#little baby man just chewing on the couch like an angry puppy

[minty-bunni]

AU where the Fentons end up with Dan, all of Danny's clones, and a handful of AU Dannys and have to find a way to explain suddenly having so many kids that look like Danny with similar names WHILE avoiding making the GiW suspicious.

#danny phantom #we can throw in a flynn as a treat just to confused people as well #a dozen black haired blue eyed ghost hybrids and some random ginger hippie #can you imagine the chaos of it all #like the werewolf family in Hotel Transylvania except with halfas #corpse au Danny chilling in the corner with Snapping Sound and full ghost AU Dannys discussing being literally dead #ghost king and demon Danny probably fistfighting over whether or not murder is a viable solution #dan joins in #just ALL the AUs in one spot and stuck/adopted by the Fentons #Dash would lose his mind if the big Frankenstein's monster looking clone showing up to school #like yes you! you join us immediately! you will be a jock! #little baby man just chewing on the couch like an angry puppy

[felswritingfire]

April Brain Rot #1

Prompts: 

19. Elegant

12. “I gotta admit I’m a little surprised”

(Mafia AU) Vil x Reader

Summery: Vil takes you with him on a “business trip” and you talk to Cater Diamond about the names of alcohol. Specifically, the drink you ordered.

TW: Alcohol; suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 2,508

A note from Fel:  I don’t speak a lick of French, so I apologize if the French translations are wrong (I used Google Translate)! So, I hope you can forgive me and that you’ll still have a good time reading it! Enjoy!

“I gotta admit, I’m a little surprised. I never thought someone like Vil would bring… someone like you.” 

Your nose crinkled, eyebrows furrowing into an angry v. Your gaze shot from your drink to the man sitting across from you, a lazy smirk on his face as he widened the spread of his legs in front of him. He took a sip from his drink (a beautiful electric blue drink where a slice of lemon was wedged on the lip of the cup). “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

His eyebrows raised and a chuckle shook his chest. “No offense meant-” he leaned his elbows on his knees- “I just meant you’re much more of…” he nodded his head back and forth, seemingly trying to find the word he was looking for. “Of the innocent sort I suppose? Though, I don’t think innocent fits you properly. Not with what you're drinking.”

“Drinking? What’s wrong with my drink?” You look down at the whip cream topped drink that you had ordered after Vil and Rook went inside a VIP room with a man (you honestly thought he was a child at first, he had such a cute baby face and the way his red hair framed his face made him almost look angelic- though your view of him was shattered when he had opened his mouth to reveal quite the no-nonsense tone dripping off of each of his words). You had a feeling that the meeting wasn’t going to end anytime soon and Vil had, afterall, given you free reign to enjoy yourself at the fancy club that this meeting was taking place at; so you got the first drink you saw another patron had that caught your interest. It just happened to be the one that you thought might have something sweet in it. 

The man- Cater, you recall- tilted his head to the side, his green eyes shining under the bright lights of the club. “You know what it’s called don’t you?”

You looked at it and back at him, your eyes squinting at him.

“Oh, dear, maybe you are more innocent than I thought.” Cater placed a finger against his lips, a smile threatening to break out on his face. “It’s called a Blow Job, darling.”

Your startled expression throws him into a fit of laughter. You feel your cheeks flush as you grip your drink closer to your chest, eyes darting around the room. “I- it still tastes good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” His shoulders are still shaking from chuckles and he wipes a tear from his eye before that annoying smirk crosses his face and he picks up the drink he placed on the table somewhere in the midst of your conversation. You frown when he stands up and makes his way around the table to sit next to you. “You know what this drink is called, Sweetie?”

You lean back from how close his face is- you can smell his cologne, something mellow yet expensive. You shake your head.

You realize too late that you have no more couch to scoot away on when your back hits the arm of the couch. You feel sweat pool at the small of your back when his smooth lips brush against your ear. “Sex in the Driveway.”

The tips of your ears burn in a blush. “Oh, fuck off.”

Cater throws his head back and another round of laughter leaves him.  

“Why do drinks have to have such weird names,” you mumble. Looking away from him and taking a sip from your drink.

“I don’t know-” he throws an arm over the back of the couch where you’re squished against the arm of it- “but they’re good conversation starters, no?”

You sigh. “I guess.”

Cater hums, drinking from his Sex in the Driveway before asking: “so, why did Vil bring you, anyway?”

I don’t know either. You scowled, tapping your nails against the side of the glass. “Didn’t have a babysitter, I guess.”

“Babysitter?”

“Yeah, Vil usually has these two guys watch over me for whatever reason- probably because I’m friends with him or something-” you suddenly stopped talking when you realized where you were and who you were talking with: a really fancy club, that had velvet red seats and a corner for rich old white men to play croquet, that was owned by one of the seven most influential mob bosses in Twisted Wonderland- Riddle Rosehearts- and you were currently sitting with one of said mob bosses cronies. You glared at him, scowling. 

He raised his hands shaking his head. “Hey, now, I’m not gonna go snooping for any dirt on Vil- they’re talking about a pseudo-partnership in there currently-” he nods his head to the heart-shaped doors that the three disappeared to earlier- “I don’t want to do anything to- ah- jeopardize that. Riddle’ll have my head, you know?”

“Good.” You say, taking another drink before continuing, “I don’t know anything anyway.”

“Oh? Aren’t you part of the Pomefior group though? They don’t let just anyone in without some sort of knowledge, you know.”

“Yeah, I know that. Might be because I’m one of the only people he trusts with helping him get ready.”

“Oh,” Cater’s eyes shined at that, leaning against your side. “So, you’re like his personal stylist?”

“Something like that. He always comes to my shop when he has time.”

“You have a shop?”

“Yeah, I own a boutique,” you smile. “Vil usually comes and commissions me for his clothes- always so elegant, you know? Really fun to work on and they just fit him. One of my favorite ones to work on was-” you blink, realization hitting you- “the one he’s wearing tonight, actually.”

Cater gasps, he places his drink down on the table, grabbing both of your hands and shuffling so close to you that your chests almost touch. “You’re telling me that you made that suit he’s wearing today?”

You nod, your cheeks warming once again. 

“He’s worn that suit more than once you know? I would do anything to get my hands on a suit like that- it complements his waist so well and the colors-” an almost squeal slips from Cater’s throat as he squeezes your hands- “divine. No one can take their eyes off of him when he wears that thing- well, even without the suit people don’t really take their eyes off of him, but- you get what I mean, don’t you?”

A small drop of pride blossomed in your chest, happy that convincing Vil to let you alter the color pallet had paid off. You nod, “yeah.” There’s a brief moment where you tug your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth before you say, “you know I do take commissions- I can always make you one for the right price.”

“Really?” He reminded you of a puppy in that moment he was practically vibrating with excitement as he half situates himself in your lap. “You’d really do that for me?”

“Well- again- for the right price-”

“No, they wouldn’t. This suit is one of a kind and I do hope it will stay one of a kind. Isn’t that right, my Sweet Potato?”

“I- Vil! I- the meeting! How’d it go?” You feel the blush creep down your neck and over your chest- Cater whining and pressing against you, lamenting the fact that he’d have to commission you something else. 

“Incroyable!” Rook declared from behind Vil (who was still glaring down at you and Cater). “Roi des Roses and Roi du Poison have settled upon an agreement-” Rook wiped an invisible tear away with one hand while he placed the other on his chest- “Belle harmonie.”

“That’s great!” You smile at the small group of men. “That means you guys’ll be friends for a bit, huh? How neat!”

Vil’s brow creased and his lips tugged into a frown- expression caught between concern and frustration. “Who told you-”

“Ah, you’re so cute, (Y/N)-chan!” Cater suddenly wrapped his arms around you causing you to yelp, your face flushing a deeper shade of red. His cheek pressed against yours as he began to chatter: “Did you guys know that they didn’t realize they ordered a Blow Job? I thought they were going to be all hardcore and sexy, but no- they’re so innocent- look at them! Blushing because of a hug!” He laughed squeezing you tighter. “You should really try a Sex in the Driveway next! It’s super yummy, also it’s so aesthetic for pictures.” Cater's voice dropped to a whisper when he added: “even special types of pictures- I have a really nice driveway we can take those pictures at, you know?”

You can feel a scream build in your throat when Vil’s voice- too even, too calm- suddenly cuts in: “I do believe it’s time for us to go. I would appreciate it if you would let my Potato go, Mr. Diamond.”

Cater looks up at him from underneath his eyelashes. “Ah, yes, apologies, Don Schoenhiet.” He lets you go but not before leaving a kiss on your cheek as he grabs his drink and skips away with a wave. “Bye-bye, (Y/N)-chan! See you later!”

You sputtered, feeling like you were going to overheat as you stood on wobbly legs and staggered to Vil’s side. Rook’s fighting the urge to giggle at the situation as the two Dons talk between themselves to wrap up a few loose ends before they nod at one another and Vil is dragging you out the door by your elbow. 

The blast of cool air that blasted against your face as the doors opened pulled a quiet gasp from you. Vil still dragging you by the elbow, his expression fixed on the sleek, black limo that waited in front, a boy with purple hair leaning against the side of it. Rook waves to Epel and he nods, opening the door for the three of you. Well, you thought it was going to be for the three of you, instead you watched as Rook waved at you through the tinted window once the door shut and followed Epel up to the front of the car. 

You chewed on your lip, patting your lap as silence took up the space between you and Vil. He had his legs cross as well as his arms, glaring down at you. You looked up, with a sheepish smile. “So, the meeting went good, right?”

“It went amazing.”

“That’s good.”

The silence was beginning to seep back in again and you went back to chewing on your lip when you heard Vil click his tongue. “Stop doing that.”

“Sorry.” You felt your face flush.

“What were you and Diamond talking about?”

“I- huh?”

“My Sweet Potato, you know I don’t like repeating myself.” His eyes were unwavering and the sound of wind blowing across the frame of the limo seemed to be so much louder with the way the blood rushed to your ears.

You shrugged. “Nothing too interesting, honestly. He told me what my drink was called- which, I will have you know, was a complete accident that I ordered that thing, ok? I saw some guy had one and it had whip cream, that is it.” You rested your chin in your hand as you slouched to lean against your knee, a happy smile on your face, “and then I got to talk about my shop, so that was really nice.” You blink sitting straight again and looking at him: your eyebrows slightly knitted together and an honest shine in your eyes. “If you're worried that he tried to get some info from me about you guys, I didn’t tell him anything! It wouldn’t have worked anyway-” you look almost proud of yourself as you cross your arms over your chest- “I don’t know anything about what you guys do and I told him that to his face.”

“Anything else?”

You looked at Vil, tilting your head. He didn’t seem angry, more like… mildly annoyed? You weren’t completely positive, but the loosening of his eyebrows said that he was at least calming down from whatever set him off. “He… he asked me why you brought me if I didn’t know anything.”

“Oh? And what did you say?”

“I- I said I didn’t know either, probably because I’m your friend and that you couldn’t find my babysitters,” You chuckle to yourself, patting at your lap again. 

Vil blinks at you, before leaning back and covering his eyes with an arm. He sighs. 

You look up at Vil, concern suddenly tickling the bottom of your heart. “Vil?”

“What a silly potato you are.” You feel your face burst into flames as Vil shows you his face once again: his expression is raw- pure adoration and something that you never expected him to show you; the smile on his face is not one that is beautiful and perfectly maintained- it didn’t have a purpose- instead, it was soft, something so vulnerable that you could feel your breath catching in your throat. He leaned towards you, his hands finding your cheeks, he gently rested his forehead against yours. You feel your eyes flutter as you smell his perfume: apples and cinnamon. “I brought you with me because I remember you mentioning you wanted to go there.”

You gasp, an excited glint in your eyes. “I did, didn’t I?”

The smile stayed on his face as he leaned back. “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod. “It was just as pretty as I thought it was going to be- but I like your club a lot more. It’s just so much more…” you scrunch your nose and giggle when you feel him begin to play with your hair. “More you.” You nod, proud that you finally found the words you wanted to say. 

He pauses in twirling your hair, he breaths a laugh. “‘More me’, hm?”

“Yeah! It makes me feel safe,” you laugh, “It’s like being surrounded by your muse you know?” You smile at him. 

Vil pulls you into his arms. You feel him shivering and you wrap your arms around, being mindful not to rumple his suit too much. “Never change, my Sweet Potato.”

“I’m not planning to!”

Another breathy laugh as he brushes his nose against the skin of your neck. Your skin warm with a building blush. You two stay like that: happy, content in each other's arms before he speaks again: “you’re not allowed to converse with Diamond ever again, do you understand me?”

“He’s a potential customer though! I have to talk to him! Also, he seemed like an alright guy-”

“Looks can be deceiving.”

You pull away from the hug crossing your arms, forcing your cheeks to cool down as Vil stares at you with sweet eyes. “That’s not fair. You’re not even my boyfriend.”

“I can change that very easily, Sweet Potato.”

Your cheeks begin to burn as you let out the most pitiful yet happy noise out of your throat. 

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Thank you for reading!

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[coolskinless]

Between Pleasure and Pain

I was getting ready for our date night, even though I felt a little uncomfortable because it was that time of the month and my belly did not feel right. I usually never get cramps, but I do not know what it was with me tonight that I just did not feel good enough. So, I decided to call Lou and change the plans.

*On the phone with Lou*

Lou: Hey babe, what’s up?

Y/N: Hey babe, I don’t feel very good enough to go out tonight, can we just say in this time?

Lou: Omg, sure! Are you ok? What’s wrong? Do you need me to take you something? Do you need to go to a doctor? Tell me what to do, what do you need?

Lou sounded frenetic which made me giggle because of how adorable he is.

Y/N: Noo haha I’m fine, I just don’t feel comfortable enough to go out, maybe we can stay here tonight…order something…watch a movie?

Lou: Of course! Whatever you want, you got it. Are you sure you don’t need me to take you something? Medicine or…?

Y/N: Nah, I’m good, thank you babe, you’re very sweet.

Lou: Mmmkay, I’m on my way.

We hung up, and I just smiled looking at my phone, he´s just so sweet and attentive, he literally can’t be any more perfect. I put my phone down and start putting some more comfortable clothes because just the thought of putting on some jeans made my uterus rumble.

A few minutes passed and I heard a knock on the door and I immediately get happy butterflies in my stomach instead of angry wasps in my lower belly, so I drag my sorry but excited ass to the door and open up to see Lou holding a grocery bag up to his face. Just when I thought he could not be more perfect, he tops himself.

Lou: I did not know in what mood you might be in for, so I brought you everything.

He dumped the whole bag in the kitchen island, and he did bring me everything. Ice cream, instant noodles, strawberry milk, spicy chips, mini cakes, the whole ass store! I looked at him with grateful eyes and reached out my hands to cup his face.

Y/N: Thank you babe…

Then joined out lips in a gentle and warm kiss. His lips are so soft and plump, his hand grab me tenderly by my waist and pull me closer to him. I move my hands to the back of his neck and intensify our kiss. He really is the perfect man.

We break the kiss and look at each other smiling.

Y/N: So, what movie do you wanna watch?

Lou giggles

Lou: You pick the movie, first I wanna make my famous homemade instant noodles for my sick girl.

Half an hour went by and Lou finished making his so called “famous instant noodles”, lowkey they looked bomb, smelled spicy, lots of veggies and an egg, just how I liked it. I was grabbing my first bite, but as soon as I swallowed the spicy broth, my cramps started to act up again intensely, like Satan started to shake hands with my womb. So, I couldn’t help but to make a painful face with still the noodles in my mouth. Lou started to panic, as usual and came to my side of the island.

Lou: What is it!? You don’t like it!? Is it too spicy!? I’m so sorry babe! Spit it out, its ok! Tell me what’s wrong! What do I do!?

I smiled at him as I still chewed the food in my mouth, trying to look better so he would stop worrying. But the look on his face told my total opposite, he looked concerned af.

Y/N: I’m fine babe, its not the noodles, its just that time of the month and it hurts a bit.

Lou: Omg babe, why didn’t you tell me? I’m so sorry!

Lou apologized as he hugged me in the chair, putting one hand in my back, the other at the back of my head and resting me on his chest.

Y/N: Sorry for what? Its not your fault.

I smiled while looking at him

Lou: Still! I don’t like it when my baby is in pain.

Lou looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, and it just made me melt. I convinced him that I was fine after much insisting to go to the doctor lol. We finished our noodles, we talked and laughed about our day, this kind of distraction is just what I needed to make me feel better. Then we grabbed some more of the snacks Lou brought and moved to the couch. We started watching some movie while eating the snacks, but at some point, I feel asleep in his chest, my favorite place.

I was sleeping comfortably with the movie noises on the background when all of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my lower belly that made me sit up abruptly scaring the shit out of Lou who was also falling asleep.

Lou: Babe, what’s wrong!? Are you okay!?

Y/N: Yeah, it’s just…

I couldn’t even finish my sentence, I just sat there holding my belly trying to make the pain away. Lou held me tight against him and surprisingly the pain went away almost immediately. I was happily surprised and looked at him in awe.

Y/N: It stopped…

Lou: It did!?

Y/N: Yeah, I guess it has something to do with the apartment being so cold and your body temperature being warm.

Lou: Okay, that settles it.

Lou got up, picked me up in his arms bridal style and started walking to my bedroom.

Y/N: What are you doing? Haha

Lou: We are going to bed

He said that with total confidence, and I was in shock because we´ve never been in bed together. But I couldn’t help but to look at his side profile and smile at him.

He tucked me into bed, went to put the unfinished groceries away, turn the TV off, to switch all the lights off so just the moonlight entered the room and crawled in next to me under the sheets. This was a next step to our relationship, but I was loving it. Just the two of us together, in bed, you could listen to our breathing, and just by feeling Lou´s warm body next to mine made me feel so much better.

The hours went by and I didn’t even notice when I fell asleep, but another sharp pain woke me up out or nowhere. I opened my eyes and saw Lou´s face get illuminated by the moonlight entering the dark room through the window. I felt a sense of peace just by looking at him sleep, so calm and beautiful. I wanted to keep admiring him, but a second wave of pain appeared like the one in the living room, making me move and moan a little, waking Lou up.

Lou: Babe, what’s wrong?

