#and why the second grams gif is so fucked up

[cherrycola27]

HUNG UP

Part 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Adaline Carson

Warnings: Language, drinking, allusion to Smut. Hangman being Hangman. Minors DNI 18+

"So... do you want to explain what the fuck that was between you and Jake... hmm... Adds?" Rooster asked looking over at his friend in the passenger seat of his Bronco. "I absolutely do not want to talk about it Rooster because you are going to judge me so hard and I just don't need that kind of negativity in my life right now." She huffed out.

"You slept with him didn't you?" Rooster says it more as a statement rather than a question. "Yes... multiple times." Adaline confesses putting her head in her hands. "What did I tell you! What did we all tell you... we tried to warn you!" Rooster scolded her. It's true, when Adaline had been assigned as the official medic for the Dagger Squad they all warned her about the green eyed, blonde hair pilot, but she didn't listen and now here she was about blow a fuse in Roosters car.

"Listen we said we would keep it casual but agreed that friends, family, and other members of the team were off the table. Which was fine until Jake put his dick in my friend Kara when I was in LA 3 weeks ago! And he started getting possessive any time another guy talked to me or even looked at me!" She ranted.

"So that explains why he almost ripped Javy' s head off the other day and jerked you away from me earlier like I had the plague." Rooster laughed. "Oh yeah and do you want to know what he said about that when I called him out on it? He said he didn't like to share what was 'his' especially with Rooster Fucking Bradshaw." Adaline flopped back on the seat of the Bronco.

"So Hangman doesn't like to share huh?" Rooster said looking over at Adaline with a devilish grin on his face. "I don't like that look Roos." Adaline said to him. "It's the only one I've got." He quipped back.

"Listen you like Jake right... like... like-like him?" He asked her. "I hate to say it, but I might be in love with him." Adaline sighed more frustrated than ever.

"First off eww" Rooster fake shuddered. "And second off what if I had a plan to help you get him to realize he actually cares about you? Because I've seen the way he looks at you... we all have." Bradley continued

"Where are you going with this Bradshaw?" Adaline knew she would regret asking. "I'm thinking the classic Rom-Com Trope of fake dating to make the person you are interested in jealous. You didn't see it but Hangman was staring daggers at me when you got in my car. Plus you already told me what he said about 'not sharing' especially with me. You, me, fake dating would drive him up the wall until he gets his head out of his ass and owns up to actual having feelings for you!" Rooster looked like a kid in a candy store laying out his plan.

"Okay so if your plan works I get a boyfriend.... what exactly do you get out of this... because not that I don't think you're attractive Rooster... but I'm not sleeping with you." Ada stated. "Seeing Hangman squirm and be off his game is payment enough... no sex required... unless you just can't help yourself." He wagged an eyebrow at her.

"Ugh you are the WORST B!" She laughed smacking his chest. "Okay if this is going to work we need to have a back story. First date, how you asked me out and all that jazz. And we are really going to have to play it up. I'm taking holding hands, touchy feely, pet names, some cute couple pics for the 'gram and some light kissing. Lips only no tongue. Also my ass and my boobs are a no fly zone for you Mister!" Adaline glared as she laid out the terms of the arrangement.

"Yeah the no boobs and ass is a no go... everyone knows how handsy I am... and no tongue what are you a nun?" Rooster pushed back. "Fine you're right... it does have to be believable but can you just try to act like you aren't enjoying it too much?" Adaline conceded. "It will be the worst part of my week. I mean gosh how awful it will be to cop a feel and make out with you how will I ever survive" Rooster feigned.

"Ugh we haven't even started fake dating and I already want to break up with you!" Adaline groaned. Rooster laughed and pattes her on the head. "Ada, don't worry baby, I will be the perfect fake boyfriend." Bradley assured her.

"Alight so here's the plan. Jake already saw you take me home tonight so we can say you saw how upset I was. Offered to drive me around we talked maybe got some food and hung out. You took me home we had a few beers at my house watched a movie and it was too late for you to go home so you spent the night." Does that sound believable so far? Adaline asked looking to Bradley for reassurance.

"Did we have sex when I stayed over?" Rooster asked eagerly. "No we did not Rooster... but we did cuddle" Ada deadpanned. "Okay so tomorrow you are going to wake up at my house and we are going to have breakfast at my favorite dinner. We are going to have such a good time that we decide to go to the beach after. We will need to take a couple pictures at the beach. We stay all day and watch the sunset and you kiss me." Ada continued.

"With or without tongue?" Rooster interjects. "Does it matter?" Adaline asked. "I'm just going to say with." Rooster laughs. "Whatever... then we go back to my place and I guess... we had sex" Ada said.

"Woohoo I'm getting fake laid!" Rooster cheered. "And Sunday, we meet the rest of the Squad at the Hard Deck per usual as our first official outing as a couple. And on Sunday when you inevitably grace everyone with a round of 'Great Balls of Fire' make sure you pull me on your lap just to really sell it." Ada finished.

"Wow you have this whole thing planned out don't you?" Rooster asked looking at her amazed. "I figured we would just wing it." He shrugged. "Listen Roos, I have seen so many movies that have plans like this that fall apart because the just tried to wing it. I'm not risking it." She said matter of factly.

"Alright. I get it... ready to go?" Rooster asked backing the Bronco out of the beach parking lot. "Go where?" Ada asked. " You're house duh!" Rooster answer. "How are we supposed to cuddle and get breakfast in the morning if I'm not at your house... our back story remember?" Rooster teased. "Right, right" Ada nodded her head. "Let's go babe!" Ada hollered as she and Rooster drove away into the night. She watched the town roll by outside her window she sighed to herself wondering if this crazy scheme would actually work.

Across town Hangman was sneaking out of some blonde coeds apartment. She had passed out after a few rounds with Jake. He grabbed his things a left in a hurry.

He didn't need to be there in the morning. He didn't leave a note, or his phone number... hell he didn't remember the girls name, but it didn't matter because she wasn't Adaline.

"Jesus fucking Christ Jake get yourself together!" He cursed banging his hands on his steering wheel. He slammed his truck into reverse and peeled out of the parking garage. He pulled onto the mostly empty street and headed to Adalines house. He didn't know why but he needed to make things right... not just because maybe he might have the tiniest bit of feelings for her, but also becasue she was his friend. Jake turned onto Adaline's street.. he was just about to pull into her driveway when he noticed another car in her driveway.

Jake clenched his jaw when he saw it. Parked in her driveway was Roosters dumbass Bronco. He couldn't believe it. It was 3am there was no reason for Rooster to still be there after he took her home earlier unless... no...she wouldn't... she couldn't! Jake thought. But then he remembered how she screamed at him, how she laughed at something Rooster had said before they left, and the wink that cocky son of a bitch sent him before he got in his car.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jake yelled pounding on his steering wheel. He threw his truck into gear and slammed on the gas peeling out of her neighborhood. What the fuck is wrong with me? He thought as he drove into the night.

#top gun #top gun maverick #hangman x oc #hangman seresin #hangman smut #hangman top gun #jake seresin smut #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc

[cliffbar-booth]

pat fanfic part 2 ig

hey!!!! I'm back, and I hope you're excited for the second and final part!!1

for the first part, click here

this part is more realistic towards the book, as I find the book version of Bateman much more 3d and more fun to write (not to sound like a psychopath)

CONTENT WARNING (there's more than before):

sex, drug use, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE SUCH AS: BITING, BEING KILLED WITH AN ICE PICK N SHIT

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A NEED

"L/N? Hello?" you snapped back to reality, only to see Patrick Bateman himself sitting in front of you at the table. We were at Dorsia. He had taken me out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bateman- I was zoning out" you muttered, embarrassed.

"I see, is that why you were staring at me very.." he paused to think of a word to describe it. "..longingly?"

Fuck. Now what do I say?

I swallowed thickly, trying to quickly think of something, my eyes darting from my legs and back to the handsome man in front of me.

I shouldn't be thinking these things. I only know him from work. Barely.

--

PATRICK'S POV:

She stared at me, her eyes moving from her thighs and back to me, she looked concerned, as if she was going insane and wanted me to, what, verify it? I sat there, tapping my foot quietly, waiting for a response. Finally, a meek voice spoke and I assumed it to be her. I wasn't too focused on her or her voice, since I was a bit worried about my hair. I'd used a new mousse, and although it did smell nice, it had a different feel to it, and I was worried my hair looked off.

"uhm.. I was just zoning out, and thinking of something-"

What the hell kind of excuse is that? She seemed desperate. But, all in all, I was used to it. She was cute enough to want to bang her, so I'd stick around for a bit.

I nodded and adjusted the napkin on my lap, though it barely did anything to prevent spills on my 995 dollar Ralph Lauren polo wool twill suit. I pulled out a cigar and a lighter so I could smoke away the stress over my hair.

"Are we allowed to smoke in here, sir?"

Christ. Could she lay off the fucking formalities? We're at Dorsia. A place that hung up on me multiple times beforehand. Who fucking cares?

I sigh and take the cigar between my sharpened teeth, as I'd been doing a significant amount of biting to Tori and a little bit of Tiffany. I clear my throat and, with the cigar still in my mouth, speak to her unwillingly.

"Did you know that I'm wearing 60 dollar boxer shorts?"

Silence. Arctic, frigid silence. For once, I can't bear it.

--

We were at Paul Allen's apartment, since I wasn't finished with it. There weren't any cameras in his place, which I found boring, so in order to understand Y/N, I set my Nikon 28Ti up on a stand to record her death. She was tipsy, drunk, but not enough to have slurred speech. I was sober as hell. I think. I went to the restroom and scored a gram (cocaine) and had a few J&B On the Rocks. Otherwise, I was fine.

These next few moments were quick, since I was too focused on blood. Not just your measly amount coming from a cut, but rather gallons of blood. Like geysers of the stuff. Gushing out.

I find myself stumbling over words, pouring out my mouth before I can even think.

"Listen, I don't care if you've led a.. Good life, or not-"

Then, sex happens. An awesome and enraging montage at that.

I found out that she was on birth control, so that made me even more aroused, since I didn't need to use a condom and I wouldn't have to deal with someone like Courtney for the time being.

As she removed her clothes, I did too. She really just did whatever I told her. This position, that pose, et cetera.

As I fucked her raw and rough, she moaned, at a nice volume too. Though when she reached her orgasm, she screamed out, clawed, and scratched at my trapezius and latissimus dorsi (not literally under my skin, but you get the gist); as I'd ordered her to be very vocal when cumming.

I pulled out, hearing her weak whine following along. I spread her legs, gripping her thighs tightly, enough to leave a bruise and such. I leaned down until I was sure she could feel the warm sensation coming from my breath. I then, quite roughly, though not too roughly, bit on her inner thigh. She squealed and squirmed, though I looked up to her, some blood on my teeth from the bite.

Soothingly, I whisper in her ear after moving to her head for a moment: "It's alright, relax. Shhh."

She relaxed a little. I then began to delve into her wet cunt, lapping at it as if I hadn't eaten for days on end and gripping her thighs still. I felt her squirm under my grasp and she began squealing again. By accident, I was confused, forgetting that she could cum. I thought for a moment that I was biting her, which I wasn't.

Then, without thinking, I moved her so her thighs would be on either side of my head, and still gripping them, I pulled her down and continued lapping at her clitoris and vagina until she came.

Then, after letting her pant for a bit, I moved her so she was on her knees on the bed and I was almost standing, my dick in my hand. I opened her mouth with my index and middle finger and spat in her mouth. Then, I slipped my dick in between her lips and began to move my hips back and forth, my hand in her hair and holding her head in place.

I let out a small groan and continued to do the same until I came, panting quietly.

--

Y/N'S POV:

As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, a tear was rolling down my cheek, as I had a bit of a gag reflex. He stood up and got off of the bed, confusing me. He came back with an ice pick in his hands.

What the hell?

--gruesome part, reader discretion is adviced--

PATRICK'S POV (it's easier in this case)

I gripped the ice pick in my hands, and walking towards her, thinking of what words to carve. I didn't feel like torturing her, not today.

She seemed confused and nervous, so I got on the bed again and cupped her face with my free hand, shushing her and whispering in her ear the words: "it's okay, I'll let you go." I cringed as she looked up to me hopefully. I got up off of the bed and turned off the light.

--

Y/N'S POV:

He turned off the lights. Was he going to fuck me with the ice pick?

I sat there, my body rigid with fear.

Then, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

Then my chest,

Then my forehead.

And although the lights were turned off, I could see his smile, tight and almost fake. As if he was trying to smile.

And everything went black. I could no longer see his wicked smile.

BONUS:

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PATRICK'S POV:

As I turned the lights back on, I tried to pick up her body, though it was a bit difficult, owing to the body going into early rigor mortise. I slid her into a Polo Ralph Lauren Travel Duffel Bag, zipping the top and heading out the door to go to Hell's Kitchen to dissolve the body.

#american psycho #smut #xreader #femalereader

[xtrokeme]

Sooo I mentioned working on a Eddie Munson x reader (AU) fanfic with my friend and we finished the first chapter, we've started the third and have some plot for other three.

Summary: Reader meets Eddie at the back of Hawking HS on her first day, conversation flows and ends up buying weed from him and new people and bonds begin to born.

Warnings: Drug mention/use (marihuana), tobacco use.

The day was grey, but she took the opportunity of the sad clouds that stopped sharing tears to go outside, 'the lighter... again'.

"Ammm... sorry" being polite first of all, "do you have a lighter?" she asked to the guy. They were at the back of Hawkins High School in a hidden corner, before she went there she saw the small bubble of smoke as an open invitation to ask if she could lit her own cigarette.

The first thing that caught her attention was the massive curls he had, his style was easy to describe as a 'metalhead' just by his vest and patches, he was certainly... attractive. She kept it relaxed as his brown eyes anxiously looked at her, probably expecting a teacher and a sigh of relief went out of his mouth.

"Uh, yeah, here" while searching on his pocket his eyes went everywhere, everywhere but her, body language was easy for her and understood that he was nervous. What she didn't know; the reason. Suddenly he felt like a fifteen year old who saw the love of his life for the first time, and he was certainly she was, it may be destiny.

He passed the lighter to her, hand to hand, just to have the opportunity to touch her lightly but the way her black lips held the cigarette, couldn't keep him more distracted.

The metal zippo combined with her skeleton rings, just like his. While she lit her ciggie he wondered why was she here, 'where's she from?'.

"I've never seen you around" he said to start conversation, he was trying so hard to sound confident right now.

"Oh, I just moved with my brother a few weeks ago, today's my first day" she popped the smoke resting her back on the bricks wall like him but face to face, separated by two meters. "Lunch, more like nicotine break" he chuckled by how similar the joke felt.

"Yeah... sometimes weed break for me" she didn't hide the surprise expression on her face making him feel like she didn't like that joke intention, but when a slow grin made her way to her lips, a wave of 'thank god I didn't ruin it' hit him.

"Accurate" she added, then she remembered her private task for today, "do you know who sells? when I moved I had a few grams but didn't last much, it's been three weeks" the dramatic tone at the end of her phrase made him laugh, and he really wondered if this was settled up by the universe.

"Funny how our paths crossed, I do" he was feeling more sure of what he was doing, he arched his eyebrow with a silly smile and captured on his mind the relieved face she made.

"You're my hero" he tossed the filter on the ground, losing all the confidence he had just by three words because they came from her, and the circumstances were funny indeed.

"I don't have it here though, it's on my van" it took him a few seconds to remember, "how much you want?" he saved the zippo where it was and tugged his fingers on his vest pockets 'try to look casual'.

"I have... 20 bucks, how much you'll make me?" she started fake searching on her mind, she had those 20 specially for weed since three weeks ago, but like him, she was trying to look casual.

"I can make you 15 grams, and I'll give you the chance to try it before buying so you know it's worth it" he didn't really thought about that last part, it came out of him automatically and he's thankful for that because if she accepts -that there's no need to say she will- he'll have time to know her more and he was really invested to do so.

"Fuck yeah, that'll be great" making sure to sound greatful, he smiled when he heard the informal choose of words. "After school, at the parking lot?" she spilled the plan.

"Sounds like a date" he joked, finally getting his charisma back. He just needed to feel less nervous, and the way the conversation was settled by something they both liked made it easier, so much easier that he started to flirt, as a joke, but if she didn't mind it wouldn't be a joke.

"We'll see about that" tension -a pretty good one- and the bell could be heard from there, she took the last PITADA not as far to burn the filter and stepped on it when it was on the ground, "I should leave, I really need to catch up or I'll fail a third time" she walked out the small hall and turned the corner, he followed her.

"I failed two years too, so I guess you have twenty like me, right?" he opened the door and let her in gaining the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Yeah, I am" teens looked at them together and wondered many things. "talking about ages... I haven't introduced myself, I'm _____, it's a pleasure" she said opening her locker to take two books.

"I'm Eddie, nick from Edward, but it doesn't suits me so, yeah, Eddie... my friends call me that" she closed the locker and smiled at him.

"I think both are good, Eddie" again, the tension, so invisible for the people around them.

"Oh, let me... where to?" he took the books from her placing them between his arm and side torso, the action took her by surprise but noticing how gentle he was doing it, it came to her mind; he liked her, and it's been... what? twenty minutes since their first encounter?

Many men try so hard to be a gentleman, but it came naturally from him, that's how she knew. It was so sweet.

"I have math, class B6 I think it said ON my schedule" they started to walk again down the hall to Eddie's locker, he looked surprised.

"Really? With Mr. Schnail? I do too" big smiles became a part of their faces -constantly since they meet- shiny eyes at the weird way things were going. He closed the metal door with a notebook.

