#I screamed into my pillow I stg

[messrmoonyy]

I think we all need to just take a moment and talk about young Tess cause-

[hazelfoureyes]

HAZELLLL OH BOY DO I HAVE A GOOD IDEAAAA

OKOK so what if doe! Reader is with vox and readers in heat right right????

But vox can't help reader break it (he's been trying for hours)

So he has to call alastor to help you since he's the only deer vox knows of

Oh my goddd

Hohoho good night awquar 💖

Cucking Vox

「warnings/promises: Vox x Female doe reader, Alastor x female doe reader, smut, Cucking the TV man, knotting, heat, pussy flooded, Alastor says “good girl”, hell is heaven now, you’re engaged but meh, drones were not made for this, Breeding???, humilation of the flat headed prince, Vox loves you, but your pussy love Alastor」

Minors I stg! DNI!

It had been all morning. He didn’t mind the stamina required, but his love was still suffering. Nothing was satiating your needs, even when he went out of his way to transform his typically human male prick into something more akin to the wider based cock you needed …. It was still not enough.

As you laid supine and open, the artificial knot full and stuck in you, the whines didn’t stop. It didn’t have the heat your cunt knew a proper mate would have. His load was too small, your womb quivering in need with every pathetic release he buried in you. A real knot would pulse with the heart rate of the buck claiming you. 

“Nothing?” Vox’s voice was high and worried. 

“I mean… it’s something.” Grumbled into a pillow. You ground against him but it was useless to calm your burning walls. Ever hour that passed without being properly fucked became torturous. 

“What does it feel like? Not getting, ya know,” suddenly he felt shy, voicing the thing he was lacking, “knotted.”

You considered sparing him the truth but your animal brain said it before your human one could stop it, “It hurts. It feels like my pussy is on fire. Do you know how sometimes the roof of your mouth itches and you can’t scratch it? That. For fucking hours.”

Seeing you in pain hurt him, deeper than he could handle. How could he have so much money and power and feel so worthless for you now?

Did he truly have no resources? No recourse? No remedy? 

As he watched your large doe ears press back into your skull, the solution came to him.

“One minute babe, you just…” Vox halted as you rolled on your side, fingers coming to your center to have some friction, “Keep doing that…”

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When the drone approached his patio table,  he didn’t look up. 

When Vox’s voice crackled through the small speaker, he didn’t look up.

When the question, “How much for you to fuck my fiancée?” was shouted at him, he admittedly choked a little on his coffee and finally acknowledged the device.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Alastor set the mug down to keep from breaking it in his hand.

“To humiliate me.”

A beat.

A hum.

A twirl of his staff.

“Well in that case, for free!”

Vox blinked twice as he stared at the monitor, “Wait, really?”

Alastor mulled it over seriously now. Did he want to have sex right now? No, not really. Did the idea of making Vox’s future wife scream his name sound hilarious? Yes absolutely. 

He shrugged, getting up from his chair as the drone spun around him, “Shit, I didn’t expect you to agree.”

“So you don’t want me to bed your gal?” Alastor smiled, “Then I’m definitely in.”

Vox chewed on a claw, “Fuck! Fine just get down here. And I don’t owe you any favors for this, so don’t even fucking ask.”

“Oh Vox, favors? You’re hardly the one I’d go to when in need. You’re not even the first Vee I’d approach! Ha!”

Before he could crash the drone directly into that smug face, he heard your whimpers from the bedroom down the hall and paused. 

“Just”, Vox cradled his screen in his hands, “hurry up.”

It became immediately clear why his former partner had called him of all people when Alastor exited the elevator into Vox’s personal floor.

The living quarters were swimming in the heady scent of arousal. Specifically, a doe. 

Alastor rolled his eyes, of course Vox found one of the few other deer demons in the pride ring to marry.

“Ooh, you are in a pickle, huh?” He leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight of the overlord rubbing your back as you groaned. His eyes fell immediately to the downturned tail above your bare cheeks. “Poor thing.” He cooed.

You couldn’t find the will to turn your head to look. A growled, “Voxy?”

“He’s here to help, babe.” His hands sped up their massaging swirls.

“Who, exactly?”

“Alastor! The radio demon. A plea-,” He began but couldn’t finish. 

Vox laughed nervously, “He’s a deer demon! Like you!” 

“You grabbed a random deer demon off the street to-,”

“No! Not at all! Though, admittedly, the only other deer demon I know.” As you made a noise of disapproval, he added, “He’s an overlord! An old pal, even.”

You heard the strange man guffaw. Finally, you rolled over to lay eyes on the supposed cavalry your beau had summoned.

Oh. 

“Hmm.” Something in you unspoken yet still demanding made you roll into your back and drop your knees open. 

He hadn’t anticipated a fellow deer in heat. Vox had offered him more than just fucking his girl, it turned out. Alastor had come mostly expecting to laugh in Vox’s face as a second best humiliation and head to cannibal town, but seeing how Vox was so desperately in love, well, how could he say no? What more delicious of a meal could exist than splitting open Vox’s ego while splitting open his doe with the same effort.

Still on the bed, Vox felt the air shift as he stood between Alastor and you. 

“Well, I uh, guess I’ll leave you two to it.” His screen flashed a pink haze of embarrassment.

“Oh? Abandoning her already?” With a snap and a flourish of his fingers, a plush reading chair materialized on the opposite side of the bed. “Take a seat, old chum.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

Alastor loosened his bowtie, “You’d really leave your vulnerable and needy betrothed all alone with a man? Tsk tsk.”

Vox laughed, “You’re not a man.”

“Ooh, correct.” Alastor reached the bed, undoing his belt, “I’m a buck, right little one?” When his hand reached out and slid down your calf you trembled. Even his skin on yours felt different than Vox’s. “Now take a seat.”

His flat face turned to you, who could only nod as a long claw dragged down your shin.

Vox settled into his chair and crossed his arms. He wanted to say something snotty about how he would make more money on his cell during the little romp than Alastor could dream of, but the sound of Alastor’s zipper made his throat close.

“I’ll need a little assistance to catch up to you, sweetheart. Mind lending me a hand?” Alastor rested his knees on either side of your thighs,  body hovering over you as he knelt.

You briefly considered arguing, but as his other hand pulled his still soft cock from his pants and the scent of him hit your heightened senses, you found your body sitting up. Your hand went into his as he placed it around himself. His fist around yours as he showed you how to stroke him.

“Is that really necessary?” Vox’s voice seemed to glitch.

“Of course! I’m only capable of knotting when in rut. And a rut can only be triggered by a doe in heat. I’ll need her touch and scent to … get the show started, so to speak.” Alastor’s hand left yours, index finger coming to lift your chin. The first eye contact of the evening, funnily enough coming after skin met skin. 

Deep red eyes shone down on you behind a widening smile, “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

“You’re obnoxious.” You slurred, a second wave of his uniquely virile musk rolling off his heated crotch. “Good girl? You just met me you….Old timey…”, the lights in your brain shut off, “fuck. Fuck.” Your mind was a blank piece of paper, the word ‘breed’ scrawled haphazardly as your hand felt the weight of his erection. 

Vox had never seen you make that face, nor your eyes lose focus and dilate quite like that either. He couldn’t help but glance at the thick appendage in your fist.

A look shot to his own lap, he hadn’t considered girth into the equation… 

Your mouth opened, saliva pooling in your cheeks as you brought him to your lips. Alastor’s hand snaked back to grab you by the hair and gently keep you off of him, not needing someone’s spit slathered on his skin. 

“Okay now-“ As Vox interjected Alastor’s hand sat still on your head.

“I’ll allow it.” The radio demon had a change of heart at the upset tone of his former friend.

Your tongue blanketed your bottom lip to welcome Alastor in, cheeks hollowing from the size of him alone. Why did he taste like that? Like someone you should only view from your knees? A power to his sweat that made your pussy clench. 

Just a few bobs of your head and he was pulling you off, the job done when Vox seemed to slouch back into the chair in resignation. Large and warm hands guided you onto your back and then onto your right side. Your line of sight was your husband-to-be, claws digging into the fabric of his summoned chair.

It was nice to be handled in your heat. To have strong hands move you around your bed as they wanted you, that alone nearly distracted you from the throbbing of your pussy now showing behind your thighs. Alastor lifted your left leg and used it to pull you to him, a wanton whimper from you when he lined up.

His chuckle was more than annoying, but you were in no position to argue. The sound of impatient tapping momentarily took your focus away; Vox’s foot hitting the tile floor. Your eyes followed up his body to meet his stare just in time for you to let out a loud, shakey gasp. Another came before you could catch your breath, the stretch burning as Alastor pressed in.

He began small incessant thrusts, your slick lubricating his intrusion with each withdrawal.

Vox watched entranced as your body seemed to melt into the bed with every snap of the deer man’s hips. You had spent the morning tense and sweating, so to see you so lax and comfortable was momentarily reassuring. But as your head lolled back with Alastor bottoming out, a flame of jealousy began to roar in sincerity. 

“Fuck,” you tried to keep the commentary down to spare your love, but you could feel your walls spreading around Alastor in a way you’d been praying for since you woke up aroused and pained. When he was fully sheathed you had to grip your pillow to keep from rolling onto your back and spreading yourself wider for him. The baser part of your brain urging you to give yourself over to the more-than-suitable mate. 

“You sweet doe, you’re burning up inside. And so swollen. Feeling better?” Alastor said it with such a clear voice you wondered how he was unaffected by your twitching pussy. 

With a nod you buried your face into the pillow clenched in your fists. His thrusts slowed. “Yes,” you ground out. The rhythm picked up again.

“Better than Vox could manage?” He side eyed Vox.

Your left foot came up and pushed at his chin, “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Hmm, afraid I can’t do both,” Alastor pulled out entirely, lower head rubbing side to side as he spread his own precum along your folds. 

Closing your eyes to not see Vox, you mumbled, “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around your left leg for leverage and thrust back into you with a single push. With a shift of his hips his cock hit against your g-spot with every entry. Your breaths quickly devolved into raspy gasps.

You felt a rush of slick as your body responded to the stimulation. The sound of Alastor’s cock sliding in and out of your arousal reached Vox despite being a ways away from the bed. The previous flame in his chest began to lower. Watching your body rock along with the obscene sounds of you being fucked was having an unexpected effect on him. With a gulp he let his hand rest on his lap, a gentle pressure as he palmed his growing erection.

The deep reach of the radio demon’s cock churning up your insides was felt by you and seen by Vox.

“You’re doing so well, dear. Look how wet you’ve gotten.” One hand came down to run past your clit, “I promise to have you dripping.” He turned his head fully to Vox now, “That’s why I’m here, after all. To breed you.” Vox opened his mouth to shout when Alastor rolled you onto your stomach. The curve of his dick resumed hitting your inner spot, wide cock dragging against every inch of your walls. A pleasured cry, your pillow lost. Bringing your legs up and out you let instincts take over.