Lou´s groggy and confused voice next to me made me stop my complaining and look up at him because he highkey sounds very sexy when he just woke up. His roommates are very lucky guys.

Y/N: I’m fine…

I say out of breath, while I press on my lower belly trying to make the pain away. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows that he can’t do much. So, without saying anything, he just grabs me and pulls me close to him, again, my head in his chest, his arms wrapped around me, our legs intertwined, if my lower stomach wasn’t so uncomfortable I would say this is heaven.

Some minutes went by and the pain would come and go, mild, I can handle it. But it started getting worse to the point where I couldn’t keep still, I was moving and moaning and shaking. All I could do was hug Lou for some comfort.

Lou´s POV

It hurt my soul so see Y/N in pain, I couldn’t do much but to hold her and wait for her to feel better. But then something happened...

She was moaning, and moving her body against mine, I didn’t know what to do. She was like, asleep still, but in her discomfort, she couldn’t keep still. She was moaning and rubbing her body with mine, her legs went up and down on mine, she kept tilting her head back with her eyes closed, just enough of the moonlight hit her so I can see her features het enlightened in the most flattering way. I’ve never seen her this way, not that I haven’t imagined it, I actually think about her like this all the time but seeing her like this in real life is just so much better.

Little moans escape her slightly opened lips, making me go crazy, but I can’t do anything about it. Her arms keep moving back and forth at the back of my neck, and all I could think about was this is how she would look like if I was insider her.

Lou get your shit together…your girlfriend is in pain and you are here next to her just perverting yourself. You´re right…I should stop thinking, I should stop thinking about her breasts pressed to my chest, her hips pounding against mine, her breath against my ear, saying my name over and over again. How can I focus on making her feel better when she is turning around, and her ass is literally pressing on my cock??? I mean..I cant to much but hug her anyways, so I just hug her by her tiny waist and pull her even closer to me to feel her even better. She keeps moving and if I let myself go I can easily cum right now, but I keep my cool and just snuggle my face into the back of her neck and breathe in real deep. She smells amazing, a combination of her shampoo and Y/N, makes my blood boil in lust just like that. I run my hand through the side of her body making a perfect wave between her arm, her waist, and her hips, I cant believe that this is…like, she…and…I have no words to describe the effects that she has on me.

She turns around again, facing me and breaking my trance, she has her eyes open and is looking at me. I was breathless for a second because I didn’t know how long she was awake, if she felt me grow in my pants, maybe I made her feel uncomfortable by touching her in her sleep, I don’t want her to think that I don’t care about her feeling sick. I was lost in my thoughts when I feel Y/N lips against mine.

Y/N POV

I was half asleep and half awake, I was so uncomfortable, I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep in, the only thing that made me not lose my mind was Lou next to me holding me tight. I was moving nonstop in my sleep without realizing it when I felt it.

Lou was rock hard next to my thighs, pressing against them, me with still my eyes closed I kept them that way, I don’t want him to notice that I felt him and scare him away. I’ve always thought about Lou that way, we’ve been dating for two months and since we met, I’ve always wondered what’s he like in bed. We´ve never done much but make out on the couch, but this was different, he was rock hard, and I knew he wanted me. So, I just kept pretending that I was asleep in discomfort and kept moving, the only thing that wasn’t pretend was the pain, the cramps actually made me shake, I was just gonna keep my eyes closed while I ride the waves of pain and see how Lou reacts.

I turn around and purposely face my butt against his bulge, feeling grow harder. I don’t know if he is asleep anymore, but I don’t care, I keep moving slowly and little by little, so he doesn’t realize that I’m awake. But then I feel him trace my side with his hand, his slow steady hand drives me crazy, then he puts his face in the back of my hair and I feel him inhale and exhale, he is definitely not asleep anymore. So, I turn around and look at him wide awake, I stare at him for a few seconds and just see him look a little surprised, like waiting for me to do something, but all I can do is cup his face in my hands and press my lips against his.

I would love to continue this kiss and see what happens next, but unfortunately I’m on my period and we cant do anything about it, so I just kiss him softly and return to our original position and try to fall sleep again.

Lou´s POV

A few days have gone by since that night, and all I can think about is Y/N. Her body in the moonlight, her collarbone exposed, her thighs rubbing mine, her lips letting out little moans. I find myself distracted thinking about that in everything I do, while I’m cooking or eating, while I’m in the studio, with the guys, cleaning, or literally just laying awake at night thinking about her. The bathroom of our dorm has been very busy lately, not gonna lie, she is all I can think about. Its hurts that I can´t see her every day because of my schedule, but I gonna see her tonight and I cannot wait.

Y/N POV

A few days have gone by since that night, and all I can think about is Lou. I keep daydreaming of what it would be like to have him inside me, moaning in my ear, squeezing my flesh…ok that’s enough. I need to focus, because thanks to all these thoughts I have been washing a lot more of my underwear than any other clothes lately. I’m gonna see him tonight, and maybe who knows, maybe tonight is the night.

Y/N POV

Lou arrives late at night as per usual, he greats me with a kiss like always but it feels different this time, the kiss was longer and more passionate than usual, you know…those kisses that leave you breathing a little heavier after. And in general, you feel like there is a heavier mood around the room, like, dense, but I ignore it. We order dinner and start our nightly ritual of eating and watching a movie. While we have dinner, we talk about our day and just regular stuff, but with these glares he gives me, I finally figure out what this dense mood I feel is, its sexual tension. You can feel the sexual tension in the air like fog, this boy wants action tonight, and you know what? He´s gonna get it.

We finish our dinner and move to the couch to watch a movie; we start cuddling like usual, me slightly on top of him resting on his chest and his arms around me, but the dense fog of sexual tension is still there. I look up at him and smile looking for some clue, but he just gives me a side smile with a kiss on my forehead. So I look back at the TV and continue the movie, but then I feel his hand slowly lower from my upper back to my lower back where my skin is showing because of my crop top and I feel his thumb draw a little heart between my Venus’s dimples which send shivers all over my body. I look up at him and we stare at each other’s eyes for like 5 seconds looking for permission, and we join our lips on a profound kiss. My hands are around his neck and his hands are all around me, we continue kissing for a few minutes with hot and heavy breathing before I break the kiss to look straight into his eyes again and tell him:

Y/N: Lou…can you make love to me tonight?

Lou´s pupils dilate with hunger and just nods lightly before joining his lips with mine once again. He stands up with me on top of him and we stumble across the room on the way to my bed while his hands rumble across my body in desperation. Oh my god, this is finally happening.

The back of my knees feel the edge of the bed and Lou lays on top of me as we continue kissing frantically. For a second Lou break the kiss and with heavy breathing he looks at me asks:

Lou: Are you sure you wanna do this?

Y/N: Im sure…

And I pull him back to me kissing him anxiously, I run my tongue lightly through his bottom lip and bite it softly, making him let out a little grunt from the back of his throat. Which was the drop that spilled the glass, I was soaking wet and ready for him.

The make out session became a little more rough, I could feel ALL the weight of his body all over me and then some…I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling his pelvis in between my legs and feeling his bulge press against me as he starts to grind driving me crazy making me moan out loud. His hands move up to my hair and his lips move down to my neck, down my cleavage, placing wet kisses all over my chest. He sit up a bit to lift my shit off and down a bit to take my bottoms too, after he strips me off my clothes he stays at the edge of the bed just staring, and I start to feel shy and he notices.

Lou: You´re perfect

He leans down on me again kissing me painfully slow from my stomach up to my now very exposed breasts. You could se my hard nipples through the lace of the bra, and he is just over them basically breathing on them, he places his mouth over my nipple and starts playing with it over the fabric making me feel electricity. I tilt my head back to the bed and just enjoy the moment, but then he starts softly biting on my nub making me moan and squirm of pleasure. I put my hand on the back of his head to pull him closer to me at the same time he bites a little bit harder making me pull a fistful of his hair, which he moans to the motion. At this point I’m kind surprised because this boy lowkey kinky, and I live for it.

He leads the kisses downtown and continues kissing me over the wet fabric of the underwear, he runs his hands along my legs until he reaches the sides of my panties to pull them down. Instinctively I try to close my legs on his face, but he stops them by putting his palms on both my knees and spreading them wide open.

Lou: Oh my god, you´re perfect, you´re so wet

He starts sliding his hands through the outside of my thighs as he starts going down on me, slowly licking, and caressing my pussy. Giving kitten lick on my clit making me whimper, slowly making his lick bigger and bigger on my clit warming me up for the main event.

Y/N: Oh my god Lou!

I start moaning and arching my back as he is sucking at my clit like as if it was a tiny cherry flavored lollipop. My moaning just encouraged him more to keep going because he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me closer to his face to the point my legs are at his back and his mouth is at my entrance inserting his tongue in and out scooping my juices out for him as I’m curving my back in ecstasy. I’m moaning to loud at this point, I have to cover my mouth, but I feel a hand from underneath uncovering my hand from my mouth.

Lou: Don´t stop, I love hearing you scream for me

He picks up the pace and its getting me closer, I’m a moaning mess, my body was reacting by its own, I wasn’t in control any more, was I ever in control with Lou? I start to feel my stomach knot up, you feel yourself getting tighter and tighter, your legs start to shake and close on Lou´s face, but he keeps them open with his arms as you cum on his mouth, drinking everything from you.

Lou: Oh my god, you taste delicious

Lou incorporated himself and started to take his clothes off right in front of me, I was already a breathless mess by just climaxing, now seeing him strip is another type of high. He starts to take off his shirt and you´re blown away just like the day you saw him for the first time, he was just perfection. Then he proceeds to take off his pants to release his hard cock from his boxers, he starts to stroke it as he looks at me, and I can see his jaw clench and his arm muscles tense and release with every stroke.

Lou: You like what you see?

He asks with a smirk on his face as I, apparently, was staring at IT all this time. I just couldn’t stop imagining how his size was just perfect to stretch me open and fill every bit of my insides.

Y/N: I love what I’m seeing…

I said trying to be smooth. He smirk again and starts to crawl over me again, looking straight into my eyes, he positions himself right over me but a few inches away, so I move my hips a little closer to have him right at my entrance. I started to open my mouth to say something, but he started to enter in me before I could say anything, what was I gonna say anyways? Who know? All I knew was that Lou was finally inside me, and without breaking eye contact he started thrusting in an out of me. I move my legs around his waist to give him more access, I want to feel all of him, with every thrust I can feel him stretching me open, and all of a sudden he stops and rests his head on my neck, I was confused and wanted to ask him to please keep moving, but I realized, he was already close, if I asked him to keep moving he was gonna cum and this was gonna be over very soon, so I just cupped him by his cheeks and started kissing him with all the love I have for him.

His breathing intensified as he is trying not to move, but just feeling his cock throb inside me made me quiver, and I cant stand it any longer, I just need him to move and fuck the shit out of me.

Y/N: Lou…please…move

Lou starts to move faster and faster each time, you can hear him moan in your ear, it’s like hearing an angel sing with a very deep voice, I want more of that, so I start pushing my hips at his compass with every thrust.

Y/N: Oh my god Lou, it feels amazing!

I cry out, with every thrust you feel a spark starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

Lou: You´re amazing baby, you feel so amazing, taking me all in, swallowing… me… all… in…

His thrust started to slow down, and I feel him getting harder and bigger inside of me as I start to get tighter around him. He buries his face in my neck again, occasionally biting and sucking at my soft skin, probably gonna have marks later.

Y/N: L…Lou…i´m gonna…

Lou: I know baby I know, you´re getting so tight, cum for me

I tried to warn him, but I feel myself snapping into a million pieces. He picks up the pace and starts circling his thumb around my clit, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging onto him as hard as I can, I feel my core bursting making me moan like crazy as I’m seeing his name in starts.

Lou: FUUCK!

He moans as he comes with me, riding my orgasm like a wave. He stays inside me while I continue shaking, he moves some hair from my face and kisses me tiredly but passionately. He pulls out gently and you can feel the your juices combined pour out of you, he lays next to me and pulls me onto his chest, laying on top of him he wraps us in the blanket, hugging him I can get a scent of his cologne and his sweat, the perfect combination to make my endorphins act up.

Lou: Y/N, I love you

Y/N: I love you too

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Patton’s Perfect Family- Chapter 15- An Addition to the Family

Masterpost

TW: watching someone, kidnapping, intrusive thoughts, spider mention, death mention, drugging, knife, stabbing

written with @wittlevirgilsanders

Patton peeked out from behind building where he was watching Remus. He didn't have the time to get closer to Remus like the others. He'd just have to depend on his connection to Roman.

He had a little bit of a plan. It was certainly not set up the way he had it before. It wasn't even fully thought through! But he didn't have much of a choice. He couldn't let Remus destroy the family he had worked so hard to get together.

He would do whatever he had to to keep that from happening.

"Remus, was it right?" The man turned around to face Patton. He still had the posters in his hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry, who are you?" He looked down, seeing the poster in Patton's hand.

"Sorry, I probably should have called, I just remembered seeing you near here and I figured it would stupid to call when I knew where you were."

"Oh, that's alright! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, um," Patton gestured for Remus to follow him, leading him to a more separated place before turning around quickly and pulling the knife from under the poster. "Shhh," Patton whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "Don't yell, ok?" Remus' eyes widened at the knife.

"What are you doing?" Remus started to back away.

"Don't move. I don't want to have to hurt you Remus." Patton moved closer and grabbed Remus' arm. "Just walk with me, m'kay? We're gonna go to my car." He started to pull Remus towards the opposite side of the street.

"Firefly is the opposite of waterfall." Remus blurts out, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.

"What?" Confusion crossed Patton's face.

"Uh, spiders aren't able to chew. They insert their poison fluid into their victims body until it melts off, then they just suck it."

"Stop it."

"3 days after you die the enzymes that digest food start to digest you."

"Stop that!" Patton was starting angry.

"Dead people can still get goosebumps! The first sense that usually goes when you die is sight."

"Shut up Remus!" Patton turned to Remus, the knife dug into his stomach. "Shut. Up. Now come on." Patton's fingers dug into Remus' arm.

"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?"

"That's not your problem right now." He said it to Remus like he was talking to a five year old. "We're just gonna go for a quick ride! Well, for you it's gonna be quick. It's actually really long. I guess it needs to be, that is the point!" They reached a pastel blue colored car. Patton opened the door. "Now, get in the car."

"Why should I? You're probably just going to kill me anyway! Why should I make it any easier for you?" Patton seemed to think that was funny.

"I'm not going to kill you Remus! You wanna see your brother don't you? I'm taking you to see him. Now, come on. Get in the car." Patton gestured toward the door. Remus reluctantly stepped into the car. Patton closed the door and slipped the knife back into his pocket. He got into the front and started the car. Pressing the button to start the gas in the backseat. He sincerely hoped he would never have to use this again.

Patton pulled up to the driveway and checked the back to make sure Remus was still asleep before getting out. He carried Remus in, grabbing something from the passenger seat.

Logan was still locked in the bedroom. The cameras said he had stopped pounding on the door an hour ago. Which was good! Patton didn't need his bunny accidentally hurting himself.

He set Remus on the couch before heading over to the bedroom door and unlocking it. Logan had, at some point fallen asleep. He was probably exhausted, especially after all that yelling. His bunny was so worried about him! Honestly, it was adorable. Patton shook Logan awake, his eyes widening when he noticed Patton had come back.

"I-Patton! You're back! Did- did you really...?"

"Really what, bunny?"

"Did you really," Logan paused, trying to phrase it without upsetting Patton, "take Remus?"

"Mhm! He's in the living room now! But never mind that, I have something for you! Just give me one minute to get it!" Patton kissed Logan on the nose before leaving, coming back with a giant bear. "Here!" he set the bear in Logan's lap. It was a pastel blue with stars all over it. "Do you like it? I was trying to find something for you! As a reward, for helping me figure out what to do with Remus, and I saw this in the store window! And it looked perfect! With the stars and the blue, I thought you might like it!"

"I- um, Thank you, Patton. It's... nice. What are you going to do with Remus?"

"Take him downstairs of course! I figure Roman might like to see his brother. And he has to go down at some point. He certainly can't stay up here, I'd much rather it be just us!" Patton pulled Logan up from the bed, "Come on!" Patton grabs Logans hand and pulls him to the living room where Remus was still asleep. It was still shocking to Logan that Patton had taken Remus.

A whining came from the side of the room and that's when Logan noticed the crate. "What's that?" Logan asked, pointing at the crate.

"Oh! I forgot about them! Poor baby, I didn't mean to leave you in there all day!" Patton opened the crate and out came a dog. "They're a gift! For Virgil! He's been having so many nightmares recently, I thought it might be nice to have a puppy around, maybe she can help with the nightmares." Patton pet the dog for a minute.

"Here! Why don't you play with her for a minute while I go get Remus situated. Just don't ruin the surprise, I wanna show him later!"

Patton picked Remus up and took him downstairs and set him on the couch. "Family meeting! Everyone out here please!" Virgil and Damien poked their heads out first noticing Remus. Roman took a minute longer to come.

"Well, here's the newest-" Patton is cut off by Roman charging towards him.

"What the hell!" Roman shoved Patton back against the wall and attempted to hit him before he felt a stabbing pain. Looking down he noticed Patton's hand still around a knife that was currently lodged in his stomach. His mouth fell open in shock, staring down at the blood slowly seeping into his shirt and onto Patton's. A noise of surprise left his mouth and he stumbled back slightly.

Patton pulls his hand back, dislodging the knife in the process and dropping it on the ground. Almost robotically, he pushed Roman into his room quickly and took Remus in the room, quickly setting him down on the bed. He left and grabbed the knife to head back downstairs, leaving the two still stunned kids downstairs.

He decided to clean up the knife, ignoring Logan's questions about the yelling when he came back. He slipped it back into the block and went back down, telling Logan to stay upstairs when he tried to follow.

Patton's breathing quickened as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Seeing Damien and Virgil's fear when he came down, the blood on the floor where he'd stabbed Roman, there was blood on his shirt.

He walked over to Damien and Virgil. Virgil backed away as far as he could while Damien just froze.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- to hurt your uncle Roman. He just- just came towards me. I didn't know what to do. Please forgive me. I promise I'll try and help him as best as I can. I'm so, so sorry."

"Of course I forgive you dad."

