#free them from jail they just wanted to sing and dance

[viveela]

They served so much cunt

#veearts #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #trolls fanart #fan art #needed to draw em before the year ended #why do they serve sm #free them from jail they just wanted to sing and dance

[nobodysdaydreams]

A Special Treat for My Wolf359 Friends: Oddly Specific Christmas Songs that Remind Me of Wolf359 Characters

Happy advent dear readers! 'Tis the season for festive head canons, and as a lover of very obscure Christmas music, here are some tunes that remind me of Wolf359 characters. I included links to all the songs listed, so have fun listening! I think most of the songs I found fit, and I found two songs per character (plus some bonus tracks...), so let me know which ones you enjoy!

I included explanations for why I think the songs fit the characters, feel free to disagree.

Side note: Please don't put any spoilers on this post, as I've only listened through season three at this point. If you want to follow my reactions to Wolf359, you can do so under the tag "#Bods Wolf359 Reactions".

Doug Eiffel- Christmas Tree On Fire / Christmas in Jail / Who Spiked the Eggnog?

Why does Doug get three songs instead of two? Simple. Because he deserves them.

The first one is 100% a Doug song. I just need to close my eyes, tweak the lyrics slightly to make them about a fire he started because he didn't do a very simple task that Minkowski asked him to do, and it's Doug singing it in a southern accent.

As for the second one, there are a concerning amount of Christmas songs about alcoholism or spending the holidays in rehab and/or jail. This made it very hard to narrow it down, but this song is specifically about going to jail for drunk driving, so...um...it fits? In a very sad way, but I feel like Doug would sing this in a drunk moment of self-loathing, that Hera and Minkowski would talk him out of.

The third song fits Doug because to be honest the whole vibe of Straight No Chaser fits Doug, and this song reminds me of when Kepler demanded an explanation of what happened to his Whiskey. This is the song Doug would sing after assuring Kepler that he would stop at nothing to find the culprit.

Hera- The Most Wonderful Day of the Year / Somewhere in My Memory

The first song is from the Rankin/Bass Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer movie. It's about toys that were built incorrectly, so they are put on an island where misfit toys go and sing about how sad they are that they don't get to celebrate Christmas with everyone else. I don't think I need to explain why this song fits Hera.

The second song is from Home Alone, and I think it fits Hera, because of the how much that one episode focused on her memories, good and bad. Plus it's a very beautiful song, and I think Hera would appreciate that. This song has a long musical intro, so you might have to listen for a bit before you get to the lyrics.

Renee Minkowski- That Christmas Morning Feeling / Have Yourself a Merry Christmas

For the first one, no, I have not seen the movie, but this song came on my Christmas recommend, and you can't tell me that Minkowski would not go for a big festive Christmas musical number.

As for the second one, it's from the musical "Meet Me In St. Louis", which I'm sure Minkowski appreciates. Any musical Christmas song would fit Minkowski, but this one is a classic.

Alexander Hilbert- The Nutcracker: Russian Dance / A Mad Russian's Christmas-Insturmental

I chose the first song from the Nutcracker, since it's a Russian ballet. I feel like Hilbert hates holidays and would only even consider tolerating classical instrumental traditional Christmas music (even though Minkowski forces him to sing carols).

The second song is also instrumental, and I mean, well, just look at the title of it.

Isabelle Lovelace- Christmas Isn’t Cancelled (Just You) / We Wish You Weren't Living With Us

For the first song: tell me you couldn't see Lovelace singing something like this to Cutter or Hilbert. Very fitting too considering Cutter ordered Hilbert to kill everyone on Christmas. Lovelace would hear about that and chose this as her revenge song. It's another song where I can close my eyes and see her singing it with slightly altered lyrics.

The second song could easily be everyone singing about any of the villains, but it would especially fit the oddly specific situation of Lovelace sarcastically threatening Hilbert when Minkowski tries to make them all play nice and sing Christmas carols together.

Warren Kepler- Christmas Whiskey / Six Cups of Eggnog

I don't need to explain my first choice. Kepler sings this song alone in his office to a full glass of Whiskey, which he saves specifically for December.

As for the second, I can see Kepler singing this to lecture the others on the proper way to enjoy a drink, even though absolutely no one asked and no one cares.

Alana Maxwell- The Season's Upon Us / I'm Getting Nuttin' for Christmas

For the first choice, I don't know much about Maxwell, but I know she doesn't talk to her family, and this seemed to fit that.

For the second choice, the song fits because Maxwell is not getting anything for Christmas, because she's dead, and she did bad things. (I'm sorry Maxwell stans, but I struggled finding songs for her, and you can't say it isn't true, though this second choice does apply to multiple characters).

Daniel Jacobi- This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground) / Please Daddy (Don’t Get Drunk This Christmas)

The first one could fit a lot of villain characters, but I chose it for Jacobi because he loves explosives. That's pretty much it. I had trouble finding songs for the SI-5. But I can see Jacobi screaming this song violently at a Christmas party, right before someone brings up the subject of ducks and sends him cowering to the corner.

The second song is because Jacobi seems to have some issues with his air force father (I was tempted to use the song for Doug's daughter, but figured that would be too dark). A close second for Jacobi was "The Twelve Days of Christmas" because there are a lot of birds in that song, and I love mocking Jacobi's fear of ducks. However, decided to go with other options because A) the 12 days of Christmas is already a pretty well known song and it doesn't fit that well and B) ducks are not explicitly mentioned in the song. But if anyone knows of a Christmas tune about ducks, please drop it in the tags.

Marcus Cutter- You Ain't Getting Diddly Squat / I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause

For the first one, the song fits mainly because of the singer's high pitched cheery voice and the way he gleefully tells a bunch of kids that Santa hates them, and they're not getting anything for Christmas. I can listen to this, close my eyes, and see Cutter singing this as he happily informs the crew that they're all about to die on Christmas.

For the second one, it's fitting because Cutter ordered the deaths of multiple employees on Christmas, and if he lived in a universe where Santa Clause did exist, he absolutely would try to kill him and take his power. The line "nothing against him, it's just business" and part of the song where he sings about the elves being his prisoners are very on point.

Miranda Pryce- I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday / I Want an Alien For Christmas

This first song choice won't make any sense to you UNLESS you've seen Black Mirror, because if you have, you'll know it makes a disturbing amount of sense. So...for those who haven't seen black mirror and are wondering how on earth this song fits her character, here's the clip to provide some context. Some horrifying, terrible terrible context.

The second song honestly fits Cutter better, but he already had two songs and doesn't deserve a third one. And I don't know as much about Miranda at this point, except she's apparently down with the whole aliens thing, so I figured it would fit here too.

Dear Listeners- Silent Night / A Spacemen Came Travelling

The first one is a Christmas song from the 1920s about a silent night. I don't feel like I need to explain this choice.

The second is a song is a gentle tune about a man from space who comes to visit baby Jesus and his mother and wish them goodwill. I also don't think I need to explain why the aliens fit this one.

Blessie (the plant monster/specimen 34)- Percy, the Puny Poinsettia / Christmas Tree Farm

Yes, any song about plants or Christmas trees in general is appropriate, but this first song is fitting not only because I'm still grieving the death of our beloved Blessie, but also because before I knew his name was Blessie, I named him "Percy the Plant" or "Percival B. Eternal".

For the second one, the singer sings about wanting to go back to a Christmas tree farm, so when I listen to it, I imagine Blessie up in space, dreaming of the day he finally reaches earth so he can be among the other plants, Christmas trees included.

Rachel Young- Elf's Lament / You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

I don't know as much about Rachel at this point, but a song about working in unfair conditions and regretting signing up for the job you chose seems like it might fit. Whether she'd be singing it about herself or those working under her, that's up to you.

The Grinch song could be sung about many characters on the list by so many characters on this list, but I can imagine Rachel thinking of Cutter every time she hears this song even though she does work for him, and I think the song describes her as well.

BONUS TRACK 1: This one is for Eiffel's daughter, Minkowski's husband, and everyone else left back on earth missing their (presumed dead) family: Blue Christmas

Sadly, I think this one speaks for itself...

BONUS TRACK 2: This is a little tune that Doug Eiffel and I would sing to Cutter, Pryce, Kepler, Jacobi, Maxwell, Hilbert, and Rachel: Put One Foot In Front of the Other

The song is from the movie "Santa Claus is Coming to Town". It's a song where a young Santa and his animal friends encourages the evil Winter Warlock to change his ways and become a better person. Perhaps this song too could inspire many of our morally bankrupt Wolf359 friends to either grab their redemption arc, or as the song says: "walk out the door" (straight out the airlock). And it's a children's song, which I think is necessary, since so many of them seem to have trouble grasping the basics of human decency. Hopefully this will make it easier for them to understand.

#bods wolf359 reactions #wolf 359 #w359 #alexander hilbert #alana maxwell #wolf 359 spoilers #renee minkowski #doug eiffel #hera wolf 359 #wolf359 Hera #daniel jacobi #warren kepler #isabel lovelace #rachel young #miranda pryce #marcus cutter #Wolf359 #wolf359 podcast #w359 podcast #wolf359 spoiilers #podcast wolf359 #podcast w359 #hera #dear listeners #blessie #specimen 34 #the blessed eternal #blessie the plant monster

[prodigaldaughteralice]

My raeda playlist is finally all put together! And because I'm a nutcase, I did an illustration for each track. For the rymin playlist, I tried to make them all go together smoothly, but for this one I decided to challenge myself to do each one in a different style! Here's some thumbnails:

Annotations and full illustrations under the jump :)

Luna-- Hayley Kiyoko; young Raine infatuated with Eda.

Luna, tell me, do you want me here right under you? Trying to follow every move Will you ever come down?

My Best Friend's Hot-- The Dollyrots; young Eda infatuated with Raine.

I'm gonna tell you that you're mean, 'cos you don't know You interrupt another dream, so out you go!

Clean-- Pale Waves; the young lovers.

You're the one girl that I just can't get enough of Maybe it's love, maybe it's a moment. You're the one drug that I don't want to get clean from, Is it too soon to say that I'm falling?

ICIMY-- Phoebe Ryan; Eda post-breakup. (Side note, I had never seen the official music video for this song before I put the playlist together for youtube so I only just found out the love interest in it is also a hot enby. Fate!)

Who do I call when I fall into something I can't escape? What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to do In case I miss you?

Favourite Record-- Fall Out Boy; Raine post-breakup.

You were the song stuck in my head, every song that I'll ever love. Play it again, and again, and again, And you can get what you want, but it's never enough.

Favourite Year-- The Chicks; looking back on it with a little more distance and fondness.

You looked at me like no one else, But sometimes love just doesn't seem to conquer all.

To Noise Making (Sing!)-- Hozier; Eda hears Raine is teaching for the Bard Coven and misses when their music was free.

I couldn't name the feeling carried in that voice; Was it that, or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?

Best of All Possible Worlds-- Kris Kristofferson; Eda's life on her own (clashing with cops, making trouble)

That policeman said "Mister Cool, if you're not drunk then you're a fool." I said "if that's against the law, tell me why I never saw Nobody in that jail of yours who wasn't just as low-down poor as me?" ...well, that was when someone turned out the lights And I wound up in jail to spend the night...

Music Jail pt. 1-- They Might be Giants; Raine's life on their own (subtler forms of resistance.) Also note that Music Jail pts 1 and 2 are the same track but 2 doesn't suit Raine as well; just bear with me lol

Where you goin', buddy? Where you goin', buddy? Won't you come with me to music jail?

This Love-- Taylor Swift; reunion.

These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me.

I Wish I Was the Moon-- Neko Case; isolated from each other, both trying to make the world better.

Paralyzed and collared tight, No pills for what I fear. This is crazy, I wish I was the moon tonight.

The Long and Winding Road-- The Beatles; Raine realizes they can't keep her out of the loop anymore.

Anyway, you'll never know The many ways I've tried. But still, they lead me back...

Now You Know-- Anaïs Mitchell; together again, Eda thinks about her future, her kids, death, and Raine.

When I think about dying, I think about children, And when I think about children, I think about you.

Lowlife-- That Poppy; delighted to be together after it all.

And I get so lonely, I can't make it on my own, And I need to see you-- can you come to my chateau?

Always-- The Veronicas; they've been through a lot and there will always be difficulties, but it's okay.

My house, my house is yours, so you can take your coat off, And you can close the door, my love's not gonna run out.

Because the Night-- Patti Smith; lovers.

Love is an angel disguised as lust, Here in our bed until the morning comes.

Nothing Matters When We're Dancing-- The Magnetic Fields; Comfortable together.

Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go. Let's pretend this song won't end, and we never have to go home.

Our House-- Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young; the whole rest of their lives gets to be together.

Staring at the fire for hours and hours While I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me Only for me...

#owl house #the owl house #raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #toh playlist #owl house playlist #toh art #owl house fanart #pd alice makes #pd alice draws

[invisibleraven]

AU Prompt cults + willie/anyone because *frantic waving and pointing at whatever caleb has going on in canon*

Willie always knew he end up tangled up with the cops-he just figured he would be cuffed and in the back of their car, not working with them to bring his boss down.

But that's the end of the story.

In the beginning, Willie was a poor street kid who ran from his last foster home after they tried to take his board. He filled his backpack with food from their pantry and cash from their safe, and took off.

He did okay for a bit, but all his plunder ran out faster than not, and he wasn't great at panhandling. So he ended up finding shelters that didn't ask too many questions and lied about his age to get under the table jobs. He also got pretty good at picking pockets.

That's how Caleb found him-hand in proverbial cookie jar, but instead of calling the fuzz, Caleb just smirked at him. "Well well, that's quite the talent you have there," he said. "Maybe we can put it to better use?"

So Caleb brought Willie to the club-offered him free room and board, three square meals if Willie agreed to help wait tables and attend to the guests. It seemed like a good offer, and Willie figured if it turned out bad, he could just head out once more.

It turned out to be a pretty sweet gig, all told. Willie liked getting paid to dance and sing for this rich idiots, and Caleb looked the other way when their wallets or jewels might have gone missing. As long as Willie gave a cut to the club, and didn't steal from the VIPs.

Willie also got to be Caleb's eyes and ears; reporting back to him the vibes and chatter he heard while working the floor, recruiting other kids like himself to come work there, or telling Caleb about other clubs trying to move in on their turf.

"Good job William," Caleb would always say, giving him that shark like smile that kind of scared Willie until it softened into something genuine. It made him feel... special, cared for.

Of course, Willie knew he wasn't special, he was one of dozens working and living here. All of the kids seemed to have a similar story-Caleb picked them up off the street, gave them a purpose, a home. Didn't ask much of them really, just their loyalty and devotion, which wasn't hard to offer to a man who lifted them from the gutter.

It all changed one night when one patron dropped a copy of Oliver Twist, and well, Willie does return stuff that isn't worth much-but he can't find the gentleman, only a piece of paper asking to meet the next day at a park bench. Willie decides he can do a good deed, and heads off the next day.

