#I've drunk a lot of sparkling wine

[gojowsddy]

Tipsy Invitation

𖨆♡𖨆 Rafayel x fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ you planned to host a party for your friends at Rafayel's place, but everyone has cancel due to the sudden heavy snow. The party decor is pointless now, and you end up trapped by the storm in Rafayel's home...(inspired by rafayel's veiled whisper five star memory)

: ̗̀➛ TW: nsfw content, bondage, porn with plot, riding, fingering

: ̗̀➛ word count: 2.8k+

We spent countless hours decorating Rafayel's house for a party that turned out to be a complete waste of time due to the blizzard. You are sitting on the floor in front of the couch. You can feel the weight of exhaustion bearing down on you as you wearily take a sip of the delicious wine. You gaze out the window, watching the snow falling and wondering how long the storm will last. 

"Can this really be a party when it's only us?" You murmured, taking in the tantalising aroma of the cake and red wine wafting through the air.

"You're right. It's a date then." Rafayel's lips curled into a sly smile as he teased.

"Those are two different things...!"

Rafayel chuckles, loving your flustered reaction, "Hold off on the alcohol for now. Didn't you prepare a lot of party games? Shouldn't we play first?"

"They're meant to be played with a lot of people.. I've practised my dance moves-"

As Rafayel strolls over to the radio, you notice a mischievous glint in his eyes. A soft, soothing melody emanates from the speakers, and he extends his hand towards you.

As the music fills the air, Rafayel pulls you close, his arms wrapping around your waist. Moving in perfect harmony, he leads you across the dance floor. With each step, his touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your breaths mingling together, the heady aroma of red wine. It's as if you are under a spell, lost in the moment, lost in each other. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you, joined together by an unbreakable thread of intoxication.

"Is this how you imagined the party would be?"

"...I don't know."

"Well, it's exactly what I had in mind. Buuut you'll probably feel a little queasy after drinking and spinning around, yeah?"

His hands rest on the small of your back, and his warmth seeps through the fabric of my clothes.

You can't tell if the heat is because of our dance or is it because of him.

You can only think about the scent of red wine.

You can feel his shirt against your body and his slow caresses on the back of your hand. They all seem to overwhelm your senses. Making you feel the dampening wetness growing in your panties.

"I'm feeling... a little thirsty," you muttered, trying to ignore the arousal that is burning inside you. Rafayel beckoned you towards the window and gestured over to the mini-fridge. He starts rummaging through its contents, searching for the perfect drink to quench our thirst.

"What do you wanna drink? There is some sweet stuff. Or maybe something light? Oh, I see sparkling water here."

"How about you mix one of your special drinks? I remember we've stocked up on plenty of cocktail ingredients." Your heart skips a beat as Rafayel looks my way, a mischievous grin playing on his lips while he tilts his head.

"My dear guest, alcohol isn't gonna make you less thirsty. You'll just be more drunk."

"Then make me something refreshing and won't get me drunker, please."

"If you insist. I'll do my best. Give me a moment."

Rafayel's hands moved with the precision of a seasoned bartender, as he grabbed two glass bottles and gave them a once-over. You found yourself captivated by the way he scooped some ice cubes and added them to the shaker. His hand closed around the shaker, holding it tightly as he gave it a vigorous shake. You couldn't help but notice how attractive his hands were. As you were lost in thought, a colourful, icy beverage appeared before you, snapping yourself back to reality. 

"What's this?"

"It's sparkling fruit juice. And the best part? It quenches your thirst without getting you drunk. The bad news is that there is no alcohol."

"I ordered a cocktail. If there's no cocktail then what's the point."

"Sorry, sorry, the bartender here plays it by ear." Rafayel places a hand over his chest, leaning slightly to look apologetic. All the while, he wears a smile clearly for the spectacle.

"Well it's delicious, but it's still not what I ordered. If you can't make me another drink, you need to compensate me in a way that makes me happy." You decided to play along with his game. With a fierce expression on your face, you pushed your finger against Rafayel's chest, causing him to lose his balance and stumble backwards into a nearby chair. Breathing heavily, you watched him nudge a present away with his foot before taking my hand and giving me a troubled look.

"How should I make it up to you, my dear customer~?"

"Well..." Suppressing a grin, you reach for the satin ribbon that's been carelessly draped over the back of the chair. You move slowly around Rafayel, taking in his every detail. The way his broad shoulders fill out his crisp white shirt, the hint of stubble on his chiselled jawline, and the intense look in his purple-pink eyes. As you make a few more rounds, you start to wrap the ribbon around his torso, feeling the heat emanating from his body. The crimson colour of the ribbon is almost mesmerising, darker than the rich wine you had been drinking earlier.

"I choose you."

You hold the delicate ribbon, trying to tie it into a perfect bow. That's when you notice Rafayel's piercing gaze on you, and your heart races with anticipation. With a sly smile, he breaks the silence with a soft chuckle, "All right. Consider it compensation. I'm yours for the taking."

"...Why do I feel like I'm walking into a trap? I can't blindly accept this gift." The ribbons fall onto Rafayel. But because you denied him, an invisible tension grabs him. A strange playfulness is ignited in his gaze like he's about to pounce.

"You haven't even started unwrapping me. Am I gonna be thrown away just like that?"

"Oh, but I've seen this gift before. I don't need to unwrap it to know what it is." 

"Really? You..you think you have me all figured out, do you?"

You realised that there was no need for me to answer the question. It was evident that he already knew the answer and what he was trying to achieve. At that moment, your fingers slowly crept behind the back of the chair, reaching for the stem of a rose that was resting there. Its deep, rich colour reminded me of a fine wine, and you couldn't resist picking it up and twirling it between your fingers.

"Hmm, I wonder where that came from." 

You were sorely tempted to slap the cocky grin right off his face. However, you decided to be somewhat gracious and extend him a bit of kindness for the evening. Taking the rose that was in your hand, you gently rubbed it over Rafayel's sensitive ears, which were visibly flushed with heat. The redness that had overtaken his ears began to spread to his cheeks, creating a vivid flush that was impossible to ignore. You felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight of it.

"mhm..a-always, full of surprises, huh. You're good at catching people off guard." His breath hitched. A whimper escaped him, creating a symphony of desire that wrapped around you like an intoxicating mist. 

You couldn't control the growing wetness in your pants and the anticipation of wanting to just fuck him on the spot was so irresistible. You wanted to tease him more and more. With a rose in your hand, you ran it across his chest, making him feel the petals brush against his clothed skin. You gently rubbed against where his nipples would be.

"n-ngh..mhm...I'm not sure who's suffering more - me or the flower." Rafayel squirmed restlessly on his chair, the soft petals of the rose that he had rubbed to his nipples caused him to release a breathy moan. It was so clear that his nipples were peeking through his shirt. 

"C-can't you be a little more gentle?" His body is lumped restlessly on the chair, struggling to catch his breath while also trying to contain the growing pressure in his crotch. Your gaze follows the visible signs of arousal, starting at his flushed face and moving down to his throbbing cock poking against the fabric of his pants unsuccessfully hiding its desire. He shifts impatiently on the seat, clearly unable to resist the urge any longer. The sight of him struggling with both physical discomfort and overwhelming arousal only adds to your arousal. You can feel your heart rate accelerate as you watch him fidget and fight against the temptation.

"W-worried about b-breaking me? I'm not that fragile." He looked at me with begging eyes. You felt even more excited about the idea of 'breaking' him. However, thoughts lingered about not being enough to reach his satisfaction. 

"Are you still concerned? I'm down for a slow, thorough inspection." 

Your hand reaches around the back of the chair and your face meets with Rafayel, there is a sudden flash of light and a rush of energy that courses through your body. Your lips connect with his as you kiss him deeply inserting your tongue in his mouth, taking full control of his mouth. He feels warm against your skin, almost like it's pulsing with energy.

"All right, that's enough. I'll let you off the hook. Let me untie this - " Your eyes widened seeing that Rafayel grabbed your arm.

"When did you untie yourself?" A lump in your throat blocked you from speaking as your heart started racing so fast. 

"You know there are plenty of old escape techniques on the Internet," Rafayel smirked, dragging your arm, and forcing you to sit on his lap. Your legs were shorter compared to Rafayel's long legs, making you spread your thighs and expose your wet panties. 

Rafayel watches you intently, his gaze locked onto your every move. His cock throbs insistently against your panties. Despite knowing that giving in to your desires would mean submitting fully to Rafayel's control, the thought of riding his hardness is becoming increasingly captivating.

As you continue to struggle against his lap, your hands quickly find their way around Rafayel's neck. Your body starts to force itself to grind harshly onto his lap. 

Your head fell back, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Your body forcefully presses against his lap, grinding with intensity. Your actions grow more desperate, as you feel yourself descending further into a state of bliss.

Rafayel's body was writhing with desire, his moans of pleasure echoing through the room. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, his cheeks flushed with red and the intensity of his need was noticeable. You could feel his stare on you, hot and hungry.

"pleasepleaseplease....raff...I want more-" you whined. Now it's Rafayel's turn to bring you down.

He slowly unzipped his jeans and lowered his boxers. As he freed his cock, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the sheer size of it. It was thick and throbbing, with a deep red tip that looked almost painful and the precum leaking down his tip. Your own body trembled with anticipation as he began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate.

With a low growl, Rafayel closed the distance between you, his hand still working his shaft. He pressed his body against yours, his lips hot on your neck as he whispered dirty promises in your ear. You could feel his erection pressing against you, and you knew that you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

"please..r-rafayel..please.." you begged him desperately.

"hah..where did your confidence go..beg for it," he has that cocky grin again and you don't want to fall for it but you wanted him so bad right now.

"please..raf..fuck me...I want your dick inside me...make me your cumdump..pleasepleaseplease-" As he moved closer to you, you could feel your heart racing with anticipation. Your mind was a blur, unable to focus on anything except the overwhelming desire that was coursing through your body.

He snooks his fingers underneath your skirt, squishing one of your asscheeks before slapping it harshly. With his hand wrapped securely on your waist while his other hand plays with your panties. Pulling them side to side aiming for your sensitive area, making you attempt to close your thighs.

He brushed his fingers against your pants, pushing them aside to reveal your soaking cunt. His fingers traced along your clit, making you arch your back into him as he continued to rub your clit. It made it more difficult to shut your legs together.

"Here that? It's fucking soaking wet for me." He chuckles, making you bite your lips to not suppress a moan.

He enters both of his fingers into your cunt, you feel a rush of heat flood your body, making it impossible to think straight. You couldn't stop the whine that came out loudly and arched your back even more. In split seconds, Rafayel's fingers sped up his pace thrusting into you harshly, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every movement.

His fingers worked amazing the way he curled the tip of his fingers, successfully finding your g-spot and in seconds you were in a moaning mess, toes curled, head tilted to the side, it was driving you insane.

The silence was only filled with your moans and whines, which got louder every second, and the wet noises coming from your pussy. You begged him to go faster, desperate to reach your climax, but he refused to give you what you wanted. Instead, he pulled his hand away, leaving you gasping for air and trembling with frustration.

"Not gonna let you cum that quick," he said with a cunning smirk on his face. "I'll tell you when you can cum."

The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but you knew that the wait would be worth- 

He thrust his cock into you, leaving you no time to think. You felt a surge of pleasure that left you moaning uncontrollably. It was stretching you out so much and it isn't even halfway in. You felt so full and so stuffed.

You waited for him to do something but he was only staring at your desperate reaction.

"W-what..what are you doing? Please move..plea-" Before you could finish your sentence Rafayel thrust his dick into you, making his dick press against your cervix. Rafayel's sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to scream.

The sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, and you instinctively arched your back in response to the intense stimulation. Your hands grab a fistful of his shirt trying to resist the pain.

You moaned loudly as you felt the weight of his thick shaft filling you up completely, your tight pussy clenching around his length. 

"I-I...can't..t-take it any more..too f-full-" you couldn't form proper words as Rafayel continues to thrust his dick into you.

"Y-ye-..fuck..yes you can. L-loosen up, will you?" He stutters. Your gummy walls were making him absurd. The way it is sucking him in. The way it tightly suffocates his tip. He wraps his arms around your body, his chin lays on your shoulder and his eyes tightly shut. He just wants to stuff you full with his cum.

Rafayel couldn't control his thoughts. He suddenly manhandles you and forces you to be on the chair. Before you open your mouth to say something, he starts rummaging his dick in you. Forcefully, thrusting all his power into you. Your back is arched in a perfect 'C' shape and your toes are curled as he continuously fucks you hard. You couldn't stop moaning it was so fucking good sogoodsogoodsogood~. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I-i'm closee...imcloseimclose..please..let me cum..please," you begged. Rafayel could explode right now from the look of your pleading face. 

"Cum."

As Rafayel continued to thrust into you, you felt the string in your belly snap. The sensation was intense, and you couldn't help but close your eyes tightly shut. You were completely lost in the moment, and your body was responding uncontrollably. Your breath became ragged as you called out his name repeatedly, riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath, but Rafayel wasn't done yet. He continued to shove himself inside you, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful. His tip pressed against your cervix, a noticeable bulge poking through your abdomen, adding to the intense pleasure you were experiencing.

He was overstimulating you too much, you couldn't help but whine, "T-too much..please..i-its too much.." 

But your pleas fell on deaf ears as Rafayel continues to fuck you to reach his own climax.

As he continued to thrust into you, you felt your body respond in ways you never thought possible. Every nerve ending was on fire, and you were completely lost in the moment. You surrendered yourself to the pleasure, letting it consume you completely.

Finally, with one last thrust, Rafayel reached his own peak, cum squirted all over your stomach and collapsed onto you. You and Rafayel were left panting and gasping for air, your body still sticky and trembling.

