourself, love."

Gently scooping closer to him, you pumped your fingers a few times to stop them from shaking. Your adrenaline shot through the roof, and you started dragging your fingers on his shoulders, slowly working your way to his neck - giving him time to process your touch and get used to the stimuli. His body felt scorching under your touch, his pulse fast under the tips of your fingers. His eyes were closed, breathing unsteady, muscles tensed up unnaturally. You could see Ghost's palm clinging to the back of your couch, his fingers buried in with a force that turned his knuckles white. As you finally started peeling the baklava off, his body shuttered, leaning away from you. As if it was an unconscious reaction, Simon didn't spend any time before sliding back within comfortable reach, already missing the comfort of your touch. "You sure it's okay for you?" "Mhm. Just keep goin'. Don't stop - if you stop, it'll kill me, darling." - Simon muttered, securing himself in place. His leg was lazily thrown over your waist so you'd sit puzzled together, Bonnie sleeping wedged into the small space. He wanted you to see. Simon wished to look you in the eyes without covering his face. He finally wished you to experience and feel all the love and adoration brewing within him. "Okay."

Much to his dismay, you were taking your bloody time, tearing the material off so agonizingly slow - one hand was lifting the fabric, your dominant hand gently caressing every inch of the newly discovered skin. Your eyes tried to memorise it all in case you wouldn't see it again - the dent in his chin, his fawn stubble, the sharp outline of his jaw, sharp contours of his cheeks, his plush and full lips and even the ugly scar reaching from his upper lip to his left nostril. Your caresses worshipped his hooked nose, the sweet dark spots under his eyes, and all the freckles standing out on his upper cheeks thanks to the area being exposed to the sun more than the rest of his place. He could feel your touches moulding his skin gently, dragging your fingers on the ugly scar on his temple, carefully tugging on his soft dirty blonde hair - then, suddenly, the baklava was fully off. Simon felt it coming, but it still surprised him; so much so that he squished his lips into a tight line, as if he tried to hide from your eyes for even a second longer. Your hand discarded the baklava almost carelessly. Knowing you've thrown Simon's most precious shield on the ground left him utterly defenceless in your arms, at the mercy of your words and actions. And yet, there was no other place he'd rather be in the entire world.

"Ghost..." - Your voice grew meek with adoration and emotion, your palms still kneading his face. It was then that he finally allowed himself to peek at you, to see your expression. Your lips were parted slightly, your face flushed with heat, your eyes scanning him adoringly. Tears were dropping on your cheeks again. This time, Simon knew they were the result of the happiness you felt, therefore he didn't comment on them. Fuck, he felt like the luckiest and most handsome man walking the Earth.

"Hey there, dolly." - Gently, his lips brushed over the inner side of your palm before he leaned back into the touch. "You're so fucking beautiful. Bonnie, look." - Picking the dog up, you pointed at Simon's face and giggled, making Simon smirk right back at you. The dog yawned, licking its mouth and shaking its head - it wasn't interested in Simon's face to reveal in the slightest. - "He's perfect. Isn't he perfect? Tell him how fucking flawless he is, come on." "You don't mean that. That's the alcohol talking." - Simon chuckled while looking away from you, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced a gulp down his throat. Embarrassment painted his cheeks bright pink. You made him blush, you realized, staring at him with your mouth agape. The triumph made you cackle.

The duality of Ghost left you speechless - a confident, 6'4 guy not to be messed around with the mask, snarky humour, and his physical presence overwhelming you every time. This Ghost? Giggly, happy, slightly drunk. You loved how comfortable he looked with legs puzzled around your waist, his right arm leaning into the sofa as he looked everywhere around the room instead of you. You adored every inch of his dark pink blush and the entire universe that exploded, establishing itself behind his eyes. So this was the man you loved, the one you pinned after for the last few months? You loved every inch of him. Even if he'd look utterly different, you'd still be enchanted.

"Piss drunk people are always honest." - You admitted, caressing his upper arm. Were you staring? Probably. Was it making Ghost uncomfortable or flattered? Hard to tell. Could you be stopped? No. When will you get another chance like this, to fawn over his beauty in its full glory? He was everything you imagined... And much more than that.

"... I really like it when you blush." - It was a careful admission, but you meant it. You put Bonnie down on your lap again, leaning your elbow into the couch right next to his arm, so you could stare at him more comfortably. "... And I really like you." - Simon spilt without giving it too much thought, immediately realizing what he'd just said. Well, as Price often said, in for a penny - in for a pound. This was the night of admissions and confessions... At least it was turning out to be. And each little confession felt natural, lifting heaviness off his shoulders. You knew. You must've known by now. And yet, finally admitting to it felt uplifting. "I just want you to know that if I was bold enough, I'd kiss you right now, Ghost..." "Simon." - The man whispered, shutting you off. Hearing his government name lit your face up. An amazed sigh left your lips as you connected his name to his appearance, burning it into the back of your head. - "It's Simon Riley... My name's Simon Riley. I should've told you way sooner."

"Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon..." - You chanted as if you hadn't heard a more beautiful word before. Biting your lip, your hand has risen to his cheek again, cupping it gently. Hearing his own name falling off your lips like that was heavenly. - "A name for an angel rather than for a Ghost. I like that name. It suits you." "I'm glad to hear that, ma'am." - Simon didn't like it. The name reminded him of his old man way too much, connecting him to a troubled family tree, to the people who turned him into what he was. He wasn't willing to ruin the moment you shared, however. If you said his name's nice... It must've been. "And may I?" - You whispered, staring at his lips. Simon licked his lips expectedly, nodding to let you know it's fine, that he wants it too. He put his hand on your waist, holding you in place as he scooped you closer - you were puzzling himself into his arms as if you belonged there forever, being that one little silly puzzle piece he'd lost before he was born. Your knees wrapped around his waist as you palmed his t-shirt, steadying your position.

You were both taking your time, giggling excitedly, blissed with disbelief. Your breathing was tickling Simon's face, making Simon's smile widen. Your eyes closed as you positioned your elbow around his shoulders, your nails gently scratching his scalp. So close... He was so close. Your noses bumped together, warm skin dragging across each other, your breath finally stabilizing as you got ready for the final stretch. Simon could feel your lips brush against his... But the kiss didn't come. It never came, in fact. The moment Simon opened his eyes to deduce what was wrong, a snore cut through the comfortable silence in your apartment. At first, it shut Simon off. He was staring at you, holding his palms on your shoulder blades, playing with the ends of your hair - until he started laughing quietly.

He wasn't upset, God forbid angry with you. You were trolled, in the end, drinking way more than you should - he half expected to be holding your hair for you by this point of the night. Even though you hadn't really touched the first base, this night turned into everything Simon wished for. This was just his luck - the lady holding his heart in a headlock dozing off before anything happened. "She's knackered." - Simon whispered towards Bonnie lying on the ground. The cutesy dog had no idea what he was saying, but she was excited enough to nuzzle and nibble on his ankle. - "I know, sweet girl, I know. Let me put mommy to bed, and then we'll set out for a walkie, yeah?" - The man ushered as he started folding you into his arms bridal style. Upon the word 'walkie', Bonnie growled and whimpered excitedly, almost wiggling her tail off. - "Hush, you little furry beast."

The duo spent half an hour walking outside on a cold night, Simon taking his bloody time smoking a few cigarettes to calm down. Bonnie was doing her own thing, carrying various sticks to him so they could play fetch. As soon as the door to your flat opened and Bonnie's paws got cleaned, the dog sped into your bedroom, nuzzling to you - all you did in response was throw your hand over her, grunting displeasantly. Before leaving, Simon quickly put together a note.

'Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. Prepared some coffee and painkillers for you on the counter. Text me when you wake up. Love, - Simon'

#simon riley #simon riley x fem!reader #ghost cod #ghost x fem!reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #john price #141 cod #task force 141 #cod: mw #here we go agaiiin #this one was a struggle to finish #i love how the ending turned out tho #they are such a cute lil mischevious pair

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T 5 I VE

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it.

The cult members merely stood in shock and fearful awe, processing the poetic riddle as Jake revealed his true identity, Leviathan, one of the Seven Princes of Hell, associated with the deadly sin, Envy.

He didn’t budge his posture as he remained standing with the superior stance of having his feet shoulder width apart, his arms crossed as he makes eye contact with each cult member.

It was at that moment you noticed the level of the ground starting to shake, as if an earthquake was breaching the city. It grew more intense at a rapid pace.

Paired with the raging waves of the ocean, there was a horrendously loud sound that emerged from the water. It was a screeching echo mixed with a roar that you’ve never heard from any other animal.

Jake smirks as he maintains his glare, tilting his chin downward, he slightly turns to your direction and extends a hand out for you to grab onto.

“Beautiful mortal daughter of God.…come over to my side.” He smiles.

Taking his hand, he gently pulls you over in front as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts his hand to cradle your chin.

Slightly tilting your face upwards and tilting it to the side, off into the view of the wide ocean, he bids you to watch.

“Witness what I can do…”

You leaned back into his chest, your muscles shake at the sound coming from the sea, it was getting louder and the waves grew larger and stronger.

“We-we’ll all drown! Those waves! They’re coming right towards us!”

“Get the Senator out of here! Quickly!”

As the men scurried and tucked the Senator away into the vehicle, the remaining regulators who stood by watched in disbelief and horror at what emerged from the water.