Only when he gets there, the gentleman turns out to be a cop. "Seems you got tangled up in something sinister."

Willie tries to play dumb, but the cop has pictures of Willie picking several pockets at the club, and doing some graffiti around town-enough to put him away for a bit, something he desperately wants to avoid.

"Thought you were the Dodger, but you're Oliver in this scenario," the cop says, laughing like the reference is oh so clever. "And you're gonna help us take down Fagin."

"You mean Caleb?" Willie asks. "He's a good guy."

"He's a thief, an embezzler, and an all around con artist. That little club of his is a front for a major ring of crimes, blackmailing the guests out of their life savings, helping the less than reputable members carry out crimes," the cop replied. "He recruits kids like you to do his dirty work and you don't even know it. It's a cult; making you think you're doing honest work when you're all be the ones held responsible if we let him get away with it."

So to save himself, and the rest of the kids, Willie agrees to a deal. He helps the cops (which revolts him honestly, he had always had a fuck the police mentality, but he also has a stay the fuck out of jail motto) take down Caleb, none of the employees serve time.

Bringing him to here, where he watches the cops escort Caleb out of the club in cuffs, he's stoic and silent, glaring at Willie, like he knows his role in this-maybe he does honestly.

It leaves all of them a bit lost afterwards. Everything is seized and blocked off while the investigation is underway. But Willie may have funneled away a large chunk of cash before the cops got to it, paying for a place for himself and anyone who isn't too mad at him for betraying Caleb.

It's a new start, and it's kind of scary, but WIllie breathes a little easier knowing he's free.

And finally gets around to reading that copy of Oliver Twist.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willie & caleb #julie and the phantoms

[multifandomworldsposts]

We Met in Tampa PT. 3

A/N: The story is the Elvis movie but Y/N version!

Pairing: Austin!elvis x reader

warning: Smut, Oral (M&F), fluff in the beginning

Y/N’s POV

Elvis was getting TV gigs ALL THE TIME! But we would invite me to some of them like his new movie Love Me Tender. The merchandise, some of it looked good but some looked weird. I sit with Elvis while the Colonel is showing us the merchandise that he has already in the room, a bust, pins, games, etc.

“I hate Elvis.” Elvis and I look at Gladys and she’s holding a pin that says what she said. Why would anyone want that?

“Yes. I hate Elvis. In my way of thinking, “I love Elvis,” that’s an easy sell. Those who hate your son will do so whether we profit from it or not. After all, what is hate worth if it’s free?” The colonel said to Gladys grabbing the pin out of her hand. I can tell she looks uncomfortable.

The colonel came up to Elvis and I and gave Elvis the pin, Elvis looks at it and says, “Snowman strikes again.” The men in the room laugh but I look at Gladys including Elvis’s grandma, I can tell they hate that idea, including myself.

Elvis went to the ‘Lansky Bros.’ and I stayed at Graceland to be with his family. He’s getting a new suit that he told about, I can’t wait to see it! He came home with the suit and I fell in love with it! It suits him so much!

Elvis invited me to go to the network at NBC and I obviously want to go. When we got there I was in shock, I’ve never seen anything like this. The producers gave me a special seat so I can see Elvis better. I look around and see his fans and some of them gave me dirty looks, I didn’t care I was seeing the man I’m in love with preforming ‘Hound Dog’ and I remember the moves he’s doing, he did them when I saw in back home.

The newspapers came and they are brutal like, ‘Elvis The Pelvis Belongs In The Jungle’ or ‘Elvis Presley Must Clean Up His Act — Or Go To Jail’, I get uncomfortable when I see these titles, Some articles are about his ‘mystery girl’, which is me but he wants to talk about me but he’s afraid that I might get death threats by them.

Elvis told me about his ‘Steve Allen’ show, he hated it because he couldn’t dance the way he dance and I felt bad for him, I want him to do what he wants to do because it makes me happy.

“It was the most embarrassing performance of my life, daddy.” Elvis says in a upset voice.

I feel bad for him. I get back to reading until I hear Elvis and Gladys start to yell at each other, “I don’t want all this! You’re unhappy!”

“I am not!” Elvis yelled, which made me flinch. Gladys slams her hands on the table.

I get up to see what’s happening, “You’re losing yourself, Booby!” I walk to Elvis to calm him down but he went to Gladys and she whispers something to him that I couldn’t hear.

I hear his friends coming in yelling Elvis’s nickname. “Tramping mud in my house and doing my damn head in. Come on Y/N/N.” He grabs my arm and says, “Where are we going?” “Anywhere but here.” Elvis takes me to his Cadillac and drives off fast, I don’t say anything I just let him drive.

He takes us to town and I see fans running to the car and Elvis finds a parking spot and opens the door and goes to mine and opens my door so I can get out. I hold on to his arm, there’s a lot of people out here, I just didn’t want to lose him from the crowd. “E.P.!” I hear and I turn my head, B.B. King? One of my friends love his music. Elvis takes me to Club Handy and B.B. King took us in the club.

I hear music inside, Elvis telling B.B. about what’s been going on at Graceland, B.B. looks at me and giving me a face like ‘is he serious’ face, I nod. B.B. talks to Elvis but I can’t hear them. B.B. opens the door to the club and this place looks amazing including the the singer, Little Richard? The same friend listens to him as well. We get to a table and I sat down next to Elvis. “Man, he sings the hell out of that song!” I hear E. say.

“Can I steal your girl for a moment?” A woman says to us.

“Uh, sure.” I get up and says.

“I want to show you something, it’s nothing bad I just want to show you something.” She says.

I look at Elvis and he nods, “Yeah of course.” She drags me to a hallway to a fancy clothing store.

“My name is Y/N what’s yours?” She looks at me and says “Anne.”

“This place looks amazing.”

“This is one of my favorite stores to go to. Hey Susie!” Susie looks at us.

“Ms. Y/N here, let’s give her a makeover.” “Why’s that?” I look at Anne.

“That man with you, Elvis Presley, needs to see someone with something new.”

“Okay fine.” Susie and Anne gives me a lot of clothes and one caught my eye, a lingerie set that I think Elvis would like. I try on the clothes but saved the lingerie for last. Anne and Susie complemented me and when I got on the lingerie, they immediately said, “That’s the one you need to wear!”

“You think so?” I look at myself and look back to them.

“Yes honey! He’ll die, not really.” Anne smiles.

“Can I pay you Susie?”

“It’s on the house Y/N.”

“Are you sure? I can pay you if yo-“

“It’s on the house sweetheart.”

“Thank you! I mean really thank you so much!” I walk up to Anne and she give me my coat and says, “He’ll love it!” I chuckle nervously.

We get back to Club Handy and Anne says, “There he is, go show off Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for this.”

“You’re welcome! Now stop stalling and go to your man!”

I walk up to Elvis but I take my coat off, Elvis looks at me and I can see he wants to do something to me but we’re in public.

“Y/N, can I talk to you in private?” Elvis drags me to a private hallway, I look back at Anne, she gives me a wink.

“What are you wearing Doll?” Elvis says trapping me on a wall but puts his left hand on the wall.

“You like it?” I said nervously.

“I love it but we’re in public Honey.”

“We’re in private E.” He stayed silent.

I lean in to kiss him, he kisses me back until it became a make out. I start to moan. He grabs my left leg to his waist and starts to kiss my neck. I can feel his cock getting hard. I start to moan, he takes me to the nearest room and locks it, I feel a table, I sit on the edge, I’m ready for him, so ready for him to do something to me. He comes back to me and lays me down on table and tries to find the zipper to the lingerie. I help him to get the lingerie off and starts to make out with him again, I don’t want this to stop. He gets between my legs and starts to eat me out, I moan again, I tug on his hair, he sucks on my clit and I start to scream, ‘damn he’s good’ I thought.

Elvis helps me get the lingerie back on my body and whispers, “Wait until we get home Darlin’.” I heavily breathe, I’m so glad I met him.

We get back to people still dancing and I see Anne waving her left hand for me to come over to her table. I go to her table and sit down and Anne just says, “That was a long time what did you two do?”

“Well we, made out.” Anne looks at me looking ecstatic.

“The Elvis Presley did that to you?” One of Anne’s friends says.

“Mm-hmm.” I answered.

“And, he did more then made out with me, he.” I look around and whispers in Anne’s ear “He ate me out.” Anne looks at me she looks at me like she won the lottery.

“He what Anne?” One of her friends questions.

“He ate her out Janet.” She gasps and says, “That man can do more then singing.” She says. I giggle.

“I’m so rude this is Janet, this Briana, and this is Gabriella.” Anne introduced me to her friends. “Hi nice to meet you, my name is Y/N.”

“You look so beautiful by the way.” Briana says. “Thank you! So do you!”

It’s closing time at Club Handy but Elvis and I stayed longer. Thorpe starts to sing and I’m in awe, she’s an amazing singer. “I’m goin’ to heaven to get my reward.” I start to clap, she’s amazing, I think amazing as me.

I go up to Anne and she introduced me to Thorpe.

“Rosetta! Meet Y/N, she’s Elvis Presley’s girl.”

“Oh it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” She smiles.

“You we’re amazing.”

“Why thank you darling, you know a lot white trash come here to terrifies us every day.”

“I’m so sorry! My parents never taught me to do that, they taught me to be kind to everyone.”

“You really sweet to all of us by the way.” Anne says.

“And thank you for this outfit.”

“What outfit? Oh come on I want see the little number.” I show Rosetta the lingerie.

“Now that’s you! I bet you’ll wear it all time.”

“Just around Elvis.” I whisper in her ear, Rosetta laughs.

“Speaking of Elvis where is he?” Anne looks around for him.

“Uh, there he is outside with B.B. King.” I turn and see Elvis outside with B.B. A few minutes later a photographer comes in and asks me to pose so Rosetta, Anne, her friends and I pose but Janet says, “Show off your lingerie Y/N!” I giggle and took off my coat and posed with the women.

The photographer took out a few pictures and I said, “I want a copy.”

He gave one of the pictures and I put it in my pocket and he went to Elvis and B.B. “Hey, Elvis, B.B! Give us a smile.” I heard.

Elvis and I had to leave and said goodbye to everyone. We went to his car and he drove off to Graceland.

“Elvis, I never had that much fun since, since uh-“ I take my coat off “Since you met me?” Elvis chuckles and lays on his bed.

“Maybe, I never had that much fun since I went to homecoming two years ago with my sisters.”

I lay next to him. “Well would your parents get mad if they see you in this baby?” He points out my lingerie.

“They’d die if they see me in this.”

“Y/N/N, I love you, you know that?”

“Of course I do E. I love you so much.”

“Let’s do what we did in that room a couple hours ago.” I lean in towards him and start kissing him again, he makes me straddle him and unzips the lingerie, I take it off and kisses him again.

He lays me down on the bed so he could be on top of me and I help him getting his clothes off, he takes his boxers off and gets a condom out of his nightstand drawer. He rips the rapper and get the condom out and puts it on his dick. He looks at me but I stop him, he looks confused.

“What about your family and friends, what if they can hear us?”

“All their rooms are far away from ours honey, it’s okay to scream my name.” He smirks. I kiss him again, I feel him entering in me and I start to moan. I don’t want this to end. “E-E-Elvis. Oh god.” I moan out. He kept on going in and out. I hear him grunting, I start to scream, God this feels good. “How you feeling baby?” “So good E, keep going.” He keeps going, he starts to kiss my neck, I feel him giving me a hickey. I gasp and scratches his back, “Don’t stop Elvis.” He moans and continues to kiss my neck and continues to fuck me. He stops, I whimper. “Remember what I did to you honey?” I know what exactly what he’s talking about. He goes to my clit and eats me out again. I grip on his hair and gasps “E-“ He stops eating me out and starts to nibble and kiss on my inner thigh, I gasp again, I grip on the sheets and looks down at Elvis. “Elvis.” He looks up at me, “I need you.” He smirks and climbs back to my face and kisses me again, but I stop him, “That’s not what I meant Hon.” He gives me a confused look. “I need you.” I grip on his cock, he knows. He fucks me again, but harder. “Ah Elvis!” “Fuck baby.” We continue to do this for longest time until we both go tired. He takes off the condom and throws it in the trash and lays next me. I heavy breath and look at Elvis who’s also heavy breathing. “How’s that Y/N/N?” “I- Oh Elvis, that was so good.” “I’m glad baby. You know I have that concert tomorrow.” “I forgot about that E. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be Y/N, we get there at 8:30 pm tomorrow, don’t worry.” I lay my head on his chest and felt relieved. “Darlin’?” I look up at him and say, “Yes?” “I’m so glad I met you.” He touched my hair. “I’m glad to Elvis.” I give him a peck. I lay next to him and I fell asleep immediately.

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[knownangels]

food

For some reason, the little clink of the jar going atop the fridge sticks in his memory.

“There.” Amma says, turning back to Benji with her hands on her hips.

He’s young, still particularly small — in the memory, she peers down her nose at him, nose wrinkled. He can’t tell if she’s upset with him or just joking. So he sticks his bottom lip out, makes tears start to spill over. 

“Oh, you little manipulative bast—” Her dark eyes cut to the kitchen table, where Saha’s working on a school project. Snitch. She’d gone running when she heard Benji pull a chair to get at the jar of biscuits (now jailed far out of reach).

Amma scoops him up. He clutches at her shawl, tries to use it as leverage to kick a bit higher on her hip and push up to just brush little fingers against the jar —

“Ooh!” 

And suddenly his world goes tipsy, upside down, and the swing of gravity forces a strange lump into his throat that makes him burst into giggles. Saha glares at him from the kitchen table. He sticks out his tongue. 

“Monster.” Amma accuses, leaning over to pinch his cheeks with her free hand. She shakes him with the other, making the laughter louder and louder. Saha puts a hand over her mouth. Hides the smile.

“So much for out of sight, mum.” She says. Benji likes her sing-song. If he’s nice enough, she’ll read to him before bed, after Amma has finished her last story. She does different voices, but not as well as their father.

“I’ll say!” Amma agrees. She scoops Benji upright and dances away, keeping his flapping arms just far enough there’s no hope for more treats.

But, true to theory, Benji only thinks about them for the next few hours. He whinges a bit as he’s tucked in, arms crossed over his chest, and Amma indulges it only as long as it takes her to become stern.

“You’ll make me cry, Benji, with all that.” Her slim fingers tuck under his chin, lift it enough to pull the blanket snug how he likes. Then she tucks him in at the sides, a tiny tight burrow nestling childish frustration. 

“Amma can’t cry.” Benji argues. His bottom lip juts out. “You can reach them.”

“You like the biscuits better than my cooking?” Now her eyes go wide. They sparkle with little star shapes projected from the nightlight in the corner — Benji doesn’t like being denied, but he hates the dark more.

