#DID YOU REALIZE IT WAS TRAVIS IMMEDIATELY OR LIKE

[youareinlove]

I WAS!!!

OH MY GOD BESTIE I WAS LITERALLY WONDERING IF WE HAD SOMEONE REPRESENTING THE YOUAREINLOVE BLOG AT WEMBLEY I'M SO HAPPY YOU GOT TO WITNESS THAT LIVE TELL ME EVERYTHINGGGGG

[redfender26]

Got to meet the Critical Role cast again at Florida Supercon last Saturday and was able to talk to Laura and Travis about how much I love Fjorester. I took the opportunity to ask each of them a question that I’ve had since campaign 2 ended. I asked Laura if there was a specific moment where Jester realized she was in love with Fjord and I asked Travis when did Fjord realize he had feelings for Jester.

This was Laura’s answer, “Jester didn’t know that she was in love with Fjord to her it was just a huge crush. She didn’t realize she was in love until they started dating.” She also said she couldn’t remember a specific moment since it was so long ago, which makes sense. So it was at some point between the can I kiss you and end of the campaign.

Travis barely had to think about it, he remembered immediately. Here’s his answer, “I think it was after all of the Avantika stuff. After Avantika came in and she betrayed him and Jester was still there and was like “I’m okay Fjord” Fjord was like oh no, I caught the feels.” So Jester sticking by him even after all the Avantika stuff is what made him realize what Jester meant to him.

[tiramisuucakeee]

HOTLINE BLING ★

( gn! reader x yang jungwon )

IN WHICH: on a boring day, jungwon decides to call an unknown number, wanting to prank them. but it backfires.

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‘ hello? ’

‘ hi, is this the young maternity center? ’

‘ no it’s me. keeho stop fucking bothering me ’

‘ who’s keeho? ’

‘ oh ’

‘ hello?! amir, i need you to deliver food immediately, i’m in the ice age. if you get here in under ten minutes, i will give you two dollars tip ’

‘ okay, whoever you are, stop this prank calling, i’m literally not in the mood for this ’

‘ do you not want your tip? ’

‘ goodbye ’

‘ hello bro, i’m travis scott-y, i need 200 dollars to get back to america ’

‘ oh really? how do i know you’re travis scott? ’

‘ fein fein fein fein fein ’

‘ shut up, stop calling me already, oh my god ’

‘ but you literally asked me to — ’

‘ hold on, listen! please don’t hang up on me! ’

‘ what do you want? ’

‘ to say hi, i’m jungwon, what’s your name? ’

‘ nunya ’

‘ nunya…? ’

‘ none of your business ’

‘ it’s four in the morning, what could you possibly want jungwon? ’

‘ …. ’

‘ hello? ’

‘ you remembered my name! — ’

‘ hey, i’m on my way to the east building on campus, giselle, are you sure macro is on class 2-B? ’

‘ now look who’s the one calling me ’

‘ oh, sorry, i got you mixed up with a friend from uni, didn’t realize ’

’ it’s okay, it happens… so, you’re an econ student? ’

‘ yeah, first year ’

‘ cool, cool. me too. well, not econ. i’m in art school. you know, i never got your name… ’

‘ yeah, because you don’t know who i am ’

‘ well, what’s your name? ’

‘ y/n ’

‘ now i know who you are ’

‘ takes more than that ’

‘ so. y/n, first year econ student, i have a preposition for you, one that you can’t deny ’

‘ what’s that? ’

‘ want to go out for coffee? ’

‘ …. ’

‘ hellooo ’

‘ are you dumb? you’re literally asking a stranger to meet you, what if i’m a criminal or something? you have absolutely no survival instincts ’

‘ so… do you wanna go? ’

‘ you’re paying? ’

‘ of course, i’ll make up for all the prank calls ’

‘ i don’t think anything will make up for that, but okay, maybe just a small part of it ’

‘ great. meet me at your uni’s entrance at 6 ’

‘ how would you know what uni i got to — ’

‘ i have my ways. maybe just a feeling ’

‘ you’re genuinely weird ’

‘ did you get back to your dorm safely? ’

‘ yeah, thanks for driving me back to the complex ’

‘ it’s nothing. thank you for accepting to meet up, i didn’t think you’d show up '

‘ why? ’

‘ survival instincts? ’

‘ right, well my survival instincts want me to go to sleep since i have classes all day tomorrow ’

‘ oh yeah, yeah, don’t let me keep you here ’

‘ wasn’t planning on it ’

‘ goodnight y/n ’

‘ goodnight ’

‘ hey, want to go out today? it’s been years ’

‘ you saw me last week, and we call every day ’

‘ so? ’

‘ alright, you’re coming shopping with me, i need some things for a project. all your calling made me start on it later than the rest, this is your fault ’

‘ eughh, i don’t wanna go do that ’

‘ fine, we can do whatever you want after ’

‘ that’s more like it, i’ll go ’

‘ okay ’

‘ so it’s a date? ’

‘ what? ’

‘ nothing — ’

‘no, i heard you. are you serious? ’

‘ uhhhhhhh, yes? maybe? i don’t know? ’

‘ good, so it’s a date ’

‘ wait, really?! ’

‘ unless you don’t want it to be ’

‘ no! i mean — yes! yes yes yes, okay, i’ll pick you up from your dorm, text me when you’re almost ready, i’m going to go get you flowers ’

‘ okay… see you, jungwon ’

‘ don’t act like that now, i can hear you smiling and grinning like crazy and kicking your feet ’

‘ no. you cannot ’

‘ uhuh, see ya ’

EXTRA:

masterlist.

[oneshotnewbie]

Do you still do station 19 fics? If so could you do a Andy one where the team are over at her house for a get together and they find a police badge and they think it’s tanner’s, but it’s fem reader who Andy has seeing for a while, so the team keeps asking about it until one day they have a call and reader is there to help and gets hurt and Andy is worried until the team realizes that it wasn’t tanner’s badge but readers and later Andy introduces reader to her team.

Authors note: Sorry it's so long. I tried to shorten it but… I didn't succeed, haha.

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The smell of freshly grilled meat was in the air, mixed with the sweet aroma of flowers, as the entire Station 19 team arrived in the backyard of Andy Herrera's house. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and a gentle breeze carried the laughter and conversation of the gathered friends through the air.

It was a rare event that they all came together without a fire or emergency calling them, and it was an opportunity to enjoy a free evening together, recover from the rigors of professional life, and enjoy the camaraderie that bound them so closely as firefighters.

The place was an inviting mix of functional comfort and personal style. Flower arrangements were everywhere, and the canopy was decorated with fairy lights that would later give off a warm and festive glow when the sun went down.

The team scattered into different groups. Vic and Maya were standing by the grill, laughing at a joke Dean had just told while he was turning the meat. Ben and Jack were playing with the kids. Others were curiously exploring the house.

Travis, known for his deep curiosity and love of small discoveries, had retreated into the house to get more beer for the whole crew. As he walked through the living room, he noticed something shiny lying between a book and a photo of Andy's father. He reached for it and pulled out a police badge from the side table by the sofa.

He picked it up and looked at it more closely, turning it over in the soft light of the lamp before running back outside with it. "Hey, guys, look!" he called out loudly, waving the badge in his hand as the door to the house closed behind him.

"What did you find there, Montgomery?" Maya asked curiously as she left her place at the grill and approached him. "Looks like a police badge," he replied with a wide grin and gradually the team members surrounded him. "Who do you think it belongs to?"

"Well, it's obvious," Vic said, pushing past the others to get a better look at the badge. "It must belong to Tanner. Our cop must have left his badge here after a sexy night."

A collective laugh broke out as they gathered around Travis, who was still holding the badge in his hand. Tanner, who had just finished his shift and had come over immediately, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you have there?" he asked, stepping closer amusedly.

"Oh, nothing else," Victoria said mischievously and threw the badge at him. "Just your police badge. You must have left it with Andy last night." Tanner laughed and shook his head as he too looked at the badge and memorized the unknown service number. "That's not mine. My badge is on my belt where it belongs."

"Are you sure?" Ben teased with a broad grin. "Maybe you forgot it the last time you were here and this is just a replacement badge?"

"Oh, I know what's going on here," Maya said, turning to her best friend. "Andy, is there something going on with Tanner and you haven't told us about it?"

Andy, who had been following the conversation from the table, sipped her beer. Her eyes flashed with amusement, but she stayed in the background and tried to keep up her facade. She knew exactly who the badge belonged to, but she wouldn't reveal this secret. "Aren't you going to tell us the truth? And you, Tanner, what do you say in your defense?"

"Guys, I swear I have no idea where this thing comes from," Tanner said, laughing, and pushed his way through the crowd to avoid further questions.

"Maybe it belongs to Herrera herself," Jack suggested, walking behind the brunette. His hands rested on her shoulders, shaking her gently in her seat. "Maybe she's a superhero in her spare time."

"Yeah, exactly," Maya added. "Andy, the hero of Seattle who fights both fire and crime."

"Maybe the badge belongs to someone Andy knows better than we think," Dean added, and everyone started digging deeper into their thoughts. "You guys are really impossible," the brunette said, shaking her head as she started to walk to the grill, the meat long forgotten. "Tanner, explain to them that the badge isn't yours so we don't have to eat burnt meat here."

"I already told them!" Tanner answered loudly, throwing his arms in the air to express his frustration. "That's not my badge. Look, they're not the same identification marks!"

"Then the question remains," Warren said thoughtfully, looking back and forth between the badge on the table, Tanner, and Andy. "Who does it belong to then?"

Andy laughed heartily, but her gaze was impenetrable. She enjoyed the game, but didn't let it show. The secret of the police badge was too precious to reveal now. Especially when it was still so fresh. "You caught me," she finally said jokingly. "I'm secretly a superhero at night."

The team laughed and the topic was soon forgotten as the conversation moved on to other topics. But Andy couldn't help but think of the real story behind the brand.

It didn't belong to Tanner. It belonged to you, the woman Andy had been secretly dating for some time. You were a police officer and she had fallen in love with you without her team knowing. It wasn't out of shame or fear that she kept it a secret, but because she wanted to cement that relationship before sharing it with her family.

Throughout the evening, the atmosphere remained cheerful. They ate, drank and told stories. It was one of those rare moments when they felt like a family. A family bonded together by shared experiences and dangers. But she couldn't stop thinking of you anyway. What it would be like if you were here, joining the family. Secretly, she put the badge into her pocket and stroked it, a smile spreading across her face.

Later, as the sun was setting and the lights in the garden were coming on, Andy sat on the porch with a glass of wine while she listened to the others talking. The voices and laughter of her friends filled the air, but she kept thinking about you and the future you two might had together.

Jack sneaked up and sat next to her, handing her a fresh glass of her favorite wine. "You've been pretty mysterious today, Andy," he remarked with a smile and took a sip of his own beer. "Me? Mysterious?" she repeated innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"That police badge. You know more than you told us."

Andy smiled and looked up at the sky, which was slowly turning a darker blue. "Maybe, Jack. Maybe not. Some things just take time to come to light."

"You're really good at keeping us in suspense," he said, shaking his head with a big grin on his lips. "But I bet we'll find out sooner or later. With or without your help."

The evening ended comfortably, the team from Station 19 gradually saying goodbye, happy and satiated from a day full of fun and friendship. Andy watched her friends leave, feeling a deep gratitude for this second family that had been given to her.

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Time had passed since Andy's barbecue, but the team at Station 19 didn't let up. They constantly teased Andy about the mysterious police badge that Travis had found. Whether during training, during breaks, or even on missions - jokes and curious questions kept cropping up.

"Andy, when are you finally going to confess to us that you're having a secret affair with Tanner?" Vic asked one morning, laughing, when they were all gathered in the firehouse kitchen. "Yes, Andy," Dean added. "We're all curious."

Andy rolled her eyes in annoyance and said nothing. She knew there was no point in continuing to deny or explain. The team would only calm down when they knew the truth.