"I guess our paths are really crossed after all, maybe we even share more clases and I didn't notice you" she made a hint to the paths comment he made earlier making him laugh.

"No, I would've notice you" when they were in class they seated next to the windows, weird behavior from Eddie not hiding at the back but wanting to sit next to _____.

"Why do you think so?" she tried to seem unaware of why, but she knew why.

"I mean you're..." and the moment they were having got ruined by Mr. Schnail.

◅ I want to make clear, this will be posted on Wattpad by my user @XtrokeMe, my friend @SmokingTrash will do the same on spanish, by this I mean english isn't my main language so it might have errors but I do proofread to give you a better experience –besides, it helps me improve so if you notice something odd let me know– ▻

𖤐 This will be posted once all chapters are finished so it'll take a while, but I'll post the link for you to find it faster 𖤐

✧ Asks are always open ✧

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #romance #au

[that-spider-witch]

Everyone should read this (A very important PSA)

Rabies. It's exceptionally common, but people just don't run into the animals that carry it often. Skunks especially, and bats.

Let me paint you a picture.

You go camping, and at midday you decide to take a nap in a nice little hammock. While sleeping, a tiny brown bat, in the "rage" stages of infection is fidgeting in broad daylight, uncomfortable, and thirsty (due to the hydrophobia) and you snort, startling him. He goes into attack mode.

Except you're asleep, and he's a little brown bat, so weighs around 6 grams. You don't even feel him land on your bare knee, and he starts to bite. His teeth are tiny. Hardly enough to even break the skin, but he does manage to give you the equivalent of a tiny scrape that goes completely unnoticed.

Rabies does not travel in your blood. In fact, a blood test won't even tell you if you've got it. (Antibody tests may be done, but are useless if you've ever been vaccinated.)

You wake up, none the wiser. If you notice anything at the bite site at all, you assume you just lightly scraped it on something.

The bomb has been lit, and your nervous system is the wick. The rabies will multiply along your nervous system, doing virtually no damage, and completely undetectable. You literally have NO symptoms.

It may be four days, it may be a year, but the camping trip is most likely long forgotten. Then one day your back starts to ache... Or maybe you get a slight headache?

At this point, you're already dead. There is no cure.

(The sole caveat to this is the Milwaukee Protocol, which leaves most patients dead anyway, and the survivors mentally disabled, and is seldom done - see below).

There's no treatment. It has a 100% kill rate.

Absorb that. Not a single other virus on the planet has a 100% kill rate. Only rabies. And once you're symptomatic, it's over. You're dead.

So what does that look like?

Your headache turns into a fever, and a general feeling of being unwell. You're fidgety. Uncomfortable. And scared. As the virus that has taken its time getting into your brain finds a vast network of nerve endings, it begins to rapidly reproduce, starting at the base of your brain... Where your "pons" is located. This is the part of the brain that controls communication between the rest of the brain and body, as well as sleep cycles.

Next you become anxious. You still think you have only a mild fever, but suddenly you find yourself becoming scared, even horrified, and it doesn't occur to you that you don't know why. This is because the rabies is chewing up your amygdala.

As your cerebellum becomes hot with the virus, you begin to lose muscle coordination, and balance. You think maybe it's a good idea to go to the doctor now, but assuming a doctor is smart enough to even run the tests necessary in the few days you have left on the planet, odds are they'll only be able to tell your loved ones what you died of later.

You're twitchy, shaking, and scared. You have the normal fear of not knowing what's going on, but with the virus really fucking the amygdala this is amplified a hundred fold. It's around this time the hydrophobia starts.

You're horribly thirsty, you just want water. But you can't drink. Every time you do, your throat clamps shut and you vomit. This has become a legitimate, active fear of water. You're thirsty, but looking at a glass of water begins to make you gag, and shy back in fear. The contradiction is hard for your hot brain to see at this point. By now, the doctors will have to put you on IVs to keep you hydrated, but even that's futile. You were dead the second you had a headache.

You begin hearing things, or not hearing at all as your thalamus goes. You taste sounds, you see smells, everything starts feeling like the most horrifying acid trip anyone has ever been on. With your hippocampus long under attack, you're having trouble remembering things, especially family.

You're alone, hallucinating, thirsty, confused, and absolutely, undeniably terrified. Everything scares the literal shit out of you at this point. These strange people in lab coats. These strange people standing around your bed crying, who keep trying to get you "drink something" and crying. And it's only been about a week since that little headache that you've completely forgotten. Time means nothing to you anymore. Funny enough, you now know how the bat felt when he bit you.

Eventually, you slip into the "dumb rabies" phase. Your brain has started the process of shutting down. Too much of it has been turned to liquid virus. Your face droops. You drool. You're all but unaware of what's around you. A sudden noise or light might startle you, but for the most part, it's all you can do to just stare at the ground. You haven't really slept for about 72 hours.

Then you die. Always, you die.

And there's not One. Fucking. Thing. anyone can do for you.

Then there's the question of what to do with your corpse. I mean, sure, burying it is the right thing to do. But the fucking virus can survive in a corpse for years. You could kill every rabid animal on the planet today, and if two years from now, some moist, preserved, rotten hunk of used-to-be brain gets eaten by an animal, it starts all over.

So yeah, rabies scares the shit out of me. And it's fucking EVERYWHERE. (Source: Spent a lot of time working with rabies. Would still get my vaccinations if I could afford them.)

Each time this gets reposted, there is a TON of misinformation that follows by people who simply don't know, or have heard "information" from others who were ill informed:

“Only x number of people have died in the U.S. in the past x years. Rabies is really rare.”

Yes, deaths from rabies are rare in the United States, in the neighborhood of 2-3 per year. This does not mean rabies is rare. The reason that mortality is so rare in the U.S. is due to a very aggressive treatment protocol of all bite cases in the United States: If you are bitten, and you cannot identify the animal that bit you, or the animal were to die shortly after biting you, you will get post exposure treatment. That is the protocol.

Post exposure is very effective (almost 100%) if done before you become symptomatic. It involves a series of immunoglobulin shots - many of which are at the site of the bite - as well as the vaccine given over the span of a month. (Fun fact - if you're vaccinated for rabies, you may be able to be an immunoglobulin donor!)

It's not nearly as bad as was rumored when I was a kid. Something about getting shots in the stomach. Nothing like that.

In countries without good treatment protocols rabies is rampant. India alone sees 20,000 deaths from rabies PER YEAR.

The "why did nobody die of rabies in the past if it's so dangerous?" argument.

There were entire epidemics of rabies in the past, so much so that suicide or murder of those suspected to have rabies were common.

In North America, the first case of human death by rabies wasn't reported until 1768. This is because Rabies does not appear to be native to North America, and it spread very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that until the mid 1990's, it was assumed that Canada and Northern New York didn't have rabies at all. This changed when I was personally one of the first to send in a positive rabies specimen - a raccoon - which helped spawn a cooperative U.S. / Canada rabies bait drop some time between 1995 and 1997 (my memory's shot).

Unfortunately, it was too late. Rabies had already crossed into Canada.

There are still however some countries (notably, Australia, where everything ELSE is trying to kill you) that still does not have Rabies.

“Lots of people have survived rabies using the Milwaukee Protocol.”

False. ONE woman did, and she is still recovering to this day (some 16+ years later). There's also the possibility that she only survived due to either a genetic immunity, or possibly even was inadvertently "vaccinated" some other way. All other treatments ultimately failed, even the others that were reported as successes eventually succumbed to the virus. Almost all of the attributed "survivors" actually received post-exposure treatment before becoming symptomatic and many of THEM died anyway.

“Bats don't have rabies all that often. This is just a scare tactic.”

False. To date, 6% of bats that have been "captured" or come into contact with humans were rabid.. This number is a lot higher when you consider that it equates to one in seventeen bats. If the bat is allowing you to catch/touch it, the odds that there's a problem are simply too high to ignore.

“You have to get the treatment within 72 hours, or it won't work anyway.”

False. The rabies virus travels via nervous system, and can take several years to reach the brain depending on the path it takes. If you've been exposed, it's NEVER too late to get the treatment, and just because you didn't die in a week does not mean you're safe. A case of a guy incubating the virus for 8 years.

“At least I live in Australia!”

No.

Please, please, PLEASE stop posting bad information every time this comes up. Rabies is not something to be shrugged off. And sadly, this kind of misinformation killed a 6 year old just this Sunday. Stop it.

ORIGINAL POST

#this has been a public service announcement #important #rabies #health #rabies vaccine #virus #viruses #vaccines #fuck anti vaxxers #antivaccine #anti vaccines #anti vaccination #anti vaxxer #antivaccers #antivacunas #antivaxx

[blueathens]

Brownies

Summary: The one where you and Mason bake brownies together.

Song: This Is Home by Cavetown Quote: “Fuck, baking is confusing.”

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

“What are you doing?” You quickly grabbed Mason’s hand before he could pour the flour into the brownie mix.

“Pouring flour into the bowl like the instructions says?”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Recipe,” you corrected. “And you have to weigh the flour before you put it in the bowl.”

“Why? Just estimate.” Mason shrugged, as if estimating 85g of flour was the easiest thing in the world. He noticed the way you looked at him, full of slight annoyance and regret that you’re actually allowing him to bake with you. “You know what? Weighing the flour sounds like a great idea!”

Your eyes lit up when you heard those words.

“The scales are in the drawer in front of you,” you pointed, and Mason nodded. He couldn’t wait until they both moved in together, being able to have those domestic arguments of what drawer be better for cutlery or what cupboard the bowls should go in. He couldn’t wait for when he finally gets to ask you to just live together and step up onto that milestone.

Mason pulled out a white and grey scale and placed it on the top counter, whilst walking forwards to close the drawer with his middle area of his body.

He grabbed a small bowl from the cupboard behind him and placed it on the scales (after turning it on). “Er, babe…is it meant to weigh the bowl?”

You shook your head with a small laugh.

“Should have put the bowl on before you turned the scales on.”

“Oh,” he redid his entire actions, turning it off and only turning the scales on after the bowl was placed on top of it. He looked at the random symbols and saw it was on oz instead of grams. But Mason didn’t think for a second to change it as he poured the flour into the bowl – going way over the top and nearly spilling the flour if you didn’t stop him.

“Baby!”

“It’s a bit too much flour, innit it?”

“You think?” Your mouth fell slightly open. “You didn’t change it to grams Mase.”

“Would it make a difference?”

“Well open your eyes and look at the mess you created.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mason chuckled, placing the flour down – the powder of it flying into the air as he did so – and scratched the back of his neck as he licked his lips nervously. “Fuck, baking is confusing.”

“Did you never learn maths?”

“I don’t need maths. I’m a footballer they do the counting for me.”

You blinked twice at him, trying to replaying what he just said as he smiles cheekily at you.

“Baby,” you grabbed his hand and stroked the back of hand. “I really don’t think they do…I think you’re going to need to go back to school or something hun because what you just said…I just…please I beg you just learn maths for me.”

“Beg, huh?” Mason smirked but you slapped him in the chest.

“Mason!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He grabbed your hitting hand and pulled you into his chest as he leant to whisper in your ear. “But I bet I could count the rounds of the amount of times I make you-”

“Mason!” You yelled again before whining softly, “I just want the brownies…”

A/N: I totally knew what I was talking about...

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[onstoryladders]

If Gram is in love with Black and just wants to try something with Eugene because he has lost hope in Black, I'd be very disappointed. Because I think that makes Gram someone who doesn't care about emotions. If Black and Gram's feelings are mutual, I feel sorry for Black the most. Imagine you are in a coma and your twin brother takes your place, but your loved one never noticed. On top of that, he wants to be with your ex-girlfriend. While I really wanted Gram and Black to be together, I'm disappointed with Gram's current attitude. So I would love to see Black with someone else if GramBlack isn't going to happen. What would Black be like when he's in love?

Hi, anon! Oof, alright – this is something I really wanted to talk about, so thank you for giving me the chance to do so. I've seen so much Gram slander and it breaks my heart 🥺 and I'm not saying it's totally unwarranted, but like-- he's not an evil bastard, y'know? Unless next episode confirms my worst fears and ruins everything lol

First of all, about Gram not noticing: I think we watched two different shows, anon 😆 Gram noticed it all too well. Just like Sean got closer to “Black” because he's attracted to this new version of him, Gram found himself getting frustrated and confused. If he'd known about a twin, I'm sure he would've connected the dots in a second.

The whole situation is just too crazy, no one would ever think oh, my best friend must have a secret twin who replaced him in the gang, it's such a crazy theory.

And also: I think people forget that while Black was in a coma, White was messing with his life and relationships like there was no tomorrow. He called up his ex girlfriend and then rejected her, got distant from his friends and closer to Sean... and of course Gram thought Black had simply changed, and didn't understand why.

From Gram's point of view, Black is the traitor.

Imagine your best friend suddenly taking their distance. They don't hang out with you but with someone they've never liked. They stop telling you shit. They start acting like an asshole to your common friend. They don't give you explanations when you try to talk about it. Wouldn't you feel confused and betrayed? Because I would 🥲

I don't think Gram is someone who doesn't care about other people's feelings. He's shown time and time again that he does care. He puts his own emotions aside when he asks Black to get back with Eugene, and all he gets is total indifference, a coldness he had probably never been met with.

As for Gram and Eugene, he didn't make a move on her until Black stated he didn't care anymore (if we don't consider the kiss, but they were both drunk and sad, and people fuck up sometimes) and I still don't think it was because he liked her.

This doesn't mean that he's pursuing her just to get over his feelings for Black. I don't think the situation is this simple, this-- shallow. But of course I can't say much about this before we actually get to see what's going on – although I did talk a little about my theories here.

Anyway, if Gram/Black isn't endgame Black won't get together with anyone, methinks. The only other option would be Eugene but they broke up and it wouldn't make sense if they undid that.

As for you last question, you have no idea how curious I am about it 😭 I need to know!

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[laketaj24]

Single in Staten Island: Tattoos & Kisses

Author’s Note: This is a three-part series I am going to do on Pete!! I am going to use the prompts I got in the second part! I talked with a friend about him—he does truly deserve a good girl or someone who won’t fuck him over. Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow, no lie.

Warnings: None, just language.- Smut in the following parts.

Pairings:Pete Davidson x Reader

Masterlist

“What’s your order?” The chipper attitude they were supposed to have had left the day you turned in your two-week notice. This coffee shop had been the bain of your assistance. Fuck this place. Fuck these people and fuck their fancy, overdone ass orders. You leaned on the counter, giving the man in front of you a stern look.

He looked around. Clearly, you didn’t have an attitude with him. He’d just walked in the fucking place. “Uhm—,” his eyes found the menu, but there was an aloofness in him that triggered you.

“You’ve been in line ten minutes, and you don’t know what you want?”

“Yep.” He nodded and shot a smile. “Ten whole minutes. Still a fuck up.” His finger tapped on the counter, and he looked up at the menu. Nothing here looked worth seven dollars, especially not a coffee. “What’s good here?”

“Look, I don’t know. ”You sighed. “I’m about to go lunch, and you’re the last order.” You flourished the lack of customers behind him.

“You from around here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your attitude is pretty fucked up; I figured you lived up the block.” He took a pregnant pause and chuckled. “An Everything Bagel, jalapeño cream cheese, and a grande black coffee.”

“What’s the name?”

“Pete.”

“Spell that.”

“You can’t spell Pete?”

“You from around here?” You quipped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I figured your name is probably spelled all fucked up and shit.”

He laughed, which was not what you expected; you just knew this was the gasoline added to a shitty fire. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Kinda weird.” He shrugged. “You wanna go somewhere better than this on your lunch break?”

“Unless you have a gram and a beer, no.”

“I have a gram and some black coffee if the barista doesnt quit before she puts my order in.”

You snickered. “That’ll do. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere but fucking Staten Island.”

 The ferry. It hadn’t been in the plans, but you were happy you said yes to the lean stranger. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette in one hand a flask in the other. It wasn’t precisely beer, but you had no complaints. “You want a sip?”

“Sure,” You took the flask without hesitation and chugged down three gulps before passing it back to him. It was gin, dry grade A gin. “That’s the kind of shit you bring on a ferry?”

“I thought I grabbed my tequila, but I must’ve drunk it all.”

“Drunk at 2pm on a Tuesday?”

“I’m not drunk; I’m enjoying a drink. Judge much?”

You shrugged and turned, resting your back on the railing beside him, feeling the cool breeze run through your hair. “So why did you invite me out here?’

“You looked like you needed saving, and I’ve been there. Shitty job with shitty people.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into the water below him. “Plus, you cussed me out on the job, which means your kinda badass.”

“I like to think I am.” You admit and nod your head. “You ever get tired of doing the same old shit?”

“yep, that’s why I get tatted.”

Then you noticed the tattoos spackled across his body in random places, and they were once more in a random fashion. Yet, you liked them; they matched him, odd and somehow insanely attractive. “Pete, I want a tattoo. Take me to your guy.”

“What do you mean to take me to my guy? Does it look like I have a guy?” Pete laughs. “I’m like a god damn coloring book; let’s find the first shop and just do it. I pick yours… you pick mine. Stranger tats.”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend won’t appear and try to beat my ass?”

“Unless you’re imaginary, too, I think you’re good.”

‘Fucking Brickhouse like you, single in Staten Island?”

“Single in Staten island is not a rarity.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s the only way to be.” He said with a bit of sarcasm.

 The conversation was random the entire ferry trip; you made wisecracks and rebutted, flirting with you but keeping his distance. “Tell me three weird facts about yourself.” You twiddled with your fingers and looked up to meet his brown eyes. “I’m sure you have more than three, but spare me the rest.”