You couldn’t lie, you also were stricken with fear for a moment. It drew its body out of the sea as it flowed through the waves, levitating, it continued its motions as it swam through the air, circulating around the tall buildings…yet all the infrastructure in the city couldn’t compare to its great size.

“My pet…” Jake smirks out as he tugs on your waist.

The creature continued to flow gracefully throughout the city, up high, it remained just below the clouds as it effortlessly tangled itself around the city buildings with its elongated and serpentine form.

Screams and chaos ensued in the city as the public all swarmed, hiding away for safety and cover. The creature roared and screeched, it’s thunderous sound effect caused glass to shatter, buildings to rattle, and the clouds to dissipate.

“Listen here you morons!” Jake exclaims to the members who remained behind as the senator’s vehicle drives off.

“Remember this, you and all who are like you, are so far from God. You praise his name yet you disrespect it in the unholiest manner. You believe yourself to be led by a noble leader, but take my warning with strict value…if anything should happen to y/n….I will personally see to it that the city and all who reside within it is devoured. Don’t even get me started on what HE would do…the world will cease to exist, and you all will face him in Hell…every single one of you.”

The members all shook and froze in fear as both, Jake’s words and the monstrosity of the demon lurking through the city nearly caused them to lose pulse.

Scattering as they hurried away, dropping their weapons and migrating deep into the suburbs, they disappeared like roaches.

Smirking once more, Jake looks up and watches as the enormous serpent swiftly, with incredible speed, dives back into the sea. As the last bit of its form submerges and disappears into the depths of the water, the waves die down and the water returns to a placid state of tranquil ripples.

“Let’s go back princess.”

…….....

Just as Sunoo did, Jake stayed with you all throughout the night. You can’t recall what time you went to sleep, for the moment you both reached your apartment, he started up your shower and undressed you.

“Let’s get wet….come here."

...............

Stripping you of your clothing, he follows suit as he guides you in the shower. Plastering your back against the tiled wall, he kneels down and loops one of your legs over his shoulder.

With the sweet kisses of his lips, the metal lip ring pressing up against your skin as he sucks on your clit, thrusts in his tongue and explored you inside and out, causing your body to go limp.

Continuing on with his oral performance, he went on for what must have been hours, your body was reaching the painful tingles of overstimulation as you grabbed onto his hands, his hair, and his shoulders.

“I-I can’t! Please…n-no more!”

“That’s too bad princess…Heeseung has a lot of stamina, we gotta get you up to speed…unless you want that type of pain…." he pauses as he performs a slow and painfully pleasing lick up your slit.

"trust me...you don’t want that." he finishes.

You screamed out your moans as both your bodies remained drenched from the sprinkling shower head.

“Just learn to overcome it…it’s going to help you in the long run….besides…" breathing against your clit, he gently taps his lips with gentle pecks as he speaks in between. "you taste really good.”

Making sweet love to your entry with his mouth, you couldn’t recall when or how, but at some point while you were still inside the shower, you had passed out. Though it wasn’t too far from him finally reaching a finishing point as you heard him whisper out just before your vision grew dark…

“Not too bad. Longer than I expected…you’ll do fine with him….sweet princess....”

A gentle kiss on your inner thigh was the last thing you felt before suddenly waking the next morning.

…….

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quodekash · 7 months

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HOLY FRICK THE EPISODE CAME OUT 17 AND A HALF HOURS AGO BUT I COULDNT WATCH IT BC I WAS CAMPING WITH NEXT TO NO SERVICE

BUT IM HOME NOW SO ITS TIME TO DIE AND EXPLODE AND EXPLODE AGAIN AND THEN DIE AGAIN AND SCREAM A LOT

...why do I feel like she doesnt actually like him but she just thinks she likes him

I mean its entirely possible she does

but im just putting it out there that she might not

AHA

SHE SAYS SHE JUST WANTS TO STUDY AT THE SAME UNI AS HIM

NOT THAT SHE LIKES HIM OR WANTS TO BE WITH HIM IN A ROMANTIC SENSE

BADABING BADABOOM KANG IS JUST DRAMATIC AND THINKS THAT MEANS SHE LIKES HIM

maybe

again, its very possible she does actually like sailom

oh honeyyyyy

my boy :(((

he sad :(((((((((

OML IM LAUGHING SO HARD

HIS JUMPER SAYS 'BOY'

HE IS INDEED ONE OF THOSE

WHY AM I FINDING THIS SO FUNNY

I DONT THINK ANYONE ELSE LAUGHED AT THIS BUT HERE I AM LOSING MY MIND

HEY

WHY

DUDE WE NEED THIS PLOT TO PROGRESS YOU CANT JUST QUIT

DO YOU REMEMBER HOW MUCH PINING YOU GUYS HAD WHEN YOU HAD TO FIRE HIM FOR LIKE FIVE DAYS?????? YOU GUYS WERE FRIKIN HOPELESS

YOU COULDVE TALKED TO ECAH OTHER AND YOU DIDNT

AND NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN SURVIVE JUST QUITTING???? NUH UH, NOT ON MY WATCH SON

...oh

well now im sad

WELL NOW IM S A D D E R

OH HONEY

MY BOY NEEDS VALIDATION

IM GONNA CRY

AWWWWHHHHHHHHH

lmaoooo the super slow dramatic shots as he questions everything

she's just a lesbian kang, calm down bro

IM SORRY, I CANT GET OVER HIS BOY SHIRT

GUYS THEYRE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER

I THINK THEY MIGHTVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO INTERACT OUTSIDE OF TUTORING????

OML LOOK AT HOW PIMFAH'S SITTING

SHES SO GAY

and valid. I would sit that attentively if it were me as well, june is too too pretty hOW IS SHE SO PRETTY

bro was just offered a footy position by a senior, and he's thinking about sailom. gay as all hell

AAAAAAA

GUYNAWA TIME OMGOMGOMGOMG

IM SO EXCITEDDDDDDD

HEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE YES NAWA’S GONNA REPLACE HIM AN THEN GUYNAVA ARE GONNA PLAY ON THE SAME TEAMMMMMMM

also lmao he's good at catching balls

that sentence will definitely send both of them into insane amounts of gay panic

THIS IS SO SOUNDWIN OF THEM AND I CANT EXPLAIN IT, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

HOLY FRICK WE'RE NEARLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE SERIES AND WE'RE GETTING A DECENT AMOUNT OF PROGRESS FOR THESE TWO, IM SO EXCITED

HELP I CANT TELL IF SHES KIDDING OR NOT SOMEONE HELP ME

DOES SHE LIKE HIM??? DOES SHE NOT LIKE HIM???? DOES SHE JUST ADMIRE HIM PLATONICALLY?????? H E L P

also: she better be about to make a joke about like "oh well, im heartbroken now. i thought you could spend time with me, but it turns out your heart is only for kanghan, as i expected" and we can all watch sailom gay panic

oh. she was serious.

dANG IT

OH NO SHES SO SAD

NOW IM SO SAD

FRICK DANG IT

OH NOOOO

HONEYYYYYYY

FRICKKKKKKK

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

oh :(

its a metaphor :(

i usually love metaphors but this one is sad

i didnt expect to get so invested in this sailom/pimfah thing

i think i just love pimfah a lot

shes so important to me

and so is sailom

and so is kanghan

i get unhealthy emotional attachments to fictional characters and also to real people and because of that i cant let anything go and i hoard things and memories and people for fear that i will be left alone

anyway-

bro

the grabbing each other's shirts??? the rain??? the yelling at each other????

this is literally that scene from the pilot trailer

where they yell at each other about hating the other, and then kiss

(i think about that scene probably more than is strictly necessary)

W H A T

wh-

h- he

he tOLD HIM????

RIGHT OFF THE BAT JUST LIKE THAT????

(yes dr seuss i did- sorry, now is not the time for sanders sides references)

um.

im.

well i think i just died

boy is Shook™️

i mean valid

but his expression is so funny to me and im laughing again

his older brother senses are tingling

they👏were👏paired👏together👏randomly👏therefore👏they👏are👏soulmates👏

i love them so much

HE WAS THE FIRST ONE TO HIS SIDE I CANT

IM FINE IM FINE IM FINE

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trulybetty · 5 months

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Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much!��I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D T H I S W E E K . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Spotify

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marvelgirlstories · 9 months

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Hi, I'm finally back!!!

This is a Tom Holland fluff alphabet, because why not???

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

Tom Holland,

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves your personality. Everything about you make him smile and he will immediately tell if something is wrong.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yessss! He would love to, but only if you want to. He will wait as long as he needs too.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He almost always big spoons you, unless his has had a bad day or is feeling sad.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

They are always very cute and fun. They are normally very spontaneous, he will only ask you weeks in advance if it's your birthday or something like that. He will always make sure you want to do what you are doing and often knows how to base dates of your mood.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are my life.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You met through filming for marvel and became best friends. He realized it somewhere along the way. You were always has a crush on him but was to scared to ask.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This man is the king of gentleness! Always makes sure his is not hurting you and you have everything you want.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

As said before, you became best friends I instantly. He loved you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Although he tries not to show it, he does get jealous, but calms down a bit if you reassure him, you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

First kiss was very sweet. You were both just hanging out and talking, when you noticed him staring. "What?", you asked. "Nothing. I just really want to do something.", he replied. You had no idea what he was going to do, so you said,"Do it." And so he kissed you, although it took you by surprise, you kissed back just before he was going to pull away.

