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badkitty3000 · 4 days ago

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Coming And Going

Five Hargreeves x Female OC, 5.5k words, one shot

This one shot has been around for about two years now, but only on AO3. While I try and make my brain work again and make it think of new stuff, I figured I'd put this one out there. It's one of my favorites, so maybe someone else will find it entertaining, too. 😽

This comes from my "Halo" series on AO3, where Five is married to Vivian and they have a little boy together. It's just a little snapshot into their domestic life, with lots of smut and humor, as per usual.

Summary: Number Five has just about had it with the lack of sexual encounters in his marriage these days, and he just might be going insane. But that's not going to keep him from trying his hardest to finally get some relief

OR: Five keeps getting cock-blocked

Warnings: Smut, light bondage, teasing, Five being both adorably sexually frustrated and also the man in charge, Daddy kink

Five was going to die. He was sure of it. He’d been close to death many times in his life, but this was definitely the closest he’d ever felt. He could feel it in his bones. He felt it in his guts and in his blood. And most definitely he could feel it in his balls. Because if he didn’t get laid soon, they were going to shrivel up and fall off. And then he was going to die.

“Five! What the hell?! That was our dinner!”

Vivian had just witnessed Five heave an entire pan of lasagna straight into the trash. He had been grumbling about the sauce not setting properly and before she knew it, their whole dinner was now sitting at the bottom of the trash can.

“Was that really necessary?”

He whipped his head around to face her. “Yes, it was actually. It turned out like trash so it belongs in the trash.”

Viv shook her head and closed her eyes before exhaling a long breath. “What is with you lately? You’ve been in a bad mood for the last two weeks. Actually, longer than that. I’m used to you being your normal grumpy self, but this is bad even for you.”

Five ran two frustrated hands through his hair, aggressively combing it back with his fingers. “I’ve just been a little stressed lately.”

“About what?”

“Shit, Vivie, I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we haven’t had sex in an eternity!”

Viv frowned. “You’re being overdramatic. It has not been an eternity.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time?” he demanded.

She paused. And then had to think about it. “Last week.”

Five looked at her like she was speaking a completely different language. “What are you talking about? We most certainly did not have sex last week.”

Viv cocked her head to the side, her lips pursed. “Pretty sure we did. Remember? We were watching a movie on the couch and you started getting all handsy.”

Five sighed loudly and crossed his arms. “Oh, I remember very clearly. I remember getting the green light from you and in the ten seconds it took me to take my pants off you passed out!”

Viv chuckled softly. “Oh, right. Yeah, sorry about that.” Five shot her a very unamused look. “I was tired, ok?” she explained.

Seeing the comically stressed expression on her husband’s face, Viv laughed and ran a hand down his chest. “Aw…my poor baby. I’m sorry I haven’t been a very good wife lately, have I? How about I make that up to you right now, hmm?”

She pressed her body against his, pushing her chest onto him. Her hand traveled down his stomach and cupped the growing bulge between his legs. She leaned in and kissed his neck. “Since you threw my dinner in the garbage, I’ll have to find something else to eat,” she purred in his ear.

The groan that crawled up Five’s throat was embarrassingly loud, and he closed his eyes as she continued to stroke him.

“Fuck yes..” were the only words he managed to get out.

As Viv sank to her knees right there in the kitchen, Five couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned his back against the island, his hips already twitching forward in anticipation. With his head dropped back, he felt her hands hastily unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He wanted to look down and watch what he knew was going to be fucking amazing, but he was so sexed-up right now he was afraid that just the sight would make him lose it before she even touched him. With eyes closed tight and mouth open, he waited for what felt like hours. And then he felt her warm breath on his skin and her hair brush his thighs. Oh god, please don’t let me come on her face right now.

At just that precise moment, the backdoor to the house banged open loudly, slamming against the wall and bouncing back again. Klaus burst into the house, not bothering to knock as usual, and entered the kitchen like some kind of fabulous tornado.

“Hello? – Oh, there you are! How are you, my dearest brother?”

Five’s eyes flew open and Viv pulled back so suddenly, she fell back on her butt, catching herself with her hands behind her. Looking down at her, Five saw that after her initial shock, she was about to start laughing, her hand covering her mouth. He, on the other hand, found nothing amusing about this situation.

Five covered his face with his hands, still facing away from Klaus. Because of the angle and the kitchen island, Klaus was unable to see past his waist to know what was going on below.

“Jesus, Klaus! Don’t you ever knock?” Five barked over his shoulder. He was still standing there with his pants down around his ankles, not wanting to be obvious by bending over and picking them up. His previously rock-hard boner was shrinking fast.

Klaus shrugged. “Not really, no. Man, it smells good in here. What’s for dinner?” He looked around, sensing that something was slightly off about the situation, considering Five still hadn’t turned around or looked at him. “What’s going on? Why are you facing that way? Where’s Viv?”

From the floor behind the counter came the unleashed giggles of Vivian, who was now trying to help Five put himself back into his pants. “Hi, Klaus.”

Understanding immediately what was happening, a wide, shit-eating grin cracked over Klaus’s face and he clapped his hands together. “Oh, you dirty little birdies…shame on you! I do believe it’s considered a health code violation to perform such sinful acts in a place of food preparation, is it not?”

Viv couldn’t stop giggling and she stood up, popping her head up over the counter once Five was all packed away again. Seeing the furious look on Five’s face, she doubled over. Soon she and Klaus were laughing loudly and hysterically while Five fumed, his arms crossed on his chest.

“I hate you both,” he grumbled.

Viv tried to gather herself together and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “No, you don’t. But I am sorry.”

Klaus put on a very fake serious expression. “Yes, me too.”

Five glared at him. “No, you’re not.”

Klaus shook his head, smiling again. “No, I’m really not. This made my day, actually.”

Muttering mostly unintelligible words under his breath, Five adjusted his pants once more and then grabbed the set of car keys that were nearby.

“I’m taking your car,” he grumbled to Viv.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get take-out.” And then he stomped out the door, slamming it behind him.

“You better not jerk off in my car! That won’t come out of the leather!” Viv called after him.

They were finally alone again. The house was quiet and dark, all locked up for the night. Viv was already in bed, trying not to doze off while reading a book. Five had taken a quick peek inside their five year-old son’s room to make sure he was sleeping soundly. Seeing that the coast was clear, he leapt into bed beside his wife, practically launching her into the air.

“Jesus! Five, what –“

She didn’t have time to protest any further before Five was throwing her book to the floor and climbing on top of her, kissing her roughly. She gave in after a few seconds, kissing him back and running her hands down his sides. He already had his hand up her shirt and was groping her tits.

“Get your clothes off,” he panted into her mouth.

“Well, get off of me and I will,” she laughed.

He climbed quickly and clumsily off of her, trying to unzip his pants at the same time, while Viv started to pull her shirt over her head. “Fucking finally,” he whined.

Just as Five had tugged his pants off and was working on Viv’s, they heard a noise. The worst noise you can hear as parents when you’re trying to have a moment alone. The sound of your child’s footsteps coming toward your bedroom.

“Mommy?” came the little voice from the hall. “I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?”

“Not tonight, buddy,” Five called, at the exact same time that Viv said “Of course, sweetie.”

Five stared at her in disbelief as she gave him a dirty look and pushed him off of her.

“Seriously, Five, get a grip. He had a bad dream.”

Five flopped huffily onto his back, covering his face with his hands in frustration. Just then, James ran into the room giggling and flung himself on the bed, landing with his knee squarely on Five’s junk.

“Ah, shit!” Five yelled, clutching his crotch and groaning.

Oblivious to his dad’s pain, James snuggled under the covers next to his mom and smiled at her. Viv looked at Five, cringing.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah…never been better,” Five croaked.

“Sorry, baby,” she said before kissing his cheek and turning out the light.

It was a few days later and Five was working in his office. He still hadn’t gotten lucky and it was beginning to feel like the universe was determined to never let him get laid again. Aggressively jerking off in the shower every couple of days was about the only thing keeping him marginally sane at the moment. He tried to tell himself that he had gone much longer without getting his dick wet before, but that was a long time ago and he’d most definitely gotten used to getting it on the regular now. A decades-long dry spell was not something he was interested in experiencing again these days.

Staring miserably at the computer in front of him, not even really reading what he was looking at, Five looked up when Viv walked in. She was smiling and looking mischievous. A small glimmer of hope sparked in Five’s chest.

“Guess what?” she asked, standing in front of him and placing her hands on his shoulders.

“What?” Five put his hands on her hips and looked up at her.

“I took James over to Diego and Lila’s for a couple hours. So we have the whole house to ourselves. Have anything in mind you might want to do?”

Five immediately pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him in the chair. He threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled it tight, the muscles in his jaw tight. “There are so many things I want to do to you, we still might not have enough time.”

Viv smiled. “Then we better get started.”