He frowns, mouth softening from its anger. “No…”

“Well you won’t mind those being up for a bit, will you?” Amma’s happiness comes back, beaming the same as the sun as it spills through his window in the mornings. She leans forward, brushing their noses together. “I’ll make you better ones, hey? Forget those store ones. Out of sight out of mind.”

He stares up at her a moment, eyes thinned. Then he squirms an arm out of the blanket cocoon to tap his chin the way he’s seen Saha do over a tough maths problem. 

“Okay.But only for a little. And then I want them again, amma. Please and thank you.”

Amma softens at his switch. She pecks him on the forehead and agrees to his demand, but only because she knows Benji better than himself at that point.

The biscuits go forgotten for weeks. Benji doesn’t think of them again until he bumps into the fridge roughhousing with Maran and the jar comes clattering to the floor. It shatters. They will, when soon confronted, pin the jagged chunk in his mother’s kitchen floor on the other.

*

When Benji’s grown, many lessons and sayings from childhood lose their magic. Their power. He supposes that’s the melancholic nature of growing up, really. The grandeur seeps from everything and it’s never so easy as bringing it back by shattering the cookie jar.

Out of sight, out of mind. It’s one of those things that loses its hold. Or muddies itself, rather, in the complexities of an adult conscious. Benji forgets things if they’re under or behind or within. But only bits and bobs like the remote, or a hair tie, or a document he purposefully tucks somewhere separate from the others, somewhere  so unique he’llnever forget its hiding spot (he does, always).

But some things are never out of mind. When they’re not in front of him, they’re there more, actually. Always, at best, swimming about the back of his skull — at worst, stuck to the interior of his forehead like a nasty post-it.

When Xavier first tells him about wanting to find employment, it slaps into his head before they’ve even ironed out the details. Or, in the case of a former mercenary, sorted the necessary forged documents. 

The note would read: Xavier’s gone. Out of sight. Xavier’s gone. What if — what if — what if. Never, never out of mind.  

And really, it shouldn’t be so hard, should it? After all, they’ve spent so much time apart — more, Benji thinks, than they have together. Although it’s been nearly two months. A fantastic two months; too much carry-out, not enough leaving the house. Tangled up or at the very least close, learning things about one another that have gone unsaid. Not even just sex, though certainly plenty of it — they learn each other, and Benji learns a bit of himself too. 

A job would be good for him. A job would help stifle a bit of the guilt, the burgeoning energy of burden that somehow hangs around his freckled shoulders. That makes him push another chore, do another task, seek Benji’s approval. Benji tries to tell him it’s enough. That his presence and safety is all that matters; he could do nothing but lounge around and it would carry Benji another fifty years of happiness, easily. 

And yet, for all his endearing layaboutness, that nasty history trails just as heavy as the taken care of guilt. Orders and tasks and approval and validation and one after the other, the serotonin of a job well done, of a pat on the shoulder, of  a finish line —

Benji gets it. He does. But it’s hard to swallow the sickness when Xavier out of his sight has always meant Xavier in the sights of someone else. It’s difficult thing to separate aside the safety of this shared idyllic existence, which feels most days like a dream. 

Benji is always sort of waiting to wake up.

*

 The first few weeks of Xavier’s new job, Benji gets more done in the house than he had spread over all his leaves combined. He’s hesitant to admit he overdoes it, although he does; hesitant to admit that he’s lonely, although he is — even though Xavier starts off part time, the absence aches. Benji felt silly for it, but each time Xavier loped down the porch steps (despite how thoroughly kissed) the fear crept up each brick in his place. He was reminded, each time Xavier rounded the bush at the end of the drive in that awful, loud truck, of how often he would disappear around the edge of a building, over the horizon, out of a room. Dressed in a different uniform, with a different glint to his eye, a different destination. Always away from Benji. Further and further out of reach.

It could be the last time hung over his head jus as loud and obtrusive as it always had — Benji had been real fucking disappointed to find that fear lingered. Although it was more mundane now, it didn’t shake him any less. The threat of allied bullets punching into him felt eons away, but the mad compulsive terror was just as close: What if he got in a crash? What if they’ve found him? What if he gets crushed in some freak fucking accident that a mechanic gets in, I dunno, an engine falls on him, a tire pops —

Sometimes it brings him down the path towards the driver’s side door, tossing himself halfway in just for another kiss. Another. Just in case. Another. 

Out of sight, always in mind.

Another. Another. Another, another.

Until, breathlessly: “I can just call in sick.”

Every time, Benji snorts and pushes his face fondly away and shakes his head — although he wants to say yes. Wants to ask if they can return to those filthy, soft, first few weeks; too much take out, never leaving. In sight.

It wouldn’t be good for Xavier. He wants to only ever do what’s good for Xavier, from now on. 

“G’wed, you loon,” he says instead, waiting for the jar to shatter, waiting for the dream to end.

*

Benji does what he always has with that twisting, anxious energy. He shoves it down into something compact and useable. He rents a machine to repave the back patio. He watches two videos on reshingling a roof and then does it — proper expert work, no leaks. He cleans and buffs and stains the pretty wood floor in the sitting room, finds a comfortable chair big enough to fit someone, say, nearly a foot taller. 

It starts to feel more and more like a finished home, instead of a distracting project. He has something to work towards instead of something to keep him busy, something to return to. Something too pragmatic to off himself and leave unfinished. 

Still, he spends nearly every spare moment he’s got to himself fearing the day — convinced it’s inevitable —  he’ll once again be the sole occupant. What else is there in a life that has felt, in so many ways, like its fingers were parted just enough for control to slip through the gaps?

*

Saha comes around for tea, oohing and aahing meanly about how clean the foyer is. 

“Not a single spider or mud track.” She acknowledges, nasty little smirk on her mouth. “You pay him fair, right? I like that one.”

“Fuck off,” Benji mutters. His cheeks flush for a reason he can’t quite place. Although the coat rack has one rung free because Xavier’s up early for his shift, Benji tosses it over the back of the couch.

She doesn’t — fuck off, that is. He’s glad for it. She deserve to. She really should. Saha has been much too patient with him. Much too kind. Five years and minimal communication would be more than enough reason to be a bit cold. They’d grown up with enough years between them even before he’d gone off to play at soldiering that he couldn’t blame any tinge of stranger that infected their relationship. 

Yet Saha is all sister as she sits at his kitchen table and lets him whine about his worries, albeit censored of the (goryconfidentialshameful) specific details. She still hasn’t a clue the nature of his work, aside the normal enlisted activities.  And frankly he’d like to keep it that way. The urge to tell her the truth was strong; the urge to keep at least a shred of his humanity in her eyes, stronger. 

“Well, you’ve really not talked to anybody about it.” 

“Sell yourself short.” Benji deflects, brow pulling inwards as he takes a sip of tea. 

Saha scoffs, eyes rolling up to the ceiling — there’s no longer a hole there, or a mottled bit of moisture damage. He’d gotten to those spots the previous week, although getting up the ladder and tilting at that angle to work had been a bastard to his side.

“M’not talking about me you fucking bellend.” Saha admonishes. He smiles; he loves when her accent returns. The longer she’s back in town, the more she’s around the old haunts, more it twists familiar. “Saying, y’know, proper professional like.”

“I did my discharge interviews?” Benji mutters. He’d really been hoping the conversation wouldn’t turn this way. “Got cleared.”

“That’s not — Sure, yeah. I’m sure they’re real thorough about taking care of you lot once you’re done sellin’ it for whatever — listen, Benj. Circling a bunch of boxes saying no, I don’t want to kill myself or, like, no, I’ve not thought of committing acts of violence isn’t really taking care of yourself.”

“I got cleared —“

“You were sixteen, Benji.”

His head snaps up at the rough, wet tone of her voice. 

Saha leans half over the table, one slender brown arm reaching across the distance — and yet still out of his space, fingers extended but curling as if pressed against a barrier. Her big eyes are shiny with tears that only spill once she blinks. An image of their mother crying the same way snaps across his thoughts like a lightning strike.

“I’m not trying to assume anything. And I’m sorry if this is like, helicopter behavior. You were sixteen. You’re sitting here telling me you worry about — about some fuckin’ mad stuff, Benji, alright? It’s…I don’t want to say it’s abnormal. It’s not, all things considering. I’m sure you’ve been through it. But.” 

That word lingers between them, hanging tinny and thin. When it drops off, only the silence remains. It’s awkward but not unmanageable — or wouldn’t be, if Saha’s tears weren’t dripping audibly onto the table.

Benji stands and rounds to to her, scooping her up in as tight a hug as he dares. She smells familiar, and he has a sudden burst of memories — fuzzy ones, from when he was young young. Hair oil frying under a straightener in the morning, way too much cheap perfume borrowed from one of her school friends, the powder detergent of their shared childhood. He slumps a little and fights not to go to his knees. 

“I’ll look into it,” Benji promises. When she sniffles, he rubs his nose into her shoulder and tries not to cry, too. “Let’s go see something, yeah? Enough sad. There’s this shit fucking romcom out. Bets on if the theater off Kensington still has that nasty gloryhole in the bathroom?“

Saha sniffles again, but this time it’s accompanied by a wet, disgusted laugh. She cups the back of his head and ruffles his hair, then pushes away to glare down at him. 

“You are so fuckin’ nasty. He should break up with you.” Then her grin widens. “Also, definitely. You’re gonna owe me a fiver.” 

*

The next day, Benji pauses his drywall duties in the guest room to meander down to the fridge and scrounge for a snack. He scowls when he realizes that Xavier’s forgotten his packed lunch, then he blushes because of the whole scenario — Benji had cooked it for him, packed it for him, liked to send him off with food because he still was so willowy and some extra would do him good. 

It’s so domestic that he stands there, bludgeoned and silent. The fear starts to creep in: how long have we got this for? How long until something goe belly-up? How long, how long?

And why him, of all people? Of all the stupid fucking twats to be at either end of a rifle has Benji made it out on the other side. Back to normal life, where the air smelled like a candle Saha insisted on leaving with him and wood shavings and crisp fall air from the open windows. Why him, and surely not any of his own merit, and why —

Sixteen.

Benji shuts his eyes and takes a deep, slow breath. Then he snatches the lunchbox from the shelf, his keys from the hooks Xavier had insisted he put up near the front door, and heads for the car.

*

It’s a tiny place. Not in quite as old a building as their house, but the sun-faded brick certainly stands out among some of the newer buildings in the city. Wedged on the unkept end of a winding hilltop street that refuses the deep-pocketed developers, the mechanic and its flank of rusted parts and wrecks behind chainlink is an eyesore. To patrons of the nearby vegan bakery and residents of its neighboring luxury flats, its nothing but ugly. To the working class people of the neighborhood who don’t want to be scammed over premium oil, it’s a necessity and word-of-mouth hero. And despite the vines that crawl up the east wall, the hedge that really ought to be trimmed soon, it’s really not all that ugly. A well-kept place, considering.

Benji pauses beneath its big acrylic sign (not crisp LED faux-neon, but charmingly yellowed and outdated font). Family owned! is plastered in neat black script beneath the name of the business. That bit is true and not just for marketing. He’d gone to secondary with the owner’s daughter, although they hadn’t known each other well at all. The building had been standing there for as long as he could remember.

Some things about the place are new. In particular, the blinking open sign hung in the front window. Beneath it, a notebook paper has been messily torn. Updated hours have been scrawled in very familiar handwriting, and an absolutely shit doodle of a dog leaning out the driver’s side door (left, wrong side, the American side). It makes him huff, quiet and fond).

Noon crawls syrup-thick and orange in a lazy Friday lunchtime, but Benji isn’t expecting the shop to be quite so…absolutely empty. The front garages have been shuttered, but the fluorescent light above the reception counter is on. Benji ignores the little bell that sits near a fake potted plant: he knows from experience that it’s broken, anyway. Someone had nearly started a fight with some dickhead customer that had kept slapping it, and pried the striker from inside. 

That same someone, Benji suspects, is likely the source of the thump thump thump bass-heavy music that floats from behind the half-wall separating the workspace and waiting area. He fights a smile, because he’s imagining the reaction his sudden appearance is about to earn. 

Oh well, no way around it, bastard shouldn’t have his music up so high if he’s not looking to get surprised. 

It makes him pause. A full-body, anxious sort of stiffening. Every muscle locks up and Benji braces himself against the wall.

He imagines a different scenario. Of stomping his feet much louder than necessary, of waving an arm around a corner; of a different time, and place, and sometimes, it feels, like they’re the awful, bitter remnants of a different person altogether.

He swallows hard and lifts his free hand to his side, cupping the wound that still bothers him if he moves too quick, exercises too hard, twists a certain way. He squeezes. Feels his fingers indent to the strange, soft-tough scar tissue. It’s the strangest sensation. The nerves underneath have largely died, but his body still, still, still tries to solve them. Something reconnects in a funny enough way that makes it ache. If he presses hard enough, he gets a twinge down by his hip, like an itch under the skin: that strange reconnection of wiring that didn’t quite fail, just got confused. 

The sensation is enough to bring him out of the not-quite memory. Crumbling concrete and distant cracks fade away, the throb of bass returns and his surroundings refresh. He shakes his head and straightens and hope he doesn’t look half as sweaty and pale as the brief clutch of that fear has made him feel.

The bit of comfort that carries him forward is the knowledge that he doesn’t need to lift his feet higher, bring his boots down harder. It isn’t dangerous to startle Xavier, anymore. 

It’s just fun.

*

He pauses next to the cheap Bluetooth speaker, head tilted as he tries to place the lyrics. 

“That Portuguese?”

There’s a yelp, a loud metallic clank, and then a painful sounding thump of flesh on something hard. All three noises echo, to varying degrees, in the closed garage.

“Jesus—!” Xavier shrieks. Then, “Fuck!”. Then, finally: “Owww.”

Benji sucks his teeth apologetically, hands leaving the pockets of his jacket as he rounds the disemboweled car. It’s shiny red front panel is propped open, obscuring Xavier as he leans over its contents.

He’s pouting adorably. The expression hasn’t yet washed all the lingering startle from his face, and the combination of his jutting lip and upturned brow pull a softer, more sincere noise from Benji as he approaches. As he does, he’s nearly bludgeoned; Xavier’s pout morphs slowly into a smile.

“Oh, you look hot.” He rubs at the crown of his head, smudging something dark into the roots. He doesn’t seem to care. “Okay. Forgiven.”

“Boss in?”

Xavier’s lip quirks attractively naughty. “Maybeeee,” he drawls. “Why?”

Benji chuckles and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling with enough force that Xavier bends low. He ignores the smell of oil mixing with shampoo; its Xavier’s usual scent. The sore spot on his skull receives a soft, careful kiss. 

“Hope you survive that one.” He teases. “Not a mortal wound, yeah?” 

Xavier straightens back up, aiming that grin down his nose at Benji properly now. “I don’t know. Think I should get a second opinion. From like, —“

Benji groans, shoving back with an eye roll. Xavier stumbles comically just to earn a laugh at the tail end of it, and is successful. 