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So This Is Christmas - A Bughead Secret Santa Fic

Here is my Bughead Secret Santa Fic/Gift for @madsinwonderland (or mysweetjughead)! I hope you like it!!! Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you and your family! 🎄⛄🎅🦌💋

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Twas the morning of christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... well, except for the twins inside the Jones house. Fresh snow had fallen the night before, insuring a white christmas for all the residents in the sleepy town of Riverdale. In a newly renovated home, just on the Southside of town, two little girls lay awake, waiting to hear Santa Clause come to deliver their gifts.

“Do you think Santa has come yet, Maggie?” Seven year old Juliet Jones whispered in the darkness of early morning to her twin sister, Margeret. Maggie looked down at her sister from the top bunk, her green doe-eyes wide in wonder and a grin splitting her face.

“Should we go check?” Maggie asked her sister in a hushed whisper, excited to be able to unwrap her gifts. She had not heard Santa come yet but he may have came and they just didn’t know it. When she thought about it for a moment longer though, she chewed her bottom lip and said, “What if Momma catches us, Jules? I don’t want to get in trouble.” 

“We won’t, silly! We will be super quiet and then no one will catch us, I promise! Come on, let’s go see if Santa came!” Momma and Daddy are probably still asleep anyway so they will never know if we stay quiet, Juliet thought slyly. Her Aunt Jelly had told her that if she waited up long enough that she was sure to catch Santa when he came and Juliet was determined to catch him this year. 

The two girls snuck out of their bunk beds quietly and made sure to creep past their little brother’s room so as not to wake the toddler. They crept up to their parents door and pressed their ears against it to listen. They didn’t hear anything from inside so they figured they were in the clear. 

They both grinned and tip-toed away from the door, both confident that they would catch a glimpse of Santa in the act. As they approached the stairs, they heard faint sounds and talking coming from downstairs and both got excited and snuck further down the hall to see if Santa was here.

*    *    *

Betty Jones was busy tucking the remainder of her children’s presents under the tree while her husband finished off the milk and cookies they had laid out in a hurry before the kids could see him. She rubbed her slightly rounded belly, feeling their fourth child squirming and dancing around as if she were a dancer in a ballet. She felt content in this moment and turned to watch her husband enjoy the cookies she and her daughters baked earlier that day. 

“I swear, I think your daughter is trying to dance to the ‘Sugar Plum Fairies’ on my bladder right now,” Betty chuckled at him as Jughead looked up at her in confusion before grinning as he swallowed a mouth full of chocolate chip cookie. 

“What?” he asked as he brushed cookie crumbs off his shirt, a sheepish look on his face. Betty giggled and stepped closer to him, wiping the milk mustache off his face. She sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Your daughter is wide awake right now,” Betty said with a grin. Jughead laughed and wrapped an arm around his wife, placing his other hand on her belly to feel the flutters of the baby’s kicks against his palm.

“So she is, Betts. She will make an adorable Sugar Plum Fairy when she is old enough, I just know it.” He smiled at his wife, peaking kisses all over her face as she giggled.

“You know, if the girls see that you ate Santa’s cookies and milk we will both have some explaining to do, right?” Betty arched her brow and gave him a mocking stern look.

“I know, but they are still asleep. Speaking of which... Since everything is all done, what do you say we go spend the rest of the morning in bed? Just the two of us,” Jughead rasped, running his hand up the back of her pajama shirt as Betty gave him a knowing look. He cupped her cheek and kissed her passionately. Betty ran her hands into his hair, opening her mouth to allow him to explore with his tongue. Suddenly, she heard a shriek from the stairs leading to the second floor that startled them both.

“Ewwwww!!!” Betty pulled back and stood up to see her twins standing on the stairs with sour looks on their faces. She heard Jughead chuckle before stepping behind her and placing a kiss on her cheek as they faced their kids.

“Now girls, what are you two doing up so early?” Jughead asked firmly. Jughead didn’t often use ‘Daddy Voice’ but when he did, the girls knew he meant business. Maggie and Juliet stared at each other for a moment before turning back to their parents, both with wide, fearful eyes.

“We...um, we-,” Maggie began, stuttering and trying to find an acceptable excuse until she was interrupted by her sister before she could even finish her sentence.

“Maggie wanted to see if Santa came!” Juliet exclaimed, firmly placing all the blame on her ‘older’ sister. Maggie placed her hands on her hips and turned to face Juliet, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. She couldn’t believe that her sister would try to blame her for them sneaking downstairs when it was her idea to begin with. How rude! Maggie thought angrily. 

“No. I. Didn’t! It was your idea in the first place, Jules, so stop lying!” She shouted at her sister, not caring if the whole neighborhood heard her protests. 

“I’m not lying! Momma, she’s lying, not me!” The girls then started arguing back and forth loudly when a sudden cry came from above. Betty placed her forehead in her palm and blew out a frustrated huff before addressing her daughters. 

“Girls! It’s six o’clock in the morning and your shouting has just woken up your brother! Stop fighting right this minute!” Betty scolded them. 

Both girls hung their heads and murmured apologies to their mother, their hands behind their backs and both looking every bit as shameful as they felt for shouting. Betty sighed - feeling bad that she had fussed at them, especially on Christmas - walked up to them and lifted their chins. She sighed again when she saw the tears in their eyes before looking at Jughead, who just shrugged in return. 

“Hey, why don't you guys go downstairs with Daddy while I go get Holden and then Momma can make your breakfast before we open presents. How does that sound?” Betty said softly as she rubbed the girls shoulders, hoping to let them know she wasn’t angry. 

“Ok, Momma!” The girls shouted in unison, smiling and happily skipping down the stairs to where their father waited for them. 

Jughead gave them a smile too and kissed each girl on the forehead before he spoke gently, whispering to them but knowing very well that Betty could hear him. “What do you girls say to some milk and cookies while Daddy reads you The Polar Express?” 

The girls cheered quietly and jumped up and down at the suggestion. Jughead blew Betty a kiss and took the girls to the kitchen to retrieve their snacks.

Betty shook her head and laughed lightly at her little family before turning to go upstairs to get her son. She walked into his room to find him sitting in his toddler bed, his knit beanie askew on his dark curls as he wailed and clutched his stuffed puppy. Betty walked over to him and dried his cheeks as he held his arms up for her. 

“Hey Denny Boy, it’s ok. You don’t need to cry anymore, Momma's here. I’ve got you, little man,” Betty whispered as she reached down to pick him up, letting Hot Dog drop to the mattress. 

Holden nuzzled into his mother’s neck, sniffling and clinging to her tightly in his frightened half awake state. Betty began to sing him a christmas tune, hoping that maybe she could get him back to sleep for at least a few more hours.

“I'll be home for Christmas, you can plan on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree,” Betty gently swayed her son as she danced slowly around the room, her melodic voice filling the quiet room. She could already feel his body going limp, comforted by the sound of his mother’s voice. She continued to sing for a few more minutes, happy to just hold her child to her.

“Christmas Eve will find you, where the love light gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams. Yes, I’ll be home for Christmas, if on-ly in...my dreams.” Betty laid her now sleeping toddler back onto his bed, still humming the tune to make sure he stayed asleep. She brushed the stray curls from his forehead before kissing him gently and covering him up.

As Betty started to close his door she smiled and sang once more, just barely above a whisper. “Yes, I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.”

Betty closed the door quietly and walked back downstairs to find Jughead and their girls fast asleep on the couch, the half-read book propped against his chest as Juliet curled on one side of him and Maggie curled up on the other side. 

She grabbed the fleece throw blanket off the back of her favorite chair and spread it out over them. Betty grinned and tears pricked her eyes as she felt their newest daughter, Persephone, kicking her gently to let Betty know she was still awake.

Betty rubbed her belly as she smiled down it and whispered, “Little Persie, looks like it’s just you and me, kid. What'd you say we go make the family breakfast, huh? I’ll even sneak us some extra bacon. What do you say kid?” 

Just then, Persie gave her a swift kick and Betty chuckled. “Yep, you are a true Jones, baby girl.”

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Head Over Heels

03. Changes

Samira’s POV

1 year ago...

“Samira-”

“Fuck off, Javi!” I barked, slamming the door in his face. I was fuming, struggling to get the leash off of my dog’s collar. Imagine this: you’re going to get coffee before work and take your dog for a walk…. just to find your boyfriend tonguing down another girl in the park.

“Hey, hey now...what’s goin’ on here?!” My roommate Brazil asked loudly, her arms crossed defensively. Her girlfriend (also my best friend), Kelly, appeared behind her with a bat.

“Jesus, babe!” Brazil exclaimed as she scurried between us and looked into the peep hole.

“Javi?!” She shouted.

“Kellz? Tell Samira to come here, right now!” Javi ordered.

“Nigga what?!” Brazil snapped, twisting her face in disgust. “He just… Did he really just fucking say that?!”

“Wait- what happened?!” Kelly voiced.

“I was walking Masego and then I checked my phone, and when I look up from my fucking phone, he’s goddamn kissing some fucking rando at fucking Greenleaf!” I sobbed, hot tears running down my face.

“Shit…” Brazil mouthed.

“Go away, Javi!” I yelled.

“Samira, please! Lemme explain-”

“Explain what, bro?!-” I snapped. I was beyond pissed. I was shaking. Brazil came to my side, rubbing small circles into my back as tears continued to fall.

“OK! Maybe you should go, man. Just for a little bit.” She said, cautioning him.

“I’m calling Honey.” Kelly whispered to her beloved as she put the phone to her ear. She patted my shoulder as she moved into the kitchen off to the side so she could hear better.

“Mira! Why won’t you talk to me?!” I could hear him holler.

“Do you seriously have to ask me that shit?!”

“Baby she was NOTHING!”

“And that’s some bullshit if I ever heard it-” Just then, Kelly appeared, linking her arm in mine.

“He’s on the way with Wonho and Shownu.” She told us quickly.

“Alright, Javi, bounce bro! Jooheon is on the way with the boiiz and I definitely don’t want you to catch that kinda ass whooping cuz we cool man-” Brazil warned.

“You think I give a fuck about two chink ass muh’fuckers-” he snapped, banging on the door. Startled, Kelly raised her bat.

“Bro you’re deadass being DUMB- get the FUCK outta there! They on they way-”

“BRUH ION GIVE A FUCK!” Javi interrupted her. I looked into the peephole and he was turning red in the face; muscles straining and veins popping from his everywhere. His brows sewn to the middle as he paced in front of the door.

“That muh’fucker better give a fuck.” Kelly mumbled.

“Hell yeah. I’m not tryna be on the receiving end of Wonho’s any fucking thing…..except-” I began with a raised eyebrow.

“Girl that’s all of us. Even me. And I like vaginas!” Brazil joked, breaking the tension. We shared a brief laugh before I shook my head slowly into tears.

“I just don’t understand….. What did I do?” I bawled. I was truly at a loss for words. I was speechless. I gave Javi….everything. He was my first love, he took my virginity, he gave me a promise ring and swore in front of a room of people that he’d replace it with an engagement ring. I let myself be unequivocally me with him…. and he played me… for who? After a few moments of me crying my heart out in front of the girls, there was a jumble of voices outside the door.

“Ayo what’s good H-”

“Shut up.” I heard Jooheon’s voice interrupt and a light thump from the sound of a fist colliding with a jaw. There was a knock at the door and when Kelly opened up, standing there alone was Jooheon, cradling his injured fist. I ran to the doorway to look down the hall and see Javi being carried away by both Shownu and Wonho’s massive builds. “Are you ok?” He asked me softly, reaching out for me. Without a word, I ran into his arms and just stayed there for a while, crying. He hushed my tears and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head.

Two Months Later….

There was a knock on my bedroom door but I didn’t answer. “Mira?” I heard Jooheon’s voice say from the other side. My heart jerked but I was too sad to move. “A bunch of us are going to the noraebang in Korea Town…. Wonho and Shownu are going and Maura’s just come from the airport….and your sister, Lydia is in town… she wants to see you, too…” he said trying his best to make me feel better. I huffed.

“Do I have to?” I groaned.

“Absolutely not, peanut, but we’d love it if you did…. I want you there too.” Jooheon said. I laid there and pondered it. It’s been a while now….. I couldn’t be this way forever. Javi made his choice and I needed to move on… I stood up and opened the door just enough to peek through.

“Will I get to sing La-Di-Da-Di?” I asked quite hopefully. Because who doesn’t like singing Mindless Self Indulgence?

“I’ll even make sure you have backup vocals. And I could beatbox if you'd like.” His eyes softened and he gave me the sweetest smile.

“I suppose I could make myself presentable….” I sighed. And with that I turned around to go grab a jacket and a pair of duck boots.

We parked on the street and he fed the meter before taking off down the street. After walking a block, we stopped at a building with a colorfully lit doorway. “Ladies first.” Jooheon smirked, giving a dramatized bow. I popped him on the back of the head playfully and walked down the illuminated staircase. We greeted the owner and Jooheon led me to the room they rented. When we arrived, I could hear them already singing Livin’ On A Prayer at the top of their lungs.The door opened and there was Wonho and Kelly singing loudly and terribly. Just two stepping and playing the tambourine, everyone around the room clapping and cheering them on. Brazil noticed me enter and the biggest smile appeared on her face as she came to hug me.

“I’m so glad you came….” she told me as she gently squeezed me. Shownu’s gentle but stoic face displayed for once a smile. He opened his long arms to me from the red leather couch.

“Come here, booger.” He said sweetly and I ran to jump into his lap, curled up in his embrace as he rocked me to the rhythm of the music. When I looked over, sitting next to him with her arms crossed and a nervous expression was my sister, Lydia.

“Hey, sis.” She said with a small smile.

“Dia. Hi.” I said in surprise.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Javi…” she said looking down. “Really I am.”

“I’m not…. he didn’t want me anymore and he wasn’t man enough to say so.” I said in a stale tone as I slid off on Shownu’s lap to sit between them.

“I’m glad to hear you’re ok.” He said patting my head.

“Oh no, I’m on the verge of killing myself but I don’t wanna die yet. I refuse to let him be the reason that I leave this earth. I….refuse…” Tears began to spill past the barrier as my friends’ song came to an end and the others came rushing to me. Kelly sat in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, sobbing as I sobbed. But then I began to laugh. “Hey now!” I said looking around at the red and blubbering mugs around me. “Y’all look like shit! And red and….wet faced and…” My eyes ghosted over them all and landed on Jooheon. His eyes were red and swollen and he wiped his tears away with a sleeve. “Like someone kicked your puppy! I’m gonna be fine. I promise.” I reassured everyone except myself. Would I be fine? I didn’t know what to do with myself now. Everywhere I went reminded me of him…

“How about a song to cheer you up?” Wonho asked in his gentle but deep voice. Paired with that sweet smile of his, I couldn’t say no. And with that, we commenced karaoke night.

An hour or so passed and I was beginning to lose my voice from screaming and singing and laughing so much. I was having a great time for the first time in a while. I looked around at my friends faces and they were all drunk and happy. All except my Lydia. It wasn’t like her to not participate in karaoke. At any event. She seemed stuck in a way. Like she was nervous to make a decision. And she stayed buried in her phone, texting. I chewed my bottom lip and walked over to sit by her side. “Hiya sis!” I exclaimed with a flop on the couch. She looked startled and suddenly became flustered.

“Samira! Hi! I was looking for you…” she mumbled. I side eyed her a bit.

“I was...standing right in front of you basically… The room’s not that big.” I stated, awkwardly.

“Oh! So you were…” she trailed off and began fidgeting with her fingers. Something was wrong…

“Are you ok?” I asked her as the fear of something bad sat in my chest.

“Is there any way we can talk outside?” She asked me. I stared at her with empty eyes as I nodded and we both left for the hall without notice. But I’m sure they saw.

When I closed the door, the loud music thumped a muted bass line on the other side. Lydia pushed her long, wavy brown hair behind her ear and cleared her throat, taking a deep breath afterwards. She pulled the sleeves of her long orange cardigan over her hands and crossed her arms, staring at the ground. “What did you wanna talk about?” I asked. She sat back in her hips and held her head high as she looked at me to speak.

“Well… Samira. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just come out with it…..” she began in a shaky voice. I frowned, knitting my brows together tightly and flaring my nostrils. My heart was beating faced and my fists clenched up as I prepared to hear the news. “I…. I….” Her lips began to tremble and she seemed to cease breathing. “It was me.”

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“It…. it was me… Javi was kissing me at the park. It was me, Samira….” she said hanging her head, tears dripping onto the floor. I wasn’t sad as much as I was angry. I had so much rage boiling inside me that I was shaking; I couldn’t speak properly. I was just a stuttering mess.

“Y-You….” I lifted a shaky finger to point at her, stammering.

“Mira, I’m sorry…. I’m so so sorry-” And like a switch, I almost became someone else. My hand grabbed a fistful of her sewn in hair and threw her to the floor, screaming. I don’t know what happened in the next two minutes. But when I came to, Wonho was holding me by the waist, suspending above the ground; kicking and screaming and yelling. My hands hurt and my eyes burned. My sister was on the floor, disheveled and shaky, crying. Her lip was bleeding and she had a few marks on her face that Shownu was looking at and tending to. Kelly was in front of me trying to grab my attention as Wonho dragged me away, Jooheon standing between us all looking at us in shock.

“Calm down, booger-” Wonho said in a hushed tone, restraining me like a wild animal with rabies.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“OOOOKAY!!!! Honey! Close out the tab, karaoke is done. Now!” Kelly barked, following Wonho as he carried me out. “And meet me at the crib.”

Author’s Note:

I hope you guys aren’t disappointed yet. There is a part two of this chapter coming soon. Pls keep reading 🥰

#joe gilgun fanfic #joe gilgun #joseph gilgun #rudy wade x reader #rudy wade #cassidy x reader #proinsias cassidy x reader #proinsias cassidy

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter 2

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, some background Ruby/Aasim

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

 The rest of her classes had gone by relatively quick. It was Friday, after all. Nobody was all that interested in doing their work.

Violet's lunch period was the only one where time went slow, as she took her tray out to the courtyard and sat down between Aasim and Louis.

        “Where’s Clem?” Louis asked, mouth grossly full. He looked towards Violet, who shrugged, and looked across him to see a disgusted Ruby.