Five’s hands were everywhere on her body, he didn’t even know where to keep them. First on her hips, then her ass, then her tits, and her neck. He was kissing her so hard he was barely leaving her enough time to come up for air. He wanted her right there and then and he couldn’t wait any longer. His hips pushed up into her so she could feel how much he was dying for her.

“Thank you for this, I love you,” he breathed, biting at her neck and making her quietly whimper.

Just when Five had convinced himself that it was really going to happen this time, Viv’s phone buzzed on the desk behind her. They both ignored it, but the buzzing continued until it was clear whoever was trying to reach her was not going to stop.

Five groaned. “Go ahead.”

“I’ll get rid of whoever it is, I promise,” she said.

But Five could tell by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face that he was doomed, yet again. Something important had happened. Something that was going to come between her and his dick again.

She crawled off of Five’s lap and hung up the phone. She gave him a sad and guilty look. “I’m so sorry. But I have to go.”

“You have to go? Are you kidding me?”

“That was work. All of the cold storage units decided to die and I need to help move all of the samples to another facility before they’re all ruined. I’m sorry.”

Five closed his eyes and groaned. He pulled her hand. “I swear, this will not take long. Please.”

Viv took her hand back and shook her head. “Just what every woman wants to hear. But I can’t. I really have to go, it’s an emergency.”

She started walking towards the door, leaving Five sitting dejectedly in his office chair, awkward boner still tenting in his pants. His voice was strained and desperate as he called after her.

“THIS is an emergency, Vivian! THIS!” he cried, pointing to his crotch.

Viv didn’t answer or even turn around. She just held up a hand in a dismissive way and walked out.

That was the last straw. Five decided that if fate and luck weren’t going to help him in this situation, he was going to have to do something about it himself. So, he booked the hotel, called his brother to watch James, and packed his bag in record time. Not that there was much to pack. He was really hoping they wouldn’t be needing many clothes.

Five and Viv dropped James off at Luther and Sloane’s, with Vivian taking an extraordinarily long time to say goodbye and chit chat. Finally in the car, just the two of them, Five squealed out of the driveway, the car practically turning the corner on two wheels.

“Are you ok?” Viv asked, holding on for dear life as Five turned another corner at top speed.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” he answered, looking straight ahead, his eyes dark and intensely focused on the road.

When they arrived at the hotel and checked into their room, Viv was impressed. It was a very nice suite, with a large bedroom and generously-sized living area. She wandered in, taking in everything.

“Wow, this place is so nice! Great job, Five. This is amazing!”

Five didn’t answer, he just put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt and slamming the swing bar latch closed.

Viv found the hotel information booklet and dining options on the table and started to read them. “Oh, cool, you can have champagne delivered to your room. Should we do that? I mean it’s kind of expensive, but…”

Five had blinked over to where she was standing and held out his hand to her. “Phone.”

She looked at him, confused. “What?”

He gestured with his outstretched hand again. “Give me your phone.”

“Ok….” She didn’t ask why, mainly because he was starting to look a little crazy, so she just handed him her phone.

He blinked away again, and she could hear him unlocking and locking the safe in the closet. Shrugging to herself, she walked into the bathroom to check it out.

“Oh my gosh, Five, come here! This bathroom is huge! Seriously, this tub is like a small swimming pool.”

Receiving no answer, she poked her head out into the room, just in time to witness Five blinking over to the windows and pulling the curtains closed with much more intensity than was really needed. He seemed personally affronted by the window treatments.

Next, he blinked over to the desk that held the hotel room phone, and yanked the line out of the wall.

“Five! You can’t just do that!”

Standing in the middle of the room, fists clenched, and breathing hard, Five looked around. He had been blinking around the room like a madman and his hair was sticking up in every direction. He looked at Viv and then disappeared in a flash into the bedroom.

Concerned, she followed him there, stopping when she saw him in the midst of undressing, wrestling his pants and shirt off like they were burning his skin. Viv lingered in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

Five stood next to the bed, naked and sporting an impressive hard on. He looked at his wife, breathing hard, with wild eyes. “Bed. Now.” He pointed to the obvious bed in front of him.

Viv liked when Five took charge sexually, but this was weird even for him. She wasn’t sure how to respond so she just stood where she was, trying to make sense of the situation.

Seeing that she wasn’t moving, Five groaned and ran his hands through his hair for about the fifteenth time that day, and then down his face. “Vivian, please, for the love of god. Just…take your fucking clothes off, and get on the fucking bed so I can fucking fuck you. Is that too much to fucking ask?”

Breaking into a wide grin and trying to suppress the giggles that she felt threatening to burst forth, she did what he said. Stripping down as fast as she could, she jumped onto the bed. In less than a second, Five was on her, pushing her legs apart with his knees and sloppily kissing her face and neck.

“Ow! Five, you’re on my hair.”

“Sorry.”

“What the – already? I didn’t realize when you said you were going to fuck me you meant right away…ah! Damn it!”

“Sorry.”

“Five…Jesus, slow down.”

“Sorry.”

“Ok, you need to move, because…”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit what?”

Five’s previously manic thrusting came to an abrupt stop as he let out a long, low groan into Viv’s shoulder and shuddered against her. Then he was lying limp on top of her while she stared at the ceiling and contemplated her life choices.

“Sorry,” he mumbled into her skin.

“Uh…yeah. It’s ok, I guess?” She didn’t really know what else to say.

Five rolled off and laid next to her on the bed, breathing hard and grinning like an idiot. Viv just stared at him, wondering what in the hell just happened.

Finally, he gathered enough brain power to speak a full sentence again. “I am so sorry. Really. I just…holy shit…I needed that.”

Viv propped herself up on her elbow. “Well, that’s nice for you, but what about me?”

Five reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, my love. Don’t worry, I have more plans for you.”

“That’s great and all, but if the plans involve what just happened, I think I’m good.”

Five sighed, but he did look a little ashamed. “I really am sorry. Here, how about this? Come with me.” He got off the bed and held out his hand to her.

“I would have liked to come with you, but…” she grumbled under her breath.

“I heard that.”

He led her into the bathroom and started drawing a bath, adding the nicely scented bubble bath that the hotel provided.

“You can relax and take a nice, hot bath. Then we can do some more fun things.”

“More fun things? I can hardly wait,” she said dryly.

“I said I was sorry,” he said, looking a little pouty.

Viv smiled. She really just liked busting his balls now and then. It wasn’t very often that she got to mess with him about his sexual prowess, or lack thereof. He was usually at the top of his game.

“I’m just kidding, it’s ok.” She looked at the bath and back at Five. “There’s plenty of room in here, why don’t you join me?”

Five shook his head. “No, this is just for you. You enjoy it.” Then he gave her a kiss and walked out, closing the door.

When Viv came out, wearing nothing but a plush white towel around her body, she was stunned by what she saw. While she had been in the bath, Five had ordered a bottle of champagne that was chilling on ice, and a delicious looking tray of fruits and cheeses was sitting on the table. The lights were dimmed and there was music playing. And then suddenly there were arms around her from behind and Five was kissing her neck.

Viv hummed happily and laid her head back on his shoulder.

“You smell incredible. How was the bath?”

“It was lovely, thank you.” She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You did all this while I was in there?”

He shrugged. “Well, I figured you might deserve some pampering after that not-so-stellar performance in there.”

She laughed and kissed him gently. “I’m sorry we haven’t had a lot of alone time lately. Actually, no alone time. I’ll try to be better about that in the future.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Well, we are finally alone now. And for the entire night.” She traced a finger down his neck and over his bare chest.

Five pulled her closer to him. “We can take the rest of the evening slow if you’d like. I’m just glad we get to spend time together.”

Viv raised one eyebrow at him, and then the corner of her mouth turned up. “Aw, it’s ok…if you don’t have the stamina, I understand.”

“Excuse me?” he responded, eyes wide.

“I know you’re nervous about underperforming, but that’s alright. We can just sit and drink our champagne, and…talk.” Her voice had a sarcastic bite to it, and Viv watched with satisfaction as Five’s eyes flashed and his smile turned vicious. It was exactly the response she was hoping for.

Before she knew it, his hand was circled lightly around her neck and he had her pushed against the wall, his body pressed forcefully into her.

“You just made a big mistake, angel,” he snarled into her face. “And now you’re going to have to be punished.”

Viv smiled again, despite the feeling of his hand pressing harder under her chin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be bad.”

Five’s mouth turned up and he leaned in closer to her, his lips grazing her cheek. He placed one, small kiss gently next to her ear.

“I think you did mean to be bad,” he whispered harshly. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” He removed his hand from her neck and kissed her gently where his fingers had been. “You want to get fucked so badly, don’t you?”

Viv moaned quietly and started to circle her arms around his back, but Five caught her wrists in his right hand and pinned them both to the wall above her head. He looked in her eyes, then down at her body.