“Awh, mate, fuckin’ drop it already.”

“Haha, but I need head treatment.” Xavier waggles his eyebrows, sets aside the tool in his hand in favor of creeping closer with raised hands and greedy, flexing fingers. “Get it?”

“I brought you food, and you fuckin’ repay me like this? Steal five years off my life with an awful bit—“

“You brought food?” Xavier perks up. All that lurid, nasty charm filters innocent. Sweet. It’s one of Benji’s favorite looks on him. They’d both been too used to fear. Too accustomed to making the other’s terror and anxiety a third bedfellow. Sweet and excited is how he ought to be. All of the time. 

Benji holds up the canvas tote dangling from his other hand, tucked hidden behind his back. 

“Forgot your bag on the table again,” he explains as well as he can, attacked by thankful kisses all over his face. “Leftovers anyway. And I ended up not goin’ in because they were — well, doesn’t matter. Not having you go a day on an empty stomach and then come back and clear our fuckin’ cupboards out.”

Our.

They both pause at that. Benji’s face is warm from the attention and the admission, the simple domesticity of the task he’d left the house for (bringing lunch felt so normal, so out of reach and now right here, just for them). Except when the pause lingers, companioned to the stare they pin each other with, his cheeks go properly hot.

Our. 

He can’t quite remember when that first slip happened. With each day that passed, each day that they woke up together, existed in the same space without the heavy threat of unpredictable violence — Xavier has started to feel less like a figment of his imagination or an impossibility. His jacket on the coatrack, rain-wet work boots at the door, shirts tucked neatly in a dresser that had been just Benji’s for so long.

“Well?”

Xavier’s eyelids flutter. His gaze snaps down and then back up, before his own shyness ebbs a bit. Enough for him to smile, almost-normal.

“You made me food.” He says. A pale hand touches to Benji’s forearm, drifts up to squeeze his shoulder. “That’s so—”

“Is it Portuguese?” Benji blurts.

“It’s…you —“ Xavier shakes his head. Benji watches the tickle of sweat-slick curls stick to his temple. He becomes even more aware, if he hadn’t been too aware already, of how close they stand. That Xavier’s maddeningly adorable jumpsuit has been unzipped and peeled from his chest and tied around his waist, that the white undershirt beneath is a little translucent with sweat, that his defined arms are bare. 

Benji wets his lips. He feels that cold shiver of excitement race up his shoulders.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Brazilian? Matilda sent me the album to listen to.”

And sure, he’s fond of her, from what little he knows. Did Xavier more than a few solids to get him out. But frankly, he really couldn’t really give less of a shit about the source. Not now. They’ve stood too close for too long, and the four hours apart feel boiling when he considers the sudden drop of heat into his stomach. 

Four whole hours? How’d we ever do more? 

“You off at the normal time?”

Xavier’s smile widens and he tucks his chin to better level their faces towards one another. “Why? You bring me lunch and make date plans?” His hand squeezes again before slipping around the back of Benji’s neck and winding into his hair gently. “People are going to think you like me or something, dude. Careful.”

Benji regards him for a moment before slowly reaching back and taking his wrist. He’s slow about lifting that big palm to his face; holds lidded eye contact while his jaw drops and he laves a wet streak from the thrumming pulse at the base of Xavier’s thumb up to the tip of his middle finger. It’s his clean hand, but there’s something still vaguely metallic to the regular taste of skin. Sort of gross, sort of hot. They’re close; he feels Xavier twitch against his thigh.

“Close up fast.” Benji recommends, enjoying the dizzy look of astonishment plastered across that handsome face. Without Benji’s grip around his wrist, Xavier’s hand falls, leaden, back to his side. Halfway back towards the front door, he tosses another grin over his shoulder. 

“Extra bread in there for you, handsome.”

He’s got the song blaring from that speaker stuck in his head the rest of the afternoon.

*

When six finally rolls around, Benji lingers at the front of the house so he can better hear the under-tire crunch of gravel. There’s faint, congenial shouting; he often gets a ride from his boss, who must have been out for lunch of his own when Benji swung by. 

Loping footsteps approaching the door make him feel shy from their eagerness. He doesn’t want to seem too desperate in comparison, waiting by the door. He retreats into the living room once those steps draw closer, sitting awkwardly on the sofa. 

There’s the sound of a key in the lock. Another thing he orchestrated and will, under interrogation, pretend not to know anything about. If he likes the reminder of that metal in Xavier’s pocket, so what?

“Holy shit.” Xavier exclaims, his loud, excited sing-song echoing all the way down the hall. It makes Benji grin. “You outdid yourself.”

Xavier crosses to him in half as many steps as  it usually takes him; Benji even double that. Big hands close around his wrists and then he’s tugged upright, stumbling with the force of the pull into Xavier’s chest. They bump together and laugh. Benji presses his cheek over his warm sternum, eyes fluttering closed. He must be smiling like a proper fucking idiot, now. It stretches so much his cheeks start to hurt. So does his chest.

“Yeah?” 

He isn’t sure why his voice sounds that small. That quiet. That, I missed you so fucking much, but we just saw each other. 

Xavier launches into a riveting,raving, Hell’s Kitchen-esque review of the meal. Naan, of course, ranking as high as it could possibly go.

When Benji opens his eyes, he’s looking out the patio doors across the dusk-golden pond. Sunlight ripples at its softly lapping edges. And the two of them are there, in the glass reflection of the door, arms around each other. Benji doesn’t like how the cross of molding across the door cuts them in quarters, and feels immediately insane for that thought. 

He swallows the shame of that desire and tilts his head to look up at Xavier instead, intending on interrupting the detailed food review. He doesn’t need to, after all. Their gazes touch softly together; Xavier’s mouth falls silently open. 

“Xavier?” 

“Uh — yeah.” 

Benji grins, and one of the arms wound around his waist travels up a spine that flexes beneath the touch. 

“Gotta clean up a bit. Messy project today, tile n’sealer n’shit.”

“Right.” 

Benji grins, his eyes lidding at the soft, eagerly hypnotized tone. “Go shower for me?”

Xavier blinks down at him slowly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbone — which goes immediately, beautifully red. “A-Ah. Okay. Yeah. Sure.”  

*

Benji tucks his nose against a slick jaw, mouth open against the pale column of Xavier’s throat as they both pant. He has got two long legs hitched over his elbows, the muscles tense with how close he is. How close they both are, really. It’d been frantic and messy to begin, but they’ve slowed substantially. Xavier’s needy, gorgeous noises have gone softer and longer; they leave him in low, pulling notes rather than the usual short gasps or punchy hiccups of sound. Yanked out of him by steady thrusts meant to drag everything out — so what if Benji does it purposefully? They feel so good connected like this  that Benji has to squeeze his eyes shut at the beginning, usually. Otherwise. Otherwise. 

“Fuckin’ love you,” Benji groans. 

“I’m gonna —“ Xavier whines in response, breaths thick against his cheek. 

It makes Benji laugh throatily, the noise tucked into sweat-slick skin. He slows even more until the pace is almost paused entirely. Until there’s no more proper thrusting, drives of his hips forward, but little rocking cants of motion. The denial makes Xavier dig nails into his biceps, and that in turn makes Benji moan. 

He muffles the noise against Xavier’s jaw, his tongue brushing along a raised portion of skin. He knows that spot. He sees it every time he pictures Xavier, often of course. It’s a part of him, just as lovely to the whole package as bright eyes or a mischievous smile. It’s apart of him, because it’s a scar, because someone took a knife to Xavier at some point and broke him open and he bled and had to heal and that bit is there forever because all of it is inescapable, is permanent, is —

A dream. Too good to last. The dream can end. It will end. Out of sight. 

Benji freezes. He goes — well. Out of mind.  He isn’t quite sure where he goes, actually. All he has the sensation of is the strange, heavy return. 

*

He settles back into himself slowly. He’s still naked. He’s sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, some ugly piece from the charity shop he’s been meaning to fix up. He’s shivering, toes numb but fingers warm —he’s holding a cup of tea. Herbal, from the smell. It’s late. Xavier probably doesn’t want him to drink caffeine. 

Xavier.

Benji lifts his chin towards the bed, that awareness so bone-deep and interlinked in his marrow that he doesn’t even have to guess at where Xavier is in the room. He knows. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, one knee bouncing at the other propping an elbow which in turn props a chin. Xavier is rarely vacant — but this expression is close to it. His brow isn’t worriedly pinched, but slack. Mouth in a neutral line, eyes glossy and unfocused to a spot on the floor.

When Benji makes a soft noise, he jumps. And then he’s across the room, knees knocking in a painful sounding thump as he goes to the ground in front of the chair. Warm palms smooth up Benji’s side and then immediately retreat, snatched into his chest with guilt that makes Benji’s own feel tight and sad and wrong. 

Please, he thinks. Or maybe says, because the touch return. It spreads over his knees and thighs, coasts up his chest to hover above his heart and then press. 

When Xavier tugs him — carries, really — back to the bed and tucks them both into a safe, tight cocoon of blankets, is when the tears come. He tries to apologize but the sentiment is angrily kissed from his mouth, hands buried in his hair to take that oiliness from him. No need, the touches over his face insist, no need, I get it, I get you, I have you, I’m here.

He dreams of wading into the pond and slicing his heel open on a familiar ceramic shard, interlaced with dated pink vines and yellow flowers. He dreams of warm hands touching his face while more wrap gauze around the wet, broken skin. He dreams of being carried into the house, up the stairs of a patio unfinished in the waking world. 

The dream ends.

*

Xavier laughs hesitantly and holds Benji a careful distance away with hands flat to his chest. His fingers twitch a little, gently indenting flesh like they can’t help but make that greedy connection. 

“Hold on— oh, wait, yeah — yeah, keep going.“

Benji presses his face into Xavier’s neck, tongue darting across the beautiful silvery line that drags across a freckled jaw. It doesn’t taste like anything but skin and sweat. It doesn’t taste of blood or gunpowder. 

“If anything happens to you I’ll go mental.”Benji admits, pawing at pale thighs to bring them around his hips. Morning after, his soul touching the interior of his chest again, that post-it ripped from his brain and crumpled and tossed in the corner. Only way to get it out is pull it into the now, read aloud what’s scrawled across the sick neon yellow.

“I’m so fuckin’ terrified of losing this.” Benji continues, pushing frantically at both of their sweats. He traces a thumb over a raised hipbone, drags that up until Xavier squeaks and softly giggles at the touch. 

Benji’s eyes snap up to his face at the same time his hand wraps around Xavier’s half-hard cock. “Not like, just this, but —“  

Xavier gasps his name in a voice morning-rough, with chord of need that anchors Benji in the moment. His fingers toy and wind through curls, tugging with a reverent touch. Its entirely without insistence; patient and petting, waiting, allowing Benji to move in comfort.

They try again and are, judging from the litany of noises filtering into the morning air, largely successful. He’s a bit more frantic than the snail’s pace of the previous night, but no less greedy. He hooks an arm around Xavier’s shoulders and lifts their torsos together, hot and tight and tacky. Each time green eyes flutter shut, Benji stops. Touches fingers to his cheek, a bunched eyebrow, part lips. He forces Xavier to open them, watches the green swim prettily to find his own. 

For the duration (rather quick, frankly, but he refuses to feel shame about it because fuck is it good), Xavier is forced into heated eye contact. Benji graces him a few kisses, particularly when the tears spring up and those noises become properly desperate. Otherwise, their eyes lock together. Benji makes sure of it. He’s scared of what will replace Xavier in his mind if he breaks that.

He watches even after Xavier arches and cries out and writhes, pretty in the sunlight, to fall limp into their messy bed. 

Our. Benji thinks. He watches the path of his hand as it strokes up a slightly fuzzy thigh, over a heaving stomach. 

“We— we should probably talk about that.” Xavier pants, lifting the arm over his eyes to find Benji. 

Benji nods, fingers curling over his chin. He looks at that thin scar, looks at the others trailing over glistening shoulders and a panting chest. He nods again, then fits his palm to Xavier’s cheek and leans down for a slow kiss that lacks all of their usual messiness. He hopes none of the fear seeps in; he thinks Xavier sees it, anyway.

When they part, Benji touches fingers to his mouth. His nose is pink from the kissing, from his own flush — lips from the rough friction of facial hair. Looking at Xavier, laying sated beneath him in a mess of their sheets on their bed in their home, has Benji swallowing a thickness in his throat.

“Breakfast?”

Xavier smiles, and pulls him down for another kiss. Another, another, another.

#writing #core au #bp x xw

[stinkyhyena9000]

Screw it, I'm forcing you all to listen to my video ideas. And by forcing you to listen, I mean allowing you to read at your own leisure. Please note that everything audio-wise and more will be spoiled.

So, the Mike music video was actually an idea from a very long time back, and only just thought of again due to a friend of mine *ahemhem* and yeah. Mike is a super funny guy, and I got the idea from this one edit for a game I can't seem to remember. It looks Sega-y idk. Anyways, the song used will be this the B52's cover of Bad Guy - Billie Eilish [ x ]. A silly song for a silly man.

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh -------------------------------

The Ash music video is based around my transfem headcanon of her, which is based off this one scene in Sing 1, where after auditions, Buster asks "which one is the girl" when trying to recruit Ash. I interpreted it as her struggling to pass. Yes, Lance does know shes trans and supports her. He's just a total douchebag. He's a dickbag, not a transphobe asdusahdsau. Anyways, the song being used will be Transgender Dysphoria Blues - Against Me! [ x ]. A song whose still I think fits her very finely.

Your tells are so obvious Shoulders too broad for a girl Keeps you reminded Helps you to remember where you come from

You want them to notice The ragged ends of your summer dress You want them to see you Like they see every other girl They just see a faggot They hold their breath not to catch the sick

Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone -------------------------------

The Marcus music video was an idea I got indirectly from a friend of mine, and will focus on the troubled relationship between Johnny and Marcus in Sing 1. The song would be Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives [ x ] In this context, the song details how he has always loved his son, even if there is a lot of trouble between the two of them.

On the broken backs of all the words we spared Like little soldiers in the trenches It was a march we made towards ruin and despair But we held hands all the while

I swear that I loved you I swear that I loved you I swear that I loved you I swear, I swear

Personally I think the next following set of lyrics fit more closely to the story here, but I wouldn't be able to make it outside of an AMV in my head.

(Btw the AMV in my head is Marcus returning to jail, and getting letters from Johnny while in prison)

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Buster dance comp is kinda self explanatory. Someone did request me to do it alongside the hop comp, but I opted not too due to the large ratio between dances and hops

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Okay so like, the Noodlemoon meme vid is basically me trying to take a crack at this one TikTok animation meme but without animating? I don't know how well it would go, but it's too cute not to give it a try! Here's an example of one of the meme! [ x ]. In here, Knuckles would be Buster, and Sonic would be Eddie.