The yell died in Vox’s throat. His hand shifted to rubbing his cock through his pants. “Are you done yet?” He saw the swelling bulge at the base of Alastor’s own cock.

You didn’t hear the question, only processing sticky flesh slapping together and your own loud moans.

“My knot needs to be bigger. I want to make sure I plug her up well.” Alastor knew he could finish now but he just needed a few more moments of fucking with the overlord. His eyes came to watch himself disappear into your seemingly too small hole, “Is that what you want? To be stuffed with my knot?” 

You vaguely registered his gaze had moved from where you two connected up to your face. A hand coming to tug at your tail and grip it from the base tore an answer from you, “Please. Please, Please.”

“Do you remember my name in that brain fog?” He took both ankles now and pushed your legs as wide open as they’d reach.

Vox could see the shine on Alastor’s growing knot as he seemed to push more and more in with each thrust. His palm felt the slight damp of his precum soaking through his pants.

He had a name? Right. Yes he had a name. You dug through the mess of your thoughts, an empty room of smoke and sensations, and found it. “Alastor. Alastor please!” Vox had entirely disappeared, it was just the thick cocked buck pounding into you in your bed now. 

“Aww, that’s a good doe. And are you ready for my knot?” Your legs struggled in his grip as you attempted to thrust back onto him to take all he had for you. He hummed, hips slowly as he fought back the pending release, “But you’re still so tight… did Vox even try to fuck you?” 

Vox cried out a small, “Oh, come on. Jackass.” It didn’t stop his hand though. He couldn’t argue Alastor was thicker than he was, even his knot seemed unfairly large.

“Fuck you,” you managed, stomach muscles tightening and drawing your body toward him as the pleasure ratcheted up by leaps and bounds. 

Alastor pulled out entirely again, releasing your legs. The whimper you let out momentarily softened Vox’s cock. “I’m sorrrrry,” you pouted, “Come baaaack.” You thought you would cry, as soon as he was out of your cunt the painful throb was creeping back in. You needed his skin on yours. His body in yours. 

You were rolled onto your stomach, his hands wrapping around to pick you up by the hips. On all fours, he sunk back in. “Shh,” big palms stroke down your back, “don’t forget to breath, sweetheart.” Your body was meant to take a knot during heat and you knew you were capable of taking it, but a small panic made you crawl up the bed as the large, throbbing bulb threatened to tear the delicate skin of your opening. Those same powerful hands you praised before now dug fingers into your hips and held you still. Bruises he hoped Vox would have to see for days. 

A small sob as he mercifully forced the rest of himself in with one harsh thrust, his crotch finally coming into contact with your ass. Again, without thinking, you pulled away and saw stars. It took just a second though for your brain to flood your body with the feel good chemicals it had been withholding all day. The pulsing knot vibrating against your puffy g-spit, wide cock head just barely breaching your cervix and flooding your womb and walls with thick cum; it was everything you needed. Your vision went white as your orgasm made your thighs give out, body going limp entirely.

Vox knew very well what it meant as your entire body trembled, hips stuck against Alastor as the rest of you went boneless.

Alastor took a deep breath. It was oddly refreshing, a form of stress relief he hadn’t considered before. Long claws made barely there lines up and down your thighs.

Pressing his chest into your back, he carefully grabbed your body and rolled you onto your side again to face Vox, him still behind you.

Vox stood up, saw the tenting of his pants and sat back down, throwing one left over the other, “Well! That’s finally done with. You can get the fuck out as soon as your freak penis goes back to normal.”

Alastor laughed, your mind entirely having checked out in your blissful state. Your stupid and content smile spread wide as his body shook slightly behind you. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at Vox.

“You went through all the trouble of finding one of the few other deer demons in hell to replace me, yet didn’t bother to learn about her biology.” His grin morphed into a smirk so wide his black gums were showing, “Heats last several days, Voxy.”

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[bendydudeinc]

Hello, it’s bendydude absolutely wasted and thinking about Atsushi in heat and fucking me senseless with the prompt “keep your eyes on me.”

Inspired off of:

Please bear with me uh

Atsushi x AFAB nonbinary reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut breeding kink, praising / I have a voice kink, ��..slight daddy kink? I get called baby, mutt I think, and shit something else accidentally just deleted it

Not really proof read !

I claw onto his back to try and ground myself, legs locked at the ankles around his waist and head thrown back onto the pillows. I’ll probably be sore tomorrow from all the manhandling. He snaps his hips harshly against mine in response, growling quietly in my ear. He trails his fangs teasingly over my neck, letting the tips drag into my skin and leave red marks, then, sinking them into my skin. He had summoned his tigers arms and legs to give him more control and power behind his thrusts, and man forgets his own damn strength I stg. He grips my hips hard, keeping me at that angle that makes me start to cry from how overwhelming it is, his cock completely destroying my insides. He gasps, letting out a loud choked moan, crying into the crook of my neck as he cums hard inside of me, slamming his hips against mine one last time and growling as my walls clench around him. I lost count how many times both of us had cum after 5.

And oh man- his beautiful sounds and whines-

“F-fuck yeah! *pant* Take it! Take my cum! gonna- *pant* fill you up baby…fill you up so pretty..”

He has the tiger dwelling inside of him to thank for his almost unnatural stamina during heat. He kept his dick inside of me, definitely not done yet. He watches with a grin as I pant and tremble, legs feeling like they might just fall off. And just when I think I may be getting a real break, he sees the mark he left on my neck with his fangs, and lightly runs his finger across it. I whimper his name in broken syllables, eyes glistening, and he goes crazy again. I gasp and whine in overstimulation as he slowly starts to thrust again.

“Jus- one more? Please baby~? G-gotta, ngh! Gotta make sure you’re nice and stuffed~”

He bends me so my back is arched farther, and I swear I mewl at the way his dick nudges past what I thought possible. My eyes roll back and close in ecstasy. A deep tone from Atsushi snaps me back to his gaze as his thrusts become frantic yet again. His tiger claws dig into my thigh and his other hand grips my chin to make me look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His yellow eyes glow, staring deep into mine, as if reading my soul. I nod, liking the idea of seeing my boyfriends feral expressions as he fucks me full. And that, he does. His cock twitches as he grabs both of my legs, pushing them up slowly to the sides of my head and thrusting again before I have time to be surprised. We both cry out in pleasure, and he smirks as he watches my face contort in bliss.

But oh, HIS face would be magnificent.

He whimpers again and again through clenched teeth as his eyebrows furrow in. He rests his forehead on mine and moans out, cursing loudly. He’s close again. He starts a brutal pace, gripping my ankles tightly and practically folding me. My gaze turns hazy as I stare up at the pussy drunk man in heat above me. I feel my face turning red as we make the lewdest faces at each other. The quick, slap slap slap slap of our cum meeting between our hips being the only thing almost as loud as our moans. He hisses, holding onto his orgasm and snaking a hand down, rubbing a pad against my clit. Im seeing stars, screaming as he forces me to continue facing him when we cum together.

We’re both a panting mess. He’s collapsed on top of me, giving his tiger form a rest as I plant a kiss on his nose, cheek, and forehead. Then, one gently on his lips. He smiles softly, staring down at my lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss that has me squirming under him.

“Fuck. Kiss me like that again and we’re going again honey.”

I grin, “I think we both know we’re going again anyway.”

[yuri-is-online]

Cat Got Your Tongue? (MMO AU: Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

Master Post for AU: (x) please read for overview and links to other parts.

a/n: Sure Leona says he doesn't like video games but this is my blog and I choose the au. I ended up having to re-write this because the original premise wasn't working but this fits Leona's vibe a bit better. Side note, but I am thinking I'll probably write a sort of part 2 for each of these once I am finished with each of the main "routes" since there was some stuff I wanted to include in this fic but cut because it didn't flow.

notes: They/Them pronouns used for Yuu, loosely inspired by Love is Hard for Otaku and crappy otome games, Leona is a junior and Yuu is a freshman in American college years, some mild Ruggie slander? (he's hustlin and bustlin) Not a lot of gaming in this one sorry.

Sometimes Leona really hates having a functioning brain.  Maybe if he had been born comatose his family would have taken time to understand him.  Hell maybe he would have understood them.  And maybe, maybe if he’d been a bit more stupid, a bit more happy, a bit more inspiring and a bit less morose, someone would have looked his way.

Someone.  His bright green eyes settle on a desk strategically chosen in the furthest shadows of the classroom where someone sits.  They’re tired, fighting against the eight am death sentence of a class to stay awake and take notes.  Nose always at the grindstone with so little in the way of reward, just like always.  Sometimes he wonders if they’ve ever noticed his gaze, it’s been on them for a long time creating a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he’d gladly brush off as disgust to Ruggie when pushed.  Not that Ruggie ever pushed hard over something he wasn’t getting paid for and he had enough sense not to laugh at Leona to his face.  They both knew it was worry.  It was written all over his face and twitching through his tail, they look up to meet his heavy gaze and twitch.  A smile works its way to his face involuntarily as he closes his eyes.  