“Should we find out?” he mocked, before pulling the towel away that had been around her body, and throwing it on the floor. He smirked with satisfaction when she gasped. Then he kissed her lips so softly, her eyes closed and a soft sigh escaped into his mouth. At the same time, he ran a finger from his left hand down between her legs and up through her folds. He pulled back and smiled.

“I knew it.” He kissed her again, this time biting her bottom lip slightly. “You’re not fooling me, darling. I know what you want. But I’m going to make you beg for it. Let’s see how you like it, hmm?”

He pressed himself against her, his bare chest flush with hers. With one more soft kiss on her neck, Five pulled back, his eyes on her. He didn’t need to say anything, just his look alone was enough for Vivian to know what he wanted.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and get in the bedroom. Now.”

“Ok,” she whispered with a nod, her breath catching in her throat. Her chest was already heaving with anticipation.

Five let her hands go and he smacked her on the ass as she walked away. He followed her into the bedroom shortly after, a glass of champagne in his hand. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against it in nothing but his black boxers, watching her as she climbed into the bed to wait for him. He eyed her with a violent hunger that Viv craved and made her body feel alive.

She wanted him to own her. And she wanted him to erase all other thoughts in her mind except for him. Gone was the lighthearted teasing, and everyday married life. That was another life, far from that hotel room. When she looked at him, his eyes on her, watching her every move, she gave herself completely over to him. She was his. And only his.

Five walked slowly over to the bed, his eyes never leaving her as she leaned up against the headboard, her breaths coming rapid and ragged. When he approached, he set his glass on the table by the bed and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he said quietly. “Beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Five climbed onto the bed, straddling Viv’s legs on his knees and pulled her body roughly towards him until she was flat on her back. Leaning down, he kissed her neck, grazing his teeth lightly over her skin.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice was quiet but forceful and he gave another soft bite to her neck.

“I’m yours,” Viv whispered shakily, her body covered in goosebumps just from his mouth on her skin.

“You make me fucking crazy, you know that?” Five was working his way down to her breasts, placing kisses and rough bites all over her skin. “I have to live with you, walking around with this body of yours, and I can’t even fuck you when I want to?” He looked up with an intense stare, making sure she was locked in to him. “That’s not how that’s going to go from now on, is it my love?” He gave one last hard bite to her breast to make her yelp.

“No, Daddy.”

Five hummed into her skin, pleased with her answer, as his lips roamed farther south to her smooth stomach. “Good. Because if I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you wherever and whenever I want. Understood?”

“Yes,” she whined pitifully.

He had worked his way down between her legs, but he had yet to touch her in any way she was desiring, despite her pathetic attempts at trying to thrust her hips up.

“How does that feel, angel? Do you like being teased like that, but not getting any relief?”

“No,” she whimpered.

Five rolled her hips over to the side and smacked her ass before letting her onto her back again. “What was that?”

“No, Daddy.”

Five sat up on his knees, looking down at her, contemplating. “I think I need to teach you a lesson here.”

He got off the bed, leaving Viv lying there. Finding the hotel bathrobe in the closet, Five yanked the terry cloth belt out of the loops, testing the strength by stretching and snapping it tight.

“Hands over your head,” he demanded gruffly.

Vivian obeyed and Five began tying her to the headboard with the belt. The material was soft but strong, and he knew how to tie a good and tight knot that she wouldn’t be able to escape from. He stood back to admire the sight and he smiled.

“I like this. You can just wait right there for me. And maybe…eventually…I’ll come back to give you what you want.”

Viv made a helpless moaning noise and pulled at her restraints. Five smirked and picked up the champagne glass he had left on the table. Tipping the glass back, he emptied the contents, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Just to give you something to think about…” he trailed off, kneeling on the bed once more, spreading her legs open in front of him.

With no warning, his tongue was licking a long and hungry stripe up her already wet slit. He repeated this several more times as Viv writhed and bucked beneath him.

“Oh fuck…oh my god, yes…please keep doing that…fuck!”

Just as abruptly as he started, he stopped. Climbing off the bed, Five grinned evilly at her, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“There. That ought to give you plenty to look forward to. That is, if I decide to come back and give you anything.”

With one final smirk, and a long, sad whine from Vivian, Five walked out of the bedroom, leaving her as sexually frustrated as he had been for the last few weeks.

Of course Five was going to come back and give her everything she wanted, but for the time being he needed to let her sweat it out a little. He could hear her pulling the belt now and then and rustling around on the sheets, no doubt trying to get some kind of satisfaction or friction between her legs. Five wasn’t sure how long he was going to let her suffer, but at least long enough for him to enjoy another glass of champagne.

He took his time, leisurely sipping his cocktail. The thought of her in there, tied up, naked, and dripping wet for him had him rock-hard again. Gulping down the last of his drink, he decided enough was enough. Stripping off his underwear, he gradually made his way back to the bedroom.

Vivian’s entire body was flushed pink with arousal and her chest was heaving when she saw Five come back. Her breathing became down right ragged when she saw he was completely naked now.

“Have you learned your lesson, now?” he mocked.

“Yes, I swear.”

“Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me hard. Please,” she whimpered pathetically.

Five smiled with satisfaction and joined her on the bed, wanting nothing more than to fulfill her request. He laid his body over hers, holding himself over her on his forearms as he kissed her neck and shoulders. Viv had already spread her legs underneath him and was thrusting her hips up to meet him as she inhaled loudly from his kisses.

He didn’t untie her, but he did start fucking her. Thrusting himself inside of her in one rough motion, he fisted his hand in her hair as she moaned from the long-awaited sensation.

“Oh god, Five!” she cried out.

As he increased his intensity and forcefulness, he emitted a low, growling noise and spoke low next to her ear.

“Don’t ever make me wait that long to fuck you again, do you understand?”

“Yes…oh fuck…yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” he purred before slamming into her with all the force he could manage.

Viv’s head was thrown back and she pulled against the belt around her wrists, intense cries rolling out of her.

Five gave a low, rough grunt with each thrust into her. Finally having enough, he reached up and quickly undid the knot in the belt as only he knew how. With her hands free, Viv began clutching and scraping at Five’s back and shoulders, fingers digging hard into his skin.

“I love you so much, angel,” Five groaned before kissing her hard on the mouth.

“I love you, too, Five…” she answered with a long, pleading sob as she came, her body shuddering and spasming beneath him.

With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her nails scratching lines down his back, Five let go with an animalistic growl, spilling inside of her with one final pump.

“Fuck, Vivie…” he panted, still holding himself over her as their bodies finished shaking.

“Uh-huh,” she answered back, unable to complete a full sentence.

After pulling out and rolling onto his side, Five looked at his wife lying next to him, his head propped up with one hand. Her hair was a mess and her skin was still flushed. She continued to try and catch her breath as she looked over at him and smiled. Then she laughed.

“I think you definitely made up for earlier with that one,” she teased.

“How about we don’t talk about that ever again,” he said, one eyebrow raised.

Viv smirked and shrugged. “We’ll see. I like to have a little leverage over you once in a while. Something I can use for blackmail if I need it.”

Five narrowed his eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game here, darling.”

She reached over and lightly ran the back of her finger down his jaw. “Baby, don’t you know by now? I invented the game. You’re just the unwitting participant.”

Then she kissed him, letting him grab her tightly and pull her in close to him, smacking her ass in the process. Even though Five was pretty sure he wasn’t going to die from lack of sex anymore, he didn’t really want to take that chance. And he was determined to make it a long night for both of them.

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sapphic-suchoripterus · 2 years ago

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why is it that Vivziepop can make two very successful cartoons and have thousands and thousands of loyal fans and still be angry at criticism

Like, girl your work has millions of views and has heavy subject matter portrayed with sincerity and seriousness and you expect everyone to blindly praise it all the time?

"OH well no one criticizing her has ever made a show before" yeah I know, some of us have other obligations and may not have enough resources for that.

Other people may not have made a show yet but are working their way up, figuring out how to write a good story and characters by examining the good AND bad aspects of other shows. You really gonna tell them to stop doing that?

Idk, it seems like whenever there's a major criticism against Viv or one of her projects, her stans have to jump out and act like meat shields for her, it's so overdramatic and ridiculous.

#vivziepop criticism #sof squawks #helluva boss criticism #hazbin critique

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pawzofchaos · 11 months ago

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Sooo, why hognose? (just curious)

GLAD YOU ASKED (someone else reblogged my post asking abt the rant so here it is if you find it)

Starting off w appearance, Pentious doesn’t have much of a snoot in his official design, but he’s got a bit of a curve that can be seen as a hognose

It is said that hognoses aren’t venomous, but give off the appearance to ward off predators, often striking the air with their mouths closed towards opponents to ward them off while flaring up their faux hood. It would make sense, since Pentious doesn’t like hands on fighting and would rather use his weapons rather than his body. (Also I know Viv said that he IS venomous but he doesn’t like to use it often so shhhh it counts)

It is also said that hognoses will “play possum”, so to speak, in order to get predators to leave them alone (dramatic little guys)

y’know who else faints and “plays dead” in an overdramatic fashion?

