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A Burger Pairing with Mayhem Wines Cabernet Merlot 2022 on a Hot Summer Day

A Burger Pairing with @MayhemWines #Cabernet #Merlot 2022 on a Hot #Summer Day. @buybc @bcwine #bcwine #winelover #sommelier #okanagan

It’s hot! Darn out outside.  No time to spend cooking inside.  Time for the BBQ.  I was thinking of grilling some prime rib beef burgers I recently purchased and enjoyed them with BC’s Mayhem Wines Cabernet Merlot 2022.  Let me tell you about the wine and then the pairing. My Wine Tasting Notes Mayhem Wines Cabernet Merlot 2022 (BC $24.44) This wine is a blend of 92% Merlot and 8% Cabernet Franc…

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[sxyphen]

little playlist for my td mutant au. Thinking of a name for it. Wish me luck.

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Run | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: you are walking home alone at night. someone is following you. Read more of the Butter's Meadio-cre Mayhem (the Spooky Season collection) here

warnings: a little darker than what i usually write

wc: 2.5k words

The evening air was crisp, lingering sounds of the city winding down for the night. Street lights flickered as you and the girls stepped out of the restaurant. You were all slightly tipsy, bellies full of authentic Italian pasta and vintage French wine. Being a good friend, you waited with them for their uber to come pick them up. Your flat was only a short walk away from the restaurant, so after exchanging goodbyes and making promises to meet up again soon, you watched as they got driven away until the taillights were merely specs of light blinking in the distance.

The night was cool, and the city streets felt empty, save for the occasional hum of a passing car. You always enjoyed walking home after a good meal, and London at night time was usually good company. It was serene, and peaceful. Such a contrast to the hustle and bustle of the usual mornings. You didn’t have to worry about tourists who walked too slow, or mothers and their massive pushchairs taking over the entire pavement. 

You passed through the park, a quick shortcut, passing by a few people with tired, weary faces probably on their way home from work. Soon enough you reach the rows of residential streets, so close to home that you could almost taste the leftover tupperwares of garlic parmesen chicken wings from wingstop in the refrigerator.

You wrapped your coat tighter against yourself and started walking, your boots tapping lightly against the concrete. It was the only sound you could hear. The quiet of the evening settled around you like a blanket in a way that was comforting almost. But soon something pierced that calm—a second set of footsteps.

They were faint at first, almost blending with your own. You noticed it earlier but you figured it must just be someone else making their way home. Taking your phone out of your coat pocket, you check the time to see that it was nearing 11 pm. Surely you weren’t the only one walking home from a night out or a date night in the city. But you couldn’t help but take notice of the footsteps. Curiously, you slowed down your pace, pretending to fiddle with your phone while conspicuously checking your peripheral to see if you could make out the owner of the footsteps. 

Your heart dropped when you noticed they slowed too. 

It was just a coincidence.

Surely.

It had to be.

But when you sped up again, the footsteps followed suit, quickening in lockstep. Your pulse throbbed in your ears. Feeling brave, you stole a glance behind you.

A figure was walking several paces back, draped in a dark jacket, dark trousers, and their face was hidden beneath a hood. They were tall in stature, broad shoulders, long legs. Most likely male. They were strolling towards you, without a care in the world, just a few metres away, with both of their hands hidden in their trouser pockets. Panic fluttered in your chest. You’ve been listening to far too many true crime podcasts to know that right now you were the perfect victim for anyone with cruel intentions. Stories of young, vulnerable women walking alone at night, only to end up missing– or worse dead– flood your mind. You looked away and picked up your pace, your heart beating faster now. But the footsteps behind you only grew louder. 

Closer.

Your stomach knotted with dread. Someone was definitely following you.

You could hear him a lot clearer behind you now—a faint, steady rhythm of footsteps growing louder with each second. He wasn’t rushing, just matching your pace, like he was toying with you. Like this was just some sort of sick, twisted joke to them. The sound made your skin crawl, icy terror flooding your veins. You didn't dare look back now.

With shaky hands, you hunch over your phone, finger hovering over your emergency contact for a second before you press the call button without further hesitation. You hoped training was over by now.

The phone rang twice before she picked up. 

“Hey, baby. How was dinner with the girls? Are you on your way home?” Leah’s voice was light. She had training today in preparation for an upcoming match later that week. However, she had been coming home a lot later than usual because they had meetings after training.

“Yeah, just left actually” You said, eyes flickering nervously over your shoulder. You couldn’t see much thanks to the lack of lamp posts in this particular street. “I’m walking home now…” 

There was a pause on the other end. “What’s going on, baby? You sound…weird”

Your throat tightened. Swallowing the best you can, you quickened your pace as the sound of steps behind you suddenly became more pronounced. Trying to force yourself to focus on Leah’s familiar voice on the other end of the phone, you press the phone closer to your ear, as if it could save you from the fear overtaking your body. “I think someone’s following me” 

A rustle was heard on the other end, a few inaudible shouting and yells before Leah’s voice came back, this time there was a harshness to her tone. “Where are you? I’ll come get you”

“Lee, I'm probably just being paranoid. I don’t know, maybe they just happen to be walking in the same direction as me” But you were starting to doubt that was the case. You could still hear his steps behind you and you doubt it was a coincidence at this point. 

Nearing the end of the street, you turn your head from side to side before crossing. What was usually a welcoming and familiar street in the mornings, is now eerily unassuming at night time. There was only one lamppost on the other side of the street, the light dim as if it could go out at any second. Most of the houses along the street had their lights off, probably already in the safety of their own warm beds. You, on the other hand, are alone and cold. 

“Baby, tell me where you are. I’m in the car now” You hear the distinct click of the car key, some more shuffling. The sound of Leah's car rumbling to life does little to comfort you but at least she was nearly there. The training grounds was only about a 20 minute drive away from where you were. 

She’ll be here soon, you tell yourself. 

You glance around at the dark street ahead, cursing the lack of shops and street lights, you try to steady your voice. “I’m only less than 10 minutes away from home. I’ll be fine. I think—”

Your sentence was cut off by the sharp sound of footsteps picking up behind you, a lot closer than you realised. He wasn't matching your pace anymore. He didn’t care if you noticed him following you. You spun around, heart leaping into your throat. You turned, and a dark figure was walking faster, closing the gap.

“Leah,” You walked briskly, more hurried. Your voice trembled, just barely above a whisper. “They’re getting closer.”

“Baby, listen to me—run. Don’t look back, just run. I’m on my way.”

You did not have to be told twice. You broke into a run, your boots thumping against the pavement. You wanted to cry, tears were already welling in your eyes, but the blurriness would only slow you down. 

Sprinting down the narrow, dimly lit street, your breath came in short, ragged gasps. The night air is heavy and still, a thick fog rolling in, muffling the distant sounds of the rest of the city. Old brick houses loom tall on either side, their windows dark and unwelcoming. 

The only light sources are the light illuminating from your phone screen and a few street lights that flicker erratically, casting long, distorted shadows along the pavement. Every step you take seems to echo unnaturally loud, the silence only amplifying your fear. The cold air clings to your skin, biting at your face. 

You risk a glance behind you, your pulse racing as you glance over her shoulder, but there's nothing there. Nothing you can see. You falter slightly, almost tripping on your own two feet. Is he gone?

Turning your head left and right, you look around you. As if the figure was going to pop out at any second to come get you. 

But you’ve watched enough horror movies to know that the character who lets the monsters catch up to them always dies next. Without wasting another second, you continue on running. The next street up ahead is your street. Home. 

Home is close. But the street seems to stretch on endlessly, like some cruel trick. Your heartbeat is deafening, and mind races, whispering doubts. Did you take the wrong turn? Are you still being followed? The wind picks up, rustling through the trees lining the road, but it sounds more like distant whispers, low and unsettling.

Your footsteps quicken, almost stumbling now, each stride feeling more desperate than the last. There's a faint noise—a creak, or maybe a footstep—in the darkness behind you, but this time you don’t dare stop to check. You are almost home. Almost safe. But they always say that at night, safety feels like an illusion, just out of reach.

Because that’s when you hear it again. 

Footsteps. 

This time they were loud. Like the person was right behind you, ready to grab you at any second. You started running again. Your breath came in ragged gasps, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the soft thud of your boots stopping on the rain-slicked pavement. The streets were still unnervingly quiet.

Your feet slapped the pavement harder as you veered onto the last alley. Shadows stretched and warped along the brick walls, twisted shapes that seemed to move in your peripheral. Stumbling over the uneven ground, your boot catching the edge of the pavement,  just barely catching yourself before tumbling forward. Your hands scraped against the rough wall, but the sting of fresh cuts did nothing to distract you from the mounting fear.