That afternoon, while the team was enjoying a short break, the alarm suddenly sounded. An emergency call was made. "Police officer urgently needs support from the fire service and ambulance. Injured and in a dangerous area that is difficult to access."

"All hands on duty!" Andy Herrera shouted and fear immediately spread through her. She knew you were on duty, but hadn't heard from you for quite some time. At least her phone remained silent. "We have an injured police officer who urgently needs help. Get moving!!"

The team immediately jumped up and rushed to the emergency vehicles. The drive to the scene was tense, everyone knew that seconds could mean the difference between life and death. During the drive they heard further details over the radio. "The police officer is in an abandoned building that collapsed in a shootout after a pursuit. Serious injuries and no self-extrication are expected. Perpetrator may still be on site.“

When they arrived, they were met with a chaotic scene. The building had partially collapsed and dust was pouring out of various places. Police cars were parked around the building as police officers tried to get the situation under control.

"We have to get in and get them out," Andy said determinedly as she put on her gear. "No time to waste!"

Andy, Sullivan and Maya immediately made their way into the building while the rest of the team stayed outside to coordinate the situation and fight a small fire. The rubble and the falling dust made progress difficult, but they fought tirelessly through.

"There ahead!" Sullivan suddenly called out and pointed with his lamp to a spot where he saw a hand under broken wood.

Andy ran and knelt down, immediately starting to clear the rubble away. Finally, she spotted someone who was all too familiar to her - it was you, Andy's secret girlfriend. Unconscious and bleeding heavily. "Y/n!" she called out worriedly and immediately checked your vital signs. "We have to get her out of here and quickly!"

With combined forces, they carefully lifted the wood from your body and carried you outside. Ben and Vic were already waiting and immediately began first aid. Andy didn't leave your side, her concern for you evident in her physical tension.

"So that's your secret." said Travis, who was now also at the ambulance and watching the scene unfold in front of him. Andy looked up at him, stroking her upper arms to calm herself down and nodded. "Yes, that's y/n. We've been together for some time."

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" asked Vic, who was trying to cover your open wounds with bandages. "It was complicated," explained Andy, looking down at you. "I wanted to be sure that our relationship was strong enough before I told all you. And in our professions, it's not always easy to make something like that public."

Travis, Ben and Vic nodded understandingly and the others came and gathered together. "We understand," said Warren, drawing up a syringe that he flushed into your venous access. "But you should have known that we would support you no matter what."

"I know," she replied gratefully and a small smile formed on her lips. "And I'm glad you know now."

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The days after your accident were hard for Andy. She tried to do her job as well as she could, but her thoughts kept returning to you. Every minute she couldn't be with you in the hospital felt like an eternity. Her worries and fears gnawed at her, and the entire team at Station 19 tried to be there for her as best they could.

The support of her colleagues was a great help, but Andy couldn't completely shake off her fears and worries. Every day, after her shift, she drove straight to the hospital to be with you. She spent hours by your bed, despite the tiredness, holding your hand and talking to you even when you were sleeping.

But today she had the day off after a night shift, and she was determined to visit you in the morning and spend the whole day with you. "Hey," you said, still weak, but with a big smile on your face. "How was your night?"

"It was fine," Andy replied, sitting down by your bed before gently running her hand through your tousled hair. "I was thinking of you. How are you feeling?"

"Better," you replied shortly, pulling her hand away from your head to kiss her palm and then place it in yours. "The doctors are just getting the paperwork ready for my discharge."

"That's great news," Andy said, squeezing your hand tightly. "I can't wait to have you home with me and nurse you back to full health."

A few hours passed, and you left the hospital with Andy. She had been expecting this day with mixed feelings - joy that you were allowed to go home, and nervousness because she wanted to officially inform her team about your relationship and take you to the station.

And so she had the whole team gather in the lounge that afternoon, despite her day off, and everyone was excited about Andy's announcement. Andy entered the room with you by her side, hand in hand, even though you were still a little weak, but with a smile on your lips.

"Hey guys," she began, her voice shaking slightly with excitement as she rocked on her feet. "I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is y/n, my girlfriend."

A surprised but happy expression spread across the faces of her colleagues. Vic stepped forward and gave Andy and you a warm hug. "We suspected it," she said, laughing. "But it's nice that you're finally telling us officially."

"Welcome to our small but weird family, y/n," Maya added, holding out her hand. "Thank you," you replied, taking her hand gratefully. "I'm glad to meet you all. Andy has said so many good things about you."

"Well, we're glad you're here and that you're feeling better, y/n." Sullivan said with a smile. "If you need anything, let us know."

The mood was relaxed and full of joy as the team officially welcomed you and Andy as a couple. The past few days had shown how strong the bond and support within the team was. Andy felt a deep gratitude for her friends and colleagues who had been there for her during this difficult time.

The evening passed in a whirlwind of conversations, laughter and time together. Andy could finally breathe a sigh of relief, her worries had disappeared to some extent, and she knew that she not only had you, but also a great family by her side.

[percyluvr]

hello!! you're fics r amazing and i wanted to request some hc or a drabble, you choose, about fem!reading being the head counselor of hermes cabin and totally being his fem version. thank u so much if u do 🫶🏻🫶🏻

percy jackson x hermes cabin counselor!reader summary: hcs abt percy with hermes counselor reader basically being him but as a girl

first, i think u two would be inseparable

like im talking sitting at each others tables during meals, training together all the time, sneaking off to go make out in his cabin when u really should be leading camp activities, sleeping in each other's cabins, etc etc

im just thinking of the iconic percabeth underwater kiss with u guys

with him using his powers to make sure u can breathe while u kiss, and teeth clashing together making u guys just giggle ur little hearts out

when u two go back to nyc for the school year u would live with him, sally, and paul and they would treat u like their own kid

they see how much percy likes you and how similar you two are and they cant help but think of u as one of their own

hanging out in nyc together, he teaches u how to skateboard bc he DEFINITELY knows how to

adding onto that, he would definitely teach u how to surf if u didnt know how

just thinking about if u also have the same music taste, u two dancing around the kitchen to ur favorite songs

making brownies together for estelle's school bake sales in the future!!! my heart omfg

back to camp, i think everyone would be worried if they ever saw u two not together

like im talking celebrity break up gossip page type all up in ur business

but then they see one of you sneaking out of the same place the other one just walked out of and they realize that u two were just trying to be sneaky???

but why

bc really u two have never been sneaky in ur entire lives

if either of u got picked to lead a quest, u would immediately pick the other as the first person to come with on ur quest bc u literally cannot live without each other

FINISHING EACH OTHERS JOKES

or just sentences in general

literally couple goals

like, if someone is talking to both of u, sometimes you'll make the same joke at the exact same time and laugh ur asses off and the other person will just like. stand there staring until they eventually just walk away bc u two wont stop laughing

like i just think u two are on the same wavelength all the time

if one of u forgets to do something, u dont even have to worry bc the other already did it for u

i saw somewhere that leo could probably tweak phones so the demigods can use them, and u two would both go to him to get phones so u could make each other ur lockscreen and background

i think the two of u would send each other the DUMBEST tiktoks or instagram reels

or like u would send it and then realize that the other already sent it or liked it

the two of u would definitely do tiktok trends

dancing together

u would DEFINITELY do the peeling the orange trend

and he would just peel the orange. no questions asked

like u wouldnt even have to ask him

he'd just see u with the orange be like "here baby give me that, i'll peel it for you"

SCREAMING HES SO BF

matching tiktok pfps for SURE

or matching bios !!!!!

u two definitely went to see the barbie movie together

i have no doubts

whenever he gets pranked by connor or travis, u immediately send them to laundry duty

but they still say its worth it because one time when u were sleeping in percy's room, they poured water on the two of u and both of u chased them around camp until u realized that percy had no shirt, and u had no pants

u werent THAT embarrassed bc like. everyone already knows anyway

but the stolls thought it was SO funny and they made it their mission to prank both of u again

when u two go on cabin inspections, even if u arent doing it together, u always give each other's cabin a 10 even tho u both know that neither of ur cabins deserve it ....

the two of u definitely sneak out of ur cabins at night when u arent together and sit down by the river, just to be met with the other sitting there with the exact same thought as u

and u end up going back to his cabin to sleep

u guys have definitely gotten yelled at by mr d and chiron

but u kept doing it

so they just gave up

but anyways, u guys r literally the it couple at camp

like, all the couples wanna be like u guys

ur just such a perfect fit & u love each other so much and u cant help but show it

a/n: this was my first time doing hcs and i think i kinda got a bit carried away... but anyways i hope u like it !! also, i love writing and im so happy that u like mine, it means so much to me <3

[lostaurorax]

preggers - travis kelce.

summary | y/n’s pregnant and tells trav

warnings | pregnancy + mentions of sex

authors note | hi!!!! if you couldn’t tell by my page i absolutely love writing about pregnant reader and it was only a matter of time that i did for trav :) you could possibly consider this a part 2 to ‘breeder’ but it could also be read separately!! I most likely will be writing a third part about telling travs family members so stay tuned for that!! hope u enjoy 💓

you had your phone propped up on the bathroom counter to record just because you had a feeling this morning when you woke up with nausea for the fourth morning this week, and had finally decided to take a pregnancy test. you checked the time and realized the 5 minutes had passed and you could check the results. “oh my god…” you said to yourself as your eyes filled with happy tears as you stared down at the pregnancy test in your shaky hands. the word “pregnant” was flashing on the test you brought it closer to your face as if to convince yourself it was real. and it definitely was. “i’m pregnant!!” you said as you looked directly at your camera and lightly laughed.

you and travis weren’t “trying” to have kids but you had talked about it plenty of times before and you both had stated that you were both ready and wouldn’t be upset if it happened. it was also very rare that you used any form of contraception so it was kind of like a waiting game. now all you could think about was how happy you were and what travis’s reaction would be. travis was away for the playoffs for two more days so you started planning how you would tell him.

you bought a jersey custom-made for an infant with travis's number on it. the jersey was in a gold gift box along with the three tests you took and a plush football. travis had texted you about ten minutes ago saying he’d be home soon so you patiently waited in the kitchen with your camera set up perfectly to capture him & his reaction once he’d opened the gift. hearing the garage open snapped you back into reality as you walked to the garage to see him.

“TRAV!!!!” you said as you sprinted up to him as he shit his car door immediately engulfing him in a hug

“my baby. i missed you so much you don’t even know y/n,” he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around you rubbing his hands up and down your back before they meet with your butt and he gave it a squeeze

“travis,” you said as you pushed back to look at him and smack his chest

“god i missed that ass,” he said cheekily with a large smirk on his face causing you to kiss him

“mm i have something for you..” you said after pulling away from the heated kiss before you got too carried away

“oh yeah?” he said questionably wondering what it was

“mmhm! cmon it’s in the kitchen,” you said as you took his bag from his hand and carried it for him but dropped it as soon as you stepped into the house and then grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen.

“wow, what’s this baby? you got me a present!” he said dramatically as he entered the kitchen causing you to roll your eyes

“i did and i hope you love it,” you said as you stood on his right side with your arms around his waist looking up at him patiently waiting for him to open it as your heart was racing

“i bet i will sweetheart.” he said as he gently kissed your forehead before reaching forward to untie the bow and open the box. your eyes were glued to his face as he picked up the onesie to read it. he was silent for a moment as he put the onesie down and picked up the pregnancy tests before putting those backdown and slowly turning his head to look down at you.

“baby. you’re- we’re gonna have a baby??” he said with tears in his eyes as his body was facing yours now

“yeah we are..” you said as you started to cry

“OH, MY GOD!!!! we’re having a baby!!!!!” he said as he picked you up and jumped up and down and did circles around the large kitchen counter. as he slowed down and your laughter died down he looked back at you again.

“we’re gonna have a kid y/n. i can’t believe this..” he said as the realization was setting in.