“You can’t even close your mouth long enough to eat, huh?” Ruby chided, jabbing her chopsticks towards Louis for emphasis, before shoving a bunch of noodles into her mouth. Louis rolled his eyes, then started chewing as loudly as he could.

     Ruby huffed and crossed her arms before turning her attention towards Violet. "Welp, I'm just gonna have to cross my fingers that he's got his manners with him at Clem's little hootenanny."

Violet looked up from the soupy school mashed potatoes she had been poking with her fork. "You're not going?"

       Ruby shook her head, cheeks full of noodles. She lightly kicked Aasim's leg under the table, and he jerked his head up from his book, angry until he saw it was Ruby. She gestured towards the food in her mouth and pulled the invitation out of her pocket.

"Ohhh, Rube has a mandatory shift at the hospital she's volunteering at," Aasim droned, his eyes immediately darting back to the book he was into. "I'm pretty sure Brody's going, though."

     "That makes four." Violet noted, taking a bite of her sandwich. "It'll be nice to 3v1 your asses at Smash." She said, with a smug tone, watching Louis gasp out of the corner of her eye.

"Some harsh words from a King K. Rool main," Louis muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear. Violet angrily chewed, keeping eye contact with Louis before swallowing and raising her middle finger.

      "I bet you're wondering why I'm not going," Marlon spoke up from the end of the table, causing Violet to roll her eyes instinctively. "Well, I was invited, but I'm not gonna be there because of her little terror of a brother."

"Are you openly admitting to being afraid of a tot?" Louis chuckled, putting down his tray to cradle his chin and look at Marlon try to defend himself.

        "That kid's a fucking demon, man." Marlon's voice rose, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes in recollection. “We ump their game for free, and he was killing it so I went up to tell him how good he was doing and kid fucking elbows me in the nuts.” 

The lunch table erupted into laughter as Marlon pouted and sulked. “Wasn’t funny. Kid didn’t even apologize, just ran off.”

     “I like this kid already.” Violet mused, before dumping her tray into the garbage and throwing her backpack over the shoulder. Louis was trying his best not to laugh, and was failing miserably, doubled over and wheezing. “Gotta motor. See you guys later.”

Violet lazily threw her backpack down as soon as she slammed the front door to her trailer behind her. With a groan, she flopped down onto her mattress and covered her face with her hands. 

     After a couple minutes of quietly sulking, she flipped onto her side, eyes landing on her worn, raggedy old bunny plush. She swiftly reached out and grabbed it, holding it to her chest while she mulled over her thoughts.

         Why did I say I'd go? What was I thinking?

Clementine's eyes, crinkled upwards at the ends while she was smiling at her, filled her mind. How soft and low her voice had gotten when Violet showed hesitation about going. The feeling of her hand tight around hers, with pleading puppy-dog eyes that almost rivaled Louis' when he needed to copy notes.

        Violet sighed, before setting the plush back down on it's established spot on her pillow.

"Thumper, I think I'm fucked." Violet whispered to herself, tracing her fingers across the rugged toy she held so close to her heart.

       It was a gift from her grandmother. Her first stuffed animal, a comfort object that brought her warmth and comfort while her mother was absent. In some old photo album, there was a picture of her cradling it as a baby, even bigger than her at the time.

It was the only constant in her life. The only thing that stayed. She couldn’t imagine sleeping without it in her arms.

    Her reminiscing was cut off by her phone vibrating noisily on the floor. Irritated, she looked down at it and scooped it up in her hands.

            Incoming FaceTime from Pain in My Ass.

Violet rolled her eyes before picking up the call, immediately getting a look at Louis with a bright green, chunky face mask on.

      “Holy shit, Shrek?” Violet snorted, earning a glare and a middle finger from Louis. “Whats up?”

Louis rolled his eyes before pulling his hair back into a bulky ponytail. “You never did let me copy your English work. There’s an extension though, so gimme.”

     Violet huffed before pulling her backpack onto her mattress, and dug through her belongings. She hauled her English binder out and started rummaging through it. “Found it.”

She tried her best to focus the camera on the sheet, failing miserably as her hands couldn’t stop shaking. “Shit, I’ll just text it to you.”

      “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m on my way over.” Before Violet could process anything, the call cut off and she just now noticed the mess all around her.

She’d been trying to find any socially acceptable pair of pajamas for the party, but her wardrobe mostly consisted of torn old tee shirts that were too stain-ridden to incorporate into her actual clothes.

      Violet quickly made up her mattress as well as she could, hiding Thumper under her pillow. She tried her best to throw out all the empty beer bottles that were scattered across the floor, and was almost done when there was an impatient, loud knock on her front door.

She froze, the bottle falling out of her hands and onto the rug. She took a sigh of relief at the fact that it didn’t break, and kicked it under the couch. “Hold on!”

     “Guess the song.” Louis cheerfully sang out from the other side of the door, before knocking in a noisily and unrecognizable manner.

“Uhh.. Jingle Bells?” Violet guessed, before turning and opening the door to a very jubilant Louis.

“What? No. It’s Bohemian Rhapsody,” Louis snorted, before throwing himself down on the couch. Violet winced as the bottle rolled out from under it and quickly reached down to grab it. Louis pretended not to notice, digging through his backpack. “You always say that.”

       Violet shrugged before heading over to her section, and picking up her backpack. “Someday, I’ll be right.” She called over her shoulder. Louis suddenly appeared behind her, more interested in the huge pile of clothes that was thrown around all over Violet’s room.

“Uhh, what happened here?” Louis gestured towards her room as a whole, to which Violet shyly crossed her arms, letting her shaggy hair fall in front of her face. 

     “Couldn’t find a good set of PJs for the party.” Violet sighed, letting herself flop down next to the mountain of old tee shirts. Louis leaned against the doorway, observing the mess from a distance.

“Hey, where’s that onesie I gave you? I’m bringing mine.” Louis knelt down and started digging through drawers, giving an “aha!” when he grabbed onto the purple fabric, pulling it out of the drawer. “C’mon, let’s match.”

      Violet’s expression turned sour as Louis held up the purple footie pajamas with a bunny hoodie, eagerly nodding and shoving it towards her. 

“Oh, absolutely not.” Violet feigned disgust and backed away from him. “Oh, my god. I never noticed it had a tail.”

       Louis shoved the pajamas back towards her, cocking an eyebrow as she continued to refuse. “Ohhh, I get it. You prioritize looking cool and suave in front of Clem over our seven-year long friendship.” Louis mock gasped, quivering his bottom lip dramatically while holding the onesie in his hands.

“You’re such a dummy,” Violet snorted, grabbing the onesie from Louis’ grasp and holding it out in front of her. “I’ll wear it as long as you come through, too.”

   Louis happily squealed as Violet passed him her English forward and started putting away her clothes. She kept seeing Louis glance up at her from the corner of her eye, and rolled her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You didn’t protest,” Violet turned her head to meet Louis’ eyes, cautiousness and amusement in his smile, like he just went through a huge revelation. “You usually get mad when I talk about you and Clem. You didn’t this time.”

      Violet thoughtfully cradled the side of her face, bottom lip forming into a pout. “I’m kinda nervous, Lou.”

She expected some snarky remark or dig at her but instead, she got Louis lowering himself beside her, hesitating before gently putting his arm around her.

       “It’ll be okay, Vi. I promise. It’s just one night. I’ll be there, and so will Brody and Clem.” Louis tried his best to comfort her, and she let herself relax and melt into Louis’ embrace. “The only thing you have to worry about is how you’re gonna defend yourself in front of Clem when I absolutely destroy you at Smash.”

Violet giggled, playfully shoving him aside and rubbing her eyes. With a happy sigh, she tugged on his arm, standing up. “Thanks, Lou. C’mon, I gotta show you this weird ass record I found when I was digging through all my stuff. I think it’s right up your alley.”

#redd writes #this took forever im sorry #twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg aj #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #violentine #violetine #rusim #clementine/violet #violet/clementine #twdg season 4 #skybound games #the walking dead game #the walking dead game season 4

[coffeebeandragon]

Sweet Dreams a TRR AU

This a The Royal Romance sort-of AU. I had an idea for a series and decided to give it a go. Hope you like it!

Chapter 2: Leather

Pairing: MC (Naomi Summers) x Drake, MC x Liam

Word Count: ~2700

Warnings: Mild swearing, NSFW

Tag List: @fluffy-marshmallow-heart, @drakesensworld

Catch up on Chapter 1: Secrets in Paris

LEATHER

“You need to sober up.” Liam put a coffee and some saltines in front of Drake. “We’ll be landing in ten minutes.”

“She could be anywhere.” Drake groaned into his hands. “Paris is a huge city—”

“Not as big as New York” Maxwell chirped from the corner. “And we found her there.”

“That was a one in a million encounter.”

“Little Blossom is one in a million.” Maxwell looked up from the in-flight phone. He had excused himself from conversation to use it, something about ‘urgent matters’. Liam was too distracted to inquire what Maxwell’s definition of ‘urgent’ was. Maxwell went back to muttering into the receiver, so Liam turned his full attention on Drake.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Liam put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder even though Drake tried to shrug it off. “We’re all upset by this—”

“Upset?” Drake took an angry bite out of the crackers, before spitting it out into a napkin. “I’m upset that you’re feeding me this garbage. I’m not upset about Summers, I’m fucking pissed. How could you do that, Li? You were supposed to protect her.”

“I am protecting her.” Liam sighed. “We’ve gone over this, Drake.”

“She’s definitely not safe and now she’s missing and all because Tariq…”

“I know he stepped out of line.”

“You call trying to rape a girl ‘out of line’?” Drake smacked Liam’s hand away from his shoulder, harder this time. “Something could have happened to her! You’re lucky I was there—”

“What do you mean, ‘you were there’?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. She’s gone.”

Drake shot straight out of his seat and slammed the bathroom door. Everything went quiet, until Maxwell popped over to Liam and sat down, looking the most concerned Liam had ever seen him. It would’ve been excruciating, like looking at a puppy getting kicked, but Liam was already getting kicked by his best friend.

“Maxwell… does it…” Liam cleared his throat. “Does it seem like Drake is having an extreme reaction to Lady Naomi’s absence?”

“Ya know, Li…” Maxwell shifted his eyes down. “I think we’re all just really tired, and they’re really close friends you know.”

“Yeah I know.” Liam went over all the events in his brain, trying to remember them together but he couldn’t. He was so focused on the stupid events and getting Naomi to like him that he couldn’t remember anything. “You know I asked him to look after her for me?”

“Why? Didn’t think I was up to the job?”

“It’s not that, Maxwell… It’s just, I don’t know. I have this feeling that maybe this is all my fault.” Liam himself wasn’t even sure was ‘this’ was, but it was starting to feel worse by the second. “I’m sorry to bother you with this. You’ve been great.”

“We’re gonna find her.” Maxwell shoved a couple crackers in his mouth, chewing haphazardly. “Naomi’s smart, she should be easy to find. In fact, I already have a lead.”

***

Naomi woke up a little hungover and more than a little heartbroken. She went over into the living room where Sierra was already nursing Bartie. It was nice to have someone around, some to talk to, after it all. She opened her mouth to speak, but then the phone rang and Sierra yanked up her shirt and handed Naomi the baby, dashing off to the bedroom. Naomi put Bartie in the high chair, played peek-a-boo, got him a bowl of cereal. It was a few minutes before she heard his mother’s footsteps again.

“Who was that on the phone?” Naomi stacked cereal on Bartie’s tray in a little tower. He loved to knock it down and do it all over again. “Bartie keeps destroying my towers. Godzilla baby!”

“No one.” Bartie clapped his hands when his mother strolled back into the kitchen, smiling as usual but with a little crease of worry etched in her forehead. “Do you like scrambled or over-easy?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine.” Naomi ruffled the baby’s hair and stood up quickly. “Do you mind if I use the phone?”

“It’s in the other room.” Sierra waved a spatula over her shoulder. “I’m gonna eat without you if you don’t make it quick. A mama’s gotta eat.”

Naomi didn’t say anything as she slipped into Sierra’s bedroom. A crib, a bed, a dresser— still no family photos. The phone sat on the edge of the nightstand. A perfect picture of Sierra and Bartie smiling at a café, no father at all. Naomi opened the phone to the last called number, listening to it ring in time with her nervous heart.

“The call you have made cannot be completed as dialed.”

“Damn it.” Naomi set the phone down. She was sure she heard Sierra talking to someone. And that weird sound last night, it almost sounded like a man’s voice. Not Drake but familiar. She had definitely heard a ‘Drake’. She could be crazy, but it was even crazier that this woman was letting her stay and she seemed so familiar... What had she said about Cordonia? Everything was starting to get a little muddled. She shouldn’t have done it, but she couldn’t stop. She had to know who Sierra really was.

Flipping open the phone, she scrolled straight down the photos. Baby pictures, memes, everything in order… until she got to the bottom. Sierra, so young and gorgeous, in a baby pink ballgown. She was on a worn-in leather couch, smiling, her cheeks rosy. She knew that couch. She started at the phone until her memories took over. That kiss, then another, then another. A shirt being pulled up ever so slowly…

***

The morning of the Beaumont Bash. The cleaners had cancelled. The help had cancelled. Totally normal, right? Except they were having a party later that day. Maxwell and Bertrand had been arguing nonstop. Naomi tried to focus on cleaning, arranging flowers with Drake, but the shouting got louder and louder.

“Just don’t listen to it.” Drake was pushing stems around. “Hey, I’m getting pretty good at—”

“Dammit, Drake, we need to talk about the other night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned and went to the other vase, but Naomi followed him. “Come on, Summers, we can’t be doing this.”

“We’re talking.” She sidled up to him, purposefully moving closer to him, like she was looking at the flowers. “Totally innocent.”

“Nothing about you is totally innocent…” He turned toward her, his brown eyes boring into hers, his jaw set. She could almost feel the pure want in his eyes, staring into hers. He took a ragged breath and moved his hand to the same stem she was holding. She wanted to press into him, but she couldn’t get any closer without it being obvious. His pinky moved to stroke the inside of her palm, so slowly. Her heartbeat sped up to match his as he breathed out. “Summers, we just can’t—”

“We’re going to the store!” Maxwell burst out of the study and they jumped apart. “Need some more champagne! You know I like to get down!”

“And napkins, Maxwell.” Bertrand trailed him sternly, carefully closing the door behind him and locking it. “We actually need napkins.”

“Need anything while we’re out?” Maxwell grinned at them. “Candy? Condoms?”

“Maxwell!” Bertrand scolded, while both Drake and Naomi blushed at the floor. “That is highly inappropriate!”

“It’s from a movie.” Maxwell frowned. “Get with the times! They know I’m joking.”

“We’re fine, Max.” Naomi tried to fix her face into something casual. “Have fun.”

Maxwell and Bertrand left without another word. Drake had carefully moved himself to the other side of the room, but Naomi trailed after him.

“Hey, did you see that?”

“Us almost getting caught? Yeah, I saw it.” Drake frowned as Naomi smiled mischievously. “Oh god, what’s that look for?”

“Did you see how Bertrand locked the study door? This whole thing is weird, you know?”

“I’m just here to help.”

“You’re here for the free whiskey.” Naomi grinned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the study door. She got down on the ground and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, twisting it to jimmy the lock. “Are you gonna stand there or help me?”

“I’m just here to watch… Uh, keep watch… You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You can admit you like it when I’m on my knees.” She grinned up at him as he blushed, but didn’t say anything. Finally, the door popped and swung open. “Aha! See? Easy!”

“Alright, you first then.” Drake held the door open for her, ushering her inside before clicking it shut. “You’re a real James Bond.”

“Does that make you a Bond girl?” Naomi grinned, before heading over to the bookshelf. “You think they have a secret passageway in here?”

“If Maxwell had his way, then sure.” Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “We probably shouldn’t be in here.”

“We’ll just tell them we got lost. It’s gonna be at least an hour. Shopping with Maxwell is… Let’s just say you would hate it.”

“Heh. You’re probably right…” Drake looked at her again, with those brown eyes. She could feel them on her back even though she couldn’t see him. She knew his eyes were tracing over the back of her. She smiled to herself at the thought. “Hey, Summers…”

She turned back around to realize he was right behind her. She could feel him towering over her, his breath on her ear as he bent to kiss her neck. She felt an electric pulse go through her whole body as his lips met her skin.

“Drake…” Naomi looked up at him through her lashes, at his square jaw, the stubble lining it, his brown eyes, his broad shoulders. She let her hand creep up his arm until her fingers were tracing his Adam’s apple then tangling up in his hair. She licked her lips, feeling his dick press onto her thigh, so hard. His eyes dark with lust. She breathed onto his jaw, the whisper of a kiss. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Summers. More than anything in this world.”

She pushed her lips to his, without thinking, unable to bear another second without his mouth on her. She opened up to him as he explored her mouth, gently biting and sucking on her bottom lip, his hands roaming over her body, over her hips and ass. She moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling him smile through the kiss at the sound. He knew she wanted this. She knew he wanted this.

Without another word, Drake pushed everything on the desk onto the floor with one sweep of his arm. He lifted her up onto it as he raced to lift her shirt off somehow never breaking their kiss. Naomi could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her hands trembled over the buttons on his denim shirt. She felt one hand behind her trying to undo her bra and the other tangling up in her by the nape of her neck. Finally, she pushed him away and he was breathing hard, only in a tight t-shirt now, his eyes trailing her up and down, as she slowly slid her arms out of her bra straps. She wiggled out of her jeans and turned around as she pulled off her own underwear, excruciatingly slow.

“Do you like it?”

“I think I’d better get a closer look.”

Then, in one motion, he scooped her up into his arms, placing her on her back on the couch. He hovered over her, pulling his shirt over his unbearably slow revealing his rippling abs to her one by one. She saw a flicker of something blue, before her eyes fluttered shut. His mouth was trailing hot and wet down her neck, over her collarbone, finally finding her breast and popping a nipple in his mouth while he gently pinched the other one. He went lower and lower until he found her, ready for him, before he dove into her folds with his tongue and pleasure exploded in her body. He kissed and licked her as she moaned, her hands going through his dark hair.

“Please, more.” At that he went even slower, teasing her, before pressing a finger right at her entrance. She wiggled, dangerously close; it was so much, his mouth, his hands, then he finally put his finger in, moving in and out, and then pumping faster until she came apart around his fingers and she cried his name out. “God, take me, Drake!”