That’s right

ALSO small thing, but hognoses can imitate the rattle of rattlesnakes and also use it to ward of predators, and sometimes we can hear Pentious making rattle noises when he talks

He also just has a similar color scheme and pattern to hognose snakes (those lil spots look like eyes, don’t they?)

But el oh el, just a redesign headcanon, but I love it and it’s rlly fun snakes are awesome hit that subscribe button👍

#sir pentious #hazbin hotel #headcanon #mike says shit #rant #ask #answer

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firecrackerhh · 5 months ago

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I’m not sure how that makes SVA a good school if they literally just ignored the existence of one of their classmates until it became more advantageous for them.

Ngl considering that SVA is a fucking art school I have a strong feeling a lot of the students in that school are probably fucking egocentric cliquey bitches anyway. As most artists are.

Also oh my god the comparison to Walt Disney Lmfao, ok Motherfucker calm the fuck down, Viv isn’t that fucking influential and I doubt she’ll ever be, she isn’t a fucking household name or something.

I’m not insulting Viv here I just think some people like being overdramatic about her popularity. Bet when Hazbin’s and Helluva’s over she’ll just ride off the clout of its success for a bit before going back to YouTube. At least for a loooong while. Which makes all the whining about her all the more fucking pathetic.

I can’t see the future so who knows what’s in store, I just think the people who don’t like her are whiny crybabies who need to get over themselves.

By all means, do continue this whiny bullshit, it just makes her more popular if anything. If you hate the bitch so bad, ignore her.

#tis i the werebitch

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biografter · 1 year ago

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from project-anomaly’s comments:

-she very recently reposted art made by a Neo Nazi and blocked the people who called her out on it. Before then, she made a Nazi sausage party oc and drew fanart of someone who was pretty openly supportive of that ideology.

-said in someone’s discord DMs that being transmasc was a trend spurred on by overdramatic white girls. She also gives her transfem character, Sally Mae, almost zero screentime and fetishizes her merch, and her only transmasc character was trans in the concept art but made cis in the show. He doesn’t even have any lines or a name stated within the show (the concepts reveal his name as Cole iirc).

-her character Barbie Wire was shown grooming a teenager. Viv tried saying on twitter that he was 18, but one, his voice hasn’t even dropped yet, and two, even if he was 18, barb is 30, so it’s still creepy as hell. Also the pedophilia is played off as a joke and they try making barb seem sympathetic, which…fucking ew.

I don’t like VivziePop, but PLEASE do NOT attack Glitch for bringing her into Glitch expo. It’s very likely that they don’t know what she’s done or what she’s like, and she’s a very big person in the indie animation community, so it’d make sense to invite her.

I don’t like it either, but I feel that it was inevitable.

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fuzzywhatzitinvasion · 4 years ago

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lowkey i love hazbin hotel/helluva boss so if u cant stand ppl liking it then it might be a good plan to unfollow/block me

#like the viv allegations vary from lies to overdramatizations #im sick of ppl blaming her for shit she didnt even do

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lordzukosnosehair · 28 days ago

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I KISS MY GIRLFRIEND AUGH I AM SO SICK OF FACETIME I WANT FACE TIME

We’re getting breakfast Sunday :3

#Vivs overdramatics #personal life lmao

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just-being-leonest · 2 years ago

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Okayyy live blog of sorts for the season 2 episode 2 let’s look at the train wreck

“So yes it’s intended for mature audiences” then write for mature audiences.

Why is Stolas narrating.

What the fuck is this timeline??? Is Stella divorcing him, moving out... what????

Well Octavia got her mother’s anger

I asked my brother why she looked so weird and he replied that they did a 3/4ths view on her muzzle and mouth while a front facing view of her forehead. Also the hair looks like play-doh

Also her eye on top of her hair is bugging me

Whyyyy is Moxxie giving Blitz a pep talk??? This is more in character for Millie!

Still with the fat jokes...? Seriously? It doesn’t even make sense considering Viv is allergic to making fat characters. Or any characters that don’t look like sticks :/

Hello bland as fuck human disguises. Do they have the same color palette? Seriously?

Okay why is Moxxie acting like a whiny bitch??? Like this is overdramatic

.......They seriously made a Brandon Rogers joke? That’s... shockingly unfunny

That producer's voice is shit. Same with the disguise for Blitz

Does no one notice the tail or horns?

Unrealistic situations go brrrrr

I don’t need horny stoliz I’m more invested in Octavia

Wait

Why did Loona just outright post about being on Earth.

what are the rules of Hell??

Why is a hellhound running a hellhound adoption center what are the fucking rules here Viv

ya know the adoption center being like a shitty kennel seems a little uncouth imo. Idk maybe it’s just me

Okay why is her hair now covering her eyes. What.

The fuck is this hair?

Honestly... too much Stoliz and not enough Loona and Octavia. Jesus Christ

Gonna be honest, skipped through all the M&M scenes and a good chunk of the Blitz scenes :/

It was.. eh. I feel like the animation is really dropping in quality.

#helluva boss critical #helluva critique #helluva boss critique #helluva critical #Leon speaks

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chaifootsteps · 5 months ago

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just to elaborate more on my point: no, I don't think Viv is a good person.

Yes, I'm still a fan of her work and enjoy pretty much most of it, which is why I think your takes on the writing are very terrible, but I don't think Viv is a good person, yet, your reactions and comments are annoying and feels extremely overdramatized, simply because of the fact that Viv is far from being the worst person on the internet.

Yes, she's bad, but not the worst, I've been around for so long and seen so much worse shit that doesn't get half the reactions that it's just annoying. And of course, not counting the many criminal titles that ppl try to put on her head (on twitter, of course it's on twitter, where else) that are false (no, Viv is not a nazi zoo pedo). I find this whole situation a big pile of shit, the only enjoyment I can take out of this are her shows, nothing else. Anyone else can get fucked with all due respect.

Everyone just sucks.

"I don't think Viv is a good person but your reactions and comments are annoying and overdramatized because you said Viv isn't a good person--"

You seem angry and overstimulated. This blog sees a ton of HH/HB fans in the inbox and they're always welcome as long as they're capable of conducting themselves without piddling a tinkle, which you clearly aren't.

#Anonymous #vivziepop fandom #viv stuff #actual blog post #laughing at dumb vivzie stans

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 2 years ago

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I'm not certain but I'm about 80% sure that's Vivienne's ex from the chandelier heist? The one who she stole and bolted from because she was sure that the ex was going to betray her and bolt with all their stolen stuff first, so she spent ages tearing herself up over it like "she'll hate me, I betrayed her" and years later it turns out the ex is mostly unbothered and is just like "eh, that's business" while Viv's been doing her overdramatic angsting.

We have confirmation that she is Vivienne's ex from Season 2 and that her name is Francesca lol Thank you guys ♥️ - Mod Runa

#answered #anonymous #explorya88 #thetinysquirrelspell

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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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Dye Day Disasters Part Two

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 1,594

Warnings: Mentions of spicy times, but nothing explicit.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Three months after you and Dio dye your hair for the first time, he makes a deal with you. You can go with him when he visits his sister if he gets to pick your next hair color. I’m sure that won’t be a decision you regret, right? (Spoiler alert, it isn’t.)

A/N: This is a shameless continuation of a story I posted yesterday, Dye Day Disasters. I have no shame and apparently no self control either. Oops.

You sighed, kicking your feet and waiting. You’d never been good at waiting, but with Dio, waiting patiently got you rewarded, so you were willing to sit by the door and simply wait.

Dio had gone out to the store for dyes and other stuff, and you and him had struck a bargain before he had left. You were both headed out to visit his sister, and he agreed that he’d take you with him for the visit if and only if he got to pick your hair color this time around. You’d relented. In the months since Dio had dyed your hair the first time, you’d gone through plenty of colors, your favorite still being the deep teal with blue streaks that made you look like a mermaid. But now, the fate of your hair was in Dio’s hands.

The door opened, and you eagerly jumped up, seeing Dio walk in with the bag of goodies. “Were you waiting on the floor for me?”

“No!” You lied, hugging Dio tightly. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

Dio smiled, putting the bag down. “Calm down darling. Everly knows we’ll probably be late.”

You pouted. “We won’t be late!”

Grabbing your hands, Dio leaned in close. “Oh really? Because you do get a reward for sitting pretty while I was gone.”

So you were definitely going to be late. Dio rewarded you while you both showered, staying in until the water ran freezing. After that, you had to take care in covering the budding bruises Dio left all over your skin. Yeah, definitely going to be late.