“I like to be alone.” Pete looked back. “But I love a good party, but when I go, I hang out alone and watch people. People are interesting as fuck.”

“I find them to be boring.”

“That’s because you’re not looking for the right things.” He pointed to the woman about fifty feet away from the two of you. The older lady sat tired, sunglasses covered her face while the gray hair blew wild in the wind. “See Gladys there; she’s about to go home to a man she’s been with for thirty-five years. The best dick she ever had.”

Your face radiated with heat as you suppressed a chuckle. “Has to be to stay with it thirty-five years.”

“You haven’t had someone dick you down that makes you want to stay thirty-five years?”

“Not even make me want to stay a week,” You answered.

“That’s fucked up.” Pete smiled.

“That’s life, Pete. Unfortunately, people don’t always get good dick like Gladys.”

“Yeah, lucky bitch.” His phone rang, and he shifted, digging in his light denim jeans to retrieve his iPhone and answer the call. “It’s Pete.”

You turned, giving him some privacy and taking it all in. You didn’t plan to return to work, fuck that place and everything it entailed. You started a new job in three days; you’d take these three days to not give a fuck. That feeling started today; it started with your new friend Pete and this tattoo. The call ended after a few minutes; he didn’t talk about much, just a conversation with a friend and plans he had for a party later tonight.

“The shop is about five blocks from where we get off. Have you decided what I’m getting?”

“I want to see the designs first; I want it to be memorable.”

“Make it your number.”

“Is that your coded way in asking for it?”

“Not coded, I swear.” Pete leaned closer to you. “I kinda think if we are gonna get stranger tattoos, we should have each other’s number.’

“We won’t be strangers then.”

“Call them something else then.”

“I’ll let you know if you can have this number later… I haven't got an invite to this party yet.”

“You're totally invited.” Pete tossed his hands up. “Give me three digits.”

“847.” You snickered.

“Good, I guess I can work for the next seven.”

 The shop was grimy, with dark walls and low lights. The smell of weed and liquor hit your nose, and you felt at home for some reason. Your legs ached; the walking didn’t bother you usually but pairing it with walking didn’t do much good for you. You sat in the chair across from Pete. “Don’t make this a dumb tattoo.”

“You’re talking to the king of dumb shit.” He pointed to the small elephant; it wasn’t dumb, though. It had a feminine line design, and it was petite, adorable even. “I’m sparing you today. You’re getting this,” He smiled. “An elephant, not dumbo but a distant hot cousin.”

“I like it.”

“Good.” His smile was sincere. “I hoped you would. When is she up?” He asked the artist.

“I can get her now.” He answered as he started to sketch the elephant onto the transfer paper. “Hop up, sweet cheeks, and it’ll be about ten minutes.”

Pete extended his hand like a gentleman and led you to the red leather chair. ‘Ever had one before?”

“I have three.” You admitted.

“I see none.” He looked you over quizzically. “Not a one.”

“They are hidden….” You answered, choosing not to tell him they were down your chest and down your thigh.

“Secret tattoos. I like it. I can dig it.”

“Sure. Where is this party tonight?” You asked.

“Back in Staten Island.”

‘Can I trust you, Pete?”

“I hope so; I feel trustworthy?”

“You answered that like you didn't know the answer.” You shifted in the seat and pulled your shirt over your head. You revealed the tattoo of the moon phases going down your chest. “Just because you can't see something does not mean it isn’t there.”

“They're fucking awesome, like the person they are on.”

“You only think I’m awesome because you don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

It was not like you to kiss a stranger because instead, you wanted to admit it or not, Pete was a stranger to you; you didn’t care. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and he responded immediately, kissing you back eagerly. His lips were soft, full, and applying just the perfect amount of pressure to yours.

“You two want to fuck or get this tattoo.”

You exhaled, pulling away from him. “Can we do both?”

To be Continued.

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[viking-raider]

Scaredy Cat! *fluff*

Summary: You’ve been dating Henry for a short while, but things are serious. After being away filming Nomis, Henry’s impatient to see you again, and goes straight over to see you after landing, but he ends up having a problem with your roommate. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,546

Rating: G - Fluff, Ailurophobia (Fear of Cats), Cotton Candy Goodness, Scaredy Cat!Henry, Puppy!Henry, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort

Inspiration: This Anon ask (x) The Cat in this story is based off my cat, Midnight.

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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You let out an excited squeal at the knock at your flat door, knowing it was your new boyfriend, coming over to spend some quality time with you, after being gone filming Nomis, in Canada, for several weeks. “Henry.” You beamed, so super excited to see that scruffy face and those wild curls of his, that you bounced into his thick arms, melting into his warm body and burying your nose into his thermal sweater, taking in his amazing and masculine scent.

“I've missed you so much, y/n.” He whispered into your hair, easily picking you up.

The pair of you had met through mutual friends several months before, and really hit it off. You spent a lot of time either at his place or outings, like hiking or music concerts or restaurants. But, Henry was too impatient to see you, and came straight over to your place, after his plane landed, he'd only been inside your flat, once, and that was only for a second.

“I missed you too.” You replied, kissing him. “How was your flight?” You asked, as he set you back down on your feet and came inside, closing the door behind him.

“It was really good.” He smiled, toeing his shoes off. “It's even better to be back home,” he told you, taking a seat on the couch. “getting to see you.” He added, smirking, a wild glint in his blue-brown eyes, and making you blush.

“It's good to see you too, Puppy.” You chuckled, your cheeks warming up and turning bright pink. “Would you like some wine?” You asked, trying to pull yourself together again.

“I'd love some.” Henry nodded, licking his lips and watching you, knowing the effect he always had on you.

“Okay.” You giggled, turning on your bare heels and going into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of white wine and two glasses. You had just gotten the cork out of the bottle, when you heard the most unmasculine sound, between a squeak of surprise and a yelp of terror. You put the cork down, “Henry?” You called out his name, padding back into the living room and finding him standing on your couch, one leg slung over the back of it, like he was ready to run and looking down at something sitting between the couch and coffee table, a look of pure terror and fear on his surprised face. The object of his fear? Your domestic short-hair, 4kg, tuxedo, cat, Midnight. “Are you okay?” You asked him, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent the amused grin making your lips twitch, and a giggle.

“You,” Henry gulped, eyes glued to the black and white cat. “have a cat.”

You blinked at him, something dawning on you. “Are you allergic to them?” You asked, worried that he would be, you felt dumb for not making sure first.

“No.” Henry replied, his tone short and eyes wide as Midnight moved, to lick his paw. “I was attacked by my Gram's cat, when I was a little kid, and I haven't liked them, since.” He explained, setting his foot down on the floor, at the back side of the couch, and swung his other leg over, putting the couch between him and Midnight.

“Oh.” You answered, still trying not to laugh, but the need to laugh at him melted away, watching a horrified flare in his face and eyes, and the way his massive body jerked, like he'd been hit, seeing Midnight jump up onto his vacated spot on the couch. It made your heart hurt and feel horrid, seeing this big, strong and gentle man, shrink in size, before you, because of the feline. “It's all right, Henry.” You told him, your voice soft and gentle, like you were trying to soothe and frightened child; in a sense you were, you were trying to pacify that little child in Henry, that had been hurt all those years ago. “He won't hurt you, he's a good kitty.” You promised him, using your body as a buffer between the gentle giant and the ferocious cat; you rested your hand on his wrist. “He probably just wanted to meet you, and get a belly rub.”

“Then, gnaw off my hand.” Henry huffed, eyeballing Midnight with a look of concern and accusation, of his implied maiming.

“No.” That you did chuckle at, squeezing his hand. “He's the cat version of Kal.” You laughed.

“Don't insult my dog, like that.” Henry said, looking down at you, clearly offended by the comparison.

You laughed again, shaking your head at him, this man with arms as thick as your body and towered over you, like a mountain. “Here, sit.” You tugged on his arm and pointed to the floor. “Trust me.” You said, softly, when he looked down at you, dubious.

“If he bites me, I'm biting you.” Henry commented, sitting down.

“Don't threaten me with a good time, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, sitting down between his long legs and made a hissing noise, getting Midnight's attention. You patted Henry's thick thighs as he jerked, hearing Midnight's inquisitive meows and as he jumped up on the back of the couch, perching there for a moment, before smoothly landing on his paws between your and Henry's legs. “Who's my good fur baby?” You cooed at Midnight, making him meow again and rub up against your legs and body.

You scratched Midnight's head, moving your fingers down his neck, over his arching back to scratch his butt. “See? Good Kitty.” You smiled back at Henry, still using your body as a sort of shield for Henry's nerves.

“Your kitty, that's why. He likes you.” Henry said, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him, trying to hide himself behind you, peeking at Midnight from around your head.

“That's a good point.” You nodded, crossing your legs, knowing Midnight would climb into your lap and lay down, which he did; purring, like a jet engine. “But, I know, something else about him, that you don't.”

“He's secretly on that top five, most wanted list, for cat related murders.” Henry deadpanned, his face blank with seriousness.

“No.” You laughed, shaking your head at him. “He's got nickname in my flat building, T.C, Totally Cool, because he's super chill.” You reached back, wrapping your hand around Henry's wrist and pried his hand off your hip, chuckling has his long fingers twisted in the waistband of your sweats. You untangled his fingers from the fabric and carefully rested his big hand on Midnight's back, feeling his arm strain and tense, twitching against your palm as his rested on Midnight's soft black fur. “See, he's only purring louder. That's a good thing, they only purr, when they're happy.” You smiled back at him, still seeing his very horrified face, but his eyes were slowly losing that life-long fear. “and, you still have your hand, too!” You chuckled, resting back against his chest as he, very, slowly pet Midnight.

“Yeah.” Henry smiled, relaxing and finding he liked your cat. “So, how long have you had him?” He asked, looking at you.

“He turned eleven, in January.” You told him, turning your head and kissing his scruffy jawline. “I got him from a shelter, when he was three.” You explained to him.

“That's a long time.” Henry remarked, smiling at you, then gasp, his body and hand jerking away. “What the fuck.” He snapped, looking at his hand, for a bite mark, and you giggled at him, patting his cheek and kissing the other one.

“He licked you, you silly Puppy.” You informed him, gently taking his licked hand in yours and rubbing your thumb over the teeny bit of saliva, on the top of his hand. “He likes you. He only licks the people he likes, and approves of.” You explained, patting Midnight on the head.

“Oh, so, he'd have bitten me, if he didn't like, and approve, of me?” Henry frowned, staring at his licked hand.

“No, Hen. He would have just ignored you.” You snorted, shaking your head at him. “But, he licked you, so, you passed the Midnight Test.”

“It felt so weird.” He replied, relaxing again. “Like, sand paper.”

“Cat tongues are rough, like that.” You told him, making a kissy face at your cat. “Their tongues are like, built-in, brushes, for when they clean themselves.” You elaborated, letting Midnight lick your hand, in example. “It doesn't hurt, it just feels really strange. Especially, if you're only use to licks from a doggo, like Kal.” You grinned, nuzzling Henry's neck.

“That's not so bad.” He smiled, resting his cheek against your hair, and holding his hand close to Midnight's face; which made you smile and get butterflies in your stomach, and let him lick the top of his hand, chuckling at the feel of it.

“So, you cool with cats now?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I'm cool with your cat.” Henry replied, scratching Midnight between the ears. “I'm still a scaredy cat with other ones.” He chuckled, kissing you on the lips.

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[malethirsty]

Loyalty - Tyler Lockwood

Summary: When Klaus’s #2 makes eyes with you, Klaus sets the two of you up. But when you encounter an issue, it’s down to you to pull through for the both of you.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (However Orgasm occurs once Tyler pulls out, make of that what you will), Homophobic comments, Elena and co. become villains

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/MaleThirst/status/1196818509830819841

Life had changed drastically since Klaus had found out how to make hybrids. He moved you quickly into his house & got his new army to guard you in case Elena and her friends tried to pull any punches, The Council did indeed cut you off, but the Mikaelson fortune was extended to you by Klaus & the day spent shopping with Rebekah helped you both to bond. What was the most surprising thing was that you were now spending more time with Tyler Lockwood. You expected Elena to surround a support group around him, or ask him to spy on Klaus, but she ditched him, as it had been found out that Klaus had sired Tyler, and thus Tyler was now fiercely loyal to him. It was good to have someone else to share an admiration for Klaus & on days when the Original Hybrid had to battle against Damon & Mikael, you took time with Rebekah to train the newest hybrid. It was a Friday night that you all finally got to take a break from hecticness of it all. “Don’t you usually go to the Mystic Grill on Fridays, love?” Klaus pondered as he saw you flopped down, trying to find something on Netflix. “I mean I would, but Elena and all her friends are there, and I know they’ll send me out of the bar.” Klaus could tell you were still a bit down following your exile & leaned in to give you a kiss “Y/N, You need to boost your confidence. I’ll send Rebekah to watch from afar, but also, to make them that much more pissed, tonight I’ll send you out to the Mystic Grill with Tyler as a date, make Caroline jealous.” You snorted, it did sound like a good idea but “Is Tyler up for this?” You asked, you wanted it to be his idea & not Klaus planting him there “I asked him, he said yes. He also said he has a thing for you as well, so I’ve booked you next to her hotel room where she’s staying for the night before flying out for some Miss Virginia thing, keep her up all night.” “And how would I do that?” Klaus leaned up to whisper in your ear “You know how love. Do you always do with me every night” you knew that Klaus meant to fuck Tyler and while the idea sounded good.

“I’ll let Tyler know to be ready at a quarter to 8.” Klaus smiled, dimples on show as you headed into the closet, to pick out some good clothing. In next to no time, whether it be a need to impress you or due to his newly acquired speed, Tyler was ready & waiting as he walked you down the street, hand in hand. Right behind you was Rebekah not only your escort but also giving dirty looks to those who were giving you & Tyler side eye, which was comforting to you, it was nice to know Klaus, Tyler & Rebekah at least cared about your wellbeing, even if the world around you was less than sympathetic. As you entered the Mystic Grill, you saw the majority of the building taken up for Caroline’s big title party. Rebekah positioned herself near the door as You & Tyler selected the same secluded booth that you had gone to the night You & Klaus became partners. Ordering your usual Chips & Garlic Bread, Tyler ordering the same with a massive burger, you eventually opened up the conversation. “So Klaus told me about you having a thing for me.” Tyler gave a slight grin “When did you know & why didn’t you tell me earlier?” “Well it was a while ago, after Dad died, I realised I was free from his vileness, and I was going to tell you after the funeral, but then everything with Mason and turning happened, I threw myself into what I had become instead of managing both my crush & that.” Tyler swallowed, clearly not used to letting out a lot “It’s alright Tyler, you went through a lot so quickly, I’m not angry and you had every right to work on yourself before hand.” Tyler grinned as his burger got placed on the table “Jesus Christ, That’s massive! How are you gonna get through that?!” Tyler shrugged “You know that before I was a hybrid, I played football right Y/N? I’ve always had a big appetite.” “What exactly is the appeal of football? I’ve never understood.” Tyler shot a grin at you “Y/N, tonight I’m gonnna give you a crash course.”

And indeed he did, outlining the rules of the game, his favourite team and some spectacular moments that he had achieved with Mystic Falls during his tenure as a player. Usually you’d scoff at sport talk but Tyler was so engaging in great conversation, that you didn’t mind a second, and as much as you listened to him, he listened to you discuss your likeness of musical theatre with the same enjoyment plastered on his face as you had when he talked. “Y/N, I’m having one of the best date nights ever, Little Miss Blonde over there couldn’t compare” you were about to start laughing when at that exact moment, Elena’s group came over to your table. “Well hello there” Damon said somewhat curtly “Hello Damon, I guess you’re here to intimidate us” you responded, “Now Y/N, me intimidate, never!” Damon mockingly feigned outrage “Well it’s not for the bourbon since there’s none at our table” you quipped back, Elena stepping in. “No we aren’t here to intimidate, we wanted to take a look at the man who stabbed me in the back last week, who sold us all to Klaus, who made me a blood bag, how you had the nerve to show up at our bar and stage some sort of mock date to get under Caroline’s skin”. Whilst Elena was right about trying to get Caroline riled up, she had no business questioning Tyler’s feelings for you, which made you angry, and looking over to where Tyler sat, you noticed he was gripping his fists angrily, trying bot to let an outburst emerge and ruin the night. Looking to your left, you saw Rebekah had heard what was going on and had stepped up from her table, with your own group of friends ready to back you up, you decided that you might as well strike back, wasn’t as if she could do worse “Wow Elena, your ass is jealous at the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth” Seeing Elena’s shit eating grin thinking that she had intimidated you fall was quite possibly the sight of the year, but you weren’t done, not at all “Firstly, Tyler was close to dying, so if I hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t be here, also when was the last time any of you acknowledged me in your supernatural group of expertise? I didn’t owe you a God damn thing. And this ‘mock date?’ How would you know that Tyler’s feelings are genuine?” “Because I dated him for several months & as an ally I can tell when someone has feelings for men.” Caroline said now stepping forwards next to Elena to survey the scene. You turned to face Caroline, intending to give her the same verbal lashing as Elena “It’s about time someone told you Caroline, but having a group of Gay Friends who help you shop & quoting lines from RuPaul’s Drag Race does not make you an ally, it makes you an insufferable cunt.” A snorting laugh came from your left, and without turning, you knew that Rebekah had enjoyed your comment Now Caroline was looking like she’d been hit over the face with how red she’d turned, embarrassed she’d been called out at her party, good.

