#THEY HAVING A REUNION PARTY U GUYS

[connorsui]

When everyone celebrates the birthday of Jesus but I can only think of gojo and geto sharing their death anniversary...

MY HUSBANDSSSSSS

[marsixm]

ive actually put myself in so many situations and seem to come out doing socially well, youd think at some point i could get it in my head im not irredeemably bad

[taegimood]

mj!! i just saw a tiktok thats like "check ur tone before talking to my girl / watch how u talking to her" and neow i need urbig brained delicious thoughts (sfw or nsfw idc!) on possesive/protective!txt !!!!! 🧎🧎

omfg help… instant wet panties 😵‍💫 i hope this is what you had in mind~

edit: y’all i’m CACKLING at these responses i PROMISE it’s not btob minhyuk in soob’s 💀 i just used the first name that came to my mind HAHAHSKSNJ

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yeonjun would not HESITATE.. you’d be at a party together, splitting off for a bit to hang with your respective friends; as protective as he is, he knows you can handle yourself so he’s not immediately racing over when he sees the guy that approaches you.. though his eyes might as well be burning little fires into the guy’s head from the way he’s staring across the room. he’s keeping an eye on his every move, unbeknownst to you; you’re just minding your business, chatting with your friends, and this rando is getting a little too close for comfort, talkin bout sum “why don’t you pay more attention to me instead ahaha” and it’s when you reject his continual advances that his face sours and the name-calling starts. “don’t be such a bitch, you’re lucky i’m even-“

“watch your fucking mouth before i shut it for you.” aaaand there’s yeonjun, seemingly coming out of nowhere. his hand is fixed in an iron grip on the guy’s wrist which had been extending towards you, staring him down — literally down, yeonjun’s height easily surpassing his — with every indication of “i’ll fuck your shit up if i have to” in his eyes. you can tell right away that the guy’s bark is much bigger than his bite as his own eyes are wide, attempting to yank his hand away to no avail, before yeonjun finally releases his grip a few moments later to watch him quickly retreat back into the crowd after some hastily-mumbled apologies. yeonjun scoffs and throws an arm around your shoulders, grumbling and eyeing the area as you just look up at him with a cocked brow and a growing smile, like hello how’d i bag such a baddie ??? him catching your stare and when you jokingly ask “jealous?” he’s rolling his eyes and grumbling about how no one can talk to his girl like that.. he sticks with you the rest of the night, getting extra grabby as you leave to go home — “gotta get your mind off of limpdick lee 🙄” — and you can imagine how the rest of the night goes when he’s determined to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated by a real man 🤤

soobin, bro.. you don’t even see it coming. usually your boyfriend gets pouty and grumpy when he’s jealous, more cute than anything, so you can’t even believe your eyes ��� or ears — when this time he actually gets scary. not scary for you; you’re just terrified for the other guy. this is the first time you’ve really seen him get so protective; you’d joined him for some schoolmate reunion party that he didn’t even wanna go to in the first place, grumbling about how awkward it would be (but then blushing and grinning to himself when you pointed out how awestruck everyone would become over his 100/10 visuals) and so here you are, his hand in yours as you walk around being introduced to his old classmates. it’s when he leaves you with a kiss on your cheek to go use the bathroom that it happens. you’re perusing the refreshment table, deciding which drink to grab for soobin, when this guy that’s been hanging around the table starts edging himself closer to you. you nearly jump out of your skin when you glance up to see him already staring from 3 feet away. this dude (whose icky school reputation you’re unaware of) becomes relentless in his “flirting”, talking about your body, trying to touch your hair, making you all-around uncomfortable as fuck until suddenly he stops mid-sentence and just stares up at something past your head like a deer in headlights. confused, you turn around and soobin is suddenly standing right behind you with the NASTIEST, MEANEST, most STEELY glare you’ve ever seen grace his pretty face. “minhyuk.” his voice instantly sends shivers up your spine (and down to your core). this ‘minhyuk’ is already backing off with his hands up in surrender as soobin goes, “if you don’t walk the fuck away from her right now, i will make you regret it.” GAH DAMN…. GAH DAMN…. the way you jump his bones later is unreal i’m just sayin. minhyuk is quick to apologize and leave you alone while soobin is quick to grumble out a “we’re leaving” with an aggravated pout forming on his face, the one you know so well — but holy fuck is this about to be the roughest, yummiest, BEST sex that you’ve ever had.

beomgyu omfg 😭 he doesn’t even TRY to have any chill. you’re out shopping together and he’s already hanging all over you in the first place, ever the clingy baby, so when some guy has the AUDACITY to still come up and try hitting on you, beomgyu is not having it. you’re in the video game section arguing over which league of legends dlc you guys should download when you get home, you stopping to test out smash bros on the newest switch model while beomgyu’s got his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder and rocking you back and forth obnoxiously — “GYU YOU’RE MAKING ME DIZZY” “well pay attention to me!!! 😩” — and neither of you notice the store employee that had been lingering in the same aisle, restocking the controller shelf and sneaking glances in your direction. he makes his move when gyu gets distracted by something off to your other side, arms untangling from your waist as he leans over to take a look at the other shelf with one finger hooking mindlessly through your belt loop. “there’s actually a pretty cool new feature on that one, here lemme show you 😉” you’re standing there like 👁️👄👁️ when the voice that is not your boyfriend’s is suddenly all up in your space, this guy reaching past you from behind, going through some game settings that you’re not even paying attention to because why is this guy’s sweaty chest pressed up against my back?????? “what the fuck” aaand beomgyu has tuned back into the channel. lip curled and a 🤨 look on his face that he doesn’t even try to hide; you’re both standing there like the surprised pikachu meme for a second before the cogs start turning again. “dude. why are you touching my girl?” shouldering his way between you, arm protectively going around your waist again as he blocks the employee off with his large frame. the guy’s hands going up as he defends himself, “hey, she was asking for it.” THE WAYYYYY THAT BEOMGYU’S JAW WOULD DROP ??!?! “what the fuck did you just say?” ohhhhhhhh he’s mad now.. facing the guy while keeping you behind him, dude’s eyes widening as he realizes his mistake — “uh, i didn’t mean-“ “i don’t care what the fuck you meant, you don’t get to fucking talk to my girl like that, you piece of-” you have to DRAG him out of the store and he’s ranting the entire way, finally grabbing your face and kissing you firmly when you get to the car before grumbling “you weren’t asking for shit..” league of legends be damned, he’s fucking you good the second you get home.

taehyun….. 👁️👁️ is it hot in here already….? you guys don’t go clubbing often, but when you do, your boyfriend is like a blinking neon sign that reads “touch my girl and i’ll run you into the ground 😀.” he hates leaving you alone even for a second, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust “all these fucking horndogs that wanna get with you.” his words, not yours. barely drinks anything at first cuz if he has to pee then he has to leave you alone 💀 eventually you convince him to be more chill, have some drinks, and you’re enjoying yourselves — pressed all up on him on the side of the dance floor 🤤 — until begrudgingly he finally excuses himself to the bathroom. you stay put, bopping your head along to the music as you sip at your drink, leaning against the wall to avoid getting knocked into by any dancing bodies. perhaps this backfires, however, when one of those bodies, fairly drunk and heading straight for you, cages you in with his arms before you can even process his intention. his breath reeks of alcohol as you flatten yourself as much against the wall as you can, eyes flitting nervously towards the direction of the bathrooms, praying taehyun will be quick as this manchild croons to you about how he’s been watching you all night and couldn’t wait to get you alone like this. “my boyfriend’s gonna fuck you up,” you mutter, and fuck him up he does. in a flash the guy is on the ground, reeling from the gut punch he just received, taehyun standing there with a terrifyingly calm look on his face. “what do you think you’re doing?” there’s a warning in his eyes, a warning that this bitch ignores as he stumbles to his feet, throwing all kinds of colorful words at the both of you, before stopping mid-tirade as taehyun steps forward calmly, gripping the guy’s collar in his fist as he stares down at him and says with gritted teeth, “you have 5 seconds to walk away before i shove my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting leather. try touching my girl like that again and see what fucking happens.” the raging storm in his eyes paired with the level tone of his voice has your thighs squeezing together despite the situation, and when the man scurries away, you almost feel dizzy at the burning kiss taehyun gives you. muttering “we aren’t coming here again” as he immediately leads you out to the car, heading back home where the filthiest fuck of your life awaits you 😍

kai tends to get quiet when he gets jealous. his instinct being to close himself off more, becoming a careful observer rather than an outright confronter; which is why you’re taken so off guard by the open display of back the fuck off that he dishes out one day when you’re at a convention together. you’re exploring the different booths hand in hand, gushing over the merch tables and limited edition figurines, debating whether or not you should add to your shared plushie collection — when suddenly from behind you comes a low “damn, what a nice ass.” you almost don’t catch it at first. you almost don’t process that it’s being directed at you if not for kai freezing beside you, gaze snapping over his shoulder to the crusty man stood eyeballing you shamelessly. you’re both in shock for a moment until an uneasy feeling creeps over you, and kai can tell. “what did you just say?” your eyes flicker up to him and widen; you’ve never seen him look so serious. his tone is careful, but you can tell that he’s angry. the man is rolling his eyes and saying something like “i wasn’t talking to you, kid, was i?” as he reaches forward as if ready to tweak at your skirt with his fingers. you quickly back up into kai and his hand is flashing out at lightning speed to shove the man’s arm back. “you need to step away.” he’s firm now, holding his ground even as the man sneers at him and starts, “yeah? or what-“ “you need to step away right now before i fucking make you. do not try me.” you’re GOBSMACKED, is this really your sweet plushie loving boyfriend ??!!?!? whatever sexy protective spirit possessed him, you hope that it stays, because the man is visibly shaken even as he scoffs and leaves the booth behind. you turn to look up at your boyfriend whose brows are furrowed over dark eyes, and he’s quickly asking if you’re okay, asking if you want to leave, rambling out questions of concern that have you interrupting him with a simple statement: “i’m gonna suck you off so good later.” his face turns bright red as he stops functioning for a second before groaning and mumbling all these things about how you should be treated like a princess and an angel and.. let’s just say that you definitely feel like one later that night after he’s done with you <3

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

LOVE how Tim & Kon separately are the two guys everybody knows are like serial daters/kissers/situationshippers with like every girl they've ever met.

And then for TimKon to actually, u know, happen, those two have to choose each other 💀.

IT JUST MAKES ME LAUGH MAN.

Like can u imagine?

MY GUYS KISSED THEIR WAY THRU HALF THE DC SIDEKICK ROSTER TO BE LIKE " girls are cool but bros before hoes you know?" AND THEN THEY GET MARRIED TO EACHOTHER.

Look if I'm saying anything here! It's that young justice reunions have to be incredibly funny and awkward, not for TimKon cuz those dudes couldn't read a room even if it had subtitles, but for everyone else.

A typical conversation starter with auxillary team members you've never met is " so, have you kissed Tim or Kon?" And whoever u meet will inevitably answer one, the other, or both 😭😭.

THEYRE LIKE THOSE PEOPLE U WENT TO HS WITH WHO RANDOMLY GOT MARRIED OK, THEYRE MY FUNNY GUYS!

(the wasted potential of your ex-boyfriend robin and your ex-boyfriend superboy holding hands with each other and kissing at UR bday party is FUNNY AS HELL!! TELL ME ITS NOT CUZ IT IS! I THINK CASSIE SANDSMARK SHOULD GET TO LAUGH ABOUT IT! 💀💀)

[mochism-writes]

°☆Tug of the Force☆°

—PART 1

●type● intro to series, storyline, MLM romance, two men fighting over you, NSFW, violent, wild interactions

●pairing● anakin skywalker & obi wan kenobi x male reader

●warnings● double penetration, unprotected sex, threesome, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, (reader) dominated, crying, babying the reader, aggressive kissing, bottom reader, degration, homophobic slurs

●word count● IDK BUT VERY LONG

edit! : Thank u guys for all the support!!!

▪︎synopsis▪︎ You do not know Anakin or Obi Wan Kenobi personally. Both you and Anakin are Padawans, Jedi's in training. Anakin is 20 years old while you are 19, he is very advanced in using the Force, while you aren't as great since Anakin is a year ahead of you. Anakin has a mentor Obi Wan Kenobi 36 years old, that teaches him the way of the Force much like your own master. Even though Padawans learn the Force individually with their masters, your batch of former Jedi initiates have been called to the Jedi Temple of Coruscant for a graduation reunion...

