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sexysapphicshopowner · 5 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”

🤎 She’s flustered all night

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.”

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”

If only you know, huh?

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.

You didn’t get anything.

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”

“So?”

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”

“Yeah?”

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”

That did not help her calm down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.

You knew that necklace anywhere.

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.

Neither was your makeup when you started crying.

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”

“You do?”

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”

“You’re cute.”

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”

“As are you, your point?”

“My poi-”

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”

She knew what the fuck she was doing.

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”

“I love you too....”

“So....”

“So?”

“What now?”

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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Hey, since you made a Fic where Tyrone was a vampire, Could you do one where he’s a demon the reader does a deal with. He does the reader a favour and exchange, he has a night with them?

A/N: Whew. I'm trying to get to some of these requests! Forgive me for taking so long!

With This Sin

Pairing: Demon!Tyrone x Spooky!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Use of pet names. There is a power imbalance, there is a sexual favor being exchanged, but it's consensual. Use of magic. Mentions of Hell. ONE SHOT.

Summary: See ask. You found a spell in a thrift store and decided to try it, not knowing if it would work or not. When it does, you're unprepared for what awaits you.

Word Count: 5,242k

A/N: I hope ya'll ain't think I forgot about my baby. He just needed some rest. He been working overtime these past few months, LOL. Who's ready for more spooky Tyrone? I've been teasing this so long that it felt like I was the only one excited. Ah well, LOL. Sorry about the wait, but I hope you enjoy! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You checked and double checked the incantations, the warnings, and the ingredients you gathered. The spell was written on old parchment and the wrinkly paper crinkled in your hand as you smoothed it out. Reading by a full moon was hard, but you didn’t want to damage the paper further.

When you found it in the thrift shop, you knew it was special. While you didn’t truly think this could work, why not try it? You had nothing to do and your friends were off being boring bitches at the club, shaking ass for lame fuck boys who didn’t have the dick to back up all their talk.

The blades of grass sank beneath your knees as you fidgeted. You were nervous. Of course you were nervous. What if it really did work? What if?

A quiet breeze caressed your exposed shoulders in your tank top. The instructions were too faint to see what else you were supposed to wear. You opted for a long skirt to protect your skin from any creepy crawlies in the ground. You loved nature, but not that much.

You stood up from the ground and rechecked the circle you made. According to the spell, you were to spend all month collecting interesting rocks, seashells, pebbles, or whatever else that was shiny and happened to catch your eye. You made one giant circle, big enough to hopefully contain what you were going to summon.

At the directional gates, you placed items of great value to you. You placed a necklace handed down to you at the North gate, a rook from a chess set at the West gate, a yo-yo at the East gate, and a photo of your grandmother at the South gate. You walked the circle to ensure that there were no gaps that the demon could slip through. No loopholes it could worm its way past.

The only thing left to do was…the actual spell. You took a few deep breaths, listening to the music of the meadow you were in. Finding this open place, away from nosy passersby, under direct moonlight, was a challenge and a half. You were about to give up when you found this place.

There were sounds of chirping, crickets, and the breeze playing in the giant trees overhead. Your breathing slowed until it matched the natural rhythm of the space around you. Your feet were bare and your toes burrowed into the grass. Your hands were spread, fingers wiggling to ground yourself in your body.

Here it goes…

You began the spell, chanting the exact words from the parchment. You studied it so many times, consulting several pronunciation websites, that you knew it by heart. You needed clear speech, clear thought, and intent in order to accomplish your goal.

At first nothing happened. You kept going, watching the circle intently for any hint of a change. By the third stanza of the spell, the air before you shimmered like heat off of asphalt. Your heart leapt in your chest but you didn’t stop. You continued, focusing all of your energy to summoning a demon with enough power to accomplish your goal.

The air split, like two hands poked through and ripped the fabric of reality. Red smoke seeped through, spilling into the circle and brushing against the boundary of the circle. You watched for any areas it might seep through. It held.

It was working! Your heart worked double time, too excited to contain it in your chest. A grin crossed your face, eyes opened wider. You didn’t want to miss a thing.

Out of the smoke, there was movement. There was so much red smoke, you couldn’t see what was coming out. Were there tentacles? Bones? Husks? Was it a meat suit? It could be anything.

On the last stanza, your voice rose. Amplified in the meadow. The birds stopped chittering. The breeze increased, blowing against you and making you sway. You continued. Mother Nature herself was watching what you were bringing into this world. Trying to stop you with the first element available to her.

You planted your feet, hoping she wouldn’t open the ground beneath you and swallow you down to Hell. You were more of a cold weather type of girly. Plus you’d miss ice cream too much.

The final word dropped from your lips as a booming crack ripped through the open sky. You looked above for any sign of thunder or lightning.

The sound of a sigh brought your attention to the circle. There stood…a man? He rolled his neck, stretched his arms as if he were waking from a long nap. He walked around the circle. Beyond him, the split in the air was still open, spilling that red smoke. The man kicked it up as he walked the around it.

Power radiated off of him. It made you take a few steps back as you were staggered by it. The sheer magnitude of it was impressive and only your little circle kept him in line.

He reached out his hand, pulling his hand back as if the boundary hurt him. You licked your lips and watched him. You did it! But what exactly did you do? Your impressions of demons were ugly, winged creatures with clawed feet and devil horns.

This guy was…just a guy. He had thick, coiled hair. Wide lips. He wore black sunglasses, a black suit with a black turtleneck underneath. A gold chain was the brightest thing on him, glistening in the moonlight. His rich ebony skin was flawless. High cheekbones.

“Not bad, human. Not bad,” he said. His voice was like sin personified. His voice invited all kinds of dirty fantasies, dark thoughts, and naughty ideas. It reached down into your core and rubbed against it like a cat.

You placed a hand over your chest to calm it down. It should not have that type of effect on you. And yet…as far as demons went, he was damn handsome. You knew why devils were portrayed by the hottest people now. You’d almost sell your soul too if it meant you could hear more.

He faced you, looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. His eyes were slanted like cat’s eyes, a mix of orange and red. It was the only outward sign of his otherworldliness. His presence alone nearly choked you.

“You’re really a…demon,” you said.

He grinned, showing off a neat row of teeth. The smile made your knees weak. You had to step in place to knock some sense back into yourself.

“Demon is such a human word,” he said.

“So what do you call yourselves then?” You asked.

“You can’t pronounce it,” he said, the grin never leaving his face.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure,” you said. “What’s your name then?”

He chuckled, the sound smooth and slow as molasses. “Do you not know how this works, little human? Are you playing with grandma’s cookbook again?”

You folded your arms. “To be honest, I didn’t think this was going to work,” you said. You approached the circle but kept a respectful distance. Just because he seemed to be confined, didn’t mean he actually was. He could be trying to play you. Fool you. Trick you. Any minute he could step over a gate and snatch you up, killing you dead.

You walked around the circle. He continued to face forward. The suit jacket hid his backside, but there was plenty of moonlight overhead to highlight his features. When you made it back to his front, he tilted his head and licked his lips.

“What year is it?” He asked.

“2024,” you answered.

He tilted his head back towards the moonlight as if he were soaking it up. He merely sniffed the air, breathed deeply. Guess that answered the question on if he needed to breathe. If Hell or wherever he was from had oxygen.

“Been a long time since I’ve been summoned. Your kind has forgotten why they’re scared of the dark. Your funny little lights and machines to scare away the big, bad, shadows creeping through the world,” he said.

“According to this, I summon you and I get to ask for anything I want in exchange for a sacrifice. A sacrifice of great detriment to me that does not result in loss of limb, life, or otherwise get permanently maimed or disfigured?” You asked.

The man ran his tongue across his teeth, looking at you with renewed interest. He pushed his glasses up his face and placed a hand in the air like a mime. He pushed against the boundary as if there really was a wall right there. He leaned forward and tilted his head.

“Little human’s done her homework,” he said. “I’m not in that type of business. Blood, gore, and the like don’t excite me.”

“What does excite you?” You didn’t intend for that to sound flirty. Or like an invitation. Your voice naturally dipped, became sultry, breathy.

He licked his lips slowly. You couldn’t see his eyes but you got the sense that he was paying attention to you. To the way your breathing increased, chest rising and falling a bit quicker. What else would he notice? What else could he see? Sense? You had a million questions but the full moon only lasted so long.

“Well? What is it that you desire?” He asked.

“I want money,” you said. The man grinned but you continued, undeterred. “I want billions of generational money that sets up me and my descendants for thousands of years. It can never be taken away, stolen, conned, given away, or the target of nefarious conspiracies.” You added more caveats, things you didn’t consider before but had to.

You didn’t care if it was shallow. You didn’t care if it was selfish. You didn’t care that this was a petty fucking reason to summon a demon and play with the natural order of the world. You were tired. Tired in your soul.

Your ancestors’ weariness was engraved in each bone in your body. You came from kings and queens. Entire Black ass empires that were world leaders in education, medicine, and agriculture. Thousands of years of dignity, unity, and a beautiful culture. Until four hundred years of bullshit that you were still paying for. Fighting for crumbs.

Your black ass was tired. Tired of the struggle bus. Tired of working and working with nothing to show for it. The powers in charge worked tirelessly to keep their boot on your neck. To keep your children poor and their children even poorer. So what if you wanted to game the system? Who the hell was gon’ stop you?

The man laughed. A deep rumbling laugh that started in his chest and echoed as it came out of his mouth. “I like you,” he said.

The smile was on your face before you realized that you should not be that happy that a demon liked you. This whole scene was surreal but if he could truly deliver? You and your people were set for thousands of years. And you weren’t going to keep it entirely to yourself.

You were going to help your friends, charity, start scholarships, all kinds of rewards for Black kids. You were going to pay their tuition, sponsor their businesses; you were going to be the Black Mary Poppins. You were going to upset the financial sector to the point that you’d have them mu’fuckas shaking in their boots to see what you would do next.

“So how does this work? Do you snap your fingers and boom, my bank account is rolling in money? Do you create the money? Can I take it from decrepit old white men who really shouldn’t be alive at this point?” You asked.

The man straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. He looked up at the moon overhead. Soon, it would begin its next phase, transitioning away from a completely full moon. The parchment mentioned something of a time limit. Sort of like Cinderella. There was only so much time that Mother Nature would allow an intruder in her space.

“Does your little paper explain how I give you what you want?” He asked. “An ask like this requires a lot of power.”

“Power you don’t have?” You asked.

He rocked on his heels and grinned. “I have the power. But nothing is free. When I work in this…realm, let’s just say I need something to bond to.”

“Something like…?”

He grinned and stared at you, you assumed. For all you knew, he was watching TV behind those glasses. Though you didn’t think so. He was too intense. Too focused. Too in tune with this dance between you.

He waited there so long that your nerves got the best of you. “What do you need to bond to?”

“Moments of heightened emotion. There’s power in anger, desperation, love…desire,” he said.

You scoffed and shook your head. “Sex? You’re saying you need to have sex with me in order to grant my request?”

“If that’s where your mind went, who am I to argue?” He asked.

A strangled, garbled sound left you. There was no way…there was no earthly way that you would open your body up to a demon just for you to get money. You weren’t a sex worker. You respected the profession but you needed a little more loving before you opened your legs. Certainly not to a supernatural being. No matter how many times your pussy fluttered whenever he spoke or the twinge of excitement low in your belly whenever he smirked or smiled.

“How do I even know you can do what you claim? You could be a liar,” you said.

He nodded. “I can give you a demonstration. A kiss?”

You folded your arms across your chest, feeling entirely too exposed all of a sudden. But…an errant, naughty thought bounced in your mind.

What if it did work? Wouldn’t that be worth it? You and your people would have security. Something no one – other than rich people – got. You’d be able to live a life of luxury and leisure. Spending your days enjoying life, rather than stuck at a 9-5 you hated. Broke down, beat down, and old before you reached thirty-five.

You stepped forward. “You can’t cross the line, but I can and no harm can befall me in the circle I created,” you said. “Right?”

He sighed. “You was one of them teacher’s pets weren’t you?”

“I like to be prepared.” This was insane. This was wrong. This was so beyond fucked up that you should banish him and find some other way to get what you wanted. But hell, if nothing else, you had a wild story to tell at parties. No one would believe you fucked a demon, but they didn’t have to.

You took a deep breath and made sure to step over the circle of stones and shells and not through it. The man smiled as you stepped onto his side. His powerful aura was even more intense inside of the circle. As if he contained the combined might and power of all eight planets and their density was going to crush you.

It was a bit hard to breathe around it. You began to pant as if you ran three marathons, weak and swaying. The man rubbed his hands together and his power began to recede. You hunched over, hands on your knees, as you sucked in more oxygen.

There was still red smoke seeping from the gaping wound in the world, but you stayed far away from it. The last thing you needed was to be stuck on the other side. If you did survive, you had no way of getting back.

He waited patiently as you regained some strength. You straightened up slowly, testing your body by shaking out your limbs. You were okay, you were okay.

“I don’t even know what to call you,” you said. “If I’m going to give you my body, I ought to know your name.”

He smiled. “You may call me Tyrone,” he said.

As far as names went, it wasn’t a bad thing. At least it was nothing crazy like Aurelius. Tyrone seemed to suit him for some reason. Besides his eyes, he could fit in with any other Black man off the street today. Then again, no one would mistake him for human if he walked past them.

He walked closer to you. It took all of your willpower not to move. He reached out with a hand and ran it up your arm. You shivered from his touch. A full body shiver that almost set your teeth to chattering. But you felt it like a deep pull low in your belly.

He leaned in closer, taking a deep audible breath. You closed your eyes, the moment calling for a type of intimacy you couldn’t see with your eyes. You could only feel as he moved his nose across your cheek. Stepped closer and brought his chest closer to yours. He was incredibly warm. Waves of heat dripping off of him and making you forget that you were standing in the middle of a meadow.

He brought his lips closer to yours but didn’t kiss you yet. Your lips parted, waiting for the contact. He paused, on the precipice of kissing you.

Moving felt like it would break the moment. Destroy this bubble. You found yourself leaning forward, impatient for his lips. You felt him smile before he closed the gap and touched his lips to yours.

You gasped as power flooded through him to you by this small contact. It was as if you jumped into a pool of static. Electricity danced along your skin and underneath. He didn’t move his lips or seek more. He stood there, not touching you or pulling you closer.

The power became unbearable and he finally pulled away. It seemed like it took ages for your eyes to open. You gasped, a deep lungful of air that burned your lungs. The world seemed sharper or clearer. As if you had been blind your entire life and suddenly could see.

He seemed to glow with some inner light that gave him a fuzzy outline. You looked towards the meadow and the green seemed more vibrant. The colors brighter. The glow bugs and birds looking down at you from the trees were curious little things. You could count how many feathers were on their tiny bodies.

“Check your little box,�� he said.

His deep voice snapped you out of your rambling thoughts. You fished around your pockets for your phone. You pulled up your banking app. Your account had a few more commas in it and you clutched your chest seeing it.

“Oh shit!” You screamed. You screamed some more and looked at him. “Shit! Shit!”

He chuckled and moved closer still. His lips caressed your cheek, temple, and moved closer to your ear. “Imagine what I could do with more than a kiss,” he said.

You dropped your phone to the ground. With that kind of money, you could buy an entire phone company. You could buy several. You moved your head and looked at him. He still wore his glasses so you reached up to remove them. He leaned back and cocked his head to the side.

“Are you sure? I can become whatever you want. What tickles your pussy? Wolves? Lions? The latest celebrity fucktoy?”

“You. If I’m being honest,” you said. Now that you allowed yourself to feel the attraction and not just dismiss it, it was screaming at you from all sides that he was gorgeous. That he was unlike anything else you had ever seen or would see. Being with him would change your life on a fundamental level.

Accepting him into your body would change you atom by atom and you were perfectly fine with it. You continued to remove his glasses, taking in his strange eyes. He grinned as you did so.

His fingers lightly grazed your skin as he lifted the hem of your shirt. You helped him take it off of you. You wore no bra underneath and Tyrone greedily looked at your titties. He held each one in each of his hands and kneaded your flesh. Playing with your soft, squishy mounds and running his thumbs across your nipples.

Your growing desire pooled in your panties and you squirmed from his questing hands. He held you reverently, like a goddess and he was a mere supplicant. He either dialed back his power or it only happened when his lips touched yours. While your skin tingled from the earlier contact, you didn’t feel like you were going to jump right out of your bones.

His hands continued to play with your titties. He pinched your nipples between his fingers and you gasped, a tiny whine leaving your mouth. He grinned and did it again, not stopping until he elicited that same whine from you.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” you said.

Tyrone captured your lips with his. Power ebbed and flowed between you and it wasn’t as intense as before. This you could stand. You appreciated even that bit of effort.

His hands moved downwards, playing with your tummy and squeezing. “You’re so soft,” he whispered against your lips. “I could get lost in you.” His tongue played with yours, quietly seeking entry into your mouth.

“Fuck,” you moaned. His big, rough hands were the perfect contrast against your smooth skin. He continued to move downward, pushing your skirt and panties down to pool at your feet.

You moved his jacket off of him. You took your time removing his shirt as well. He wasn’t gross underneath. You blew out a tiny sigh. Surely, he had to be anatomically correct if he got his rocks off seducing people that summoned him.

He had a solid, muscle-bound stomach that you could bounce a quarter off of if he flexed. His arms were huge. And felt like rock underneath your hands. His pants were next, flowing down over strong hips, thick thighs, and long legs. You wanted to take a bite out of his ass.

Now you were both naked, both gripping at each other’s bodies like you didn’t know where to start first. Where to kiss or grab or lick. You settled on licking his chest to see if he tasted as good as he looked. He tasted even better. The chain around his neck was settled like a weight around his neck. You played with it, while he dropped his head to your shoulders and kissed you there.