As for how, he loved to put his hands on your waist. You would normally put them on his neck.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He said it while he was away. He had sent you a voice message and accidently said it at the end. He didn't regret it though.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably when you met his family, because you got along so well. (You got yourself 4 new best friends (Harrison, Harry, Sam and Paddy))

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He will spoil you loads, but often with surprises. Like one day, you would get a letter in the post and it would have a plane ticket in it. Once you were in LA, he would take you anywhere you want to go. He also took you to the set of the movie he was filming. He would buy presents for occasions, like birthday, anniversary or national girlfriend day. (Sometimes if he wanted to give you a gift anyway, he would just Google what day it is, than give you one for "World Lemur Day" (28. Oct).

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I feel like he would like green??

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling

(My) Love

Sweetheart (only if you are behaving the exact opposite)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He is a big family person. He loves it when you get along with them. I mean you always do, but he is still very happy and proud.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Netflix and chill. Like loads of cuddles. Just in bed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He knows what you want in different situations and will make sure that you have it. Also cuddles always help!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Different things. From your work to his work, to what's on the TV and what shall we do tomorrow. You guys never run out of things to say.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He just loves it if he gets to lay down on you, you play with his hair and you talk to him. He will almost always fall asleep.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He doesn't really show off. Sometimes he will do a little PDA in Public to show someone you are his, but other than that nothing.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes after a lovely date on your anniversary. He made sure to ask your parents first, but they love him so of course they said yes. You were at the beach and he pointed out some birds to you. When you turned around he was down on one knee.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Before he did, he would often think about it and hope that you said yes

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Not at the moment as he has Tessa, but in the future a dog as well!

Hope you all like it! I'm hoping to post Stole my heart Part 3 on Monday or Tuesday and until thenI will try and post other fanfics.

See you all tomorrow 💕🩷💞

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penname-artist · 2 years

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You all are NOT READY for these notes. I JUST finished watching the ENTIRE Cars on the Road series (before 9:00 at that) and my guys. There is SO MUCH to talk about. This is just what I was able to think up and react to during my binge here, I will probably come back with much more detailed look throughs at a later date. But here is my reactions, raw and unedited! SPOILERS WARNING Y'ALL (and I apologize now that I need to post this on mobile so I don't have my "keep scrolling" bar BUT I WILL EDIT IT ON PC AS SOON AS I POST THIS so you guys don't have to see the spoilers yet if you do not want to. Anyways!)

-"I love Mater, but that is a LOT of Mater

-That explains Mack then! So he's there but Maters just like "no we gotta do it the old fashioned way!"

-Lightnings instant love of dinosaurs is so incredible, this precious bean

-I fucking adore that Lightning watches National Geographic, that's fucking amazing

-If you look in the dinosaur building to the top left you can see CARS HAVE CANONICALLY EVOLVED FROM SUBMARINES!?!?

-Lights Out immediately feels like my favorite and it is SO clear that this is a take on Haunted Mansion AND I LOVE IT

-I also find it interesting that 99% of the fandom says that cars/planes have a sort of sleeping mat like a mattress at night, yet in the hotel there is a complete lack of all comfort style, even just carpet or a rug. It's just a headboard mounted to the wall. A *little* bit anticlimactic BUT I will let it slide because at least it was there and the headboard thing was cute.

-The fact that Mater is initially scared and then Lightning happens to be the one who is up all night is just perfect

-RACECAR SPELLED BACKWARDS IS RACECAR HAHA WE SCARED YOU HEHEHE (I love this so much)

-THE EIGHT POINT TURN OF DEATH! (I love how this motel just fucking forgets that cars need to be able to turn around, making this such an inconvenience on McQueens part)

-ANTIFREEZE OH MY GOD

-The animation of the dance/spin sequence was stellar, 10/10 please don't hurt yourselves animators!

-I feel so bad for and relate so much with Lightning leaving the hotel. I get horrible sleep at hotels, cannot actually sleep worth a wink.

-Randy, you poltergeist, be nice to the cars of today's century!

-Salt Fever just started and holy shit were they singing songs together!? That's incredible XD

-I am so in love with their casual banter, it's so cute to see and I'm so glad that McQueen is finally given the ability to RELAX and not be straining for some personal goal.

-The way that Lightning's eyes fucking bulge as this l o n g c a r comes past them is awesome. Like. Yeah. Yeah that's their full length. Take that as you will.

-OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD WOULD MARU COME DOWN TO VISIT THIS SPEED TRACK!? DOES HE KNOW THE MECHANICS, ARE THEY FRIENDS? REALATIVES? RIVALS? AHHH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE E N D L E S S

-oh my God. OH my GOD. they actually did a whole scene of Mater reaching a sort of afterlife (well more of a limbo) and we have a winged car. And his concern for breaking the news to Lightning! Ahhh!

-"Do yOu kNOw WhAt a sEYoNce is?"

-HOW DID- BUT HE- HIS- H O W ? HIS D O O R!?!? HE OPENED HIS OWN DOOR AND JUST WENT BACK INTO HIS HEAD!?!? H E L P!?!?

-Leave the whole field hanging man, I like it. Just book it and run!

-"Mostly avoided...MOSTLY."

-Wayne County family campground. Wayne, hmm. I need to use that...

-Again. I feel Lightning's road trip pains. I too have family members who drag random strangers from the campground to hang out with us, and am then usually very disappointed and/or antisocial.

-I'm sorry issat, is that- is that some relative of Miles Axlerod? Help? Is that- i-is-?

-"thanks I'll just be going" "I said we would go" "I'm sorry w h a t?"

-hahahaha Lightning just trying to get rid of Bigfoot like it's a cat, "go away! Shoo!" Yeah that'll work man

-Man that's gotta hurt though. Also how in the fuck did him crashing into a fallen tree not damage even his PAINT in the slightest??

-Ivy is already precious and I am claiming her.

-Lightning trying to weasel out of the scenario and then Mater shows up, and in his mind you know he's thinking "God damn it Mater"

-OH MY GOD YES THE LIIIIIIGHTS AHAHA LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION MMM MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUUUUL

-Lightning alien, light- Lightnalien?? Lightnalien McQuextraterrestrial???

-I agree Mater. Cooooold.

-THIS REMIX IS AWESOME AND I WANT THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK

-Submarine wash. Yes. I accept your perilous mission.

-I can never skip the theme my guys. I cannot. It's not possible. I love it too much.

-Lightning absolutely had it RIGHT UP UNTIL the appearance of the circus. Oh my God I cannot wait to see the story behind this one.

-Car makeup interests me, ngl. How does it work exactly? Is it more temporary than getting a paint job? Exactly how OFTEN is it used instead of paint jobs for those who want a fresh look but not a permanent one, how is- okay okay you know what Apollo is going to be the one delving into that area because I need answers

-She said babe. I- I- I am just gonna- *ahem*...LESBIAN CARS H O L Y S H I T HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLY-

-Exposure therapy things. Oh my God. Does Lightning do therapy already? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod aaaaaa the headcanons, aaaaaa the open possibilities! Aaaaaaaa my brain! It's not even 8 AM!

-Aww Ivy found a new place to stay! That's really sweet. And it really fits as well. I like it.

-T r u c k s (seriously though this one hits home because my grandfather and a good friend of mine are truckers and I've been out there to see them before)

-HERE WE GO BOYS

-THE LYRICS MMMM

-HAHAHA I totally vibe with Lightning, "they never have my name!" (OH MY GOD WAIT DOES HE MEAN LIGHTNING OR MONTGOMERY OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD)

-Lightning humming the song in the end was so cute

-Not a *whole* lot of notes on this episode BUT I LOVED IT. The animation and the music was fucking amazing.

-Rustville!

-IN A MOVIE!?!? BABY YOU'RE IN THREE!

-S P I D E R C A R AAAAAAAAAAHHH

-Bella sounds really cool! And possibly pushy. But cool! (*I was right*)

-"that's technical, it comes out of a computer!...somehow" this. This feels like they're very faintly denting the fourth wall here. Help? H-help?

-Okay maybe the spotlight in a film isn't for you Lightning, and that's okay. XD

-I honestly love the dress up with the two, like Mater is kinda trying to cheer Lightning up. It's touching.

-The way that Mater describes Lightning as "being good at everything" actually really makes me wonder whether Lightning grew up a gifted kid and had those really high expectations pushed onto him. It's no wonder he's so wound up all the time when something doesn't work out for him the way he expected it to. This could be a really neat place to dive into on headcanons.

-I really like that Lightning apologized about being a jerk even though it was for a very small thing. You can tell he's grown a lot and is working on himself.

-Ivy is back! Dadgum how'd she catch up with them already? Also fucking love how the story script changed so instantaneously XD

-Maters president speech reminds me of Cars 2, in his tone I think?

-Oh my God they're arguing, ahh the best part about a road trip, am I right?

-"your breath smells like a carpet fire" damn that's a new one! *Writes down for later*

-"I got this" WELL SHIT Y'ALL GUESS WE'RE FUCKED

-For the record I know nothing about Mad Max so I am not picking up any of their references, BUT, I love the tribal theme and the breakneck wasteland aesthetics

-Shovelbeard. Need I say more!?

-I like how they are so okay with all of this because they're more just angry with one another, and then they're like "hey wait where's everyone else?"