The footfalls behind you never faltered.

The houses, with their shuttered windows and dark facades, loomed like silent witnesses, indifferent to your panic. You were so close now—just a few more houses down and you’d be home. But your legs felt leaden, each step heavier than the last, like you were being dragged down by something. 

But you weren't going to stop now. Not when you were so close to home. You grit your teeth, running as fast as you could. 

The stranger’s pace behind you thundered in response, chasing, closing the gap. You darted into a side street, your breath ragged, pulse hammering in your throat. You didn’t dare look back again, didn’t dare stop. Your feet hit the ground in a desperate rhythm, mind racing, trying to think of what to do next.

Suddenly, you felt it—hands. Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back.

You screamed, but the sound was ripped from your throat as you were spun around, your back slamming into a cold, rough brick wall. You braced yourself for the worst, expecting a stranger’s cruel eyes, but—

“Baby! Hey, it’s me!”

Leah’s voice cut through the panic. Your girlfriend stood there, her ponytail wonky, still dressed in her training kit, blue eyes wide with alarm. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her face flushed, like would after playing on the pitch for the full 90 minutes. She let go of your arms, stepping back quickly as if he’d just realised the terror she had caused you. 

Leah.

It was only Leah.

You blinked, still trembling, trying to process the sudden shift from blind fear to relief. “Leah? What the fuck— it was you running behind me?”

“I wasn’t trying to scare you!” she stammered, running a hand through her dishevelled hair. “I saw you crossing the street. I called your name, but you didn’t hear me, and then… when you ran, I just… I panicked and ran after you.”

You just stared at her, heart still thudding in your chest. Your mind was reeling, trying to calm the panic that hadn’t yet subsided. "You were following me," your muttered, still dazed. "I thought—"

“I know,” Leah interrupted, her voice softer now, guilty seeping through. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You exhaled shakily, leaning against the alley wall. The adrenaline was still pulsing through your veins, and your body refused to relax. "I was so fucking scared." You confessed, visibly shuddering, knees going weak. "I thought I was being chased by some fucking creep."

Leah’s face fell, a frown forming, guilt etched across her features. She cupped your cheek, pulling you close, the warmth of her palm providing much needed comfort. She gently kissed the crown of your head, tucking your face in the crook of her neck.  "I am so sorry, baby. I’ll try to shout louder next time, and yell out my name or something. I promise."

You forced a chuckle, your breath fanning her neck. Although a part of you still felt uneasy, like you hadn’t quite shaken off the fear completely. For a moment longer, you revelled in her warmth and the safety of her embrace. But truthfully you just wanted to forget it even happened. You press a kiss against the side of her neck, reluctantly pulling away. "Let’s just go home."

Stepping out of the dark corner of the street together, and back into the glow of the streetlights, your heart began to slow. but  you still kept a tight grip on Leah’s hand. She’s got her arm over your shoulder as you huddled into her side, and her other hand was occupied by your own. To strangers you both probably looked ridiculous walking like that, sticking so closely to each other, like you were glued together. But you did not care. You would’ve asked Leah to carry you in her arms if you could muster the courage to do so.  

As you walked towards home, the sounds of the city returned, a few cars passing by, distant voices drifting in the wind. But something still tugged at you, an odd prickling at the back of your neck. The one you get when something doesn't feel right. 

You couldn’t help, but glance behind you again.

For a brief moment, you thought you saw something—movement, a shadow darting back into the side of the street. Your breath caught. The dark shape of a figure melted into the blackness just as quickly as you saw it, like it had been there the whole time, watching.

Stopping in your tracks, you turn to Leah, your skin crawling. You scratch at your arm, feeling goosebumps along your skin. "Did you see that?"

She looked over her shoulder, frowning. "See what, baby?"

"There was—" You hesitated, squinting into the shadows. It was so, so dark. But you could just about make out an empty street. Nothing but the distant murmur of cars driving past filled the air.

You shook your head, feeling a shiver creep up your spine. “Nothing. Must’ve been my imagination.”

Leah smiled, oblivious, and tugged on your hand gently. "Come on, let’s get you home. You’ve had enough scares for one night."

You nodded slowly, but as you  walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still being watched. The footsteps from earlier still echoed in your ears. You glanced back once more back 

And for a split second, you could swear you saw something move. A figure, just at the edge of the shadows where the blinking street light lamp could not reach. Someone was still watching you.

(had to repost this because it was not showing up in the tags even after 24 hours for some reason)

first story in the butter's meadio-cre mayhem (the spooky season collection). the rest of the stories will not be as spooky as this one but they will be halloween/fall season themed! i thought it's only appropriate to have at least one spooky-ish story in this collection <3333

comments and reactions appreciated!

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[fraugwinska]

Could you do a backstory to Hard Day? Like, how Al decided to give up control, and the first time it happened 🥺🙏

Ummm... well, I may have gotten myself a bit lost in this one :D Idk, It's gotten quite out of hand, 2,5 k words... but...um yeah :D Praying you like it :> Attention - we cook with Chili, not salt today! (MDNI)

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The hardest Day

„That's so unrealistic! I mean, in what world would a lion eat bugs instead of the fucking fat juicy PIG?!“

„It's a kids movie, asshole, shut up!“

The gang was sprawled out in front of the TV, blankets and popcorn everywhere. Charlie got her hands on a rare copy of 'The Lion King', and invited everyone to a 'nice, unproblematic, quiet' movie night. She didn't account for Angel's constant commentary, Husk's annoyed retorts to him or Niffty's gleeful giggling at the most unfitting scenes. Vaggie, frustrated by them, started adding to the chaos, sending scolding remarks in intervals at either of them, while Charlie tried to mediate in between songs – which she always sang along with.

You, however, were highly entertained – even though you didn't catch anything from the movie, just watching them was amusing enough. The only one missing was Alastor, who had 'business to attend' and was gone since breakfast ended.

He would've hated it anyway, you knew he had no interest in movies, let alone modern ones, and group activities like these were often straining on his patience. Although getting in the hotel last, you were the one who grew the closest to him. Why? You couldn't say definitively. Maybe it was because you never took his veiled jabs by heart. Maybe because you didn't treat him the way the others wanted you to – with care, with ignorance, with suspicion; but instead with respect, an open mind and without judgment. Maybe it was because you could challenge him – discussions about books you both read could last hours, with points given to either side equally – no winner, no loser, both richer.

You liked Alastor. Really liked him. You also had a silly, little crush on him, for a while now, but you kept that to yourself, nothing going further than a few flirtatious moments 'in good fun', calling each other 'doe' and 'buck' with a laugh. A joke between friends. Friendship, you decided, was enough for you, if it was for him.

The entrance doors slammed suddenly, making you all jump in your seats. Alastor stood at the door, looking... different. Stressed? You cocked a brow when you saw his eye twitch, while he sauntered over to the group.

„Al, do you want to join us? We're watching a movie!“, Charlie said absent-mindedly, her eyes glued to the scene of 'Can you feel the love tonight'.

Alastor gave the TV set a judgmental smile and waved his hand. „Tempting, but it has been a rather hard day, I'll just take a drink and retreat to my room, dear.“ He left the group and went to the bar, your pair of eyes the only one following him. Something was NOT right. His smile was tight, his eyes wider than usual, his movements almost jagged instead of fluid. Niffty had jumped to the bar too, insisting on helping Alastor by retrieving a glass for his whiskey from one the higher shelves. In her eagerness to climb and get it, she didn't watch her steps careful enough, resulting in a few delicate wine glasses sliding from the shelfves and breaking into a hundred tiny pieces. Alastor's reaction was as unexpected as it was worrying – he always had a soft spot for Niffty, laughing over her antics and chaotic energy, often encouraging her even to produce more mayhem. This time, however, he started to scold the maid, who blinked at him with a big, guilty eye and trembling lips.

„Such indignation, really Niffty. Clean the shards at once, and try not to remain to be such a clumsy clot.“, he almost hissed, grabbing the bottle and a simple crystal glass before striding away hastily. Your eyes followed his figure until he turned the corner to the staircase, then you got up and comforted the little demon, helping her sweeping up the glass pieces while she sniffeled tears away.

You let your gaze swipe over the group, completely ignorant about what happened with Niffty, and Alastor. Ignorant of the blatantly obvious bad mood of the deer demon.

Turning to Charlie, you whispered to her that you had a headache and would be going to bed, to which she just nodded. No one acknowledged your leave, all eyes on the screen and still bickering noisily. A bunch of friends, you are, you thought annoyed with a shaking head.

Three flights of stairs later, you reached Alastor's room. You pressed your ear to the door, and heard dull bangs, like something was thrown, and a muffled voice. You knocked, and the room instantly stilled.