He nibbled on your skin while your hands traveled over his body. He didn’t need to pour his magic all over you in order for you to feel dizzy with desire. You were shaking with the burning need to take him. To ride him. Your hands cupped the length of him and you froze.

That…couldn’t be right. He couldn’t be that damn big. Your mouth dropped open as your hand continued to stroke him. He was long and thick, with a nice bulbous head that leaked precum. You…were in danger.

As if reading your thoughts, he dropped to his knees and took you with him. You gasped, finding a blanket beneath you now. You saw hints of red around the red smoke. Giving the illusion that you were sitting on a bed of red clouds in the sky.

He pushed you onto your back and gripped your knees. He grinned, eyes seeming to glow, as he pried your legs apart. You moaned, gyrating on the softest blanket you’d ever felt. It was a bit fuzzy and felt amazing on your back.

Was the red smoke full of an aphrodisiac? Because you felt like your skin was going to burn off unless he did something. Anything to your body besides kiss and nibble on it. You were growing needier by the second. He massaged your thighs as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy.

He dropped to his stomach. No words. No warning. He flattened his tongue out and licked you from your entrance to your clit and you moaned, loud and desperate. “Oh fuck! Tyrone, please,” you said.

“Please what, little human?” He asked. He returned to licking you, suckling at the sweet nectar your body produced. You trembled in his hands, trying to close your legs against his delicious mouth. It was too much!

Words left you as you surrendered to the pleasure. To the incredible, out of body experience you were having. His shoulders were too big to close against. He moved a little higher to ensure that you could not deny him your body. Could not deny the passion and desire flowing out of you and filling him up like a battery.

He moved his arms up to grab onto your nipples once more and roll them between his fingers. Your body arched off of the ground. “Oh fuck! Ouee, fuck, right there,” you moaned.

His tongue flicked your clit and you were soon making teetering wails. You came with a viciously loud, echoing moan. If there was anyone nearby, they’d certainly hear you. Hear your screams in the meadow as this demon licked, sucked, and moaned into your pussy.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to push or fight him off. As if that would help with the intense pleasure you were feeling. Like the orgasm couldn’t be contained in your body. Like it had to be let out somehow but was restricted by the confines of your skin.

Tyrone’s gold chain was cold against your skin, but did little to help. Did little to help pull you back to reality. Eventually, your body did take over and you calmed down from such an intense feeling.

Tyrone kissed up your body, leaving wet kisses on your lower belly and between your breasts. He suckled one nipple into his mouth before continuing up and capturing your lips. Fuck, you smelled divine on his lips. Tasted just as good on his tongue. He kissed your jaw and your neck, licking the delicate skin there.

Your bottom lip quivered. You were still so needy for him. Needing to be filled. You were hollow. Empty. There was no existence in this life worth a damn unless he was sliding that piece of art he had in between your legs.

“Please, Tyrone. Please, it hurts so bad. I need you inside me,” you begged.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. He tugged on your neck with his teeth and you cried out, gyrating your hips against his.

“Please, please. I can’t stand it anymore,” you cried. Your voice wobbled a bit as tears gathered in your eyes. You were drunk with lust. Out of your mind. “Please.”

Tyrone lifted onto his hands and moved his knees forward. It pushed your thighs back until you were nearly folded in half. He watched you as he moved his hips and moved his dick against your wet folds.

You moaned from that alone. You sniffled, a few tears finally escaping your eyes and trailing down the side of your face and into your hair. You just needed to be complete. To be filled up. To have him…

“Oh fuck,” you rasped. He pushed inside with one hard thrust, cutting off your insane line of thinking.

You clutched him to you as if you could absorb him into your body. You’d have to settle for the fact that he was as close as possible already. You bit his shoulder because there wasn’t enough air to scream.

He moved his hips in hard, deep strokes that made you hike your legs higher. Scratch at his back. Your titties bounced with each stroke and he licked his lips.

Every few strokes, he’d drop down into a push up and suck a nipple into his mouth. He alternated between the two so each one got as much attention as the other. He rolled the sensitive little buds between his teeth, pushing you into another orgasm.

On the heels of that one ending, he pushed you into another. Curses fell from your mouth like sparks from fireworks lighting up the sky. You looked towards the moon as Tyrone possessed you. Claimed you. Ruined you here right in this meadow.

He licked the swell of your breasts as moans and grunts escaped him as well. As he closed his eyes and lost himself inside you. He groaned as he nutted, filling you to the brim with his cum.

You came at the same time, widening your eyes as you looked at him. He looked at you as if you held all the secrets of the universe. Staring like he lived or died on your word. A different kind of power flowed between you. Something unnameable. Sacred. Cherished.

He grunted as he spilled every last drop and then removed himself from between your legs. That desperate clinginess from earlier began to dissipate. You huffed, falling back against the blanket and stared up at the night sky.

“You will have all that you asked for,” he said. He was out of breath, same as you. You felt like you had been irrevocably changed. Unmade. Made in his image. He turned on his side and pulled you into him.

You turned to face him. You both laid there and panted, coming down from this incredible bond. “Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“The gratitude belongs with me, little human. I’ve never…experienced something like that before,” he said. He grinned. You couldn’t resist kissing him some more.

You began to tremble from the cold. He stole the heat right out of your body. He rubbed your arms, side, and ass, any bits he could get his hands on.

You saw the look in his eyes before he said a word. “I know you have to go. It’s okay,” you said.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. He called your name softly. You weren’t even going to ask how he knew it at this point. Maybe he could read minds or something in the spell allowed him to know you. But he kissed each of your fingers and looked at you.

“You ever think of anything else you want, you know how to reach me,” he said.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. Yeah right. You could not have a standing monthly date with a fucking demon. Though the idea wasn’t without merit. How in the hell were you supposed to ride a mediocre dick after this?

His lips returned to yours, lazy, sloppy things that made you giggle and gasp in between. He kissed you until the very last second, the pull of the moon signaling the end of your time together. You sat up and watched him as he stepped back through the gap in the world. He blew you a kiss and disappeared inside. It sealed itself behind him and you laid back down on the soft grass, staring up and up.

You would never meet someone like Tyrone. And you feared that you’d search for him everywhere now. In every blade of grass, flower bloomed, star that blinked, or whenever you heard a song that reminded you of him. You only hoped that wherever he was, he spared a thought for you as well.

The end.

Well, well. If you need some more after that, you're in luck! The Secret Tyrone Files

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Say Yes (Javier Peña and Horacio Carrillo)

Summary: Carrillo and Peña work closely with you during the takedown of Escobar. With tension rising between you three and you inviting them in to your apartment, a drink turns into everything you fantasized about and more.

A/N: Ha, remember when I posted this accidentally? Welp, that's what happens when you don't check your queue for a few months LMAO. But at last, it's here after many months of writing this on and off since this was a new challenge for me as I've never written a threesome before. I'm 90% sure this is right because I'm running off of low sleep and I will come back to edit this if I need to but I hope you enjoy! As always, drink water and stay beautiful 💚

Pairing: Javier Peña and Horacio Carrillo x !f reader (I believe that's how you do it pls correct me if I'm wrong)

Warnings: (A list whew and I was even thinking about dp but another time) Light spanking, hair pulling, cunt spanking, f and m receiving oral, p in v penetration (don't be silly wrap it up like candy) cumshot on stomach, cumshot on tongue. I think that's it but I will add more if I need to :)

Tagged: @squidlywiddly87 (uh now you can read this LMAO but I hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 7.7k (I promise this was supposed to be shorter)

“Care to come up for a drink?” An innocent question led to a night that was unforgettable if it could be put into words. It sparked something that the three of you were oblivious to. There was tension between the three of you, a sexual tension to be exact, but it was unspoken due to work. Murphy would make note of it, seeing how Carrillo and Peña would look at you when it was ridiculously hot out, you having to strip off a layer or two to keep yourself cool. Your shirt would cling to your body due to the sweat, outline your breasts more than the shirt would do when you weren’t sweating.

He would also make note of how you would take notice of how their shirts would cling to their muscles, seeing how sculpted their bodies were. Carrillo’s arms were…intimidating for some people. But for you, they were what led to a pool of arousal to form in your underwear. Those pants that Javi would wear, that would shape the lower half of his body, mainly his butt, well, you always wondered what it looked like without his clothes on. The three of you thought that you were discreet about the lust that you had for each other, but Steve always took note of it, just to see the annoyed expressions on either one of your faces.

Was he wrong? Not exactly. It was obvious that there was something between the three of you, a carnal desire that was mistaken for something so little, almost nothing in your lives. Sure, there was flirting exchanged from the three of you. One-liners coming from both Carrillo and Peña that would leave you blushing. You playing with their stuff like taking Peña’s aviators or taking Carrillo’s walkie talkie, forcing them to chase after you and grab you, making you all feel slightly aroused by the close proximity that you all shared. It was friendly on the surface, but it was bordering a line of no return. You all were determined to keep it as nothing more, nothing less.

But the lines were getting closer to being blurred by touching each other. It was more frequent, and it was getting harder to never let it drift down to where it was actually needed. You longed for a touch on the arm to go to them grabbing your breasts, just like they longed for you to go to palming them in their pants. And maybe it had to go further with them going under your shirt, getting a chance to let their rough, calloused hands touch your soft skin. Maybe it was necessary for you to reach down, going to their underwear to feel the thin material only making their erections more prominent. Maybe it was necessary to just strip everything off, to act on impulse and do what felt right in that moment. After all, protocol could be broken in desperate measures.

Needless to say, it wasn’t hard to let your mind go down a road of endless possibilities of having just one of them take you, perhaps letting both of them take you. Late nights alone in your apartment could be filled with you moaning their names, one hand down your cotton shorts and the other palming your breast, letting profanities slip out as you drew yourself closer to an orgasm. You thought of having one fucking you senseless and the other fucking your face, neither one of them taking any action in slowing down their actions. How they could edge you closer to an orgasm, but deny it in the last second, seeing you whine at the loss of their touch that was a drug to you. You thought of how they would love to see you beg for more, to fuck you harder, to let you cum, to make you forget the day’s events until you were seeing white.

You just wished that they would take you one day so that you wouldn’t have to wonder how big they actually were in those pants that would occasionally outline their cocks. The image of them right before you, their cocks painfully hard and waiting to fill your mouth up and reach the back of your throat. To feel those soft, delicate hands of yours wrap around it, pumping it slowly and making eye contact with them as you did it, batting those eyelashes at them before taking them in your mouth again was what brought you on the brink of an orgasm. The image of them waiting to take you so they could ruin everything about you, leave you with your makeup running down your face and a hoarse voice from all the screaming of their names would be imprinted in your brain.

And in their respective homes your name could be escaping their lips, their hand down their boxers, pumping slowly and letting a finger circle around the tip, wishing it was your tongue on their cock. They wanted to look down to see that mouth of yours stretched wide open, trying to fit their cock in your mouth so it could reach new depths. They wanted to thrust into your mouth, grab your hair so they could take control while you took it all like the good girl that you were. They wanted to hear and feel you gag on their cocks, making them grunt and whisper sweet nothings to you about how you were doing a good job of taking them with no complaints.

Sweat would be dripping down their face as they thought of taking you in the office after seeing you in a tight blouse and equally tight pants, just wanting to rip the blouse open and hear the buttons fall on the floor as they took a breast out of your bra to suck on them, hearing soft moans come out one by one from you before they just took you on the fucking desk. Out in the open to relieve some stress and try to see who could make the other cum first before going home to finish the activities. Or even after a night of going out and going back to each other’s homes like this one, maybe acting on impulse to kiss you instead of watching you walk in, seeing the way your pants cuffed your ass the way they would cuff it with their hands.

The fantasy was alive in your minds, but you guys wouldn’t act on it. Escobar was what mattered, not having Pena and Carrillo strip you naked and take you until you just couldn’t take it anymore, your sensitivity making it impossible to take it from either one of them. Them fucking you until your juices are just coating their fucking cocks, screaming so fucking loud that the cars that drive by are barely audible. Them getting off on seeing you in a state of euphoria, the high of cumming multiple times would have you see white as your eyes rolled back. But Escobar was the top priority, and impulsive decisions were never good. They were unnecessary risks that led to consequences that the faint hearted couldn’t handle.

“One drink won’t hurt, right?” Peña looked at you, and then Carrillo. Carrillo was hesitant, not knowing what one drink would do. One drink was the fatality of all morally right decisions. It could be the drink that led to answers of questions that a sober person would normally omit. It could be a detriment to a friendship, a relationship even. It could change the dynamics of how you would all look at each other, knowing how you all were in a different environment without the looming pressure of catching Escobar on your minds. To let all the stress, whether it would be mental, emotional, or physical just escape for once. That was what one drink could do, but was it worth it?

“Just say yes. That’s all you gotta do.” You bit your lip as you said it, your fingers twirling your keys as you waited for his answer. Were you trying to entice Carrillo by biting your lip? Yes, but what would a little lip bite do to someone? It wouldn’t hurt anyone. What would hurt would be how they would take you objectively, just as you imagined they would. A pain that would be worth feeling as it drew you closer to climaxing and fulfilling a fantasy that was created in the depths of your mind the moment you transferred down to Columbia and laid your eyes on the two of them.

“Yes,” With the way that he said it, it was almost as if he was trying to familiarize himself with that word. After all, it was used in a context of agreeing to go upstairs to a woman’s apartment that he’s been waiting to fuck for as long as he could remember. A smile tugged at your lips from his response and you went to open the door, feeling both of their eyes on your ass. You decided to make it interesting for you by dropping your keys, bending down to reach them, putting your ass out on the forefront for them to look at and long to touch, as were you longing to have them touch you in the most intimate of places.

You finally opened the door, turning on the light and placing your keys on the table, moving out of the way so they could walk in. You took notice of their outfits, Carrillo in that dark green outfit that was a tad bit too tight around his arms, highlighting how strong he was on top. You looked over to Pena, seeing that his shirt was unbuttoned, sweating near his neck which only made it harder to ignore how his neck was a turn on for you. It was just so strong, and it only looked hotter when he was angry. The way his neck would be flexed, the tension reminding you of how his arms would be flexed when he would be man-handling a suspect. You forced yourself to peel your eyes away from them and walked over to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator. Knowing that beer was the “safer” option for three of you, you pulled out three bottles, feeling that wine would be a bit too formal for a night like this.

You handed them the beer after opening it up for them, letting your fingers brush past theirs. You wondered how they would feel on the rest of your body, caressing it or making it a point to feel pain that was more so pleasure for you. You walked back over to the kitchen to get your beer, taking a small sip, letting the alcohol enter your body after a day of no success in catching Escobar. It was disappointing, to say the least. You guys were putting your lives on the line, with no avail. Escobar was always two, three, maybe even four steps ahead of you guys and there was no one to turn to except each other.

The police? Not a chance with the way they were all on a payroll for Escobar and every other drug lord that could pay them off. The Columbian Government? They were just as bad as the police, maybe even worse as they were the ones setting the example for the police to follow. Your government? They were no help to you guys as their actions were the complete opposite of what they said they were doing on television. All they wanted was to ensure that they could get some money out of this and to have the chance to play captain on a boat that was sinking. The president could lie all he wanted to on television, to say that they were making progress in something that was only going to go down in flames in the end. But the fact of the matter was you were the ones that were out there that could see the lies. The government only wanted the glory of saying that they helped with the war on drugs, if you could even it call it that.

Were you guys perfect? No, not in the slightest bit. You got your hands dirty in the line of war, even when you wanted to stay dry for just one day. Blood covered your hands no matter how hard you scrubbed it off. It was still there, in memory. No number of promotions, awards, or congratulations from those that knew or didn’t know the situation at hand could make you guys feel relieved in what it was that you guys did every single day. It changed you guys, whether you believed it or not. You were not the same as you guys were before the wild goose chase of finding and capturing Escobar was set into motion. You saw things you wished to forget, did things that haunted your dreams, and wondered if everything that you guys were doing was for a noble cause.

In theory it was, saving the people from drugs that destroyed families, homes, and could bring down anyone that was against it. But in reality? It was just politics, something that you hated for as long as you could remember. Politics that only worked in your favor when it was something that could suit the ones in power. It was bullshit, but so was everything about this war on drugs and capturing Escobar. You needed a break from the bullshit that surrounded your life as a person trying to capture someone so far out, and so did they.

So, one drink was what brought things to a haze of some sorts, to where you said things that you would normally keep to yourself. You made a few flirtatious comments, letting the alcohol do the talking that you wouldn’t dare say with a sober mind. You guys all went over to your couch, and you were in between the two of them, Peña to your left and Carrillo to your right. The tv was on, playing a black-and-white Columbian movie that none of you guys were paying attention to.

Your beers were slowly dwindling away with each sip and the conversation started to take a turn from light to heavy. You felt yourself relax a tad bit, seeing them relax too and look more alive. You got another drink for the three of you, and the more the alcohol entered your bodies, the closer you got to making rash decisions. You would touch them in places that you only thought of when you would touch yourself, needing a release of some sort without taking it too far. Maybe the lack of eating made it easier to have the alcohol take over quickly, or maybe you were just done waiting for something that needed to happen. They did the same but were more subtle as they wanted to tread carefully, not wanting to blur the lines of friendship over a misunderstanding.

By the fifth round, it was decided that they would crash at your place for the night, seeing as though they couldn’t even call a cab for themselves without slurring their words. You felt yourself become wet at the thought of them staying over, knowing that they would only be in the next room over instead of being a drive away. You weren’t sure if your drunk self could keep your fantasies hidden away with that in mind, and they weren’t sure if they could last knowing that you were in the other room, in skimpy clothing that barely kept you cool with how hot it was down in Colombia.