-Oop guess we gotta join em then! TO WAR!!!

-Lightning made a very good call asking what they're fighting for. The guy answering gave him a REALLY bad answer of "I don't even know" and now we are totally fucked!

-Lightning made another right choice and HE APOLOGIZED FIRST. THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING.

-Oh good, everybody made up! Yes Lightning, buy them a whole stores worth of sippy coolers. Get the fandom some as well, we need them.

-HERE WE GO FOLKS, THE FINAL EPISODE!

-Aw poor Mater backfiring with anxiety. I know the feeling all too well, I'll get really fidgety

-HOLY M A N S I O N! :O

-HE GREW UP HERE!?!?!?!?!? W H A T !?!?!?!?

-CRUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!

-So Cruz's cousin is the guy marrying Mater's sister! How interesting! I love it!

W-wow that's his sister, she looks nothing like- OOOOHHHH THEY ARE SIBLINGS ALRIGHT

-MATO! TO-MA-TO WITHOUT THE TO, OH MY GOD

-HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THATS WHY MATER HAS BEEN PUSHING HIMSELF THIS ENTIRE TRIP TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS BEEN PUT LAST OH MY G O D

-1 2 3 ROCK! 1 2 3 ROCK! (*Okay but how does rock paper scissors even exist to them then*)

-"Did I MENTION I dabble in FAMILY THERAPY?" God bless you, Ramirez. God bless you.

-Oh my God though Cruz how many things do you do, you're about to fuck your own canon over. I HOPE ALL THESE THINGS STAY CONSISTENT, YA HEAR???

-oh my God Mater is gonna make me cry man

-may headset DIED, RIGHT AS I FINISHED IT WHAT THE FUCK

-oh my God Mateo and Mato stuck in the tire maze was hilarious

FINAL THOUGHTS!

-I will say that I AM a little disappointed that we did NOT see any reappearances from any characters outside of the Radiator Springs gang and Cruz. OR PLANES. But, I am very certain that both with their pushing and nudging and our screaming and waving of dollar bills, we will get a second season to give the team a chance to give us SOMETHING of these guys. My hope is that they finally actually go up north into Minnesota and see Dusty. Or, they stop at an air race! I would be totally cool with that! We would all be TOTALLY cool with that! Also for the sake of all of us: we NEED to have reappearances of the other characters from the other films. We need them. Desperately. We are being robbed of reunions with our old favorites

-Some old patterns they did in Cars 3 did kinda stick, such as the brushing over of Sally and Lightning's relationship, as well as the whole happenings of Cars 2, but it was less forcefully forgotten than Cars 3 was because at least here, they had the road trip chaos happening to kind of match for Cars 2's spontaneous spy plot. Truly though, could we get Finn and Holley back? Like PLEASE???

-Those negatives aside, I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. They took great care to flesh out both of their personalities and likes+dislikes, even some old traumas that we learned about for the very first time. It's so refreshing to see these two in the combination of settings just being buddies. Mater is helpful and understanding, McQueen is relaxing and trying to do the right thing, and both are trying to make sure they're each having a good time. The fact that Lightning apologizes for his mistakes multiple times is really really touching, and as someone who can strongly relate to Lightning's struggles, I can say that this is the kind of positive growth I needed to see in a television series. Even arrogant people can turn around and learn to be kinder and more open-minded about the world. It's possible and it's wonderful. Fucking thank you Pixar, this is the one character of your collection who hits closest to home and I am so glad to see he is growing and changing for the better, too.

-The ANIMATION is jaw-dropping. From the look and feel of the characters to the tiny details in the worldbuilding, as small as wrench bouquets on the hotel wallpaper. It was so interesting and so unique and welcomed. I need to comb through it again and see just all the car details that they added into the series. I also have absolutely no problem with them reusing background characters and making them with previously seen models, because the quality of animation and lighting and effects makes up for them a hundred MILLION percent. They really did not have to go above and beyond for the look of this series BUT THEY DID, and I give them my heartiest applause and kudos to every person who had a hand in this passion project. This team is goddamn phenomenal.

-I will absolutely be turning back to this series a LOT for inspiration and motivation. I'm very tempted to draw and write more Cars content since I am known to be much more Planes oriented, and I'm excited to see where that interest goes from here! I haven't got many headcanons for the Cars cast, so this is a clean slate for me! I'm really eager to see what I can do with it.

Alright, I'm going to go ahead and get ready for the rest of my day now, I have a dental appointment to be at. I will be back with more things very very soon! I hope you enjoyed this REALLY long ass post. Til the morrow!

#disney cars on the road #pixar cars on the road #disney pixar cars #pixar cars #lightning mcqueen #mater #tow mater #lightning and mater #thoughts #review

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 8 months

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I know this might be deep and dark to ask buttttt would it be possible to write a short horror type like drabble when it involves dark!Jaron finding out some thugs kidnapped his bloody lung dragon dark!Melinda? The others heard but he was on the mission with the cursed vixens to find her? Please and thanks. <3

((Hello anon, hope your doing alright. I think I can write something up for you. Just give me a second but a heads up, this will have dark themes and NSFW (Blood, gore, death, gun use etc. Some muses belong to me.

Also the pure menace/ monsters au and young adults au with some of the muses belong to @demon-blood-youths ))

It was another day or a cloudy one in dark New York City. However, it seems the area was busy with one looking out. In a hidden place, seeing though they got someone in the area only to look at the thought.

A building was broken open but it shows that something happened. Even showing one thug who was shaking seeing someone holding him hard against the wall. A familiar yet furious male at that.

"E..easy up man. I told you want I know, p..please let me go.." he said but the other said nothing tightening his grip almost feeling the metal talons digging into his skin drawing blood.

"I don't think your telling my friend everything. Maybe my hurricane can make you talk more.." Dark Rust knight said while looking ready to rip this guys throat out while Dark Breezy looks quiet to chuckle.

"Maybe we can turn his insides out. I hear it's good to get some exercise.." she smirked while looking to the thug who got scared.

"N..No no no! Please, I told you everything! I don't know where they are holding that-" He winces feeling Rust crushing his throat while grinning with his blood red eyes showing.

"You don't know? Sounds like you do." she said.

"H..Huh?! N..No no, look I told you everything! Please..Please I Don't want to die!" he cries like a wimp only for Rust to tighten his grip chocking him as the thug chocked.

"That's what your other friends said too but seems that didn't work did it?" she said looking annoyed at the guy but Rust sighed now bored.

"You know, I'm getting fucking bored of hearing you talk. If you can't talk...." That's when he saw Destroyer showing blood forming then looks. "Then you are not worth the time to us." Suddenly, he drops the thug but as he did, he stabs him right through the chest spilling blood on him and Breezy who was giggling seeing the guy chocking on his blood. After a bit, he chocked more to feeling Rust pull Destoryer out showing the thugs blood.

"Well, that was a waste of time. Do you think the others found something?" he asked flicking the blood off of Destroyer but Breezy thinks seeing the dead thugs he and her took care of.

"Maybe, but I bet Jaron is getting through this a lot faster. Though, lets keep looking. I'm sure one of this idiots know something.." she said knowing he was not happy right now. She did hear screams and disturbing laughter from Shdwkyz and Vivi who was slaughtering a few in another room together. They would be coated in their blood while murdering them all with ease.

Along the lower right, Jinx and Ink were burning a few alive using their flames together. It was so much fun to burn these idiots. The two saw the whole area burning in blue and black flames leaving nothing untouched.

The two also knew that some explosions were heard from insane laughter with Navarro who was using a new grenade launcher to fire some of Echo's energy spear bombs she makes.

Meanwhile, in another room, blood was spilled and on the walls and ground. A few piles of dead bodies was seen but one scared thug still alive. She was both shaking and crying afraid while trapped against the wall. However, it seems a dagger near her throat. Threatening to slit it open.

"P..P...Please..please l..let m..me go...." she begs but winces feeling the blade close to her throat. However, it seems that the one holding her against the wall seems he didn't want to talk for long.

"Where. Is. She?" was all he asked looking down but the female thug was confused.

"W..what? What are y-" she winces feeling him shove her harder against the wall but slowly looks up showing his angry dark orange eyes. She went pale seeing the look in his eyes. That was scary but she saw what those eyes did to the other thugs in this room.

"!?"

"Are you trying to waste my time? I'm saying this again. Tell me where she is!"

"I'm telling you, I really don't know!"

"Stop lying to me you bitch! I know she's here. I know she's stuck in this shit hole so tell me where!"

"Please! I didn't know they took a young woman here! That's all I can tell you but please just let me-Gah!!" she winces from Jaron stabbing her in the side with a shard but he even looks seeing her crying.

"I don't have time to play fucking games with you. Tell me where she is...or maybe I should leave you here to fucking bleed to death. So tell me!" he twisted the shard hearing her yell in pain. It hurts! He was not joking but he could kill her while she was sobbing.

"P..Please please stop! Please! I don't wanna die! Just let me go! That hurts!!" she begs.

"Then tell me where the hell she is!" he orders twisting the shard more as more blood begins seeping out of the wound. "Because the more time your not talking, the more time your wasting." he growls but seeing his three familiars already coated in blood while growling scaring her more.

"Now I'm going to ask you one more time....WHERE. IS. SHE!? I know you fuckers kidnapped my lung dragon. MY BLOODY LUNG DRAGON! So Talk!!!!" he snarled but the female thug only to make her wince.

