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Take Me Home - Part 11

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

WORD COUNT: 6K

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Oral (M&F Receiving), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering, Sexting/Nudes/FaceTime sex, Mutual Masturbation. 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Eleven

This week is going to be absolute chaos. You’re working extra shifts to cover for Jack and Betsy, who are visiting her parents to give them the good news of their engagement in person, and you thought maybe you’d get at least one night with Dennis, but when he arrived at work this morning, he’d learned that one of his coworkers had quit and so his week has gone from normal to crazy as well. You’re more upset than you probably should be—after all, it’s only five days—but as Monday drags on, that feels like an eternity.

You try to focus on the fact that this weekend you’ll be having your first sleepover at Dennis’s place. You always take Badger out of town to your parents’ house over 4th of July weekend because fireworks give him horrible anxiety and your parents’ HOA strictly forbids them, so your plan is to drop him off with them on Friday, stay the night, and then head back bright and early Saturday to help Dennis get ready for the barbecue. You know he’s nervous about it—especially because he doesn’t really have close friends of his own to invite—but as he kissed you goodnight last night, he swore to you that he really does want to do something for the holiday.

“I can't remember the last time I even went to a party, nevermind had one of my own,” he’d said. “It’ll be fun. Everything is fun with you.”

If you can just get through this week, you know you’ll be rewarded handsomely, but you’re addicted to Dennis now and you don’t know how you’ll survive five whole days without him. You try to focus on work but you’ve been replaying last night in your head all day. You hadn’t expected that from him. You’d figured that Dennis’s first time going down on you would be awkward for both of you—you with your insecurities and him with his own, distracting the both of you and making it hard for you to finish. All that aside, he’d made it sound like you were going to have to teach him everything, and you absolutely would have (and done so with all the patience and kindness in the world), but turns out he didn’t need that much instruction at all. It makes you smile thinking about Dennis reading sex-tip articles, a look of deep concentration on his face as he committed everything to memory. Thinking about him watching videos, though… that makes you feel a different way entirely. The thought of Dennis watching porn and thinking about you—the things he wants to do to you, the way he wants to make you feel—has you clenching your legs under your desk.

Five fucking days. This is going to be hell.

You somehow manage to make it to your break in between your day and night shift, and you call Dennis to check in as you walk to the pizza place a few blocks away. He picks up on the second ring, like he’d been sitting there waiting for you to call.

“I was just thinking about you,” he says.

“Oh yeah?” you reply. “And what exactly were you thinking about?”

“How good you taste.”

His voice is low and gravelly and your whole body is buzzing with yearning.

“Dennis, you can’t say shit like that when you know I can’t see you,” you say. “You’re being so mean right now.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You can tell by the gleeful tone of his voice that he isn’t. “I could come by for lunch tomorrow…”

A brief mental picture of Dennis sweeping all the shit off your desk, laying you down on it, and burying his head between your thighs flashes through your brain but you shake your head to get rid of it.

“I have a lunch meeting with the ASPCA rep tomorrow. And you’ve got your appointment with Dr. Porter on Wednesday night, right?”

“I could cancel,” he says.

“No,” you insist. “That’s important. And besides, I think the Doc would probably have something not so nice to say about me if I let you cancel your therapy session for a date.”

“He definitely would. And you’re working Thursday night again and then off to your parents’ place Friday, right? Fuck. I just… I really want to see you this week.”

“I do, too.” You can hear the whine creep into your voice but you can’t help it. You want to stomp your feet and throw a tantrum like a toddler. “This sucks.”

“It really does,” he replies, “but we can talk and text and maybe even…”

He trails off but you think you know where he was going. “Maybe even what, Dennis?”

“Nothing,” he says, coughing to clear his throat. “Nevermind. I gotta run. Boss just came by with another stack of Gary’s work for me to take home with me. Call me later?”

“Dennis…”

“Just… call me later, sweetheart. Bye.”

“OK, bye.”

You hang up and grab yourself two slices and a soda to bring back with you, and as you eat at your desk, all you can think about is that “maybe even…” and how much you want to hear him finish that sentence. You know exactly what he means, of course, and you’re completely down. After all, you and Dennis had exchanged a few racy texts before, and if you’re going to make it through five whole days, you’re going to need something to see you through.

By the time the overnight staff arrives, you’re practically asleep on your feet, and you shoot Dennis a text on your way out to your car.

Y: Leaving now. I’ll text you when I get home. Don’t want to wake you if you’re sleeping.

You get a response almost immediately.

D: I’ll be up. Call me when you get in.

The apartment is quiet when you get home; the only sounds are Badger snoring from your bedroom and Mal’s white-noise machine indicating that she is actually home and in bed early for once. You toe your shoes off at the door and read the note she left for you telling you that Badger is all set with his walk and nightly business, and when you get to your room you give Badger a scratch behind the ear (ignoring his grumpy Bitch I’m Sleeping growl) before changing into a tank top and clean underwear. You should shower the day off you but you’re just too fucking exhausted to do anything but crawl into bed and call Dennis to say goodnight.

“Hey,” he says.

“You didn’t have to stay up,” you reply. “It’s after midnight.”

“I wanted to hear your voice. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, but I’m so fucking tired.”

“That’s a shame,” he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

You laugh. “I want to, but not tonight,” you say, and you hear him whine.

“Please?” he begs. “You’re gonna make me do this all by myself?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, a big yawn hitting you mid-sentence. “I just can’t even keep my eyes open.”

“Alright,” he says, his voice soft and sweet. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Call me in the morning.”

“I will.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

You don’t get a chance to question him before he hangs up, and you’re too exhausted to even think clearly, so you just put the TV on low, hit the pillow, and pass out. When you wake, it’s almost 9:30—way later than you usually sleep even on days after you pull a double. Badger is standing over you looking miffed that his morning piss and breakfast have been delayed.

“Sorry, buddy,” you tell him. “Mama was tired.” He nudges your arm with his snout and you laugh. “OK, OK, I’m up.”

You throw on some sweats and a t-shirt and take Badger for his morning stroll, and once he’s done with breakfast, you grab your phone to call Dennis. Before you have a chance to call, you see you have a text from him that wasn’t there before you left for Badger’s walk, and when you open your text chain, you see it’s not a message but a video; the thumbnail is R-rated and well on it’s way to X.

He didn’t. Oh my God… he did.

You throw the living room TV on for Badger and rush into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you, and then you hit play.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” you hear Dennis say, but all you can focus on is the tented sheet in his lap. He pushes it down his thighs, revealing his massive cock in his hand as he strokes it slowly. “I wish you were here with me. Miss you so fucking much. Miss having your pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Holy shit,” you say out loud to no one.

Even though Mal is at work, you grab your headphones so you can hear the deep timbre of his voice as loud as possible in your ear. You lay back on your bed and crank the volume all the way up, and the rumble of his low moans has you spreading your legs and shoving one hand down your sweats and underneath your panties.

“Been thinking about your perfect little pussy all day, baby. Got so fucking hard at work.” He squeezes his bulbous tip and you watch the precum drip out before he gathers it between his thumb and forefinger and smears it all over his head. “I want you so bad, sweetheart. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me again.”

He grabs a bottle of lube from somewhere off-camera and squirts a generous amount on the tip of his cock, letting it drip down the length of him before grabbing himself by the base and stroking it up and down. His hand is a blur on the screen and the schlick schlick schlick of his lubed-up strokes has you rubbing your clit in quick circles. You don’t even know where to look: his thick, muscular thighs, his abs tensing and relaxing as he moans and groans, his pecs bouncing just a tiny bit in time with his strokes. His body is absolutely sinful and—as you can hear him telling you—it’s all yours to do with whatever you’d like.

He tugs and massages his balls as he licks his lips, his neck veins straining so hard you think they’ll burst as he throws his head back and moans, “God, I can’t wait to fuck you. Just want to be inside you, sweetheart. So fucking deep inside. Oh, fuck.”

Just thinking about having that big, beautiful cock in your guts is enough to bring you to the edge, and as Dennis strokes himself to completion, your name on his lips as white ropes of cum paint his abs, you speed up your own ministrations and cry out through gritted teeth. Your chest is heaving along with Dennis’s as he comes down, rubbing his spend into his skin. You wish you could lick him clean, wait the .5 seconds it would take for him to get hard again, and then ride his cock until your body breaks in half but you can’t.

Four fucking days.

“Talk to you in the morning, sweetheart,” he says, and then the video cuts.

As soon as you can get a grip on yourself, you call Dennis.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. “Did you get my present?”

“I honestly don’t even know what to say,” you reply.

You can feel his vibe shift through the phone. “Shit… should I not have-”

“No, no,” you tell him. “You definitely should have. That was so fucking hot. Like… do you have a secret OnlyFans that I don’t know about?”

Dennis laughs. “No. That was just for you. I don’t know what got into me last night. I’m sorry if it was too much, I just-”

“Dennis, stop. I loved it. I just came so hard watching it and I’m probably gonna watch it, like, 100 more times this week until I get to see you again.”

“I can make you another one. I mean, if you want…”

“Yes,” you say. “I want. I very much want.”

Dennis chuckles and you know that he’s blushing and you just feel so lucky to have found this sweet, sexy guy that can go from being the biggest dork to the sexiest hunk of man you’ve ever seen in your life and back again in seconds.

“Hey, Dennis?” you ask.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t care how tired I am after work tonight. You. Me. Facetime.”

***

Four days. Four more days before he can get his hands on you. Dennis had been a little nervous to send you that video, but if he can’t be with you, he wanted to show you exactly how much he wants to be with you. He’d never done anything like that before, but something about you just makes Dennis think things and do things he never would have dreamed about before you walked into his life and shattered the picture he’d had of himself. Dennis thought he knew who he was, and it was a person he didn’t particularly like: a weak man, afraid, powerless. Now, though, he isn’t so sure. It’s scary, this journey of discovering himself—at his age, a man should have a pretty good idea of who he is—but after meeting you, he realizes he has no idea who Dennis Baker actually is. He’s starting to see just how much outside influences have shaped his opinion of himself and the way he lives his life. It’s terrifying and exciting in equal measure to know that maybe he can be whoever he wants to be with you.

And he knows who he wants to be. He wants to be a strong, confident man who isn’t afraid to show you how much he wants you, who isn’t afraid to tell you how much he loves you—the type of man who would believe you if you say you love him, too. He wants to be the type of man you want to marry and start a family with, the type of man you would never get tired of loving. He wants to be the type of man who can tell you all these things—and he’s close now, he can feel it.

But this week isn’t the week. He isn’t about to tell you he loves you through a fucking text message or call or even FaceTime. No, he wants to tell you with your beautiful face just inches from his, because he knows you feel it, too. He knows you’ll say it back. He needed that bit of reassurance from Mal to fully know, but he knows now and it’s killing him to have to wait.