Buster: I'm going to confess to you at the reopening! Eddie: Eh?! Buster: Will you be free after lunch? Eddie: Hm! (Yes) Buster: So be prepared! Eddie: Okay Buster: Why is your face all red? Eddie: Because you basically confessed Buster: Forget what I said

#mysing

[ccaptain]

determinator verse kaeya, but he makes the lives of the mondstadtians a living HELL by being strict and ceasing to tolerate their lax and gross behaviors once they're evacuated to khaenri'ah and their city is restored down there. how does he know that they're still trying to act gross? because he has informants everywhere, in every place!

- one of his men inform him that diona is being brought near-tears by drunkens trying to pull at her cat bits? kaeya shows up in less than ten minutes, PERSONALLY. asks the poor fucking child who has molested her, and he grabs those she pointed at and pours their entire drink on them before kicking them out, dragging them by the scruff as they protest. margaret tries to protest too and he almost includes her in the people piling out of the cat's tail. kaeya holds the baby cat child until she calms down, pours her some juice and sends her home. then calmly warns margaret that if she lets this behavior happen again at the expenses of diona, no matter how funny she finds it and how many customers it draws in, then he can and WILL ban alcohol from this sector of khaenri'ah with a chilling smile. diona is never harassed again after this, as his informants report after :) but just in case he escorts diona home on most days, too!

- confuses the people hating eula by detaching her from the lawrence clan. good luck picking on her as freely as yall were doing before when she gets another last name, or none at all! she has atoned, and is no longer a lawrence, so what’s there to pick? he also allows her to challenge people to a duel if they offend her, because she has endured not being able to retaliate enough. when the mondstadtians she sends to eat some dust after they challenge her go to protest, kaeya simply smiles at them so serenely, and tells them that they had their fun making her life hell for a last name she wanted to part away from so badly, they had their freedom. now eula 'last name' gets to have hers with those who disrespect her. ''you had refused to sell food not to a member of the lawrence clan, as you all liked to justify it to ease yourselves,'' he tells them, voice of steel, ''but to a young woman desperate to find an home to belong to. you claim of her so little, but the prespect of a duel to even things out frightens you? what vile beings you are. do you choose to sew your mouths shut, or would you prefer to atone for your sins in our prisons? slander without justification is a crime, here.'' that shuts them up so quickly? and nobody bothers her again. those who do it behind her back are swiftly silenced by kaeya's informants. not only that, eula can get moved to another section of khaenri'ah (the liyue section, the inazuma section, etc.) to pick a new life where nobody knows her! she gets to make friends without judgement, build a new life and simply EXIST without being shunned for literally everything she does! and since she's a friend of prince kaeya that comes to visit her often she gets treated with reverence and amicability from the citizens. eula happy ending... finally, what i had been craving. this is projection. i will project forever

- barbara is free to perform! free to sing and dance! the first time albert tries to follow her, he's apprehended IMMEDIATELY by khaenri'ahn guards who demand to know what he was doing following such a young lady. he tries to justify himself and gets thrown into jail. for THREE MONTHS STRAIGHT. when he's pushed out, he's encouraged not to pursue this behavior again. he does it anyway and this time he's stopped by kaeya himself, aquila favonia in hand. barbara sees only kaeya and she waves at him, and he waves right back at her, covering the silouetthe of albert with his body. after that day, simply put, albert is never seen again and not missed. if he has been thrown again into a cell, forcibly moved section or simply disposed of, it's not clear: but barbara has a much easier life since the most obsessed of her fanclub's members seems to have given up. the rest of it gets the message and calms down considerably too while still supporting her! they're very calm when they approach her, and barbara is thankful for it because she needed a break! kaeya also seems to be always present when a crowd forms around her, simply saying hi. what a nice fellow he is, he hasn't changed much from childhood! he still cares and looks out for her! :) (of course she misses the chill going through the crowd each time he appears.)

#from another realm -- (ooc) #i love a good Mondstadt Slander Moment. me and my peers all hate mondstadt #Determinator at all costs -- (Abyss Soulmates V.) #long post ;; #if u hate mondstadt too: good read! it's satisfying to have justice #kaeya loves everyone and is a just person but....... he has extremely unhortodox methods and hates the mondstadtians. nuff said

[thisbetterbeavalibleorsohelpme]

hey i can tell the void about my ocs and their stories

and it won't care

i love the void

OK i can't draw and i will go into detail about what they look like you have been warned also they probably wont make sense as this is just a way to get them out of my brain to free up room for more things

tw: mentions of kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, sh, death, ptsd, control obsession just a mention, doesn't go into detail, jail, sorry if i didn't get them all

Galileo - Science experiment. Part air genasi, part mutant turtle. (to be fair, the creator wasn't insane. he just wanted to know what would happen if he mixed two species.) has "siblings" (as in other creatures from the creator) but isn't actively looking for them. spent the first 9 (nine) years of his life in a small village as the assistant of an entertainer. Knows how to dance, sing and play the pan flute. Was re-kidnapped at age 10 (ten) and spent five years trying to be free of the creator. finally was sent away by him to another dimension. found a mystic city full of yokais and other creatures. got a job as an entertainer/cook at a pizza restaurant. calls the owner tío and learned Spanish from him. 15 (fifteen) years old and became friends with four brothers and their older sister. saves the world from an alien species.

Not Good Things - has anxiety and ptsd. the creator was never nice. sh as a coping mechanism. adrenaline junkie. addicted to freedom. needs control over himself. extremely good at hiding feelings and suffering.

Good Things - optimistic, happy-go-lucky. able to read people like a good. intelligent in book smarts, street smarts and social smarts. creativity is like breathing to him. really sharped-minded and witty. jumps up & down, rocks side to side and flaps hands/fists when happy. knows english, spanish and sign language.

Random Things - Ravenclaw, INFJ, Autism & ADHD. Aroace.

Looks - Dark turquoise skin. cloud hair but usually has it all shaved off so he's bald (insecurities about the cloud) light blue freckles all over face. green eyes. doe pretty. white hair. when he gets scars, turns sky blue. five feet tall. muscular-slim build. has a "shell" that's more like a mix of bone and skin. (think softshell.) plastron & shell a really, really dark blue. so navy blue it's almost black. three fingers & toes. snout (where r his ears? we will never know.) never not wearing socks or shoes. wears either a black tank top or black long sleeve underneath a white t shirt. blue jeans. light blue checkered vans or nike high tops. carries a crossover leather bag. pan flute around neck. colourful bracelets. cyan cheeks (instead of rosy cheeks.) almost always smiling. eyes turn stormy when mad. has red stripes almost like scars on eyes, two yellow stripes from above mouth to collarbone.

Characteristics - can go into shell and does when scared. can hold breath for up to 1 hour. super fast swimmer. really likes fruits. chirps & chirrs when happy. can't walk by a mirror without checking and fixing appearance. messy, but insists it's organized chaos. calls everyone by a pet name. would rather die than wear a jacket. has terrible posture. carries around a comfort stuffed animal but never admits it. always late. constantly cracking knuckles. extremely clumsy. laughs at everything. even stuff he doesn't want to laugh at.

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Newton - Astral Elf. grew up poor. mother died because she couldn't afford the proper medicine for her sickness. now works to discover all natural remedies and gives them to those in need. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. suffered through jail. now knows how to be more careful. teen years on the street. now 30 (thirty) and working in a mystic city. charges rich people for medicine and negotiates to those who can't afford the full price. saves world from alien species.

Not Good Things - Always thinking like he'll never have enough, yet rations everything because he's always waiting for the next moment of poverty. ptsd from seeing his mother die.

Good Things - Only wears mismatched socks. really likes warm summer days. very confident. good at finances and persuasion. able to immediately tell when someone is lying. insanely good sense of smell and eyesight, observant. always wearing lots of layers in case a friend gets cold. solely writes in cursive writing. good with children. plays piano.

Random Things - Hufflepuff, ISTP, Demiboy.

Looks - Black hair. royal purple, black and royal blue skin. looks like a galaxy. hair down to elbows. has the Cygnus constellation on his back. six feet and one inch tall. pointy ears, as long as his hand. purple eyes. no pupils. (at least, not any you can see.) burn marks on hands and arms. shaky hands. wears a leather skirt with two slits for running/fighting. light brown baggy pants underneath. dark red baggy shirt with a hood, tucked in with leather arm wraps on forearms. light brown belt. sword holster.

Characteristics - walks really fast. always has a sodapop on hand. keeps on trying to make handshakes with people but forgets them. paints when stressed. never wears shoes without socks. doesn't wear patterned clothes. plant dad and names all his plants. never does any dares. pessimist. tsundere. refuses to drink anything with ice in it. cannot, for the life on him, pronounce "electrical." sneezes extremely loud. must be holding a cup in order to feel comfortable talking to strangers.

[novaiya]

Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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Jeju Island

Twice Jihyo x Male Reader

2487 words ; smut nsfw

A/N: this is my first piece so sorry if its kinda bad lol, but enjoy! also would love some feedback on it!

You sat and watched in awe while Twice finished their shoot for their latest comeback, Alcohol-Free. They were dancing outside at this resort on Jeju island with the sun setting in the background. As the sun set soon turned to night, the nice hot weather soon changed to a chilly sea-breeze night. The girls were dancing in dresses and short sleeve tops so you and the rest of the staff brought out blankets, padded jackets and hand warmers for them. Soon they finished and wrapped up. “Party time!!” Jeongyeon yelled with her fists in the air. “Woohoo wrap party at the beach everyone!” yelled Chaeyoung from behind.

The girls went to change and the staff quickly began cleaning up. While you were busy taking apart one of the tall light trees, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Jihyo walking back into the building, watching as her hips swung from side-to-side with every step. She looked back right as you were about to look away and ended up getting caught with those big sharp eyes of her. As you quickly looked away you thought you could see a little smirk appear on her face as she continued her way back in. You didn’t think anything of the smirk as you were heading to the beach with some other staff, but you couldn’t get that look in her eyes out of your head. Maybe she was just laughing at you because she caught you staring, or maybe she was mad? You shook it off and just wanted to let go and celebrate after a long week of shooting.

At the beach you were met with what was somewhat reminiscent of the Dance The Night Away set, there were a couple of tables and chairs set up, a table full of snacks, and an open bar that was not very “Alcohol-Free.” You head straight for the bar to get your hands on any type of drink to start the night. Music was playing and everyone was having a good time, the director made a small speech and Jihyo had a few words to say thanking everyone for their hard work. The girls were unlike many idols, they chatted, danced, ate and drank with their staff members, as if they’d been friends for years (which many of them were). You were somewhat new to the team and one of the youngest members, but you fit in well and were pretty likeable among most everyone on the team.

Later into the night you’d had a few drinks, made a fool of yourself on the dance floor after Momo drunkenly challenged you to a dance-off, and chatted with almost everyone there. At some point in the night you noticed Jihyo walking off along the beach. You grabbed a bottle of soju from the bar and jogged off to catch up to her. “Hey..!” you sheepishly said a few feet behind her, she kind of jumped out of surprise but soon relaxed when she realized it was you. “Hi y/n!” she said with a smile on her face. You both were now a ways away from the party. “I thought you might want some company walking out here” you said holding up the bottle. She laughed and said, “Actually, I’d love some company, I love this - walking along the beach at night, listening to the waves.” she stopped and looked off into the vast ocean that was lit up by the bright moon above.

“Wow, I don’t remember the last time I saw this many stars” you say, taking a swig of soju. You hand the bottle to Jihyo and watch as she elegantly takes a drink, you analyze almost every part of her involved in the action. From her arm bringing the bottle to her lips, her eyes slightly closing, and her neck and throat as she swallows the smooth liquor. “Wow” you accidentally say out loud. She looks over at you and smirks the same one as earlier. She’s wearing this white dress with a red flower in her hair, she looks absolutely stunning even in just the moonlight. You look up at the stars again, “A beautiful night with an even more beautiful girl, even the moon and stars think so,” you look back at her, “or else they wouldn’t be shining this bright for me to see you so well.” She giggles and playfully hits you on the shoulder, “Shut up, that’s just the soju talking.” “Maybe, maybe not” you say, taking a step closer to her. “You know, y/n, I always catch you staring at me, but for some reason you never catch me staring at you.” Jihyo says slyly while pointing her finger and poking your chest. “Now that’s the soju talking,” you reply sarcastically. “What I mean to say is that you make it too obvious, no one can know we’re together” she says. You sigh in response, “I know ‘it’s against the rules’” you say making air quotes and rolling your eyes, “but don’t like half of the members know?” “That doesn’t matter, I just don’t want the entire team and country and world knowing, at least not yet… for your sake anyways.” she looks down at her feet shyly and grabs the bottle from your hand again and takes another drink, a long one for that matter. You take the bottle back which is now about ⅓ of the way done and finish the rest. 

You look around to make sure no one’s around and say, “Jihyo you must be pretty worked up after this long week of shooting, it would be such a waste to come all this way to the island and not be able to get a moment of relaxing.” You take a step closer, put your hands on her waist, and pull her into you. She looks up at you, her eyes once filled with tipsy-ness and stress, now filled with love and lust. You lean in and kiss her while she wraps her arm around your neck and weaves her hands through your hair. The kiss soon becomes passionate as you run your tongue along her bottom lip begging for permission. She gladly allows and soon your tongues are battling, you take your hand and tilt her head to the side allowing you access to her neck, you move your mouth kissing along her jaw up to her ear and nibbling on her earlobe causing her to let out a gasp. You move your way kissing down her neck and quickly finding her sweet spot which earns you a moan directly into your ear. Much like her singing, Jihyo’s moans were almost melodic, smoothly entering your ear and casting a spell on you. Her hands begin to yank at the bottom of your shirt, you pull away from her to take it off and lay it flat on the sand, you suddenly pick her up, taking her by surprise and kiss her deeply. “Don’t worry no one will see us or hear us all the way out here, especially in the dark” you whisper into her ear then kissing it. She grabs a handful of your hair and crashes your lips back together as you lay her down onto your shirt on the sand. On top of her you dive back into her neck and kiss your way down her chest, licking and gently sucking every now and then. She moans as you grasp her breast with your hand needing it while the other hand holds you up. You slip off the straps of her dress to reveal her gorgeous tits, only taking a moment to admire them in the moonlight. Jihyo looks up at you, “Don’t just look at them, baby.” she says, raising an eyebrow. With that you dig in, taking her left nipple into your mouth and sucking gently while you knead and play with the other. “Ohh fuckk y/n, just like that” she moans while her fingernails dig into your shoulders. Once you’ve completely covered one nipple in spit, you switch, now massaging the left and sucking on the right.