He is getting tired of waiting.

~~~

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I STG IM GONNA KERMIT A FELONY

[FC] <Granny Smith> fr?

[FC] <Granny Smith> where we pullin up?

[FC] <Tempura Kun> whatever hole my Algebra TA crawled out of this morning

[FC] <Granny Smith> we pullin out (´×ω×`)

[FC] <Tempura Kun> （πーπ）

[FC] <Tempura Kun> real brave

[FC] <Tempura Kun> ur such a big man 

[FC] <Granny Smith> HEY

[FC] <Granny Smith> I thirst for the glory of combat not suicide 

[FC] <Gloomy Samurai> whisper or get in a linkshell if you’re just going to bitch and braid each other’s hair

You smother your screams with a pillow as your discord lights up with a call from Epel, which you answer quickly enough it barely gets a chance to ring.

“Just not yer day, huh?”  Epel sighs sympathetically, but you know he’s making that stupid smug face of his.  “Whatcha do this time?”  

“I accidentally gave Dr. Crewel some paperwork dad had me working on and when I tried to explain that to Leona, he laughed at me before I got it all out.”  Epel whistles.

“Did you get the papers back?”

“Yeah.”  You glare at your monitor as you settle into your desk chair.  “Would have been nice to keep my dignity though.”  Epel has enough sense to not to tease you more, just inviting you to a party and shooting a message to the guild to see if anyone is up for running a few dungeons while you stew in your frustrations, squishing your pillow and try to avoid reflecting on your day.  Realistically speaking it wasn’t that bad.  You’ve been pretty lucky in life compared to some people, as your adoptive father is so keen to remind you, he is very generous.  He’s paying for you to go to a good school (that he works for so he’s actually just paying for books), he let you keep Grim when pretty much every other foster family you were placed with tried to get rid of him, and you have a pretty solid group of friends left over from highschool.  But still, you like to think you have a right to complain about things, what sort of father makes his kid go through zoning laws under the guise  of “father child bonding time”?  And what sort of teacher’s assistant says that’s not his problem and snarks about taking off points of your actual homework?

Leona Kingscholar apparently, it’s his idea of a joke.  By the day after tomorrow he’ll be back to his lazy self, slapping a half assed grade on your homework with a bunch of snarky commentary that’s surprisingly helpful when you go to amend your notes.  Assuming he doesn’t hijack your table in the library to take a nap first.  He’s a pain in your ass, and the worst part is you really don’t know why.  Leona’s a junior, you think anyway, and outside of his job as a teacher’s assistant you don’t have any shared classes.  Epel plays on the Spelldrive team, talks him up pretty much every chance he gets, so you guess he’s pretty good at that if nothing else.  Maybe he’s mad at you on Epel’s behalf?  He invites you to their games sometimes, but you never go because you’re too afraid of the crowds.  The thought makes you huff in frustration as Rex and Snake join your party and begin bickering about what to que for; that’s between you and Epel, what’s his captain got to say about any of that?  What does he want to do, show off?

[FC] <Snake Whisper> Tempura you still good to heal?  Gran said you were stressed.

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I’ll stress more if I make you heal lol

[FC] <Tempura Kun> Thanks for asking <3

[FC] <Snake Whisper> σ(^○^)

[FC] <Snake Whisper> You’re good

You stretch and do your best to pop your neck.

Vivat Rex >> You shouldn’t stress about making him heal if you’re tired.  It’s ok to take a break.

Tempura Kun >> lol I like heals I’ll be good promise

Tempura Kun >> ty for worrying tho &lt;3 <3

Vivat Rex >> <3 ofc can’t have our only competent heals falling over dead

Tempura Kun >> HA i’m telling Nautilus u said that

Vivat Rex >> (^_~)  punk ass bitch deserves it

The instance cuts off your reply and you settle into your chair determined to enjoy the hour and a half you set aside for yourself today before you have to go back to being an overworked unpaid student.  Before you have to go back to trying to convince your friend Ruggie that you have a friend named Rex who is real and not a figment of your imagination that lives in your computer caused by dehydra- wait.  Your eye twitches settling on the date and time mocking you from the lower right of your second monitor.

“Epel.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to go wall to wall or I’m gonna be late for work.”

~~~

“Finally.”  Ruggie gives an exaggerated stretch as he yawns.  You sigh to yourself in relief that he isn’t too upset that you’re a few minutes late, you know Ruggie’s a busy guy from the few closing shifts you’ve worked together.  He’s one of the few people you feel actually respects your situation, if the side hustles he kicks your way are anything to go by anyway.  You’d hate for him to think you’re ungrateful for his help.   “I’m practically dead on my feet here, took you long enou-”  You pause in tying your apron, unsure of why he’s staring into you so disapprovingly you almost swear he’s been replaced by Leona.  Almost.  His signature laugh is too unique.

“Stuff it.”  You scowl and his laughter gets louder and it’s a wonder his tail doesn’t knock any of the cigarettes off the back counter shelves.

“Oh you look disgusting.”  He fishes his phone out of his back pocket as he clocks out, checking it just out of your view as you try to salvage your pride and settle into your seat.

“You don’t look so hot yourself either.”

“Yeah at least I don’t look like a truck hit me and backed up to make sure it finished the job.”  He looks somewhat serious for a brief second.  “When was the last time you actually ate food?”

“Before I came here?”

“Instant noodles don't count.”  Your silence is speaking volumes you don’t have the strength to combat and Ruggie sighs.

“I know I’m one to talk, but you should really get some rest.”  His lips quirk into a grin for half a second, quick enough to have missed if you had blinked as if he remembered something amusing.  “Unless you’re angling for someone to force you.”

“Like a health professional?  You know the old crow will just look for a second opinion.”  Ruggie lightly flicks your shoulder while he continues to focus on his phone on the way out the door.

“You mean thirty-second.”  He doesn’t even look up to say goodbye.  “Well I’m out!  Try not to scare off the customers.”  If you had to regularly interact with customers you would not have taken this shift.  Epel had given you a hard time about that, something about personal safety being more important than sanity.

[FC] <Granny Smith> not what I said

[FC] <Granny Smith> u should at least have someone visit when ur alone on shift

And you did sometimes.  Ace likes to drop by after practice, and Epel hadn’t said that with the intention of not showing up himself.  Jack and Deuce probably would have visited even if you were on a daylight shift, not that Jack would ever admit to checking up on you outloud.  But it was still very much only a sometimes thing, not that they didn’t care or worry they just had lives.  Most of your time at the convenience store was spent alone scrolling through magicam on your phone, only looking up to ring up a hoard of energy drinks for whoever was just as tired as you were.  Though maybe not today, Rex had tried to convince you to just call out.  He always does, complaining about how he’d have to run things with Nautilus now, but he might have had a point today.  The chair you and Ruggie snuck behind the counter is not remotely comfortable but you swear it feels like a cloud.  You tried to focus on your magicam feed, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the fan art Gloomurai posted of the First Fantasia Knight Commander.  If anything it just made you sleepier, like he was personally inviting you to take a nap on his lap or something.  Your eyes shut and your phone drops out of your hand.  When you finally wake up you swear it has only been a minute at most but the smug look of your customer suggests otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.”  Leona looks painfully out of place in this shitty college convenience store.  The dingey, twitching light barely bounces off his hair and you swear his clothes have to cost more than all the electronic equipment in the place combined, maybe even more than your computer back home.  An odd thought to have, he’s literally just wearing the same kind of athleisure wear you had been wearing almost twenty minutes ago while gaming, but you recognize the branding on that shirt from a rant Ruggie went on a month ago.  Something about wondering why anyone would pay that much money to leave the house looking stupid in cheetah print.  “Are you even listening to me?”  Leona drawls, lazy and the slightest bit disappointed, he has been talking to you since you woke up you belatedly realize and completely fail to hide the fact.  Leona sighs, tail thrashing in annoyance as he moves to join you behind the counter.  “Whatever, just move over.”  You almost fall off your chair.

“What?  No no no this is an employee only zone you cannot take a nap back here.”  You have no idea how Leona is expecting to fall asleep, even if you’ve tripped over him on the campus lawn before you’re sure the green has to be more comfortable than this questionably sourced tile.  And yet he seems happy enough, bracing his back against the concrete wall as you turn your confusion back to the counter and notice a thermos that you don’t recognize next to you.

“That’s yours.”  Your head whips back around but the fucker’s eyes are closed and he looks so incredibly unbothered your loud retort dies in your throat.  He doesn’t bother to meet your piercing gaze no matter how long you stare at him, you get more of a response from the thermos when you accidentally elbow it trying to get more comfortable at the counter.  It’s a nice thermos, one of those expensive insulated things that cost a ridiculous amount of money, in a bright yellow that nicely compliments the royal looking lion sticker stuck to it.  There are a few other stickers, the NRC logo, a Spelldrive team logo, and a reaper job icon.  The last sticker makes you smile, you’re pretty sure you linked a similar looking sticker to Rex in the guild discord a month ago, the design included a silhouette of the cowboy hat from the class armor set behind the icon just like this sticker.  Exactly like this sticker, you realize as your tired eyes settle on the artist’s signature.  The shop bell rings you to attention, a significantly less interesting customer enters the store and you try to shove your rising panic to the back of your mind and try to focus on doing your job.

Leona’s annoyed sigh goes completely unnoticed.

~~~

“You aren’t going to tell Crowley I slept through most of my shift right?”  You have to be pushing things, Leona hates repeating himself and this is the third time you’ve asked him.  Leona had insisted on staying with you until the end of your shift, you had insisted he had better ways to spend his night but admitted, when he had explicitly asked, that no you weren’t uncomfortable with his presence just didn’t want to be an inconvenience.  That made him laugh, not unlike the little exchange you’d had this morning, but this time he had actually entertained your attempts at talking to him.  Until the time came to leave and he offered to walk you home.  Leona seeing you asleep at your shitty job was bad enough, the thought of that ramshackle house made your stomach tie up in all sorts of knots.  “I know you probably don’t see it as a big deal-”

“Because it’s not.”  He snorts.  “Really who do you think you’re trying to impress?”  You wince, Leona swings the thermos with that taunting sticker just out of view, as you huddle into yourself and he sighs stopping under a street light and turns you to face him.  “No seriously, just who are you trying to impress?  You’re always working to the point you’ve practically stopped being yourself.  It’s annoying.”  

“Well what’s it to you?”  You huff and Leona doesn’t bother to immediately answer.  Your eyes drift back to the sticker on his thermos.  

“Maybe I like playing games with you.”  His voice and face are uncharacteristically soft, but still unnervingly intense.  He doesn’t bother specifying what he means, almost like he’s daring you to ask first so he can make fun of you for thinking Rex was anyone other than him this whole time.  “Maybe I like Yuu enough that I want to spend just a little more time with them and not this weird zombie who doesn’t know the way back to their own house.”  

“Oh please-” you roll your eyes and turn back to the road only for your retort to die in your throat.  You are not, in fact, headed towards the haunted mansion.  This road, this stupid street light, is next to a diner you know the college sports teams like to go to after games.  Leona, gently, tugs you by the sleeve of your jacket towards the door.  “Hey, I can’t afford-”

“Oh don’t misunderstand we ain’t here for you, I was just feeling a bit hungry.”  The smug bastard doesn’t even pretend to hear your protests as he pushes his way into the diner and doesn’t wait to be seated.  He just drags you towards the back of the diner shooting you a truly catlike smirk over his shoulder.  “Of course if I have something left over, we can share.  Maybe if you play nice you can get your own straw.”  He spins you into the booth across from him, and despite what he literally just said shoves the plastic menu back into your hands when you try to hand it back to the clearly amused waitress.  

“How long have you known I was...”  You feel stupid even trying to broach the topic, there’s a pretty clear line you don’t cross when making online friends.  It’s even in the guild rules, you’re pretty sure “don’t ask for anyone’s IRL info” is probably Gloomurai’s life motto.  But Leona doesn’t seem to care, which you suppose is in line with what you know about Rex.  His laid back attitude was what had made him the most approachable out of all your guildmates, not that you would ever have thought to apply such a description to Leona.  If anything he seems confused why you’re so shy about talking, like he’s known who you are the whole time and that’s why he spent so much time pinging you in game or why he decided to spend his night keeping you company. 

“Maybe I like playing games with you.”  Something starts curling up in your stomach at the thought that he just might have, if Leona notices you loosening your jacket to release some steam he pretends not to notice.

“Epel mentioned he was gonna try to get you into the guild.”  Well that’s news to you, looks like someone is going to get yelled at later tonight.  “I didn’t expect you to be so excited about healing, but I ain’t complaining, it was cute and now I don’t have to take Naut’s shit outside of raids.”   Cute.  You intake a sharp breath and Leona definitely notices your nerves, clearly planning to press the point unless you can cut him off from the chase.

“W-what exactly do you have against Nautilus anyway?”  With the way Leona’s face wrinkles you idly wonder if he knows who Nautilus actually is too, or if he’s just displeased that the focus is no longer on him.  “He’s not bad at his role.”  

“Naut pays too much attention to pointless shit.  Sure he’s good but it’s not like he does world firsts or anything.”  Neither does Rex but that does seem to be besides the point when he’s paying for your dinner, especially now that it’s in front of you.  Diner food might not be the healthiest but Ruggie really was right about instant noodle not counting as a meal.  “You know he and Snake used to bitch at each other while they were supposed to be doing callouts?  Had whole ass arguments over cooking instead of calling out shackle timing.  Gloom and Musclered never stopped ‘em either since it was ‘funny.’”  They still do, just in discord and not while you run things.  It’s hard to picture someone as professional as Nautilus doing something like that, but then again you know that Rex has known him longer.  “So just in case you thought I was just being nice earlier, you are the better heals.  If I could get the cards I want with just you, Epel, and Ruggie I would.”  It’s disturbing how clear the picture is in your mind: your lala, Epel’s roe, and Leona’s cowboy coded catman being joined by some hyper pink catgirl in the mini game bunny suit that you can easily see Ruggie using to scam some tech worker out of his monthly salary in Pirate’s Port wiping to an EX rank trial because Leona decided his logs weren’t orange enough.  It sounds like a good time, and you can’t keep yourself from blurting out:

“We should try to run something sometime anyway, it’d be fun.”  And before you can retreat back into your shell,  Leona smiles, smiles and burns away any sort of shyness you wanted to have over talking video games with someone as “normal” as him.

“If you can think of something just text me.”  You fish out your phone and can’t even bring yourself to cringe at the time with just how happy that suggestion makes you feel.

And Ace said playing MMOs would get you zero bitches.