“Why would you have even gotten up with Klaus though?” Inquired Bonnie, “Yeah, what did he offer you: Money, Power, Immortality?” Jeremy seconded. “Nothing, what he did do was tell me about his loneliness & I remembered the times I felt pushed out and I thought if others could give me grace after being tossed to the side, the least I could do is return it to others.” “Oh Boo Hoo.” Damon prodded in, “Klaus is making an army without asking any of the wolves if they want in.” “How-” Tyler began angrily and Rebekah’s feet began to stomp towards the table, which Elena & Bonnie had acknowledged by the look of intimidation on their faces, however you stood up very suddenly, determined to stand your ground “How’s Vicki? Did you make sure she wanted to be immortal? You know, after you gave her your blood & snapped her neck.” An uncomfortable silence filled that section of the bar. “Bonnie, how is carrying Anna’s death going? You know the woman your current squeeze was dating? How were all the vampires minding their own business going before you tripped up the device & caused so much disaster, that almost caused Jeremy to die? Wasn’t that because all vampires were the same?, a pity story after your Grams passed, yet you stand with Damon and have the audacity to lunge after me. And you two” Y/N pointed at Elena & Jeremy, “You two are cut from the same cloth. Jeremy you knew about Bonnie tripping up the device, killing Anna & yet you two are dating and Elena you complain about Klaus needing your blood for something so little as turning which is somehow so bad, yet when Katherine didn’t open her legs to welcome Damon, he snapped your brothers neck, yet you forgave him somehow. I’m not saying you can’t forgive him, but if you’re going to let Damon’s miniature things go, then you need to let Klaus’s go. I’m aware that Klaus isn’t the picture perfect idea of humanity you all want, but you keep excusing the darkness in your own supernatural partners, not to mention yourselves, so you have some nerve isolating me like I’m the only one lavishing in it. Stay the fuck away from me.” You grabbed Tyler’s hand and marched out of the Mystic Grill. “Nice work-“ Rebekah began, but in your angry mood, you marched right past her with Tyler in tow. “Rude” she muttered under her breath as she reached for her phone to tip off Klaus that whilst you’d blown her off, you finally grew a backbone.

You walked several streets in a huff before stopping to breathe, at that point, Tyler hugged you. “T-Tyler, are you alright?” You questioned, “Yeah, it’s just that you could see me getting angry and you stood up for me instead. You were so scared of being confronted by them, but you stood your ground to their faces. You may not have faced down a vampire or a wolf, but you Y/N are the bravest out of us all.” You smiled “Thanks Tyler” he leaned in & kissed you. You took a moment to let Tyler endulge before you began to kiss back, running your hands down Tyler’s back before you were slammed into the lamppost. Whilst you wanted Tyler, you didn’t want to be written up for public sex, so you broke the kiss “Let’s get back to Klaus’s and continue this there.” “But what about antagonising Caroline?” Tyler questioned, but you had your answer ready “I think we’ve antagonised her enough, besides she’d probably rub herself to your moans and shit, I don’t want to give her the satisfaction.” Tyler let a cold smirk cross his face, he knew you wanted to be fucked hard, and that’s what he planned to do. Deciding to test out Tyler’s compelling skills on a homeless person, you gave him the room Klaus had booked out & you both made your way back to The Mikaelson Compound. It was empty, so you & Tyler could fuck as loud as you could, so he sped you up to your room and as the door closed, Tyler slammed you up against it, kissing you passionately, the same as he did on the street, however this time, your clothes were removed with vampire speed. Standing there naked, Tyler took in your nude form with a twinkle in his eyes, you blushed slightly which made Tyler smile “You’re cute when you’re flustered Y/N.” Tyler commented and with that he began to undress as well, intending to take time so you could see the goodies under his clothes.

As he removed his shirt, Tyler pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he deepened it. You began to feel around his shirtlessness, tweaking at his nipples which make the newly turned hybrid moan in your ear, the sound like molten gold to you. Suddenly you were thrown with all of Tyler’s might onto the bed, Tyler made sure you were looking up as he disposed of his pants and underwear in one go, his cock standing proud and hard. He began to walk towards you, cockily flaunting all the while “You want this dick don’t you Y/N?”, you nodded, but that didn’t appease the hybrid who sped towards you and gripped you by the neck, softly yet dominant “Talk to me Y/N, do you want me to fuck you all night?, have you crying my name as I make you cum from my stroke? Answer me.” He spoke the last part cooly as he playfully tightened his grip on your throat, making you feel a bit light headed “Yes Tyler, please fuck me as hard as you can.” You moaned out, making him laugh “As hard as I can? God this is gonna be good.” He laid his hand out, spitting onto it before stroking his hard member, coating it with the makeshift lube all the while looking at you all sprawled out, naked for him, and while he tried to maintain his cockiness, you could see from the ripples of pleasure on his face. Once he had lathered himself up enough, Tyler didn’t waste anymore time and used his newly acquired speed to to thrust deep into your ass, making you cry out at the sting. “Fuck, shit, your tighter than Caroline.” Tyler moaned out, you couldn’t even form words from how big he was and how he was stretching you out so right, all that came out was a mewling cry, which the hybrid smirked at. Rocking his cock deeper inside your tight canal, he began a passionate pace, looking down into your eyes as he fucked you deep so he could see how you crumbled apart for him, how desperate you were to take his dick. He locked you in another kiss again, moaning into it as you trailed your hands down his back, until he slammed in balls deep, colliding head first with your prostate, you cried out & instictively tightened your grip, sinking your fingers into Tyler. “Sink it in pretty boy, scratch down my back till you draw blood while I fuck you the way Vicki & Caroline could never handle, but you can, you fucking slut.”

The rough dirty talk emerged a desire in you to meet Tyler’s challenge head on. You dug in harder as Tyler cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure, all thoughts of Caroline and the confrontation gone, all you both wanted to do was chase down your orgasms. Your fingers began to feel a bit moist and you took them away from Tyler’s back to see you’d got him deep that there was blood dripping “Taste it” Tyler panted in your ear “Taste me Y/N, I know you want to.” With Tyler’s encouragement, you locked eyes with him drew your tongue across your fingers, tasting Tyler’s blood. You moaned out from his taste, knowing it would incense him into fucking you rougher and indeed, Tyler began to rock into you so hard that the bed began to slam into the wall with every thrust. ”God, this is amazing, keep this up and I’ll cum for you Y/N.” “Do it Tyler, cum.” Once again Tyler squeezed your neck “I’m the hybrid here baby, you’re the human, I control you, I won’t cum till you cum apart from my dick.” Tyler’s words were accompanied by a sharp thrust deep inside you, well and truly smashing into your prostate, the driving force combined with his words was what it took for you to reach your peak and crying out Tyler’s name, you came in spurts over yourself. “Fuck, that’s hot, seeing you cum for me. You want to taste me again?” You nodded and began to move your hands to Tyler’s back again, intending to leave new marks, but instead you were met by Tyler’s full force as he slammed your hands to the bed. Groaning and spluttering out of ecstasy, his body also rippling with the same energy, Tyler pulled out and with a few simple strokes let out a loud moan as he came all over you, splattering you with even more hot cum.

As he calmed down, Tyler wiped his hand in his load, covering his fingers with the sticky white substance and held it up to your mouth “Taste it” he said again, reminiscent of when he wanted you to drink his blood, except this time, there was a more erotic tone to his voice, he wanted all of his essence inside you. Never losing eye contact with the Lockwood, you licked across your hand, taking in his salty sweet seed, even sucking it off your fingers while moaning which made Tyler grin “Fuck, if people only knew how perfect you are.” He breathed out “I do” came a distinctive british voice that could only mean... “Klaus!” you both exclaimed as you looked over to see the hybrid standing in the doorway, watching you both with a smirk on his face “I thought you were at the hotel making Caroline sulk.” “No, you should have seen though, Y/N pretty much tore them all a new one” “I don’t doubt that, Rebekah texted me and told me about it. She also told me you’d left without talking to her.” He eyed you closely “I was in an angry mood” you tried to explain, but Klaus held his hand up to silence you and you obeyed his command. “I have to say nice technique Tyler, you wanted Y/N to take his fill you of you and that you did. But now I want you to step back” With the sire bond in affect, Tyler took several steps away from the bed, Klaus grinning at his power as he walked towards you and to your excitement began to strip his clothing off “You’re going to watch as I now fuck Y/N, cause while you know how to fuck, you don’t have a thousand years of experience to you. You can masturbate to us if you want, as long as you cum once we have.” Klaus stopped at the foot of the bed, Tyler nodding as he fisted his hardening length “Good. Now love” he turned his gaze to you “Tyler’s got you ready for me, like a good sweet progeny, ready for another hybrid cock inside you.” He palmed at himself and nodding, you threw yourself back on the bed, spreading your legs. Oh yes, this was the life.

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Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Seven) (B. Urie x Reader)

"WE NEED TO RECONVENE UPSTAIRS. COME ON."

Brendon's words echoed in your head, yet failed to properly sink in. Your feet moved on their own accord, instinctively following in the steps of the agent ahead of you. The hotel's various entertainment areas and their accents faded into a swirl of blurred colours and patterns; you shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose in hopes that it would recalibrate your vision.

It might have been all those tequila shots you'd taken with Ambrose, or the exceptional kiss you'd received a few moments earlier, but you were fairly certain that it was Brendon and his mesmerising, unnecessarily flirtatious performance that was responsible for your current state of disorientation.

A frown crept its way onto your face as you played back the last fifteen minutes in your mind – specifically, the parts where your bodyguard had gotten a bit too up close and personal with the hotel's female guests.

You were still following Brendon's lead, however your stride had slowed down enough so as to allow a couple feet of distance between the two of you. Sensing the change in proximity, the agent halted his movements and spun around to address you.

"Why the frown?"

Shaking your head, you avoided eye contact. "Just... thinking about your little... show."

His left eyebrow arched and there was a smirk playing on his lips. "You didn't like it?" he queried, feigning hurt, "It was for you."

Snapping your head back to look at him, you furrowed your brows and scoffed, stretching your arm out to gesture at the music lounge. "You sang to every girlin there."

"Yeah." He walked forward to minimize the distance between you and whispered lowly. "But where'd I end, though?"

With the intention of delivering a clever retort, you immediately opened your mouth to respond. Sadly for you, you couldn't think of a single thing to say in return, and instead resigned yourself to clicking your tongue at him irritatedly.

Satisfied with his little win, the brooding agent straightened himself up and smoothed his jacket. "Exactly. Besides..."

He started making his way to the elevator and you followed suit, leaning in slightly to ensure that you heard everything he was about to say.

"...not liked I danced with them. Unlike some people."

His voiced dropped to a low hum for that last sentence, but you caught it nontheless. You caught it, and you once again stopped dead in your tracks.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

It was abundantly clear that his quip was in reference to the whole "went-out-to-a-karaoke-bar-and-let-Aaron-Ross-serenade-you" thing, and honestly, you were insanely annoyed that he had brought it up.

After all, pretending to be dead and disappearing for eleven months was far worse.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you scoffed, clutching at your chest and widening your eyes, "I wasn't aware that dancing is a crime."

"It isn't," he shook his head, then tilted it to the side and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Unless you do it without me."

"Oh, is that so?" you mumbled, skewing your face mockingly as you proceeded to overtake the agent in heading for the elevator. "Well maybe, if you had beenthere..."

Holding up his hands in a silent plea for you to stop talking, Brendon resumed his stride and sidled up next to you. Now that he was close enough to do so, he spoke into your ear.

"I don't intend on ever making that mistake again, believe me."

The two of you stepped into the elevator, standing shoulder-to-shoulder after pressing the button for your floor.

"I knew you sang," you scoffed, "You tried to deny it all those times, but I knew."

"Obviously. I literally sang you back to sleep once. What did you think that was, sweetheart? A dream?"

The elevator doors opened with a ding and seconds later, Brendon slipped out and down the hallway, leaving you to gawk after him.

"You literally said- UGH!"

✧✧✧

Minutes later. Your and Brendon's hotel suite.

"...so to summarise," Rollins made a circle with his hands, signifying that his recount of the last hour was coming to a pinnacle, "the lead was a bust and we just wasted a perfectly good distraction technique on nothing."

From the other side of the suite, over by the bar cart, Ambrose piped up. "On the bright side, we did bust a drug operation." Drink in hand, the Hound nudged Brendon with his elbow and leaned in to mutter some words. "I swiped a couple grams, if you wanna have a party later."

Already annoyed due to the fact that no one had managed to get anywhere with this case, Brendon clenched his jaw and exhaled fumingly at the Lunatic's immaturity. Turning his head sharply, he delivered a glare so deadly that it could be felt all throughout the suite.

Stepping back, Ambrose held up his free hand in a show of surrender, raising his brows. "Kidding. Jesus, lighten up a bit."

"I'll lighten up when we finally find a lead that's an actual fucking lead," the agent growled, grabbing Ambrose's drink out of his hand and downing it before rubbing his hands over his face.

"That was the closest thing we've had," Reigns reminded everyone, shaking his head in disdain, "I can't believe weof all people are in a rut."

Sick of the heavy, pessimistic aura in the room, you stood up and clapped your hands together once. Making sure that you looked each man in the eye, you called them down.

"We are not in a rut. We've been in Vegas for all of what, three days? Not all missions are walks in the park – you guys of all people should know that."

You were met with silence and four downcast gazes, and so you continued.

"Today was a particularly draining one; we're all tired, not thinking clearly, and some of us are still slightly inebriated so," you made your way over to the bathroom and placed on hand on the doorframe as you finished addressing your teammates, "let's all just call it a night, get some rest and then discuss our next move in the morning, okay? Okay. Wonderful. Now get out of my room, I need to take a shower."

A resounding slam echoed around the room as you emphasised your point by shutting the bathroom door. The lock clicked and taking that as their final cue, the four agents shifted from their respective spots around the suite and headed for the exit.

Given that there was twenty feet and a thick plastered wall seperating you and your teammates, it wasn't at all possible for you to overhear any conversation that arose between them. Nevertheless, Brendon waited to hear the water spouting from the shower head before he started speaking.

"Since this case is clearly going nowhere slowly..." Brendon stopped in front of the door, running a hand through his hair before placing both hands on his hips. The Hounds ceased their steps and listened intently. "I'm gonna call Weekes. In the meantime, I want you guys to keep looking for Mason."

Ambrose made no effort to hide his disdain over the request, letting his body go limp as he expelled a throaty groan.

"Big brother duty again? Dude, we told you that he's dead."

Brendon responded with an icy glare. "You also told me that the kidnappers were operating from an underground lair here in the casino. So forgive me if I'm a bit untrusting of your sources and their intel."

"Fair enough."

Always the rational one, Rollins nodded his head and gave Brendon a firm pat on the back as reassurance.

"We'll handle it. Let us know what Weekes says."

Nodding, the brooding agent opened the door to allow his colleagues to leave, each of them mumbling goodnights as they did so. He locked the door, making sure that it was properly secure before moving off to grab another drink from the bar cart.

The pattering of water against shower tiles continued to filter through from the bathroom and concluding that you'd most likely still be in there for a while, Brendon decided it'd be best if he called HQ then.

He picked up the suit jacket strewn across a chair in the corner of the room and ruffled through the inside pockets in search of his phone. Once he found it, he walked over to the compact dining area, i.e. the most secluded part of the suite and tapped the screen a couple times to ring Dallon.

Setting it down on the small table, Brendon tooks sips of his whiskey as he waited for the techie to answer. There was complete silence in the suite, save for the distant pattering of the water from the shower and the trill of the phone; the sounds fell in and out of sync with one another, giving the agent something to listen to until the cheery voice of his comrade – accompanied by his hologram – pierced through the air.  

"Hey, handsome! I was wondering when you'd call!"

Just barely managing to fight back a chuckle and a smile, Brendon cocked his head up in greeting.

"Hey, Weekes. Listen, everything has pretty much gone to shit over here. We've got no leads, no intel, nothing. So..."

It took a second for the penny to drop but once the techie fully caught on to what his brooding counterpart was insinuating, he dropped the Scooby-Doo mug he'd had in his hand. The broken pieces of ceramic and milky coffee painted the linoleum floor of the tech room in an unappealing mixture of browns and blues.

Scooting as close to his desk as the roller chair would allow, Dallon leaned in closer still as he readjusted the glasses in front of his wide eyes. Eyes that were sparkling with excitement and a hint of mischief.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He was practically squealing, forcing Brendon to recoil and shut his eyes. "We're gonna do the-"

"Yes." The agent cut his colleague off, partly out of fear that he'd overspeak and say something he shouldn't and partly because he was still squealing. "I hate to say it but... we're in a rut, and this might be our only option."

Dallon's hologram cheered triumphantly. Brendon winced. The techie was far too invested in this, and that unsettled him a great deal. Especially since it was purely for the sake of the mission, and not for the reason Dallon was not-so-secretly vouching for.

"So," Brendon cleared his throat, tossing a quick glance over in the direction of the bedroom to make sure that you weren't out yet; you weren't, and he looked back to the hologram, "Can you get that suitcase here by morning?"

"How do you know me, bro?" Dallon scoffed, then leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles, "Already on its way."

✧✧✧

The next morning.

The tiny crack in the hotel's curtains allowed for rays of morning light to filter into the bedroom, illuminating the space in a soft glow. Your eyelids rose with ease, grateful to finally reopen after a good night's sleep. Stretching out your limbs, you shook off the remnants of your slumber.

You had gone to bed right after your shower the previous night, calling out a goodnight to Brendon as you crawled beneath the covers. A low mumble was all you'd received in response. He was hunched over his phone, busy with what was undoubtedly mission-related things; you assumed he'd come to bed as soon as he finished whatever it was he needed to do.