"I-I’ll get you back, Rafayel.."

p.s: This is my first smut writing. Please tell me how it is and any tips on improving.

[alpydk]

Romantic smut prompt: before Karlach’s engine cools down, she and Shadowheart use the tadpole connection for mutual masturbation ❤️

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Thanks for this prompt, it was fun, difficult, but fun. I'm learning a lot about me and smut which I sort of expected but yeah, always learning. Hope you like this. Of course a Happy Pride to everyone, which I've failed to say, I'm sure.

Word Count - 1506 - CW - Smut - F/F

Singed lips had not been the result Shadowheart had been looking for the first time she'd kissed Karlach. She’d expected hot, maybe a little steamy as they’d crept under the cool waterfall together, eager hands upon one another in light quick touches, but the lengthier kiss had been met with a healing spell she hadn’t anticipated. “Well, I guess that’s out of the question then,” she spoke, a slight resignation in her tone.

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The two friends had spent the weeks journeying together, pilfering wine from the camp supplies when they could, drinking and sharing in ways the cleric had never thought possible. With very few memories and a natural distrust for anyone, it had been a shock to find someone like Karlach who bulldozed through all obstacles, whether physical or metaphorical. Their pasts had mattered little to each other, their futures even less. The tiefling had been a heated dragon’s breath of fresh air to Shadowheart, a new lesson on how to focus on the present and seizing the moments that mattered. Fresh memories had been created between the two, ones she would not be so quick to surrender on her return to Shar’s grasp.

It had been a night sat alone on the rocky clifftop where they’d first shared their feelings with each other, schoolgirl type blushes expressed which had caused Shadowheart to scoff, brightened firelight licking up from Karlach’s shoulders in response to the reaction. One upgrade to the barbarian’s infernal engine had been enough for a quick steal of a kiss with the unknown help of a stray ice bolt from Gale. With that, they’d both been secretly working on ideas of how they could further progress the relationship to something more than just shared alcohol and what ifs.

They couldn’t rely on Gale being involved every time, even with the flirtatious comments he sometimes spouted, and advice from the other members of their party had provided useless. Astarion had offered playful remarks about watching, though Shadowheart got the feeling he wasn’t even interested in that, his act one she was familiar with herself. Wyll had talked about the pleasantries of talking to build a relationship, one idea which Karlach had grown bored with quickly remembering her times alone in the tents of Avernus. And Withers… Well, what did a dried skeletal corpse know of sex? The two potential lovers would simply have to work this one out alone.

One darkened evening, as the clouds drifted in front of sparkling skies, the pain retreated a short distance from the camp, bottles of wine in hands, the idea being to use the nearby waterfall to act a constant coolant for Karlach’s heated flesh. At first it had seemed to have worked as the elf’s delicate hands drifted upon her companion’s skin, the battle earned scars risen against the pads of her fingers. The water steamed around their naked bodies, a hot spring of their own creation merging with the internal warmth of shared liquor.  

Travelling hands led to soft kisses laid upon one another, their idea working well as the air grew thick around them both. Shadowheart leaned in for the kiss eagerly, the tiefling’s firm hands holding around her hips to give her the height she needed in the depths of the pool. For a moment it had been perfect, the warmth of their lips upon another, the twisting of tongues searching, and then came the quick prickling and the need to pull back.

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Unspoken frustration was expressed between both; a silent trudge back to the shore and the wine now drunk to bury unexpressed sensations. Karlach shifted uncomfortably on the quickly drying earth beneath her, the leather of her armour not the welcome touch to her heated skin. “You know, Fringe… This might be an odd one, but what if we use the worm?”

Shadowheart took a swig from the bottle in her hand, her lips pursed to the cool glass opening and her eyes focussed on the neckline that she wished she could suckle on instead. She thought over the concept. They had used the tadpole in the past for sharing visions and messages when needed, its presence not a complete negative aside from the well-known fact that it was destined to transform them into soulless monsters. She lowered the bottle considering the idea; it could work. “Well, I’m willing if you are.”

The tiefling gave a playful grin; her sharpened teeth gleaming, ready for what was to come. She let her mind wander; the tadpole reacting to the connection between the two. She could see the elf in her mind’s eye, the way the pale skin seemed to glow against the astral background they floated in. Karlach gave the world a background, sunlight over forest clearings, fluffy clouds floating aimlessly above them. Both stood naked in this envisaged dream, Karlach’s flames now muted to nothingness, her reddened flesh a stark contrast to Shadowheart’s.

The cleric saw the wildflowers, purples and whites that spattered the surrounding green wilderness, the tiefling’s need for the life of the world around, the touch of prickling grass under their soles, the distant sound of falling water but a silence hanging in the area, an anticipation shared between them. She approached slowly, trying not to break the illusion in front of her, her own love of night orchids appearing under the shaded edges of the tree line.  

The two met, soft hands drifting upon one another’s arms, testing how far this idea could go. As Shadowheart felt the warm grip on her, she let out a soft sigh; the tadpole working in providing not just visual but also physical aid in what they both wanted. She knew not how her body lay on the shores near the waterfall, only that in this moment she could be free to express herself. She felt her mind tug with Karlach’s, the shared longing for each other passing over through the conjured world. It had been so long since being with another person; self-imposed isolation placed up, as per Shar’s commands, but she cared little. She wanted to kiss, to feel, to love, and she wanted it with Karlach.

The smile was all Shadowheart needed to know her thoughts had been received, similar coming back to her own tadpole, whispers of how life was too short to regret not sharing love. And that’s what this was between them, a love that both feared to waste. She leaned in, feeling the wine tinted lips of her companion upon hers, her hands drifting over the ridges and scars of the tiefling’s body. She heard the hungry moan of desire in her ear and control was lost to her. There was only the yearning of long denied hands on flesh, frantic kisses placed over long observed bodies. Shadowheart forgot the tadpole, Shar, her mission; there was only her and Karlach, desperate fingers tracing the point of no return.

Firm fingers danced upon her own delicate flesh, the grass beneath them both folding under the rolling of their bodies pressed against one another. She let out her own whimper at the touch, so much different from the nights she had spent alone. Her hips arched into the sensation, her mind unravelling, the tadpole continuing to support them in the fantasy. Karlach gave a subtle bite to her shoulder, the pinch fuelling the cleric on further, pleasure and pain a combination, one she was used to. Fingertips continued their motions, light rubbings building in speed as the pressure each of them felt grew. With physical aspects being felt, the emotions and sensations built in intensity; each climb to climax, passing the barrier between their minds.

The illusion flickered between them as the precipice neared, the tree’s vanishing before reappearing, eyes clenched shut and breathless gasps heard. The warmth of the tiefling’s fingers seem to increase, but Shadowheart knew there was little time before she reached her peak, her body trembling and hips quivering in her lover’s grasp. She felt as the strong thighs clenched around her hand, the waves of release being felt by her companion and with it she let go of her bindings entirely.

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The water lapped upon her boot; the stars shining above her and a salted breeze from the coast whistled through the trees that surrounded them. She opened her eyes, turning her head to see the satisfied smile of Karlach; the tiefling’s deep dark hair released and lying wild around the pointed red ears. As the heat of the flames returned, granting a welcome comfort from the chilly night’s embrace, the two lay gazing at one another, basking in the bliss that had fallen between them.

The next morning was met with stolen glances and whispers of when they would next meet, of desires of what would happen once Karlach’s infernal engine was upgraded fully. There was only one downside that they had both discovered with their involvement of the tadpole, and that was their travelling companions, kept awake by the thoughts that were shared without restraint.

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Good Omens Short: Don't Drink and Aura

It's been a while since I've posted any fics here, but when I was cleaning out some folder this past weekend I found a couple of minifics that I thought it would be fun to share. Here's number one:

Auras (or, Don't Drink and Aura)

“So, witch girl” a drunken Crowley said. “Auras? You… you can see’em?”

Anathema and Aziraphale looked up, surprised, from the conversation they'd been having while Crowley noodled around on his phone.

She was quicker than the angel to adjust to the abrupt change in topic. "Sometimes. If I try.”

Crowley waved expansively and nearly knocked himself off the couch with the force of it. “So go on, then. Read ours.”

Aziraphale frowned. “Do we have them? Angels and demons, I mean?”

“I don’t see why not,” Crowley said. “I mean, we have bodies. And all their various parts. At least most of the time.”

“How fun!” Aziraphale said, offering a tiny wriggle of excitement. For all his proper fussiness, Crowley knew that there was nothing the angel enjoyed so much as a touch of Victorian-era mysticism. Thank someone that seances and table-knocking had gone out of fashion.  “Do tell us, dear girl. What do you see?”

Anathema narrowed her eyes. “No way. This is a trap. If you don’t like what I say about your auras, you’re going to harass me endlessly about doing it again and again until I come up with something better.”

Crowley sputtered, hands splayed out. “Won’t,” he said, trying to stifle a hiccup. “We promise. Cross Aziraphale's heart.”

Aziraphale nodded so hard his head looked in danger of wobbling off his neck, and for a moment, it looked like wine was about to slosh out of his glass. Crowley frowned at it and it retreated back to the bottom of the cup. It knew better.

The witch sighed, then set down her wine glass and rubbed her hands together. She studied each of them in turn, eyes widened but gaze unfocused.

"Is she getting anything?" Aziraphale stage-whispered.

"Shhhhh! Let her work."

“Yours,” she said, pointing to Crowley, “is kind of spiky around the edges, and has a lot of gold in it.”

“You mean black,” Crowley said, helpful. “Has to be black.”

Aziraphale thumped him on the shoulder and was, unfortunately, not too drunk to miss. “You promised.”

“No, no, it’s definitely gold,” Anathema said. “Except right around the chest it turns all pink. Like roses or something. It’s actually quite lovely.”

Crowley made a rude noise and completely refused to look at the angel, who he could tell was beaming at him in his most sappy and unbearable way. “’m not lovely. ‘m a demon!”

Anathema turned her gaze to Aziraphale. “Oh my,” she said. “I’ve honestly never seen anything like this!”

Crowley pulled himself together by sheer force of will and sat up. He grinned sharply. “Oh, do tell. What is it? Glitter? Little sparkles?”

“No, it’s more…” She waved a hand. “The background is a gorgeous glow of cream, very warm and loving. But there are streaks of other colors? A little sky blue? And a warm brown? I’d almost have to draw it. It keeps shimmering and changing.”

Crowley snapped and materialized a pad of paper and colored pencils.

“Now really, this is hardly necessary,” Aziraphale protested, but the other two ignored him as Anathema started scribbling on the paper in large swaths, first filling it with a very pale yellowy cream, then skittering across it here and there with blue, brown, in wide, raggedy stretches.

“I never said I was an artist,” Anathema said, holding up her messy work. “But it looks something like this.”

Aziraphale leaned forward, eyes wide. “Oh, well that’s just lovel—”

“—Tartan,” Crowley said flatly. Un-bloody believable.

"What?”

“It’s tartan. Blown up large.”

Aziraphale shook his head. “Oh now, I don’t think so, it’s simply swaths of colors. And quite fashionable too if you ask me!”

“No,” Crowley said, grabbing the paper. “Look. This scribble here is the beginning of a very large stripe, running vertical. And the edge of brown next to it? That’s exactly how your tartan looks.”

He made a gesture and the picture suddenly morphed, as if someone was zooming out on a photograph.

“See?” He sat back and huffed. “Tartan.”

“How can one have a tartan aura?” Aziraphale asked.

Anathema shrugged. “Like I said, I’ve never seen that before. Most people are just swirls of color.”

Aziraphale looked at Crowley. “Are you angry at me for having a tartan aura?” he asked incredulously.

“Apparently.”

Anathema grinned as she snagged one of the remaining bottles of wine, leaning in to refill her glass with a very generous pour.

“Told you. And no, I’m not looking again.”

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Part 2 of the ask game with Sunrey!

Part 2 will have questions 21-40!

Part 1 can be found here!

(I apologize, I'll be skipping 26 just bc I'm clueless on what to put 🙇‍♀️)

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

Well.. we're both rather civil, so neither of us would likely get into a - me. I've fought off a creep trying to talk to my little sister before. "I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite." Except I'm not violent until it comes to loved ones. Sunday would tend to my wounds so carefully and sweetly 🫶

22: what reminds each of their partner?

The stars. I look at the stars and hope Sunday is watching from the Astral Express. Sunday sent me a picture of the snow on belobog and said it would be too cold for me there 🥰

23: who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

🙋‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I hate waking up. I wish I could sleep forever, especially with Sunday holding me close. He'll say he has work to do while he lets me pull him back into bed. He'll complain that he has documents to fill out while he pulls me to his chest and tucks my head against his chest.

24: who's more likely to give the other a massage?

Sunday would get so many massages.. his neck is achey from hunching over his desk? 💆‍♂️ his wings are a little stiff from being tucked under his coat all day? 💆‍♂️💆‍♂️

25: do they have any hobbies they share?

Piano! I've said this before, but I dabble in so many instruments. Sometimes, we do a little duet. He'll play piano, and I'll do violin or cello.

Listening to Robin's music 🙂‍↕️ that's all

27: who is the lightweight that needs to be taken care of after the party?

Ahem.. now, I'm not old enough to drink, but in my state, as long as I have parental supervision and am careful about my intake, I can drink 🙂‍↕️

I'll expose myself here- I drank a whole glass of my mom's wine in like 2 minutes (I thought it was sparkling juice 😵‍💫) she freaked out about how much I had, but I didn't feel anything.

Sunday is lightweight, and that is something I live by. He had water in his glass on the livestream 🤭 we only drink at home, so I don't have to worry about getting a ride of dragging him inside, but it's so fun and cute when he's drunk and murmuring nonsense as he leans against me.