"O..okay okay!!!! I heard she's in the lower room from here. Just f..find the red door and I heard some have her there!" she said.

"....A red door. Your not lying to me are you?" he said.

"N..No no! Please, I'm speaking the truth!" she said but Dark jaron said nothing only to look annoyed.

"Tch...." He shoves her back harder against the wall but looks to her while holding his knife seeing her holding the wound while bleeding.

"Fine, I believe you..but you're going to lead me there. So don't try any shit with me or else. You got it?" he said seeing her nod scared but as she did, the door opens to show a few thugs holding guns to Jaron.

"There you are! Don't move or we'll blow your head off!" one said but Jaron didn't face them but he was getting annoyed.

He didn't have time for this! Looking more angry he slowly turns to have his black hat covering his head. The thugs didn't move aiming their weapons. They saw he was coated in blood as some was dripping from his fingers to the ground.

"Didn't you hear me!? I said don't mo-"

Suddenly, Jaron looks up but his eyes were glowing a darker orange, a wisp showing past his lips with his upper face darkened in the shadows to make all the thugs tense up almost like they had a headache. Blood begins to run down their eyes but because of the pain. They looked scared but Jaron only looks to him while twirling his knife.

"You assholes are starting to annoy me. I need to find my bloody lung dragon..so..why don't you guys be good little shits and protect us to the Red room or door as this bitch said. You can be some help.." he said but looks to the female who tenses scared before looking at the other thugs.

"Lower them but you all won't do a damn thing till I say it.." He said having the thugs lower their guns to be under his control thanks to the Silver Tongue Ability: Mass Persuasion. That's when he looks to the female but forces her up as she was scared.