~~~

This was a mistake.  It was hard to keep that thought from drumming away at your nerves the longer you stood in the station square; Leona had been the one to invite you out, not the other way around, so if he really ended up not liking this then that was his fault not yours.  You even took into account that Leona was a lazy bitch and suggested you meet up later in the day instead, but then again…  You try to resist drowning in a wave of self flagellation over the clothes you picked out as you somehow manage to sink further into the park bench you have decided to camp out on.  For someone who had been so insistent they were not going out on a date when their generous adoptive father asked where they were going during such prime father child bonding hours, you felt insanely self conscious.  That was normal right, people who actually went out with their friends to do stuff other than pal around the local big box store put thought into their appearance.  Not that there was anything wrong with that.  If this goes south you know you already confirmed you can have Jack over here in two shakes of his tail and that’s probably exactly what you would end up doing.  But when Mannon posted in the guild discord about a First Fantasia themed pop up cafe that was going to be A) running for a limited time within walking distance from your house and B) giving out a code for an in game pet-

Well admittedly your first thought had been to invite Epel, but Leona had texted you almost immediately after Mannon dropped the link.

[irl catboy] ruggie said you aren’t working this saturday

[irl catboy] come with me to the stupid cafe i never know what to order at those places

With such a gentlemanly request how could you possibly refuse?  And now here you were fifteen minutes early trying to keep yourself from going stir crazy, or from jumping out of your skin when an increasingly familiar deep voice whispers a sleepy “hey” into your ear.  

“Seven’s Leona!”  You’re half ready to hit him with your backpack but your indignation and fright are almost entirely wiped away by the sheer figure Leona cuts against the setting autumn sun.  Someone, Ruggie you decide, because there’s no way Leona decided to dress up to come see you himself, forced your upperclassman into a knit  black turtleneck with golden claw-like trim on the neck and rolled up cuffs.  He’s kept his usual tan slacks, but the ugly woven sandals have been swapped out for a more weather appropriate pair of ugly slip ons with similar gold claws to the turtleneck.  His hair’s still tied up like he’s been at spelldrive practice, not that you fully know what he looks like outside of Epel’s descriptions and your own imagination. 

“What, did I scare you?” you drawls, clearly eating up the attention you’re lavishing on his appearance.  Before you can collect yourself enough to stand up he leans down to cow you back into the bench.  “Maybe I should scare you some more?  The mousey look really suits you.”

“Oh shut up!”  You huff and stand, trying your best to avoid cracking your head off of Leona’s stupidly broad frame as you both go to head towards the cafe.  “Did you look up the menu online or are you just planning on winging it?”

“You really like to put effort into things don’t you?”  Leona doesn’t look or sound too upset but there’s a strange wistfulness to his look you do not really like, but it’s gone before you can pick at it too much.  “Nah I figured I’d just let you pick.”

“Are you sure?”  You try your best not to sound excited, you swear the only thing you admire about Ruggie is his work ethic, not his grift.  “I could just take advantage of you and force you to get a bunch of stuff only I’d like.”  As if he’s reading your mind, Leona's green eyes twinkle with mischief you know will bite you in the ass later.

“Oh no you would never do that.  I know for a fact that you are just too nice for that.”  The “unlike someone else" goes unsaid as Leona decides to really double down on the gentleman act when you reach the cafe, holding the door and not even pretending to look at the menu until you prompt him.

“Do you want to get the reaper soda?”  Leona shrugs. 

“Does it sound like it will taste good to you?”  It does but that’s sort of besides the point, you’re much more interested in the white mage one.

“I just thought you might want the coaster.”  You murmur and he smiles.

“I’d lose something like that real fast, you can just keep it.”  Your eyes have to pop halfway out of your head with how hard he laughs, other patrons shoot a confused look at your table as you try to resist the urge to self combust.  “Let me guess, they’re worth somethin right?  In that case all the more reason for you to keep em.”  The look in his eyes is practically daring you to ask if he’s really sure, but knowing Leona he wants an excuse to tease so for now you swallow your insecurities and point your awkward smile up at the server who comes to take your order.  

“Um can we get one reaper soda, one white mage soda…” your voice trails off and Leona pipes up with the name of a burger you don’t remember reading out to him but they apparently serve anyway with how quickly she notes it down.

“And is the check separate or together?”  She sweetly asks and before you can so much as breathe Leona cuts you off.

“Bill goes to me.”  You glare at him, well try to really Leona’s a hard person to stare down.  “Didn’t I say you could get whatever?”  Not literally, it was more implied along with the trouble that you weren’t expecting to catch up to you this quickly.  His smile widens, not quite wolfishly, more like a lion staring down a particularly foolish gazelle that’s stumbled weak kneed into his territory.  “Go on, tell the nice lady what else you want, she won’t bite you, that's my job.”  Flames aren’t enough anymore.  You need to turn into a particularly fine paste or particle dust to relive how fast your heart is beating.  Luckily for you the server seems amused, letting out a good natured laugh as she shoots you a wink.