28: what are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

He calls me 'little dove', 'my dove', 'darling', but I don't use pet names. It's not that I don't like them, but I'd just rather use people's names. Lucky for him, I don't call him 'Sunny' like the trailblazer 🤭

29: who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

I'd probably do the jumping just to tease him. He'd for sure panic.

30: your OTP gets to pick each other's outfits. What is each wearing?

(First image found on Pinterest, second is from aethexe on instagram)

31: can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they hands?

Sunday can definitely sit nicely next to me, but I love to hold hands. Doesn't matter if they're family, friend, lover.. I just like holding hands 😔

32: who's the better storyteller?

Sunday for sure. I go off on random tangents that have nothing to do with the original story just because a keyword reminded me of something else.. telling a story that would take a normal person maybe 3 minutes takes me about 10 🫣

33: who's the better cook?

To be full of myself for a second. Me. I've loved cooking and baking since I was little, I experiment with so many recipe ideas. Sunday usually has someone to cook for him, but he does like to join me in cooking dinner 🫶

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

I'd say me, because I tease him a lot, but honestly- I'm not quite enough to even think up a dirty joke, even if there's something so obvious that could be turned into one 🫠 so neither of us, really.

35: who's more artistic?

Depending on what artistic type you're looking at. He's a chior conductor! Drawing-wise, I take that title, but I like to paint with him too, even if he doesn't think he's a good artist.

36: Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

...both of us.. if he's hungry at midnight, suddenly I feel like cooking something new 🤷‍♀️ a few times when I'm hungry at night he says he is too so he brings 'us' something to eat (he doesn't eat any of it)

37: which is more likely to swear?

I'm sorry but.. I've got a dirty mouth- in my head. I hardly swear aloud, but whe I do, Sunday looks at me like I just slapped Robin 😵‍💫

38: Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

*gasp* on my main? That's okay, I won't go much into it. We're both rather vanilla. We rarely bring something new, but I'm willing if he comes up with an idea.

39: Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

We all know his backstory 😔 we would both take in an injured animal. I've brought in multiple bunnies, and birds cats around the neighborhood had caught and left. We take them in, but rather than nursing them back to health, we call a place nearby. There's lots of people that know a lot more about animal care, so we find someone more qualified.

40: Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

We both don't eat that much 😵‍💫 so often, I cook too much so we end up having leftovers the next day 🥱 oops

[thestorieswesay]

Hi! For the fic writer ask game : ) ✅ 💕🦉😊🔥

list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

Some Sanctuary goodies this time! (I tried to narrow it down, really I did, but I have so many favorites in this fandom it was impossible to choose):

The fashionable vampire has been back in Old City for only a few hours, but he seems well-rested and cheerful considering what he has been spending his time doing. As if sensing his thoughts, Nikola sets his wineglass down and takes a small bite of roasted artichoke heart, chewing thoughtfully, carefully considering the food. When he speaks, his voice is light - "I ripped a man's throat out today. You ever get aroused by violence?" The carefully delivered bomb explodes in Declan's face, making him flush hotly and choke out, "We're having antipasti!" "Yeah, sure, but do you?" He asks, blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he bridges his hands across his chest.

This is from the second fic in my Declan/Nikola trilogy ('colours you know that I can't see with anybody else') and I love this scene so much. It came fully-formed in my brain and I wrote the whole front end of the fic just to deliver this exchange. I love Nikola fucking with Declan and making him regret ever taking him to dinner. Writing Nikola is such a treat!

Soon she will begin to cough, begin to choke. Her organs will fail her, leaving her a damaged, collapsing body of lost and broken parts. Her magic, effervescent blood will fail her. There will be nothing left but a small, desiccated husk to finally put in the ground, beside Nigel and James and everyone else he has ever cared about. He pours over the blood samples, agonizes over his notes. Pours himself another glass of wine only to abandon it and drink straight from the bottle. He's not a medical doctor by any sort of formal training but he knows blood more than anyone perhaps ever will. He isn't a vampire anymore but above all else, he knows blood. He can see the collapse of the white cells, see the dying and the fading and the lack of new cells being made. He can see the radiation sickness spread. There is no way to stop it. Helen is going to die.

From 'Blood is Compulsory', my Whumptober 'Radiation Poisioning' fic. (I need to write the second chapter). I live to write vampires and blood, but this is an interesting twist on the subject because this is when Nikola was human and the blood is not being drunk, but destroyed. I don't write vignettes a lot but when I do, I end up madly in love with the results.

"Nikola, please," she whispers, kissing the side of his head. He opens his eyes to stare at her uneasily, pain written across his features. "Let me help you," she hears herself saying. "You don't know what you're doing," he pants out, twisting to try and get out of her arms, but he's too weak to do so. "I know exactly what I'm offering. My blood has healed, has sustained. It can help you. Please..." "Begone, vile temptress," he says a little too loudly, but she lets her face break into a wan smile at his attempt at humor. "No," she responds simply, rolling him onto his back. He gasps and stares up at her helplessly, looking every inch a wounded animal she simply must save. It's incredibly vulnerable, and she feels her heart and her soul ache for this man. "I'm going to help you," she whispers, sitting herself down on the bed beside him.

Carentan Rewrite, my beloved! 'never found the answer (but we knew one thing)' is one of my favorite Sanctuary stories I've written and my first real attempt at writing Teslen. It was so fun to write from Helen's point of view for the first time! I have a weak spot for a pathetic man so I made Nikola extra wetcat and vulnerable in this fic.

He spends most of his time alone. The Project is time-consuming and he is ever busy even though he is restless. The idea of succeeding is so elating, so damning. He knows he is playing with fire, but so was Prometheus, and look what that did for mankind! Though it isn't mankind he is interested in anymore (and things didn't quite work out for Prometheus in the end either, sadly. No one appreciates a true genius, he knows well).

and

"That's not my blood, Johnny boy," he calls out mockingly, laughing as the other man raises his palm and slaps him. "Shut up," Druitt snaps, slapping him again for good measure. It's a sharp crack of pain that filters through the drugging and Tesla bares his teeth in a mirthful snarl. Druitt snarls back and kisses him again, biting his lower lip and drawing some blood. It's not enough for what he needs from him, Tesla knows, but he's offended all the same and punches at the other man uncoordinatedly, trying to hit him in his throat. John avoids it and catches his wrists, grasping them in one hand, holding them over his head. "Behave," he says severely, grabbing his chin with his free hand, smearing blood from his lips across it with his fingers. "John, it's like you don't even know me," Tesla laughs again, though he is struggling more in earnest now. He hates how easy it is for John to manhandle him, hates their size disparity even though he is normally just as strong these days. Except when someone drugs him; hello, rude, he thinks wildly.

These sections are from my very first Sanctuary fic, 'Blood in the Cut', which was written as a birthday present for my best friend. I watched Sanctuary to begin with just so I could write her this fic and my God, how it has CONSUMED ME. I love writing Nikola as a mouthy little shit and I adore how I managed to portray him in this fic. But 'Hello, rude' lives rent-free in my skull now lmao.

what's your favorite part of your writing process?

Honestly, the spit-balling, note-making, pre-writing process is my favorite part. I call it 'spaghetti' - you throw it at the wall and if it sticks, it's ready. I honestly enjoy outlining and planning stories more than I enjoy the actual labour of writing them (though I love rereading them when they're done - nobody writes my favorites doing my favorite things like I do, lol). But I live to engage with other people, so if more people see the finished result than the friends I spaghettied with, it's all worth the work!

give yourself a piece of writing advice

IT'S NEVER TO LATE TO REVISIT AN IDEA!

I finished a fic this year that I started in 2013. I have another one from 2021 that's ALMOST done. My magnus opus ('Humane', Stargate Universe) was started in 2012 and completed in 2021. I have so many old WIPs that were started before my stroke that I'll never be able to finish now (my brain has just literally lost the plot) but I haven't given up hope on all of them. Because it's really never too late.

say something nice about your writing

I write great dialogue. There's that one tumblr post that's like 'How do you write such realistic dialogue- I TALK TO MYSELF I TALK TO MYSELF I TALK TO MYSELF' and that is me. I can hear the characters saying the lines in my head and so I write down what I heard, the way I heard it, and everyone goes 'hey this is pretty good!' and that's my special little skill.

what’s something that’s currently going really well?

I am outlining and making notes for a dear friend's Christmas present (well two friends' presents, my bestie and my secret friend). The notes are going great. I have a fic title, a series title (it's a sequel to something I already wrote), and chapter titles. I have three chapters planned. I have the pullquotes prepared and the last line of the fic written. Thank you, Taylor Swift.

[borajibolala]

Jin's Traditional Alcohol Journey

I think I've watched the whole series a couple of times already, but it still feels so refreshing everytime..

This series where Jin starts to learn the art of making makgeolli, feels personal and meaningfull.

Makgeolli sometimes anglicized to makkoli is a Korean alcoholic drink. It is a milky, off-white, and lightly sparkling rice wine that has a slight viscosity

Because we know that's what he could plan and execute in time before enlisting, of course, but also is about his tradition.

At this point Seokjin knows very well how much influence (world wide) he has, the same with BTS and every member. Remember all the times army got JKs kombucha sold out?

This time, he's taking army on a journey to learn more about a very special korean tradition.

Drinking has a different cultural importance in korea.

But this series is not just about getting drunk.

Is about the craftmanship, the chemistry, the patience and the persistence that pays off at the end, when you can savour the fruits of handmade labour with people that are special to you, while eating some homecooked food.

It is inspirational to see Jin getting hands on, humbly taking the role of apprentice, eager to learn and excel.

Jin is sharing culture, keeping it alive through the new generation.

At one of the last episodes, Jin asks for ownership of the recipe which implicates a lot of meaning.

He states that he wants his drink to bring people together, and the master that gives him the recipe couldn't have chosen a more fitting name.

I won't spoil it, because it felt really magical and got me a bit emotional.

But it reminded me of the beautiful message of BTS.

As Namjoon has said before, the one who wears the crown must bear its weight, and no member takes it lightly..

Jin said he wants to share his drink with BTS and Army, I'll wait for his return.

Until then, stay healthy our astronaut.

-June

[echoe-back-from-the-void]

Happy 21st Birthday to me!

<Something really short but came to me at work. Lighting thief concept thingy.>

I carried the groceries into camp borders with ease despite there being many. As I passed kids, I gave them their specific item from the bags. Most campers were given money over the year when they were outside and they would save it until they got to camp to buy things they couldn't usually get like gum and candy.

I walked toward the big house and reached into one of the heavier bags I pulled out a can and chucked it at Mr D. The camp director. He caught the can with grace only bestowed on the gods.

"And what is this Mr Domino black?" He sneers at me. Messing up my name like he does every camper.

"A work around. I'm finally 21, Mr D." I answer smiling brightly and mischievously. It takes a moment for lord Dionysius to catch on but when he does he materializes a glass and pours the can into it. Instead of turning to water like usual the glass stays the same colour and Mr D looks at me in disbelief. We wait for the boom of thundered disproved but none comes and I roll my hand for the god to take a sip and he does with interest. Pulling away he smiles to himself.

"And how?"

"Non alcoholic, can't get drunk but they still don't sell it to minors. They got loads of things that are non alcoholic, brandy, tequila, sparkling wine." I'm close enough I'm now standing beside him and pass off the heaviest bag to the god of wine and madness. "Cost a damn lot but I've been saving up since I first saw it." I admit sheepishly. I know the gods aren't ones for Thank yous so I give a little salute and turn around to continue handing out things to the campers.

An hour later I make my way back to the Hermes cabin where I have been since my arrival at camp halfblood. Not that I was a Hermes kid, I've just been unclaimed.

Mindlessly I toy with my leather necklace that holds more beads than any other camper. 12 various decorated beads hang from the leather cord and display how long I've been at this camp. 12 years to this day. Making me the oldest camper in camp half blood. Aside from those in Artemis cabin but they don't count!

Hermes cabin is littered with children, claimed and unclaimed. Most of the claimed Hermes children are given beds while the unclaimed have mats on the floor. I've been here so long I have my own hammock in the far back, no one has ever tried to steal it because they all know it's mine.

I continue to pass the things out while speaking respectfully. "Please try not to steal candy from each other this time. Only trading." They all nod but I know the second I turn my back there's a complaint that someone stole someone else's candy.

"Hey! New camper! New camper!" A kid yells running into the cabin. "Clarisse has him!"

I groan in aggravation before stalking out the caving with a following crowd. "Clarisse La Rue!" I shout making her stop where she's standing. "Put the damn kid down!" I order and she drops the boy like he's poisonous. But instead of walking off like she usually does she turns and begins to attack me. I sigh and easily block each attack unarmed. "Clarisse, I will break your spear again." I threaten. She doesn't back down and attacks more ferociously. "Oh Cmon la Rue, is it that time of the month again." I mock and she growls before lunging just like I wanted. I doge and hit her in the back of the neck knocking her out and catching her. With ease I throw her over my shoulder and approach the boy she was bullying.

"I'm sorry about the unwelcoming committee, I'm the welcoming committee, welcome to camp Half blood. If you have any question or need help your welcome to ask me anything and I will answer to the best of my abilities." I easily pull the boy up and pat his shoulder before stalking toward the ares cabin.

Expecting my knock, one of the less argumentative Ares children let's me in and I easily set Clarisse on her bunk, having done this a couple times before. I take her shoes off so she's more comfortable and tuck her in. Doing all this under the watchful eyes of the ares cabin.

"Best of luck at capture the flag tonight!" I cheer them on.