"Get up. You lead dear...now move it." he orders pushing her along as she did but Jaron snaps his fingers having the mind controlled thugs follow him with guns.

~~~~Meanwhile~~~~

"You think we can sell her off after we had our little fun? She is not too bad to beat up even if she packs a punch." one said as they were having their prisoner against the wall or in a concealed tank. It was the blood lung dragon Melinda Brooks. She was floating in some substance but their was something in her to keep her telekinesis ability weakened.

She was floating but it seems they beaten her up pretty badly but she did kill a number of the thugs here that kidnapped her. The main head just looks to their prize but said nothing touching the chamber.

"Honest, I heard the blood lung dragon was dangerous but this is perfect! We can maybe sell her body to the black market and get filthy rich. Do you know how power one of the members in the cursed vixens is?" he saw the others remembering. It was always saying for the fractions in dark new york city.

"Well, I just hope we can move her soon. If they find out she was kidnapped, they would already be trying to kill us." one said even if they didn't know of the destruction upstairs yet.

"True. I Hear the one that 'owns' her would be fucking angry if we took what was his. But she is pretty cute. I hear you even sneaked a little bite on her." One said as they remember the leader biting her after he beaten her up. Melinda hissed from that but she was angry about it.

"I did true..but maybe I can keep her. She seems like a strong spirit but fun to break. Oh well, we can find more members and use them after we make a plan." He said as the others think about it however, that's when they felt the slight shaking to make them look.

"What was that?" One asked as the other thugs stood up.

"Maybe it was nothing.." a female thug said but the leader sighed but looks to Melinda who was still floating in the substance in a deep sleep. She looked so cute like this. So trapped and all his. Maybe he could break her for his own fun. However, that's when they heard a loud explosion but this made the others stagger with debris falling from the ceiling.

"Uhhhh boss?" He looks to see that but looks only to wonder. Did they have intruders?! They quickly went to try figuring it out but when getting to the double doors, they swing open showing the injured female who was bleeding to death.

"Huh? What the hell-"

"B..boss, you guys have to r..run! They...they found it! There are killing everyone!" she said bleeding to death. "You have to-" Before she finishes, a gun shot was fired to see blood spill from her head as she was shot. The thugs jumps back seeing her body hit the ground when a sound of foot steps were heard showing a very angry Jaron Jackal who had his knife in one hand but was silent.

"Who the hell are you?" the boss said aiming a gun at Jaron but he said nothing to slowly look noticing the tank behind him but right there, he saw his precious blood lung dragon! What the hell did they do?!

This only angered him. His own demonic anger bubbling that he sees the others looking nervous. What the hell was with him? All Jaron did was chuckle darkly.

"So...your the fuckers that kidnapped my bloody lung dragon...." he said.

"Huh? You know this chick? Well, too bad she's mine now! I didn't expect The blood Jackal persuader to find us. Then that means those damn DBT is here.."he said but Jaron sighed to look at him.

"Well, at least thugs like you are not stupid. Good for you. However, I'm going to be taking her back. So I suggest you give her back to me or else you'll end up dead here." he said hearing the boss laughing like he was joking.

"Really!? Your not that damn scary! I could kill you right here you know! I said she's MINE! I'm not giving her up because I was planning on selling her off to the black market to get rich but maybe I'll keep her instead.." Jaron's eyebrow twitched hearing that. "Besides, she's already mine so what would you even do? Guys, lets kill this dog." he said laughing seeing some thugs about to kill him but he only trips them as the two fall but as they did, he grabs one of their guns to shoot one in the head and the other in the chest a few times making the rest tense.

He held the gun seeing smoke leave it before slowly facing the boss. "I not in the fucking mood for your shit talk, you asshole. I am taking my blood lung dragon back...so move." he warns but the boss still held the gun.

"I said she's mine! You don't own this bitch! She's mine! If you want her, then try to kill me then!" he said but Jaron lowers the gun but he only chuckled to see the boss confused.

"Why are you laughing?! What's so funny!" he said.

"Well, that should be easy..I think I can do that." he said when seeing the mind controlled thugs showing up and holding the guns to aim at Jaron. The boss laughed remembering the others guarding this place.

"HA! You lost you idiot! You won't be able to live past this night now! Kill him!" he said still thinking he was in control but he saw the other thugs not doing anything to make him confused.

"Uhh didn't you idiots hear me? Kill him!" Again, no response but this time Jaron laughed to look.

"Oh no, seems something is wrong. Here, let me try. Kill them but don't hit my lung dragon.." with a snap of his fingers, the thugs turns their guns on their boss and the remaining ones in the room. They tense up seeing that but before trying to shoot back, the mind controlled thugs begins shooting.

Killing their own boss who screams in agony and killing whoever was left but as Jaron ordered, Melinda's imprisonment remained safe. In a moment he saw every thug dead as the mindless ones were standing before Jaron sighed to walk in. He passes by the shot thugs like they were trash till feeling something grab his ankle. "...." He looks down seeing the thug boss bleeding to death.

"D..don't.s...she's mine...don't you fucking dare take her f..from me." he said but Jaron only looks to him but his upper face was dark.

"..You just don't get it, do you? As I said before. She. is. Mine. I don't like assholes touching or taking what I made mine....but it won't matter to you. You'll be dead in a second anyway." Moving his foot away, he only presses it against his head before aiming his gun and fires a few rounds on the thug boss. On the six shot, he twitches bleeding to death till he was not moving anymore.

"......" After that, Jaron turns to keep walking and looks at his imprisoned dragon. His precious Melinda. Looking to the right, goes to hit a button that made a alarm noise. He saw the liquid get drained as Melinda was being lowered to the bottom. The door opens as Jaron walks in but sees her knocked out.

He even noticed some injuries healed but she still looks to be in pain. Damn bastard. He walks over but cuts the wires in her to hold her as she was knocked out. "Don't worry my bloody lung dragon, I got ya." he said carefully picking her up in his arms but he walks out carrying her but he did give one last order to the thugs.

"I'm done with you guys now..so you can get rid of yourselves." he said walking up. As he did, he heard guns click before gun fire was heard. Seems they were killing each other now as Jaron was out from the lower area.

In a few minutes, he saw his team but they were outside with Jinx's team seeing they saw Jaron carrying Melinda out.

"Oh? You found her! Geez, she looks like shit. What happened?" Echo asked but Jaron said nothing.

"Lets just say she got in a little fight it seems but they must have drugged her. Even so, she's out of harms way now." he said seeing Navarro firing a fire bomb blowing up the building they were just in.

"Oh well, then lets get out of here...this was so boring. But at least it was effective." Hellmare said but everyone else agreed. It was time to leave but Jaron still held Melinda but he would help with taking care of her for now. But at least she was safe again.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #dark older!jaron #dark older!melinda #The fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #pure menance au/monsters au #evil world au #peahen writer

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James Potter NSFW Alphabet

Thanks for the request anon! Sorry it took so long :(

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

James Potter is a sensitive boy. He needs love and cuddles galore just to make it through the day

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)James loves tits, whether his partner has them or not, he has a thing for tits. so obviously his favorite part of you is your chest. His favorite part of himself is probably his dick

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)He is a cum fountain. He loves cumming, cumming on you, cumming on himself, he's just always trying to cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)As much as he doesn't want to admit this to himself James would love to get with you and the maurauders at the same time. There's something so erotic to him to have sex with people who he feels so comfortable with.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

James is kinda a whore. He's obviously loyal to a t now that you're in the picture. But yeah, he was pretty expirienced when you met him for the first time. That doesn't mean he isn't down to find out more about himself

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

He 's really versatile. But, if he had to choose, he would choose saddling. Either you on top or him, that closeness is so hot to him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

James' a marauder. You can't expect anything but goofiness from him. The only time he isn't joking is when he's deep in subspace. Even then, he is still goofy. It's just not on purpose.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He 's full bush down there. It's not something he thinks about. He probably would trim it a bit but he wouldn't be clean-shaven. He does like a bit of hair both on himself and on himself

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) He's big on intimacy. He just is a big lovebug. It may be harder to get it out of him around others, but behind closed doors it's just adorable how affectionate he is. And during sex, he's amps it up all the way.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

One word to describe James: Horny. James is always horny. He'd hump you're leg like a dog if you let him. But he doesn't jack off. He just bugs you lol, and you happily oblige everytime.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

James is a big ol' sub; we know that much. But, he's defintely into puppyplay. He wants to just be your good puppy and wear a collar for you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He legitimately doesn't care when or where. If you are both down and can manage it then you're gonna fuck.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He wants to be good for you. He loves pleasing. He just wants to make you cum and have you make him cum.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can't dom for the life of him. It doesn't make him uncomfortable; he just can't. He doesn't like the idea of it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Did I mention how much of a whore he is? Cause he is, and he's proud of it. He's also quite proud of his head skills. He is a god at oral. And he loves giving it almost as much as he loves receiving it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's fast but sensual, he gives quick passionate strokes and he likes his partner to have the same energy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes having sex whever and whenever he can, so long as his partner is ok with it. He doesn't care much for speed as long as it's enjoyable.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

The risk of semi-public sex is so invigorating to him. Fully public sex feels gross to him though. But, he's willing to try most things once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It really depends on the day. If he's been wound up all day. He won't last more than a 5 minutes. But if he's in the mood and it right away, he can last a good while. Either way, he can keep going over and iver again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has an unbelievable amount of toys. You don't even know where he keeps them. He just always seems to have a toy when you need them. Whatever suits your fancy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The fucker loves to tease. He just has to get his. It's part of his goofball personality. And don't get it twisted, he can dish it out AND take it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is naturally loud, but he can supress it if he tries. He makes beautiful noises though. From his delicate voice cracks when moans to the way his adam's apple bobs when he whimpers.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think James is honestly a little insecure sexually. Even though he is very expirienced and he knows what he's doing, he just always worries he's not pleasing his partner enough.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

James is long and thick, flat out, and he knows it. He has a very sizeable dick (like 16cm)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He. Is. A. Whore. But, he's your whore :). He just loves fucking and specifically he loves fucking you!

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

There is nothing more endearing to him than cuddling to sleep with his sweaty sex-scented partner.

#dom!reader #harry potter fanfiction #💌; wishline.txt #james potter x reader #hogwarts x reader #harry potter #headcanon #gn!reader #sub!james potter #james potter imagine #james potter smut #james potter

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your-turn-to-role · 2 years

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so, since i've failed at getting into c3 so far (i've tried, it's just yet to be my kind of story), i've decided in lieu of my liveblogging, each week i will be posting a one sentence summary of the episode based exclusively on what everyone on my dash is freaking out about, regardless of how relevant it is to the episode!

the list so far:

episode 3 - bertrand is fucking dead

episode 4 - s h a d o w b a k e r (who is 100% Not Essek)

episode 5 - "pretend that this is kith and kin, because both liam and i forgot to bring it-" "-both promised to bring it-" "-both forgot!"