“you’re gonna be the best dad travis,” you said as your hand found his cheek and comfortingly rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone.

“you’re gonna be the best mom ever y/n. i can't wait to watch this belly grow full with MY baby in it!!” he said as he leaned in to meet your lips

“wait.”

“what….” you said suddenly worried

“can you have sex while pregnant?”

“are you joking trav….”

“OH i didn’t know babe i’m serious!” he said as you were laughing at his uncertainty

“we can definitely have sex while pregnant…” you said as you looked at him and bit your lower lip

“say no more baby girl…” he said as he smacked your ass and picked you up and ran to your shared bedroom.

now the fun part…telling family & friends

[squinch-depraved]

intox + cnc w cscoop i beg of you 🙏🏾

getting reader extremely high and coming to ‘comfort’ them when they get high and scared

actually abandoned another fic to work on this because i love him so much and this is an exact scenario i have daydreamed about ily ur so hot u should dm me so we can talk about cooper mwah

"cooper?" you called meekly from your seat on the couch. travis looked at you first, stifling a laugh when he saw how red your eyes were.

"yeah?" he called from the kitchen, unable to see you.

"i'm... i think i'm really high," you mumbled. everything was kind of blending together at this point. you were visiting the boys for a few days and cooper suggested you all smoke together. forgetting that you had a much lower tolerance than the rest of them, he continued to pack you bowl after bowl, and you greedily accepted, not realizing until it was too late that you were faded beyond limits.

he laughed softly and rounded the corner with some water bottles and snacks in hand. "you wanna chill in my room?"

travis eyed him suspiciously, reaching for one of the chip bags cooper was holding. "why your room?" he asked, oblivious. "we're all already out here."

"shut the fuck up, dude," cooper hissed at him. noah snorted from the other couch, eyes not leaving the tv screen. it didn't matter, though, you slid off the sofa and slowly crept over to cooper, clinging onto his arm for safety as he took you to his room.

he helped you to the bed, and you laid down immediately while he worked on setting his lights to a color that wouldn't overwhelm you. he put on a playlist while you slipped on a hoodie of his that was laying on his pillow, and when he noticed you wearing his clothes, he drew in a sharp breath. something about the sight of you wearing his shit, it always managed to get him going.

"i think i'm gonna smoke one more time," he sighed, turning away from you. you sat up weakly and stared at his back.

"me too?" you asked him.

he chuckled and walked back towards you after grabbing his bong. "you want more?"

you nodded repeatedly. "i like the way it makes me feel," you said dreamily.

he smiled, working on getting it ready for you.

"i like the way you make me feel," you said much quieter.

his smile faltered as he flicked his eyes over to you, staring at the ceiling as you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. despite how badly he wanted to do something else, he continued until the bong was ready and ripped it himself first before sharing with you.

you coughed slightly when you were done and relaxed back into his pillows with a long, content sigh. only after a minute did you look at cooper, who was trying not to stare.

"it's your bed, coop, you can join me," you teased him.

"yeah, no, sorry, i'm just..." he started. "bit of a moral quandary right now." he smiled weakly and tried to relax, slotting himself into bed next to you and fixing his eyes on the ceiling fan.

"whaddya mean?" you mumbled, turning on your side to look at him. "share, coopie, i wanna hear it."

his skin raised at the nickname. it sounded so nice coming from you. "i don't think it's a good idea," he replied bitterly.

"fine, don't share. i probably wouldn't remember it anyway, but whatever." you rolled back to look at the ceiling again and zoned out for a while.

eventually, you started feeling... too much. too high. so you broke the comfortable silence between you two.

"cooper?"

"yeah?"

"i'm scared," you giggled.

"high and scared?" he grinned, sitting up and looking down at you.

"high and scared," you repeated, gazing softly up at him. "it's getting to be too much."

"aww. that sucks."

you laughed at his bluntness and realized it was hot in his room, so you began sliding off your leggings.

"woah, hey, what're you doing?" cooper asked uneasily, looking anywhere but at you.

"it's hot," you said simply. once they were off, you tossed your pants off the side of the bed, past his face. he looked at you, finally, and bit his lip when he saw your bare legs and panties. "everything's getting really hazy, cooper, i'm scared."

he softened at the genuine panic in your voice and got closer to you, stroking your face. you nuzzled your cheek into his palm and he laughed. "is that helping? me touching you?"

you nodded frantically and grabbed his hand with yours, pressing it further into your cheek.

"yeah?" he asked, brushing his other hand against your thigh. you moaned and parted your legs slightly for him. "jesus," he snorted. "you want me that bad?"

you were becoming too far gone to respond to him, so he took it upon himself to move between your legs, spreading them apart and giving him a clear view of the damp spot on your crotch.

"i'm gonna fuck you, 'kay?"

you didn't respond, except for a small whimper that he chose to ignore. he pulled your panties off gingerly, watching to make sure your eyes stayed closed as he shoved them somewhere you wouldn't find him so that he could keep them. he bent your legs open some more, drinking in the sight of your sopping pussy greedily, and ran one finger up your slit, flicking his eyes between your blissful face and him playing with your hole.

after a bit of toying with you, cooper laid down between your thighs and softly began lapping at your clit. he started going faster when you managed to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly and shoving him closer to your cunt. you were making helpless noises, absolutely gone from the pleasure, and it sent shockwaves down his spine when you breathily moaned his name.

he only pulled away when he was absolutely sure you had cum on his face. swiftly pulling off his pants and boxers, he lined himself up with you and kissed you on the top of your head. you whined loudly when he pushed in, loud enough for his friends to hear for sure, and so he covered your mouth gently with his hand, cooing, "shhh, shhh, it's okay."

it wasn't enough to muffle your near screams as he began fucking into you, thrusting quickly and slotting your legs over his shoulders. he groaned, rutting his hips against you endlessly, and cupped your face in his hand. holding your jaw as he looked down at you, he softly ran his thumb over your cheek.

"cooper..." you moaned, blinking your eyes open at him.

he grinned and rammed into you harder, sliding his thumb to push it into your tongue. you cried out and sucked on it, clenching around his cock when he finally pulled his finger out with a lewd pop!

"i'm gettin' close, y/n," he panted, hips beginning to rock at an uneven pace.

"mmmgh!!" you sobbed, frantically scratching your nails into his arms. the pain seemed to get him closer, because a few moments later, he groaned and slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep in you as he painted your insides.

after about a minute of catching his breath, he pulled out and quickly picked you up to carry to the bathroom. you were limp over his shoulder and he sat you down gently before cleaning you up and taking you back to bed, this time to sleep. you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around you to make him spoon you, and passed out, leaving you two to discuss what just happened in the morning.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

[kingstonwrites]

🍀🧵!.Cabin Fever.!🧵🍀

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The situation was less than ideal. It was winter; food dwindled as soon as it was collected, everyone layered themselves with every piece of clothing they could find, Even the berries ran low. So it made sense that Taissa was ordering everyone around all morning. Jackie got fussed at about her farm, but it was unfair! Hardly anything could grow in this cold. Misty and Crystal were nervously scrubbing down the cabin, Shauna was out in the shed doing a count of the microscopic rations that would inevitably get cut smaller, and Akilah and Lottie were haphazardly sewing new blankets and coats from animal pelts. Now, though tensions just grew, Nat and Tai were arguing about making her go hunt alone, because Travis was one of the few strong enough to help break the ice from the lake.

“God, she’s being so annoying.” Jackie muttered to you while making the beds. You were regressed, it was the last thing you wanted to be but- “Like- cmon, we’re all freezing our butts off! Shauna’s in that stupid shed all day, like, her staring at the meat isn’t gonna make it multiply!” You nodded… you just felt shy. Maybe if you didn’t say anything, Tai wouldn’t fuss at you.

And it seemed to work! Tai, Shauna, Travis, Van, and Javi went out to the lake to break the ice. It just kept piling up more and more, especially with the snow keeping you all inside. Maybe you all could build snowmen! Or have snowball fights! You just never understood why everyone had to be so sad all the time. But when Laura Lee tried to bring up the idea of Christmas: everyone immediately told her to-

“SHUT UP!” Tai came stomping in, frustrated. “We’re gonna go back out there! We need more food, Van. It’s just a fact. If we can catch something- I just-“ she sighs and sits infront of the fire, covering her face in her hands, “we try again tomorrow. Maybe with torches to try and melt it first. We have to try and fish. We have to.”

You knew Taissa was angry… everyone did chores around her, so you looked around… then it clicked! The stuffed animals needed organizing, so you got to work. Jackie’s pinecone dolls lined up near the foot of the beds, Leonard tucked into Laura Lee’s blankets, and now, you’re organizing your many toys. Ducky next to Mrs Shark… Mama Penguin next to Baby Penguin…

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? What are you even- fidgeting with!? We’re all being productive and doing something! Cmon get up, I said get up!” Taissa was right behind you and gripped your shoulder.

you didn’t know what else to do. Tears immediately fell down your cheeks, sniffling and whimpering… you didn’t mean to make Tai upset. You really didn’t mean too, you didn’t know what other chore you could handle at your age. Tai had been so busy and- Her face softens, you never really got what that term meant until now. There’s a moment where the realization settles like a new foot of snow on the terrain, she reaches out to you but pulls back, the only word you can think of when you look at her face is “Guilt”.

"Come here." Taissa mumbles, sitting down beside you and pulling you into her lap. She doesn't mean to get frustrated and it's definitely on her for not noticing. That's when she realizes that everybody, not just you, needs a moment to be kids again.

"Everyone is finishing up, is there anything you want to do once we're done?" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆.

@fun-k-boards @lottiesfavoriteacolyte @jackieeshauna @jesterofcringe @javiimartinez @winters-witch24

[bonkwosher]

OMGOMGOMG… i saw your dan stevens character x reader post and i’m literally the happiest person alive over how accurate they are 😭😭💖💖 if you don’t mind me requesting (holding back sending so many requests in the future): how would frank/trapper/david react to a partner with stuffed animals/plushies? (as somebody who has a bunch of sanrio ones and kinda gets clowned on by some family members for it 😭) 🥺 + maybe what stuffed animals they’d give to their partner as a gift? THIS ONES SO SPECIFIC BUT 😭💖

A/N: I'm so incredibly glad someone enjoyed my headcanons that much. Also, please send me a million requests it would make me so happy (no pressure). Also Also, I loved reading your reaction through hashtags in your reblog lol

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: The boys reacting to the reader having stuffed animals, the boys giving you stuffed animals, sex mentioned with Frank but barely, Frank being a dork, Trapper being a sweetheart, David being a good listener

Frank:

I have a feeling Frank might be a little weirded out, for lack of a better word, at first, especially if there are a lot of them. If you've got a couple he'll be fine with it but if there's a bunch he'll just be a little confused as to why they're important at first. Like this man can't grasp why you have an attachment to them.

As you spend more time together he'll pretty easily get used to them. If they have names he will only refer to them by name, he won't call them stuffed animals, plushies, stuffies, etc. He becomes like the dad that didn't want a pet, then cut to the dad absolutely loving the pet but never admitting it.

Like you two go to sit on the couch together to watch a movie & you left a stuffie on the couch & he fully treats it like a human. Like he nods at the little guy & goes "Gerald," in greeting before scooting the plushie to the side of the couch.

If you store a bunch of them on your bed, he definitely refers to them as "the fellas" regardless of their genders if they have any. Like he'll climb into your bed getting ready to cuddle you & acknowledges them saying, "What's up fellas?" Mainly because it makes you laugh.

He definitely does not like them facing you two when you're having sex or making out. He will turn them to face the wall one by one if he has to.

After finding out that you like plushies so much I think Frank would be the kind of guy to buy you one before he goes on long heists. He did it once & that made you smile so he kept doing it. The first time he brought you a little one, a white cat with yellow spots.

"You know, I'll be on a business trip the next couple days & I thought this one looked like me so I thought it would be a good idea. Now you don't have to miss me or whatever."