During capture the flag I’m placed near the river that divides the territories. I stand beside the kid, Percy. I have my bow on my back while I use daggers as my primary. I can sense Annabeth Chase near us as she watches Percy under her invisibility cap.

I shouldn’t be able to see or sense her but strangely I can, it’s still fuzzy like looking through the mist but not hard to discern.

Clarisse fights her way to the border with all the fury I would expect. She goes for Percy first and I give a lamenting sigh after she strikes him harshly with every intent to harm. The second time she goes for the same strike I catch her spear by the pole.

“La Rue, cease.”

She growls, pulling her spear back making the bladed end slice my hand open. Blood begins to drip down my fingers and I shake my hand out. For a second she looks fearful.

While I have stopped her many times from hurting other campers, she has never hurt me. Even when we had our little spars, we had never drawn blood against the other. Be it out of respect or fear I do not know. I breathe deeply and close my eyes. “It’s okay it was an accident. I’ll need stitches but I will live.” I kneel toward Percy and his face is pinched in pain. Clarisse had cut from sternum to shoulder and the cut grazed his chin as well. “Let’s get you to the water, yes?” Percy nods and I lift him with me to pull him toward the creak.

Within seconds of Percy touching the stream I can see a faint glow as his cut closes on its own. For a moment the teen looks fearful, not understanding what happened.

Even worse is when annabeth pulls off her cap, revealing herself and she gawks at Percy with something I care not to dissect. Clarisse herself watches in shock. All of us know what this means. And just as expected, a blue glow hovers over the teens head. Proudly presenting Poseidon’s trident. (Say that five times fast.)

“What?”

Campers converge on the location and all look on with shock, fear and trepidation at the claimed son of Posideon.

I can see the rising panic when campers and nymphs alike begin to kneel. I bend down and hold the teens hand. “It’s all going to be okay.” Turning to the crowd I announce the game is over and the blue team has won. After that statement I turn again to the teen and pull him with me while leading him back to Hermes cabin. Along the way I explain what I can about who and what happened.

“Due to being claimed, you may not be able to stay in Hermes Cabin. Poseidon has a cabin but no one else lives there. You’d be getting a whole cabin to yourself. “ I try to joke but the boy still is in too much shock.

Entering Hermes cabin I see two campers no older than eight, fighting over something. “Stop it. Is that Percy’s stuff?” The one boy tries to hide it behind his back but under my glare he reveals it to be the minotaur horn. I hand the relic back to Percy and help pack his things.

Some campers have already returned from the field and they all watch us from their bunks. We ignore them and I help Percy carry what little belongings he has. On the way out Luke puts his hand on Percy’s shoulder.

When we leave the cabin he turns to me with a frown. “Why does it feel like everyone’s expecting me to die?” Percy asks and I give him a wry grin.

“The main threes’ kids don’t usually last long.”

“But. You’re the oldest here, aren’t you?” Percy questions.

“Oldest that I am, I’m unclaimed. I’ve shown affinity for most godly parents but since I have not been claimed I stay in Hermes cabin. Most demigods wouldn’t stick around that long if they’re unclaimed. They go out into the real world and then…we don’t know what happens to them. One or two may come back throughout the year to check in but…” I shake my head. “I am the oldest but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been hunted down before. Every month I go into town I have to face a lot of monsters. You even had your own tussle with one of the sisters. My point is, yes, I’ve outlived most of my friends. Claimed or not we all are hunted.” With those last bitter words we reach the door of his cabin.

[misscrawfords]

As I don't have any other social media atm I have to post this important message here, the least appropriate place to do so, but:

GDBO!!!!!!!

[harrysfolklore]

another year

a/n: hi guys happy new year ! this blurb is inspired by the songs “another year” by finneas and “new year’s day” by taylor ! i really hope you like it <3

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Glitter covered the floor as upbeat music played all over the rooftop you and Harry were currently in, a handful of close friends and family gathered to say goodbye to 2022 and celebrate the upcoming new year.

You had a lot to be grateful for as you took in the last moments of 2022. It was the year that made you realize that love is not something that knocks on your door, it just barges in, and as you reminisced about all the moments you spent with Harry this year, including your first 'I love you', first anniversary and first holidays together, you grew emotional over reading the last page of a wonderful chapter of your life.

However, you were excited for the new year that was about to start, knowing that it'll be filled with moments next to the love of your life. From a stranger's eyes, it would seem like yours and Harry's relationship took off faster than an airplane, but the way you could draw each other with your eyes closed proved that what you had was strong.

Your train of thought was interrupted by two strong arms wrapping around you and a familiar scent that you knew all too well, belonging to the man that made the last 365 days worth it.

"I was looking everywhere for you, thought you'd ran off to find another bloke to kiss when the clock strikes 12." Harry said as he leaned his cheek into yours, making you tilt your head and place a kiss on his jaw.

"I thought about it, but none of the blokes around the area have a bank account as fat as yours." you joked for a moment, feeling his chest vibrate against your back as he let out a small chuckle.

"So that's all you want me for, the couple of dollars I have on my bank account?" he joked back, putting an offended tone on his voice to go with his act.

"That and your fantastic arse." you made him chuckle again and place a couple of sloppy kisses to your check before falling into a comfortable silence for a bit.

You were in a less crowded area of the rooftop your friends rented for the celebration and the loud music that played on the dance floor was just background noise for you, and as you stood wrapped up in your love's arms, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, your only wish for 2023 was to spend every minute with him.

"What's on your mind?" Harry said after spending a couple of more minutes in silence.

"You know, just thinking about how believing that Jesus Christ was born to save us it's an awful lot of pressure for a baby and that's why New Year's is the superior holiday." you shrugged after speaking, making Harry let out a laugh once again.

"You're mental," he began, "Are you drunk already?"

"Nope, I've been having mocktails all night, I'm not in the mood to get hammered." you said as you turned around to have a proper look at him for the first time since he approached you.

He looked absolutely dreamy, cream colored trousers and black button up shirt adorning his body, along with his sparkling green eyes and red tinted lips from the glass of wine he had a few moments prior.

"That's good, saw NyOh barefoot in the lobby with her heels in her purse, she's hammered already and it's not even midnight" it was your turn to let out a small chuckle at the your friend and her way to celebrate the new year.

"Any resolutions for the new year, baby?" Harry spoke again, running his hands through your arms as a way to warm you up a bit, the chilly air kicking in and making goosebumps appear on your skin.

"I don't really believe a resolution's gonna change me," you began, "But I would love to be a bit more open to the though of failing, you know? I just want to be a little less of a perfectionist and let things be a bit messy if they have to be." you shrugged and a smile appeared on Harry's face, he felt proud of your statement.

"What about you, lovie?" you let him pull you into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and feeling his strong ones take over your shoulders.

"Honestly, to have the gorgeous girl around my arms next to me for another 365 days." his statement made your heart melt, your wish was the same as his.

"You're such a sap, you know?" you threw your head back to look at his eyes, the sparkle on them still present.

"And I love you more and more each day, you know?" and without further notice and before you could reply, he crashed his lips to yours, making you savor the aftertaste of wine from his lips, he moved his arms from your shoulders to grab your face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss.

You pulled away after a few more seconds to speak, "Easy there, tiger. You can't shag me before midnight." he rolled his eyes with affection for a second, placing a final peck to your lips.

"I can shag you whenever I please, thank you very much." It was your turn to roll your eyes and lay your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeats softly and feeling his hand caress your hair.

"You know, you take the piss at me for being a sap, but right now I can't find poetic ways to say that I hope this lasts another year" he spoke again, letting his words linger in the air and making your heart melt once again.

"I have no clue of where I'll be next year, but I want to be next to you for as long as you'll have me, lovie." you told him withe the softest voice you had, allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him.

"Who's the sap now, huh? Aren't you just a softie, baby?" he teased you for a minute, kissing the side of your face obnoxiously and tickling your sides a bit.

"Let's gather with the rest, It's time for the countdown." you ignored his remark and grabbed his hand to drag him to where everyone was getting together to count down the seconds before 2023.

Placing yourselves next to Mitch and Sarah, Harry stood behind you with his hands on your shoulders, his tall figure towering over you.

"10..9..8.." Jeff, the host of the night, made everyone chant along with him, excited grin's on everyone's faces as they got eager for the clock to hit midnight.

"5...4...3...2...1! Happy New Year!" everyone around the room erupted in cheers and celebratory claps, Jeff even popping open a bottle of champagne.

Harry's hands on your hips made you turn around to crash your lips into his, and in that moment you knew you wanted to start all of your years this way.

"So, another year?" He breathed out, pressing his forehead against yours and his hands not leaving your face.

"Another year." you promised, and with that your lips were against each other again.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Lost Boys (3/8)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Does anyone know wtf is going on with Tumblr? I've been queuing everything up and then it doesn't work for one reason.

During the walk back, Dwayne and I shared fleeting smooches. However, we finally arrived at the cave, and he reluctantly returned me to my feet. He threw an arm around my shoulder protectively as we entered. Despite my former distaste toward the group, I was relaxed. Dwayne seemed fine. And everyone had their flaws.

The moment we entered the dimly lit cave, I noticed that David was sitting in a chair with Ruby on his lap affectionately. And, on the couch, it was like Paul and Marko never moved. Several bottles of wine was placed on the table, one almost empty. And yet, assuming Ruby had drank all of it, she didn’t see quite as drunk as last night.

No… In fact, she was her normal, giggly self.

“Well, well, well. You two look like you’ve had a grand old time,” Paul greeted, waving curtly.

Dwayne nodded, returning to his normal, silent self. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that David was planting some kisses Ruby’s blissful cheeks, and yet, his predatory gaze was set on me. It’s like he was waiting for something. He pulled me further into the room. Marko sat up and grabbed a wine bottle, taking a quick swig. I shrunk up against Dwayne, who didn’t voice any complaints about my clinginess. There was something serious in the atmosphere.

As Marko lowered the bottle, he raised it in my direction. “Have a swig, why don’t you?”

“Well, seeing as Rube didn’t wake up until seven p.m. today, I’ll pass.”

“Hey!” Ruby exclaimed. “That is irrelevant right now.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure.”

“Maybe it’s because she drank the whole thing,” Marko giggled. “Come on, just have a sip. It’s the best you’ll ever try.”

I was more susceptible this time. That much was plain. Akin to yesterday, they were all watching and waiting for me to just try. I even felt Dwayne boring into me. I glanced over the cave. The decoration was fine. Dwayne had explained the circumstances… And his intentions seemed pure.

“Well, I don’t know…” I trailed off unsurely.

I noticed David whispering into Ruby’s ear. His eyes were still trained on me. I didn’t trust that. However, Dwayne leaned down, massaging my shoulders lightly. “Just a sip, please? It would mean a lot to them. They don’t… mean much harm.”

Ruby hopped off David’s lap and sauntered over to me, tugging me away. “You have to try. At least once. There’s nothing else like it.”

Her dark eyes sparkled and there seemed to be no other motive behind her grinning expression. In fact, she seemed to be her normal self. I found my mouth opening and closing again. I felt embarrassed by my reluctancy. It was just a drink, right?

“I mean, okay. I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

I noticed that even Dwayne pumped his fist into the air. The boys seemed to relish my answer, and a blush rose to my face. There was still something off about all of them, but I didn’t feel nearly as uncomfortable. I allowed Ruby to  drag me over and she eagerly snatched the bottle from Marko’s grasp. The pair were watching me intently, and when Ruby raised the bottle to my lips, I let her pour some into my mouth.

It almost overflowed, but she pulled it away. The liquid swirled in my mouth and I was surprised. I didn’t taste a hint of alcohol. It was almost fruity, and yet there was a hint of salt. It was a combination of flavors that I couldn’t fathom putting together, and yet, it was a pleasant taste.

Addicting, almost.

I felt Dwayne pull up behind me, pressing against my back as one hand wrapped around my waist. Ruby was grinning with that knowing expression that she was right and I was wrong. I almost wanted to take another sip, but my self-control told me to stop.

“Well?”  David finally spoke up.

All eyes went to him and then back to me. David and I maintained eye contact, but there was an unknown emotion that I didn’t like swirling in his bright blue eyes. 

“I mean, it’s okay.”

“‘It’s okay,’ she says,” Paul quipped. “Damn, little lady, you’re hard to please.”

I snorted, retorting,” It’s a drink. I’m not sure what else you want me to say, really.”

Ruby took another swig, sighing dreamily when she finished. “It’s more than a drink, Y/n. David and the other boys told me that it had all sorts of health benefits.”

“It explains why none of you guys are out during the day time,” I sarcastically remarked.

“It’s good for your stomach,” Dwayne mumbled into my ear.

“Is it, now…?”

I turned to face him, but I was left speechless. Something was off. His eyes were sparkling, but more than normal. I blinked, but it didn’t go away. Instead, I found myself becoming more and more blinded. I looked away, and Dwayne tugged me lightly to a bean bag. He hummed quietly to himself as I willingly plopped on top of him.

When I tried searching for Ruby, I found that she had returned to David’s side. Everyone was looking at me. And everyone was sparkling. It was like my vision was swirling with colors I didn’t know existed. I was suddenly so tired and confused, having a difficult time comprehending the moving environment.

“Dwayne?” I muttered, leaning against him. My head fell right beside his, and I felt his nose eagerly nuzzling against my cheek. His arms held me tightly, and yet it felt like everything around me was flying, even though I consciously knew I was sat in a chair.

“Yes, Y/n?”

My eyes flickered up to the cave ceiling. The stalactites were spinning. It’s like they were defending upon us. I kept blinking, and my vision grew progressively blurrier. I was craving something. I was craving more of what was in that bottle. And yet, I had no idea where to find it, because when I looked around the room, all I saw was vague outlines, sparkles, and red.