》setting《 your hotel suite in Coruscant...

Your hotel suite has a futuristic, sleek, pale theme. One wall stands replaced with a large window, giving the most breathtaking view of Coruscant. The busy hovercraft traffic, the looming skyscrapers, the pinkish hue of the planet's atmosphere, it feels great to be back.

◇Your mind◇ "Cologne... tie... socks... what else?..."

Your mind rushes at the hotel as you try to check off the growing mental list in your head before the reunion party

◇Your mind◇ "Oh shit! I forgot to shave!"

—————————timeskip—————————

》setting《 Jedi Temple of Coruscant...

You arrive to the Temple via the metro, the busy train car felt suffocating, stuffed to the brim with miserable creatures of all alien backgrounds. Stepping off the metro, a cold breeze of the life sustaining oxygen caresses your face. How refreshing. As you near the Temple, the front gate is guarded by two male aliens that scan your face and give you entry to the seemingly infinite halls of the Jedi Temple of Coruscant

◇Your mind◇ "Woah... where is everyone..?"

This definitely wasn't the party you expected, empty endless halls. You recall your past here and remember the secret hideout that you had with your fellow initiates during your time at the Temple. The hideout was accessed via a secret door hidden within one of the discolored pillars of the grand hall.

◇Your mind◇ "There it is!"

The discolored pillar is visible in the distance, the velvet carpet of the halls steered right past the pillar, a non-Jedi would not think twice to inspect the slightly off-white pillar.

◇Your mind◇ "Not sure if this is where everyone is, but it will be nice to see the old hideout again"

You approach the pillar and trace your hands along its sides until you feel the subtle cracks outlining the hidden door. You step back and use your force to open the hidden door. Just like old times.

A spiral staircase leads down to the hideout, the air feels cool and dry. The winding staircase seemed so much more vast when you were younger, but now it seems like such a small distance.

◇Your mind◇ "Its been so long since I've been down here..."

The twisted staircase leads down, and an odd thumping emerges the deeper you go, causing a dust to fall from the stairs above you.

◇Your mind◇ "Is that music..? Is someone down here?..."

The thumping is now clear and you make it out as a distant club beat. Finally, you reach the door of the hideout. The door looks completely different than what you recall it to be. The puny stone door now replaced with a grand entrance made of a cloudy glass like material, giving you a faint look into the inside, colorful blurs shift behind the door.

◇Your mind◇ "They must have renovated this door.. it is so much fancier than what it used to be..."

You push the door open and bright lights and loud music flood out

》setting《 the Coruscant Jedi club...

The blaring music of the club and the flashing lights disorient you for a moment as you glare around at the busy, unfamiliar scene. A bar lays at the side of the club, populated with Jedis being catered to by well dressed servers. The club has a hot pink color scheme, produced by iridescent party lights blaring from the dance floor. A bridge hangs over the main dance floor, sprinkled with drunkards and dancers. The entire club has a breathtaking view of the skylines of Coruscant, the window definitely being one of the biggest you have ever seen.

◇Your mind◇ "What the fuck...? This isn't the hideout I remember..."

Walking in, the flashing lights and the upbeat music. Aliens and people in futuristic streetwear grinding upon eachother on the dance floor. Males socializing at the bar. The air feels humid and your body bounces to the base of the speakers.

◇Your mind◇ "They definitely did some fucking renovating huh..."

You scan the people on the dance floor, and a familiar face catcher your eye. Donovan. Your ex. Donovan sits on a lounge couch, two female aliens praising beside him. Donovan smirks as the aliens whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

◇Your mind◇ "Gross..."

You're reminded of your near expulsion because of your breakup with Donovan, you used the Force on him to throw him to the ground when you found out. Whatever. You decide a drink is just the right thing to loosen you up and forget about Donovan.

》scene《 The Bar...

The bar has a familiar theme to a Tatooine cantina, colorful drinks displayed behind the bar. You lean on the bar and wait for a server, a busy scene envelopes around you, chatter of Jedis and the mechanical clatter and hum of the server droids mixing drinks.

◇server droid◇ "What would you like as your appetizer before your drinks?"

◇You◇ "I'll just have some Ahrisa"

The server droid bumbles and whirrs as it ruffles through the cabinets of the bar for the spicy baked balls. The droid finally finds a bag of Ahrisa, poring five of them into the bowl infront of you.

◇server droid◇ "I will be back in a approximately five minutes for your drink"

The balls of baked bread have a savory, sweet, and spicy taste. As you nibble on your appetizer, a group of people next to you shuffle out of the area. You start to daydream when all the sudden a man takes up the vacant spot beside you.

◇Man, to server droid◇ "Hmm.. ill skip on the appetizer... I'm kina tight on money"

The man seems different than anyone you had ever met. He is a human like you. He has brown hair, a clean crisp Jedi robe, a lean body, his muscles barely outlining on his robe. He looks tired, and his sleepy eyes await for his drink. The man reaches out to your bowl and grabs a Ahrisa ball. You now stare at him shocked and out of your analytical state

◇Man◇ "What? You were staring at me for quite a while, I have a right to some of your Ahrisa"

He chuckles

◇You◇ "What?!... No.. I wasn't trying to be rude. Sorry if I weirded you out- it's just that its been a while since I've seen humans, I've been training in a remote area.."

The man smiles and analyzes your face for a moment before laughing dryly and patting you playfully on the back.

◇Man◇ "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."

His voice is warm and a little raspy, he tries to keep a cheerful tone despite his tired appearance.

◇You◇ "Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N."

◇Anakin◇ "Y/N huh?... A classic human name. Let me guess, your family is traditional"

Anakin suggests curiously

◇You◇ "Yeah heh, we even still have an air frier in our kitchen"

The two of you chuckle about the ancient kictchenwear

◇Anakin◇ " So, what year did you graduate from the Temple? I graduated 12904"

The server droid gives Anakin his drink and he thanks it briefly

◇You◇ "Oh, I graduated 12903. It's weird that I don't recognize you from back then!"

◇Anakin◇."Yeah, I was the quiet kid for sure. Never talked, always hid at the back of the class."

Anakin sips on his drink and let's out a sigh of refreshment after his seemingly long day

◇You◇ "You seem tired. Why haven't you been resting? We are on vacation anyway."

◇Anakin◇ "Nah, I wasn't even invited here. I skipped graduation day so I guess it's fair to say that I wasn't necessarily a favorite of the Temple. I hitched a ride here with my friends"

◇You◇ "And your master is okay with this?"

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah he's super chill, I don't worry about him"

◇You◇ "Whats his name?"

◇Anakin◇ "Obi Wan Kenobi, but I just call him Ben for short"

◇You◇ "Oh okay! He sounds sweet. My master is called Rima Del Unabe, but she's let me be on vacation for a month for the reunion"

◇Anakin◇ "Sounds fun. Ben has some work here so I'm just chilling around Coruscant"

Anakin slides closer

◇Anakin◇ "Why don't we slip out of here and you come over to my place huh?"

His voice his deep and seductive, his hot breath hits your ear

◇You◇ "Are you trying to.. hook up with me?.."

You glare at Anakin with a subtle disgust, as if he thought you would hook up with a stranger?

◇Anakin◇ "Is that a crime?..."

He thought right, you would definitely hook up with a stranger.

◇You◇ "Nope! Let's dip"

You wink at him, and he smirks back with his stern eyes, dropping a tip at the bar and taking your hand, guiding you out of the humid crowd of the club

—————————timeskip—————————

》scene《 Anakin's suite...

Anakin's suite has a large living room area on the patio, most of the suite being outdoors. His suite seems cozy and welcoming, the beautiful scenery of Coruscant being one of its main highlights. Anakin sits on the arm of one of the couches, looking out at the city. He looks back at you and scoots aside. He pats the vacant spot next to him, inviting you to sit next to him.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck I love this planet. I wish I could be here forever."

◇You◇ "Why can't you?"

◇Anakin◇ "Ben always has some interplanetary task for me or some business elsewhere, I never have time to myself"

◇You◇ "That must suck.. I'm sorry"

◇Anakin◇ "Its fine.. he says it's for the best I guess. Atleast I have you beside me Y/N."

Anakin moves his arm closest to you behind you and rests it on your outer hip. You blush slightly. Anakin stands up

◇Anakin◇ "No more waisting time. I wanna fuck"

◇You◇ "Sheesh! Okay.. someones a little horny.."

You tease in a playful tone. Anakin begins to take off his robe, not breaking eye contact with you as he does. His breathing is heavy and his eyes look serious.

◇Anakin◇ "A little? Nah. I'm super horny."

Your body warms up as he asserts his dominating tone. You feel yourself starting to get hard underneath your robe.

◇Your mind◇ "Fuck... he's so hot... ugh I can't believe I'm doing this with a fucking stranger but honestly I feel safe around him. He seems sweet but definitely very dominant when he's riled up..."

Anakin stands infront of you, his dick hard from underneath his underwear. He is still wearing his now undone robe, it drapes over his body loosely

◇Anakin◇ "This dick isn't going to lubricate itself is it?... Or do you want me to fuck you dry?"

You shudder at his idea, fucking dry sounds like hell.

◇You◇ "Uh.. I.."

You stand there, blushing, looking at his growing erection while he glares at you with a smirk.

◇Anakin◇ "Don't worry, it doesn't bite."

He teases. You walk up to him and stand face to face with him, both of your heavy breathing brushing eachothers face. Anakin leans in and gives a light kiss to your lips. You stare at him for a moment and then kiss him harder, slipping your tounge into his mouth slightly. Anakin begins to grasp your head from behind and takes control of the passionate kiss, his tounge ramming into your mouth. As one of his hands keeps your head in place, he uses his other hand to rub his crotch, his fully grown cock is now leaking a little bit underneath his underwear.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck you're so hot.."

Anakin moans in-between the hot and sloppy kisses. Anakin suddenly stops and pulls your head back violently by grasping your hair with force. He takes a good look at your face, his stern, sleepy eyes searching your face with a serious expression. Once he's satisfied, he pulls your head down, forcing you to your knees. You're now face to face with his crotch.

◇Anakin◇ "Suck faggot."

Anakin uses both hands to shove your face on his crotch area, rubbing his dick on your face from underneath his underwear. Anakin looks up, closes his eyes and grunts in pleasure, the friction of your face partially satisfying his cock. Anakin let's go of your head and allows you to unpackage his meat.

◇Anakin◇ "Take it out.. that's right..."

You firmly grasp the top of his trouser, and pull it down in one swift motion. Anakins rock hard dick hits you in the face, eager to be free from its prison. You make eye contact with Anakin, looking up at him lustfully as his dick lays atop of your face, you can feel its heavyness. Anakin's dick rests at 6.7 inches long, and has a girth of 2.5 inches, very girthy. Your eyes now look away from his face and now focus on his circumcised member. His dick reeks of testosterone and you can't resist but to lick the slit at the tip of his cock.

Anakin closes his eyes and shudders at the feeling of your tounge on his dick, he let's out deep and growling breaths, eager for more. You move on to his full tip, widening your mouth and enclosing it around his dark pink tip. You begin to suck his dick slowly, his tip hitting the back of your throat frequently.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck.. Go faster..."

You try to go faster but his dick is just too big for your mouth. Anakin grasps your hair again and forcefully pushes your head to the very base of his dick. Your gag reflexes take over and you start to choke. The vibrations of your choke on Anakin's cock really turn him on so he continues to press your head on his dick all the way. Anakin gasps and grunts with pleasure as you gag on his dick. Finally, as you were about to pass out on his dick, Anakin pulls your head off his dick, and allows you to gasp for air.

◇Anakin◇ "That felt so good..."

You gasp for air, Anakin's dick pokes you in the face as if it yearns for more. His cock begins to drip with precum and you start to lick it all up, the salty, warm substance tastes even better when it comes from Anakin. You make eye contact with Anakin as you lick up his precum, licking the slit of his tip as soon as he produces it. Anakin glares at you lustfully from above and bites his lips, basking in how good you're making him feel. You begin to slowly jerk off his shaft with your hands while your mouth works his tip, Anakin moans in pleasure. The door of Anakin's suite unlocks and slams to the wall with a loud bang.

◇Ben◇ "What the hell did I say about noise after 9? I'm trying to fucking sleep in the suite next door!"

Ben's eyes take a moment to adjust to the dark suite. You're kneeling infront of Anakin so you cannot see the person that has just walked in. Anakin looks down at you in desperation.

