#drunk kiki owns my heart

[ghostradiodylan]

It's karaoke night. What songs do you think each of the hacketteers would sing?

I love this ask and I spent entirely too long thinking about it! Thank you!

Nick: “American Girl” - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. He’ll dedicate this one to Abi and play a whole lot of clumsy but enthusiastic air guitar during the instrumental breaks. He’ll also do really on-the-nose inside joke choices like “Werewolves of London” by Warren Zevon (he'll change 'London' to 'Melbourne' because he's really lame) or “Once Bitten, Twice Shy” by Great White.

Emma: “Style” - Taylor Swift. She just reads as a Taylor girlie to me and this one’s a classic. She could do "We Are Never Getting Back Together" but Jacob might cry. So, "Style" it is. Not too tough in range and it doesn’t require her to do the cringey rap-talking part she’d have to do if she picked “Shake It Off” (although that one would also be fun and maybe if Abi gets drunk enough she’ll join Emma onstage and do that part for her).

Jacob: he wants to pick “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey but it has been banned because basic bitches like him just keep singing it. If he’s still moping about Emma, he might choose “Somebody to Love” by Queen. If someone else gets to it first, then it’s The Killers' “Mr. Brightside” all the way until the bar bans that one too.

Kaitlyn: she almost always picks a song you can scream-sing to. She has some rage to get out, okay? Her go-to is either "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" by Joan Jett or "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morissette. If you get enough alcohol in her for her to get in her feelings though, she might do Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart," as a treat.

Laura: "Dog Days are Over" - Florence + The Machine. Is that another werewolf joke? Yes, yes it is. She can't help being overjoyed to say goodbye to the (meat)dog days. She'd probably also absolutely crush "Help I'm Alive" by Metric.

Max: I will never recover from the post that said Max and Dylan would know every step from the JustDance version of “Rasputin” by Boney M (which I think is completely correct) so I’m picking that one for Max. However, if he gets a second song or he’s feeling extremely sentimental, he might do the Michael Bublé version of “L.O.V.E.” for Laura.

Abi: I think Abi's actual musical listening tastes might be a little moodier than this, but for karaoke she wants it light and easy, and it doesn't get much lighter or easier than ABBA. "Dancing Queen" or "Mamma Mia." She'd really like it if Emma would come sing backup for her so she doesn't have to go up by herself.

Dylan: He never does the same song twice; he wants everyone to be surprised every time. He's done Lady Gaga's "Poker Face. He's done "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" by Panic! At the Disco." He's done Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream." Tonight, it's "Still Into You" by Paramore.

Ryan: He can't believe he got talked into this. Ryan hates attention and doesn't really love the sound of his own voice. He would prefer to sit quietly and watch everyone else perform. Beer won't be enough, Ryan will have to drink an entire pitcher of LITs to be drunk enough to sing. Then he will sing "Love You Madly" by CAKE and absolutely slay. Dylan will be facedown on their table pretending to have fainted when he gets back.

Bonus: Duets!

Laura and Max have perfected their version of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” by Elton John and Kiki Dee. You should really see it. There’s choreo and everything.

Jacob and Kaitlyn will sing "I Believe in A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness. Nobody knows why. Neither of them has the upper range to pull it off and they know it. It's awful. They're just screeching. Ryan has to go outside until they're finished. His nerves can't take it. They have fun though.

Dylan would really like Ryan to duet with him on Peter Bjorn and John's "Young Folks," he'll even do the girl parts and the whistling! But Ryan's one and done at karaoke, and even that is asking a lot. Instead, Dylan and Nick duet The Proclaimers' "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" in absurd and potentially offensive Scottish accents.

Emma and Abi end up duetting half the time when they're supposed to be doing their own songs anyway, especially when it's Abi's turn! Somehow Emma just ends up there too. But they do "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper together with some frequency and they're great at it.

Bonus 2: Group Number!

You already know what it is. You know what's coming. You get it stuck in your head every time you play the damn game (don't you? I know it's not just me.) How could they not all sing Kelly Clarkson's "Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)" together? Of course they do.

#the quarry #hacketteer headcanons #beautiful asks from beautiful people #hacketteer karaoke night #nick furcillo #emma mountebank #max brinly #jacob custos #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #ryan erzahler #abi blyg #dylan lenivy #the brainrot is brainrotting #who needs sleep?

[vazelbeak]

When I think about it too the fact Lucifer beat up Adam but Nifty is the one who killed him makes me think about how little actual characterization of Nifty we get.

I'm all for weird girl characters Glendale from Centaurworld was one of my favorite characters.

As a character we learn Glendale is quite literally a kleptomaniac. And it's very much connected to her portal tummy magic. She's anxiety ridden and one of her songs tell us that she steals because it makes her feel better but not many people like her because she steals. As light heartedly as it's presented it's a comfort for her. Even in season 1 she has direct interaction with our main protagonist and we learn these attributes that are expanded on in season 2. But Nifty? What can I say about her in show that presents personality? That isn't headcanon. That I could actually get in season 1?

When Husk is explaining everyone's issues they dance around Nifty's situation. When Husk reveals he used to be an overlord we get nothing on if Nifty was owned by Al first or came around later. When Angel claims to care about keeping Nifty away from Val he stands up to Val but proceeds to forget Nifty there just for the sake of a funny gag of her stealing fur from Vals wings. When she's the one who fully kills Adam, Adam who Lucifer only beat up. Lute is more angry at the group than she is towards Nifty who actually killed him.

Can you imagine if she stabbed Adam and if Lute specifically singled out her as someone she wanted to kill but everyone else steps in defending her?

Can you imagine if Angel didn't forget Nifty but actually walked off with her as a serious moment.

Can you imagine if instead of telling is everyone's problems we had a brief flipping between scenes of everyone drunk and pouring their hearts out to Husk with exceptions of Nifty who maybe whispers and Husk making a face alluding to the nature of her problems?

Can you imagine Nifty treated as a an active and legitimate member of our main cast as opposed to gremlin jokes near exclusively for laughs?

She has so little to her if you replaced her with Kiki in a lot of scenes doing charades it would hold very little impact on the show

[kidsinsaturn]

amusement park pt 2

[🗼] you go to the amusement park with them

characters: obito uchiha; madara uchiha

genre: fluff; modern au

warnings: gn!reader; suggestive themes

part 1

-my boy obito got super excited !! like he gets to go out with you and have fun ?? touching you all night ?? he is over the moon

-he certainly wasn’t the one who got the idea because it never crossed his baby mind ok he just thought these kind of places weren’t really ideal for a nice date

-he certainly wasn’t the one who got the idea because it never crossed his baby mind ok he just thought these kind of places weren’t really ideal for a nice date

-he is a silly gentleman who is so in love with you, so from the moment you guys meet up–whether he picks you up or you guys meet up in the park–, he gives you a bouquet of fresh flowers or chocolates omgg stopppp

-you'll be like ??? boy you can't get in the park with plants or food,, but he didn't think about that he just wanted to give you something aaaa

-so you leave the things in his or your car and obito would be so embarrassed but you assure him that you loved his little lovely actions but that he should think about it before doing anything hahah

-will pay for everything and carry all your things and will never leave you alone hsjdjs

-he is afraid if he loses sight of you you'll get hurt or someone can harm you, so he brought a strand to link your wrists with his ??? boy please just turn your bluetooth on

-i hc obito as someone who isn't much against pda but he is very sheepish and shy about kisses and smooches so he wouldn't know how to react if you are suddenly pulling him in for some kikis

-however if you are in a secluded are, like the Ferris wheel, or in the back of the park, then he is okay with heavy kissing and grabbing, he wouldn't want explicit public sex but will accept making out until you just want to go home and finish your business

-which is probably how your stance in the amusement park will end, with obito driving at 80 mph because he wants to get home asap !!

-madara lmao this guy despises people and sounds and fun

-but since uchiha love is beyond common comprehension, this guy somehow accepted to go to an amusement park with you

-ok so since it is canon that madara enjoys of pain ??? I think he will actually like riding the most extreme games just for the adrenaline

-but he will be so bitchy about the long lines; if there are ways of getting faster to the games he will do it no doubt, even if he has to bribe,,,,

-he would practically drain himself with all the games that were made to give heart attacks; ok maybe he overestimated these places, he thought they were dumb and boring but you can actually taste your limits lmao madara get checked

-he is a weird gentleman like he would disapprove of men not helping their girls but then would forget about his partner omg, it is not until you're holding too many things that he starts helping you

-he is very kind with you and only you though, I hc madara as someone who falls very hard for his s/o, so while he is very rude and superficial with anyone else, he is a real softie with you

-he is the one in charge of the money spent so if he considers something not worth of your money, then he won't buy it for you lol and if you insist you spend your own money, then he will make a fuss about it hahah

-madara doesn't really appreciate pda so he will probably not return your touches and will lecture you lol

-your night will probably end when you get tired or if there are too many drunk people around and he takes you home because he wouldn't want you to het hurt awww

#obito uchiha #madara uchiha #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha clan #naruto #uchiha obito #uchiha madara

[seerdeer]

Its been 2 days since our DND game and I'm still thinking about what fucking happened. I think if we actually released them we'd be pretty popular but in a vague order of what happened in one (1) normal Friday DND game we do weekly:

1. Made a pass at our Fighter because he described Virinn's bedside manners (only person with medical proficiency, btw) as terrible and she said that "For people like him he would have to pay to get better service" said with so much innuendo two different players said they pretended they didn't hear that (also note. She is a lesbian)

2. Met with one of our competitors for a tournament we are entering and tried to horny pass at him too, got free dinner out of it (this is important later)

3. Exploded 3 different training dummies for said tournament, including our druid using a call lightning after missing both wildshape attacks

4.

5. Our druid met with the pirate we saved earlier who we will also be fighting in the tournament. Threw hot coco on him. Transformed into a rat and shook their fat rat ass at their allies (we will also be fighting)

6. Went to dinner with the one dude. Our barbarian walked out during a conversation he didn't like (he came back later). Our fighter ordered multiple different very fancy meals as this dude was paying for us and got a massive tab. And i continued my attempts to get in this guy's pants for information.

7. Did convince this dude to hang out with me. Failed in fucking. Played board games with this dude til 3 am where i could snoop. One of my friends put it as "Went in to unenthusiastically fuck. Did not get it. Still won (??)"

8. Got a boys night with our cleric, fighter, and barbarian in what can only be described in its own subset of occurrences

8a. Our cleric was already drunk off the aforementioned previous dinner and wanted to do something dangerous and stupid and maybe social. Our fighter told him to jump off a building. Our barbarian stopped this plan and so they went to a bar. On the way to the bar told our cleric to swallow his (cursed) luck stone, which after discussing with he dm is the size of a baseball and not a pebble like he thought, which leads to more hilarious imagery.

8b. At the bar, ordered drinks that were a platinum a piece (we'll get back to that)

8c. Harper discussed wanting to know how to flirt with people and got the highlight of the session of "What's your type" "do you know the kiki and boba study? He's looking for a kiki" which resulted in phrases the rest of the night of "there is one male kiki at that table" and "chads and kikis love chugging drinks"

8d. While hyping this dude up the expensive drinks arrived, which were described as having literal crushed starlight in them. Our fighter nat 20'd the con save. Our cleric did not. He was knocked out from the damage. Received an inspiration die for the trouble. This was apparently the plan the entire time to get him knocked out. A patron took pity and healed him so he was no longer unconscious

9. Virinn catches up with them leaving the bar as she was also at the same inn. Helped carry our cleric home and got to have some heart to heart lore with our cleric. Virinn was given one of his blankets to keep. (I need to work this into my design. The fact i am going to have another character with big layers is funny to me. Inspos from my blorbos in law val)

10. Virinn tucked our cleric into bed on our boat in full view of our barbarian and denied any caring and took first watch.

11. Our fighter decided to try and walk off the booze. Got lost. Met with the projected winner of the tournament on accident. Thankfully didn't get his head beat in.

Again I'm just saying we would be very popular i think with the population. We are very stupid.

#dnd #personal #id tag the campaign but i dont need people connecting the dots #virinn #lyla speak

[artificialqueens]

If You Love Her, Pt. 2 (Wilyssa) - Melyssa

[Now Playing: Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray]

[...Trade drinks but you don't even know her

Save me til the party is over

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet but I wish you were sober…]

'You shouldn't be sleeping with someone when you're drunk'

Part of her she thinks, should be feeling rather hyprocritical for way her own words blared in her head like alarms, warning her that this was a very very bad idea. 

However…

July Prompt Juice No. 16

"Ah no baby, don't ya worry, m having loads of fun here" Alyssa speaks into the mic, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice despite it echoing within the bathroom walls. 

Normally, Alyssa didn't get stage-fright. For a star such as herself who was born to be onstage, stage fright was nothing but a legend to her. 

What happened offstage was actual drama. 

Alyssa was on her very first tour!

There was nothing but a door that separated her from the other queens. That's right. Just lounging outside were the one only Manila Luzon, Latrice Royal, Raja Gemini, Chad Michaels, and Michelle Visage, all of them chatting up with a fancy glass of alcohol in their hands. 

...and Alyssa was hiding in the bathroom. 

Well not hiding per se, they were waiting for the last queen to arrive, passing the time with a good old 'kiki' fest as they traded topics for conversation. Really, as much fun as Alyssa had in laughing with the other queens, she just needed one breathe, just on gasp of a moment to actually grasp the fact that she had just probably touched Raja's hand when she got her drink, or that Chad was actually conversing with her about a topic as simple as lipstick colors. 

So if anyone noticed the sigh of relief that Alyssa breathed out when Marco called her…

...she didn't notice in her haste to get to the bathroom. 

"I have to go now sweetie, class is about to start" her boyfriend's voice calls her back from her thoughts. 

"Ah" Alyssa unintelligently replies. "Right...have fun darling." 

"You too, in your show I mean" Marco chuckles, causing the corner of Alyssa's lips to turn up. "I heart you."

Alyssa smiles. "I heart you too baby".

And with that, she ends the call, back in the bathroom and alone with her thoughts. Alyssa exhales heavily, closing her eyes and trying to get her thoughts straight. Outside, she could hear Michelle cackling along with two other queens, sounding as if she didn't use to judge each every one of them, and sounding like much much fun company now that she doesn't. And Alyssa tells herself that she just needs another minute to compose her starstruck self. 

"Well aren't you too a cute couple."

Whatever composure Alyssa had managed to form is shattered as an unknown voice startles her so much she might as well have jumped two feet into the air. 

"Motherfucker-" Alyssa clutches her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly underneath it from the shock. 

Alyssa whirls around, ready to tell off whoever was eavesdropping on her, words tethering on the tip of her tounge. "Bitch, why you have ta-" 

Only to die at the sight of the most gorgeous blonde she's ever seen. 

"My my my" The other person smirks "I didn't know you knew I was fond of dirty mouths." 

"Oh my god." Alyssa gapes. 

It was Willam Belli, in all her honor and boy clothes, watching Alyssa with an amused look to her eye. Meanwhile, Alyssa's own eyes were focused elsewhere- rather, on the love marks littered all over her neck, and the rumpled state of her clothes telling anyone exactly what Willam's been doing. 

"Well I-" Alyssa flusters all over again not being able to stop staring. 

Willam only chuckled at the younger queen. "Don't worry princess, I won't bite."

If possible, Alyssa could feel her neck heat up further at the nickname, causing her to mumbles something incoherable under her breathe. 

"What was that?" Willam leans across the bathroom doorframe. 

"I said." Alyssa slowly turns her head to mert the actor's eyes "That I've never been called that before."

Something, flashes across Willam's eyes for a millisecond. It was so fast that Alyssa chaclked it up to shock or maybe amusement as Willam's grin begins to widen. 

"Are you sure?" Willam raises a brow. "Cuz I'm pretty sure your boyfriend has to have called you princess at least once."

Alyssa chuckles softly "We're all men under these wigs, Marco much prefers darling, or even sweetie."

"I guess." Willam shrugs her shoulders and makes her way beside her. 

Alyssa doesn't know if she's forcing herself not to stare because of Willam's very inappropriate form…or because of Willam's very form itself. 

"I'm Alyssa" she blurts out instead. 

Willam's smile grows "Alyssa Edwards, I know you"

"You probably have a television then"

Fuck.

That flash goes through Willam's eyes again and Alyssa thinks that it might acatually be a bad thing before the blonde just suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter. 

"Y-yeah" Willam continues to gasp for breathe. "And it seems so do you."

Alyssa can't help the way she ends up smiling. "I do just to ya know."

Willam takes another heavy breathe as she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, using the same hand to reach out to her. 

"Well Ms. Edwards." Willam smirks "You can call me Willam…unless of course you prefer to call me princess as well?"

"Don't flatter yourself, you're more of a darling." Alyssa laughs as she reaches for the hand and squeezes it tight. 

Suddenly, she notices that the air of panic she had a while ago disappeared, replacing it was a refreshing gulp of breathe from this well-known stranger. 

"Well princess" Willaim pulmsher towards the door "Time to go to your first tour don't you think?"

"Yeah" Although it was implied she would, Alyssa felt something in her rise that day that told her that she was going to be okay putting her trust into this blonde's hands. 

\\V//

"The number three is a very funny number don't ya think?" Alyssa giggles as she takes a sip out of her rep cup. 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah" Alyssa sighs as she began to stroke his arm with her finger. The guy smirks, a very sharp and pearly white smirk and Alyssa can't help but think to herself that maybe guy number three was the hottest one she's gotten this night. 

"Very funny" she breathes before leaning up for a kiss. 

It's been three hours since she's seen Willam. 

Three hours and the blonde hasn't resurfaced in any corner of the still-crowded room. Not like Alyssa noticed of course…not this time atleast.

"Hey Ms. Edwards" guy number three cups her cheek "Going home with anyone tonight?"

"Uuhhmm" Alyssa hums in thought. In doing so, she raises and sips the last of the alcohol in what's definitely not cup number three. 

"I don't really know honey" Alyssa's smirk grows "Why you asking?"

"Cuz I'm not" Guy number three winks. It's charming, it's hot and guy number three is definitely the most handsome man she's encountered tonight. But…

"Sorry darling" Alyssa sighs as she stumbles away from his arms "But I have a problem with your eyes."

He squints "My eyes? I've been told I have lovely eyes"

'He does' a voice in the back of her mind whispers. But another voice can't help but interject yet again, forcing Alyssa to stare at his gleaming eyes. 

His gleaming blue orbs. 

"Imma get another drink." Alyssa hiccups and turns away from him. She sees his crestfallen face just for a second and she thinks, 'What a shame.' 

Alyssa was…wasted.

It's been three hours since she's ditched Bianca and she's already been in three pair of arms since. 

"Three men in three hours" Alyssa giggles, the idea so funny in her drunken brain despite the fact that the voice in her head has been telling her that she was going to regret this in the morning. 

She tells that voice to fuck off. 

Mortified? Alyssa was invigorated! Her feet has never felt lighter in heels and she's never felt more alive. The music was pumping, everyone's dancing and Alyssa never knew why she gave this all up. 

'Why did I stop doing this again?' She wonders to herself as she approaches the bar. 

"Doing what again?" A voice speaks beside her. 

Surprised, Alyssa spins around and almost tumbles down if not for the pair of arms that catches her. 

She groans, her head and stomach definitely not liking to sudden movement and reaches up to grab the shirt of her catcher who's chuckle grabs Alyssa's attention. 

Guy number four. 

"Doing who?" The guy is definitely attractive, so attractive that Alyssa can't help how rough the supposedly smooth response came out.