Suddenly there was less space between the three of you, your arms brushing against one another and they leaned in closer to you, to where you could smell the hints of cologne that sent you on a frenzy. Maybe sometime in between they both made the accusation that you moaned when you got a whiff of their scent, but you only laughed, knowing that they had no clue as to how you really moaned when you were being pleasured. You playfully hit them, letting your touch linger a bit longer than it should’ve. You felt the goosebumps rise on their skin with your touch. The hair on their necks would stand tall as you leaned on either one of their shoulders, and you could feel goosebumps on your skin rise as they would casually place a hand on your thighs, to just grab something that was across from them. Their hands were strong and were interesting to look at, seeing that they held stories that you didn’t know about.

Their eyes would be a tell-tale sign that they had seen the horrors of trying to dismantle a drug cartel. But their hands were the proof of them trying to make a difference. They would move your hair out of your face, taking their time in studying your features. You were all treading on uncharted territory that was dangerous, but danger was what was needed in life. Danger was the fire that would keep you alive. To burn brighter and higher as you took chance after chance to live a life that was only shown in the movies.

Deciding to stop drinking after the fifth round, you got up, placing both of your hands on one of their thighs to balance yourself. You could feel them tense up from your hands gripping their thighs, but they didn’t say anything about it. You took their beers as they were done, and you brought them over to the kitchen to throw them out. You were getting ready to get some water when you heard them whispering. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but you figured it was nothing serious. Suddenly, they got up and went into the kitchen. You turned around and saw them eyeing you, making you feel hot. Their stare made you question whether or not you could last until you went to bed. You went to go to another part of the kitchen, but they got closer to you. You took a sip of your water, needing something to cool you off as you felt hotter with them being so close to you.

As you went to turn, Horacio came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and dipping his head to bring it closer to your neck, his breath fanning it. Javier was in the front, looking down as he took his fingers and brought them to your chin, lifting it up ever so softly. You stared into those deep but gentle eyes where his irises had bloomed from the arousal that was building from the time he walked into your apartment.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you bit your lip, seeing that had a reaction on Peña as he let out a slight groan at the sight of your teasing. Horacio let his hands drift down to get closer to your clothed core, something that you longed for. While Horacio went south, Javier ventured away from the northern area and went to grab your breasts, lightly squeezing them. It felt so fucking good to be touched after such a long time of being denied of that desire.

“Bonita, don’t fight it. Let go.” Javier could sense that you were trying to hold back, not wanting to give in just yet. Horacio hummed in agreement as he continued to kiss your neck, wanting to make it easier on their end to get you to stop holding back. You let out a soft moan, barely audible once Javi got to your shirt, opening the buttons and letting his fingers touch your breasts. Horacio let his hands unbutton your pants, not needing to see what he was doing. Perhaps he had a lot of experience like his partner did.

“Just say yes. That’s all you gotta do.” Horacio mimicked your words from earlier as he let his hand go into your underwear, feeling how your arousal has been building for the both of them. Javier unbuttoned your shirt entirely, letting your lacy blue bra be exposed. You knew that you couldn’t fight it anymore. You managed to catch your breath and open your eyes, still seeing Javi’s eyes transfixed on to you, waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” You breathed out, feeling Horacio’s fingers go down where they needed to be at. Javi wasted no time in capturing your lips, and you moaned in his mouth as his lips were the perfect blend of beer and cigarettes and Horacio had gotten down to putting his fingers in between your lips, gathering your slick to then rub your clit.

“How long have you been like this for? Were you just going to go in your room and get yourself off without a little help?” Horacio whispered in the shell of your ear, rubbing nice and slow, making your hips roll with him. You continued to kiss Javi but Horacio’s words made your face burn with heat, moaning slightly in the other’s mouth as Javi touched you all over.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Javi said in between kisses. You all separated but it wasn’t until Horacio carried you bridal style to the room where it finally hit you that this was happening. This was not a fantasy no longer. No, the two men that you were torn between choosing wanted you just as much as you wanted them. If that was not enough to send you over the moon, the way you were placed on the bed and both of them staring down at you, waiting to ravish you was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Javi turned to Carrillo, and the grins they both shared before moving over to you made your stomach drop. Before you knew it, your clothes were being discarded, shirt thrown to the side, your bra unclasped, pants shimmying down with your panties and you were helping them without a second thought, now with you completely naked and them still fully clothed.

“Let’s see how pent up you are,” Carrillo murmured, him trailing up to you to kiss you and Javi traveling down to your exposed sex, his fingers drumming in between your thighs to get them open.

“Open up for me, cielo.” Javi commanded as you were slowly getting lost in Carrillo’s kiss, his much rougher and hasty than Javi’s. You opened up and soon you felt that fluffy hair nuzzling between your thighs before he used his plump lips to suck on your clit. You moaned into Carrillo’s mouth as his hand traveled to your breasts to pinch and tease your raised nipples, the added sensation making you lose focus. You were biting Carrillo’s lip here and there as your hand was moving down to his pants, rubbing his prominent bulge that you were pleasantly surprised about. Before you could do much more, he moved his hands away to undo his belt, pulling down his pants in one swift move after.

Immediately you were clawing at Horacio’s shirt, trying to get the buttons undone so you could feel him, pull him closer to you so that when your peak reached you could fall apart with him all over you. He laughed in between feverish kisses over your neediness, pulling off his shirt too as he pulled away from you, your mouth falling agape as you realized that everything you thought about him was right and then some.

“How does she taste?” Horacio asked as he was stroking himself in his briefs.

“Like heaven,” Javi pulled his head up to speak and dove right back down without a second thought, making you whine more. Horacio captured your lips once more as he was moving his hand between both of your breasts, nipples become overly sensitive from it all. You didn’t know what to focus on more, but with the way Javi sucked on your clit and licked with the perfect balance, not letting up as if it was his last meal unlocked something in you. There was no guy that was more enthusiastic about eating you out the away Javi was. He put his all into it, occasionally licking from bottom to top, top to bottom to get every drop in your slit, giving you a minute to catch your breath before he went back to your bundle of nerves which made you arch your back. But when the deft fingers that you always found yourself getting lost into looking at slipped into your sex, the band of control snapped.

You moved your hand back down to tease Horacio, slipping your hand under the waistband of his briefs to touch him, semi hard already which put a smile on your face. But that smile soon went away as you felt Javi curling his fingers as he pushed them in and out, lightly grazing your spot as he sucked on your clit a little faster, matching the same pace as when he pushed in. You were a mess, sweat beading down your body, hands trying to find someone to grip to hold yourself together, and you were willing to lose yourself because of their ministrations for a lifetime. And so you did, the way Carrillo’s tongue slipped into your mouth, the twist of your nipple, the curl of Javi’s fingers, the way your bundle of nerves were sent over the edge, you were a goner. Blinding pleasure took up your body, mind, and soul as you stilled in stroking Carrillo’s cock and your legs tightened around Javi’s head. But neither of them stopped working you through it, only continuing and slowing little by little until you were done. With that, they moved away from and marveled at how you looked, the smirks on their face making you want more.

“You sure you’re ready for more?” Javi cooed, and you frantically nodded your head as you got up. Horacio was only in his briefs but Javi was still clothed, making you pout. He realized what you wanted so he undressed so he did as you moved to the edge of your bed. Horacio decided it would be more fun if he kissed your neck while you watched, and the show was more than you expected. You knew that Javi’s golden skin was meant to be worshipped, but to see him half naked as his white shirt was pulled off, undoing his belt as he took off his pants, briefs coming down with them as his cock hard, precum leaking when you didn’t even get the chance to touch him as much as you wanted to.

“Someone likes what they see,” Carrillo whispered in your ear, making chills run through you. He came back around and you realized he took off his briefs as well, leaving them naked right in front of you. Without much thought, you got on your knees, getting close to them. If this was how they were now, you wondered how they kept it together being around you so much. You took both of them in your hands, pumping slowly and looking up at them, seeing Javi gripping the bed and Carrillo trying to hold it together by biting his lip, blood threating to seep out if he bit down any harder.

“Who should I start with?” You batted your eyelashes at them, looking down at their cocks and seeing the precum leaking out over your finger.

“Do what feels right,” Javi encouraged, so you took his, still pumping Carrillo with a little more speed and kitten licking the tip to catch the precum, the salty taste making you smirk. You began to suck the tip, looking up at him with the innocent eyes you always teased him with, you both knowing that there was just a glint hidden in between your stare that meant something else, something beyond professionalism. Seeing that he was straining himself to not thread his other hand in your hair, you went ahead and began to take him all, no more teasing after dreaming of this for so long.

“That’s it, take it all,” Javi praised, grip on the bed getting tighter, his knuckles turning snow white. You flattened your tongue and began to take more of him with ease, and the guttural groans escaping his mouth you were in pure ecstasy. You kept bobbing your head, matching the pace of stroking Carrillo’s cock, your fingers swiping over his tip or you gagging on Javi’s cock. You didn’t care about how used you were for the moment, just that your biggest fantasy was coming true.

“Go please him now, pretty girl.” Javi pulled you off of his cock, and you shifted over to Carrillo, wetness dripping to your thighs with the way he looked at you. Instantly, he wrapped his hand around your hair and spat on his cock, getting it nice and ready before you were beginning to take him in your mouth, the stark contrast between the two driving you insane as you loved the gentle nature of Javi but Horacio’s roughness was just enough to make you want more.

“That’s it, let me fuck that pretty face,” He was thrusting into your mouth and you were taking it, Javi deciding to move your hand away to stroke himself and watch you in the act. You could feel yourself gagging here and there, his sheer size making your work overtime to take him, but when he would hold your head in place to fuck your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan. When you slapped his thigh to let you up, he did, bending down to kiss you afterwards.

“I knew with how much you talk I could put that mouth to good use,” He whispered in your ear as they both help you back up to your feet. Your jaw was a little sore, but it made you excited as you wondered what the stretch would be for you where you needed them most. Hell, if you knew this was going to happen you would’ve trained your other hole to take them both at the same time, feeling them both thrust in and out, the fullness that you craved from them finally being achieved. You pictured laying on Javi’s soft body, back flushed against his chest, his cock halfway in your hole, and Carrillo holding your legs up as he pushed in and out, the stretch making you cry from so much overstimulation as you would rub your clit to match his thrusts. You needed that to happen if this would happen again between you three, but you settled for laying back down on the bed and Carrillo and Javi joining you.

“Who do you want to go first?” Javi asked, hand rubbing in between your legs.

“Depends on what position you both want me in.”

“I want to see you. All of you,” Javi moved his hand down further, index finger swiping over your clit to make you buck your hips. “And considering how much this one looks at your ass, I think he’ll want you from the back. Am I wrong?” You both looked at him, and the amused smile confirmed it all.

“He’s right. Now choose cariño.”

“I want Javi to go first.”

“Say no more, bonita.” He kissed your cheek and moved down, putting his hand sin between your legs to open you up. Carrillo got up and started to stroke himself right above your mouth.

“I’m happy I get to use your pretty mouth once more,” You were smiling as he looked down at you, the way the moon was highlight the sharpness of his body, trailing its way up from his stomach to his chest, to the strong neck that you could see yourself leaving marks on. Your eyes shot back down to his cock however, still glistening and the tip leaking more with precum. You sat up and he tapped his cock against your lips, making you take him in your mouth to stop the teasing. You moved your head as best as you could but when he took control and fucked your mouth again, his cock hitting your throat repeatedly, you were moaning as you enjoyed how he used you, and how you could feel Javi gathering up slick from between your lips to smear on his cock.

“Such a good slut for him,” He murmured as he climbed on top of you and was rubbing the tip of his cock in between your folds, tip hitting your clit especially and rubbing around to make you jump. He pushed in without warning, the stretch making you moan loudly and Carrillo stilling inside your mouth. Your walls fluttered around him as he pushed in more, nice and slow to feel you, take his time with you. You could see from your peripheral the way he was biting his lip, holding it together as he softly sweared under his breath.

“So fucking wet, all for us,” He bent down to whisper it in your ear, making you clench more around his cock. He rutted inside of you, making sure every ridge and curve would be felt. It was a slower pace, but you figured he was slow as you were a little preoccupied with how Carrillo was still using you until he pulled you off, letting you rest your head back down on the bed.

“I want to watch. Give me a show,” Carrillo kissed your forehead and moved off to the side, leaving you to focus completely on Javi. He thrusted with more consistency, skin slapping as you could feel the curve brushing against your walls. You clawed at his back, trying to hold it together as you didn’t think in a million years that he would feel this good in just a few thrusts.

“Javi, fuck, you feel so good,” You were whining more, legs wrapping around him.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He cooed in your ear as he went a little faster, the speed finally giving you what you needed. It was as though you two were rocking a little, both wanting the other to pull out but the fullness you had and how your velvety walls clung around his size made it impossible to want to pull out fully. All you knew was that in this moment, you would go into any position for them just so that you could feel both of them fill you up in different angles. Tips pressing up near your spot, the stretch, the way your walls would cling to them out of desperation, everything you could want was happening as you moaned while sucking Carrillo’s cock and Javi was realizing how no matter how much he would tighten his hand it never matched to how you felt.

Javi’s hand snuck down in between you and the flick of his finger on your clit made you jolt, a sharp moan coming out of you and going right to Carrillo as he thrusted into your mouth a little more. Toying with you, he would match his thrusts and slap your clit a little making you whimper before rubbing it to soothe you. Before you could pull him out of your mouth to say anything, you came with a force so heavy it blinded you, the moan coming from deep inside you that vibrated through Carrillo as you moaned. Javi rode you through it while Carrillo continued to use you.

“You loved being used like this don’t you? A little slut for the two of us.” You hummed in agreement which made Carrillo buck his hips into your mouth more.

“Do that again and I might have to fuck your pretty face again,” Carrillo half warned, half made a promise on it. You contemplated on it, but the idea of testing your luck with the man that scared and also turned you on got the best of you. So you did, and the way he took hold of your hair and thrusted relentlessly made you tighten around Javi’s cock.

“Keep tightening around me, hermosa,” The strain in his voice, knowing that he was fucking into you harder, faster, all too consuming while you were testing the limits with your throat, jaw-slacked and looking up at him with the doe eyes that both of them loved once you regained control of yourself. How you managed to breathe through your nose and take it even when he barely pulled out of your mouth to let you breathe was beyond your understanding, but to have both of them was worth it.

“Gonna make him cum, little one?” You hummed in response as Javi’s death grip on your hips loosened and you unwrapped your legs, him pulling out and painting a nice cum shot on your stomach, thick ropes of cum that made you tighten around nothing. He was out of breath, perspiration lining his skin, biting his lip even. He squeezed the tip more to get some more out, and Carrillo pulled out of your mouth. You brought your hand down to get some on your fingers, swiping it up and tasting it. You could see Javi shutter and Carrillo transfixed by the way you lapped it up with each venture down to your stomach and back to your mouth.

“Cleaning up your mess like I knew you would,” Javi moved down to kiss the top of your head as you tasted the last bit of it, enjoying the saltiness of it all. “But how are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. Little tired but I can go on.” You were still catching your breath but the haze that was clouding your mind made you want to go on for more.

“You sure? I don’t want to push you.” Carrillo, surprisingly soft, pushed your hair back.

“If I can’t go anymore, I’ll stop.” You smiled at him and he held back a groan. How could you look so pretty below him?

“You think you can take me?” He countered, and the thought of being stretched out further excited you more than it should’ve. Oh, how did you last this long without having them?

“Doesn’t hurt to try now does it?” The glint in your eyes stoked the fire inside of him that he thought was already burning red hot the moment he entered your apartment.

“That’s a good girl. Turn around for me.” You turned around and got on all fours, facing your mirror and the window which let the moonlight shine on all three of you. He got behind you, hands settled right near your love handles and pulled you towards him, just when you could feel the curve of his dick pressed against your slit, rubbing right in between.

“Look at you coating my fucking dick, baby,” Slapping your ass, you jolted as he pressed the tip near your hole. “And now I get to feel you.” And he pushed in a little roughly, the stretch almost unbearable as you didn’t think you could take either one of them. But you did, the slow yet strong pumps to test you out was eliciting the wanton moans that could be heard out the window. Javi reached down to you and kissed your temple, tilting your head so you could look at him.

“Such a good girl. Don’t stop, bonita.” He pushed the stray hairs out of your face as you took the slow increase in speed from Carrillo, the tip brushing your walls with each thrust. Javi grabbed one of your breasts and teased your nipple, pinching lightly. You bit your lip as the pain and pleasure mixed together, building with each second that passed. You couldn’t see much but both Javi and Carrillo were looking in the mirror, watching you with intensity. Although Javi was through, he felt a jolt go through him as he helped you get off. Carrillo took glances at your ass and your reflection in the mirror, getting harder at the site of you arched down, taking it him whole.

“Ay, ella se siente increíble,” Carrillo threw his head back a little as you started to meet him halfway, your breath hard to catch as you were beginning to get overstimulated. Javi met you down to your face and kissed your temple, mumbling sweet nothings in Spanish that if you could translate you would probably flutter around Carrillo.

“Baby, take a look at yourself in the mirror.” He whispered as his hand moved from your breasts up to your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair. His grip on your hair as he lifted your head up to look in the mirror made you whine, but your walls only tightened when you saw all three of you in the mirror. Javi’s face so close to yours, lips grazing your temple, you bent over in obscene ways, Carrillo taking you where you could see the way his arms were flexed based on the grip he had on your hips. You watched as he fucked you harder, seeing that he was looking down at how he was going in and out of you. You reveled in how soft Javi’s lips were against your skin, how he worshipped you and Carrillo took you in ways you never would speak about in broad daylight. Javi pulled away to move up and face Carrillo.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty like this?”