◇Anakin◇ "Shit shit shit... Y/N. I need you to hide"

You're shocked and you're adrenaline pumps as Anakin's caring, raspy voice commands you. You desperately manage to crawl underneath a table and watch the scene unfold from a distance. Anakin hurriedly wraps his loose robe, concealing his dick.

◇Ben◇ "Oh bloody hell Anakin. What the hell is your problem.."

Ben Kenobi slowly starts to approach, closing the door behind him. His eyes glare around the room, his sleepy posture approaches Anakin. Anakin quickly turns around, acting innocent, his robe concealing the crime scene.

◇Anakin◇ "Ben! Haha.. I'm sorry I was just er.."

Ben stands a few feet away from his Padawan and tries to read his body language, noticing Anakin's suspicious mannerisms.

◇Ben◇ "Anakin. I know what you were doing"

From under the table, you shudder in fear. Your breathing begins to tremble in fear..

◇Your mind◇ "Fuck!... What if he tells my master..."

Your mind races as you watch the scene unfold. Ben puts his hand on Anakin's shoulder, in a kind and friendly way.

◇Anakin◇ "I assure you master.. this isn't what you think it is..."

Ben analyzes Anakins' face for a moment, the suspense makes you tremble from underneath the table.

◇Ben◇ "Anakin, you realize that touching yourself is normal, do it too. You do not need to be ashamed of it."

Your body relaxes from hearing his words.. thank God he's not suspicious of you. Anakin also seems relieved from his masters words.

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah.. you're right. That's what I was doing.."

Ben chuckles and pats Anakin's shoulder

◇Ben◇ "Alrighty then. Keep the moans down though mate. The entire galaxy must've heard you by now"

Ben laughs to himself as he turns away and begins to leave the suite.

Anakin stands in his place, watching his master leave, still frozen in fear from that close call. Ben approaches the door and grasps the handle.

◇Ben◇ "But Anakin.. Maybe you could've chosen a better hiding spot for your prostitute?"

Your eyes widen with fear from underneath the table. Anakin clears his throat dryly, his voice trembling.

◇Anakin◇ "Obi Wan.. I-I..."

Ben turns back, his face now stern and his body serious.

◇Ben◇ "You.. you what? There is no excuse for this shit."

Ben turns towards your hiding spot and begins to walk towards the table you are concealed under. Ben now stands infront of your table, the only thing visible to you are his slippers and his draped robe.

◇Your mind◇ "Please don't look under the table... please don't look under the tab.."

The table is flung from above you, Ben's hand is outreached in the direction that the table had gone, he had used the Force to reveal your hiding spot.

◇Ben◇ "Well well well... This prostitute seems different then the ones I typically see around here"

You lay sprawled on the floor, nervous and embarrassed. You glance at Anakin and he returns the same feared look. Ben towers over your body, he glares down at you, making you feel inferior to his presence. Ben kneels down to your body, his bearded, gruff face begins to scan you face, he grunts in confusion.

◇Ben◇ "A Jedi?"

You look up at the man nervously

◇You◇ "Yeah... my name is Y/N.."

Ben tilts your chin up with his fingers to get a better look at your face. His hands are strong and hard to resist.

◇Ben◇ "A Jedi prostitute?"

Anakin swiftly strides over and pulls Ben from the back, causing him to fall from his kneeled position, but Ben catches himself with his elbow and a grunt.

◇Anakin◇ "Don't call him a prostitute. He's my boyfriend."

Ben shifts on the ground, and gets back up on his feet, surprised by his student's reaction. Anakin takes your hand and helps you up to your feet, his expression now firm and protective.

◇Your mind◇ "We aren't boyfriends... we literally just met..."

Ben smirks at the scene.

◇Ben◇ "Boyfriends.. huh?"

◇Anakin◇ "Yep. Do you have a fucking problem?"

Ben chuckles to himself

◇Ben◇ "Anakin. We have been over this. No dating until your training is over."

Anakin shifts uncomfortably, and takes a quick look at you as if to say, "I better not regret this.."

◇Anakin◇ "I don't care. We aren't in love and you can't do anything about it."

Ben stares in disbelief, his student is disobeying him and he expects to get away with it? He stands there, analyzing the situation. You see his muscular build, and his beard low-key turns you on. He has a "dilf" quality to him. Ben looks at you, and his mind seems to have made a decision.

◇Ben◇ "You're lucky I think you're attractive."

Ben steps very close towards you, your faces near eachother at an uncomfortable distance. Ben breathes heavily, his hot breath smells of coffee.

◇Ben◇ "This is how it's gonna go."

Ben says in a demanding tone. His eyes lock onto yours, his nose technically rubbing against your nose. Anakin watches from aside, he looks his master seducing his hookup with rage.

◇Anakin◇ "What the hell is wrong with you? What the fuc-?"

Anakin's furious voice cuts abruptly, you notice that Ben's hand is outreached and he has used the Force to silence Anakin. Anakin stands frozen in place. You try to object but Ben desperately looks you in the eyes.

◇Ben◇ "Shhh... don't worry about him... he will have his turn with you..."

Ben begins to kiss you roughly, his eyes still locked onto yours. His beard feels rough on your face, and his moans sound desperate.

Ben begins to slip his tongue into your mouth, your two tounges start to lick eachother and you finally embrace the passionate kiss, even though deep down you feel bad for Anakin, watching from beside.

Ben pulls out of the kiss, he licks your lips one last time.

◇Ben◇ "Because you broke the rules Anakin, you must share Y/N with me. No excuses."

With a smooth swoop of his hand, Ben releases Anakin from his frozen state.

◇Anakin◇ "Go to hell!"

Ben chuckles, he contines to keep eye contact with you in a suggestive fasion.

◇Ben◇ "What can I say, there are consequences to your actions Anakin."

Ben puts his arm behind your back and guides you to a couch in Anakin's living room, Ben keeps looking behind him to make sure Anakin follows closely behind. All three of you stop at the couch.

◇Ben◇ "Now, could you be a dear and take off your clothes"

You look to Anakin, flustered, and he gives a solemn nod of approval, Ben is his master after all.

◇Your mind◇ "Wow. Never in my fucking life would I think that I would be in this situation. Well- I'm not really complaining about it. Both of the men before me are like super hot so I guess this is whatever"

You begin to undo your robe, your belt falling to the ground, your cloak following it. You take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. Ben and Anakin are locked on a trance, as if what they were witnessing was worthy to be praised. You look at the duo, embarrassed and low-key turned on. You take off your underwear, your hard dick springs out, but the center of attention, your ass, shines pale in the dark moonlight.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck dude! That's the best looking ass I've even seen."

◇Ben◇ "I call dibs first!"

Anakin glares at his master, but Ben doesn't notice, he pushes you onto the couch, doggy style. Ben kneels on the couch, behind you, and desperately starts to undo his robes.

◇Ben◇ "Fuck... Anakin, use Y/N's mouth, we'll trade off positions"

In front of you, Anakin looks down at you his massive cock tenting in his loose robes.

◇Anakin◇ "Finally. Let's finish what we started, shall we?"

Anakin undoes his belt, and his bare body shines from underneath his cloak. Anakin's cock springs out once more and he slaps you with his lucid, growing cock.

◇Anakin◇ "Haa.. open up for me will you?"

Anakin asks in a yearning tone, he lays his thumb on your bottom lip, and gently presses into your mouth.

◇Anakin◇ "Open wide..."

He gently moves his thumb into your mouth as you open your lips, Anakin's lustful and towering demeanor is too much to resist. Anakin takes his thumb out of your mouth swiftly, using the same hand to quickly pick up his cock and set the tip into your open mouth.

◇Anakin◇ "Just like that.. that's right.. suck it for me baby"

Anakin uses his other hand to firmly grasp the back of your head, and starts to slowly pump your head back and fourth on his leaking dick. Anakin can't help but to let out a satisfied groan as he begins to thrust his cock deeper into your mouth.

Behind you, Ben breathes wildly loudly as he tosses his clothes on the floor beside the couch. His hairy, toned body is the definition of a dad-bod. His abs are defined, and his stomach is wide. His chest is hairy, the hair running from his beard all the way down to the base of his cock, a thick snail trail leads the way to the north pole from his belly button. His cock, fully grown, starts to twitch in excitement, standing at 7.4 inches long and a girth of 3.4 inches. He starts to rub his yearning, circumcised cock with one of his veiny, overworked hands, and with the other hand he pulls back one of your ass cheeks, getting a closer look at your hole.

◇Ben◇ "Hmm! A virgin! Don't worry Y/N, I'll be sure to take really good care of you. I'll make sure to loosen you up so you don't get hurt"

Ben smirks as he inspects your hole, and he lets go of your cheek and begins to scratch his beard. He continues to rub his cock sensually with his other hand. After a thorough inspection and admiration of the scene, Ben finally frees both of his hands and spreads both of your cheeks apart, and licks your hole once, looking back at you to witness your reaction. Your hips start to buck towards Ben and you stop sucking Anakin for a moment to look back at Ben and give him a silent beg for more. Ben nods in approval, his piercing eyes making eye contact with yours for a moment, and then release you as if to allow you to continue to suck Anakin's cock.

◇Ben◇ "Thank goodness you douched before this Y/N. Although that would not have stopped me from absolutely destroying your ass anyway."

Ben slowly starts to press your hole with his tongue, allowing for you to take him in at your own pace. His beard scratches your ass in all the right places, sometimes you feel him intentionally rubbing his chin on your hole just to feel you shiver in pleasure. Ben draws his face back from your ass, spitting on his fingers. He starts to fit his pointer finger into your hole, being careful to pause when your grip seems too sudden or violent.

◇Anakin◇ "Suck better bitch! Are you loosing focus here?"

Snapping back into focus to the front half of your body, you glance up at Anakin, one of his hands holding his hair out of his face. His other hand reaches down and fondles your face.

◇Anakin◇ "Ben! Can we switch spots now?!"

Ben looks at Anakin, he currently has two fingers wedged inside of you.

◇Ben◇ "Fuck! Alright. Remember, three fingers and then work your way up to five."

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah yeah whatever.."

The two men switch spots, Ben now stands infront of you, his cock is already wet with precum. You jerk his cock off will passion, looking up at him for approval every time you go faster or slower.

◇Ben◇ "It's okay Y/N. Go at your own pace.."

Ben watches you warmly from above as you try to figure out how to fit his cock into your mouth.

On your rear, Anakin starts to fit his three fingers into your hole, but not soft and slowly like Ben, no. Anakin seems to be impatient and desperate, he jams three finger in and out of you without warning.

◇Anakin◇ "Pfft, work your way up to five. Why work my way up to five fingers when I could literally just stick my cock in now?"

Ben hears Anakin's remark, but his response is one second too late, Anakin jams his cock into your hole with brute force.

◇Ben◇ "ANAKIN! What the hell?? You're going to fucking kill Y/N!"

Anakin cannot seem to hear anything, his face is filled with pure extasy has he lets his entire cock sit inside you for a moment. Your body shudders in pain, and your ass tries to push Anakin out, but the resistance just seems to make him more turned on.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah! How does your virgin hole like that?"

Anakin flexes one of his arms as his other arm firmly gets hold of your lower back. You are too overstimulated to respond to his cocky remark. Anakin begins to fuck you with a rather fast pace. You wince in pain, but the pain starts to ease into fulfillment as Anakin's tip smashes against your G-spot. Ben looks at Anakin and back to you, seeming to feel bad for you. He knows you're in pain.

◇Ben◇ "Y/N I need you to suck my dick. It needs to be lubricated so I can take over Anakin's spot. Can you do that for me?"

You look up at Ben, his face is warm, and he sounds almost paternal talking to you. He is hard to resist. Through all the pain and pleasure Anakin is putting you through, you pick up Ben's cock and slowly fit it in your mouth.

◇Ben◇ "That's right... there you go!"

Ben cheers you on like a father at his son's football game as you fit his length. You salivate on his cock, Anakin's brute force keeps pushing you deeper onto Ben's cock. Your gag reflexes start to engage as you start to reach Ben's base. Ben rapidly pulls out as soon as he hears your choking.

◇Ben◇ "Y/N? Are you okay?"

Ben pulls your head up so he can have eye contact with you.

◇You◇ "Ye-ah... did I do good..?"

You force out between Anakin's blows. Ben smiles and ruffles your hair up playfully.

◇Ben◇ "You did good kid."