Four more days.

It’s about 5:30 and Dennis is wrapping up his day, packing up all of the extra work he’s got to take home with him since Gary’s abrupt departure. He liked Gary, too. He was one of only a few people at work he would consider anything close to a friend—not that they ever really hung out, but he was a nice guy, invited him into his Fantasy league (which for a long time has been his sole source of social interaction), and they could shoot the shit about baseball and the boss being a dick and all those surface, bullshit things that you talk about with a work friend. The extra work is just the icing on the cake of Gary leaving, but it isn’t anything he can’t handle. Putting in the extra hours this week wouldn’t have bothered him in the slightest before he met you, but now every second he spends doing Gary’s job is a second away from you and it pisses Dennis off a little.

He’s about to text you to see how your lunch meeting went when his phone dings. He smiles because it’s you, but when he opens your text his smile fades and his mouth drops open as a deep guttural sound bubbles up from somewhere in his chest. You’ve sent him a series of pictures, each one more titillating than the last. He recognizes your office as the backdrop of all of them, and in the first, it’s you in just your bra and jeans. In the second one, the jeans are gone and you’ve got skimpy little panties on that match your bra. In the third one, the bra is gone, and the fourth…

“Fuck me,” he moans under his breath, taking in the sight of you bent over your desk, your gorgeous ass on display with just a sliver of pussy to tease him.

Dennis grabs his things and practically sprints to his car, holding his backpack in front of him as he goes so that none of his colleagues notice the growing tent in his khakis. The second he gets the door closed, he grabs his phone and pulls up that fourth picture, zooming in to get the best look he can at that heavenly place between your legs. There’s about a million things he wants to say to you right now—all of them absolutely filthy—and he doesn’t even know where to begin.

D: Jesus Christ I almost just came in my pants in the middle of my office

Y: Poor baby. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine…

D: Why don’t you ditch work and come give me a taste of something else?

Y: Can’t. You’ll just have to make me another video…

D: You’re a real bad girl taking nudes at work

Y: Come punish me then

D: That why you bent yourself over the desk? You need a spanking?

Y: That’s exactly what I need. That and your big fat cock in my mouth.

D: How am I supposed to drive home like this, huh? You’re killing me, sweetheart. Please let me come see you.

Y: Can’t. FaceTime later. Gotta go xoxo

“Christ,” he says to himself. “Four more days. Four more days.”

He repeats it like a mantra, wiping his brow because he’s actually sweating now and he has no idea how he’s going to get home with the massive erection that’s threatening to tear through his pants. He’s trying to push all thoughts of you out of his head in the hopes it will settle down when he gets a call from the Boner Killer herself. In any other circumstance, he would have let it go to voicemail, but he decides to pick up, if only to rid himself of his increasingly painful erection.

“What do you want, Karen?”

“Listen,” she says, her faux-regretful tone an unpleasant reminder of just how many times this has played out before, “I want to apologize for the way I acted the other day. I was just angry and I didn’t expect you to have… company. So, yeah, I’m sorry, but we need to talk about this alimony situation like adults, Dennis. I know you’re mad at me, but that doesn’t give you the right to cut me off.”

Dennis sighs: another fake apology after another drunken outburst in a bid to get what she wants from him. Same shit, different day—but it’s not the same now. Now Dennis has a reason to push back, to fight for his own happiness.

“Look, Karen, I appreciate the apology and all but I’m not doing this anymore. We’re going to court and the judge is going to decide. If the court says I have to pay, I will, but I’m going to fight like hell not to because you don’t deserve another goddamn cent from me. I want you out of my life. For good.”

“This is about her, isn’t it?” she spits, voice dripping with malevolence—there she is, the real Karen, it never takes long. “You don’t actually think she likes you, do you? Please tell me you’re not that stupid.”

“No, Karen, I don’t think she likes me. I think she loves me, and I love her, and I’ll see you in court.”

Dennis hangs up, more determined than ever to tell you how he feels. If he could say it to his demon of an ex-wife and believe it, he knows he can say it to you. He shoots an email to his lawyer, asking after the court date, and heads towards home. All he wants in the world (besides for you) is to take Jax for a nice long after-dinner walk around the neighborhood and think about how exactly he’s going to tell you.

Work clothes exchanged for his sweats and a t-shirt, Dennis walks Jax around the neighborhood, taking the longer route and letting his pup sniff leisurely as he has a good think. He knows he wants to tell you on Saturday, after the 4th of July party is over and everyone has gone home and he finally finally has you alone. Dennis knows you’re staying over that night but he tries not to put any pressure on himself about what that might mean. Of course he wants to have sex with you and he’s pretty sure you want to have sex with him, but he has to give himself some grace—leave room for the possibility that it might not feel right, or he might not be ready, or you might not be. He doesn’t want to force it; he wants it to happen organically, to feel as natural as waking up in the morning, but he knows that’s impossible—that of course there are incredibly high expectations on both sides and the first time probably won’t be some sort of magical, soul-stirring experience. He can hope, though, and he can be prepared.

Even though you were candid about the fact that you’re on birth control for your cramps, he’d bought some condoms anyway. He’d got himself tested after Karen told him she’d been fucking around on him and his results were all negative (and he hasn’t been with anyone since) but he doesn’t know about you and he can’t bring himself to ask. It wouldn’t matter to him, of course, and he knows that he should just have the conversation ahead of time like adults and go from there, but he’s just got so many other things going against him when it comes to sex that he can’t add one more awkward conversation to the mix. He’s operating under the assumption that, when and if the time comes, he will use protection, and he’s more than happy to wrap it up if it means he gets to be inside of you. It’s not what he thinks about when he thinks about fucking you, though. He thinks about fucking you raw and pumping you full and watching you drip with him. It’s what he thought even before he knew you were on the pill, and if you’d let him, he would do it even if you weren’t. But that’s another conversation—one he knows he has to have with you but that he’s not ready for.

Because Dennis wants a family so desperately; he always has. Karen pretended to want the same thing but, like everything else, it was all bullshit. Once they got married, it was all “let’s wait a little while” and then a few years later it was “I never wanted kids—you knew that.” She actually managed to convince him that he’d misunderstood her, that she had always been honest with him about her lack of desire for motherhood. He understands now, thanks to Dr. Porter, that it was textbook gaslighting, but for a long time he thought it was his own fault he wasn’t a father.

Dennis doesn’t know what he’ll do if you don’t want to have children because it’s one of the few non-negotiable things he needs from a relationship. He doesn’t care in the slightest if he has a biological child or an adopted child; he just wants to be a dad. It’s one of the things he knows he needs to discuss with Dr. Porter tomorrow and he’s dreading it, but he feels in his heart that you want the same thing as he does. He’s never met someone with more love to give than you, never met someone so patient and kind and caring, but Dennis doesn’t want to make assumptions—not every woman wants to be a mom, and that’s perfectly ok. He just can’t put his heart and soul into one that doesn’t. Not again.

But he’s getting way ahead of himself—thinking about marriage and babies when he hasn’t even voiced his feelings for you. He has to tell you he loves you, but how? The over-the-top cheesy romantic in him thinks briefly about a fireworks display, but that would be a nightmare for Jax (who will probably already be freaked out by whatever the neighbors have going on) so Dennis quickly axes that idea. He wants to do something, though. He wants to make it special. He wants you to know that he’s felt it for a long time—that it’s not just something he spits out without thinking.

By the time he returns home with Jax, he’s still coming up empty, but if he has to wait four—well, basically three—more days to see you, at least that gives him time to come up with something perfect. Because it has to be perfect. It has to be, because you are and it’s what you deserve. He’s run out of time to focus on it now, though. He needs to get his/Gary’s work done so that he can cut out a little early for his appointment with Dr. Porter tomorrow. He fixes himself a little something to eat—the lemon spaghetti you’d taught him to make, which is his new favorite thing in the world because it’s delicious and reminds him of you—and then he gets to work with ESPN droning on in the background and Jax napping next to him on the couch.

He finishes up around 10 and takes Jax for a quick night walk before getting ready for bed. He knows he’s gonna have to wait for you a while—the overnight crew doesn’t start until 11:30 and you won’t be home before midnight—but even though he’s exhausted, all it takes is a few moments studying the pretty pictures you’d sent him earlier to have him wide awake. He lets Jax up on the bed and scrolls Netflix, deciding to start watching Schitt’s Creek because you’d told him it’s one of your comfort shows. He’s on the third episode when you finally call.

“Hey, baby,” you say, and Dennis doesn’t know what to focus on—all he ever wants to do is look in your eyes, but you’ve got your phone tilted so that your tits take centerstage, and he can see your nipples through the sheer baby-pink bra you’re wearing. “You have a good night?”

All Dennis can say is “Fuck me.”

“I’m trying to,” you reply, panning your phone down so he can see your matching panties—if you could even call that miniscule scrap of fabric that. “You like?”

“Sweetheart, I love. But you know you don’t have to dress up for me.”

“You want me to take them off?” you ask, and Dennis doesn’t know what to say—because of course he does, there’s nothing better than you totally naked—but also you look so fucking cute in this pretty pink set you’ve chosen to wear for him: it’s somehow innocent and sinfully sexy at the same time, just like you.

“Keep them on,” he says. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby,” Dennis says.

The hand not holding his phone reaches down to pull his cock through the hole in his boxers, and you notice, because of course you do.

“Lemme see it,” you plead. “Please? You know how much I love it.”

“You really do, huh?” he responds, and you nod. “You really love my dick that much?”

“I’d do anything for your cock, baby. Anything. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Dennis takes a moment to think about it because there are various scenarios running through his mind right now and he doesn’t know which one to pick. He decides to have you recreate the position you were in earlier because oh did he like that.

“Turn around,” he says. “Shake your ass for me.”

“So you liked that last picture, huh?” Dennis watches as you get your phone into position on your nightstand before crawling back up on your bed and sitting back on your knees. “Thought you might.”

“It was a fucking tease is what it was.”

“You want more?” you ask, running your hands up your body.

“I want everything,” he replies. “Show me.”

You flash him a naughty little smile as you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, holding the cups (as if they really hid anything at all) before you slowly let the garment drop. Dennis groans as you roll your nipples between your fingers and take your bottom lip between your teeth. He’s got the base of his cock in a death grip and its already throbbing in his hand before you even turn around. When you do, you get on all fours and look over your shoulder as you wiggle your ass at the camera. Only the tiny fabric strip of your G-string is keeping Dennis from getting exactly what he wants.

“You like that, baby?” you ask.

“Fuck yes. Now take your panties off, sweetheart. Nice and slow for me.”

You rise up on your knees and slide them down slowly as requested, only it’s painfully slow and it seems like an eternity before you’ve got them down to your mid-thighs and you’re bent over again with your knees spread wide.

“God, I love your pussy. So fucking pretty. Spread it open for me.”