epiosde 6 - 🎵 HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN LAUDNA'S BRAIN🎵

episode 7 - revenge of chetney chocolatecane poc o pea!

episode 8 - dorian's brother is a himbo

episode 9 - moon lore just dropped??

episode 10 - i think the party intimidated their way out of a problem but it's hard to tell because there's a shadowgast time loop au now

episode 11 - my whole dash is one art of the nightmare king, chetney is a werewolf, and matt's figured out how to counterturtle!

episode 12 - is it marwa time i think it's marwa time

episode 13 - ~masquerade ball~

episode 14 - everyone forgot that dorian wasn't a permanent cast member and they would like him to stay pls??

bonus one shot! - how many horses can one party stack!

episode 15 - no dorian :(

but also we're bell's hells now motherfuckers

episode 16 - mind condom

episode 17 - laudna in tlovm confirmed

episode 18 - imogen's blue now. that's her attack.

thursday 31st march - we've had first exu what about second exu?

episode 19 - one gold and a lime

episode 20 - new nordvpn, laura has new hair, and an incredibly deadly heist through a gift shop?

episode 21 - i cast yassify

episode 22 - oh my god did they actually get a response back from vex?

episode 23 - is travis actually making all these things out of wood?

episode 24 - imogen is bald now and erika's playing a hot elf

calamity break - brennan's here to destroy the world and it's the best written thing anyone's ever seen

episode 25 - new intro!!!

episode 26 - orym is Gay and erika ishii is Up To Something

episode 27 - erika's hot elf is evil and even hotter (also not an elf)

episode 28 - fearne lore time

episode 29 - [S] CR Fandom: Mental Breakdown

episode 30 - m o o n l o r e j u s t d r o p p e d [bass boosted edition]

episode 31 - "i was waiting for the riegel shoe to drop" ~taliesin jaffe, c2e48

episode 32 -

episode 33 - somehow the queen is the least relevant person to die today

episode 34 - the true monster in laudna's head wasn't delilah briarwood it was fandom discourse

episode 35 - ashton confirmed spoonie, thank you taliesin for as always giving me personally the representation i didn't even realise was possible

episode 36 - deus vox machina

episode 37 - genuinely i think the delilah fight was so cool and i didn't even watch it

episode 38 - HE LEFT THEM A SKYSHIP AND A COOKIE RECIPE

episode 39 - i don't know what happened this episode but im glad travis is fulfilling his werewolf dreams

episode 40 - fearne put your hand up

m9 two shot! - THREE. PACTS.

episode 41 - it's been almost exactly one whole campaign since the last time members of the party got super fucked up on something they shouldn't have eaten, so it was about time!

episode 42 -

episode 43 - everyone desires planerider ryn carnally

episode 44 - i wanna say amateur porno in the basement. i really do. but unfortunately ludinus is up to some bullshit

episode 45 - turns out he doesn't keep a ledger... he has a kenku... so... we kidnapped the kenku

#i don't even know what to tag this #cr spoilers #?#cr thoughts #text #weekly review

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babybluebex · 3 years

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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 2 years

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U N P L A N N E D, the bombshell

Was Harry nervous? No. A little. Maybe. He didn’t realize he was, at least, until he heard the buzzing of someone at his gate, he cleared his throat and then pressed the button near the front door. “Hey–it should open now.”

“Thanks!” she said, voice muffled through the speaker/ Harry peered out the window and watched her pull further up the driveway. He looked at himself in the mirror quickly. Hair? Check. Casual but still presentable outfit? Check.

He hung back, met her at the door to make it seem like he hadn’t just been sitting in his living room waiting for her to arrive.

She lifted her sunglasses and Harry smiled when he pulled the door open.

“Hi,” he said. “Find your way okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, coming up the front steps. “It vaguely felt familiar, I definitely remember drunkenly looking out the windows on the ride home.”

Harry laughed, a rush of relief when he realized she was being cool about it. So often Harry found himself hanging out with girls who tried too hard, made themselves too available, but then tiptoed around like they weren’t throwing themselves at him.

Y/N, apparently, had enough courage to just come out with it, as if to say, we slept together, so what?

Harry stepped aside and held the door open, allowing her to step into the foyer. The last time she’d been here there were passed horderves and plenty of booze. She smiled when she looked around, Harry felt a flush on his cheeks.

“I’d give you a tour, but you’ve already seen it.”

She bit back a smile. “I also remember it all from, you know, sneaking out in the middle of the night.”

“Right, very rude of you, really,” he smiled, crossed his arms over his chest. An awkward pause.

“I would have reached out, but, I dunno–I guess I thought you didn’t want me to since you left.”

She parted her lips to speak but then paused, shrugged and said: “No–I was just, I didn’t want to impose.”

Harry let his eyes sweep up and down her figure and realized that out of all the girls he’d spent the night with, he wished she’d been the one to stay. “Well, you missed what would have been a delicious breakfast.”

Quiet for a second, she smiled up at him but then dropped her gaze to the floor. “Listen–uh, I actually have something to tell you.”

He tilted his head to the side, a curious smile on his face as she twisted a ring on her finger. She almost looked like she was about to apologize, admit she’d freaked out and backed out and maybe even been thinking about him ever since. But then he noticed the emotion on her face, the water that had pooled in her eyes. His expression changed, furrowed brows and a twitch in his lips before the biggest bombshell of all time:

“I’m pregnant.”

Harry gulped, a thousand thoughts and questions and a steadily raising heartbeat as he stammered. “Uh–I–,” he shook his head, blinked a few times, almost like he didn’t quite understand. “Because of us?”

A single nod. One that looked guilty and unsure and mostly, terrified.

Harry’s mouth was dry, the world around him slowed to a pause. His job, his album, his family, his fans…but, standing in front of him was a girl he barely knew, the emotion raw on her face when she blinked back tears and stared up at him like the next words out of his mouth could shatter her entire universe.

“You’re sure?”

Seriously? That’s what he settled on?

Another nod. She reached into her purse and pulled out two pieces of paper, stapled together in the corner and folded in half to fit inside. She pushed them towards him. “Here–I, uh, I have these.”

He blinked again, took them in his hands and looked down at the numbers and words that must have been in a foreign language. He licked his lips and then rubbed at his neck. “What’s all this mean?”

“It’s just the test results. I did two myself, you know, the pee on a stick ones. Then a urine sample at the doctor and a blood test, too. Four positive results.”

Harry nodded, though he couldn’t really comprehend what she was saying. Positive? A baby? His? Was he getting punked? Surely this was a joke, Jeff and Glenne had put her up to it, and she certainly deserved an Oscar for her performance.

He was quiet, the lack of noise and words seemed to make Y/N ansty, she shifted on her feet and then Harry realized he should probably say something.

But she beat him to it: “I’m sorry–I was–we used a condom, I don’t know how it happened.”

He looked up quickly from the papers, tears on her cheeks and a shaky voice. Had he not put the condom on? He was sure he did, he always did. Did it break? He didn’t remember any issues, didn’t even really remember taking it off or falling asleep after.

Harry tried to recall the night only a few weeks back, but the tequila and the rum and the intoxicating way she laughed when he kissed her neck didn’t aid his memory, even if it was his most recent sexual encounter.

A change of course when Harry came back to the present moment. He couldn’t just believe her, could he? Were the laboratory results and the medical gibberish on the papers enough to prove that this was real and Harry wasn’t dreaming?

He needed to see it with his own eyes. “Will you, uh, take a test in front of me?”

She straightened up at that, confused. “W-what?”

“It’s just, to be sure. I don’t–sometimes people do this to people like me, and–”

“Are you insinuating that I’m–” she looked around, brought her eyes back to his and looked at him like he was crazy. “Making this up?”

Maybe he was crazy.

“It’s not you–I would ask that of anyone.” He cringed at his own words, was that supposed to make her feel better?

He wasn’t trying to offend her, wasn’t trying to imply that she was full of shit or completely mental or anything of the sort. Instead, Harry was doing what he’d been trained to do: identify the logical next step and think like a polished, poised, public-figure that had a lot riding on every single breath he took.

She was quiet, presumably mulling over his words or his reaction, filling in the blanks and likely feeling just as nauseous as he was. Harry felt like he was hallucinating, honestly. All of the air had been sucked out of the room and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Just Harry, Y/N, and the tiny embryo in her uterus.

His eyes glanced down to the button on her jeans, a brief thought about diapers and childbirth and that funny lamaze breathing that he’d seen in videos in middle school health class.

He cleared his throat. “Look–someone will make us do that anyway. Jeff or someone would insist that I have more proof. And I can’t just tell them I took your word for it.”

She was angry now, a shake of her head in disbelief.

“I mean–fine, I can show you the two I already took,” she said, hands on her hips. “I’ll take another, and you can see it, if you want.”

He nodded, guilt lacing his words. “Yeah, m’sorry, that’s just probably for the best.”

“I don’t suppose you have any pregnancy tests lying around here, do you?”

He flinched at her tone, shook his head. “No--I can--we can go get one?”

“I have one at home.”

“Should we go there?”

“I guess so,” she softened a little, a sigh from between her lips when Harry reached for his keys on a hook nearby.

“I can drive, you can leave your car here, if you want.” She hesitated for a second, about to decline his offer when he offered her a smirk. “You just drove all the way here, so--I don’t mind.”

So they climbed in the car and Y/N pointed him in the direction of her tree-lined neighborhood, her anxiety was palpable for the entirety of the forty-minute drive. Small talk about work, his album, awkward silences at red lights until he put it in park and followed her up the walkway.

She pushed the door open and called out to her roommate, hi!, as Harry stepped inside timidly. A coat rack to the left, a sliding door to a tiny backyard straight ahead.

Lexi appeared in the doorway of what Harry guessed was her bedroom, houseplants and an orange sofa stood between them. “Hey! How’d it–” her eyes landed on Harry, “oh.”

That’s when it hit him–Lexi knew. Lexi–who Harry had known for at least three or four years now–offered a wave in his direction and switched gears to save him the embarrassment. “Hi, Harry.”

He offered her a tiny smile in exchange, subtle acknowledgement that this chance encounter was anything but. “Hi Lexi.”

“He wants me to pee on a stick again,” Y/N said flatly, dropping her purse on the kitchen counter before heading through the living room. Was she always this grumpy?

Lexi pulled her head back, a smirk on her face when she turned to Harry. “Really?”

He let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “Do you want to know what could happen if I believed every woman who’s ever said that to me?”

“There’s been multiple?” Lexi looked at him like he was crazy.

“Well–like, two. But they were both absolutely mental.”

Y/N walked into the bathroom and knelt down, digging through the cabinet below the sink for another test. Harry felt like he was intruding, couldn't help but let his eyes wander around the modest two-bedroom house tucked beneath the hills, Lexi watched him with a smirk on her face.

Y/N put a hand on the doorknob, “well, I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” Harry said, shoving his hands in the pocket of his pants, a pause when he tried to tread lightly. “Can I–uh–come in?”

Lexi’s face twisted. “You wanna watch?”

Harry felt heat rush to his cheeks. No, not like that. Harry was used to thinking like Jeff. WWJD had a whole different meaning.

What would Jeff say, do, think, want, feel, advise? You name it, Harry thought it. Jeff was a good manager and a better friend. Of all the people he’d have to face with this news, he was most nervous about Jeffrey. And there was no way Jeffrey (or his lawyers, for that matter) would settle for I believe her.

“Well, how do I know that you’re not pregnant and she’s using your, you know, sample?”

Lexi looked over at Y/N and raised her eyebrows, Harry realized he was quite possibly witnessing telepathy in action.

“Fine,” Y/N said, defeated. “Come over here.”

He stepped into the bathroom beside her and offered an uncomfortable smile, squeezing by when she shut the door. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and stared at his hands. She pulled down her pants, sat, and then waited.

Harry counted the seconds, one, two, three, four. He looked up, back down at the floor, then back up. Where was he supposed to look? “Well–are you gonna go?”

“I need a second,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m not used to peeing in front of strangers.”

“M’not a stranger,” he defended quickly, wounded by the label she chose. They’d met numerous times, shared (what Harry thought had been) an extremely enjoyable night together and had a bunch of mutual friends. And now he was reduced to a stranger?

Y/N made a face, dismissed his comment silently when she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes. He watched her for a second, wondered if she was upset with him for more than just wanting some tangible proof.