“She does. Should’ve done this sooner,” Carrillo was throwing his head back as you were beginning to meet his thrusts to get ever inch. Your third orgasm of the night was gaining traction and you were beginning to move a hand down to rub your sensitive clit but Javi stopped you, swatting your hand away and moving his other hand there.

“You’ll cum on our command. Got it?” Javi was looking at you through the mirror. You nodded but then you felt Carrillo and Javi stop. “Use your words.” They were both staring at you and you tried to gasp for some air to speak properly.

“Yes. I’ll cum on your command, I promise.” You darted your eyes between the two and they resumed, much to your pleasure. Deft fingers toying with your sensitive clit, curved and thick cock exploring your walls, and you were in your world of desire that seemed to be taking new heights the more you continued this. But now, with your climax getting closer and closer to blooming, you were beginning to feel your body shake.

“Not yet. Hold it.” Carrillo stayed steady with his thrusts and the tight circles that Javi was rubbing was making you grip the sheets.

“Please! Please, please let me cum!” You were begging, so close to the thread snapping and you cumming undone. You saw that the two of them looked at each other and nodded.

“Cum.” That was all that you needed to hear before you cried out, collapsing your upper half but the lower half being held up by Carrillo as he fucked you through your orgasm and Javi slowed his circles. You soon heard the grunts and felt the slow and sloppy thrusts coming as Carrillo pulled out and Javi moved away. You turned around to face him, on your knees in the bed looking up at him with your mouth open. He came with a grunt, the cum landing right on your tongue and a little on your lip. You swallowed it all and cleaned up, giving him a smile and it made more shot out on his hand. You took his hand and licked it up too, winking at him.

“So proud of you, princesa.” He grabbed your jaw gently and kissed your forehead. You were a mess, albeit a happy mess as you were trying to catch your breath with all the pleasure washing over you. Soon it slowed, Javi’s hand moving away to rub your back and Carrillo helping you lay down. Javi gave you one of the pillows as you lifted your head up to lay on it as Carrillo got up to go to the bathroom. Javi laid next to you and caressed your face, making you blush.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I am. I don’t know how I’m going to get to work tomorrow though,” You joke, knowing that your legs were jelly at this point.

“We’ll drive you, but you better be walking since we can’t carry you around all day.” He kissed your forehead right when Carrillo came back with the towels from your bathroom. Javi took his towel and Carrillo tossed his to the side, tending to you. He got on the bed and was on top of you, wiping you off as you hummed in relief. Javi finished wiping himself off just as Carrillo got done with you. Still unable to move you were amused when Carrillo tossed your legs a little to get the sheet from underneath them. He then draped it over your lower body and then wiped himself off. Javi got under the sheet with you as Carrillo tossed the three towels in your hamper haphazardly.

“Someone’s gotta do their laundry now,” Carrillo teased.

“I’ll get to it eventually. Gotta find the feeling in my legs again to move.” Both laughed at your new state, used to you running around and now you were bed ridden for the night.

“By the morning you’ll be fine. But sleep.” Carrillo was getting ready to get dressed again as well as Javi, but you got up.

“Can you both stay with me?” You shifted your eyes between them, the little pleading as you moved to the middle of your bed igniting something in them.

They obliged after some thought, you in the middle with Carrillo on your back and Javi near your front. Carrillo’s hand rested on your ass and Javi’s was right near your shoulder. A little awkward, but both of them were softly snoring within minutes with all the energy you took out of them. Maybe you would end up not talking about it until the time came round again or even in passing, but for now you let the calm call of sleep lull you away.

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creoterative · 9 months

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It's been 84 years....

Okay, no, it hasn't, but I'm still late xD Well, the pool where I'm working at just shut down for a while, we had a... big problem with the pipes and yeah, I got some days off until they fixed it, perfect.

So let's go, the Four Horsemen of the Legion for Fighting Miramons, and Li Ling's idiocy!

Headcanons on how the four commanders would react to ships involving them (thanks for the request @elsaedelweiss !)

Little Disclaimer: This is based on the Lore Info I got on them, sadly I don't have any of these four Espers and have battle experience with them, but I hope that isn't a problem xD

Gabrielle (Njord)

She is a direct and honest person, so I don't think she'd even try to surpress any emotions here.

And emotional it'll get.

When she was told, that people are shipping here with different colleagues, she was confused, then in denial, then she nervously laughed.

The thought of her being shipped with other people seems to be very unrealistic to her since she isn't exactly the romantic type. But eventually, after some nights of sleep about it, she finds the thought of her being shipped quite funny.

So now Gabrielle is running around, randomly leaning over to a person, saying "Ey. You know, people are shipping us. Come on, let's do the fans a favor." . And then she revels in them getting flustered.

Falken (Horus)

He doesn't even know what shipping is, so the situation gets quite... strange.

After explaining to Falken what shipping means, his face slowly turns into a disturbed frown, the "What-the-Fuck"-brow is raised as well.

And after that, he's not seen again for a longer time.

Where did he wander off to? Well, with him being... a curious little birdie, he decided to look up some of the ships.

After that, he didn't touch a phone for a month or so, only responding to very very very important calls from Raven or so.

He was quite terrified, but only because, well, he managed to find the... dirty side of fandoms first. Which was a grave mistake.

Maybe he'll come around and get more interested in the Fluff Stuff, but the more explicit things? Hell no, he'll burn his phone.

Donar (Thor)

Oh he loves shipping.

This man needs praise and he gets pretty excited by the role many ships tend to give him.

Much like Gabrielle, he enjoys it in the end and finds the sheer thought of crazy or cozy stories written about him (and others) quite thrilling.

His arrogance may kick in from time to time, even to the point that he might go to the significant other in the story and tell them about it. And he's brutally honest about it. Every little detail.

Eventually, they get so annoyed, Li Ling and Tang Xuan as well as Q bann him from any social media platform they can find. Mostly because he takes up all the space in conversations, not particularly because they despise shipping.

Lin Xiao (White Tiger)

She's a bit hesitant at first, not sure what to expect when people tell her about certain 'ships'.

But after learning more about them, she has numerous reactions, that threaten to tear down half of the Union Headquarters.

She freaks out, then gets very confused, after that she's a flustered mess with burning cheeks and after THAT, Gabrielle takes her under her wing and explains to her, that it's just fiction and people's imagination, so she doesn't have to be worried.

Does that help?

No.

But after a while, Lin Xiao becomes a bit more... accustomed to the existence of fanfiction and fanart and after that settles in, she finds her old corage again.

And then? She teams up with Gabrielle, starting to harrass everyone and everything with funny jokes about ships and love interests in general.

Well, until Raven tells everyone to shut the fuck up and behave.

Whew, that was fun! Sorry I'm so late though, a few things happened during the weekend and I literally didn't have any time to do some research and think about what they'd do if they found out about shipping, so.... Yes, I am very sorry.

I hope it is what you imagined and if you have any other requests, I'll do my best to answer them!

Thanks for the question, again, and have a nice day y'all!

#dislyte falken #dislyte donar #dislyte lin xiao #dislyte gabrielle #dislyte raven #dislyte tang xuan #dislyte li ling #dislyte headcanons #dislyte #dislyte q

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Dead and Waiting | Part 8

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions, fire, injuries, sickness

Word Count: 5598

Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?

thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request <3

This is Part 8, click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9 (FINAL PART), EPILOGUE |

A/N: Whew. First off, I am so very sorry it took so long to get this next part out to you. Between work and excessive heat, my brain was fried. I hope it’s worth the wait, and I will try to make sure part 9 isn’t so far away! Enjoy! I promise the angst will be easing up soon!

Hank didn’t know what Huffman could have meant by his words, but he knew as soon as Jay heard “It’s about Y/N Y/LN” there would be no sense in even attempting to drop him back at the 21st, before heading to the location Huffman had sent him. It was listed as a private government building, but there was not much detail provided after that fact.

Jay was pensive on the journey, Hank was starting to think it was contagious like he could hear Jay's every curious and agitated thought - his own body rigid with anticipation. He knew that he couldn’t keep the rest of the team in the dark forever, but he figured that whatever they were about to learn of your death should be heard by him and Jay first.

“What do you think they have?” Jay’s voice is sharp, on edge, eyes looking dead ahead at the open road. Hank’s not quite sure whether the question is directed at him or at the general silence that hung in the SUV.

“I don’t know, kid. We’re about to find out, whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.” Hank huffs, he really didn’t want to let his stress present itself, but he was finding it hard not to be aggravated by the possibility and likelihood that the ATF had been keeping more secrets.

Jay let out a sad half-laugh at Hank’s use of “kid”, they’d worked together for so long he couldn’t feel further from a kid, so much had changed in the last month that Jay felt he had aged another decade.

Yet Hank had become this all-seeing, all-knowing, fatherly protector of late. If not for Hank, Jay's not convinced that he wouldn't have found a way to go off the rails. So maybe ‘kid’ wasn’t such a stretch.

As they pull up to the marker on Maps, Jay’s stomach sours. The sign outside the avenue of trees leading up to an industrial-looking building read “Federal Medical Centre”, prefaced with the name of some benefactor who presumably funded the facility. Whatever ATF had to say, Jay at this point could bet it was to do with your body. Had they recovered you from the river? The mere thought of having to ID your body makes him want to hurl all over Hank’s dash.

Hank turns into the long drive, trees looming and casting shadows over the SUV. Jay’s fingers clench into the material of his jeans, shifting nervously.

[Inside the Medical Centre]

You paced your room, glancing at yourself in the mirror of the tiny bathroom every so often, looking at your tired eyes, the faded cuts and bruises, your arm still in its sling, hair somewhat unkempt despite your efforts to look like you hadn’t gone feral being stuck in the secluded hospital. To put it lightly, you looked stressed.

And you were.

You had packed up what small collection of belongings they had brought you in with from the river, it fits easily into the miniature non-descript backpack they had provided you with. Tucked in there was the short-term course of the anti-anxiety medication the doctor had given you for your nightmares, some hair ties, toiletries you decided to take with you, your own personal case notes, and the letter you’d written to Jay.

It was hard to encapsulate just how giddy and terrified you were to see your fiancé again, not knowing what to say or what to expect from his end. You knew Voight would be coming to get you, and you wondered if Jay would be in tow. From what you gathered the agents hadn’t given your boss many specifics, so you didn’t hold out hope to be reunited with your partner immediately.

Maybe it was for the best, you pondered. Maybe you could use the time in the car with Hank to think some things through, get your head on straight so you could be strong when you saw Jay again.

“Who am I kidding?” You mutter to yourself. You knew you’d collapse into Jay’s arms the second he was in front of you.

Your heart is hammering rapidly, fluttering like a bird’s, it was so strange for the idea of seeing Jay to invoke such apprehension within you - but you knew the burden he had been forced to bear, to experience your death must have been overwhelming and you weren’t able to tell him the truth nor give him peace when you most wanted to - it made you worry where this left your future together.

As you sat yourself down in an attempt to calm down, the door opened, Huffman stood with a hand on the door, holding it open for you to exit.

“They’re here, Detective.”

You swallowed. “They? Plural?” You felt the world spin, gripping the armrest of the chair tightly.

“Yes, Sergeant Voight and Detective Halstead.”

Your knee bounced nervously, willing yourself to get up from the chair but suddenly terrified to do so.

“Detective?” Huffman prompts, nodding with his head in the direction of the corridor beyond your room.

His voice brings you back, and you blink, “Yeah, sorry.” You silently count to 3 and then spring from the chair, wincing at the tug that the motion gives on your still healing gunshot wound.

With one last glance at what had essentially been your isolation room for the past month, you swoop up the small bag and follow the agent down the hall.

Stensing stood, arms folded, resting against the desk in the meeting room Hank and Jay had been ushered into. Huffman had promised to be “right back” and had left the other three men in total silence.

Jay could not take his eyes off the door, waiting for Huffman to return and explain what the hell was happening. Voight’s jaw was set tight, occasionally staring at Stensing who made a point to avoid the Sergeant’s gaze, pretending to be interested in his phone.

There was movement outside the door, both Jay and Hank stand to almost attention, Huffman appears and gestures to an unseen figure behind him, encouraging them to step forward.

Cautiously, you enter the meeting space, body cold with nerves as you step slowly into the lion’s den. You meet Hank’s eyes first, the utter shock blooms in his expression, you then cast your eyes to a gaunt, detached-looking, Jay, his eyes wide. You’re frozen to the spot, willing yourself to move further but you can’t. It’s by some mercy that your vocal cords still work.

“Hey…” You take a shaky breath, you note Stensing and Huffman heading towards the door, and Hank’s gaze turns sharply to them.

“We’ll return once you’ve got reacquainted with Detective Y/L/N, we will… debrief then.” Hank doesn’t speak, his lips couldn’t be pressed any tighter and yet. He would absolutely not leave the building without ensuring they would take the heat for the shitshow that was your ‘death’.

With that, the door closes and you’re left in the strange silence with Voight and Jay.

You thought it would maybe be more jubilant, more like the movies where you'd go running into Jay's arms and be kissed senseless, but it's not. You're not sure what to do with that.

To your surprise, Voight moves first, Jay’s eyes never leave you, simply staring in disbelief as you feel Hank wrapping an arm around you, careful of your sling. You’re trying to discern the look in Jay’s eyes, whatever it was it wasn’t comforting, it only made you more unsettled than you had been. It’s only Hank’s voice that brings you back to his attention.

“Sarge.” You exhale, your voice is muffled against his shoulder, and you feel a strange wave of emotion come over you, it was bliss to be held by someone familiar, someone who cared about you. You hadn't been around anyone like that since before the undercover had started. The feeling was surreal. You can’t stop the tears welling up, both in relief for your safety and in rapidly growing worry at Jay’s reaction.

“You’re safe now, kid. I’m so sorry we didn’t know, we searched…” He cups your cheek gently, you are not used to seeing this side of Hank Voight, especially not towards you.

You sniff, swiping at the tears, “I know, it’s okay, they screwed us over and I had no way of getting a message to you.” When you say “They” you gesture towards the door, meaning the ATF.

“Knowing everybody would think I was dead was the worst feeling in the world, it felt like I was betraying every single person I know.”

Your head drops, that pang of guilt ever-present, Hank tilts your head back up. "You did nothing wrong, Y/N, you hear me? They let you stay as bait in that boat warehouse, they took you from the river and they didn't tell us. Believe me, hell is gonna rain down on them... What the hell happened in there, kid?" Hank queries, glancing at Jay who leans against a table, hands in a knuckle-tight grip on the edge, he looks as though he's in a trance.

You don't mean for your voice to get quieter, but you can tell Jay's struggling and you don't want to draw attention to him. "It's a long story, and I wanna tell you... It's just, maybe me and Jay could get a sec, alone?"

Hank blinks, nodding, "Of course, I'm sorry, yeah. I'll be outside if you need me." He squeezes your arm gently, eyeing Jay for one last time, before going to stand outside the room.

When the door shuts you almost flinch, putting your backpack on the table as you slowly approach Jay. Taking a deep breath, preparing yourself mentally for whatever was about to happen.

"Jay?" You whisper, not wanting to startle him from his vacant stare. "Jay, I'm so sorry, you must be in total shock. I understand, okay? I want you to know if you need time...I understand, I just... I missed you so much, and I want you to know that I love you. I love you and I have been counting the days till I could be in front of you again."

Jay's eyes are glazed with tears, and you can see his bottom lip fighting the urge to cry.

You get braver, using your good arm to reach out and touch his cheek, your hand shakes as it makes contact with warm stubbled skin. "Jay. Look at me. It's okay, I'm real, I'm here, baby."

Slowly, Jay blinks, the tears rolling down his face make you want to cry too, you can feel it coming in fact. Bubbling up from your stomach into your chest, your throat, a small sob escapes you. Stroking along Jay’s jaw as his attention turns to you. He swallows, and you smile through your tears.

“Y/N?” He murmurs, leaning into your touch, almost nuzzling.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I’m so sorry.” His whole body shudders with soft sobs, tucking his face into your neck as you stand between his legs, wrapping your arm around his waist. You press your lips to his hair, smelling his shampoo, planting kisses on the top of his head, his ears, “I’m right here, I’m not leaving again. I promise, and they’d have to shoot me…again.”

Jay’s head snaps up, scowling and you instantly have the good grace to look sheepish.

“Sorry, poor taste, but the sentiment still stands.” You try for a weak smile, holding on to Jay so tight, inhaling his scent, relishing his warmth, the feel of him is as commonplace for your senses as breathing.

“What happened to you?” Jay’s mouth is dry, eyes darkening at his own question.

You clear your throat, moving your hand to grasp Jay’s. “Maybe let’s call Hank in now then, hm?”

Jay nods but squeezes your hand before you move away. “Y/N, I love you so much. I never want you out of my sight.”

You want to laugh, but honestly, you felt the same right now, nodding. “I love you, Jay. More than I can stand it.”

You look at each other for several moments, and you get butterflies as you lean back in, like you were about to kiss for the very first time. You close your eyes, feeling the brush of his lips against yours, it was sweet bliss. A soft sigh escapes as you part, you feel grounded in his eyes, pressing another kiss to his lips before you will yourself to go get your sergeant.

There was some explaining to do.

It was difficult to explain how everything had escalated so fast, you had tried like hell to keep the operation in play, but once enough people on Burden’s side knew of your real identity, it was all over. ATF should have pulled you, but instead, they let it go to the ultimate extreme. It was pure luck that they had found you on the other side of the building in the river, and it was worse luck that they were the first ones there. So much could have been different if CPD or CFD had been able to get to you first.

You told them about getting shot, falling through the rotten floorboards, struggling to stay afloat in the water, screaming for help with nobody to hear over the ruckus of flames and sirens, about your pneumonia, about your ‘ban’ from communication with the outside world. You had physically and mentally been through the wringer. Voight was visibly angry, of course, and you knew he would absolutely kick up a stink on your behalf. True, witness protection was par for the course in a case like this, but it usually came with counselling for the witness and a confidentiality agreement that Hank should have been privy to.