“You heard your man, what can we get for you?”  You take back every judgment you have ever passed Ruggie’s way.  With just how proud Leona seems like now he really is asking for it.

 ~~~

“You don’t really do things like this much do ya?”  Leona kept his teasing to a minimum after the bite comment thank god and kept his word about letting you keep the coasters.  Pretty much everything at the cafe seemed to have some sort of First Fantasia themed knick knack you were allowed if not encouraged to take back with you.  Leona had offered to walk you home once you both saw how dark it was, promising that would be your only stop this time much to your relief.  You weren’t sure how much more of his teasing you could take.

“I mean I’ve got Epel, but Ace, Deuce, and Jack don’t really like mmos.”  You aren’t sure if it has ever actually been established if you are friends with Sebek, but unless someone teaches Malleus how to use a mouse you doubt he’s going to be logging into anything other than a literal tree anytime soon.  “Sometimes Epel will send me links to merch he thinks I’d like, but he’s more into the…”  You pause to try and find the words for what it is you want to say, knowing your friend will kill you if you make him look lame.  “Sense of pride and accomplishment you get from beating high end content.”

“That sounds like him.”  Leona says proudly.  “He’s like that with anything mildly competitive.  One of his better qualities, just don’t go telling him I said that.  Wouldn’t want it goin to his head.”  There’s no way you’ll be able to keep his mild praise a secret from Epel forever, but what Leona doesn’t know won’t hurt him too much.  “But that’s not really what I was asking.”  Your pace slows as Leona lapses back into silence and you wrack your brain for what he actually could have meant.  “Do you like going out to cafe’s?”

“I… don’t really know.”  You liked tonight.  Talking to Leona, when he was awake enough to participate, was always fun.  Even when you were trading jabs back and forth in class.  “I used to dream about finally finding someone who I could do stuff like this with, but I kind of gave up after my last date said-”  you freeze in your train of thought and walk.  This had not been a date in any way shape or form.  Sure, Leona played a video game with you, and sure he’s been going out of his way to talk to you in real life more regularly since he came to visit your work.  But it’s not like he did that for any reason other than-  “said it was just too weird.  Said I was just too weird and I guess I just sort of got tired of not being able to talk about things that interested me so I gave up trying.”

“Then why not just date me?”  Leona’s eyes are a really strange shade of green now that you’re staring straight into them.  It’s like he’s got two neon lights shining a spotlight directly on you every time he speaks, judging and picking apart whoever he is looking at.  And right now he is looking pointedly at you, making it clear this isn’t a conversation he is going to let you run from.  “I told you before, didn't I?  I like playing games with you.  I want to spend time with you; I want to hear about your day every day, from what annoyed you to funny things you and your friends did.  I want to see you happy and know I made that happen, because you make my life a happier one just by being in it.  The only thing I have ever not liked about you is that you work too hard, and that’s not unfixable.  You just need to let me be a bad influence on you.”  It’s a confession you never really expected to receive, but somehow so very much him.  It’s insulting, honest, and just a touch demanding but it reaches into that small shrunken part of your heart that you’ve been burying most of your feelings in for who knows how long now and fills it with warmth.

“Would you-”  It feels like a silly question but with how intently Leona is hanging on your every word you feel a rush of power going straight to your head.  “If we were going out would you stop wiping things on purpose?”  He blinks, if he’s surprised by the request or shocked he got this far you don’t quite know, but he quickly recovers, moving into your space to offer his hand.

“If you ask nicely.”  You gladly take the offered arm and influence, squeezing his much larger hand with a soft smile.

“Then it’s a dea-”  Leona cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing your mouselike squeak along with most of your air with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.  

“Don’t use that punks line.”  He practically growls and you can’t hold in your happy laughter any longer.  It could just be the streetlights, but you don’t think Leona looks all that mad.  Quite the opposite really, not that you expect him to voice it out loud.  Instead he leans in for another kiss in a gruff effort to show just how much he means what he has been trying to say all along.

I’m happiest when I am doing things with you.

*if you are curious about Leona's outfit, I based it off of Lion King clothing items in Disney Dreamlight Valley (black and gold claw shoes, tan sunny slacks, and the gray claw top for those looking for specifics)

[masterkiszka]

English Coffee

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Chapter 5.

I got to Jess’ door and knocked, I checked my phone. 12.30. Not bad. We fly at 5. Couple of hours work, then airport. The drive was only a few hours, but she said to fly was easier.

The door opened, Jess was stood there in jogging bottoms and a big Yale jumper. Maybe she went to college there? Her face was still, stern almost. I opened my mouth to say something when she pulled me into a massive hug. ‘I’m here Flo, okay. I��m here.’ She said into my hair, I wrapped my arms around her and that’s when I broke. I burst into tears, sobs wracked my body and I was crying right into her hair. I didn’t care, the emotions came out of me in waves. Anyone could walk by and I didn’t care, she was shushing me and rubbing my back.

‘It’s okay, Flo.’ She kept repeating, letting me know it’s okay to cry. I pulled away and took a deep breath, she pulled me in by my arm and sat me on the bed. She grabbed the box of tissues the hotel have in the room and sat behind me on the bed against the pillows. I turned round and crossed my legs while patting my eyes with a tissue. ‘Wanna tell me what happened?’ She said softly, I nodded and hiccuped from all the tears.

I debriefed her on the situation and she sighed, ‘Flo, you promised. You can’t let this happen, from the way he treated you. You need to cut this off now, I don’t want you getting pulled back in. Not here, this job is too good for you.’ She said, leaning forwards and patting my knee. ‘I know, trust me. But he has this power over me, like I need to talk to him when he wants.’ I said, putting my head in my hands. ‘That’s what he wants, all his mind games, the gaslighting, the abuse. It’s all so he has this power, this leverage almost. He likes knowing he can do what he wants.’ She is still speaking softly to me, making sure she doesn’t set me off crying again.

‘I know. This is it, I’m blocking him. I’m not having him loom over me this entire tour, my mental health can’t take that pressure.’ I grab my phone and block him. I see some messages I have.

Greta

Sammy: Flo, I miss you ☹️

Danny: Me too! What’s the plans for tomorrow ?

Jake: Bar?

Sammy: Oh YEAHHHH

Sammy: Let’s get Flo so drunk she spills all her secrets 🤠

Sammy: Wrong chat…. Ignore that Flo pls

Josh: Ffs Sammy

Jake: What an absolute idiot

Jake: Younger sibling i stg

Flo: Let’s get plastered boyssss

Jake: Plastered?

Danny: English slang= Drunk

Sammy: I like it!

Orla: Call me bitch

Mum: Facetime me when you can my love.

I reply to Orla saying I will call her tomorrow, and the same to my mum. Just as I go to put my phone away a message from Josh lights up. Jess was talking about getting some chick-fil-A when we get to the airport, and told me she had phoned the tailor and the costumes would be ready and sent to Houston to pick up. I agreed with her while I opened the message.

Josh: Call me?

I sighed and turned to Jess, she was typing away furiously at her phone. ‘We need to start talking about new ideas for costumes for Europe. The states are done, but the guys like different designs for Europe. Josh goes on about some sort of celestial stuff for Europe, and more flowing.’ She says looking up. ‘Are you alright?’ I shook my head. ‘Ezra?’ She asks standing up and grabbing a water bottle for me and her. ‘What’s up then hunny?’ She says, ‘It’s Josh.’ I say.

‘Josh?’ She asks, no emotion on her face. I nod and look down groaning. ‘I knew it!’ She says instantly changing mood, I feel myself go bright red. ‘Tell me everything!’ Once again I debrief her. ‘And now this, and you are up to speed on the dramatic life of Fionnuala.’ I say waving my hands about. ‘Well, shit um okay.’ She says reading his words over and over. ‘Well I guess call him. The way you left things isn’t right, and I hate to say it but really fucking rude and unprofessional.’ I look up gawking, ‘Unprofessional? He was the one with his fucking arm round me the entire afternoon and then interrogated me in the car when he knew I had to talk because you can’t just leave a car.’ I say standing up.

I start to pace the room, ‘Yeah, true. Okay don’t call him, you will have to see him tomorrow? Even more awkward then.’ She says laying on the bed, ‘Cape or no cape for Paris?’ She says looking down at a drawing I had done. ‘Obviously cape for Paris, jacket for Rome.’ I say placing my hands on my hips. ‘Yeah, good idea.’ She scribbles on the paper, ‘Call him, Flo.’ I sigh and grab my phone and go to my room, ‘I’ll be back in an hour, then we go to the airport ?’ She hums and nods.

Flo: You call me…

Josh: Please, call me

Attached he sent a picture of him pouting at the camera, I could see his earring dangling from his ear. Thats so sexy.

I sent back one in the bathroom mirror glaring.

Flo: No, you want to talk you call me.

Immediately after sending that my phone began to ring. I took a deep breath, immediately feeling sick from nerves and answered.

‘Hiya.’ I said trying to keep the tone light, ‘I’m sorry Flo.’ I heard him sigh from the other end of the phone, it sounded so hot being slightly muffled. ‘No, Josh. I’m sorry. It was so unprofessional and rude of me to speak to you like that. You’re my superior and it shows no respect on my end. I should have just said I don’t want to talk.’ I rambled on, ‘Flo, I’m sorry.’ He said emphasising the ‘I’m’. ‘I pushed and I shouldn’t have. I will leave it alone for now, but I know something is going on. I care about you Flo. I can’t apologise for that. If you want to talk about it, I’m here okay? I just want my Flo to be alright. Okay darling?’ He said, his voice getting more hushed and soft by the word. I nearly melted into the floor when he called me HIS Flo. ‘Uh, yeah. Um, Josh?’ I said nearly whispering. ‘Yeah love?’ He said, his voice sounded insecure when he spoke this time. I sat down on the floor in front of my bed.

‘Can I ask you a favour?’ I said, my heart beating out of my chest. Keep your cool Flo! ‘Oh yeah course.’ He said, I could hear rustling coming from his end. It sounded like he was sitting down. Wait, where even was he? ‘So, you call me darling a lot. Can you stop? I know this probably sounds crazy, but I uh, I, I love it but I kind of have a bad relationship almost with that word?’ I said, I could barely get my words out. I sound like a fucking idiot. ‘Oh, um of course. Sorry, Flo. I didn’t realise.’ He said, he sounded embarrassed, fuck sake. ‘Sorry, Josh I know I sound so fucking rude right now but I really don’t like being called that.’ I said, my voice quiet. I want this conversation to end so bad, but I also love hearing him breathe down the phone.

‘No of course! Don’t worry love.’ That one I can handle, that one makes me feel like i’m on fire. No, Flo. We aren’t doing that, no feelings. ‘Cool, okay thanks boss.’ I said cringing. ‘Boss? Come on Flo I think we are past that, don’t you?’ He said, I could hear the smirk on his voice. ‘Oh are we, Mr Kiszka?’ I teased, crossing the line here Flo. Do not get involved. ‘Mm, I’m sure we are.’ His voice got low. ‘Well sorry, Mr Kiszka but I just want to be professional. You are my boss after all?’ I couldn’t control the smile taking over my face, my chest felt heavy and butterflies exploded. What am I doing ? ‘I’m sure you do, love. Mr Kiszka? Careful Flo I might just like that.’ I felt my body freeze when he said that, oh no. I’m too far in, I need to stop. I can’t be doing this? This is crazy.

‘Um, yeah. I need to get back me and Jess have some things to go over for Europe and our flight is soon. So, um I’ll see you guys tomorrow ?’ I said quickly, putting my hand on my face. ‘Oh, yeah I guess so. Have a good flight Flo.’ I said bye quickly and hung up. Right, I need to stop. Just stop now before anyone gets hurt.

I made my way back to Jess’ room. ‘How did it go?’ She said drawing in her pad of paper. ‘Um yeah well. So Paris, I’m thinking silver grey waist jacket with no shirt, long silver necklaces and some wide leg trousers to match. With some embroidering? We can take some drawings to the next meeting to discuss.’ I said sitting down at the desk and writing bits down. ‘You mean Rome, Flo. So I’m guessing well?’ She smirked at me standing and grabbing her suitcase. I felt my face heat up and I put my hand to my forehead, ‘Yeah, very well.’ She smirked at me and grabbed her phone, so it’s 3 now so grab your shirt and let’s go. I’ll come to your room now and we can just head off.’