Looking over at the space next to you, a frown found its way onto your face. The bed looked completely untouched, not a crinkle in the bedding nor a dent in the pillow. Your fingers trailed along the crisp duvet, hoping that you would somehow feelhim – feel that he had been there – and that it would prove that your thoughts of him chosing to sleep on the sofa rather than next to you were nothing but pesky anxieties.

Sadly, you found no such reassurance.

Heaving a sad sigh, you rolled over to face the other side. Your eyes fixed on the compact bedside table – or more specifically, what was on top of it. The frown you  were wearing slowly morphed into a soft smile as you took in the sight of the still-steaming cup of coffee.

There was your reassurance.

While it was evident that he hadn't slept next to you, the familiar gesture of bringing you your morning coffee was proof enough that he cared.

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you called out to him. "Bren?"

Your voice was hoarse from sleep, and you cleared your throat while reaching over to pick up the mug. After taking a sip, you tried again.

"Brendon?"

No response. Knitting your brows together, you peeled back the covers and tentatively slid out of bed, trying not to spill any coffee. The complimentary hotel slippers laid by your feet; you slid them on and started for the living area of the suite.

There was no sign of your bodyguard, however there was a note on the coffee table. Picking it up, you read over the slanted handwriting.

'Needed to run a couple errands. Be back soon.

                                                                     -B'

"Errands?" you muttered, taking another sip of coffee as you reread the note.

It was odd that the usually mission-orientated agent would take time off to do personal things, which led you to conclude that whatever he was doing was somehow tied to the case. It was even more odd, then, that he hadn't informed you of what exactly the errands entailed.

Chalking it up to his lone-wolf, arrogant nature, you dropped the note back onto the coffee table and walked back to the bedroom. You picked up your cellphone from the side table and sat yourself on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your notifications while you slugged down the remainder of your coffee.

Not long after, you were headed for the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for the day. You shut and locked the door out of habit, ensuring your privacy despite the fact that you were alone in the suite. When you emerged from the bathroom a half hour later, though, you realised that that was no longer the case.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw the dress splayed across the made-up bed. Knitting your brows together, you approached the bed with cautious steps and an inquisitive gaze.

Now that you were close enough to properly examine the dress – which was covered in a transparent dress protector to preserve its delicateness – you were quite easily the most confused you had ever been.

"Uh... Brendon?"

"Heads up."

You spun around just in time to catch the airborne object he had tossed across the room. Clutching the bunch of tulle in both hands, you lowered it down to inspect it.

"What's this?" you asked, fondling the material as you tried to make sense of it.

"A veil." His words caused you to freeze, your eyes the only part of you that moved as you looked up at him. He nodded to the item of clothing on the bed. "And that's a dress. Get changed. We have an appointment."

Tilting your head, you gave the agent a skeptical look. "Where?"

"The altar."

"...why?"

"We're getting married."

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Girls Trip {Erik fic}

Warnings: 18+, smut.

{reader goes on a cruise with her girls during winter break post-breakup & meets Erik when she needs him most. The intro to a series. I hope that y'all enjoy this long ass intro x}

“Told you you'd like it! We know what you need.” your friend Lynelle says as you and your other 2 best friends step into the lobby of the ship.

Your original plan was to stay home and catch up on much needed sleep and netflix binge watching during Winter Break but Khadijah, Tasha , and Lynelle (Lennie)  had other plans.

They could never get on the same page to go on a proper vacation but the one time you wanted to be left alone they've decided to get it together. 

2 plane rides and now you're here on a cruise on the way to 'paradise'.

The last few weeks went by in a blur while you were buying bikinis, trying to contain your emotions, and leaving behind your frozen over city for Bali.

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little excited to be leaving behind a terrible end to a 4 year relationship.

“Girl I just paid 12 dollars for Netflix this month. I planned on staying home and re-watching The Get Down. I need to at them and ask them when they're gonna add Crooklyn." You say as your phone begins to go off. 

"Uh-uh, just cause your man had community dick don't mean you gotta feel like you did something wrong. You are the sweetest and most caring person I know and gave everything you had for that man. You are a strong beautiful talented black woman. You run your own business and don't need his ass for nothing. And if I were into girls I would've been shot my shot back in the 7th grade. Now, we gon' get tipsy, dance the night away in 23$ dollar heels, and find a fine ass beard to rid-"

You quickly cut off your best friend by answering your mother's call. You held onto Khadi's hand to let her know that her support means everything to you.

"Hey Mama. Yes I made it safe and sound." You say into the phone as you shake your head and laugh at your girls. 

"HEY MA " Khadi says waving as she smiles at the woman on the other side of the phone she's known for over half her life. 

"Hello Khadijah, are you behaving yourself ?" She asks as Khadi shakes her head with her tongue sticking out.

"MY GIRL." Your mother says as they both laugh and point at each other through the screen. 

"I'll talk to you later, enjoy yourself baby. Sometimes a little fun and laughter is the cure for heartache. Love you, be safe." She says before ending the video call.

"Alright , we all meeting up for the foam pool party after the tour right? Cause I need to shower and stuff first." You say as everybody agrees

An hour or two later you were standing in front of the hotel mirror giving yourself a pep talk in your new bikini. You eyed your reflection as you tell yourself that somebody son is gonna love on your fupa, and the 3 years wasted with Derrick isn't going to matter anymore. 

"Knees. Knees. Come on knees." Khadijah yells as Lennie and Tasha  drop it low and make it clap as a chorus of 'ayyeeee' erupts in the elevator. 

You make your way down to the lobby with the girls after throwing back a few shots in Lennie's room. You past by a group of other girls in the elevator and they were blasting Cash Shit from their phone. 

"Link up with us later." Paris says from the other group before moving over to the party already happening. 

The drinks are flowing through your system and Tasha is filming you for the gram as you sing along to the music. You accidentally trip backwards onto a man behind you before immediately apologizing and giggling.

"You good mama." He says as he catches you with one hand and the other still holding his drink. Without missing a beat he twirls you to the beat so that you can play it off. 

"What's the nigga name?" He asks as he takes another sip of his drink and tries to act like he ain't see you watching the suds slide down his scarred and chiseled chest to his happy trail.  

"Excuse me?" You ask confused as he flashes his gold fanged grill and cock his head towards the phone in Tasha's hand as she gives you a quiet  'oooh shit okay'. 

"The one you tryna prove a point to. Only name that matters now though is Erik." He says as he grinds against you and move your braids to your other shoulder. 

"Alright Erik, lemme see if you can keep up then." You tease him as you begin to whine on him and ride the beat as he keeps up behind you. You realize you have an audience now with his boys glancing over at you and your girls watching him. 

His hand holds you in place before he asks if it's alright if he kissed you. You nod before you know it his soft ass lips are on yours. He pulls at your bottom lip slightly while you continue to whine on him. 

"Thank you for the dance." You say before you place one final kiss to his lips as the song ends.

You walk over to Tasha before grabbing her hand and leaving to find Lennie and Khadijah 

You knew he was still standing there watching you walk away you turned to give him a look over your shoulder with a raised brow.

"Stop watching my booty" you mouth at him jokingly 

"YOU CAN'T EVEN BLAME ME. ITS FAT AS FUCK." He yells back to you over the music.

After an hour of dancing and having a good time with friends you only checked your phone once to find 3 messages from Derrick begging you to call him then two talking about how disappointed he was with you.

You stepped out onto the upper deck to tell him to stop calling you and ruining your good time. 

"I can do what I want. I'm fucking grown. All you ever did was sit at home on your ass and criticize me for every damn thing I did. I made sure you were happy when I wasn't even okay… And fucking my cousin was your way of showing me you loved me huh? Don't call me no more and stop calling my mama asking her about me too. " You yell into the phone before hanging up.

You stand there staring out at the ocean for a moment. Trying to breathe deeply and ground yourself so that you don't cry.

"You good?" You hear a voice call from behind you.

"What, you following me now?" You ask Erik as he pulls up one of the lounge chairs to sit next to you and light his blunt. 

"Nah, not at all. I came out here to smoke and chill. All that going on in there really ain't my scene. My boys got me to come here. They got white boys in there doing backflips off the balcony and shit. I probably would've still been at work right now." He say as he exhales and leans back against the lounge chair. 

You laugh softly before shaking your head. 

"That's how I ended up here. I was planning on spending Christmas and The New Year at home with my family. But my friends had this surprise for me to ring in the new year in Bali. And now here I am. I'd still rather be watching Godfather of Harlem. I gotta catch up." You say sitting next to him in the lounge chair. He instinctively wraps his arm around you letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

Granted, it probably seemed weird as hell to be cuddling with somebody you just met and barely knew but to both of you it just felt right in the moment.

"Godfather of Harlem ? That show is my shit. It's slept on forreal… If you ever in Oakland you should stop by sometime. I run a museum based on preserving black art and culture." He scrolls on his phone until he finds some of the pieces and shows it to you. But the main thing that stood out was Stevens Black Art & History: for the culture. 

"Erik Stevens?" You gasp and sit up to get a good look at him

"Yeah , why you looking like that? What's up?" He questions

"Oh my fucking God. We was best friends back in the day. It's me, look, minus the bifocals, braces, and that James Brown bob my mama gave me damn near every day." You say and he stares at you in awe for a second. 

"Damn it's really you." You says quietly as he runs his thumb over your cheek imagining you the way you looked in 5th grade.

You loved Erik growing up and spent almost all of your time together but after his father died you didn't get to say goodbye. He was taken into the system and after that you heard that he was in the military doing who knows what. You tried to find him but after a while it was no use. You couldn't believe how different he looked now. He looked tired down by the woes of life but still as beautiful as the day you met him.

" 'Member this?" You ask as you fish your out of the pocket of your cover-up and start playing Best Friend by 50 Cent. 

You watched as he looked up at you standing up to dance. You pull him up too as he puts out the blunt while laughing and stepping with you. 

"If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time. Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine?" You sing to him as he twirls you around 

"First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin. If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin. I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear. Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair. For me a different scenery just mean a different position. In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen. In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club. I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love. But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know. Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those. See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes. With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine. If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies. But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why. When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy. Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly." He raps effortlessly while kissing softly on your neck and all those memories start flashing back to you as you sway with him.

"Damn you still remember all the lyrics to our song." You say to him as you look over to see your girls and some of his friends.

"You out here ?  Bitch! I thought I was gonna have to do an interview on First 48 for yo ass. I was gon' drop a raft over to come find you. You know I can't swim and I don't got my floaties with me." Khadi says as she walks in with Tasha and Lennie . 

"I'm sorry I came out here for fresh air and then ended up literally finding my fuckin childhood best friend. Before the baddest bitches on the planet came to be. There was THEE duo. Everybody meet Erik."

After everyone got to know each other. Y'all brought the party to the secluded little upper deck with the perfect view of the ocean. You had drinks , music, and good company almost enough to forget about the whole situation back home. 

"Girl you know I love you but my feet hurt and Sebastian said he gon' rub em" referring to the man she currently had her arms around. 

"Alright , we'll meet up in the morning for breakfast" you tell them before giving them kisses goodbye and heading out with everybody. 

Tasha and Lynelle were currently singing to each other and sharing cute kisses off to the side. You couldn't help but to smile and think of how true love must feel. To love and be fully loved back like that.

You were standing in front of your opened room door when you realized that his room is across from yours but he had no plans of sleeping in it.

"Uh-uh. Who said you were invited in?" You ask Erik with your index finger on his chest. 

"I thought you said you wanted to watch Netflix? We can order room service and everything. Whatever you want" he says to you licking his lips and closing the gap between the two of you. 

"I want to forget. I want to have fun. I want to feel loved and appreciated for once. That would be nice." You say quietly as he takes his hand in yours. Pressing small kisses to each of your knuckles.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning in to kiss you slowly. He held your face in his hands as he continued to back you into the room kicking it closed with his foot. 

 "I'm glad that we found each other. After all of this time. " You say to him in between kisses

"Believe it or not I kept that picture of us. The one your mama took of us at the zoo next to the monkeys. I took it with me on tour everywhere. Right next to my mama's picture in my wallet. I never lost a battle. I made it home in one piece. Shits wild." He said zoning out for a moment like he was going somewhere else. 

"Heyyy." You call softly. You move his hands from your waist 

" I've got you." You whisper to him before leading him to your bed and laying him back. 

You wrap your arms around him almost cuddling him as you lay your head on his chest while listening to his heartbeat and sitting on his lap. 

You place a soft kiss to his lips before moving away from the bed to change, settling on a large shirt and nothing else. 

Erik followed suit and just stripped to his boxer briefs before you come back to the bed carrying soda , your laptop, and snacks. 

"And before you ask. Yes, I packed my laptop because work never stops, and yes I packed snacks because I can't find Takis out here." You say chuckling softly while he shakes his head laughing softly. 

You both settle into a comfortable position before loading up the movie. You settled on Nappily Ever After but it wasn't long before he was softly kissing on your neck with his hand under your shirt.

"Gonna eat it from the back. That's cool with you" he mumble into your ear.

If that's cool with me? BIH, I'm trying to let you give me twins. Triplets even. Play it cool. Play it cool . You thought to yourself before saying a silent apology to your girl Sanaa Lathan as you quickly moved the laptop to the bedside table.

"Damn she pretty." He says before kissing each cheek and gripping the back of your thighs. You knew what was coming next as your hands found the headboard and arched your back.

You can feel his tongue begin to explore the back of your thighs to your folds as he bends you forward. 

You hiss softly as his hand began to roam. You looked back at him as his fingers enter you. He begins to slowly and deeply work you open for him. You knew that you were dripping at this point and couldn't contain how loud you're being.

You can hear him let out a groan as he gets his first taste. Before you know it he's devouring you like you're his favourite meal and is completely in his element. His hands are massaging over your cheeks while he suckles your clit and then slides his tongue in. You begin to work your hips down onto it as he's on his knees behind you. His fingers massaging skillfully over your clit. 

"That's how you want it? It's all for you." You egg him on shakily as you reach back to grab at his dreads knowing that you're nearing your orgasm. You thought you were seeing stars but the audacity of this man bringing his hand down hard across your left then right cheek and then the pom-pom itself, did it.

Your toes curled and your head was tilted back as you continued to ride his face and the orgasmic wave crashed over you so hard it took your breath with it. 

You called out his name speaking in all types of broken Xhosa as he begin to lap you up and savour your taste. 

When you stopped shaking he sat back on the bed, proud of himself as he licked his lips. 

You turned to face him and he wasted no time continuing to massage you.

But what you hadn't realized during changing you accidentally dialed Derrick. Who's now on the other end, yelling into the phone 

{to be continued! I hope that it was alright!}

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Waiting 800 years for you | Tony Stark x immortal!reader

Hey guys, this story involves the universe from the books by Lynsay Sands. It's about immortal humans that are modified by nanos in their blood and prevent them from aging and getting sick. They are faster and stronger than mortal humans, and need to drink blood like vampires, because blood is the resource of energy for the nanos. They can read minds from immortals and mortals. And each immortal has a soulmate, the sex between soulmate is very special and intense, and they will be blacking out when they reach a mutual climax from the extreme pleasure.

So, in my story Y/N finds her mate in Tony and of course it's getting steamy. I hope ot turned out okay, because I am not so happy with it. But have fun.

Warnings: alternate universe! Vampires (Immortals), sassy Y/N, fluff, smut

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Tony showed you around the Avengers Compound and finally you reached his precious lab.

„So, here you are hiding all the cool stuff, sweety,“ you chuckled and were stunned by his inventions.

„Of course, you think it’s cool, because you didn’t have it back then, right?“ Tony added with his genuie smile.

You boxed him playfully in the side and shaked smiling your head. „You can’t stop reffering everything to my past.“

„No, you are the grams here,“ he laughed and couldn’t stop teasing you.

You weren’t mad at him, because you knew Tony for years now and you were so close, that you saw him as a family member.

„The grams could show you skills that you could never dream of.“

Tony raised his eyebrows quizcally. „What skills?“

„Oh, skills, well… I can show you skills that would drive Pepper crazy in the bedroom. Or maybe I show her and she shows you afterwards?“ You answered seductively.

And Tony laughed again, but this time a little bit nervous.

„I can assure you, we were fine in the bedroom,“ he stuttered barely, and you hadn’t notice if you wouldn’t own highly developed senses.

„Don’t worry; your sex life isn’t in the spectrum of my interests. But I can assure you that I know things… that could bring you two never known pleasure,“ you added nonchalantly.

Tony shook his head in disbelief. „No, you don’t understand, Pepper and I broke up four months ago.“

„What?“ you whispered and looked shocked at him. „Tony, I am so sorry and I began to talk about…“

„It’s fine, Y/N, I didn’t tell you, because I wasn’t heartbroken. We decided both that it’s better for the both of us and she’s very happy with her new partner.“

„Did she cheat on you? Because when she did, I will beat the…“

„Y/N, stop! No one cheated on the other and I’m not sad about it. We did it, because I didn’t love her as I should have,“ Tony interrupted you for the second time. „And now: no words about this anymore.“

You were surprised by his demanding voice, but you only nodded. You had to accept his pleading not to talk about it anymore. But there was one thing you could do for him.

You walked over to him and hugged him from behind. Your hands crossed over his chest and you laid your head on his shoulder. You wore high heels, so he and you were nearly the same heigh.

He placed his right hand above yours and turned his head to you. „I’m really fine, Y/N,“ he said with a smile and kissed your cheek. He let go of your hands and you released him out of your arms.

„But I can still show you the skills for the next women in your bed?,“ you tried to light the mood between you.

Tony nearly chocked on the water he was drinking.

„Why do you always discountenance me?“ he asked with a raspy voice.