Ben storms to your backside quickly, his had outreached as if he was about to use the Force. Anakin is too busy abusing your hole to notice. With one foul thrusts of his hand, Ben throws Anakin backwards, out of your ass, and he lands with a thud on a wall. You begin to cry, your hole is so sore and without anything to support the huge amout of space Anakin left, you wince in pain. Ben hurriedly starts to rub your hole, as if to massage a sore back.

◇Ben◇ "Shhh, don't worry... I'm here... don't cry baby.."

You look back at him, sensually rubbing your hole with one hand, and slowly jerking his cock with his other hand. He stops rubbing and uses his hand to pull you off your arms, you both stand kneeled on the couch, Ben behind you. Ben's hairy body against your backside makes you shiver, but his immense body heat makes you lean into him more. Ben starts to move his hand to your front, while behind you, his other hand is still jerking off his now leaking cock. With the hand infront of you, Ben takes hold of your cock, and you inhale suddenly, Ben's big, rugged, warm hand feels unlike anything you have had on your dick before. You look back at Ben, his face inches away from yours, and you start to kiss him passionately while he starts to jerk off your cock. As you kiss, you reach behind you, and grasp Ben's poking cock, you can feel how wet it is. Pulling away from the kiss, you start to position the cock behind you at your tip, while Ben is still jerking you off. Ben looks down in excitement as you start to push your ass against his tip, slowly but surely your ass takes him in. Ben lets out a deep, husky groan as his tip is engulfed in your ass.

◇Ben◇ "Damn Y/N! You are taking me in so well.."

You smirk at him seductively as you finally feel your ass brush against his body hair. Even through Ben was much longer and thicker then Anakin, his comforting nature makes up for the pain. Ben starts to grasp your hips with both hands and slowly moves dick dick back and fourth in your ass. Suddenly, you hear Ben gagging behind you. Anakin stands a feet away from the scene and uses the Force to choke Ben. You quickly pull off of Ben's cock and use your force to push Anakin to the ground, releasing Ben from his grasp. Ben falls to the ground, gasping for air.

◇You◇ "Ben! Are you okay?"

You hurry to him, and kneel beside him on the ground, placing your hands on his bare chest

◇Ben◇ "I-im okay.."

Ben picks himself up, so does Anakin. The two stand facing eachother, naked and serious. Ben uses the Force to grab his lightsaber from his robe and Anakin does the same.

◇Anakin◇ "You took my fucking hookup away from me."

◇Ben◇ "Oh! So he's your hookup now? What happened to him being your boyfriend"

◇You◇ "He just lied so you wouldn't throw me out."

Anakin glares at you

◇Ben◇ "You broke my rules Anakin, so I had to make you pay for them. Although now I think your hookup likes me more then you?"

Both men face to you, and you stand there, nervous to give input. Anakin begins to turn on his lightsaber and starts to swing it at Ben.

◇You◇ "Ben! Behind you!!"

Ben swiftly turns back and blocks the saber with his own, the two engage in a heated duel with their lightsabers.

◇Anakin◇ "Y/N is mine! Back the fuck off of him!"

◇Ben◇ "You treat him like shit! He obviously wants me over you."

You watch, speechless, as the fight unfolds infront of you, every time someone swings their lightsaber you fear someone might loose a limb.

◇You◇ "STOP IT!"

They freeze and stare at you.

◇Ben◇ "Don't worry Y/N, I know what I am doing."

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck off man. I'll kill you for Y/N"

◇You◇ "Hey hey hey! Stop you two! Stop that now. I have a solution."

The three naked men look at eachother, Ben confused, Anakin smirking, and you wondering if what you are about to propose is physically possible.

◇You◇ "Both of you can fuck me at once."

Ben tilts him head, unsure if this is safe, while Anakin smiles widely.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah Y/N! I didn't know you were freaky like that!"

You climb onto the couch.

◇You◇ "Ben, lay beneath me"

Ben looks at you, still processing what you proposed.

◇Ben◇ "Okay.. are you sure you want to do this Y/N?.."

◇You◇ "Yes. Don't worry."

Ben lays on the couch, his dick straight up like a pole. You sit on his cock slowly, making sure your ass is adjusted. Ben moans in pleasure with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes in ecstasy. You begin to bounce up and down on his cock sensually.

◇Anakin◇ "That's it. It's my turn!"

Anakin kneels on the couch, his knees in-between Ben's legs, and he positions himself at you hole, already penetrated by Ben.

◇Anakin◇ "Lets make this short and sweet."

Anakin presses his tip at your hole, already wrapped around Ben's cock. Anakin uses his fingers to stretch out the small area of hole you have left, and finally fits in his tip. Anakin's cock glides on Ben's as he pushes deeper into your ass. The pain is almost unbearable as the two cocks fill up your hole, the same hole that had never been used a day in its life the day before.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah!! Your cock is so warm Obi Wan!"

Ben rolls his eyes, but the feeling of your ass and Anakin's cock against his own is certainly the best thing he has ever felt before.

◇You◇ "Okay.. you two can pick up the pace back there.."

Ben and Anakin begin to thrust in and out of your hole, their cocks rubbing against one another within you. Your G-spot feels tired from all the sensitivity. You rest your head on Ben's neck as he contines to fuck you, his breath deep and husky. He whispers in your ear.

◇Ben◇ "Don't worry baby.. I'm here for you.."

He says softly as he contines to abuse your hole with his Jedi apprentice. Anakin grunts in pleasure, his cock leaking precum and lubricating your anal walls.

◇Anakin◇ "I think I'm about to cum... what about you old man?"

◇Ben◇ "I-I'm close.. Y/N prepare yourself.."

The two men thrust even more violently than before, your hole starts to leak of precum as the men push in and out.

◇Ben◇ "I'm about to cum.."

◇Anakin◇ "Me too.."

You brace yourself and suddenly the thrusting stops. Ben and Anakin stay fully buried within your hole. Ben is the first to cum, his dick starts to twitch slowly and he starts to ejaculate inside of you. His hot substance fills you up. Anakin is second, he cums quickly and forcefully, his shots feel like stabs as he cums into your ass. Finally the two pull out, you gasp for air as they leave your hole empty, and you lay on your back on the couch, Anakin and Ben do the same. Both men wrap their arms around you, you lay inbetween them as you all bask in the afterglow of the sensual experience you all just shared.

◇Anakin◇ "That was nice."

◇You◇ "Yeah, it was.."

Ben turns his head and whispers in your ear, his breath hot and deep.

◇Ben◇ "You like me more though"

◇Anakin◇ "Hey! I fucking heard that! Back off grandpa!"

You giggle as the duo begins to fight once more. But genuinely, deep down, you still don't know who you prefer more.

——————to be continued???——————

[nickybloodhead]

nicky I need to share smt with u, James loves showering with you, like, really. Having you between his legs in the bathtub and laying against his chest while the two of you are just in silence after a long day, or venting to you, even talking some shit and both of them dying laughing at the idiocy... I imagine this in any era of James, more specifically the 80s, he's just so cute I can't 😔

shit, it took me a while to respond to this… sorry anon

But this was fucking cute to imagine, I have the image in my head in two different eras. 80s James and early 00s James because I think it would be very different to be in the bathtub with them.

With 80s James it would be after he gets home from the tour, he'd be all touchy with you, he'd have you glued to his chest while he tells you everything he saw during the tour, while he talks he'd caress your thighs, your tummy, literally anywhere he could reach but not in a sexual way (you guys already took care of that a couple of hours ago) after talking, you'd help him "wash off the road smell" but that's really just an excuse to pet him and play with his messy hair, he'd also play with you, putting foam on your head and splashing water on you until you both left a mess in the bathroom.

There would be lazy kisses with you sitting on James' lap until the water cooled down, at the end they would get out of the tub with intentions of continuing their little reunion party in bed.

Now, I think about James from 2004. They would be on a break from the tour in early August, it's also the first tour with James sober so it's hard for him. Luckily he has you so you welcome him with open arms at home to make him relax and forget about the road while he is with you, you would prepare him a hot bath in the tub and your intention in the beginning would be to spoil him, give him a massage and take away the stress, however he wouldn't stand not having you with him so with puppy eyes he would ask you to join him. Clearly you couldn't refuse so you would get in the tub with him, sit behind him so James could lie against you and let you continue with the care you had in mind.

There would be no words from either of you, you would just lie there relaxing and enjoying the skin to skin contact that James missed so much, the only sounds would be little hums of satisfaction from him as you stroked his scalp, you would laugh softly because in the end, James is just a big teddy bear wanting affection and love.

I love smut but I'm a bitch for domestic fluff

[cherrysurf]

Hi there! Have a gd merry christmas and for the event may I request snowman cake pops, bringing small ornaments and visiting santa at the mall ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

I cant decide between these two fav characters so u may choose ushijima or akaashi!!

Plus point, if f reader bought him a gift of pink mittens and if he wears it outside their respective best friends teases about it <3 feel free to change whichever and thanku!!

The mitten confession !

hii thanks so much for sending in an ask! I hope you enjoy this!

The old shiratorizawa volleyball team decided to get together for a little christmas secret santa reunion party you being there volleyball manager got invited as well, you all kept in touch no matter where life took each of you, goshiki was in charge of telling everyone who they got for secret santa. You had gotten ushijima even though you barely saw him due to him being pro you still kept in touch as best as you could. You two would chat or call whenever you both weren’t busy. He might’ve not been super talkative at first but as your guys’ friendship grew so did ushijima’s ability to communicate. If he ever had a game in japan he’d always send you tickets to go see him and support you always did. You had grown feelings by this time since he changed from how he used to treat you in highschool he was much kinder and loved talking to you and made time when he could. You assumed feelings were just heavily one sided and that’s how he treated all his closest friends, so now you’re here at the mall looking through various stores hoping for something that you’ll deem to be perfect for ushiwaka, your eyes landing on a store for winter clothes. You walk around thinking that this would be easy, getting him

something practical and useful for the winter is a smart choice because shopping for a boy is much more difficult than shopping for a girl. Your eyes fall on these pinkish reddish leather gloves that had the inside with warm fur perfect for keeping your hands warm, you walk over to the area and look to find the perfect size for ushiwaka you as a worker for help and then they ask you “so what size would you like to get ma’am” the person asks “uhm probably your biggest size the person im getting this for has really huge hands” you say nervously “ah i see, we also do custom engraving would you like that too?” they offer, “Yes actually that’s perfect, would you mind putting the initials T.U on the gloves” you say brightly “sure thing” they gloves now had

ushiwaka's initials on the side hidden but there, you bought them and they packed it up nicely for the christmas season. As you walk out you weren’t sure if ushijima would enjoy or even wear the gloves but unfortunately there was no turning back now you walk into the house in formal wear attire (dress coded was again goshiki’s idea since it was hosted at his house after all) you go to greet everyone while you had ushijima’s gift in hand nervously messing with it. Dinner and conversation was amazing. Ushijima was really happy to see you again, shown by the little smile he had when he saw you. It was time for gift giving and semi got you. He handed you a beautiful matcha set “i know how much you love matcha so i got you this i hope you like it” he says smiling, you go for a side hug “stop semi it’s beautiful i absolutely love it thank you” now it was your turn, your heart dropped to your stomach now only worried about ushijima’s reaction but everyone else’s. He happy takes your gift with both hands and opens it but only for him to see it and no one else he smiled contentedly and thanked you “aww man what was it ushiwaka i wanna see” tendou said

sulking “it was a very thoughtful gift for the winter that yn gave me” he said and then moved on no one else said anything sometimes ushijima was closed off with certain things so it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. A few days after that everyone got invited to go out for another small gathering for brunch as you seat yourself along with everyone else, ushijima walks in wearing the gloves you had got him. You look up at him smiling from ear to ear, “nice gloves ya got there” tendou said “thank you they were the gift yn gave me” he said confidently as he sat by you, “for a second i was really nervous you weren’t going to like him ushiwaka” you say poking at your food, “why would i not? anything you give to me is dear to me yn” he says staring at you, your heart swells at his words “i'm glad ushiwaka” you smile and he smiles back at you after brunch ends ushijima offers to take you home and you accept, just as you were about to step out he ask

you “hey yn i was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date before i leave again” he says nervously “really?” you say turning red “yes i'm sorry if my other advances weren’t obvious enough after you gave me the gift i knew i had to come clean” he says “other advances? what do you mean” you say questioning “inviting you to my game and making time for you yn” he says and then it all clicks you were right about everything “im sorry im kinda slow on picking things up i guess” you say nervously “don’t worry i'm just glad we got it figured out now goodnight yn” he says smiling “goodnight ushijima”

[moviestarmartini]

Babygirl... we NEEEED brahim x reader where brahim is all soft and subby and begging for it. Pls pls.

hit the switch. — brahim díaz x reader

summary: away at a family reunion for some time now, brahim gets desperate at the drought you've put him through.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: established relationship, nsfw (18+ DUHHH), sub!brahim, slightly mean dom!reader, kitchen sex, p in v, barely any foreplay aside from making out (don't let men do this to you y'all), fluffy ending as always.