Was it his fault? Should Harry have known better? Should he have not invited her upstairs or should he have called sooner? He ran through the different scenarios, but the truth was, Harry didn’t know why or how or even when, aside from a general window of penetration that now felt tainted.

She was still sitting there, not peeing, when Harry peered back up at her. “Here,” he reached up to twist the faucet, a stream of water fell into the sink.

That helped. She held the stick in place and capped it when she was done, placing it on the counter. She flushed and stood up as if this was all in a day’s work. Harry stood, too.

“Now we wait?”

She leaned forward to wash her hands. “Doesn’t take long–apparently I’m super pregnant.”

He let out a bit of a laugh at that, a tension breaking chuckle in the tiny bathroom before he picked it up. He pushed out his lips in concentration and stared at the tiny window.

Maybe this one would be negative. Maybe this was a terrible dream and Harry would wake up from a hard nap and realize he’d sweat right through his t-shirt.

No such luck.

“Plus sign,” he flipped it towards her, eyes scanning over her face.

She nodded.

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

Quiet for a second, Harry’s brain went into business mode again. Call Jeff? Call his mom? Cancel the album? Call off the tour?

“I’m sorry,” she said, emotion in her voice again when Harry’s eyes met hers. “We used a condom.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant on her own. “You don’t have to–we didn’t mean to. Aren’t you on birth control?”

She nodded. “I was switching to a new one around then–but my doctor said it should be just as effective.”

Again, Harry nodded like her words made sense but he couldn’t really understand anything she said. His heart was beating and his palms felt clammy. He felt like the bathroom walls were closing in, he blinked a few times when he realized she was still talking.

“I don’t know what to do--”

“Me neither–I mean, I’m supposed to put out this album and then go on tour and I’ve never–”

A knock on the door, Lexi pushed it open, an inquisitive look on her face. “Everything okay?”

“No,” they both spoke at the same time.

“Oh good,” Lexi said sarcastically to Harry, “you’re losing your shit over it too!”

“S’not exactly the best timing, right now, Lexi.” He stepped past Y/N on the white tile, slipping out of the bathroom and making his way to the living room. He paced, just like he had the other day on the phone with her. Back then he was excited, relishing in the anticipation of seeing her again.

Now he felt nauseous and terrified and guilty and, frankly, like he wanted to rewind, press pause, and not have sex with her, even if he’d replayed the night a few times since then out of pure pleasure.

“It’s not good timing for me either, if you were wondering!”

He turned around quickly to see Y/N with her arms crossed over her chest, clearly bothered by his words.

“I know–I didn’t mean it like that, I just–you’ve had a few days to sit with this, right? M’just finding out now, so excuse the panic.”

She took a breath, watched as he paced on the carpet and ran a hand through his hair. He stopped suddenly, looked up to Lexi.

“Does Glenne know?”

She looked over to Y/N, Harry’s eyes followed as he filled in the blank. What’d she do? Call her friends immediately? Did the whole world know except for Harry?

More panic when neither of them answered.

“Great–so Jeff knows! Is that why he hasn’t returned my phone calls?”

“Jeff doesn’t know,” Y/N said quickly. “She promised not to tell him until I talked to you.”

Fuck! Harry’s stomach flipped. Glenne couldn’t keep a secret and Jeff wouldn’t be able to keep calm. “And you believed her?! She can have quite the mouth, for fuck’s sake!”

“She didn’t say anything, relax,” Lexi tried to settle him. “I talked to her a while ago. She’s freaking out, too.”

Harry flopped down on the couch, a big sigh before he looked up at Y/N again. “Are you–do you want to keep it?”

Silence. Lexi waited for her answer, too.

“I don’t know.”

He nodded, the question felt big and serious and fucking wild. A baby? His baby? With her? Right now?

“I wanted to talk to you first.”

He nodded again, eyes still wide. “Okay.”

She came to sit on the couch beside him, their knees touching when she said: “can you just breathe, with me, for a second?”

He took a deep breath, noticed how his heartbeat slowed when he looked her in the eyes.

“Sorry–I just, this is big.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “For me too.”

“Yeah.”

Lexi was still stood in the center of the room, watching the scene unfold. When Harry looked up at her, she tilted her head. “I was gonna order a pizza–are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” Harry said, he thought they’d never ask.

Lexi sprung into action, a take out menu, she disappeared in the other room and called to place the order. Y/N walked over to the kitchen and got him a glass of water, he noticed a painting on the wall of a lemon tree. They sat there in silence for a few seconds until Harry broke.

“I’m--uh--I’m sorry to be so—”

“Freaked out?” She smiled a little, timid in her teasing.

“Yeah,” he sighed, a tired laugh when he rubbed his eyes. “I just--I don’t know. I’ve worked so hard to avoid something like this and--” he noticed the way her face faltered. “Not you--I mean getting someone pregnant, I don’t--I should shut up.”

She shook her head, a small laugh at herself. “No, I get it. This isn’t how I envisioned my life either.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I am,” he nodded, serious.

Lexi re-emerged, a look on her face like she knew she was interrupting. One veggie and one plain, hope that’s alright.

He sat at the table and ate pizza with them, asked about Lexi’s show and asked about Y/N’s job. More small talk as they all pretended that this was normal. Three friends, eating pizza, laughing about the trials and tribulations of their mid-twenties.

Harry wondered if her stomach flipped the same way his did when he saw the plus sign on the plastic stick.

He dipped out before 10pm, said he’d come back in the morning so Y/N could get her car. He drove home in silence, the same few thoughts on repeat: what should we do, how do we handle it, can we make it work, who should we tell, what happens now?

He stood in the shower and watched the water collect by the drain, climbed into bed and wondered if he’d ever feel normal again. Maybe, but probably not.

The drive felt quicker the next morning, the same street and the same house and the same nerves in his stomach when the phone rang. Hey, it’s me, I’m outside.

She locked the door behind her and smiled when she settled into the passenger seat.

“Hi–oh, hi,” the seatbelt lurched forward on it’s own, she jerked her hand away. “Glenne’s doesn’t do this.”

“S’the newer model.”

She made a face at that.

“Are you hungry? I know you need your car, but I figured we could grab something to eat.”

Hesitance, then she looked at him quickly. “Sure, yeah.”

He accelerated, stole a glance in her direction once he was further down her street. “Are you feeling alright?”

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t know how to ask the right questions. “Like–you’re not nauseous yet, are you?”

“Oh–” she stopped to think about it. “No. But food tastes funny–kind of metallic, almost? I don’t know if that’s related. I’m only four weeks at this point, that’s what the email from Dr. Weston said.”

“Dr. Weston?”

“My OBGYN.”

“Right. When did you see her?”

“Wednesday.”

Three whole days ago. Harry already felt like he was missing out. He’d listened to her talk about it the night before, the gown, the posters on the wall, the faint doctor’s office smell.

A left turn out of her neighborhood. “When do you go again?”

“Next week. She said we can talk about options.”

He didn’t want to overstep, didn’t want to intrude or impose or make her uncomfortable. After all, she’d reduced him to a stranger. He chanced it anyway. “Oh–should I, maybe, come to that?”

She shifted in her seat, a heavy pause before she answered. “If you want, yeah.”

He nodded, quiet for a little as he drove. She looked out the window and even though she wore sunglasses, Harry could feel her eyes flutter over to him every once in a while. His did the same, but only when he was sure she wasn’t looking.

He eventually turned into a parking lot for a small cafe–one that he frequented and one that felt quiet and cozy. “The scones here are really good.”

She trailed behind him towards the patio and looked at him like he was crazy. “Scones are probably the worst breakfast pastry.”

“What?” His voice raised in pitch at her obviously uncultured opinion. He pulled out his chair and sat, a casual outfit of athletic shorts and a sweatshirt. Sunglasses–for disguise.

“Yeah,” she said, a bored shrug. “Too dry. Muffins are much better.”

He didn’t reply, smiled a bit at the way she challenged him and picked up the menu that the hostess had dropped off. He took a sip of his water before looking up at her. “Look, I want to just tell you I’m sorry for freaking out last night. I know this isn’t easy for you, either.”

She nodded, let out a sigh as if she was confessing. “It’s not ideal for either of us, I guess.”

He fumbled with the straw wrapped between his fingers, nervous to ask but more nervous to hear her answer. “What are your thoughts on–” he paused, decided he needed to just spit it out. “Ending it?”

She let her eyes glance down to the menu again, a casual shrug when she pulled them back up. “I don’t know–it would probably be easier.”

He couldn’t decide if he believed her. He was worried, mostly, that she’d lie and say she didn’t want to keep it just because she was afraid to be honest. Harry tried to level with her.

“You don’t have to. That’s a big decision. I just didn’t know what your thoughts were–in general.”

“I don’t really know what they are,” she said honestly. “What are yours?”

He laughed a little, he’d spent most of the car ride this morning determining how to ask. He hadn’t taken much time to think about what he’d do when she turned the question around. “I don’t know. I’ve never had to think much about it.”

The waitress appeared, a look of shock when Harry smiled up at her, the realization spread over her face before she scribbled down their orders.

Pink on his cheeks when she left, that was probably something Y/N would have to get used to.

“Sorry.”

She offered a smirk, “I’m surprised you can be in the sunlight without people following you around.”

He rolled his eyes, let out a playful sigh. “Some days are better than others. This spot is typically safe, though.”

The same waitress delivered coffees quickly, a smile in his direction and Harry wondered what it would be like to sit here with a baby in a stroller beside him.

“So–who have you told, again?”

“Just Lexi and Glenne. And my mom.”

“No one else?”

“No,” she reached for the sugar. “Have you told anyone?”

“No. I just went to bed last night and tried to sleep.”

He also found himself googling baby names, browsing Amazon for books about pregnancy, and he signed into Jeff’s facebook to do a deep dive of Y/N’s profile, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“They say you’re not supposed to tell people, you know–before it’s too soon.”

“Right, what is it? Three months?”

“Yeah–twelve weeks,” she said. “That’s when something is likely to happen. But, look–” she wrapped her hands around her mug now, bracing for impact. “I get it, if you can’t do this. No matter what I end up doing, I won’t be mad if you’re not able to be around.”

Harry looked up at that, caught off guard by her bluntness and her honesty and, overall, how certain he was that he’d never even consider not sticking around. “I wouldn’t do that–I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, but, come on. I mean–you’re busy and this doesn’t really align with your--” she motioned up and down his torso, “lifestyle.”

He quirked an eyebrow, almost challenging her with a smirk. “And what do you know about my lifestyle?”

She picked up a spoon and stirred the coffee. “Well–I don’t know. I just, I don’t want you to feel like this means you’re, you know, trapped.”

He nodded, thinking. He licked his lips and pushed his mouth to one side. “I appreciate that.”

Their plates were delivered, an omelet, a scone, a green smoothie, and then Harry looked up at her again. “So, when did you take the first test?”

“Tuesday. At work,” a roll of her eyes in jest. “I probably looked super pathetic crying in the bathroom.”

That made Harry’s heart sink. He pictured her, alone, hiding in a stall or clamping a hand over her mouth in shock. No one there, a quiet and sterile setting, the same disbelief that had washed over him.

At least he had her. At least she was there to talk him off the ledge and to remind him to breathe when he planted himself on her sofa last night.

“M’sorry that you--y’know--found out like that.”

She looked up at him, smiled at his apology. “I have a feeling it would have been rough no matter where I was.”

“Right,” he admitted.

She did the same thing as the night before, breezing gently into safe topics: Glenne, Jeff, Lexi’s show, a party they’d all been at before the one at Harry’s. She told him about a project she was heading at work and a book she read over the winter.

He almost wanted to hug her when she stood in his driveway later that morning, car keys in hand. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You should have tried the scone,” he teased.

“M’all set,” she laughed a little, heading for her car. He followed her over, watched as she climbed in and offered an awkward smile, about to shut the door.

“When was that appointment again? With Dr. Westfield?”

“Weston,” she corrected. “Thursday, 4pm, I think.”

He nodded, his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. “Okay–I’ll come.”

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AN: hi hello!!!!! The second installment of H’s POV! Sorry for any crappy formatting as I’m posing this from mobile! 💜 lmk what you think!

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belphies-wife · 3 years

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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼ If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree.

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The s m a c c you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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