"Hmm" Thankfully, guy number four was smoother. 

"How about you?" He smirks.

"How about not" 

An awfully pissed voice catches their attention causing both of them turn their heads to its source. There, stood a certainly very pissed-looking Shangela whose ruffled up appearance could be mistaken for many things. 

"Trust me mama, I aint the one who looks busted this time" Shangela hisses as she snatches Alyssa away from guy number four.

"Hey!-"

She doesn't even get a chance to look over at guy number four because in four seconds, her drag daughter had already successfully dragged her back into the crowd and to the back of the back of the room where she shoves her into the seat. 

"Stay!" Shangela hisses harshly into her ear. "I'll be back for you mama and your ass still better be here when I come back." 

Alyssa wanted to yell, scold Shangela for making her look rude in front of guy number four for dragging her off like that without a goodbye. 'Where's your Southern hospitality' she wanted to yell but was keep from doing so by a firm hand keeping her on the sofa. 

"I'll look after her." The voice says "Go find Willam" 

Willam. 

Alyssa's head perks up at the name. Willam…

"Holy shit!" Alyssa gasps as she remembers. 

"What's wrong?" The voice asks again, this time sounding a little alarmed. 

"Willam-" Alyssa tries to squirm against the hand "Gotta gotta tell her-"

"Tell her what?" The voice sounds curious despite her arms tightening around her. 

"Gotta tell her-" Alyssa giggles "i gotta, gotta-"

"Okay slow down Alyssa." The voice sighs. "Why don't you sleep?"

As if the word 'sleep' was a magic word, a yawn pulls itself out of her as Alyssa gives up struggling against the other person and instead just leans on them. Suddenly, Alyssa is hit with a wave of fatigue, the party and the alcohol in her system now trying to pulm her under. 

"O-okay" Alyssa yawns as she settles down, already feeling the darkness pulling her. 

"T-tell Willam-"

"Yeah?"

"That-that" Alyssa yawns "That we broke up" 

And the last sound Alyssa hears before she fully succumbs to sleep was the noise of shock and confusion from her pillow.

\\V//

Alyssa was dreaming. 

That part she knew. If it wasn't for the pink flamingo she could see standing from the corner of her eye, it was Willam, who was sitting in front of her, dressed up in a yellow jacket Alyssa was sure she broke in a concert.

…five months ago.

She looks around and sees that they're in the make-up room in Boston. It's funny how distinctly familiar the scene was. 

"Do you remember how we first met?" Willam asks and the words were definitely very familiar now. 

"Yeah of course" Alyssa responds immediately, now remembering what exact moment this was. "We were in the bathroom, and I was calling Marco."

Willam stays silent, pulling off the lash on her left eye. Alyssa looks towards her mirror only to find her reflection frowning. Willam doesn't say anything, didn't say anything and Alyssa remembers for being confused for her silence. 

She waits, because if she's correct, Willam left it at that and asked her to come to McDonalds with her. 

She was wrong. 

Now definitely not part of the memory, Willam whirls towards her with a smile. 

"You're head doesn't seem to be quit right yet princess" Willam chuckles. "Looks like I'll have to show you."

"Show me?!" Alyssa blinks in confusion. "Girl how-" 

She her what?

"Room 136" Willam only keeps speaking, smile growing into her favourite smirk. 

"I'll be waiting" the blonde sends her a wink "Princess"

Alyssa's eyes flutter open. 

She was met by the harsh white light of the ceiling rather than the various red, blue and green lasers of the club. For a split moment, Alyssa thought she had drank so much, she landed herself at the hospital. She instinctly clenches her eyes tight, awaiting the splitting headache that usually met her after a night of heavy drinking…

It didn't come.

Rather, Alyssa was pleasantly surprised to still feel a electric type of buzz still going through her veins. 

Not yet sober then. 

Slowly, she opens her eyes again and finds that the white light was actually coming from a fancy chandelier. 

'We must be back in the hotel lobby' her dunk mind realises after a minute of staring. Her cheek was mushed on something really soft and really, really comforting. Alyssa finds herself closing her eyes again as she nuzzles deeper into the comforting object, the buzz in her brain asking her to go to sleep. 

'Okay' she yawns to herself as she begins to succumb yet again to the darkness. 

Only for her to startle from a round of loud laughter. 

Alyssa bolts up, confused and shocked one second and frustrated the next. She wanted to sleep damnit!

But the other queens were loudly conversing there, or atleast she thinks they were. If she squints a bit, she was certain that the blob of pink from the corner of her eye was Laganja's wig…or Latrices'. 

"Does Latrice like pink hair?" Alyssa wonders aloud to herself as she pushes herself up with a huff. Nobody notices her, and Alyssa doesn't really notice if they did because immediately, her eyes catch a red blob on the table next to her. 

"Oohh" she pops her tounge in satisfaction as she realizes it was a red cup from the party…and it was still full. 

She hops off the couch, and by some miracle, the queens in front her still don't notice her as she makes her way towards it and grabs it. 

"Ahhh" Alyssa gulps in satisfaction as the alcohol rushes back down her throat. 

"Alyssa?" 

Alyssa almost drops the cup as she whirls around and almost tumbles off her heels to face a yellow blob behind her. 

"Woah-" the yellow blob tries to catch her but Alyssa manages to latch unto the edge of the table instead. 

"M real good dar-darling *hic*" Alyssa hears herself say and then giggle.  

"Mhhmm" responds the yellow blob. "Do you need help getting to your room?"

"Nah" Alyssa immediately declines. "M all good darling"

"Okay" Alyssa turns away from the yellow blob. "It's room number-"

Alyssa enters the left corridor. 

The Texan has definitely underestimated how drunk she was, and that last red cup was definitely not helping. The corridor spun in circles, twisting in front of her in an odd game of rind around the rosies. 

"Oh no you don't" Alyssa stares defiantly at her new battlefield. She wasn't going down easily. 

Determined to reach her bed, Alyssa stumbles and trips her way along the corridor running hand along the wall for support, trying to make do with the numberings on the hotel doors. 

It takes her a while, but Alyssa eventually remembers…she doesn't remember what her room number was. 

"Well fuck *hic* me" Alyssa curses herself, clenching the red cup in frustratrd revenge. 

Where the fuck was she?

She looks at the door she was currently leaning against and stares. Little by little, the golden oval cleared, so that the jumbled shapes there cleared enough to become numbers. 

"1…2  no 3" Alyssa squints harder "13…132!"

Alyssa smirks in triumph then frowns a second later. 

"This aint my room" she murmurs to herself. 

"How do you know it isn't your room?" The voice asks her

"I just know" Alyssa hiccups. "There's this..this feeling." 

"A feeling" she talks kore to herself, trying to explain to the voic what that feeling was. 

"Aha!" She yells happily as she pauses three dors later. Something clicked in her as she pressed the handle. This…this was her room.

"M sure of this one" She murmurs to herself as she grabs the handle, and twists it exepecting for the door to fly open.

…it was locked.

"What the?" Alyssa's frown deepen as she jingles it. Why wont it open?

"I guess you got the wrong door." The voice chuckles behind her. 

Alyssa sneers, starting to get annoyed at her own mind. She jingles again, starting to think of ways to yell at the voice, only to startle as two arms wrap around her. 

"Do you need help Princess?" The voice- a husky whiskey-scented voice, whispered on her ear. 

"I-" Alyssa shivers despite the warm breathe hitting her neck. 

Princess?

There was only one person who called her that…

"Wi-Willam?" Alyssa gulps as lips begin to nibble on her ear. 

Willam hums in approval, only to chuckle again as she feels Alyssa release a shaky sigh. 

"You seem to have gotten the wrong room." Willam mumbles as she moves lower to pepper kisses on her neck. 

Alyssa is frozen, her already spinning head spinning faster as she feels hands wrap themselves around her waist. Blinking in confusion, she looks towards the door to check what room she was in.

Room 136.

"This-this room" Alyssa stammers.

"That's my room Princess" Willam chuckles again, the vibrations causing a weird noise to bubble behind her neck. 

Suddenly the air-conditioned hotel felt hot. The corridor was heating up and Alyssa was burning!

She hears rather than feel herself release a quiet moan as Willam grips her tighter. She was holding her so tightly and yet so gently, Alyssa was starting to feel her heart rate pick up drastically. She places her fist on the door to steady herself, knowing she might sink into a heal on the floor if it wasn't for the arms that were wrapping around her.  

The arms that haven't been the first ones, or even the third ones she had ended up in tonight, but the ones she's been craving to be in for years. 

It feels warm, it feels safe and it feels so right that Alyssa…

Alyssa felt cold. 

A questioning whine quickly pulls itself out of her as the arms disappear, taking with them the feeling of warmth and safety. She whirls around to yell at Willam, only to sigh in relief as they come back to rest on her hips anyway.

"Alyssa" She hears Willam's voice call her. "Princess look at me."

Willam's dark brown orbs come into focus right infront of her eyes, bright and gleaming under the bright hotel lights. 

"I like your eyes" Alyssa blurts out. "Have al-always liked em"

"Yeah?" Willam snorts in amusement. 

"Yeah" Alyssa agrees. Alyssa had always found comfort in those eyes who constantly swirled in a variety of emotions everytime she saw her. It was almost like a warm cup of chocolate if so. 

"I like chocolate too" Willam responds yet again. The words confused her, but Alyssa doesn't have the chance to ask about it before Willam was speaking again.

"Let's get you back to your room now huh?" She pushes her forward. Amd Alyssa, Alyssa shakes her head.

"No?"

"No" Alyssa whines as she grips the hands holding her as if they were going to release her. She didn't want that. No, she wanted to be in them forever, or maybe even tonight. 

Even if its just for tonight. 

"No" she whispers yet again as she tips her head up, not really knowing for what she was asking but has Willam answering anyway. 

"Are you sure?"

And well…

'You shouldn't be sleeping with someone when you're drunk'

Part of her she thinks, should be feeling rather hyprocritical for way her own words blared in her head like alarms, warning her that this was a very very bad idea. 

However…

Alyssa's thoughts silence all together as she throws her arms over Willam's neck and crash her lips against hers. The other queen is only shocked for a second, her noise of shock quickly turning to a growl of approval as she moves a hand to cup Alyssa's cheek to kiss her at a better angle. 

Alyssa whimpers as the scent of whiskey and Willam's cologne traps them in their own bubble of pure desire and something heavier. 

The last thing Alyssa will remember that night will be the feeling of a hand reaching towards her zipper and the sound of a door clicking open. 

[Up Next: Walkashame by Meghan Trainor]

#rpdr fanfiction #alyssa edwards #willam belli #alyssa x willam #canon compliant #rare pair #implied smut #july juice #if you love her #melyssa

[neokonewman]

✨SHE’S PERFECT✨

#critical role #critical role animation #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #campaign 1 #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #marisha ray #drunk kiki owns my heart #ET HER #SUCH BEAUTY #FAVE #neo muses

[bcdaily]

Percentages (Lily/James)

Summary:  James has a spell problem. Then a percentage problem.

A/N:  I think it's a damn miracle that I got something posted for jilytober within the first ten days. Someone give me a medal. Thank you @ghost-of-bambi for being a cheerleader and a Google doc friend.

Links: A03 + + FFnet

The flies are taunting him.

“Tutela praesidium—tutela—tut—oh, for fuck’s sake—” James tosses his wand in frustration, frowning darkly as the weathered mahogany clatters noisily against the broken courtyard cobblestone, and nothing—bloody well nothing—happens to the sodding flies. An irritating powerlessness brews in his stomach, too familiar a burning sensation. A meter off, the swarm of giddy, food-drunk fruit flies dip and dive around the remnants of James’s lunch, mocking him with their carefree feast in the brisk February air.

In further insult, the wispy cage of glowing blue spellwork around the plate flickers rapidly.

The flies zoom right through it. Oblivious. Unaffected. It may as well be cloud.

Shit.

“Why don’t you bloody hold?” James leans agitatedly over the crinkly, aged spellbook spread out on the ground before him. He flips back a page, squinting down at the miniscule text. At this point, he’s read through the instructions so many times, the words seem burned on his poor, belaboured irises. He adjusts his specs, as if that might help.

Tutela praesidium. Round, lift, flick, left sweep, through.

He has done, stupid fucking book.

Sighing, he grabs his wand again.

“Tut—”

“Hey.”

Burnished cerulean dies on the tip of his wand. James’s mouth snaps closed as his heart goes thump in his chest…perfectly in time with Lily Evans, dropping elegantly down on the cobblestones beside him.

He keeps his eyes trained on the flies. “Hey.”

“What are you doing out here?” She fidgets about on the ground, pretty pink lips pulling into a frown. Her red hair is sleek about her shoulders, tangled up in the thick scarf she has twined tightly around her neck. She rubs her arms briskly through her cloak. “It’s bloody freezing.”

James waves his wand. Instantly, the Warming Charm he’d cast earlier extends to cover her.

She gives a casual glance around.

“Convenient.” She squirms until she’s comfortably settled facing him, the denim of her jeans poking out from her draped cloak as she props her legs up, then lays her folded arms atop her knees. The toes of her left trainer prod his thigh. “I need you to do something.”

“Oh?” James’s ears feel overwarm. He’d like to blame the Warming Charm, but he’s not that deliberately obtuse. Not in his own ruddy head, anyway. “You probably ought to know upfront that I’m terribly expensive and charge by the hour.”

“Most men overcompensating for something are,” she returns immediately, coy and clever. The prod at his thigh becomes a proper kick, and when James flickers his gaze over, she’s rolling her eyes. His heart gives a kick of its own. Until she sticks him with a firm look. “You need to let Kiki Khan leave practice early tomorrow.”

James blinks. “What?”

“Kiki Khan.” She repeats the name slowly. “Your Seeker? You need to let her leave the pitch at six.”

“I know who she is.”

“Wonderful. So, yes?”

“No.” James stares, nonplussed. “You want me to let my Seeker skive off practice a week before our match?”

“No.” Another kick. “I want you to let your Seeker depart your—mind—second abruptly dropped-in practice of the week, a single hour early, because our Prefect meetings are Wednesdays at half-past, and poor Kiki is up in the common room working herself into a collapsible frenzy because she can’t manage the idea of either asking you, her despot captain, to let her leave training early, or Vivna Moore, our despot Head Girl, to let her arrive to the meeting late.”

James lifts his wand again, eyes cast down at the spellbook. He carefully retraces the described pattern. Round, lift, flick, left sweep, through.

“I’m not a despot.” He overemphasizes his through. “I’m admirably passionate.”

“Yes, of course.”

Her mockingly placating platitude does not go unnoticed.

(Neither, see, is the little grin she accompanies it with—quirked up at the corner, pressed thin with amusement. At him. Naturally. Or…for him? Shared, maybe, with him? Thump thump thump.)

He mindlessly, diligently, traces the pattern again.

“Who’s your dragon in this race, anyway?” He leans down, flips the spellbook page back. “And why is it my dictatorship that has to bend? Why aren’t you toppling Moore’s brutal regime?”

“Consider me a concerned citizen,” is Lily’s airy reply. She absently swipes at a bit of hair that’s blown across her face. “And because Vivna Moore is terrifying. And you’re not.”

Is he…offended to be less terrifying than Vivna Moore?

James considers it. Can’t quite decide.

“If I admit to being a despot,” he asks, “can I keep my Seeker?”

“No.”

“I’m feeling distinctly more figurehead than tyrant right now.”

“Perhaps I am just a very brilliant diplomat.”

“I have thought you many things, Evans,” James drolls laconically, lifting his wand, “but ‘diplomatic’ is not one of them. Tutela praesidium.”

Round, lift, flick, left sweep—

Fuck. Fuck. Waning cerulean. He can already feel the spell sputtering as it leaves his wand.

“I’m plenty…” The words die in Lily’s throat. She whips around. “Was that a Hextate Shield?”

James glares openly—tyrannically—at the glimmering, useless blue cage.

“Doesn’t even have the dignity to lay claim to the label of an attempt at one, does it?” he bitterly bites off, wanting to hex something. The flies. The spellbook. Himself. He ducks his head down and is whipping through pages again. “Don’t know why it won’t bloody hold—”

Lily drops her legs.

“James. That’s a combat-grade shielding charm. Hardly Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6.” She reaches out, lifting one end of the spellbook’s cover off the ground. “What is this? Where did you get it?”

“Around.” The Restricted Section, actually, specifically. He gives into his impulse, swats at the old tome with his toes. “Ought to have left it. I’m missing something—”

“You can’t twist your wrist. And you need to arch upward.”

James’s foot stops mid-second kick. “What?”

“You’re turning your wrist in the lift.” She mimes it, raising her own arm to demonstrate. “You need to keep it straight. And at the end—you don’t dip to the left. You need to arc upward. Like—here—”

James doesn’t know what he expects. Even as he watches her, stunned into silence, and sees her lift off the ground and shuffle his way, he doesn’t know what he expects. So when she comes up behind him, covering her hand over his, and says, “Like this,” warm and low against his ear, and begins to guide his hand through the revised pattern, all he can do is…sit there. Sit there, and let her move him like a mannequin. Putty in her hands. Pure jelly mush. He is her marionette, a puppet to be pulled any which way she desires. All strings, all over.

It’s not the first time he’s felt that way with Lily Evans, but it is the first time it’s seemed so literal.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“See?” she asks, and the thing about Lily is she’s so breezy. So unfathomably certain of herself. Such ease of person, of body. James is so bloody envious of that, so irrevocably compelled. He knows he’s half bravado. More than half, maybe. Most sods are, aren’t they? It works, but it feels like squeezing into an ill-fit shirt a majority of the time. But she…if she’s playing at it all too, you’d never know. You really wouldn’t. Does she even realise how special that is? How magnetic? She couldn’t possibly. She’d wield it with more care if she did, surely.

Her body remains pushed up against his side. On some rare occasions, he’s been this close to her before. He can’t think of them at the moment, but they exist. Can’t think much of anything, honestly.

“That’s not what the book says,” he manages to say. His voice is low and scratchy.

“Nope,” she replies easily.

Her hand drifts off his. She remains beside him, crouched on her toes. His gaze flickers over momentarily, finds her watching him expectantly.

She has freckles across her nose, Lily Evans does.

He lifts his arm.

“Tutela praesidium.”

Well.

Well.

In a matter of a few lingering cerulean seconds, the bloody flies are pounding with irritation against a glowing, intricately constructed spellwork shield, firm as steel, caging James’s lunch plate.

One of them has dropped, dead, to the cobblestone, sliced through as the shield constructed.

James stares mostly at that fly, something caught in his throat.

“Jesus,” Lily murmurs, eyeing the dead fly too.

James drops his hand slowly .

A peculiar feeling bubbles, strong and acidic, in his stomach. Equal parts satisfaction…and dread.

“You can’t use that in Dueling Club,” Lily says quietly, sitting back on the ground.

James shoots her a look. “It’s not for Dueling Club.”

“Then what?”

He considers not answering—she knows the answer, surely, doesn’t she?—but instead he leans to his right, where he’d left his rucksack open in a heap upon the ground. The newspaper is tucked neatly near the top, just beneath a broken quill and his battered Quidditch playbook. He grabs the folded black and white pages, ink no longer fresh from the morning drop-off. He tosses the paper her way.

It lands on her lap, top-fold up, headline bold across the page.

Attack on Nighey Square: Five Dead, Dozen Injured

Her head remains downcast, silky strands of her fringe falling over her forehead and into her eyes. Almost mechanically, she unfolds the morning edition. Her shoulders are hunched, her body stiff.