A/N: i think i got this request abt a week ago and got STRAIGHT to writing thank u sm for this anon. hope you like it !!

now playing. . . comerte entera by c. tangana

Brahim had been following you around like a lost puppy for the last few hours. Your family loved him dearly; he was a gentleman, so the invitation to the yearly family reunion was imminent. But the questions and catching up could get overwhelming after some time. The adults were outside drinking and arguing about politics, while the ‘children’— cousins and siblings, all grown adults with children of their own, even— sat in the studio catching up. The booze was flowing, everyone was positively buzzed, excluding you and Brahim. He didn’t drink to maintain his diet, and you only followed in partial solidarity, only drinking a glass of wine during dinner.

After the fifth embarrassing story of your childhood you sighed, rolling your eyes, “I’ll go get another glass of wine and a bat to shut you guys up!” The room burst with complaints as considering you should transition to harder alcohol and join in the fun. You respectfully declined, getting off your seat… and by seat it was Brahim’s lap.

Brahim watched intently how you walked. The way your hips moved, the curve of your back that traced down to your ass, and he had to stop himself from salivating at the way it naturally bounced with each step you took.

“Now that I’m finally free, I’ll go to the bathroom.” Brahim joked, the room full of drunks howled as he got up. He did go to the guest bathroom, but in no time sauntered by the kitchen, watching you from the door frame. He crossed his arms across his chest, lips parted in amusement. A tiny smile peeked from behind the plush rosy lips as you hummed a song, only noticing he was there once you’d finished serving yourself the red wine.

“What is it?” You knew him like the palm of his hand. He looked at you with hunger, a passive one. He just shook his head, taking slow steps towards you as the kitchen door slammed closed. Brahim wrapped his arms around you, brushing his nose against your cheek before hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Nothing. You’re just stunning.” He replied, lips ghosting the length of your neck as he pressed slow kisses. The grip around your waist loosened, his hands finding place in your hips as he pulled you closer. He gripped over the fabric of the satin skirt, inhaling your scent. He knew you disliked wearing underwear with that type of fabric, considering it would mark in a way you considered unflattering.

But he kept torturing himself with that information.

“You sure it’s nothing?” You broke the hug, reaching your hand forward and cupping his face. You saw the amusement flash through his eyes, soliciting a smirk to start growing on your face. You read him like an open book. “I told you we have to wait to be back home.” You took a sip of your glass before setting it on the counter, propping yourself on your arms to sit on the marble countertop kitchen island.

Brahim pouted, “Pero mi princesa,” He whined, finding a place between your legs. “I literally saw your cousin hooking up with her high school ex when the party started! They’re all looking to expand the families at the family reunion, why do we need to hold back?” He sounded genuinely frustrated, and for good reason; you would have sex at least thrice a week before coming here. You’d been there for almost a week and there had been barely any action.

You laughed lowly, brushing his hair into place. He looked at you with those shiny brown eyes, knowing he wanted to coerce you. “It’ll be quick,” Brahim appealed for his case, his hands resting on your hips once more. “No te pongas así, mamita. Please”

He watched with panicked eyes as you seemed to really think it through, and all his hopes seemed to be crashing down before you tugged him by his sweater into a kiss. It started out slow, careful. Each time Brahim tried to turn things up an octave, you pressed a warning hand to his chest. He was quick to follow your lead, afraid the disobedience would mean you were going to back down.

His hands pulling you closer, arching your back so your chest would come in contact with his only invited you to turn the kiss sloppy, your tongue sliding into his mouth. The soft whimper he made gave you a smirk mid makeout session, your arms pulled him closer by his neck.

“Please…” He begged once more, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as he deposited slow kisses down its length. “I’ve been good all week. We still have three days left here.” Your head tilting back gave him an open invitation, but you still relented giving a straight answer. You could feel his clothed cock growing hard and pressing against your thigh.

“Let me think…” You teased, though your voice came out more breathy than you would’ve liked. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, that familiar tickle in your lower stomach. “Do you really want it?” Your hand took itself to cup the boner, squeezing it a little only to watch him squirm.

Brahim leaned into the touch, jerking his hips ever so slightly. “I do… Please, please.” His voice dripped of desperation, and you could feel yourself growing hornier. “I need your pussy, joder.” His hand also sneaked under the soft fabric of your skirt, tracing the length of your upper thigh. You peered at the kitchen door; he’d closed it, and it automatically locked. That door had always been faulty, easily becoming stuck. The curtains were drawn earlier that day as you made cookies with your cousins, the decision taken by the bright sun rays becoming annoying for those still carrying a hangover headache.

‘Ah, fuck it.’ You groaned in your head, before taking Brahim into a frenzied kiss. As the oldest woman from your nuclear family, you were bred to be uptight, serious and not prone to having fun. You grew out of that as you moved away, but you encased yourself back into that mold the second you stepped into your childhood home.

“Is that a yes?” Brahim panted as you parted for a second, fluttering his lashes at you. You nodded, and you noticed how he began to pull away. “Where are you going?” Your voice sounded severe enough to give you those big puppy eyes.

“Our… room?” He questioned, returning to your side. Without an explanation, you stuffed your hand inside his pants, right past his underwear. “No more teasing, please. I just want you.” You swore your boyfriend would have melted into a puddle right then and there as you stroked his cock lazily. Brahim held onto the kitchen island with one hand and gripped your ass with the other.

“You said you needed it, didn’t you, pretty boy?” You mocked his tone from earlier, receiving a puckered lip and a frantic nod in return. You cupped his face with your free hand, “The main door is probably stuck, everyone is too drunk to look for us.” You let go of his stiff dick, instead busying yourself with undoing the button and the zipper of his pants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring up free.

“Fuck me. Right here.” You brushed his nose against his, “Or you’re losing the chance.” It didn’t take long for him to take your lips in yet another heated kiss, this time, he hiked up the flowy skirt to rest above your hips. He dragged you closer, pressing his leaking tip against your core. You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist before he lined up and pushed his length inside your entrance.

“Thank you, thank you princesa.” He muttered against your neck, taking a few seconds for adjustment before he started thrusting. The romantic slow thrusts didn’t last long, as his fingers grazed up your upper thighs, his thrusts became deep and hard.

Soon, you were letting yourself go, chest flushed as his hands sneaked under your sweater to grope your tits. “Fuck, these are so gorgeous,” He managed to mutter, but he was barely making any sense. You smiled, noticing his labored breathing, his hair sticking to his forehead from the cold sweat.

“What’s wrong, my baby? You look a little red,” You still teased between your own moans, “Answer me,” Your coo with full of demand, watching as he struggled with his words. So pussydrunk he barely made any sense, even when you dictated he do so.

“It just feels so good.” He cried out, pulling you even closer. He stopped for a second to throw one of your legs over his shoulders, and you were suddenly the one speechless. The tip of his cock kept repeatedly hitting that sweet spot, coercing sounds you had to muffle with your own hand. You didn’t know how much you needed this too, feeling your arousal drip down to the countertop.

“Don’t cum,” You commanded, noticing how he had to hide his face in your calf to avoid making too much noise. The way his rhythm was thrown off gave away his intentions, and your denial made him pause. “I didn’t tell you to stop, didn’t I?”

Brahim nodded, taking a deep breath in. As he resumed what you considered to be a brutal pace, you felt your own body about to be pushed over the brink. “Fuck, cum— cum with me.” You moaned out, covering your mouth as your released washed over you, his own filling you up to the brim once your pulsating walls milked everything he had left.

“C’mere.” You reached out for him once he pulled out, both legs sitting on the counter once again. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, okay? You know they shove a stick up my ass every time I come here.” You brushed his hair back gently, staring into his soft brown eyes. “You did amazing.”

“Hm yeah?” Brahim purred, leaning into your touch. “You? Not so much. We’ll see how we handle it next time.” His voice was low, with the same tone you carried earlier. It sent a shiver of expectation down your spine.

“Can’t wait.” You winked, giving him one final peck. “Hold on— how are we going to get out of here?”

“Is the door actually locked?” The reality dawned on Brahim at the same time someone knocked on the door. “I thought you were just trying to convince me.”

“Oi! Why did you get locked in there with all the booze?!” One of your brothers asked, trying to pry the door open. You laughed, hiding your face in the crook of Brahim’s neck before you pulled yourselves together, only to find out the door was really stuck.

“Perfect opportunity for another round.” Brahim hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck. Only to receive an elbow to his ribs, followed by the melodic sound of your laughter.

Oh, how much he loved you.

[shradsmanifestt]

Hey @shradsmanifestt I have being following you I got inspired by your stories 🩷 which got me believe in robotic affirmations work but I got few doubts in that I hope you clear them!!

It's been two years since my breakup with my ex, and I still deeply want him back. Despite our efforts to detach by blocking and deleting each other's numbers, I find myself still longing for him. The lack of contact makes me uncertain if my manifestation efforts are effective. Our mutual friends avoid me because of him, adding to my isolation. Losing him and my friends has left me in the worst phase of my life. He was not just my partner but also my best friend, and I suspect there may be someone else involved.

Is it possible to reconcile with my ex? Have you successfully manifested a reunion during a challenging period? I also want to improve my academic performance and reconnect with my friends. I feel like I've lost everything and desperately want to restore what I've lost, but I'm struggling to believe it's possible.

One of my goals is to attract my friends back into my life. Is it unusual to focus on manifesting specific interactions, like having my ex apologize and declare his love publicly, Could you provide guidance on this approach?

If I use daily affirmations like "I'm with my SP" or "My SP is addicted to me," will that work, even if a third party is involved?

Sometimes I don't feel like affirming or else I do for few minutes and stop it. Usually whenever u should see my ex I should have a typical sensation in my heart and used to get worried about us will he come back or not . These days i dont feel that anymore I feel he is with sometimes or he will come back for sure no worries. Which is exactly opposite of my 3d . I have seen recently your post to get a clarity what you want right now : I WANT MY EX BE OBSESSED AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH ME

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Does this cover everything you wanted to convey?

Alright so first of all let me tell you this :

What happened is no longer of significance. It doesn't affect what's gonna happen from now. The past only exists in our minds, in our memories. So just leave that there.

What do you want rn? To be in a relationship with this person right? That's it. You want your ex obsessed and madly in love with you right?

So here's what you're gonna do. You know that if you guys are back together it would imply that you guys are obviously in love with each other right?.

So let's focus on that. At this very moment that you're reading this, you have decided the fact that :

____ and I are back together. That's it. No questions, no doubts, no more old story.

If you're together - it means you're so much in love with each other. What the fuck is even a 3p?! Stop wasting time on useless circumstances that you're creating yourselves.

He loves you so much that he can't live without you. That can be an affirmation as well.

That's all you need to do. Don't overthink this. Stop everything else. Just affirm that you and him are back together. Just affirm and persist. Stop questioning if it'll work. You'll never know if you don't try right! What do you have to lose anyways. So persist. Don't question. No matter what. No matter what the 3d shows you. Thats it.

[tincannedcrow]

you're super awesome pls don't die that shit hurts u

do you have any alejandro headcanons? i want to hear them!!!!!!

pre WT:

-actually a chill guy, ofc a showoff but if there’s nothing to gain he’s really nice.

-youngest sibling of three (Ik it’s heavily implied but was it ever confirmed JUST three altogether?)

-mama’s boy, fears his dad

post WT:

-burn scars, nerve damage, handicapped

-family thinks he’s more of an idiot for going on the show than they did before

-gets made fun of/teased at family reunions and parties for it

-ngl I feel like he would stalk his own online accounts for new followers/likes/approval

[trih-hearteater]

Hannibal Lecter canonical fursona is this fucking ass ugly cat — A Ted Talk;

hi guys welcome to my ted talk, today we're going to talk about the Cats & Dogs franchise, which is obviously inspired by the Hannibal films... for some reason.