Throughout, Jay sits beside you, that glazed-over look returns and his body is vibrating with rage. You want to hold his hand, to just go somewhere where the both of you can be left alone, but there’s something about Jay’s posturing, about his lack of communication that grows a seed of worry in your gut and chest.

You had the privilege of knowing there would probably be a time where you could go back to your life, Jay had to live each day thinking you were gone from his for good.

Voight had mentioned that he wanted to schedule an appointment for you with a CPD therapist, and now as you were sitting listening to Hank talk about what would happen next, you made a subconscious note that you would enquire with Hank privately about whether Jay could be given some sessions but with Dr Charles. You knew how your partner felt about strangers from the CPD getting into his head.

It takes another 25 minutes before you’re in the cool early dawn air of the parking lot, walking towards Hank’s SUV as Jay keeps a light supportive hand on your back. It felt like the right thing, yet at the same time, it almost felt forced. You didn’t know if you were being paranoid but you thought Jay might have been more touchy-feely upon your return, but almost immediately after the kiss, it was as though the distance had returned.

You reconcile he might not want to be affectionate in front of company, or that he is probably still in shock. You set it aside, focusing on the bliss of being able to resume your life. Hank would be visiting the ATF field office later in the day, after some shuteye, and giving them a piece of his mind. He had mentioned taking Trudy with him too, you pitied whoever was on the receiving end of that.

The ride home is quiet, and you’re grateful for it. The further you get back into the city, the more the emotions return. Chicago looked glorious under the early morning glow, you found yourself leaning on your good side to watch the world go by. You had ended up using Jay’s jacket as a pillow, a small gesture from your fiance that kept you hopeful.

Tentatively, as you got closer to your neighbourhood, you sit up a little more. Putting Jay’s jacket in your lap, you rolled out your neck and winced at the stiffness in your shoulder. Slowly you turned to look at Jay, he was looking out the other window, his hand sort of close to your leg but almost afraid to commit to touching you - like you’d disappear if he tried. Carefully you reach your hand out and brush your fingers against his, he jolts slightly but recovers, offering you a weak smile as he lets you clasp your fingers with his.

When Jay opens the front door to your apartment you want to cry, it was like being back on dry land after a storm. It smelled like home, it felt safe, it was yours and nobody was going to reach you here if you didn’t want them to.

A clearing of a throat gets your attention, “Are you hungry?” Jay asks, scratching at the back of his head. He carried himself like you weren't a cohabiter in this apartment, and you would have laughed if it weren’t for the fact that it felt so disconnected from how you and he had been with each other before your disappearance.

“Uh… not really, I’m kinda tired actually. Could use a nap, and then maybe breakfast?” You smile, wanting to see that sweet smile on his face return too. He nods, face barely lifting from neutral. There was definitely something wrong, you weren’t surprised, but you knew you had to bide your time on how to approach it. You didn’t want to pressure Jay into feeling emotions or confessing things that were difficult to confess. You could be patient, especially with him.

He gestures to the bathroom, “Sure. I’m…uh, I’m just gonna take a shower, it’s been a long night. I’ll be with you in about 15 minutes.” And with that he’s already wandering down the hall, leaving you to head to the bedroom. Silently wondering how to even process being back, wishing you could know how it was going to turn out for the both of you. You just hoped everyone at the 21st, your friends, and Will would have a reaction that you could handle.

To your total surprise, Jay doesn’t come back from his shower, in fact, he doesn’t stay at all. At around the 30-minute mark after his shower, you hear the front door close, and a message on your now nearly re-charged phone flashes. You’re surprised that Jay hadn’t cancelled the contract by now, but then again you figure he’s had a lot of things on his mind.

[Sorry, had to head back to the District, forgot to finish some things. I’ll see you later, don’t wait on me for breakfast, there’s food in the fridge and the cupboards. Love ya x]

You blinked at the screen, re-reading the words over and over. You couldn’t believe you’d come back from the literal dead and Jay had skipped out on you, and to finish it off you'd got a half-hearted “Love ya x” not an “I love you” or anything closer to sincere. You stared up at the ceiling, fingers drumming on your growling stomach, anxiety the only thing sitting in it. You had been hungry when you got home, but you had also wanted to lie down with Jay and be there whilst he got some rest. Now that was out of the window. You sigh, feeling somewhat stupid for subconsciously thinking it would be easier than this.

First you reply to Jay, hoping that communicating via text might be easier for him.

[Hey, honey. Was a little surprised that you left, but you do what you need to. I’m here if you need to talk, okay? I miss you already, come home safe. x]

Then, you hesitate on ringing Hank, but as far as you knew he was the only other person that was aware of your existence. You decide you might as well chance seeing if he was still awake and whether he could help you reach out to Will without giving your brother-in-law a heart attack.

You get a message from Jay, [Thank you, I know. See you later. X] It wasn’t an essay, but it was something, you half-expected no reply at all.

You’re about a second away from hitting Hank’s name when [BROTHER WILL] flashes up as an incoming call. You blink in surprise, laughing at the ID, it felt good to see it again. You and he had really chuckled over the title for him in your contacts, it made him sound like some sort of priest. If he was calling that meant either Hank or Jay had told him already, you were willing to wager it was your ‘freaking out, missing fiance’ that was the culprit.

Suddenly you feel nervous, hesitating before you slide the icon to answer. You take a breath, scared to speak.

“Y/N, is it really you?”

Your heart thuds, it was weird to announce your 'resurrection', “Uh…yeah, yeah, Will, it’s me. Hi.” You feel your cheeks go a dusty pink, suddenly very self-conscious, like you’d chosen to run off and disappear.

“Oh my god.” Is Will’s response, you can hear the audible exhale of his relieved energy through the phone.

“I know, I’m sorry… Uh, Will, listen this is a lot to explain over the phone. Could we meet soon? Jay’s gone back to the district, and well, I just could use the company. It’s not turning out to be the homecoming I imagined..."

“He called me, Y/N. Believe me, I wanted to chew him out, but I think this is a trauma response and I didn’t want to push it. I told him to stop by Dr Charles’ office after work… I can’t promise he will, but…” Will sighs, “I would love to see you, and we can talk about everything, and whatever you need from hereon out.

“Yeah, no, I know, I’m not mad at him, Will. It’s just, it…stings? You know? I just missed him so much, like I couldn’t breathe, and now… he still feels so far away. I want to help him through this too and to be honest, I’m glad you mentioned Dr Charles, that was going to be my suggestion. You know how he gets about CPD therapists.”

Will scoffs a laugh, humming in agreement. “Oh, I sure do. Listen, I just need to get some sleep, I just got off of shift. As soon as I’ve had a few hours, I’ll be right on over. Will you be okay?”

You do take a second to ponder the question, but decide you needed the rest yourself, a rest that came with the security of being in your own home.

“Will, I’ll be absolutely fine, take the time you need. I’m not going anywhere now.”

“You better not, Jay has been insufferable and I haven’t been much better.”

You laugh quietly, smiling, “You’re sweet. I’ll see you later, Will, it’s so good to hear from you again.”

“You too, Y/N. Like you wouldn’t believe, I’ve missed my best drinking buddy.”

“We’re back in the game, partner. See you soon.”

“See you soon, if you need anything at all, call. Okay?”

“Yeah yeah, alright mother hen. Go sleep.”

“Alright, bye for real.”

The call disconnects and you’re left in the quiet of your bedroom once more. You knew you had to stay strong but you missed Jay, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and forget the world for a while.

In a surprising turn of events, when you woke up you had received an invite from Hank to make a brief return to the district yourself, the team had been informed of the news and understandably they were all eager to see you. They had been there that night by the river, they had been there when Jay's world fell apart, they had been there when they 'buried' you and they had to be there when life had started to carry on without you.

It was a surreal day in the bullpen, you had been pulled into tight squeezes and tearful reunions with your friends and colleagues, and you were convinced that Trudy wasn't going to let you go. From time to time you'd catch Jay's eyes, and each time it made you, in part, in a hurry to wrap up your visit to the district. You had been reading about Jay's behaviour on your phone as you sat and drank your coffee at breakfast. You were more than convinced Jay was experiencing the anger that came with grief during a loved one's passing, but you were actually here to see it.

Part of you thought you should stay at the apartment for when Jay got home from work and therapy, but the minutes alone only made you more anxious as you replayed Jay’s look of utter contempt towards you when Voight and Trudy had gently ushered you into the bullpen. The others had surrounded you with careful embraces and relieved, emotional, words of comfort. Jay’s expression was colder, distant, he had hugged you again but he could have been a stranger for all the familiarity that was lacking from the gesture.

You had no clue what work looked like for you now, you figured you'd have to do a lot of therapy and training to be declared fit for duty again. So you found yourself wrapping up the social call, using Will as the perfect get-out to leave and get away from the fear of losing your partner.

Again, on a day of surprises, Dr Charles was at Will's apartment when you had arrived, something about taking a personal period from his workday to come and see you, for which you were extremely grateful. After a lot of hugs from your brother-in-law and a lot of your own tears, the psychologist tried to reassure you and helped you put together a plan for how this could improve over time.

Yet, you were afraid of encroaching on Jay's personal space.

Later that evening you got another message from Jay, one that sunk a weight into your stomach,

[Hey, I got caught up at work, another case, I'll see you tomorrow maybe. Don't wait up. Sorry again. J x]

Carefully you typed the response, trying to not let your anger show through.

[Okay, Jay. I’m going to be at Will’s, so you can find me there. I hope you know I’m sorry for what you went through, and we can talk about how it made you feel. See you soon x]

And so as you woke up in Will's spare room the next morning, you made a decision. You would stay with Will until Jay was ready to see you, you weren't all that certain you'd cope with the lingering loneliness in an empty apartment and Will was more than accommodating. He could give you updates on his brother's movements, as well as helping you with your medications and change the dressing on your shoulder.

Will did have work so you'd been left to it during the main bulk of the day, but that was alright, it still felt warmer than home.

The team had all messaged you asking if you needed anything, including Voight who was adamant that you call or message for any reason that crossed your mind. In your chat with Jay the last time you had spoken via text caught your eye, it was from a month and two weeks before this whole thing started.

The last message on record read:

[Hey, baby. I know we just said goodbye, and you won’t read this until the operation is over, but I love you so much. And I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Be good, be safe. I’ll see you soon. Love, J x]

You sat like a robot on Will’s couch, a pint glass of water half empty and some crackers half-eaten, your fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You had closed the curtains, somehow the daylight made you feel too exposed. Your mind was starting to feel like it did in those early days of your convalescing at the hospital, dark and spiralling.

Will turning the key in the lock made you jump, but you composed yourself by the time he actually saw your face and you saw his. You mustered a smile, and he smiled reassuringly back even though he could clearly see you had sat there all day feeling out of sorts.

He felt like a point of safety to you right now, somehow a connection to Jay but without any of the disappointment. It also helped that he had his own first-hand experience with witness protection, something that made him easier to communicate with.

It was later into the evening now. Will managed to get you to eat some soup and watch a nature documentary with him.

You were back in the spare room now, “I got you a toothbrush, some toiletries, you know just to tide you over. You can stay as long as you need. Whatever you want in the kitchen, anything here, it’s yours alright? If you need me I’m just down the hall, day or night, come get me or ring me. I can pick up some more clothes for you tomorrow if you like…” He opens his mouth to say something about Jay but thinks better of it. You were hurting as it was, and Will needed to speak to his brother properly and work this through with him. He knew Jay was suffering too, but you would have never left him or let him think you were dead if you ever had a say in the matter. Jay would have to understand that soon enough if he didn’t already.

You nod feebly, whispering a tired, “Thanks, Will.” As you curl up on the bed, hugging yourself. Your possibly now ‘ex-brother-in-law to be’ leaves the light in the hallway on, keeping your door ajar so you don’t feel isolated from him. Coming home was supposed to make you complete again, but the hole in your heart had only got more grotesque and painful with every passing hour. The bruises, cuts and discoloured skin from your time trapped with the Burden family and the events subsequent to that were now being exchanged for a far deeper torment. There was one person you only ever wanted at the end of this hell, and now you felt as though he hated you for what you’d ‘done’. You exhale shakily, whispering to the emptiness of Will’s spare room. “I’m so sorry, Jay.” A tear rolls down your cheek as your mind spins into a fitful sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had been sent to an ‘emergency’ therapy session by Voight, earlier than Jay's scheduled time, and then he was politely albeit firmly ordered to go home and take some furlough to sort things out with you.

Jay had left his therapy session with a mountain of regret sitting on his shoulders, but ultimately clarity on everything that had transpired. Those feelings of loss, betrayal and resentment were perpetually cycling in his mind, but now he could see that you had suffered immeasurably too, and that to have been pushed away by him the past few days must have been unbearable given everything else. You had always told him that he was a safety point for you, and he had taken that away from you against your will.

"For fuck's sake, Halstead." He mutters, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

When he gets home, he sees a note in your handwriting, Will had left it earlier on your behalf, on his way back from the hospital. It re-iterated what you had said in the message you sent. It talked about where you'd gone and that you’d be there if and when he was ready. He only feels worse to discover his detachment had actually scared you away from the apartment. He felt dizzy with the sense that his whole life, his marriage, his wife-to-be… it was all disintegrating before his very eyes, the one thing he had wished for was falling away from him again.

Getting back in his truck he drives to Will's with the intent of coming to see you and take you home, but he's frozen once he gets to the road outside the complex. He doesn't even know where to begin to apologise and make it up to you. So he sits in his truck, dozing restlessly, keeping watch over Will's apartment complex. Close by if he were needed.

It's around 2am when Jay's phone buzzes loudly along the seat next to him in the back, Jay's eyes snap open and he sits up with a groan from his uncomfortable position across the passenger seats of his truck. Bleary eyes squint at the bright light, fingers fumbling to slide the icon to answer Will's call.

The sounds in the background make his blood run cold, he can hear an edge to Will's tone.

"Man, I don't care where you are or what mood you're in, if you're sober and safe to drive, get here now. It's Y/N, she needs you."

With that, the call ends and before Jay knows it he's sprinting towards the complex's front entrance to get to you.

End of Part 8

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I'm gonna do this again because it turned out last week kinda went off the rails without it and the little bit of accountability is super super helpful.

Monday!

It's a busy week! It's also my birthday week! Let's do this!

E-mail with coffee: sent a prospective grad student a congratulations on her admission to our program. I'm really hoping to hire her, but I do need to consider whether I might want to admit two students for this position and just get the extra funding for the second one elsewhere if both decide to come. Hmm. Confirmed coffee on Friday with the wonderful admin I've been wanting to befriend for a while - finally we'll interact outside of paperwork! Sadly Wednesday's seminar speaker is ill and won't be able to present - I'm leading the seminar so that does add up to a little less work for me, which is the silver lining there. One of my student groups is struggling to grab data from the weather station they built on the roof because the dang software doesn't work on Macs - managed to coordinate getting them a loaner PC laptop from the department, whew. Completed two letters of reference for an undergrad student applying to internships. Somehow managed to double-book a meeting and gave one a heads up to cancel. Showed my availability for scheduling a PhD defense for a student whose committee I'm on. One of the speakers for my seminar series sent a somewhat passive-aggressive e-mail to the department chair to let him know his info's not up on the website yet. Department chair forwarded it to me, I replied with, essentially "hold your dang horses, your talk isn't until mid-March". He replied back with a sheepish apology. All good.

Formulated my list of essential stuff for this week:

finish Wednesday's (and next week's?) lecture(s?)

prepare next week's homework & key

work on grant proposal

work on commissioned review article

So excited that we're finally to the part of the class that I have taught before in past years! Great lecture today about statistical data analysis. Hurt everyone's brains with the Monty Hall problem. Showed a lot of XKCD comics, got some laughs. Good times. Answered some student questions on the homework assignments, looks like everyone's on track to ace this one as well. This is a really strong class and I'm very proud of them!

On to a virtual meeting with my peer mentoring group! We talk about how utterly wild it is that different departments manage research funding in completely different ways. I vent a bit for the umpteenth time about having to rely 100% on grants to pay my grad students (bigger departments often have student funding provided if they TA, but we just don't have enough classes to sustain that). Easily the biggest source of stress in my life right now is running out of funding for my students: "in order to pay your graduate students, you have to receive a major grant" "cool! how likely am I to get one?" "success rates are about 1 in 15" "uhhhh" "also the applications (if you manage to find a perfect match for your research) take about 40-60 hours to plan and write and it's not work that's looked at formally as part of your tenure review so you're actively taking time away from research" "uhhhhhhh" "and you won't find out if you have been awarded the grant or not before you have to make the decision to hire a student so you just gotta gamble on it" "UHHHHHHH" "you don't get paid in the summer either unless you pull in 2-3 grants that can each cover one month max of salary so I hope you're not putting well over 50% of your take-home toward rent in one of the worst markets in the US or anything haha." It's A Lot. But it's very helpful to talk to people about it!

Realized I left my half-finished Wednesday lecture on my computer at home so I can't work on it during my break between meetings. Shoot, guess that's a tomorrow problem. At least I can work on the homework assignment! This one was an absolute nightmare last year but I think I've come up with a way to simplify it while still hitting all of the learning goals. It's complicated but hopefully very satisfying and builds on everything they've learned thus far. Even with the simplification, I'm definitely expecting some traffic in office hours next week. Opted not to include the more tedious section of the homework because I've tested that particular skill amply in the earlier assignments this quarter. Ran through it once on my own, sent myself the key, then posted the homework and the submission portal for their online module for next week, so all I'm missing now is the lectures.