He came up and kissed her so she could lick her own juices from his face, grabbing his length and guiding him over to her. With that, he entered her in own swift motion and they both cried out at the feeling of being whole, being finally together. He moved inside her, peppering her face with kisses, increasing his speed gently until he felt her nails on her back and her breath so fast and so shallow. He put his hand on her neck gently, so he could lift up and see himself pushing in and out of her. How beautiful she looked taking it. He felt her start to tighten around him so he kissed her again, before growling.

“That’s it, baby. Come on.” He pumped in and out of her mercilessly before she came undone again. Then he groaned, spilling himself inside her, refusing to move. They held each other on the leather couch, so close, so together, in absolute bliss.

***

Focus. Focus on right now. She looked back at the phone. Sierra on the leather couch. She wondered if her experience on the couch had been as good as hers. She smiled and then wiped it away. She had to focus, not get stuck in daydreams. It could’ve been any couch right? People had leather couches everywhere. She was seeing things. She wanted to see that couch right?  Naomi stared at the photo until her eyes started to hurt. What was happening?

“Eggs are done.” Sierra called into the room from the kitchen.

“Coming!” Naomi set the phone down, exactly as she found it, and went over for breakfast. Sierra was already seated with her plate, airplaning food into Bartie’s mouth. Naomi looked at her own plate, suddenly feeling sick. Eggs weren’t a great hangover food. “Thanks for the eggs.”

“You should have my brother’s eggs.” Sierra didn’t look over. “He loves breakfast food.”

“Tell me more.” Naomi pushed her eggs around with her fork, still watching Sierra, worried she didn’t know her well enough to start asking prying questions. “About your brother, I mean. There aren’t many pictures in here.”

“Well he’s not exactly a snazzy dresser.” Sierra rolled her eyes. “He’s a simple guy, but good, you know? He really means well.”

“Does he help with Bartie?” Naomi tried to sound casual. Not ask anything about any couches or pictures or anything suspicious. “Is he in Paris?”

“He, uh, went to college in America so I don’t hear so much from him anymore.”

“That’s too bad.” Naomi took a bite of egg, then pushed her food away. She normally loved eggs. Maybe it was because they were scrambled. Just didn’t look right. “I don’t hear from anybody either.”

“Alone in the world, huh?” Sierra smiled kindly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Right beneath her ear, was a little blue fish tattoo. It was practically a sliver but incredibly detailed. It was beautiful. The longer Naomi looked at it, the more she couldn’t unsee it. “Staring at my tattoo?”

“Its gorgeous.” Naomi swallowed., pushing memories back down. “Something special about the fish?”

“My brother and I used to go fishing with our dad.” Sierra sighed happily wiping Bartie’s chin. “He has one, too, my brother, on his ribcage. His is a lot bigger than mine, but—”

Naomi ran out of the room, straight into the bathroom and threw up, but all she could see was that fish tattoo hovering over her on that leather couch.

“Are you okay?” Sierra called after her. “Too much wine?”

“Something like that.” Naomi wiped her mouth off. Hoping it wasn’t what she was starting to suspect.

#the royal romance #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #pixelberry fanfic #naomi summers #savannah walker #chapter 2 #trr au #trr au fanfic #drake walker #drake x mc #liam x mc #liam rhys

[cupidmarwani-archive]

It’s Not Too Late (Barisi)

Summary: Rafael wants to believe that it’s not too late for Sonny.

Warnings: fire, death mention, murder mention

A/N: this is kinda AU? It has canon elements woven in. Suffice to say Sonny has some superpowers that he uses in a not so super way

WC: 2260

The man standing in front of Rafael is not the same one he used to know. Sure there are some familiarities, like the ungelled mess of blonde hair and the blue eyes inset with smile lines. Thin fingered pianist’s hands that move too quickly do the same thing now that they always have despite the fact that what they cause is nowhere near the same that it used to be. No stiff suit pressed flat with a matching tie and a neat coat, badge and gun on hip either. He’s dressed in heather sweatpants and a ratty well-loved maroon hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, barefoot on the concrete ledge. Soot stains his face and clothes like smears of pencil from a poor erase job. The skyline burns in the distance, reflecting back on his face in shades of orange and yellow from the mess that creeps out from the epicenter on the terrace of crumbling rocks and overgrown plants. Plants that haven’t been pruned in a month, maybe more, but still flourished under the rainy weather that the city is really missing now that the sky has dried up and has no relief to offer for the fire, destruction, utter chaos that has overrun the once bustling site.

Downstairs, outside the building, hostage negotiators stand with a fall pad at the ready in case someone falls, is pushed, or jumps. Not that either of the men up here would do any of those things. Rafael is lucky that he was allowed up here, because he knows that anyone else or a practiced phone call would have just angered the man standing and staring at what he’s done with nothing on his blank face. Apathy makes him even less the one Rafael used to know. Not too long ago, but what feels like an eternity, he had been one of the most empathetic people Rafael ever knew. He was sweet, innocent, perhaps even a bit naive. The kind of man who smiled wherever he went and brought food for his coworkers every Wednesday and tucked a blanket around Rafael when he fell asleep on the couch. He was a good man. Deep down, he still has to be. That all doesn’t just vanish, and there’s no way it was an act this entire time.

“Low of them to send you to execute me.”

“They don’t want you dead, Sonny. In fact, they’re a little scared you’re going to jump.”

Sonny tilts his head to the side in a gesture reminiscent of a golden retriever. Before all of this, he had said that he wanted one. He’s always been a dog person, had begged and said he would take care of her (it’ll be a her, Raf, I just know it), only to spend a week sulking over the reality that they just weren’t home enough to take care of a dog and give it the love and care it needs. Both worked late, sometimes unpredictable hours. There was a running joke that Sonny is basically a puppy anyways, excitable energy and doe eyes.

“Right, I forgot. They can’t experiment on me if I’m dead.”

He spits the word experiment out like it’s a vile thing tasting bitter in his mouth like the coffee he never liked. Rafael drinks too much of it and always has. Sometimes, Sonny complained about it. He said that subsequent kisses tasted too much like it. It’s been too long since Rafael has heard that gripe against his shoulder on the early morning of a rare day off. He misses those mornings, the easy ones where everything was okay, even if it was just for a little while. Asking for a kiss now is crass at best, dangerous at worst, but the temptation is there in full force. One more taste of the kisses that used to make getting out of bed in the morning worth it seem to be a fair trade for that of his life, which is practically over anyway. He was the catalyst that started the whole spiral, saying that he needed time apart because he had made such an irreparable mistake in that hospital room, acquitted or not.

“So who’s down there for me? FBI? ESU? NYPD? Who do I dedicate my suicide to?”

Deadpan humor sounds wrong in the Staten accent that Rafael has come to associate with home. While Sonny’s sense of humor has always been dry and sarcastic, it’s never been outright morbid or delivered in such a flat voice. The only way to tell he’s not serious is the step he takes away from the ledge. He doesn’t really want to die, not here, not now. All he wants is to fix the world. If he’s dead, he can’t watch it become okay. But still, he’d rather die than become a human guinea pig, Rafael knows that. It’s a discussion they had the night he learned about what Sonny is capable of.

The memory is so vivid. Sonny’s bare hand open in between the two of them, flames licking up and down his skin like something alive. No explanation between the two of them, but a childish grin on Sonny’s face at showing something he could never tell anyone but had always been proud of. They roasted marshmallows over it at his insistence, turning them to a goopy mess with a crunching brown shell that tasted like heaven in a s’more (it’s blasphemy you’ve never had one, Raf, really) or five. For forever, they sat there and played with it, cooking things and warming Rafael’s cold hands over it because winters in the city are brutal, especially at the turn of the year with the heating broken and the offices closed as scraps of Christmas were swept away to make room for frothy champagne. Back then, it had seemed like the craziest thing Rafael would ever experience.

“All three. Technically the FBI is in charge, but everyone else is on site to help.” Rafael takes a hesitant step closer to Sonny, but freezes at the animalistic expression it earns. Lips pulled back to expose angry, growling teeth. Feral, angry, damaged. “The squad are down there too. Liv, Amanda, Fin. Your family’s waiting at the police tape begging them not to hurt you.”

“If I wasn’t useful, they’d put me down like a dog.”

He hesitates because he promised once upon a time that he would never lie. “We can still walk away from this. Just take my hand, and we’ll walk downstairs together.”

His words must be the wrong ones, because Sonny turns away and pulls his sleeves down, letting the edges come over his hands. He purposefully bought the hoodie too big because it’s comfortable, he had explained, and then spent an entire movie marathon tucked up against Rafael’s side chewing on the sleeve. When upset, or anxious, he had a tendency to do that. But only in the one hoodie, too conscious of ruining his nice clothes. That must be why he’s wearing it now, because he needed the comfort and he didn’t want to damage his suits. As if he would ever be able to wear them after this. Rafael wants to reach for him and hold him, despite knowing that it would do more harm than good.

“What happened to you?”

“What happened to me? What happened to the world, Raf? It’s full of the kind of people who rape and murder and torture and abuse. Cartels and gangs and psychopaths. It’s a dirty place.” His eyes are a little crazed when he turns back to Rafael and comes so close that he can smell the traces of ash and sweat and faint detergent off of him. “I’m cleaning it up. It’ll be a fresh start, like Noah’s arc when God wiped the Earth clean of sin, right? I- I want- it’s not too late. We can start over together.”

The hand he holds out has dirt gathering in the creases from climbing the decrepit building that had once been beautiful and settling himself on the rooftop terrace, surrounded by the little remaining life. In the distance, if he listens hard, Rafael can hear a child crying. Young, maybe six or seven. Over and over, sobbing ‘Mommy’ and screaming for help. Must be from the apartment building next door, with smoke just beginning to pour out of the windows from what can only be Sonny’s handiwork. The people on the ground so dizzyingly far away have to see it, help that little kid whose voice grows weaker by the second. They don’t sound like they’ll survive very long unaided, a fact that reminds Rafael of the body toll he’s facing right now at Sonny’s hand.

Anger speaks before his brain does. “Do you think you’re some sort of God? You’re a murderer.”

Shock, then horror, then fury pass over Sonny’s face in a matter of seconds. He yanks his hand away from Rafael. Too upset now to argue, but undoubtedly not considering any good options anymore. “Rich, coming from you. What about Drew? The baby you killed? One murderer to another, Raf, don’t play the holier-than-thou card on me.”

“That was different. Don’t compare that to what you did.”

He remembers what it was like in that hospital room. If Sonny had been there, if he had seen. The flowers and the music and the weeping mother and the awful shudder-hitch of the machine that breathed for a baby that was brain dead from the moment it came into the world. That’s not something that can be understood without being there. But for Sonny to compare that to mindless slaughter of innocent people on the streets is unthinkable and makes Rafael even angrier. The man that he loved would never do this. Would never watch people die and have the corner of his mouth twist up in that infuriating smirk that used to be reserved for when he would correct Rafael something minute. A little smug, a little proud. They aren’t the same man anymore but some small part of him wants to believe that the Sonny he knew is still hiding behind the heaving ribcage and frigid words.

One small step forward that has Sonny taking one back. With the plants a cushion around him, he looks like a work of art. Despite it all, he’s still beautiful. Carved out of marble and ice and gifted with diamond inlays, he looks like someone who belongs in a museum. Rafael’s fascinated by the fire that slowly begins to glow from Sonny’s hands that curve like wicked claws now in their desire to produce a white hot burn that Rafael can feel caressing his face even at such a distance. An old animalistic desire to touch makes him almost reach forward before he stops himself. Cuts that away, just like the emotions that he realizes have taken control of him. Maybe that was part of Sonny’s plan the whole time. He’s here to talk Sonny down, not get into a spat that they should have settled when they stopped talking only a few short weeks ago.

“Sonny.” No reaction. “Sweetheart.” Bright eyes snap to his, seemingly pure white in the reflection of the fire in his hands that cuts through the warm colors the burning city has painted them. Despite the fact that it’s midday, the sky has gone an ugly orange-brown-black from the smoke. “I know you’re still in there.”

“This is who I am.”

“It isn’t.”

This time, Sonny lets him come closer. Progress. Every little bit is something, especially when he’s fairly certain the authorities are coming closer and within minutes, will have reached the stairs up to the roof. They don’t trust him, not with his past and Sonny’s, but they were willing to give him leeway. Only so much, however. He knows they don’t have enough time, but he might be able to keep Sonny from resisting arrest. That way it’ll be easier for all of them. Rafael wants to touch, feel like he hasn’t in a very long time. Run his fingers through Sonny’s soft hair. Feel the smooth skin over his cheekbone. Hold him and never let go. Fantasies, dreams, little more than memories of what he used to do when Sonny was upset (you’re too good to me, Raf). Bad days used to be close calls on the job and blood speckling on temples, not standing so close to toppling off the roof.

“You’re not the monster you’ve tried to make yourself.”

He wraps his hands around Sonny’s wrists and holds them like he’s holding together a man built from scrap metal and a lot of hurt. Now that he can see Sonny up close, he sees that the only thing keeping Sonny in one place is anger because it’s all that’s stronger than pain. Rafael only has to look into his eyes and it’s over. He nearly loses his footing from the force with which Sonny falls into his arms, crying. Crying hard. The kind that has gut-wrenching sobs and makes him shake and shiver. A child, Rafael thinks. Sonny cries like a child, the one in the apartment building next door that has gone silent, now that he thinks about it. He shushes the broken man and tells him it’ll be just fine. It won’t, but he finds comfort in saying it anyways. Repetition made lullaby until police arrive and drag Sonny away in cuffs.

“Rafael, don’t let them take me!”

“You’ll be okay,” Rafael says.

But he isn’t so sure.

#barisi #rafael barba #sonny carisi #rafael barba x sonny carisi #mine #fic #angst

[kuroandtheguys]

QUOTES (as in things i’ve said, not necessarily original things but things ive said.) FROM MUN HIKARY,HER DAD AND CLASSMATES AS RP STARTERS:

"get your fuck boy out of my house"

"Listen here you fuck nugget"

"don't touch me you bafoon"

"leave the soul alone"

"WHERE IS SPACE DAD"

"i got some shoes from my drug dealer, i dont know what he laced them with but i've been tripping all day...."

"Sure thing Chew-Brocka"

"the beatings will continue until morale improves."

"looking to protect yourself or deal some damage?"

"The egg-salts?"

"much cheese cake"

"FIGHT ME"

"DO YOU FOLKS LIKE COFFEE!"

"baby,princess, dear,dearest. Do me a favorite and get your head out of my ass"

"Whats up gays!"

"Its 1 get the fuck up you lil shit"

"its a porch...not a deck....."

"when one plays the earth game twister one finds out more about the other's than they wanted"

"pain is your reward for being near me."

"oh it's the nasty crime boi"

"follow the yellow-dick road"

"these jokes arent the only thing that suck"

"stupid controls! I said walk to the side not jump off the cliff"

"_GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY GODDESS!"

"Zarkon unhand my space father"

"sadness is merely a part of life."

"BON BON YOU WANT SUM FUC"

"they're gonna play Mario cart"

"that's how friendship dies"

"ID BE THE TINY ANGRY GUY, I CANT REMEMBER HIS NAME"

"Space Dad jokes are out of this world"

"space dad part of a balanced breakfast"

" i wonder whats over here, oh its plot"

"not all wood resists magic damage"

"destroy us all!"

"i could pee in a bucket and tell him it's beer."

"i would fuck lance because who wouldn't"

"ITS BECAUSE IM A DEMON ISINT IT? THATS RACIST!"

" IF YOU LOVED ME YOUD KILL THE SPIDERS"

"Fite me!"

"fuck Shiro because, just look at him. Who wouldn’t?"

"I am tumblr senpai"

"Why is he grinding?!"

"They bonded by beating the shit out of eachother."

"ah ah put those grabby hands away." (wow without context that sounds really dirty)

"if I have social anxiety and YOU have social anxiety then who's going to order the food?"

"now if they made space dad shaped mac and cheese i wouldnt mind so much"

"it could be 1 of 2 things metal leg or morning wood"

"i like chicks not dicks"

"why cant you just say vagina?"

"Ok so if you ever need a break from your mech with a watersport kink let me know."

"I love you" "dude thats gay..." "we are litterly having sex"

"watch your mouth you little shit"

"yes daddy dearest"

"COME HERE MY SPACE CHILD"

"Let me hug you space child"

"i must adopt this lost space child"

"soft and warm space dad"

"omg your so extra"

"hgn those claws he could just rip me apart"

"we can go inside"

"i wouldn't want to expose you"

"he's see more of your girlfriend than you have"

"we had a bonding moment i punched you in the face!"

"I ate my school"

"this limp noodle"

"PRAISE MUNWAY"

"You wanna ride my huge dragon"

"and i don't know....somethin' bout friendship..."

"Tid be a pitty if i killed him off"

"you've been shanked" "..with a ruler..."

"did you just giggle your boobs at me?"

"It was an earth shattering shit"

"I am the pumpkin gardian"

"Hold my beer and watch this mother fucker

"Careful nuts make you swell, just ask your sister"

"My dad the crack dealer"

"balls deep in an au"

"Don't fuck on my expensive leather couch you cunts"

"He's a perceptive hoe"

"blubbering balls of teenage awkwardness"

"What can I say except~ FUCK OFF"

"I am the alpha dad"

"thats a kick in the danger clam"

"your gonna get your weiner stuck in the baby gate"

"I'm taking you back to the pound"

"I'm so sorry the princess had his feelings hurt"

“Hey demons, it’s ya boi, Satan. Give me the homie back”

"my name is stan, im satan"

"I Came Here For A Good Time And All I Got Was Porn"

"it went from warm to freezing because snow miser is shitting on us"

"Near death can be fixed with ducktap"

"I don't remember what I did with my pants"

"It smells" "You smell" "Your face smells" "You almost got punched I'm the face"

"Bueno bear"

"MAKE THAT ANGST YOUR BITCH"

“Gently bullied him into submission”

*Holds up fishing pole and bubbles* hookers and blow.

"To hard, to thick. I'd get hair stuck in my teeth" "...don't ever say that in public."