You press your face to the bed and reach around on either side of you, and Dennis moans as you spread your lips apart and start to throw it back and forth slowly. Dennis starts to stroke himself at the pace you’re setting, imagining himself behind you as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“I’m so fucking wet for you Dennis,” you moan.

“I see it. Fuck. I just wanna taste you, baby.”

“Soon,” you say. “Tell me what else you want.”

“Wanna watch my dick slide in and out of that gorgeous fucking pussy, all soaked in you. God, I need to fuck you, sweetheart.”

“I need it, too, Dennis. I need your cock so bad. I feel so fucking empty.”

“Turn around,” he says. “On your back. Wanna watch you play with that pretty little pussy until you cum.”

You grab two pillows and place them at the end of the bed, laying back against them and spreading your legs for him again.

“Lemme see your cock, Dennis. Please.”

Between the sight of you splayed out so beautifully for him and the urgent need in your voice, Dennis’s skin feels like it’s on fire he angles his phone down to give you the look you’ve been begging for. He grips the base and pushes it forward a little, and you make a hungry little mmmph sound when it twitches and jumps back a bit in his hand.

“You’re so fucking big and thick, baby,” you say as you start to circle your clit. “What if I can’t handle you?”

Dennis knows you’re just dirty talking him but he can’t say it isn’t a concern of his. He knows his dick is big, even if he doesn’t quite know what to do with it, and you were so tight around just his fingers that he’s legitimately scared he might hurt you. But he’s done his research—the importance of foreplay and lube, the best positions to make you comfortable and put you in charge of how deep he can go. The last thing in the world Dennis wants is to hurt you in any way, in the bedroom or out of it, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep from doing so.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetheart,” Dennis promises. “Gonna go nice and slow, stretch you out with my fingers first, make you cum on my tongue, get you nice and juicy and ready for me.”

“I’m ready for you now,” you say, working your clit harder and faster as your hips start to jerk a bit. “God, I wish you were here.” You grip your breast in one hand as you move your other hand from your clit to your entrance, slowly sliding two of your fingers inside. “My fingers are so fucking small compared to yours. Fuck, I need you, Dennis. Please.”

Dennis strokes his cock faster as he watches you fuck yourself on your fingers. “You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart. Keep going.”

“I don’t know if I can cum without you,” you whine. “I need more.”

“You got any toys?” Dennis asks, desperately hoping that you do because he would kill to watch you fuck yourself with something bigger than your fingers.

“I have a vibrator,” you reply.

“Get it.”

Dennis watches your breasts sway up close as you pull your vibrator out of the drawer in your nightstand. He’s slightly disappointed to discover that it’s something small and egg-shaped and not something he can watch you fuck yourself on—he doesn’t know much about the different types of sex toys except that, according to Karen, they were all better than him—but he’s still absolutely salivating at the thought of watching you use this thing on yourself.

You turn it on and the sound is surprisingly low as you tease your entrace with it. When you bring it to your clit, you throw your head back and curl your toes and shout, “Fuck.”

“That good, huh?” Dennis asks, his eyes locked on your face as it twists up in pleasure.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Oh, God, Dennis. I’m gonna cum soon. Talk to me. Tell me how you wanna fuck me. Please.”

Dennis decides that, for the purpose of talking you through your orgasm and because he is almost ready to bust himself, he’s just going to let his inhibitions go and tell you exactly what he wants to do to you. None of it is realistic, of course; he doesn’t know if he can do any of these things (and he certainly can’t do them yet), but when he fantasizes about the ways he wants to fuck you, he doesn’t have to be realistic.

“I wanna fuck you from behind,” he begins, “hard, and I wanna watch your pretty ass bounce as I give you those long, deep strokes that have you clawing at the fucking sheets and screaming my name. I want to fuck you so good you can’t think, can’t fucking breathe, and then I wanna flip you over and throw your legs over my shoulders and bend you in half and fuck my cum so deep into you that you’ll be leaking me for days.”

“Oh, fuck. Oh my God. Yes. Yes. Keep going. I’m so fucking close.”

“I’m not gonna stop, either,” he continues. “You know I’ll get hard again when I’m still inside you and I’ll just keep fucking you and fucking you until you can’t cum anymore, and then I’ll make you cum one more time just because I can.”

“FUCK.”

Dennis watches your thighs tremble as you cum on your toy, your eyes staring straight at the camera—at him—and your mouth open wide with the sweetest sounds coming out of it. That’s all it takes to finish Dennis off, and as he shoots a load onto his stomach he thinks to himself that he’ll never get tired of looking in your eyes when you cum.

“Jesus Christ,” you say, chest heaving as you pull yourself up onto your knees and then flop down on your stomach, grabbing the phone from the nightstand. “You’re, like, really good at this, you know that?”

“I’m discovering new talents with you,” he replies, feeling a little smug, if he’s honest with himself, because he really is kinda good at this, huh?

“Three more days, baby,” you say.

“Three more days,” he replies.

PART TWELVE >>>

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

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Hellspawn's birthdays throughout the seasons/years?

1st birthday

pre s4

Sensei G's monastery

unfortunately, it wasn't really a good one, because Zane wasn't there — we all know why :( — and the team was pretty much a split up mess. It was fortunate the other three at least made an effort to show up, but it really felt like there was something missing.

Kai bought his honorary niece some baby hair clips — cuz hair is priority — and Lloyd sucks with his own hair, so he's trying to help the kid out.

Nya, on the other hand, was like "I'm gonna turn this kid into a future builder" so she got her some blocks.

Cole and Jay each got her an onesie...the same one. (sigh) They ended up bickering about it during the entire party.

Sensei G and Misako gave her a stuffed dragon that... looks familiar to Lloyd in a way. Wu just nods at Lloyd knowingly.

Meanwhile Lloyd wanted to make her first birthday as special as possible even though he knew she wouldn't remember it so he made her a mini version of his gi. Sadly, it didn't take long for her to grow out of it and that gave Lloyd some grief....well, lots of grief.

2nd birthday

This one was shortly after Stiix

a whole lot better than the first. They celebrated on the bounty

Zane was there (Yay!), and baked the cake. He (and Pixal) also got her some of those sortable shape toys to exercise brainpower. Nya just says it's because no one wants hellspawn to get Lloyd's iq and... Pixal agrees.

Lloyd bought her some finger paints...which she loved so much that she used them on his hair and face. Her excuse was that Unca' Zane had taught her that paper was bad for trees so naturally, she decided to go for another green source.

Jay got her another version of Mister Cuddlywomp, while Cole showed up with a toy piano — his dad's idea, actually. "Introducing kids to music at a young age is a great way to encourage brain development"...(and turn them into musicians, goes unsaid)

Once again, Kai was like "my niece better be stylish and not have little gremlin Lloyd's horrible taste" and got her a leather jacket — toddler size, of course. This guy even brought some sunglasses and a hat. Nya thinks it looks ridiculous.

Meanwhile, Nya came with some bath toys — which she designed herself to be durable enough against the strong waves of the sea. (She's still not over her new Master of Water status)

Misako got her a book full of children's stories — maybe a collection of legends would be more accurate. She's the historian of the family for a reason.

Dareth gave her a mini plushie of himself and she kept pointing out how much the plushie's eyebrows don't even look anything like his real ones.

3rd birthday

some time before Day of the Departed

on the destiny's bounty

Hellspawn wanted to learn airjitzu but that was quickly out of the question — she's too young. And for FSM's sake, she hasn't even learned spinjitzu yet. So that was instantly a no.

So, Misako was like: just do what your father did with you. He didn't listen to me, but you turned out just fine — I still do not understand how you even turned out just fine!

Which was why Lloyd decided to put her on his shoulders and spin around until they were both surrounded by green. Mission accomplished.

But it is only that he realizes that he'd forgotten the fact she'd just eaten some of the cake earlier and has the stomach of a nauseous toddler. Too bad it's too late to do anything. Lloyd ended up needing a shower shortly after that. Jay got a picture :(

4th birthday

pre s8

The apartment Lloyd was stuck living in during the year they were looking for Wu.

Dareth decided that she was already old enough to learn a 'sacred' karate move he personally invented. After learning it, she ran to use it on Lloyd.

Misako couldn't show up because she was too far away, but the others managed to come. Except Nya, but she still joined via face time and sent a parcel.

Lloyd made a cake himself instead of relying on Zane and it actually turned out to be edible. Kai was wondering if they'd entered the apartment of an imposter.

But actually, Skylor helped. So yes, the real Green Ninja has not been kidnapped by aliens. Lloyd can be trusted living on his own. A new invasion isn't coming, So Kai, stop setting chopsticks on fire, Nya can't save your ass—

5th birthday

At the monastery, post MoTo

Unfortunately, there's a reason Garmadon isn't here (I've added it in that post about how the ninja managed to take care of hellspawn)

That morning, Wu finds a strange package left outside, with a note that just says Happy Birthday in messy, familiar handwriting. He knows very well who it's from and opens the package to find a plushie of a plant...an unusual choice from someone like him.

Wu then just lies that it's a gift from a fan and the ninja believe him. So Lloyd lets hellspawn have it.

He ends up despising the gift during Crystalized. 😭

6th birthday

pre s13

celebrated in kindergarten. Which Jay jokes was merely done because Lloyd doesn't want their presence.

But actually, Lloyd does. Because he's getting too many stares and questions from the other kids and he's only doing this because hellspawn wanted to after she saw her classmate do something like this. They celebrated again at the monastery hours later.

And Lloyd gets to meet the boy hellspawn made immediate friends with and finally has confirmation that he's being overprotective over nothing.

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Evie x Aiden gaming headcanons

As requested by @inlocusmads, here are some of my gaming related headcanons for Evie and Aiden. Many of these are actually some of my oldest headcanons, back from when I first got into Choices. Here's what I've got as of now:

Evie:

Evie is more of a casual gamer, but she does have a lot of games she enjoys. Minecraft, Super Mario 64 DS, Mario Kart DS, and Among Us are some of her biggest favorites. And also a couple of oddly satisfying mobile games. And whatever the Choices universe equivalent to Choices and HSS Prime is.

Evie was also a major frequenter of sites like CoolMath during 4th-6th grade and she still enjoys them. Some of her favorites includes Sushi Cat, Papa's Pizzaria/Taco Mia/Burgeria/etc., Bloons + Bloons Tower Defense, and Fireboy and Watergirl. Luckily she does get a chance to show them to Aiden before the end of Adobe Flash.

Aiden:

Aiden is utter crap at computer games. The only ones he's good at are stuff like Smule Magic Piano (which Evie would struggle with more) and Minecraft creative mode.

And 75% of Aiden's Minecraft-playing is composing or recreating songs with the note blocks.

He sometimes does Minecraft Survival mode but the only way he can really last is if Evie's in the world with him and they're working together.