E-mail break! A professor at a small university nearby wants to bring in a grad student from my group to talk to her class about tornadoes! I have someone in mind (who is both a great presenter and also could use a little confidence boost to get back on track with his research), but of course he's working remotely on the other side of the country, so it's time for a quick check to see if a remote presentation is possible. Checking in on my seminar speaker for next week - project title and abstract up on the website, phew. She's a grad student, so I should find out if her advisor can introduce her or if they want me to do so (and if so, I gotta do some digging for fun facts to share!). Got an invite to a lunch with the faculty & chair where we're going to be brainstorming our next faculty hire, so I gotta be there for that (also because free food)! Surreal to think that we might be hiring my colleague for the next 30 years. It's... kind of intimidating and I definitely want to be in the room for that discussion. Aha! A reply already: virtual talk is fine, so I put the professor and my grad student in touch.

Nice virtual meeting with my former postdoc advisor - we commiserate for a while over his recent illness, but he's feeling better now so we quickly jump back to talking research. The small grant I was awarded recently actually dovetails with some of the broader research ideas he and I had been talking about, so I'm gonna keep him in the loop on that!

Up next: a meeting with my two undergraduate research interns. They're coadvised by my colleague who is flying research aircraft on the other side of the country right now so it's just the three of us. Due to holidays and conferences, this is actually the first time in 2023 we all managed to meet! We go over some paperwork to make sure they get college credit for this research. They're spinning their wheels a little bit but I had them shoot off a couple emails while I was there to start them getting their data ASAP. We then chatted about severe weather we'd all witnessed. One of the students mentioned she's been saving the candy from my office candy bowl for whenever she forgets to bring lunch to campus and now I'm realizing I should maybe get some protein bars or something for some variety.

All good stuff. There's a seminar in 15 minutes but it's a chemistry seminar so... I may just sneak home a bit early.

Tomorrow: no meetings (maaaybe one remote meeting), so work-from home! Should be able to get the last bit of coursework done for the week so I can start on my research to-do list.

#eponymous academia tag

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dashielldeveron · 1 year

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Whew, okay this is a little embarrassing the length of this and commenting in the first place(I prefer being a silent appreciator of writing) but I'll get over myself for like 10 minutes.

Okay where do I start? Omg there's so much to talk about. But first off can I say I love the soulmate trope so so so so much. Like it activates the full on feral can I have some more sir part of my brain.(yes that exact meme) I came across this purely by accident digging into the aizawa x reader tag. Fav pairing with this man btw. But once I got acquainted with the overall story and the plot.

I blew through the entire first part of the story in an about an hour and a half. I may be a little late to the party but your writing is *chef kiss*. Ugh yes! The entire plot is amazing and the idea of a villan with a soulmate type quirk along with the later introduction of a villan with a sex pollen quirk for some drama. Like I was tearing into this hand over fist, giggling at the slow burn of it all. It's not over done and the pacing was perfect. When I was read the part about the reader choking up a flower. My eyes got so big, I even said out loud this fic has hanahaki too? Heck yeah! I'll admit I was touch disappointed when it wasn't an actual thing but I understood how Aizawa jumped to the conclusions about from soulmates to hanahaki being a real thing. Lol I got duped right along with him.

(Definitely sounds feasible in this soulmate AU and would love to see how you'd explore it, should it be something that you'd consider in the future)

The club scene? Oh my god. Someone get me a wheelchair because that moment with him being tipsy and let-me-teach-you. And just playing into being a dom and calling reader a brat. Crying.

And the paperwork mix up lol. Suprise! We've been married for 8 months now. That was so sweet when he admitted he already had the ring at home.

And what slow burn 38k fic is good without some spice? It was amazing. Better words are failing me at the moment. But I haven't seen anything better written in years.

All in all, I wanted to say thank you so much for writing this. Am I going back to read the other soulmate pairings, because I need more in my life? Yes, yes I am.

I'm sprinting not walking to read the rest lol.

But seriously if I could pop a little confetti cone through the screen, I would. Because you did that, you ate it all up and left no crumbs. And I am eternally grateful and excited to see more of your works. No matter what they may be. This will be my new brainrot for the weeks to come and will forever live in my head absolutely rent free.

oh my god. oh my god i need a minute. i just need a minute

*snatches up each piece of confetti to eat it* how are such kind people like you walking about on this bitch of an earth?????? your pointing out of details and being so generous made my heart fucken stop.

yeah idk if i'm gonna use hanahaki for real later? i am vaguely entertaining it for a character not committed to a route yet. here, i just wanted aizawa to freak the fuck out. fun fact: that hanahaki scene was the OG ending before i decided that aizawa and reader needed to suffer more :) and him teaching reader sexy things after teaching her school things????? i thought that would kill him :)

you are NOT late to the party; the fic isn't even done yet!!! there are at least three more routes (shinsou, dabi, and shigaraki) and a writer with a terrible uploading schedule!!!

thaaaaaaaank you so much for reading!!!!! xx.

#dash it all

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kkyaka · 1 year

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Omg how was it bro lmaoo

Bro anon LMFAOO, I got you (kinda tmi under the cut, so warning for kinda sexual explicit content LOL), this got really long I'm so sorry 😭

(takes a deep breath) okay, SO lol first things first

I had actually seen this guy at a Halloween party I went to last semester, but right as I was gonna tell him that I thought he was cute, he left. And then I saw him on hinge and we matched! He goes to the same school I do, and he doesn't live too far away.

So, I matched with him and started talking to him, and he wanted to come over at like 10pm on Monday (today is Thursday as I write this) and I had come from a volleyball scrimmage and I was NOT in the mood to hook up

So I told him that, and he said that wasn't his intentions (which was a SHOCKER) so I let him come over 💀 LMFAO and we just cuddled and watched anime. And he didn't stay long cause I was tired asf, but like towards the end, he said that he had lied about not wanting to do anything, but I think that was because I wore really short shorts lmfaooo

We held hands for a while and then he had to leave, so I walked him to his car (he held my hand the whole time) and then he drove me back to my apartment. And then he told me that he really wanted to kiss me, but he never made a move lol, so I did. I made the first move! I kissed him first! Who would've thought? But yeah, he like never made a move on me or anything and that made me feel better

So then he said he was free the NEXT day (Tuesday) and I said he could come over lol cause I was gonna be gone for a whole week and I wanted some fun lmao. So, we just cuddled on the couch watching TV again (I'm not gonna tell you what we were watching bc you'll judge me LMFAO)

Anyway, fast forward like an episode later, and we're making out on the couch and then like five minutes later, he's eating me out LMFAOOOO, and his head game was pretty good honestly

So then, we move to my bed but then he goes an gets a condom, and not once did I ever think to like stop him, which isn't bad! I've messed around with a lot of guys, but I've always stopped it before it gets to this point, but with this guy I was kinda nervous but not enough to where I wanted to stop it

Bro he ate me out so much, I was like I mean sure, if you want to lmfao. I didn't cum, but he made me feel really good, so I'm not really upset about that honestly, and I'm pretty sure I'll see him again when I get back.

So, I was kinda worried because he wasn't very long, but he was lowkey really thick, so I was like 😬 sir you might rip me in half no lie. And the whole thing was like kinda awkward, but we laughed about it. But we did it in missionary, cowgirl, and doggy and in missionary, he had my legs shaking lmfao

And in cowgirl, my legs didn't get tired as soon as I thought they would, and doggy??? Whew chile, y'all.

I was SO LOUD. SO FUCKING LOUD. Like, I was almost crying. I could've cum from that, cause he was hitting good but not like the best spots. But honestly, I think doggy worked best because my whole like vagina (???) is tilted forward lol

So, after the first position, I thought we were done, so I slipped on my sweatshirt lol, but HE WAS NOT, and after I got on top, I thought we were done lol but he had flipped me over and eat me out for a bit AGAIN??? And he had already taken the condom off and tried to put it in RAW??? HELLO??? and I stopped him like instantly, I was like no sir you can't do that bc I haven't been on birth control in a couple of months lol

So after I told him that, he said that he was gonna look for another condom because, and I quote "I wanna fuck you again"

HELP??? HELLO???

In my head, my jaw was on the fucking floor, but I guess the 😺 is pretty good LMFAOOO🤭

And so after THAT, he asked me if I wanted to go AGAIN, I was like wtf this man's stamina. I know he's gonna wreck my shit when we have more time together lol

And surprisingly, I feel very normal (?) about everything that happened. Like then next time we hang out, I'm gonna ask him what he wants out of this whether that's a relationship or just fuck buddies, idrc, but we were both kinda tired, but he cuddled with me like for an hour

And he had to be up at 5am and I had to be up at 7am, but I told him he could stay over if he wanted to, I would set an alarm for him, but he said that he felt it would be better to just go home, which I was fine with.

Anyways, that's the rundown, but yeah, I honestly wasn't expecting to punch the v-card any time soon, so this is a massive surprise lol. It's not a big deal to me, and virginity is a social construct, but for a while I just wanted to get it over with, and this time I wasn't nervous or anything and I didn't really have any negative thoughts

We'll see if I see him next week, I REALLY want to because I haven't been able to stop thinking about him lol, so I'm hoping he comes back over. Also, anon, this is probably WAY more than you asked for, and I'm sorry lmfao

#im sorry this is so long lol #but the next time he comes #i'll probably get my shit ROCKED #🥝.ask!#🥝.no sticker kiwi!

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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Whew! I tap out of your inbox for a week or so and some much is going on! Am I the only one who is not super impressed with Sam’s editing? Love the boy but you micro-manage too hard for someone whose editing reminds me of Shane Dawson circa 2017 a lot of the time.

Re: other collabs. Sam and Colby alone is the best Sam and Colby IMO.

Re: Shane & Ryan. I personally give them a lot, if not most of the credit, for the paranormal boom on Youtube since it wasn’t really a genre that existed before Buzzfeed Unsolved popped off. Not to start “ghost hunting paving the way” discourse but when young or new Sam and Colby fans criticize them (not saying you or anyone in your inbox), it makes me roll my eyes. They arguably helped pave the way for S&C to even see it as a viable, lucrative genre.

I feel the same way about Zak Bagans for the record, where a lot of drama seems to be going down. Love him or hate him, he’s the blueprint for paranormal entertainment.

Re: Colby’s hair. How ya feeling about pink?

Anyways usually I’m a lurker but I wanna join in. Hope you’re doing good, you’re one of my favorites on here. <3

omg not the shane dawson comparison sksksk

idk if he reminds me of that, but the micro-managing definitely does not reflect well on him, that's for sure. slight positive is that snc said on the livestream they had today on xplrclub that they are in the middle of training someone to be their editor. so hopefully it works out and we don't have to go thru this bs every couple months lol

and yes. snc solo is the best. maybe tied with them with nate.

i agree with you for the most part. i think valid criticism of shane and ryan is fine, but obvious there definitely are fans that most likely take it too far. god knows snc aren't the first ghost hunters on the platform. they are just one of the few that have made it big.

that's the thing. the stuff with zak is both crazy and funny. it's crazy bc i think we all kinda secretly knew he was a bit of dick, but the amount that are coming out of the woodwork to be like "yeah, no. you don't know the half of it" is what makes it funny. also it's hysterical bc it's fucking zak bagans. his name and overall persona is humorous which is why this drama is funny.

and i wouldn't mind if colby dyed it pink. that's basically what the red was after a while so i wouldn't be against it :)

and thank you so much ! that's so nice to hear <3

#ask #personal #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock

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The Winner this month is Boop!

My 37th Win A Commission story is Mary Poppins, by P.L. Travers OBE! If you’d like to see the original first chapter, my illustrations, and art explanation, please

If YOU want to find Cherry Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the crossroads.

He will push his helmet slightly to one side, scratch his head thoughtfully, and then he will point his huge white-gloved finger and say: “First to your right, second to your left, sharp right again, and you're there. Good morning.”

And sure enough, if you follow his directions exactly, you will be there — right in the middle of Cherry Tree Lane, where the houses run down one side andthe Park runs down the other and the cherry-trees go dancing right down the middle.

If you are looking for Number Seventeen — and it is more than likely that you will be, for this book is all about that particular house — you will very soon find it.

To begin with, it is the smallest house in the Lane.

And besides that, itis the only one that is rather dilapidated and needs a coat of paint.

But Mr. Banks, who owns it, said to Mrs. Banks that she could have either a nice, clean, comfortable house or four children.

But not both, for he couldn’t afford it.

And after Mrs. Banks had given the matter some consideration she came to the conclusion that she would rather have Jane, who was the eldest, and Michael, who came next, and John and Barbara, who were Twins and came last of all.

So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs. Brill to cook for them, and Ellen to lay the tables, and Robertson Ay to cut the lawn and clean the knives and polish the shoes and, as Mr. Banks always said, “to waste his time and my money.”

And, of course, besides these there was Katie Nanna, who doesn’t really deserve to come into the book at all because, at the time I am speaking of, she had just left Number Seventeen.

“Without a by your leave or a word of warning. And what am I to do?” said Mrs. Banks.

“Advertise, my dear,” said Mr. Banks, putting on his shoes. “And I wish Robertson Ay would go without a word of warning, for he has again polished one boot and left the other untouched. I shall look very lopsided.”

“That,” said Mrs. Banks, “is not of the least importance. You haven’t told me what I’m to do about Katie Nanna.”

“I don’t see how you can do anything about her since she has disappeared,” replied Mr. Banks. “But if it were me — I mean I — well, I should get somebody to put in the Morning Paper the news that Jane and Michael and John and Barbara Banks (to say nothing of their Mother) require the best possible Nannie at the lowest possible wage and at once. Then I should wait and watch for the Nannies to queue up outside the front gate, and I should get very cross with them for holding up the traffic and making it necessary for me to give the policeman a shilling for putting him to so much trouble. Now I Must be off. Whew, it’s as cold as the North Pole. Which way is the wind blowing?”

And as he said that, Mr. Banks popped his head out of the window and looked down the Lane to Admiral Boom’s house at the corner.

This was the grandest house in the Lane, and the Lane was very proud of it because it was built exactly like a ship.

There was a flagstaff in the garden, and on the roof was agilt weathercock shaped like a telescope.

“Ha!” said Mr. Banks, drawing in his head very quickly. “Admiral’s telescope says East Wind. I thought as much. There is frost in my bones. I shall wear two overcoats.” And he kissed his wife absentmindedly on one side of her nose and waved to the children and went away to the City.

Now, the City was a place where Mr. Banks went every day — except Sundays,of course, and Bank Holidays — and while he was there he sat on a large chair in front of a large desk and made money.

All day long he worked, cutting out pennies and shillings and half-crowns and threepenny-bits. And He brought them home with him in his little black bag. Sometimes he would give some to Jane and Michael for their money-boxes, and when he couldn't spare any he would say, “The Bank is broken,” and they would know he hasn't made much money that day.

Well, Mr. Banks went off with his black bag, and Mrs. Banks went into the drawing room and sat there all day long writing letters to the papers and begging them to send some Nannies to her at once as she was waiting; an upstairs in the Nursery, Jane and Michael watched at the window and wondered who would come. They were glad Katie Nanna had gone, for they had never liked her. She was old and fat and smelt of barley-water. Anything, they thought, would be better than Katie Nanna — if not much better.

When the afternoon began to die away behind the Park, Mrs. Brill and Ellen Came to give them their supper and to bathe the Twins. And after supper Jane And Michael sat at the window watching for Mr. Banks to come home, and listening to the sound of the East Wind blowing through the naked branches of the cherry trees in the Lane. The trees themselves, turning and bending in half light, looked as though they had gone mad and were dancing their roots out of the ground.

“There he is!” said Michael, pointing suddenly to a shape that banged heavily against the gate.

Jane peered through the gathering darkness. “That’s not Daddy,” she said.“It’s somebody else.”

Then the shape, tossed and bent under the wind, lifted the latch of the gate, and they could see that it belonged to a woman, who was holding her hat on with one hand and carrying a bag in the other.

As they watched, Jane and Michael saw a curious thing happen. As soon as the shape was inside the gate the wind seemed to catch her up into the air and fling her at the house. It was as though it had flung her first at the gate, waited for her to open it, and then lifted and thrown her, bag and all, at the front door. The watching children heard a terrific bang, and as she landed the whole house shook.

“How funny! I’ve never seen that happen before,” said Michael.

“Let’s go and see who it is!”said Jane, and taking Michael’s arm she drew him away from the window, through the Nursery and out on to the landing. From there they always had a good view of anything that happened in the fronthall.

Presently they saw their Mother coming out of the drawing room with a visitor following her. Jane and Michael could see that the newcomer had shiny black hair — “Rather like a wooden Dutch doll,” whispered Jane.

And that she was thin, with large feet and hands, and small, rather peering blue eyes.

“You’ll find that they are very nice children,” Mrs. Banks was saying. Michael’s elbow gave a sharp dig at Jane’s ribs. “And that they give no trouble at all,” continued Mrs. Banks uncertainly, as if she herself didn’t really believe what she was saying. They heard the visitor sniff as though she didn’t either. “Now, about references — ” Mrs. Banks went on.

“Oh, I make it a rule never to give references,” said the other firmly.

Mrs. Banks started. “But I thought it was usual,” she said. “I mean — I understood people always did.”

“A very old-fashioned idea, to my mind,” Jane and Michael heard the stern voice say. “Very old-fashioned. Quite out of date, as you might say.”

Now, if there was one thing Mrs. Banks did not like, it was to be thought old-fashioned. She just couldn’t bear it. So she said quickly: “Very well, then. We won’t bother about them.

I only asked, of course, in case you — er — required it.

The nursery is upstairs — ” And she led the way towards the staircase, talking all the time, without stopping once.

And because she was doing that Mrs. Banks did not notice what was happening behind her, but Jane and Michael, watching from the top landing, had an excellent view of the extraordinary thing the visitor now did. Certainly she followed Mrs. Banks upstairs, but not in the usual way. With her large bag in her hands she slid gracefully up the banisters, and arrived at the landing at the same time as Mrs. Banks.