You sit back up, “I want this to be about you, this is for you to enjoy and relax after all your hard work Jihyo” you tell her moving down her body. Next you pull up the bottom part of her dress to reveal her white lace panties, you could see a wet spot right in the center. You smile to yourself and pull them off of her. Jihyo looks down at you and smirks while she opens her legs for you to see her glistening pussy in the moonlight. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and dig in. You start by kissing your way down her inner thigh before reaching your desired destination. Her legs shudder in anticipation as you near her warmth and place a gentle kiss on it. You slowly lick up and down her slit earning a low moan from her and she grabs and tries to push your head into her wanting more. You quicken your pace, licking and sucking up all of her juices. Jihyo begins grinding her hips into your face and you find her clit and suck hard on it. You suck and circle your tongue around her swollen nub causing her to buck her hips as she digs her nails into your scalp. With how wet she is, you easily slip two fingers into her, “oh yessss y/n, that feels so good” she moans. You curl your fingers up and easily find her spot as you continue to lap up her wetness. As you continue to hit her spot she breathing hitches and you take the opportunity to take her clit back between your lips. “Y/n I- I’m gonna cum soon” She says breathily. You take a moment, still fingering her, to move back up right next to her ear and say in a low voice, “Cum for me, cum all over my mouth and fingers.” You quickly move back down to your position and start licking and sucking, as if on cue, you feel her pussy begin to pulsate around your fingers and juices start flowing out of her, “yes! Y/NNNN! I’m cumming!” she practically yells as she orgasms, her thighs clamp around your head almost suffocating you in her center. You slowly move your fingers in and out of her as she comes down and continue to lick and clean her up. Once she comes down she pulls you up for a deep kiss and knowing how much she loves it, you let her taste herself on your tongue. You both moan into eachothers mouths as she recovers from her high.

“Your turn baby,” she whispers into your ear as she flips the two of you, so now you’re on your back with her straddling you. She takes a moment to fully discard herself of her dress and to pull down your pants and underwear. She looks up at you while she takes your member out of its painfully restraining jail. Jihyo strokes your cock slowly a few times before licking up its entire length and swirling her tongue around the tip, gathering up all the precum on the center of her tongue. “I’ve missed this” she says after tasting and swallowing your precum. “Mmm fuck Jihyo” you moan letting your entire body relax and melt into the sand as she engulfs your cock into her warm mouth. She bobs her head up and down a few more times as she massages your balls, your hands find their way into her hair guiding her and meeting her mouth with your hips. Suddenly she takes you out of her mouth with a pop, you look down at her and she’s repositioning herself on top of you. You move your hands to her hips while she takes your cock and strokes it through her slit a few times before lining it up with her hole. Jihyo drops down onto your dick with ease and you both moan as your hips meet, you stay like that for a second, enjoying the feeling of the first entry, your entire cock surrounded by her wet, tight warmth. Jihyo starts slowly bouncing up and down, riding you with her hands holding her up on your thighs. You reach up and start massaging her tits, “fuck babe that feels good” she moans. After a few minutes she leans forward now so her hands are on your chest, you grip her hips and start thrusting into her. Your cock slips easily in and out of her slick hole, you start thrusting harder and faster and she gasps and moans into your ear. “You’re so tight baby, you feel so fucking good on my cock” you moan. “Harder y/n I’m gonna cum again soon” Jihyo moans.You take her arms and hold them behind her back and raise your hips to get a better angle, you thrust faster and harder into her and she throws her head back in pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum soon too” you tell her. “Inside baby, I want to keep your cum inside me so I can feel you all night when we go back to the party, I want your cum inside me so bad y/n” Jihyo says into your ear. You let go of her arms which find their way around your neck into your hair and you grab her ass. “Oh fuck! Right there! I’m cumming y/n!” Jihyo moans as she pulls your hair and bites into your shoulder to suppress her scream, her pussy pulsates violently around your cock and you can’t hold on any longer. A few more thrusts later and your vision becomes white, you moan her name as you fill her to the brim with your cum, painting her insides as her pussy continues to pulsate and milk you of your seed. Once you practically regain consciousness, you pull out of her and Jihyo manages to keep most of your load inside of her, what leaks out she catches with her hand and tastes, “Mmm yummy” she says sucking on her fingers. “Next time I want to taste the full load” she says smirking. “At least now we can say we’ve both relaxed from this trip.” you say pulling your pants back up. “We definitely need to come back here when I’m off” Jihyo responds putting her dress back on. She finds her discarded panties and puts them into your pocket before kissing you on the cheek and whispering, “For if you miss me later and want to return them. Thanks for helping me relax baby.” You put your shirt back on and kiss her, “I love you Jihyo.” “I love you too, Y/n” she says, taking your hand and walking back towards the party.

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Foreshadowing in the Fear Street Trilogy - A Masterlist

If I miss any, please feel free to add on to this post!

Note: There are instances of parallel scenes that I decided not to include. I think that could be an entire post of equal length all on its own.

Also, major spoilers below.

Fear Street: 1994

● When Heather is closing down the bookstore, she tries to close the gate and it gets stuck. Later, in FS: 1666, Ziggy tries to close this same gate and it gets stuck again.

● Ryan slashes at what we think is Heather in the Spencer’s (although the store is never explicitly called that,) but it turns out to be a blow up doll. Later in FS: 1994, Sam is seemingly attacked by the Nightwing Killer in the bathroom stall, but he actually hits a mannequin instead.

● Ryan attacks Heather in the bookstore, but she avoids getting stabbed because she’s holding a book in front of her stomach. Later, in FS: 1666, Deena creates body armor out of books, and this saves her from Nick Goode’s attempted stabbing.

● Shadyside’s team name is the Witches. Sunnyvale’s is the Devils. The entire conflict of the trilogy is between the “witch” Sarah Fier, and the Devil, as summoned by the Goode family.

● Simon is shown pulling a stash of pills (aka “the candy store”) out of the vent in the bathroom. Later on in FS: 1994, Sam uses this vent to crawl out of the bathroom and escape the Shadyside Killers.

● Simon talks about his brother overdosing and then being revived when the trio is hanging out in the bathroom. Later on in FS: 1994, the trio attempt to do the same thing with Sam.

● Also in the bathroom, Simon jokes that Deena might have “a little of the witch in her.” Later in FS: 1666, Deena actually “becomes” the witch when Sarah exacts her revenge against the Goode family through Deena.

● Deena is talking to Sam at the vigil about how everything always goes wrong in Shadyside, and she says to Sam, “if you’re lucky, you’re the one holding the knife.” Later on in FS: 1994, Sam is possessed by the Devil and stabs Deena.

● Kate drops off the kids she’s babysitting at “Mrs. Lane’s” house. Later in FS: 1978, we meet this neighbor as she was then - Nurse Lane, Ruby Lane’s mother, and Ziggy’s friend. Ziggy and Nurse Lane also get to reunite at the end of the series.

● Kate and Nurse Beddy refer to the drugs they sell under fruit codenames - one of them is “blueberries,” which Kate tells Josh is code for Vicodin. Vicodin is a powerful opioid. Later in FS: 1666, Lizzie, Hannah, and Sarah go to the widow to steal blue berries, which induce opioid-like effects in those that consume them.

● Deena offers Sam her sweater, and tells her, “If you get blood on it, I’ll kill you.” Sam gets slashed by the Shadyside Mall Killer, and gets blood on the sweater. Later on, Deena actually does kill Sam in order to stop the curse.

● In FS: 1994, when Sheriff Goode is talking to Martin, who is in jail for vandalism, he says what seems to be a joke, “Actually, these are my [spray cans.]” It turns out it wasn’t a joke at all, and Goode was responsible for all of the graffiti. 

● In the same scene, Martin says, “More like Sheriff motherfucking Evil!” in reference to Goode’s last name. At that point, we still believe Goode to be, well, a good guy, so it comes off as comic relief. But on rewatch, Martin’s prescience is quite chilling.

● Deena tells Sam that when it’s all over, she’s going to take her on a date, where they can eat cheeseburgers, make out, and listen to the Pixies. In FS: 1666, she and Sam do exactly that in the final scene of the trilogy.

● Josh helps Martin in FS: 1994 by passing him a paper clip so he can get out of his handcuffs. Martin slips him a business card, telling Josh, “I owe you one.” Later, in FS: 1666, the group goes to Martin to recruit him in killing Goode and stopping the curse. Martin goes from a comic relief cliche to a vital part of the team, thanks to his inner knowledge of the mall.

● Fun side detail - Martin lives on Fier Street. He was destined to be apart of this crew.

●  Sam and Deena are laying together at the end of FS: 1994, when it seems like things are going to be okay. The song that plays in the background has the lyrics, “Must be a devil between us.” Sam is literally possessed by the Devil at that moment in time.

Fear Street: 1978

● When Nick is running around trying to collect campers, he gets blood on his hands when he finds some of their bodies. Kurt sees him and asks, “Jesus man...did you do this??” As we know, Nick Goode actually did do it.

● During the Camp Nightwing massacre, Sunnyvalers never get killed. It’s all Shadysiders. Throughout the night, Sunnyvalers are seen leaving Shadysiders alone, only for the Shadysiders to be immediately killed by Thomas. In other words - the Devil was letting Sunnyvalers live while killing the Shadysiders.

● Nick says to Ziggy, “I know I’ve let a lot of people die tonight, but I’m not letting you die.” It seems like Nick is just taking responsibility as a counselor, but he’s actually lowkey admitting the truth to Ziggy. And, true to his word, he does not let Ziggy die that night! In what seems like an error and is actually foreshadowing, Nick is able to revive Ziggy with CPR, despite the fact that she has multiple stab wounds. We later find out this is because the Goode family gets whatever they want. Nick wanted Ziggy to survive, so she did.

● When Nick is attacked by the Nightwing Killer, he is left wounded, but the Killer never finishes the job. It should’ve been very, very easy for him to, but he leaves Nick and goes after Ziggy instead.

● The song playing when Nick revives Ziggy? “The Man Who Sold the World” - and Nick Goode and his family have been selling out the rest of the world for their own gain for centuries.

Fear Street: 1666

● Constance and some of the other children are playing a rhyming game in the town center. Pastor Miller is there, using a hook pick to clean some debris from a horse’s hoof. The children sing the rhyme, “Pastor Miller blind as a bat, tried to read the Bible and his eyes went splat!” The pastor playfully chases the children away with the hook pick. Chillingly, the pastor rips out all of the children’s eyes, as well as his own, with that exact same hook knife.

● Solomon comforts Sarah by telling her that one cannot summon the Devil by chance, that they have to extend their hand and make a choice. As we find out later in the film... he would know!

● Red moss appears throughout all three films in key locations. We find out in FS: 1666 that Hannah wore this moss in a crown during the full moon party, and that she eventually buries Sarah with it on her head.

● Sarah tells Hannah that when it’s all over, they would go somewhere they could dance the night away, and kiss in the daylight. The final scene of the film is Deena and Sam dancing, and kissing in the bright daylight. This date takes place where Sarah is buried, on top of the red moss.

I am certain I am missing a few, so please feel free to add onto this post!

#I really cannot believe how layered and well written this slasher series is #fear street #fear street spoilers #fear street 1994 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #it took me three days of repeated viewings but I think I got most of them #long post

[obwjam]

“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.” With Scott Lang please :)

“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes A THOUSAND TIMES YES

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Times were tough at the Lang residence. Scott wasn’t allowed to leave the house, his daughter was only allowed to visit on weekends, and worst of all, he worried about his future. How could an ex-con like him find work again? How could he possibly put behind everything he had been through in Germany? Often times, he sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, TV off, staring blankly at the wall.

Other times, he danced.

He wasn’t very good at it, but hey, who was watching? Scott would rev up his ever-growing 80s playlist, crank his speakers up to ten and let his arms flail and his legs go wild. For an hour and forty-six minutes, he would dance and sing and act out fight scenes he had choreographed in his head until he was just about ready to pass out.

Today was an especially stressful day. Cassie was sick and didn’t want to come, so for the first Saturday afternoon in a while, Scott was alone. There really wasn’t anything good on TV, and he had a nightmare the night before. If the good vibes wouldn’t come to him, he would make them himself.

He was maybe an hour into the playlist when he closed his eyes, spun around on one socked foot, struck a pose, and opened his eyes to the most confusing sight he had ever seen.

You were, in a word, fascinated with this human. For whatever reason, he never left the house anymore, which made borrowing close to impossible, but he was boisterous and goofy and just the right amount of weird. Eating cereal and crying at black and white Spanish movies at 10 p.m. was not normal human behavior, but it was normal for this one.

The dancing was especially entertaining. It was like a free show every day. The music was catchy and you had learned the words. Sometimes, you even danced with him. You discovered this crack in the old wood that allowed you to sit in its threshold and observe the human.

You were so caught up in the music that when Scott’s eyes landed on you, it took you a few seconds to realize what was going on.

Though Scott was staring right at you, he still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. A tiny person? In his house? He squinted — no, it wasn’t Hank or Hope. They didn’t appear to be wearing a suit, either. Just some makeshift clothing. Was this a new Avenger with shrinking powers, sent to spy on him? Was it the government?

For some reason, you weren’t very scared. Years of watching the human from afar told you that he was a very relaxed person. He wasn’t overly excitable and didn’t seem to have a malicious bone in his body. You certainly didn’t mean to be seen, but it also didn’t seem like the worst possible thing that could have happened. It almost felt inevitable.

Scott stared at you, mouth agape and a thousand thoughts swirling around his mind like a hurricane. He realized he was still stuck in a ridiculous pose, so he put his arms back to his side and straightened himself. He should have figured there were real-life tiny people. Why else would Hank want to build shrinking technology?

You were staring back, mouth also agape and equally fascinated by what was in front of you. But Scott didn’t think you’d break the ice, so it was up to him.

“Um... hi,” Scott said, awkwardly giving a small wave. “What are you doing in my house?”

You tilted your head. For a human, he didn’t seem to be very surprised at what he was seeing. You lifted your arm and grabbed onto the wood for support as you spoke up. “Uh... I live here.”

“You live here? Last time I checked, I live here. Oh, no, they didn’t take my house away, did they?”

“What?” you blurted. “Who’s they?”

“Woo didn’t send you here, did he?”

“Woo? Woo who?”

“Jeez, you don’t need to act so excited about it.”

“Hold up!” you yelled, throwing your hands up. Scott pressed his lips together. “What... what are you talking about?”

“You’re government, aren’t you? Here to keep tabs on me, make sure I’m not breaking the Accords?”

“Government?” You blinked in disbelief. “You think I work for the government?”

“Well...” Scott started to attempt an explanation, but couldn’t really find one. “Why else would you be here?”

“I told you. I live here.”

“...so you’re not government.”

“Oh brother,” you mumbled to yourself, taking an exasperated seat. “Um. No?”

“...You wouldn’t happen to be an Avenger, would you?”

“An Avenger? Am I missing something here?”

“Well excuse me for trying to come up with an explanation as to why there’s someone sitting on my wall who’s two inches tall!”