“Dwayne… Why are the sparkles talking?”

I heard laughter. Everything was swirling into an abyss. It was like my blood was boiling, and yet, I’d never felt so cold. I blinked and kept my eyes shut for the sake of stopping the world around me. When I focused on myself, I could hear my own heart thumping. It was thumping slower… and slower… and slower…

And then it stopped.

My eyes shot open and I gasped loudly. The entire environment had changed. Instead of the cave or my home or the beach, I was on a cliff. No, not a cliff. I looked down and saw nothing but fog. I look beside me, and I’m with Dwayne and his friends. I look behind me and I’m standing on a railway track, a bridge right across an abyss.

I became aware of an arm around my waist. I noticed that I was in the middle of the line. To my left, David was holding onto an equally confused and also scared shitless Ruby. She didn’t like heights. I didn’t either, but here we were, standing near a ledge. To my right was Dwayne, and then Paul, and then Marko. Shivers rolled down my spine as I peered into the foggy abyss.

“I think it’s about time we tell these girls what’s going on, eh?” David spoke up.

“Yeah,” Marko seconded. He removed his hands from his pocket. He suddenly raised his hand and waved. A scream bubbled in my throat as I noticed him raising his foot. But it was Ruby who let to a genuine, gut-wrenching shriek.

Marko suddenly fell completely off. I gasped, about to peer off, but Dwayne held me to him. Paul copied, doing the same thing. And I was absolutely mortified, trying to grab Dwayne as he pulled away. He sent us finger guns and a wink, hopping right off the edge of the wooden boards.

“What the fuck!” I shrieked.

“Come with us, girls.”

Ruby escaped from David’s hold, grabbing me tightly. Tears shimmered in her eyes. She went to tell David to stop, raising an arm toward him, but he did the same. The two of us were left to panic, cursing loudly. I collapsed on my hands and knees and peered through the panel boards. Ruby was quick to copy, but only then did a sense of relief consume me.

All four of them were hanging from metal bars, laughing their asses off. They noticed us. Dwayne sent me a reassuring grin. I didn’t like how confident he was. And what the fuck were they talking about when they said they’d tell us what was going on?

“Are you guys morons?” I shrieked angrily. “Get back up here!”

“Seriously, guys, this isn’t funny,” Ruby seconded, clutching onto me for dear life. She was trembling in my hold.

Dwayne was swinging silently while the rest of them hollered. Some singled me or Ruby out, telling us to join them. But Ruby was stuck in place, and she was on the verge of tears. However, it was David’s demands that really broke through the cheers.

“Ruby, Y/n, come on down!”

My mouth went dry. “Our fucking upper body strength is shit! No way in hell —“

“I swear, if you guys fall —“

“Just try it, Y/n,” Dwayne spoke up.

I was nervous, separating from Ruby and kicking my feet off the ledge. Ruby was looking at me like I was insane for going even that far, and I noticed that she’d shrunk back against a metal pole. I looked over the ledge at them, and I noticed Marko was whistling at me.

Just then, David’s hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me down. A scream tore from my throat and I pawed for any sort of safety. I fell for but a brief moment because one hand made contact with a metal bar. For a moment, I was certain I’d fall to inevitable doom, but I was able to pull both of my arms over the bar.

My legs still dangled over the abyss, and when I looked dup, Ruby’s expression betrayed her terror. She was shaking head to toe and some of her tears dropped onto me. 

“Welcome aboard, Y/n!” Paul exclaimed. “Why don’t you join us, Ruby?”

“How the fuck do I get back up?” I demanded. My legs were suspended and if I slipped for even one moment, I knew I could fall to certain death.

Dwayne, who monkey-barred his way next to me, grinned. “Fun, huh?”

“Are you actually insane, Dwayne? We’re going to fucking die! And what about if a train —…”

“Ready or not! Come on down, Ruby!” David roared.

In the distance, I heard a train horn. Ruby screamed, and despite her fear of heights, kicked her legs off. She ended up catching the bar in time, and the train rattled the boards. Ruby was sobbing at this point, and yet, none of the boys even seemed to care. Even Dwayne, who seemed to be the most sensible one, had a mischievous, deadly glint in his eyes. A few tears slipped down my cheeks, and when Dwayne released one arm and tried wiping it away, I jerked closer to Ruby and sent him a glare.

And yet, as the train passed over, the boys weren’t scared. They were hollering ecstatically. Even Dwayne, with a knowing glint in his eyes, let out a few ecstatic chuckles. 

My grip on the metal bar was beginning to slip, and instead, I was left swinging like the rest of them. My pals were sweaty and I knew they’d only get sweatier. I shut my eyes tightly, wishing that train would pass over sooner.

“Yeah!” Paul’s voice echoed.

Not even a second later, he released completely, falling into the fog. Ruby’s scream over powered mine, and out of shock, one of my arms fell. My grip was loose, and as I tried to regard the bar, Marko dropped, too.

“Take care!” he shouted, leaving my view. 

“What the fuck is going on?” 

Marko shouted at the top of his lungs as he disappeared into the fog. I could still hear him, too. But what scared me is when he went silent.

And then, Dwayne let to a holler. I called out his name, but he was gone. It was like he was never there. And the moment he hit the fog, his voice went silent. All that was left was us three. And David was staring at us keenly. As though we were planning on trying that.

“You’re one of us!” David yelled. “Let go!”

“What?” Ruby cried confusion lacing her features.

“You are one of us, Ruby! You both are!”

He sent us a grin. And silently, he fell. Ruby and I watched din terror before meeting one another’s eyes. We didn’t know what just happened, or if maybe there was ground right underneath us in the fog, but I didn’t plan on finding out. There wasn’t just a bridge situation here for no reason.

“David!” 

All we were met with was silence.

“Y/n, they’re insane!” Ruby sobbed. “What the fuck are we supposed to do?”

My other hand was starting to slip. “Fuck! Ruby! Oh, god!”

The train had finally passed over. I kept looking able for something to grab, but my fingers were barely holding on and my other hand couldn’t reach it. When I looked into the fog, I found that I heard distant yelling. It made me wonder —

A scream escaped my throat as I was forced to let go. I could hear Ruby from above calling out my name, but I was a goner. I became subdued in the clouds, and it was like I was floating, despite how quickly my body was being whipped every which way.