"Even lesbians like babies"

"My dad is like a fun vampire"

You are a steampunk blood warrior with a plan"

"You are a steampunk blood warrior with a flan"

"You've been hit by you've been struck by a smooth lesbian"

"You just made the inquisitior gay" "Yes" 5 minutes later "So what else us on the table" "The inquisitior"

"Did...did you just call the Cat a butt plug?"

"not like that you kinky fuck"

"kinky princess Matthew holt and his fluffy sidekick Mr whiskers."

"DONT MAKE ME KINKSHAME YOU AGAIN" "MAYBE YOU'LL KINKSHAME ME HARD THIS TIME"

"I'm gay and I'm ready to party"

"You founded a country on cocaine and prostitution?"

"You know what looks delicious" "What" "Your tight ass" "Your a hoe, like ben" "_ lemme smash"

"Human Sacrifice is always an option if you aren't a weak little bitch."

"Last time you had an imaginary friend I'm pretty sure it was a demon"

" I don't want to be propositioned by you in private!"

"Don't vore the dogs"

"Surely not everyone was kung-fu fighting" "They were" "..we're they fast as lightning?" "No they were slow, Tai Chi mother fucker"

"There’s a train of thought but it’s been de railed and Billy the kid robbed it."

"Shes just where burgers go to die"

"Im a priest to our lady of sin and this is my seeing eye dragon"

"Hello nightmares my old freind"

"they took some scaly lizard dick"

"I would go to Satan jazz club"

"Gandalf the off white"

"Stop kicking my puppy"

"You sleep darted that man in the dick"

"i didn't hit puberty...i just kinda shook it's hand"

"Tall, dark, warm and edgy. The perfect dad"

"Cerberus thinks he's a lap dog"

"thank god for incredible upper body strength"

"No ship wars. I multi ship like an adult" "Am I an adult I poly ship?" "Yes"

" my flaccid dagger"

"He's running around like a squirrel on crack"

"Could you please acidenly flex somewhere else your distracting me"

"It is the first day of Christmas fucker"

"Don't make me beat ypu with egg nog"

"Why did it suddenly become British?"

"You've been BLUNDERSTRUCK"

"Slav tellaported from another dimension to punch you in the arm"

"Floating kingdom of dabalon"

"I like my nightshade pomegranate flavored"

"dont dab on my boobs"

"The first vampire ran into the sun"

"I need a pocket sendak"

"Four score and 7 years ago our founding pirates"

"Been fueling up on....."

"Life is a highway?"

"the lyrics are coke and whiskey dumb ass"

"all i want for Christmas is the dreamiest daddy."

"HAIL KURO"

"patience yields fucking"

"Gray haired man on a house coming through" "I tottally thought you said gay haired man"

"Oh... mood"

"You wrap presents like a blind t rex"

"i take a look at me enormous-"

"white privilege."

"I swear to all of the gods I'm going to climb you like a fucking vine"

"The pellar, he uh.... loves his goat"

"whispers goat fuckerrrr"

"sleeping with slytherins" "dont you mean sirens?" "same fucking thing"

"No one told you life was gonna be this-" "Gay?"

"I am truly the hobo on top of the polar express" "No your the homo ontop of the polar express" "Can't she be a homo hobo?"

"Kinkshame me harder"

“Kinkshame me harder spicy papa”

"Male griffin returns and is like what the fuck did you do to my wife"

"WITH YOUR SHAG CARPET ID BE GETTING HAIR BALLS"

"Drug cloud please disperse"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"BITCH I OUTRANK YOU"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"Right in the paw patroler"

"Stuffed em up Mr patato head's butt"

"feed me"

"i swear if you start singing-"

"must be blood"

"here she gose again"

"must be fresh"

"i dont wanna hear this"

"FEED ME, FEED ME SEYMORE~"

"Get on the fucking dragon or I will leave you in this tower"

"Vivia le roi" "LONG LIVE THE REVALUATION" "No.... long live the king"

"I'm a senior my vote counts more"

"I am gentle snek"

"The boner wizzard is a girl" "That's a dragon" "Girl dragon"

"my father the actual 5 year old" "thats right 5 times a whole bunch"

"why..... is your icon a crotch buldge?"

"Layers" "Like an oinion" "Yes and their all gonna make you cry"

"You blushing" "I'm pasty and I burn in the sun anytime I go out." "So your burned..?" "Yes fucker"

 "You should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire" "It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire"

[colitisandme]

Another day another occasion when I want to swear into my pillow and curse my unco-operative and inconsiderate bowels. During the last few months I felt confident that I had tamed my stomach and bowels wild ways, put in time outs when it had been disrespectful and naughty, took away its treats, and gradually taught it not to be angry in public. But just when I thought it was safe to be left to it’s own devices, I go to bed and in the morning and like a naughty puppy, found it had chewed up the rule book, gnawed on the toilet roll, farted on my supplements and has gone outside and eaten, what I can only conclude, a bucket of gravel as my belly feels like it is full of tiny stones and my belly is spasming so fast I may as well be sold as a pleasure toy at an adult only store. 😳😳

If you have read my posts on my page, you may be aware that I have reduced my hours at work. This was a ridiculously hard decision, and I had changed my mind so many times, however after repeatedly starting my day looking like someone had shoved a cactus up my bum (wide eyed, slightly surprised, hair on end and tattered) like I had been running on a treadmill for about a week, eternally grateful that we didn’t have video phone, and silently crying every time I reached Sunday, as I knew I had to will and drag my ailing body to make it through just one more week losing my speech, shaking and cursing weekends for not having 4 days in them. The decision was made for me. Several months later I am now working half the hours I was and my body is screaming at a lower volume than it was. However me, being me is finding this adjustment really tough, especially now my hubby has gone back to working full time in his office as an accountant (he loves numbers, he does) it’s really strange having time to rest and I have this inward dialogue with my self that goes as follows: “tomorrow you have to rest... ah but not for too long as you will start resembling a couch potato, and don’t forget your kitchen is starting to resemble a scene from the battle of the Somme and you’ve been meaning to sort out the food cupboards, as that thing you spilt 4 days ago may start attracting wildlife soon... but remember that your body feels like it’s been stretched like chewing gum... so sleep but not for too long, rest but not too much or people will think you’re lazy, do something to work out your brain as on your worst days it sounds like you have been chugging whisky and blowing raspberries.. but not too much ....” and so on and so on. It’s so so hard trying to find that balance where you don’t lose yourself but still look after yourself. And I have not mastered the beast yet.

Oh and don’t even get me started with my feelings on my medical support. As the anger I feel .. well you could bottle it. Sometimes and please,please forgive me for saying this, is that I sometimes wish things were simpler. I wish that I had illnesses which could be treated by a pill and then I would be patted on the head, fed some delicious treats, read a soothing bed time story nestled gently in a soft cocoon of duvet and blankets, understanding, a team of doctors and lovely thoughts and then sang off to sleep, being assured that you will feel better in the morning, and although this is a cycle that is needed to be repeated regularly, it will ultimately do the job. Fibromyalgia is not like that. Sometimes sleep helps sometimes I can snooze for 7 hours, and it will make me feel that I have been awake for 48 hours straight and that I live underwater. Sometimes the Amitriptyline helps, sometimes I can be gnawing on my fist and experiencing spasms until 3am in the morning, sometimes I can engage in a variety of activities and stay upright and then on other occasions, just washing up or cleaning my teeth can make my body feel like it’s run up a mountain, wearing tennis rackets on my feet, whilst an irate and boisterous mountain goat attempts to joyfully butt me back down the mountain like a bowling ball... and you would think a team put in place to help understand pain would be well helpful, understanding and transparent with your treatment and not confuse or make you feel more vulnerable than you were feeling in the first place. But no, my last conversation with my pain team was like having to undergo 15 rounds of question time with Jeremy Paxman. Without going into the whole scenario, the end result is that they have just left me. Struggling and just left alone dealing with a condition designed to make me want to rip my own face off. Ideal.... makes me want to send a poo to their door but that would hurt my poor withered bum too much... Damn you Colin! It comes to something where your imaginative revenge plan is thwarted by the thought that producing said revenge plan would result in tears... So in short I have a Gastro consultant who hasn’t seen me in over 18 months because I have a rare disease he thinks is only found in people over the age of 60 and a team who has completely gone against what they said they were going to do and sling shot me back to my GP... Sometimes there are not enough known swear words to express my opinion about this... but I have expertly come up with several that describe my feelings...

All in all the last few months have been incredibly tough. I am grateful to have my tribe who are all equally as enraged and incredulous as I am. (Thanks Tribe - I love you) and I am still very much in a daily battle with Phyllis to try and instil calm and just sodding will her to just behave and not charge around my body like a bull in a antique China store as well as feeling like every time I need to go to the loo or eat anything, I need to give my arse a pep talk ... but there have been some positives. Positive one - reduced working hours means (once my body settles in it’s new routine) more time for advocacy, more time for Jess - which includes self care, meditation, writing, rest and lots of quality, meaningful time for friends, family, animals, hubby. This is welcomed as often when I reach the weekend... I resemble a cross between stig of the dump, a drunk, someone who has stuck their hands in an electrical socket and a dead duck - (an attractive mix to be sure.) Positive 2- once the world returns back to her/his post apocalyptic state, I am actually gonna have the means to have family to stay. I have not seen my family for a year and that fact hurts my heart. Positive 3 - getting my body prepared to have a baby - which is my main goal and something my heart and soul wants more than cake... and you know how much I love cake. Positive 4 - with all the shenanigans and lack of support from the NHS I reminded how sheer bloody stubborn and resilient I am. So if like me you have had a really befuddling, tough, slurry, maddening, stressful, eye boggling, illness filled few months. I see you. If you are dealing with the unenviable task of trying to become your own personal sales man, trying to speak about your symptoms, diagnosis and trying to muster support from teams who are assigned to you to do that very thing. I see you. If you are dealing with a body ready to explode like a land mine. I see you. I truly do. You are not alone. And If you are dealing with this, the stresses of lockdown, the pain of being away from loved ones, new situations, making goals and feeling a little lost, angry, sore, sweaty, sweaty, grumbly and many other of Snow Whites Dwarves... then please do not deal with it alone. Reach out, practice some self kindness and understanding, write down your feelings, talk to your tribe... after all I know that at the moment we are living in a world that feels like we are trapped in a ball of wool, clawed at by some angry kittens, let’s support each other. After all we are stronger together and together we lift ourselves and others up as well. As my mum says ‘Don’t let the bastards grind you down.’ ❤️

[monoguk]

the slip-up

Jungkook was seated cross-legged on the floor, holding cloud in his lap and making cringe-y noises from his mouth. He mimics the way the dog has his tongue out, but as soon as you spoke up, he freezes.

FEATURING - jeon jungkook CATEGORY - romance . implied WORD COUNT - 1000+

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

You didn’t rehearse your scolding sermon and practice your angry-face for four hours just to have your resolve crumble down the moment your fiance comes back home to the apartment you share with him.

But you knew that he knew that his round, innocent eyes were your weakness, and you were already struggling to keep your front steady as Jungkook does just that the moment he enters the doorway and meets you at the living room couch. Then he says, “Forgot what?”

Cloud barks from the bedroom hallway, and soon enough the dog comes sprinting for his owner. You squint as soon as Jungkook crouches down to hug the excited dog, but really it was a strategy to not coo at the image of Jeon fucking Jungkook cuddling with a little dog. You were imagining in your head that you were mad at him, and you were even more mad at the dog because -

“You forgot to feed Cloud.”

Jungkook was seated cross-legged on the floor, holding Cloud in his lap and making cringe-y noises from his mouth. He mimics the way the dog has his tongue out, but as soon as you spoke up, he freezes. Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right.”

You knew you were over-reacting. If it were any other domestic setting, you would have brushed it off. You should rephrase that: if it were any other dog, you would have just sent a reminder to your busy fiance to not forget to feed Cloud the next time that it was his turn to fill out the dog tray.

But, you see, Cloud was a, how should you put this, a special case.

No, Cloud wasn’t sickly when you and Jungkook adopted him. No, you did not hate Cloud just because he favors Jungkook more than he does you, since you still love the dog nonetheless. No, he doesn’t just poop or pee anywhere since you made sure that Cloud was potty-trained before adopting it. No, he’s not picky with the food he eats. No, he does not chew up the furniture, or scratch up wooden or steel or glass surfaces. No, Cloud does not lose control of his excretory system when he wasn’t fed. Oh wait, actually, Cloud exactly does the latter.

You had just gone from a retreat trip with you advising high school class, tired from keeping your students at bay and tired from staying up with your female students because they decided to play truth-or-dare and share stories with you in the girls’ cabin. You didn’t get to have a shower this morning because you were this forgiving homeroom adviser and let your kids use the bathroom first, so when the time came to go home, you barely had time to wash your face. You absolutely did not need to come home to a house smelling pungently of dog pee.

But then again, as you were letting your thoughts wander off as you took your shower earlier in the day, you were contemplating whether you should scold Jungkook or not since you knew that he sometimes stays over in his band’s studio to produce more songs, especially since it was the season of band comebacks and album releases.

Recalling your thoughts about Jungkook probably being as dead tired as you were, you were about to take back your harsh scolding - you didn’t even need to avoid Jungkook’s infamous puppy-dog eyes -, your boyfriend lays down on the floor on his stomach, his back arched just so his face was level with Cloud’s tiny height. Jungkook furrows his brows then juts out his lip, and whatever came next had you melting in a puddle because -

“Bad dog, Cloud. You know your mommy doesn’t like pee on the carpet. Look, buddy, I’m sorry for not feeding you, but you should change your tantruming tactics. Now,” He rubs the head of the dog who probably did not understand a single word Jungkook said, “Go and show mommy how sorry you are.”

You bite your bottom lip, holding on your squeal in because Jeon Jungkook and Cloud were a deadly combination and your were absolutely weak for dogs being sweet to their owners, and that you were supposed to be mad at the two of them. Or so you thought.

You shift your gaze from the dog who waddled its way by your feet at the foot of the couch, to your muscle-pig boyfriend who had his palms cupping his tilted head. And although you’ve always thought Cloud wasn’t the most attractive dog, you might’ve changed your mind and categorized the dog as one of the cutest dogs in the world, alongside the cutest man alive who is actually your boyfriend.

How can you stay mad at them when they’re seducing you like this? So, in the end you give up with a sigh and pick up Cloud. “What will you say, baby?”

You hear Jungkook breath out a chuckle just as Cloud licked your nose in response, and as an effect you giggled as well all the while setting the dog down onto your lap. By that time, Jungkook has abandoned his station on the floor and claimed his place beside you on the couch. You stare at your boyfriend, your hand stroking Cloud’s back, and say, “You are forgiven,”

“Thank goodness,” Jungkook darts his eyes down to your smiling mouth, not even trying to be discreet with his intentions especially when he starts leaning in.

But before he could close the distance between your lips, you put your finger up as an obstacle and whisper, “I will not let you kiss me until you get rid of dog hair on your lips and dog pee on your shirt.

Jungkook raises an intimidating brow, this close to shifting to his ‘daddy’ role - one that you love as much as his submissiveness in between sheets - but he leans back anyways and checks out his shirt, “Aww man! This is my favorite shirt! Cloud~”

The whine in Jungkook’s voice caused a giggle to bubble from your mouth, not even restraining yourself from placing a lingering kiss on Jungkook’s neck. “You have, like, 23 more white shirts, Jungkook. Now hurry up and shower so I can show my real baby how much I missed him.”

The sexy innuendo did not come unnoticed by your (closet-pervert) boyfriend, therefore, making him jump out of the couch, ready to take the fastest shower of his life and emerge out of the bathroom with not even a towel on and you ready for him to ravish on your bed. You already feel sorry for Cloud for not letting him sleep a wink tonight with all the noise he might be hearing.

As you hear the bathroom door opening, you put Cloud down on the floor and shout out, “Don’t forget to fill-up Cloud’s food bowl~!”

You hear a groan and a faint I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum from the bathroom, before you trudge your way to your bedroom. Even you have things to prepare for tonight.

From the doorway of the bedroom, you see Cloud standing there, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes begging you to feed his hungry stomach. You approach the door, closing it as you say, “Don’t worry, Cloud, daddy won’t forget tonight, or else he’s going to be in it for some trouble.”

“Jungkoo- ah! Wait, y-you forgot s-something,” you say incoherently, but it was your fault after all for remembering this in the middle of your passionate deed.

“You. Have. Got. To be. Fucking. Kidding me.” Jungkook punctuates each word with a rough thrust of his hips into you, sweat lining down his face only to drip down to your scalding body. “I fucking fed the dog, okay?”

“It’s not that.” You reach your hands up, cupping Jungkook’s face and halting his animalistic movements with you intimate gesture. “Guess who forgot his own birthday?”

You internally giggle at the way Jungkook’s expression shifts from lust-blown to frustrated to confused to surprised and eventually to mischief, “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, baby girl. Baby wants to have you as his birthday gift.”

“Happy birthday~”

The next morning, you leave the room clad in nothing but Jungkook’s fresh white shirt - now he had 22 left in his closet - only to find Cloud peacefully sleeping on his tiny dog bed. It did not even stir awake as you cooked up delicious-smelling bacon and eggs for breakfast. Internally, you thought, I’m sorry, Cloud. We must’ve forgotten to turn down the volume last night.

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#belle write #bangtan jeongguk #jeon drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

[rafecameron]

It’s just a dare (Throbb)

Nobody else is available so Theon babysits Rickon and Bran. They always insist on playing truth or dare and they always trick him with their truths. So this time he chooses Dare and they dare him to ask Robb out :/ he claims it's just to not be a coward, but he's weirdly excited for the date

OR

That time Bran and Rickon over hear Robb talking about how he really feels about Theon and so they trick Theon into asking him on a date.

@kingsnovv

Theon didn’t know why in hell he agreed to do this. Or rather he did know, it was because he could never say no to Robb, and he hated himself (and Robb) for it. Theon would always go to say no, but he just couldn’t stand the sad look on Robb’s face whenever he did, or the puppy dog eyes he would give Theon when he pleaded with him.

So that was why Theon found himself going over to the Stark house to babysit Bran and Rickon, when it was supposed to be Robb doing that. He’d insisted he had no other choice. ‘Sansa wont stop asking me! I have to go on this double date with her, Willas and Jeyne, she wont shut up about it!’