„Alastor, it's me.“, you said loudly, brows furrowed. „Are you okay?“

A few seconds of silence. „I'm just fine and dandy my dear.“

You put one hand on the door. He normally would open it, to speak with you directly, face uncomfortably close to face, just the way he liked it. But it stayed close.

„You didn't look fine.“, you stated. You were ever so stubborn.

„Well, I am fine. Now shoo, darling, good night.“

You stood in front of the wooden divider, contemplating. You could just go. Leave him be, wait until tomorrow. See if he would talk to you then. But then, there was your gut. And it told you Alastor wasn't well. And that just didn't sit right with you.

„Alastor. Please, let me in.“

No response, just hint of the prickling feeling of static electricity on your skin.

„I know something is bothering you, and I'm worried.“

No response. You breathe in and out.

„I'm not going anywhere until you open the...“

The door flew open, a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you into the room, violently. You stumbled and fell against a bookshelf, catching the fall with your hands to keep you upright. You heard a slam and a click – door closed, door locked. The static was everywhere now, flushing in waves over your body. You turned around -

Alastor was pacing like a wounded animal, he seemed fluffed up, as if every hair on his body had decided to stand up. His scleras were dark pits, blackest black, and in it his irises burned angrily in crimson flames, now focusing solely on you. The prey.

„So you came to test my patience too, dear?“, he snarled, his voice so distorted it ached in your ears. „It's not enough that that waste of cables destroyed two of my radio towers. Not enough that dozens of my most profitable souls have been rendered useless by an angelic bomb. Not enough that I not only had to put the disgraceful flat screened wretch back in his place, but also his vulgar boy toy and their brazen, attention-seeking brat.“

He grew in size as he ranted, you watched him reaching the ceiling, antlers scraping along the walls. „I manage my weakening territories, manage these imbeciles who think they can play overlords, I manage this sad excuse of a hotel, I manage the princess's unattainable ideas, and now, I also need to manage you, too, of all people? What a disappointm...“

„Stop.“

You held up a hand. Alastor growled, fluffing up even more, limbs cracking and static popping. „How dare y...“

„Stop.“, you said again. Your tone was calm, void of anger, or fear, neutral and steady. He stared at you, and you held his gaze. „Breathe, Alastor.“

You saw him fighting with himself. He fought against his instinct to oppose, to command, to put you into your place, to rip you apart. His elongated claws scraped over the floor, ripping deep ridges in the wood.

„Breathe.“, you repeated, firmer this time.

Slowly, gradually, Alastor shrunk. Breathed. Crumbled. Until he was back to his usual size and form, only with an exhausted expression.

You studied him – you've never seen him like that. He never allowed anyone to see him as something other than 'the radio demon': Powerful, unshakeable, quick on his feet and always one step ahead. How exhausting it must be. To always have the control also meant to always carry responsibility, to always fear impending failure.

Your heart whispered to you, and you followed it's advice. It could be the most stupid thing you could do, but you decided to do it anyway.

„Come here, Alastor.“

He looked at you, unsure, suspicious. You sounded commanding, but not harsh. Inviting. Like a hand, reached out to someone trapped. For a moment, you almost thought you ruined everything – his eyes left yours, they fell to the ground as he shifted on his feet.

But then – steps. Coming closer. Stopping right in front of you. And suddenly..

His head on your shoulder. His breath on your neck. His voice in your ear.

„Sometimes I'm so sick of it all. Sick of maneuvering, sick of ruling, governing, planning...“

You touched his neck, he let you, caressing the soft skin, heated from his outburst, trembling slightly at the contact. It was intimate, baring this vulnerable part to you. You heart broke for him.

He pulled himself away from you, searching for your eyes. Finding them again, he took your hand, bringing it up to his face, guiding your fingers over his lips. He just said one word.

„Please.“

So much was said with this please. You heard every message. Giving up control, just for a bit, just with something he didn't care enough about to insist on ruling, could be a small bit of freedom. Letting himself be guided instead of leading.

“Kneel down, Alastor.”

His ears pressed flat against his head, but he did as he was told. He couldn't look you in the eyes. For once, you were the one towering over him. You took his face in your hands, pulling it so he looked up to you, seeing your warm smile before your lips met his.

His breath hitched, stuck somewhere in his throat.

You slid one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, the other caressing his cheek as you tilted your head and deepened the kiss. Slowly, the rigidity melted away, he started to shift, lips no longer stiff but soft and molding against your own.

He tried to stand up, but you pushed him down, gently, definitively.

“Trust me to guide you, buck.”

He breathed, one, two, three times, eyes closed, grin tight.

“Yes, doe.”

Your own excitement took a back seat. You were filled with pure energy at the thought of crossing the line with him, having Alastor in a way you only dreamed about, convinced your relationship would never come this far. But. But this was not about you, for now. Maybe, another time. If another time ever came.

You lowered yourself on him, straddling him, so you were still 'taller', and rejoined your lips. You took his hands and set them on your hips, let them rest there while you buried yours in his hair, tugging lightly to bend his head back. His initial resistance lessened, and he gave in, exposing his throat, gray skin peeking out of his high collar. You let your mouth travel to his jawline, down to the small patch of delicate, thin skin, right next to his jugular. You felt him tense, felt his rising urge to protect himself from your potential strike. You let out a soft hum as you started to lick it, sucking gently, just a bit, just to make him shiver at the sensation. And how he did.

A moan, low and sweet like the strumming of a cello, escaped him, his hands crushing your hips by the force of his grip. It hurt, but you decided to ignore it. Little steps.

“Can you take more, good boy?”

His eyes snapped open, burning furiously. You met them with calmness, with a soft matter-of-fact-ness. Not smug, not mocking. A question. Proceed or Stop?

Alastor swallowed hot saliva. You could see he was getting overwhelmed, overstimulated, and yet, he had such a longing in his eyes, such desperation.

“Yes.”

One simple word. One spark, setting your body on fire. You tried to force your trembling fingers to steady, lifting yourself slightly off him to open his trousers. With every button, his breaths grew heavier, his grip on your legs grew tighter, claws already digging in your skin and drawing blood.

“Careful, buck. I'll need these in a moment.”, you said, placing both hands on his chest, pushing him flat on his back on the ground. He let you go, arms falling useless next to him.

You leaned forward, thanking any deity that would listen you decided to wear a skirt today, and placed a hand on his growing bulge. He hissed at the touch, cracking the floor as his fingers clawed into the wood of the floor instead your fleshy legs.

Freed from it's cage, Alastor's dick was already dripping with beads of precum, a sight to behold. You wrapped your fingers around it, feeling the warmth and bloodflow, it twitched in your hand. You stroke him, eliciting the most sinful noises from the demon under you.

You took a deep breath. One more, one question more, to make sure that he wanted it.

“Look at me, Alastor.”

He sat up on his elbows, looking more helpless than you've ever imagined he could. Even his smile wavered, threatening to break. You were looking for any signs of hesitation, disgust, resistance, regret. You only found desire. A want, a need, almost pleading eyes.

Your free hand pushed your panty away, enough to expose your lips, and you lowered yourself onto him, his length slowly entering you. He was big, you were tight. A bittersweet combination. Sparks flew before your eyes as he stretched you, but you were hypnotized by his eyes.

They were blown wide, returned to black, but the irises now flickering into dials, turning, left to right as he groaned. You moved, guiding your hips up and down, feeling yourself molding to his shape in the most delectable way, and getting drunk off the look on his face.

You increased the pace on which you pushed yourself on him, adding a little tilt of your hips to take him even deeper. His voice was reduced to a static-y mess, hums and groans and moans bleeding into each other. You placed both of your hands on his chest for more support, inevitably pinning him down. His hands flew to yours, threatening to push them off him, but instead, he entwined his fingers with yours, panting heavily.

It didn't take long for him to feel the pressure, unbearable and urgent, his release approaching at godspeed.

“Doe, I can't...”

Panic in his tone. He tried to put his hands on your waist to pull you off. You understood immediately – an upbringing in conservative times, decades of living by the rules of a gentleman, he was resisting against the thought of cumming inside you. You pushed his hands away.

“Yes, you can.”, you stated, smiling at him, a hint of wickedness in your eyes. “And you will.”

Your skilled movements and dedicated demeanor sent him over the edge immediately. Protests were futile as he came in you forcefully, you felt his cock pumping his seed deep into you, hot and thick as you rocked him through his orgasm. Your own high wasn't worth chasing, too far away to matter. You didn't even think about it – nothing could feel better than this.

Alastor ran his hands over his forehead, sweeping away beads of sweat as his breath calmed down.

His hand shot out to grab you, and, still impaled by him, he pulled you into his chest, invading your mouth with his tongue to kiss you possessively. As if to transfer the command, the control he had given up, back to him. Taking it from you.