You definitely agreed that it looked like him. The little cat had a scowl & everything.

Trapper:

Trapper probably has an old stuffed animal from his childhood that's being held together by many different stitches & still sits on his bed to this day. So when you tell him you have stuffed animals he's not even phased, actually, he shows interest in them.

He wants to know their names, & if they don't have names he wants to name them.

There was a time when you & Trapper had gotten into an argument & he gave you some time to cool down & he stayed in the bedroom. The door was left ajar & you heard some quiet talking. After getting the right angle you manage to catch the man talking to your pile of stuffed animals that lived in the corner of the bed about how sorry he was & how he didn't mean to upset you.

As you watch your hand accidentally knocks the door a little causing it to squeak on its hinges. Trapper immediately turns to you, his face flushing when he realizes you were there. "I'm sorry, your stuffed animals are just really good listeners."

If any of your stuffies get ripped or you find a hole in one you better believe he goes full vet mode. He's had to do stitches before so sewing is nothing. He will play hard into the vet thing to make you laugh, especially if your stuffed animal getting ripped is a big deal for you. He'll whip out a stethoscope, wrap the limb that got ripped in some paw print bandages, etc. He also loves any praise about him being good at his job so please give him some.

I feel like Trapper's stuffie gifts would come with a story. Like the day he took out King Kong's tooth he probably got you a King Kong stuffie & told you all about it. Now next to whatever stuffed animals you have you have all the titans of the world (at least the ones he's worked on) in plushie form.

David:

David, like Frank, will probably have a little bit of a tough time gathering what makes them so special to you but he would probably just straight up ask you. David loves listening to you talk about just about anything, especially when it's something you care about. So when you tell them why they mean so much to you, it only brings him joy.

I imagine before you were even partners & he was heading off to the army (He would not have left if he had the guts to ask you out), you gave him a small stuffed animal to remember you by. As he was getting ready to go & everyone got a little teary-eyed, he swore to you that he would keep that little stuffie until he saw you again. That little guy survived a war & when David returned, you best bet that little guy was alive & well in his backpack. He stays with him in that big ass green backpack to this day.

Whenever you're away on business or don't get home till late, you'll arrive home to see David cuddling one of your stuffies to help him sleep. He claims it has the slightest smell of your perfume/cologne/etc & it reminds him of you.

If the collection grows past space on your bed for all the stuffies, David will build you a shelf for them. You won't even ask him to. He'll just see that you have space in your room for a shelf, you'll off-handedly mention you're running out of space on your bed for the stuffies, then he'll put two & two together & build you that thing. An added bonus, he'll probably be in a tank top or some shirt that shows off his arms on the hot summer day he decides to build it. Maybe even shirtless.

I feel like David wouldn't get you any specific stuffed animals. He would just wait for you to mention the ones you want, literally run across town to get it for you, then run back & it appears in your flock of stuffed animals the next day.

[storiesforallfandoms]

the parent trap ~ travis barker

word count: 2979

request?: yes!

“Travis barker x female reader, the reader has a teenage daughter around Travis barker daughter age and the daughter is friends with Alabama and the daughter tells the reader how much her and Alabama have in common. So one day the reader and Travis meet and the daughter and Alabama notice that Travis and the reader like each other so they plan to get there parents together and then the reader and Travis get together, please and thank you”

description: when their teenage daughters notice chemistry between their parents, they decide to take matters into their own hands

pairing: travis barker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, two uses of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“Mom, can I go over to Alabama’s after school?”

You looked at your daughter, Skye, as you passed her a plate of breakfast. “You’ve been talking about Alabama a lot lately, but you haven’t introduced me to her yet.”

Skye rolled her eyes. “Because you’d totally embarrass me, mom.”

You put a hand over your heart in mock offence. “You wound me, dear daughter.”

She didn’t fight the smile that pulled at her lips. You placed a plate in your spot at the table and sat across form her. “You just seem to be good friends with this Alabama girl, and I’d like to meet her eventually because of that. And her parents, for that matter.”

Skye let out a groan, but she conceded, “Fine. You can pick me up at her place and meet her and her dad. Happy?”

“Oh, I am elated,” you said, sarcastically.

~~~~~~

The next evening, you parked outside the address Skye had given you. She had agreed to let you come to the door to meet Alabama and her dad, but then you were to leave right away. Less likely to “embarrass” her that way (her words).

You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps approaching the door, and assumed it was Skye and Alabama as you had texted Skye to let her know you were on the way. Imagine your surprise when a man answered the door instead; a very handsome man, at that.

“Hello?” he said, seeming confused by your presence.

“Uh, hi!” you said, trying to remember where you even were. “I’m here to pick up Skye?”

You were worried for a second that you had the wrong address, but then he smiled and said, “Oh yeah! I’m Alabama’s dad, Travis. Skye mentioned you were stopping by. Come in!”

That wasn’t what was agreed on with Skye, but you weren’t about to argue. After all, that agreement was made before you knew that Alabama had a very handsome dad.

You followed Travis into the kitchen. The house was massive. You were wondering what he did for a living, until you noticed a music plaque on one of his walls. You came to realize he was in a band - Blink-182 to be exact. You knew they were a popular band, but they weren’t one that you listened to enough to have recognized him.

“Skye and Bam are out back in the pool,” Travis explained. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you said. “That explains why Skye didn’t meet me at the door. I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

He reached to shake your hand. You tried not to react to the spark you felt when your hands touched. It felt like such a juvenile way to think, but you genuinely did feel a spark. Maybe you were just trying to manifest something because he was so attractive.

“Skye was going to meet you at the door?” Travis asked, raising an amused eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. She wanted my meeting of you and Alabama to be very short and sweet, so she was supposed to meet me at the door and usher me out immediately after I met you both. Apparently I’m embarrassing or something.”

Travis chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds familiar.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You? The rockstar? Embarrassing?”

He laughed. “Fame does not make someone less embarrassing. I still poke fun at Bam to embarrass her. It’s a dad requirement. Like calling her Bam. She hates it, or so she says.”

You both sat at the kitchen table. Despite declining his offer for a drink, Travis had still poured up a glass of water for you and put it in front of you. You got to talking while waiting for the girls to come inside. Travis asked you about yourself mainly, and only answered in short responses before turning the conversation back to you. You figured he got tired of talking about himself as a celebrity, and you really didn’t mind telling him about yourself. Most of the dates you had been on barely asked you the bare minimum about yourself.

Not that this was a date. Not at all. You were just meeting the dad of your daughter’s best friend.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself, until Travis asked, “So...is Skye’s dad still around?”

You were shocked by the question first, but managed to say, “No. Well, I mean, he’s alive. But we’re divorced. We split up when Skye was little, but we’re still on good terms for her sake.”

“Me too. Divorced, I mean. Bam and Landon’s mom and I had a very...intense relationship that we eventually realized was not a good one. We co-parent, and we try to be civil for the kids.”

Silence fell over the two of you. You weren’t sure what was happening, or how to react. He was looking at you, though, and you were starting to feel flushed under his gaze.

You were broken apart by someone clearing their throat. You both looked up to see Skye and Alabama, wrapped in towels but still dripping on the kitchen floor. They were both giving you a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Bam, dry off more before you come in,” Travis said. His daughter scowled but didn’t argue over the nickname.

“Skye, are you ready to go home?” you asked. “Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome and embarrass you.”

She rolled her eyes “Yeah, let me go change.”

She ran in through the kitchen, Alabama following behind her, water trailing behind them as they went. “Skye, dry off before you come in!”

“It’s too late,” Travis said. “Her and Alabama were already in.”

“I can dry that for you.”

He waved away your offer. “Don’t worry. It’s just water. Alabama is always trekking water through the house too. Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”

Of course you did. You never wanted to leave. You wanted to spend as much time with Travis as you possibly could. But you knew that wasn’t possible, because you were just here to pick up Skye, and he was just Skye’s best friend’s dad. He was being nice, and that’s it.

So, instead of saying what you really wanted to say, you just politely smiled and shook your head. “We have to get home. I have dinner taken out to make, and I wouldn’t want the food to spoil and go to waste.”

That was a lie. You were planning to stop and get fast food for dinner.

Skye came back into the room, now dressed in the clothes she had been wearing when she went to school, and her wet hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I’m ready.”

You stood from your seat and approached her. “Nice to meet you, Travis. Tell Alabama it was nice to meet her, too.”

“You didn’t even meet her,” Skye pointed out. You grabbed her and steered her out of the house.

The car ride was quiet, weirdly enough. You expected Skye to be upset that you had been there for so long without her knowing, even though you had showed up at the agreed time and even texted her to tell her you were on your way. Besides telling you what she wanted for dinner, though, she didn’t say much the whole ride. What you didn’t notice was that she kept glancing at you, the wheels in her mind turning as she grabbed her phone and texted Alabama.

~~~~~~

A few days later, you were pulling up to Travis’ again. Skye had come over to hang out with Alabama, but she had told you she wanted to spend the entire Saturday there. So you were confused when you got a text from her in the early afternoon asking you to come get her. You were worried something had happened between the two girls.

You knocked at the door and Travis answered. He smiled at the sight of you. “Hey, good to see you again.”

You fought back the swelling in your heart at seeing him. “Hey, is Skye ready to go?”

He gave you a confused look. “Skye and Bam just left. They said they were walking to the mall.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “I got a text from her not even 20 minutes ago asking me to come pick her up. I thought her and Alabama might’ve gotten in a fight.”

Travis shook his head. “They were just fine when they left, which was literally moments ago. I’m surprised you didn’t see them walking.”

You looked at your phone again just to be sure you had read the message right. There it was, asking you to come pick her up right away. Well, you were more than confused.

“Maybe she forgot to tell you her and Alabama left,” Travis offered. “Come in, we’ll wait for them and figure this out.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

Travis brought you into his living room this time. As you sat, you decided to call Skye to see what was going on. The line rang a few times before you were sent to her voicemail. You tried again, only to get the same result.

You sighed and gave up. “She’s sending me to voicemail.”

“She might not hear the phone ringing. We may as well just wait for them to come back.”

You both fell into an awkward silence. What were you supposed to say? It’s not like you two had spoken since the last time you were there, and that last time ended just as awkwardly as this moment felt. If anything, whatever you could’ve asked him or used to spark up a conversation had already been said the last time you were over. Now you were stuck here in this terrible awkward limbo, as if you were two high school kids on a first date.

Weird how I’ve felt like a high schooler again after meeting Travis.

“I’m sure the girls are fine,” Travis said, finally breaking the silence. You looked over at him, a blank look on your face. “I’m assuming that’s why you’re being quiet, I mean.”

“Oh!” You chuckled. “No. I mean, yes I’m a little concerned and confused, but that’s not why I’m being quiet. I just...I’m a little awkward right now. I’m not too sure what to say if I’m being honest.”

Travis laughed. “I’m not that intimidating, am I?”

“No! God, no. The opposite of intimidating. You’ve been very inviting since the first time we met. I just...I don’t know. I don’t really know how to...talk to you.”

Now he was the one looking at you with an unreadable face. You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Leave it up to you to find a way to completely mess things up. Seriously, you had no idea how you had ever gotten married and had a kid when you had always been the epitome awkward. You thought you had left that part of you behind when you graduated and had met your ex, but now it was rearing its ugly head all over again.

“I am so sorry,” you said. “I am terrible at...everything, it would seem. Maybe I should try and call Skye again, or wait in the car for her - ”

“Wait,” Travis said, reaching out to stop you before you could stand. When his hand touched your arm, you started. Not that he had startled you, but you were so sure you had felt that spark again. A simple touch on your arm alone had sent a tingling sensation from your arm to your shoulder, then across your chest and to the rest of your body. Taking your jump as something bad, Travis quickly pulled away. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “Really, I’m sorry. I can see why Skye was worried I’d embarrass her now.”

“I don’t find you embarrassing.”

You gave him a wry smile. “Thanks.”