James resists the urge to drop a hand across her rigid spine.

“Yeah,” she says. She fingers the crisp newspaper, her voice low. “Saw it this morning.”

So had James. Just like he’d seen the edition a month ago, about the assassination of the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a Muggle-born. Or the attack in Magical Brighton in the fall. The disappearances. The op-eds. The panic. The growing, unrelenting…inevitable.

All so fucking, terrifyingly, inevitable.

“Nighey Square is just outside of Diagon,” he tells her, his words flat and tense even to his own ears. “There’s this grumpy old codger with a broom shop there. Unfriendliest wizard you’ve ever met, but he somehow realigned my Comet 800’s bristles to cut down on my sprints by 1.3 seconds. Sirius and I were there for two hours just before Christmas.”

They hadn’t named the dead or injured in the article. Couldn’t, likely, yet. Too soon. Too late. But James hasn’t been able to get Mr. Fiagro’s gnarled and scowling face out of his head since the owl had dropped off the paper this morning. The image sits in his stomach like a stone, heavy and hard.

As he watches, Lily lifts her head slowly. Shakes it.

“You don’t—”

“This isn’t going away, Lily.” He can’t keep the sharpness from his voice. “And it’s getting worse. Dangerously worse. Dumbledore may want to keep us cosseted and coddled here with Standard Book of Spells, but it’s a waste of our fucking time. There’s a fight coming.” The back of his neck prickles. Realisation dawns. Idiot. “And you know it, too. Otherwise you wouldn’t know how to correct my Hextate Shield.”

Her head tilts, a rueful twist of her lips. “Well. Not much of a choice for me.”

He’s a cock. Of course he doesn’t need to tell her that it’s not going away, that there’s a fight coming. Bloody living it, isn’t she?

“Sorry.”

“Hm.”

“When?”

“Did I learn?”

“Yeah.”

“Last year. After that shit Mulciber pulled with Mary.”

“Right.” Nothing had happened to Mulciber, after he…fucking hell, Mary Macdonald could’ve been seriously, seriously hurt. She’d walked around like a ghost until term had ended, a limp, wrung-out version of her previous vivacious self. She’d never been able to recall exactly what spell Mulciber had used. That it was dark magic seemed patently obvious…but without evidence, the Slytherin had claimed it all an innocent, misunderstood joke, skulked off with a slap on the wrist.

James lifts a hand to his hair, sweeping and pulling in agitation.

“Sorry,” he says again.

“For?”

James considers it. “For taking an extra year to catch on. Longer, probably. For talking at you just now like you wouldn’t already…so fucking righteously condescending, wasn’t it?” He laughs without humour. He feels like a prime wanker. “For not finding a bloody better book,” he scoffs, kicking the thing again. “What else?”

“More?” Lily asks softly.

James pulls a face. “Surely. I’ll think of them later. Send you an annotated list.”

Lily lets out a noise—a strangled, high-pitched sort of frustrated exclamation—and punches him not precisely gently in the arm.

“Idiot,” she says.

“Ow.” James rubs at his arm. “Fine. I’ll think of them now.”

“You’re so—” She props her knees up again, drops her head atop her folded forearms this time. Then she pops it back up quickly. “This is why you drive me raving mad, do you know that?”

“Because I don’t make timely lists?”

“Because you—” The noise is unleashed again. Slips of red hair are blowing in the wind. Her eyes are very bright, green and glowing. She sits up straighter. “Because,” she repeats again, distinctly, “half of the time…you do these things…you say these things…apologies and Hextates and…and…and I want to…”

“Punch me again?” James offers sadly.

“Smother you,” Lily replies. Then: “With my mouth. Lick you. Devour you. All over. For hours. Days. From your dumb, dirty trainers to your irritatingly pretty face.”

…what, James thinks.

What.

What.

“But then the other fifty percent of the time,” she continues, railing, getting into this now, “I want to take that same pretty face”—she mimes this, holding up a palm, as if she’s cupping his imaginary pretty face, then swings it in a sweeping arc to the ground—“and smash it into a mud puddle. A giant, messy, really vile mud puddle. And just hold it there, until you somehow get it through your thick skull that you’re too bloody clever and caring to waste half your energy on stupid laddish inanity.” She drops her hand, lets out a puff of clear irritation. “ ‘You probably ought to know upfront that I’m terribly expensive and charge by the hour,’” she mimics in an overly gruff tone—is that meant to be him?—before pulling a face, like she’s just sucked a lemon. “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t…know.” James doesn’t even feel like his mouth is connected to his brain any longer. He doesn’t know how he even sputters the words out.

Sometimes he has thought…

Well. Sometimes—though a majority of the time he’s certain he’s dreaming up the whole thing—he’s thought she might…they are two people, circling each other, always. For the wrong reasons. For the right ones. Compelled, nonetheless. Or, he’s been compelled. She doesn’t reject the compulsion, never has done, but he couldn’t ever be entirely certain that any of this…feeling…(there is so much feeling)…has been reciprocated. Because she is breezy, and blithe, and sure. And he’s never been, around her. For years, he had always said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing. Occasionally, he’d stumble on the right one, but it’d always seemed like a supremely fancy trick. It had gotten a bit easier over the years, maybe, but…

But.

What.

“Well, it’s remarkably irritating,” she says, and like she can’t help herself—like she can’t help herself—she lifts her hand and brushes her fingers quickly, unnervingly, over his head, through his hair. Her nails scratch lightly at his nape. Then she shoves halfheartedly at him. Sits back again.

James just keels languidly over with the gentle push, like a bobbing buoy swaying in strong currents.

He feels a bit like he’s drowning, actually.

Underwater, out of breath, searching for surface.

She wants to lick him?

“So that’s…” He clears his throat. Are his fingers numb? They feel a bit numb. “Fifty percent, you said? Half the…the devouring, half the mud suffocation?”

She’s picking at her cuticles now. Doesn’t even look up. “Approximately.”

“Ah.” Thump. Thump. Thump. Another throat clearing. “Well. Well. For the record…we tip that over to, say…sixty-forty. In favour of the licking. And I’m in.”

A snort. “No.”

“Seventy-five.”

“Ninety.”

“Ninety?” James sits up. “This is meant to be a negotiation, Evans!”

“Is it? Recall”—she stops picking at her fingernails, finally looks up at him with an arched eyebrow—“you have thought me many things, but ‘diplomatic’ is not one of them.”

He groans loudly, and she laughs—laughs, properly, warmly, and not even at him, really. With him, this time. At least fifty percent, with him.

They’re not tremendous numbers, frankly, but he can work with them.

He will work at them.

She lifts herself off the cobblestones with an admirable ease, not remotely as jelly-legged and bowled over as James himself feels. If he tried to stand now, surely he would collapse straight back down, loose as a flobberworm. Humiliating, that.

But…

He thinks—thinks—maybe her cheeks are a bit red as she comes to stand over him. Rosy, at the very least. It could be the wind, of course, the brisk February air…but James doesn’t think so.

Thumping, jumping, his giddy-winged heart just does not think so.

“If I let Kiki Khan leave training early,” he posits, “have I knocked my percentage up? Sixty? Sixty-five?”

She cocks her head down at him.

“Please,” she scoffs. “Fifty-two.”

“Fifty-two?”

“Your motives are sullied,” she declares primly, sticking her hands in the deep pockets of her billowing cloak. “They’re lust-soaked motives.”

James frowns, muttering, “Pretty high and mighty up there denouncing lust-soaked motives when you’re the one who brought up licking.”

“I’m incredibly contrary.” Oh, yes. Definitely blushing now. Definitely, definitely. She prods her toe at the spellbook in front of him. “This, though?” One hand slips out of her cloak. She playfully walks two fingers across the top of his hair. “Sixty-one,” she says. “Easily.”

James grabs her hand. He doesn’t quite, quite, tangle their fingers together…but they sort of…they twine.

Tentatively, they twine.

“Is that including or excluding the Kiki plus two?”

She pulls her fingers away, laughing.

“You’ll tell Kiki?” she asks as she turns.

“Including or excluding?” James prods again.

“Pushy,” Lily murmurs in chastisement. “Minus point five.”

“Minus—” James sits up. “Since when is this a decimal system?”

“I have a better book than that,” Lily says, nodding at the old spellbook still on the ground, ignoring his mathematical outrage. “Find me later. I’ll lend it to you.”

“I’ll tell Kiki,” he grumbles, not above a grumpy pout.

She smiles at him. He will not be delighted by it, by her, this undiplomatic manipulator of numbers.

But he watches her as she ambles back to the castle.

Watches, wonders, and plots percentages.

#jily #jily* #jilytober #bcdaily #my writing #drabble #is it a drabble? #idk I can't decide

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Relief (NSFW)

A VynRosa x Aaron threesome

This is sorta crack, so Vyn may be a little tad OOC at times. Had fun, though, hope that makes up for it.

Warning: Dubcon, noncon drug usage and the other questionable stuff that comes with it. Don’t read if noncon elements disturb you.

“How bad is it, Yishmir?” Dr. Vyn Richter asked as he watched the other doctor in the room flash a penlight into Rosa’s increasingly dilated eye. “Has the drug progressed into her blood stream?”

Dr. Aaron Yishmir switched off the penlight and slipped it back into his jacket pocket. “I’m seeing a replication of how the symptoms developed in one of our agents,” he muttered, darkly. “Between the gross dilation of the pupils, increased production of fluids, and mania…exact same set of symptoms.” He tsk-ed. “Miss Bennett’s account is foggy at best, so unless I can get my hands on a blood chemistry report, that’s all I can say at the moment.”

Laid out on the hospital cot, currently sedated, was Rosa. 

Doctors Richter and Yishmir typically did not attend to poisoning cases; Rosa’s, however, was a special case: A possible case of drugging, and to make matters infinitely worse, she was apparently dosed with a suspected experimental drug. 

An aphrodisiac.

According to her friend, Kiki, they were partying in some club in the CBD, when Rosa started acting strange. She thought Rosa only got drunk and like a responsible friend, she brought the young attorney home; only to realize that she was under the influence of a more insidious substance after Rosa attempted to assault her upon arriving at her apartment.

It was a good thing that Kiki knew to dial Rosa’s close friend Dr. Richter for immediate help, and despite the ungodly hour of two in the morning he drove like a madman to Rosa’s rescue, spiriting her away into his small clinic in the NXX Headquarters. 

He also roped in Dr. Yishmir, NSB agent and field doctor, whose purview included investigating the illegal drug cases that proliferated in Stellis as of late.

“Yishmir. I do not think administering an additional dose of sedative would be wise in her case, should she come off it still under the influence of the aphrodisiac,” Vyn murmured as he checked her pulse with his fingertips over her radial artery. “Her heart rate is too low to allow for any further sedation even if we give her IV.” He gently let go of her arm, then briskly walked over to the vital signs monitor by her bedside. “There is a risk of acute bradycardia.”

“Yes, I understand, Richter,” Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. “Have you heard accounts, or rumors, of how our poor agent fared under the influence of that drug?”

“No. I have no time to pay attention to mere rumors.”

“Let me tell you something interesting then.” A pause. “Something…unsavory, so keep it between ourselves.” Aaron cleared his throat. “We did not think of putting her under sedation immediately, after she was brought in, since we did not have an idea of how badly she was affected by mania. You know how agents are, trained to undergo torture. This includes not showing how they are affected by most stimuli.”

Vyn crossed his arms as he leaned his back against the nearest bare wall. “Yes, I have an idea of how most agents work. Get straight to the point.”

Aaron sighed. “Well, yeah. She…she ended up starting a gangbang, Richter. All five personnel who were attending to her: one doctor–not me–two field agents, and two of our paramedics.” He chewed his lip as he nervously threw a glance towards the girl currently slumbering on the cot. “Our agent tried to endure and fight it, I’m sure. But it’s hard to fight against one’s own body.”

Silence befell both men.

“So you are telling me,” Vyn began, voice scathing, “That all five men just gave in and had sex with a drugged woman? No one thought to stop her? It rather sounds more like a problem of self-control from the men, and assigning blame on the helpless victim is something I would have not expected from you, Yishmir.”

“I would tell you that those are otherwise good men, Richter–”

“All men are good, until they do something catastrophically evil,” Vyn cut in.

“–and you have just proved the point I was going to make,” Aaron sighed. “That you won’t take my word for it. I suppose…I suppose you’ll just have to see it for yourself.”

“I will see her through it, and I will make sure she will come out of this terrible ordeal safe and unharmed.” Vyn clenched his fists hard enough until his knuckles turned white. “And after this, the bastard who did this to her shall. Pay dearly.” 

“Before we even think of the culprit, let’s focus on Rosa, alright?” Aaron said, bringing Vyn’s attention back to the immediate problem at hand. “Good news is, the drug should wear off by itself, give or take five hours or so. If Miss Bennett’s estimated time of possible drugging is more or less on point, that is.”

“How long before the drug wears off is of no import to me, Yishmir,” Vyn says quietly as he walks back towards Rosa’s cot, pulling a stool by her bedside. “I will be here for her as long as it takes, until she is out of danger.” 

“It’s more for her comfort, I mean.” Aaron looked at his watch. “And for those attending to her, if you decide to forgo the sedative.”

“I shall not subject her to any unnecessary risks,” Vyn said, voice clipped. “If it means I would be required to deal with her in her manic state, then so be it.” He gives Aaron a cold stare. “Such a case is under the purview of my expertise.”

“All right then.” Aaron pulled a chair and made himself comfortable by the doorway. It was only at that moment that he realized how cramped Vyn’s small yet well-stocked clinic in the NXX Headquarters was. “I suppose I’ll stay here. I will need to observe how the onset of symptoms progress.” He pursed his lips. “Part of my duties, I’m afraid.”

“Do what you need to do. Just do not get in my way.”

Aaron snorted. “Big words for someone who woke me up past two am begging for my help.”

It was after an hour had passed that things started to go south.

Or up, depending on one’s perspective.

Rosa started to stir into consciousness; she moaned aloud and tugged at the wires taped to her, ripping them off. “Oh god,” came her distressed moaning. “It–everything–oh shit–”

“Rosa? Rosa, dearest,” Vyn, who was dozing off in his seat upright, immediately snapped awake and gathered her in his arms. “Ssh. I am here. You are safe…”

“Vyn?” Rosa looked up towards Vyn’s face, and her eyes became almost wide as saucers. “Oh…oh no–Vyn, please let go of me,” she whispered urgently. “Don’t–please–”

Vyn tried his hardest to calm her down. “Rosa? Tell me, what is ailing you–mmph–!” 

Rosa, with her shaking hands, pulled Vyn’s face towards hers, shutting him up with her tongue in his mouth. Her kissing was hungry, needy; desperate. Her sighs of relief upon being able to kiss Vyn full on the mouth was punctuated with loud, wet sounds of kissing.

Vyn, as bewildered and shocked as he was, only sat there, petrified as Rosa had her way with him.

“Uh. Richter? Need any help?” Aaron, breaking out in cold sweat, asked. Good lord, look at the girl go.

Vyn tried to extricate himself from Rosa’s adrenaline-fueled embrace, at least long enough to reply with, “Do not just sit there, Yishmir!” Vyn hissed. “Help me restrain her!”

Rosa blanched upon hearing that there was another person with them in the room. “Oh no…no…” she moaned. “Dr. Yishmir–? Oh shit–please don’t tell Luke about this–”

“Rosa? Tell me, tell me how you are feeling, so we may help you,” Vyn said as he struggled to hold her wrists down. “Please. We only want you safe…”

Shaking her head adamantly, Rosa only keened as she cried out, “Everything feels like it's burning, but it's not, and I…oh no, I…” Her face twisted in sheer agony as she spat out, “I need you now, Vyn! I need to…come…”

Rosa looked as if she wanted to die upon saying the last few words, utterly mortified. 

“Richter, do you have safety straps?” Aaron asked urgently as he rummaged through the supplies cabinet. “Or anything we can use to restrain her?”

“I have none of the sort here!” Vyn snapped, still struggling to keep Rosa’s arms down to her sides. “This clinic is equipped strictly for emergency treatment only, so quit dallying and help me hold her down while I think of something!”

He sounded strangely agitated, a first for someone who was quite renowned for his cool, detached demeanor and bedside manner.

Aaron groaned, defeated–he tried his hardest to not have to handle a girl in the throes of strong aphrodisiac–and with his strong arms held Rosa by the shoulders. “There, there now. Yes, Luke will not hear of this. Never. I don’t want any HIPAA violation sicced at me, anyway,” he found it in himself to chuckle a little despite the situation at hand. Then to Vyn, “Well, Richter? I’m holding her now, are you planning to make me do this for the remaining four hours?”

Vyn did not answer. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, and a faint flush suffused his cheeks. He let go of Rosa's arms finally to move about and try to locate anything that may be used as an emergency restraining device. 

Aaron thought it strange, but he chalked it up to the fact that the victim this time is Vyn’s close friend.

Her arms suddenly freed, Rosa immediately turned in Aaron’s hold, and kissed him with tongue. Another French kiss, as desperate as the one that she forced onto Vyn. 

Like Vyn, Aaron was also stunned into silence–yet only for a brief second, as his training kicked in and he methodically immobilized her, now effectively pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand and holding her shoulder at arm’s length with the other. “Sorry, Rosie,” Aaron muttered. “You’re pretty and all, but I’m happily married.”

Rosa looked even more mortified upon hearing Aaron’s words. “I-it’s not as if I wanted this–” she hissed. “Damn it–” she winced as she rubbed her thighs together in an anguished bid for release.

Aaron could only look at her with pity. “I know, I understand. Don’t worry your pretty head about it. We understand, alright?” Then to Vyn, “Oi, Richter, what’s taking you so long?”

“Yishmir,” Vyn said, his voice oddly trembling. “Tell me, did you manage to document if the drug has any transmissible effects? Symptoms?”

Aaron looked up at him. Vyn was leaning against one of the two supply cabinets, propping himself up with one hand on the cabinet’s glass window while his other hand covered his mouth. Oh shit. “Richter, what’s wrong?!”

“Just answer the question!” Vyn spat out, clearly in agony. “Are the effects of the drug transmissible or not?!”

“N-no,” Aaron muttered, unnerved by how distressed his usually calm and collected colleague was acting. “We did not have a chance to run tests with it, and there were too few samples for us to even conduct a study–shit Richter, are you–?”

“How does it look to you now, damn it!” Vyn now clutched at the edges of the cabinet, his knuckles and the pads of his fingertips now white as sheets of paper with how hard, how desperate he clung to the glass surface. 

Aaron looked at Vyn’s crotch, and sighed. “Well, fuck me sideways. Not you too, Richter.”

Vyn was hard. Painfully so.

“But how–?” Aaron wondered how the usual careful, meticulous psychiatrist caught the drug’s effects. 

Then it hit him.

Shit.

Shit. Shit!

Aaron mentally recounted the currently documented list of symptoms: gross dilation of the pupils, increased production of fluids, and mania.

Increased production of fluids. Including saliva.

“Richter,” he called out, his own voice also shaking–he’s still fine, but he knows he’ll be feeling the effects in a matter of minutes, if his hunch is correct. “It’s transmissible by fluids. Saliva. We’re…” he gulped. “We’re both done in.”

So this is what happened with the agent, and the five men who attended to her.

“Fuck.” Vyn muttered.

It was the usually-elegant doctor’s flat utterance of the word “fuck” that marked the downward spiral of their current situation.

He purposefully strode out of the clinic without telling Aaron where he was going.

“Oi, Richter!” Aaron called out after him, his hands still rendering Rosa immobile on the hospital cot. “Don’t leave us here, damn you!”