For a moment you were scared. The positions had reset to their default. Would that mean he'd push you off? Say goodnight and never talk about this night again? Returning to the Status Quo. Friends, the end.

Alastor pulled your chin up to look at you. His thumb ran over your cheek, tenderly and full of care. His eyes answered every question in your mind. You weren't scared anymore.

[pigeonpeach]

Aphrodisiac Mayhem!

Prompt: your lover has become far more worked up than they usually are. In some way they’ve gotten exposed to some aphrodisiacs of some kind so now you must help them!

Warnings: sex, fem reader (like mentions of womb) , girl cock, very nsfw, breeding kink, bottom reader, oral, overstimulation, not proofread, bit rushed

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Jean, Arlecchino

Arlecchino

“My love.” She whispered into your ear, her voice more gravely than it should be. “Lets go somewhere else. I cannot control myself for much longer.”

“Did.. something happen?” You were a bit worried. The kids were still getting ready for bed and roaming a but. Some peaking at what was happening. Her face nuzzled in your neck as her arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel her inhaling your scent. Her hand trailing lower to your buttocks, oh… that’s what. “Get to bed now.” You said shooing the last kid left out. The kid wasn’t even in the barracks room before Arlecchino swept you off your feet making you yelp.

“I love your sounds.. don’t hold back tonight. I need you more than ever.” She purred into your ear. You shivered with anticipation as she quickly rushed you into her room, throwing you onto her bed. She locked the door, her eyes glowing in the dark as you instinctively started to undress…

“Please…please..” you whined. Your hands on the headboard, bended over backwards as her thick cock pelted your insides. You looked down to see slick dripping down onto the sheets combined with her release. You could barely form a thought, mindless and pliant in her hands as she grabbed your waist to pull you back onto her cock with each thrust.

“Perfect. The perfect whore for me, I’ll never let anyone else have you. Noo..noo you are mine.” Arlecchino growled right into your ear making you clench in response. Her body pressing against yours as she stalled her hips, wiggling them instead letting you feel how deep she truly was. Then resuming her pace. “I’ll never let anyone have you. No.. nome of them will ever have you. I’ll kill them if they dare.” You knew something was wrong but you were weak to do anything to stop her. Her womb ached as she bruised your cervix. You could tell her thoughts were worsening.

“Yours..yours..” you weakly wined. Your hair used as a leash she tugged you by it.

“Perfect.. so perfect for me..” she purred bitting your neck. You felt her release inside as she stalled, grunting as you whimpered.

You panted and fell face first onto the bed, boneless in every regard, limp like a corpse but heaving and panting like a dog. Arlecchino let you recover as she pressed kisses along your back. Massaging the pelvic area in particular knowing your legs would be weak. “You did so well for me. So perfect.” She purred as she kissed every scar she left, letting you feel warm and loved.

“Ngh… what happen’d to you.. you’re not usually this excited.” You slurred your words slightly. She smiled.

“Columbina gifted me a bouquet today for my help with her, it had a aphrodisiac pollen to it.” She grumbled. “I’ll have it disposed of later. I don’t want anyone wlse getting effected by it.”

“Where did she get this plant? I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the uh… consequences of it.” You smiled dumbly at her. She seemed a bit surprised but pleasantly so.

“Hm. In that case I’ll let her know you enjoyed it.”

Diluc

“Diluc… while I appreciate the uh.. kisses, don’t you think they’re getting a little excessive?” You whined. Diluc was practically lapping at your collar, your dress straps tugged down to expose your collar as he seemed mindless and out of control. Which was bad considering you two were on a picnic currently. Anyone could come by and see this. You could feel his hard on from his pants. He must’ve run into some plant or something that made him like this. You sighed as you forcibly pried him from your shoulder. “Hey! Whats gotten into yo-“ barely could you respond as he leapt, pushing you to the ground with him on-top. His mouth fixed on yours as you quickly were overpowered.

“Don’t.. stop… oh fuck!” You whined needlessly as he emptied what must’ve been his 5th load ride into your womb. “Oh sweet Barbados!” He grumbled as your legs were weakly strewn onto his shoulders. The clapping sounds of your bodies making you red with embarrassment. If anyone came even a mile nearby they’d probably hear you two. You failed to have knocked sense into him, instead apparently activating a breeding kink within him as he seemed to focus on hammering your cervix.

“Good.. good for me… ngh..” his voice low and growly as he moaned softly. His hands suddenly reached for the too of your dress, splitting it open as you gasped. You were too out of your mind then to care about how he had torn your favorite dress. Only on how wonderful you felt like this.

“D-diluc~!” You cried out

“Sorry.” He hung his head in shame as he carried you home.

“Look it isn’t that I didn’t enjoy it,its that this was my favorite sundress! I got it from Fontaine and now I’ll have to get it repaired..” you pouted. Covering your chest as the top of your dress had been torn down the middle by the very brute carrying you home. “It’ll be super embarrassing to ask too.. they’ll know immediately what happened.”

“Sorry.. I didn’t mean to ruin our date.” He said guilted.

“Ruin? What do you mean ruin that was probably the best picnic we’ve had! Just don’t tear my pretty clothes okay?” You said. He seemed to feel a bit better.

Childe

“HEY! Wait whats going on?” You weren’t sure why he just slung you over his shoulder. “Childe whats going on?” You were a bit alarmed. Unable to see his face as you were simply held like some firewood.

“You’re still supposed to be recovering! Why are you out of bed?” He left your question unanswered

“Don’t worry about that.” He said.

“Fuck..” you whined, your legs limp as you felt bloated. His seed spilled out as you had endured rounds of endless pounding. He still hadn’t answered any of your questions. You glanced at him as you panted. “Don’t you da-Ah!” He turned your onto your back, your dress torn and piling at your sides. The look in his eyes letting you know he wasn’t done. He lifted your legs to the sides of his face and he started to hungrily devour you. You gripped his hair as you struggled to maintain any sense.

No surprise but rough sex isn’t exactly good for bedrest patients. He was even more sore and tired afterwards as you looked at him scowling.

“Oh come on how can I resist you! You just looked so.. delectable.” He purred as you handed him his daily meds.

“You spent a month fighting in your abyssal form, you’re not supposed to be fucking like a rabbit in heat! I’m not a necrophilic you know? I don’t want to be fucking a corpse.” You scolded.

“Well it wasn’t actually my fault, it was the agent’s for mixing my meds with a aphrodisiacs.” He said.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t exert yourself until the doctor says its okay!”

“Its a small price to pay when it cums to yo- hey don’t whack me like that.” He pouted as you bonked him with a rolled up paper.

Jean

“Hey Jean, how do you like this sundress?” You showed off your newest purchase, worn with pride. Jean however clutched her desk as she sweated greatly. “Jean? Jean?” You asked concerned as she kept quiet. You walked over, leaning down to her level, unknowingly showing off your perfect little breasts. With that, she snapped.

Your face sandwiched between her thighs as she rode your face. You could barely breathe as Jean sat, grinding herself on your face. It had to have been hours now. It was dark outside, your cute dress bunched up as she occupied herself with your own cunt. Your whines and moans muffled with her thighs absolutely smothering you. Her fingers rubbed your clit with a fervor making you twitch and spaz. Your cries muffled as you squirted right into her mouth.

“You taste so good.. forgive me but… i need more.” She said. You barely understood what she meant until she got off of you. Letting you finally catch a breath only for her to lift your legs to her face.

“Ah! Wait! Not so soon… oh…” you whined. Your dress was a afterthought to her as she eagerly ate you our.

“Sorry..” Jean was flushed. “I uh… didn’t mean to get so carried away.”

“Oh… my legs hurt…” you whined. Jean tried to dust your dress off.

“It can be cleaned.. now.. what did you come here for?” She smiled awkwardly.

“I-i forgot. But what got into you? Its not like the dress is very revealing.” You asked.

“Well… I uh.. Klee decided to make tea and albedo didn’t check what flowers she used.. she meant it as a apology for her recent fish bombing incident. But uh… I’m pretty sure this flower is a aphrodisiac.” She said. “I’ll save them for uh… other uses.” You noticed a ever so slight mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Oh boy.”

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Festive Frustration

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}{Five Days of Fluffmas}

{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} When a chaotic Mikaelson Christmas party threatens Elijah’s carefully curated elegance, it’s up to you to remind him that some messes are worth embracing.

♡♡Happy Fluffmas♡♡

839 words - Warnings: flufffff, holiday party chaos, frustrated Elijah, spiked drinks, Klaus-induced pandemonium && soft dances under twinkling lights...