And you were. Thankfully, not by much. Everly, who you’d only met once or twice, was eager to see you, happily hugging you and smiling when you winced at her tight embrace. “Oh honey,” she said. “Did Dio ruin you last night?”

“This morning,” you admitted sheepishly. “I’m gonna get even with him, I swear.”

Everly laughed. “Well, come in!”

You followed her through her house, Dio behind you. Everly chatted to you both, leading you into the garage, which was set up like a one man salon.

“This is where I do most of my work,” she said. “And if I’m not wrong, Dio texted me and told me we’d be using it.”

Dio nodded. “Just dyeing,” he said. “Nothing ridiculous.”

Everly groaned overdramatically. “Fine,” she said. “But, and do remind me to show off the photos, you looked so fun with bubblegum pink hair. Who’s first?”

Dio pointed to you. “They need bleach.”

You grinned. “Yeah. Learned that one the hard way. I was orange for a while when we tried to go from yellow to red.”

“That’s just basic color theory,” Everly said, pointing to the chair. “Sit. What color are we doing?”

Dio pulled Everly aside and showed her the dye, and she eagerly nodded. “Oh that’ll look so good!” She said happily, turning back to you. “But definitely bleach first, to make it pop.”

Still in the dark about your hair color, you said a silent goodbye to the slightly faded navy blue color you had now while Everly pulled a towel that was already bleach stained across your shoulders. “So,” she said, grabbing a bottle of bleach and measuring a decent amount into a bowl. “How goes it baby brother?”

Rolling his eyes at the baby brother comment, Dio began to tell Everly about life. You added bits when he missed something or said something wrong, but you mostly just listened as Everly bleached your hair.

Finally, once you were fairly certain you were going to fall asleep, Everly put the bleach bowl down and nodded. “Alrighty,” she said. “C’mon up now. I gotta fix all of that.” She gestured in Dio’s general direction and you suppressed a smile. “And it might take a while.”

You stood and Dio took your place, shedding his jacket and watching Everly in the mirror. “Have you talked to Brynn recently?”

Everly shrugged. “Yeah. She was here a few weeks ago,” she said, shaking out a cape and pulling it over Dio’s shoulders. “She’s doing well. We went dress shopping.”

Dio nodded, putting his chin to his chest when Everly pushed his head down. “That’s good,” he said.

“Yeah,” Everly agreed. “Oh, and Viv says hi. I saw her yesterday. She was disappointed she couldn’t see you.”

“She lives down the street from me,” Dio said. “She can literally walk to my apartment and visit.”

Everly laughed. “You know Viv. She won’t do it.”

Dio rolled his eyes, and you smiled. Sometimes you forgot how well Dio got along with his sisters.

“Okay baby bro,” Everly said, ruffling Dio’s hair once she was done, in her words, neatening him up. “Hop up. It ain’t your turn anymore.”

She didn’t make Dio get up, mostly because you and him didn’t need to swap places yet. Instead, she sat you in front of a sink and rinsed the bleach away, humming. “So,” she said, looking down at you. “When’s he gonna propose?”

You heard Dio drop something, and you almost knocked your head on the side of the sink in shock. “What?”

Everly laughed. “You two have been together for ages,” she said. “And when I mentioned I was seeing Dio, mom made me promise to ask when you two were getting married.”

“Everly, I will stab you with something,” Dio said, sounding strained.

“And we have not been together for ages,” you added. “It’s been two years.”

Everly rolled her eyes. “You’ve known each other for almost five though,” she said.

“Still not getting married!” You said, and Everly smiled.

“Okay, okay, I’m just the messenger,” she said, wrapping your head in a towel. “Dio. Up.”

Dio stood, sitting where you’d just been while you took his place. Everly dried your hair, asking Dio to turn some music on while she worked. He did, hooking her phone up to an aux cord and immediately flinching at her selection of music. “ABBA? Really?”

“Excuse you!” Everly said over the hair dryer. “ABBA is excellent!”

Dio said nothing, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see him tapping his foot along to the music.

“Finally, the fun part,” Everly said eagerly, turning the chair around so you couldn’t see yourself in the mirror. “Dio, wanna help?”

Dio eagerly got up, standing on your left while Everly took your right.

“Is it gonna be half-and-half again?” You asked. Dio shushed you, putting on gloves and beginning to carefully section your hair. So that was a yes.

Everly mixed the colors behind you, handing Dio a bowl and smiling. “Here we go.”

Between Everly and Dio, the process was much quicker than it was at home. Everly was done first, and began to prep Dio’s black dye while he finished up his side of your head.

Finally, when your hair was entirely coated in dye, you stood so Dio could sit. You tried to sneak a peek in the mirror exactly once, and found yourself unsuccessful and completely deterred from doing it again. Unsuccessful because Everly had put a black towel around your head and deterred because Dio pinched your thigh really hard. “No peeking.”

You pouted, making a very dignified face at Dio and humming along to ‘Killer Queen’ while Everly worked black dye into Dio’s hair.

Finally, he joined you, and you pouted in his direction.

“What?”

“You pinched me!”

Dio smiled. “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

Your pout disappeared. “Can I pinch you back?”

Sighing, Dio bared his arm, and you pinched the sensitive skin on the inside of his elbow. He didn’t even flinch.

“You’re both dorks!” Everly said from across the room.

You smiled, standing up and plopping back down on Dio’s lap, leaning against his chest. He immediately accommodated for you, shifting so you’d both be comfortable.

“Yeah, dorks,” Everly decided, sitting in her chair and swinging around slowly. She held up her phone. “Say hi to Viv.”

You both waved to the phone, and Everly sent the video. “Alright. Forty five minutes. Are y’all in the mood for a movie?”

The answer was yes, mostly because Everly put on Corpse Bride. It was one of Dio’s favorites, so you two stayed cuddled up and watched the first half of the movie. When Everly’s timer went off, you reluctantly stood and stretched, sitting at the sink again and damn near falling asleep as she rinsed the excess dye out.

After a very lengthy blow dry session where Dio was adamant you still couldn’t look, you were allowed to turn around.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, finally seeing your hair. “Dio, I love it!”

Dio smiled. “I knew you would.”

Your hair, which had been navy at the start of this ordeal, was now split between baby blue and a paler pink, reminding you of cotton candy.

Everly grinned. “He picked well. I have to say, not everyone can pull these colors off.”

After that, Dio’s hair was washed and dried, and Everly made good on her promise to send you home with Polaroids of Dio with highlighter pink hair. You waved goodbye, promising to come back soon.

“Did you have fun today?” Dio asked as you two got in the car to go home.

“Yeah,” you said, yawning. “I’m exhausted though.”

Dio smiled. “Get some rest. And thank you for trusting me.”

You leaned back, cradling your head between the car seat and the door. “Wasn’t any question about it Dio,” you said softly. “I’ll always trust you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

#nypd blue #shane 'dio' morrissey #dio morrissey #dio morrissey x reader #dio morrissey x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing

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Boy Talk || Jack & Brandon

When: May 2, 2021

Where: Jack’s apartment, Santa Monica, California

Featuring: Brandon Kelly (dialogue provided by Katie @itsbrandonkelly)

Triggers: Allusion to alcoholism

After firing off a You’d better be home. text to Jack, he realised that he really should have checked first to save him from waiting outside their apartment but that’s why there were so many saying about hindsight. Still, he knocked to let his presence be known instead of texting again, hoping he’d timed his visit well.

Jack was coincidentally home when they received Brandon's text. They got out of the shower when they saw the message. After texting him back with a 'bitch I might be', Jack unlocked their door as well as the entrance door to the apartment building. They followed up with a 'door's open' text and went to go find clothes to put on before Brandon came inside.

He huffed out in amusement at the first response he got and then knocked again at the second before letting himself in. “Who leaves their door open? This is the start to every horror film ever, then again just letting yourself into someone’s home is also how they start.” He called out, heading to the kitchen instead of looking for Jack. He figured they would have answered the door if they weren’t occupied with something else and so they’d join him when they were done. When he found glasses, he settled himself on the couch and shrugged off his jacket.

"I do when I know someone's coming over!" they yelled from behind their closed bedroom door. If someone had actually broken into their apartment for nefarious purposes, Jack was more than prepared to deal with the situation. Once they were presentable, they looked around until they found Brandon in the living room. "Comfy there?" they teased. "You know I love seeing you, but a little more of a heads up would've been nice. I could've still been in the shower. I could've been actively having sex!"

“Who’s supposed to be coming over? I can’t believe you were inviting people to chill and I wasn’t one of them?” Brandon had taken out his phone to sit on the couch with him and had even gotten as far as pouring them both a drink before Jack had come to meet him. “Yep. I made myself at home.” He gave Jack his best smile, even fluttering his eyelashes for good measure. “If you loved seeing me that much you would invite me over to do those things with you. Besides, it’s not much of a surprise visit if I tell you about it, is it?”