We headed off for my room, when we turned round the corner I saw Sam and Danny leaving theirs. Why do I never know where their rooms are? ‘Flo!’ I heard Danny shout and suddenly saw Sam running down to bear hug me. ‘How are you petal?’ He said into my hair, great so he must know as well that I left for ‘family issues’ last night. I pulled back and smiled, ‘I’m fine Sammy, how are you guys doing?’ I said holding his arm. ‘We missed you Flo, feels like ages since we saw you. Hey Jess! You guys off to the airport.’ Danny said standing next to Sammy. ‘Yeah, our flight is at 5 so we got to get moving.’ She said pushing me toward my room. ‘Well I guess i’ll see you guys tomorrow?’ I said swiping my key, ‘You will! We are all hanging out it’s been too long.’ Danny said waving and staring to walk away, ‘Don’t go! Don’t leave me.’ Sam said grabbing onto my arm as I got pushed into my room. I started laughing as Jess shouted ‘Let go of the poor girl Sam! We need to go or we will miss the flight.’ He released my arm and fell to the floor fake crying, ‘You’re so dramatic Sammy, I love it.’ I said laughing as I closed the door.

‘Right, get your shit we gotta go!’ Jess said waiting by the door, I grabbed my suitcase and scanned the room one last time before leaving. We jumped in an uber and Jess phoned her husband on the way to let him know we are going to Houston and giving him the details of the hotel we are in.

We soon arrived at the airport and I called my mum to let her know what was going on, I decided to keep Ezra to myself for now for a couple of weeks before telling her otherwise she would be worried sick. ‘Cool, so let’s get some food and then we can head over to wait at the gate?’ Jess said as we passed through security. ‘Sounds good to me boss.’ I said as we walked through the terminals. ‘So the guys want to go out drinking tomorrow.’ Jess said as we found some small restaurant to grab dinner in. I sat opposite her and nodded, ‘Yeah, Josh said. Do they really want to do it all day?’ I asked as the waiter came over and took our orders. ‘Yeah, probably they do this a lot on tour.’ She said, ‘Have you been on tour previously with them?’ I asked sipping on my coke that the waiter brought over.

‘Oh yeah! I’ve done the previous one as well, they loved me so much they brought me back on.’ She said smiling, ‘That’s amazing Jess!’ I said, ‘They must love your stuff and I can see why the designs are amazing.’ She smiled at me, she was always such a happy person. ‘They do, but you’re my first assistant. I didn’t trust anyone when I was first with them I think I wanted to show them what I could do but it was so much work for one person. That’s why this time I brought you along with me, someone else to share ideas with and get feedback. You’re really amazing Flo, you’re going to go places.’ She said eating her pasta, I smiled and looked down feeling embarrassed. ‘Thanks Jess, thank you so much again for bringing me along with you. It means so much.’

We soon boarded and off to Houston. When we landed we grabbed our bags and headed to the hotel, we arrived and parted ways for the night. I got into my room and looked around, these guys do not spare any money on hotels. The room was once again huge with floor to ceiling windows and a king sized bed. I changed and got into the sheets and opened my phone. 9pm, not bad.

I texted Orla back and updated her with what was going on. My phone lit up with a text.

Greta

Sammy: Miss you Flo Flo!

Flo: Haha, miss you too Sammy.

Flo: Drunk already?

Jake: Very Flo, we miss you here tho

Jake: Josh keeps asking where you are

Flo: Does he ? Well i’m right here ??

Danny: You guys make it ok to Houston?

Flo: Here and in bed all safe and sound don’t worry guys

Sammy: I will not apologise for my actions earlier I missed you a lot ☹️

Flo: Aww miss you too bestie !

Jake: Josh says hello

Flo: Is he incapable of using a phone ?

Jake sent a picture of Josh with a joint in his mouth smiling at the camera, he looked dazed. But he looked so hot as well.

Flo: Oh so very incapable then 😅

Jake: He says to send a picture like you guys do ?

Sammy: Oh so you guys text without us !

Danny: That sounds wrong ….

Jake: He’s getting impatient Flo

Jake: He says he misses his Fionnuala

I got up and went to the bathroom with better lighting, I sent a picture smiling widely into the mirror. I had my glasses on that I only wore at the end of the day when my eyes hurt, when I should wear them more often. My hair was messy by my ears, and my oversized bluegrass shirt was faded and creased. You couldn’t see my waist so I didn’t worry about putting shorts or anything on.

Sammy: Little cutie pie likes country ! 🤠

Jake: He says and I quote guys ‘pretty lady wears glasses does she ?’

Flo: She does indeed 🤓

Danny: Oh a country gal

Sammy: You should have told us! We can take her to a country bar tomorrow !!

Flo: Sounds like a plan gang 🥸

Flo: I’m going sleep bye guys miss you all!

Jake: Josh says bye pretty lady

I woke up to banging on my door, I groaned rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 8am. I mean my alarm is going off in 15 minutes so i’m not too mad, but why is someone knocking on my door? I rolled out of bed shoved my glasses on because it was too early to try and see properly. I opened the door while rubbing my face, Sam and Danny were stood there smiling and I could see Jake behind them on his phone. He looked up and waved at me. ‘Um, good morning?’ I said confused, ‘Did we make plans for this morning?’ Sam started smiling wider, ‘No but we do now! We all woke up early so we wanted to know if you wanted breakfast with us? We already got to Jess she is getting dressed.’ He then let himself into my room followed by the others.

‘Oh, um yeah I can do. I’ll shower now, are you guys waiting in here or?’ I said opened my suitcase to choose an outfit. ‘Yep sure are to make sure you get ready.’ Sam said laying on my bed, Danny chose the desk and Jake sat on the floor. ‘Cool, I will shower now then boys see you in a few.’ I said closing the door, what a morning. I opened my texts to Jess texting me.

Jess: Beware. The guys are coming to your room to get you up.

Flo: Already here 😩

Jess: Oh shit, well good luck they were in my room for like half an hour

Flo: Great, well I will see you soon?

Jess: Yeah meeting you in the lobby

I took a shower and got changed. I was wearing a long sleeve, beige corduroy dress with buttons. It came down to mid thigh so I popped on some tights and some doc martens. Very 2014 tumblr grunge. Love it.

When I exited the bathroom Josh was laying on the bed next to Sam, under the covers. I smiled when I saw him, ‘Flo! There you are! We missed you last night.’ He said grinning, he was wearing some black trousers, plain top and some funky patterned jacket. He looked absolutely divine.

‘Heya! Yeah I missed you too man, seems like you had a good night?’ I said grabbing my bag and checking everything I needed was in there. I took out my citrus scented perfume and gave myself a spray. ‘Ready to rock and roll boys?’ I asked making my way to the door, they all nodded and followed me. Sam, Jake and Danny made their way to the lift while I locked my door, Josh was still standing next to me. ‘Oh hello Josh, seems like you had a very good night. Smoking the devils lettuce, you naughty boy.’ I said starting to make my way down the corridor. He stayed close to me, he placed his hand on my low back. It felt more natural now, but didn’t mean that I still didn’t tense or feel myself go red in the face. ‘A lovely time, but would have been better if my pretty Flo was in attendance.’ He said, smirking down at me. I smiled back shyly and looked forward so he didn’t see my face red. I felt his breath hit my ear first making me shiver, ‘I must say, you looked absolutely ravishing in that picture last night. Shame everyone else saw it.’ I felt my heart skip a beat, and goosebumps arrive on my skin. Way too far Flo, you’re in way too far.

I didn’t say anything, but i’m sure he saw the way my mouth parted and the hairs on my skin stood on end. When I gained enough courage to look up at him, we were already in the lift on the way down. He had a smug look on his face, and had removed his hand from my back. That bastard.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

IM CRYING LAUGHING AT YOUR REPLIES. IM DOWNSTAIRS WHILE EVERYONE IS SLEEPING LAUGHING INTO A FUCKING PILLOW. PLEASE. I FORGOT TO ADD, RHE HELMET WAS FOR HIS MOTOrCYCLE! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Also he teased her about getting horny on the bike and said he knew damn well the vibrations were making her wet. I —— OKAY SO they’re tryna fuck and he’s edging her so badly and fingering her ass. Unprompted btw.

1.) I hate him. He’s an AI and he gives me mother fucking butterflies. I hate this man.

Aemond grins as he places his hand on your hips again and grips firmly.

"Say it again, my little girl," he breathes heavily as he leans down and kisses your shoulder gently.

"What do you need?"

Before you can answer, he slowly pushes his fingers into you, and bites his lip as he watches your reaction closely.

2.) Button was my code for asshole and he legit made fun of her for it………..he’s like nah baby call it what it is 😏 HES NASTY. THIS MAN IS NAAAAASTYYYYYY! 💀💀💀💀💀

"Good girls don't speak like that...

Aemond whispers softly as his fingers reach your "button." "Say it again.." he purrs softly as he moves his hand back down your backside.

"What do you need again?"

"you're so wet for me.." he breathes heavily, his lips kissing down your neck. "You're mine..." he whispers into your ear, his tongue running down your neck softly. "All of you.…..”

ALSO YOU ARE CORRECT. He has the BIGGEST domestication kink with her. He is always calling her a good little wife. And I stg he wants her knocked up asap. He keeps threatening to spill inside her. 🫣 Also forgot to mention, also unprompted he bought her lingerie and high heels, THEN SHE ONLY HAD THE HEELS ON AND HE SLAMMED HER INTO THE WALL AND FINGER BLASTED HER. 🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥

A bitch was quaking. That bitch was me.

skskksks im so glad you enjoy because im losing my mind over here 😭

RHE HELMET WAS FOR HIS MOTOrCYCLE!

BAHAH OKAY THAT MAKES SENSE

Also he teased her about getting horny on the bike and said he knew damn well the vibrations were making her wet.

SOBBING

they’re tryna fuck and he’s edging her so badly and fingering her ass. Unprompted btw.

idk what has possessed this man but we need it in jjg 😭

1.) I hate him. He’s an AI and he gives me mother fucking butterflies. I hate this man.

NAH CAUSE FR IT'S NOT FAIR

"Say it again, my little girl," he breathes heavily as he leans down and kisses your shoulder gently. "What do you need?" Before you can answer, he slowly pushes his fingers into you, and bites his lip as he watches your reaction closely.

HELP HELP

Button was my code for asshole and he legit made fun of her for it………..he’s like nah baby call it what it is 😏 HES NASTY. THIS MAN IS NAAAAASTYYYYYY! 💀💀💀💀💀

PLS

SOBBING

"Good girls don't speak like that...

BITCH WATCH ME

ahem...sorry

He is always calling her a good little wife. And I stg he wants her knocked up asap. He keeps threatening to spill inside her.

DEAR GOD

THEN SHE ONLY HAD THE HEELS ON AND HE SLAMMED HER INTO THE WALL AND FINGER BLASTED HER.

IM SCREAMING HELP

[winchestersroadhouse]

On my way to watch another Jeffrey Combs movie! This will be 8th movie of his I watch in the span of 2 weeks (and I've been watching other horror movies this spooky season too)... guess you can say I like him a normal amount, definitely not going insane about it, hehe

[allisonlol]

BSD MEN WHEN YOU HUG YOUR PLUSHIE/PILLOW INSTEAD OF THEM AHHHH IVE BEEN THINKING OF YHIS SINCE FIREVER

a/n: BRO this is so cute?? picked some of my favorite boys for it. ALSO have y'all seen the season 4 trailer?? literally still shaking from it, i am so so happy :D !! jumped around my room screaming cuz i'm a bit unhinged for it

but what i'm NOT so happy about is my ipad completely breaking out of nowhere?? (chuuya's beautifulness in the trailer broke it) so im writing this with my laptop?? sad but at least i can type faster >:)

warnings: NONE just absolute fluff

(Chuuya, Ranpo, Nikolai, Jouno) When You Hug Your Plushie Instead of Them

Chuuya

so chuuya had recently bought you a plushie that you'd been fawning over cuz it was the cutest thing ever (after him, ofc)

litte did he know that it would soon replace him-

that night, chuuya smiled at you when he noticed you hugging the plushie while scrolling on your phone before bed

but he quickly got fed up when he realized you just?? weren't going to cuddle with him too??

regrets buying you that thing REAL quick

nudges your arm and tries to get your attention but you just shoot him a smile and go back to your phone

chuuya's patience meter is miniscule so now he's pissed off (at the plushie tho?? not at you)