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You could tell Elijah was upset. His jaw was tight, and he kept flicking his cufflinks, a sure sign that he was done with the chaos around him. The Mikaelson Christmas party, which started as a refined and intimate event, had spiraled into something else entirely.

The decorations, once perfect, were either being knocked over or trampled on. The music had gone from Christmas classics to the tasteless modern ones you knew he disliked. To top it all off, someone had spilled wine on the rug, and Elijah’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

He stood by the Christmas tree, his shoulders stiff, glaring at a woman who nearly knocked over a tray of glasses.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t let him stew in his frustration all night. He needed a drink and a distraction. Preferably one that involved you.

Grabbing a glass of whiskey from the bar, you wove through the crowd toward him. His face softened slightly when he saw you, though his frustration was still obvious.

“Hello, my love,” he greeted, his voice warm but strained.

“I thought you might need this,” you said, handing him the glass.

He took it, downing the drink in one go. You winced as his grip tightened around the glass, wondering if he’d accidentally shatter it.

“Thank you,” he murmured, setting the empty glass on a nearby table and running a hand through his hair.

You glanced around the room. The noise was deafening, and the elegant ambiance Elijah had worked so hard to create was long gone. “This isn’t quite what you had in mind, huh?”

Elijah’s lips twitched, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s mayhem,” he muttered. His eyes followed Kol, who was enthusiastically encouraging two guests to drink from the now-spiked punch bowl.

“It’s not that bad,” you said, trying to sound optimistic. “At least people are having fun.”

“If this is your idea of fun, I fear we have very different definitions of the word,” he replied dryly.

You laughed softly, but before you could respond, a loud burst of laughter and squeals erupted from the dance floor. Both of you turned toward the commotion to see Klaus spinning two blondes in opposite directions while a third clung to him, laughing uncontrollably.

Klaus was in his element, his face lit with mischief as he orchestrated the chaos. The women stumbled, colliding into other dancers, who then spilled their drinks, creating even more pandemonium.

“Of course,” Elijah muttered under his breath.

One of the blondes, clearly emboldened by alcohol, attempted to climb onto Klaus’s back. He caught her effortlessly, grinning like the devil himself as he twirled her around, nearly taking out a nearby couple.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “He’s having a great time.”

“At my expense,” Elijah muttered.

The music changed to an obnoxiously loud dance remix of Jingle Bells and Klaus raised his arms triumphantly, shouting, “Now this is a party!” The room erupted in cheers, as though Klaus himself had blessed the event.

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe I share blood with that man.”

“Come on,” you said, tugging on Elijah’s sleeve. “You can’t let Klaus have all the fun.”

Elijah hesitated, glancing at the crowded dance floor, then back at you. “I’m not sure that’s the solution.”

“It is,” you insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the crowd.

Reluctantly, he followed. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch made your cheeks warm, and you smiled up at him as you began to sway.

“I don’t recall half these people being on the guest list,” he muttered, his gaze scanning the room.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Rebekah might’ve invited... a few extras.”

His brow furrowed. “This was supposed to be a refined event, not-”

“A disaster?” you teased.

Elijah sighed, though his lips curved into a small smile. “Something like that.”

“I think Kol has spiked more than just the eggnog,” you added, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

Elijah scoffed. “Of course he did.”

You rested your head against his chest, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay, Elijah. You can’t control everything. You did a great job planning this.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but you felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You always know how to calm me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You smiled, looking up at him. “It’s a talent.”

As the two of you swayed under the twinkling lights, the chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background. For a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Thank you,” Elijah said, his dark eyes meeting yours. “For reminding me what truly matters.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Elijah.”

And just like that, the party didn’t feel like a disaster anymore.

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charades

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Placement: pre-relationship era; months before 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: workplace bullying (mentioned); language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: hints of mutual pining; we're in Hemsworth's POV

"Come on, it'll be fun, Tiny Terror, I promise." Chris gave your shoulders a slight shake to hopefully snap you out of the sour mood you'd been in all day. It was more than obvious why, considering that there were a good few production assistants that looked like they were on their own personal mission to get you to break composure and break a nose, constantly putting your team down for working too slow or some other reason.

One of them even tried insisting that there were props out of place so they could call into question your skill in clocking the continuity between shots. And while it was simple enough to debunk their accusations, it had also been a rather tedious day even just watching all of the little inconveniences happen that seemed hellbent on putting a damper to your day. He couldn't imagine how much more stressful it was in your shoes.

You were only allowed a few minutes to breathe without much worry when those assistants were pulled aside for Taika to have a word with them. Because other than him, there was someone else that not only witnessed the borderline harassment that occurred today, but was damn near foaming at the mouth to start snapping at them for their insolence.

Tom.

And right now Chris could only imagine that the Brit was standing at full height putting forward every single intimidation tactic he had on display at those people and asking them point blank if they had some sort of issue with you.

"I really don't know, Hemsy, it's been a long day. I kinda just want it to be over," you sighed, the facade you'd put in place of trying to look unbothered finally cracking as your shoulders slumped. "No idea who fucking pissed in their cereal this morning but if their goal was to drag someone down with them, they fucking succeeded. Just wanna go back to my hotel room and order a big bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine and turn my phone off until tomorrow morning."

"Alright, how about this. Just a few rounds, and if you hate it, I'll pay for your pasta and wine?"

You paused, thinking over his offer for a few seconds before finally sighing, "Fine. Thirty minutes. But if I tell you I wanna go, you better be ready to order me the fattest bowl of truffle cream pasta you can find."

Just as you walked off back to your team, Taika and Tom came out of one of the back offices where they sequestered the offending crew members. There were visible scowls on their faces as they muttered to themselves while Taika whispered some instructions to security, probably telling them to keep an eye on the troublemakers moving forward.

"Saw you talking to Lil Mayhem," Taika spoke up once he stood where you did just a few moments ago. "She alright?"

Had the situation not been so tense, Chris probably would have poked a bit of fun at the way Tom's face became visibly more animated as he scanned the set trying to find you. If the Brit became even the slightest bit more enamored with you and still refused to do anything about it, he might have to tell you himself just to caution you that if you didn't feel the same way, you'd have to let him down gently. And preferably sooner rather than later.

"She will be," Chris answered. "She's joining us later."

"Ah perfect," the New Zealander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We can pair her off with Tom."

"Hmm?" There was an alarmed look in Tom's eyes now, the sound coming out of him uncharacteristically higher pitched than normal.

"Oh come on, mate, did you really think nobody noticed? You look at her like a pup, wagging its tail and jumping in place when its mum comes home." Chris clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying not to laugh at how mortified he looked finding out his subtle "work crush" on you wasn't exactly that subtle. "Just don't go humping her leg when she walks in."

"Oh my God, yes you're here too," Tessa exclaimed when you walked into Taika's suite, doing a little bounce on her place at the couch and patting the seat beside her. "We can be partners and smoke their asses."

"Hemsworth promised to buy me pasta if I hated it," you told her with a shrug, sitting at the vacant seat. You didn't seem to have noticed that Tom had moved over, making room next to him on the other side of the table. "And I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Tessa you're already partnered with Chris over here," Taika informed her, pointing at the Australian.

"Hold on since when?" He simply showed her a paper containing all your names, your eyes widening slightly when you saw that yours was next to Tom's. "Fine," she huffed, shifting her gaze over to Chris. "We got this."

Taika then presented a little fishbowl containing folded scraps of paper and explained that a single turn would consist of each of you picking out a paper and trying to sign out whatever was on their paper, while the other had to guess what it was. Straightforward enough. "Whoever's signing cannot talk, but they can make sounds if they think it'll help," he kept on explaining. "Winning pair will get…a nice swanky dinner for two when we get to LA for the premiere. Sound good?"

Lay it on a little thicker, Taika, I don't think they're catching on yet, Chris thought sarcastically, immediately clocking the way your cheeks were reddening and Tom was without a doubt imagining what it would be like to be sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant, imagining that you two were on a proper date. What with the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, along with that dopey lovestruck smile painting his face every time you even shared the same breathing space, it wasn't that hard to take a guess what the Brit was thinking right at this moment.

Once everyone had a scrap of paper in their hand, Taika spun a little wheel of your names to pick out which pair went first. "Alrighty then, Tom? Y/N? Which one of you'll be guessing first?"

"Oh, uhm…can I guess first? 'Cause I can't sign for shit."  Your request as you addressed Tom sounded casual enough, had it not been for the chuckle at the end that immediately had both Chris and Taika knowing much better than to mistake your demeanor for 'casual'. Seemed you were as skittish around Tom as he was around you.

And maybe Chris didn't have to interfere and advise you to let his friend down easy after all. Maybe he just had to sit back and let you two find each other at your own pace.