You shrugged your shoulders. „I don’t know, maybe you’re addicted to me?“

You smiled at him as you walked around in the lab. You knew that Tony followed you with his eyes.

„No… I’m not… we are friends.”

„It’s okay, sweety. To be honest I haven’t had sex in eighthundred years.“

Tony’s jaw dropped down.

„Ehm… are you serious? Eighthundred years? How did you survive this?“

The shock was plastered on his face and his mouth hung still open.

„My mate died. He was the only men I’ve ever got intimate with. And then my sexual desire faded away and well… to get it back I have to meet an another mate,“ you explained with a straight face.

„I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know. Is that normal for your species? I mean, happens this to every immortal when they don’t have a mate?“ Tony felt bad that he caused sad memories of your passed mate.

„Don’t be sorry, Tony. In the early years I still had sexual interest in other people, but I didn’t follow this instinct, because it was another time and it was no go unless I would be married. And it would’ve faded completely if I hadn’t met my mate. But after his death it’s gone along with no appetite for human food, but this you knew already.“

„And what would happen if you meet a new mate?“ Tony asked curious.

Your eyes began to sparkle, because you remembered how you felt when you met your mate for the first time.

„First, I can’t read his minds. Then my appetite for food will come back and finally I would go insane, because all I would think about is that I want to fuck him. And of course we would fall deeply in love with each other.“

„And you never find a men like this again?“

You shook your head and sighed sadly. „There is a chance, but…“

You looked at Tony and couldn’t believe that you actually talked with him about mates. He was never interested in this topic, but you saw how his brain processed the informations.

„Could you only love your mate truly?“

„I can love whoever I want to love. But with your mate it’s a different kind of love.“

„So you could love someone who is not your mate?“

„Yes, like I said. But why you want to know?“ you asked curious, because Tony seemed to be nervous. You watched him intensely, but he just shooked his head like he would try to get rid of bad minds.

„Just for science, Y/N, your species is very interesting. Did you know that?“ Tony explained with a slight smile.

You raised an eyebrow suspiciously. „Yeah, I know, that’s because no one knows about immortals. The human kind would make experiments and tests with us and would want to steal our technology.“

„What technology?“ Tony asked in confusion.

„The technology that made us immortal. The nanos in my organism that keep me strong and healthy.“

„What nanos?“ Tony’s voice got higher and he came over to you. He stood a few inches away from you and looked at you very curious now.

„In my organism are little nanobots that live there. They repair every cell if I get injured and prevent my cells from aging.“

„And how they work? What is their source of enery?“

You chuckled, because he got excited like a kid.

„With blood. My body can’t produce enough blood, so I have to drink blood.“

„That’s incredible. And from where did you get the nanos?“

„You can’t buy or build them. No one knows how the sciencetists invented them. I was born this way, Tony. So I don’t know.“

„You were born like this?“ You could hear the disbelief in his voice. „That’s impossible, Y/N. If it’s true, then the nanos can copy themselves?“

„Believe it or not, but they can do.“

„You’re a miracle!“ Tony exclaimed.

You started to panic, because he was extreme excited about the knowledge he achieved and you thought your relationship would change from now on.

„Tony, everything I told you… I did tell you because I trust you. You have to promise me to keep it a secret,“ you pleaded him and your weak voice made him sober from his childish excitement.

He sighed heavily. „I know. I don’t want you to get problems with your people.“

„Thank you,“ you answered greatfully.

„But you are still a miracle to me, Y/N. Could you tell me more?“

You breathed deeply in and out. „Maybe next time, Tony. I think that was enough information for you at one day.“

„Yeah, maybe you’re right, but if I thought my stuff is cool, you’re so much cooler,“ Tony said seriously.

You pursed your lips, because his words abashed you. So you turned away from him and don’t know what to do, you weren’t used to compliments from Tony.

„You don’t need to be embrassed,“ Tony tried to reassure you. „You’re a stunning women.“

You smiled slightly and nodded at him.

„I see, enough of you being gorgeous and so on,“ he chuckled.

You weren’t sure why the compliments from Tony made you feel ashamed. You always got compliments about your beauty and appearance, but no one ever said being an immortal is a miracle. You’re used to your condition and you never talked with human about it.

You looked at Tony and you both stood there in silence. Neither of you knew what to say.

If he only knew that your heart was pouding in your chest like crazy since he picked you up at the airport. The tight hug he gave you and then he took your hand, it felt so right in this moment. Earlier he asked if you ever had met a new mate. Well, you knew that he was your mate since you met him two years ago. You couldn’t read his minds, but you never told him. He thought that you didn’t read his minds, because you respected him and didn’t want to be impolite.

„Y/N, are you alright?“ Tony asked suddenly and your head turned immadiately in his direction. You looked him right in the eyes and could see his concern.

„I’m fine, Tony, I was just thinking.“

„About what? I know you can read my minds, but it would be awesome if I could read your minds too,“ Tony suggested.

You didn’t answer, because you didn’t want to lie again. It would be better, if you tell him the truth. Be brave, you told yourself.

„In fact… I… I can’t your read your minds,“ you admitted sheepishly. Now the cat was out of the bag and you bit your lip as you watched nervously his reaction.

He raised his eyebrows in surprisement. „You can’t?“, he stuttered.

„Why? How long? Y/N, what does that mean?“ He tried to figure what was going on.

You didn’t realise that you were holding your breath and breathed out shakily. „It means you could be my mate.“

You were shocking Tony for the third time this day and his head began to feel dizzy.

„But why did you never say anything? I mean, if I’m your mate, then you’re my mate, too. And that’s…“

„Impossible, I know,“ you interrupted him this time. „You already said we’re just friends.”

„No, Y/N, I think it’s awesome. Astonishingly I didn’t expect that would it be so perfect.“

Bewildered from his words your expression turned from sad to suspicious.

„Why is this perfect for you?“ You asked carefully, you weren’t prepared for his answer.

„It feels like a dream come true, Y/N,“ Tony answered hoarsely. He looked at you with a big smile and came closer to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

You could feel his breath on your skin and the strength of his muscles, but you were so surprised by his actions that you placed your hands at his chest, but you didn’t push him away, you just leaned back to better look at him.

„Please, explain me, Tony, what’s gotten into you? I thought you don’t think in this way about me. I told you, you could be probably my mate and you are so happy about it… That’s not the typically reaction of humans to the revelation that they could be the mate of an immortal.“

You were still suspicious and tried to read his face, if that was all true or just to try a shot to get more information from you.

You could tell that his actions showed you otherwise. His sweet smile and the hope in his eyes. You were still confused, but you hoped for all good.

„Since the first day I met you, I have a massive crush on you. You were so pretty in that white dress and your smile made my head spin. And when I started flirting with out, you just turned my advances down. But I didn’t want to give up and you finally said yes to go on dinner with me. We got to know each other and I realized that we worked perfectly as friends, and I didn’t want to lose this new friendship. So I stopped my plans to seduce you and here we are two years later,“ Tony ended his explanation and you shooked your head confused.

„You like me for two years and never told me?“ you said affronted with a loud voice.

You saw a flash of hurt in Tony’s eyes.

„I am truly sorry, Y/N. I just thought you wouldn’t like me back in this way, so I never started to…“

„I don’t like you, Tony,“ you admitted and wanted to make this point clear.

Tony felt like someone punched in his face. He immediately stepped back from you. „What kind of game is this, Y/N?“ he asked you with anger in his voice.

„Let me finish, Tony.“

Tony just nodded and you took a deep breath. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you need to say it this way.

„Finally I can say it. Tony, I am madly in love with you. I’ve waited eight hundred years for you, there would an simple ‚I like you too‘ sounds too boring.“

Obvious relief was shown on Tony’s face. „You had no idea how scared I was. Don’t ever do this again to me.“

You smiled slightly.

„So, do you want to be my mate?“ you asked carefully, because Tony definitely knew now what it means to be your mate.

„Is this still a question? Y/N, I love you and I want to be together with you. So of course, I want to be your mate.“

He pulled you back in his arms and pressed your body flushed against his. You felt his warmth and you heard his heart hammering in his chest. His face was buried in the crook of your neck.

This was so much affection within seconds and the feeling was overwhelming for you. You scooped your arms around his shoulders and closed your eyes, inhaling his unique scent.

„Is this the part when I can finally kiss you?“ Tony mumbled in your ear and you nodded encouraging.

He placed a little kiss right under your ear and continued with more kisses over your cheek until the corner your mouth. „You want more?“ he whispered against your lips.

With a bright smile you pressed your mouth on his. It was something you wished it had happened already a long time ago. But it felt better then in your imagination. You often thought about how his lips would feel, how his touches on your bare skin would feel. You always liked it when his strong arms were hugging you and his hands were kneading your back when it was tense.

First it was a simple kiss, without much pressure. You breathed calmly through your nose and smiled slightly against his lips, because it made you really happy that this kiss finally happened.

His lips began to move, you obliged and kissed him back with much more passion this time, you changed the angle of kissing him and now you two had a much better access to each other.

Tony tested if you wanted to go further when the tip of his tongue tracing your lower lip. You opened your mouth a little bit and you met his tongue halfway. He was licking in your mouth, demanding but still gentle. Your knees went weak when he devoured you.

“Tony, I want you,” you whispered and he all he did was grabbing your thighs and sat you on the table behind you. His strong thighs between your legs, his firm muscles pressed against your breasts and his mouth was searing hot against your skin at your neck.

“You have me, you have me always if you want to.” Tony sucked hard on your neck and you would leave marks, but sadly not for too long.

“Oh, yes, Tony.” His hands pulled you on your hips closer to him and you were pressed together with every part of your bodies. You could feel everything and it felt awesome to be near him.

Your mouths found back to each other and this time you laid all your feelings in this kiss. You wanted him to know that he was loved by you and that he deserved to be loved. You knew about his struggles in the past and you were sure he still had issues, but was just too proud to show it.

You were sad that things didn’t work out with Pepper, but he told you it was okay and you believed him. On the other side you were happy that you could finally be together with him.

His hands wandered under your shirt and you moaned against his lips when he touched your bare skin. “Are you comfortable?” Tony asked with a lower voice and just kissed him hard.

He traced your skin up from your hips over the sides to your ribcage and his large hands fit perfectly to your torso. His thumbs brushed the lower side of your breasts and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Please, Tony. Touch me. You can touch me everywhere. I just want to feel you,” you said desperate and wanted than just to kiss Tony.

You saw the excitement in his eyes and with a little growl he picked you up. Automatically you wrapped your arms and legs around his tall figure. Now it was your turn to kiss his face and neck, you nipped at the skin under his ear, bit slightly down above his collarbone. You heard him moaning quietly and his hands grabbed your flesh harder.

“Keep doing this and I will take you against the wall right now,” he threatened and you looked in his face. “Is this a promise?” you asked him with a grin and squeezed your legs around him what made your core pressed to his lower parts.

“Well, I rather like to have you in my bed, preferably naked.” With these words he walked straight to his bedroom. On the way he lost his shirt and you continued to kiss his new exposed skin.

A moment later you were laid down on the silky sheets and Tony helped you to strip down to your underwear. Purple bra and matched panties. He looked at you with hungry eyes and your body shivered in anticipation.

“I will make you mine and I’ll be yours,” Tony said with a serious voice and leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You knew that sex with a mate was very intensive. You experienced it once with your first mate. But Tony wasn’t aware of the feelings that your intimate actions would cause.

Your skin was already on fire, every inch he kissed and touched was burning. Your bra disappeared a few minutes ago and Tony was mesmerized by your breasts. He licked and sucked and kissed the way over your upper body to your stomach and you moaned louder with every passing second.

“Can I take them off?” Tony was smiling to you and you could just nod. You weren’t able to speak and all you wanted was him close to you again. He hooked his fingers under the hem of your panties and pulled the last piece of your clothes down your legs.

You opened your thighs when he crawled back up. You helped him to push his jeans and boxers off and finally you were bare, skin on skin. “Tony, I need you. You feel so good. I thought I would never be with you like this. That I could never have the chance to love you, to tell you how much I love you.”

“I love you too,” he answered and looked into your eyes. “I’m so lucky to be here with you.”

“And there will be a lot more times like this.” You caressed his cheek and leaned into your touch. He kissed your palm and took your hand in his.

Slowly you touched his chest, feeling his old scars underneath your fingertips, and you watched awestruck how well build his muscles was despite his age.

“I think… I think you were used to more defined bodies, because you are all so good in shape… oh, Y/N,” he stuttered and you hushed him when you kissed his face and your hands roamed his upper body. You reached his waist you decided to grab his butt with both hands and he gasped loudly, his hips jolted forward into your core.

The friction was delightful and you throw your head back. Tony buried his face in the crook in your neck. “What a naughty girl,” he mumbled and began to rock his pelvis against yours.

“You want my cock, baby girl, right?”

You felt how hard he was and your little action have change his whole behaviour.

“Tony, please, don't make me wait,” you begged whining and he didn't let him tell twice.

He put his weight on one hand beside your head and used the other to position himself before your entrance. You opened your legs a little wider and you felt the pure bliss when he slowly sank into you.

“Oh god, just like that,” Tony groaned above you and then he started moving. It was a fast pace and he thrusted deep inside of you. Tony hit all the right places and soon you were clinging to him, encouraging him to take you harder. To make you fall apart from the pleasure he caused to you.

“You are taking my cock so good. If you keep squeezing me like that I will come too soon.”

You kissed him hard again and you both moaned when his thrusts went sloppier, but gained on pace.

“Come with me, my mate.”

You didn't try to focus on his face when you reached your climax and your walls clenched down on him.

You view began to blurry and you welcomed the darkness.

Well, it's gonna be funny when you both will wake up and Tony realizing he passed out from his orgasm.

#tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark imagine smut #tony stark x reader smut #tony stark x reader #vampire #lynsay sands

[katehuntington]

Title: In Bad Waters - part two Word count: ±1550 words Episode summary: Still in possession of the Winchesters’ belongings, Zoë meets up with the hunters on her next case. When it turns out to be a little more complicated than anticipated, she accepts their help in order to make an important deadline. Part two summary: Zoë wakes up from another horrific flashback and tries to put the pieces together. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Descriptions of domestic violence/child abuse. Drug use/addiction. Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures/resuscitation. Swearing, alcoholism. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Descriptions of torture and murder, drowning. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09​​, @kittenofdoomage​​ & @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​​. Thanks, girls!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist

S1E02 “In Bad Waters” Masterlist

     Paragould, Arkansas      November 25th, 2005 - Present day

     Gasping for air Zoë bolts upright in her bed. Breathing heavily, she stares at the wall in front of her, her eyes wide. It takes a moment before it settles in what just happened. Chill, take a breath, it was just another vision. 

     She swallows thickly, fighting the panic that got triggered. Closing her eyes, she inhales and lets the air slip from her lips, counting the seconds as she does so, waiting until her heart slows down. Exhausted she falls back on her pillow, worn out by the terrible night’s sleep. Fuck, that was worse than a bad trip. She feels like she just got out of a car crash; beat, sore, and confused. The restless dream has covered her skin in a thin layer of sweat and yet she feels stone cold. 

     A gaze at the clock on the cabinet informs her of the time, it’s 7:15 in the morning. She huffs, and she had hoped to sleep in. The familiar migraine pushes itself to the foreground and she squints; wonderful, just what she needed. 

With her eyes still half closed, she does her best to ignore the golden morning light coming from the tall windows. After throwing her legs over the side of the king size bed, she walks over to the luxurious bathroom; time to freshen up and at least come across as respectable again. 

     Every time she wakes up from one of these damn things, she’s unprepared for the blinding pains and black spots, even though she has experienced them plenty of times before. She's not really sure why she's still surprised by the effects, the aftermath has been very consistent so far. 

     Without looking at the faucet - her eyes narrowed to shut out the beams coming from the ceiling lamp - the huntress turns it on, the hot water steaming up the large mirror. She takes off her shirt and shorts and quickly finds comfort under the warm shower. As soon as the droplets hit her skin, a feeling of relief and relaxation washes over her. 

     Now that she’s getting back to her old self again, the tiredness sets in. How long did she sleep, an hour or two, maybe? After an exhausting eight hour drive - including a quick shower stop to get rid of the smell she was still carrying with her after her previous case - she finally arrived in Paragould. She checked into the first four star hotel she could find, got out of her clothes, and crashed on the bed. 

     As the warm water cleanses her, Zoë starts to take out the details of the images that she just saw during her sleep. It was the same dream she had the night before, the setting identical. She concentrates and brings back the memories she has been playing over and over in her head.

     “- that’s good news for the locals down there, let’s see if Brian can give us some positive news about the weather.”      “Well Julia, that I can. Looks like it’s going to be another sunny day in Greene County tomorrow. Clear blue skies, a mild, refreshing breeze from the southwest and a temperature of, brace yourself, 83° average, which is rather warm for this time of the year. Even when we look further up this week, it seems like this mild weather just keeps on going. Great circumstances for September and fall isn’t coming to Arkansas any time soon.”

     She could hear it so clear in her dream, the six o'clock weather forecast of the local TV station, somewhere September this year. After some research she found Greene County, in the far north east of the State of Arkansas. Over 38.000 people live in this county, with Paragould as its metropolitan area with a population of almost 25.000. Besides the fact that it seemed obvious to take a look in the largest city first, for some reason when that name appeared on her computer screen, she just knew this was where she needed to go. 

     Zoë turns off the shower and steps on the warm rug outside the cabin, after which she grabs a clean towel from the drying frame. For a second she glances at the stitched bullet wound next to her bellybutton, an injury which she suffered almost two days ago; it’s healing fine. With a second towel folded around her head and the other tightened around her chest, she walks out into the main room. It is a lot better than the previous motel; the colors are fresh and the room spacious. The furniture dissipates class, an abstract painting on the wall that could have been a Picasso only adding to that. 