After a minute or so the lights in the clinic and the corridor outside dimmed by a few degrees. The humming of the air conditioner had also quieted down. It was still running, but on a lower power setting.

Then Vyn strode back in, his shirt already halfway undone and his belt unclasped. 

He was already starting to undress himself as he walked back to the clinic.

“Shit, Richter, what did you just–” Aaron merely stared at him as Vyn pushed him away from Rosa. He looked on with sheer disbelief as Vyn discarded his shirt, throwing it to the floor.

“I disengaged the main power source to disable the electronic doors. No one can enter the premises to ensure our utmost privacy at the moment,” Vyn muttered as he climbed the cot and knelt between Rosa’s legs, hastily dropping his pants down to his knees. “The fire exit can still be opened from the inside, Yishmir, you can leave the building if you so wish. But I must have relief now.”

“Hahh, oh yes, please, oh–” Rosa moaned, impatiently tugging at her panties. 

Vyn helped her remove it, slipping the scant piece of silk off her ankles to reveal her dripping wet cunt. His cock twitched at the sight, and he slipped in a finger to confirm just how ready she was.

Rosa let out a tantalizing whimper at the feel of Vyn’s probing finger. “Oh god, yes, I–I really want this. You have no idea, Vyn, you have no idea how much I want to jump you…”

“Yes. I know. I know how you stare at me.” Vyn muttered a string of curses under his breath as he pulled his underwear down to his knees, now totally oblivious to the third party in the same room as them. “I want you possess you, to make love to you over and over until the sun rises and still make even more love to you–hahh–yes, fuck,” the psychiatrist hissed aloud as his cock, leaking with precum, plunged easily halfway into Rosa’s hot flesh. “I want you–shit, I want you,” he said, heralding a long winded confession of love, obsession and devotion punctuated by his slow, drawn out thrusts and the resulting sighing of relief from his lady love that came every time his cock plunged into her.

Aaron was rendered speechless by the strange display of Dr. Vyn Richter confessing his love to the woman being rammed by his dick. 

Does the drug have a similar effect as pentothal? The truth serum? Because those are some words. Holy hell, Richter. 

He gulped. He was starting to feel a degree of paresthesia around his loins. Damn it. It’s about to start. The telltale tingling had started to creep up his inner thighs. How am I going to…deal with this? I’m not about to cheat on my wife–

His fingers gripped the edge of the stool that he was sitting on as he watched Vyn–half-kneeling in front of Rosa’s cunt, her legs now draped over his shoulders–rail hard and fast into her in a halfway mating press. The hospital cot now creaked loudly at his every thrust, yet the sound was almost drowned out by their mingled cries and groaning.

“Hhnngh–almost–ahh–!!” Vyn bit his lip as his pounding into her reached a crescendo, until he finally threw his head back and let out a loud, guttural groan as he came inside her. “I love you,” came his whisper as he sat back on his haunches, catching his breath as he looked down at Rosa writhing on the cot, his thick come leaking out of her throbbing sex and dripping onto the white, once-sterile sheets.

“Damn it. It’s not subsiding,” Vyn muttered. “But I need to–hahh–rest…”

“...not enough…” Rosa moaned, teeth gritting. “Oh god, please end this…” She started to silently sob, her suffering seeming to have no end in sight. “I’m sorry, Vyn. I’m sorry for making all this trouble for you…”

Out came the outpouring of heartfelt words once again, no doubt due to the truth serum-like  influence of the drug. 

The psychiatrist touched Rosa’s cheek gently, desperate to help provide her the relief that she needed. “Are you alright with this, Rosa? I–no, we–will assure you that nothing, not even a word of detail regarding this matter will get out.”

Rosa nodded. “I’m sorry, Vyn. I really am.” Her breathing grew labored; her thighs started to rub involuntarily. 

Her orgasm high is wearing off, Vyn realized, and she’ll want more once again… But as painful as it sounded, he was not off his refractory period yet, and he–in the throes of extreme sexual arousal–spent most of his burst of energy into rutting. That was a mistake. I should have kept endurance in mind…

“This is not your fault.” Vyn took one of her hands, planting a kiss on her knuckle. “Remember this. And I love you, that will not change.”

It was now becoming increasingly unbearable for Aaron. He looked down at the tent in his pants. He has never been this hard before, not even for his wife, who he loved so much and truly, sincerely desired sexually. “Richter,” he rasped out. “I–”

“Yes, I know,” Vyn cut in. “I will hate you, despise you for the rest of our professional relationship, Yishmir, but I will go ahead and ask you this, are you willing to help provide my Rosa relief?”

“I don’t really want to cheat on my wife, Richter, but I think I may need to screw your girlfriend. I’m sorry that I just said that. I think we’re in the influence of a truth serum, and I will deck Intelligence for neglecting to mention that tiny bit of detail to me. Perhaps–”

“Try and control the truth serum, Yishmir,” Vyn once again interrupted him. “Either you prattle about, or you give and take relief with my beloved.”

“Aaah shit, I’ll try to shut up now,” Aaron grumbled, rising from his seat. “Rosie, I’ll try to be gentle. I really don’t want to do this to you, because I really love my wife,” he said as he swapped places with Vyn, his pants and underwear already discarded on the floor. “...and because I care for Luke, who actually carries a torch for you, even now–”

“Shut up, Yishmir,” Vyn cut in as he sat himself on the stool that Aaron recently vacated. 

Aaron parts Rosa’s thighs with gentle hands, and takes hold of his now-leaking cock, lining his tip to the entrance of her pussy. Right. Here goes. He slid in easily, Rosa thoroughly lubricated with a mixture of her slick and Vyn’s come. “This feels nice,” he sighed as he sank in, fully hilted.

Rosa’s hips gyrated against his as soon as skin met skin. “Aaah!” she moaned aloud, reaching for her clit to rub herself into another orgasm. Aaron felt good inside her, as much as Vyn’s, but she supposed that it must probably due to the effects of the drug heightening sexual pleasure. “Dr. Yishmir–please, please don’t tell Luke,” she begged as she furiously rubbed her clit. “I don’t want him to know that I’m this…filthy…”

“You’re not,” both Vyn and Aaron said in unison. Both men looked at each other, then Aaron broke the stare to fully focus on the woman he was fucking at the moment. This was Vyn’s girl, and he was fucking her in front of him, all the while agonizing about cheating on his wife. Everything is so messed up, Aaron thought as he reached down to grope Rosa’s breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples the way his wife wanted. And, much like his wife, Rosa moaned aloud at the pleasure her all-too-sensitive nipples were subjected to. “Ah…don’t stop, please…” she gasped.

Then it hit him, I can just fuck her the way I would my wife. That should make things better, right?

He chuckled darkly, absorbed in his own thoughts as his hips thrust steadily in piston-like movements. Of course not, but I’ll fuck her that way. “Rosie,” he began, “if you’re tired of raising your legs like that, wanna do the doggie style?”

To his surprise, Rosa didn’t reply but instead shifted on the bed to go on all fours. “Like this?” she asked, her ass raised towards Aaron.

Vyn gasped at the sight, and his cock had started to stiffen.

“Yes, Rosie, just like that,” he said with that friendly tone of his, as if he wasn’t rubbing his cock against her cunt and fucking her with his wife in mind. “That’s a good girl.” He resumed his thrusting, taking his time and taking care to consider Rosa’s own climax. “How does that feel? Hmm?”

“S-so good,” Rosa almost wept. The position let Aaron sink his cock even deeper into her cunt and it just felt all too glorious. “So good,” she repeated, as one of her hands slid to her breast, tweaking her nipple; her other hand supported herself by grabbing onto the metal frame that served as a headboard.

“Let me help you with that,” Aaron whispers as he bends over slightly to grab both of her breasts from behind. His hands massage her full heft, letting the rough skin of his palms rub against her nipples. “Feels good, yeah? My wife likes that. Gets her going crazy…”

Rosa lets out a strangled laugh, hanging onto the headboard now with both hands as Aaron pounded into her in a steady, slow yet delicious rhythm. “She must be really happy with you–ahh!” she exclaimed as the field doctor tweaked both of her sensitive nubs with his fingers. 

“Yeah. And I’m determined to make her stay that way…”

The small conversation died down soon after, and for the next few moments nothing else could be heard except the creaking of the hospital cot, and Rosa’s sighs and moans.

Vyn couldn’t take it anymore. “Rosa, I–” he dug his fingers deep in his thighs, feeling a little terrible for what he was about to ask her. He would have left this request un-asked, but the pentothal was still swimming in his bloodstream and he blurted out, “Will you go down on me, Rosa?”

“Huh?” She turned towards him, her eyes unfocused as the incessant pummeling from behind her making her dazed and confused. Vyn stood by her bedside, his cock at full mast near her face; she looked up at him, and could see that his request pained him. She gave him a small reassuring smile as she leaned a little to the side, taking in his erection through her lips.

“Nnnhh–yes, thank you,” Vyn hissed as he looked down at her doing her best to suck him; at their states of heightened sensitivity and arousal all Rosa needed to do was to put him in her hot, wet mouth, and his pleasure could build up from there. Yet her sucking, and the way her tongue swirled around his tip–at the back of Vyn’s mind a choir of angels sang the chorus of Handel’s Messiah and he was sent almost weeping in sheer pleasure.

“She’s that good?” Aaron asked, his thrusts not missing a beat. “Ah. I’d like to try that, if Rosie is up to it…” It was not something one would ask a woman, but–again, the drug took off any and all semblance of inhibition and Aaron just blurted out the first thing that came into his mind after seeing Vyn’s face in rapture.

Vyn came down from his high a bit, just enough to deliver a snarky “Whatever happened to not cheating on your wife?”

“Are you actually asking me that, Richter, while I’m fucking her already?” Aaron pulled back far enough to just leave his tip inside her pussy, then thrust into her in such force that sent Rosa moaning, “Ah! That–that hit the spot…”

Vyn was about to deliver another retort when Rosa, actually noticing the somewhat awkward mood, tried to take in more of Vyn’s length in a beginner’s attempt to deep throat. Vyn wordlessly gasped as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. I will most probably never feel something like this again, came his regretful thought. “Gods, Rosa, you are…” his breathing now came shallower, faster. “You are wonderful.”

“Mmph,” was the only sound that came from her, and she continued doing her best to suck him, her hand now cradling his balls, letting them warm in her palm.

“Hahh–enough.” Vyn’s voice shuddered with need, yet he gently–regretfully–pulled out of her mouth. “Yishmir, time to swap.”

Aaron blinked at this. “What, now?” He was already almost, almost there…

“Yes, now. Get off.”

The field doctor grumbled a little at this and pulled out of Rosa’s cunt. “Hell. Fine,” he muttered as he climbed off the hospital cot. 

This time, it is Vyn lying down on the cot. “Try to ride me, love?” He beckoned towards her, gently nudging her into straddling his hips. “Do you want to try this?”

“I’m down for anything at this point, Vyn,” Rosa sighed as she gently grasped his cock and aligned it to her entrance. “Oh god–it’s not fading yet–”

“Then let us enjoy it while it lasts,” Vyn licks his lips as he looks up at Rosa, her pussy lips slowly descending on his cockhead. “Hahh–yess–that’s…”

Rosa easily takes in his full length–and it was a considerable length–and once their hips met she let out a loud moan. “Ahhn, Vyn~” Her sighing of need came long and drawn out, and it was music not only to Vyn’s but also Aaron’s ears. She then started moving, pleasuring herself with the cock heavily aroused for her.

“Dr. Yishmir,” Rosa took hold of Aaron’s dick in her hand, and attempted to perform a handjob, but she was a bit inexperienced–Aaron prised her fingers off his cock, smiling.

“Want to try anal?” Aaron asked. Then, inwardly. Fucking hell. Did I really ask Richter’s girlfriend if she wanted to do anal. In front of him. I will seriously deck Intelligence and lobby for their paycut. He broke out in cold sweat. Jesus. Whatever drug this is, it’s a hell of a thing.

“Yishmir,” Vyn’s voice came sharp. “What the fuck are you–”

“Vyn,” Rosa leaned down to give him a deep kiss. “T-that’s fine,” she murmured. “I…it may probably help me…”

Vyn wasn’t convinced. “You may get hurt, if not prepared properly. And,” his eyes lost a degree of their luster. “Do you really want to?”

“I’m sorry, Vyn,” Rosa murmured against his neck. “It’s just–everything is hot and–”

“Hahh–fine–” he relented. Then to Aaron, “Yishmir. If you hurt my Rosa, even only once.” The glacial quality of his voice reached absolute zero. “There will be hell to pay. Remember this, Yishmir. I do not renege on my threats. Never. I will skin, flay you alive and stake your head outside your agency’s headquarters for all to see.” His arms then protectively coiled around Rosa, who, in turn clung to his neck. 

Rosa cringed. “Was that at all necessary, Vyn? I can take care of myself, I can just say no…”

“It was the drug that made me talk like that,” Vyn said flatly. “Well, Yishmir?”

“Yeaah, you can talk like that but threats don’t keep drug-induced horniness away, Richter.” Then to Rosa, “Let me know if it hurts.” He slathers his fingers with his saliva–the slight increased production making the deed easier–and slowly prodded a dripping wet fingertip against her pert ring of muscle. “Ready?”

“Yes, just do it,” Rosa said, voice slightly shaken. “Just–ah–” she gasped, the finger sliding into her ass with relative ease due to lubrication. “Oh god. That already feels…nice?”

“Oh, it does?” Aaron asked, slightly delighted. “Well then, let’s try adding one more…” he added a second one, his index finger this time around. “Does this hurt?”

Rosa gritted her teeth. “It feels…strange, but…hahh–” she closed her eyes and gripped at Vyn’s neck tightly as Aaron started to slowly thrust his fingers inside her ass. “Oh shit…”

“Are you hurt, beloved?” Vyn asked, who all this time had stopped moving to help Rosa acclimatize. “Tell me–”

“No!” Rosa exclaimed, yet her voice shuddered a little. “It...it takes getting used to. But–damn–it’s–I don’t know, I’m confused,” she moaned. “But I like it…”

“Aha, famous words of a lot of those who are beginners to anal, I’m sure,” Aaron remarked. “My wife said a similar thing. Took her a week to understand that yes, she actually really likes it. Now she keeps on asking me for–”

“Stop blathering and screw her already, Yishmir,” Vyn blurts out from underneath. “Well?”

“I’m still inserting the third finger inside, Richter, have patience,” said Aaron murmured, his attention focused into slipping in a third finger inside Rosa’s ass. “There,” he said, all three fingers fully hilted to the knuckle. He did not move them yet, instead asking Rosa, “Well, Rosie? How do you feel?”

Rosa’s breathing became slightly labored, and sweat dripped down her brow. “It doesn’t hurt, but it does feel strange…” she swallowed nervous spit. “But if you move it feels…oh god, yes!” she exclaimed as Aaron’s fingers started to move, his eyes never leaving her face to watch for signs of any discomfort.

“Do you like it?” the field doctor asked.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to go ahead and put it in?”

“Nngh–yes, please,” Rosa pleaded.

“Alright then. Richter, just make room for a bit, yes thank you,” Aaron murmured as he slotted himself in between their legs. “I’ll be putting it in now,” he said as he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his cock, the head slowly nudging its way in between the now stretched-out ring of muscle. “Easy does it,” he whispers softly. “Damn, this reminds me of the time when we were still young and I was afraid I would hurt my wife whenever we go anal, now she’s–”

“Fuck, Yishmir, stop blathering and just start fucking,” Vyn once again interrupted Aaron’s ill-timed truth serum-induced reverie. 

“You know what, Richter, next time I will dose your water with pentothal and I will show how much of a potty mouth you really are when you lack inhibition.” Aaron said, still thrusting slowly into Rosa. “Will make for a good joke down at the Agency.”

“Please stop fighting,” Rosa moaned. “Ahh–it’s distracting–”

“Hahh, there we go, Rosie,” Aaron said, his cock finally bottoming out inside her ass. “How is it?”

“I don’t know until you move,” Rosa once again clung to Vyn by his neck; Vyn, who planted an encouraging kiss on the top of her head. “Ah, shit…!”

Aaron started moving, slowly at first. “Yeah, shit. That’s…this feels really great,” he said as he closed his eyes to fully relish the sensation. “And–haha, can’t believe I’m going to ask this but…Richter,” he opened his eyes to leer down at Vyn, whose face was now a few shades of red, betraying how good he himself felt. “It’s good for you too, right?”

“Fucking hell,” Vyn muttered. He wasn’t moving ever since Aaron initiated the double penetration, but Aaron was right; he could feel it whenever the other doctor moved inside Rosa through her inner walls. “I have to admit that yes, it does.” Vyn stopped caring about the pentothal taking away his ability to filter his responses; everything can be dealt with in a proper debriefing, But that was for later.

Now was a time for utterly debauched pleasure.

Only Aaron moved for now; Rosa needed time to acclimatize and there was no need to hurry. Vyn did not need to move to get the friction he needed for release; his breath came in fast, punctuated with small moans as Aaron’s cock thrust inside Rosa, indirectly giving him pleasure through her inner walls.

Rosa, in turn sought out Vyn’s lips and kissed him deeply as Aaron fucked her from behind.

Soon enough Rosa gradually became a weeping mess between the two men. “I…I want to come,” she moaned, slipping a hand between her and Vyn to start rubbing her clit. “I–oh god–”

“Feeling really good this time, Rosie?” Aaron laughs softly, his hands now gripping her by the waist and picking up his pace, slightly. “Is this okay with you?”

Rosa could only nod. Then she returned to kissing Vyn, who now started to move, slowly.

“...ahh!!” Rosa cried out as both men started to move inside her. “W-what the…”

“Does it hurt?” came Vyn’s worried question, yet his voice shuddered with utter pleasure. “Tell me.”

Rosa shook her head. “No! Go on, please…”

Aaron smiled wryly at this. “Oh boy. Your girlfriend is going to come off this experience just a little bit depraved, Richter,” he said as he kept on thrusting into her ass.

“Are you insulting her, Yishmir, because–”

“No, no! Christ,” Aaron cut off Vyn’s declaration of murder. “I meant it in a sexy way.”

In the midst of their bickering Rosa only focused on reaching her climax; her fingers pushed her further and further into the brink. Slowly the tension on her clit–sandwiched by the utterly shameless pleasure brought about by the two doctors fucking her at the same time–built up, pleasure upon pleasure, until she finally pulls Vyn’s face towards hers, kissing him full on the lips as she spasmed all around his cock, her cries lost in his ravenous kisses.

“Ah, young love,” Aaron remarked at the display below him, then proceeded to fuck Rosa senseless until he pulled out, spraying his seed all over her derriere.

And Vyn, who had been fighting his hardest not to come, finally let himself go and came inside his newly-minted lover, the second time in that single night.

==

Outside the NXX Headquarters, by the entrance to Vyn’s garden.

A flash of light flickered for a few seconds as Aaron lit a cigarette. 

He took a long drag, deep in thought.

The drug had already metabolized and dissipated from their system; Rosa was already sound asleep, carried off to Vyn’s bedroom for a more comfortable slumber.

And now the two doctors stood outside, waiting for the sunrise.

Aaron held out his case of cigarettes towards the psychiatrist. “Want one?”

“I do not smoke, Yishmir,” came Vyn’s reply, but took a stick anyway. “But I was introduced to the practice back home, only with cigars,” he mumbled with the cigarette, filter-end, between his lips. With a flick of his wrist he lit up the lighter, taking a deep drag of the cigarette and expelling the smoke into the dewy morning air.