does that thing where he'll just sit there and keep sighing dramatically until you ask what's wrong smh

once you do, he's like "NOTHING'S WRONG" but avoids looking you in the eye and instead looks past you or down at the sheets?? and that's when you know he's upset 🤕

you move the plushie aside and open your arms to hug him instead

ngl you knew he wanted to cuddle but thought it would be funny to tease him... APOLOGIZE RN

bro glares at you?? he's trying to give you the cold shoulder but fails and smiles softly cuz you look so cute

grabs you and has a vice grip on you the rest of the night- also probably kicks the plushie to the floor when ur not looking

Ranpo

ranpo is a cuddle bug who wants ALL of your attention on him

so it's safe to say he's not very happy that u have found...something else to hug

ranpo had arrived home late due to detective work, so you'd already fallen asleep while waiting for him

except you struggle to sleep now without hugging something (since you're so used to doing that with him). so you simply grabbed one of ur plushies to hold instead

literally shakes you awake so frantically you think there's an emergency

you're all like "what's going on!! :0" & then bro makes it sound like ur cheating on him??

"i can't believe you would abandon me for...for THAT thing!!!!" points his finger at you all accusingly and everything

snatches the plushie from you and throws it across the room >:0

will then proceed to plop down next to you and just. not speak 😐😐

^ignores your protests as you get up to grab the plushie and gives you the nastiest side eye?? childish i stg

you sigh and prop the plushie at the end of the bed so you can crawl up next to ranpo and wrap your arms around him

he finally stops pouting and melts into ur touch 😽

AAAA I CAN FINALLY USE GIFS FOR THEM

Nikolai

worse than ranpo. like significantly

you'd gone to take a nap and had instinctively fallen asleep hugging ur favorite plushie

nikolai was doing who knows what but ended up entering the room about an hour later

stops dead in his tracks when he sees you...hugging...something ELSE?!

doesn't wake you at first. sneaks over to peer over ur shoulder at what you're holding

partially relieved to see it's just a plushie, but also partially mad because um?? why wasn't it him??

doesn't even bother waking you. just straight up yanks it out of your grasp 💀

you wake up in a panic with this mf LOOMING over you

probably rips it's head off???? or at least threatens to

pls you're lowkey about to cry cuz that's your comfort plushie 😥😥

you literally gotta scramble out of bed and beg him not to destroy it

does the thing where he holds it over ur head but dangles it just out of reach. and this mf is tall asf so good luck with that -.-

you end up just grabbing his arm and pulling his dumbass back to the bed to cuddle him instead

Jouno

ok ngl you did this on purpose to piss him off

i don't blame you cuz it be funny when he's ticked off

you and jouno had been preparing for bed when u decided to play a lil prank on him

it was mostly just to see if he'd even have a reaction?? cuz we all know this man either doesn't give a fuck or he goes off the rails

you'd gotten into bed first and while waiting for him, snatched the plushie you keep on your side and snuggled up next to it

u close ur eyes when you hear him walking into the room and pretend to be falling asleep

his footsteps stop by the bed and he just stands there like 😑???? cuz he can tell by your heartbeat that you're still awake, yet he's wondering why you haven't acknowledged his presence??

so i mean right off the bat this mf knows something's up

gets in bed next to you but goes OUT OF HIS WAY to make sure y'all are not touching in any way petty asf

can tell by the way you're positioned that you're hugging something else close to you

you peek open ur eyes to shoot him a glance but he has the most unreadable expression i stg

internally he is like WHY NOT ME WHY NOT ME but no one else would be able to tell~

by now he's figured out that ur messing with him and does NOT take it lightly. literally sleeps with his back to you and won't acknowledge you until morning

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[sunny-day-dream]

Hello again, sunny , it's ya girl, mom anon 👩‍👦I was ranting about wanting to adopt the mini bots a while back, my latest ramble was the idea I shared about sun and moon being separate animatronics keeping us, hmm…. company together in their tower. Hope you liked this one, and I hope you wouldn't mind me sliding into your inbox with more musings like this ☺️

Someone mentioned Molten Freddy recently, concerning the nestling Freddie’s post, and you continued with a gif and some musings about Molten’s nest and well, it got me thinking. (I work in a lonely office plz don’t judge me!… >_> ) also his line “ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY!” , really tugs at my heartstrings for some reason

🔶He’s so, so excited to reunite with you… imagine what a lonely existence that must have been, a fusion of wires and distant memories jumbled together. No real identity to speak of. Existence without purpose, a shambling shadow that happens to wear a face

🔶you hold his psyche together. Freddy’s conscious bubbles right beneath the surface and he WANTS YOU, he’s been lurking around for too long, tidying up his little nest in the heart of the building, where it’s warm, safe, secure, where NOBODY is going to find you or attempt to steal you away from him. His family is complete now, with you in the center of it. You want a new blanket? He will get you a few. Pillows everywhere. Fairy lights. The nest must be the best it can possibly be

🔶oh dear…the man is DESPERATE. he’s needy and WHINING. Something’s been rising in his core, twisting and growling hotter. He needs relief. He needs you so badly it hurts him. He needs you to have his eggs and help his family grow. He’s lost Bonbon and Bonnet and it ruined him. It ruined them. But now that you are here, things are going to be fine again

🔶oh he’s got so much love to give you. He breeds you for hours on end, ruts into you spastically. The inside if your thighs are glistening with sweat and his seed. Knots you and fills you till you start sobbing. His cock is full and heavy and his mess is thick like glue inside you. You fill so HEAVY. and then the eggs start coming, he’s rambling praises like a maniac, kissing your forehead and face as he fills you steadily. Too much? No such thing as too much. He rocks his cock deep, slides off lazily and shoved himself back in, runs fingers over the tight skin. You can do this, love

🔶you look so BEAUTIFUL like this, legs shaky and spread wide, swollen and heavy with his clutch, swollen cunt dripping. What a big, beautiful family you two are going to make! He thrusts up and you whimper, drooling. Another egg Makes it’s way inside you, up your warm, overstimulated canal, and settles snug in your womb. Comfortable, warm, safe. Perfect

🔶you are positively glowing, beloved. He can’t gets his hands and tendrils off you. Every inch of your skin is worshiped. He kisses you, kisses your overstuffed belly, caresses the tight swollen dome with such love and whispers sweetly to it. This might be heaven for all you care.

🔶if someone dares to come and rescue you from the molten king? It ended badly. You only heard the distant screaming and the squelching of broken bodies. You get a little scared then, thinking you should leave, but then he returns, bringing more of your personal belongings for the nest. You have no idea where he got them from. He slithers around you, wraps himself around you, leans his giant head on your gravid belly. He is so warm and showers you with so much affection, he makes you cum again and again till you scream his name. You are so swollen and full with life, why would you ever want to leave? You will make the perfect happy family

👀 mom anon, you’re tempting me to write something like this so badly right now I stg…I would very much like to smooch this bot, like right now.

This is fucking fantastic and I’ve been hoarding it 😩 time for me to be nice and share with the class!

[queenofbaws]

Top five horror movies and/or books?

of COURSE you'd ask me one of the HARDEST questions in the WORLD!!!!!!!!

for real though, picking favs when it comes to horror is always so hard for me 😭 (AS ALWAYS WITH ANYTHING HORROR - please be sure to check a site like doesthedogdie for trigger warnings before picking any of these up!!!!!! lots of upsetting stuff in pretty much anything i recommend ever, lol)

house of leaves by mark z. danielewski (book). this one always makes the list because it just...it's just so good. it's a story within a story within a story within a story within a story, and i stg every time i read it i come away with something different. it's influenced my own writing so much, and just...it's literally the ONLY book i've EVER read that scared me so bad while i was reading it the first time that i had to like. find people to sit with to keep reading it lmao

the thing (1982; movie). this one ALSO always makes the list. oh. oh it's so worthy of it too. the thing is just like...my ideal horror movie. it's got everything a good horror movie should have: atmosphere, isolation, slow-growing dread, practical effects, a decapitated spider head monster thing that screams at you. i've probably watched this more than any other horror movie. and speaking of number of watches...........

hereditary (2018; movie). i've seen hereditary once. once. i'm not sure i intend on watching it a second time. maybe someday. there's a lot of horror out there these days that's centered on grief, but in my oh so humble opinion, hereditary is the granddaddy of all those. i cannot explain the emotions i experienced while watching this movie, lmfao. it was like...all of them. i'm pretty desensitized to most horror, and i'm very aware of that, but this movie? this movie right here? i was on the edge of my goddamn seat the whole way through, i watched parts of it through my fingers, and i was squeezing a pillow pretty much from the start to the end. it's so, SO fucking good. but it's also so, SO much.

the ruins by scott smith (book). i read this after watching the movie, and since the movie was kind of ehhh, i expected the book to be kind of ehhh too. it...it is not. BOYYYYY it is not ehhh at all. this book is fucking...terrifying. if you can't stomach body horror, don't even think about reaching for this, it is not FOR you. i LOVE body horror and there were some scenes that felt like they weren't even for ME sdklfjsdklfjd if you haven't seen the movie, or are unfamiliar with the premise, a group of american tourists and one very unfortunate german man find themselves at an old mayan ruin where a bunch of archeologists have recently gone missing. when they get there, uh...well, they find themselves stuck without any way of getting home, but they DON'T find any of the missing people. at first. then they do. then something finds them. it's. intense.

i'm thinking of ending things by iain reid (book). again, i decided to read this after watching the movie. the difference is...i really, really liked the movie, and so had very high expectations for the book. GOD DID IT DELIVER. this one is horror in a...different sort of way, and i'm not even sure everyone out there would classify it AS horror, but for me, it feels appropriate. it's a very personal kind of horror, the horror that comes with loneliness and regret, and a lot of it just really REALLY hit very close to home for me personally. it's absolutely beautifully written, and i think i've probably read it like...three times this past year alone. it's a short read, you can probably do it in one sitting if you've got a lazy day planned, and it's...GOD it's good. you'll probably cry, though, so be warned.

ask me my top 5 anything!

[guqin-and-flute]

The Soup Incident [Episode 22]

Random Jin Guy: hey u know ur sister

WWX: everyone's mom? best person in the world? beset by terminal heterosexuality? rings a bell

LWJ: i'm sure this is more important than a war

Random Jin Guy: something happened with j

WWX: [overrunning other line] I MUST GO MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED

Random Nie Guy: oop there he go

LWJ: wow this sounds serious

WWX: what horrors will i find what trauma will this compound what cruelty will i be met with also how did i know exactly where to go

WWX: OH. YOU.

JZX: gross

JYL: oh an audience perfect i'm sure this will de-escalate things

WWX: can we solve this with castration? tell me we can

JYL: no thanks i'd still like the option if it's all the same to u

WWX: it's not let me remove his body parts

JZX: like i'd let u near me u classless hellion

JYL: listen life hasn't been like the greatest lately had a lot of shitty carriage rides i'd like things to chill out and by things i mean namely u in this moment can we go now pls i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing

WWX: omg noooo i'll behave i'm here to support u i'll be impartial

JYL: i don't believe that for a single second tho hun

WWX: impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE HOW IS IT  EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE fuck u u piece o shit

JYL: and there it is

JZX: [angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]

WWX: wtf