     Now that the bad headache finally starts to fade, she can face the sunrise outside. Even though the temperature isn’t as high as it would be during July or August, the forecast hints for a lovely autumn day, even this late in the year. It’s just now that Zoë sees the cemetery in the distance. She chuckles; she sure picked her spot. 

     As she scans her environment, her thoughts wander off to Sam. She’s not exactly sure why she can’t stop thinking about him, but she has a hunch. Her dreams, his dreams, their dreams. Zoë was quite surprised when Sam mentioned he has been having nightmares, it got even weirder when she learned that he dreams about bad things happening to people, and it became scary when she realized his dreams actually come true. Familiar? Just a little, but not entirely, though. Sam apparently sees things that are about to happen, while she herself sees what already has. Zoë can’t help but wonder how it’s possible that two complete strangers have these visions, not to mention the chances of those two people meeting. Think about it; what if they are not the only ones?     A sigh escapes from her lips; there was a time that she could barely picture seeing the past or the future to be possible. What a weird world they live in. 

     She turns around and gazes at her messy bed for a moment. It seems to invite her back in and she would gladly like to crawl under those warm covers again and sleep some more. Then again, what’s the use if she’s going to wake up an hour later with the exact same images in her head, feeling just as horrible as she did a moment ago? She needs to charge her battery, though, able to count the number of hours she slept last week on two hands. No human being can keep this up, and if she wants to make good time on this case, she needs to be awake. 

     Contemplating, Zoë glances at the suitcase, custom made to fit the saddle bag of her Harley. After pulling the towel from her head and drying her hair with it, she tosses it on the bed and walks over. The huntress picks up the case and lays it on the bed, taking out her neatly folded clothes until she sees the lining. She folds back the seam, exposing a small zipper. Staring at the hidden pocket, she bites her lip. The doctor she was meant to be says she’s out of her fucking mind, but let’s face facts here: she’s running out of fuel. Just one line, she tells herself, taking out the little zip bag, containing a pinkish powder. Just to kick start this day and get this job over with.

     It’s not cocaine, nor is it meth; she’s not that suicidal. But a dose of amphetamine sulphate, otherwise known as speed, will give her the rush she needs and help her focus, despite the sleep deprivation. 

     Having done this numerous times already, Zoë takes the small mirror from the back of her suitcase and lays it down on the side table. She crushed the crystals at home already, powder taking up less space. Carefully, she tips what she estimates to be half a gram onto the reflecting surface, closing the bag before taking a scalpel blade and a short straw from the same secret compartment, tearing it out of the plastic. Skillfully, she chops the small particles and sweeps them into a line of about three inches with the blade. Holding one side of her nose closed and placing the straw up her other nostril, she positions the tiny tube at the end of the line and chases it, inhaling the drug swiftly. Zoë kicks back her head and takes a deep breath, feeling the chemicals prick between her eyes as her sinus cavity absorbs the amphetamines. She sniffles and wipes her nose, getting to her feet to clean up. 

     It will take a moment for the drugs to kick in, but when it does, she knows she will feel unstoppable and sleep will be the last thing on her mind. Deep down she’s walking a dangerous path, but isn’t that all she does? She’s a hunter for fuck’s sake; life doesn’t get more dangerous than that. Honestly, she stopped caring a long time ago. Death is inevitable, and with her lifestyle it’s going to be sooner than later. She might as well live on the edge and have some sweet nose candy along the way.

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[polygamyff]

43. Part 2

Letting out a deep sigh, am I a bad guy for telling Kellen to do that but then again what will people do for money and they will do anything, people love money and I see it every day. Closing my laptop, so I have done what I need in terms of work so I just need to wait it out, Robyn should be here soon anyways. I didn’t know Terry was coming but I don’t mind it, I am shocked she did come actually because I mean she was adamant in not coming but she did, I wonder what made her come “Maurice” Ally walked into my office “you got it?” I asked her, she held out the paperwork “he’s under Marquis Davenport at the New Orleans hotel, I think maybe to hide the fact he is there from you. You know your dad won’t want the drama, and he’s been ordering a lot of things to the room. He’s been also causing conflicts, I rang management there. He’s been having parties, they state drugs are being taken there. They can’t ring no police because they are scared of who he is to Marquis. But yeah Malik is there, and from the paperwork you can see the bill he’s run up on the hotel itself. This is down to you on what you like to do” he’s constantly ordering shit, everything he wants “I want you to get management on the phone now” I said, Ally walked over to the desk and reached over to my desk phone “what are you going to do?” she asked, well my dad may hate me but I don’t care “I want them to call the police on him” I sat back in my seat “Maurice” Ally said “your dad fixed you, let your dad fix him. That is his son” I shrugged “pass me the phone, I am sure a jail cell will” grabbing the phone from Ally “hello, Davenport Hotels” the guy said on the other line “hi, it’s Maurice Davenport. I am right in thinking you have Malik there?” I said “uhm, yes sir we do. He is here” least they’re not lying to me, I mean that would be bad of them “I want you to call the police, tell them that there is someone doing drugs in the hotel. I am in saying you have concerns in that?” Ally is not happy, but it is what it is “yes he is, I am not sure if we were allowed too? Marquis told us not too?” rolling my eyes “do it, don’t worry about anything else. Thank you” putting the phone down “I don’t want trash in my hotel Ally, I don’t care. He was not there for me when dad was getting me married, did he help me? Fuck him, let him rot” Ally sighed out “well can you contact your dad, about this. Anyways. Bye I am going” she walked off “have a nice night” I guess she is right; I need to call my dad and say it to him.

My dad is funny, he wants to skype me, I don’t want to Skype him, but he thinks Reign is here and that I am not telling the truth, he doesn’t care about me at all. Answering the Skype call “dad” looking over at the screen, I chuckled at my dad. He doesn’t know where to put his camera, I can see up his nostrils “dad, there is no Reign. Can you move your camera, please” shaking my head “well you said she was here so where is she?” this guy is not listening to me, he is not moving the camera “fine, but I want to see her Maurice. Please” nodding my head “so about Malik dad?” the camera soon moved, I can now see his face “who told you this?” pulling a face “dad! You don’t keep shit away from me, this is my business! You have him in my hotel” I pointed at myself, my dad doesn’t look happy that I know “I was going to sort it out and then tell you but I was going to move him, your mother is upset she wanted him to be with us. She wanted him to be ok, so that is why I did it. He is still family, what did I tell you about making face? You have too” my dad is going to have a meltdown “well dad, I took matters into my own hands, this is my business. I am thinking of my workers that has to put up with him, but you may get a call from him, I told my workers to phone the police on him. He will not! I say not! He will not do drugs in my hotel! Not when I know, how are you doing this to me, he is out. I don’t care, so you deal with your son ok?” my dad looked away from the camera “Joy, please don’t cry. Maurice, your mother is so devastated. Maurice, please” shaking my head “did anyone care for me? Did they!? When you fucking shipped me off to that bitch! No! I don’t care, it’s about me and my family, you’re either with me or you’re not dad. These are your words, but you aren’t me dad, you kissed your family’s ass, but I won’t! I will cause shit, I will make headlines, but I will be winning! Got it? Contact me when you have answers and you speak to your bastard son!” disconnecting the call and slamming my laptop down.

I need to calm down, I am so angry. Everyone is rushing around him, don’t be mean to poor Malik but fuck him. I don’t care, it’s about me and my family now. I will not take this shit anymore, what Robyn said to me has really fuelled me, she wants me to take what is mines and I am taking those words with me. She is my backbone and I think she is right; she knows what she is doing, and I should take what is mines. They ain’t going to like me but I don’t care, I am doing this for my family now. Getting up from my chair, this is a new chapter and I am starting this shit off with a bang, I can’t wait for them to hate me. My phone started to ring, I knew it will be my dad. Picking my phone from my desk, answering the call “you got an answer?” I said “you are me, I am proud of you Maurice” my dad said, he is not angry “it’s about you and your family, good. I raised you as you should be, it was always about you Maurice and you are doing me proud, I will deal with Malik” taking in a deep breath “that is fine, so dad I need to go. I am having time off with my family, speak soon” disconnecting the call, Jay has text me saying they are around the corner and once I get to the reception area they should be here.

My smile grew seeing Robyn, Terry and Reign and that damn dog, I be forgetting about her, but Khaleesi is walking around with a new gold chain again, she is just as bougie as the owner now. I laughed as I made my way to Robyn, she pointed at me she already clocked me and I can’t stop giggling now, I feel nervous seeing Robyn after being away from her “before I see you, Terry. Nice seeing you, on better terms too” pressing a kiss to Terry’ cheek and hugging her “aww it’s ok, I am glad to see you look so well Maurice. How are you?” she asked “I am good, I am happy to see you all here” moving back from the hug “wow! I wasn’t before my mom” Robyn said “well” I said trying to not get too shy, I am feeling it under Robyn’ watchful eye “I know how long you take and we have strictly a no dog policy in this hotel” this dog won’t shut up “they let you in, do they not?” Robyn retorted which made me laugh, so rude “and who is this?” Reign is being a brat, I can tell already she is not looking at and is looking away from “Awww mi amor de bebé, te extrañé” walking around Robyn “Mi Amor, daddy missed you” she is either upset with me or she wants me to make the effort and chase “stop being like Robyn, she makes me work. Come on, Mi Amor? I missed you” Reign looked at me “daddy missed you, go on” taking Reign from Robyn “yess! Awww lo siento, no te dejaré de nuevo. Papi lo siente” hugging Reign “Papa is sorry, I love you” pressing kisses to Reign’ forehead “you not going to say sorry to me too?” Robyn said as I placed my free arm around Robyn “I think you already got that, I am so, so, so happy. You’re here, in my city” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ forehead “you had a good flight?” Robyn pecked my lips “I did, thank you” hugging Robyn close.

Walking over to the reception desk with Reign, Khaleesi is everywhere in this hotel lobby “aww she is back again, hi little Reign” my receptionist said “she is now, she is here for good too. Can I have the bag I left with you please” sitting Reign on the counter “mommy dressed so pretty baby, look at your hair. You are beautiful, even with no teeth” she is growing so quick, now I can watch her grow “here you are sir” grabbing the bag from her, Reign looked behind her and at the receptionist “oh, that was a nasty glare” I laughed looking at Reign “she is like and who are you!? She is nice really, be nice now” Reign is not being nice at all “I would give you some candy, but you are too young, maybe once you are older. I am sure I will see more of you” scooping Reign up from the counter “she will be less judgemental hopefully” Reign looked at me and just screamed “wow, what was that for?” she placed her hand over my mouth, I guess she wants me to shut up. Robyn has been watching me walk back to the waiting area since I left the desk “she is harassing you” Robyn said “yeah, bit like you in the bed” I sat down “I mean in general” Terry is sat here “well, before we go to the home” Terry took Reign from me, she was not about to let me speak at all “so I got these gifts for you both, for moving here to me. I mean do you deserve it? I think not because you’re already spoilt but these are for you and Reign. Thank you gift” grabbing the first box which was Reign’ I think “you know for the gram” Robyn laughed “is that a green box, you know what green boxes mean mommy” Robyn said “they could also be empty” holding it out to Robyn, she took it from me before getting the second box out “what does it mean?” Terry asked “means money” Robyn opened the box “oh my god, no way! You didn’t?” Robyn closed the box “is that Reign’?” Robyn half shouted “Maurice, no! She is a baby, a Rolex!?” she spat, opening the second box “this is yours” opening it “matching” turning the box to her “welcome to New York Bonita” I grinned at her, Robyn lunged at me “thank you so much!!” she kissed my lips “oh my god, Reign. Look at what daddy got us both, well my sugar daddy” Robyn is a trip, I swear to god.

Robyn yelped out “oh my god, mommy. It matches my nails, how the hell you know my nails was going to be this, Khaleesi! Look at us” Terry doesn’t look amused “Robbie, be careful with those kinds of things. There is jealousy everywhere, the evil eye is everywhere” Reign is just staring at her arm, she is thinking what the hell is this “you got your Rolex on?” Robyn asked, nodding my head “oh wait, no I got my AP watch” Robyn eyed it up “then you need to get me one too, bring your hand over here. I just need your hand” what is she on “why just my hand?” I questioned “just place your hand over mine, make sure that watch can be seen though” she is acting out now, I chuckled complying to what she wants to do. Placing my hand over hers “you got your nails all done and shit, tonight is going to be good. Because I mean I am in New York” what has Robyn taken “Robbie, will you hurry up. And take this off Reign, now. She will lose it” poor Terry “we have so much to speak on though and thank you, I am posting this on Insta and putting my husband is rich check, and also this is for the gram” she pointed at me “did she drink on the flight here?” I asked Terry “she is just drunk on love, I don’t know. She was really excited to come here” I grinned at Robyn, she looks so happy “mom, can you take a picture of us. And I am happy because, first of all you divorced, you mine. So I am very happy” watching Robyn pick Reign up from Terry and making her way to me “eeww, you trying to eat the Rolex. Stop that” grabbing Reign from Robyn and placing her on my lap “come on Khaleesi, sit near daddy now” does she think this is a photoshoot “eeww” I said in Reign’ face and she slapped my face “Oh ok, thanks for that ma” she is a diva “place Reign on the other side, I want to sit on your lap too” my legs can’t take this “you seen how skinny my legs are? Also I got my suit on, I look stupid” Robyn sat on my lap and placed her arm around my shoulder “shut up and smile” looking up at Terry and smiling “I missed you though” resting my head on Robyn’ shoulder “same, I am so happy” she kissed my head before getting up “what is she like” Khaleesi placed her paws on my legs “and what do you want? You wanting attention now?” Reign reached out to Khaleesi “before you tell me I shouldn’t. I am putting it up and saying New York my new home with my family, the Davenport Family. Simple enough for you?” nodding my head, it’s a cute caption and she is not doing the most.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[iamfallinforeverything]

Prisoner (2/2)

So it took me longer than i expected to write the second part, but last week was really stressful and this week I just needed time for myself. I’m sorry it took so long but here it is finally. Thank you so much for waiting.  Also I think I could do another part of this if you guys want to and are interested in that. I don’t know how t do this thing veryone does where you just have to click on Part xy and you get to that part but here hopefully the link to the first part pf Prisoner: https://iamfallinforeverything.tumblr.com/post/185961443538/prisoner-12

And i though I just tag some people who maybe wanted to read the second part: @x5sosxfangirl @waywardtimemachinejellyfish 

Summery: You finally get the love of your life back but it took a different turn.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of time laps

It’s been some time since Bonnie and I stranded here. There were three things that we already knew:

1. We were the only ones that were living here in this Mystic Falls. 2. The 10th May 1994 repeated itself day after day and the recurring eclipse of     the sun was a proof for this. 3. Slowly it got fucking boring.

Everyday was the same. Every-damn-day. Bonnie and I decided to live in the Salvatore House. It was a nice, big house and the 1994 Version was nearly the same as the 2013 one. Besides, Salvatores have always had good whiskey in their house.

I was making some pancakes for Bonnie and me, when she finally came back from wherever she was. She had a Teddybear and a grimoire in her hands.

“What is that?”, I asked and pointed towards the stuffed animal. 

“Miss Cuddles. I’ve lost her when I was 9, but I went into my house yesterday and there she was. And I also found this”, Bonnie lifted the grimoire a little bit up, “in my gram’s house. Her old grimoire“, she smiled.

“Great. Hopefully it will help finding out where we are and how we can leave. And also I found this”, i held a bottle of bourbon up, “Damon drank it last year when Alaric died.”

“So everything that existed here in 1994 stills exists.”, concluded Bonnie.  

“Seems so.”, I answered and flipped the pancakes.

“So, there was a time where I couldn’t practice magic and this grimoire tought me alot. Maybe I can reteach myself.”, Bonnie shared her thoughts.

“Maybe. But that assumes that you’re still a witch and we don’t know that.”

“But it’s worth a shot.”

“Definitely.”

I put a few pancakes on a plate and gave it to Bonnie. Also I gave her the part with the crossword puzzle form the newspaper that I found infront of the Salvatore house.

“Try that. Helps against boredom.”, I said.

“Thanks. I’m sure it will be alot of fun doing a crossword puzzle form 1994.”, Bonnie rolled with her eyes.

“Worth a shot.”, I smiled while I was putting a few pancakes on a plate for myself.

I sat myself next to Bonnie and started to eat my pancakes.

“Alright. What’s a seven-letter word for…”, Bonnie said to herself but stopped when everything became dark.

The daily solar eclipse. And after that the day just went on.

~~

Two month later and Bonnie was still trying to figure out the crossword puzzle. She couldn’t find the answer to some of them, one being “an old tongue twister Eddie turned Top 40″. I didn’t knew the answer either.

~~

The time flew by and soon enough Bonnie and I were stuck here for a couple of months now. We had distanced ourselfes a little from eachother but we were still eating Breakfast and Dinner together. After so much time together we were getting on eachothers nerves and we needed some time for ourselfes, but every morning and every evening we sat together atthe dining table and ate together.

On one particular evening I was looking over Bonnies crossword puzzle and noticed that she solved one of the lines she had trouble with.

“Oh, you solved 27 acroos.”, I said.

“I wish. 27 across is a rock I am pushing up an endless mountain.”, Bonnie answered.

I read: “An old tongue twister Eddie turned Top 40. Eddie Vedder. Pearl Jam. Yellow Ledbetter.”

Bonnie looked at me confused. She took the newespaper out of my hands and looked over the line.