I swung my arms hoping I could fly. And yet, I was falling. Cruel laughter echoed din my ears, and all I could do was shut my eyes, anticipating my almost certain demise.

~~~

I let out a gasp. I almost started flailing right then and there. However, I pushed my body up and examined my environment.

I was in my own bedroom. I was still wearing my cute outfit from last night. The sun was just starting to rise and I almost flinched from the stray rays that escaped through my curtain. I panted furiously and tears threatened to fall, but then I noticed who was also on my bed: Dwayne.

He was still fast asleep somehow, even with how tightly I had pressed my hand into his upper chest. Realization hit me that it was all just some terrible nightmare. I tried to still my beating heart, instead focusing on the gorgeous man beneath me.

His shoes were completely kicked off and he had jeans on, but other than that, he’d discarded his shirt. I admired how sculpted his body was, from every hair on his upper chest to the slightly defined abs on his stomach. It gave me a sense of calmness seeing that it couldn’t have possibly been real.

I let out a final sigh, still wrought with adrenaline, and collapsed onto his bare chest. Just knowing Dwayne was here was a sign that god was good. I wrapped my arm around his waist and placed my head on his chest, his hair tickling my cheek. I rubbed circles on his side my pointer finger.

I was still so very tired. However, I was just as peeved and in awe and scared and - well, you get the idea. My eyes were fluttering shut and I felt Dwayne move beneath me. Both arms wrapped around me and I was on the verge of sleep, despite my previous panic.

He muttered in his sleep, and I found myself humming in reply. It was early. I didn’t have anything to do this early in the day. And if it meant I had more time to spend with such a gorgeous man, I wasn’t complaining.

One hand gently massaged my waist and the other interlocked withy messy hair. I relished the feeling of his soft, frozen skin under my own. And yet, he wasn’t nearly as cold as he was before. It was as though my body temperature was changing to combat his own.

The idea was romantic.

The phone suddenly rang from the hallway. I groaned loudly, wondering who the hell would be calling this early in the morning. It couldn’t be any later than six a.m. I found myself wishing for sleep, and Dwayne’s hold on me only tightened. However, as it continued to ring, I realized that Ruby wasn’t planning on beating me to it.

I pushed my weak body up, forcing Dwayne to release me. His brows furrowed and he frowned, even though he was just as wracked by weariness as I was. I chuckled lowly and swung my legs over his body. My bare feet (Dwayne must’ve taken my shoes off) made contact with the warm floor. 

The phone stopped ringing and I sighed. Dwayne’s arm instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back weakly. He kept on grunting in annoyance, which only made me laugh and wake up further.

“Let go, Dwayne,” I muttered in amusement, lightly tugging on his arm. “It could be my… job…”

He sat up just enough to wrap his other arm around it and pull me back. I squealed quietly as I ended lying back down against his chest uncomfortably, and a giggle bubbled in my throat. I tugged lightly at his hands.

“Sleep,” he muttered.

“I need to… answer the call,” I yawned.

“Too early.”

“Too bad.”

He finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, rubbing my eyes groggily. I went to the hallway and replayed the message. Apparently, my shifts at the video store would be starting from seven p.m. to three a.m. five days a week. The man on the other side of the phone informed me that he was the manager Max.

I sighed. I was an early riser, and the idea of a midnight shift irked me. However, it was summer, so I could make it work.

I placed the phone back on the receiver and went to the bathroom. I looked myself over, noticing that the bags underneath my eyes had vanished. It was the first time in years I physically looked awake. I got ready for my day, brushing my teeth and hair.

When I finished,  I looked myself over one last time. I was hungry. I swear, I’d never been so famished in my life. I usually ate on a schedule, but I’d make an exception for today.

I went downstairs. Ot of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the microwavable meal from a few days ago was uneaten and in the trash. I scowled in annoyance. Maybe there had been a bug in it ,since I knew Ruby wasn’t the type to waste our food.

I pulled out a bowl and filled it with milk and cereal. Afterwards I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the small television against the wall. I hummed in confusion. I knew that the morning news was usually on from six to nine a.m., and yet, when I stopped on the California news station, the small clock on screen read six-twenty-two. Why wasn’t the weather on yet?

I dipped my spoon into my cereal and raised it to my mouth. I chomped down on it, only to be clouded by regret.

Instead of normal flavors, it tasted sour and bitter. My body was physically rejecting the taste. I spit it out instantly and the milk slash cereal combination speed onto my lap. I coughed, and it was like the taste of the cereal physically hurt me. 

I stumbled to my feet, tears stinging my eyes. I returned to the kitchen and ran my mouth out with water. Even the water tasted horrible. I went to the fridge in confusion and pulled out the jug. It sloshed, and the movement of the food made my stomach churn even more.

I checked the expiration date. It was supposed to fine for two more weeks. 

I checked the cereal. It was supposed to be fine for up to four months.

I let out a gasp of pain. My stomach was churning and I accidentally dropped the jug, keeling over in pain. My feet drowned in the spilt milk, and I almost cried over it. However, I had more to worry about. My food wasn’t digesting. I grabbed some shredded cheese from a plastic bag and shoved it in my mouth.

However, I had the same section. I was forced to spit it right out into the sink. I was crying from the sheer pain my stomach was in and I gripped the side of the sink tightly. My knuckles grew paler. I retched, although nothing came out.

A few minutes later, I felt a little better. I looked up, and I became rather shocked as I looked out the small kitchen window in front of me. I was panting furiously. It was almost dark out. And yet, I knew I had to go to a hospital and see what the fuck was in that wine.

I felt oddly weak and thirsty as I snatched my purse. I looked like a mess. I pulled on flip-flops and a coat and I hadn’t even bothered to wipe off my feet or the floor. I unlocked the front door and swung it open.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

I almost screamed when I came face to face with Marko. He was leaning against the doorway with that damned elfish grin, and et there was a cunning, evil glint in his bright eyes. In his free hand he held two bottles of the same wine. I didn’t see Paul around but I could assume that he’d show up eventually.

“To the hospital, asshole,” I spat. “Move.”

His grin faded, but only slightly. “And why don’t you just wait it out and talk about it? Won’t you just invite me inside?”

The wind suddenly started up and leaves flew past the doorway. I almost screamed, but I was paralyzed in shock when I saw two feet levitating in front of my doorway, soon lowering enough to reveal Paul. He had a large smirk on his face, eyes glinting with sadism. The wind stopped. 

My mouth became dry and my jaw dropped. It made me wonder if everything from last night was real. They could fly… but how was I alive? What the fuck was in that wine?

“Hey there, Y/n. Would you mind letting us inside?”

My gun. I needed to get my fucking gun and call the police. I slammed the door right in their face, and I heard their boisterous laughter from outside. I needed to wake up Ruby and - and…

I dashed over to the kitchen and picked out a knife. I went over to the phone and quickly dialed in nine-one-one. It started ringing and then someone picked up.

“Hello?”

[beetsandskzreads]

silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

[uenodivision]

🍀 Happy St. Patrick's Day to Ueno Division!

Here is a question for the three ladies of SC:

Aranai, Shisuta, and Kisouna:

On this day of celebration (which gives you an excuse to get drunk), what is your go-to alcoholic beverage, why do you enjoy it, and how much do you need to consume before you get completely drunk?

"Ha!" Aranai laughs out. "You assume that I need a reason to drink at all. I drink regardless of what day or time it is."

"And it's a wonder that you don't have any DUIs on your record." Kisouna responded, frowning.

"Meh, what can I say? I've been drinking so long that I've become a pro at holding my liquor... which is more than I can say about a certain someone." Aranai said, with a smirk as Kisouna blushed.

"Shut up! We swore never to speak of that night!"

"Ladies, can we please hold off on the arguments for now and kindly answer the question?" Shisuta asked.

"Fine with me. I'll go first!" Aranai answered. "My favorite alcoholic drink would definitely have to be sake, and it has to be chilled! I started drinking that years ago during my Bōsōzoku days, and it has been my favorite one for years."

"Drinking before the legal age... why am I not surprised?" Kisouna asked, shaking her head. Ignoring her, the SC leader continued.

"As for how much I need to drink, usually four or five glasses are what I need to get a good buzz going. But if I really want to get plastered, usually eight or nine are what I need to drink."

"How fascinating..." Kisouna said, still frowning.

"Well, I suppose it's my turn." Shisuta asked, a bit embarrassed. "I generally don't drink much, unless it's a special occasion. When I do drink, I mainly stick to red wine. I can't claim to like other types of drinks since red wine is all I've tried. It's very sweet and tart, but I only stick to one or two glasses since I try to avoid inebriation."

"Meh, I've tried red wine once." Aranai interjected. "Didn't even give me a light buzz. I almost had it mistaken for fruit punch."

"Fruit punch?" Shisuta questioned.

"Yeah, maybe I wasn't drinking it right, but it didn't taste sour or sweet at all. It tasted bland, believe it or not. I thought I wasn't drinking it right or something."

"I, uh, don't think there is a right or wrong way to drink red wine, Aranai." Shisuta explained, sweatdropping.

"Really? Darn, that sucks."

"Okay! Can we please get back on topic?" Kisouna yelled, exasperated.

"As for me, like Shisuta, I also only drink on special occasions. I honestly try to avoid drinking at all, but sometimes, I will relent and partake of a small glass of either champagne or sparkling wine. The alcohol content isn't high, and once you've tried it a few times, it actually isn't bad."

"You must have a low alcohol tolerance then."

"Shut up!" Kisouna yelled, before sighing. "As my wayward companion mentioned, my tolerance for alcohol is... low. That's why I try to limit myself to one or two glasses. Otherwise, I lose myself and wind up doing... things that aren't worth mentioning, and that I'd rather not recall."

"Ha, that's putting it lightly. If you've seen this lady when she's drunk, you'd try your hardest to get her shitfaced too. She's a hell of a lot more fun to be around."

"My purpose on Earth is not to provide you with amusement!"

"This video recording of you says different." Aranai stated, holding up a small video cassette tape with a smirk.

"I thought you said you deleted that!" Kisouna yelled, turning red.

"And you actually believed me?! I thought you were smarter than that, Boss-Lady." Aranai answered, laughing.

"Give me that at once!"

"Never!"

And thus, a comical chase sense ensued between the two members of Sakurai Clan as Shisuta watched her friends with a neutral expression on her face. She sighed as she clasped her hands and closed her eyes, praying.

"Lord, please give me the strength..."

"Hand it over!"

"No way!"

"...To make it through the day, Lord God, and to help me in my journey too..."

"I will have you arrested, Aranai! I swear it!"

"Threats won't do you any good!"

"...And... help me to be..."

"Give it to me!"

"...To be the..."

"Aranai!"

"...Best that you..."

"Hahaha!"

"Would... have... me..."

"ARANAI!!"

"...to..."

"NEVER!!"

"ENOUGH ALREADY!!!"

[matthewfairchildfanclub]

TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

_

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

_

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

_

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

_

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

_

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

_

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

_

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

_

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

_

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

_

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

_

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

_

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

_

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

_

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

_

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

_

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

_

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

_

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

_

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

_

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

_

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

_

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

_

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

_

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

_

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

_

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

_

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

_

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

_

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

_

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

_

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

_

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

_

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

_

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

_

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

_

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

_

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

_

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

_

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

_

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

_

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

_

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

_

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

_

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

_

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

[limenysnocket]

●The Blush Bet●

Pt. IV: The Do-Over

Summary: After finally getting his feelings out in the open, Taika decides that it's right about time that he takes (Y/N) out for a proper date. He calls it a do-over for the last one he took her on.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and quite a bit of car se- I mean, smut.

A/N: Hehehhh, I've had this idea in my head for the longest time. Peak Taika time, you guys. Drunk Taika time... Touchy feely Taika time... a bit of riding Taika time... OH, this is the last part, by the way. I'll stop bothering you with this story. Lol

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You stared at the new dress in the mirror. Pure white, strappless, slits down both legs and a lovely, black belt around the waist. Taika outdid himself this time and, a lot like the bad date he took you on, he didn't tell you much about where you were going or what the night would entail, but you couldn't be any happier than you were now.

You smoothed out the bottom half of the dress and tucked a sweet little hair behind your ear. For once, you were happy to be dressed up by someone else. You couldn't help but be a little nervous, though. You were always so nervous before dates, even if you knew the guy pretty well. You just had a tendency of worrying about tripping over your heels or going to the bathroom then come out with the back of your dress tucked into your underwear. You had nothing to worry about this time, but you still worried.

Your phone suddenly went off and made you jump. You reached for it, a gentle smile on your face as you read the notification.

'I'm outside, darling. Hope you're just as excited as I am! ;)'

You giggle to yourself, tuck your phone in your handbag and take one last look at yourself, as if you thought there was a massive smudge in your makeup that could ruin your night. You put on a smile, fix a little uncomfortable place in your heel, did a little body wiggle and went to your door and opened it.

Your smile got wider. The man of the hour was standing right in front of you, dressed in a navy blue tux and a snow white rose in the breastpocket. His hand was holding yours, the moment he saw you and he brought you closer with just a simple beckoning tug.

"Your boyfriend must have wonderful tastes, because that dress looks absolutely amazing on you," Taika purred with a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Well, my boyfriend is pretty wonderful," you hummed back and softly tugged your hand away so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He set his hands on your waist and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your bottom lip was encased in his and you felt his hands creep away from your waist, to your hips, then to your ass. You had to pull away from the kiss before he could do that, "No, no, sir. We can't do that yet. We still have a date."

Taika only half groaned, but you knew he didn't mind. He must have made one hell of a reservation if it even made him pass up the opportunity for sex.

"Your ride awaits you, madam and sir," you heard someone call from down on the curb and you leaned to look past Taika, who briefly moved to look with you.

"Holy shit-- You brought Robert too?" You smiled and looked up at Taika. He was grinning and biting his bottom lip slightly.

"Just wouldn't be the same without him. I'd miss him if I didn't let him drive tonight," Taika said, taking your hand in his and escorting you down to the curb.

"Good evening, miss!" Robert greeted you with a very bright smile and a tip of his cap.

"Robert, my lanta! You have no idea how great it is to see you!" You smiled right back at him. "Did you ever get together with that one woman you saw outside that restaurant?"

"I actually did," Robert smiled. "Never knew a chap like myself could get a date at my age! I'm actually going out with her, tonight, thanks to Mr. Waititi!"

"Oh, really now?" You cocked a brow and grinned over at your date who was casually and quietly enjoying the banter he wasn't involved in.

"Wanted him to have a little fun too, doll. I was gonna tell you, don't be surprised when we end with a new driver back home tonight," he smiled down at you and nudged you with his hip.

"Well, no time to waste! Your evening awaits you!" Robert bounced on his heels then opened the door. Luckily, it wasn't an old fart limo that you were riding in tonight. It was a sleek, black, luxurious Mercedes that he was taking you in tonight and you were extremely flattered with all the effort Taika was putting in for you. It almost turned you on... almost.

During the ride to the more rich side of town, Taika kept his hand on your thigh and gently rubbed every now and then. You would turn and give him a cheeky little grin and a wink. You knew he wanted a little something before he left for the night.