“Hey, I’m four inches, thank you very much,” you scoffed.

Scott ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going very well at all. You sighed and took a breath. You could understand why he’d be so flustered.

“No, I’m not government. Or an Avenger. I’m just... a regular borrower.”

Scott stared at you blankly, trying to piece together what a borrower could be, before it dawned on him and his eyes went wide. “Oh wow. You’re really just that small!”

“I didn’t think that was even in question.”

“Gosh, sorry, that’s really embarrassing of me.” He let out a laugh. “An Avenger. What was I thinking?”

His laugh made you laugh. “I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve done a lot of embarrassing things in my life. Being put in a maximum security prison’s definitely up there. I’m used to small jails, you know?”

You gave him a quizzical stare.

“This ankle monitor is pretty bad, too, though I— wait a second. Did you say you’ve been watching me for years? ”

You gulped. You thought he either didn’t hear that part or didn’t care.

“I—um, I mean, I was just — I was speaking metaphorically—”

Scott’s expression immediately softened. “Woah, hey, I’m not mad!” He realized he was gazing down at you, and he lowered himself ever so slightly to be at your eye level. Now, he could see the way you gripped the wall protectively. “I’m just... confused. What do you mean you’ve watched me from the walls?”

“It means I live in your walls!” you cried, not realizing how shaky your voice had gotten. You steadied your breathing before continuing. “That’s what borrowers do. We live in the walls of houses.”

“Like mice?”

You sniffed a laugh. “Yes, like mice. Which I help keep away from here, mind you. When was the last time you saw a mouse around here?”

“Oh, gosh, I can’t even remember. Years ago.” You smirked and raised your eyebrow, and once it clicked, Scott’s eyes lit up.

“That’s so cool!” Scott smiled. You knew he was a quirky human, but even you were a bit surprised at how nonchalant he was being. “Do you use those little toothpicks that look like a sword?”

“There are toothpicks that look like swords?”

“Oh yeah!” Scott grinned. “They’d be perfectly your size, actually.”

“Huh. Y’know, that might actually be helpful to shoo away beetles and spiders.”

Scott grimaced. He had gotten used to ants, but spiders is where he drew the line. “Oh, gross.”

“It’s just a part of the job,” you shrugged. There was an awkward pause before you spoke again. “I, um. I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No, no,” Scott shook his head, “I’m sorry for making you listen to the same music all the time!”

“No, it’s fine, I... I actually kinda like it,” you blushed. “Usually, borrowers keep themselves hidden. Most humans aren’t as... entertaining as you.”

Scott smiled, not even realizing that maybe that wasn’t a compliment. It felt exhilarating just to have a face-to-face conversation with someone who wasn’t his family or was legally obligated to talk to him.

“You wanna come to the living room?” he asked suddenly. You furrowed your brow. “It’ll be more comfortable than sitting on that ledge.”

“Well, I can’t exactly sit on the couch,” you said slowly, meekly gesturing at yourself with your head.

“You can sit on the table, it’s fine! I’ve got snacks.”

“Snacks...” you repeated. Even though this went against every single borrower code you knew of, it felt stupid to pass up this offer. If the human wasn’t going to hurt you, then why not make him your ally?

“Sure, why not,” you said finally, standing up. Scott couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“Here,” he said, standing back up to his full height and sticking his hand out in front of you. “I can carry you there!”

“Oh...” you said, staring at the hand hesitantly. “I can just walk, you know—”

“Psh! That’ll take too long. Trust me.” You didn’t know why he would know anything about that, but frankly, his weird choice of words was the last thing on your mind. Scott took notice. “Oh, you’re... sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. It’s just right across the hall, we don’t have to go far at all. It’ll be fine.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but at this point, you didn’t have much of a choice. This is what you wanted, anyway.

“I guess this is the one drawback,” you muttered, keeping a firm grip on the wall as you lowered yourself onto his palm. “Humans can’t take no for an answer.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, uh, I—I said. Quite the view from up here.”

“Hah, yeah, I know!”

There it is again, you thought. That weird choice of words.

The trip to the living room was, as promised, short. You were only in his hand for about 15 seconds before you hopped off onto the familiar sight of the coffee table. The bowl of peanuts and candy was filled to the brim, as usual, but you supposed you should act like you’ve never been here before.

“So,” Scott said, reaching into the bowl and popping some M&M’s into his mouth before flopping onto the couch. “What’s your name? I bet you already know mine.”

“I’m (Y/n),” you said, eyeing the bowl. “Can I...”

“Oh, go ahead!” Scott smiled. He watched in delight as you grabbed a peanut that was larger than a football. You bit into it like an apple, and Scott could hardly suppress his grin.

“This is amusing for you?” you asked with a smirk. Scott immediately shook his head, but the smile was still present. “Yeah, I guess I probably look hilariously small to you.”

“Well... only a little.” Scott leaned back into the couch cushion. “So you’ve really been inside my walls this whole time and I had no idea?”

“Yup,” you said with a mouthful of peanut. “Been here for a long time.”

“How do you even live? Eat? Bathe?!”

You turned your gaze to the table. “You won’t like the answer.”

Scott thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots. “Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah,” you blushed. “But it’s either take crumbs off your counter or starve, so. I choose not to starve.”

“Well, you’re welcome to have dinner with me from now on. I cook just for myself anyway, it’ll be nice to have some company.”

“About that... why are you here all the time? You used to only be here at night.”

Scott sighed deeply. “It’s a long story.”

He seemed uncharacteristically upset about that, so you cleared your throat and pivoted back to what he was saying before. “You’d really let me eat with you?”

“Sure, why not?” Scott seemed genuinely surprised that you would even ask.

“I mean, this has gotta seem a little... weird to you, does it not? In fact, I — well, there are a lot of stories about humans discovering borrowers, and they’re not often pleasant. You... you don’t really seem to care.”

Scott pursed his lips. “That’s another long story.”

“Oh.” Jeez, what is up with this guy?

“I mean, if you’ve really been... in my walls all this time...” He shuddered before continuing. “Then you know how lonely it’s been around here. Heck, it probably gets really lonely all by yourself in the walls, too.”

You nodded.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of questions for you, and I know you’ve got a lot for me... I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to, but I think — it might be nice to get to know each other, right?”

You gave Scott an almost incredulous look. Maybe all those human tales were just old folk stories of days past, meant to scare children into staying close to home. You were hardly nervous that Scott had any malicious intent. You just almost couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What about your daughter? Isn’t she supposed to be coming this weekend? I’d rather her, uh, not see me.”

Scott sat up a bit. “You know about Cassie?”

“Um. Lived here for years, remember?”

“Right, right. Uh, n-no, no, she’s sick, she’s not coming. Huh.” Scott shook his head. “Wow. You must know, like, everything about me, then.”

Your face flushed red. “I mean, yes and no. I don’t just sit and stare at you to pass the time. It’s-it’s actually pretty strange for me too. We’re not supposed to talk to humans. It’s kind of the big number one rule.”

“What normally happens?”

“Well.” You paused, looking up at Scott’s expectant face. It was hard to hold eye contact, and your gaze flickered back to the table. “It’s a long story.”

Scott huffed a laugh. “I get it. Looks like we both have our own baggage.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Look, if you wanna... go back into that hole in the wall, you can. I told you, I won’t make you stay. But the offer is always there. I’m probably just gonna order a pizza tonight. You ever had pizza?”

You pursed your lips. Should you really be telling him all the things you’ve stolen from right under his nose?

Scott sighed. Maybe this wasn’t the weirdest thing for him, but he knew he couldn’t say the same for you. Your sideways glances had grown increasingly nervous ever since he brought you to the living room. You carried yourself well, but it was clear you were uneasy about all of this.

Wordlessly, Scott placed his hand down in front of you. He frowned when you winced at it.

“It’s quicker if I just bring you back,” he said sheepishly.

You picked your half-eaten peanut off the table and cleared your throat. “I-I’m sorry. I think I underestimated how odd this would feel. You... you’re just, really different than the human I lived with growing up. In a good way.”

Scott smiled weakly. “Just wait ‘til you get to know me.”

You laughed as you climbed onto his hand. You sat down for balance as he stood up, unable to take his eyes off you. You stared straight ahead as he took the short journey back, and in a few moments, you were right back where you started.

Staring at each other.

“Well (Y/n), it was nice—”

“You know,” you said, raising your voice to cut him off. “I have had pizza before. But I’ve never tried ice cream.”

Scott gasped. “Never had ice cream?! Lucky for you, I’ve got some chocolate in the freezer— oh. Oh! You... you want to have some dessert later?”

You smiled amusingly. “You catch on quick.”

“Yeah, it’s a specialty of mine,” Scott said, stretching his arms in the air. “Gosh, it’s already 7:30. How about ice cream at 9?”

“I, uh, don’t have a clock with me,” you admitted. “Why don’t you just... knock when you’re ready?”

Scott chuckled. “Knocking on the walls to my own house? People’ll start to think I’m crazy.”

You blinked at Scott, Scott blinked at you, and you both burst out laughing. For a moment, you forgot that Scott was a hundred feet tall and he forgot you could fit in his palm. It shouldn’t have been that funny, but it was. It all was.

Scott wiped a tear from his eye and sighed. “Oh, man. Okay. I should order before they close. See you soon?”

You smiled. In between the bad jokes, the awkward silences and the fits of laugher, you decided all this weirdness was worth it.

“Yeah. See you soon, Scott.”

#scott is the nonchalant KING #just so easy to launch into conversation with #nothing like two people who think they should be feeling weird who dont actually feel all that weird #this is all just one big excuse for me to practice dialogue #obwrites #marvel g/t

[aftertheskyy]

Merlin but make it Tangled

Not everything is the same as the movie buttt bear with me

Just imagine Ygraine miraculously surviving while giving birth to Arthur

But Uther was scared that she still might be magical and/or be upset with him for using magic to get pregnant 

So when Arthur is born, Uther leaves Camelot with Arthur, hiding him in a tower where he’s forbidden to leave and never telling him that he’s a prince.

Ygraine legalizes magic and everyone lowkey uses it. 

She mourns the loss of her son and husband by releasing floating lights on Arthur’s birthday every year-- imagine them like the ball of light that Merlin uses in Poisoned Chalice

Back to Arthur-- (his hair doesn’t actually have to be long) he just wants to explore the world and see the floating lights. He’s tired of Uther’s tyrannical parenting and wants to get out.

He has a friend-- a chameleon named Leon

Meanwhile we have Merlin, the dashing and rebellious thief who is after Excalibur. (Rapunzel’s crown is Excalibur in this AU)

One day, Merlin is on the run from some of Ygraine’s men because he actually stole Excalibur with his henchmen, Morgana and Mordred 

Merlin takes the sword for himself, deceiving Morgana and Mordred, and continues to run until he loses their trail and stumbles across a tower 

He climbs the tower to hide, not knowing that there’s an extremely handsome long-lost prince residing there

He accidentally scares Arthur-- Uther is out on an errand of some sort.

Arthur knocks Merlin out before taking and hiding Excalibur, only to tie Merlin up and hold him for questioning

Merlin does the Smolder™ and: “Hi. How ya doin? The name’s Merlin.” 

After arguing a little, Merlin agrees to take Arthur to the floating lights in exchange for Excalibur. 

So they venture off and Merlin eventually brings Arthur to the Rising Sun— a tavern filled with thugs. 

We meet Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Lancelot here

Gwaine is the concert pianist 

Lancelot is Bruiser, who knits 

Elyan is Killer, who sews 

Percival is Vladamir, who collects ceramic unicorns 

Meanwhile, Uther gets home to the tower, only to find that Arthur is missing. 

So he goes on a search for Arthur (he meets the little Cupid guy here, who in this AU, is Katrina)

Also, Ygraine’s men are still out after Merlin. So when her knights and Uther show up at the tavern, the thugs help Arthur and Merlin escape 

It turns out Arthur’s been carrying Excalibur with him the whole time and helps fight off the knights, much to Merlin’s shock

They finally reach safety and make a small camp for the night, sharing their stories

Merlin tells Arthur that his real name is Emrys, but he called himself Merlin after some of the stories he’s heard from various legends 

Arthur tells Merlin about his father and how he’s always felt like he was made for something bigger

They fall asleep, Merlin confused about the way Arthur was able to use the sword without any training

The next day is filled with dancing and happiness as Merlin and Arthur reach Camelot

That night, Merlin and Arthur finally reach the lights in a boat and sing together. Pascal! Leon third wheels.

While all of this has been happening, Uther found Morgana and Mordred, promising to help them in their quest for Excalibur in exchange for his son to be found and brought back to him

So when Merlin and Arthur reach the shore, Uther immediately finds them.

Morgana and Mordred take Merlin and sail him off to the main castle to be arrested with Excalibur in his satchel while Uther drags Arthur back to the tower

Arthur figures out that he’s the lost prince of Camelot and confronts Uther, who threatens to hide him away again in an even more secluded area

Meanwhile, Merlin escapes the jail with the help of Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Lancelot. He goes back to rescue Arthur.

When Merlin gets to the tower, Uther grabs Excalibur from him but falls on the sword, accidentally killing himself

Merlin frees Arthur, and together, they head back to Camelot to reunite with Ygraine

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin #merlin au #merlin headcanons #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin x arthur #merthur headcanon #knights of the round table #knights of camelot #sir leon #sir gwaine #sir elyan #sir lancelot #sir percival

[arvandus]

Hello! Happy 750!!! So I have this OC with a singing quirk. She’s basically like Giselle from enchanted where she can control the people and animals and occasionally plants and wind with just her voice. However she processes everything around her as music so it’s constantly playing in her head and gives her severe insomnia. She’s also a member of the LOV so I was wondering what her interactions with each of the members would be like but mostly Dabi. Would they find her annoying or fun? Up to you

Thank you! It took me a little bit to dwell on this one, because the idea is so interesting! But I finally got hit by the Inspiration Imagination, and here we are! I hope you like it; I've adjusted it to x Reader per your request, and I hope you don't mind I took just a little bit of creative license for the Reader's perspective and how to describe her quirk.  I also kept it very Dabi-focused in the interest of time.

Dabi x F!Reader w/ a singing quirk (SFW)

💙 It would be a rocky start at first. Dabi would have difficulty trusting you, simply because your quirk is so powerful. Anything that could potentially take away his free will would make him mistrustful and want to avoid said threat like the plague - or remove it entirely.

💙 But Shigaraki says you’re off limits, so he settles to keep you at arms length while at the same time keeping a close watch on you. One wrong slip, and he’ll handle you himself (or so he tells himself).

💙 He also mistrusts you because… well… as a fellow insomniac, he knows that you’re up at all hours of the night. He’s not sure why, of course… he never knocks on your door to ask. But he hears you shuffling around in your space, pacing in your room. What could possibly keep you up so late every single night? What’s got you looking so exhausted every day as if you never sleep? He’s convinced that you’re a spy, somehow sending messages to their enemies when everyone is asleep. Except he never hears you leave your room. Never hears you talking to anyone. So there must be something he’s missing.