He barely manages Mario Kart, but can't drift for shit.

He openly insults Fortnite.

Sometimes he'll go into a game like Mario Party thinking it'll be easy, only to be absolute dogshit at it.

Yes, Aiden is even crap at Tetris. His screen legit looked like this on his first attempt at the game.

He is not a fan of Among Us (despite that he willingly played "Mafia" on the boat in after-prom). To him, it's just people "running around and blaming each other". He especially hates being the imposter because, in his own words from the Mafia game, "I can't lie to save my life".

Actually I think Aiden would be pretty good at stuff like Interactive Story games like Evie does too.

Myra is always teasing him about how bad he is at most video games and often likes to mention his least favorites to annoy him.

Evie: "Aiden you're usually very dexterous when it comes to instruments, but you're bad at video games?" Aiden: "Playing the piano and playing on a gaming console are two completely different things."

Both of them:

Evie and Aiden regularly have double dates with Nishan and Sakura where they play 2-on-2 video games, usually battlegrounds-style games. Their rounds are of course very short-lived because Aiden is crap at the games, but they're still fun nonetheless.

I haven't played it myself yet but I can totally see the two of them getting into Fall Guys. Evie likes the cute fall guy avatars.

Evie (with some minimal help from Aiden) trying to design a sort of a big fancy "dream house" for them in Minecraft.

Something something they squee over Minecraft cats together a lot

Evie would try to teach Aiden a lot of the video games she's good at. He'd slowly improve at most of them.

The two of them totally obsess over video games with awesome soundtracks, even if they haven't played the games themselves. But it sometimes may lead them to getting into the games. Eg. Evie loves the soundtracks for the Super Mario Galaxy games, she'd show it to Aiden and they'd obsess over them, and at one point or another, they'd feel compelled to buy the games.

I think a habit both of them would also have in certain video games is: they start a game, but if the soundtrack is really good, they'll just make their character do nothing or run around aimlessly in it so that they can keep the music + sound effects going on because they don't want it to stop. They do this a LOT with Mecha Bowser battle in Super Mario Galaxy 1.

I think they'd sometimes use app versions of classic board games (chess, checkers, etc).

They'd definitely enjoy puzzle games like minesweeper. They're each pretty good at the puzzle games on their own, but it's extra fun to work on them together. Also Aiden sitting in Evie's lap while they play the games.

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so like ignoring the part abt the silly reasons to hate zak bc as ive said before i find that valid and funny, imagine missing the point so bad....

'Ultimately we weren't getting the results that we needed and we're a year-and-a-half into this,' Brown told Fox Motorsport host Jess Yates at the Bathurst 1000. 'We've all tried extremely hard, we love Daniel, he's great to work with and continues to be great to work with. 'But we're in the results business and the results weren't coming and we felt we tried everything. 'We don't really know why it didn't click, it's kind of nobody's fault. We gave it our best. He gave it his best ... we just kind of ran out of things to try.' (...) 'But my job, along with Andreas (Seidl), is to make the tough decisions and because we didn't really see progress happening, it was like, 'Well I think we just need to make a change for both of our sakes and hopefully get him in the situation where he can be competitive again and in a Formula One car wherever he ends up racing', but (it's been) a huge disappointment.'

i genuinely dont understand how this stuff is 'doing daniel dirty' and 'painting daniel as totally incompetent'?? like as a ceo obvs he doesnt have the specificity in his language that an engineer would have but this quote is pretty much what he says almost every time - we really did try our best, we know daniel tried his best, but there's something going on between daniel and the car and we know it's not productive or pleasant for either us or him to keep trying to make this happen. and he also usually adds stuff like how hes still a big fan of daniel or 'has a soft spot' for him or about how monza was obvs zak's first (and only) win at mclaren. which - how is all that not reasonable?

like genuine question - do u think if daniel was still at mclaren in 2023 would he have been so seriously considered by red bull as a possible replacement for checo (knock on wood)? and a bit more meanspirited of a question - considering the fact that in 2021 and 2022 mclaren only barely missed out on 3rd and 4th in the wcc respectively, do you think if daniel was still at mclaren in 2023 that mclaren would've reached 4th ahead of aston? i think its just so clearly for the best for both parties and i think i can afford to say that especially now w the retrospective knowledge that its not in fact daniels f1 doom and he DOES get back on the grid very soon after being dropped

anyways if any of u talk about twinks in the tags of my posts again ur getting blocked jsyk this is my last warning. #justsayfag

#justsayfag #zak #meta

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atlafan · 1 year

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[BESTIES IS COMING TO PATREON ON FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH @ 5PM EST] [ASK]

Words - 48K I Warnings - angst, mentions of ED, smut I A/N - this is essentially a reboot of Friends, but better imo. Here’s the character breakdown:

Macie = Monica (still a chef)

Adam = Ross (still a paleontologist)

Harry = Chandler (still works a job that no one really has any idea of what he actually does)

Niall = Joey (still an aspiring actor)

Penny = Phoebe (still a massage therapist)

Rachel = Rachel

When Rachel walks out on her fiance on the day of their engagement party, the only thing she can think to do is go to her old best friend, Macie, someone she hasn’t spoken to in years. Macie welcomes Rachel with open arms, and introduces her to her group of friends. Two of which Rachel already knows - Macie’s older brother Adam, and his old college roommate Harry.

Harry, and is current roommate Niall, live across the hall from Macie. Penny lives a few blocks away near Adam. Penny used to live with Macie. Since Macie has a spare room that’s not being used, Rachel moves in with her that same day.

Adam’s marriage with Jackie just ended, so he sees Rachel as this beam of light. He’s liked her since they were kids, why not go for it? As nice and sweet and handsome as Adam is, Rachel stays oblivious to his advances. Especially since she’s trying to start her life over. And especially since she has a secret shared past with the curly haired man across the hall.

April 23, 2022

It’s an ordinary Saturday morning. The gang is hanging out at their usual, local coffee shop. The majority of them live in the apartments upstairs, so it’s easy for them to frequent. The WiFi is fast and free, and the coffee isn’t terribly expensive. Plus, the muffins and pastries are made fresh daily.

Macie, Niall, Harry, Adam, and Penny are all sitting around. It’s a rainy day out. Penny is tuning her acoustic guitar, Niall is looking over his lines for an off broadway show he’s been cast in, Adam and Macie are looking at some pictures their mother texted to them earlier, and Harry is scrolling on his phone. Separate togetherness is their favorite pastime.

The front entrance of the coffee shop swings open suddenly. A young woman, drenched from the rain, walks in as she catches her breath, dropping two large luggage bags to the floor. This catches the attention of just about everyone in the place. The woman crosses the shop over to the counter.

“Excuse me, may I please have a cup of water?” The woman asks one of the workers behind the bar.

“Oh my god, Rachel?” Macie stands up with wide eyes.

“Macie!” Rachel shrieks with relief, and runs over to hug her. “Thank god, thank god.”

“Are you okay? You’re soaked. What are you doing here?” Macie asks as she grabs some napkins to try to dry Rachel off with.

“This is going to sound really creepy, but obviously we’re friends on insta, and you check in here all the time so I thought this would be the best place to find you. We haven’t talked in so long, I was scared to just DM you.”

“You’re really dressed up.” Macie looks Rachel up and down. She’s wearing a lovely, white jumpsuit.

“Um, yeah…did you see that I got engaged recently?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I just ran out on my engagement party.”

“Hey, Mace, care to share with the class?” Penny asks.

“Oh!” Macie guides Rachel over to the gang. “Everyone, this is my childhood best friend, Rachel. Rach, you remember my brother, Adam, right?”

“Sure, hi.” Rachel gives Adam a friendly hug. He’s ecstatic.

“And this is Harry, I think you guys met a few times back in the day. He was Adam’s college roommate.” Macie goes on.

“Yeah.” Rachel gives Harry a small wave.

“And this is Niall, Harry’s current roommate. He’s an aspiring actor. And this is Penny. She and I used to live together up until recently.”

“It’s so nice to meet all of you.” Rachel says, then looks at Macie. “So…does this mean you’re looking for a roommate?”

“I mean, my apartment is rent controlled thanks to my grandmother, so I’m not actively looking. Why?”

“I…I was sort of hoping maybe I could come stay with you. I…I needed to get out and away from everything. I don’t want to marry my fiancé, and my parents don’t want to listen.”

“You’re engaged?” Adam asks.

“Not after today.” Rachel says. “Mace, I know I’ve been a shitty friend since we graduated college, and I know I don’t deserve any of your kindness, but…you’re the only person I could think of to run to.”

“You said today was your engagement party?” Rachel nods yes at Macie. “Thanks for the invite.” She smirks.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. The woman who was supposed to be my mother in law barely let me invite any of my friends. It’s another reason I don’t want to marry into the family.”

After a bit more context, Adam is carrying the the two large luggage bags that Rachel came running into the coffee shop with up to Macie’s apartment. Everyone else follows behind to see how they can help. Macie gives Rachel some sweats to change into, and sets her up in the shower.

“Wait, so you grew up with this girl?” Niall asks.

“Yeah, we were best friends. We went to different colleges. I obviously went to culinary school, and she joined a sorority. We stayed pretty good friends up until we both graduated. She went back to high society living, and I came to the city to work.” Macie explains. “We stayed friends on social media, but haven’t talked much in a couple of years.”

“She’s pretty hot, I’m kinda glad she’s not getting married.” Niall smirks.

“Maybe wait at least a day until you start hitting on her.” Macie rolls her eyes playfully.

“Or not at all.” Adam says.

“I don’t know, it could make her laugh.” Harry chimes in.

“Oh! I could play her a song!” Penny says cheerily.

“I think we should just give her some space for tonight. She’s obviously been through a lot today.” Macie says, giving Penny’s shoulder a squeeze. “Guys, would you mind going out to pick up a couple of pizzas? Comfort food is going to be much needed.”

“Sure.” Harry nods.

“I’ll stay here.” Adam says. “I’m another familiar face, could make her feel more comfortable.”

“I’ll go.” Penny volunteers. “I want to get a gluten free pizza.”

Penny, Niall, and Harry all leave. Rachel comes out of the bathroom in Macie’s clothes, looking much more fresh. Her face is still a little puffy from crying, but she’s feeling better.

“The others went out for pizza, they’ll bring it back soon.” Macie says. “Do you want some tea or anything?”

“No, thank you.” Rachel gives her a soft smile. Her phone buzzes in her hand and she sighs heavily. “I’m turning this off. If I get one more call from my parents, I’ll scream.”

“Do they at least know you’re alright?” Adam asks.

“Yeah, I let them know I was somewhere safe, and that I’d call in a few days.”

“If you didn’t want to get married, why’d you say yes to your fiancé?” Adam asks.