You expected to pass the big fancy restaurant that he had teased you in front of, but when you ended up parking right in front of it, you nearly got whiplash from how hard your head snapped in Taika's direction. "Pulling the same joke twice isn't funny, Waititi!" You pout, almost and he snickers.

"This isn't a joke! Richard, tell her this isn't a joke, so she'll believe me!" Taika said, almost in an exasperated tone.

Richard turned the car off and in a very merry voice he said, "It's not a joke, miss! He even showed me his online ticket to prove he had a reservation this time!"

You're face was expressionless for a very long while. It was like Ross whenever he found out he was the father of Rachel's baby.

"You promise this isn't a fib?" You ask the man next to you, quietly. Your lip was softly quivering.

"I have no reason to lie to you anymore," he said back with a very warm gaze and a matching smile. His fingers interlocked with yours and he brought it up to kiss the back of your hand again. Gosh, you loved it when he did that.

Richard eventually got the two of you out of the car, and you waved goodbye to him, side you wouldn't be seeing him after dinner. He told you that his date was waiting for him down the street, then waved you off as well to have your pleasant evening and pleasant dinner with Taika in the most expensive restaurant in the entirety of L.A.

You could practically smell the money on the people around you while they stuffed themselves fat on cash salads.

"I swear, if they end up taking us down to a sub-basement or something for people who want to think their eating rich, I'm going to flip my shit," you said teasingly while you secretly looked around at the sparkling chandeliers with much awe and admiration.

"I don't even think this place has a sub-basement, so you're in luck!" Taika laughed as he pulled you along, up to a waiter where he flashed him the reservation on his phone. The waiter, dressed in a deep red vest and black slacks, nodded at the confirmation, grabbed two menus then escorted you to your table, which just so happened to be on the second floor. Lucky you, you got to go through the little archway leading to the stairs, gayly dressed in evergreen leaves and electric lights.

As you sat down at your seat, you took the time to admire the place even more. The food made your stomach growl, the lighting cast upon Taika's face made your heart flutter and you were dressed ever so perfectly. Wow... just a week ago, you could have never imagined Taika doing something so lavish for you. Now, it felt like every act of kindness he did for you was a gift from the king, himself.

"Enjoying the scenery, darling?" You heard Taika say from across the table and it caught your attention in a flash.

"How can I not be?" You said, giving him a warm, wide smile. It made him melt, you could tell. The look he had made it easy to spot that he was falling deeper in love with you, right before your very eyes. He reached over for your hand and once he had it, he caressed it with his thumb. He continued to hold it while he spoke to you, all the way up until the scheduled bottle of wine arrived and the waiter was back to take your order...

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"I don't know about you, but that sirloin certainly stuffed me," Taika giggled at his own alliteration and you laughed along too, as he guided you back down the lavish stairs and back out the arch. Your arm was hooked around his, and while you both made your way out the building, you talked about whimsical story ideas that both of you brewed up together and wouldn't probably pull through with, but it was still so much fun to see what stirred within your collided imaginations. The real reason you were hanging off of each other is, because both of you happened to be quite wine drunk at the moment, and didn't care enough to notice.

You both reached the curb and were still bubbling away, since the Mercedes was running a tad slow, but all was well.

It eventually fell quiet between you two and your just stared into each other's eyes, exasperated with how much you both just shared with each other and taking a few moments to look back at the story you created. It was a mixture of feelings, jotting out in random directions, rough around the edges, but soft as an angel's wings. You couldn't be happier with it.

"Before we start taking notes," you said, laughing and tucking a stray strand if hair behind your ear, "I just want to say... I think this is the best date I've ever had. No, I'm not trying to inflate your ego, but... You deserve it this time. I'm proud of you, Tai, as weird as it is." You giggle at your own speech and lean in to kiss his forehead. Instead of his forehead, however, you come in contact with his lips instead, by his own devices.

He kissed you wantonly and almost needingly. You willingly fell prey to the kiss and slipped into a coma-like state where his lips were the only thing you needed to keep living. When you two parted, you panted and blushed immensely. You could taste the wine on his lips. You both had quite a few glasses, you'll admit...

His cheeks were a salmon color and his eyes were now glossed over, lips the lightly stained with your lipstick. You found yourself blushing even more at the sight. "So," you said with a hiccup resonating in your chest, "my place or yours?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I don't think we're even going to make it to either of those places," he smirked down at you and bit his lip. You gulped, because the sleek Mercedes pulled up right next to the two of you and a brand new driver hopped out and opened the door.

Taika pressed a feather light hand on your back and guided you into the backseat of the car. You could have sworn you felt his hand hovering over your ass at some point in time.

Once the two of you were in the car and the door was shut, it was all dark and very quiet, except for the slow breathing of you and the other two people in the car and the quiet radio, turned to an oldies station.

Your heart rate seemed to increase. You felt Taika's hand slither over to the slit in the leg of your dress and he quietly felt around it, until he slipped his hand completely under it. You said nothing, but you couldn't help but reach for his sleeve, encouraging him on. If this was going to happen, you needed to remain quiet.

He teased you for the longest time as the car creeped through slow traffic. He didn't start getting down on you until you had reached the first stoplight of what you might say be fourteen or so on.

His fingers teased your clit through your damp panties and he rubbed the cloth in slow circles. You had to bury your face into his arm to stop yourself from begging him for more. He suddenly nipped the shell of your ear to make your breath hitch and he chuckled, "Such a good girl~, being all quiet for daddy~." His other hand has now joined the games and started to grip and massage your warm thigh.

Taika continued to drive you insane by teasing the hem of your panties, not knowing if he should mess with the real thing or not. He wanted to be patient, Taika did... but Drunk-Taika was never a man of patience, as far as Taika, himself, knew.

You were so close to moaning, biting down on Taika's sleeve, whenever he suddenly yanked both of his hands away from you, leaving you a horny mess, beside him. You looked up at him in the dark, confused and a little upset, but he said nothing and waited until the next stoplight.

The car peeled into a stop, slowly, behind other cars. Taika made quick work of unbuckling both your and his seatbelts. Now, you were curious.

Taika dug around in his wallet for a moment, pulled out a couple hundreds and leaned forward so his head poked up right beside the driver, who was startled by the encounter. "I'm going to pay you a very big tip," Taika said to the driver in a very low, husky voice, "and you're going to let me fuck my girlfriend in the back seat. How does that sound?" Taika waved the large sum of cash in front of the man's face. You heard the driver gulp, then you saw him nod through the faint blackness.

"Good man," Taika chuckled deeply and set the cash down in the cup holder. "If I catch you looking back, it's getting taken away." Taika warned him, but didn't warn you as he sat back down and grabbed you by the hips as the car started to move again. He sat you on his lap and he nearly ripped the zipper on the back of your dress down, then tore the entire thing off of you.

"Told you we wouldn't make it~," Taika growled seductively and it made your walls really start to soak as he licked his chops like a feral dog, right in front of you.

"T-Taika~," you breathed softly by his ear, so he would be the only one to hear it.

"Always so shy in the beginning," Taika sighed and, yet again, without another warning, he smacked your ass, making you yelp. "What's the name I go by, when we fuck, doll~? I want to hear you say it."

"D-Daddy~," you moaned a little louder this time, so you didn't have to whisper.

"Good girl~," Taika smirked within the darkness. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and this kiss was much more feral than the last one you received from him. He bit your bottom lip and tugged at it, his nails scraped across your thighs and he shoved his tongue down your throat. He was holding nothing back with you and it made you desperately moan. It was surprising that even the driver wasn't leapfrogging the car all over the place and was managing to keep his cool amidst the sinful sounds you made with only your mouth.

You felt Taika's hand creep up your thigh and to the hem of your panties again. Instead of just tugging them down, he decided to be slow and push them down, all the while feeling up the newly revealed skin.

His lips departed from yours, so you could breathe and also so he could start leaving deep hickeys all across your skin. "You're daddy's little slut, aren't you~? You and that soaked pussy, all just for me~?" He growled and bit harder, causing you to moan out and shake. Upon getting no real response, he grunted and slapped your ass again with his rough palm. "You better answer me, babe~. Otherwise, this can go on all night long~."

You gulped and finally found enough consciousness to nod. "Yes, daddy~," you moaned and you could practically feel the driver shuddering in the front seat.

Taika's strong erection poked at your thigh and he bucked against it from time to time. "Wanna go for a ride baby~?" He purrs to you, against your ear once more once your panties are all the way off and his other hand occupies itself with unclipping your strapless bra, just so he can see your breasts bounce whenever you start your ride.

You nod eagerly and quickly go after his belt, the drool only making your neediness all the more crystal clear. He lets you do your thing, smirking and watching you as you go after his cock like a wild animal. You eventually get his pants down low enough to where his cock springs free and you manage to tear off his suit jacket and tie in the process.

He gripped onto your hips and started guiding you down to his tip whenever the case came to another stop.

"W-We're here, sir..." the man mumbled from the frontseat, quivering, worried about what he just interrupted. Your turned your head to see that the car was now pulled into Taika's driveway. You were disappointed for a moment and a moment only, until Taika grabbed your chin and forced it to face him so you were making intense eye contact with him again.

"Drive." Taika said, his eyes still locked onto yours.

"What?" The man said, nearly forgetting his oath to not turn around and see the scene playing out in the backseat.

"Drive. Around the block or some shit... this won't take me long," Taika growled again, this time harsher. Your throbbing cunt was waiting for him, so you didn't mind. The driver took a moment to register everything before nodding and getting back out on the road again.

The moment the car started to move, Taika's grip intensified, then, he no longer hesitated to let you hover. He full fledged slammed you down on him and you let out your most sinful moan yet of his nickname.

"Yeah~. You like bouncing on daddy's cock, don't you~?" He growled and made you start moving, just to get you going. Once you were at a pace both you and him liked, he slipped his hands from your hips and to your ass, sinking his nails into the soft flesh while the two of you made love in the back of the car. He slapped your ass a couple times. Sometimes, to the point where it was almost beat red. It may have been, if you could see the color through all of the inky blackness surrounding the two of you.

"Fuck~, you're a fucking goddess~," Taika hissed through bared teeth, "Such a tight pussy~. God fucking damn it~."

His sultry moans started to match yours as time passed by and by. Loud, wet slaps of skin on skin and the sounds of your dirty panting filled the car with nothing but disgusting nature. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you were almost positive the back half of the car started to rock beneath the intense amount of force.

"Taika~ You're cock is so fucking perfect~. Fuck~!" You cried out, burying your face in his neck, only to be tugged away by a tough grip on your hair. You hissed, but you went quiet as you looked into Taika's brown eyes that stared into your soul, that dominated you, that owned you and that tight little pussy of yours. All of it was his and he was about to make it cum.

"T-Taika~. I don't know how much longer I can hold~," you moan in his ear as your bouncing becomes a little desperate and a lot rougher, to the point where Taika puts his hands back on your hips to control the wavering speed.

"Beg for it~," Taika said lowly. You could tell he was close too, by the familiar pattern it he pulsation of his cock.

"Please, daddy~. I want this, I need this~. Please, let me cum all over your fucking perfect cock~," you begged him with whatever strength you had left in your body.

"Cum for me," Taika said after a long overdue stare at your bouncing breasts, "do it right fucking now~."

His command was fulfilled in the next few seconds. He felt your juices squirt all down your thighs and a little dribbled onto his pants, but that was alright. He didn't mind one bit.

Now, it was his turn to make his thrusts turn reckless and violent. He shoved himself up into you, panting and moaning your name while he got you over the hills of your scream-filled orgasm. "Where do you want me to cum, doll~?" He growled during the last remaining seconds of his powerful fucking.

"In me~," You begged, wanting to feel him fill you up like the slut you are this time, and you were glad to see that he was happy to oblige. The next thing you knew, you felt strings of hot seed filling your walls and painting you white. That whiteness seeped down your thighs and dripped onto the car seat. The hot stink of sex filled the car and it got to the point where the driver cracked a window, once you two were finished.

Hot damn... you're going to have to make bets with Taika more often...

[storydays]

Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins p1

The elven king, Xaius stands on the parapet of a great citadel overlooking a massive, smoldering battlefield. "Archers! Fire on my signal! Catapults! Hold for the next wave!" He turned to give an order, when a hideous creature, a gargoyle made of twisting shadow, swoops in toward him.  Xaius reaches for his sword,as a blast of light catches the gargoyle in the side, blowing it into nothingness. The king turned to see his second-in-command, the battle mage Ellara, approaching with a gentle smile. "It looked like you needed a hand, my love" "I had it handled. What's your status?" Xaius asked. 

"The Shadow forces are many, but they're weak. Our front lines are driving them back. " The elvlen woman smiled wearily. "I-I can't believe it..but we might actually win this th--" She gasped hearing a thunderous roar in the distance. "Gods above...it's the DreadLord! Those madmen actually summoned the DreadLord." Xaius gasped, but looked down to see Ellara's gentle but firm grip. "My love, what do we do?" She whispered.  Xaius turned to her, eyes sparkling, his face hard and stoic. "We fight. We die.  And we pray that some day, a hero will rise to avenge us..someday." 

*Two thousand years later*

In a quaint little tavern in the town of Riverbend, a grinning pair of brothers downed their drinks, as the younger continued telling one of his favorite stories."So what happened next?" chuckled a 21 year old Ezra. His white hair had now grown down to his bottom but he kept it in a braid that hung around his shoulder, bangs brushed to the left side of his face, covering his birthmark, but allowed his gold eyes to peek out. He set down his mug of wine, and locked eyes with his brother across the table.

"The Dreadlord strode down the battlefield, boom,boom BOOM! And then--" His brother was cut off by the grumpy bartender. "We've been hearing this story for years, Kade. The Dreadlord attacked and destroyed the great elven empire." He stated, wiping down a nearby table. Kade scoffed. "Well, yeah, that's the short version....but you don't have the flair for storytelling that I do." Kade crossed his arms and pouted like a child, instead of the 16 year old he was. 

Ezra leaned back in his seat, and looked around. They were sitting at their favorite table in the Dancing Pig Tavern, listening to his brother tell another story. 'It's crazy to think that 10 years ago, we were watching over Kade through his sickness...now he's here telling tall tales like those books he likes to read.'  Kade and Ezra weren't only brothers, but they were also best friends. Kade was well known through Riverbend but not everyone was as easily amused as the elf was. Kade blended in well with the humans, with his short brown hair, bright green eyes, and freckles splashed across his face, while Ezra stuck out like a sore thumb. 

Ezra tuned back into the conversation to hear: "I don't care how well you spin your tales! You still need to pay for your drink." The bartender gruffed at the smaller human. "Barkeep, you wound me." Kade huffed, his mood darkening slightly. Chuckling, Ezra paid his half of the tab and gave the younger a look. "Pay up, Kade. Mother taught us better than that." He stated seriously. "You too, Ezra? I swear, no one in this town appreciates the value of a good tale! Fine, I'll pay. But we're not coming back here!" Kade cried dramatically. 

"Yes we are." Ezra and the bartender laughed louder when Kade added at the end, "Well, not tonight at least!" Ezra downed his wine and Kade finished his soda, before paying his side of the tab, and the two left the bar for the night. Ezra looked around their humble village before letting out a long sigh. "Another night in Riverbend. Same as any other." He mumbled gloomily. "That's not true. Some nights I manage to get us free drinks." Ezra barked a laugh before shoving his brother playfully, unable to stay gloomy around his brother. 

"You know what I'm--" Ezra's sentence was cut off when he bumped into a tall human heading towards the outskirts of the village. "Hey, watch it!" "Ugh, sorry 'bout that."  Ezra stepped back, eyeing the person in front of him. He was a rugged looking man with tanned skin,wavy shoulder length brown hair, glowering brown eyes, and he had a scar on his left eyebrow. He was wearing a cream long sleeved shirt, shoulder guards, wrist gauntlets, green cargo like pants, with a dagger on his left hip. 