“Those are too many words for ‘I don’t usually smoke but I feel like it now’, Richter.”

“Fuck off,” came Vyn’s irritated retort.

“Are you sure you’re off the drug? You’re still such a potty mouth. Wait till I tell the girls back at the agency how their idol Dr. Vyn Richter isn’t so elegant like how they say all the time,” Aaron went on. “Elegant and cool Dr. Richter,” they’d say. “Oooh, why don’t we recruit him for NSB?” 

Aaron’s jeering went ignored, the two men smoking silently as each of them collected their own thoughts. 

“You know, that drug is a hell of a thing,” Aaron said. “I have a hunch that it’s one of those experimental attempts at a more advanced truth serum, only to have hilarious side effects.” He took another drag of his cigarette, amused. “I’ll compile a thorough report about this and have Intelligence knocked down a few pegs.”

“Wonderful. So, you mean to say your indiscretions will be immortalized and put in official records, for other agents’ reference?” Vyn said, coolly.

“Uh. Good point.”

A companionable silence descended upon them, at some point even silently going for another round of cigarettes.

Until Vyn broke the silence. “Do you want to be debriefed?” He asked as he dropped the spent cigarette stub to the ground, crushing it with his heel. 

“What, you mean CISD*?” Aaron snorted. “Nah, I just want to put this out of my mind as quickly as possible. I don’t want to feel and act guilty around my wife, you see.”

“Yes. Even during that situation and under the drug’s influence all you could talk about was your wife.” Vyn said dryly. “And your sexual milestones with her.”

Aaron laughed at this. “Well yeah. I wasn’t kidding when I said I love her.” Then he sobered up. “I’d rather have a stiff drink instead. Or a dozen.”

“That is the debriefing I have in mind, actually,” Vyn said, his sights trained towards the far horizon above the nearby cityscape of the CBD. A milky-orange light had started to spill into the sky. “There is a bar that I sometimes frequent. Do you want to come along with me?”

“What?” Aaron looked at Vyn, slightly surprised. “That den of thieves and traffickers?” He grinned. “Count me in!”

“I did not know I was a well-known patron of that place, but yes, I meant that bar.”

“Great. Good to know you have a good head on your shoulders, Richter,” Aaron said as he clapped Vyn’s shoulder. “Just tell me when we’ll go.”

Vyn merely looked at him with his empty gaze devoid of warmth. “Good. Because I need to remind myself that I should not stick a knife to your kidneys the very next moment you show your back to me.”

*CISD - Critical Incident Stress Debriefing

#Tears of Themis #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #Mo Yi #vyn richter smut #aaron yishmir

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The Legend of Vox Machina...Kinda Review!

Mostly stuff i liked or caught after watching it 3 times.

Spoilers under the cut! Read at your own risk cause its A LOT!

Thoughts

Episode 1

Matt doing the voice over is amazing. Also his little "Well that was something. " at the end.

Murder-hobos is a cannon party or was... Oops! XD

The bar fight was everything and also had everything. Like you will have to watch it a few times to catch every little Easter eggs.

Here are a few:

I love that they're a shit team, like they kept bumping into each other and stuff. XD

Vax's little drunk dance dodging. XD

Percy dodging blows in the most snobbish way!

Grog "saving" Percy was hilarious.

Percy's gun misfiring! Nat 1, right there!

Kiki barfing into a guy's mouth. X(

Vax robbing a guy and trying to act casual during the fight

Scanlan serenading that chick naked and then proceeding to eat her out. XD

"Percy if you want to join you have to ask first!" - Scanlan is up to fucking anyone. XD I love it! All inclusive!

Vex and Vax's " Well fuck you!"

Scanlan after accidentally peeing over a guy: " Ha ha so sorry sometimes it has a mind of its own!" XD OMG!

Also the guy that gets pissed on not only is voiced by Matt but also looks like him! I died!

I like that everyone's reaction to seeing Scanlan's dick is "... egh"

They mentioned the Briarwoods so soon!

Percy trying to explain the meaning behind Vox Machina is me!

Uriel hiring them cause he likes Trinket is hilarious.

Scanlan's introduction song of everyone was awesome but I'll be honest the hip hop bit kind of took me out. Felt out of place. Idk, weird little nitpick.

Skyship looks so cool!

Grog running and giggling like a kid on the skyship should not be this cute!

Did I mention how fucking beautiful everything looks, cause it fucking does!

Vax with kids will always be so sweet.

I'm guessing Pike has problems with her magic cause of the whole dying thing. It's cool, shows you that even though they are hard to kill, there are still consequences.

Vax and Kiki being sweet was cute.

I like this little, Vex can feel dragons, thing. A nice nod to the dragons being her favorite enemy and will be awesome for later episodes but I hope they explain this ability later.

Dragon! ! !

I have to say although the 3D animation stands out it's not bad on the eyes.

Grog protecting Pike! And Vax protecting Scanlan!

Vax: "Grog you dumb brave asshole!" YES! :D

"Oh man! Grog is down already!" Same Scan man!

Kiki gets frightened! I love how they show that, I was always curious how it looked during the games.

The sky above the dragon before lightning hits looks absolutely gorgeous!

"I'm trapped under Grog's ass!" XD

Grog really out here quoting Monty Python with the " just a flesh wound" ! I am dead!

Vax and Vex being siblings has my whole heart!

Scanlan blushing after Pike tells him to put her down was so innocent, which is a weird thing when it comes to Scanlan! XD

Grog giving Pike a piggyback ride was so cute!

Vax's voice when he finds the boy and calls to Pike is so heartbreaking!

Hearing Scanlan tuning his lute in the silence after the boy died gave me chills. It's like the sound of hope or justice, idk I'm being cheesy. XD

Also Scanlan's voice shaking a little when he says that they'll have to kill the dragon, is such a small touch but soo amazing! Especially coming from him.

The end credit music is soooo good!

Overall great episode. It felt a little rushed but I expected it, seeing as they had a lot of information to cram in.

Honestly the difference between the beginning of the episode and the end is soo jarring! Like it almost seems like two different kinds of episodes. Like one is jokey and a little meta and the other is like legit dark fantasy adventure. I wonder if that will continue on in the next episodes cause it honestly takes you out a little bit.

The cast gushing over the episode is everything !

Episode 2

Those soldiers being killed was brutal!

"Their machinations run deep" I feel like I've heard them say that in game.

The council: Its a dragon.

Vox Machina bursts into the castle: OMG! Its a dragon!

The council: We know!

Also "Doom? We don't know the meaning of the word!" That is peak Vox Machina right there!

Council: "How did you escape the dragon?"

Scanlan: "We don't reveal our secrets!"

Percy: "We hid and it flew away" Thanks Percy. XD

Trinket getting pet by the guards made me laugh so hard!

Vex and Percy being suspicious of the skinny evil looking dude was on point!

Grog "I didn't catch anybody's name. " Same!

Vax blushing at the mention of Gilmore! XD

Pike teasing Vax and him ruffling her hair as they go to Gilmore was adorable.

Gilmore! THAT MAN IS GLORIOUS! So extra!

The hug from Gilmore and Vax's dopey smile has me melting!

Also Gilmore can't stop draping himself all over Vax and I love it!

Tusk Love! With Fjord and Jester! Gilmore would have it!

Also if the Mighty Nein end up being cannon in the show will that mean Tusk Love is a literary classic. :D

Gilmore and Vax flirting is everything I ever wanted!

Third wheel Pike is so done!

The little squeak of despair Gilmore let out when Vax showed him they only have like 3 silver to pay him, killed me!

Saw a Sprinkle cameo! Also Triceratops skull, nice nod to future episodes.

Scanlan and Grog are the ultimate duo! And of course they stumble on Mr Creepy, of course!

"Vex said you have dick for brains which I don't think is possible. " Oh Grog! I love you.

Grog rolling behind the cart! XD OMG! That's a Nat 20 on stealth there!

Scanlan patting Grog's head as he is standing on his shoulders. :)

The Chroma Conclave rug!

"Dreadful taste in art" Snob Percy strikes again!

Mr Creepy gets killed: Scanlan plucks string is distress.

Fuck room! XD

So happy they put in, Percy using big words and being annoyed that no one understands him.

Also Vax being a little shit and encouraging Grog's confusion. Yes!

Scanlan look! My hands are in da booty! XD

Vax: gushing over Kiki.

Vex: So done with it.

Vax calling Grog "Big Man" made me squeak in delight!

Percy sees all the gold in a cave: "Seems excessive for a council member. " XD Sir, you have a treasury full of gold!

ÖH! The infamous Troll dick! Finally!

Pike: "We could be drunk for weeks! "

Grog: "Days even! " Peak Grog right there!

That whole final fight was Fucking Amazing! So epic!

THE ANIMATION !

Vax protecting Vex from the falling rocks! T_T

Pike protecting Scanlan like a Badass!

Kiki protecting Percy!

Percy: "Did Gilmore tell you how to kill this thing or did you flirt the whole time! "

Vax: "Oh fuck, right" I died at that! :D

"You watch yourself peasant!" Scanlan's fake Percy is quite accurate. XD

The the guitar riff when Scanlan goes "Gotcha" gave me chills!

Percy Naruto-running made me snort so hard.

Scanlan saving Vax with the giant hand looked So Freaking cool! The slow-mo and everything!

The fastball special will always make me grin like a goof.

I would like to RAGE! - Enough said!!

Grog standing in front of the sliced head of the dragon looked so badass!

Vex running with the gold!

Scanlan grabbing the troll dick! XD

Oh how I've missed respectability! - Oh, Percy! You snob! XD

Vex and Vax having a moment about their new keep!

Vax smiling like a goof while watching Kiki being awkward is their whole relationship, just FYI. :D

Why are these evil people so Hot and in Love?! Can they stop, cause I need to hate them!

Overall it was even better than the first episode!

Everyone already knows that the animation and voice acting was amazing so i won't dive into that but!

The thing I was most worried about was that they wouldn't show them being friends and caring about each other and these two episodes proved me wrong!

They all love each other so much! All these little moments! The teasing, the bickering, the protecting, the calming each other down! Ugh! Sooo good! I hardly ever see that in other shows and it's such a shame cause it's so important!

#critical role #tlovm spoilers #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #vexhalia #vax'ildan #grog strongjaw #scanlan shorthalt #scanlan #vox machina

[vennilavee]

sunkissed

pairing: levi x reader (moon/stars universe) ft kaiya and rina

summary: rina peach's beachy birthday weekend!!

warnings: none at all, just a cute summer drabble

word count: 1810

Kaiya has never been very fond of the beach. She is very much like Levi in that sense- they both would prefer to either stay home or go to the park rather than allow the potential for sand to hide in the crevices of their bodies. After all, seagulls are a nuisance and it’s not like you can even see animals other than those pesky birds.

At least according to Kaiya’s speech about why she did not want to go to the beach last weekend. But it was Rina’s birthday, and unlike her older sister…. Rina loves the beach. She loves poking her feet in her sand and feeling the salty ocean water brush over her chubby legs. Her specialty is building sandcastles and she had sneakily asked if she could bury her daddy in the sand.

To which you had said maybe. And Levi had sent you a sneaky glare.

You can vividly remember the first time you brought baby Kaiya to the beach. She’d been a year old, after you and Levi had done extensive research on what sunscreen would be best for Kaiya. She looked so cute that day, in a bright orange bucket hat with blue starfish on it, a blue swimsuit and tiny orange crocs.

It took you nearly fifteen minutes to get out of the house, because you were too busy showering her with kisses and taking photos of her first beach day.

While she had been all smiles on the way to the beach, her expression had quickly turned sour when you had tried putting her feet in the water. Her lips parted ever so slightly to let out a stream of wails and her eyes leaked tears. She was trying her best to avoid her feet touching the water with all of her tiny might.

Kaiya hated the sand even more, if that was possible. She glared at the sand stuck in between her toes and Levi had only looked smugly at you. As if to say ‘I told you so’.

And he had.

But today, Rina is tugging Kaiya’s hand impatiently, wanting to splash around in the water with her big sister. Kaiya is hesitant, warily eyeing the water and looking at Levi and then Rina.

“Oh, fine,” Kaiya sighs, “Only for five minutes.”

“Yay!” Rina cheers and does a little dance before running off towards the water (with Kaiya and Levi on her heels).

You can’t help but watch Levi’s golden skin glisten in the sun as he gets farther away from you. His shoulders flex as he jogs after his girls, and you sigh happily before rubbing sunscreen on your arms.

You had rubbed sunscreen into Rina’s skin while Kaiya had insisted on doing it herself. Levi had wordlessly asked you to rub his back, which you had gladly done.

But not before squeezing his bicep indulgently, because damn, your man looks good.

You brought a book with you to read (and Kaiya had as well. She had stated firmly that she plans to read on the beach during this weekend trip.)

Your gaze travels from your book to immediately zero in on the girls and Levi from the tops of your sunglasses. Rina’s giggles are contagious and filter through the salty breeze, tucking away in your eardrum and you can pretty much hear Kaiya grumbling from all the way out here.

Setting your book aside, you decide to join your family in the water. You adjust your baby blue swimsuit, making sure all of your bits are covered, and make your way over. Your jumbo sized umbrella, beach towels and cooler are close enough that you can keep an eye on it from the water.

“Mama! You come,” Rina beams, reaching for you from Levi’s arms.

“I did, peach,” you reply, scooping her up. She’s getting so big, she’s already four. Rina is no longer the small baby who used to waddle around the house clumsily, she’s now old enough to run through the water and splash her older sister.

Levi pecks your lips in greeting while Kaiya dramatically gags.

“On Rina’s birthday weekend? Ugh, gross,” Kaiya rolls her eyes. Levi splashes her playfully with his foot and Kaiya gasps.

“Wow, watch out, daddy.”

“Ya, daddy, watch out! Watch out!”

“Oh, alright. I surrender,” Levi says, holding his hands up.

“It’s nice out here, isn’t it?” you murmur, nudging Kaiya’s shoulder. She tries to scowl, but she can’t hide her smile from you.

“Yeah, it’s nice. I guess.”

“Oh, you guess? How lucky for us,” Levi teases, ruffling her head of dark hair.

“Daddy! I did my hair and you’re making it messy!” Kaiya pouts, messing her hair up again.

“It not messy!” Rina protests, “It nice!”

Kaiya gives her a toothy smile in response, to which Rina mimics.

“Mama, can we have some drinks? You brought those peach ones, right?” Kaiya asks with hopeful eyes.

“Of course I did. You think I’d forget?”

You and Levi had taken extra measures to hide the cake that you both had baked for Rina’s birthday in the mini-fridge of the cottage that you were staying in for the weekend. In fact, it was Kuchel’s little cottage by the sea- Levi came here as a teenager and a young adult. And you can remember the first time he brought you here, too.

Kuchel will be arriving tomorrow to join the celebration, but tonight it was just your little family.

“Kiki,” you whisper from the corner of the kitchen, “Kaiya. Kaiya!”

“Yes, mama?” she whispers back.

“Will you please get Rina and your daddy and bring them outside to the deck? The cake is ready,” you reply and Kaiya nods, running off to find her sister and her dad.

The small deck has been decorated with shell themed balloons and streamers of gold and green (Rina’s current favorite colors) in the last two hours, while she was napping and while Levi had kept her entertained before that. You can hear her peals of laughter approaching closer and closer and you make sure to have your phone ready when she sees the setup you and Levi created for her-

And she gasps with wide eyes before squealing happily and running around the table decorated with teal lace to stare at the carefully curated mermaid themed cake that took hours for you to finish up.

“Mermaid! For my birfday, mommy?” Rina gasps, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

“Happy birthday, Peachy,” you beam at her and kneel for her to run into your arms for a big hug.

“Thank, mama,” Rina says, “Daddy, Kaiya! Wook cake! Come hug!”

She’s always been very affectionate. Levi says she gets it from you.

“Happy birthday, Rina Peach,” Levi murmurs, kissing her hair, “I’m so happy that you’re happy and healthy.”

Rina only looks at him with your eyes.

“Happy birthday, Peachy peach,” Kaiya says, jumping with her, “We gotta sing Happy Birthday! And then you blow out your candles and make a wish!”

“Make wish! Make wish!” Rina says excitedly, her dark hair shining with the sunset. Kaiya leads the charge in Rina’s birthday songs while Rina smiles brightly at you and Levi. It brings a few tears to your eyes and Levi tugs your fingers in his subtly.

Your girls are getting so big. Levi still remembers when Rina barely fit in the palm of his hands, when she came into the world so quietly. When fear filled his heart.

Seeing Rina blowing out her candles (with some help from Kaiya) makes his heart warm. Kaiya is getting so tall- he can tell she might be taller than him someday soon. Kaiya’s eyes glisten and shine, reflecting bits of his own steel grey when she looks at him.

He’s feeling contemplative. You can tell.

Once you finish with your pictures of everyone, Levi cuts slices of cake for everyone to eat. Rina most definitely stuck her fingers into her slice of cake but now, she is seated in his lap as she tries to feed herself (but ultimately leans back against his chest for him to feed her). Kaiya sits in between you and Levi.

It’s quiet, the sound of the waves against the shore vibrating around you as the close of Rina’s birthday draws close. The summer breeze drifts into your hair and you spot goosebumps on Kaiya’s arms.

“Gonna get some blankets, my little fruits. Be right back,” you murmur, patting her leg.

“Hey! I’m not a fruit!”

By now, the moon is shining brightly in the night sky and the stars along with it, and Rina is fast asleep in Levi’s lap while Kaiya is laying across your lap with tired eyes. You’ve all moved inside the cottage once the summer chill settled in to watch a movie.

Rest assured, you’re dozing off, too.

You hear Levi call your name. You hum in response and open your eyes blearily. It appears you’ve been asleep for longer than expected, because Kaiya is no longer in your lap and Rina is not in Levi’s arms.

“I put the girls to bed,” Levi murmurs, “C’mon. Let’s get to bed.”

“You gonna carry me or what?” you joke, but before you can get your feet on the floor, he scoops you up in his arms and pecks your forehead.

“How romantic,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, alright,” Levi rolls his eyes.

“Did you check the locks?”

“What do you take me for? An idiot?”

“I’m just making sure, okay-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur, patting his cheek adoringly, “Hurry, I’m tired and my feet ache.”

“How lucky for me.”

“The girls had fun today,” you murmur, rubbing lazy circles over Levi’s chest, “Did you?”

Levi hums, fingers trailing up and down your arm tiredly. “I like the sea, despite what you think.”

“You don’t like the beach. You hate finding sand in your-”

“Yeah, I hate the beach, but the sea is nice.”

You chuckle, pressing your lips to his throat.

“I’m surprised Peach went to bed so quickly. But she must be tired from running around in the sun with Kaiya all day,” Levi muses.

“Probably. Your mom can run around with Rina and Kaiya tomorrow at the beach. We should do boozy brunch in the meantime.”

“Why? So you can get drunk off your ass from two mimosas while your daughters are in the ocean?”

“Okay, first of all, that was a joke. Second of all, two mimosas? You think that much of me?”

“Am I wrong?”

“I’m going to sleep,” you huff dramatically, “Give me a kiss goodnight.”