Though admittedly this was the type of behavior that started out cute but would grow frustrating to watch if it went on for too long. If neither of you made a move in the coming weeks he might be tempted to lock you two in a cramped storage closet to move things along.

Tom stood up from his seat, cheeks quickly becoming tinged with pink when he saw the words on his little scrap of paper before looking up and holding your gaze. On a whim, Chris decided to take his phone out and have his camera at the ready.

The chime on Taika's phone signaled him to start, and he held up five fingers in front of you.

"Five words." He then nodded and held up one finger before creating a letter "T" with his hands. "First word 'The'." He held up four fingers next and did the "T" symbol again. "And fourth word 'The'. So 'The Blank-Blank The Blank'?"

He nodded at you, a light shining in both your eyes as he kept on, like a couple of kids excited they found someone to play with. But then when Tom went on to sign the second word, for a split second you gave him a look that had everyone in the room that paid even the smallest amount of attention that his affections were definitely not one-sided.

You were well on your way to being completely smitten with him, too.

He held up two fingers before making a lassoing motion and snapping his fingers so loud that the sound made your neck twitch, your eyes glazing over as he pointed to the space in front of him. "Uh…uhm…Capture?" He shook his head, repeating the motion again. "Herding?" He shook his head again. "Collaring--Cowboy?" He let out a laugh before shaking his head again. "Okay I don't think I'm gonna get that, maybe another word we're running out of time."

Tom took a deep breath, as if composing himself before holding up five fingers. And then he drew his hands close to his chest and started making the most ridiculous sound with his head tilted to the ceiling. "Ememememe omomomomo".

That had you bursting into a fit of giggles, making him break out into a face-splitting grin and a few chuckles of his own. "I'm sorry I got absolutely nothing on that, go back to the second word." He went back to the lassoing and snapping movement. "Wait is this for a person or an animal?" He made a motion as if weighing an object in each of his hands, signaling to you that it was both. "Both?! Okay so…domestication?" He shook his head, but motioning for you to keep going down that route. "The--Taming?" Then you gasped, standing up right as two seconds were left on the clock, clapping your hands. "The Taming of the Shrew! The Taming of the Shrew!"

Out of the sheer excitement in the moment, he made his way around the table, grasping for your hands before framing your face in his hands. Had you both lost yourselves in the moment for even a few seconds longer, Chris would have bet good money that you two would have shared a kiss right in front of them.

But then both of you froze in place, giving each other an awkward smile before he stepped back, making his way back to where he stood seconds before. Good thing Chris already had his phone in hand and snapped a photo before your mutual shyness toward each other got the better of you.

"Cute," Taika commented, throwing Tom a look. "Alrighty then Y/N, it's your turn now."

You stood, looking at your scrap of paper and then looking around the room, your eyes landing on the decorative skull flower vase on the dining table.

Before you could signal for Taika to start the clock, Tom spoke up, "Hamlet?"

A choked sound of utter shock slipped out of everyone else in the room. "Hold up, that counts right, T?" Taika just nodded.

"How the fuck--Are you two telepathically connected or something?" Tessa threw the question out, pointing her finger at both of you. "You know what it doesn't matter, the night's still young. We still got a chance to smoke 'em, Hemsworth."

Chris wasn't paying much attention, shooting you a text instead. So you wanna cash in on that free food, Tiny Terror?

He had to fight back the knowing grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing the message you typed back. I could stay a few more rounds.

A/N: I did mention before that I have some pre-relationship chapters planned for these two blorbos, right? 👀 Well if I didn't, I'm saying it now. Chapters. Plural. I honestly don't know how many pieces I have in store for this collection but safe to say it's not ending any time soon. 😳💖

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For the longest time when I've rewatched The Plan Man and got to the scene where Peng is reassuring Azure, I always joke, "Oh, goddammit, Peng stop enabling him!"

But that's the thing. They're literally not doing that.

Their exact words to Azure were:

"Don't spare another thought on them, brother. Let Wukong and his little friends play at being heroes—"

They're telling him to ignore Wukong and the rest of the Monkie Kids, not the other way around. But this backfires because any mention of Wukong in any shape or form at this point would've set Azure off. This should've been made obvious to Peng when he said a second before:

"the Monkey King, the boy... they weigh on me."

But alas, Peng has zero tact.

And by this point, you may be wondering, "What am I exactly getting at here?" Well, of course, it's that Peng is a dumb jock that just wanted to cause a little mayhem and hang out with their friends.

YES I'M SERIOUS

Now onto my points.

Why Peng is even part of the Brotherhood?

Peng is the clear outlier when you look over the rest of the brotherhood's members. So, why are they even here? The easiest conclusion I could come to, they wanted to kick ass and ask questions later. And do it with a crew of people they view as just as strong as they. Leading me to my next point.

Peng's a Bully

Nuff said.

Peng's a Bro

What can I say? Peng's pretty damn loyal. They've had Azure's back for centuries! Because you have to remember here. Peng meant Azure in the Celestial Realm, followed him into the brotherhood, stuck around after their rebellion, then WILLING joined back with him after being imprisoned in a torture scroll FOR A THOUSAND YEARS. The bird was committed. Speaking of which...

Commits to the Bit

When Azure becomes the Jade Emperor, Peng bows, even though they sound and look visibly unsure about this.

We later see Peng kick back and drink wine while disregarding the world literally tearing apart at its seams.

Then, as Yellowtusk is scolding Azure on this very matter, Peng attempts to make him stop, but he snaps at them, which leads to Peng looking to Azure.

After which Peng fails to read the situation (already talked about this above), and Azure teleports them all to FFM, and this is the next time we see them:

Because Peng said, "Fuck it, we ball."

Knows When the Party has Reached Its Peak

"Look, this has been fun and all but... here's some advice, kids. Never be the last one to leave the party."

NEED I SAY MORE?

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Reminder: Start Planning for Galentines Day!

Whether you are single, married, or in a committed relationship, let's all plan time to celebrate love with our girls! 💗

Galentine's Day reminds us that true love comes in many forms, and the bond between girlfriends is just as precious as any romance!

Things To Do:

💝 Make prayer / vision boards:

Love Day is in the middle of February, even though it is common to have your boards ready before Jan 1st. Valentine's Day is the perfect time to make one as well. You’ve have had a good amount of time in the new year to think and reflect, and you are around LOVE! With your girl gang, you’ll be able to have meaningful and prosperous conversations about the future!

💝 Make treats table / do a “bring a board” theme:

There's are endless options to create a memorable fun time! You can have each girlfriend bring a specific treat board (ex. All Things Chocolate, Sweet and Salty, Sour & Sweet, Marshmallow Mayhem) Make it fun and cute. You can also bake together! Decorate some delicious cookies over wine and girl talk!

💝 Go To Brunch or Dinner!

Get dressed up girl! Practice some self care and have a date with your girls! It is not only for couples, relax and debrief with the ladies! Laugh and make memories!

💝 Play Games!

Crack open your favorite drinking game cards, play Twister, Uno and serades! We are grown but that doesn't mean we can't have fun all while saving money!

💝 Have A Spa Day!

If you don't mind splurging, call up the girls and plan a spa date! Get a massage or Mani-pedi! Love on yourself!

💝 Ultimate Slumber Party:

We already gave you some fun activities to do, so why not get some decorations (Family Dollar has plenty! ) and get matching or color coordinated PJs and make memories! We recommend doing some cute photoshoots as well. Dance, laugh, cry, and get drunk! Whatever your girl gang vibe is make sure your having a blast 😝

‼️ Bottomline, life is too short to be sad on a day about love! Enjoy yourself with the ones you love and make memories. Use the day as a reminder to cherish life! ✨

[mywinepal]

Enjoying Mayhem Wines Pinot Gris and Sauvignon Blanc 2023

Enjoying Mayhem Wines #PinotGris and #SauvignonBlanc 2023. @bcwine #bcwine #bcvqa #okanagan #winelover #sommelier

With the Canada Day long weekend, it was fitting to enjoy some BC wine.  I have two bottles of white wine from Mayhem Wines to tell you about; the Mayhem Wines Pinot Gris 2023 and Sauvignon Blanc 2023.    2023 was a challenging year in the Okanagan due to the cold winter snap that adversely affected the grape vines and reduced the amount of wine produced in the interior of BC.  From the winery,…

[gmanmedias]

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Pastel blue and pink mermaid that is a historian for anon!