“I felt pressured. He asked me in a really public setting, and I didn’t want to embarrass him. This morning I packed a ton of my shit because I knew it was now or never. He had to work earlier, so he had no idea I packed things up. He was blindsided, so I feel guilty about that, but I needed to get out.”

“Was he…abusing you at all?” Adam asks carefully.

“No.” Rachel shakes her head. “He’s a very kind man, he’s just not my forever. I don’t want to be a house wife on the arm of some doctor who has no time for me or our kids.”

“You were going to marry a doctor?” Macie asks.

“Yeah, Brad’s an orthodontist.”

“Brad?” Adam repeats.

“It’s short for Bradford. He’s forty, and very kind, and was loving. But…I felt pressured to stay with him, and-“

“I’m sorry, forty? Aren’t you only twenty-six?” Adam asks.

“Yeah, so?”

“So…your parents were okay with that age difference?”

“They love Brad, are you kidding?” Rachel scoffs. “Their darling daughter was going to marry a doctor. They were over the moon excited.”

“Pizza’s here!” Niall says as he opens the door. “Hey, Rachel, feeling any better?”

“Much.” Rachel nods. “Thanks for going out in this awful weather.”

“No problem. Pizza cures everything.” Penny smiles.

Rachel fills the rest of the gang in on her life with Brad. They take turns asking her various questions. Harry doesn’t ask her much of anything, he just chimes in with comments here and there. Several bottles of wine are opened. Niall ends up taking Penny home, to make sure she got back alright. Macie had to go to bed because she had to be in early at the restaurant. Adam had basically eyed Harry to tell him to get lost so he did, which left Rachel alone with him.

“I’m sorry to hear about your divorce, by the way.” Rachel says to Adam.

“Oh, thanks. It was for the best. I think we’re both much happier now.” He sits up a little and clears his throat. “You know, when we were younger…I had a huge crush on you.”

“Yeah, I knew.” She smiles.

“Oh…I always just thought you looked at me like I was Macie’s nerdy older brother.”

“I did.” Rachel’s smile grows.

“Oh.” Adam clears his throat again. “Do you still think I’m nerdy?”

“You’re a paleontologist, so yeah a little. But you’ve matured a lot.”

“Would you ever…you know, when you’re feeling up to it…want to go out sometime?”

“Maybe, yeah.” Her smiles continues. “I don’t think I’ll be ready to date for a while, but when I am, I’ll let you know.”

“Cool.” Adam smiles. “Well, I’m sure you’re exhausted. I hope you sleep alright.”

“Thank you, Adam.”

Rachel watches him leave before shuffling into her new bedroom. Macie spent some time making sure everything was good to go in there for her. As she lays down, she can’t help but start crying. She turns her phone on, and sees the dozens of texts and calls she missed. She opens up her text thread with Brad and sends him a simple, I’m sorry, before turning her phone back off.

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freetheshit-outofyou · 1 year

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I hurt my shoulder last night, today I had to go to 40 miles to the ER because the pain was just a bit to much.

I show up to the hospital and the lobby is full of security dealing with a combative guest. I haven't even gotten into the ER yet.

The ER only had about 15 people in it when I got there so that was nice. The guy going on and one about Tom Hanks movies with his buddy, who was invisible by the way, was informative.

Then a guy with tattoos all over his face got into the Tom Hanks movie discussion, that started an argument between the first guy, his invisible buddy and the new guy.

Not to be out done, a 3rd or 4th guy, depending on how you classify the invisible guy, jumped in the conversation with "I saw on YouTube that libraries have cameras that recorded people to block their access to public spaces" At that point all parties involved went batshit and I was call into the back.

I was relaying this to an old Army buddy and he came up with a new event. Partake of your preferred drink or smoke and just watch the ER waiting room, I think he's onto something because it is both terrifying and entertaining at the same time. The end result is a torn supraspinatus tendon in my right shoulder.

#upstate nevada #northern nevada #reno #the er is always an adventure

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Shadeflesh Assailant - CR17 Shifter/Shadowdancer

An NPC based on Meliodas from the Seven Deadly Sins anime.

Artwork by SonimBlenim on DeviantArt.

There's something compelling to me about anime-style combatants that don't wear armor. I'm always trying to do that with my own player characters, and this time I did it with an NPC.

This character is a fiendflesh shifter, an unusual shifter archetype. There are almost no published shifter NPCs in the first place, so a regular shifter probably would have been a useful stat block for me to publish already, without giving it an edgy archetype and multiclassing into shadowdancer. Oh well!

It has a custom magic item that gives it 1/3 spellcasting, the shadespell earrings. I also gave it a third-party spell, shadow mage armor, published by The Knotty Works. Its powerful and expensive equipment, plus its unusually high ability scores, increase its CR by 1. However, because so much of its equipment is in the form of magic tattoos, it still only gives slightly more treasure than a typical CR17 humanoid enemy.

It only casts Shadow Weapon if an ally needs a weapon, and only casts Umbral Gear if it needs something other than a weapon. If it gets disarmed, it can just use its claws or spells.

The tiefling version of Smite Good interacts interestingly with the defile armor spell. Because the smite effect ends as soon as a tiefling makes a successful attack, a shadeflesh assailant prefers to smite at the end of its turn and then attack at the start of its next turn, instead of smiting right before the attack. Defile armor is mostly just useful for the AC, though.

Sorry for the one billion class features. This is what happens when I try to follow the rules for PC character creation when making an enemy NPC. I even left out some of the shifter abilities that it'll never use, like track and wild empathy.

When running this creature in combat, you probably want to start off the fight with Fiendish Aspect and shadowform, using the weaker buff spells only if you have rounds to spare. Illusions, darkness, and Shadow Jump might give you those rounds to spare, though. Shadow evocation is probably best used to cast controlled fireball, or maybe wall of fire if you need to separate creatures from each other. Don't use it to cast wall of ice unless you want to spend the rest of your session trying to wrap your brain around how walls that are 20% real work when something hits them.

Shadeflesh Assailant - CR 17

Garbed in swirling shadows of physically manifested darkness which have formed themselves into claws and wings, this swordsman stares intently. A dark sigil is branded into his forehead.

XP 102,400 Tiefling, fiendflesh shifter 9 / shadowdancer 8 NE Medium outsider (native) Init +8 Senses see in darkness; Perception +21

DEFENSE

AC 31, touch 25, flat-footed 26 (+4 defensive instinct, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 mage armor, +2 natural, +6 Wis); +4 vs. AoO hp 217 (17d10+119) plus 28 temp hp Fort +18, Ref +16, Will +15; +1 vs. illusion spells Defensive Abilities defensive instinct, defensive roll, evasion, improved uncanny dodge, shadow duplicate (4/day), slippery mind Resist cold 5, electricity 10, fire 10

OFFENSE

Speed 30 ft. Melee +3 falchion +24/+19/+14 (2d4+12/18–20) or 2 claws +23 (1d6+6) Special Attacks fiendish aspect, shadow jump, smite good

Shadowdancer Spell-like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +11) 4/day—silent image (DC 15, see Shadow's Embrace text) 3/day—shadow conjuration (DC 18) 1/day—shadow evocation (DC 19)

Runeward Tattoo Spell-like Abilities (CL 17th; concentration +20) At will—detect magic (illusion auras only)

Spells Prepared (CL 6th; concentration +12) 4th (2/day)—greater false life (already cast), shadowform (DC 21) 3rd (3/day)—communal protection from good, defile armor, unholy ward 2nd (5/day)—corpse lanterns, desecrate, false life (x2), shadow mage armor (already cast, see text) 1st (6/day)—dark whispers, darting duplicate (x4), shadow weapon

BASE STATISTICS

Without shadow mage armor, the shadeflesh assailant's statistics are: AC 24, touch 20, ff 24; Skills Stealth +26

STATISTICS

Str 23, Dex 18, Con 22, Int 10, Wis 23, Cha 16 Base Atk +15; CMB +21; CMD 42 Feats Combat Expertise, Dodge, Inscribe Magical Tattoo, Iron Will, Mobility, Power Attack, Shadow's Embrace, Spell Focus (illusion), Toughness Skills Acrobatics +17, Bluff +18, Climb +8, Craft (calligraphy) +8, Disguise +11, Fly +14, Knowledge (planes) +14, Linguistics +4, Perception +21, Perform (dance) +8, Stealth +30, Swim +12; Racial Bonuses +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth Languages Abyssal, Common, Druidic, Infernal, Necril SQ hide in plain sight, rogue talents (shadow duplicate, umbral gear), shifter claws Combat Gear +3 falchion, aquatic ring of resistance +2, runeward tattoo (illusion), swirling smoke tattoo, weapon tattoo, shadespell earrings

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Defensive Instinct (Ex) When unarmored, not using a shield, unencumbered, and conscious, a shadeflesh assailant adds its Wisdom bonus (typically +6) to its AC and CMD. If it is wearing nonmetal armor or using a nonmetal shield, it instead adds half its Wisdom bonus to her AC (typically +3). In addition, the shifter gains a +4 bonus to her AC and CMD regardless of armor. These bonuses are already included in its statistics above.

These bonuses to AC apply even against touch attacks and when the shadeflesh assailant is flat-footed. It loses these bonuses when it is immobilized or helpless.

Defensive Roll (Ex) Once per day, a shadeflesh assailant can attempt to avoid a lethal blow. When it would be reduced to 0 or fewer hit points by damage in combat (from a weapon or other blow, not a spell or special ability), the shadeflesh assailant can attempt to roll with the damage by attempting a Reflex saving throw (DC = damage dealt). If the save succeeds, the shadeflesh assailant takes only half damage from the blow; if the save fails, it takes full damage.

The shadeflesh assailant must be aware of the attack and able to react to it in order to execute its defensive roll—if it is denied its Dexterity bonus to AC, it can’t use this ability. The shadeflesh assailant's evasion ability does not apply to the defensive roll.

Fiendish Aspect (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can temporarily transform its body into an amalgam of otherworldly evil creatures as a swift action. While in this form, it gains a gore natural attack that deals 1d6 points of damage, shadowy wings that grant a fly speed of 30 feet (average maneuverability), and DR 2/good.

Additionally, each time a shadeflesh assailant uses Fiendish Aspect, it can choose to gain one of the following benefits:

Acid resistance 10 and a +4 profane bonus on saves against disease

Its electricity resistance doubles to 20

Its fire resistance doubles to 20

A shadeflesh assailant can maintain this form for 12 minutes per day. The duration does not need to be consecutive but must be spent in 1-minute increments.

Hide in Plain Sight (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can use the Stealth skill even while being observed. As long as it is within 10 feet of an area of dim light, it can hide itself from view in the open without anything to actually hide behind. It cannot, however, hide in its own shadow.