"Who're you?"Ezra asked, while the man retorted, " None of your business, that's who." Two people that the elf did recognize followed the handsome man. Town Constable Angus and his tough as nails apprentice Grenn. "This here's Mal Volari, from Whitetower." The elder man  explained. "He's a world-famous adventurer!" Grenn grinned. "Wait, really?" Kade asked shocked. "Well..I wouldn't say world famous, more like continent-famous really." Mal snickered to himself. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you." Ezra said, minding his manners. His poor mother would be rolling in her grave if he didn't at least pretend to be nice. "Yeah, great, nice to meet you too. Now if you don't mind, we've got some important business to get to..." Mal was interrupted by Kade, "Adventurer business? Around here?" "Mal's got a lead on a powerful ancient artifact in the elven ruins to the south! If we can get it, it'll sell for a fortune!" Grenn said excitedly. "Damn the Gods, Grenn, keep it down!" Hissed Angus, "You want everyone in this town to hear about it?" "No need to be so nasty about it." Ezra mumbled, noticing Mal's raised eyebrow at him. 

"You mean...to the north, right? There's no ruins to the south." Kade corrected.  Mal shoots Angus a glare and the man shrugs. "Y-Yes! To the north! That's what she meant!" He fumbled over his words. "Hang on...there's a powerful ancient relic somewhere around here? And you're going to get it?" Ezra spoke up, excitement coloring his voice. "I got a tip, okay? A good one. From someone willing to pay a whole lot of gold. Angus and Grenn here, they're going to help me claim it. Now if you don't mind..." Mal made to leave again when Ezra gasped the man's arm, and stated, "We'd like to come along." "E-Ezra!" Kade gaped. 

"What? It's the chance of a lifetime." Gold eyes playfully sparkle at his brother's expression. Mal eyed the elf before letting out a weary sigh. "No can do. This is dangerous ancient crypt business. I can't have some rookie along bumbling things up." The human noted how the elf stiffened, and prepare himself for an argument.

"I'm not a rookie." glared Ezra. "Really? Ever pried a jewel from the hands of a cursed skeleton, knowing one wrong move would bring the whole room down on your head?" Mal challenged, making Ezra falter. "I mean, not technically.." He deflated. "Ever stabbed a snarling croctopus through the eye on the deck of a burning ship?" Mal continued. "I don't..know what that is." admitted Ezra. "How about this? You ever killed a man? You ever been in a real fight?" Ezra hesitated. ""Yes, I have to both of those." He said darkly, sending chills down everyone's back. "That's what I thought. I like your hustle, I really do. But I don't have time for some kit who's still wet behind the ears." " 'Kit?' " wondered the elf. 

"It's a term for new adventurers..you know, like an apprentice?" Kade whispered." "See? You don't even know the terms. Which means you've got a long way ahead of you. Get out there, have some adventures of your own, learn some skills. Then come find me, we'll talk." Mal walked off towards the village gate, Angus laughing as he followed, Grenn sending her old friend a sad look. "Sorry, Ezra." "Well, that was a thing that happened." Kade laughed nervously at Ezra's silent fuming.  "He's wrong. I could've done it. I'm the one who taught Grenn to be the adventurer she is today! Angus is an old drunk ass who can barely stay on his feet half the time! 'Learn some skills' I've got plenty of skills!"

The duo began walking again, when Kade asked aloud, "Like..what?" "Well Father taught us to fight bare hand, and I've learned some things about wielding a sword from my travels with Mother. I'm not useless." Ezra ran a finger over the silver ring on his left ring finger in habit. "That Mal guy really got under your skin, didn't he?" astonished the green eyed brother. "I don't know, I suppose I'm just jealous. I want to go on grand adventures and explore." He sighed dreamily. "And get fabulously rich." Kade grinned, Ezra matching him. "That too." 

"Aw, don't be hard on Riverbend. This town's been good to us! Not every human village would take such care of a couple of kids like us." 'Or would allow an elf to stay without being treated horribly.' went unsaid between the two. "I know, Kade! And it'll always be my home. I just...want to experience something more. It's not like a great adventure is just going to drop into my lap." Ezra huffed, brushing his bangs to the side again. Green eyes watch his older brother for a moment before clapping his shoulder. "Well, don't worry, brother. We'll experience it all together. " Ezra chuckled softly. "I can always count on you, Kade."

"But for now, all we've got is Riverbend. So, where do you want to start tonight?" Ezra grinned, "Let's head to the night market." "Uh, did you miss the part about having little coin?" Kade raised a eyebrow. "And you think I'm going to let that stop me? Come now, brother, you know me better than that." 

The brothers weaved their way through the  bustling night market, listening to vendors call out what was for sale: Fruits, meats, silks from the capital, and fish from the shore. An elderly food vendor turned and shook her head at the boys with a warm smile. "Well, well. If it isn't my two favorite customers. Two copper pieces will get you the finest pears we have." "Watch this." Ezra mumbled to Kade, before confidently walking towards the vendor, with a sly grin.

"My dear vendor, we don't have any coin..but is coin what really matters in this world?" "Excuse me?" The vendor chuckled, used to the young man's antics. "Love...passion...a moment of intimacy. Why, what is coin compared to that? Surely a beauty like you can understand." The white haired elf purred, his voice smooth like silk, eyes aglow. The woman barked a laugh at Ezra. "You are an absolute rascal, you know that? Now take these and get out of here boys." Laughing, she handed him two fresh pears, as he winked his thanks. 

Ezra bit into his as Kade stared at his back with wide eyes. "How? How did that possibly work?" He raced to catch up with Ezra. "What can I say? I'm the best flirt in Riverbend." His brother laughed before finally eating his pear, walking to the town square when he spoke up again. 

"You see? Riverbend isn't so bad. They've taken good care of us." "You're right. I just wish--" "HELP! Please HELP!" A shout echoed through the air. The duo turned to see a young woman in priestess's robes ran into the town square, before grabbing into Ezra, gripping his arms to keep herself from falling,Ezra eyes her. 

She had long red hair the fell down to her armpits in ringlets, some strands falling into her face, framing her light brown eyes. She was wearing light pink robes, with a silver and violet necklace on her neck. "You need to help me! Please!" She begged. "Whoa there, what's wrong?" Ezra asked. The woman straightened herself out, standing tall. But Ezra could see behind her disciplined posture, was a hint of fear. 

"I am Nia Ellarious, a priestess of the Light. My mentor and I are on a pilgrimage...but we were attacked by an owlbear on the road! I managed to escape while he distracted the beast. But he needs help! Now!" "Have no fear, young priestess..we are brave adventures." "Really?" Kade snorted at his brother's antics. "Shh! Don't mess this up!" hissed Ezra as Nia smiled in relief. "Thank you so much! Please, hurry now. He's just down the road." She began rushing off as Ezra and Kade shared a hesitant look before running after the ginger, but not before Ezra grabbed his sword on the way, strapping it to his left hip. 

"Let's go."

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Ok this was supposed to be a quick draw and a description to go with, that blew into a full chapter and now it's also on Ao3 SO happy reading ig idk

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

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Take that can away if you can.

Gulp it down. Chapter 1/2/3/4

There's a few to-know to survive life in society, in the valley; there's no good way to comment on the age nor weight of both resident housewives, you can't say no to Evelyn's homemade cookies- and why would you, you fool-, you do not fight at the Saloon or you'll get no cheese anymore on your pizza and only sparkling water for drinks, and-

And you don't mess with Shane's alcohol related ritual.

Except I did, that night, because you do that, when your two-years long friendship with the guy taught you better than letting his impulses overcome yours, when your buddy is trying to recover from teenage long-lasting into early adulthood, trauma-enhanced heavy addiction, and you know, you know tomorrow he'll feel like absolute shit and question his right to therapy the moment he'll stop his pounding skull from splitting. Wonders what a three-dosage paracetamol can do. 

At least he doesn't drink it out anymore.

So yeah, when you're in my shoes, you get that Joja store-bought crap out of Shane's hand, and you brace yourself for the incoming lash out.

The first fractions of seconds are always those to look closely into most. It's only a glimpse, but before the scowl slips on like a well-worn boxing glove ready to strike, there is always this open page I learned I needed to decipher as quick as I could.

Tonight, it's heartbreaking. When I peck his forehead- doting big sibling habits die hard, even when you're actually the youngest of the pair- the eyes I catch looking at me are so confused and bare of any emotion, except for the sorrow that goes beer-soaked tears, it pangs. I get used to the breakdowns, working in the fields I do when I'm off the farm's, but it's not the same when it's a friend.

When I straighten back, offensive beverage in hand, it's already gone in a flinch, away from the empty space behind the chair and onto the table, as he snarls.

"Wha- giv'me back- 's mine!" I don't know how much he drunk before he met up with me, but from the slurring, it's a Lot. A season and a half into sobriety. That's harsh.

I ignore him and walk behind him, pondering where to put the beer for now.

"Y-you can't just do that! It's my booze I got with m'money, not some- who d'you think you are?-" He sputters indignantly, angry tears fewer than the sad ones but still there. He tries to turn around and grab behind his back, but the wild movement is way off and only gets the chair to nearly topples down. I rush in time to stabilize it, and profit off the moment to set a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I can just do that, 'cus it's my house I got with my money, and I think I'm your pal who knows when you've had enough. Dude, I trust you to be an adult, but minutes before, you were already so torched I had to keep your neck upright so you didn't faceplant into the table, and you nearly just kissed my floor good evening. Not to mention you clung to my arms the whole way from the little entry stairs to the kitchen because, quoting, 'If I don't I'll fall in the hole and won't get up'."

I turn to the fridge again, going to open it, before I think better of it. Likely enough, we'll both forget it was there in the first place, it'll stink up my fridge- it's Joja's- and it'll be money out of Shane's pocket for nothing. I set it on the counter, with the rest of the pack. He'll put it to cool down when he's back to Marnie's. Or he won't, probably. 

That's not a worry for now.

When I caught up with him, it was a few feet below my doorstep; he'd probably slipped up trying to climb the three steps up to it, and settled for it. He was nursing that same can, muttering to himself, head down, curled up on himself. Except for that leg sticked out, he probably hurt it when he fell, I'll have to look at that and work on it if it's too swollen. Hopefully that'll spare us from a visit to Harvey's.

Bad memories. Not mine, and it's warm and not raining outside, but. Déjà-vu.

Anyways, he looked the picture of "help I've fallen and I can't get up- and even if I can I won't because Fuck You", and it's been a hassle to have him cooperate. But when I asked if he wanted to leave, he shook his head with a fervor no somnolent drunk should have. That resulted in a lovely streak of vomit down the wall right next to the door. That's also for later. If Eryza doesn't lap it up. Ew. This cat's never predictable.

Now, he's staring at his hands, sitting at my table, contemplating something too far down for me to see- or maybe just zoning out with a sleeping brain. Then he mumbles. "Sorry."

I get back to the table and sit at arm's length across of him. "Nah, 's okay. I don't mind being a helping hand or touchy-feely, must be the frog-eater in me. Not for the helping part." I'd chuckle but my quip falls on deaf ears.

I go to put my hand over his. When he doesn't blink at it, I try and shake a reply out of him, gently. He startles and hawkeyes our joined fingers. When he's finally looking at me, I raise a single eyebrow. He doesn't say anything, but when he pulls back his arm, I let him. We both straighten up, and it's hard to keep up the eye contact.

"So…" There's a heavy air on us. Suddenly, like the last year didn't happen, we're sitting a stride away of each other, and yet it feels like he's all the way back to the forest, looking down at waves.

"Do you want me to do something?" I bend myself a little closer to him, not moving otherwise.

He puts his head in his hands, shivering. Can't tell if it's the AC or his system kicking the alcohol out, or itself, in stress. I think I hear something, but it might as just be his shuddering breath.

"Shane" I insist, voice level, not pressing. "I need words. I want to help, I truly don't mind, but I need words to know what to do." He's never shown signs of going nonverbal before. If he does, I'll improvise. Until then… I need words.

Time ticks slowly as we wait. Then, with great effort and deep fatigue, he drags his palms up from under his nose to his temple, spreading some snot and wet tears across his face from his scrunched shut eyes. Lips trembling but finally showing, that attempt to let out a sound that's not too garbled. He coughs, sniffles a bit, breathe in again, sounding like a sick dog, and blows through gritted teeth before his jaws go slack. Eyes still closed, he whispers, and I have to lower myself some more toward his crouched form to catch it.

"Can I get something to drink…?" His voice is hoarse.

The demand could be comical, if we were into sour humor. And we usually are. But right now, we're not finding the joke in the lines. I stand silently, and as I walk to the fridge again, I let my hand brush his shoulder- same spot as before.

I take a minute to choose, look into the pantry. When I'm back at the table with my items of choice, he's still sitting there, his cheek is cushioned on his arms, face hidden from view. His shoulder, except for the occasional tremor, rise and fall in rythm with his snores. Breaks my heart to interrupt that, but not really. Hangovers are mean bitches with the sharpest nail art on the blackest of boards.

"Psst, dude. C'mon." I rustle his hair backward. He hates when I do that, says it tickles, and it makes him sneeze. So I obligatory do it once a day if I can. Let's say today's my late quota for the last four days I haven't seen him.

He gruffly tells me to kindly refrain from such pleasantries, and raise bleary eyes back up at the table. I can also guess he tried to bat a hand at me, but his coordination is off and he slaps himself lightly on the ear. Then he glares bewildered at his hand for a few seconds, obviously insulted. I profit of this moment to grab a small basin from under the sink, on second thought.

When he brings his attention back to me, I'm sitting again. Between us, a jug of fresh milk from this morning, a small sack of peppers, and a juice carafe sit aside a green glass bottle. There's also some bread, mostly for me to munch on. Because, hmmm dough. He squints at it all, especially at the bottle. Probably trying to read the label.

"Yeah no, didn't get you one of my best wine, not sorry."

"Hot pepper… juice?" He looks at the actual peppers next to it. "With actual peppers?" And then I get the squint too.

"Hmph, I know you like your elongated hell tomatoes, man, what can i say."

At that, a feeble snort.

I decide that it is the highlight victory of my soirée.

"Welp, have at it." I gesture to the half-liter liquor glass right by his left.

He fumbles with the drinks and some splashes around, but I lay back on my chair, arms crossed, letting him do his thing. While I don't hold back from growing downright doting on him when I got to- or even when I don't- I don't see how more devotion right now would be not smothering. He can break my fancy glass cups if he wants and spill my milk, so long he doesn't cut himself or cry over it.

Now, you could be thinking that plain water would have done the trick just fine, if not better, in rehydrating him. Here's the thing, though; going from booze to tasteless liquid, for Shane, that's a sure way to puking his heart out. And I'd rather not have us deal with an acid bile throat burn on top of near alcohol poisoning. Sorry to not spare you the squeamish details, but his oesophagus is pretty sensitive ever since that stomach pumping back at the clinic. Hot fiery hell fruits he can do just fine, with relative moderation and hydratation- hence the milk and juice- but liquor bursting its way back from his guts? Nuh uh. 

It had taken lots of coaxing, but he'd explained the plain tastes, or lackthereof, were very hard for him to deal with, especially when contrasting with strong ones like beers and whiskeys. I'd shackle it to gustative hypostimulation, but I don't know enough about him that way to say. He'd said sparkling water was a good compromise.

But I don't have sparkling water, because I do not like suffering.

I might buy a pack for when he visits though.

And I do know a handful about him already. Shackle that to perceptiveness and a stubborn streak on top of a year and so long camaraderie.

And having a certain uncontrollable fear of failing to act quick the next time coped with by accumulating information and patterns compulsively.

I shake my head to focus on the present again. He's switched from juices to soaking bread in milk to eat it small portion after small portion. He pauses in mid-bite when he catches me staring. He's still hunched on himself and red-faced and a tad bloated. His cheeks are drying and he's blown his nose. I smile calmly. Worst of the storm passed, unless I screw up and blow it.

"Ywou wan' chom'?" He offers a dripping piece of bread. In moments like this, when he's sobering but not quite, the resemblance with Jas are unmistakable. The glint in his reddened eyes that open wide, and his blank-but-not-quite wondering expression, it's all here to paint a scrutinizing but vulnerable picture of tired but bright minds.

"Nah thanks. You done with that milk?"

"...Sure." He eyes it, wary. He knows where this is going, and he doesn't like it. I take the drink off the table, and his gaze follows my movement until I bring it to my lips.

He frowns. A silent warning. 

And as I lock onto him with a dead stare, not blinking a millisecond, I down the rest of the 2 liters jug in three, five gulps. I even take the time to lick my new mustache away, and close my mouth with a click of my tongue.

His expression is the macabre marriage of beffudled horror and pure affliction, disgust if you will. The face of someone who doesn't hate milk, but has grown out of it enough to not be able to live off the stuff like the brave souls I'm apart of. And probably with reason, as I actually can't, like most 20+ years old, digest the liquid in large amount. But I smile like a smug cat, perfectly content.

Cats really can't digest milk once adults, it's all social mythos.

We silently judge and fuck with each other like that for a while more, as more time passes, until the room's elephant gets it all humid with its prancing around. Enough that tears and nervous sweats start again, for no apparent reasons but the residual anxiety from the whole chain of events that led to this.

"I think we should talk about this."

--- to be continued.