Levi gives you a little more than a kiss goodnight when he pecks your lips, licking into your wet, warm mouth until your eyes flutter shut and he presses himself on top of you to envelop you in his embrace.

tags: @simpingmaize @kentobean @captainchrisstan @alrightberries @celestidarling @regalillegal @castellandiangelo @bakuhoesworld

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

reki headcanons!

bc i need smthn to take my mind off of ep 4 

he’ll do anything on a dare, including eating a cold, half-eaten burger he found on the ground

he’s one of those guys who jumps and slaps the top of door frames 

^ he also went thru a phase of bashing his head off of lockers until he got a concussion one time

reki gets his arm stuck in a vending machine a minimum of at least 3 times a week 

he doesnt swear bc of his lil sisters, if he ever stubs his toe you’ll just hear him grumbling ‘gosh fudging darn it’ 

this is so specific but i just know he’s completed his pokedex in pokemon heargold on his lil red gameboy 

he is the king of adopting introverts into his friend group 

look me in the eye and tell me kyan reki doesn’t listen to modrock 

he probably owns like,, 3 pairs of shoes, and theyre all sneakers 

one time he convinced oka to let him try driving his car, ‘never again’ they both agreed after 15 minuets of reki stalling the engine 

all the old ppl in town love him, they say hes  a sweet boy, not like those other ‘skater punk delinquents’ 

literally every fight hes been in was a result of him sticking up for somebody 

reki unironically says cringey shounen protag crap like ‘dont believe in yourself believe in the me who believes in you’ and miya bullies him for it

he also unironically says shit like ‘your vibes are rancid dude’  

touch is his love language! if your his friend he Can And Will try to hug you 

listen to me, i am a 16yro boy, i am telling you reki takes axe body spray baths 

his favourite ghibli film is kiki’s delivery service, his lil sisters also love it 

hes the kind of guy who snaps awake at 3am and sends ppl incomprehensible texts about whatever dream he was having 

reki was the kind of kid who ate mud and gave his teachers heart attacks by climbing way too high up trees 

langa makes some halfhearted joke about playing chicken with cars on a busy highway and reki’s like ‘:0!!!!’, somebody plz stop this adrenaline junkie 

speaking of langa: they take turns being on the braincell and by proxy the voice of reason

he loves 80′s films, E.T, the goonies, ghostbusters, all the clasics 

my boy can dance!! reki can and will throw down if you put some tunes on

he also does that embarrassing body shimmy thing people do when theyre in a car and a song they like comes on, you know exactly what im talking abt 

reki unabashedly likes magical girl stuff, watching precure with his sisters is a weekly bonding ritual 

i feel like he probably doesnt drink but if he did he’d be a giggly, cuddly drunk who suddenly starts crying out of nowhere bc of how small puppies are or smthn to that effect 

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity headcanons #kyan reki #today i offer you lighthearted sk8 content #tomorrow? who knows #og post //

[superfrumpkin]

WORTH IT.

Read it on AO3

You always knew this day would come. In fact, you knew you had many of them ahead of you. And yet, when your necklace starts glowing, you feel the dread creeping up, the fear of finding out who's turn it was. 

As if she could hear you, Pike's broken voice comes through in your mind: "Kiki, it's Grog. Please, come to Whitestone".

As quickly as you could, you let your father know, open up a portal, and you're out of the Sun Tree. Vex'ahlia, tears in her eyes, and Percy, holding her by the shoulders, are waiting for you there. 

You hug them both tight, and you head to Sarenrae's temple, where Pike and Scanlan are standing beside a lifeless Grog. 

He looks peaceful. His hulking form isn't menacing with his eyes closed, and his mouth so relaxed. It was time. 

You let a few tears fall, hold the gnomes, and you have a small service for the goliath. 

You then head to a tavern and drink his beloved ale in his honor, reminiscing of all the good times. 

"To Grog Strongjaw, Grand Poobah de Doink of All This and That" a slightly drunk Percy shouts "a great fighter and an even greater friend!" 

"To Grog!" You all cheer. 

Just as the day begun, it comes to a close. You're all tipsy, and teary eyed. You say your goodbyes and head back to Zephrah, your heart a little heavy.

You carve a space for a cup of ale next to the shrine to the Raven Queen, and head to sleep. 

//

A few years go by, you visit Whitestone from time to time, get to see all the De Rolos grow up, share a knowing smirk with Percy when Cassandra finally introduces her girlfriend to all of you.

You participate to all the great events, the weddings, the births, the tearful final goodbyes to your allies.

Allura introduces you and the Tal'Dorei council to a group of colorful individuals from Wildemount, called the Mighty Nein (but there's eight of them? No one says it but you all think it), who apparently had saved the World and managed to let it go undetected. 

You recognize them from your mother's stories, they are the ones who brought her back to you. 

You thank them profusely, and you catch the redhead wizard blush as the white haired drow next to him smiles and rubs his shoulder, and stifle laughter knowingly when you see the dark skinned woman, the pale and tall one who was holding her hand and the blue tiefling all looking at Vex with their mouth open. The yellow clad halfling smacks them subtly as their half orc friend politely smiles at all of you. 

It's funny, you knew the feeling of being caught staring at Vex'ahlia very well.

You see Percy grow a beard that makes him look older and cheer loudly alongside Vesper when with an excited "Auntie Keyleth, look!" she druidcrafts a snowdrop in her hands. 

//

 A few years later, as you're tending to the needs of your people, the necklace pulsates again. You have a suspicion this time, and your heart clenches. 

Coming out of the Sun Tree once again, you can see the whole atmosphere is somber. Black flags with the Whitestone crest glowing gold wave in the breeze, falling from the Castle's large windows.

You lean against the Tree that's become like a friend to you.

"Hey, Keyleth. It's quite the sad day. I can feel the grief of the whole city in my roots."

Tears fall and you ask what you already know.

"It's Percy,isn't it?" 

"It is. You might want to go to Lady Vex. I know she might need you." 

You find them once again, gathered in the temple. The De Rolos are surrounding their mother, who's sobbing loudly. You'd seen her this broken only once before, for her brother. 

Only this time, it was your brother, laying limp and quiet, with Pike performing the last rites.

You see Taryon held by Lawrence in the large crowd, but you make a beeline to Vex.  

"Mom, aunt Keyleth is here," Vesper whispers. 

Trinket is next to her of course, whining in pain too.  

Vex'ahlia opens her bloodshot eyes, looks at you briefly and runs into your arms. 

You feel her pain, all of it. You try to convey everything you can in that hug. 

I'm here. I know. I feel it too. I've felt it too. She holds you like you're the last thing keeping her standing. And you hold her like she held you many years before. 

Drinks are had, words and stories are shared. You decide to stay at the Castle one more night, you let Korrin know through Pike. 

Everything goes quiet. In the dead of night, you hear a knock at the door of your guest room. You already know who's going to be on the other side, and yet when you open it and the dim candles show a shattered Vex'ahlia, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes sunken with exhaustion, your heart aches. 

"Keyleth..." she says with a barely audible whisper. 

No more words are needed. You let her fall into your arms, and hold her through the night, let her sob in your arms until she passes out. 

Eventually, you fall asleep too. 

Vex gives you the raven skull you made for him before you leave, and you make sure to place it next to the mug of ale, with a pocket watch. 

//

Years keep passing by, you see Vesper's magic thrive and see the proud look in her mother's eyes. You know you must share that same look. You see her become every bit of the leader Percy was, with her mother's wits and her father's strong willpower.  

//

Eventually you have to go to Deastock and say goodbye to Taryon, that's another hard hit on Vex. He was her best friend.

This time you carve the logo of his Brigade in what has become the Vox Machina tree in Zephrah. 

//

You and Vex grow closer. She reminds you of him in so many ways, and yet she's so different. A few wrinkles are starting to appear near her eyes, but as you keep observing her, she's never been more beautiful. 

Many things start to become usual occurrences, like you visiting the Castle, and her coming to Zephrah with the help of her daughter. 

Everytime you see each other, it seems like the pieces start falling back together.

One day, as regular as any other, you're watching the sun setting on your tribe and you catch her looking at you intensely. 

"You're so beautiful, darling."  

You're taken aback. She doesn't give you time to reply. Without even being able to register it, her mouth is on yours, and her hand is in your hair. 

You'd lie if you said you hadn't ever dreamed of this. 

Suddenly, she stops, touching her lips in shock "Keyleth, I'm so-" this time you cut her off, shaking your head and catching her sorry with your mouth. 

You're not sorry. You're glad she did that. You would have never had the guts to make the first move. And Gods, her lips are so soft, her hands tangle in your hair and you don't know what to do, but bask in the comfort her body pressed against yours gives you.

She must be feeling something similar, cause her breath becomes shallow as she whispers "Key" in between kisses.

That night you make love and it's sweet, and calm and slow, nothing like you thought Vex would be. You both needed this so bad, you know you've loved her for a long time and if only an ounce of her felt the same, you'd be happy with it. 

Waking up next to her is nothing short of magical. She's peacefully sleeping, her dark, naked back warmly lit by the sunrise creeping in. You softly brush your fingers along her spine, and her eyelids flutter to reveal warm hazel irises, looking at you with a small smile. Your breath catches.

"I love you," you whisper, unable to keep it in anymore. 

Her smile widens. She kisses you and your heart races fast when she says "I love you too, Keyleth," brushing your noses together. 

You feel happier than you've been in a long time. 

// 

Life goes on between Zephrah and Whitestone, you both have responsibilities you can't run from. 

You say your last goodbyes to Allura, and shortly after Kima, who are buried together as they always asked. 

//

Once Vesper is ready to take the helms of Whitestone, Vex decides that it's maybe time to leave, not without hesitation.

"Mom, go. I get it,okay? We will visit all the time, you won't even have time to miss us".

Vex gives her a teary laugh, kisses her forehead, and with an "I'm so proud of you" she comes to Zephrah with you. 

Korrin and Vilya treat her like their own, and you look at her in adoration when she tells you they're like the parents she always wanted. 

//

Vesper keeps her promise, and the De Rolos come visit all the time. You don't catch when Percy IV, their youngest, calls you mama, but Vex does and maybe sheds one little happy tear. 

Zephrah is always buzzing with life, thriving under Keyleth's leadership, and Vex's advice. 

//

Their necklaces glow once more, and they know it's time to say goodbye to Scanlan this time. 

Kaylie plays a sorrowful piece in honor of her father, as you and Vex hold Pike. They both know what it's like to lose a soulmate. 

As always you gather in the tavern and share stories of Scanlan the bard. 

"He died as he lived," Kaylie raises her cup "hard and fast!"

You all share a teary laugh and get drunk as you say goodbye to another friend.

You show Vex the Vox Machina tree for the first time in years, as you carve a space for a miniature shawm. 

She holds you as you both look at the Raven Queen's shrine.

"I hope they're all together," Vex whispers. "I hope he doesn't hate me for this," she chuckles and kisses your cheek.

Just as she says that, as if out of nowhere, a large raven lands between you two on Vex's shoulder. It nuzzles her. 

"I guess you have your answer," you smile and scratch the top of the raven's head. It leans in your hand. 

// 

Life goes on, the kids aren't kids anymore, Vesper leads Whitestone fiercely, you say goodbye to Gilmore a couple of years after Allura and Kima, but you have each other to lean on. 

// 

One day, Vex feels too tired to get out of bed and Trinket lets out a long groan. 

You quickly message Pike, who comes to Zephrah with the children. 

She does a quick scan of her body and confirms what you already know. 

There's nothing wrong with your Vex, nature is claiming her. It's time to say goodbye. 

A sob wracks your body, you knew it was coming. You saw the wrinkles getting more prominent and her hair going gray with the passing of years, but it still hurt to know. 

You can never be ready. 

You let the kids say their goodbyes, not wanting to intrude on such an intimate moment. 

When your turn comes you try to be strong, but your heart is in too much pain. 

She lays a hand on your now wet cheek, and strokes it with her thumb, wiping away some tears. "Kiki..." her flebile whisper is full of love.  

"I don't know if I can do this without you,too".

"Of course you can. You're strong, and caring, and kind. Your people rely on you. You don't need me to succeed. I will always love you, Key. I will always be with you. Far, but never gone, remember?"

You kiss her hand. 

"I love you. You're every bit as beautiful as the day I first met you."

You lean over her to kiss her lips, and with a smile, she lets out her last breath. 

You can't help but hold onto her a little longer. 

Trinket plops down next to you and lays his head on Vex's stomach, breathing heavily. 

You know he must be close as well. 

You clutch his fur, as he breathes one last time, too. 

All the kids and Pike kneel down to hold you, and together, you mourn the loss of Lady Vex'ahlia. 

You take her blue feathers, tie them on your staff, with the black ones you had from Vax. 

In the tree, you leave the tip of an arrow, and one of the pink bows you and Vax once put on the bear. 

//

The De Rolos go back to Whitestone, Pike spends some days with you. 

It will take a long time to heal, but you have plenty of that. 

You'll outlive them all, it's your tragic destiny, you signed up for it. It doesn't hurt any less. 

// 

Pike is of course the next one to go, the worshippers of the Everlight all gather to say goodbye to her Champion, you look around and see just how many lives Pike's kindness had touched. It's beautiful. 

Your tree has another spot, with the symbol of Sarenrae and a miniature mace. 

// 

You carve one last spot on the tree, that you know won't be filled for many years still. 

You leave instructions for your antlers to placed there. 

//

You're thankful to have your parents by your side, as the days blur together. 

Eventually you feel happiness again, when Vesper brings her firstborn to you and you get to see new life blossom in every corner of your tribe, the Ashari growing and leaning on you, the love on your mother's face and the pride on your father's. 

//

Years, and years, and years pass but you never forget them, not once, not for a second.

Vax'ildan, with his smirk and his daggers, and his wings that held you in safety. Your first love. Forever and ever and always. 

Vex'ahlia, matching smirk on softer lips, the best of hagglers, witty and beautiful and quick with her arrows. The lover you got to keep. The lover that got you through. 

Percival, your very best friend, your brother and partner in crime, a quick draw, the smartest of you. A loving husband and father, a fierce leader. 

Grog, big and strong with a heart of gold, with his smile and fun in fights and taverns, his gentle hands with small creatures. Not the smartest, but still one who thought you so much. 

Scanlan, the embodiment of fun and laughter, always ready to pick everyone up and help out, cheering and inspiring with his voice and his charm. 

Pike, the kindest of spirits, her heart bigger than her small frame could ever contain, sweet and loving like a mother to all. 

Taryon, flamboyant and fun, with his desire to be accepted and his mind full of ideas, always accompanied by his thousands versions of Doty, faithful companion. 

Trinket, friend of Vox Machina, her Vex's best friend, as much of a member as everyone else.

You never forget any of them. You feared it would happen after meeting Sprigg, it felt like looking in a mirror of your future. 

But you keep them in your heart until you're old and gray, tell your stories to your tribe, make sure they are spread across the world so that Vox Machina may never be forgotten. 

As you close your eyes for the last time, you dream of them and hope that the Raven Queen will be kind enough to let you see them once more.

//

On the other side, what you see surprises you. It's them, all of them. Vax, with his wings spread, in the middle, smiling bright. Vex is next to him, looking like the day you met. None of them is old and gray. Percy's hair is even black, rid of the stress and weight of the world.

Pike's hair is black as well, like the day you first called her to help you with Grog. 

Everyone looks young, and happy. You feel yourself crying. As you look down, you notice your hair are long and flowing, a fierce red. 

"You did so well, princess." Vex'ahlia winks at you, and you suddenly feel surrounded by all your family's arms. 

You smile in the cuddle pile, think back to your adventures, and realize that everything was worth it, after all. 

#vox machina #vexleth #i made some people cry on twitter and thought #eh why not do it on tumblr too #vex'ahlia #keyleth #critical role #cr fic #vm fic

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Buncha shit I’ve written over the past couple o’ months

Lotta shit here, 23,950 Characters and 4,379 words. LONG AS FUCK, BEW A R E

okay but deadass imagine if Techno's crown is a cardboard crown that Tommy made for him when Tommy was like 6??? IMAGINE BRO THE POSSIBILITIES angst? sure, Tommy died or suddenly hates techno and the crown is all techno has left of Tommy. fluff? sure, flashbacks showing Tommy making the crown/au where Tommy is Technos VERY younger brother. gore? someone breaks the crown and techno snaps and kills a bunch of people (bonus points if techno just walks back home all casually to 6 y/o Tommy and asks for a new one, Tommy completely ignoring the smell of blood yet he knows what happened). smut? GET OUT OF HERE FILTHY DISGUSTING MONSTER

okay, so idea:

Phil lectures Tommy for doing dumb shit (getting into a fight) and Tommy starts to cry and Phil doesn't know why because he wasn't even being that harsh on Tommy so he's like

"what's wrong? oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit" because panic, and Tommy's like

"its nothing, I'm fine, it's stupid-" because teenage angst and plot purposes, so Phil is like

"bullshit, tell me what's wrong"

and Tommy's like "I punched the guy because he said that you and Wilbur and techno don't love me and that's why you never hug me and that I should stop complaining about it- oh shit wait-" and Phil's like

"complaining about what? COMPLAINING ABOUT W H A T???" and Tommy says

"... I think I'm touch starved."

BAM ANGST IS OVER, THEN YOU GOT YA FLUFF

Fd Au. Tommy coming home after getting detention in school, where he got an F on his test, coffee got spilled all over him, constantly made fun of, no lunch, and overall a really bad day. Wilbur asks him to get him a glass of water, and Tommy says no. Wilbur and Tommy start arguing, and eventually, out of spite, he came back with a glass full of ice cubes and tell him to wait. Wilbur gets pissed and goes to yell at him, but Tommy shoves him and yells at him to fuck off. Wilbur asks what's wrong with him, and Tommy shouts back, "I was supposed to be home three hours ago and all you care about is me getting you water! Do you even care about me at all?" While crying, and runs up to his room. After a little while, and after Phil gets home, Wilbur tells him about the argument. Phil takes Tommy's side and tells Wilbur to apologize. Wilbur goes to Tommy's room and finds his window open and Tommy not there. He climbs up onto the roof and finds Tommy smoking pot, and starts to yell at him.

Fd Au. Tommy comes home hours, past curfew, really late, like after Phil comes home. Wilbur is about to yell at him when he notices how tired Tommy looks, and then how much blood was on him. He instantly panics and yells at Techno to get the medkit, and Tommy passes out due to blood loss. Fd Au. The Pandel siblings go to a party and Tommy gets pulled away from his siblings by some random people he doesn't know. When they find him, with the help of DTeam, The Trio, and The L'manburg Crew, a group of 16-20 people are trying to pressure him into drinking/smoking. Tommy refuses every time, and then Bad, Toby, and Phil comfort him while everyone else beats up the people that were trying to pressure him, other than A6D and Fundy, who are both getting rid of the stuff people were trying to make Tommy consume.

DreamSmp Is Real Au (????). Dream finds Tommy crying. He asks what's wrong, and Tommy completely breaks down. He tries to respond without his voice shaking but all that comes out is a sob. Dream walks over and tries to comfort him, but Dream isn't good with emotions. He panics and calls Bad because he knows how to deal with kids. Dream tells Bad that he's gonna bring Tommy to base-area, and asks Bad to comfort Tommy. Bad agrees, and Tommy and Dream set off. Dream tries to make small talk and asks what's wrong, and Tommy starts crying harder. "I feel so fucking lonely. All the time. But I know I shouldn't, because I have Wilbur and Toby, and- and everyone else on ou- MY side. I miss not fighting. I-I miss talking to you- and George- a-and everyone else without it being fucking fighting! I-I miss Eret- GOD I miss Eret so fucking much-" While sobbing. Dream doesn't know how to react, and Tommy collapses. He sobs with his face in his hands, and Dream collapses next to him and begins to just hug him. He messages Bad and tells him that there's been a change of plans and that Bad needs to come to them. Bad agrees.