“You! I opened the door for you, silly!” Jack looked at the two glasses, then back to Brandon. “Oh shit, the wine that Nyle sent as a moving present! I forgot I had that.” They didn’t want to be rude and throw it out, and figured it would be good to have in case of guests, so they hid it. The fact that they managed to not drink any of it themself was a miracle. “Yeah, I’m not sure how Viv would feel about that... speaking of which. Fun update in my life. I’m kind of seeing someone? Still figuring out labels and whatnot.” Though there were rumors floating around the gossip sphere, Brandon was the first person they confirmed the rumor to.

“Then the door wouldn’t be open so it wouldn’t matter if you were showering or fucking, would it?” Jack’s comment had Brandon looking at the bottle again and picking up the glass closest to it. “Mine is alcoholic. I brought you some appley juice recommended by the best palate I know.” He patted the space beside him before his eyebrows raised in surprise. “You settled before you boned me? Disgusting. Unacceptable.” Despite his words, he started grinning. “I’m so happy for you, babe. That’s cute.”

“Brandon, stop making good points,” they huffed, sitting down on the couch next to Brandon. “Oh, thanks.” While Jack had never explicitly told Brandon why they quit drinking, it appeared that he had gotten the hint. “I’m sorry. It turns out I have a SIMP gene that was activated by me moving to Santa Monica. Who would’ve thunk it?” they joked, knowing damn well that they’ve simped over every person they’ve ever dated.

“I can’t help that I’m brilliant. Sorry buddy; you just gotta live with that I’m afraid.” He hummed quietly in amusement. Brandon simply offered them a smile at their thanks. They never joined in whenever B was drinking and he was nothing if not attentive. Sometimes, at least. “Literally no one because the simp gene has always been in you and always been active but I’ll keep that to myself if it really makes you feel better.”

"All my friends are hot and smart, but I'm just hot. Story of my life." Jack sighed, taking a sip of the juice that was so graciously provided to them. "Excuse me?!" Jack exclaimed overdramatically. "Are you calling me a simp? In the comfort of my own apartment?! I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment. I don't know how I'll go on!" They busted into laughter, unable to keep the act up.

“You’re hot and smart. What the fuck are you talking about? Be nice to my friend or I’ll kick your ass.” He reached his foot out to nudge Jack with, an amused smile on his face. “Plus, you’re also super hot, own it. And yes. I’m calling you a simp. You’re the themperor of simpington. Population... Uh, I don’t know how many people are in Santa Monica but that’s the population.”

“Brandon, I was a straight-C student in high school and have the common sense of a bag of potato chips. I know my strengths and weaknesses.” Jack knew they weren’t book smart and it didn’t bother them. “Excuse me, I am not Themperor Simpington. That title belongs to Sunwoo Seong. Have you met them? But they did skip town a while back... shit. I didn’t ask for this title. I need to find a new non-binary friend to bestow this title on. I just need more enby friends in general.”

“You don’t have the common sense of a bag of potato chips, Jesus Christ Jack.” Brandon laughed as he slapped Jack’s arm. “You’ve survived this long in this industry, babe. That’s not down to potato chip brain, even I nearly crashed out a couple of years in.” He raised an eyebrow, head tilted as he fixed them a look of disapproval. “You are Themperor Simpington. The queen has spoken. I met Sunwoo once and obviously offered to climb that tree but they left and Joonie was sad so I’m no longer a fan of tall, hot and dimpled. If it makes you feel any better, I’m a huge simp for my sweet boy.”

“Hey, I’m funny. Fuck you,” they retorted, chuckling. “I’ve been told that I’m charismatic, and that’s helped me out in the industry. I’m still not that famous though.” While Jack was relatively well-known in queer circles, heterosexual circles were a whole other ballpark. Being friends with Brandon and recently befriending Vanessa did help their social standing though. “Themperor Simpington my butt,” they grumbled. “Wait, when you say ‘my sweet boy,’ do you mean Minjoon or do you have another boo I should know about?”

“Bitch, I been trying to get you to for so long now. I was starting to think you needed glasses.” Bee broke into a laugh before he even finished his sentence, nudging Jack’s arm in his giggling. “Yeah, you have to have a look and you have to be charming to start work in this industry but to survive in it? You have to be smart. About that though, I know I keep promising you a space on my next project and it’s had a few.. speed bumps I guess? Not really speed bumps but personal delays? Either way, I know enough now to be able to tell you that Queen B’s.. that I’m releasing a trial perfume.. fragrance line. Five scents to start, each will have its own colour have theme shots with, each will have its own model to associate with and I want you, if you’re interested?” Their mumbling made Brandon grin, coughing as a terrible fake attempt at covering up the ‘Simp.’ he titled them with again. “Minjoon is my sweet boy. I don’t have another boo, not even a little bit but if you hear simp alarms going off whenever I like the instas of a very beautiful friend of mine then mind ya business.”

"Oh my god. Brandooooon!" Though Jack had quite a few friends with benefits in their days, whenever the thought of doing anything with Brandon crossed their mind, they thought about the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed seventeen-year-old they met all those years ago. Jack's eyes lit up when he started talking about his fragrance line project. "Oh hell yeah I'm interested. Just remember, my favorite colors are purple and pink." They winked at Brandon. Aside from one photoshoot in L.A. that they did after fashion weeks, their work schedule was dryer than a desert. Of course they wouldn't tell him that though. They didn't want to sound desperate. Jack would've taken this job even if they weren't in need of work. "B, you're gonna have to be a little more specific than that. I know you. You don't befriend ugly people."

The laugh that left him this time was more of a giggle and he scrunched his nose up, shaking his head. “I tease but honestly, you’re practically family. Did you know that my parents ask after you? They know as much about you as I do but.. Well, they’re embarrassing. Eh, mom’s okay. Dad’s embarrassing so you’ll probably never meet them but yeah.. They get told about the important people in my life and you’ve been in it longer than Joonie.” Brandon groaned, setting his glass down. “Can’t believe I’m being gross and emotional already. Moving on..” He said, a little louder. “Purple would be fantastic for you. It’s a very royal colour and I’m going to do the obvious and lean into that a little but silk, not velvet. Pink was going to have a sweet-candy-lace vibe to it but if you want pink I can give you pink.” Brandon rolled his eyes, despite the heat he could feel spreading up his neck. “I have a... friend called Kian and he’s... There hasn’t been a word invented yet for how beautiful he is and it’s ridiculous and gross because I don’t lose my mind over pretty boys but he’s.. He makes me blush, Jack. I don’t blush.”

"Brandooooooooon! Stop, you're gonna make me blush. I'd love to meet your parents. Parents love me. Well, actually, I just love milfs and dilfs," Jack cackled at their own dumb joke. "But in all seriousness, let me know when they come to town!" As much as they wanted to meet Mr. and Mrs. Kelly, they didn't want to go to the Kelly home to do so. Jack knew that they shared a home state with Brandon, and didn't want to reenter North Carolina at the risk of running into their family. "Ooh, purple and silk? Now you're speaking my language!" Jack wiggled their eyebrows when Brandon mentioned Kian by name. "A yes, the cute delivery boy. You've mentioned him before. We're Instagram mutuals!"

“Do it! Blush, you coward!” Brandon laughed, leaning against Jack’s arm to nudge them. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I have to say this but if you’re gonna fuck my parents, please don’t date them and wait until I’m out of the room if you’re going to flirt, I don’t need to see that. They really would love to meet you though, they’ve been waiting for permission to come to town.” Brandon grinned at Jack at their approval, giving a small nod. “I’ll get some things drawn up for you. I do have a few already as rough drafts but now I know you’re taking it, I can design something a little more tailored to you.” The warmth spreading across his cheeks and colouring his face a darker shade of pink only grew worse as Jack wiggled their brows at him. “Yeah.. Well.. He’s almost perfect. The only thing I’d change about him is his last name.” His reaction to himself was instant, throwing himself against the cushions to yell out a laugh. “And I keep saying dumb cheesy shit like that! I’m a bumbling mess around him. Like.. Like I start off all smooth and collected and then he smiles and I’m just.. fucking applying to be hired by hallmark. It’s.. It’s so cringe and gross and... I’m happy.”

"Brandon, I'll become your new step-parent and ground you, don't tempt me," Jack joked, cackling. "Well give it to them! Don't deprive me of your loving parents!" Jack didn't have loving parents of their own, so if Brandon's parents were anything like Brandon, Jack was going to latch to them like nobody's business. "Oh my goooooooooooood, that was so coooooorrrrnnnnnyyyyy! Damn, and you call me a simp! I'm not out here reciting poetry on main about my crush. And if you bring up the fact that we have keys to each others' apartments, mind your business." Jack knew they were simping hard over Vivian, but now it was Brandon's turn to be in the hot seat. "So have you considered, you know, talking to him?"