There was only one way out of this situation. Granted, it was likely to put you in an even more awkward situation, but at least once it was out you could finally excuse yourself to go to your car. You were tempted to drive all the way home and make Skye walk back for the trouble she had put you through, but your motherly instincts definitely were not going to let you do that.

“The thing is,” you started, “you are attractive. And you must know that. And I don’t mean that just as, you know, because you’re famous. Hand to God, I didn’t know you were when we first met. I don’t listen to Blink-182, or any of that type of music. And...well, I haven’t done a lot of talking to attractive guys since my divorce. I’ve gone on a few blind dates, but they usually end there and I never hear from the guy again. So, I’m struggling a little bit with knowing how to speak to you, or how to act around you. It’s like I’m a teenager with a crush on a cute boy all over again, despite being a full grown adult with a kid.”

He was looking at you with an unreadable expression again. You sighed to yourself, taking this to mean you had really put your foot in it now. You hoped Skye didn’t get too mad at you when she realized you had made things between you and Alabama’s dad incredibly awkward. Maybe you could convince your ex to come get her from Travis’, and you’d pick her up from Alabama’s mom’s place when Alabama was with her.

You had to look away. The embarrassment was eating away at you, and you couldn’t handle it. It’s not like you had never dealt with rejection before. At least half of those blind dates you had mentioned ended with your date saying they didn’t want to go on another date with you. But this one hurt a little extra, and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

You started to stand again, but Travis moved to stop you again. “Wait! I promise this isn’t me trying to say I don’t feel the same way or anything. It’s just taking me a moment to process what you said.”

“You don’t have to say anything back if you don’t feel comfortable with it. Trust me, I get it if you don’t feel the same. I’m not going to make you feel bad or anything.”

“No, no. It’s not that at all. I...I do feel the same. I just thought it was silly because...well, like you said, we’re grown adults with teenagers. You would think we wouldn’t feel like teenagers ourselves anymore, but I guess those feelings never go away.”

He took your hands in his, both of you now turned on the couch to fully face one another.

“Listen, we’ve already gotten to know one another, we’ll still be seeing a lot of each other because our daughters are best friends,” he said. “Why don’t we give this a shot? Go on one date and see how it feels. If we decide that maybe it’s not going to work, we stay friends and we don’t let it get in the way of our daughters’ friendship.”

You were grinning from ear to ear, excitement starting to bubble up inside of you. You managed to keep your words calm and even as you said, “Yeah, I’d love that.”

It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the living room. Travis dropped your hands and you both moved away from one another, trying to pretend like nothing happened, as Skye and Alabama came around the corner. They both had sly grins on their faces, but Skye tried to act surprised upon seeing you. “Oh, mom. What are you doing here?”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “You texted me. You said you needed me to come get you right away.”

“Oh. Did I? That, uh...must’ve been a misclick or something.”

You and Travis shared a look.

“How was the mall, girls?” he asked.

“Good!” Alabama responded. “So good. You know, it was the mall.”

“Didn’t buy anything?” Travis asked, eying their hands which here conveniently empty from any shopping bags.

“Nothing caught our eye,” Alabama said with a shrug.

Travis hummed. He turned to you to say, “I didn’t hear the front door open, did you, (Y/N)?”

“Not at all,” you said. “How weird, huh?”

“So weird,” Skye said.

“Mega weird,” Alabama agreed.

They were up to something, and you had a feeling you knew what it was. You’d be talking to Skye about this more later, and you were sure Travis would be talking to Alabama, too. But for now, all four of you decided to drop the subject.

“Well, since you’re here now,” Travis said. “How about Skye and her mother join us for dinner? Would you guys be okay with that?”

“Yes!” Skye and Alabama burst at the same time.

You chuckled. “I guess I’m out numbered here.”

“Not like you were going to say no,” Travis teased.

You shrugged. “I guess not. But now we’ll never know.”

He smiled and stood from the couch to go find something to make for the four of you. You and the girls got up to follow, offering to help with the cooking. You didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself, but as you watched Travis preparing the meal, and the girls sitting by pretending like they were helping, you couldn’t help but picture how this would be like if you were all a little family.

Maybe some light daydreaming isn’t so bad, you thought to yourself, as Travis smiled at you over his shoulder.

[mariposa-writes]

The Assistant - Part 4

Travis Kelce x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: ???

A/N: I was gonna wait till this got more notes, but I figured since I made ya'll wait so long for the last one I should hurry up and get this one out. <3

You groaned as a huge amount of pain shot threw your leg. It was completely dark when you woke, up and it took you a minute to figure out where you were. Since you didn't recognize the room when you woke up.

After remembering you were staying at Travis's, you turned on the lamp and got ready to find him. You couldn't remember anything past them taking you in for surgery and you were worried about what you might have said while being loopy on the drugs.

Your head hurt, and you could still tell whatever they gave you was still affecting you.

You grabbed your crutches that were resting on the ground, next to the bed and started to make your way to the kitchen.

You made it down the hall and into the kitchen, but when you didn't see Travis you continued onto the living room. You could now hear voices coming from there, as you hesitated thinking about just returning to your room.

You decided it was best to just go see Travis and entered the living room. You were surprised to see Patrick Mahomes and his wife Brittany sitting in the living room, with their little girl.

Patrick and Brittany saw you first, since they were facing where you entered from. Travis had his back to you, but turned when he realized that you had entered.

He immediately got of the couch and made his way over to you faster than your brain could process. One second you swear he was on the couch and the next he was right by your side. "What are you doing up?" He asked worriedly, checking you over to make sure everything was okay. "You should be resting in bed."

"I'm fine, but I didn't mean to interrupt I was just coming to find you." You gave Patrick and Brittany a sheepish wave, offering them a small smile.

Patrick spoke up, "You're not interrupting. We actually came here to see how you were doing. Travis told us about what happened, so we just wanted to stop by and see if you needed anything" Patrick explained.

You resisted the urge to raise your eyebrow and look at them suspiciously, instead opting for another small smile. "You guys didn't have to do that." You said, as you made your way to the couch, tired of standing on one leg.

You didn't really understand why they were here. It wasn't like you were friends with either of them. Yea, you knew them due to being Patricks assistant but you never had more than a few conversation with them.

You liked Patrick, since he was a pretty down to earth guy. Brittany on the other hand wasn't your favorite. She always seemed stuck up and acted like she was better than you.

"Nonsense." Brittany cooed, acting as if you were silly for saying they didn't have to come. "We also brought you a get well soon basket. I think Travis put it in the kitchen."

"Oh, thanks that really sweet of you." You didn't know what to think of them acting this way and were starting to think that maybe you were dreaming all of this. Maybe the drugs were affecting you more than you thought.

Their daughter, Sterling, was starting to get antsy clearly bored of being here. "Well we better get going, this ones ready for bed." Patrick pointed to his daughter.

They both gave you a quick hug, before saying their good byes and leaving. "That was weird." You mumbled to yourself, not wanting Travis to hear considering he was friends with them and did actually like them.

"How'd you sleep?" Travis asked, coming back into the room after walking the Mahomes family out.

"Good, I swear your bed is like the comfiest bed in the world." He laughed, heading into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry? I ordered food." He asked from the kitchen.

"Sure, what did you get?"

"Well theres pizza, Chinese, Mexican, and Italian." Travis said listing off everything you requested earlier.

"Oo, my favorites." You cheered, grabbing your crutches and making your way into the kitchen.

"Well, I would hope so considering you requested all of this." He grabbed a two plates from his cabinet and then two water glasses.

Your eyes widened, "I asked for all of this?"

"Yes," he laughed, just thinking about it. "You claimed you were starving and hadn't eaten in like 50 million years, so you need all this food. Then when I left you alone to order it you passed out."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "On a scale of 1 to 10 how embarrassing was I?" You asked, not even sure if you wanted to know.

"Maybe like a 4." You released a huge breath, happy with that number. "You weren't embarrassing, just funny."

You told Travis what you wanted as he loaded it onto a plate and heated it up in a microwave. He then did the same and put his plate in after yours was done warming up.

You waited for him by his dining room table, which happened to have the get better basket Brittany and Patrick brought over. You couldn't resist and started looking to see what put in there.

There was a blanket, tea, candles, fluffy socks, a few different snacks, and a Louis Vuitton bag that was worth at least two thousand dollars.

Travis came into the room and placed down your guy's plates. "Who puts a 2000 dollar purse in a get well basket?" You ask, holding it up for him to see.

"Apparently Brittany." He commented, also thinking it was a little outrageous.

"I can't accept this, I'll have to return it to her." You shook your head, dropping the purse in the basket. That purse could cover like 3 months rent for you.

Travis helped you into your chair and you guys started to dig in. "How's your knee?"

"It hurts." You answered truthfully.

"Do you want your pain medication? The doctor said we should stay on top of them, to keep your pain to a minimum." Travis said getting ready to stand up and grab them.

"No, I don't want them. I'm not planning on taking them." Travis was surprised. "I just don't want to get addicted to them or anything. You always hear those stories about people taking them and getting addicted to them." You rambled on. It was partially the truth, but you decided to leave out the fact that addiction ran through your family.

Your father was an alcoholic, while your mother was an drug addict. You did drink, but you were always pretty careful about how much you consumed and you'd never once tried anything drug related.

"Ok, it's your choice but if you decided you want them let me know."

"I don't" You assured. You guys ate in silence for a bit before you spoke up, "So I was thinking I could head home tomorrow and get out of your hair." Travis frowned, "or tonight it that would be better." You offered, worried that maybe he didn't want you here another night.

"How are you gonna drive home?"

"In my car."

"Its your right leg."

"I'm aware, but I'm pretty sure I can manage to drive. I'm not walking on it or anything." You didn't see why he was making a big deal about this.

"and how are you going to get up 3 flights of stairs? What happens if you fall and no ones there to help you? How are you going to go grocery shopping? How are you going to do basic things, while you can't walk?" Travis asked, seeming to grow more irritated with each question.

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out."

"Just stay here, until you can walk."

"That's 3 weeks, you start practice in one so I'll be here alone anyways."

"I already asked Maria to stay with you during the day, incase you need anything once practice starts up."

"I don't want to over stay my welcome." You were already so grateful for everything he's done and the last thing you wanted to do was become a burden.

"You're not. You're here almost all the time anyways when you are working, so what's the difference?" He asked.

"The difference is that I'd basically be living here."

He sighed, knowing how stubborn you were. "Just think about it. You can decide tomorrow, but I'll sleep better knowing you're here and not laying on your floor at home not able to get up."

"Fine, I'll think about it." You begrudgingly agreed.

[voxaholic]

The Worst Day

A ficlet that got out of hand for @randomly--accessed--memories

Vox accidentally stumbles into the basement studio where he was tortured into insanity. Velvette finds him and Valentino is forced to leave mid-shoot because Vox needs him.

Part 1 of 3

Content Warnings: It's Valentino's pov, I feel like that's a warning in of itself.

Beta-read by the lovely @redladydeath

Vox is missing. It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence, especially on his more lucid days when he remembers that he can travel through electricity and therefore that Valentino and Velvette can’t actually stop him from going anywhere. He never ends up going far and they’ve finally managed to make it so that he mostly can’t leave the tower, but that doesn’t mean it’s not stressful enough to give Val spiritual grey hairs every time it happens.

Velvette is the only one searching for Vox this time because the film he’s currently supervising is gonna be a big moneymaker and apparently the useless idiots he has under contract can’t do their damn job right without his constant fucking supervision. So, instead of helping Velvette, he’s stuck sitting next to a prattling Travis trying to hold himself back from wringing the fucker’s feathery neck since Travis is the director and he unfortunately kind of needs him in one piece today.

Then, his phone rings and he holds up a hand right in Travis’s face. He’s at the very least smart enough to take that as the sign to shut up that it is. Before he even answers the phone there’s already a sinking feeling in his stomach. If Vel had found Vox and he was okay, she would have just texted.