This wasn’t the first time Theon found himself covering for Robb so that he could run off on dates other, never with the same girl either. Robb was definitely somewhat of a ‘ladies man’. Not that Theon wasn’t, but whenever he was out with Robb the girls seemed to make a bee line for his friend rather than him. He should hate Robb for it, but he just couldn’t.

“We wont be late.” Robb tells him when he lets Theon into the house, hovering by the door so he could leave quickly, “It’s not like I want to go, anyway.” He adds quietly, rolling his eyes as he hurries over to his car, presumably he was late to pick up Jeyne as Theon had taken the longer route to the house.

Theon watches Robb pull out of the driveway before shutting the door and walking into the living room to find Bran and Rickon sat on the couch watching tv. Bran looks up at him and grins when he enters.

“Hi Theon,” He greets, “I’m glad you’re baby sitting and not Robb.”

“And whys that?” Theon asks as he sits in Ned’s reclining arm chair by the window, pulling the lever backwards to put his feet up.

“He just sits on his phone all the time!” Rickon complains, “He never plays games with us. Last time be looked after us, he made us watch football.”

“He doesn’t even like football!” Bran adds on with a pout.

Theon laughs and looks over to the tv where an episode of some cartoon was playing away, “He’s you’re big brother, it’s his job to be extra irritating when he looks after you.”

“Well we like you better. You play games with us.” Bran smiles, “And you let us eat ice cream before we go to bed.”

“I hope you haven’t told your mother about that! She doesn’t like me as it is.” Theon laughs.

As much as he complained about it, he quite liked babysitting Bran and Rickon. Being the youngest in his family he was always the one being babysat but his older brothers, and they would always take that chance to pick on him and push him around. He hated it. He didn’t want to be like them, that’s why when he babysat he’d let the boys get away with anything.

“Can we play truth or dare?” Rickon grins up at Theon excitedly.

Theon sighs and looks around, “Tidy up and I’ll think about it.” He states, watching the boys quickly jump up and start packing all their things away which they had left scattered around.

Every time he baby sat they made him play that stupid game and every time they caught him out when he said truth. He’d said dare the first night and had vowed never to do that again when they made him eat a handful of dog biscuits. He was sure they knew more secrets about him than anyone else now, perhaps tonight he’d pick dare once again. He was running out of things to answer anyway.

The boys had finished cleaning much faster than Theon had hoped so now he found himself sat cross legged on the fluffy rug in front of the old fire place at the mercy of the two’s games.

“Right, you can go first,” Bran decides, “Truth or dare?”

“I always go first.” Theon grumbles and rolls his eyes, he was starting to regret letting these boys get away with so much, maybe Robb wasn’t so stupid after all, “Alright…Dare, go on.”

Bran grins and moves position onto his knees excitedly, “I hoped you’d say that! One moment please.”

Bran then turns to Rickon and leans over to whisper in his ear, Rickon nods excitedly and laughs at whatever his brother is telling him. Theon watches them with narrowed eyes, already regretting picking dare instead of truth, maybe he should just keep divulging his secrets to them and everything would be fine.

“Okay, we came up with this one earlier.” Bran nods his head, “We dare you…To ask Robb out on a date!” Bran practically shouts with a grin.

“Y’know, it’s not very nice to ask people out as part of dares, it could hurt their feelings.” Theon states.

Bran shrugs, “Too bad, we dared you, you gotta do it.” He demands with Rickon nodding his head in agreement.

“I don’t have to do anything! Why would I want to go on a date with Robb?” Theon glares over at the two grinning boys as they shrug again.

“Are you too scared Theon?” Rickon giggles, staring up at him from his cross legged position on the rug.

“I’m not scared!” Theon snaps back, “I just…I don’t think it’s very fair on Robb, that’s all.”

“I guess he is too scared,” Bran says to Rickon making Theon glare again, “Robb wouldn’t be too scared to do it.”

Theon feels his face heat up in annoyance and finally throws his hands up in defeat, “Alright fine! I’ll bloody ask him.”

“Great!” Bran grins, “Lets play a different game now. How about monopoly?”

Theon stares at him gone out as Bran gets up to collect the board game, “Hang on a minute! That was a set up!”

“You got beat…by a nine year old.” Rickon nods his head leaving Theon somewhat speechless.

The rest of the evening was spent playing a game of monopoly, Theon sulking the whole time about being out smarted by a child, something he would not be telling Robb about. Bran won the monopoly game when both Rickon and Theon had gone bankrupt, though Theon was sure Rickon had no idea what he was doing and Bran had been banker and had probably been helping himself to extra money.

“Robb’s coming back.” Bran grins as he helps Theon clear all the board and it’s pieces away.

“Good. I get to go home and leave you to annoy him.” Theon states, passing Bran the board for him to put it in the box.

“And you have to ask him on a date, remember?” Rickon laughs from his seat on the couch, banging his legs against the bottom of the couch as he spoke.

“You should be in bed! And you never said I have to do it today.” Theon argues, he’d been hoping if he put it off then they would forget about it eventually.

“We’re telling you now.” Bran says as he shoves the box back onto the messy shelf and goes to sit beside Rickon.

“I’m being bullied by children.” Theon sighs and stands up from the floor as the front door opens and Robb comes strolling inside, “Glad you’re back. How was your date?”

Robb shrugs his shoulders and places his car keys on the coffee table, “Remind me next time I go on a date to not drive, I’m sure the evening would have been a lot more bearable if I was drunk.”

“That bad?” Theon chuckles, “Maybe you should stop letting Sansa talk you into going on dates with her friends.”

“They’re all quite dim, aren’t they?” Robb laughs, “And you two, get to bed. Mum and dad will be back soon and they’ll be angry if you’re still down here.”

Bran sighs but slides off of the couch, pulling Rickon up by the arm, “Fine. It was nice seeing you, Theon.” Bran says, the hint of a smirk on his lips as he runs up the stairs with Rickon.

“You’re too soft on them, you should have sent them up ages ago.” Robb tells him as he falls down onto the couch, letting his head fall back against the cushions as he lets out a groan.

“We was playing monopoly…Didn’t realise the time.” Theon shrugs.

“You didn’t like Bran be banker, did you? Little fuck cheats every time. And never play with Arya, she's a sore loser. About lost my eye the last time when she threw the hat at me.” Robb shakes his head.

Theon sits on the couch beside him and smiles, “I’ll bare that in mind.” He chuckles.

He takes a deep breath and looks over at his friend. He had to ask him, he knew the boys would be waiting at the top of the stairs listening to them. He’d ask them, then he’d just laugh it off, explain the dare and Robb would laugh with him.

“Uh Robb…” Theon looks down at his hand and is suddenly hyper aware of how nervous he is, he shouldn’t be nervous, it’s only a joke, right?

“What?” Robb asks when Theon doesn’t continue, leaning forward to lean his elbows on his knees and look over at him.

“Uh well…I was wondering… Well if you’re not doing anything Friday we could go for a drink…Or something.” Theon stutters out, chewing the inside of his cheek nervously.

Robb pauses for a moment and narrows his eyes at Theon, “Like…As a date?” he asks. Theon looks up at him, ready to admit the whole thing was a joke when Robb shrugs his shoulders and nods, “Sure, what time?”

Theon stares at him for a moment dumbfounded before stuttering out, “uh…eight?”

Robb nods his head and stands up, clapping him on the shoulder as he does, “Alright. You should get home, it’s late.” he states as Theon slowly stands up beside him, “Thanks again for covering.”

Theon smiles and nods, following him over to the front door, “Anytime.” He laughs lightly and opens up the door.

“See you Friday then.” Robb grins, patting him on the shoulder again as Theon hurries out into the cool air.

He has to go on the date. He can’t cancel now, he can’t tell Robb it was all supposed to be a joke now he’d gone and said yes, why did he have to go and say yes? This would be a one off, they’d go on this ‘date’ and then they’d go back to hanging out as simply just friends. At least that’s what Theon told himself, but he found himself beginning to feel excited for Friday night, and excited at the thought of going on a date with his best friend.

#game of thrones #throbb #robb stark #robb stark imagine #theon greyjoy #theon greyjoy imagine #imagine #oneshot #fanfic #mywriting #game of thrones imagine

[robinkristy-blog]

Autumn Love

Proudly hoisted high up by a country road in a vast field is a stuffed and clumsy figure of hay, clad in blue plaid, worn denim jeans, and a straw hat that has been stapled to the warm orange pumpkin head with it’s blue buttoned eyes, nose, and white buttoned teeth. It’s a strong gusty mid morning but the pumpkin man doesn’t seem to mind. He only appears to be staring across the lone road to the other field of pumpkins where a straw figure is stuffed with an ample,floppy bosom, dressed out in a simple but pretty green dress of long sleeves and a flowery hat that often falls over the Pumpkin’s yellow eyes (with it’s red buttoned mouth comically shaped in a round O).

Yip, yip. The black lab puppy is darting down this quiet country road, feeling the warm, cracked pavement under it’s padded paws. A lady trails after him, full of happiness, on the puppy’s leash.

“Slow down, Pal, you silly pup, now tell me who is walking who?” Ally squeals. Pal is such an energetic breed that wants to always be on the move and expecting life, consequently his 30 year old mother, to smile and keep up with him. Pal knows that his life is short; yet so full of excitement and adventure. The lab stops and jumps on his heels twice, playing growling games at the pumpkin person in the blue plaid.

“Mr. Wally sure has nice plump pumpkins, now don’t he? All dressed up and standing as gentry on both sides of the road.” She glances around. “ What an idea!”

Ally laughs and shouts out to Pal to come chase her as she turned her step and jogs back home to a not quite solitary life that she would soon discover it had not been contented, instead only appeared to be sleeping and soon would awaken. It desired, ravenously, to play with Ally and Pal.

She slowed to a frisky gait as she entered her dusty driveway that housed her baby blue Dodge Ram pickup, combing back her brown curly hair from her sweaty face with her ringless hand. Pal’s pink rough tongue hung from between his heathy gums, and sparkling brown eyes showed maybe a hint of a puppy’s nap.

Ally walked up to her cloistered porch and unleashed him there as they entered together into the tall, but modest, steepled white, pretty two storied house.

It was once that half a hour later she was sitting at a square bemoth kitchen table and browsing on her laptop for warm, robust Autumn recipes. She fancied that she would bake hermit cookies, chocked full of raisins, nuts, and spices, with a succulent (juicy) herbed roasted chicken paired with puréed Yukon potatoes and braised honey carrots for dinner. Godfrey, all she ever thought about was her stomach. No matter what time of day or night it was her hands were in the pantry, the fridge, and working at the stove. Truthfully, busy hands were gratifying to the ninth degrees. She sat a few minutes longer there at the table, thinking and playing with the gourds of the season that lay in a gold plated bowl that was endacted with wisdom of this century old home.

The early evening was chilly outside, but inside the warmth from the kitchen’s wood stove spread out in blanket’s of hot embers even unto the second floor. Ally lay stretching her limber and slight body on her posted bed, she had changed into flannel pj’s already because she is planning to spend this evening just lolling about, pouring over a mystery novel. She sighs as she let’s herself be cradled by the gentle quilt and pillows. Days are certainly boisterous and only becoming shorter everyday. Perhaps dazzlingly extravagant arrays of temporary lighted arrays of stories about rural life.

Ally rolls off the bed as a sloth would, only with more grace, grabs the paperback and opens to eye the book marked spot. Almost at the middle (pg. number 249), she momentarily stands there still and list in the mystery of the story that was narrated in first person of a retired professor… Creak thump, thump, thump and then Pal is yipping away down at the bottom of the stairs.

Startled, Ally drops the novel onto the woven rug and swears under her breath harsh words. As she crosses to the bedroom’s open doorway and sticks her head out to look at what could’ve made the thumping noises. No, she didn’t hear the creak of the hallway’s floor, yet she did see that the window that had been raised to allow fresh air had indeed fallen back into place. It shouldn’t have, she thinks, but what is there to think of it? Ally strode out and down the stairs where Pal lays chewing on his dolly. The blond head is stuck in the pup’s strong bite looks downright perplexing gruesome. She tsks, stoops down to rub his black belly. He likes that.

The dry red leaves were blown up against the picturesque window of the living room and the wind howled fiercely that it was angry and needed someone to quiet it’s rage. A dainty ceramic clock ticked under a glassen dome placed immaculately on a iron table between the shelves of the rose papered walls.

Flick. A turn of the page. Ally is enraptured in the book as she lays splayed out on the massive couch, and has her bare feet dangling out over the arm rest.

When the time is ticking, rolling, inching, and when creaking whispers emerge from the kitchen creeps into the living room:

“She’s a pretty lady rightly so, but no, she’s not as fair as mine.”

Chitter, chitter. Swoosh, swoosh. The pumpkin man sweeps across the tiled floor, dropping a black plaid kerchief from it’s denim pocket; raises his prickly, irritating hands to his engorged head. Grinning with real malice that reveals shockingly sharp pearls that are dripping acrid black bubbling fluid and it’s gravitating down, stinging his hay feet.

“Your curly tresses will look wonderful on Sally’s crown, yes, under her petalled cap.”

“Just don’t see me and as still as you can girl, as you hold that strange object in your bare hands. You will be alright.”

Ally perks her head up straight away.

“Who is there? Mr Wally, is that you?”

The pumpkin man’s black boiling fluid ceases to drip out from it’s evil hollowed mouth as he evicts a sweet and low warbling that shows him an image of the red-haired young man who made him and his love. Forever standing across the great divide from each other!

“OK, you are frightening me, so Mr. Wally is that you or not? Speak now!” Ally throws the book on the couch, disgusted, and becoming a little more fearful. Country people just don’t lock their door’s until it’s lights out. It’s called entitled freedom, for Christ sakes!

Now Ally is fuming mad as she lunges arms and knees first; she’s headed straight to the kitchen and is going to get down to some serious business. If Mr. Wally, the red headed young neighbor from ten clicks up the road could’ve seen her now then he would’ve grabbed hold tight of his base ball cap and chased a metaphorical ball clear all the way back to his house! Jeeper’s, Ally sure could get piping hot sometimes.

The pumpkin man gleaned a glimpse of this man from Ally’s consciousness and was able to intone a voice; to show Ally she could not capture the true identity. He did not want to scare her, no! He only just wanted her hair to cover his pumpkin lady’s smooth and bald head. But, he knew Ally probably wouldn’t cooperate. All she saw was a sudden and true view of Mr. Wally standing in the kitchen holding a machete drenched in pumpkin juice. He grabbed her by the neck with so much brute strength; it was a wonder her neck did not break. Unlike the chicken bones discarded from her supper.

The mordant pumpkin man in pudency spoke to Ally: “I am sorry, it will grow back, I promise.” Breathless and gasping for more sounds; finding nothing more to say, the machete rose and fell in one long arch across her exquisite and feminine cranium (the blood spilled into Pal’s water bowl) he left not one inch of hair remaining on her poor skull.

In the next morning’s early day light, a fog rolled heavily through Wallace road. A line figure that might have been an attractive woman at one point in life now was hoisted up on the field’s edge of sight from a country road. Her head hung listless; was covered with a petalled cap (how thoughtful indeed).

And where was the Autumn’s Prince and Princess? Up that same road with a driveway parking a dusty baby blue Dodge Ram, in a century old steepled, modest country home. One evening Mr. Wally dropped by to give her freshly baked bread. (He did not see her up in the field as he sped on by, no moon shone that night.)

Before he could turn the front door’s knob he peered into the window with intense shyness. He dropped the loaves and the pumpkin man’s head came into sudden view and he spied Mr. Wally, who must be looking for his own lady love. Mr. Wally refused to believe what he was seeing.

The pumpkin lady was at the stove stirring a pot of chicken soup and he could swear those was Ally’s precious curls on it’s orange, bulging head. It turned to him, the eye’s were possessed and seemed to see things way behind him, even all around him. Things that weren’t supposed to be seen and who did not want to be shown!

Then Pal was barking ( it might even have been happily, for he was only just a pup); with a black kerchief tied around his furry neck. The young family of three lived happily ever after, while Mr. Wally spent his time across the road from Ally; and always he stared with dead, blank eye’s.

#my writing #long reads #horror #creativewriters #creepy

[itsonlyzac]

Zailey | Goodbye

Content: Bailey leaves New York City due to the loss of a family member. She says goodbye to Zac, possibly forever.

Written by Jen (Zac’s mun) and Keira (Bailey’s mun). Bailey's responses are in bold.

Note: Last couple of replies added later.

Leaving Noah in the lobby with Liam, Bailey was a mess as she rode the elevator up to Zac's penthouse. Her hair fell around her face, hiding just how bad she looked. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from the constant tears that sill ran down her flushed cheeks. In the early hours of the morning, she had been woken by a phone call from home.. a phone call to let her know that her beloved grandmother had passed away. She had sat in her apartment, completely oblivious to the world until the sun rose, and by the time it had she had made her decision.. she needed to go home. 

It was an irrational decision.. one that was probably the wrong one, but she knew she needed to be home.. and not just for a visit. 

Before she knew it, and before she was ready.. the elevator doors opened, and she looked up slowly, wondering how on earth she was supposed to suddenly tell the man she loved that she had to leave..

"No not the sock!" Zac's voice rang through his apartment as he chased his latest guest out of his bedroom and into his hallway. He was dressed all but one sock which was currently in his pugs mouth as it ran towards the living room. Zac skidded to a halt as the elevator opened, wondering who it could be. His face lit up at the sight of his girl. "I was wondering when I was going to see your fa-" Zac stopped mid sentence s he took in her blood shot eyes. His stomach dropped all the way to the ground floor as he crossed the space between them, wrapping her up in his arms. "What's happened? Is Noah okay? Are you hurt?" He panicked. "They didn't sell out of the really good cupcakes again did they?"

The first thing Bailey saw as she looked up was a naughty little puppy running past with a sock, and then in an instant Zac was in front of her. She opened her mouth to answer him, but a strangled sob fell from her lips instead. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry.." she stuttered.

Zac had no idea what was going on. He was in a state of panic now thinking Bailey was seriously hurt. He wanted to look her over but she was holding him so tight he didn't know if it was possible. Zac stepped backwards dragging Bailey with him. The pug ran around their feet but Zac managed to avoid it as he brought her over to the couch. "Come on, sit down and talk to me about it baby. I got you. Just tell me what's happened Bailey, you're worrying me."