I could write about how the film's plots are similar, or about references and metaphors but I'll do much better and just compare Mister Tinkles with Hannibal Lecter, bc i think that we as a community need to talk about how the fandom ALWAYS draw Hannibal as a elegant sphynx when he is obviously this devil-looking creature

• Similarities;

1 - He lives in a fucking gothic vitorian castle and belongs to a rich dead guy name MASON??? Like, Mason Verger???😭😭

2 - He's a dramatic bitch like he's trying to dominate the world and murder a entire family just because he doesn't like dogs??? HE DOESNT EVEN LIVE WITH ONE😭 he was just feeling silly 😜 and also crime reunions on fancy dinners parties like u are fooling no one we know what u are

3 - Hes has a autistic crime partner look at this cat i swear to god — THEY LISTENING RADIO ABOVE MASON DEAD BODY LIKE😭😭😭😭 they are manhunter coded

4 - Hannigram cat toxic yaoi angst mizumono ending 💔💔💔 I've been laughing at this scene for hours now help

5 - this whole scene of him being interrogated by “Catherine” Starling and psychologically bullying the other dogs everything here is self explanatory

6 - As someone who has a fat furry white cat, this fucking type of cat are fugitive criminals it is their nature, my cat once set fire to my neighbor's house and came home with his two front paws covered in dark ash as if nothing had happened 🥰 soyeah anakin if u are reading this i love u

7 - In the end they run away too together but I don't even want to talk about it bc willcat did cultural appropriation out of nowhere and I got jumpscared

Anyway, It's fucking hilarious for the reason that some writer just said "Huh, what if we put a cannibal cat in a children's franchise??" And everyone thought it was a great idea, I would have loved to have been there when that decision was made bc it was iconic.

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

One Uncomfortable Family Reunion

Synopsis:

Sir Arthur & Sir Nonsurat have been both kidnapped by Morgan and are tied up across from each other. While they are just waking up and find themselves sitting at a grand macabre dining table... adoring the most unsettling table centerpiece*

At this point, the two of them are not aware of the atrocities she's committed and believe the only thing bad she's done is kidnapped them so far; and of course, this takes place near the end game...

(Basically, think Jinx's tea party from Arcane )

I'm not sure if I should put in a warning, but just to be safe, if you are uncomfortable with the mentioning of skulls (animal skulls, to be exact), this is a mild spoiler warning...as well. If you are okay with the following, please continue reading and enjoy

Sir Arthur: I think we can still reason with her *trying to be optimistic* m-maybe talk her out of this...* looks to Nonsurat* What do you think Nonsurat...

Sir Nonsurat: You wanna know what I think....*Looks around the dining room* I think... THE F-CK NOT!

Sir Arthur: Come on, Nonsurat... Sir Uther affected all of us... it could have easily been you or me-

Sir Nonsurat: I don't doubt that Arthur... BUT YOU DON'T KNOW MORGAN LIKE I DO! *he says in a panic * And besides... WHAT PART OF HER HOME DECOR SAYS THAT SHE CAN BE REASONED WITH!

Sir Arthur: Well... it is unique... um, perhaps she's preparing for Halloween-

Sir Nonsurat: THERE IS A DEAD VULTURE SKULL ON THE TABLE! *Dame Morgan overhears*

Dame Morgan: *GASPS* THE NERVE! I bring you two into to my home and y-

Sir Arthur: You kidnapped us-

Dame Morgan: Yeah, that's exactly what I did I "BROUGHT YOU TWO HERE" didn't "INVITE YOU..." But if you're gonna be a nag about it *changes the tone mockingly* I "forcefully" bring you two into my home, and the first thing you do is insult my furnishing!

Sir Arthur: Morgan, you need to stop this! Release u- *Summons her kitsune tail and wraps around the two of them and hoists them both into the air...*

Dame Morgan: And last time I check...I don't think you two are in the position to demand anything of me *Drops them* But...FINE! *catching them at the last second before hitting the ground!* If you're all gonna be whiny about it, I'll change out the skull~ * leaves with the vulture skull to swap it with something else*

Sir Arthur: Okay, um...*Looks over at Nonsurat, clearly shaken* Clearly she's cha- changed a b-... a lot, my word... that look in her eyes she's-

Sir Nonsurat: She's far gone... I know *feels guilty* If only I had talked to her instead-

Sir Arthur: Nonsurat, no *comfort him* I'm the one she's mad at... she's angry because of m-

Sir Nonsurat: She was always going to be upset with the results... But she would've gotten over it... but she left because of me...

Sir Arthur: Nonsurat *a long pause sets into the room as he tries to think of something to say* Wa-well, at least she's willing to swap out that unearthly vulture skull-

*Plops an even more horrific & terrifying skull*

Sir Arthur: What in Void's name is that...

Dame Morgan: A jackal skull <3, I must apologize... *leans in over to Nonsurat* you were right, that vulture skull was out of place... it took too much of the room's attention... but this one * picks it up with her left hand and waves it in front of his face* FAR MORE CHARMING!

She saunters off to Arthur's side of the table to show him it as well~

Dame Morgan: And look~ *she gleefully says* It delightfully unhinges at the jaw, and you can just~ * pushes the skull full onto her hand* make the most marvelous little puppet!

Bhwahahahahahaha *she maniacally laughs as she puppeteers the jackal skull to laugh with her* Ah, should've put this one out in the first place. *proudly places it back in the center of the table* Alright, you simpletons let's start, shall we~

Sir Arthur: We're doomed...

Sir Nonsurat: Sad to say, but... This is the happiest I've seen her.

~

Guys, I'm really trying to get back into writing the next chapter... I don't know why my brain only notices all my writing mistakes after I post... (those who have followed me long enough know this...)

So I'm gonna try to write small scenes every now and then like this as a little warm-up/practice. I thought a little spooky writing would be fitting for the Halloween season. And also, I want to thank everyone; a lot of people are enjoying Morgan, so I'm glad I got to write about her. And guys, let me know if you want me to draw out this scene.

Currently gearing up for Kirfluff week and still working on a few things for the Oc tournament (I hope to finish that soon wish me luck). Hope you guys enjoy it.

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

every time i check wookieepedia for more kel dor lore I get annoyed at the bit that says the Baran Do became irrelevant after the Jedi started coming around bc like.

a) there is no way the Jedi wouldn't want to like. team up with them instead lmfao

b) the numbers also don't add up. The Jedi have like ten thousand members in Prequel times, from species across the whole galaxy. Even if you scour the wiki, there's only like three, possibly four kel dor Jedi active at that time. Even if we accept the idea that these few are the absolute most powerful force-sensitive kel dor out there, there's no fuckin way a planet/species that can support its own extensive indigenous Force tradition just abandons that tradition, just bc a literal handful of kids in every generation goes offworld to learn from a different Force tradition.

c) the Baran Do also do a slightly different thing than the Jedi - it's basically Force-aided disaster risk/resilience/management shit. The Jedi can't make them obsolete just by existing; they're filling a different need with diplomacy and averting wars and shit. Sometimes their work crosses over, but that's not enough to put them in competition.

So, my headcanon—

The Baran Do don't have the same restriction on 'must be a child to join' as the Jedi do, so they're happy to allow children who get scouted to go off and join the Jedi, on the condition that that child gets the opportunity to come back and train with the Baran Do later on if they so wish. The Jedi are perfectly happy to allow this, both in a spirit of Interfaith Cooperation and also making sure their kids get the chance to connect with their ancestral cultures. So the relationship between Baran Do and Jedi is pretty relaxed and friendly overall.

...At this point, most of the kel dor children who are given to the Jedi were actually brought to the Jedi's attention by the Baran Do, because the Force metaphorically tapped on some Sage's shoulder and went like "hey. This one would do well with the Jedi." And that Sage phoned up the Jedi Temple like "hey could u guys send someone out, there might be a baby Jedi here for u." It's treated like a celebration for both parties, there's a festival and everything. XD

Plo happened to be the Jedi sent out to collect Sha; he didn't know the kid was his niece at that point, but then the moment he stepped off the ship he was Engulfed in a surprise family reunion. His mother, Sha's grandma, is a Baran Do Sage, and she'd requested Plo directly but then kept it to herself, so the rest of the family was equally surprised and delighted lmao.

[galactickle]

Literal Monster

Yasper Lennov x reader

Summary: you and yasper have been mutually pining after one another since high school, how will the reunion affect that?

Masterlist

-2006-

You and Zoë walked up to the school, you tug at the strap of your backpack as it slides down your arm. 

“Zoë!!!” The Jennifers call from a table by the entrance of the school.

You scoff. “I still can't believe you hang out with them.”

“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”

“Popular?”

“No,” Zoë denies.

“Bitches?”

“Y/N!” Zoë hushes as you near the two girls dressed in clothes that probably cost more than your car.

“Whatever,” you say.

“There you are!” Jennifer 1 stands to grab Zoës hand and pull her towards them. 

“See you later,” you grumble, walking away.

Zoë watches you as you walk away, wishing she could combine her two worlds in some way.

You spot Aniq and Yasper up ahead, and pick up your pace to catch them, “Hey guys,” you say as you fall into step with them. 

“Hey Y/N-” Yasper is cut off by the sound of loud rap music.

You spot Eugene's red sports car, and Eugene spots you, “I’ll uh see you later,” you quickly say, turning on your heel and rushing off to your locker.

“Every time!” Yasper curses, glaring at Eugene after he watches you enter the school.

“Dude,” Aniq complains, “why does his license plate say Xavier?”

“It's his middle name and he thinks it's cooler than Eugene,” Yasper explains quickly before Eugene could get to them.

“Was that Y/N?” Eugene stumbles as he reaches the two. 

“Yeah,” Yasper states bitterly, turning toward the school.

“Cool, uh, d-did you guys see the car?”

“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.

In chemistry, you sit near the front of the class, Zoë usually sits next to you, but the closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more she slacks off. You don't have that luxury, you're not rich or talented, so the only thing that got you into college was your grades. 

You were filling in the handout that the teacher had given, when Zoë slid back into the seat beside you. “So,” she started casually, you turn your head ever so slightly to look at her out the side of your eye, “You heard about Brett's party right?” You sigh. Of course you had, but you were hoping for once Zoë wouldn't drag you there.

“Yes,” you state dryly, returning to your paper, which Zoë is quick to rip from your hands. “Hey,” you scold. 

Zoë goes to give it back, leaning in before pulling the paper just out of your reach, “I heard Aniqs going,” there's a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Okay and?” you deflate a little. 

“If Aniqs going then you know who else is going… right?” 

You knew what she meant instantly but pretended not to care, “So?”

“So, that means you're coming too.” You go to grab the paper from her but she pulls it away once more, “Uh uh.”

You risk a glance to the back of the room where you see Aniq and Yasper talking excitedly, pushing back a smile, “Fine.”

The party was crowded, as you had expected, everyone loved Bretts parties. 

“Welcome to my party!” a very nervous guy greeted you as you stepped through the threshold. You recognize him as Walter, a guy from your chemistry class. You smile at him. “There's u-uh drinks in the kitchen!”

“Thanks Walter,” you say over the music as Zoë drags you further into the party.

You look around the party, some faces we're familiar, others completely foreign. Zoë pinches your arm, you look back to see Yasper standing outside, drinking by himself. “I-I need a drink,” you rush off, leaving Zoë standing there by herself. 

You find the kitchen fairly easily and pour yourself a drink. You house it, then pour yourself another one, then another one, “Woah, slow down there,” you nearly jump out of your skin. 

“Yasper,” you smile at him. 

“How’ve you been?” He leans casually against the wall. 

“Good,” you nod. 

“Good. You don't usually come to these things, huh? What brings you here tonight?” you flush a little at the way he grins down at you.

“Zoë dragged me here,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed. 

“It's not all bad though, is it?”

“No-”

Before you could really form an answer, a group of boys burst into the house announcing, “New keg’s here!”

“C'mon,” you grab Yasper's hand, dragging him to the backyard, “We can watch people embarrass themselves doing a keg stand.” 

When you entered the backyard, the keg was already tapped and someone was already upside down. 

“...2…3…4!” people chanted, you and Yasper joining in. Though Yasper disappeared briefly after and when you spotted him you saw that he was talking to a newly blonde Eugene. So you decided to dip inside. 

Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea. 

“Hey,” she smiled at you, her hands rubbing her arms nervously.

“Hey,” you grab some unlabeled  juice mixture and pour it into a cup, “It was really cool of you to break up with Ned, way to stick up for yourself,” you offer, eyeing her anxious form.

Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”

“I know, and don’t listen to the Jennifers, they’re…”

“Bitches?”

“Exactly!” the two of you share a good laugh.

“Thank Y/N…”

“Yeah, no problem,” you spot a mop of curly brown hair pass through the living room, “I’ll-uh, see you later.” You shoot her a smile before pushing your way through the crowd to the living room. 

Yasper spins in a circle, looking lost, but a wide smile takes over his expression when he spots you. “There you are!” he rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I had to deal with something…”

“All good,” you smile up at him. “Do you uh, want a drink?” you point behind you to the kitchen, Yasper's eyes flick there and shakes his head ‘no’. You turn slightly to see that Eugene has taken your spot with Chelsea. 

“How about we go find somewhere to sit outside?” he offers instead.

“Okay,” you let him lead you out to the back porch, where you find a bench to sit on.  “So how’s the band?” you ask, turning to face him.

“Oh… yeah… that’s the… thing I had to deal with,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”

“Well, are you gonna go solo?”

“Obviously!”

“Good,” you smile up at him. His eyes flick to your lips, then yours to his. You lean forward slowly, and his body mirrors yours. Then you feel water splash up your leg as someone’s drink is spilled at your feet. 

“Sorry, sorry- sorry,” you hear Aniq as you close your eyes in frustration. When you open them, Yasper is standing having a quiet argument with Aniq. You stand to join them, “Y/N! H-hi! H-how are you? I’m so sorry about the the drink!” Aniq greets. 

You eye him wearily, “It’s cool,” You turn to face Yasper, “I think I’m gonna-”

“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.

“Stay away from me Eugene,” Aniq states seriously.

“It’s Xavier, and hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but Bretts eating your girl's face in there. Yeah, I guess if you hadn’t slipped and fallen in the pool, that would be you right now,” he winked at you, “Y/N,” before patting Aniq’s shoulder and leaving. 

“Eugene,” Yasper scolds, “Don’t listen to him man. You okay?” he asks Aniq. Aniq stares at the window, where you can clearly see Zoë and Brett making out on the couch. He turns and looks around, spotting a baseball bat, and walking over to grab it, “Aniq,” Yasper states more firmly. But he had already grabbed the bat and was now walking through the house to the front door. You grab Yasper’s hand, pulling him along to follow Aniq. When you reach the front, Aniq is at Eugene’s car, “Aniq, what are you doing? Buddy?” Yasper steps forward. Aniq raises the bat, “Aniq! Buddy! Don’t!” Smack, Aniq hits the hood of the car, then again, then he goes for the windshield, you reach out for Yasper once again as everyone winces. 

Aniq continues battering the car until Eugene steps into the front yard, finally seeing what everyone is looking at, “WHAT THE FUUUCK!” He hops on Aniq’s back, ripping the bat from his hands. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” people chant, and you would've joined in if you weren't so worried that Yasper was going to jump in there and try to stop them. The two bots circle each other throwing punches and kicks that widely miss their mark. 

“Just fight already!” someone complains from the audience, “Hit him!” someone else throws out.

Aniq begins to spin in a circle, arms spread wide, “Hey that's my move!” Eugene protests, doing the same motion and Aniq. 

“What are you doing? Stop Sound-of-Music-ing!” Yasper complains. 

Aniq grabs Eugene's leg as he goes for a kick, and they topple over, Eugene tackling Aniq.

“Guys stop! We’re friends! Everybody's friends!” Yasper goes to step forward but you pull him back as you catch sight of flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The cops sound their siren, and everyone scatters, you try to pull Yasper with you, but he stays firmly planted by the side of the house, watching as Aniq gets arrested.

-2020-

You walked down the stairs, your face glued to your phone as you crafted an email as you turned down one of the halls. 

“Oh, Y/N, the AV guy is here,” the housekeeper stopped you. 

“Oh awesome, where is he?” the housekeeper points to the home recording studio. “Thank you Juliet.” You turn on your heel to head down that hall instead. 

“Hi t-” you stop short at the sight, “Yasper?” your pleasant smile turns into a wide grin as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N?” he rushes to wipe off his hands, putting down his screwdriver. 

You pull him into a tight hug before he can say much else. Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes, “How have you been?” 

You relish in the feeling of his thumbs tracing your hip bones while he answers, “Good, you? Wait, what are you doing here?” he pulls away slightly more. 

You then realize he might have a girlfriend or be married, you step back, watching his hands fall at his sides, not married, you note. “Oh,” you point up towards Xaviers room where you had just left him, “Here? Yeah Xavier asked me to come work for him a couple years ago, I declined but then he offered me waay too much money to turn down.” Yasper nods solemnly, “But weee,” you grab his hands, “should totally meet up sometime to catch up!” 

He smiles down at your hands then up at you, “Yeah, we should.”

You pull away one of your hands slightly, making a grabbing motion. Yasper tilts his head in confusion, “Phone?” you ask.

“Oh!” he digs in his pocket, retrieving his phone and opening up his contacts. You enter your information, handing it back to him. “Cool.”

“Cool,” you agree, stepping back towards the door, “I’ll uh see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you then,” he grins at you.

-Xavier-

Y/N walked down the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Heheh” she giggled down at her phone, typing away.

“Whatcha doin?” Xavier asks, sidling up next to her. 

“Nothing, you’re still going to that GQ thing Saturday night, right?”

“Yeah, why? You wanna come?” he leans on the wall in front of her.

“Oh, god no, The Weeknd’s manager just texted me, guess he wants to talk to you,” Y/N shrugs, walking around him. 

The next day Xavier and you sat in the newly revamped recording studio. “Hey Y/N, check out this beat,” Xavier clicks one of the many buttons on the soundboard, nodding his head along to the music.

Y/N looks up from her spot on the couch, nodding along as well, “Not bad.”

“Xavier we need to focus,” his producer pipes up from beside him. 

“Yeah,” he waves a dismissive hand, “Whatever.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Y/N answers her phone, “Hello? Oh Yasper! Hi,” she rushed out of the room. Xavier was green with envy. He had tried so hard these past 5 years to get you to like him, and Yasper makes one lousy phone call? 

“Hey, just so you know I won't be around tomorrow night,” Y/N says as she steps back into the room, her thumbs nimbly typing away on her phone. 

Xavier panicked, he had to think quick, “Whaaat? Tomorrow? I just planned a meeting with the Weeknd in Toronto,” he pouts.

“What?” her head snaps up from her phone. 

“Well, yeah, when you mentioned they wanted to talk, I gave Abel a call and we set up a dinner, so I kind of need you there.” He shrugs at her. 

“Shit, fine, okay, I-I’ll be there,” Y/N leaves the room. 

“Yes!” Xavier pumps his fist, but his celebration is short lived as he realizes he, in fact, does not have a dinner planned in Toronto with The Weeknd. “I gotta go, we’ll continue this later,” he rushes out of the studio, past you and up to his room. 

On Sunday morning, Xavier takes Y/N out for brunch, under the guise of “celebrating the collab with The Weeknd”. The two order drinks, then Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom. Xavier busied himself with the menu, analyzing each option despite knowing what he was going to get. The table begins to vibrate, and Xavier looks up to see Y/N’s phone ringing, thinking it could be about him, he picks up the phone. Yasper, the screen reads in big white letters, Xavier sees red for a moment, swiping the accept button, “Hello?” Yasper asks on the other line. Silence, “Y/N? You there?” Xavier hangs up abruptly as an idea comes to his mind. He unlocks your phone, opening up your call history, clicking on Yasper’s name, he finds what he's looking for in bright red letters, Block this caller. He clicks it, then spots your form weaving through the tables across the restaurant, he swipes left to delete Yaspers call, then places your phone back quickly.

-2021-

Xavier insisted that you fly into the reunion with him, “It will show them how cool you are!”

“I’m not cool,” you protest.

“Yes you are, always have been, always will be,” he grins at you. 

“Fine,” you give in and let him pull you to the helicopter sat outside his mansion. 

When you reached the reunion, there was a crowd gathered around the helicopter, and Xavier was quick to grab you hand and drag you out with him. He grasped onto you tightly but you wiggled free when you spotted a familiar group of people. “I see Zoë! See you later!” you say loud enough for him to hear over the chatting. 

You walked toward the group quickly, pushing your way through the crowd of people. Zoë spotted you instantly, expecting that you would arrive with Xavier. 

“Y/N!” she rushes forward, crushing you in a hug.

“Hey Zoë,” you pull away, “Aniq!” you pull the guy into a hug as well, he makes a few surprised noises. Your eyes meet Yasper’s for a fleeting moment, “Yasper,” you start. He looks down at you, you reach out for his arm, “Can we- ?” you pull him away from the two lovebirds. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to cancel on you, and I really didn't want to, believe me, and I’m sorry if I put out the wrong vibe, but I did really want to see you again,” you pour your heart out. 

“Then why didn't you answer my calls?”

“What calls?”

“And all my texts never delivered,” he pulls out his phone to show you. 

“That son of a bitch.”

“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.

“Nothing, I-I didn't know you were calling or texting me, look,” you pull up your list of blocked numbers on your phone, “Somehow you got blocked…” your eyes wander to where Xavier basqued the glory of his high school comrades.

Yasper followed you gaze, pushing down his anger, he rubs your back soothingly, “Well, we're here now, do you wanna grab a drink?”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him. 

Except the two of you took your time getting in the school, stopping and laughing at the yearbook photos and making jokes about your high school times. By the time you made it inside, mostly everyone else was already in the gym. 

Before you could even cross the gym to the bar, you heard your name being yelled. You close your eyes tightly and wish it wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again. 

Opening your eyes you look up to see Yasper turning to look around, “Wait! Don't!” you stop him, “Maybe we can pretend we don't hear him.”

Yasper smiles down at you again. “Y/N!” you make the mistake of looking forward again, right into the den of the lion. “I saved you a seat!” Xavier calls, pointing to the seat next to him. 

You give Yasper an apologetic look, “I’ll find you later, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly. 

“Xavier!” Yasper walks up nervously, he shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the blonde, “Oh my god I didn't know you were gonna be here!”

Xavier looks around, “Yeah, I’m just tryna lay low tonight, just kinda blend in, you know?”

“Yeah but you came in on a helicopter right?” Yasper sasses. 

“Yeah, right,” Xavier concedes. You eye the two suspiciously. 

“You know what, we gotta catch up, what do you say we meet by the bar? I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Yeah,” Xavier looks at you, “I could use another drink, you want one?”

“No thank you,” you smile. 

“Okay, BRB,” you wave as he stands to join Yasper at the bar. 

As they talk, you seize your opportunity to slip away from Xavier, and leave the gym. You walk outside to catch your breath and spot Chelsea marking up someone's car. “Woah Chelsea! Woah woah woah!” you run up to stop her. You see in her hands is lipstick, “Dude you ruined your lipstick,” you frown at her.

“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized. 

“We should get you home,” you lead her away from the car a little. 

“Woah! What’s going on here?” Yasper walks up to the two of you. 

“I think Chelsea marked up this car thinking it was Xaviers,” you offer.

“Whaat? This is my car!” Yasper exclaims, “But it's cool, it's cool, it's just- is that lipstick?”

“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”

“Noo, I have to go to the afterparty,” Chelsea slurs. 

You raise your eyebrow, looking to Yasper, you have a silent conversation, “Okay yeah, get in,” Yasper gestures to the car. You help Chelsea in the backseat and then climb in the front with Yasper, “What are you doing?”

You look around, confused, “Uh, going to the afterparty?”

“Oh, I thought you would wait for Xavier,” he says nervously. 

“No way, screw him,” you buckle your seat belt, turning to make sure Chelsea was buckled in too. 

At the afterparty you and Chelsea focus on sobering up a very intoxicated Aniq, who you had picked up in the parking lot after Yasper had hit him with his car. Yasper had wandered off somewhere, too enraptured with his phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Xavier, he nods towards the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. You do, despite knowing this might not end well. 

“Hey,” Xavier starts when you step into the hallway. 

“Hey,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Yasper is bad news.”

“What?” you question.

“Yeah he’s like, a total loser, and has some boring tech job.”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And if I see you with him again tonight, I’m- you’re- you're fired!” he stammers. 

“You can't do that,” you state firmly. 

“Oh yeah? Watch me,” he storms off back to the party. Yasper moves from his spot near the hallway, where he was invisible to you, yet heard the whole conversation. You sigh, returning to the party, beelining it to the bar, and shooting back more alcohol than you should've. 

“There you are,” you lean on the door frame by the stairs. 