He answers the call, holds the phone to his ear and immediately has to jerk it away when the sound of electronic screeching nearly deafens him. “I found Vox, we need you now. We’re in the studio basement, bring the kit,” Velvette shouts over the sound of what Val now realizes must be Vox freaking out in the background.

He stands up abruptly. “I’ll be there in five,” he says before he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket and turns his attention briefly to the useless fucks gaping at him. “Shows over. Keep on task. I’ll be back when I’m back and I’ll fucking know if any of you’ve been slacking,” he snaps before he turns and leaves.

In the hallway, he stops to pick up what he and Vel have begun calling “the kit”– a Vox specific first aid kit that they’d put together shortly after Vox first “woke up”. He knows where to look at this point- doesn’t even have to squint to see it. 

Kit in hand, he leaves the main area of the tower and squints down at his phone following the directions that Velvette gave him to where she and Vox are. The tower really feels too fucking big sometimes.

Valentino thinks he can count the number of times he’s stepped foot on this level of the tower on one hand. Why does he even have a creepy basement studio anyways? Whose idea was this? Was it his? If it was, he must’ve been high as balls to think of it, and if it wasn’t, then he should find whoever’s idea it was and shoot the fucker.

It’s dark as shit down here and the light of his phone isn’t doing much. He’s making progress though, he thinks. The gps seems to think he’s going the right way and he’ll trust that over his shitty eyes.

All unrelated thoughts are pushed from his mind when he spies the vague blob in the corner that he knows must be Vox and Velvette. He can’t make out any details but he notices that both figures are covered in an alarming amount of the horribly distinctive blue of Vox’s strange blood. Suddenly, the pungent, chemical scent of coolant is overwhelming.

Valentino breaks into a sprint and quickly closes the remaining distance between them.

Velvette has Vox backed up into a corner, a hand on each of Vox’s wrists, trying both to hold him still and stem the bleeding. Holy shit, that’s a lot of blood. Vox did a fucking number on himself, those gashes are deep. Something silver glints out from the mess of blue and Val suddenly feels nauseous. Vox had never clawed himself to the bone before.

“The hell are you doing just standing there? Fucking help me!” Velvette snaps, screaming to be heard over Vox’s panicked electronic gibberish. Vox is fighting her the best he can considering how weak he must be from blood loss. Velvette is holding her own,, but even in his weakened state, Vox still has over two feet on her heightwise, so she’s struggling.

He hurries over and kneels down so that he’s at eye-level with the struggling, panicking ex-overlord.  “Voxxy?” he calls, voice softening into a tone he pretty much only uses with Vox on his worst days.

Vox stops thrashing when he sees him. Velvette releases Vox and moves aside to let him half stumble, half crawl into Valentino’s waiting arms, absolutely covering him in that neon blue blood of his. For some fucking reason, despite being either scared or confused by him on his more lucid days, when Vox is like this – out of his mind, terrified, vulnerable – Valentino is the only person able to calm him down; the only one he seems to trust.

Velvette leans forward to snatch the first aid kit he’d dropped. He tactfully pretends not to notice the way her hands shake when she opens it and pulls out a needle and thread. “Keep him calm and as still as possible. I need to try and fix the bloody mess he made of himself,” she instructs and it’s a testament to how serious the situation is that Val listens to her without complaint. There’s little he hates more than being ordered around. 

He adjusts his hold on Vox, so that Velvette can grab Vox’s right arm and then reaches into the kit to grab some gauze, which he immediately wraps around Vox’s left, putting pressure on the wound by wrapping his hand around Vox’s thin – and so fucking fragile – wrist. It’s going to take Vel time to get one arm done, so he should probably try and make sure Vox doesn’t bleed out in the meantime. 

They’ll have to call up one of Vox’s on-call repair guys later. Vox doesn’t really heal like normal sinners– doesn’t heal at all, in fact. He has to be repaired, his broken parts replaced. They don’t have the knowledge or equipment necessary to replace the damaged panels on his arms, so the bandaid solution of stitching the torn, synthetic skin back together is all they fucking can do for now.

Vox, for his part, is remarkably still and pliant, screen buried in Valentino’s ruff. He’s shaking like a whore going through withdrawal though and making these awful little staticky whimpering noises that Val is trying hard not to pay too much attention to because they are kind of breaking his heart a little bit. He previously wasn’t even aware he had a heart capable of breaking, but he’s learned so many fun new things about himself since that radio bastard ruined Vox, ruined everything. 

“So, you have any idea what set him off this badly?” Val asks, mostly to try and drown out the pitiful sounds Vox continues to make whenever Velvette makes another stitch. He is curious though. Vox can get bad, but usually not to this extent. He’s torn up not just his arms (although they certainly got the worst of it) but his whole torso, with what little remains of his shirt hanging in blood-stained shreds off his frame. 

“No clue,” Velvette replies just a little bit too quickly, her shoulders tense, eyes averted. Oh, she’s lying through her fucking teeth. Really, she’s usually better at lying than this. Valentino considers pushing but decides against it– he really does not care right now. She’s lucky that he doesn’t because usually he fucking despises being lied to, especially so poorly. 

Instead of replying, he watches Velvette work with morbid fascination. Her stitches aren’t neat exactly– hard to be when Vox is shaking and the synthetic flesh is ripped so jaggedly and uneven– but they’ll do until Vox’s nerds can fix him up properly. The red thread really pops out against the dark blue of Vox’s skin, it’s almost pretty in a really morbid way. He wonders if stitchplay is a thing. This could be pretty sexy in a different context.

Vox’s shaking suddenly transitions into violent full-body spasms and his background staticked noises of pain turn into a glitched out, inhuman screech as he tries to jerk his arm out of Vel’s grasp, causing her to reflexively tighten her grip and yank Vox’s arm back. That only freaks Vox out more and now he’s struggling in earnest, almost to the point Val can’t keep a hold on him.

“Val!” Velvette snaps between curses as she struggles to keep Vox from reopening his brand new stitches. That’s his cue to do something because he’s supposed to fix this some-fucking-how.

With the one hand that’s not occupied with keeping hold of some part of Vox, Valentino grabs the edge of Vox’s screen, forcing him to look up at him. Vox’s face is flickering in and out, pupils darting, mouth twisted in either agony or terror, probably both. 

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, fingers tracing gently across the glass that makes up the equivalent of Vox’s cheek. He continues to murmur soothing nonsense and pet names to him. He really doubts Vox can understand a thing. It doesn’t seem to matter what he says as long as he’s the one who’s saying it. 

There’s a whoosh of air from Vox’s vents before he goes limp in Val’s arms again, head only supported by Val, expression dazed. Valentino carefully guides his face back into his neck ruff, grimacing a bit at the way his fur immediately puffs up due to the static. Aah, the things he endures for this man.

“Don’t stop talking,” Velvette demands and he’s struck by how novel it is for her to ask that of him. Usually, she’s one of the few people who can get away with telling him to shut up and she abuses that privilege liberally. “He freaked out because you shut up. I’d like to get this done without any more meltdowns,” she explains because of course she couldn’t just let him think she enjoyed the sound of his beautiful voice.

“Hmn, what should I talk about?” he muses aloud, fingers idly tracing the back of Vox’s monitor. “Liiike, should I just talk to myself or am I gonna get the privilege of having you as a conversation partner?” he asks teasingly.

That gets him a frigid glare in return and Vel sighs like she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. “It doesn’t fucking matter. Just– I’m really not in the mood right now, Val.” 

Okay, well, fuck him for trying to lighten the mood. Talking to himself it is since Velvette’s being such a bitch about the situation and not even in the cool way she normally is.

He settles on bitching about the useless fucks back at the studio, because that is a topic he’s always willing to go on about and it’s not one Velvette’s usually willing to listen to, but he kind of has her hostage now, so fuck her. Valentino allows the annoyed scowl on her face to soothe the bubbling rage in the pit of his stomach as he rants about how Angel Dust has been taking over three fucking minutes to respond to his texts recently.

He’s on his sixth Angel-related story when Velvette finishes stitching and begins winding gauze around Vox’s arm. He hates how the bandages make Vox somehow seem even smaller, more visibly broken. He holds Vox a little tighter.

Velvette brushes some of her hair out of her face and God, she’s a mess. Her hair is all fucked up and she’s absolutely covered in blood– mostly Vox’s but a little bit of her’s from where Vox’s claws nicked her in his struggle.

“Okay, fuck, one down, one to go. Flip him over for me,” she instructs and Val knows what she means but he’s immediately hit with the mental image of flipping Vox over with a spatula like he’s a pancake.

He doesn’t tell Vel about his hilarious thought because he’s apparently not allowed to even try and make this shitty situation even slightly less miserable. He just does what she tells him to, even if the high-pitched noise of alarm Vox makes when he pulls his screen from his chest to reposition him makes him desperately wish there was someone or something around he could maim.

It takes at least another half an hour for Velvette to finish with his left arm and she does so not a moment too soon because somehow, Val was about to run out of people to complain about. He was really scraping the bottom of the barrel there for a sec.

“You’re not gonna let me flake out on the shoot, are you?” Val asks as Velvette puts the thread and gauze back in the kit. The last thing he wants is to go back to the shoot with Vox in his arms, but with the state he’s in, they both know he’s not going to be able to be left alone. 

“I can’t make you do shit, but we both know how much is riding on this movie selling well,” she responds and Val can’t help but groan. She’s right. They both know she is and he fucking hates that.

“Ugh, fine, but you can’t bitch at me if I shoot a bitch or two,” he concedes as he stands up, Vox still held securely in his arms. God, Vox is hot as Hell, in a literal sense. It feels like he’s hugging an overheated laptop. The rest of this day is going to suck, but whatever, it’s not like the past several years of his afterlife haven’t also sucked. It’s not like he has much hope left of it - of Vox - getting any better.

->

[lacyscabinet]

Sickness

Natalie Scatorccio x reader

NOT PROOFREAD

MASTERLIST

A/n: hi y'all!!! Sooo... sorry this isn't a request but a couple of days ago I was really sick and I thought "I wouldn't survive a day in the wilderness during winter" so I basically created a scenario where the reader gets a fever while stranded. Enjoy:)

After that cursed night when the desperation got the best of all of you and you all ended up banqueting over poor (but perfectly cooked) Jackie, everything started going even more down hill that you thought was possible.

The weather grew colder, there was no game in sight which was getting Natalie extremely frustrated and Lottie's cult started to form.

Your days were spent chopping wood in the burning cold, helping Mary in the kitchen trying to make the most of whatever you had or simply staying in the living room under a blanket, facing the fire and getting warm.

One particular morning Taissa took down a huge tree after you realized that soon the wood you saved up for the cabin was going to run out. So when she was done she passed you the axe and headed back to the cabin leaving you alone.

Soon enough it started to snow, and it's not like you could just go back inside, if you did everyone would freeze to death that night, and you thought to yourself "If Nat and Travis go out in the snow every day I can stay out here a little longer'

So you did. After four hours you had enough wood for a few days but you decided to keep going, chopping some more.

"What are you doing out here during a fucking blizzard y/n?" Suddenly a voice called out, Natalie and Travis came back from their daily (failed) hunt

"Chopping wood" you simply said, and Natalie shook her head "Come inside, you're gonna get sick, you're not used to staying in the cold for this long" she placed her hand on your back, guiding you back to the cabin.

At dinner time Mari served the watery soup she prepared and you all chugged it down to at least get the brief feeling of fullness for a while, Natalie sat next to you, her elbow colliding with yours every time she raised the cup to her lips.