IMAGINE DREAM FINDS A FUCKED UP TOMMY, HE'S CRYING AND SHIT, ALSO PROLLY DRUNK??? LIKE STOLE LIQUOR FROM WILBUR (or imagine they find Tommy cause he broke into their base and stole all their liquor- LMAOOOO-) AND IS FUCKING H A M M E R E D AND DREAM HELPS HIM, BEING SOFT N SHIT, LETTING HIM SLEEP IN DREAMS BED, AND WHEN TOMMY WAKES HUNGOVER AS FUCK DREAM ASKS HIM WHAT HAPPENED AND TOMMY EXPLAINS (god I cannot do ANYTHING that involves Tommy without adding angst IM SORRY) (you make up a scenario, I'm lazy) AND DREAM TAKES HOME TOMMY CAUSE TOMMY IS HUNGOVER AND WHEN SOMEONE ANSWERS THE DOOR (TOBY??? WE LOVE SEEING PROTECTIVE TOBY AAAAAAAA-)  THEY GET ALL PISSED CAUSE dream bad person, he kills us, and now he has Tommy who was missing all night, I wILL KILL HIM-Aa AND TOMMY DEFENDS DREAM AND SHIT AND THEN EVERYONE IS SURPRISED BUT THANKS DREAM AND DREAM SAYS 'don mention it' AND LEAVES AND TOMMY prolly gets grounded for life cause he got drunk and also went missing for a whole ass night???? lol loser)

imagine everyone (ie. dteam, l'manburg boys, sleepybois, the trio, etc etc) all have a job working for the mafia. after a mission (idk they steal something from someone, no killing cause a child is on the job), Tommy asks dream to give him a ride home and offers to pay for gas money. and dream's already taking out his keys like 'ur like twelve no you don't have to pay gas money get in the jeep child' LMAOOO

Totoro recasted

mei kusakabe - Tommy

satsuki kusakabe - wilbur

tatsuo kusakabe (their father) - Phil

yasuko kusakabe (their mother) - nonexistent. instead of a mother, it'll be a brother, aka techno

kanta ōgaki - dream

granny (yes that's her name) - uhhh fuck idk. I would say voiceoverpete but he sexually harrassed some girls so no. y'all can figure that one out ig.

totoro and the chibi totoro's are normal.

kiki's delivery service

kiki - Tommy

jiji - wilbur

lily - niki (:DDDDD)

tombo kopoli - toby (BUT ITS PLATONIC)

osono - idk phil (BTW, OSONO IS A PREGNANT WOMAN. SO HAVE FUN WITH THAT???)

fukuo - techno

ursula - idk fundy????

'dream looked at the crying teenager who was being held by wilbur. tommy was sobbing, coughing on occasion. bad and eret had quickly got off of the ground after comforting the younger teen and walked over to the rest of the group, either not caring or remembering that tommy was the enemy.

"tommy- why would you go out and try to negotiate with THEM?" wilbur asks panic and a slight amount of annoyance evident in his tone. dream whips his head up instantly, offended.

"you think WE did this? jesus wilbur, i know you think we're horrible people but horrible enough to do that?" dream questions, glaring at wilbur through the mask. e opens his mouth to say something but tommy cuts him off.

"t-they didn't-" he coughs harshly, "do it." he manages to weaky finish, burying his face back into his older brothers neck. dream doesn't know how tommy knows that dream and his group were innocent but is thankful that tommy defends them, because he knew that when wilbur gets angry, he'd call techno. and everyone is scared of techno. wilbur makes eye contact with dream or the closest thing they can get to that, and subtly nods his head as an apology. dream accepts it, knowing he would probably blame them if they were somehow in the same situation, giving the same nod back to wilbur. dream thinks for a second, just a split second, that maybe tommy was overreacting, but he quickly shuts himself down, chastising himself as that was a cold thing to think, even for the sadistic man.

because he knew, that at the age of sixteen, he would probably be crying if he had been almost hanged in front of seven people who were out for blood. even if he knew they didn't do it. which caused his heart to yearn to comfort the child even more.' ok so basically someone (we don't know who) sets up a trap for tommy that wraps a rope around his neck and hangs him, which goes off while he's trying to negotiate with dteam. dteam calls wilbur while eret and bbh comfort tommy, and everyone else tries to figure out who set the trap because even the dteam aren't sadistic enough to do that.

ok fuck it adding in other people

"Playing in the backyard, whispering in the dark, catching fireflies with mason jars." Wilbur says this line, talking about how much fun they had as kids.

"It's 2007, the closest that I'll ever get to heaven, but I can't see that far." Phil says this one, and flashbacks show four-year-old Tommy running around with his older siblings while Phil watches, as a calendar in the background shows that its 2007.

"You were just a baby, of course, you'll always be my little lady," Techno says this, and a flashback shows (now) nine-year-old Tommy after getting his haircut, and the first thing he says is, "I LOOK LIKE A GIRL!". A calendar shows that the year is 2012.

"But then you were free." All three say this line, each giving their own perspective on it. Wilbur thinks about how much he is pressured by being a streamer so young while dealing with people who tell him to ||off himself|| every day. Techno thinks about how much he is pressured going through highschool while being popular. Phil things about how much he is pressured by life in general, dealing with the pressure of upcoming jobs, taxes, love, etc.

"Before you started, bout what you were wearing, God you're turning into me." Surprisingly, Bad says this line. He can't help but think that Tommy is probably a little self-conscious, like him, due to some specific things both of their chats say about them. (I DONT THINK TOMMYS CHAT IS AS MEAN AS BADS BUT LETS PRETEND IT IS FOR NOW)

"I just wanna hold your little face, look at you and say," Sap says this line, smiling at how innocent Tommy can seem at times (COUGH COUGH CRAFTING TABLE).

"It's not as good as it seems." Schlatt says this line, talking about how much Tommy seems to wish to grow up (or become a become a buisness man).

"Cause growing up's forever," George says this line, smiling faintly as he remembers what he was like as a kid.

"It never gets better than being a kid with a dream." Dream (lol) says this line, speaking directly to a sixteen-year-old Tommy. A calender in the background shows that the year is 2020.

HERES ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A LIFE

Fallen Kingdom - Cover by Katelyn Lapid.

"I gazed off into the boundless skyline." It shows Tommy leaning against a railing over a cliff, staring at the sunset. He's crying. He's wearing all black. He looks dead inside.

"Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine." As the camara moves away from Tommy, it moves to a graveyard. On the gravestone that a crowd has gathered around is the words, 'R.I.P Techno. The king forever and always.' As the people (I.E, Wilbur, Phill, Dream, etc.) gathered around him are shown crying as well.

"Turn around, pick up my sword, and wield." Dream turns around and grabs Technos cape and sword, setting it onto the casket before it is lowered into the ground.

"The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield." A flashback is shown of Techno, Phill, Wilbur, and Tommy all laughing as they run through a forest.

"If this battle should leave me slain." A different flashback shows Techno talking to Wilbur, just before a fight (you can pick which, maybe the ender dragon?) telling him to leave him if he gets close to death.

"I know Herobrine will call my name." A little farther forward into the flashback, Techno is on the ground dying with Phill kneeling next to him, trying to help Techno stay alive.

"Better to take a stand." Wilbur and Tommy run over, just as Techno begins to lose consciousness.

"And that was when I ruled the land." Techno hands Tommy his crown, and then dies in Phill and Wilburs arms.

Yeah sorry for the angst.

Play Date by Melanie Martinez.

In the beginning, where the music plays, Dream is shown surrounded by the (dead) bodies of Sap and Bad, and then stalks George to his house.

"You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away." A flashback where Dream is shown calling their house phone constantly, asking where they are and mocking them.

"You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play." Another part of the flashback shows Sap finally answering, and telling him to come over. He says that they just want to watch some movies. What Dream isn't supposed to know, is that there's a trap set up for him. (which fails miserably, and probably is the reason that Dream's mask is broken.)

"Walk into your house, nobody's home." George walks into his house, closely followed by Dream. George calls out for Sap and Bad, but their dead (obviously).

"Just me and you, and you and me alone." A creepy zoom in of Dream in the dark holding a bloodied sword. His mask is a little broken, and you can see him smiling. Sap and Bad are shown respawning in a field.

"We're just playin' hide n seek." Dream pins George up against a counter and holds a knife to his throat, telling him that he wants to play (drumroll please) hide and seek (wowowowow what a surprise). Bad and Sap begin to go in the right direction to where they last died.

"It's gettin hard to breathe." George attacks Dream (like a fuckin idiot) and Dream reacts by using chloroform to knock out George (which works.).

"Under the sheets with you." George wakes up in a basement, with a sheet over his head, with Dream sitting in the corner.

"I don't wanna play no games. I'm tired of chasin', chasin' after you." Dream says, 'I don't wanna play games with you, I want to marry you.' Bad and Sap are shown fighting some more mobs.

"I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?" George rejects him, and Dream says "I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?" (who woulda guessed?) but since George can't see, Dream starts crying. (Awww, almost feel bad for him.) Sap and Bad are now in the forest where they died.

"You never share your toys or communicate." George yells at him for always ignoring Sap and Bad, and only paying attention to him. He says that its Dreams own fault that he got kicked out of the group. Sap and Bad reach where they died last, and grab all of their stuff that will help them kill Dream.

"I guess I'm just a play date to you." Dream starts to kill George by putting lava around him, and the wooden chair that George is sitting in catches fire. Sap and Bad are almost there.

As the music plays, Dream leaves the basement, just as Sap and Bad arrive, now fully equipped with gear. They hear George screaming, and run past Dream, who follows them. When they open the door, Dream pushes them down. They fall into the lava and die, just as George dies from the fire.

Big Hero 6 Au (mostly here for the family dynamic at the beginning)

Hiro: Tommy

Tadashi: Wilbur

Aunt Cass: Phil

idk who the fuck techno is, you can write him yourself ig, but Tadashi's friends are Lunch Club :p

GOD I LOVE ANGST SORRY

Techno joins the server, and instantly starts beating the shit out of people (not killing) on the other side for what they did to Tommy, Wilbur, and the rest of L'manburg. As he corners Eret, he mutters, "Backstabbing bastard..." with a glint in his eyes, and raises his sword to kill him (You can even do a rlly cool shot of Techno's POV where he sees everything in red :oooo), he stops. You can see someones arms around his neck.

Tommy's hugging Techno, sobbing, and asking him to stop hurting everyone. Eret scrambles away, and (if you added it) Techno stops seeing red. The murderous glint in his eyes go away. He drops his sword and hugs back.

(Then if you want to contuine the comic/more angst, Tommy gasps suddenly. Techno instantly backs away. He sees a red stain on Tommy's shirt, near his chest. Tommy collaspes. Dream is standing behind him, smiling, holding Techno's discarded sword. Tommy starts to die, and Techno goes fucking sicko mode, and almost kills Dream [with his bare hands because Dream has his sword]. Techno can just barely hear Tommy call his name, and instantly backs away from Dream, running over to Tommy. He either A, brings Tommy back to L'manburg and heals him up, or B, Tommy dies in Techno's arms and Techno is scarred for life and vows to get revenge. [Maybe Dream gets scarred for life too because 'holy shit i didnt mean to kill him oh no i killed a teenager'])

Option C, WILBUR AND PHIL WALK UP TO THEM AND STAY WITH TOMMY AND TECHNO FOR TOMMY'S FINAL MOMENTS

option D, tommy starts to bleed out and they patch him up and he becomes delirious and starts talking abt how much he loves them (PLATONICALLY) and will miss them if he dies. they reassure him that he wont die, and tell him that they love him too, but he starts writing a will with his own blood (which they quickly stop him from doing) and then he continues babbling on and on about toby and fundy and everyone else fro l'manburg and how nice they are and that he loves them.

(he also talks abt niki and says 'shes really pretty and nice, i was kinda mean to her wasnt i' and wilbur smacks him on the head and goes 'yeah, be nice.' and everyone just laughs and- AUGHSHS)

when they get back to l'manburg and tommy starts recovering phil techno and wilbur all tell them how he was talking abt how he loves them and they all get him gifts and- AAAAAAA

tommy starts crying because 'oh my god everyone is so nice holy shit i am overwhelmed'

maybe tommy even talks about how he likes dteam too, and phil tells them what he said and they all soften and boom war is over. (when telling dream what tommy said abt him [idk smth like 'hes cool and nice sometimes and stopped me from drinking vodka once' and phil is pissed that tommy drank vodka but whatever] phil just casually throws shade like 'yeah while he took him home cause he was bleeding out he was delirious from blood loss and then started talking about how he looked up to you' and dream feels bad and stops the war)

suggestion: we all know sbi + tommy (TM) being siblings is the BEST thing ever, right?

what if we were to add dream???

IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITES

tommy getting beat up at home even more now :DDDD but he genuinely looks up to dream (along with his other siblings) and tries to be cool and dream makes fun of him for it but secretly dream finds it rlly adorable and he and phil gush abt it together.

dream and wilbur never 'dated' cause uh??? incest is sincest. but the two are still rlly close and bond over their 's/os' being stolen by an e-girl (george and maia, niki and minx) (YES I JUST CALLED MAIA AN EGIRL, CRY ABOUT IT)

techno and dream having the BIGGEST rivalry (unless it comes to beating up tommy, they literally will ALL throw hands with him LMAOOOO) and get into 'play' fights all the time

phil and dream lit rally just vibin, like all the time??? although tommy getting beat up stresses phil out even more, but tats fine because phil doesnt need to know (when phil finds out theyre all gonna ge BEAT lmaooo)

he pretends he hates his siblings but he doesnt, and he gets into fights a BUNCH (not as much as tommy tho LMAOOO) cause his siblings are always fucking fighting and he needs to defend them like omg calm down

literally just beats up tommy??? like i cant stress this enough????? will see tommy making a sammich atlike 3am and he just??????? punches him like six times?????????? and tells him to go to bed????????????????? and calls him a moron??????????????????????? (he then tells wilbur and techno the next day, who in turn beat him up and threaten to tell phil) (tommy now has to make sammiches in secret) (poor tommy)

[My friend Pillar wrote this] im sorry but- techno and dream are close in age and go to school- and have half the same classes- and are competitive as fuck?? and phil is constantly buying bandaids because the two of them fight OTHERkids at school and EAChother at home

THEY TRY TO SEE WHO CAN FIGHT THE MOST ASSHOLES- 😭😭

"Okay so-" "I got like... 7 this week, theres no way you-" "HAH NEEEEERD! I got 8! AND the twins after science class- you *know* thats an extra point!" "Your kidding- no way! No one said anything about that, your lying!!" "Of course I'm not!" and somehow they start to fight

[i wrote this stuff] imagine dream gets a better score than techno on a test (both are RLLY smart LOOOOLLLL) and techno just like??? fucking kicks the shit outta dream??? and they both come home with like fucjing black eyes and bloody noses and phils either like 'omg whta happeened whtf' or 'goddamntpt agian????'

dream and wilbur dont beat eachother up (often) so everyone thinks theyre dating cause they hang out a lot and dont look alike and *thats* where that came from (they were quick to debunk the theory and were just- yucked out????) (is yucked a word? prolly not LOOOLLLLL)

tommy and tubbo are always fighting (i love writing tommy fighting someone/someone fighting tommy, fuck off) and people like ALWAYS side with tubbo no matter WHAT because they always assume he's innocent, and that little shit (hes a devious motherfucker im tellin ya) uses it to his advantage

tommy gets beat up (I LIKE THE IDE A OKAY????) because 'stop fighting tubbo, hes done nothing wrong' and tommys like 'nothing wrong??? ...HE FUCKIGN THREW A GLASS BOTTLE AT ME-' 'i did no such thing!' 'ITS CAUGHT ON CAMERA YOU FUCKING MORON'

TW: Thoughts of soup-of-side, thoughts of self harm, eating less, depression, bullying, drinking, sneaking out.

"tommy gets beat up by dream (in the sibling way) (TM) and someone makes fun of him for it and tells tommy that he deserves so much worse. the person starts to constantly bully and harrass tommy for no reason and tommy starts changing as a person because of it. he gets quieter, stops talking as much, stops going out as much. he stops talking to his friends as much, and he genuinely starts believing that he deserves nothing and that he's just a burden.

he puts up a facade around his family and, at first, they had caught on almost instantly. but now, after a couple of months of lying to his friends and teachers, his voice doesnt seem to waver as he tells people that 'he's fine'. his eyes dont sting as he walks away from people who bought it. he's better at lying.

he starts to hate everyone around him for not noticing. he wants to be helped, but doesnt know how to say it. he wants to take it out on something, on someone, but cant bring himself to. his temper gets worse. he starts sneaking out at night and drinking. he starts talking to bad people. he stops caring.

then dream goes to hit him again, and tommy just sees the bully, standing infront of him, talking down to him. he panics, and runs up to his room in the middle of dinner, locking the door and not opening it as his siblings ask him whats wrong. he ends up waking up to all of his siblings cuddling with him, and yet again, he breaks down.

they tell him how phil has keys to all of their rooms, and tommy tries to joke about it but cant, instead just sobbing. he tells them everything, about how he hasnt been eating much, about his wish for self harm, about how he wishes for death. everyone cries.

over several months (and therapy), they start to help him slowly believe that he is worth it. that he'll never not be worth it. that everyone is worth it. he stops drinking as much, stops sneaking out, stops listening to the little voices in his head that tell him that he's not worth it. he starts going out again, starts eating more, starts being happier, and he may not be completely ok but goddammit he was close enough."

its a slow burn but i LIKE slow burns ok.

#tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #dream #georgenotfound #badboyhalo #sapnap #fd!au #fd au #i rlly like this #sorry i dissappeared lol #i just fuckin up and left ig #nobody: #me: TOMMY ANGST TOMMY ANGST #grammar is shit #so is spelling #fuck off doe #sbi #sleepyboisinc #sleepy bois inc #tubbo #tubbo_ #tubbo is a fucking DEMON #yet y'all arelike #'UWuuUU SOft BOyyYYy 🥺🥺🥺' #cant blame you doe #drabbles #prolly wont continue them

[narcissasdaffodil]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @daisybarks

I’m tagging @kiki-the-creator @hopeshoodie @juggalohenrik @eskiix and @rennell

This is a little snippet from enough for you, which is my most recent WIP. This is the cheating fic, which I’ve likely referenced. This might not make sense out of context.

The other three piled into the back, Aislinn in the middle and the other two having window seats. Bobby handed the others their food and sat back with his arms folded. “Aw, come on! I wanted shotgun! And why is this car such a mess?” Bobby grumbled, his heart not fully in it.

“It was worse than this. We actually cleared it slightly to make room for everyone. And Marisol did say that one of us could take shotgun, and I let Lucas have it because he’s taller.” Hope pointed out once she chewed her mouthful.

“It smells weird in here too. Is there an air freshener?”

“It’s broken. Olivia forgot to replenish it. I haven’t noticed the smell if I’m honest, I’m used to it.” Marisol finished her breakfast, grabbing the empty bags and got out of the car, binning them and made her way back to the car, putting on her seatbelt. As she started the car, the sat nav came on and she left it there. She was going to try and rely on her memory, which might not be the best idea.

Once everyone plugged in their seatbelts, they set off. Marisol followed signs for the motorway until she got stuck in a queue getting onto the M4. It was crawling, and she opened the windows to let some fresh air in. The air conditioning only blew hot air and was next to useless.