Shadow Duplicate (Su) Four times per day as an immediate action when the shadeflesh assailant is hit, it can create a single shadow duplicate of itself, as per mirror image (caster level 17). The GM randomly determines whether the attack hit the shadeflesh assailant or the shadow duplicate. The shadow duplicate lasts for 17 rounds, or until the shadow duplicate is dispelled or destroyed. This ability does not stack with the mirror image spell.

Shadow's Embrace (Sp) By spending a use of its silent image shadowdancer spell-like ability, a shadeflesh assailant can instead cast darkness centered on itself. As a standard action, it can raise or lower the illumination level of the effect, from darkness up to normal light.

Shadow Jump (Su) A shadeflash assailant can travel between shadows as if by means of a dimension door spell. The limitation is that the magical transport must begin and end in an area with at least some dim light. A shadeflesh assailant can jump up to a total of 160 feet each day in this way; this may be a single jump of 160 feet or multiple smaller jumps. This amount can be split among many jumps, but each one, no matter how small, counts as a 10-foot increment.

Shifter Claws (Su) A shadeflesh assailant's claws count as magic, evil, cold iron, and silver for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction.

Slippery Mind (Ex) If a shadeflesh assailant is affected by an enchantment spell or effect and fails its saving throw, it can attempt it again 1 round later at the same DC. It gets only this one extra chance to succeed on its saving throw.

Smite Good (Su) Once per day, a tiefling with this racial trait can smite a good-aligned creature. As a swift action, the tiefling chooses one target within sight to smite. If this target is good, the tiefling adds its Charisma bonus (typically +2) to attack rolls against the target and gains a bonus on damage rolls against the target equal to the tiefling's number of Hit Dice (typically +17). This effect lasts until the first time the tiefling successfully hits its designated target.

Spellcasting Thanks to its shadespell earrings, a shadeflesh assailant is considered a prepared divine spellcaster, gaining spell slots at the same rate as a ranger. Like a ranger, it uses Wisdom for spellcasting, and its caster level is 3 lower than its actual level.

A shadeflesh assailant draws its spells from the antipaladin spell list, as well as any illusion and necromancy spells on the witch spell list. If a spell appears on both spell lists at different spell levels, a shadeflesh assailant uses the lower spell level.

The shadespell earrings count as a holy symbol when casting spells with a divine focus component.

Summon Shadow (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can summon a shadow, an undead shade. Its statistics are described below. This shadow serves as a companion to the shadeflesh assailant and can communicate intelligibly with the shadeflesh assailant.

If a shadow companion is destroyed, or the shadeflesh assailant chooses to dismiss it, the shadeflesh assailant must make a DC 15 Fortitude save or gain one permanent negative level. A destroyed or dismissed shadow companion cannot be replaced for 30 days.

Swirling Smoke Tattoo A shadeflesh assailant wears a swirling smoke tattoo. If the tattoo is visible when the shadeflesh assailant is hit by a melee or ranged attack or when the bearer fails a Reflex save, the shadeflesh assailant can activate the tattoo to shroud itself in mist as an immediate action. This imposes a 20% miss chance on attacks made against the bearer. On a failed Reflex save, it grants the ability to reroll the Reflex save and gain a +4 bonus.

The shadeflesh assailant can use the tattoo's ability three times per day.

Umbral Gear (Su) As a standard action while in an area of dim light or darkness, a shaeflesh assailant can coalesce wisps of shadow into a quasi-real, functional item. It can choose whether to make a crowbar, 50 feet of silk rope, a glass cutter, a light melee weapon with which she is proficient, a reversible cloak, thieves’ tools, or a wire saw; the GM may allow other similar items. The shadeflesh assailant can use such items for 27 minutes per day. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be used in 1-minute increments.

An item created with this ability remains until the shadeflesh assailant is no longer touching it, or until it runs out of duration for this talent, at which time it dissolves.

Weapon Tattoo A shadeflesh assailant wears a weapon tattoo. This tattoo can store one medium weapon, typically its +3 falchion. Storing a weapon in the tattoo is a full-round action, but removing a weapon from the tattoo is only a swift action.

Shadow Companion

NE Medium undead (incorporeal) Init +2 Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8

DEFENSE

AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 12 (+2 deflection, +2 Dex, +1 dodge) hp 108 (half of master's hp; 3 HD) Fort +12, Ref +12, Will +6; +4 vs. positive energy Defensive Abilities incorporeal, channel resistance +2 Immune undead traits, turn undead, command undead

OFFENSE

Speed fly 40 ft. (good) Melee incorporeal touch +17 (1d6 Strength damage) Special Attacks create spawn

STATISTICS

Str —, Dex 14, Con —, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 15 Base Atk +15; CMB +17; CMD 30 Feats Dodge, Skill Focus (Perception) Skills Fly +11, Perception +8, Stealth +8 (+12 in dim light, +4 in bright light); Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth in dim light (–4 in bright light) Languages Common, Necril

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Strength Damage (Su) A shadow companion’s touch deals 1d6 points of Strength damage to a living creature. This is a negative energy effect. A creature dies if this Strength damage equals or exceeds its actual Strength score.

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Looong Holiday Weekend

Saturday morning @lessjokes and I got up and biked to St. Francis for breakfast and then popped into Beretta for a quick marg before Indy 5 at the Alamo, after which we biked to the friends 'n' fam opening of Jesse's new Enterprise Brewing where we ran into Theresa and Chris and Jane and Dave and Fred. The pilsner is pretty good. I bought some merch from Lauren and made a plan with her to meet up the next day at Stern Grove for Santigold and OGI, then Jess and Jane and I went to dinner at Ryo's new place Kuma on Valencia which was bomb. Then Jess and I went home (me electing to skip the Star Decay show and the Blue Velvet screening in favor of saving up energy for the next day) and she packed up and went to the airport and I watched a movie and went to sleep early. In the morning I caught the 23 out to the concert and hung out with Lauren and her friends on her blanket, and I ran into David and Kaveena and chatted for a bit. Santi was pretty good. Then I caught the M-Ocean or K-Ingleside (first time in a while either way) back to town and grabbed a 12er of Truly to take to Sylvia's backyard birthday BBQ. I arrived at the same time as Dave's friend from Barcelona, so we talked Barcelona for a bit, then I talked to Fred about being teenage punks turned 40ish old guys. I met Rebecca for the first time, she seemed pretty cool. Matt's kid was really funny. I drank a bunch of Trulys and ate a platter of grilled zucchini nobody was touching, and then afternoon turned into a blur. After midnight I walked with Fiona a few blocks, gossiped about the day and then hopped a sharebike home. The next day I took the ferry over to Oakland to meet Jane at the Snail Bar 2-year anniversary party. We had crudite, Colombian hot dogs and shrimp tostadas, all of which were bomb, then I caught a ride back to Jane's place and we caught the sunset on the deck and sobered up and then I drove my car (which I'd left there the previous week after our final dinner at Longbranch before David's retirement) back home and chilled out for an hour before catching the 24 over the hill to the Knockout to meet up with Sylvia, Fiona, Rebecca and Dave for karaoke. I sang "Only You" by Yaz and "When You're Gone" by the Cranberries, thinking of Jess far away, and I ran into my guy @chineseripofff for the first time in years and we hugged a lot and talked about the old days, and we all had to stay til just about closing to see Dave do "The Passenger," which was worth it. Fiona didn't sing but seemed to have the best time out of all of us. Rebecca gave us some cool tips about nightlife in the Excelsior, and then I caught the 49 with her in that direction, forgetting that the 24 I was gonna transfer to didn't run at that time of night, so I ended up walking all the way up Cortland to grab a sharebike. (I wanted this to be one huge paragraph btw but Tumblr is making me break it up...)

The next day was the 4th, so I got up and went Duc Loi to get stuff to bring to @corntard's BBQ. I got a 12er of Topo Chico hard seltzers (which turned out to be not as good as Truly, in my opinion, despite the cooler packaging), King's Hawaiian rolls (because they were out of hot dog buns), two bags of ice, and a coconut water. Mike, Constance and @westerday were there when I arrived, followed by Kate and Sean, Javier and Leti, Dave and Sylvia, and then Sunny and Rebecca and a few others later on. We talked film stuff, the new bike lanes on Valencia, travel, the old days, and probably lots of other topics, ate Korean dogs and taters and a couple big salads, and then the sun was setting and it was time to go. Dave and I strolled by the Make-Out Room but the Healing Gems show hadn't even started yet so we grabbed a booth for two at the LAC and talked about social anxiety and romantic relationships for a while. Upon our return to the Make-Out Room, Stella and Justin and Shannon and Greg were outside smoking and I hadn't seen Stella in a WHILE and she had a bunch of fun news to talk about, so we basically missed the entire Adron set (although we could see it and hear it decently from out front) just catching up. A very well dressed @vicwomg came over to say hi and we talked about the Wednesday night jazz scene briefly. It was cool to have this particular group randomly hanging out after all these years. Stella and Justin had to take off, so I went inside to watch Healing Gems. Sylvia arrived and found me and Dave. Healing Gems were pretty good. Dave and I bought LPs and we sat at a booth and finished our drinks and then I went home. The next day I spent mostly on the couch recovering, but I had a nice FaceTime with Jess and ate some healthy stuff and then went to Doc's to meet up with Dave and Sylvia (yet again) for a drink before Weird Wednesday at the Alamo. Innerspace holds up. Another drink at Doc's after and then home. The next day, another day on the couch, followed by another trip to the Alamo (with Dave and Sylvia again, and Helena) for the premiere of Joy Ride, which fucking RIPS, after which Dave and I caught a car to the Savoy Tivoli for Wesley's 40th birthday party. Mike, Constance, Sunny and a few others I didn't know were there. I talked to Sunny at length about the arc of her special friendship with Veljko, which was pretty entertaining. I met Wesley's friend Rabin who was wearing a kickass hot pink Madonna crewneck. (Hope she's okay.) Then Mike and Constance had to go home, so we took a bunch of photos in the street out front and then they left and the rest of us went to Bow Bow where I sang "Those Were the Days" and "The Wanderer" for Wesley (get it?) and then Wesley did a great performance where he sang "mammas don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies" instead of the real line which was very funny and awfully poignant? Dave (three times I think!) opted to sing songs he didn't know because nobody else wanted to do them. Then a bunch of bros came in and took the place over so we left. Now it's the next day and I'm recharging on the couch (and seeing if my memory still works) before Melanie gets to town in a couple hours and it's time to go out again. Wesley says he's gonna be in the "south Mission" tonight if anybody wants to meet up.

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 2 years

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Another sneak peek of an unfinished draft for Sage x MC. It was suppose to be celebrating either 4th of July or his birthday but I got busy and lazy. Sorry.