Such a thing, Jane and Michael knew, had never been done before.

Down, of course, for they had often done it themselves.

But up — never!

They gazed curiously at the strange new visitor.

“Well, that’s all settled, then.”

A sigh of relief came from the children’s Mother.

“Quite. As long as I’m satisfied,” said the other, wiping her nose with a large red and white bandanna handkerchief.

“Why, children,” said Mrs. Banks, noticing them suddenly, “what are you doing there?

This is your new nurse, Mary Poppins. Jane, Michael, say how do you do! And these” — she waved her hand at the babies in their cots — “are the Twins.”

Mary Poppins regarded them steadily, looking from one to the other as though she were making up her mind whether she liked them or not.

“Will we do?” said Michael.

“Michael, don’t be naughty,” said his Mother.

Mary Poppins continued to regard the four children searchingly. Then, with along, loud sniff that seemed to indicate that she had made up her mind, she said: “I’ll take the position.”

“For all the world,” as Mrs. Banks said to her husband later, “as though she were doing us a signal honour.”

“Perhaps she is,” said Mr. Banks, putting his nose round the corner of the newspaper for a moment and then withdrawing it very quickly.

When their Mother had gone, Jane and Michael edged towards Mary Poppins, who stood, still as a post, with her hands folded in front of her.

“How did you come?” Jane asked. “It looked just as if the wind blew you here.”

“It did,” said Mary Poppins briefly. And she proceeded to unwind her muffler from her neck and to take off her hat, which she hung on one of the bedposts. As it did not seem as though Mary Poppins was going to say anymore —though she sniffed a great deal — Jane, too, remained silent. But when she bent down to undo her bag, Michael could not restrain himself.

“What a funny bag!” he said, pinching it with his fingers.

“Carpet,” said Mary Poppins, putting her key in the lock.

“To carry carpets in, you mean?”

“No. Made of.”

“Oh,” said Michael. “I see.” But he didn’t — quite.

By this time the bag was open, and Jane and Michael were more than surprised to find it was completely empty.

“Why,” said Jane, “there’s nothing in it!”

“What do you mean — nothing?” demanded Mary Poppins, drawing herself up and looking as though she had been insulted. “Nothing in it, did you say?” And with that she took out from the empty bag a starched white apron and tied it around her waist. Next she unpacked a large cake of Sunlight Soap, toothbrush, a packet of hairpins, a bottle of scent, a small folding armchair and a box of throat lozenges.

Jane and Michael started.

“But I saw,” whispered Michael. “I’m sure it was empty.”

“Hush!” said Jane, as Mary Poppins took out a large bottle labelled “One Teaspoon to be Taken at Bedtime.” A spoon was attached to the neck of the bottle, and into this Mary Poppins Poured a dark crimson fluid.

“Is that your medicine?” enquired Michael, looking very interested.

“No, yours,” said Mary Poppins, holding out the spoon to him.

Michael started. He wrinkled up his nose. He began to protest. “I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I won’t!”

But Mary Poppins’ eyes were fixed upon him, and Michael suddenly discovered that you could not look at Mary Poppins and disobey her. There was something strange and extraordinary about her — something that was frightening and at the same time most exciting.

The spoon came nearer. He Held his breath, shut his eyes and gulped.

A delicious taste ran around his mouth. He turned his tongue in it. He swallowed, and a happy smile around his face. “Strawberry ice,” he said ecstatically. “More, more, more!”

But Mary Poppins, her face as stern as before, was pouring out a dose for Jane. It ran into the spoon, silvery, greeny, yellowy. Jane tasted it.

“Lime-juice cordial,” she said, sliding her tongue deliciously over her lips.

But When she saw Mary Poppins moving towards the Twins with the bottle Jane rushed at her. “Oh, no — please. They’re too young. It wouldn’t be good for them. Please!”

Mary Poppins, however, took no notice, but with a warning, terrible glance at Jane, tipped the spoon towards John’s mouth. He lapped at it eagerly, and by the few drops that were split on his bib, Jane and Michael could tell that the substance in the spoon this time was milk. Then Barbara had her share, and she gurgled and licked the spoon twice.

Mary Poppins then poured out another dose and solemnly took it herself. “Rum punch,” she said, smacking her lips and corking the bottle.

Janes eyes and Michael’s popped with astonishment, but they were not given much time to wonder, for Mary Poppins, having put the miraculous bottle on the mantelpiece, turned to them. “Now,” she said, “spit-spot into bed.”

And she began to undress them. They noticed that whereas buttons and hooks had needed all sorts of coaxing from Katie Nanna, for Mary Poppins they flew apart almost at a look. In less than a minute they found themselves in bed and watching, by the dim light from the night-light, the rest of Mary Poppins’ unpacking being performed.

From the carpet-bag she took out seven flannel nightgowns, four cotton ones, a pair of boots, a set of dominoes, two bathing-caps and a postcard album. Last of all came a folding camp-bedstead with blankets and eiderdown complete, and this she set down between John’s cot and Barbara’s.

Jane and Michael sat hugging themselves and watching. It was all so surprising that they could find nothing to say. But they knew, both of them, that something strange and wonderful has happened at Number Seventeen, Cherry Tree Lane. Mary Poppins, slipping one of the flannel nightgowns over her head, began to undress underneath it as though it were a tent.

Michael, charmed by this strange new arrival, unable to keep silent any longer, called to her. “Mary Poppins,” he cried, “you’ll never leave us, will you?”

There was no reply from under the nightgown.

Michael could not bear it. “You won’t leave us, will you?” he called anxiously.

Mary Poppins’ head came out of the top of the nightgown. She looked very fierce. “One word more from that direction,” she said threateningly, “and I’ll call the Policeman.”

“I was only saying,” began Michael, meekly, “that we hoped you wouldn’t be going away soon — ” He stopped, feeling very red and confused.

Mary Poppins stared from him to Jane in silence. Then she sniffed. “I’ll stay till the wind changes,” she said shortly, and she blew out her candles and got into bed.

“That’s all right,” said Michael, half to himself and half to Jane. But Jane wasn't listening. She was thinking about all that had happened, and wondering…

And that is how Mary Poppins came to live at Number Seventeen, Cherry Tree Lane.

And although they sometimes found themselves wishing for the quieter, more ordinary days when Katie Nanna ruled the household, everybody, on the whole, was glad of Mary Poppins’ arrival. Mr. Banks was glad because, as she arrived by herself and did not hold up the traffic, he hadn't had to tip the Policeman. Mrs. Banks was glad because she was able to tell everybody that her children’s nurse was so fashionable that she didn’t believe in giving references. Mrs. Brill and Ellen were glad because they could drink strong cups of tea all day in the kitchen and no longer needed to preside at nursery suppers. Robertson Ay was glad, too, because Mary Poppins had only one pair of shoes, and those she polished herself.

But nobody ever knew what Mary Poppins felt about it, for Mary Poppins Never told anything.

Mary Poppins Explanation

Alrighty! I’d been looking forward to drawing this story for quite some time! It’s not my favorite chapter of the book (like I said in the introduction), but it’s a fun little teaser all the same.

I like to imagine Mary Poppins is some sort of fairy that managed to survive past the Industrial Revolution via adaptation. She’s just too magical and strange to be truly human. Which I love! And she has too many crazy items in her possession and mysterious friends to be understood.

Jane, Michael and the twins (who aren’t in the movie! Probably for simplicity’s sake) are Sindh Pakistani. Pakistani people are the second largest ethnic minority in Great Britain (right behind Indians). Although the area wasn’t called Pakistan at the time. In any case, many sailors came over in the 1800s, settled down with local people, and started families. Since I headcanon the Banks just have a white male ancestor, they have an English last name, but are mostly Sindhi. They also have English first names because even today it’s easier to get a job if you have a name that sounds like it comes from the country you live in. However, that necessity and practice is slowly being put to rest :).

The first picture, I’ve had in my back pocket (not literally) for roughly two years. I think it started out at first as an exercise in perspective (umbrellas are odd objects) but then I realized I could draw Mary Poppins’ umbrella, and then I came up with a cute font for her name … but unfortunately I messed up on the ‘ppins’ of her name. So I drew it elsewhere on the page. Then this year, I edited the nicer one into position, and that was that! I just wish I had written the date I started :’). It’s bugging me a bit.

The second picture was pretty fun! I love how she travels via wind, I copied Mary Poppins’ outfit from the movie, and did my best to make her look like Julie Andrews. Probably the most annoying parts were figuring out the perspective for the railing and the pattern on her carpet bag. THAT took me a long time to draw, on this picture and all the following pictures. The pattern is really pretty though …

The third picture ended up a little more boring than I wanted it to? MP is wearing the same outfit, and I had trouble drawing the kids proportionally (I spend a lot of time drawing adults). Additionally, I couldn’t think up any designs for the table I wanted to draw. The armchair is coming out a bit warped, but considering it’s something that, in all dimensions, is bigger than the carpet bag (unlike a lamp), I figured that the only way for it to come out is if it was visibly warped. On the easier side of decorations, I drew a couple Sindhi designs on Jane’s clothes. Figuring how the split in her dress would look like when she sat in that position was somewhat difficult though lol.

The last picture was kind of sweet. Sliding up the bannister was just a piece of casual magic that I wish I could’ve joined in on lol. I wanted to include the twins, so MP is holding one and Michael is holding the other, while Jane holds the carpet bag. Jane already has her dupatta ff (because it’s rude for non-related men to look at her hair in public, but Michael forgot to take off his cap, the ṭopī. Silly kid. I just added the little magic symbols near MP’s fingers to show she was pushing them up the stairs. Funnily enough, this picture was the hardest to edit, because I drew it on yellow paper (it was already inside my notebook shrug) and then pencil dust kept dirtying it. But you can’t tell now!

I hope you enjoyed, and will read the book! The author, P.L. Travers, was oft-celebrated and quite famous, considering she was basically out as a lesbian during an unforgiving time. She even received an excellence award, OBE, from the crown! Just remember, there are some culturally insensitive parts in the original book that you should take with a grain of salt.

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lisacatara-actress · 1 year

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Almost Lisa: Pt 14, “The Book of (most) Fuckary”

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Fuckary: 1. Pertains to a person, situation (or place) that considered ridiculous or nonsensical · 2. An alternative to the word "Bullshit" · 3. Injustice

I don't know about you, but this post-pandemic world comes standard with a surmountable amount of unnecessary fuckary. Every simple service call I need to make is first met with a long prerecorded messages, followed by series of automated number-punching which inevitably lands me in the wrong place with someone who has a bad cell connection or bad WiFi and can not answer my question (or is ill equipped to). That's if they don't hang up on me when transferring/putting me on hold. I've spent entire days attempting to find proof of life in human form. From power to cell service to online orders. SO> MUCH> FUCKARY.

Here lie a partial list of the recent fuckaries to which I refer...

Tax Prep:

No one likes to prep or pay their taxes (it’s painful. Especially when you use your body as a battering ram for a living). Since moving from California to Georgia, I get to enjoy a surplus of extra fuckary. For one, I dissolved my old corporation and opened it anew in GA to cut ties clean from the greedy hands of the state of California. It took countless phone calls with each and every payroll company by which I’ve been paid over the last 19 years to make sure I’d now be paid royalties to me as a person, NOT my new corporation (which bears the same name). Despite assurances, these things are still not resolved a year and a half later. Additionally, I am now paying personal and corporate taxes in two states. On the day of my appointment with my CPA, we realized that one of the payroll company still failed to correct my information in their system, causing an unwarranted corporate tax form and more calls to get it corrected. The wait to receive this new- correct- document is rumored to be up to 12 weeks. I will have to file late and I will be charged by my CPA for the correction. Thanks California!

Investments:

Took me years to gain trust in investing my hard-earned dollars. Finally managed to find an investment broker to handle my “fortune” (ha!), and he called shortly after to say he's leaving the firm for another. Insisted that was good news and asked me to trek along. I checked them out and wasn't interested. Now what? The investment company randomly assigns me to another rep. Then another. Then another... urgh. I picked one and needed to vet him to be sure my cash is in competent hands. He checked out! Honestly, this one fuckary may turn out to be an upgrade. Whew! On to...

Mortgage:

My mortgage lender failed to pay my home insurance on time, resulting in the insurance carrier dropping me. I found another and signed, only to receive an apology from the former policy company for their mistake and a reinstatement of benefits. Okay, I canceled the new policy and waiting for their refund check to ad back to escrow. And bring my account back to green again. The check came. But didn't reflect the total refund. So I've spend countless hours, days, on hold... with the insurance broker trying to get a human being to help me fix things. Meanwhile the mortgage company which caused me the problem in the first place reevaluated my account, saw my escrow in the red (their fault), and assessed me at an additional $200/ month. I was told this would be remedied when the insurance check from the 2nd company was refunded and applied to the account. Well, I sent the partial refund (while attempting to get the rest) and asked for it to be applied to escrow as requested. Yesterday I was told someone applied the payment to principal instead. Long story shorter: My mortgage lender ran another early annual off site analysis, showing my property value increased. Now I'm paying a higher monthly amount based on increased value which I wouldn't have had to do until many months later when the annual analysis was scheduled. It’s all even more fucked than this, but I’ll end this section by stating I reported the mortgage lender. Ive no doubt nothing will come of it. I'm just paying more. Feels like fraud (turns out this is very common). You think this is nuts, wait’ll I tell you about...

Medical:

I've been seeing a Doctor at a local hospital in GA. He ordered a bevy of labs and tests based on symptoms I told him about and past records I brought with me. He had a suspicion about what was causing them and said we were going to look for it. Because of pandemic shutdowns and continued loss of work/income, I told him I would do the tests which are covered by my insurance. He checked and told me they were. So we proceeded. I have not stopped receiving bills since from the laboratory which processed my blood work, that was 9 months ago. Each bill comes with the same codes and dates of services but claims to be a new invoice. I've paid several in full, another comes. Insurance says some tests are not covered (yet, or at all), that they're awaiting an explanation of benefits. My doctor says he isn't responsible for how much or the way the laboratory charges, to call them. The laboratory says they're just billing what was ordered, to call insurance. Insurance says some invoices were flagged because they don't look right. There are questionable charges. Meanwhile, after all these evasive (and unbelievably expensive) tests, my doctor tells me he found what he was looking for! But not to worry about it because he doesn't think it's causing my symptoms. WHAT!!!! Why the fekkkk did he order these tests and labs? This goes on, around and around for many months. My insurance has been billed over $100,000 in services from this Doctor. Services I was told were covered. AND- it seems- have nothing to do with my symptoms.

At the suggestion from my plan provider, I filed a grievance against the doctor and was told not to pay any further bills until the situation was looked into. My hospital bills (which arrive between 4-8 months after services rendered) include all services rendered within the facility, including this Doctor. When I paid my last bill, the hospital applied payment in portions to each department, including this doctor, resulting in a balance due which was immediately reported to collections. Apparently no one is responsible for fixing this error. I’m now expected to pay the bill in full or suffer “consequences”. The amount I was reported for is under $200. After 9/11, I made sure my credit was perfect and that I owed no one for anything (even paid off my substantial student loans!). I pay bills early, every month. This situation reeks of a special kind of fuckary.

And, finally...

Work:

Remember what happened to me in 2007 due to the Writers Guild striking? How it all but ended my acting career? Well, there’s another writers Strike looming right now. In preparation for what will bring a shutdown on production, producers have been busy stockpiling content to air, planning for more reality programming and “real people” casting (we- actors- are not considered real people) in order to remain unscripted (without writers). Work has already been slow throughout 2022. Now, its eerily quiet in the Entertainment biz yet again. I was blessed to land a couple of projects recently. But my days were just cut due to production being behind schedule and wanting to wrap things up. A global pandemic shutdown wasn't enough. Now this. While I will be eligible in April, the nightmare which is Georgia Unemployment maxes out at an annual $4500 (CA is more then twice this). Who can survive on that? That’s about a month of bills for me. I could cancel my health insurance, I suppose (lol). Not much else to sacrifice and still remain relatively healthy.

*******

Is it me? No. Am I just complaining? No. Am I unreasonable? NO.

I have a feeling, many of you can relate. Some things have changed for the worse since this Pandemic began. Everything is challenging now. Simple communications aren't simple. Easy transactions, aren't easy. I long for the days people helped people. Not robots and AI. There are plenty of jobs for humans, but they don't pay livable wages. Not because the companies cant pay fair wages, but because they won’t. Investing in AI and tech is a write off. Investing (aka PAYING) people, isn’t. And those corporations want their multi-billion dollar profits. “Fuckary” everyone else.

Sigh. Back to our regularly scheduled program.

(To be continued...)

*PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo @LTarantinoDesigns)

#Hollywood #actress #stunts #film #movies #filmmaking #life #blog #Lisa Catara #medical #health care #finance #ai #technology

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reekierevelator · 1 year

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Lost and Found

a short story

“Been waiting long?” I asked urgently, having struggled to the bus stop after work, my umbrella inside out, my hair flattened, rivers of rain pouring down my black vinyl jacket and black cotton slacks sticking to my legs.

“Aye, a wee while. Weather causing havoc with the timetables. Ye’re fair drookit. About time Edinburgh had fully enclosed bus stops. That no right, eh?”

The barely adequate street lighting was sufficient that dark dreich night to reveal bright eyes twinkling in a wrinkled unsmiling face half-hidden under the brim of an old-fashioned flat cap. A long tweedy overcoat seemed a throwback to fashions of yesteryear and smelled of soaked heather moors. The incongruous white canvas shoes on his feet seemed sodden and leaky. I inwardly registered him as a bohemian of some kind, a beatnik survivalist.