💙 You’re an enigma to him, and it drives him crazy. Dabi doesn’t like unknowns.

💙 On your end, Dabi drives you nuts. He’s an asshole, every word that falls from his mouth laced in backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive accusations. You’d come close to using your quirk on him on many occasions, just to make him shut up or leave the room. Fortunately for Dabi, you have a personal code of honor that you abide by, and controlling people through your singing is only reserved for your enemies.

💙 He’s not your enemy… not yet at least.

💙 You know why he doesn’t trust you, and you don’t blame him… and he's certainly not the first person to be suspicious of you. But does he really gotta be such a dick about it? You try to be upfront with him, to explain that you live by a code and he’s safe from your quirk, but it makes little difference. Dabi doesn’t trust easily, and promises mean very little to him.

💙 His trust is finally gained when you use your quirk to save him and the other league members from certain death. There’s nothing quite like the sensation of hearing the beautiful notes of your voice while in freefall and then feeling himself being caught on a strong wind current, only to be set safely on the ground seventy meters below.

💙 After that happens, he begins to take an even greater interest in you, but this time with more curiosity and less mistrust.

💙 He starts poking and prodding, some questions being asked directly, while others are only implied. After all, he loves his little mind games, and even more so, he loves getting under your skin, especially since you refuse to use your quirk on him. It’s basically given him a ‘get out of jail free’ card for being a brat.

💙 He really, really wants you to prank the others using your quirk. And your little miss “I’m a good girl with a special code of ethics” makes the game that much sweeter. After all, you’re just as much a villain as the rest of them. If Toga can go around swinging her knives from her fingertips, then why couldn’t you sing a little song now and then?

💙 But Dabi quickly learns that you’re just as stubborn as he is, if not more so.

💙 Even so, it’s frustrating for you because if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have put up with this level of bullshit. The persuasion, the flirting, the school-yard level dares… the man has no shame and tries every tactic in the book to try to get what he wants from you. What makes it even worse is that a secret part of you enjoys his mischief. His ideas are tempting sometimes. Especially when the other league members annoy you.

💙 On top of all that, he is strangely alluring, even with his scars. And more importantly, the ‘song’ his body gives off is, well, a pleasant one to say the least.

💙 Every person has a ‘musical aura’ more or less, a small symphony of heartbeats, breaths, and something more… ephemeral. It comes through in the way they move through the environment, in the way the air particles are displaced around them and vibrate with their energy.

💙 And for some reason Dabi’s song is practically intoxicating, just like his sharp blue eyes that always seem to pin you down, heavy lids held up by a cocky smirk.

💙 The two of you reach an impasse in your battle of wills, an unspoken stand-off that never wanes. And it’s upon this competitive dance that the two of you begin to build some strange sense of camaraderie.

💙 He’ll eventually give up on his desire for pranking his comrades when he sees you use your quirk on heroes. But not just any hero, of course…

💙 Imagine Dabi’s glee when you use your song quirk to make Endeavor literally dance as the large man’s face flushes red with rage. It was intended to keep him busy while the League made their escape. But it makes it all over the news of course, and becomes viral online for months. The laughter that the two of you share when you get back to the hideout lasts for hours as you watch the news replay the scene over and over it. It really never gets old.

💙 Oh man, does he like you even more now. You’re his new favorite person. And he finally stops harassing you about using your quirk on the League members, instead finding much greater enjoyment in targeting different heroes together.

💙 There will come a time that he’ll catch you on one of your many insomnia-induced nights. It’s a hard one, sleep being kept at bay by the musical cacophony surrounding you, despite your obvious exhaustion. Your strength finally shatters, and you break down into tears in your room in frustration.

💙 Guess who ends up knocking on your door?

💙 Of course Dabi heard you. For months he’s been listening to the pacing of your feet or your frustrated sighs through the thin, old walls. It’s almost become a lullaby to him by this point, a way for him to know that you’re safe and sound… more or less.

💙 “What’s wrong, doll?” he’ll ask, as he stares down at your tear-streaked face. “I can hear ya through the walls, so don’t gimme any of your bullshit excuses.” Anyone else would hear the mockery in his voice, but for you with your quirk, you can hear the song of caring weaved through them, a hidden secret that you’re sure even he doesn’t realize is there.

💙 He won’t wait for an answer as he enters your personal space and makes himself comfortable.

💙 His sudden presence and that comforting familiar song it brings with it soothes more than you’d like to admit.

💙 But you do admit it. You admit to everything. The fatigue you feel, the way your quirk makes you suffer, and how for some reason, the song of him puts you at ease, drowning out the other noise. It’s like your inner radio is tuned just for him. Normally you wouldn’t admit to any of this of course, but you’re well past the point of exhaustion now, and your brain isn’t running as smoothly as it normally would. So what did it matter if you told him everything? You really didn’t have the strength to care anymore.

💙 “Your quirk is fuckin’ weird.” he admits. Then a grin will spread across his face. “You like my ‘song,’ huh? C’mere.”

💙 He’ll have you lay down with him on your bed and hold you close to him, your head on his chest as he rests his chin in your hair. “Does it help?” he’ll ask.

💙 Shockingly, it does. His music surrounds you, and you close your eyes as you let it cover you like a warm blanket. Everything else seems to fall to the wayside, your tired brain only able to focus on one melody - his. Before you can even nod in response, you’re fast asleep.

💙 It’ll become a habit for you two now… On particularly hard nights, he’ll keep you company and hold you. And maybe… maybe he’ll start letting you keep him company when he has hard nights too.

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Author’s Note: Hey! This piece was requested, and I decided to make it a few parts. So here is the first, and this part is based on one of my favorite songs, Slow Dancing in a Parking Lot. I really like hometown, slow country ass romances lol. So this is what I am giving you! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Reading! (My taglists and requests are open!)

Warnings: Public Sex, Fluff, Language, Dubcon, OMEGAVERSE

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

M A S T E R L I S T

“Hi.” You waved at your new neighbor. The small family of four seen you a total of seven times and still had not introduced themselves once. Where was the small-town charm you’d seen in all those movies?

The man looked to you first, tall and muscled he waved. “Good morning!”

“Morning!” You yipped, finally, some interaction. “Your family is beautiful.” Those were the only words that you could think of besides saying something about the weather.

“Thank you, how are you liking Longview?”

“Love it.” You lied. It had been two weeks, you’d left the house a total of three times and each time you got lost. “It’s beautiful here.”

The drizzle of rain started overhead, it always rained in Washington, maybe that’s why you stayed in all those days without hesitation. It was sunnier in Southern California, and there was always something to do, here it was the opposite.

“That’s wonderful,” he yelled before ducking into his blue minivan. Your neighbor waved quickly as he backed out of his driveway and onto the road.

The family next door was the only one for about five miles, besides the one across the street, and he never really made an appearance other than coming home from work. You liked to people watch, it was easy to do when there were only two houses to watch. You made your way back into the house, nursing the warm cup of coffee.

When you moved here, you were no stranger to the place. Summers had been spent here with your uncle, sometimes holidays, and upon his death, you inherited the house that gave you some of your fondest memories. Building a life here was what you were intended to do, and you didn’t really have a choice, it had all fell apart everywhere else you went. This inheritance was your one get of jail free card, and it came right on time.

Longview didn’t hold much, two grocery stores on each side of the town, one bookstore, three churches, and one bar called the Sly Tree. These things you’d remembered because they held an interest and you had planned to visit them all. Tonight it was Sly Tree.

 The yellow crop top looked good against your honey-colored skin and with the slight inch of your mid-drift showing it gave the illusion that you were a good girl who’d come to play, or at least that's what you wanted it to mean. Who knew if they took it that way, you sat at the bar. There were a few more people in the place, but none that piqued your interest. The bartender tapped your glass. “Refill?”

“I can’t.” you shook your head, there was no hope of you getting home safely with another drink in your system. “But thank you.”

“You moved into Harper’s old place?”

“Yes, he was muy uncle.”

“Good guy, he always came in here on Sunday’s spreading lies about wolves.” The bartender was friendly enough, the cute smile and wide eyes caught your attention, but he was young.

“He told me about those damn wolves.” You giggled. They were all around the property. Hence the reason you opted to not have a dog, coming home to a missing dog was not your intention.

“crazy man, good, though.” He handed you a sprite. “Drink this.”

“Thank you... what’s your name?”

“Cody.”

“Nice to meet you, Cody, is there anything fun to do around here?”

“A few towns over, maybe.” He shrugged a matter of fact and exhaled. “Hunting is pretty cool, though? You should come in one day?”

“I’m certain she doesn’t mean killing deer.” The smooth voice came from the right of you, the familiar face of your quiet neighbor actually brought some light to your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have to feel alone after all.

“Hey.”

“Hey, neighbor,” he smirked. “A beer, please.”

You’d never talked to him, only observed from afar, and there was much to observe. He was tall, strapping with broad shoulders, a body that made you think unsavory things and, unlike the family man across the yard, unattached. “So, you do know that I’m there?”

“How could I not?”

“You never speak.”

“Haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Opportunities have been available, Cavill.” You said his last name thinking of the gray mailbox it was engraved in.

“Hmmm.” He placed the bottle cap of the beer on the table and took a swig of the beer. “You like to hide in that house of yours, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“I’m Henry, and if I am not mistaken, you’re Y/N.” Henry swiveled in his chair to face you. “Your uncle spoke highly of you.”

“That’s good to know.”

“So, you’re in a bar on a Wednesday at eight, cabin fever must’ve set in?”

“It did.”

His car smelled of cedar, and you loved it. You sunk back in the passenger seat and kicked your feet up on his dashboard. The small city passed by, and for once in your unsettled roused life, you felt at ease. There was only one red light but about five intersections that lead you in a circle.

“Where are you from?” Henry asked with his arm hanging out of the window, his fingers waving as the window passed through them. “Technically, I’m from Georgia, but I lived in California for almost four years.”

“So. Cal?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I didn’t.” he laughed. “But I’ve always wanted to use that abbreviation.”

“Good sentence, no one calls it that by the way.”

“Then how was it a good sentence.”

“I just didn’t want to diss you all the way.”

“Ah, the courtesy country girl, I lucked out.”

“Thank you.” You bit your lip. “You go to the gym often?”

“Never.” Henry laughed. “I run and lift trees.”

“All this comes from that?” It was impossible not to touch his arms, they looked terrific through the tight-fitting grey shirt.

“Five years of it, yes.”

“I guess I lucked out.” You whispered with a small grin on your face. “Where are we headed?”

“Right over there.” He pointed to the grocery store parking lot, and the car headed that way. You had never been parking, but you’d heard of it just not in a place this obvious.

“There are no lights in that parking lot.” You chuckled. “Choosing dim-lit places like this on purpose?”

“Definitely.” the half cocky answer was coated with sarcasm. Henry didn’t seem like that type. He parked the car and turned the music down. “Now, you tell me one of your favorite songs.”

“Does it have to be fast?”

“It’s totally up to you.”

“I’m drawing a blank here,” I said after a few seconds.

“I’ll pick one, you keep thinking.” He strolled through his phone, and then the slow music came through the speakers. henry climbed out of the truck, walked over to your side, and opened the door. “Dance?” He asked.

“I suck at it.”

“Good, I don’t have to whip out my Footloose moves.” He winked as he helped you from the truck into his hands. Sweet guys like him never seemed to come your way, not in Georgia, California, or any of the other places you’d been. He was novel.

He moved as if he actually could dance, pulling you against his chest and swaying playfully to the music. The song was lulling, complementing the atmosphere of the night.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?”

“Someone as perfect as you have to be in a longterm relationship contemplating marriage.”

He laughed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering amber in the light for a moment and then back to their normal state. Henry’s fingers intertwined in yours. “I have no one, and if I did... I am certain you’d of seen her by now.”

“Just checking.”

“What else do you want to know?”

“What can you tell me?”

“I drink every Saturday night. I get in lost in the color brown, it’s the prettiest color... Trees, dirt all beauties often overlooked, but they’re the most important ones. I sleep with the air on me. I wake up super early, walk to the river and piss every morning. I like to sing in the shower, but I suck at it. I like you.” The vomit of words was the most alluring thing you’d heard since you came here. Henry twirled you around and pulled you back to him.

“You tell every girl you take home these same lines?”

“Just one.”

“You’re smooth with your lines Henry...”

“I can still break out my footloose moves if you want?”

“No need to...” You smiled. “This is better.”

“Good. I haven’t stretched just yet.”

You shouldn’t have kissed him, your hands shouldn’t be gripping his curls, and you definitely shouldn’t be hoisting yourself upon him, but here you were doing all of it and importantly enjoying it. Your tongue lightly swiped his lips before it was met with his and a small groan. Five hours ago, you met him. You didn’t know his last name or if even shared your beliefs, but you wanted to fuck him.

“How are the public indecency charges around here?” You whispered.

“I haven’t been charged with that one yet.” He carried you to the passenger’s seat.

“There’s a first for everything.”

“I know the sheriff.” he laughed. “I think I can get us out of it.”

Everything was rushed, but it didn’t stop you from deepening the kiss and tugging on his belt buckle.

“You sure you want this?”

You press your palms into the leather seat, and he pulls your pants down to your ankles. “I haven’t been sure of anything else.” You giggle as you rock your hips against him, grinding your mound against his hardened cock. He pushed your panties aside, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips and hoisted you up.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.” he pushed inside of you, throbbing and suppressing a carnal growl.

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder when he pulled you down on his cock and began to fuck you. Then his eyes met yours, and they glowed in the dim light of the parking lot, it was surreal animalistic. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you moved in...” He fucked harder, bouncing your tits in your bra. “How I wanted to fuck you and make you mine...” he grunted.

Your head fell back in ecstasy, and he rubbed his nose down your face before his tongue licked down your chest.

“Your fucking scent.” He growled, rutting into you. “You don’t even know what you are... sweetheart.”

“What am I?” You whispered.

“Mine.” Henry’s teeth bit into your skin, and you squealed. “Omega.”

His eyes shifted again in the light, and his teeth were still in your flesh.

“Omega?”

Your uncle used to talk of omegas, again when he was drunk... You pull away from him, but he continues to fuck you. “Henry.” You moaned. “Fuck! Henry!” You feel him swell inside of you.

Henry’s bitemark was fresh on your chest as was this inflamed urge to ride him harder, your body willed as if it could not stop. “Feel it.” He commanded. “Your body knows you’re mine too.”

“Ohh, fuck!” He grew bigger, swelling as he thrust faster and then locking into you. “Don’t cu-.”

Henry’s hand clamped down over your mouth, and he shuttered, your body shuttering, joining his climax. The warmth of his cum was soothing, fucking made you want to cum again. “Get dressed.” he kissed your lips. “Now.”

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