Here we go again. Astrea's citizens had appeared extraordinary in my opinion when they brushed passed Sage and me endlessly within the market area of Porrima. Up close I could see flocks of bird-like, reptile, watermarked shoppers and so on. Fishermen with tortoise shells and numerous mammals lurked under tents by the docks and peir's. The shopping district sold all sorts of trinkets to behold. Yet, rotten irritation is boiling underneath my heated skin, unaware Sage was beckoning for my undivided attention. Finally, the tension of his furrowed-brow stare became overwhelming for a person such as myself to ignore him about the tension in the air now.

I inhale the seasoned air, "What? Did you have anything to say to me too? Or do you agree with Anisa and Felix?!"

He just looks ahead for a moment. "Why does this of all things piss you off? It's just a party idea….that you mentioned. He scratches the white fluff behind his ears, "I'm just glad, we don't have to do any work for the rest of the day. Or deal with the demon furball, undead deer, or red eyed kitten. This heat is making my fur slick.", he spits after wiping his sweaty face, he flicks his gloved fingers at me.

"Ew, gross Sage!!", I slap him on the shoulder for him to venture ahead of me laughing his furry ass off. "Sage, do you realize even though I had the idea to celebrate your birthday." Anisa and Felix are the hosts of the party, which isn't the part infuriating me. Rather for the part they both don't trust me to help out to plan a spectacular, astonishing, jaw-dropping extravaganza for my one of a kind boyfriend. "And I believe we could do more than sit around and do nothing for you to walk into a room full of simple balloons and alcohol. Especially, when trouble we have all been waiting around to deal with countless enemjes!", I sputter with anxiety. He snickers to be left with dragging me to the food stans for a bite to eat our hearts out. I loll a bit beside him, until I glimpse an odd booth that has party supplies.

Colorful festive items are organized on top of the purple skulled tablecloth with price tags galore. Strangely enough, there are fireworks but shaped weirdly. (The shape of a blue glass shoe, a frog with X's for eyes, and a misshapen star). My eyes move on to ribbons with designs of speckled color blotted to give an illusion for the spectators eye to behold. Rubies and diamonds littered the table to look sparkly for it to catch onlookers. Not until I looked up to see a dark-skinned young man with a skull painted face that smirks down at my prying eyes. I propelled my figure up with a blush of wondering how long he was there. He was tall with spindle-like trimmed fingers holding a slim wooden cane that had a crow skull at the top. His black braided hair was curled to his right side not fully blocking his handsome features. Smiling proudly he leaned toward me with an orb in his palm.

"Look into this orb! What does the eye wander?" he hands over the orb to me to observe better.

Nothing shows that I can glimpse inside the mist. I just huff, "There is nothing the stars or traits couldn't show me as well." I peer at Sage who searches the nearby food stand for pastries. (He doesn't care for the magic felix, rime, and I practice daily. Still, I want him to enjoy a little bit of fun for this week to come and go.)

Turning back toward the enthusiastic man to then hand him the orb he has vanished from my line of sight in a quick instance. I glance around to find him packing up his table early in the morning light. (Weird. Maybe, he travels a lot?)

"Umm, here you go. It was a pleasure to meet you...." he whirls to me to wiggle a finger at me.

All he says, " Take caution to the object I present to you as a gift of taking the time of day to witness my shop. Listen carefully, a deal is a deal and I only sell the finest products no one else can find with a sale included." He gently hands me a small box with a mystery mark on the top to slide my interest in what's inside. "Make a wish and all your dreams come true up till midnight then the fantasy is gone like a whip in the night. Be careful of how you word your wish!

The entire draft I typed but did not finish. Do you want to see more of this Explosive party shenanigan?

#fictif #last legacy #gender neutral reader #sage lesath #sage x reader #crossover #disney twisted wonderland

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jaskier and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

the 4th part in my runaway baby series is now up on my ao3! its modern au with baby!ciri, single parent geralt, and struggling artist jaskier

jaskier has a terrible day, but geralt has a few ideas on how to help. ciri tries out some new names.

pure fluff, fluff, and nothing but fluff, 3.6k words, no warnings

read the entire piece here

Jaskier was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Yes, just like the book. His day was made incredibly much worse when he made the reference to the book, only for his high schooler co-worker to say, “what, like the movie?”

It was simply a miracle that Jaskier didn’t voluntarily stick his hand in the blender before his shift was out.

But his shift was- thankfully, blissfully- done. All that was left was to ride the humid and dank subway, walk the three blocks to his apartment, pray that the air conditioner was working, walk up the stairs, and hopefully fall asleep for the foreseeable future.

That plan was immediately derailed when he stepped out of Starbucks, still stuffing his apron into his bag, and ran straight into a brick wall- a familiar, breathing brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless.

Geralt caught Jaskier by the elbows before he could tumble down, and steadily righted him.

“Fuck!” Jaskier yelped, regardless. He looked up into Geralt’s infuriatingly handsome face, and repeated himself, for good measure. “Fuck!”

Jaskier looked down, and noticed the neat button up shirt that Geralt had tucked into a fancy pair of slacks. Geralt’s hair was tied up neatly into a small bun on the back of his head, with only a few strands of white hair dangling in his face. He immediately remembered what day it was.

“Fuck!”

Geralt, still holding onto Jaskier’s elbows, frowned.

“What?”

“Fucking-” Jaskier said. He ripped his arms free to gesticulate wildly. A passing man had to duck to avoid being slapped in the face. “Fucking everything! Today!”

“Today?” Geralt repeated. He snatched Jaskier’s hand out of the air and laced their fingers together. “Truck?”

“Truck.” Jaskier sighed, nodding. He followed Geralt across the street to where the familiar truck was parked. They were technically jay-walking, but Geralt was such a beast that Jaskier was fairly certain that a car would bounce off of his pecs, if they dared to try it.

Ciri’s carseat was still in the back, but was void of any blond-haired baby. Jaskier felt momentarily relieved, and then immediately guilty, as if he was betraying his best friend (who was a baby) for not wanting her around.

Geralt got behind the wheel, but didn’t start the car. Instead, he handed Jaskier a miraculously still cold bottle of water, and a granola bar. Jaskier shoved both down his face in what could have only been an extremely unattractive way, but Geralt kept his focus on him.

“What happened?” Geralt asked. Jaskier took another gulp of the water and sighed. Now that he was properly hydrated, and good enough of a distance away from the hell that is Starbucks, he didn’t feel like he was going to punch the next person he saw. This was a good thing, because the person who was right in front of him was actually very sweet, and probably had a face made out of steel that would break Jaskier’s hand if he tried to punch it.

“I had to come in early, because Clara called out, most likely because she was too hung over from the party she posted about on her Snapchat about, which meant that I had like, ten minutes from when I woke up to get ready for work, because otherwise Trevor would have had to open by himself, and I’m not sure if the man is even humanly capable of turning the keys in the lock himself. So I get to work, and of course, someone forgot to mark half of the shit that went expired, so on top of trying to get rid of the expired shit, and trying to prevent the trainees from using the expired shit, I also was still the one competent person on shift, which meant I had to handle it whenever customer interactions went south, which, of course, they did. There’s this new TikTok trend where people specifically order the hardest to fucking blend shit- I thought we were going to lose all of the blenders in one fell swoop. Did I mention that I had to come in early, and had about five minutes to enjoy scalding hot coffee before the hoardes came in? On top of that, my feet fucking hurt, because I wore the wrong shoes, and-”

“Jaskier.” Geralt cut in. Jaskier paused, wondering if he had said too much, overstepped or just totally dumped onto Geralt, but the man was still looking at him, his eyes soft. “Breathe.”

read the rest on my ao3!

#em posts #my fics #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #the witcher fanfiction

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the-seer-of-the-faithful · 2 years

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Chapter 1: Boys will be Boys

A couple weeks after school started, things got a bit less hectic. Chancellor Knox called me in to personally make sure I was settling in the best way possible. Those were the most uncomfortable 15 minutes of my life. Gladly for me, Cole and Tea were waiting outside her office so we could go for lunch.

Wednesdays were the most exhausting part of my week. Full block of physics with Watts, full block of history with Coleman. Then lunch, then it was Atkins, and I had to finish my day with musical expression with Prof. Gallagher. It was a nice wrap of the day, considering that was the only class I could actually pick for myself this term, but it still was exhausting having to study both physics and history the same morning.

Making our way to the dining hall, Cole trailed off to the jocks. He had made it into the lacrosse team by the skin of his teeth; I had never quite realized how brutal the competition truly was. We made our way to the queue. Today there were an assortment of prepared meals I wasn't big on, and sandwiches with refresher drinks. We barely took anything, and made our way to an empty table. As soon as we were seated, Tea let out a contemptuous sigh. "Well, at least we know he's blending in with them."|

While it was true, it gave me an odd feeling. "What do you mean?"

She looked at me, half trying to dodge the question, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to get off the hook that easily. After a small staring contest, she finally caved in. "It's always been Cole and I. We're not precisely loners, but everyone has a massive group of friends, and then there's him and I -- so I'm glad he's finding a nice place for himself within them."|

I seriously wondered if she was all that alright. "You know amount never beats quality, right?" I pointed out, taking a small bite out of my sandwich. She merely replied with a shrug.

After a rather long time of Cole bantering with Blake, Mason and the rest of the team, he finally decided to join us. Don't get me wrong, I was more than glad he was making new friends, and he was fitting in with the most popular people at school. However... According to Teagan, they had been friends since they were 5 or so. And by the looks of it, it had always been just the two of them. So now, leaving Teagan with the newbie for his new friends every single day, weekends included -- well, it did seem like a rather upsetting thing to do.

"Hey guys, sorry that took a minute. Blake invited me over to his place for the Bolton homecoming party, can you believe it?" He excitedly took a bite of his now-cold food.

Tea was ecstatic. "That's amazing C, when is it? What should I wear? You think Jemma's gonna go? I should..."

Cole gave Teagan a slightly sad look. I was slightly taken aback, could she be... "I'm definitely gonna ask him if you can come, you too Sage, that party's gonna rock."

It was more than obvious how all of Teagan's excitement left her. "Oh, don't worry, you go for me, have an amazing night. I hear Sierra will be attending as well," she coyly joked. Cole couldn't have made it more obvious how uncomfortable that girl's name made him. The bell rang before Cole could even get a second bite of his food. He ran off with the guys we assumed were the jocks for practice.

Meanwhile, Teagan and I shared that one class with Atkins starting today -- something about a mix up in her schedule.Atkins was rather cheerful' the hour and a half passed by in a blink while we talked about organic chemistry. Teagan had the rest of the day free. As for me, well, musical expression was waiting for me on the 4th floor. That day, we were supposed to present a piece on our most admired classical musician. As I knew most things regarding the subject, I chose Tchaikovsky. Most did Mozart or Beethoven; there was one guy who did Bach.

Prof. Gallagher pulled me aside after class was over. "So here's the thing, you really don't need this class. So how about I make you a monitor? That way you could skip tests on details I'm substantially sure you won't be needing if you'll be pursuing a career in music." I accepted her offer and left her classroom.