Suddenly you let out a small cough and Nat's eyes immediately shifted on you with a worried expression "You okay?" She asked, you simply nodded and acted as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You ready to sleep?" Natalie asked as she got comfortable in your shared makeshift bed, you sat next to her with a tired look on your face, and Nat immediately realized that it wasn't just because you needed some sleep, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her, placing a hand on your burning forehead "Shit" she mumbled "you're sick baby, you have a fever" you rested your back on her chest, closing your eyes, slowly the fever started to rise and suddenly you heard Natalie talking to Van "Wet this cloth with cold water or something we need to keep the fever down"

Seconds later the cloth was placed on your forehead and you softly whined at the contact "shhhh...I know it's cold but it will help" she cooed in your ear, suddenly you ended up in a coughing fit, your girlfriend's eyes widened and she instantly rubbed your back trying to reassure you.

After another couple of hours you finally fell asleep in Nat's arms, she stayed awake all night, checking on you and immerging the cloth in cold water periodically.

"Here, it's for her" Natalie heard Lottie mumble, looking up the brunette was holding a necklace with the tooth of the bear she killed at the end of the summer as a charm "It's for protection, the wilderness told me..."

"Shut the fuck up Lottie!" Natalie snapped at her "This is serious she's really sick and your wicca bullshit is not gonna help her, she needs paracetamol and cough syrup so if the wilderness told you where to find that stuff I'll be glad to listen but I doubt that happened so please, please, just leave us alone now"

Slightly hurt by her friend's tone Lottie backed up and went back to her bed, falling asleep.

After a couple of minutes you woke up because of a runny nose, Nat passed you a piece of cloth and waited for you to be done.

"how are you feeling baby?" She asked, scared that you were feeling worse, you cuddled up to her once more and mumbled "I feel the same" and even tho Natalie was slightly relieved that the pain wasn't encasing, she knew that you were still in pain "I'm so sorry y/n, I wish I could do something but I can't do anything and it's just-"

"No... it's okay Nat, you're already doing more than enough for me"

Natalie smiled, cradling your head on her shoulder waiting for you to fall back asleep, hoping that you were going to get better.

[am-i-interrupting]

Welcome to Hell | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: You died and fell in hell. You saw people you hadn’t seen in years. You were shocked but not in a bad way. What you didn’t know was that while you had died, you had left a certain show host alone and he did not do well working alone.

All you felt was pain but pain was nothing new for you. What was new was that it was all encompassing. Every movement, every blink, every breath hurt. You heard someone say something. You heard a lot of noise.

There were sirens. More people talking. Then nothing.

The next morning, a show host looked down at his script in disbelief. “Yesterday, March 27th at 1:34 pm, famous author and daughter of the deceased radio show host and serial killer Alastor, was pronounced dead,” he said, voice not as strong as it normally was and filled with true, sincere grief instead of the faux sadness he would normally put on. “Known to the world for her resilience, known to her community for her theatrics and kindness, known to myself as a friend. The world will miss you. Now if you’ll excuse us for a brief intermission.”

He stood up from his seat and walked off set.

“I’m so sorry, we thought you knew because of—“

“Call Travis to continue. I’ll be gone for the rest of the week,” he said, slamming the door of the studio.

The pain wasn’t all encompassing when you opened your eyes. No, instead it was focused on your knees and the palms of your hands.

Speaking of your hands, why were you nails sharper and black?

You pulled yourself up and immediately took a step back when you saw someone cross the street. Someone or something with fur, horns, wings, and multiple eyes. You watched them walk past, trying to not draw attention to yourself while also not cowering.

You weren’t scared, after all, and cowering would only give that appearance. You were confused.

You walked down the street. Your heels clacked as you walked. Long strides, head up, slightest hint of a smile, eyes wondering lazily but not darting.

Glancing back down at your hands, you didn’t understand why your fingernails were more like claws and black. You flexed your fingers while you took stock of the rest of yourself.

Clothes were still on. You felt like you were higher than usual. Your torso, arms, and legs were. . . You rolled your ankle. Your foot felt different.

Okay, that’s odd.

You ran your fingers across your face. It felt the same. Your arms stretched above your head. You felt something. . . furry? Your ears twitched. You knew they were your ears but why did the furry thing move with it? Why were your ears higher on your head?

You slowly breathed in and then out, trying to calm yourself. However, your tongue hit the back of your teeth and they were pointed, sharp. You felt even more unnerved.

Then something brushed against your pants. You spun around in a circle. No one was behind you but it was still there.

Suddenly you realized it was attached to you and you felt yourself begin to panic. Curiosity gone.

“Oh, dear, you look lost as a lamb,” a strong Boston-like accent said. “I’ve got a couple minutes to spare. Where are you going? Maybe I can point you in the right direction.”

You turned to the source of the voice and were met with a tall woman in a burgundy dress. What stood out about her wasn’t her vintage attire. No, instead it was her pale grey skin, white hair, black eyes, and sharp teeth.

You smiled on instinct. “Why I’m not sure,” you told her.

She squinted her eyes at you and leaned close to you. You leaned back without taking a step, merely moving your torso.

“Ah, you’re new,” she said. “Come, come, I’ll give you the run down of this old place and get you something to eat. Fresh as you are, you must be starved.”

She started walking. You hung back for a moment.

“Unless of course, you’d prefer to learn the ropes yourself from the more unsavory times than me.” As if on queue gunshots rang out in the air.

You followed behind her.

“We’re gonna go to my district. You’ll be safe there for the time being,” she said.

“And where exactly are we now?” you asked, keeping a respectable distance between you and this woman for the time.

“Oh, silly me,” the woman said. “I forgot to introduce myself and this place. First thing’s first, my name is Rosie and welcome to your first day in Hell, sweetheart.”

You stopped walking for a moment. Pausing to take in the information.

“Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asked, her tone now less joyous and more concerned.

You shook your head to clear it. “Yes, I— Please, continue.”

“Alrighty then! From what I hear, here’s not so different from topside so you’ll probably get the hang of things real quick,” she began and continued to explain things as she walked you to a place that was far more well kept than any other place.

A sigh caught your attention. An eye and two words on it, “Cannibal Town.”

This is where Rosie seemed to be getting positive attention. She waved to people and stopped to introduce you to several. You felt yourself relax a bit though you didn’t allow your guard to slip.

The people here looked closer to normal. The setting was somewhat familiar. At least nothing was on fire. Then there was—

Wait a moment.

Your eyes zoned in on a woman. Short, curvy, blonde hair, dressed in a flapper dress with bright makeup. It couldn’t be. She caught your eye and hers widened. Apparently it was.

“Oh my stars! Is that who I think it is?” It definitely was. “Rosie, ya might wanna keep your hands off of this one when it comes to a deal, sugar.”

Rosie looked at her interested and intrigued but said nothing as she pulled you in for a hug. “You may be all grown up now but I’d recognize those features anywhere. You’re a damn near clone of your ma and pa. You do remember me right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I go by Mimzy now but don’t think that means I’ve been changed much,” she said. “Come on, let Momma Mimzy take care of ya for a minute. I’ve got a meetin’ with your daddy this evening.”

“Let me rearrange a few things and I’ll come with you,” Rosie said. “You’ve got me intrigued.”

“How about you meet us at my club? That’s where Alastor’s meeting me anyway. I was just here to find some quality deer to bribe him but I don’t think I’ll be needing that anymore,” Mimzy said with a laugh.

Rosie’s eyes lit up. “Alastor? So this is. . . I feel silly for not seeing it before. It’s plain as day.”

“I know, I know,” Mimzy said, waving her off with one hand and using the other to drag you along, like you were once again a child. “So watcha been up too?”

“I— Daddy’s here?” Oh, dear lord, you were talking like a child now too but you couldn’t help it. It was the only thing you ever called your father when he was alive. You’d only switched to calling him your father when you’d realized people wouldn’t take you seriously otherwise. That’s also when you started adopting a fake accent full time instead of as a party trick and you could feel that slipping as well.

“Where’d you think he’d end up with all that killing, hon? Heaven? Ha! He’d die a second time before he let that happen,” she said. “No, no, no. Of course he’s here. He never did tell me how he died though.”

“He got shot,” you told her on autopilot.

“Ah, that’s why he’s got the X on his forehead. I had my suspicions but can’t be sure about these things with Alastor,” Mimzy told you. She paused for a moment, “Well, if you’re not gonna talk, I will.”

Thus began her story of everything that had happened to her since she died. You knew better than to take everything at face value. Even with two decades without seeing her, you remembered how she loved to over exaggerate her success and under sell her mishaps. Granted you didn’t listen to most of what she said. You were too busy taking in everything that happened to you in the last twenty-four hours.

That’s how you ended up sitting at a table while Mimzy ran around the club unable to sit still for too long without yapping and having realized you weren’t listening. You had a glass of whiskey in front of you. Untouched save for your finger absentmindedly circling the rim.

A gentle hand touched your arm. You looked up and saw Rosie. Her gentle, warm smile settled something inside you just a bit.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said. “It’s quieter up there.”

You nodded and followed her like the lost lamb she’d called your earlier today.

The couch was softer than the wooden chairs downstairs. Rosie turned on the radio and soft jazz omitted from it.

For a moment you let your mind wander to your childhood. Jazz playing in the background as the smell of food cooking filled the house and you and your father were in the living area. The floor cleared as he took your little hands in his and slowed his movements to something you could keep up to even if it meant it was off beat.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows but nothing ever was. He let you learn the hard way most of the time but patched you up as soon you got hurt. There were times near the end, where you yelled at him and he gave no reaction, not a single flinch even when the door slammed. Still, you cleaned the blood from his clothes when he worked late or was out for a kill or a party and he spoiled you with things you’d asked for weeks or even months ago and had already forgotten about.

The door creaked as it opened. The sound of people talking flooded the room. Only one mattered.

“. . . you so sure I’ll help you.”

“Trust me, Alastor. This is a surprise you’re gonna love,” Mimzy said as she walked one the room.

“Good evening, Rosie,” Alastor said as he followed Mimzy. Rosie waved in reply, her eyes flickering over to you. Alastor followed her gaze.

He looked almost exactly how you remembered him. His skin was grey now, his hair red and black and a bit longer, there were ears and antlers on the top of his head, and his eyes were red. However, he was still your father.

“Hello, my dear, to what do I—“

His brows furrowed but his coffee stained teeth remained frozen in a smile. He lowered himself, bending at the hips, to level his head with yours.

“Do I know you?” he asked sincerely.

You inhaled shakily. “Daddy.” You pulled him down into a hug.

He placed one hand on the couch to steady himself as the other wrapped around you. He pulled you closer to him and moved you so you were sitting on his lap as he sat in the couch.

Alastor drew your head closer to him, almost hiding you in the crook of his neck. He rested his own head against yours.

“Mimzy, darling, you do have yourself a deal,” Alastor said as he continued to try to pull you as close to himself as possible and you did the same.

Alastor took you home with him. He filled a closet with clothing Rosie readily supplied and promised to take you shopping for things as soon as he could.

You went to take a shower at Alastor’s own request. He insisted you smelled “too much like the living world” and that in and of itself was a vulnerability.

Entering the bathroom, you caught site of yourself in the mirror almost immediately. You looked different but you’d already assumed that to some degree. You already knew your nails were black and your ears were in a different space.

What you hadn’t expected were large fox ears attached to your head and a tail flicking behind you. Your hair matched your ears in color, a soft white turning into a soft purple. Your eyes are completely black. You undressed and saw your feet. Your legs transformed into something fuzzy as your feet were now paws.

You were truly in hell then. Why was that the least shocking part of your day? Why instead was the thing you couldn’t comprehend was that you were reunited with your father?

It wasn’t raining. Of course, it wasn’t raining. This wasn’t some television program but it’d be so much easier if it was.

He placed an iris on the fresh grave. They were a flower you said reminded you of your true home. Maybe it’d give you comfort wherever you were.

To avoid another cliche he turned around and left so he collapsed in his car and not on your grave site.

There was so much he should have done, should have said to show you just how much he really cared. You didn’t know. You didn’t know how much he adored you.

He should have gone home. He knew he should just go home and rest and cry some more. It would do no one any good to catch a famous man drowning in his cups but he couldn’t help it.