Bailey let him lead her to the couch, her grip on him not loosening once. She listened as he spoke, the sound of his voice soothing and calming her only slightly. She pulled back and wiped at her eyes, sniffling as she did so. 

"It's uh.. my grandmother.. she.." she started, the words getting caught in her throat. "She had a heart attack late last night... and she.." with a small shake of her head, Bailey hid her face in her hands, her body shaking as she tried to control her crying.

Zac didn't need Bailey to finish, he could tell by her tears what had happened. "Oh babe, I'm so sorry," he said, pulling her up onto his lap as he sat down with her. He held on tightly, trying to pour everything ounce of support her could into it. "Shh I got you baby. I got you. You can stay here tonight, get all the rest you need and I'll take care of Noah." He buried his face into her hair. "Let it all out baby. I'll be with you the whole time."

As he spoke, Bailey felt her heart breaking. She had no idea how to tell him what she needed to.. 

"Zac.." she whispered as she pulled back to look him in the eye. "I.. I need to go home... I need to be with my family.."

Zac nodded, sniffing a little. He was admittedly getting teary eyed from having Bailey cry in front of him. He hated that. Raising his hand he brushed his thumb along her cheek to try get rid of some of the tears built up. "I'll get the jet organized. You'll get home quicker and have the privacy you need. I'll try clear my schedule, come with you." He gave a weak smile. "You don't have to do this alone."

Bringing a hand up to take hold of his, Bailey shook her head slowly. "I'm not just talking about a visit... my family.. they... they were my support, through everything.. my grandmother she- she was my rock and I.. I took Noah away from them. I took him away from her.. all because I had this selfish.. need to be somewhere else.." she took a deep, shaky breath. "Zac, I... every minute I spend with you I fall deeper in love.. but I.. I need to go home.."

A look of confusion etched over Zac's features as she spoke. He stayed quite as he processed what she was saying. Deeper in love? She loved him? Zac felt warmth grow all over him, only for ice cold water to be poured down his spine. Confusion turn to hurt. "You're leaving..." He finally breathed out, retracting his hands from her. "You're leaving... me," he found himself saying, the words feeling wrong on his lips. He searched her face, trying to find some sort of answer that told him otherwise.

Bailey wished more than anything that she didn't have to do this... hearing him say those three words, and watching him pull his hands away honestly broke her heart, and the pain was evident in her eyes, but the guilt she felt from her grandmothers passing was too strong. "I'm so sorry.." she choked out, her lips rolling inwards as fresh tears fell from her eyes. "but I have to go."

"No.. no you don't," Zac protested. He wanted to be angry they were even having this conversation, he wanted to raise his voice and show his frustration but she hurting enough. So his voice remained soft, his yelling turned to begging. "Go home for a little, for the funeral and to see your family... But come back. Don't leave... Come back home to me...  Please."

"I can't promise you that, Zac." she whispered. "I wish I could.. but Noah needs to be around family... I can't stay here.. and I can't expect you to come with me.. this is your home.. Massachusetts is mine.."

"Are- What the hell has this all been about then?" Zac moved back until there was no couch left. The physical space between them was nothing compared to what it would be. "For months... And just like..." he looked down at himself. Knuckles still red from his recent fight, one sock missing and currently being chewed by his dog. "I thought this was real. Yet you just... leave me behind." He couldn't understand it, he'd never been in this situation before. He'd never loved someone like her. He'd never tell her that, not now. No, she couldn't know that or it would destroy him. "I thought I was good enough.." he whispered. It felt like the world he'd built up around him was crumbling. I was like Bailey had been his foundation and now she was fading away. He looked at the girl he'd changed so much for, the one who had given him purpose. "I can't do this without you."

"It's been..." Bailey tried to speak, but she decided to let him finish. Anger was a natural response, it was one she expected, but it didn't change her decision. 

"This is real, Zac this is the most real thing I've ever felt.." she said slowly, inching closer to him. Her blue orbs held a sense of desperation.. she needed him to know how she felt, but she couldn't say it. "I'm not.." not what? She was leaving him behind. "You are good enough. You're the best thing Noah and I could have asked for.. but I need to do what's best for my son.." she whispered. Truth be told, she couldn't do this without him either, but she couldn't tell him that, it would make leaving so much harder.

There it was. Something Zac had always known. Noah came first. He looked away. What could he say? She used the Noah card, he had nothing that could win against that. "That's your choice." Zac would never try to take anything good from Noah, he loved that kid just as much as his mother. Zac realized now he wasn't just losing her, but losing Noah all at once. He tried to swallow but the lump in his throat wouldn't move. It was probably his heart threatening to spill out. Zac couldn't look at her. Self loathing and pity was filling his veins. "I don't know why I'm so surprise.. I was always the one in this equation who would get no choice in the end." He licked his dry lips. "Go home Bailey." He closed his eyes. "Your son needs you."

Bailey instinctively tried to move closer to him, but she stopped herself before she got too close.. before he had the chance to try pull away. "Zac listen to me.. please..." she started, waiting a few seconds before continuing. "I can't ask you to give up everything for me.. I won't ask you.." 

Every fiber in her being was screaming at her to tell him she loved him and she knew if she didn't she would regret it, but she didn't know how to say it, especially now. "I know I have no right to ask this but I need you to look after yourself.. please?"

"But that's what we're suppose to be.." he shook his head. "And if you can't see I'd give up the world for you then... it's clearly obvious where I stand in your life." He couldn't keep a straight face, his heart break was visible even as he looked at her again. "I want to be there for you right now... But I can barely look at you. Because you're picking everything over me. When I'd pick you over everythi-ng" his voice broke on the last word. He took a deep shaky breath, feeling like he would puke any second now. Zac couldn't even remember where their last kiss had been. He couldn't taste it on his lips anymore. "I don't even know what to say anymore. I can't even beg you to stay because you - you used the Noah line. I have no say in that. God I want a say that. I want a say in all of this. I want my family. You're my family!" His voice rose and then fell, his hand running through his hair. "If you're going to leave then do it. Don't stand there and torture me with it. This is all your choice Bailey, and I get that Noah is your number one priority... but I should be up there too. The fact I'm not... Just get out already."

"No.. that's not what this should be. You shouldn't have to give up everything for me. That's not fair on you." she said firmly. "Where you stand in my life? Zac you're one of the most important people in my life, I need you. I need you so much- and that scares me. I shouldn't be this dependant on you.." she trailed off and shook her head. "If I didn't have Noah, you would be my priority, but you know I have to do what's right for him. It's not fair for me to deny him his life for my own selfish needs." 

She listened to him speak, flinching as he raised his voice. She knew nothing she could say would make leaving any better.. so rising slowly, she looked down at him one last time, her heart felt like it was literally shattering. She had lost two important people in her life.. and it was all her fault. Despite wanting to desperately run into his arms, Bailey turned slowly, keeping herself together as she walked over to the elevator, stepping inside as soon as the doors opened. While she waited for them to close she kept her eyes to the ground, and just as they shut she whispered three little words. 

"I love you..." 

.. and then she started sobbing, leaning back against the elevator wall as it sunk to the lobby..

“Yes you should," Zac argued. "Just like I should be on you. Because god damn it that's what this is. This is us working out how to spend our lives together. At least that's what I thought it was. I'm scared every moment but more than that I'm scared of losing you, and I am." He felt like he was fighting a battle he would never win. She'd made up her mind. "You ever think I might be the best choice for him. That I could be what makes his life better? That I would fight every battle he faces?" He looked up at the roof, his eyes glazed over. He never thought about kids until he met Noah. He never cared about them. He never wanted to be someones hero and best friend. He never wanted more than what he had.

Zac hesitated in following her to the lift. He felt stuck in the living room. Trapped. In a few minutes his life had been pulled apart. What was he without Bailey? She'd anchored him like no one else was. The male was petrified of what he would become again. She made him think, gave him opinions, offered a softer approach. She inspired him.

He wasn't feeling very inspired anymore. As the elevator open he looked over at her stepping in. A memory flashed before him, of her walking up steps with a box threatening to fall over. Another memory of her laughing against his chest as they laid on a beach. They were hitting him, as if telling him to move. Memories of Christmas decorations, cupcakes, long hours shopping, bed sheets getting tangled, bodies dancing together. He saw her gentle eyes as she listened about Henry, of her laughter as they talked about Noah. He saw her and everything she had become to him. It nearly broke him.

But it also forced him to move. To take a step and move towards her. "Bailey w-" he stopped as he neared the elevator, the doors shutting before he could get there. The male rushed to press the button, leaning against the door. "Fuck-" he hit the door, not feeling the pain it caused. "Please don't leave," he begged her, pressing the lift door over and over, panicking she'd be gone before he got down there.

Bailey had never felt like this about anyone. This ache she felt was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She knew leaving him was a mistake. She knew Zac could make both of their lives better, but she also knew Noah needed her family. 

As she leant against the wall she looked up at the elevators ceiling, her body wracking uncontrollably with sobs. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compose herself as the elevator doors opened out into the lobby. She found herself face to face with her twin, and without hesitating he rushed forward, pulling her into a hug. Bailey's sobs got louder as she held onto him, then in an instant she felt tiny arms wrap around her legs. Looking down through tears that blurred her vision, she smiled a half smile at Noah before crouching down to hug him tightly. 

"It's okay little man.. it'll be okay.." she whispered shakily, not able to find the energy to move just yet.. Liam knew the cab was waiting for them, but he gave her time, not wanting to force her to leave just yet.

It felt like a year had passed before the elevator open. When it did, he almost fell through the doors. He'd been leaning on them begging for them to open the whole time. Praying to gods he didn't believe in. As the elevator moved down he paced. What if she had gone? Would she have gone home? Liams? Airport? Zac had no idea where to start looking, and he certainly wasn't dressed for it. As the lift opened he looked out with adrenaline running through his veins. Instead Dorris floor three stared back at him "Fuck off Dorris," he growled, pressing the button that shut the lift doors before the woman could react.

Finally he reached the lobby. Her sobs were the first thing he heard as the doors opened. She was still there. His eyes searched the lobby and found her in her brothers arms, Noah too. God, it hurt seeing Noah. How the hell was he suppose to do this? Zac blinked back tears and stepped into the lobby. "Bailey..." he cleared his throat. "Bailey," he said louder this time.

Hearing Zac's voice, Bailey looked up quickly. Noah looked up too, and a bright smile that mirrored one his mother usually wore pulled at his lips. He toddled towards Zac, reaching his arms up to hug him.. completely oblivious of what was going on. Bailey knelt on the floor, watching Noah sadly.. but she couldn't look at Zac, not just yet, so instead she lowered her gaze to her hands in her lap..

Zac let out a sad laugh, crouching down to greet Noah. "Hey Kid.." he breathed out, wrapping his arms around the toddler. He buried his nose in the blonde hair, his eyes squeezing shut. "You got to do something for me okay? You got to look after your mum." He stood, picking Noah up as he did. He was barely holding it together. He never expected to find Noah down here. "Make sure you share all you toys with her." He pulled back to look at the blue eyed child. His heart hurt so much he started to wonder if this is what heart attacks felt like. Did he smell toast? Was he going to die? Zac started to wonder if there was really much difference between death and live without his family. "I love you Noah. Very much. You're always welcome here. You probably have no idea what I'm saying... but I just need you to know." He sniffed, a tear falling down his tear. "I love you."

Bailey closed her eyes tightly as she listened to Zac speak to Noah, sniffling as quietly as possible from where she sat, but before long, Liam had an arm under hers and was lifting her up so she was standing. 

Noah stared at Zac with an oblivious smile, but at the same time he could tell something was wrong with both Zac and his mother. Taking hold of Zac's cheeks in both of his little hands, Noah rested his forehead against Zac's, a comforting action he had again picked up his mother. "Love-youu." he repeated softly before letting go of Zac's face and reaching into his pocket for one of his favourite toy cars.

"Zac-car." he said happily, holding the small toy out to the male.

“Oh man... you really know how to make a guy cry," Zac said as Noah told him he was loved. He wasn't holding them back anymore, they fell openly. He would be ashamed if anyone else was watching. "For me?" He asked, sniffing as he took the car. His nose was getting running. "Oh I'll take very good care of it. I promise. Can I have another hug?" He asked, shifting Noah in his arms a little. "Big one okay? Biiiig hug."

"No cry?" Noah said with a frown. He didn't like seeing people cry. Which was why without hesitating he wrapped his arms around Zac's neck tightly, giving him a huge hug. "All better?" he asked quietly, not letting go.

 Zac squeezed Noah as tight as he could, knowing this would their last hug. He tried to milk it for all he could but knew it would never be enough. "Almost," he told Noah, giving a weak smile. "But you know whats going to make it all so better? If your mummy comes here and gives me a reaaaally big hug. Do you think she'll give me one?" He looked passed Noah to Bailey and Liam, barely holding it together. "I need one. Just one more."

Bailey looked up as Zac mentioned her. Every emotion she was feeling shone through her eyes. Hurt, fear, sadness... heartbreak.. she couldn't hide any of it. Without waiting, she stepped forward. Those few steps across the lobby felt like they dragged out, and after what felt like forever she was standing right in front of Zac and Noah, her arms reaching out to wrap around them both.

Zac shifted Noah onto his hip and put one arm around Bailey's shoulder. He nosed her hair, breathing in her scent. "I can't have you leave thinking I could just let you go. I can't. Watching you enter that elevator killed me. Thinking I would never see you again... God Bailey." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "So... go. Work out your family and focus on Noah if that's what you truly need to do. But ... come back. One day just.. show up on a doorstep, carrying a heavy box for me." He kissed her forehead before stepping back and putting Noah down. "Go see Uncle Liam. I talk to your mummy," he said softly, holding his knuckles out for their little handshake.

Zac sniffed, rubbing his eyes as he straightened up. He looked down at Bailey. "I'm not saying this to hurt you but I need to say it before I regret it... Bailey... I love you... I love you so much I told my mother to hold onto a ring for you.. of course for down the track but... I pictured my life with you. You are such a strong person.. and I know you will get through all of this. I promise you you will." He looked to the roof and took a deep breath. "So if you love me even a little come back to me. I won't wait, or pressure you.. I won't fight because this what you need... I get it. Your family is what you need. But doesn't mean I won't hope. Hope to see your face in the crowd. Hope to hear your voice. Hope to kiss you every morning. I will hope for YOU. For Noah. For our family." He looked down at her again. "Even if I'm 90 and get one day with you. Just come back to me." Zac tipped his head, pressing his lips to hers.

Bailey was speechless as she listened to him, holding onto her two boys as though her life depended on it.. and in that moment it felt like it did. She remained silent as he put Noah down, watching the little boy fist bump Zac before toddling off to Liam.

As soon as his attention was back on her, Bailey's eyes locked onto Zac's. Her heart skipped a beat as he said that he loved her.. and it practically stopped when he mentioned a ring. She let him speak, staying quiet once again, and as he kissed her, she returned it gently, her arms wrapping around his neck as she did. After a minute she pulled back, looking up  at him. "I love you too Zachary Williams... this isn't the end of our story.. I promise you... just please, please look after yourself... I can't and I don't want to imagine a world without you in it... and you know if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away.." she said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips once more.

"Please don't go..." he whispered again, his forehead resting against hers. He was growing tired, weak from the emotions running through his body. A phone call will never be enough. Zac wanted to support her but by doing that it meant letting his heart be broken, he couldn't do that without a few protests here or there. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks and straightened up. "You text me when you get there safe. I.. I might go a bit quiet on you but.. I need time. This is... a lot." He looked at Noah and Liam and then at Bailey. "I really am sorry about your grandma."

"I wish I didn't have to.. but it's for the best.. I'm so sorry.." she whispered, taking in everything about his presence in that moment.. his scent, the warmth of his touch, the safety she felt just being around him.. she wanted to remember all of it so that she could hold onto it during the rough nights. 

"I'm going to miss you, so much." she whispered, kissing his jaw lightly. "I understand if you go quiet... again I'm so sorry.." she added, glancing down at the mention of her grandmother. "She would have loved you.."

Zac was barely keeping it cool. "Let my driver take you guys wherever you need to be. He can be yours for the next few days or whatever..." It was the only way he knew he could help. "Please. Just... abuse the hell out of a free ride. Load the car up with shit..." He didn't want to talk about missing each other or how her family would see him. God, he hated knowing they probably never would know him. That he'd just be a little bump on Bailey's road through life. He was starting to shut down, put walls up. If he didn't talk about missing her he didn't have to feel how bad it would hurt to do so. "One more kiss?" He asked, tilting his head again. "Make it one I can't forget."

"Thank you.." she said softly, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. "We'll probably fly out this afternoon."

Although she was leaving and this felt final, Bailey definitely didn't want it to be. Zac wasn't just another ex in her life, he meant something special to her, but she was positive that if the love she felt was true, everything would work out once all of this family stuff was sorted. "We found each other after Greece... it'll be easier this time.. I promise.." 

She smiled a half smile at his request before leaning up on her toes to kiss him deeply, her body pressing against his as she tangled her fingers through his hair gently.

Zac lent down, his hands finder her legs and in one swift move he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him. Balancing her with one arm around her middle he brought his other hand to her neck, holding her to the kiss, pouring his soul into it. It was probably a little less PG+13 then they usually kept it around Noah but fuck it, Zac wasn't letting this kiss go by so easily.

Bailey's legs quickly wrapped around his waist as he lifted her up, not even caring that she was sharing a kiss this passionate in front of her brother and son. This kiss was her last chance to show the male just how much she cared about him, she let all her passion flow into it, making it a kiss she would never forget either.

Zac held on to her until they could barely catch their breaths, and then slowly he let go. Guiding her to her feet, no longer wrapping him up safe, warm and loved. No. He stepped back, his fingers lingering with hers. "Have a safe flight." He brought her hand to his cheek, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Remember, text me when you get home. Just.. so I know you made it." Zac stepped back, dropping her hand. He nodded at Liam, and then at Noah, and then he turned. He turned because he knew any minute now he'd break, and that wouldn't be in front of them all. As he reached the elevator it opened, Dorris stepped out and Zac stepped in. He looked out at his little family as the doors slowly shut. "Goodbye."

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#tw: death of family member #tw: sad zac #tw: break up