Coming out of the Bastion, I ran into Teagan; she was by herself listening to music. After approaching and slightly pressing two fingers against her shoulder, she turned to me. "Oh hey Sage, wanna hit the town? Cole will be on training for most of the afternoon with the new guys, maybe we can grab a bite."

I gave her a nod. "Why not? Let's go." The ride in the car was filled with music from Dua Lipa, Harry Styles, Camila Cabello, and some others whose names I couldn't remember. I found their music boring, especially Ariadna or Ariana something. Teagan was certainly not amused by this, but she let it slide, considering I even cracked a couple smiles when Dua Lipa was playing.

By the time we got there it was already 4PM; we headed to a café called Taylor's. It looked cozy, kinda vintage; I loved the look. "I've been coming here forever, you're gonna love it, especially if you're into cold brew. Taylor still serves other drinks, but cold brew's his specialty."- She took my arm, the bracelets on her wrists making a slight noise. She dragged me a bit through the street until we entered the place. It definitely looked better inside than out -- leather sofas, metal chandeliers, yellow lights, wooden walls and a serious amount of posters. I hadn't the slightest idea as to what their contents were, band names I figured.

Heading to the bar, Teagan drew out her phone and typed something. A few moments later the guy on the counter turned about. Late 20's, pitch-black hair, hazel eyes, considerably buff. "Hey Tea, same as usual?"She laughed a bit, nodding at me. "Oh sorry, I'm Taylor, the owner. I know, shocker -- I couldn't come up with another name for the place." I gave the guy a half smile and a handshake.

"So I'll be getting your special, and..." Teagan said, and looked at me.

"I'm guessing I'll just take whatever you recommend." If there was something I had come to learn the hard way, it was that if you go somewhere, always ask for their specialty or recommendations; there will be time later to try everything else.

"Got it, your spot's right there, I'll ask Octavia to bring your order."

I followed Tea to a table far off in the corner. Talking with her made me feel rather comfortable, which I found rather odd. "So anyways," she began. "I barely know anything about you; what was life like back in London? Left any girl behind? A boy? Spill."

While she was being way more forward than I liked, she had a way of making you want to talk. I felt a bit at ease. I took off my black denim jacket and fixed my hair; the light brown ruffles were ruthless, however I managed. "So I was born and raised there, close to parliament. I attended Ridgestone Middle School; I wasn't all that popular, nor did I have many friends. There was this one person I was interested in, however... well, things didn't go as expected, and something blew up. Coincidentally, my father was about to move here anyways -- the firm was opening a branch close by. So here we are." I avoided several details around the story, like what the thing was that exploded. Or the fact the branch still wouldn't open for another month. But I just wasn't there yet.

"Well, I used to live in New York. When I was 7 my parents moved here, to the house next to Cole's. Our parents have known each other since High School, we're both Laguna Legacy. We used to hang out with this Luca guy, but I don't really know what happened; he just drifted away and eventually left. And day to day might be slightly boring, but every now and then something will happen that stirs everyone's interest." Teagan toyed a bit with her phone after sharing that memory with me

A white blond girl came up to us with two drinks and a couple of snacks; I figured she would be Octavia. "Home-baked, enjoy."- The cups were made of glass, a curious choice.

Tea dug into her cold brew drink as soon as Octavia left, giving it a nice swig before putting it down. "this always lightens me up." She smiled brightly and took a bite of a piece of bread-based snack; it sounded a bit crunchy, and made me slightly hungry. I took my drink. It was hot; I gave it a small sip. Bitter and sweet tastes came to me in waves, like it had something salty in it, but it tasted amazingly good. Tea offered me a bit of her pastry -- the taste of hibiscus and orange filled my mouth as soon as I bit it. It made quite an interesting combination, one I would have never expected."Looks like you like it; ask for what you want. Taylor owes me a favor." It wasn't like I couldn't afford it, but the gesture from Tea was nice, so I didn't argue.

Half an hour and several baked goods in, during a conversation about who was the better actor -- Robert Downey or Chris Evans -- some people came into the shop."Oh shit, turn around," Teagan whispered. We faced the window like it was the most interesting thing we had ever witnessed. "That's Mason," she mouthed. I was slightly intrigued, although I wasn't about to crane my neck over to them and watch like a bird of prey.

"Who was he with?" I asked.

She shrugged, then laughed. "I knew you had a crush."

My face blew up in a red hue, reaching even my ears. "Oh shut it," I hissed, tossing a napkin at her which she brushed off.

"So he's dating now... curious."

That comment piqued my interest a bit. "What do you mean?"

She looked at me in awe, almost forgetting I wasn't from around. She made sure Mason had left, and pulled me to her side. "When Mason was lacrosse team captain a couple years ago, he had a fallout with his best friend, Cato, over someone. They never made it clear who that was; he's always been discreet about his love life. Anyways..." She took a smaller sip of her coffee. "Some people say that it was a girl from Westview, our rival school, who was flirting with both at the time and manipulating them, so they would turn on each other and make us lose the finals that year. Which in the end did happen, there's even a video about it." Teagan pulled out one of her air pods and handed it to me, playing the video. A younger Mason appeared on screen. There were people from the other team giving them a mischievous grin; others didn't quite understand what was going on. Mason and that Cato guy went at it. People from both teams tried splitting them apart, which they instantly regretted, after getting sucker-punched or tossed aside like rag dolls by the mad men those two were in at that moment. Cato landed a couple jabs on Mason, that is, after pinning him on the floor. The screen went black after Chancellor Knox and Chairman Genesis of Westview came about to split them apart

"So, as you can see, there are a couple shady things here and there that make it look like it was Westview in the end, but nothing was solved. And just like that, we lost the match on grounds of violence. Chancellor Knox didn't take it well, and it seemed like Cato was expelled right before graduation." She paused after hearing the door, carefully turning about to see if Mason was back. Lucky for us, it was just Prof. Atkins with Coleman and Watts.

"Isn't it a bit early for the professors to be out here?" I shrugged, sipping my drink once more. "This is amazing, you know? This drink is nothing short of glorious."

She laughed at my remarks, and she dug deeper. "So tell me, any special someone left behind in London?" She nudged me with her elbow. "Oh come on, you're handsome, slim yet strong, your hair is quite beautiful, you have very nice skin, and those sapphire eyes of yours are truly charming."- Teagan winked at me, making me feel slightly uneasy. "Also, I love your style -- that jacket and jeans make a great match. I'd change those Vans though, not a nice color in my opinion" She carried on for a bit about fashion. I didn't get most of it.

I left my drink on the table; I was used to getting criticized for my attire, but never got complimented on it. "I think that's about enough, Teagan." I scratched the back of my neck, looking like a nervous wreck. "I did leave someone behind, part of the blow up I told you about. I'm just not quite ready to talk about it. Not even my parents know about it." She gave me an understanding look. "Oh and about my attire -- I just take what my parents expect me to wear, and use it in a way that's more me than the crafted image they expect me to project."

Her eyes gleamed. "Next time we come here, we're definitely going shopping." She grabbed my hands sort of in a sisterly manner.

Time went by, then Cole joined us. "Hey hotshot, Sage, what's up?" He gave Teagan two kisses and sat, looking sharp in casual t-shirt and jeans attire.

"You won't believe what just happened." Teagan filled Cole in about what had happened with Mason a couple hours earlier.

He was astonished to say the least. After asking a myriad of questions we most certainly didn't have the answers to, and a massive latte, he caved in. "So he was here with someone... Let's hope Westview has nothing to do with this, I'd hate to see Mason go through what happened to him once more." He turned to look at me, as if he were about to explain.

I stopped him."Teagan filled me in. Anyways, I was thinking maybe..."

I was interrupted by a hand on my shoulder. "Well well well, look who we have here, fresh meat who wants a drink"- The bully from my first class at Lacuna gripped my shoulder so hard I could feel it crushing beneath my skin. "Listen up, you might be whoever you think you are, but you outsiders will never be welcome here, get it? You'll just fade away while everyone ignores you."

Teagan stood faster than lightning. "Who do you think you are, Jax?"

He released my poor shoulder and walked up to her. "You should seriously consider what kind of people you surround yourself with, Riggs." The emphasis on her last name was something definitely not to my liking. "And you, Mercer, perhaps Blake should reconsider your place in the team; we don't want anyone getting all cozy with outsiders."

Teagan was about to knock the living hell out of Jax.I stood up, fed up with all of "Listen, whoever you are, your trust issues and fear of loneliness just show how afraid you are to be alone. It's no surprise you're so undesirable. I won't stand by and watch some self obsessed idiot treat my friends like the piece of rubbish they themselves think they are."

Jax took a few steps towards me, clenching his hand. At that point I was more than ready for the blow, perhaps to my face. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but nothing ever happened. "Hey newbie." Mason Drake had immobilized Jax." Sorry for this idiot, I'll see to it he won't bother you again."

Mason gave me a smile while Jax protested. "Yo Mason, wait up, who do you think you are? My father will hear about this; you're done, you hear me?"

Mason dragged him out of Taylor's and then came back. "Sorry for that, he's a bit touchy with anyone who didn't grow up in Lacuna." I merely pursed my lips, trying to let him know it was OK. "I'm heading out, perhaps you guys wanna come along?"

Teagan passed her hair through her hair, before speaking "Well I'm done for the day, thanks Blake. You two go if you feel like it." Cole plummeted in his seat listening to her.

Teagan looked at me, noticing me visibly uncomfortable. "Perhaps next time, I told Sage we'd go to my place later, mother's making sweet madame for dinner. Sorry Mason." He looked visibly disappointed, but what else could I do? It would've most likely been something like a frat party and I don't do those.

I gave Mason one apologetic look. He stood up and left, leaving me feeling kinda down. " Don't sweat it, those parties tend to be too much, even for us,''. Teagan reassured me. I drank the last of my drink and asked Taylor for the bill.

After splitting and paying we made our way to the parking lot. "So Sage, I've been meaning to tell you, we have that group assignment for Atkins; wanna do it together?"

Cole's invitation caught me by surprise;, I had completely forgotten about it. "Of course, come over tomorrow, we can do it then."He agreed, and with that we all left for our respective cars.

Once we took off, Teagan kept a thoughtful look in the car. "What's on your mind?" I asked.

She stopped at a red light and turned to look at me. "Oh it's just... Cole hates group assignments. Why was he so eager to do it this time?"

I pondered; Cole had seemed rather cheerful. These past 2 weeks we had been spending far more time together than I had spent with anyone in the last couple years. He was a nice guy, kept looking out for me and even making sure I ate. "Well I find it sweet; perhaps you could ask?"

She turned to me, looking like she just had an idea."Well, I'll figure it out later, for now let's drop you off." And with that, we carried on with the road to my place.

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