“Are you messing with me?”, Bonnie asked skeptical.

“No. Why should I?”, I answered.

“Y/N, I didn’t finished this.”

I frowned and looked at the crossword puzzle again. The line was filled in.

“I didn’t finished it either.”, I assured.

We looked at eachother for a while and then Bonnie said: “We’re not alone here.”

~~

The following day Bonnie and I went grocery shopping. We were walking through the store and talked about the possipility of not being alone. And then Bonnie stopped suddenly.

“Pork rinds.”, she said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, I asked and turned around to look at her.

“There were pork rinds here, on this shelf. There have been pork rinds here on very shopping trip we’ve had for the past four months.”

Silently I looked at the shelf and tried to remember what was usually on it. But then there was new sound. One we’ve never heard here before.

“You hear that?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes, loud and clearly.”, I answered.

I let go of the shopping card and went outside with Bonnie. Outside the store was a kids carousel. It was turning and playing music.

“What does that mean?”, I asked as I watched the carousel.

“It means that there is hope.”, Bonnie answered and smiled.

“How is another person supposed to bring hope?”, I asked suspicious.

“It means that this isn’t our personal hell. I means that Grams put us here. And if Grams put us here, there’s a way out.”

“Makes sense. Kind of.”, I admitted.

We walked over the parking lot and something caught my eye.

“Damons car.”, I said and smiled.

I let myself in, reached into the glove compartment and pulled the spare key out. I started the engine and my smile grew wider.

“Why is Damons car here? Did he left it here 1994?”, Bonnie asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t knew the Salvators back then. I’m just happy that I know where this Idiot left his spare key.”

“Do you think it would be unlikely for Damon to leave his car here?”

“Yes. I mean, what does he want to do in a grocery store anyway? He dosen’t need groceries.”

“So, that would stand to reason that someone put his car here.”

I nodded. Someone was definitely here with us. We were not alone. And then I saw a figure walking through the shadows. And it wasn’t Bonnie.

“Did you saw that?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes, I have.”, I answered and got out of the car.

Another shadow fluttered by.

“Come on, let’s go look for our roommate.”, I said and walked in the direction where the last shadow came from.

“It was behind the pick up.”, Bonnie said.

“No. It was infront of it.”

“Are you sure?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes.”, I simply answered.

We looked around the parking lot but there wasn’t another shadow flying by or any other unusual sounds. 

“Maybe it was just imagination.”, I said after a while where we were just looking around. 

“No. The carousel dosen’t turn on by itself.”, Bonnie answered and kept looking around. 

“Perhaps it was a technical difficulity. Why should there be another person here?”

“Here is someone else Y/N! I’m not blind or deaf. I heard something and I definitely didn’t fill in the crossword puzzle.” 

“Maybe you just can’t remember doing it. Maybe we’re just going crazy from being stuck here.” 

“NO! I know what I’ve saw and I’m not crazy!”, Bonnie answered angrily and stormed off. 

“That’s what a crazy witch woud say.”, I breathed heavily. 

I went back into the grocery store. I wanted to end our shopping because we still needed some stuff. I just added a bottle of cheap whiskey to it.  I opened the bottle outside the store and took a sip. Immediately it started to burn in my throat and i dropped the bags. I caughed and put a hand on my cheast. I dropped to the floor and caughed even more. Who the fuck puts vervain into a fucking bottle of whiskey in this hell? Bonnie? But she wasn’t even here and last week the whiskey was fine.  Everything burned inside of me. Everything was on fire and I couldn’t breathe properly. If I catch this asshole I’m going to fucking kill him by drowning him in vervain. I rolled onto my back and kept caughing. The sun was burning more just because of this fucking vervain making me weaker.  And then I saw the shadow again. It was hovering over me. I couldn’t see who or what it was because of the sun burning in my eyes. 

“I’m sorry darling, but you’re just a means for the purpose.”, the shadow said and lifted it’s arm.

I saw that it had something in their hands and soon enough I knew what it was. A fucking piece of wood was slammed into my stomach which made me groan.

“You fucking asshole. When I catch you you’re going to wish that you died a long time ago.” 

“I doubt that darling.” 

I knew this voice. I knew it but I just couldn’t put a face to it. The last time that I’ve heard it must have been a long time ago.  The shadow, or person, above me pulled the piece of wood back out, just to ram it right back into another place of my stomach. The stupid vervain was still weaking me. Just a few more minutes and it would were off.  The person pulled the wood out again and started to stab me again, but I rolled over and quickly got up into a defensive position. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?”, I asked. I still couldn’t see their face. 

“Oh darling, I told you already.”, the person answered and slowly some memories flowed into my mind. 

I knew this voice. I knew who used to call me darling. I knew who pronounced it like that. But that wasn’t possibly. He was gone.  My arms sunk down and I tried my best to look the person in their face but the sun was still blocking my way. 

“You know darling, I’m kinda offended that you don’t recognize me.”, they laughed and came a little bit closer. 

It was impossible. That has to be my mind playing tricks on me. He couldn’t be here.  I shook my head and took a step backwards. 

“Well darling, I’m not quit done yet, so please forgive me for doing that.” 

The person lifted it’s arm again and threw the wood in my direction, but I quickly catched it and let it fell down to the ground. Meanwhile the person grabbed the bottle of whiskey that fell to the ground earlier and threw it infront of my feet. It shattered into little pieces and a lot of them hit my skin. The liquid that hit my skin burned as well and I screamed in surprise. I fell back down to my knees which started to burn as well since I dropped into the liquid that was filled with vervain. 

“Leave her alone!”, I heard Bonnie scream and relief filled my body. 

Usually I wasn’t so weak but something was different about this person. Just their presence made me weaker. And there was only one person who was capable of doing this. 

“The useless one is here. Thank God. I’ve watched you try to do magic for months now. What are you gonna do, fail at me? It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you.”, the person said. 

I looked behind them and saw Bonnie. She nodded at me and I tried to get back up but I was just so weak. 

“And you my little darling. So weak.” 

I didn’t doubt it anymore. I was him. It could only be him. I’ve never heard someone else talk so damn evil and arrogant. And I knew he would kill me just because he could and just because it would help him. I needed to leave.  Bonnie was still standing behind him. She was still giving me signs to get up and leave. 

“You know Bonnie, you could save your little friend. If you wouldn’t be such a failure.”, he said and his smile got even wider. 

How could I still love him so much? How could I still feel the urge to protect him?

“Y/N run!”, Bonnie said loudly and I did.

I got up and ran a few meters away. I could hear how Bonnie was saying a spell and I knew what would happen and then my brain just turned off. 

“NO!”, I screamed and ran back to them and pushed him out of the fire.

“Bonnie stop!”, I said and looked at her pleadingly.

“Why would you do that?”, she asked back. 

I let go of him and just looked at the floor. It embarressed me that I still tried to save what we once had, even after everything what had happend. 

“Because she is still so damn inlove with me.”, he smiled widely and walked a few steps in Bonnies direction. 

“Excuse me, where are my manners? I’m Kai.” 

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A/N: That escalated quickly.

8th October: Pumpkin spice. 🎃 | feat. Loki

Words: 2296 (and it was supposed to be below 1k words… xD) Warnings: none

“Now I usually would not bother to ask but what are you doing?” Giggling, you watched the God of Mischief enter the kitchen. It was paradise, really—Tony rarely ever used it to actually cook something and after asking FRIDAY for the ingredients, you had the whole place for yourself to make some delicious pumpkin spiced cupcakes. It was a tradition you had begun practising every year during October, usually shortly before Halloween; and since the Avengers had left for a council meeting with Fury and a couple of other apparently “highly important” government lickspittles, you might as well kill time by baking.

You knew Loki had been excluded as well but he never left the room Tony had reluctantly put him in after Thor had brought him along. He spent most of his time reading and in fact never bothered about what the rest of this house’ inhabitants did all day long. It was strange he seemed to be starting to now.

“I’m making cupcakes. Care to help me?” You offered with a timid smile. Now you didn’t expect him to say yes. Loki had made it very clear as to what opinion he had of you all but unfortunately, that still didn’t stop you from fancying him. His sorcery and illusions impressed you, his wickedness and mischief intrigued you. He was quite handsome too. Oh no, scratch that, he was outrageously handsome.

“I’d much rather watch you and then try what you fabricated after.” Loki replied with a cheeky smirk as he leaned against the counter. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the weigh and poured in the amount of sugar that was required according to the recipe you had scribbled on a piece of paper. Once that was done, you mixed it with the eggs in a separate bowl.

“What are you making these for?” You suddenly heard his voice again. He almost confused you. Loki never made an effort to start conversations with anyone. Was he bored? You felt flattered he sought out you for some entertainment. Hopefully, he wouldn’t start tricking and teasing you. Even if that would be quite hot… No, stop it!

“It’s Halloween soon. I always make them for the occasion. They’re pumpkin flavoured. I used to make them with my best friend before I moved here to occasionally save the world with the Avengers.” You explained casually, glancing at him over your shoulder to give him a provoking smile.

“You mean All Hallow’s Eve? The night before All Saint’s Day. As I recall it, the reason for this holiday is to honour the dead and scare away unholy ghosts who disturb the spirits of fallen warriors and family members. Why in Valhalla would you bake… cupcakes for this occasion?”

Quite impressed by his knowledge of Midgardian holidays, you pouted at your sugar bowl. He had joined you at the counter now to look you in the eye. Instantly, you felt your heart beat faster. It wasn’t fear that shot through your body but much rather arousal. He was even taller when he stood that close and oddly, he smelled wonderful. Like leather, expensive fabric and some kind of tree you weren’t familiar with. He wouldn’t even have to try and seduce you.

“We celebrate it a little different here,” you began while adding some vanilla sugar to the mixture and starting to stir. “Usually, we wear scary costumes and go to parties to drink. Children go from house to house to do trick or treating. They ask for candy and if you don’t give it to them, you basically give them permission to throw rotten eggs at your house. There’s Haunted mansions with actual actors, scary movies, apple fishing and other traditions. Nobody really mourns dead spirits.”

Loki tilted his head as he thought about it for a second and you took the time to properly mix the ingredients in your bowl.

“That does not sound right. Except for the trick or treating maybe,” He added with a smirk. Giggling once more, you nodded.

“I figured you might like that part, Trickster. Now if you aren’t going to help me, I need you to step out of the way. You’re blocking the kitchen cabinets.”

The God of Mischief sighed in response. “What do you need me to do?” Startled, you looked at him.

“You really want to help?” You asked, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. Your question was met with utter amusement. Loki, King of Asgard and God of Trickery and Lies was going to bake cupcakes with you. Someone fetch the camera. No one will believe me when I tell them, you thought, still giggling quietly.

“You can start by pouring flour into the weigh.” You suggested, still stirring your eggs. They were almost finished and fluffy now.

Loki grabbed the flour on the counter. Without hesitation, he poured its white content into the bowl. Only he didn’t stop once the display showed the required amount.

“Loki, stop! Not everything!” You exclaimed, hurrying to take the flour from his hands. In the process, his skin brushed against yours. His hands are so soft… god damn it, (Y/N), concentrate!

“You told me to put the flour in!” He complained with his brows furrowed.

“Well, how many cupcakes do you want to make? A hundred? We only need five hundred gram. See the weigh?” You laughed when he frowned and you removed a bit of the flour with a spoon to put it back into the package.

“Now add one of these little sachets. It’s baking powder. Makes the dough fluffy in the oven.”

Loki nodded and did as he was told, this time without any mistakes. It was nearly cute how he fumbled around with the sachet to pour it to the flour.

“Thank you. We’ll mix it all together now, then add the pumpkin mush. It’s been sweetened already.” Smiling, you pointed at one of the cans on the counter. The sticker showed a rich pumpkin patch along with orange letters spelling pumpkin mash.

Quickly, you plugged in the mixer and got to work. In the meantime, Loki was watching your every move so intently pleasant shivers ran up and down your spine. He was actually… interested.

“You’ve never baked before, now have you?”

“The maids took care of it. I would sometimes sneak into the kitchens and steal the treats they prepared for feasts.”

Grinning at the mixer, you imagined a raven haired little boy with blue eyes using one of his famous illusions to secretly munch on candy.

“What’s so funny about that?” He asked. There was a threatening tone in his voice although you could tell he was rather amused.

Shrugging, you put the mixer away and used a spoon to scratch off the last bit of the sticky dough of the beaters before tossing them into the sink.

“Nothing. I’m just imagining a little Loki with sugar all over his mouth, leaving the maids wondering where all the candy has gone.”

Loki smirked. No, he smiled. He actually smiled. Planes took off in your stomach. God, why did he have to be so handsome?!

“You can help me put the dough into those muffin moulds. I put them on the baking plate already.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Well, I’d suggest you use a spoon but I’d be even more impressed if you used your magic.” You mused. This time it was a smirk.

“As you wish,” he purred. With a quick movement of his hand, mouth-sized bits of the dough hovered in the air with a start, floating over to the moulds without spilling a drop, where they squelched in neatly. A green shimmer surrounded them. You only watched Loki in awe, completely forgetting about wanting to put the dirty bowls and cutlery into the dishwasher right away.

Within seconds, the task was done and you were, after retreating from your trance, ready to put the baking plate into the preheated oven. Twenty minutes would suffice, until then, you had enough time to clean up the kitchen and talk to Loki.

“Tell me more about your Halloween.” He suddenly started. Swiftly, you grabbed the bowls and put them in the dishwasher.

“Well… usually, what you do every year is carve out a pumpkin. A Jack’o’Lantern. Families go to the pumpkin patch to pick one. It’s a win-win situation. After carving them out and cutting a scary face into them, you can use the flesh for pumpkin spice dishes. The pumpkin is lit up with candles so it looks spooky at night.”

There, almost done. Having put all of the crockery in the dishwasher, you moved back to the counter to wipe it clean from all the flour, sugar and any leftovers of the dough.

You flinched when you suddenly felt him right behind you. When had he moved, for Fuck’s sake? Pressing yourself against the counter, you bit your lower lip. His whole body seemed to be made of stone. You could feel the fabric of his clothing brushing against your t-shirt and your pants, didn’t dare to move.

Loki chuckled when he noticed your sudden discomfort, his hot breath grazing your neck. Casually, he placed his hands on the counter, trapping you between it and his body. You took a deep breath before you turned around.

The closeness startled you. His face was only mere inches from yours, his blue eyes boring into yours so intensely you feared to faint.

“Loki… what are you doing?” You managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. He smirked mischievously in response, moving even closer instead of answering.

His hands were resting on your hips now, pulling you flush against him. Before you knew what was happening, he had lifted you up and sat you onto the counter, with him pushing your knees apart to step between them.

“How long…” he began quietly, his face brushing your cheek as he muttered into your ear, “…I wonder, have you been fancying me, pet?”

What? How would he know? You’d been totally discreet this whole time! Right?

“I’m not… what makes you think I…” You failed to finish your sentence, for Loki’s hands were travelling now. His soft, long and delicate fingers caressed your thighs in a compelling manner. You could feel his lips on your neck. A soft mouth tasting your warm skin, a hot and moist tongue licking over your pulse. Your breathing quickened immediately. He hadn’t even touched you properly yet and here you were, panting so loudly it sounded like you had just run a marathon. You were practically a puddle in his arms.

“I did not know when I came to the kitchen for some distraction. But you are being horribly obvious, pet.”

The way he called you. Pet. For Fuck’s sake, this man would be the death of you! What had given you away? And, much more important than that, what… was he going to do? Was he about to do what you were hoping he would do?

Biting your lower lip once more, your eyes fell to his soft lips.

“What is it you want, pet?” He asked with a smirk as he followed your longing gaze. “Say it,”

One deep breath. No one would know, right? You had dreamed of a moment like this, wondered what his cool lips would taste like…

“Kiss me…” you whispered out of breath. It sounded like a prayer. Loki was a god, after all… would he hear it? His malicious smirk was answer enough. “Please…”

His eyes sparkling with a sudden desire, he cupped your neck with his hands and pulled you close. Only the fraction of a second later, his mouth came crashing down on yours. He tasted even better than you had imagined.

Closing your eyes, you let the kiss consume you. His tongue sneaked into your mouth, brushing against your lower lip over and over as his mouth massaged yours. Soon, both your tongues were fighting a playful battle, your composure all but lost. A moan escaped your lips when he attempted to pull away to let you catch your breath.

You didn’t even think about accepting that. Instead, you dug your nails into his armour so he couldn’t pull away—your eagerness even evaporated his condescending smile. You lost sense of time, didn’t know for how long you had been kissing, for how long you had been devouring each other. The loud ringing noise in the background was hardly disturbing when you wrapped your legs around his torso, the urge to rip off his clothes growing with every second that passed…

“Shit! My cupcakes!” You screamed into his mouth when you finally realised. Loki laughed—he laughed like he had never tried to take over your planet, like there was no grief and anger within him. The sound of it warmed your heart and still, even though you were giggling yourself, you finally managed to push him away from you to jump off the counter and open the oven.

“Where are the fucking gloves?!” Looking around frenziedly, you hurried to get your cupcakes out. They had just the right colour and the pumpkin spiced smell was downright delicious—only you couldn’t find the bloody kitchen gloves!

Loki chuckled once more. Without hesitation, he reached forward and bent down, grabbing the hot baking plate with his bare hands.

“Right… Frost Giant…” You murmured absently. The God of Mischief put them on the counter, enjoying the smell, so it seemed, as well.

“Now, pet, how about you let these cool down before you decorate them? In the meantime… we could do something else, preferably in your bedroom.”

Your heart jumped at the thought. Maybe you should have baked some cupcakes and thereby attract Loki’s attention way earlier…

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