“Whew,” I spluttered. “It’s a while since I’ve run for a bus, especially in weather like this. In heels as well. I suppose I’d got used to my boyfriend picking me up.”

“Boyfriend out the picture then?”

“You could say. We decided we weren’t right for each other. Scrapped my ancient diesel Fiat when he got a Tesla but I’ll maybe have to get back to driving.”

“Proper break-up – boyfriend and car. Never rains but it pours, eh?”

“Oh it had been coming a long time. Very different interests. Took me a while to see his only real interest was money, you know, making loads – job in credit finance - and spending loads – new consumer goods, showing off. He was always buying things – expensive foreign holidays, computer gizmos, cars, fancy furniture and so on – but never seemed to get any real satisfaction from any of it. Always on the lookout for something new, the next big thing to impress people with.”

“And that wasn’t you?”

“No, I’ve always been more interested in getting on with people and trying to make sense of the world. I like to talk about the ideas you get from books, plays, artworks, and so on. He said I was boring. It’s as well we split up, but I have been a bit lost since. Still sorting myself out. Read anything interesting yourself lately?”

“Aye, one or two not so boring things. Liptrot’s Outrun, McDermid’s 1979. I hear Mayflies, O’Hagan’s new one is good.”

“Yes, definitely his best for a while.”

“I’ll try to get on it soon as. Trouble is I’ve only just found time for reading again.”

“What was stopping you?”

“Oh, I’ve been finishing off a book. Publisher mad for deadlines.”

“You write?”

“Aye, just back from doing a reading in Dalkeith. Don’t drive any more – too many points – old Fiesta gathering dust in the lock-up alongside boxes of my remaindered stuff. But it does leave time for reading on trains and buses. Swings and roundabouts eh? Twenty or so turned up in to hear me spouting from the new book. A few there even forked out hard cash for copies, which I blessed by signing.”

“Should I know your name?”

“Unlikely I suppose. Not exactly world famous. My publisher, Boyle – Boiled Books, says I write tracts of moral philosophy dressed up as science fiction. Very low print runs. Gerry Dougan’s the monicker.”

“Gerry Dougan?! Goodness sake, I must have read all of your books. The Tweeting Martian Budgerigar - that was a real cracker, I don’t know how you do it. I had to talk to everyone about it for months afterwards. The key question that extra-terrestrial’s story raised - whether birds have a conscience – that was a real brain teaser. But, to be honest, I didn’t think the ending really resolved the issue. Maybe that was the point?”

“Well, yes, unresolved. Always best to be honest. Mind, I put donkey’s years of research into it. Read everything from Skinner to Wittgenstein, ethologists to animal psychologists. Still couldn’t reach a final conclusion. I wanted to convince the reader about something, something to make the reader really believe in the story.”

“The main take-away – as the managers say.”

“Aye, I suppose they might. You get a lot of that jargon at work?”

“You could say - finance and investment work, mainly the marketing side.”

“Where you met the old boyfriend?”

“Yes, forever toiling over gilt and bond yields, market indexes, gold price fluctuations - enough said. I hate the pressure of it all. I need to get out. But the job has meant I’ve learned how to make sure people leave with a definite message after a meeting, exit with a definite conclusion fixed in their minds.”

“Aye, that’s it. Boyle says I need something called a ‘people person’; someone to help present theoretical stuff more emotionally so readers get a sense of conclusion from the books. Wants me to find a partner, get married. Never kept a woman long enough. Never been good with people. Too blunt. I told him straight ‘Away and Boyle yer heid’, but he insists, presented properly the books would sell like hot cakes, turn dust into diamonds. ‘Just get a modern woman to help with emotive endings’ he keeps saying. ‘Someone into social media’. He tried to explain how to set up something called a ‘presence’. He said ‘Get help, find someone to feed titbits to TikTok influencers’ – made it sound like being a keeper at the zoo – ‘until it dawns on them how insightful the books are. They’ll spread the word and Bob’s your uncle.’ Barking away like that at our last meeting Boyle came close to boiling over. As far as I can tell TikTok is all imagination and letting Chinese spies know how badly you can dance, just another kind of science fiction. If I want to feed animals I’ll go to a duck pond.”

“I’m on TikTok.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m a bit of a dinosaur. No offence. Nothing personal er...”

“Call me Jessica. Look, I think I’m a sort of ‘people person’. I can do emotions. I do communication. I reach out. I get people to see the point, to reach conclusions.”

“Here, are you suggesting something Jessica?”

The bus still hadn’t arrived but the rain had eased and the sky was clearing. The clouds must have passed over because I could see a little crescent moon blinking in the dark sky. The stars were coming out and the moonlight was glinting in pothole puddles like Christmas tinsel. On the other side of the road warm yellow backlighting brought the capital letters of the No Holds Bar into prominent view.

“Listen Gerry,” I said, “there’s a pub over the road. Why don’t we let ourselves dry off for a few minutes and have a little chat?”

“Aye ok, I could do with a pint. Spraffing on about books is thirsty work.”

“Here’s an idea Gerry,” I proposed as we skipped across the shiny wet tarmac, “I could drive while you sit in the back reading.”

“Or writing.”

“Yes, or writing.

“I could do quick edits, create more punchy conclusions, things the reader will take on board and remember.”

“Well, it’s a thought right enough, if it would help readers assimilate ideas that are sometimes quite complicated.”

“Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“That’s surely Bogart, not Bergman?”

“Does it really matter if I’m a woman Gerry? Anyway, gender is much more fluid nowadays. In fact sex change science fiction is all the rage – from sexual dichotomy to sexual continuum, nobody knows what’s real and what’s fiction any more. Big moral issues to resolve in there. Needs someone like you to give it a context that gets through to people, makes it intelligible and provides guidance. In fact I can see the theme for your next book emerging already. I’m sure you can write a science fiction plot to contain all that philosophical discussion. Then I’ll help you touch up the conclusions, clarify the take-away, make sure it’s something that imprints itself on readers minds. And I’ll market your inimitable insights through social media, no problem. It’ll be unforgettable - a certain best seller.”

“Well, ok, sounds like it’s maybe worth a try.”

“I really think we’ve found something, eh?”

#short story #scotland #edinburgh #Reekie Revelator

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inkofamethyst · 2 years

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May 11, 2022

You know what? I’ll say it: floral wallpaper deserves to come back into style. I do, in fact, want my walls and my dresses to look like my grandmother’s couches, thank you very much.

also, by the way, I!!!!! HATE!!!!!! STUDYING!!!!!! and finals suck.

Of the many things that I love my orchestra for, one of those is that there is no shortage of pride in our work. We livestream our concerts and after every single one there are multiple days of watch parties and gushing about how good they went. We are not bashful; we are proud, and we have things to be proud of! We put together a banger of a concert in basically two months since last fall’s was delayed. I haven’t watched through them yet, but I definitely want to and will at some point. So many people coming together to be excited about music.

At this point I’ve seen a few clips of the concert and we sounded really great from the audience’s perspective for sure. But even with our loud-as-all-get-out choir director super-tenor singing the alto part half the time, I still can’t hear the alto parts. Three to four of us up in the front row, three more in the back, and we’re still the silent section??? HELLO?

I promise I haven’t been like, entirely ignoring the Roe v Wade overturn leak thing, I just don’t feel like I have novel thoughts about it? This is upsetting. And I don’t know where to go after that. An attack on women’s bodies, on their sexualities? Absolutely yes. Interesting how Democrats in Washington have been sitting in safety over this issue, not really considering it an issue, as Republican candidates at all levels of government for at least as long as I’ve been paying attention to politics have targeted this as The Issue and they’ve made this known. I think I’m experiencing a weird dissociative anger, the same type I feel when I hear about certain racial injustices (the volume of black and native women who go missing and are literally never found, police brutality, etc). Where all of my thinking turns to static because it reminds me that I don’t actually live in a world where things I take for granted (and just my own safety in general) are guaranteed.

Also speaking of women’s issues... this whooooole Amanda Heard/Johnny Depp trial feels weird. And people’s reactions to it feel weird to me. I’m not going to say anything more on it than that because people have some really strong opinions and I feel like it’d be really really really easy to watch “highlights” that are clearly favored for one side or the other and completely neglect what the other side brings to the table since I’ve certainly got better things to do than watch the whole thing.

Completely switching gears, consider this: A jukebox musical based on songs by The Crane Wives. Currently thinking, like, it’s a story of two women. One (A) who’s reaching a breaking point with her partner (I’m thinking the engagement was arranged or something like that) and will run off west and another (B) who’s living on her own out west after her partner left her. Wild West era, homestead act n all or whatever. I think A will run into B, B takes a liking to her and decides that it might be time to start living again. I have not a single clue as to what the plot would be exactly.

[edit: I wrote out a lot of it here but moved it to my GDrive just in case I go through with it lol.. had I known about TCW only a year earlier I could’ve done this for my honors capstone but alas]

Today I’m thankful for Darren Korb and Ashley Barret because the two of them just pull out banger after banger after banger. In The Blood, In The Flame, The Spine, whew. Makes my lil Evanescence-lovin heart tear up.

This summer I’m going to see if I can find songs with bass solos in them bc saxophone-guy sounds so forlorn when he talks about how our orchestra never really does songs where he could even be featured. ...y’all please help I think I got it bad. For a gamer of all the types of men oh my god

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suibianjie · 3 years

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Hi everyone!

I recently hit a milestone that I never fathomed reaching, so to celebrate I’ve put together a set of CQL-themed digital freebies:

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Note: these are NOT for commercial use, only personal. Please credit when possible if you use!

As a creator I really appreciate all the positive feedback, and have been so lucky to meet many other awesome artists, gifmakers, editors, writers, translators, video makers, and fans in the fandom. Thank you for following, reblogging, liking, and commenting!

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lemonade-if · 2 years

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Character Overview: Love Interests

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Rather than giving away a profile, I decided to go around campus and interview anonymous Morigaoka students ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Perhaps some direct quotes from peers would be the best way to convey the basic impressions of these eight characters.

Without further ado...

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Ren Sugiyama 杉山蓮 (F) - Year 1 Class A

“Did you know? There’s a tree by the west campus gate called the ‘Tree of Rejection’. Apparently, 18 people confessed to Ren-chan there last month and she turned all of them down. That’s why I’m planning to confess to her by the shoe lockers instead...oi, why are you laughing. I’m serious.”

“Sugiyama’s filthy rich. Her mom’s that famous designer, Kanae Sugiyama. Wonder why the kid of such a hotshot would attend such a normal school like Mori High...not that I’m complaining.”

“Whew, Ren-chan from 1-A!! She’s got it all. Half of me wants to date her, and the other half wants to be her. I’ve heard she’s dated a few people in the past. I wonder what they were like...it must be a lot of pressure to date someone as popular and high profile as Ren-chan."

“I hate sports, but I joined one just so I could see Ren-chan cheer for me at our games...well, I suck so I have to watch the cheer team from the bench, but that’s still technically her cheering for me...um, are you okay? You’re looking at me like I’m disgusting.”

Yuushin Mikazuki 三日月勇心 (M) - Year 1 Class A

"N-no comment. Sorry.”

“Grumpy bastard. Mysterious. Absolute worst case of Resting Bitch Face I’ve ever seen. I sit in front of him in class so his glare pierces right through my back. Wait, don’t publish that last part, he’ll know who I am-”

“Um...I guess he ditches a lot. Why? Who knows...fighting, maybe? He gets called to the guidance room a lot for showing up injured. Imagine fighting Mikazuki though...he’s huge.”

“I don’t really know him, but a guy like that is bad news for sure. It’s best to stay away. I feel sorry for whoever gets assigned the empty seat next to him.”

A/N: Yuushin’s route includes heavier themes, language, and content than the other routes, including problematic behavior such as fighting and underage smoking. He is not an abuser in any capacity, but his route is not recommended for those seeking a warmer and light-hearted playthrough.

Shion Kisaragi 如月詩音 (F) - Year 1 Class D

“Class B’s Kisaragi is the school’s top student and the only first year in student council. I wonder what she’s like outside of school. Can’t really imagine her doing anything besides schoolwork...but they say the quiet ones are the craziest, right? Kidding, kidding...”

“She’s...smart? Studious? She seems really busy, too...I've never seen her just sit around doing nothing. Even during lunch, she's multitasking as she eats."

“I don’t know her, but I overheard her talking to the principal once. Her voice gave me this weird sense of deja vu...can’t imagine why...”

“I’m a moron, so our homeroom teacher always makes Kisaragi-san tutor me. She seems plain at a glance, but she’s actually really cute up close, especially when she adjusts her glasses...huh? You didn’t ask about that? My bad.”

Hikaru Takeuchi 武内光 (M) - Year 1 Class B

“Ah, the soccer team’s freshman ace! He’s an idiot, but he’s a fun idiot who knows how to work hard and play hard. Bright, easygoing, mischievous but dependable in times of need-- he’s the type who can get along with anybody. I doubt there’s anyone in this school who has bad things to say about a guy like him."

“Ever since I watched Takeuchi eat 12 servings of mazesoba for lunch, I’ve wondered if he’s really a human. It’s actually insane how much that guy can eat. If soccer doesn’t work out, he’ll have a good shot in the competitive eating world.”

“Sometimes, Takeuchi seems like he’s in pain...I asked him about it before, but he laughed it off. Maybe I imagined it.”

“There was a time back in junior high when I had detention with Hikaru for a whole month. We were riding our mops like racehorses through the hallways when we crashed into the principal, knocking off his wig...Hikaru tried to help by picking it up and putting it back on the geezer’s head but the guy went berserk. He retired shortly after that.”

Leila Ozaki 尾崎レイラ (F) - Year 1 Class A

“I heard Ozaki lives in a dorm? She moved to Tokyo alone for high school. No wonder she feels so mature...it must be tough to move out so early.”

“It’s unfortunate what happened to her band...you didn’t hear? Their vocalist went missing half a year ago and the police still have no leads. They were invited to headline some pretty big gigs but had to cancel all of them. They’ve been on hiatus ever since. Re;Light 13, you can look them up. Ozaki’s the drummer.”

“She’s cool as hell. I wish I could talk to her, but she’s always wearing headphones or airpods...she seems like the type of person who’d have really interesting stories. Someday, I want to ask her about what it’s like growing up in Los Angeles.*”

“You can’t think I’m creepy for this, promise? And you can’t tell...okay, Ozaki has a tattoo on her ribcage. I swear I wasn’t trying to look-- I just happened to see when we were changing for gym!! She noticed that I saw and just...raised a finger to her lips and smirked...”

*Leila is Blasian, with an African American father and Japanese mother. She moved to Japan after elementary school.

Aleksei Zakharov アレクセイ・ザハロフ (M) - Year 1 Class C

“He’s a shameless flirt. I’d never go out with a cocky guy like that. He’s completely irresista- unreliable! I mean unreliable! I definitely don’t think he’s charming!!"

“The exchange student in Class C, right? ...wait, what? He's not an exchange student? Huh? He was born in Japan? That makes sense. I always wondered how he was so fluent...”*

“Al’s well-built and athletic, so all the sports coaches were bending backwards trying to recruit him. You should’ve seen their faces when he ended up joining Journalism instead...he doesn’t even like writing.”

“I’m friends with Zakharov so I know he’s the type you should play around with, not the type to expect anything from. Still, there are people who think they can change him...you just can’t change people like that, you know? At least he has the tact to reject them upfront. He doesn’t get involved with anyone who likes him seriously."

*Aleksei is Caucasian. He was born and raised in Japan.

A/N: This route is more "bold" than others due to his personality. He will not continue to flirt with MC if discomfort is expressed. However, if MC does not indicate discomfort, he will flirt with them even outside of his route because he finds MC attractive in every route.

Akane Yoshida 吉田茜 (F) - Year 1 Class D

“Yoshida-chan is pure-hearted, down-to-earth, and unconditionally kind. She’s too good for this world, to tell the truth. I always tell her that it’s alright to be more selfish, but it’s hard for someone who grew up prioritizing other people their whole life.”

“Class D’s Yoshida right? I admire her. She's not the most confident in herself, but she always puts 120% into everything she does, no matter how much she’s struggling or how bad the odds. Watching her makes me want to work harder myself.”

“That reminds me, Akane invited me to the movies the other day. She said she got tickets for a fun movie that she's been looking forward to. It turned out to be some horror film with a weird killer clown...she said it looked cute...unbelievable."

"Yoshida-chan baked brownies for class a few months ago, right before finals. Don’t tell her, but she used salt instead of sugar. None of us had the heart to disappoint her when she asked how it tasted with such a bright smile. My buddy and I ate every last crumb to make sure she’d never find out...god, it was awful..."

Yosuke Takanashi 鷹無永祐 (M) - Year 1 Class B

“He has the looks to be an actor but the expressive range of stale bread. Seriously, I’ve never seen that guy smile or laugh, ever. Is he scared of getting wrinkles? I don’t get it, but all the girls think he’s so cool...what’s the deal with girls liking black-haired guys with emotional constipation...”

“Takanashi won regional MVP at Nationals last year, so he had scholarship offers to a number of elite schools. I’m just confused why he chose Morigaoka. Is he a masochist? Everyone knows our basketball team sucks ass..."

“Oh, I’ve known him awhile. He's actually a really good guy, but...I wonder what's up with his family. For all he’s achieved, you’d think his parents would at least show up to something. They've never even showed up for student conferences."

“At first, I couldn’t believe that someone as stoic as Takanashi could be best friends with guys as rowdy as Takeuchi and Zakharov. Now, I'm starting to get the sense that Takanashi's pretty passionate himself. It just doesn’t show on his face."

A/N: This route is a slower burn with a stubborn stick-in-the-ass. It is not recommended for those who would like “instant” gratification.

Aside from the ROs, there are side characters MC will encounter as well. Their overviews will be up at a later date.

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