[nanshe-of-nina]

Women’s History Meme || Kick-ass Women (6/10) ↬ Tomyris, Queen of the Massagetae (d. c. 520s BCE)

The nomadic Saka-Scythian groups of Central Asia were less familiar with wine, as we can gather from accounts about Queen Tomyris told by Herodotus, Strabo, and Justin. In the sixth century BC, King Cyrus of Persia invaded the land of the Massagetae, a confederation of Saka-Scythian nomads east of the Caspian Sea. Warlike horse people, like their neighbors the Issedonians, the Massagetae were distinguished by gender equality and the sexual freedom of their women. They sacrificed horses to the Sun. Armored in helmets and wide war belts of brass and gold, they fought with bows, lances, and battle-axes. The ruler of the Massagetae at this time was a powerful woman named Tomyris. Like other Scythian tribes, the Massagetae were milk drinkers unused to wine. This fact was exploited by Cyrus. Retreating aſter losing a battle with Tomyris (ca. 530 BC), he resorted to treachery. According to Herodotus’s account, he set out a fancy banquet with large quantities of wine under his Persian tents and withdrew. The pursuing nomads, led by Tomyris’ son, came upon the abandoned feast. They drank the wine and fell into a stupor. The Persians came back and slaughtered the Massagetae; they captured Tomyris’ son, who killed himself as soon as he regained his senses. Enraged, Tomyris sent a message castigating Cyrus. “Glutton for blood! Your weapon was red wine, which you Persians drink until you are so crazy that shameful words float on the liquor’s fumes. This was the poison you used to destroy my army and my son. Leave my land now, or I swear by the Sun I will give you more blood than you can drink.” The mayhem was horrendous in the next battle. Tomyris’ army destroyed the Persians and Cyrus was killed. According to the legend, Tomyris found the king’s corpse, hacked off his head, and plunged it into a wine jug filled with blood drained from Cyrus’ men, crying, “Drink your fill of blood!” — The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor

[lilveeblog]

potions and fairies and mayhem

little jj and little penelope causing trouble at uncle rossi’s!!

all the cutest elements of my girls put together

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tw: slight ed mention (jj)

it was one of the rare weekends where the bau team members were all off work. but of course they were together, all at rossi’s enjoying a weekend just chilling together, loving their family dynamic, as family dynamic which contained two hyper regressed kiddos.

penelope and jj were playing in the garden. they’d roped derek and emily into their games of course. spencer sat on the deck, head in his book, rossi was whisking away in the kitchen and aaron watched on from the deck, making sure everything was in order.

“can we pay duck duck goose now penny?’ jj asked, looking up at her big sister with her puppy eyes.

“no we playin tag,” penelope replied, tagging her little sister. “you’re it.”

“no wan pay tag,” jj huffed suddenly, crossing her arms and stomping her foot.

“girls, why don’t we play a round or two of duck duck goose before it’s dinner time?” derek suggested and put his hands on jj’s shoulders to try and diffuse the situation.

“nooo. no wan play that!” penelope groaned, throwing her head back.

“dinner amici!!” rossi suddenly shouted from the decking. jj suddenly let out a cry, she didn’t want to eat. she wasn’t ready to eat, not mentally. why did no one warn her?

“dinner!!” penelope shouted, running into the house, derek followed and emily grabbed her girl.

“it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“no wan to.”

“i know sweetheart. i know,” emily sighed. jj’s eating disorder had been playing up so much it had been difficult to get any food down her recently, the whole team had struggled to help.

“come on little love,” emily whispered and pulled jj up into her arms to carry her inside.

“mama,” jj whimpered, hiding in her neck.

“uncle rossi made your favourite, hm,” emilt said.

“carbonara?” jj asked, sniffling.

“yes my love; carbonara for the princess. come sit,” rossi said and motioned for jj’s special chair. emily sat jj down.

“jj eat all up!” penelope cheered and kissed jj’s head as a sweet endearing act.

jj whimpered, not wanting to eat it all up at all.

“you don’t have to. just try some for me okay?” emily said, tucking some hair behind her ear. jj nodded and sighed softly. the rest of the team took their seats and began eating. jj picked up her bluey fork and began eating off her decorated plate. it was safe.

after dinner, the girls were both a lot chirper and no longer angry or upset with one another.

“uncle derek can you come pay wif us?” jj asked with her sweetest puppy eyes.

“pease dada!” penelope begged, her hands clasped together.

“not if we’re playing princesses.” derek said.

“of course it’s princesses. go on mr tough man,” emily teased.

“you have to come play too!” derek said, throwing up his hands.

“nope nope nope. jj knows after dinner is mama’s wine time. you’re playing now,” emily sniggered and waved the bottle of rossi’s most expensive in derek’s face. he sighed in defeat.

“fine!”

“yay!” the little ones cheered and they grabbed a hand each before dragging him up the stairs.

the adults were downstairs and the little ones were getting their derek all dressed up covered in makeup. he looked beautiful to them, obviously, as handsome as ever to everyone else.

“allllll done!” jj cheered and took a step back from her makeup canvas. whilst nj was in charge of the makeup, penelope was on hair.

“i nearly done too,” penelope said.

“then we gotta show him to eveone!” jj muttered and did a twirl in a dress.

“do we have to?”

“mhms,” penelope giggled. “or else all work for nothing.”

“yeah got show eveone uncle derek,” jj said, huffing and sitting on the floor. she was tired but didn’t want to admit it. with penelope’s adhd, she hardly ever slept whereas jj was always sleepy, she usually slept a full 12 hours and more if she could. with it nearing 8pm, she was ready for bed. but she loved playing with her big sister!

“okay doned!” penelope cheered and stood back from the magic creation of bows and clips in her dada’s hair.

“okay let go show!” jj said happily. she jumped up from the floor and headed downstairs, dragging derek too.

“wait jj!” penelope shouted.

“inside voices ladies,” derek reminded his little.

“sorry dada. jj he not wearing his tutu,” penny said, holding it up.

“darn it. do i have to?”

“yessss uncle derek!” jj said and hurriedly pushed him back into their play room.

“darn it.” he said again.

they paraded their derek down the stairs and the rest of the team laughed and cheered at the handy work of their little ones.

“what amazing work girls!” rossi congratulated. “take a bow!”

both girls stood proudly beside derek, who was not happy, and took the biggest, most proudest bows.

“right girls, bed time!” emily said once derek went to get changed.

“not mineee. ha ha jj got go bed!” penelope giggled and ran off. jj stood there, looking between her caregiver’s open arms and penelope who had ran off.

“come on baby i can see you’re sleepy.”

“nope. i not.” jj giggled and ran off after her sister. she didn’t want to miss out on playing, no matter how tired she was.

“jj!” emily called and sighed as she saw the flash of blonde disappear up the stairs.

“it’s a saturday, let her play a little longer.” hotch said, grabbing emily’s arm and pulling her back down.

“she needs rest or she’ll be grumpy and bratty.” emily groaned.

“she’ll be okay. we can just let her sleep in the morning.”

“fine.”

however, what the adults didn’t know is that the girls were up to no good. in the bathroom.

“so we just have to put this in here and this in here and it makes a potion.” penelope said as she mixed the fancy, expensive shampoo bottles into the toothbrush pot in the bathroom.

“okay but what if it no work,” jj said, leaning in close.

“it will. we will be eal fairies in no time jay.” penelope said and handed over the ‘potion’. “you drink first.”

“why me?”

“cus said so.”

“just cus you said so doesn’t mean i have listen.”

“you do. i boss.”

“you not.”

“i older than you. i boss.”

“i wan be boss.”

“you just a baby. drink it.” she pushed it into her chest, causing the foamy liquid to burst out and splash onto the younger girls t-shirt. she hated wet clothes.

“nooo,” she cried, desperately trying to get the wetness off her.

“i sorry jj!” penelope cried. jj lashed out the , throwing her hands at penelope, causing the cup to go flying across the bathroom and soak the floor. both girls gasped at the loud noise and looked as the soap and water leaked across the floor.

“uh oh.” penelope said.

“off!” jj cried, pulling at her still wet top and now wet socks. she sat down, to try and pull them off but cried out as the wetness soaked into her bum and clothes even more.

“mama!” she screamed as she felt herself get more and more overwhelmed.

“no jj. not mama. she tell us off.” penelope urged and kneeled down beside her friend.

“penny help you.” she said.

“no! not you!” jj cried and threw her hands at penelope, pushing her back. suddenly, emily and derek burst through the bathroom door, to see jj push penelope back.

“jennifer!” emily scolded but suddenly saw the distraught state of her girl.

“okay, okay,” she muttered, more to herself and entered the room.

“what were you two doing in here?” derek asked, looking at the state of rossi’s bathroom.

“jj’s idea dada!” penelope instantly blamed jj and jj cried out.

“it not!”

“let’s get you out of here, come on,” emily said and picked up jj. jj clung to her, fussy about her wet clothes still.

“want off.”

“penelope explain what happened in here,” derek said, firmly to his little.

“dada!”