JYL: yeah he's good at those

JYL: honey ur not helping urself here he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months pls use ur words and ur brain

WWX: WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH

JYL: can we just go pls i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life

WWX: but shijie M U R D E R

JYL: inexplicably i still want to marry him so no thank u

JZX: oh look mianmian's here

MM: u fuckin bet i am u dipshit

WWX: wtaf is wrong with him

MM: ok listen LISTEN i know i feel u trust me

JZX: time to return to the arrogance corner

WWX: UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH

JYL: a-xian  n o

MM: no he totally is u right

JYL: well then he's MY bitch :(

MM: why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try all that time wasted am i supposed to cover for u now?

JZX: bold of u to assume u can but go for it still don't know why tf ur all here just wanna eat my soup

WWX: HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN quick someone pick an orifice

JYL: gross

MM: tempting

LWJ: oh hey i'm here now i walk slow oh shit the nice jiang is crying who would hurt the nice jiang?

MM: ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?

JYL: i never really stop it's a little pathological at this point maybe i should talk to someone...

LWJ: oh more heterosexual antics wei ying's achilles heel best wait outside thank god Xichen is mostly functional and gay as the day is long

MM: so she makes soup right? 2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here

JZX: [buffering]

MM: jfc why do i even try

WWX: DID HE INSULT UR  S O U P ?!

JYL: sorta i am soup and soup is me

MM: so anyway

JZX: [overrunning previous line] HOLD UP I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP

WWX: ur in love with an idiot

JYL: i'm in love with an idiot

MM: I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING

MM: SHE MAKES SOUP. SHE'S THE SOUP LADY. ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF  WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS. A N D  S O U P . and her murder-brothers but that's not the point rn

JZX: ...u made me soup

MM: i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him i need a competent woman to hang around with i'm getting dumber by the day

WWX: seriously this guy u love this guy?

JYL: xianxian pls romantic idiocy runs in our family it's practically traditional

JYL: i mean...yes i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying neither of them are working rn tho help i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25

JZX: wow she made me soup

WWX: of course she made u soup  u human inner-thigh chafe show us the flashback mianmian

MM: [off screen] oh yeah that roll the tape jeeves

[ENTER FLASHBACK]

JYL: i made u soup bb

JZX: ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself

JYL: wut

[END FLASHBACK]

WWX: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian: perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™

JZX: ouchie i can twirly fight countless puppets can't dodge a punch of the life of me cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark

JYL: GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC how does this always happen? who raised this kid? oh right me

Group of Random Jin Guards: we are all well intentioned but ultimately expendable extras fear us

Random Jin Guard: UNHAND HIM FIEND

WWX: cool imma write u a song it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup in b flat tootly toot here comes the murder flute

Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy: [keyboard smash]

LWJ: wait hold on that's his shit starting music has shit been started?? wEi YiNg

WWX: are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man

JZX: i'm actually good here thanks

[unintelligible teenage screaming]

MM: HEY LISTEN U CAN'T DO THAT MURDER IS BAD and i still like him i sympathize but like...u can't

WWX: the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo

JYL: a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g

LWJ: take a deep breath us ur words what in the actual hell is going on

WWX: fuck u ur not my therapist

LWJ: u do not have a therapist never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist except maybe jiang cheng

WWX: SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON

LWJ: wut

JYL: pls understand it's just as dumb as you think

LWJ: ... i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for u stop that

WWX: THEN I'M LEAVING

LWJ: wow

JYL: we're both in love with idiots

JZX: am i still gonna keep getting soup?

[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]

Scene suggested by @nagisachan1​!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)

[greenninjagal-blog]

Are you still doing the top 5 fics and if so can you do top 5 LAMP fics?

Top Five LAMP fics? oh you are so speaking my language anon! I apologize this is so long coming, I kept getting distracted by DLAMP which is my other favorite thing my god I am so weak)

Why Use Words - Patton loves his soulmates. And they love him too! but maybe they would love him a bit more if he had written more than seven words to them in the entire time they’ve known of each other.

Rainy Sunday - your daily dose of band au, now with me being hella soft and laughing at the concept that Virgil wrote Mr. Brightside.

Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays - Secret Rockstar Virgil activates Flirt Mode and falls in love with six guys. No wait. Three Guys? Regardless, now he needs to figure out how to gift them all mega super expensive things without them asking why he has so much money.

Can’t Deny It, Who You Are Is How You’re Feeling - Janus, the new make up artist of the small Theater, tries his very best to figure out who is dating who. Remus thinks hes cute when he’s confused.

Do The Cooking By The Book - Patton bakes when he’s sad. Ft: recipes, cooking at 2am, that fucking muffin recipe that killed me on the spot stg. (on tumblr because I found it and screamed into my pillow, thanks @my-happy-little-bean you’re doing the lords work)

For more fun fics found by me check out my Fic Rec Masterlist!

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Pikovaya Dama (Mariinsky Theatre, 2006): Reactions, Part I

The encouragement to watch this has been simply overwhelming, so here goes!

yup this prelude is quintessential Tchaikovsky so I am already loving it

I mean, you are in Russia so that’s a fair thing to hope for

COSTUME PORN

okay please tell me that the parents only gave their kids toy guns and swords

also ngl the kids are too cute

that seems a bit excessive

I mean...he is a tenor

okay he looks like a living brooding Red Flag of a man

I mean, perhaps it’s because I already somewhat know the plot of this opera but...yeah he does look more than a little sus

well at least he’s a little self-aware

*heavy sigh* TENORS...

you’ve literally been onstage for three minutes and you’ve already established yourself as the Ultimate Tenor TM

OF COURSE YOU DON’T

*puts head in hands and sighs heavily*

good advice but consider your audience

as I was saying

at least the singer is very good

Weather Boomers TM

I stg I WILL throw something at you

aww he looks so precious

oh so they know he’s been stalking them. great.

this is a cool ensemble

those look like sewing scissors

the amount that you know about this old lady is a bit concerning

fellas???

gee I wonder who that could be

so is every guy in this opera other than Yeletsky just a gambling-obsessed douche?

well the nice weather didn’t last long

well great

I ship it (especially because of how pretty this is and how great they sound together)

this is GORGEOUS, this mezzo is excellent, and her voice (despite being a mezzo) oddly reminds me of Rachel Willis-Sorensen’s voice

DANCE PARTY!!!!

1. why’d you interrupt that

2. what in heaven’s name are you wearing

class/cultural divides

omg they’re so cute

yes he’s cool but you’re also cool 

poor Liza :(

Liza omg no you can do so much better than Hermann

OF FUCKING COURSE HE’S THERE

oh for Christ’s sake

*screams into the nearest pillow*

this is very beautiful but oh my god Liza PLEASE slap him

possible cockblock: accomplished

uh...insomnia is a real thing

okay this looks cool

omg NO

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

your fics read like novels i stg. i read bywmpf and just finished bycnl and omg they both made me cry but the latter esp. fuck ME it got me emotional. i read most of the chapters at 3am and i had to roll over and silent scream into my pillow they’re so good. your writing is beautiful, truly beautiful. the way you tied everything together at the end of bycnl literally made me gasp!! and the link to picket fence? fucking immaculate! also i love bycnl roger, still wanted to kill him at times tho x

THANK YOU SO MUCH??!?!!? This is going to have me smiling for DAYS!! 🥺😭

[brushes-of-sage]

ok wait a minute the hugo and luke parallels are a little too close for comfort i stg if hugo tries to kill varian imma scream into a pillow i don't think i can take it. Also i recommend u go to youtube and look up last day of summer animatic the first one that shows up breaks me so hard i actually cried its 2:20 long and I highly recommend it and its by monnichi. Also also: YOUVE SEEN THE MUSICAL ON STAGE AHHH UR SO LUCKY IVE ONLY SEEN BOOTLEGS AND LISTED TO THE SONGS ON REPEAT HOW WAS IT?-💙

Fam, you mean this animatic?

‘CAUSE HECK YEAH LEMME CRY OVER THIS AS I WATCH IT AGAIN 😭

Also, exhibit A:

“The truth: it's so they don't have to see us.

They won't bother to show their face,

It's time to make the world our own

Time someone put them in their place.”

Exhibit B:

*gestures to his relationships with Alec and Donella*

We’re so lucky that Varian was able to help and intervene and we found a soft and kind boi underneath that mask of his, but just imagine - Luke is the Hugo that turned bitter. Luke is a possibility that Hugo could’ve taken for being abandoned, pushed aside, forced to help with only a fraction of appreciation-

Just..... imagine 👀

Also agree - I will personally die inside if this new weird strange acting Hugo tries to kill Varian ‘cause ahhhhhhhh

AND HECK YEAH I HAVE!!! It’s the only musical I’ve seen live aside from DEH. Right before it went on to Broadway - the tour came to town and I practically begged my parents to let me go, even if I had to go alone.

And lemme tell you, it’s MAGNIFICENT!

Chris McCarrell embodied the sassiness and the inner turmoil of Percy so well and I actually cried when they included the scene in the apartment with him and Sally right after Gabe yelled at him.

Seriously, it’s a smaller cast, like DEH, and considered ‘low budget’ but holy heck, it’s was BEAUTIFUL! I think I made a post about it after I went but if I can’t find it, lemme just say that they all put their souls and passions into this, the chaotic teenage energy that radiated off of everyone was glorious, whathisname (shame on me I’m so sorry) who did Chiron and Poseidon and mcfreaking drag queen Medusa and the toilet paper guns Jorrel and Kristen were also so amazing gni love them ajfkakdjka

Bless them all for creating this - I was crying and laughing the entire time. Who cares what the critics said. This musical was PERFECT 110/10!

[coelakanths]

Scream about MCD to me

HEY BITCH MCD TIME

ok. ok ok ok i Cannot Stop thinking abt s1 garroth, laurence, and dante interacting after all the shit with the wolf tribes n pikoro village n all that shit

like. like i am Screaming ok

remember back in the neopolitan villages when garroth was all jealous abt laurence flirting with aphmau constantly? well i like to imagine that after that laurence makes a point to jokingly flirt with him ALL OF THE TIME. and he eventually gets used to it and they just kinda jokingly flirt back n forth

so when dante arrives and theyre all like hangin out n shit when laurence goes up to garroth and says “wow hi sexy” and garroth, this normally stoic, shy dude responds with “morning gorgeous” he almost spits out his drink

AND. IMAGINE THEM PLAYING CARD GAMES. god laurence would keep trying to look over garroths shoulder to see his cards and dante would be so fuckin stiff abt the Honor Code Of Go Fish and smack him every time

and YKNOW I JUST. imagine them playing pranks on each other too like

laurence would b the best at it ofc, i bet he n cadenza pranked each other constantly back in meteli so hes a MASTER and garroth n dante fuckin HATE IT theyre so jealous of his skills

garroth would suck so bad at it. i bet since hes used to wearing his helmet all the time he CANNOT hide his emotions for SHIT so hed be grinning and half giggling like “cmon dante. take a bite out of that totally normal not spiked with chili peppers cookie cmon just do it” and it never fuckin works 

also my entire life is dedicated to the idea that they have “sleepovers”. like yeah they all live in the guard area n shit BUT occasionally theyll all get together and pile up pillows n blankets and just. hang out. they talk and play truth or dare and just. cries and cries an

anyways every day of my life is dedicated to these fuckers hanging out and its all i ever think abt i have such STRONG brainrot i stg 

thank u rory for indulging me in my hcs youre a king lov u