“Their ex girlfriend actually tried that once. Oh my god, it was kind of funny though. You’ll have to treat me better when our guests arrive and do as you’re told or I’ll have you cut off until you learn some damn respect.” He mimicked in a too high voice, rolling his eyes afterwards. “Like.. Honey, I’ve only just noticed you’re not the last guy they were dating and that’s only because you started pterodactyl screeching.” Despite his playful tone, Brandon could feel warmth spreading across his face. “Yeah, okay. I’ll.. I’ll invite them up to meet you.” Having made peace with the fact that he‘d made himself into a product, his parents were off limits when it came to the people in his life, knowing how fickle and superficial a lot of his relationships with people were. It was different with Jack though, Jack really was his friend. “Honestly, I’ve been an absolute mess. I pulled the whole ‘My friends call me B, you can call me any time.’ Thing on him when we met and now I just blush all the time and feel nauseous over butterflies.” He waved his hand quickly at Jack’s news, shaking his head. “NUH uh.. We are not going to just gloss over that? Oh my god? Keys? You’re entering domesticity. Like.. Me and Joonie levels of domesticity and my parents are the founders of the BranJoon wedding fan club. Like.. You’re getting into that territory..” There was a small pause before a smile spread across his face. “I’m happy for you, babe. Honestly. You deserve this.” He couldn’t help but sigh at the question, sinking into his seat a little with a pout on his features and a small shrug. “I’ve been so obvious about it. Short of getting a neon sign to carry around, I don’t know how much more obvious I could be and sometimes it feels like he’s being obvious back? Like.. It feels like it’s not just one sided? And then I start having a gay panic and do something dumb because he’s way out of my league which is a new thing for me. I do want to though. Should I?”

"Hold up, hold up. I said that as a joke. You're telling me that your parents are actually non-monogamous?! And you didn't tell me until now?! I came out as polyam like, 2-3 years ago! And now I'm in a monogamous set-up again. I missed my shot. I'm hurt." Jack put their hands over their chest and sniffled, but almost immediately returned to their usual cheerful demeanor. "I'm kidding, I'm not gonna become your step-daddy, or... I don't know what a gender-neutral equivalent would be besides 'parent,' and that doesn't roll of the tongue as well." This wasn't something they had to think about right away. It wasn't like they were going to wake up tomorrow with a child. "Ah yes, your infamous pick-up line." Jack's face turned pink when Brandon acknowledged the keys. "Okay, I actually do have an explanation! I initially gave her my spare key because I asked her to water my plants when I was away for Fashion Week. Granted, she didn't do a good job and managed to kill both plants, but that's an aside. But yeah, I just never asked for the spare key back." Jack gave Brandon a shoulder pat. They really didn't know Kian, so couldn't tell what the full situation was. "What I've learned from my many years of dating men is that men are dumb and sometimes you literally need to spell things out for them."

“As momma dearest says, monogamy is for the weak. Anyway, they were already in a relationship when you came out. Also? I don’t want to be hooking my parents up with my hotties?” Brandon pulled a face at Jack, nose scrunched up in disapproval. “To be fair though, you and Viv wouldn’t even be the first couple they’ve dated. You’d be the first I’d... somewhat approve of but..” He shrugged before laughing. “Oh my god. There are a couple.. Zaza or zeze instead of dada and mama but given the chance I’d mash up dad and mom and just refer to you as my dom to make everyone in the room uncomfortable.” He shook his head, laughing quietly. “I hate this so much, Jack please.” “I think it’s funny, definitely in my top 3 introductions.” He found himself sitting up straighter when he noticed the blush on Jack’s cheeks, a grin forming on his own features. “Oh my god. She killed your plants and you let her keep your key? Say it with me, babe. Simp. You’re cute though. I’m totally 100% on board with the two of you. She was one of my heroes.” When the conversation turned back to him, Brandon tilted his head as he weighed his options. “Not Kiki but... You’re right, I guess. He’s probably so used to everyone being in love with him that my flirting is just baseline niceties. Okay, yeah. I’ll.. I’ll tell him that I’m crazy about him. Or I’ll just text him that aggressive meme about wanting to hold hands.”

"Aaaaah, your parents are so cool! I wish my parents were cool like that. Mine are just homophobic." There was a lot more to Sofia and Tony Corleone than just that, but very few people knew about them. This was very much intentional. They made a face at 'zaza' and 'zeze.' "Yeah, not really digging those ones... Wait. Dom?!" Jack paused to laugh. "Fucking hell. Yes. That's definitely what my future kids are gonna call me." Jack never brought up the topic of kids to Vivian. They were still very early in their relationship and Jack was afraid they were too old to be a parent. It was still a nice thought though. "Yeah. I got back from Paris and she was having a bad day, so I ordered a pizza and we just... talked. Had a real heart-to-heart. I ended up staying the night, and we've basically had an open-door policy with each other ever since. And then the next day I went back into my apartment and found out about the plants." Jack grabbed a pillow from the couch and lightly smacked Brandon's arm with it. "I know, I know! I'm a big sappy simpy mush. I'm a Cancer, I don't know what you expect from me." It took Jack a long time to accept their emotional side, but now they openly embraced it. "Or he might not know how to recognize flirting. I've met many people like that. Like the cute DJ at that bar where Minjoon used to work. Or Minjoon himself!”

“My parents have a big bank balance and even bigger hearts. That’s why I don’t approve of a lot of their partners but yeah.. As much as I give them shit for being lame, they’re the coolest. I mean, they’re the only reason I’m even.. y’know... Around.” Brandon let out an unattractive snort and sat forward to retrieve his glass, pouting when he realised it was empty but simply sat back instead of refilling it. “Please, I am begging you, think carefully as to why I’d find calling you my dom funny before you commit to that decision.” He pressed his lips together to fight his laugh before he let out a soft hum. “Do you think that’s where you’re headed with her? Is she someone you can see yourself having kids with?” He asked softly, his whole demeanour changing from playful now that they had ventured into serious topics. “You don’t have to say yes and you don’t have to have an answer right now. Things are still new with you both and y’know... Take it from the adopted, some people don’t want kids and some do.” He shrugged a little.

“Ew. You talked to each other over pizza because one of you had a bad day? That’s disgusting.” When hit with the pillow, Brandon grabbed it to tug it away from Jack so they couldn’t attack him again and he hugged it to his chest, propping his chin on it. “I live for that kind of domesticity.” He sighed wistfully. “You are a big simpy mush and I love that about you. It’s gross and honest and just very sweet. I’m really glad you have someone who makes you feel that way, babe.” Brandon rolled his eyes and gave the pillow a small squeeze. “Vito really doesn’t recognise flirting? The dude wants to be an actor! With a face like that a lot of his roles are probably going to have it. I wanted to ask if he wanted any help getting into it because he was good to Joonie when they worked together and I always appreciate people taking care of the babie but I also feel like I don’t know him well enough to just give him a shout about a job. Eh. Maybe I’ll get Joonie to text him about this perfume thing and actually see what skills he has. Joonbug doesn’t count for the whole flirting thing though, attraction isn’t really his thing.”

"I gotcha," Jack stated, nodding. They had a similar problem when they first started modeling. They loved to spoil their loved ones-- and still do-- and people often took advantage of their generosity. As Jack grew older, they learned how to weed out the moochers. Of course Brandon was never a moocher; he wasn't the type to take without giving, plus he had plenty of his own money. Jack watched for Brandon's reaction, then chuckled in response to his face. "Babe, I know. I was joking. Could you imagine?!" They shrugged at Brandon's question. "Honestly, I have no idea. I think it's too soon to talk about that kinda stuff. I thought I was never gonna become a parent because Sage didn't want kids, but, you know, they're not my fiancé anymore." Sage not wanting kids wasn't the main reason the engagement was broken off, but it was a bone of contention in the relationship.

"Oh hush. One day you'll have a heart-to-heart over pizza too. Well, maybe not because of the whole gluten thing, but some food that you enjoy." They stuck their tongue out at Brandon. "Ohh, that's his name! At least he didn't recognize me flirting with him. Could just be that he wasn't into me because he's straight, but I'm hot so that's dumb." Jack didn't want to have sex with straight dudes anyways, so they didn't consider it a major loss. "Attraction isn't his thing? Is he asexual or something?" they asked curiously. "Wait a minute, you're deflecting!"

#self para #Brandon Kelly

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It was such a perfect night, the music was pumping, drinks were flowing, everyone was having a grand old time laughing and dancing. Romance swirled around and happiness seemed to finally rule over Icaria -- even if it was just for one night. We should have known better. We should have known that happiness and peace cannot last when your parents are gods who have forsaken the land and the people they once ruled over.