He went to work a week later and if people noticed the show host persona fell immediately after the cameras stopped rolling they didn’t mention it. If they noticed him get more callous no one said anything. If they noticed he poured himself into work and went from just a show host to one of the top business men in television, well, they praised him for it.

[12pt-times-new-roman]

IT'S MIGHTY NEIN DAY LET'S GOOOO

god, the SET, the COSTUMES, travis in full half-orc makeup — fucking gorgeous. but I do have the sneaking feeling that Matt is dressed as young Ludinus.......

The time: seven years after the peace treaty that ended the War of Ash and Light, immediately after the ignition of the Malleus Key. The level: 20. The setting: the Encanter's Rest, Blightshore, where Caleb and Beauregard have landed.

In the midst of this, Caleb has a terrifying realization: if his own collar has been disenchanted, what others have been, too? But Beau's priority is to get to Yasha, who was with Caduceus, and Caleb teleports them there with a chipped piece of gravestone.

The Blooming Grove is healthier than they've ever seen it, and the curse of the Savalirwood has been driven away slightly. Caduceus' hair is a vibrant pink again.

"We made it to the Malleus Key like we planned, but nothing ended as we planned. Da'leth brought down a champion of the Matron, into the heart of the dig site, and he did something — our vision went white, we woke up in a different part of the world —" "Long story short, everything's fucked. I think we need to rally the troupe."

Next stop: the deck of the Nein Heroez, docked in Nicodranas.

Fjord update: his level 20 multiclass is warlock 14/paladin 6, and holy fuck his new art—

Stone's Throw has acquired multiple new ships, including the Rumblecusp Express and the Sapphire of the Sea.

As they travel through Nicodranas toward Veth, they catch wind of something having spooked sea-beasts into the streets.

"I'm sorry, the place is a mess, the world has been turned upside down—" "Wait, something happened here too? What's wrong?" "I have a teenager!"

They sit down to have a conversation, alongside Yeza.

"Uh... Cerberus Assembly, global fuckery, the moon is not where it's supposed to be, Trent may not be imprisoned anymore — and we're getting the Nein back together to deal with it."

Jester update: she took flash recall as her 19th level feat.

Jester attempts to scry on Trent and it doesn't work. They immediately assume that he's broken out and has an amulet, but it could still be that the entire prison is warded against scrying.

"Caleb, do you need an amulet so he can't look in on you?" "Let him come." that's what we call character development!

The Nein, in true Nein fashion, decide to tackle the immediate problem first, rather than trying to push the moon back into space when they don't really know anything about it. Trent joined with Ludinus is far more dangerous than Ludinus on his own, so they'll take down Trent first and play whack-a-mole with the rest of the Assembly later.

Veth isn't sure if she should go with them, but Luc slams his door open — "mom, don't be a coward! You do this every time! You have to be an adventurer for everyone, that's our calling! You can ground me all you want, but I learned it from you!"

Caleb cuts in. "Young man, you do not take your mother's love for granted. Do you understand me?"

They start to leave, but Veth doesn't want to. Caleb draws the circle to the Cobalt Soul archive in Rexxentrum, he steps through, the last to go — and Luc, rogue 5/wizard 3, dashes through at the last second!!

The way the entirety of the Mighty Nein turns on Luc the second they realize he's there and are so protective of him is fucking adorable. Beau challenges him to hit her with a spell, but ol' uncle Caleb counters it and puts him in a wall of force. "We are dealing with people who could kill you with a blink. You are not ready. You are talented, and I'm proud of you, but you're not ready." Luc is out here using Sam's 22 charisma to convince everyone — including Caduecus — to let him stay. Caleb agrees, too, on one condition: that Luc will stay under his eye at every moment, and that he reserves the right to teleport Luc back home the second it becomes too dangerous.

On the upside, it appears that the teleportation circles in the Cobalt Soul are still working.

Since the solstice, the Cobalt Soul has closed its archive doors. They discovered that the master vault has had its wards interfered with and has actually been infiltrated and trapped from within — with Yudala Fon meeting with the king, they ask the Nein to investigate.

Caleb update: Fortune's Favor is his second-level spell mastery choice.

The hallway to the vault leads to a massive adamantine door covered in runes — though it would usually glow blue upon approach, the runes are cold and lifeless. It creaks open without issue.

Inside is a storage room filled with various chained crates, tomes, display cases, and other such things.

In the middle of the floor is a toothy mouth. "Welcome, Bren. You are nothing if not reliable. It feels good to be free — have had so much time to ponder. I can now see how solitude forged you, I now know the greatness that can come from endless quiet and conjecture. At the edges of my mind, many seek me in silence. I wonder If any partnership would meet my standards. I have much to thank you for, my exemplary pupil. It is only fitting you have now taught me, and I return renewed. I must confirm my theories, for they keep many secrets beneath this library. You are welcome to learn what I have, Bren." The magic mouth spell vanishes.

At the far end of the room is a figure, crouched — Aggy, a dwarvish monk (way of the drunken fist, presumably), level 5, played by Wembly Arena's announcer Daniel! The monk was sent into the archive ahead of them, but got caught in some kind of explosion. "Without being too rude, who the living fuck are you?"

Beau update: She got promoted to High Monk!

Fjord uses see invisibility, revealing a handle on the wall that was previously hidden. Aggy goes and headbutts it, inadvertently turning the lever and opening a secret door in the wall.

Through this new door, another mouth appears. "We have all done terrible things, Bren, and we all must be punished for them. I still pay the price, and so too shall he. The Shadowhand must step into his own might. I will tell the Bright Queen of his betrayal, and in this, he shall be made free to follow your path of pain. Only in suffering are we made paragon, and I will make you better; you will be my proudest achievement."

The passage leads to a series of terraced platforms that then lead to a room covered in lockboxes. Each is hidden with invisibility, and protected by various wards.

Aggy, brazenly running down the passageway and sticking his hand on one of the lockboxes, gets instantly killed by a disintegrate.

One of the lockboxes is slightly ajar, and no longer has a trap on it; the inside is empty except for a piece of paper, and another magic mouth appears. "To bleed is to scab, to break is to mend stronger, to hurt is to learn; but recklessness will only leave you dead and forgotten. I was called here to take of its blessing and release one of its forgotten nightmares; arrogance thinks it can use me, but I am the master here. I am he who feeds on ambition, he who drinks of promise and leaves nothing unearned." He tells Caleb to meet him at the ruins of his childhood home — "dinner will be waiting."

Beau comforts Caleb in the way that she does. "You've worked really hard to overcome this. You are above this." "You are right. I don't care that he taunts me. But he doesn't need to be breathing anymore."

With at nat20 plus true seeing, Beau can see the name of what each lockbox contains. The two that were ajar read "adrenus sap," a rare unholy ichor distilled for use in abyssal rituals to bind servants of the abyss or undeath to their domains, or to ensnare such creatures; and "afterimentahl," an arcane binding stone used to capture powerful beings for study, syphoning, or experimentation. The ones known typically contain an entity from the Calamity or before, but the process of creating them has been lost.

back from break and so ready to watch them finally kill this motherfucker—

They put up the tower to sleep for the night, and cast a heroes' feast preemptively.

Caleb uses wish to cast simulacrum on himself to create a copy. He then gives Luc his luck stone, re-attunes his ring of evasion, and casts mind blank on himself before going to bed.

And with a night's rest, Caleb can prepare another 9th level spell or can keep wish — he didn't even have to roll for it because he duplicated a spell! 20th level wizards are a hell of a thing.

With potions drank, fog clouds created, and a heroes' feast had, the Nein plus Luc teleport to Blumenthal.

As they approach, Caleb feels the ghost of his grief, but he has come to terms with it. The house that stands here looks exactly like his childhood home. "I have done what I have needed to do in this world. If I don't walk from this, I need you to get that boy to safety."

Inside, there is laughter — Una's, followed by Leofric's, mingled with Trent's. Caleb walks in, followed by Jester and Fjord. With divine sense, Fjord reads both Una and Leofric as undead. Caleb's simulacrum is polymorphed into a sabertooth to protect Luc. The rest flank the house and watch through the windows.

Breakfast is set at the table. There are seven empty chairs.

"Mother, don't you think it's strange, you haven't changed one iota?" "Not at all. He has given us a second chance." With an insight check, Caleb sees them for what they are: just bodies, reanimated.

Jester leans, says "I'm sorry" to Caleb — and casts turn undead. Both parents fail their saves, fall back. Trent's face falls. "Wery well, then. Perhaps the lesson should start with me." The entire house explodes, but their preparation reduces the damage significantly, and before them is Trent Ikithon, floating up in the air — and where Una and Leofric were are two ghoulish corpses.

time for initiative and combat updates!

Trent's spell save DC is 22. That's just about on-par for a 20th-level wizard with money; a 22 INT plus a robe of the archmagi gets him there, and an arcane grimoire can compensate for no robe or a 20 INT.

Trent can use 2 legendary actions to cast a spell.

Caleb Prime: *downed* Caleb 2: immediately turns into a fucking t-rex

Luc casts see invisibility and reveals that Trent's avatar is an illusory duplicate, and the real Trent is crouched behind a tree like a little fucking creep.

After a chain lightning, a meteor swarm that did higher-than-average damage, and a massive house explosion, everyone's back to full with a mass heal! So with two clerics in the party with a 9th level each, plus a guaranteed divine intervention that can duplicate a mass heal, these fuckers have a latent health pool of 2800 hit points.

Beau update: Her 19th level feat is mobile.

In an antimagic field, Trent is cowering — "but this is why the intelligent prepare. Omentis, be unleashed." The field doesn't suppress artifacts, and he breaks the afterimentahl against his chest. From where he stands, an orb of pitch darkness grows, and a 40-foot entity made of purplish and black shadow, with four arms and glowing purple orbs begins to stalk toward Blumenthal itself.

Seeing that, Caleb plants one palm, two palms on the ground — and uses shapechange to transform into Gelidon, the Nightmare in Ivory.

KAIJU FIGHT!!

and then, just to top it all off, Luc casts enlarge on the fucking t-rex!

"Arty, if there's ever a time we needed you—" Jester uses gate to pull Artagan out of the feywild and right into this fucking kaiju fight. "Don't worry, Jester, I've got y—oh, what have you brought me into?! Really?!"

An archfey, an ancient dragon, a giant t-rex, and the avatar of an abyssal archfiend tethered to the soul of a 20th-level archmage walk into a bar...

With holy weapon active, Yasha does 168 damage in a turn without a crit.

Its full name is Omentis, Scion of Ruin. Everyone within 60 feet gets hit with its "void hunger," automatically takes necrotic damage at the top of its turn. It also has "aura of oblivion," a beam that emits from its face and deals massive (as in, 150 points on a failed save) force damage. Its AC is 24, and it is considered undead.

With his passive perception, Caleb notices that the crystal that Trent shattered is still visible in its chest.

Luc notices and targets the artifact, which causes the shadow holding the creature together to flicker.

Caduceus uses divine intervention (which automatically succeeds) to cause the creature's shadow to become translucent, so that they can see the artifact clearly within it. In the center, with the crystal at his heart, is the shadowy echo of Trent, hanging like a puppet.

what is it with live shows and nat20s at crucial story moments???

With a nat20 strength check, Beau rips the heart from the creature. All the shadows swirl around it and get pulled back into the egg, and as it reforms, Trent himself gets pulled, screaming, into it — Beau tosses it up, Gelidon catches it and smashes it into the ground.

As the dust settles, the people of Blumenthal gather, and the sun begins to rise.

The heart remains intact, but sealed forever with Trent inside it.

Caleb uses demiplane — which opens into a familiar nine-sided tower — to seal the heart away for..... future use.

They decide that after all this, Luc deserves a party — not least of all to celebrate Fjord and Jester's engagement!

At the end of it all, Caleb uses the tower to cook a feast for all of Blumenthal.

"While this was a singular victory, it is still the beginning of much work to be done."