As the car stopped, Bobby started rooting around at his feet until he discovered a bag full of ketchup bottles and another bag of chocolate, crisps, nuts and sweets. In addition to the two bags, there was a lot of sweet stuff sitting on the floor.

“Who needs an entire bagful of ketchup bottles? Eight bottles in one bag!” He studied the bag, slightly perplexed.

“Wait, what? So that’s where all the ketchup went! I kept buying bottles, and Olivia clearly kept swiping them. Eight bottles, really?” Marisol’s eyes widened at the mention of the ketchup. Bobby handed Lucas the bagful of ketchup, who studied it himself.

“Most of these are open, and half full. What’s the point of starting a new one when the old one is already half full? I was checking that side of the car as well, how did I miss this?” Lucas checked the bottles in the bag. “Some of these are expired too, quite the stash! One or two years out of date.”

“Eww. See what you can salvage, and we’ll bin the rest when we get to the beach. What a waste of good ketchup, I even bought Heinz! I can’t believe she was stealing it.” Marisol stared at the bag, slightly miffed. “That being said…I did use it for a lot of meals, I did have a little ketchup problem. It would vanish every single time we had an argument. Which means she was taking it then to be petty, likely. It’s a major pet peeve, she sees it as such a waste.”

“More of a waste is definitely her stealing it, as of course you’d buy more! Does the money she’s wasting ever come into it?” Aislinn asked.

“Nope, no way. She’s the type who broke her phone last month and had her parents buy her the newest iPhone in replacement. It wasn’t even cracked or damaged, so she let me have it. I changed everything over, her parents aren’t paying for my phone as well. It was going to go to waste completely otherwise, she would’ve just binned it.” Marisol laughed slightly at the idea of Olivia even thinking about money. The same person who regularly spent £400 on clothes per week and went on regular shopping sprees definitely wasn’t the type to care about the money she’s wasting.

She looked back at the road just as the queue moved and moved forward again. “Found anything else that is edible? There’s bound to be food hanging about.”

“Gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberry laces, Strawbs, this bag is all sweets. There’s a soft container of Pringles too, I wouldn’t touch those. There’s also unopened bags of fruit and nuts so I’ll take those out. Most of the chocolate is fine too, and the unopened crisp bags. This is quite the stash! Half of it is empty packets. Did she just use the car for a dustbin?” Bobby handed Lucas the dodgy snacks, who just bagged them with the dodgy ketchup.

“She pretty much used the car as a bin, yup. And she kept stealing the sweet stuff from the flat, so I had to keep hiding my biscuits and chocolate. Eventually we agreed that she would buy her own sweet stuff and quit taking mine. Guess I didn’t clarify that sweet stuff meant ketchup too, and she couldn’t just steal stuff in petty revenge.” Marisol explained. To her relief, the queue started moving quickly and she took advantage, getting onto the motorway without too much fuss. She wasn’t a fan of driving on motorways.

“The window’s not working again, could you please open it from your side?” Lucas asked.

Marisol opened both windows, the car was starting to get absolutely roasting. The feet smell was starting to get to her slightly.

“The windows in the back don’t work, by the way. Hopefully you guys are fine with just these ones open.” Marisol called in the direction of the back, the others nodded in response.

“Can we get rid of some of the mess at the beach? There’s sandwich containers, coffee cups and something squishy back here.” Bobby prodded the something squishy and took his hand away fast. “That’s definitely gum. Why has she stuck that on the back of the seat?” He pulled it off with a tissue, wiping away the residue.

“We can get rid of the leftovers, coffee cups and sandwich containers at least. Or anything that’s gone off. The rest of it, I don’t know what she wants done with it. She might’ve left, but it’ll seem a bit too final to clear out nearly all of it…” Marisol’s voice faded slightly and she bit her lip. “Look, I’m not overly pleased with the state of it myself. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry currently. I’ve had too many arguments with Olivia over it, and she made it worse to mess with me. I gave up mentioning it eventually. You’ve been complaining so much, it’s getting on my nerves.”

Marisol focused on the road ahead, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you’ve made your point. Maybe me and Lucas are just more used to it, but it’s been far worse than this before.” Hope broke in before Bobby decided to reply.

“Why didn’t we just split into two cars anyway? I wouldn’t have minded driving, and it’s a little cramped in the back. Driving’s not ideal, I prefer shotgun, but Lucas nabbed that. We could’ve split into me and Lucas in one car, and you three in this one.” Bobby grumbled.

Lucas stared at Marisol in panic, his eyes widened at Bobby’s statement. “That wouldn’t work. You barely paused for breath when we got lost yesterday, and during the first film of the Harry Potter marathon. I couldn’t handle it then, being trapped in a car with just you wouldn’t work.”

Marisol’s mouth twitched, and she struggled to not burst into laughter, putting on the radio instead. Classical music burst out of the speakers, and she jumped. Aislinn quickly synced up her phone to the radio, attaching it via a charging wire. She instructed Lucas in the front, who followed her instructions and in no time at all, a playlist replaced the classical music.

“Phew. I forgot Olivia always listens to Classic FM, on loud. She’s even had noise complaints, from classical music of all things. And, Bobby, if you want to drive on the way back, be my guest! It made completely no sense to split into two cars just because you couldn’t handle the mess.” The hot car was making Marisol slightly grumpy, and she snapped at him.

The car fell silent as they became absorbed in the music. Marisol and Aislinn had done far too much drunk karaoke, and she recognised the playlist from that. Hold the Line started playing and Marisol started singing along to it, forgetting the others were in the car. The energy carried through the car and lasted until the end of the song. She stopped, slightly breathless and blinked, wide eyed.

“Wow. I forgot how good you were at this. My favourite karaoke partner ever. Maybe we should try it again, but sober?” Aislinn said.

Her words stunned Marisol slightly, and she blushed. “R...Really? You think I’m that good? I doubt that, I freeze up on stage. Drunk karaoke is slightly different.” Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Not after that time in secondary school, when you auditioned for the school talent show and got so nervous that you were sick backstage, and your throat closed up while on stage. You couldn’t sing anything and tripped coming off stage on a loose shoelace and wiped out. To make matters worse, it was recorded and passed around the school until you were known for that. Your sister hated being associated with you as a result and it was so embarrassing.

Marisol fell silent, chewing on her lip and listening to the music. She signalled and moved into the left lane, ready to come off the motorway.

She focused entirely on driving and only relaxed when she got to the car park. She parked and let out a sigh of relief. “No sat nav needed at all, and not a foot wrong. That proves it, I’ve got a better sense of direction than Olivia.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone does.” Bobby pointed out. “Along with being better at being on time. I had to tell her a fake time for my birthday two months ago and she was still late.”

#litg #love island the game #litg marisol #fic snippet #litg bobby #litg hope #litg lucas #enough for you

[euphoricsunflowers]

magnetic — yoo kihyun

a/n: another song fic woo also kiki’s vocals in this song are so ✨✨ i guess i can’t love everything i post so i’m not super feeling this but i hope you like it 🥺♥️ (once again unrelated gif i’m just obsessed w fantasia)

word count: 1.1k

content: not super dom/sub roles but idk reader is the top, fem!reader, teasing, biting, riding le dick

summary: he can’t help wanting to hold you close, he’s so cold without your warmth. you’re magnetic, always pulling him in whether he wants to be pulled or not.

“kiss me,” you mumble, and he’s all too eager to fulfill your request, lips coming together easily, like you were made for each other, molding to each other’s curves. he holds you tightly, as if gripping your waist with any less pressure would mean him risks losing the beautiful embodiment of love in heart and he risks you leaving him. he’s feeling so hot, being all up on you and your space, and at this point he doesn’t ever want to be cold again.

“kihyun, darling, slow down, let’s take our time,” you giggle at his desperation, not a single hint of hesitation resides in his soul when it comes to you, “slow, darling, we have all night.”

“i-i can’t, not with you, i need this, please,” he begs, pulling you into more frenzied kisses, you already take his breath away, why even bother trying to breathe in your presence? it’s suffocating in the best possible way.

“mmm, then beg for me, pretty,” you whisper against his lips in between kisses, leaving him so disheveled and disoriented. you’re like a force of your own, your own energy. like a liquor he can’t help wanting to get drunk off of.

but you want him to beg? alright then, he’ll play your game, “please, y/n, i’m losing my mind right now, i can’t forget the way you touch me. i can’t resist how badly i need you, please, just don’t tease me.”

“oh, but it’s so fun, kiki,” you mumble, before giving in slightly, “alright, alright, i’ll stop.” and immediately he wonders if it was a mistake to be so impatient, because suddenly he’s thrown into the deep end and he doesn’t know how to swim. not that he minds drowning in you, but he wasn’t ready to be so overwhelmed by kisses on his neck turning to harsh bites that make him want to simultaneously cry in pain and blush madly. he liked the idea of having love marks from you on him.

he also wasn’t ready for your hand to tease him over his pants, leaving him whining and crying out in small bursts of pain. the sounds he makes are all too pretty, and you seem determined to draw more and more out of him, taking until he has nothing left to give.

“s-shit,” he groans, pulling you up to kiss you even more, attempting to pull off your shirt in the process, which you happily throw off to some unknown corner of the room.

“like what you see?” you tease, but there’s no embarrassment, not anymore.

“of course i do,” he mumbles,cupping your cheeks gently to kiss you once more, this time a bit softer, before smirking “i’d like it more if you were on top of me right now, though.”

“oh, that can definitely be arranged,” you push him, a tad rougher than expected, until he stumbled back towards the bed, taking advantage of his shock to push him down onto the bed, “like this? or maybe you’d like it if your dick was inside me right now?”

“o-oh god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he chuckles dryly, “yes, yes please, y/n, please ride me.”

“of course, babe,” you say as you climb off him to throw your pants and underwear off as he does the same. that may have not been the sexiest strip, but it gets the job done, “oh, and one other thing, kiki.”

“what is it?”

“don’t call me y/n, right now,” you say, placing your fingers by his lips and he gets the idea, coating them with saliva. he watches you as your fingers enter and leave your pussy, and you groan at how he reaches his hand out to massage your clit lightly, “call me daddy.”

the room falls silent as he keeps his eyes on you, genuinely confused because there’s no way you just said that, “i— what?”

“hehe, i’m just messing with you, ki,” you smile, and when he doesn’t even notice it, you’re already lowering yourself onto him, and you both groan and curse until he’s filled you all the way to the hilt,“oh god, you look so good under me, you know?”

“oh really?” he breathes, running a hand through his hair as you slowly start to ride him, “because you look really fucking good on top of me.”

“do i now?” you muse with a smirk, letting your hands with fingers covered in your scent rest on his chest, and every inhale makes him smell you, “did you miss me?”

“yes,” he groans, reaching out to hold your hand.

you use a finger from the hand he was holding to draw your nail against his side, and he immediately shivers under you, “miss the way i touched you?”

“h-hah, yeahh, missed that too,” he stumbles on his words, moaning out more as you gain speed, riding him with a feverish intensity that he can’t escape again. his head feels foggy as the pleasure takes over, every bit of rationality in his head being replaced by the warmth building throughout his body, the energy filling him up.

“did you really consider calling me daddy just now?”

“y-yeah,” he admits, somewhat shyly, but again, he’s too far gone to truly be embarrassed. that’s something he’d worry about the second clarity returned to him, but until then, he’s simply reveling in the beautiful pleasure he feels.

you smirk, “dirty boy, i want you to cum really good and hard for me, okay?” he nods, thrusting up to match your pace, and squeezing your hand really tightly when he feels it coming. he makes such cute little sounds as it builds up, his orgasm just seconds away, and it makes you think of what he’d do if you stopped and took it away from him… next time.

he cums with a soft cry, holding onto your shoulders as the warmth washes over him, and he doesn’t hear you say anything, but he feels your walls pulsate around him and your weight collapses on top of him. that post orgasmic feeling has him feeling so high he could touch the clouds, so warm and comfy in your hold.

and even as you’ve both calmed down, he still refuses to let you go, “please just stay with me.”

you were magnetic, a force pulling him back to you every time you left in the morning. he only hopes each time that he won’t wake up cold.

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[all-might-can-smash-me]

Memories

Aizawa Shouta x reader

Summary: Memories of your younger years bubble up and out from the lips of you and Aizawa during a late night on U.A.’s campus.

Sorry for typos

its a bit of a manga spoiler, though I relied on research because i haven’t read that far into the manga, I’m only on chapter 8 :’)

Masterlist

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The nightly bugs sang their ballads and serenaded into the summer air within their little confines of the grass that had begun to dew or upon the trees that would dance along the breeze. Upon U.A. high’s campus, the darkness could have swallowed it whole from the night if it weren’t for the persistent shine of the moon above along with it’s stars and also from one particular dormitory. From the vast windows of the common area came a flickering glow. The light that was illuminated would softly flick between different colors and dim and brighten in a random sequence. If it weren’t for you being awake and taking your final stroll around the school to make sure every door was locked and shut before heading to the teacher’s dormitory, you wouldn’t have even seen it. With a sigh, your chilled hands clutched your fuzzy nightrobe to tighten it around you as you began to tread through the fresh dew on the grass, the dampness already sinking into your shoes as you finally stepped up to the dormitory for the class 1A, pushing through the door and treading quietly into the common area.

Most of the class seemed to be piled up to together at the tv, the movie KiKi’s Delivery Service seeming to start again after resting on the title screen for far too long. The students were all wrapped up in blankets, pillows, huddled together either on the plush cushions of the couch or upon their pile of pillows thrown onto the floor, all fast asleep and snoring and muttering in their sleep peacefully.

You had begun to tread carefully through the sea of bodies, tiptoeing to the bright light of the tv, though a stirring body caught your attention from the floor as you stepped next to it.

“Mom....?” Groggily spoke out a voice nonother than Izuku who was squinting up at you through his half asleep state, which you held back a laugh as you leaned down, beckoning him to lay back down.

“Go back to sleep, kid...” you whispered out as your hands grabbed the blankets that fell off of him, gently resting them back on him. The teen didn’t need to be told twice to go back to sleep though as he was already snoring and muttering in his sleep again, adding onto the iconic ambiance of night. The whole entire scene that surrounded you threatened to make your heart explode as you successfully reached the tv, already stopping the movie and turning off the television screen.

“Glad this isn’t a school night...” came out a hushed voice behind you which startled you as you turned away from the tv. Aizawa stood on the opposite end of the sea of sleeping teenagers. He was in his own simpler sleepwear, hair messily pulled back in a ponytail. You know he didn’t even bothered to brush it, but that didn’t stop him from still being very attractive before you and make you feel stupid in your hot pink robe with your plain shorts and an old t-shirt that had begun to have holes forming in them.

“Come on...enjoy the scene Shouta....they are all pretty cute right now....kind of all look like little children, it’s hard to think that they all might be pro heroes soon with their own agencies and what not..” you spoke back in a hushed voice as you carefully manuvered around stretched out arms, legs, and bodies to stand beside Aizawa too look at the peaceful sight of class 1A. You loved those kids, you couldn’t deny that, they were like your own children, your own family. You knew Aizawa felt the same way with that little soft look that had begun to bloom within his eyes as he looked to the room filled with sleeping students. He would definitely never admit to that, but that look his casted from those kind eyes was all the confirmation you needed.

“Yeah...well they are out past the ‘quiet hours’ that were set by Nezu...” he whispered, a single blink of his eyes managing to blink away that softness and adoration he held for the students before him. You only shook your head as you quietly began to make way for the doors, Aizawa following shortly behind you to lock the doors behind the two of you once your bodies had soon been released back into the cool air of night and the ambiance of singing bugs.

“Like we would have even made the time to read the rules when we were their age......and you know, I kind of wish we had dormitories when we were here...” you spoke out as you watched the keys within his hands jingle as he pulled them from the lock of the door, watching his rough hands shove them sloppily into the pocket of his sweats. “Imagine all the fun things that we could have done, like watch a movie with the whole class, karaoke, board games...” Aizawa only let out a scoff as he listened.

“We made some pretty good memories while we were here without a glorified long term sleepover.” He said matter of fact as the two of you had began to casually walk along the cracks of the cement sidewalk maze that rested upon the campus grounds, the short cut through the fresh dewed grass not evident in your minds. The erasure hero looked confused though as you let out a snort and a hearty laugh to his conjecture.

“I never said we didn’t have good memories.” You explained as you looked over and up to him. “Those memories of me and you constantly having our ears pounded in by Yamada at karaoke clubs after school and forcing you out to get Shabu-Shabu with us when winter would hit are some of the fondest memories I have...” you said with a sigh of content as the memories played quickly through your head like a nostalgic movie of your childhood. “Oh! And the time we watched Milo and Otis and we couldn’t stop crying hysterically, so my mom made us hot chocolate while we couldn’t understand in our young minds why we were crying...” you said through your giggles at the sudden memory that had broken free from the depths of your brain that had been trapped there from long ago.

“I still don’t understand why I was crying over that movie....” A small little smile had crawled to the corners of his lips, a little laugh of his own now joining in with your uncontrollable giggles that bubbled up and away from your lips. “And then all those times us, Oboro, and Yamada would spend huddled on the front steps of the school. Just to think....I kind of actually thought we had our own cool, little posse....looking back we probably looked really lame to the rest of the school.” He said as he couldn’t help but let his face cringe, a hand rubbing over his tired eyes.

Once those tired and irritated eyes met the vibrant expression upon your face, his heart had begun to thud within the confines of his chest as he watched your laughter slowly begin to die away as you recalled all those pleasant memories that felt so very long ago. Your beauty slapped him in the face as children and teens....and it still did now as a worn out adult.

“Lame at school, probably....but only if Oboro could have seen us at our wedding reception...” you said as you facepalmed, those giggles of yours drifting in his ears like the soft melody of a wind chime in a soft breeze. “Mom kept filming everything, even filmed Yamada’s version of break dancing and then us, Yamada, and Kayama all dancing to our favorite song together while drunk out of our minds when we finished up with all the traditional aspects of it. I still need to thank Yagi for telling me how the American’s do it...” One of your hands had escaped from the warmth of the fuzzy robe pocket to grasp almost shyly onto his hand.

You don’t know why, but it kind of felt like the two of you were back in your final year of high school, back when the two of you had found yourselves in the awkward stages of crushing on each other. How you felt flustered everytime you would look to the visible parts of his face through that unruly dark hair of his even if you basically grew up looking at it. Or how he would find himself with a blank mind whenever you would ask a simple question about homework when he use to be able to do it simply years before about anything and everything. Yamada and Oboro figured it out quickly too though. The two were in your room, sprawled out on the bed or messing with things on your desk as you dug through your clothes frantically and constantly asked for their opinion on how you did your hair, makeup, and put together your outfit when before you never seemed so frantic on looking nice before heading to pick up Aizawa to all head out to eat together. The blush that tinted Shouta’s cheeks and his gaze that sat on you for a bit longer than it regularly would while eating at your little ‘posse’s’ favorite ramen shop confirmed their conspiracies as they casted their knowing glances to each other and covered their grins with slurping their noodles.

“It feels like it was all only yesterday...maybe it’s because we’ve been on this campus for far too long.” Muttered out Shouta, almost a bit disappointed as the teacher dormitories had come to his view. He didn’t know if he wanted sleep to swallow up the memories to store them away for years to come again.

“Hm...maybe you’re right.....but how about remembering that night after the reception? I think I need to remember...” You whispered out now as you had pushed open the doors to the building with your free hand, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you looked over your shoulder and at him.

“Hmm....I’m not opposed to that...the other teachers in the dorms? Eh...” he said quietly with a surpressed laugh as the two of you begun to quicken your paces to your shared room.

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