People carried on through the night but something was brewing, had been brewing for five years and it would come to a head in the midst of all this happiness. Some felt the darkness creeping in but they kept smiles on their faces, some knew what was brewing but pretended that this was just another party… another event to distract themselves from the loss of their friends. Hell, some were walking around recording the whole thing in hopes that they could break the case; find the missing and bring them home. Of course, no one, not even those involved in the kidnappings were expecting what was about to come. No one expected tonight to be the spark that lit the world on fire.

The isle hasn’t known peace for five years and it won’t be getting any better tonight despite what some may have hoped. As the night roars on and the party grows older the lights slowly start to dim. Is it time for the announcement of winners? That’s the murmur spreading through the crowd as Ivy takes the stage. She smiles, waves; everyone is clapping and in her hand are envelopes. A small speech of thanks, a remarkable amount of money was donated and raised to help find the missing, more clapping and then she waves the envelopes around and starts to open them one by one.

“The Best Dressed winner is Caroline!” “Best Nice is Lyra!” “Oh looks like Eveleen has been naughty and won an award for it!” “Aww -- Cutest couple is Weston and Viv! How precious!” “And last but certainly not least -- best mask ---” Except we’ll never know the Best Mask, for in that moment a flash of lightning blinds the party goers as a crack of thunder is heard even 100s of miles away. The Greek media off Isle would comment that the latest lightning strike was about 100 miles short of the largest mega strike, but that either way it was well over 300 miles long. Screams and murmurs of I can’t see! and It must be Zeus! Quickly swell through the party as everyone’s eyes adjust. And there -- on the stage, just mere feet from Ivy in all his glory is Zeus king of the gods. More murmurs, hands covering mouths, wide-eyed stares, and questions. So many questions -- but he holds up a hand, the room goes quiet as a stern look spreads over his face. A vengeful god.

“Best mask goes to none other than Weston Bennett.” He claps. The only one to do so.

There are murmurs as Weston steps up. Behind him, his siblings are held back by friends. Whatever is happening... it seems all know better than to step in the middle of this. All who saw would comment later on Weston’s smirk; the smirk of a man who knew what was coming and was unafraid even of the king of gods.

“To what do we owe this honor, King Zeus?” Oh the tone, the snide comment, the smirk. Defiance in every syllable. There was no honor here. Not from a child of Nyx.

“You won best mask my boy. I figured you deserve a reward. You tricked everyone here, save for your siblings, that you were an honorable, kind man who only wanted the best for them” A beat. “Yet you stole their lovers, their friends, their siblings -- and my child.”

Gasps, whispers, turning heads as murmurs grew louder. Zeus seemed to revel in the chaos that his words brought but he held up his hand once more and they all fell silent. Weston could be heard laughing.

“I didn’t know you had just one child!” Static filled the air making hair stand on end, and made every breath or movement pinch the skin. Zeus’ face grew more red. Behind Weston, Deacon stepped forward but a hand rested on his shoulder. And there stood Nyx, she appeared as silently as the darkness rose each night and shook her head, tears in her eyes. There would be no stopping this. The bolt of lightning that shot from Zeus was there and gone in a blink. But its aim was true.

A cry ripped through the air as Vivenne rushed to where Weston laid. Dead but with that defiant smirk still plastered on his lips. She cradled his head and sobbed into his chest.

Nyx stepped forward, the static in the air instantly soothing to nothing. Looking at her felt like looking into a black hole. Darkness swirled at her feet and her fingertips. Her hair itself looked like the night sky, where twinkles of stars danced along with all the answers one could ever want. It seemed that a confrontation was about to happen and that -- well, that drew a crowd. Especially when it was Zeus vs the one person in this universe he actually feared. Gasps echoed around the room as one by one every god, goddess and muse seemed to appear. Nyx stopped at her son’s body, brushing a strand of hair from Viv’s face as she looked up. “Take care of his body for me.” she said before she took to the stage in the blink of an eye. She stepped out of the darkness of Zeus’ own shadow.

“You killed my son.” It was a quiet cold accusation.

“You have more,” He said, tossing his hand towards Deacon, Remi and Ezra who now stood protectively over their brother’s body. “And your son kidnapped my son.”

“While that may be true, your children” she emphasized the word, “are totally safe and quite comfortable. Anything they could ever want is at their fingertips so long as they think it.”

“So you know where they are!” Came a voice from the crowd.

“I orchestrated it.” Nyx said. It was followed by cries of outrage, of relief and gasps. “You’re asking yourself why would Nyx do such a thing?” She turned to face the crowd. “And I turn that question towards Zeus. Why would I do this Zeus?”

The king of the gods stared at her, he did not move, he did not even open his mouth in an attempt to speak.

“What have I been asking for for over half a millennia now Zeus?” She turned to him, “An audience, a moment of your time for you to listen to my ideas.” She said slowly, moving to circle the god. “Yet you refused over and over and over again. You pushed off my request for meetings, you shoved me aside, you let your head get too big and you let us” her back was to the crowd and she threw her hands out to her sides “fade into non belief, into mythology.”

There were murmurs of agreement, of dissent among the gods.

“We are not worshiped, we are not feared. We are a shell of what we once were both in the minds of the humans and in power. We are thought to be myth, legends, stories to amuse human children. We have lost our foothold in the world, Zeus. You have not even allowed the gods to do their work as they saw fit. You allowed us to become memories.” She was still slowly circling him as she spoke. “All you’ve ever cared about is yourself; about going to earth and laying with as many women as you desired despite -- having a wife.” she tossed in glancing at Hera who stood next to her daughter Nelly. “Despite having children” her attention shifted to Noelle and Noel. “Grandchildren and nieces and nephews who looked to you for guidance and leadership. You have failed as a ruler Zeus.”

She then stopped moving and turned to fully face the crowd.

“Your children, your friends, and lovers are safe, they have been well cared for in the meadows and I am more than happy to let them return to you” Nyx said, “I apologize for what has happened, but there was no other way to prove to you,” She glanced first to each god then allowed her eyes to sweep over the crowd. “That Zeus cared so little about anything other than himself that he would allow demi-god children to be taken. That despite all your desperate pleas and prayers he would not answer them, he would not care.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“He had the power to bring them back at any moment. He clearly knew who was doing this since he targeted my son mere days after his own was taken. I’m assuming he would have even done it earlier if this party had been the same day. But he just likes to be overdramatic.” There were a couple of snickers there from other gods while Zeus averted his gaze, “Zeus only focuses on himself and the one child he favored. Damn be the rest.” She frowned, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“You allowed this to happen under your watch, Zeus. What if I had been Erebus or an escaped Titan? Have you even checked on them?” She asked with raised eyebrows. She saw his face pale at the idea that the titans were out of their prison. “The children would most likely be dead, not in a lavish space that gives them their every desire.”

Nyx stepped off of the stage and moved into the crowd, it parted as she walked but she smiled. “Your children are safe. Your friends and lovers are safe.” She repeated locking eyes with each person she came across. “They’re watching this right now.” She said there was a moment of joy in her voice, knowing that they were all safe and watching. “I’m sorry to all of you for doing this but -- Zeus has offered no other choice in gaining his attention and proving to you all that he does not deserve the power and status he has.” She was slowly making her way back to the stage.

“I do not expect forgiveness, I do not even expect you all to understand what has transpired tonight other than the fact that Weston Benett is dead” Her voice cracks “and your friends are returned to you. But, I do ask that over the next few weeks as you hug your loved ones and catch up, that you think about what I’ve said, about what I’ve shown you. I ask that if you have questions to pray to me and I will come to answer them the best I can. I ask for your minds to be open to changing the status quo of the Greek Pantheon. That we turn it on its head and regain our foothold in the world. I want us to work together to form a new pantheon where we come together as gods, as demi-gods… and we change the world for the better. For us, for the humans and for the creatures that have been in hiding for so many centuries.”

“Zeus will not change it. He will not listen. But we can. We are many and we are powerful too. He is not the only one who can influence the world.” She said taking a step into the shadows and appearing back on stage. “Your friends --” she smiled now “They’re back where they were when they were picked up.” All over the town portals of pure darkness opened up setting each demi-god back where they were the moment they were taken. “Again, I’m sorry but I do hope you will all understand and forgive me and my children for what we had to do.” She then turned to Zeus with a small smile on her face.

“Shall we all convene? Or are you going to blow off my request for a meeting once again?” He slowly nodded his head and every god, goddess and muse disappeared in an instant leaving the masquerade party to deal with the fallout. ____________________________________________________________________________ Whether your character was there or not when the truth came out and when Weston died they would still know it happened. Word travels fast on an isle so small. You now know why this all has been going on and what it means. But what will you do? How do you feel? Do you side with Zeus or Nyx? Are you angry with Nyx’s children? We figured we’d end this event with a bang... or well really, a death and introduce choice to you all. Feel free to continue with your masquerade posts or even allow for your character to react of the gruesome event that unfolded at the end of the ball.

#THIS WAS LONG #IM SORRY #icaria: event #icariamasquerade #TW: death #Icaria: Chapter 1

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