“none of that whining baby cakes, i need to know.”

penelope began explaining then, how jj encouraged them to make a potion to become fairies and insisted that they use rossi’s most expensive shampoos to be the best fairies they could.

“did you drink it?”

“no jj nearly did but she pushed me dada and it spilled so she got angry and pushed again.”

derek sighed. “you’re telling me you had no involvement in this?”

“no dada. i tried stop her!”

“tell me the truth or it’s time out.”

“dadaaaaaa!”

meanwhile.

“jj sweetheart calm down, they’re not on you anymore,” emily soothed her little as she fussed about the clinging wet clothes to her.

“mama they feel them.” she muttered, quickly becoming overtired and overwhelmed.

“do you want a shower?”

“not shower day!”

“baby,” emily sighed. she turned her little one around and pulled her into her lap, rocking her side to side. she began to sing softly, to help calm her down. the little one yawned but calmed down quickly.

“now, tell mama what on earth you were doing in the bathroom with rossi’s things and why i caught you pushing penelope.”

“penny made me.”

“she made you?”

“she said if we make potions and drink them we become fairies.”

“did you drink it?”

“nooo penny pilled it first.”

“how did she spill it?”

“i maybe push her mama but seee made me!”

“she made you push her?”

“mhm!”

“is that how you both ended up on the floor? did she push you?”

“no i falled.”

“so why did you push her?”

“maaammmaaaaa,” jj whined loudly and threw her head back.

half an hour later and both littles were cleaned up into their pjs ready to settle down for bed. emily hoped she’d get her little one to sleep in no time with the constant yawns and rubbing of her eyes it was inevitable but derek had a bigger challenge on his hands as all penelope wanted to play was fairies.

“it bed time penny,” jj whispered, sniffling and snuggling into her sister whilst the caregivers spoke in the kitchen.

“no mine.”

“mhm, you dada say so.”

“nuh uh. just wo cus wo baby.” penelope whispered and wrapped and arm around her baby sister. she kissed her head lightly and emily brought in a bottle of milk for her girl.

“oh look at you two.” she said softly and took in the cute sight in front of her. “my girls.”

“mama,” jj whispered, despite the cuddle she was already getting and raised her arms to be held.

“come to mama.” emily said and lifted sleepy jj up. she sat her across her lap and began feeding her her nighttime bottle, one full of nutrients she needed to help her ED. it was an easy put down. penelope got back to her colouring fairies and derek stroked her hair as he set her warm milk in her sippy beside her.

“fanks dada.”

“you’re welcome baby girl.”

[smille-c]

I feel like i need to elaborate on something about q!Pierre and the fact that he's probably a federation favourite

First off all, q!Pierre is a big Wine guy, he makes wine and love talking about it, and it would be pretty inconsequencial if the federation didn't straight up OFFER HIM a whole ass vineyard just because he asked for it Tbh that was the moment i realised that maybe something was specificaly wrong with q!Pierre, especialy when i remembered that he told Pomme that he kept dreaming about a brain surgery and he didnt remember when he had had it

q!Pierre also plays with the limitation of the rules a lot, he has had 21 hearts for MONTHS now, he made farms that are in a grey area of the rules (iron farm with no iron gollems, xpfarm with no spawner, villager trading farm ect.) and the only thing that has actualy got him slightly in trouble was the time where he stole 32 creative motors from the federation and got told to give back only a part of it

And most recently, when he (SPOILER) stole all the waystones to prove people that they needed them, when someone asked cucurucho who stone them, it said "classified" which either mean that they didn't know, or that the where covering for q!Pierre's ass And i'm not gonna lie with all his track record i prefer to think that the federation is protecting qPierre's ass

I think it's important to note that Pierre is very lowkey when he commits a crime, and i think that what's differs him from the other islander commiting crimes, Pierre will usualy put everything back in place because as he said "he doesn't want a revolution he just want a little bit of Mayhem" so when he breaks a federation thing, he puts it back in place soon after, when he spread chaos he fixes it

And the federation might like that he is laying low

[eclecticqueennerd]

Game Night

It was one of those rare occasions where there wasn’t anything to do. No leads to follow up on, no supes to terrorize, and no mayhem to cause. Due to the early morning mission, the group decided to stay in and to pass the time, play a board game, Pictionary to be exact. You broke off into teams, boys, which consisted of MM, Frenchie, and Butcher, versus girls; Y/n, Annie, Kimiko, and Hughie. It was a rule that everyone had to grab a drink and the losing team had to take a drink after each round. Sangria was the poison of choice for the girls’ team, vodka the choice for the guys. The guys allowed the girls team to roll the dice first, your figurine landed on yellow after rolling a 6.

“Okay so the category is Person/ Place/ Animal.” You look at both options on the card, you choose Lighthouse, and hand it to Butcher, who was first to draw for the guys team. “Yellow on the blue side.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna draw that, but I’m ready.” Butcher throws the card in the discard pile. Frenchie grabs the sand timer and begins countdown,

“Start in 3…2…1.” You and Butcher begin drawing and the hideout is filled with shouts, attempting to guess what the person on their team is drawing. Just before the sand in the timer ran out, you added a small square with a circle towards the bottom of the large rectangle you drew.

“A LIGHTHOUSE!” Hughie screamed. You point your finger towards the man and exclaimed,

“YES!” The girls, and Hughie, started cheering while the boys were grumbling, Butcher throwing the pencil down on the table so hard it bounced and flew away.

“I don’t know how you lot didn’t get that. It was easy.” Butcher chided.

“Butcher, you made shapes! How could we guess from shapes?” MM shot back. Butcher reached forward and grabbed the pad of paper from in front of you,

“Y/n drew boxes too and their team was able to guess it!”

“I guess we’re just better.” You jested. You reached over to Butcher and stroked his bearded cheek. The rage in Butchers eyes subsided a little bit, replaced with an adoring twinkle. “Don’t worry, you guys will catch up. But for now, drink up… loser.” You leaned forward and snatched the pad of paper away from Butcher, not missing the look he just gave you. Butcher narrowed his eyes and took a shot of vodka. He then spoke,

“Oh, it’s on.”

The next few rounds, the girls’ team dominated the boys, making it a quarter of the way around the board. As time went on, the guy’s team became frustrated with each other whereas the girl’s team, and Hughie, were celebrating by taking sips of their wine.

“Cattle drive!” Butcher shouts. MM looks up from his drawing.

“Hell yeah man lets fuckin GO!” The guys team all congratulated themselves on the hard work they just accomplished. They moved their figurine onto the board.

“Finally, on the board. It’s over for you lot now.” Butcher shot you a look. You put the edge of the wineglass to your lips and began sipping. Butcher reached out and tilted the bottom of the glass upwards, making you chug the rest of your sangria before it spilled on you. “There you go love.”

“We’re supposed to drink, not chug it!”

“We need you guys on the same level as drunk as us love.”

“Not our fault that you chose vodka of all things.”

From that point on, the girls team began losing. You’d have a few wins here and there, but the guys would always come back to steal that victory away from you. It wasn’t until you were now three-quarters of the way through the board and the guys were a few spaces away from victory.

It was you against Butcher again, and the task was to draw a pizza delivery person. The timer started and you were able to draw a stick figure, but with all the wine you’ve had to drink, even that was a difficult mission to accomplish. Before you could finish your drawing,

“Pizza man!” Frenchie shouts. The girls team turned to look at the guys and Butcher was dealing out high fives. They moved their figurine into the victory slot.

“How?” Annie exclaims, she reaches forward and yanks the pad of paper out of Butchers hand. Your group inspects the drawing.

“You literally just drew a person in a hat! How the fuck did you get that?” The guys shrugged. “You’re cheating! You guys didn’t nearly have as much to drink as we did!”

“Do you not remember how you kicked our asses in the beginning and how many shots we took?” Frenchie shouted back, overjoyed that they’d won. At this point, Annie stood up from her spot at the table, frustration getting to her. “No! They need to go back a few spaces. They’re cheating!” Hughie stood up and grasped Annies shoulders.

“It’s okay Annie. It’s just a game.” The two went off into their room to calm down. Kimiko and Frenchie giggled to each other. You and Butcher walked into your bedroom to get ready for bed while MM cleaned up the game, his OCD not standing for the clutter.

Swapping out your day clothes for PJ’s, Butcher approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Good game love.” You giggled, the wine and his scent causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Thanks, congrats on winning. You had one hell of a comeback.” The two of you crawled into bed and you laid your head on his bare chest. Butcher placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Thanks love. I knew we were going to win.”

“Oh? How so?” You giggled again.

“When we stopped halfway through for a bathroom break, I switched out the vodka for water.” You looked up to him in shock, Butchers face plastered with a shit eating grin.

“BILLY!”