Yasper looks at you as he watches Aniq climb the stairs, ”Hey.”

“Hey,” you step forward, as seductively as possible, even though your vision was a little blurry.

“Hey, I heard you and Xavier talking earlier-”

“SHhhh,” you drunkenly quiet him, placing a finger on his lips, before leaning down and replacing it with your own. 

“Y/N-” Yasper protests. 

“Shh,” you whisper, tugging on his jacket to pull him into the hallway, away from everyone else. You capture his mouth with yours again. Yasper gives in, snaking his hands around your waist and kissing you harder. 

A scream from somewhere else in the house breaks you out of your embrace. You look worriedly in his big brown eyes. Getting up, you grab his hand, pulling him into the main room, where you spot everyone gathered on the balcony. You rush over, Yasper hot on your heels. When you glance over the side you spot a body, lying lifeless on the rocks below. The fabric of a purple suit catches your eye and you gasp, turning away, right into Yasper’s chest. He engulfs you in his arms, leading you away from the balcony. 

-Danner-

“So what you're telling me, is you had a prime motive to kill Xavier?” Danner asks you when you finish telling your side of the story. You look at her, confused. “He was gonna fire yo ass!” she exclaimed.

“Ohhh,” you shake your head, “He was bluffing, I’ve known Xavier for a long time, he wouldn’t actually do that.”

Danner raises an eyebrow at you “Mhm,” she says as she writes something on her notepad.

“Plus, won’t I get more money from him firing me than from me killing him? I mean- fraternizing with your boss's ex-best friend isn’t really a fireable action.”

Danner considers this, “But if he liked you so much, and he has such a bad relationship with his dad, you might just be in the will.”

You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”

“Mhm,” she continued writing notes, “You may go.”

“Um, thanks,” you get up and exit the room. 

You don’t even notice Danner following you into the main room where everyone is gathered. 

“Listen up, everyone!” she calls from behind you, making you jump from surprise. “Good news, everyone. No more waiting. I know who the killer is.” 

Yasper looks at you worriedly, and you take a seat next to Chelsea, looking down at your hands.

“So, you all have been talking all night long. Now, it’s my turn to talk,” Danner starts. She moves on Chelsea first, you grab her hand comfortingly. 

“But I didn’t do it,” Chelsea pleads after Danner’s accusation of her.

“I know sweetie,” Danner pats her on the back softly. This shocks you, what kind of game is Danner playing at? 

She continues, accusing Walt, then Brett. Aniq butts in, saving Brett from being arrested, claiming he saw him in the driveway. Danner agrees, saying it wasn’t Brett, nor was it Aniq, since he just stepped forward. 

“Okay, then who was it?” Zoë asks impatiently. 

“The person who was most upset with how their life turned out, the one who told the most cartoonish and fake story,” Danner looks at Zoë expectantly. Before turning.

“Oh.. oh no,” Aniq mumbles, as he moves with her to look at none other than Yasper. 

“Me? What?” he laughs. 

“Yeah, you’re the only one who could have been hiding in the closet. And you distracted everyone with your video so they wouldn’t hear Xavier scream when you killed him.” She steps forward. It was Chelsea’s turn to take your hand and squeeze it tight.

“This is gonna be fun, so it’s my turn now?” he jokes, which makes you tense. “Okay, explain how it’s me? Everyone was a witness, when that video came on? I was down here with Aniq.”

Danner agrees, “You right, everyone was a witness,” then explains the major hole in his story, “all of them said you came in from the balcony, except for you.”

You freeze, as Danner continues, picking apart his story, how it started when he came in to install the AV stuff. How saw you working for him. How he came across one of Xavier’s songs that used his line. The fight with Xavier at the bar. “There was only one way for you to get what you felt like you deserve, and that was to kill him.”

“Kill him?” Yasper asks.

“Yeah, kill him, steal the song, steal his girl,” she points to you, which makes Yasper uncross his arms, “then you say he gave you the song, then release it as a duet, with you and Xavier as your Tupac.” 

“I mean, this is an incredible, fanciful imaginary story. I’m actually impressed, but it’s totally false. It’s all made up.” 

Danner continues to tear apart his story, his fake recording studio alibi from earlier in the night, how Maggie had turned the sound up stupidly loud, the selfie, Brett walking in. 

“You’re making up everything! Aniq! Y/N! Now’s the time where you stand up for me!” Danner continues, her story persistent, yet fully thought through. “You really think that I did this? I was Xavier’s friend, he was coming up. We were gonna record a song together, I have text messages, remember?” he almost pleads, causing you and Chelsea to look at each other. “He texted me, look at this. Show everybody.”

“You know what? Y/N actually helped me crack this one.” you raise your eyebrows, looking on with wide eyes. “Y/N told me that her and Xavier don’t use passwords on their phones, that’s how Xavier blocked your number from her phone.” Some quiet ooh’s sound through the room.  

Danner proceeds with her accusation, talking about how Yasper had texted himself from Xavier’s phone, then jumped down from the balcony. But Aniq had wanted to confront Xavier, so he tried to stop him. 

“All this time I thought you were helping me,” Aniq crosses his arms.

“I have been helping you. She’s turning you against me right now.” Yasper begins scrambling talking about how Danner has been accusing everyone, but with no evidence.

“But there is evidence.” Aniq mutters. “You realized there were security cameras that probably saw exactly what you did, and you had to erase it.” Aniq steps forward, “You still had Xavier’s phone,” Aniq continues, talking about him deleting the footage, copying Xavier’s song ideas from his phone to his own. 

“I swear to you, I don’t have Xavier’s phone,” Yasper says, you release your hand from Chelsea’s, pulling out your phone, as Culp steps forward to search him. Culp pulls out two phones. 

“I have two phones, is that crime?”  Imma Live Forever plays from the one in Culps right hand, your name appearing on the screen. Yasper abruptly stops his arguing, “Y/N?”

You look up from your phone, holding and showing everyone that you had dialed Xavier’s contact, solemnly. Danner cheers, which evokes the others to cheer too, everyone but you, Aniq, and Zoë. 

“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door. 

You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile. 

Bonus (spoilers for season 2): 

A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.

You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze. 

“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze. 

“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.

“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.

Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.

“What?”

“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.

“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.

You continue to stare at your hands guiltily. 

“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.

You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”

“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter. 

The three stare in shock as you get up and leave. 

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more ray facts!!! the band he was in before mcr wrote a song about wanting to fuck boba fett and (allegedly) broke up after a piss drinking incident. he made a short film about a guy who loves eating eggs and goes crazy when he can't crack the last egg in the carton. his wife christa had to convince him not to hire someone to sing on remember the laughter because he thought he wasn't good enough (thank you christa). he wrote a gorgeous song called for the lost and brave which he dedicated to leelah alcorn after she died. the only time he ever played live between mcrs breakup and reunion was at a muppets charity event with gerard way. he wrote his song the great beyond after getting really obsessed with free climbing and used a bag of chalk as a percussion instrument. he's had multiple ... homoerotic moments with james dewees (look up ray toro dancing queen on youtube, tucker rule was also involved in this). he has some iconic hater tweets including "fucking fuck fuck fuck australia your internet is worth a shit", complaining about the new star wars movies and @ing nme after they bodyshamed him in an article. he loves bluey and had a bluey themed birthday party. he also owns a gas stove, which isn't that interesting but it was hotly debated a couple of months ago. his first ever instagram post was a questionable picture of his elbow/armpit (?) captioned Arm Butt. this was supposed to be short but i kept remembering more facts. sorry about that

listen i'm having a really bad morning and this ask genuinely made me smile. thank u

he loves bluey. i fucking love him. also he's for the star wars haters (me)

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Happy WIP Wednesday! I am dying from stomach cramps so writing is off the table so here's a snippet for my update for Adventuring Party: Name Pending.

Chapter title: The First Seven Mornings of Lucy Frostblade

On the first day of Lucy's return, her hair was in its usual braided crown, not having a chance to change it thanks to just coming back from the dead by the combined miracle of Ankarna and Cassandra. She was on her feet surprisingly fast, especially in comparison to her party who have all struggle to maneuver their bodies after a year of possession. She greeted them, hugged them, healed them, and held back the vomit hanging at back of her throat, the voice at the bottom of her consciousness mocking her efforts, warning her she's going to get hurt again.

Then Jawbone came in, telling them about their families went for them in principal Aguefort's office, and all of Lucy's anxiety disappeared. She couldn't remember what happened as they walked, the words Jawbone spoke to them or the looks she received as students watched a ghost walked down the hallway. All that mattered was finally reaching there, her parents bursting through the doors and falling into their arms as she wept for the first time in a year. Coming back from the dead was not nearly as difficult as letting go of her mother's arms to seat in front of Aguefort's desk.

The talk was ruthless, the tension sickening. She held her father's hand the entire time, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And the shoe did drop hard. So hard in fact that their was a small chasm in the middle of the floor. Kipperlily's parents were just as revolting as Lucy remembered, shouting every awful thought that came to their head just so they could remain the main victims in a room full of people who suffered through their biggest nightmare for several months. She held Ruben close and tried her hardest to block out the Copperkettles' awful words. She was honestly jealous of Jawbone for getting to slam the door in their face.

They hurried to the exit, wanting to get home as fast as possible to see the rest of the Frostblade clan when the Bad Kids stopped them in the way. Lucy was getting impatient for the first time in her life and nearly started cursing until she heard why they stopped them in the way.

Forty thousand gold pieces.

For each of them.

Lucy immediately began brain storming with Kristen about their new pantheon and what that money can do for them, looking after the homeless and needy with the sorrow and compassion Ruvina had taught her. She was near screaming the ideas, feeling like her chest was on fire in that warm way when talking about her passions. Her parents had to push her away for their car, reaching their limit and needing their daughter home already. Lucy agreed but only after getting Kristen's number. She texted her all the way in the backseat, adding the night sky emoji to her contact name. Her mother opened the car door for her, and squeezed her hand before helping her up.

The second she entered home, all of her relatives crushed her in a group hurdle, touching her clothes and poking her limbs to make sure she is here, alive and that this is not the same beautiful dream they all suffered through a thousand times before. Lucy tried her best to keep it together, but her grandmother forged a patch to get her close directly without aunts or uncles or cousins getting in the way, there was nothing in the world that could keep the tears at bay.

She was ready to go to bed after the emotional reunion until she felt a buzz from her crystal.

Rubstar: my parents were being weird so i left with their weed and walking down to oisins. how bout u?

Lucy bit on her lip. She could tell just from the text that Ruben was feeling awful and wanted kinship. She looked at her parents. "Is it okay if I throw you guys under the bus to make Ruben feel better?"

Her mother laughed. "My love, you could take over the world in Ruvina's name and claim dictatorship over the country and we'd still support you. Just go easy on the wording."

Lucy smiled and went back to Ruben.

Me: my parents are suffocating me a bit with their love. Mind pulling a hot exit for me? Rubstar: already on it.

A Dimension Door opened in her living room with Ruben's tunes echoing across them. Lucy allowed her parents to put a tracking device on her wrist, giving her one last hug before she waved them goodbye. When she came to Ruben's location, she noticed right away how badly he was shaking, barely being able to hold back his tears. She hugged him close and let him cry into her sweater.

"They're just acting so frickin weird," he sobbed into her arms. "One second they don't care about anything and are all about the vibes and let me do whatever I want but now they are always on me. I couldn't breath around them, it's too frickin weird. I'm too scared to know what happened that makes them be like this and I think I'm a coward for it. It's all just too much, man."

Lucy rubbed his back. She didn't have the heart to tell him it's probably a good they changed considering how his parents were so neglectful that Kipperlilly said they should have their meetings at his place since she knew his parents won't question anything, no matter how bizarre they all acted. She wanted so badly for so long to just grab them by shoulders and scream at their face how could they not tell their own son is suffering. So she swallowed her anger like a bitter pill, and hushed sweet things in his ears as she always did.

When Ruben came down and used Cure Wounds on himself to make the eye bags go away (which Lucy found concerning, though that did not stop her from filing this useful trick for later), they made their to the Hakinvar's with heaviness in their footsteps. Lucy could only recall the first ten minutes before her mind became too foggy to remember anything except a few hazy memories. She does not remember shoving thirty french fries in her mouth at once (a new personal record), nodding along to Ivy's insane rant about how to break into HQ, starting a band with Ruben or accidentally posting her party singing a sea shanty together to her Instagram instead of deleting the video.

Oops.